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Title: The Princess Idleways : a fairy story
Year: 1879 (1870s)
Authors: Hays, Helen Ashe
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Publisher: New York London : Harper & brothers
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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Laura ami might have been any lit-tle wood-bird. Out of the brook and on to the grass,off the crass and into the woods. Flowers were here, O and she gathered her hands and apron full; berries,too—sweet, red, wild strawberries, with a perfume sorare, so aromatic. She stained her fingers and stain-ed her lips. Hark ! what was that ? A rabbit, anddown went flowers and berries for a hunt over thestones and briers. Heeding nothing, she went afterBunny, who suddenly popped into his burrow witha whisk of his little tail and a kick of his little legsfor good-bye. Then a loud chattering made her awareof Mr. Squirrels presence, and she watched him jump-ino- from bou«;h to bouo;h. Wondering if he would O O O c? come to her if she kept very still, she sat so motion-less that by-and-by her little head began to nod, and,wearied with her unusual exercise, she fell fast asleepleaning against a tree. When she awoke she was still in the same post-ure ; but her knee smarted, her legs were stiff, and
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IT WAS ONE OF THE MOTHERKINs PIGS. THE NEW YORKPTT FU IT T TTU? A P i L irLil v, LI D ^fOX AND..NDATFJNSL The Princess Idleways. 33 she was very hungry. Besides, she knew not whichway to turn. She was lost—or thought herself so,which was nearly as bad. After all. it would be nice to see the Motherkinskind face and hear her pleasant voice. But howshould she explain her naughtiness, her make-believesickness; and how, above all, should she find herway back ? A few tears of repentance and real sor-row rained down awhile, and then Laura, who wasno coward, made up her mind that she would tell theMotherkin the truth, and that she was sorry andwould try to do better. A rustling in the bushes startled her, but shehoped it might be Grim. It was not, however; butit was one of the Motherkins pigs; and, knowingthat Monsieur Piggie had to go home some time orother, she thought the safest course would be to fol-low him. Alas! Mr. Fig was no gallant; he had not evencommon courtesy. He did not so mu

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