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Title: The one strand river, and other fairy tales
Year: 1903 (1900s)
Authors: Hall, Alice Marples
Subjects: Fairy tales, English
Publisher: London, D. Nutt

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face was constantly dimpling with smiles,and her eyes sparkled with good-humour.No one knew why, for the little brown mousehad forbidden her to tell. Never let any one know what you haveseen, she said, as she sat on Susies pillowthe niorht after the adventure. I am o-oing- *J O O away, and there will be no one to remind you,so remember this—if ever you try to tell thefairies secret you will forget all about it, andthen—then you will be as cross as ever. Butif you keep it, you will be rewarded by thefavour of the Fairy Queen. The farmer never guessed why his cropsafter this were always so plentiful, his oxenso fat, his fleeces so heavy ; his wife setdown entirely to her own good managementthe quantity of milk her cows gave, theamount of butter that it yielded, and thenumber of eggs that her hens laid all throughthe winter. But both of them agreed thatthe o-reatest of all their blessings was the o o little daughter whom they fondly called nolonger Sulky Susie but Princess Sun-beam.
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ROBIN KINDS ROSABELLE ASLEEP IN FAIRYLAND The Four-Leaved Clover TT was Midsummer Day at noon. The skywas cloudless, and the sun shone so hotlythat Robin, the blacksmiths son, took refugein the only shady spot he could find, under-neath the spreading branches of the greatsycamore that grew beside the village pondA stately swan floated on the still water halfa dozen yards away from him ; at the furtherside a goose was grubbing for food for heryoung ones, and a group of white ducks weresunning themselves on the bank, apparentlyasleep. Suddenly a harsh piercing cry washeard, and a flash of blue and gold passed byRobin as a peacock flew over the boundarywall which divided the Manor Park from thevillage green, alighting almost at his feet.The newcomer strutted to the edge of thewater and called to the swan, who thereuponpaddled slowly towards him. 126 The Four-Leaved Clover I wish I knew what they are saying toeach other! said Robin, half aloud. Nowit was Midsummer Day, and moreover it was

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