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IN THE NURSERY |
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them all out, and the pieces of furniture too, for they are of mahogany.'
1 And is our play just as good as those which the others have in the real theatre 1 '
1 Our play is much better/ said Godfather. ' It is shorter, it has been given free, and it has passed away the hour before tea-time.' |
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THE GOLDEN TREASURE
The drummer's wife went into the church. She saw the new altar with the painted pictures and the carved angels : they were so beautiful, both those upon the canvas, in colours and with haloes, and those that were carved in wood, and painted and gilt into the bargain. Their hair gleamed golden in the sunshine, lovely to behold ; but the real sunshine was more beautiful still. It shone redder, clearer through the dark trees, when the sun went down. It was lovely thus to look at the sunshine of heaven. And she looked at the red sun, and she thought about it so deeply, and thought of the little one whom the stork was to bring ; and the wife of the drummer was very cheerful, and looked and looked, and wished that the child might have a gleam of sunshine given to it, so that it might at last become like one of the shining angels over the altar.
And when she really had the little child in her arms, and held it up to its father, then it was like one of the angels in the church to behold, with hair like gold—the gleam of the setting sun was upon it.
1 My golden treasure, my riches, my sunshine ! ' said the mother ; and she kissed the shining locks, and it sounded like music and song in the room of the drummer ; and there was joy, and life, and movement. The drummer beat a roll—a roll of joy. And the Drum, the Fire-drum, that was beaten when there was a fire in the town, said :
* Red hair ! the little fellow has red hair ! Believe the drum, and not what your mother says ! Rub-a-dub, rub-a-dub !»
And the town repeated what the Fire-drum had said. |
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