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41 Illustrated Children's Stories from Enid Blyton

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The Goblin Looking-Glass
I T was a very wet day and Micky and Pam couldn't go out to play in the garden. They were cross about it because they wanted to dig in their sand-pit. They stood at the window and grumbled.
" It's no use being cross, my dears," said Nurse. " Get your bricks or your books and amuse yourselves. I am going down to help Mummy to make a new dress for Pam, so be good whilst I am gone."
Nurse took her work-basket and went downstairs. The children were left alone. They turned away from the window and stared round the nursery.
" I don't want to play with bricks," said Micky. " And I'm tired of all my books. I wish something exciting would happen."
" Nothing lovely ever happens! " sighed Pam. " You read of such glorious adventures in books—but nothing ever really happens to children like us."
" There isn't even anything very exciting in the nursery," said Micky. " We haven't a gramophone like Peter has. And we haven't a nice clock­work railway like Jack's. There's nothing nice in our nursery at all."
" No, nothing—except the big looking-glass," said Pam, pointing to a full-length mirror hung on the wall. The children Hked this very much because they could see all of themselves in it, from top to toe. Round the mirror was carved a most exciting pattern of fruits, flowers and tiny little
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