LILITH A Fantasy Novel By George MacDonald - online book

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FRENDS AND FOES                        75
with moss, and stretched myself upon it weary. A little farther down stood a tiny tree full of rosiest apples no bigger than small cherries, its top close to my hand; I pulled and ate one of them. Finding it delicious, I was in the act of taking another, when a sudden shout­ing of children, mingled with laughter clear and sweet as the music of a brook, startled me with delight.
' He likes our apples ! He likes our apples ! He's a good giant! He's a good giant!' cried many little voices.
' He's a giant!' objected one.
' He is rather big,' assented another, ' but littleness isn't everything ! It won't keep you from growing big and stupid except you take care!'
I rose on my elbow and stared. Above and about and below me stood a multitude of children, apparently of all ages, some just able to run alone, and some about twelve or thirteen. Three or four seemed older. They stood in a small knot, a little apart, and were less excited than the rest. The many were chattering in groups, declaiming and contradicting, like a crowd of grown people in a city, only with greater merriment, better manners, and more sense.
I gathered that, by the approach of my hand to a second apple, they knew that I liked the first; but how from that they argued me good, I did not see, nor won­dered that one of them at least should suggest caution. I did not open my mouth, for I was afraid of frighten­ing them, and sure I should learn more by listening than by asking questions. For I understood nearly all they said—at which I was not surprised: to under­stand is not more wonderful than to love.
There came a movement and slight dispersion.
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