A Children's Fantasy Book By George MacDonald - illustrated version.

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CURDIE'S MISSION.                           63
door stood the housekeeper, and she seemed to broaden herself out until she almost filled the doorway.
"So !" she said; "it's you, is it, young man? You are the person that comes in and goes out when he pleases, and keeps running up and down my stairs, with­out ever saying by your leave, or even wiping his shoes, and always leaves the door open ! Don't you know that this is my house ? "
"No, I do not," returned Curdie, respectfully. "You forget, ma'am, that it is the king's house."
" That is all the same. The king left it to me to take care oi, and that you shall know !"
" Is the king dead, ma'am, that he has left it to you ? " asked Curdie, half in doubt from the self-assertion of the woman.
"Insolent fellow!" exclaimed the housekeeper. "Don't you see by my dress that I am in the king's service ? "
"And am I not one of his miners?"
" Ah ! that goes for nothing. I am one of his house­hold. You are an out-of-doors labourer. You are a ncbody. You carry a pickaxe. I carry the keys at my girdle. See!"
" But you must not call one a nobody to whom the king has spoken," said Curdie.
" Go along with you!" cried the housekeeper, and would have shut the door in his face, had she not been
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