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Portrait of Evelyn Sharp Evelyn Sharp The Other Side of the Sun: Fairy Stories

The children climbed on to its broad glittering tail and held tightly to each other, while the wymp mounted in front of them and stood like the man at the wheel, with his hand on the comet's head; then up they flew at a terrific pace, right through the wonderful blue darkness that stretched all round them. Far above was the great land of light that lay round the moon; but the country of the stars came in between, and the stars were still so far off that they had not even begun to look like real stars.
"Afraid of the dark?" asked the wymp over his shoulder.
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Portrait of Evelyn Sharp Evelyn Sharp The Other Side of the Sun: Fairy Stories

The little scullery-maid shook her head. "I shall not be there," she said. "I am only a scullery-maid; and no one, not even the Fairy Queen, can make me into a real princess."
"You are the hundredth Princess," declared the King; "and no one, not even the Fairy Queen, can make you into a scullery-maid."
"The ninety-nine other princesses have never picked the vegetables for the King's dinner," sighed the little scullery-maid.
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Portrait of Evelyn Sharp Evelyn Sharp The Other Side of the Sun: Fairy Stories

Prince Picotee had just built a fairy palace on the nursery floor, and he sat back on his heels and looked at it with pride. Surely, no one had ever built so fine a palace before in the space of thirteen minutes and a half! Not only were there two lofty towers that soared proudly upwards until they were actually as tall as the Prince himself, but there was a great arched doorway as well, with a flight of steps leading down from it away under the nursery table; and there was even a drawbridge, made of a single big brick and suspended by a piece of string.
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