Frances Hodgson Burnett

Frances Hodgson Burnett

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Portrait of Frances Hodgson Burnett Frances Hodgson Burnett The Good Wolf

This archway was the entrance to a great Hall which was so big that you could not see the end of it. It was lighted by myriads and myriads of glow-worm lamps, and beautifully decorated with sea shells and flowers made of snow and icicle jewels, and there was music being played somewhere, and in one part there were tables loaded with every kind of delightful thing to feast on. It was the most beautiful place that Barty had ever beheld, and he really could not help jumping a little for joy when he got inside. A
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little lion who had just trotted in saw him and laughed.
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Portrait of Frances Hodgson Burnett Frances Hodgson Burnett The Good Wolf

IF you never drove over the sparkling snow in a red sled drawn by a big, furry, white dog (who is really a Good Wolf in disguise) you don't know how delightful it was to Barty and how he laughed with joy to hear the gold bells jingle, jingle, jingling on the harness. When they trotted and jingled and slid into the forest the ground
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was covered with a thick white carpet over which the sled went flying.
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Portrait of Frances Hodgson Burnett Frances Hodgson Burnett The Good Wolf

There were little elephants and little rhinoceroses, and little lions and tigers and leopards and giraffes, and wolves and foxes and bears, and tiny horses and sheep and cows, and they were all trotting along as if they were as happy as possible.
"Oh!" Barty cried out. "It looks as if a Noah's Ark had come alive. Look at that tiny elephant trotting by the lion! Why don't they fight?"
"Nothing fights at the Snow Feast.
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Every one is quite tame.
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