Frances Hodgson Burnett

Frances Hodgson Burnett

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Portrait of Frances Hodgson Burnett Frances Hodgson Burnett The Story of Prince Fairyfoot (1886-87)

Prince Fairyfoot always thought the brook knew the forest's secret also and sang it softly to the flowers as it ran along. And as for the flowers, they were beautiful; they grew as thickly as if they had been a carpet, and under them was another carpet of lovely green moss. The trees and the birds, and the brook and the flowers, were Prince Fairyfoot's friends. He loved them, and never was very lonely when he was with them; and if his swine had not run away so often, and if the swineherd had not beaten him so much, sometimes—indeed, nearly all summer—he would have been almost happy.
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Portrait of Frances Hodgson Burnett Frances Hodgson Burnett The Story of Prince Fairyfoot (1886-87)

He searched for them for hours, going deeper and deeper into the forest than he had ever been before. He saw strange trees and strange flowers, and heard strange sounds, and at last the sun began to go down and he knew he would soon be left in the dark. His little feet and legs were scratched with brambles, and were so tired that they would scarcely carry him; but he dared not go back to the swineherd's hut without finding the swine. The only comfort he had on all the long way was that the little brook had run by his side and sung its song to him
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Portrait of Frances Hodgson Burnett Frances Hodgson Burnett The Story of Prince Fairyfoot (1886-87)

Robin Goodfellow saw that too.
"I am going to sit here and look at you and let you talk to me," she said; "I do so enjoy brilliant conversation."
All the gentlemen fairies were so much elated by this that they began to brighten up, and settle their ruffs, and fall into graceful attitudes, and think of sparkling things to say; because every one of them knew from the glance of her eyes in his direction, that he was the one whose conversation was brilliant; every one knew there could be no mistake about its being himself that she meant.
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