The Bookshelf for boys and girls Children's Book of Fact and Fancy (1912) (14771135774)

Identifier: bookshelfforboys00univ9 (find matches)
Title: The Bookshelf for boys and girls Children's Book of Fact and Fancy
Year: 1912 (1910s)
Authors: University Society, New York
Subjects: Children's literature Children's encyclopedias and dictionaries Literature Encyclopedias and dictionaries
Publisher: New York. : University Society
Contributing Library: Brigham Young University-Idaho, David O. McKay Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Brigham Young University-Idaho



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quarrel. It is true her royalmama came at precisely ten oclock to kiss hergood night every evening, but there were alwaysa dozen maids and ladies in waiting, and it wasimpossible to have a real good talk. But PussyWillow was her constant companion, and toPussy she told everything. That friendly cat wasthe only living thing in the whole kingdom thatreally knew that the princess intended to marrysometime. That was what worried the king and 170 TWO MODKRN FAIRY STORIES 171 queen so much; Madge made them believe thatshe would never marry any one, never, never,never, but would live alone to the end of herdays and leave the kingdom to any one whow ished for it. Pussy, 1 would nt tell a story to the king and means, Pussy —satisfied with what he has untilhe deserves and can get something better. If heis like that he will always be unselfish and happy.Oh, yes, and I shall be happy, too. Now I amgoing to write a letter to papa and tell him thatI will marry if he will find me a contented man.
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queen for the world, but is nt it fun to see themtake on so? If I really thought that papa wasill and likely to die, I would be as good as gold;but those little pains of his are only rheumatism,I am sure, so I dont mind teasing him just alittle. You know, Pussy, that when my idealcomes—oh, you need nt look up and blink in suchsurprise, for I really have an ideal, and I willtell you all about him! Whereupon Pussy shookher head till her gold-bell necklace tinkled loudly,then she yawned a little and began to wash herface. She looked very wise as she sat therestroking her whiskers and thumping thoughtfullyon the floor with her bunchy tail. After thinkingthus seriously for a few minutes, she suddenlybegan a sympathetic little purr-song whichseemed to say: Go on, little mistress; I am all ready to listen,and I 11 not tell a soul. Then Princess Madgecontinued: I dont care whether he is prince or pauper,high or low, handsome or plain; but he must inany case be contented. You know what conte