Journeys through Bookland - a new and original plan for reading applied to the world's best literature for children (1922) (14596601729)

Identifier: journeysthroughb01sylv (find matches)
Title: Journeys through Bookland : a new and original plan for reading applied to the world's best literature for children
Year: 1922 (1920s)
Authors: Sylvester, Charles Herbert
Subjects: Children's literature
Publisher: Chicago : Bellows-Reeve
Contributing Library: Internet Archive
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eautiful castle, whichmust be finished by the evening. Oh! exclaimed the poor maiden in terror, howcan I ever perform such a work as this? I will have no excuses! screamed the step-mother. If you can empty a pond with a spoonfull of holes, you can build me a castle. I shallexpect it to be ready to-day, and if you fail in theslightest thing, whether in kitchen or cellar, youknow Mdiat is before you. As she spoke she drove out the poor girl, who soonreached the valley, which she found full of rocks,piled one over the other, and so heavy that, with allher strength, she could not move even the smallest. She seated herself, and began to weep; yet stillhoping for the assistance of the kind old woman,who did not keep her waiting long, but greetedher, when she appeared, with the words of comfort. Go and lie down in the shade and sleep, shesaid. I will build a castle for you, and when thehappy time comes, you can have it yourself. As soon as the maiden had gone away the old The Thrke Tasks 251
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THE CASTLE GREW WHILE THE MAIDEN SLEPT 252 The Three Tasks woman touched the gray rocks, and immediatelythey began to move, then to rock together, and pres-ently to stand upright, as if they had been wallsbuilt by giants. Within these walls the castle rose,as if numberless invisible hands were at work layingstone upon stone. The earth trembled as large hallsexpanded and stood near each other in order. Thetiles on the roof arranged themselves regularly, andbefore noon the weathercock, like a golden maidenwith flying drapery, stood on the pinnacle of thetower. The interior of the castle was not finished till eve-ning; and how the old woman managed I cannotsay, but the walls were covered with silk and velvet,richly embroidered; and decorated chairs and sofas,marble tables, and other elegant articles furnishedthe rooms. Cut-glass chandeliers hung from theceilings and sparkled in the light of many lamps.Green parrots sat in golden cages, and foreign birds,which sang sweetly, were in every