"What can we do now?" they cried, "Won't you make us some bubbles?"
And someone sitting in the shadow, who had watched and admired their handiwork; whipped up some white froth in a fairy basin, and taking a pipe, she blew them some bubbles.
Not so beautiful as the children's own, with their pure reflections of the light and sunshine—but the best she could fashion with the materials she had at hand; for the only soap she could find was Imagination, and her pipe was a humble black pen.
Contents.
| PAGE | |
| THE TROLL IN THE CHURCH FOUNTAIN | [1] |
| THE IMP IN THE CHINTZ CURTAIN | [13] |
| HEARTSEASE | [22] |
| A STORY OF SIENA | [27] |
| THE STONE-MAIDEN | [44] |
| THE GRASS OF PARNASSUS | [51] |
| THE HEDGEHOGS' COFFEE PARTY | [53] |
| UNCLE VOLODIA | [68] |
| THE ANGEL AND THE LILIES | [95] |
| THE ALPEN-ECHO | [100] |
| THE SCROLL IN THE MARKET PLACE | [103] |
| A SCRAP OF ETRUSCAN POTTERY | [109] |
| THE GOATS ON THE GLACIER | [114] |
| THE GREAT LADY'S CHIEF-MOURNER | [139] |
| DAME FOSSIE'S CHINA DOG | [142] |
| PRINCESS SIDIGUNDA'S GOLDEN SHOES | [161] |
| THE BADGER'S SCHOOL | [179] |
| BOBBIE'S TWO SHILLINGS | [203] |