a queen of the beach

Contents

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[A Little Too Clever][1]
[Little Miss Propriety][11]
[Fighting With A Shadow][12]
[Pretty Work for Little Fingers][13]
[Stories Told In Westminster Abbey][14]
[Madge's Dove][16]
[Our Sunday Afternoons][18]
[Nessie's Adventure][21]
[Too Young For School][21]
[The Home Of The Beads][26]
[A Practical Joke][28]
[Little Toilers Of The Night][30]
[Their Road To Fortune][32]
[Some Famous Railway Trains And Their Story][39]
[Mornings At The Zoo][41]
[The Children's Own Garden In July][43]
[A Summer Hour][44]
[Little Margaret's Kitchen, And What She Did In It.—VII.][45]
[How Paulina Won Back Peter][47]
[The Editor's Pocket-book][51]
[A Queen Of The Beach][54]
[The "Little Folks" Humane Society][55]
[True Stories About Pets, Anecdotes, &c.][57]
[Our Little Folks' Own Corner][58]
[Answers To Our Little Folks' Own Puzzles][58]
[Our Music Page][59]
[Our Little Folks' Own Puzzles][60]
[Prize Puzzle Competition][61]
[Questions and Answers][63]
[Picture Story Wanting Words][64]

LITTLE FOLKS.

A LITTLE TOO CLEVER.

By the Author of "Pen's Perplexities," "Margaret's Enemy," "Maid Marjory," &c.

CHAPTER I.—THE MOOR.

Crimson and gold. As far as one could see across the moor it was one broad expanse of purply heather, kindled into a glowing crimson by the blaze of ruddy sunshine, and lighted here and there by bright patches of the thorny golden rod. Dame Nature had evidently painted out of her summer paint-box, and had not spared her best and brightest colours. Crimson-lake, children; you know what a lovely colour it is, and how fast it goes, for you are very fond of using it, and there is only one cake in each of your boxes. But here was crimson-lake enough to have emptied all the paint-boxes in the world, you might suppose, and the brightest of goldy yellows, and the greenest of soft transparent greens, such as no paint-box ever did, nor ever will, possess; and over all the most azure of blues, flecked with floating masses of soft indescribable white, looking to Elsie like the foamy soapsuds at the top of the tub when mother had been having a rare wash, but to Duncan like lumps of something he had once tasted and never forgotten, called cocoa-nut ice.