Little Saint Elizabeth and Other StoriesBurnett, Frances Hodgson
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Little Saint Elizabeth and Other Stories
Burnett, Frances Hodgson
Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction; Children's stories; Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction
"Why not?" asked Flora. "You might as well."
"It is the Lost pin room," she said. "I hate pins."
She threw the door open with a bang, and then stood and shook her little
fist viciously. The room was full of pins, stacked solidly together.
There were hundreds of them--thousands--millions, it seemed.
"I'm glad they _are_ lost!" she said. "I wish there were more of
them there."
"I didn't know there were so many pins in the world," said Jem.
"Pooh!" said Baby. "Those are only the lost ones that have belonged to
our family."
After this they went back to Flora's room and sat down, while Flora told
Jem the rest of her story.
"Oh!" sighed Jem, when she came to the end. "How delightful it is to be
here! Can I never come again?"
"In one way you can," said Flora. "When you want to come, just sit down
and be as quiet as possible, and shut your eyes and think very hard
about it. You can see everything you have seen to-day, if you try."
"Then I shall be sure to try," Jem answered. She was going to ask some
other question, but Baby stopped her.
"Oh! I'm falling awake," she whimpered, crossly, rubbing her eyes. "I'm
falling awake again."
And then, suddenly, a very strange feeling came over Jem. Flora and the
pretty room seemed to fade away, and, without being able to account for
it at all, she found herself sitting on her little stool again, with a
beautiful scarlet and gold book on her knee, and her mother standing by
laughing at her amazed face. As to Miss Baby, she was crying as hard as
she could in her crib.
"Mother!" Jem cried out, "have you really come home so early as this,
and--and," rubbing her eyes in great amazement, "how did I come down?"
"Don't I look as if I was real?" said her mother, laughing and kissing
her. "And doesn't your present look real? I don't know how you came down,
I'm sure. Where have you been?"
Jem shook her head very mysteriously. She saw that her mother fancied she
had been asleep, but she herself knew better.
"I know you wouldn't believe it was true if I told you," she said;
"I have been BEHIND THE WHITE BRICK."
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