The Letters of Robert Louis Stevenson — Volume 1Stevenson, Robert Louis
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The Letters of Robert Louis Stevenson — Volume 1
Stevenson, Robert Louis
Authors, Scottish -- 19th century -- Correspondence; Stevenson, Robert Louis, 1850-1894 -- Correspondence
IX. _Foreign Lands_.—This will, I think, want two plates—the child
climbing, his first glimpse over the garden wall, with what he sees—the
tree shooting higher and higher like the beanstalk, and the view
widening. The river slipping in. The road arriving in Fairyland.
X. _Windy Nights_.—The child in bed listening—the horseman galloping.
XII. The child helplessly watching his ship—then he gets smaller, and the
doll joyfully comes alive—the pair landing on the island—the ship’s deck
with the doll steering and the child firing the penny canon. Query two
plates? The doll should never come properly alive.
XV. Building of the ship—storing her—Navigation—Tom’s accident, the other
child paying no attention.
XXXI. _The Wind_.—I sent you my notion of already.
XXXVII. _Foreign Children_.—The foreign types dancing in a jing-a-ring,
with the English child pushing in the middle. The foreign children
looking at and showing each other marvels. The English child at the
leeside of a roast of beef. The English child sitting thinking with his
picture-books all round him, and the jing-a-ring of the foreign children
in miniature dancing over the picture-books.
XXXIX. Dear artist, can you do me that?
XLII. The child being started off—the bed sailing, curtains and all, upon
the sea—the child waking and finding himself at home; the corner of
toilette might be worked in to look like the pier.
XLVII. The lighted part of the room, to be carefully distinguished from
my child’s dark hunting grounds. A shaded lamp.
R. L. S.
TO MRS. THOMAS STEVENSON
_Hotel des Iles d’Or_, _Hyères_, _Var_, _March_ 2, [1883].
MY DEAR MOTHER,—It must be at least a fortnight since we have had a
scratch of a pen from you; and if it had not been for Cummy’s letter, I
should have feared you were worse again: as it is, I hope we shall hear
from you to-day or to-morrow at latest.
_Health_.
Our news is good: Fanny never got so bad as we feared, and we hope now
that this attack may pass off in threatenings. I am greatly better, have
gained flesh, strength, spirits; eat well, walk a good deal, and do some
work without fatigue. I am off the sick list.
_Lodging_.
We have found a house up the hill, close to the town, an excellent place
though very, very little. If I can get the landlord to agree to let us
take it by the month just now, and let our month’s rent count for the
year in case we take it on, you may expect to hear we are again
installed, and to receive a letter dated thus:—
La Solitude,
Hyères-les-Palmiers,
Var.
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