The Story of My Life: With her letters (1887-1901) and a supplementary account of her education, including passages from the reports and letters of her teacher, Anne Mansfield Sullivan, by John Albert MacyKeller, Helen
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The Story of My Life: With her letters (1887-1901) and a supplementary account of her education, including passages from the reports and letters of her teacher, Anne Mansfield Sullivan, by John Albert Macy
Keller, Helen
Deafblind women -- United States -- Biography; Keller, Helen, 1880-1968
Their pleasure charmed away King Frost's anger, and he, too, began to
admire the painted trees, and at last he said to himself, "My treasures
are not wasted if they make little children happy. I will not be
offended at my idle, thoughtless fairies, for they have taught me a new
way of doing good." When the frost fairies heard these words they crept,
one by one, from their corners, and, kneeling down before their master,
confessed their fault, and asked his pardon. He frowned upon them for
awhile, and scolded them, too, but he soon relented, and said he would
forgive them this time, and would only punish them by making them carry
more treasure to the forest, and hide it in the trees, until all the
leaves, with Mr. Sun's help, were covered with gold and ruby coats.
Then the fairies thanked him for his forgiveness, and promised to work
very hard to please him; and the good-natured king took them all up in
his arms, and carried them safely home to his palace. From that time, I
suppose, it has been part of Jack Frost's work to paint the trees with
the glowing colours we see in the autumn; and if they are NOT covered
with gold and precious stones, I do not know how he makes them so
bright; DO YOU?
The Frost King by Helen A. Keller
King Frost lives in a beautiful palace far to the North, in the land of
perpetual snow. The palace, which is magnificent beyond description, was
built centuries ago, in the reign of King Glacier. At a little distance
from the palace we might easily mistake it for a mountain whose peaks
were mounting heavenward to receive the last kiss of the departing
day. But on nearer approach we should discover our error. What we had
supposed to be peaks were in reality a thousand glittering spires.
Nothing could be more beautiful than the architecture of this
ice-palace. The walls are curiously constructed of massive blocks of ice
which terminate in cliff-like towers. The entrance to the palace is at
the end of an arched recess, and it is guarded night and day by twelve
soldierly-looking white Bears.
But, children, you must make King Frost a visit the very first
opportunity you have, and see for yourselves this wonderful palace. The
old King will welcome you kindly, for he loves children, and it is his
chief delight to give them pleasure.
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