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The Children of the Castle

Chapter 10 THE OTHER SIDE OF THE MOON.

Word Count: 2846    |    Released on: 04/12/2017

supper tim

dews the me

silent in

nurses ar

late, or

lovely nig

ill step in

u a little on the way, perhaps, Griselda, as we shall not be g

her tired of shutting my eyes, and I'm getting q

comfortable now? And, by-the-by, as you may be cold, just feel under my left wing. You'll find the feather mantle th

Yes, I've found it. I'll tuck it all round me

girl such a flight before? Floating, darting, gliding, sailing-no word

ue they're all great, big suns? I'd rather they weren't

id the cuckoo. "Not all th

ey all twirling about always, cuckoo? Mr. Kneebreeches has just begun to teach me a

all the same," r

be, then!" said Griselda. "Do t

ev

y n

ers," replie

ave a litt

d. "It would be just as nice if

ou say to no summer; no day, or no night, whichever it happened not to be, you see; nothing growin

dful to think of, but I don't want you to explain. I'll ask Mr. Kneebreeches when I'm at

ty of opinions,"

ey? Tell me

ed work of the world is ke

must be! Why, even my unfinished work makes quite a heap.

ces there you would find the country of the little b

," said Griselda,

him up there when his parents and nurses think he's sleeping quietly in his bed, and make him work hard all night, with his own particular little black dog on his back. And it's so dreadfully heavy-for every time he takes

this opinion about the other side of the moon any better than th

n his back down here it grows a pound lighter up there, so at last any sensible child learns how much better it is to have nothing to say to it at all, and gets out of the way of it, you see. Of course, there a

lk about it any more, cuckoo; tell me your own opinion a

ent. Then suddenly he stopped s

aid. "There would be about time to do it," he added

selda, clasping her hands. "I should rather think

d the cuckoo. "I couldn'

to the other; for, of course, we can see this side from

u one if you like. If I took you to this side of th

uld I b

great many things you don't know. Now, I'll tell you something

n you're going on again, and where you are goin

ted to go to, only you must shut your eyes again, and lie perfectly still without talking

t," said

ly that she was conscious of nothing else. For a moment or two she tried to remember where she was, and where she was going

; wake up, Gris

lda s

e wa

there he was standing beside her, as tiny as usual. Either he had grown little again, o

I, cuckoo?

be," he replied. "Loo

and unlike what she had ever seen before, that only in a dream could you see it as Griselda saw it. And yet why it seemed to h

e pretty, coaxing way that our sea does when it is in a good humour. There were here and there faint ripples on the surface, caused by the slight breezes which now and then came softly round Griselda's face, but that

her eyes. Then she sudde

the cuckoo. "You have the

frightened. The sea is so strange, and so dreadfully big; and the light

h have your cake and eat it, Griselda. Look up

t comes from them, I suppose? And where's the sun, cuckoo? Wil

rtnight long, and nights to match? If it had been daytime here just now, I couldn't have brought you. It's just abou

fact, he was telling me something just like it to-day or yesterday-which should I say?-at my astronomy lesson. And

cidence," sa

had been?" continued Griselda. "Only, you see, cuckoo,

at you could if you tried,' he added to himself

he replied. "But, cuckoo, i

he size of the moon; and, no doubt, Mr. Kneebreeches has told

want to enjoy myself, and not to have lessons. Tell me some

ly," said

There's no sense in that; there either must be

e left their tails behind them, like Bopeep's sheep, you know; and some day they might

ell me, are there any mermaids, or fairies, or wat

are beings here, or rather there have been, and there ma

emn, and again Griselda

k, I shall perhaps find I have been away fifty years or so, like the little boy in the

n't be uneasy, Griselda. Perhaps

e before?" asked Grisel

said th

ey get safe

e all these ideas still about far and near, and big and little, a

mbly; "but you see, cuckoo, I can'

id the cuckoo

poke again. "Look over there, Griseld

t appeared, and minute as it was, it seemed to throw off a thread of light to Griselda's very feet-right across the great sheet of faintly gleaming water. And as

there?" she said s

replied

slowly moving-something from which the light came, for the nearer it got to her the shorter grew t

ear-near enough for Griselda to

by a little figure that at first sight Griselda felt certain was a fairy. For it was a child with b

child in the boat turned and looked at her. For one instant she could n

it is Phil. Have you tu

he sky were all as they had been before, lighted only by the faint, strange gleaming of the stars. Only

eproach and disappointment, "where is

You don't understand. Never mind, but get in

re, all alone at the other side of the m

ou, I can tell you. Get into the boat and make yourself comfortable; lie down at the bottom and cover yourself u

tired, and it certainly was very comfortable at the bottom of t

can't, cuckoo, with your tiny little cla

and whether he rowed or

t dip, dip of the oars as they went along, so regularly that she couldn't help beginning to c

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The Children of the Castle
“"Hast thou seen that lordly castle, That castle by the sea? Golden and red above it The clouds float gorgeously." Do you remember Gratian—Gratian Conyfer, the godson of the four winds, the boy who lived at the old farmhouse up among the moors, where these strange beautiful sisters used to meet? Do you remember how full of fancies and stories Gratian's little head was, and how sometimes he put them into words to please Fergus, the lame child he loved so much? The story I am now going to tell you is one of these. I think it was their favourite one. I can not say that it is in the very words in which Gratian used to tell it, for it was not till long, long after those boyish days that it came to be written down. But all the same it is his story.About Author:Mary Louisa Molesworth, née Stewart (1839 – 1921) was an English writer of children's stories who wrote for children under the name of Mrs Molesworth. Her first novels, for adult readers, Lover and Husband (1869) to Cicely (1874), appeared under the pseudonym of Ennis Graham.She was born in Rotterdam, a daughter of Charles Augustus Stewart (1809–1873) who later became a rich merchant in Manchester and his wife Agnes Janet Wilson (1810–1883). Mary had three brothers and two sisters. She was educated in Great Britain and Switzerland: much of her girlhood was spent in Manchester. In 1861 she married Major R. Molesworth, nephew of Viscount Molesworth; they legally separated in 1879.Mrs Molesworth is best known as a writer of books for the young, such as Tell Me a Story (1875), Carrots (1876), The Cuckoo Clock (1877), The Tapestry Room (1879), and A Christmas Child (1880). She has been called "the Jane Austen of the nursery," while The Carved Lions (1895) "is probably her masterpiece." In the judgement of Roger Lancelyn Green:Mary Louisa Molesworth typified late Victorian writing for girls. Aimed at girls too old for fairies and princesses but too young for Austen and the Brontes, books by Molesworth had their share of amusement, but they also had a good deal of moral instruction.The girls reading Molesworth would grow up to be mothers; thus, the books emphasized Victorian notions of duty and self-sacrifice.Typical of the time, her young child characters often use a lisping style, and words may be misspelt to represent children's speech—"jography" for geography, for instance.She took an interest in supernatural fiction.In 1888, she published a collection of supernatural tales under the title Four Ghost Stories, and in 1896 a similar collection of six tales under the title Uncanny Stories. In addition to those, her volume Studies and Stories includes a ghost story entitled "Old Gervais" and her Summer Stories for Boys and Girls includes "Not exactly a ghost story."A new edition of The Cuckoo Clock was published in 1914.”
1 Chapter 1 THE OLD HOUSE.2 Chapter 2 IMPATIENT GRISELDA.3 Chapter 3 OBEYING ORDERS.4 Chapter 4 THE COUNTRY OF THE NODDING MANDARINS.5 Chapter 5 PICTURES.6 Chapter 6 RUBBED THE WRONG WAY.7 Chapter 7 BUTTERFLY-LAND.8 Chapter 8 MASTER PHIL.9 Chapter 9 UP AND DOWN THE CHIMNEY.10 Chapter 10 THE OTHER SIDE OF THE MOON.11 Chapter 11 CUCKOO, CUCKOO, GOOD-BYE!