The Water-babies: A Fairy Tale for a Land-babyThomas Y. Crowell, 1895 - 330 páginas A Victorian tale in which Tom, a sooty little chimney sweep with a great longing to be clean, is stolen by fairies and turned into a water-baby. |
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... l'amour , l'amour , l'amour Qui fait la monde à la ronde ; " and yet no one may be able to see them except those whose hearts are going round to that same tune . At all events , we will make believe that there are 48 THE WATER - BABIES .
... l'amour , l'amour , l'amour Qui fait la monde à la ronde ; " and yet no one may be able to see them except those whose hearts are going round to that same tune . At all events , we will make believe that there are 48 THE WATER - BABIES .
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... believe that there are fairies in the world . It will not be the last time by many a one that we shall have to make believe . And yet , after all , there is no need for that . There must be fairies , for this is a fairy tale ; and how ...
... believe that there are fairies in the world . It will not be the last time by many a one that we shall have to make believe . And yet , after all , there is no need for that . There must be fairies , for this is a fairy tale ; and how ...
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... believe that Tom would have gone so far ; and when they looked at that awful cliff , they could never believe that he would have dared to face it . But if the dog said so , it must be true . " If we " Heaven forgive us ! " said Sir John ...
... believe that Tom would have gone so far ; and when they looked at that awful cliff , they could never believe that he would have dared to face it . But if the dog said so , it must be true . " If we " Heaven forgive us ! " said Sir John ...
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... believe it , ask him respectfully where his microscope has been ? Does not each of us in coming into this world go through a transformation just as wonderful as that of a sea - egg or a butterfly ? and do not reason and analogy , as ...
... believe it , ask him respectfully where his microscope has been ? Does not each of us in coming into this world go through a transformation just as wonderful as that of a sea - egg or a butterfly ? and do not reason and analogy , as ...
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... believe , spirits could make it dance , or talk to you by rapping on it . Am I in earnest ? Oh , dear no ! Don't you know that this is a fairy tale , and all fun and pretence ; and that you are not to believe one word of it , even if it ...
... believe , spirits could make it dance , or talk to you by rapping on it . Am I in earnest ? Oh , dear no ! Don't you know that this is a fairy tale , and all fun and pretence ; and that you are not to believe one word of it , even if it ...
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afraid asked babies backstairs beasts beautiful beautiful creature Bedonebyasyoudid began birch-rod birds bogies Brandan butterwort catch caught chimney chimney-sweep clean crag creatures cried crying dirty dovekies Epimetheus eyes fairy fancy fellow fish folks frightened Gairfowl gentleman gray grew Grimes grow Harthover head heard Hellebore hippopotamus hole Holothurian hundred Irishwoman jumped knew lady laughed legs little boys little children little dear little Ellie live lobster looked Mother Carey mouth nasty naughty never night nose once otter perhaps petrels point of rock poor little pretty professor rocks round salmon seen Shiny Wall Sir John sleep stone strange stream stupid sure swam sweet tail tell things thought told Tom longed Tom waited Tom's took trout truncheon turned ugly Vendale water-babies whales wings wonderful
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