I don't remember the giant's name: perhaps it was Ugolino, or Loeschigk, or Rodocanachi.
#MINNIE LITTLE WOMEN FULL#
Now, one summer's day, the giant went hunting, and had such good success that he came home with his arms full of game, tired and warm enough. The fairy queen, who was very wise, knew that the giant's strength lay in a great brass helmet which he wore so she told her people to watch, and, if ever he laid it aside, to steal this, and hide it away. Nay, in summer-time I think this place is prettier than a garden for it is not laid out in long, stiff beds and paths but the roads wind about like rivers under its shady trees, and, wherever you see a bed of flowers, a cosey little house is sure to rise up in its midst and then the hills, – Did you ever read about the giant, who wouldn't give the fairies any peace, but chopped them up for mince-meat, and did all kinds of wicked things, till they resolved to kill him, if they could? Somewhere in Massachusetts is a little town as beautiful as a garden. So, I ask her forgiveness hoping that she will find, inside of the volume, something "cunning" enough to make her forget the covers.Īnd now, dear children, if you like my story, you must all thank Minnie C-, to whom it is dedicated, with the heartiest good wishes of The Author. Instead of leaving off, I should have to add a great many of Minnie's fingers, to cover the book, which would grow so large, and I couldn't help it, any more than you can when a little bud opens out to a great flower. In a moment more she came bounding back to whisper, "I shouldn't care if you left off the fingers, only make a cunning story, and something I can wead."
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"O, wite something I could wead myself, – something with pictures, – something like Tom Thumb, you know and I shouldn't care if it had pink covers, too, and wasn't larger than-this." And she held up the palm of a rosy hand. One evening, last summer, a little girl, with laughing eyes that no one could resist, looked up into my face, and said,