All the Way to Fairyland Fairy Stories
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All the Way to Fairyland
AUTHOR OF "WYMPS"
WITH EIGHT COLOURED ILLUSTRATIONS
AND A COVER BY MRS. PERCY DEARMER
THE BODLEY HEAD
LONDON AND NEW YORK
COPYRIGHT, 1897, BY
JOHN WILSON AND SON, CAMBRIDGE, U.S.A.
By the Same author:
WYMPS: FAIRY TALES. With eight coloured illustrations by Mrs. Percy Dearmer.
THE MAKING OF A SCHOOLGIRL.
AT THE RELTON ARMS.
THE MAKING OF A PRIG.
[Illustration: A PRINCESS FLOATING ABOUT ON A SOFT WHITE CLOUD]
GEOFFREY AND CHRISTOPHER
TRISTAN AND ISEULT
MARGARET AND BOY
AND ALL THE OTHER CHILDREN
WHO WOULD LIKE TO GO
ALL THE WAY TO FAIRYLAND
I. THE COUNTRY CALLED NONAMIA II. WHY THE WYMPS CRIED III. THE STORY OF HONEY AND SUNNY IV. THE LITTLE PRINCESS AND THE POET V. THE WONDERFUL TOYMAKER VI. THE PROFESSOR OF PRACTICAL JOKES VII. THE DOLL THAT CAME STRAIGHT FROM FAIRYLAND VIII. THOSE WYMPS AGAIN!
List of Illustrations
BY MRS. PERCY DEARMER
I. A PRINCESS FLOATING ABOUT ON A SOFT WHITE CLOUD . Frontispiece
II. THE WYMPS SAY THAT QUEER BEGAN IT
III. SUNNY WAS SO ASTONISHED THAT SHE STOPPED CRYING AT ONCE
IV. "COME WITH ME, POET," SAID THE LITTLE PRINCESS
V. THE ROCKING HORSES RUSHED OVER THE GROUND
VI. HE CURLED HIMSELF UP IN THE SUN AND CLOSED HIS EYES
VII. THE LADY EMMELINA IS ALWAYS KEPT IN HER PROPER PLACE NOW
VIII. "WILL YOU COME AND PLAY WITH ME, LITTLE WISDOM?"
The Country Called Nonamia
Ever so long ago, in the wonderful country of Nonamia, there lived an absent minded magician. It is not usual, of course, for a magician to be absent minded; but then, if it were usual it would not have happened in Nonamia. Nobody knew very much about this particular magician, for he lived in his castle in the air, and it is not easy to visit any one who lives in the air. He did not want to be visited, however; visitors always meant conversation, and he could not endure conversation. This, by the way, was not surprising, for he was so absent minded that he always forgot the end of his sentence before he was half way through the beginning of it; and as for his visitors' remarks well, if he had had any visitors, he would never have heard their remarks at all. So, when some one did call on him, one day, and that was when he had been living in his castle in the air for seven hundred and seventy seven years and had almost forgotten who he was and why he was there, the magician was so astonished that he could not think of anything to say.
"How did you get here?" he asked at last; for even an absent minded magician cannot remain altogether silent, when he looks out of his castle in the air and sees a Princess in a gold and silver frock, with a bright little crown on her head, floating about on a soft white cloud.
"Well, I just came, that's all," answered the Princess, with a particularly friendly smile. "You see, I have never been able to find my own castle in the air, so when the West Wind told me about yours I asked him to blow me here. May I come in and see what it is like?"
"Certainly not," said the magician, hastily. "It is not like anything; and even if it were, I should not let you come in. Don't you know that, if you were to enter another person's castle in the air, it would vanish away like a puff of smoke?"
"Oh, dear!" sighed the Princess. "I did so want to know what a real castle in the air was like. I wonder if yours is at all like mine!"
"Tell me about yours," said the magician. "I may be able to help you to find it." Of course, he only said this in order to prevent her from coming inside his own castle. At the same time, a little conversation with a friendly Princess in a gold and silver gown is not at all unpleasant, when one has lived in a castle in the air for seven hundred and seventy seven years...