. Little 'Jim Crow': Und andere Geschichten für Kinder. ! Auf den Knien erfand der Gärtner die Vollkommenheit der Form und die Festigkeit der Textur, die in dieser schönen namenlosen Blüte zu finden war, die durch ihren kräftigen Stiel weich aufrechterhalten wurde. Reines Porzellan-blaue Markierungen, die ihm ein fast menschliches Lächeln, inur- 20G DIE PRINZESSIN PORZELLAN inurierte die Dame; Die Markierungen von schwarz-est Samt, und das große ivd-orange ey«.wo habe ich gesehen, dass eigentümliche Auge, und wo, dass reine, sogar Farbton von Blau?Warum-und im gleichen Moment der gard (Mid-schlug seine Erde-befleckten Hände zusammen, Ausrufen: Die

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. Little "Jim Crow" : and other stories for children . ! Down on his knees, the gardener expa-tiated on the perfection of form and thefirmness of texture to be found in this beau-tiful nameless blossom, that was upheld sofirmly by its sturdy stem. Pure porcelain-blue markings, thatgive it an almost human smile, inur- 20G THE PRINCESS PORCELAIN inured the lady; the markings of black-est velvet, and that great ivd-orange ey«.Where have I seen that peculiar eye, andwhere that pure, even tint of blue ?Why- And at the same moment the gard(Mid-struck his earth-stained hands together, exclaiming: The King of the Blacks, maam! while his mistress cried: Por-celain Blue! and the gardener finished:It s the hoffspring of them two plants, maam, as sure as you re alive; and sheas no name, poor thing! Oh, yes, she has, smiled his mistress. She is of royal parentage, and beautiful, and she is called the i Princess Porce-lain ; and to herself she whispered: Ah, love never dies! That is proved by theexistence here of Princess Porcelain. THE HERMITS THE HERMITS. E was a slender, serious, dark-eyed boy, and my close friend.I called him Hal, instinc-tively feeling what a misfitwas the name Harry, by which his familycalled him. I was proud of being hischum, not only because he was a boy, butbecause he was two or three years myelder, and so, of course, was two or threeyears the wiser. He was no girl-boy. He raced, playedball and marbles, ran away and went inswimming, and took his thrashing for it, just as other boys did; but he was gentlerthan they—he was imaginative andthoughtful. We were the only children living in thatdirect neighborhood, which was a veryretired one, so that our companionship 209 210 THE HERMITS the natural outcome of the situa-tion. We were both booky, we wereboth Sunday-school enthusiasts, and hewas the son of an intensely religiousmother— a God-/on;/// woman, with whomprayer was a joy, not a duty; who praisedher Maker because he had made her, andin his own image; a w

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