The Tapestry Room

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Title: The Tapestry Room A Child's Romance
Author: Mrs. Molesworth
Illustrator: Walter Crane
Release Date: November 28, 2005 [EBook #17175]
Language: English
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[Illustration: TWO CHRISTMAS ANGELS.--p. 122.]

THE TAPESTRY ROOM
A Child's Romance
By MRS. MOLESWORTH
AUTHOR OF 'CARROTS,' 'CUCKOO CLOCK,' 'GRANDMOTHER
DEAR,' 'TELL ME A STORY,' ETC.
[Illustration: 'DUDU']
'What tale did Iseult to the children say, Under the hollies, that bright
winter's day?' MATTHEW ARNOLD
ILLUSTRATED BY WALTER CRANE
London MACMILLAN AND CO., Limited NEW YORK: THE
MACMILLAN COMPANY 1899

(By Permission.)
TO H.R.H. VITTORIO EMANUELE PRINCE OF NAPLES CROWN
PRINCE OF ITALY ONE OF THE KINDLIEST OF MY YOUNG
READERS
MAISON DU CHANOINE, October 1879.

CONTENTS.
CHAPTER I.
PAGE MADEMOISELLE JEAN 1
CHAPTER II.

PRINCE CHÉRI 20
CHAPTER III.
ON A MOONLIGHT NIGHT 37
CHAPTER IV.
THE FOREST OF THE RAINBOWS 56
CHAPTER V.
FROG-LAND 75
CHAPTER VI.
THE SONG OF THE SWAN 94
CHAPTER VII.
WINGS AND CATS 114
CHAPTER VIII.
"THE BROWN BULL OF NORROWA" 135
CHAPTER IX.
THE BROWN BULL--(_Continued_) 158
CHAPTER X.
THE END OF THE BROWN BULL 177
CHAPTER XI.
DUDU'S OLD STORY 197

CHAPTER XII.
AU REVOIR 218

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.
"DUDU" _Vignette on Title-Page._
"ISN'T IT A FUNNY ROOM, CHÉRI?" To face Page 25
IT WAS DUDU " 51
ONWARDS QUIETLY STEPPED THE LITTLE PROCESSION " 75
TWO CHRISTMAS ANGELS " 122
STORY SPINNING " 141
THE BROWN BULL OF NORROWA " 162
"IS THIS A NEW PART OF THE HOUSE?" " 201
[Illustration]
CHAPTER I.
MADEMOISELLE JEANNE.
"Maitre Corbeau, sur un arbre perché." LA FONTAINE.
It was so cold. Ah, so very cold! So thought the old raven as he
hobbled up and down the terrace walk at the back of the house--the
walk that was so pleasant in summer, with its pretty view of the lower
garden, gay with the bright, stiffly-arranged flowerbeds, so pleasantly
warm and yet shady with the old trees overhead, where the raven's
second cousins, the rooks, managed their affairs, not without a good
deal of chatter about it, it must be confessed. "Silly creatures," the

raven was in the habit of calling them with contempt--all to himself, of
course, for no one understood the different tones of his croaking, even
though he was a French raven and had received the best of educations.
But to-day he was too depressed in spirit by the cold to think of his
relations or their behaviour at all. He just hopped or hobbled--I hardly
know which you would call it--slowly and solemnly up and down the
long walk, where the snow lay so thick that at each hop it came ever so
far up his black claws, which annoyed him very much, I assure you,
and made him wish more than ever that summer was back again.
Poor old fellow! he was not usually of a discontented disposition; but
to-day, it must be allowed, he was in the right about the cold. It was
very cold.
Several others beside the raven were thinking so--the three chickens
who lived in a queer little house in one corner of the yard thought so,
and huddled the closer together, as they settled themselves for the night.
For though it was only half-past three in the afternoon, they thought it
was no use sitting up any longer on such a make-believe of a day, when
not the least little ray of sunshine had succeeded in creeping through
the leaden-grey sky. And the tortoise would have thought so too if he
could, but he was too sleepy to think at all, as he "cruddled" himself
into his shell in the corner of the laurel hedge, and dreamt of the nice
hot days that were past.
And upstairs, inside the old house, somebody else was thinking so
too--a little somebody who seemed to be doing her best to make herself,
particularly her nose, colder still, for she was pressing it hard on to the
icy window-pane and staring out on to the deserted, snow-covered
garden, and thinking how cold it was, and wishing it was summer time
again, and fancying how it would feel to be a raven like old "Dudu," all
at once, in the mixed-up, dancing-about way that "thinking" was
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