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Can't get enough of Little Women? Try Marjorie's Three Gifts, a similarly engaging and heartwarming tale from Louisa May Alcott, the author who brought to life Meg, Jo, Beth, and Amy, some of the most beloved characters in American literature. This short story incorporates enchanted fairy-tale elements that will please fans of classic fables such as Cinderella.

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Publié par	The Floating Press
Date de parution	01 septembre 2010
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781775419211
Langue	English

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MARJORIE'S THREE GIFTS
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LOUISA MAY ALCOTT

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Marjorie's Three Gifts First published in 1899 ISBN 978-1-775419-21-1 © 2010 The Floating Press
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Marjorie's Three Gifts Roses and Forget-Me-Nots
Marjorie's Three Gifts
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Marjorie sat on the door-step, shelling peas, quite unconscious whata pretty picture she made, with the roses peeping at her through thelattice work of the porch, the wind playing hide-and-seek in her curlyhair, while the sunshine with its silent magic changed her faded ginghamto a golden gown, and shimmered on the bright tin pan as if it were asilver shield. Old Rover lay at her feet, the white kitten purred on hershoulder, and friendly robins hopped about her in the grass, chirping "Ahappy birthday, Marjorie!"
But the little maid neither saw nor heard, for her eyes were fixed onthe green pods, and her thoughts were far away. She was recalling thefairy-tale granny told her last night, and wishing with all her heartthat such things happened nowadays. For in this story, as a poor girllike herself sat spinning before the door, a Brownie came by, and gavethe child a good-luck penny; then a fairy passed, and left a talismanwhich would keep her always happy; and last of all, the prince rolledup in his chariot, and took her away to reign with him over a lovelykingdom, as a reward for her many kindnesses to others.
When Marjorie imagined this part of the story, it was impossible to helpgiving one little sigh, and for a minute she forgot her work, so busywas she thinking what beautiful presents she would give to all the poorchildren in her realm when THEY had birthdays. Five impatient young peastook this opportunity to escape from the half-open pod in her hand andskip down the steps, to be immediately gobbled up by an audacious robin,who gave thanks in such a shrill chirp that Marjorie woke up, laughed,and fell to work again. She was just finishing, when a voice called outfrom the lane,—
"Hi, there! come here a minute, child!" and looking up, she saw a littleold man in a queer little carriage drawn by a fat little pony.
Running down to the gate, Marjorie dropped a curtsy, sayingpleasantly,—
"What did you wish, sir?"
"Just undo that check-rein for me. I am lame, and Jack wants to drinkat your brook," answered the old man, nodding at her till his spectaclesdanced on his nose.
Marjorie was rather afraid of the fat pony, who tossed his head, whiskedhis tail, and stamped his feet as if he was of a peppery temper. But sheliked to be useful, and just then felt as if there were few things shecould NOT do if she tried, because it was her birthday. So she proudlylet down the rein, and when Jack went splashing into the brook, shestood on the bridge, waiting to check him up again after he had drunkhis fill of the clear, cool water.
The old gentleman sat in his place, looking up at the little girl, whowas smiling to herself as she watched the blue dragon-flies dance amongthe ferns, a blackbird tilt on the alderboughs, and listened to thebabble of the brook.
"How old are you, child?" asked the old man, as if he rather envied thisrosy creature her youth and health.
"Twelve to-day, sir;" and Marjorie stood up straight and tall, as ifmindful of her years.
"Had any presents?" asked the old man, peering up with an odd smile.
"One, sir,—here it is;" and she pulled out of her pocket a tinsavings-bank in the shape of a desirable family mansion, painted red,with a green door and black chimney. Proudly displaying it on the ruderailing of the bridge, she added, with a happy face,—
"Granny gave it to me, and all the money in it is going to be mine.