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Tonight, I continue the story,

The Princess and the Goblin, by George MacDonald.

So lie down, close your eyes,

and let me read you a story.

Chapter 11. The Old Lady's Bedroom

Nothing more happened worth telling for some time. The autumn came and went by.

There were no more flowers in the garden. The wind blew strong and howled among the rocks. The rain fell and drenched a few yellow and red leaves that

could not get off the bare branches. Again and again, there would be a glorious morning followed by a

pouring afternoon, and sometimes, for a week together, there would be a glorious morning followed by a pouring afternoon,

and sometimes, for a week together, there would be rain, nothing but rain all day,

and then the most lovely cloudless night, the sky all out in full-blown stars, not one missing.

But the princess could not see much of them, for she went to bed early.

The winter drew on, and she found things growing dreary. When it was too stormy to go out,

and she had got tired of her toys, Lutie would take her about the house, sometimes to the

housekeeper's room where the housekeeper, who was a good, kind old woman, made much of her.

Sometimes to the servants' hall or the kitchen, where she was not princess merely but absolute queen, and ran a great risk of being spoiled.

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