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They　all　turned　and　looked。　　And　there；

where　the　blue　sea　had　lain；　so　calm；　a　mighty

wall　of　water；　reaching　from　earth　to　sky；　was

rolling　in。　　No　one　could　scream；　so　terrible

was　the　sight。　　The　wall　of　water　rolled　in　on

the　land；　passed　quite　over　the　place　where　the

village　had　been；　and　broke；　with　an　awful

sound；　on　the　mountain　side。　　One　wave　more；

and　still　one　more；　came；　and　then　all　was

water；　as　far　as　they　could　look；　below；　the

village　where　they　had　been　was　under　the　sea。



But　the　people　were　all　safe。　　And　when　they

saw　what　the　old　man　had　done；　they　honoured

him　above　all　men　for　the　quick　wit　which　had

saved　them　all　from　the　tidal　wave。







THE　STORY　OF　WYLIE＇1＇



＇1＇　Adapted　from　Rab　and　his　Friends；　by　Dr　John　Brown。





This　is　a　story　about　a　dog；not　the　kind　of

dog　you　often　see　in　the　street　here；　not　a　fat；

wrinkly　pugdog；　nor　a　smooth…skinned　bulldog；

nor　even　a　big　shaggy　fellow；　but　a　slim；　silky…

haired；　sharp…eared　little　dog；　the　prettiest　thing

you　can　imagine。　　Her　name　was　Wylie；　and　she

lived　in　Scotland；　far　up　on　the　hills；　and　helped

her　master　take　care　of　his　sheep。



You　can't　think　how　clever　she　was！　　She

watched　over　the　sheep　and　the　little　lambs　like

a　soldier；　and　never　let　anything　hurt　them。

She　drove　them　out　to　pasture　when　it　was

time；　and　brought　them　safely　home　when　it　was

time　for　that。　　When　the　silly　sheep　got　frightened

and　ran　this　way　and　that；　hurting　themselves

and　getting　lost；　Wylie　knew　exactly　what　to

do；round　on　one　side　she　would　run；　barking

and　scolding；　driving　them　back；　then　round

on　the　other；　barking　and　scolding；　driving　them

back；　till　they　were　all　bunched　together　in　front

of　the　right　gate。　　Then　she　drove　them　through

as　neatly　as　any　person。　　She　loved　her　work；

and　was　a　wonderfully　fine　sheepdog。



At　last　her　master　grew　too　old　to　stay　alone

on　the　hills；　and　so　he　went　away　to　live。　　Before

he　went；　he　gave　Wylie　to　two　kind　young　men

who　lived　in　the　nearest　town；　he　knew　they

would　be　good　to　her。　　They　grew　very　fond　of

her；　and　so　did　their　old　grandmother　and　the

little　children：　she　was　so　gentle　and　handsome

and　well　behaved。



So　now　Wylie　lived　in　the　city　where　there

were　no　sheep　farms；　only　streets　and　houses；

and　she　did　not　have　to　do　any　work　at　all；

she　was　just　a　pet　dog。　　She　seemed　very　happy

and　she　was　always　good。



But　after　a　while；　the　family　noticed　something

odd；　something　very　strange　indeed；　about　their

pet。　　Every　single　Tuesday　night；　about　nine

o'clock；　Wylie　DISAPPEARED。　　They　would　look

for　her；　call　her；no；　she　was　gone。　　And　she

would　be　gone　all　night。　　But　every　Wednesday

morning；　there　she　was　at　the　door；　waiting　to

be　let　in。　　Her　silky　coat　was　all　sweaty　and

muddy　and　her　feet　heavy　with　weariness；　but

her　bright　eyes　looked　up　at　her　masters　as　

if　she　were　trying　to　explain　where　she　had

been。



Week　after　week　the　same　thing　happened。

Nobody　could　imagine　where　Wylie　went　every

Tuesday　night。　　They　tried　to　follow　her　to　find

out；　but　she　always　slipped　away；　they　tried　to

shut　her　in；　but　she　always　found　a　way　out。

It　grew　to　be　a　real　mystery。　　Where　in　the

world　did　Wylie　go？



You　never　could　guess；　so　I　am　going　to　tell

you。



In　the　city　near　the　town　where　the　kind

young　men　lived　was　a　big　market　like　（naming

one　in　the　neighbourhood）。　　Every　sort　of　thing

was　sold　there；　even　live　cows　and　sheep　and

hens。　　On　Tuesday　nights；　the　farmers　used　to

come　down　from　the　hills　with　their　sheep　to　sell；

and　drive　them　through　the　city　streets　into　the

pens；　ready　to　sell　on　Wednesday　morning；　that

was　the　day　they　sold　them。



The　sheep　weren't　used　to　the　city　noises　and

sights；　and　they　always　grew　afraid　and　wild；

and　gave　the　farmers　and　the　sheepdogs　a　great

deal　of　trouble。　　They　broke　away　and　ran　about；

in　everybody's　way。



But　just　as　the　trouble　was　worst；　about

sunrise；　the　farmers　would　see　a　little　silky；　sharp…

eared　dog　come　trotting　all　alone　down　the　road；

into　the　midst　of　them。



And　then！



In　and　out　the　little　dog　ran　like　the　wind；

round　and　about；　always　in　the　right　place；

drivingcoaxingpushingmaking　the　sheep

mind　like　a　good　school…teacher；　and　never

frightening　them；　till　they　were　all　safely　in！

All　the　other　dogs　together　could　not　do　as

much　as　the　little　strange　dog。　　She　was　a　perfect

wonder。　　And　no　one　knew　whose　dog　she

was　or　where　she　came　from。　　The　farmers　grew

to　watch　for　her；　every　week；　and　they　called

her　〃the　wee　fell　yin〃　which　is　Scots　for　〃the

little　terror〃；　they　used　to　say　when　they　saw

her　coming；　〃There's　the　wee　fell　yin！　　Now

we'll　get　them　in。〃



Every　farmer　would　have　liked　to　keep　her；

but　she　let　no　one　catch　her。　　As　soon　as　her

work　was　done　she　was　off　and　away　like　a　fairy

dog；　no　one　knew　where。　　Week　after　week　this

happened；　and　nobody　knew　who　the　little

strange　dog　was。



But　one　day　Wylie　went　to　walk　with　her　two

masters；　and　they　happened　to　meet　some　sheep

farmers。　　The　sheep　farmers　stopped　short　and

stared　at　Wylie；　and　then　they　cried　out；　〃Why；

THAT'S　THE　DOG！　　That's　the　wee　fell　yin！〃　　And

so　it　was。　　The　little　strange　dog　who　helped

with　the　sheep　was　Wylie。



Her　masters；　of　course；　didn't　know　what　the

farmers　meant；　till　they　were　told　all　about　what

I　have　been　telling　you。　　But　when　they　heard　

about　the　pretty　strange　dog　who　came　to

market　all　alone；　they　knew　at　last　where　Wylie

went；　every　Tuesday　night。　　And　they　loved

her　better　than　ever



Wasn't　it　wise　of　the　dear　little　dog　to　go　and

work　for　other　people　when　her　own　work　was

taken　away？　　I　fancy　she　knew　that　the　best

people　and　the　best　dogs　always　work　hard　at

something。　　Any　way　she　did　that　same　thing

as　long　as　she　lived；　and　she　was　always　just　as

gentle；　and　silky…haired；　and　loving　as　at　first。







LITTLE　DAYLIGHT＇1＇



＇1＇　Adapted　from　At　the　Back　of　the　North　Wind；　by　George

Macdonald。





Once　there　was　a　beautiful　palace；　which　had

a　great　wood　at　one　side。　　The　king　and　his

courtiers　hunted　in　the　wood　near　the　palace；

and　there　it　was　kept　open；　free　from　underbrush。

But　farther　away　it　grew　wilder　and　wilder；　till

at　last　it　was　so　thick　that　nobody　knew　what

was　there。　　It　was　a　very　great　wood　indeed。



In　the　wood　lived　eight　fairies。　　Seven　of

them　were　good　fairies；　who　had　lived　there

always；　the　eighth　was　a　bad　fairy；　who　had

just　come。　　And　the　worst　of　it　was　that　nobody

but　the　other　fairies　knew　she　WAS　a　fairy；

people　thought　she　was　just　an　ugly　old　witch。

The　good　fairies　lived　in　the　dearest　little　houses！

One　lived　in　a　hollow　silver　birch；　one　in　a　little

moss　cottage；　and　so　on。　　But　the　bad　fairy　lived

in　a　horrid　mud　house　in　the　middle　of　a　dark

swamp。



Now　when　the　first　baby　was　born　to　the　king

and　queen；　her　father　and　mother　decided　to

name　her　〃Daylight；〃　because　she　was　so　bright

and　sweet。　　And　of　course　they　had　a　christening

party。　　And　of　COURSE　they　invited　the　fairies；

because　the　good　fairies　had　always　been　at

the　christening　party　when　a　princess　was　born

in　the　palace；　and　everybody　knew　that　they

brought　good　gifts。



But；　alas；　no　one　knew　about　the　swamp　fairy；

and　she　was　not　invited；which　really　pleased

her；　because　it　gave　her　an　excuse　for　doing

something　mean。



The　good　fairies　came　to　the　christening　party；

and；　one　after　another；　five　of　them　gave　little

Daylight　good　gifts。　　The　other　two　stood　among

the　guests；　so　that　no　one　noticed　them。　　The

swamp　fairy　thought　there　were　no　more　of　them；

so　she　stepped　forward；　just　as　the　archbishop

was　handing　the　baby　back　to　the　lady…in…waiting。



〃I　am　just　a　little　deaf；〃　she　said；　mumbling

a　laugh　with　her　toothless　gums。　　〃Will　your

reverence　tell　me　the　baby's　name　again？〃



〃Certainly；　my　good　woman；〃　said　the　bishop；

〃the　infant　is　little　Daylight。〃



〃And　little　Daylight　it　shall　be；　forsooth；〃

cried　the　bad　fairy。　　〃I　decree　that　she　shall

sleep　all　day。〃　　Then　she　laughed　a　horrid

shrieking　laugh；　〃He；　he；　hi；　hi！〃



Everyone　looked　at　everyone　else　in　despair；

but　out　stepped　the　sixth　good　fairy；　who　by

arrangement　with　her　sisters　had　remained　in

the　background　to　undo　what　she　could　of　any

evil　that　the　swamp　fairy　might　decree。



〃Then　at　least　she　shall　wake　all　night；〃　she

said；　sadly。



〃Ah！〃　screamed　the　swamp　fairy；　〃you　spoke

before　I　had　finished；　which　is　against　the　law；

and　gives　me　another　chance。〃　　All　the　fairies

started　at　once　to　say；　〃I　beg　your　pardon！〃

But　the　bad　fairy　said；　〃I　had　only　laughed　‘he；

he！'　and　‘hi；　hi！'　　I　had　still　‘ho；　ho！'　and　‘hu；

hu！'　to　laugh。〃



The　fairies　could　not　gainsay　this；　and　the

bad　fairy　had　her　other　cha