No-Time-Land . .
A STORY
FOR . . .
GIRLS AND BOYS.
. BY .
Tasmania:
Printed at The Examiner Office, Launceston.
1901.
To all my dear little Nephews, Nieces,and other little boys and girls, thisStory is dedicated, trusting they will derive bothamusement and profit from its pages.
Wishing them all a “Happy New Century.”
From their affectionate Aunt and Friend,
MARY J. C. FULTON.
Leith,
Tasmania,
December, 1900.
“Guy, come and play with me.”
“Oh! I can’t, Tina, I have no time;I am going fishing soon with Urie Cass.”
“Oh, dear!” said the little voice; “younever get time, Guy, to have a game.”
“Cannot you have one game with her,sonny!” said his mother; “the wee girlie isdull playing by herself all day.”
“But mother, dear, I have no time now,”and so saying, Guy shouldered his fishingrod and walked off.
But his mother’s sad, grieved expressionseemed to haunt him all day, and his littlesister’s voice echoed so in his ears, that thefishing was not altogether such an enjoyable[6]time as he expected. He got back tiredand hungry, and soon after tea he was gladto go to bed.
He was just dropping off to sleep, when hiseyes seemed to wander to the open window,where the moonbeams were dancing in, asif they had come to see what sort of a roomit was, and what the inmate was like. Theyare inquisitive little things, you know; bothmoonbeams and sunbeams. They like toget into all the odd dark corners, and ifpeople are dirty and slovenly in their work,they show up the dust, and dirt, as much asto say: “Oh, fie, for shame, you slovenlycreatures!”
Just as Guy’s eyes alighted on the windowshe saw two ladies come floating in BU KİTABI OKUMAK İÇİN ÜYE OLUN VEYA GİRİŞ YAPIN!
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