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They all began in the same way, or, as Georgie explained to the shadows of the night light, there was "the same starting off place"—a pile of brushwood stacked somewhere near a beach; and round this pile Georgie found himself running races with little boys and girls. THEY ALL BEGAN IN THE SAME WAY OR AS GEORGIE EXPLAINED TO THE SHADOWS OF THE NIGHT LIGHT THERE WAS THE SAME STARTING OFF PLACE A PILE OF BRUSHWOOD STACKED SOMEWHERE NEAR A BEACH AND ROUND THIS PILE GEORGIE FOUND HIMSELF RUNNING RACES WITH LITTLE BOYS AND GIRLS
been dreaming about them.” “We met Tisdall on Dowhead when we were in the donkey-cart this morning. P’r’aps that’s what put it into his head.” “Oh! Now you aren’t going to frighten the child into fits with your silly tales, and the master know nothing about it. If ever I catch you again,” etc. A child of six was telling himself stories as he lay in bed. It was a new power, and he kept it a secret. A month before it had occurred to him to carry on a nursery tale left unfinished by his mother, and he was delighted to find the tale as it came out of his own head just as surprising as though he were listening to it “all new from the beginning.” There was a prince in that tale, and he killed dragons, but only for one night. Ever afterwards Georgie dubbed himself prince, pasha, giant-killer, and all the rest (you see, he could not tell any one, for fear of being laughed at), and his tales faded gradually into dreamland, where adventures were so many that he could not recall the half of them. OLD HIM ANYTHING YOU HAVE HE'S BEEN DREAMING ABOUT THEM WE MET TISDALL ON DOWHEAD WHEN WE WERE IN THE DONKEY CART THIS MORNING P'R'APS THAT'S WHAT PUT IT INTO HIS HEAD OH YOU AREN'T GOING TO FRIGHTEN THE CHILD INTO FITS WITH YOUR SILLY TALES AND THE MASTER KNOW NOTHING ABOUT IT IF EVER I CATCH YOU AGAIN ET CETERA A CHILD OF SIX WAS TELLING HIMSELF STORIES AS HE LAY IN BED IT WAS A NEW POWER AND HE KEPT IT A SECRET A MONTH BEFORE IT HAD OCCURRED TO HIM TO CARRY ON A NURSERY TALE LEFT UNFINISHED BY HIS MOTHER AND HE WAS DELIGHTED TO FIND THE TALE AS IT CAME OUT OF HIS OWN HEAD JUST AS SURPRISING AS THOUGH HE WERE LISTENING TO IT ALL KNEW FROM THE BEGINNING THERE WAS A PRINCE IN THAT TALE AND HE KILLED DRAGONS BUT ONLY FOR ONE NIGHT EVER AFTERWARDS GEORGIE DUBBED HIMSELF PRINCE PASHA GIANT KILLER AND ALL THE REST YOU SEE HE COULD NOT TELL ANYONE FOR FEAR OF BEING LAUGHED AT AND HIS TALES FADED GRADUALLY INTO DREAMLAND WHERE ADVENTURES WERE SO MANY THAT HE COULD NOT RECALL THE HALF OF THEM
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