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The princess of his tales was a person of wonderful beauty (she came from the old illustrated edition of Grimm, now out of print), and as she always applauded Georgie's valour among the dragons and buffaloes, he gave her the two finest names he had ever heard in his life—Annie and Louise, pronounced "Annie_an_louise." THE PRINCESS OF HIS TALES WAS A PERSON OF WONDERFUL BEAUTY SHE CAME FROM THE OLD ILLUSTRATED EDITION OF GRIMM NOW OUT OF PRINT AND AS SHE ALWAYS APPLAUDED GEORGIE'S VALOUR AMONG THE DRAGONS AND BUFFALOES HE GAVE HER THE TWO FINEST NAMES HE HAD EVER HEARD IN HIS LIFE ANNIE AND LOUISE PRONOUNCED ANNIE LOUISE
a, 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. 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. These ended, ships ran high up the dry land and opened into cardboard boxes; or gilt-and-green iron railings that surrounded beautiful gardens turned all soft and could be walked through and overthrown so long as he remembered it was only a dream. He could never hold that knowledge more than a few seconds ere things became real, and instead of pushing down houses full of grown-up people (a just revenge), he sat miserably upon gigantic door-steps trying to sing the multiplication-table up to four times six. D 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 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 THESE ENDED SHIPS RAN HIGH UP THE DRY LAND AND OPENED INTO CARDBOARD BOXES OR GILT AND GREEN IRON RAILINGS THAT SURROUNDED BEAUTIFUL GARDENS TURNED ALL SOFT AND COULD BE WALKED THROUGH AND OVERTHROWN SO LONG AS HE REMEMBERED IT WAS ONLY A DREAM HE COULD NEVER HOLD THAT KNOWLEDGE FOR MORE THAN A FEW SECONDS ERE THINGS BECAME REAL AND INSTEAD OF PUSHING DOWN HOUSES FULL OF GROWN UP PEOPLE A JUST REVENGE HE SAT MISERABLY UPON GIGANTIC DOOR STEPS TRYING TO SING THE MULTIPLICATION TABLE UP TO FOUR TIMES SIX
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