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Baum, L. Frank (Lyman Frank), 1856-1919

"Mother Goose in Prose"

It seemed to extend for a great distance,
and the eggs stopped and looked at it curiously.
"I 'd like to see what is behind that wall," said Humpty, "but I do
n't think we shall be able to climb over it."
"No, indeed," answered the brown egg, "but just before us I see a
little hole in the wall, near the ground; perhaps we can crawl through
that."
They ran to the hole and found it was just large enough to admit them.
So they squeezed through very carefully, in order not to break
themselves, and soon came to the other side.
They were now in a most beautiful garden, with trees and bright-hued
flowers in abundance and pretty fountains that shot their merry sprays
far into the air. In the center of the garden was a great palace, with
bright golden turrets and domes, and many windows that glistened in
the sunshine like the sparkle of diamonds.
Richly dressed courtiers and charming ladies strolled through the
walks, and before the palace door were a dozen prancing horses, gaily
caparisoned, awaiting their riders.
It was a scene brilliant enough to fascinate anyone, and the two eggs
stood spellbound while their eyes feasted upon the unusual sight.
"See!" whispered Coutchie-Coulou, "there are some birds swimming in
the water yonder. Let us go and look at them, for we also may be birds
someday."
"True," answered Humpty, "but we are just as likely to be omelets or
angel's-food.


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