The Angel Children or, Stories from Cloud-Land   By: Charlotte M. Higgins

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Rosy Diamond Story Books For Girls Illustrated THE ANGEL CHILDREN BOSTON, LEE & SHEPARD.]

THE

ANGEL CHILDREN;

OR,

STORIES FROM CLOUD LAND.

BY

CHARLOTTE M. HIGGINS.

BOSTON: LEE AND SHEPARD.

Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1854, by PHILLIPS, SAMPSON & CO.,

In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the District of Massachusetts.

Stereotyped by HOBART & ROBBINS, New England Type and Stereotype Foundery BOSTON.

CONTENTS.

PAGE HEPSA AND GENEVIEVE, 5 THE GARDEN OF GOD; OR, THE BABY'S FIRST SMILE, 26 CYBELE, THE TAMBOURINE GIRL, 44 THE STORY OF MAGGIE'S JOURNEY, 63 THE OLD WOMAN AND THE ENCHANTED SONG, 84 THE OLD MAN'S STORY, 102 A STORY OF THE CHRIST CHILD, 118

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STORIES.

HEPSA AND GENEVIEVE.

Genevieve lived in a large, handsome house, which had beautiful gardens all about it. She had no brother or sister, but she had a large play room, filled with the nicest toys, so that a good many children who came to play in it thought she must be perfectly happy; but Genevieve had often thought how willingly she would give the room and all its playthings for a little brother of her own, whom she might take out in the garden for a walk, and watch carefully, just as her mother watched her.

One day, while she was walking in the garden, thinking of the little brother she so much wanted, who she was sure would look like her dear mother, with her blue eyes, and golden curls, what should she hear but the noise of some one crying outside the garden fence. Now, as she could not look through the fence, for it was quite high and made of thick boards, she ran quickly to the gate, and then round to the place where she had heard the crying. There she saw a little girl sitting upon the side walk, with bare feet and legs, which were none of the whitest, wearing a dress of brown cloth with many tatters in it, and short black hair hanging over her face and head. Genevieve looked at her in amazement.

"Dear me!" she at last exclaimed, "where do you live?"

At this question the child stopped her crying, and pulling away her hair with both of her hands from her face, disclosed a pair of large black eyes, which, swollen with tears, regarded little Genevieve with sly, sleepy wonder.

It was not wonderful she should be astonished to behold so neat and pretty a child close by her side. Genevieve wore a blue frock and white apron, neat stockings and slippers, and pantalettes with broad ruffles. So she only gazed at Genevieve, without dreaming of answering her question.

"What is your name?" asked Genevieve.

"What is yours?" demanded the child.

"Mine is Genevieve. Tell me what yours is?"