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ALFRED GATTY answered asked ball beautiful began better called Carrot chancel chord church Churchman colts comfort course Cress cried Firefly dark dazzle and blaze earth Egeria empty nest empty space exclaimed eyes family rope father Fcap feel Firefly's FLEET STREET Gatty Gatty's Gero Geronimo hair half hand happy harvest moon head hear heart hen-mother hope horse horsebreaker Illustrations imperfect inap kick kicking-straps kind lessons light look matter morning mother murmured neighbour nest never Night nimo nosegay nursery gardener oh dear once OPINIONS organ organ-builder PARABLES FROM NATURE peace perfect perhaps pleasant poor Radishes Roger rose-tree roses round shouted side sing soap-suds soil spider spirit stable struck sure tablet Taffy talk teaching tell there's things thought trouble true tune turn Twinette twit volume whispered Whitefoot and Silverstar wish wonder wrong young
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165 psl. - All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good. And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear,
110 psl. - Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control, These three alone lead life to sovereign power. Yet not for power (power of herself Would come uncall'd for) but to live by law, Acting the law we live by without fear; And, because right is right, to follow right Were wisdom in the scorn of consequence.
38 psl. - ... truly they seemed to bring peace with them as they fell, so that a calm sank all around, and then the murmur proceeded: — "Poor little atoms in a boundless kingdom — each one of you bearing a part towards its fulness of perfection, each one of you endowed with gifts and powers especially your own, each one of you good after its kind — how came these cruel misgivings and heart-burnings among you? Are the tops of the mountains wrong because they cannot grow corn like the valleys?
37 psl. - Perhaps he had not gone down far enough in the soil. Some one talked of growing fibres for amusement — he had certainly not come to that; they were necessary to his support; he couldn't hold fast without them. Other people were more independent than he was, then; perhaps wiser, — alas! And yet the Beet himself was not quite easy; for talk as he would, what he had called fiddle-faddle seemed ingenious when he thought it over, and he would like to have persuaded himself that he grew layer upon...
28 psl. - I get deeper and deeper into the soil every day," remarked the Carrot. " I shall be I don't know how long, at last. I have been going down regularly, quite straight, for -weeks. Then I am tapering off to a long point at the end, in the most beautiful proportions possible. A traveller told me, the other day, this was perfection, and I believe he was right.
147 psl. - Weave yourself a web, my dear," said her mother, " as you know how without teaching, and catch flies for yourself; only don't weave near me in the corner here. I am old, and stay in the corners ; but you are young, and needn't. Besides, you would be in my way. Scramble along the rafters to a little distance off, and spin. But mind ! just see there's nothing there — below you I mean — before you begin. You won't catch anything to eat, if there isn't empty space about you for the flies to fly in.
32 psl. - though it's remarkable you counsellors should not agree among yourselves. Is it possible, however, that I have been making a great mistake all my life ? What lost time to look back upon ! Yet a ball ; — no, no, not a ball ! I don't think I could grow into a solid round ball were I to try for ever ! " " Not having tried, how can you tell ? " whispered the Turnip-Radish persuasively.
33 psl. - That is true," murmured the Carrot, rather sadly; "but I am too old for further efforts myself. Mistake or no mistake, my fate is fixed. I am too far down to get up again, that's certain; but some of the young ones may try. Do you hear, dears? Some of you stop short, if you can, and grow out sideways and all ways, into stout, round, solid balls." "Oh, nonsense about round balls!" cried the long-tailed Radish in disgust; "what will the world come to, if this folly goes on! Listen to me, youngsters,...
98 psl. - The old spider's head turned as giddy with Twinette's arguments as Twinette's had done while swinging in the wind. " I don't see what it can matter what's there," whimpered she, " if there's room for flies to fly about in. I wish you'd go back and spin.
150 psl. - ... finer, I do not pretend to tell the number of strands (as rope-threads are called) in Twinette's family rope. Enough, that as she made it now, it has been made from generation to generation, and there seems to be no immediate prospect of a change. The plan was for the spinner to glue the ends i rafter, and then start off.