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THE KING OF GROWGLAND’S CROWN 41
forgot to ask who you are,” called the priest
after him, with his mouth full.
“ I am a near relation of the bride’s,” said
the magpie as he sailed away.
By the time the engaged couple reached the
porch they found the holy man awaiting them,
and were immediately married. The magpie
gave the bride away and offered some advice
upon the married state, for he was a widower
and knew what he was talking about. “ Now
go,” he said, “and I will return to the steeple,
where I shall find snug enough quarters. Three
is an ill number for a honeymoon.”
So the husband and wife went to the village
and found a suitable lodging ; they meant to
stay there for the next few days, till they should
decide where they should live.
As the sun set that evening the magpie sat
on the steeple meditating on life. The bright
glow struck through the ivy-leaves, and he was
much astonished at seeing something glittering
so brightly in the light that he was almost
dazzled. The shine came from behind a great
tangle of foliage which clothed the tower. He
hopped down and thrust his beak in among the
ivy. There, in a hole scooped carefully among
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forgot to ask who you are,” called the priest
after him, with his mouth full.
“ I am a near relation of the bride’s,” said
the magpie as he sailed away.
By the time the engaged couple reached the
porch they found the holy man awaiting them,
and were immediately married. The magpie
gave the bride away and offered some advice
upon the married state, for he was a widower
and knew what he was talking about. “ Now
go,” he said, “and I will return to the steeple,
where I shall find snug enough quarters. Three
is an ill number for a honeymoon.”
So the husband and wife went to the village
and found a suitable lodging ; they meant to
stay there for the next few days, till they should
decide where they should live.
As the sun set that evening the magpie sat
on the steeple meditating on life. The bright
glow struck through the ivy-leaves, and he was
much astonished at seeing something glittering
so brightly in the light that he was almost
dazzled. The shine came from behind a great
tangle of foliage which clothed the tower. He
hopped down and thrust his beak in among the
ivy. There, in a hole scooped carefully among
6
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| Works by selected Scottish authors > Violet Jacob > Stories told by the miller > (61) |
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| Permanent URL | https://digital.nls.uk/129135757 |
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| Description | By Violet Jacob. |
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| Shelfmark | U.38.g |
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| Description | Violet Jacob (1863-1946) was born into an aristocratic family who had lived at the House of Dun near Montrose since the 15th century. Her classic novel of the 1745 Jacobite rising, 'Flemington” (1911), was highly regarded by John Buchan and is still in print. Jacob had a deep appreciation of the Angus dialect and countryside, and this is evident in her celebrated Scots language poetry in volumes such as 'Song of Angus' (1915). |
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| Description | A selection of classic out-of-copyright Scottish poetry, prose and children’s stories from the late 19th and early 20th centuries. |
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