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THE STORY OF FARMYARD
MAGGIE
One Saturday afternoon when the miller had
let his man go out, he was standing at the mill
door above the steps, with the white dust
whirling behind him like a mist. He saw Peter
and his sister near the witch’s cottage, and he
waved his hand and shouted to them to come.
He was smoking, but knocked the ashes out of
his pipe, for he was certain that little Peter
would ask for a story. He liked telling him
stories better than reading out of his grand¬
mother’s book, because he could look at Janet
all the time, instead of keeping his eyes upon
the words. He began to rack his brains for
something new.
“A story! a story!” cried little Peter, as soon
as he had got within earshot.
“ But I have none left in my head,” said the
miller, teasing him.
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MAGGIE
One Saturday afternoon when the miller had
let his man go out, he was standing at the mill
door above the steps, with the white dust
whirling behind him like a mist. He saw Peter
and his sister near the witch’s cottage, and he
waved his hand and shouted to them to come.
He was smoking, but knocked the ashes out of
his pipe, for he was certain that little Peter
would ask for a story. He liked telling him
stories better than reading out of his grand¬
mother’s book, because he could look at Janet
all the time, instead of keeping his eyes upon
the words. He began to rack his brains for
something new.
“A story! a story!” cried little Peter, as soon
as he had got within earshot.
“ But I have none left in my head,” said the
miller, teasing him.
126
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| Works by selected Scottish authors > Violet Jacob > Stories told by the miller > (150) |
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| Permanent URL | https://digital.nls.uk/129136825 |
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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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