Very Short Stories and Verses For Children — Context and Discussion

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Clifford, W. K., Mrs., 1846-1929, Campbell, Edith [Illustrator] Project Gutenberg 2009 Not confirmed
Children's stories, English; Children's poetry, English Readers of public-domain and historical texts
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Reading time 78 min
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Mrs. W. K. Clifford's collection of very short stories and verses for children, illustrated by Edith Campbell, features concise tales like 'Master Willie' and 'The Kite' with a distinctive narrative voice that blends whimsy, pathos, and direct address to young readers.
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They were then only signed with my initials. Some of the verses appear now for the first time.

_TO YOU--AND ETHEL AND ALICE_

THE LIGHT ON THE HILLS 22

ON THE WAY TO THE SUN 30

THE POOR LITTLE DOLL 35

A-COMING DOWN THE STREET 45

SEEKING THE VIOLETS 49

THE TINKER'S MARRIAGE 61

THE CHILDREN AND THE GARLAND 62

ROUND THE TEA-TABLE 64

A FIRST LOVE-MAKING 71

THE DONKEY ON WHEELS 89

THE BOY AND LITTLE GREAT LADY 92

GOOD-DAY, GENTLE FOLK 94

There was once a little boy called Willie. I never knew his other name, and as he lived far off behind the mountain, we cannot go to inquire. He had fair hair and blue eyes, and there was something in his face that, when you had looked at him, made you feel quite happy and rested, and think of all the things you meant to do by-and-by when you were wiser and stronger. He lived all alone with the tall aunt, who was very rich, in the big house at the end of the village. Every morning he went down the street with his little goat under his arm, and the village folk looked after him and said, "There goes Master Willie."

The tall aunt had a very long neck; on the top of it was her head, on the top of her head she wore a white cap. Willie used often to look up at her and think that the cap was like snow upon the mountain. She was very fond of Willie, but she had lived a great many years and was always sitting still to think them over, and she had forgotten all the games she used to know, all the stories she had read when she was little, and when Willie asked her about them, would say, "No, dear, no, I can't remember; go to the woods and play." Sometimes she would take his face between her two hands and look at him well while Willie felt quite sure that she was not thinking of him, but of someone else he did not know, and then she would kiss him, and turn away quickly, saying, "Go to the woods, dear; it is no good staying with an old woman." Then he, knowing that she wanted to be alone, would pick up his goat and hurry away.

He had had a dear little sister, called Apple-blossom, but a strange thing had happened to her. One day she over-wound her very big doll that talked and walked, and the consequence was quite terrible. No sooner was the winding-up key out of the doll's side than it blinked its eyes, talked very fast, made faces, took Apple-blossom by the hand, saying, "I am not your doll any longer, but you are my little girl," and led her right away no one could tell whither, and no one was able to follow. The tall aunt and Willie only knew that she had gone to be the doll's little girl in some strange place, where dolls were stronger and more important than human beings.

After Apple-blossom left him, Willie had only his goat to play with; it was a poor little thing with no horns, no tail and hardly any hair, but still he loved it dearly, and put it under his arm every morning while he went along the street.

"It is only made of painted wood and a little hair, Master Willie," said the blacksmith's wife one day. "Why should you care for it; it is not even alive."

"But if it were alive, anyone could love it."

"And living hands made it," the miller's wife said. "I wonder what strange hands they were;--take care of it for the sake of them, little master."

The collection opens with 'Master Willie,' a story that establishes a quiet, reflective tone through its focus on a boy living with a tall aunt who has 'forgotten all the games she used to know.' The narrative voice is intimate, addressing readers directly with phrases like 'I never knew his other name,' and it lingers on small details—the aunt's cap 'like snow upon the mountain'—that suggest a world where memory and imagination intertwine. This opening piece, along with the preface noting that most stories are reprinted from earlier books, signals a work that values brevity and emotional resonance over elaborate plot.

A Voice That Speaks to Children

Clifford’s narrative voice is notably direct and conversational, often breaking the fourth wall. In 'Master Willie,' the narrator admits ignorance of the boy’s surname, then adds, 'as he lived far off behind the mountain, we cannot go to inquire.' This creates a sense of shared storytelling, as if the narrator is confiding in the reader. The same technique appears in 'The Kite,' where the narrator muses, 'I have often sat and thought about that kite, and wondered who its father and mother were.' Such asides invite children to ponder alongside the storyteller, blending whimsy with a hint of melancholy. The verses, like 'My Little Brother,' use simple rhyme and meter to capture a child’s perspective: 'I think if we might eat him up / It would be quite a treat.' This playful exaggeration is typical of the collection’s tone.

Recurring Motifs: Animals, Toys, and Nature

Throughout the excerpts, animals and toys are animated with human traits. The kite has a 'snow-white face, and pink and white ears' and a rebellious personality, while the goat in 'Master Willie' is carried 'under his arm' like a companion. Nature is both a setting and a source of wonder: children go to the woods for garlands, and the pale child in 'The Children and the Garland' asks, 'Will it be summer when they have gone by?' This intertwining of the natural and the domestic—the aunt’s cap like snow, the kite’s 'common red roof'—grounds the fantastical in everyday observation. The verses often celebrate small creatures or objects, as in 'The Rabbit' or 'The Sandy Cat,' though the full texts are not provided here.

Structure and Pacing: Brevity as a Virtue

As the title promises, the stories and verses are very short. 'Master Willie' spans just a few paragraphs, and 'The Kite' ends with a poignant, open-ended image: 'perhaps beyond the dark pines and the roaring sea the kite is flying still, on and on, farther and farther away, for ever and for ever.' This economy of language forces each word to carry weight. The verses are similarly concise, often four to eight lines. The collection’s structure—alternating prose and verse—provides rhythmic variety, and the table of contents lists 40 pieces, suggesting a mosaic of brief encounters rather than a sustained narrative. Readers can dip in and out, making it suitable for young children with limited attention spans.

The Role of the Illustrations

Edith Campbell’s illustrations are mentioned on the title page and in the frontispiece caption ('Apple Blossom, I am waiting; are you here?'), but the excerpts do not include images. However, the text itself is visually evocative, with descriptions that could easily inspire pictures: the aunt’s 'white cap' like snow, the kite’s 'pink and white ears,' the children’s garland of spring flowers. The interplay between word and image is hinted at in the preface, where Clifford notes that some verses appear 'now for the first time,' suggesting the book was designed as a cohesive visual-verbal experience. Readers should imagine the illustrations as complementing the text’s gentle, detailed observations.

Approach this collection as a series of small, self-contained moments rather than a continuous story. The brevity of each piece rewards rereading, and the narrative voice—conversational yet slightly distant—encourages children to ask questions about what is left unsaid. Pay attention to the recurring themes of waiting, loss, and the passage of time, which give these simple tales unexpected depth.

There’s something tender in how Mrs. Clifford speaks directly to a child’s quiet fears, never talking down, just letting the moment breathe. That same unhurried honesty lingers in the poems gathered near still waters, where a line can feel like a hand resting on your shoulder. I keep thinking of that long, gentle pause between one verse and the next. By Still Waters: Lyrical Poems Old and New — Reading Notes felt like coming home to that same hush.

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