By | GEORGE MACDONALD | The Princess and the Goblin | Chapter XV | Woven And Then Spun | “Comein, Irene,” said the silvery voice of her grandmother. The princess opened the door, and peeped in. But the room was quite dark, and there was no sound of the spinning-wheel….
By | GEORGE MACDONALD | The Princess and the Goblin | Chapter XIV | That Night Week | During the whole of the week, Irene had been thinking every other moment of her promise to the old lady, although even now she could not feel quite sure that she had…
By | GEORGE MACDONALD | The Princess and the Goblin | Chapter XIII | The Cobs’ Creatures | About this time, the gentlemen whom the king had left behind him to watch over the princess, had each occasion to doubt the testimony of his own eyes, for more than strange…
By | GEORGE MACDONALD | The Princess and the Goblin | Chapter XII | A Short Chapter About Curdie | Curdie spent many nights in the mine. His father and he had taken Mrs. Peterson into the secret, for they knew mother could hold her tongue, which was more than…
By | GEORGE MACDONALD | The Princess and the Goblin | Chapter XI | The Old Lady’s Bedroom | Nothing more happened worth telling for some time. The autumn came and went by. There were no more flowers in the garden. The winds blew strong, and howled among the rocks….
By | GEORGE MACDONALD | The Princess and the Goblin | Chapter X | The Princess’s King-Papa | The weather continued fine for weeks, and the little princess went out every day. So long a period of fine weather had indeed never been known upon that mountain. The only uncomfortable…
By | GEORGE MACDONALD | The Princess and the Goblin | Chapter IX | The Hall of The Goblin Palace | A sound of many soft feet followed, but soon ceased. Then Curdie flew at the hole like a tiger, and tore and pulled. The sides gave way, and it…
By | GEORGE MACDONALD | The Princess and the Goblin | Chapter VIII | The Goblins | For some time Curdie worked away briskly, throwing all the ore he had disengaged on one side behind him, to be ready for carrying out in the morning. He heard a good deal…
By | GEORGE MACDONALD | The Princess and the Goblin | Chapter VII | The Mines | Curdie went home whistling. He resolved to say nothing about the princess for fear of getting the nurse into trouble, for while he enjoyed teasing her because of her absurdity, he was careful…
By | GEORGE MACDONALD | The Princess and the Goblin | Chapter VI | The Little Miner | The next day the great cloud still hung over the mountain, and the rain poured like water from a full sponge. The princess was very fond of being out of doors, and…