"THE KNIGHT OF HER DREAM"

"HE SAW HER EYES BRIGHTER THAN THE STARS"

"THROUGH THE BLACK STORM AND HIS OWN BLACKER DESPAIR"

"AS IF THEY COULD NEVER GAZE ENOUGH"

"THE STRANGEST FLOWERS GROW UP UNDER THEIR FEET"

"THE KING OF THE GRAIL"




THE STOLEN TREASURE


There is a certain little girl who sometimes tries to find out when I
am not over busy, so that she may ask me to tell her a story. She is
kind enough to say that she likes my stories, and this so flatters my
vanity that I like nothing better than telling them to her. One reason
why she likes them, I suspect, is that they are not really my stories
at all, the most of them. They are the stories that the whole world has
known and loved all these hundreds and thousands of years, tales of the
gods and the heroes, of the giants and the goblins. Those are the right
stories to tell to children, I believe, and the right ones for children
to hear--the wonderful things that used to be done, up in the sky, and
down under the ocean, and inside the mountains. If the boys and girls
do not find out now, while they are young, all about the strange,