Funny Fables for Little Folks (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1860. Excerpt: ... THE HISTORY OF A HASSOCK. It was the breakfast-room, and a pretty, cheerful little room it was. It opened by a nice long window on to a pleasant lawn, where there was a bed of moss roses and mignonette, that sent their sweet breath as a morning welcome into the room, directly the housemaid took down the shutters and threw up the sash. The inhabitants of the room were very sociable as times went, for they had been long in company. First in rank, at least in his own opinion, was the Round Table in the middle, --he considered himself a prince, because he had a great space all to himself in the centre of the room. The Chairs were his Lords-in-Waiting, because they only were privileged to draw near him on special occasions. The Sofa still prided herself on her better days, when she had stood in her glory in the drawing-room. The Ottoman was formerly a resident in the best spare bed-room, and was a little looked down upon. The Cheffonier was bran new, and still wore a very unpleasant smell of new wood and oil about him. He was rather pompous and consequential, and squeaked loudly whenever his doors were opened. In fact, there was a feud between him and the older residents. He prided himself on the fresh gloss of his new polish, just out of the maker's hands, while they looked down on him as an interloper and a new-comer, who, moreover, could not date his descent as they could from the drawing-room. They considered themselves, although decayed in prosperity and feeling the approach of age, as the genuine old aristocracy. Now the Cheffonier was vulgar, and gave himself airs, and was taken a great deal more notice of, having double the amount of rubbing and furniturepolish allowed to the rest of the room. Indeed, the Bell-rope, who was an awful tattler and mischief...