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Magic for Marigold
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Magic for Marigold

1 Romeo and Juliet
 What’s in a Name?
1 Puck of Pook’s Hill There was a Puckish hint of malice in most things she said or di
Clementine
 That horrid old song, for instance–Oh, my darling Clementine, that boys used to howl along the road at nights. No, no, not for a Lesley
Leander “You can’t make anything out of a name like Leander. Whatever did you call him that for, Marian?”
“His grandfather named him after him who swam the Hellespont,” said Young Grandmother as rebukingly as if she had not, thirty-five years before, cried all one night because Old Grandfather had given her baby such a horrid name.
The Winners
 ‘He travels the fastest who travels alone.
David Copperfield
 Nina began to cry. She cried upon the slightest provocation. Lorraine remembered that Leander had always called her Mrs. Gummidge.
2 Revelation 7:6
 Sealed of the Tribe
Proverbs 31:12
 She will do him good and not evil all the days of her life.
3 Shall We Gather at the River? Salome couldn’t sing, but she always sang and Marigold liked to hear her, especially at twilight. “Shall we ga-a-a-ther at the ri-ver. The bew-tiful-the bew-tiful river?” warbled Salome..
On Jordan’s Stormy Banks I Stand She ran along the fence to the corner of the orchard where the spruces stopped. How cool and velvety the young grass felt. It felt green. But in the Hidden Land it would be ever so much greener–”living green,” as one of Salome’s hymns said. She scrambled through a lucky hole in the fence, ran out into Mr. Donkin’s wheat-stubble and looked eagerly–confidently for the Hidden Land.
Evangeline Perhaps Evangeline had danced to it. Aunt Marigold had told Marigold the story of Evangeline.
Ode to a Nightingale She loved it when its lights blossomed out in the blue of summer dusks and the bell of the Anglican Church over the bay rang faint and sweet. She loved it when the mist mirages changed it to some strange enchanted haven of “fairylands forlorn”; she loved it when it was ruffled in rich dark crimson under autumn sunsets
Unknown Then the Gaffer Wind of her favourite fairy-tale blew his trumpet over the harbour and the glossy black crows sat in rows on the fences
6 The Power of the Dog The Power of the Dog
7 Proverbs 18:14 ‘A wounded spirit who can bear’?
Sweet Hour of Prayer
 And if I have to slip off this ‘robe of flesh’ before next summer I’ll save up my jokes to tell you in eternity.
9 Esther 1:19
 At heart a thorough clansman, she loved, without knowing she loved, all the old clan customs and beliefs and follies and wisdoms as immutable as law of Mede and Persian.
Unknown “She is really lovable under her skin,” Aunt Marigold had said, fresh from a reading of Kipling.
19 Queen Victoria
 It was really a terrible chromo, originally sent out as a “supplement” with a Montreal paper and framed in hundreds of houses all over the loyal Island. It represented the good queen with a broad blue ribbon across her breast and a crown on her head filled with diamonds, the least of which was as big as a walnut.
15 Crossing the Bar One Clear Call
Memoirs of Anzonetta B. Peters She pored over the missionary books from the Sunday-school library–especially one fascinating little fat brown volume, the biography of a missionary who had “prepared” herself from the age of six.
Bluebeard She opened the closet-door and Marigold saw them–rows of dainty dresses hanging there, awfully like Bluebeard’s wives in a picture-book she had.
17 Matthew 4:$ Not by Bread Alone
18 Joy to the World The choir was singing Joy to the World, and Marigold was thinking of “Tidal, king of nations,” in the chapter the minister had just read
Genesis 14:! The choir was singing Joy to the World, and Marigold was thinking of “Tidal, king of nations,” in the chapter the minister had just read
The Long, Long Trail On the other side of the road, until they reached the pasture gate, stalked a slender figure with a smart cap worn a bit rakishly on the back of its head. The figure whistled The Long, Long Trail.
Casabianca Whereupon Hip surveyed the room with the air of a conqueror. When called upon to recite he gave “Casabianca” in ringing tones, standing all beautiful and brave as the immortal hero.
Little Queen In one he told her she was his Little Queen. And he had written that especial sentence in red ink–or–was it?–could it be–Marigold had heard of such things.
20 The Flying Roll I’ll just write it. This Flying Roll book is full of sermons. I read some dandy ones in it one day down at Dixons’ before you came. We’ll just write a snopsis of one of them, and Aunt Min will never know the difference./td>
21 Unknown Don’t sigh but send
And if he doesn’t come let him be hanged.
Unknown Were the “ivory gates and golden” of which Mother sometimes sang, closed behind her forever?
John 14:2 Our earthly house of love has many mansions and many tenants.
Last modified: January 10, 2009