went with his aunt, and I rose and got the tea. But I felt much lighter-hearted since I had the sympathy of the little boy to comfort me. Only I was afraid they would make him hate me. But, although I saw very little of him the rest of the time, I knew they had not succeeded in doing so; for as often as he could, he would come sliding up to me, saying 'How do you do, princess?'and then run away, afraid of being seen and scolded.
"'I was getting very desperate about making my escape, for there was a high wall about the place, and the gate was always locked at night. When Christmas-Eve came, I was nearly crazy with thinking that to-morrow was uncle's birthday; and that I should not be with him. But that very night, after I had gone to my room, the door opened, and in came little Eddie in his nightgown, his eyes looking very bright and black over it.
"'There, princess!' said he, 'there is the key of the gate. Run.'
"'I took him in my arms and kissed him, unable to speak. He struggled to get
George MacDonald has a clever way of presenting a series of short stories as a larger tale, by making it a story about a story-telling club. The larger tale is tame enough and realistic enough, that I found myself wondering as to whether it might really be nonfiction. The tales within the tales are sometimes MacDonald's famous fairytails and sometimes a shadow of his own life.
Over-all, the plot wasn't terribly exciting. Still, it was free, and it made a good read when I needed something to do. Of course, this is only volume three of three. Readers should start with the first volume, naturally. I chose this volume to write a review, because it was the one that annoyed me the most. For some reason, it was plagued with a bad case of runaway italics. This made for a difficult read.