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The Sea Fairies by L. Frank Baum (3) Free Audiobooks Tale Teller Children Traditional Collection.

this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org the seafairies by l frank baum chapter 3 the depths of the deep blue sea captain bill stood up in the boat as if undecided what to do never a sailor man was more bewildered than this old fellow by the strangeness of the adventure he had encountered at first he could hardly believe it was all true and that he was not dreaming but there was trot in the water laughing with the mermaids and floating comfortably about and he couldn't leave his dear little companion to make the trip to the depths of the ocean alone take my hand please captain bill said princess kalia reaching her dainty arm toward him and suddenly the old man took courage and clasped the soft fingers in his own he had to lean over the boat to do this and then there came a queer lightness to his legs and he had a great longing to be in the water so he gave a flop and flopped in beside trot where he found himself comfortable enough but somewhat frightened law sakes he gasped here's me in the water with my rheumatics i'll be that stiff tomorrow i can't wiggle you're wiggling all right now observed trot that's a fine tail you've got captain and it's green scales is just beautiful are they green a he asked twisting around to try to see them green is emerald's captain how do they feel feel trot feel why this tail beats that old wooden leg all holler i can do stunts now that i couldn't have done in a thousand years with old peg and don't be afraid of the rheumatism advised the princess no mermaid ever catches cold or suffers pain in the water is captain bill and mermaid now astronaut why he's a merman i suppose laughed the pretty princess but when he gets home he will be just captain bill again wooden leg and all inquired the child to be sure my dear the sailor was now trying his newly discovered powers of swimming and became astonished at the feats he could accomplish he could dart this way in that with wonderful speed and turn and dive and caper about in the water far better than he had ever been able to do on land even before he got the wooden leg and a curious thing about this present experience was that the water did not cling to him and wet him as it had always done before he still wore his final shirt and pea jacket and his sailor cap but although he was in the water and had been underneath the surface the cloth still seemed dry and warm as he dived down and came up again the drops flashed from his head and the fringe of beard but he never needed to wipe his face or eyes at all trot too was having queer experiences and enjoying them when she ducked underwater she saw plainly everything around her as easily and distinctly as she had ever seen anything above water and by looking over her shoulder she could watch the motion of her new tail all covered with pretty iridescent pink scales which gleamed like jewels she wore her dress the same as before and the water failed to affect it in the least she now noticed that the mermaids were clothed too and their exquisite gowns were the loveliest things the little girl had ever beheld they seemed made of material that was like [ __ ] silk cut low in the neck and with wide flowing sleeves that seldom covered the shapely white arms of her new friends the gowns had trains that floated far behind the mermaids as they swam but were so fleecy and transparent that the sparkle of their scales might be seen reaching back of their wastes where the human form ended and the fish part began the sea fairies wore strings of splendid pearls twined around their throats while more pearls were sewn upon their gowns for trimmings they did not dress their beautiful hair at all but let it float around them in clouds the little girl had scarcely time to observe all this when the princess said now my...

The Sea Fairies by L. Frank Baum (3) Free Audiobooks Tale Teller Children Traditional Collection.

this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org the seafairies by l frank baum chapter 3 the depths of the deep blue sea captain bill stood up in the boat as if undecided what to do never a sailor man was more bewildered than this old fellow by the strangeness of the adventure he had encountered at first he could hardly believe it was all true and that he was not dreaming but there was trot in the water laughing with the mermaids and floating comfortably about and he couldn't leave his dear little companion to make the trip to the depths of the ocean alone take my hand please captain bill said princess kalia reaching her dainty arm toward him and suddenly the old man took courage and clasped the soft fingers in his own he had to lean over the boat to do this and then there came a queer lightness to his legs and he had a great longing to be in the water so he gave a flop and flopped in beside trot where he found himself comfortable enough but somewhat frightened law sakes he gasped here's me in the water with my rheumatics i'll be that stiff tomorrow i can't wiggle you're wiggling all right now observed trot that's a fine tail you've got captain and it's green scales is just beautiful are they green a he asked twisting around to try to see them green is emerald's captain how do they feel feel trot feel why this tail beats that old wooden leg all holler i can do stunts now that i couldn't have done in a thousand years with old peg and don't be afraid of the rheumatism advised the princess no mermaid ever catches cold or suffers pain in the water is captain bill and mermaid now astronaut why he's a merman i suppose laughed the pretty princess but when he gets home he will be just captain bill again wooden leg and all inquired the child to be sure my dear the sailor was now trying his newly discovered powers of swimming and became astonished at the feats he could accomplish he could dart this way in that with wonderful speed and turn and dive and caper about in the water far better than he had ever been able to do on land even before he got the wooden leg and a curious thing about this present experience was that the water did not cling to him and wet him as it had always done before he still wore his final shirt and pea jacket and his sailor cap but although he was in the water and had been underneath the surface the cloth still seemed dry and warm as he dived down and came up again the drops flashed from his head and the fringe of beard but he never needed to wipe his face or eyes at all trot too was having queer experiences and enjoying them when she ducked underwater she saw plainly everything around her as easily and distinctly as she had ever seen anything above water and by looking over her shoulder she could watch the motion of her new tail all covered with pretty iridescent pink scales which gleamed like jewels she wore her dress the same as before and the water failed to affect it in the least she now noticed that the mermaids were clothed too and their exquisite gowns were the loveliest things the little girl had ever beheld they seemed made of material that was like [ __ ] silk cut low in the neck and with wide flowing sleeves that seldom covered the shapely white arms of her new friends the gowns had trains that floated far behind the mermaids as they swam but were so fleecy and transparent that the sparkle of their scales might be seen reaching back of their wastes where the human form ended and the fish part began the sea fairies wore strings of splendid pearls twined around their throats while more pearls were sewn upon their gowns for trimmings they did not dress their beautiful hair at all but let it float around them in clouds the little girl had scarcely time to observe all this when the princess said now my...

Princess and the Goblin, The by George MacDonald Free Audiobooks Kids ch 6

section 3 of the princess and the goblin this is the librivox recording or librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org recording by lizzy driver the princess and the goblin by george mcdonald chapter six 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 she nearly cried when she saw that the weather was no better but the mist was not of such a dark dingy grey there was light in it and as the hours went on it grew brighter and brighter until it was almost too brilliant to look at and late in the afternoon the sun broke out so gloriously the tyrini clapped her hands crying see see luty the son has had his face washed look how bright he is do get my hat and let us go out for a walk oh dear oh dear how happy i am looty was very glad to please the princess she got her hat and cloak and they set out together for a walk up the mountain for the road was so hard and steep that the water could not rest upon it and it was always dry enough for walking a few minutes after the rain ceased the clouds were rolling away in broken pieces like great over wooly sheep whose will the sun had bleached till it was almost too white for the eyes to bear between them the sky shone with a deeper and purer blue because of the rain the trees on the roadside were hung all over with drops which sparkled in the sun like jewels the only things that were no brighter for the rain were the brooks that ran down the mountain they had changed from the clearness of crystal to a muddy brown but what they lost in color they gained in sound or at least in noise for a brook when it is swollen is not so musical as before but irene was in raptures with the great brown streams tumbling down everywhere and looty shared in her delight for she too had been confined to the house for three days

at length she observed that the sun was getting low and she said it was time to be going back she made the remark again and again but every time the princess begged her to go on just a little father and a little father reminding her that it was much easier to go downhill and saying that when they did turn they would be at home in a moment so on and on they did go now to look at a group of ferns over whose tops the stream was pouring in a watery arch now to pick a shining stone from a rock by the wayside now to watch the flight of some bird suddenly the shadow of a great mountain peak came up from behind and shot in front of them when the nurse saw it she started and shook and catching hold of the princess's hand turned and began to run down the hill what's all the haste nursey asked irini running alongside her we must not be out a moment longer but we can't help being out a good many moments longer it was too true the nurse almost cried they were marched too far from home it was against express orders to be out with the princess one moment after the sun was down and they were nearly a mile up the mountain if his majesty irene's for par were to hear of it luty would certainly be dismissed and to leave the princess would break her heart it was no wonder she ran but irene was not in the least frightened not knowing anything to be frightened at she kept on chattering as well as she could but it was not easy hooty luty why do you run so fast it shakes my teeth when i talk then don't talk said luty but the princess went on talking she was always saying look look looty much lately paige no more heed to anything she said only ran on look look looty don't you see that funny man peeping over the rock looty only ran the faster they had to pass the rock and when they came nearer the princess saw that it was only a lump of the rock itself that she had taken for a man look look looty there's such a creature at the...

Princess and the Goblin, The by George MacDonald Free Audiobooks Kids ch 6

section 3 of the princess and the goblin this is the librivox recording or librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org recording by lizzy driver the princess and the goblin by george mcdonald chapter six 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 she nearly cried when she saw that the weather was no better but the mist was not of such a dark dingy grey there was light in it and as the hours went on it grew brighter and brighter until it was almost too brilliant to look at and late in the afternoon the sun broke out so gloriously the tyrini clapped her hands crying see see luty the son has had his face washed look how bright he is do get my hat and let us go out for a walk oh dear oh dear how happy i am looty was very glad to please the princess she got her hat and cloak and they set out together for a walk up the mountain for the road was so hard and steep that the water could not rest upon it and it was always dry enough for walking a few minutes after the rain ceased the clouds were rolling away in broken pieces like great over wooly sheep whose will the sun had bleached till it was almost too white for the eyes to bear between them the sky shone with a deeper and purer blue because of the rain the trees on the roadside were hung all over with drops which sparkled in the sun like jewels the only things that were no brighter for the rain were the brooks that ran down the mountain they had changed from the clearness of crystal to a muddy brown but what they lost in color they gained in sound or at least in noise for a brook when it is swollen is not so musical as before but irene was in raptures with the great brown streams tumbling down everywhere and looty shared in her delight for she too had been confined to the house for three days

at length she observed that the sun was getting low and she said it was time to be going back she made the remark again and again but every time the princess begged her to go on just a little father and a little father reminding her that it was much easier to go downhill and saying that when they did turn they would be at home in a moment so on and on they did go now to look at a group of ferns over whose tops the stream was pouring in a watery arch now to pick a shining stone from a rock by the wayside now to watch the flight of some bird suddenly the shadow of a great mountain peak came up from behind and shot in front of them when the nurse saw it she started and shook and catching hold of the princess's hand turned and began to run down the hill what's all the haste nursey asked irini running alongside her we must not be out a moment longer but we can't help being out a good many moments longer it was too true the nurse almost cried they were marched too far from home it was against express orders to be out with the princess one moment after the sun was down and they were nearly a mile up the mountain if his majesty irene's for par were to hear of it luty would certainly be dismissed and to leave the princess would break her heart it was no wonder she ran but irene was not in the least frightened not knowing anything to be frightened at she kept on chattering as well as she could but it was not easy hooty luty why do you run so fast it shakes my teeth when i talk then don't talk said luty but the princess went on talking she was always saying look look looty much lately paige no more heed to anything she said only ran on look look looty don't you see that funny man peeping over the rock looty only ran the faster they had to pass the rock and when they came nearer the princess saw that it was only a lump of the rock itself that she had taken for a man look look looty there's such a creature at the...

Raggedy Ann and Andy and the Camel with the Wrinkled Knees
by Johnny Gruelle

Publication date 2021-05-26
Usage Public Domain Mark 1.0Creative Commons Licensepublicdomain
Topics librivox, audiobooks, children, fiction, adventure, fantasy, fairy tale, dolls
LibriVox recording of Raggedy Ann and Andy and the Camel with the Wrinkled Knees by Johnny Gruelle.
Read in English by Librivox Volunteers.

Raggedy Ann, you remember, always thought lovely kindly thoughts because there was a little candy heart with the words "I love you" printed on it sewed, up in her nice cotton stuffed body. So of course she is the pleasantest sort of a rag dolly to become acquainted with or to meet again if you are already acquainted. This is the third book in which Raggedy Ann's exciting adventures are told, and Johnny Gruelle, her creator has long ago made her a classic in the child's world. Her brother Raggedy Andy is almost as famous.

In this tale the two of them set out to rescue the French doll from kidnappers. They are joined by the camel with wrinkled knees and a tired old horse. After that there certainly are doings - with witches and pirates, a fairy princess, the King of the Loonies, and everything. The child's library will be greatly enriched by this rollicking tale of lovable Raggedy Ann and her friends. (From Social Progress 1924)

chapter one of raggedy ann and andy and the camel with the wrinkled knees this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org raggedy ann and andy and the camel with the wrinkled knees by johnny gruelle chapter one raggedy ann and raggety andy lay in their little doll beds smiling up through the dark at the top of the playhouse it was very still and quiet in the playhouse but the raggedies were not even a teeny weeny speck lonesome for they were thinking so many nice kindly thoughts and you know when one thinks only lovely kindly thoughts there is no time to become lonesome the playhouse was an old piano box and was all fixed up nice and cozy there was an old rug upon the floor two doll beds three little chairs and a table with pretty little play teacups and saucers and plates on it raggedy ann and raggedy andy lay upon the doll beds just where marcella had left them that afternoon one of raggedy ann's legs was twisted up over the other but it wasn't the least bit uncomfortable for raggedy ann's legs were stuffed with nice white soft cotton and they could be twisted in every position and it did not trouble raggedy again no indeed neither raggedy ann nor raggedy andy had moved since they had been placed in the little doll beds and now it was late at night marcella had forgotten to take the raggedys in the house but the raggedys did not mind that either they just smiled up at the top of the playhouse and listened to the tiny sounds which came from the little creatures out in the grass and flowers at first raggedy ann was so busy thinking nice kindly thoughts she did not notice then when johnny cricket stopped squeaking upon his tiny fiddle raggedy ann knew something was about to happen her little candy heart with the words i love you printed upon it went pity pat against her nice cotton stuffed body and raggedy ann heard great big footsteps coming up the path thump thump thump hmm raggedy ann whispered to raggedy andy i wonder who that could be the great big footsteps came up to the playhouse and went on dump thump thump raggedy andy jumped out of the little doll bed and tiptoed to the door the night was dark but raggedy andy had two very good shoe button eyes and as they were black shoe button eyes raggedy andy could see very well in the dark and what do you think raggedy andy saw a great big man reach right in one of the windows to the house and take something and run the man ran right by the piano box playhouse and raggedy andy could have jumped out and...

Raggedy Ann and Andy and the Camel with the Wrinkled Knees
by Johnny Gruelle

Publication date 2021-05-26
Usage Public Domain Mark 1.0Creative Commons Licensepublicdomain
Topics librivox, audiobooks, children, fiction, adventure, fantasy, fairy tale, dolls
LibriVox recording of Raggedy Ann and Andy and the Camel with the Wrinkled Knees by Johnny Gruelle.
Read in English by Librivox Volunteers.

Raggedy Ann, you remember, always thought lovely kindly thoughts because there was a little candy heart with the words "I love you" printed on it sewed, up in her nice cotton stuffed body. So of course she is the pleasantest sort of a rag dolly to become acquainted with or to meet again if you are already acquainted. This is the third book in which Raggedy Ann's exciting adventures are told, and Johnny Gruelle, her creator has long ago made her a classic in the child's world. Her brother Raggedy Andy is almost as famous.

In this tale the two of them set out to rescue the French doll from kidnappers. They are joined by the camel with wrinkled knees and a tired old horse. After that there certainly are doings - with witches and pirates, a fairy princess, the King of the Loonies, and everything. The child's library will be greatly enriched by this rollicking tale of lovable Raggedy Ann and her friends. (From Social Progress 1924)

chapter one of raggedy ann and andy and the camel with the wrinkled knees this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org raggedy ann and andy and the camel with the wrinkled knees by johnny gruelle chapter one raggedy ann and raggety andy lay in their little doll beds smiling up through the dark at the top of the playhouse it was very still and quiet in the playhouse but the raggedies were not even a teeny weeny speck lonesome for they were thinking so many nice kindly thoughts and you know when one thinks only lovely kindly thoughts there is no time to become lonesome the playhouse was an old piano box and was all fixed up nice and cozy there was an old rug upon the floor two doll beds three little chairs and a table with pretty little play teacups and saucers and plates on it raggedy ann and raggedy andy lay upon the doll beds just where marcella had left them that afternoon one of raggedy ann's legs was twisted up over the other but it wasn't the least bit uncomfortable for raggedy ann's legs were stuffed with nice white soft cotton and they could be twisted in every position and it did not trouble raggedy again no indeed neither raggedy ann nor raggedy andy had moved since they had been placed in the little doll beds and now it was late at night marcella had forgotten to take the raggedys in the house but the raggedys did not mind that either they just smiled up at the top of the playhouse and listened to the tiny sounds which came from the little creatures out in the grass and flowers at first raggedy ann was so busy thinking nice kindly thoughts she did not notice then when johnny cricket stopped squeaking upon his tiny fiddle raggedy ann knew something was about to happen her little candy heart with the words i love you printed upon it went pity pat against her nice cotton stuffed body and raggedy ann heard great big footsteps coming up the path thump thump thump hmm raggedy ann whispered to raggedy andy i wonder who that could be the great big footsteps came up to the playhouse and went on dump thump thump raggedy andy jumped out of the little doll bed and tiptoed to the door the night was dark but raggedy andy had two very good shoe button eyes and as they were black shoe button eyes raggedy andy could see very well in the dark and what do you think raggedy andy saw a great big man reach right in one of the windows to the house and take something and run the man ran right by the piano box playhouse and raggedy andy could have jumped out and...

The Portrait of Mr. W. H.
by Oscar Wilde

Publication date 2021-08-20
Usage Public Domain Mark 1.0Creative Commons Licensepublicdomain
Topics librivox, audiobooks, Shakespeare, willie hughes
LibriVox recording of The Portrait of Mr. W. H. by Oscar Wilde.
Read in English by Rob Marland
Wilde's short story about an attempt to uncover the identity of Mr. W. H., the dedicatee of Shakespeare's sonnets, was first published in Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine in 1889. He intended to publish an expanded version of the story as a separate book, a plan that was not realized until after his death. This audiobook is based on the expanded version. - Summary by Rob Marland.
chapter 1 of the portrait of mr wh by oscar wilde this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org read by rob marland the portrait of mr wh as written by oscar wilde sometime after the publication of his essay of the same title and now first printed from the original enlarged manuscript which for 26 years has been lost to the world chapter one i had been dining with erskine in his pretty little house in bird cage walk and we were sitting in the library over our coffee and cigarettes when the question of literary forgeries happened to turn up in conversation i cannot at present remember how it was that we struck upon this somewhat curious topic as it was at that time but i know we had a long discussion about mcpherson ireland and chatterton and that with regard to the last i insisted that his so-called forgeries were merely the result of an artistic desire for perfect representation that we had no right to quarrel with an artist for the conditions under which he chooses to present his work and that all art being to a certain degree a mode of acting an attempt to realize one's own personality on some imaginative plane out of reach of the troubling accidents and limitations of real life to censure an artist for a forgery was to confuse and ethical with an aesthetical problem erskine who was a good deal older than i was and had been listening to me with the amused deference of a man of forty suddenly put his hand upon my shoulder and said to me what would you say about a young man who had a strange theory about a certain work of art believed in his theory and committed a forgery in order to prove it oh that is quite a different matter i answered erskine remained silent for a few moments looking at the thin grey threads of smoke that were rising from his cigarette yes he said after a pause quite different there was something in the tone of his voice a slight touch of bitterness perhaps that excited my curiosity did you ever know anybody who did that i cried yes he answered throwing his cigarette into the fire a great friend of mine cyril graham he was very fascinating and very foolish and very heartless however he left me the only legacy i ever received in my life what was that i exclaimed laughing erskine rose from his seat as going over to a tall inlaid cabinet that stood between the two windows unlocked it and came back to where i was sitting carrying a small panel picture set in an old and somewhat tarnished elizabethan frame it was a full length portrait of a young man in late 16th century costume standing by a table with his right hand resting on an open book he seemed about 17 years of age and was of quite extraordinary personal beauty though evidently somewhat effeminate indeed had it not been for the dress and the closely cropped hair one would have said that the face with its dreamy wistful eyes and its delicate scarlet lips was the face of a girl in manner and especially in the treatment of the hands the figure reminded one of francois klue's later work the black velvet doblet with its fantastically gilded points and the peacock blue background against which it showed up so pleasantly and from which it gained such luminous...

The Portrait of Mr. W. H.
by Oscar Wilde

Publication date 2021-08-20
Usage Public Domain Mark 1.0Creative Commons Licensepublicdomain
Topics librivox, audiobooks, Shakespeare, willie hughes
LibriVox recording of The Portrait of Mr. W. H. by Oscar Wilde.
Read in English by Rob Marland
Wilde's short story about an attempt to uncover the identity of Mr. W. H., the dedicatee of Shakespeare's sonnets, was first published in Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine in 1889. He intended to publish an expanded version of the story as a separate book, a plan that was not realized until after his death. This audiobook is based on the expanded version. - Summary by Rob Marland.
chapter 1 of the portrait of mr wh by oscar wilde this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org read by rob marland the portrait of mr wh as written by oscar wilde sometime after the publication of his essay of the same title and now first printed from the original enlarged manuscript which for 26 years has been lost to the world chapter one i had been dining with erskine in his pretty little house in bird cage walk and we were sitting in the library over our coffee and cigarettes when the question of literary forgeries happened to turn up in conversation i cannot at present remember how it was that we struck upon this somewhat curious topic as it was at that time but i know we had a long discussion about mcpherson ireland and chatterton and that with regard to the last i insisted that his so-called forgeries were merely the result of an artistic desire for perfect representation that we had no right to quarrel with an artist for the conditions under which he chooses to present his work and that all art being to a certain degree a mode of acting an attempt to realize one's own personality on some imaginative plane out of reach of the troubling accidents and limitations of real life to censure an artist for a forgery was to confuse and ethical with an aesthetical problem erskine who was a good deal older than i was and had been listening to me with the amused deference of a man of forty suddenly put his hand upon my shoulder and said to me what would you say about a young man who had a strange theory about a certain work of art believed in his theory and committed a forgery in order to prove it oh that is quite a different matter i answered erskine remained silent for a few moments looking at the thin grey threads of smoke that were rising from his cigarette yes he said after a pause quite different there was something in the tone of his voice a slight touch of bitterness perhaps that excited my curiosity did you ever know anybody who did that i cried yes he answered throwing his cigarette into the fire a great friend of mine cyril graham he was very fascinating and very foolish and very heartless however he left me the only legacy i ever received in my life what was that i exclaimed laughing erskine rose from his seat as going over to a tall inlaid cabinet that stood between the two windows unlocked it and came back to where i was sitting carrying a small panel picture set in an old and somewhat tarnished elizabethan frame it was a full length portrait of a young man in late 16th century costume standing by a table with his right hand resting on an open book he seemed about 17 years of age and was of quite extraordinary personal beauty though evidently somewhat effeminate indeed had it not been for the dress and the closely cropped hair one would have said that the face with its dreamy wistful eyes and its delicate scarlet lips was the face of a girl in manner and especially in the treatment of the hands the figure reminded one of francois klue's later work the black velvet doblet with its fantastically gilded points and the peacock blue background against which it showed up so pleasantly and from which it gained such luminous...