I can't think of any true story just at this moment, so I will tell you a sort of a fairy one." "Oh, jolly!" exclaimed the little boy who had called out for a fairy tale.
"It came into my head this morning as I got out of bed," continued Mr.
Raymond; "and if it turns out pretty well, I will write it down, and get somebody to print it for me, and then you shall read it when you like." "Then nobody ever heard it before ?" asked one older child.
"No, nobody." "Oh!" exclaimed several, thinking it very grand to have the first telling; and I daresay there might be a peculiar freshness about it, because everything would be nearly as new to the story-teller himself as to the listeners.
Some were only sitting up and some were lying down, so there could not be the same busy gathering, bustling, and shifting to and fro with which children generally prepare themselves to hear a story; but their faces, and the turning of their heads, and many feeble exclamations of expected pleasure, showed that all such preparations were making within them.
Mr.Raymond stood in the middle of the room, that he might turn from side to side, and give each a share of seeing him.

Diamond kept his place by Nanny's side, with her hand in his.

I do not know how much of Mr.Raymond's story the smaller children understood; indeed, I don't quite know how much there was in it to be understood, for in such a story every one has just to take what he can get.

But they all listened with apparent satisfaction, and certainly with great attention.

Mr.
Raymond wrote it down afterwards, and here it is--somewhat altered no doubt, for a good story-teller tries to make his stories better every time he tells them.