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Title: Stories of Many Lands

Author: Grace Greenwood

Release Date: October 1, 2008 [EBook #26736]

Language: English

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STORIES OF MANY LANDS.

BY

GRACE GREENWOOD,

AUTHOR OF "HISTORY OF MY PETS," "RECOLLECTIONS OF
MY CHILDHOOD," "MERRIE ENGLAND,"
ETC.

NEW YORK:

JOHN B. ALDEN, PUBLISHER.

1885.

Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1866, by

TICKNOR AND FIELDS,

in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the District
of Massachusetts

DEDICATORY.

TO THE LITTLE COUSINS ANNIE, KITTY, AND CORDELIA

I dedicate this book to you, my dearest dears, with more love than I
have ink to write out, and more good wishes and fond hopes than any
printer would care to print.

You will see by these stories that the children of different countries
are pretty much alike. I doubt not, if you were in France now, you
would get along nicely with the little Monsieurs and Mademoiselles,
after some coy hanging back and reconnoitring,--that is, if you only
knew their "lingo." So with the little Signors and Signorinas of
Italy, and the small Dons and Donnas of Spain. You would find the
Dutch boys and girls, who look so sober and quaint, like men and women
cut short, to be real children after all. If you should visit Turkey,
you would find the little Turks and Turkesses full of young human
nature,--love, naughtiness, grace, caprice, mischievous tricks, frolic,
and all that. Should you even take a trip to China,--the country
that's right under us, you know,--you would get acquainted with the
Chinese young folks somehow, though you could only converse by signs.
The boys would look very funny to you, with their yellow tunics, and
queer hats, and long "pigtails,"--and the girls with their hair turned
up into a top-knot, their slanting eyes, and their tottering walk,--for
the rich young ladies there have no feet to speak of. They compress
their _feet_ instead of their _w