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Title: The Iceberg Express

Author: David Magie Cory

Posting Date: November 5, 2008 [EBook #2325]
Release Date: September, 2000

Language: English

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The Iceberg Express

by

David Cory

CONTENTS

The Magic Comb
The Coral Palace
King Seaphus
Damages
The Wreck
Wonderland
The Enchanted Prince
The Magic Seeds
Candy City
Toy Land

The Magic Comb

One bright morning in August little Mary Louise put on her hat and went
trudging across the meadow to the beach.

It was the first time she had been trusted out alone since the family
had moved to the seashore for the summer; for Mary Louise was a little
girl, nothing about her was large, except her round gray eyes.

There was a pale mist on the far-off sea, and up around the sun were
white clouds edged with the hues of pinks and violets. The tide was
coming in, and the waves, little at first, but growing larger every
moment, were crowding up, along the sand and pebbles, laughing, winking
and whispering, as they tumbled over each other, like thousands of
children hurrying home from school.

Who was down there under the blue water, with the hoarse, hollow voice,
urging and pushing them across the beach to her feet? And what was
there beneath the sea, and beyond the sea, so deep, so broad and so
dim, away off where the white ships, that looked smaller than seabirds,
were gliding out and in?

But while Mary Louise stood still and wondered, there came a low
rippling laugh to her ear.

A little distance down the beach a girl, somewhat older than herself,
rested on the beach. She evidently was tired from swimming, for she
lay half in the water and half on the warm sand, her face resting on
her upturned palms, looking at Mary Louise with a smile, which seemed
to say: "Why don't you come over and comb my hair?"

Indeed, this must have been exactly what she meant, for she held out a
pretty pearl comb until Mary Louise could r