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Excerpt from Tipyn O'bob, Vol. 4: November, 1906 "Oh! I played with it all yesterday afternoon when it rained. I tried on Jessie-dear's bracelets and the muff made out of feathers that Rudolf gave that Eunice who went to live in Russia. I wonder why she didn't take it with her, for it must be very cold there. Here we are." We passed through the honeysuckle-wreathed gate into the old garden. "I have a wonderful lovely new game," said Philip. "Will you play it with me?" "If I can play it sitting still." "Do I ever ask you to play the other kind? Lie here in the grass under the thorn-apple tree and close your eyes. I am going to touch your cheek with flowers and you must guess what they are." He flitted off, while I lay with closed eyes. In a moment he was back. "Now," he said, and a feathery mass of something touched my face. I felt a hundred slender tendrils brush my cheek, and here and there among them I could distinguish something smooth and thin. "Ah! that must be love-in-the-mist," I said. "It looks like Josephine," said Philip; "her blue eyes and cheveux bouffants. This?" A spray of small, compact, evenly separated blossoms of a minutely ribbed, silky texture gently tapped my face. At the end of each blossom was a tiny spike that seemed to try to prick me. It was easy to guess what sort of flower that was. "Bleeding-hearts?" "Yes. Now this one." He pressed a crumpled, deliciously scented bit of something of exquisite texture against my face. It was as if a piece of satin streaked with velvet lay against my skin. I could feel the smooth richness of the one and the thick, soft pile of the other. "Draw it across my face," I said. The petals were very crumpled and irregular. "That must be a flag." "It is - a white one. I shall be very careful with this one, for you can never guess it." "It is the very easiest one," said I, proudly. Those fluted circles that you are pressing down so precisely are the edges of digitalis bells." "You are very clever. I have only one left." He trailed a slim, elastic stalk of clustered fluffmess across my eyes. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works., Excerpt from Tipyn O'bob, Vol. 4: November, 1906 A spray of small, compact, evenly separated blossoms of a minutely ribbed, silky texture gently tapped my face. At the end of each blossom was a tiny spike that seemed to try to prick me. It was easy to guess what sort of ower that was. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.