On The Hob Was A Little Brass Kettle, Hissing And Boiling; Spread Upon The Floor Was A Warm, Thick Rug; Before The Fire Was A Folding-chair, Unfolded And With Cushions On It; By The Chair Was A Small Folding-table, Unfolded, Covered With A White Cloth, And Upon It Were Spread Small Covered Dishes, A Cup And Saucer, And A Tea-pot; On The Bed Were New, Warm Coverings, A Curious Wadded Silk Robe, And Some Books. The Little, Cold, Miserable Room Seemed Changed Into Fairyland. It Was Actually Warm And Glowing.
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On The Hob Was A Little Brass
Frances Hodgson Burnett
On The Hob Was A Little Brass Kettle, Hissing And Boiling; Spread Upon The Floor Was A Warm, Thick Rug; Before The Fire Was A Folding-chair, Unfolded And With Cushions On It; By The Chair Was A Small Folding-table, Unfolded, Covered With A White Cloth, And Upon It Were Spread Small Covered Dishes, A Cup And Saucer, And A Tea-pot; On The Bed Were New, Warm Coverings, A Curious Wadded Silk Robe, And Some Books. The Little, Cold, Miserable Room Seemed Changed Into Fairyland. It Was Actually Warm And Glowing.
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