13th Jan 1903.
Today is my fifteenth birthday. I am grown-up at last. Mamma and Pappa invited me to have supper with them. It felt very strange. Mamma gave me a toasting fork and a pair of white gloves. Governess gave me a copy of The Household Compendium- an invaluable guide to all householders- and so of little interest to me. Cousin Nicholas gave me a photographic camera.
As I was getting into bed, I noticed a small fairy sitting under the wardrobe. It was crying. I bent down and picked it up! It was so upset it hardly seemed to notice or care. I set it down on the washstand and examined it. One wing appeared to be broken. It had little marks on its dress and its wand was bent.
"What's the matter?" I asked. But it just went on sobbing its heart out. This was the first time I had ever spoken to a fairy, so I said: "What is your name?" It looked up at me for a moment and then mumbled something like: "Pipskintinkle." But I couldn't get another word out of it. So I got out my flower pressing book and SNAP! I got it.
~Angelica at age 15
excerpt from froud's (author) website www.wourldoffroud.com |
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