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So I told them these stories—and others—to lure them to the printedbook, much as carrots are dangled before the nose of the reluctantdonkey. They are four average intelligent children enough, but they holdseverely modern views upon storybooks. Waverley, in especial, theycould not away with. They found themselves stuck upon the verythreshold.
Now, since the first telling of these Red Cap Tales, the Scott shelf inthe library has been taken by storm and escalade. It is permanentlygap-toothed all along the line. Also there are nightly skirmishes, evento the laying on of hands, as to who shall sleep with Waverley underhis pillow.
It struck me that there must be many oldsters in the world who, for thesak