Publisher's Synopsis
Grandfather had been sitting in his old arm-chair, all that pleasant afternoon, while the children werepursuing their various sports, far off or near at hand. Sometimes you would have said, "Grandfatheris asleep;" but still, even when his eyes were closed, his thoughts were with the young people, playingamong the flowers and shrubbery of the garden.He heard the voice of Laurence, who had taken possession of a heap of decayed branches which thegardener had lopped from the fruit trees, and was building a little hut for his cousin Clara andhimself. He heard Clara's gladsome voice, too, as she weeded and watered the flower-bed which hadbeen given her for her own. He could have counted every footstep that Charley took, as he trundledhis wheelbarrow [pg 002] along the gravel walk. And though Grandfather was old and gray-haired, yet his heart leaped with joy whenever little Alice came fluttering, like a butterfly, into the room. Shehad made each of the children her playmate in turn, and now made Grandfather her playmate too, and thought him the merriest of them all.At last the children grew weary of their sports; because a summer afternoon is like a long lifetime tothe young. So they came into the room together, and clustered round Grandfather's great chair.Little Alice, who was hardly five years old, took the privilege of the youngest, and climbed his knee.It was a pleasant thing to behold that fair and golden-haired child in the lap of the old man, and tothink that, different as they were, the hearts of both could be gladdened with the same joys."Grandfather," said little Alice, laying her head back upon his arm, "I am very tired now. You musttell me a story to make me go to sleep.""That is not what story-tellers like," answered Grandfather, smiling. "They are better satisfied whenthey can keep their auditors awake.""But here are Laurence, and Charley, and I," cried cousin Clara, who was twice as old as little Alice."We will all three keep wide awake. And pray, Grandfather, tell us a story about this strange-lookingold chair."Now, the chair in which Grandfather sat was made of oak, which had grown dark with age, but hadbeen [pg 003] rubbed and polished till it shone as bright as mahogany. It was very large and heavy, and had a back that rose high above Grandfather's white head. This back was curiously carved inopen work, so as to represent flowers and foliage and other devices; which the children had oftengazed at, but could never understand what they meant. On the very tiptop of the chair, over thehead of Grandfather himself, was a likeness of a lion's head, which had such a savage grin that youwould almost expect to hear it growl and sna