"It isn't a
shelf. Climb up into it and go to sleep.
Should I put the book back on its
shelf? I asked, and she replied that I could put it wherever I liked for all she cared, so long as I took it out of her sight (the implication was that it had stolen on to her lap while she was looking out at the window).
One whole
shelf was marked: "Brain Furniture," and the bottles on this
shelf were labeled as follows: "Obedience," "Cleverness," "Judgment," "Courage," "Ingenuity," "Amiability," "Learning," "Truth," "Poesy," "Self Reliance."
The shop seemed to be full of all manner of curious things-- but the oddest part of it all was, that whenever she looked hard at any
shelf, to make out exactly what it had on it, that particular
shelf was always quite empty: though the others round it were crowded as full as they could hold.
All this time the lower
shelf of the cupboard was still waiting to be looked over.
It's on the second
shelf of the sitting-room closet and you and Diana can have it if you like, and a cooky to eat with it along in the afternoon, for I daresay Matthew'll be late coming in to tea since he's hauling potatoes to the vessel."
He called my attention to a convenient deck-chair before the window, and to an array of old books, chiefly, I found, surgical works and editions of the Latin and Greek classics (languages I cannot read with any comfort), on a
shelf near the hammock.
Taking his course down the ravine of a tumbling stream, the commencement of some future river, he descended from rock to rock, and
shelf to
shelf, between stupendous cliffs and beetling crags that sprang up to the sky.
On the road he met a sparrow that said to him, 'Why are you so sad, my friend?' 'Because,' said the dog, 'I am very very hungry, and have nothing to eat.' 'If that be all,' answered the sparrow, 'come with me into the next town, and I will soon find you plenty of food.' So on they went together into the town: and as they passed by a butcher's shop, the sparrow said to the dog, 'Stand there a little while till I peck you down a piece of meat.' So the sparrow perched upon the
shelf: and having first looked carefully about her to see if anyone was watching her, she pecked and scratched at a steak that lay upon the edge of the
shelf, till at last down it fell.
Among other volumes of verse on the top
shelf of the bookcase, of which I used to look at the outside without penetrating deeply within, were Pope's translation of the Iliad and the Odyssey, and Dryden's Virgil, pretty little tomes in tree-calf, published by James Crissy in Philadelphia, and illustrated with small copper-plates, which somehow seemed to put the matter hopelessly beyond me.
'Come on, my hearty there is no other alternative!' and with this he ducked beneath the foliage, and slipping down the trunk, stood in a moment at least fifty feet beneath me, upon the broad
shelf of rock from which sprung the tree he had descended.
I really thought that I was safe this time, for could I not see the drawers with their brass handles, the charming
shelf for books, the pigeon-holes with their coverings of silk?