Little Prince — Chapter 2
That, however, is not my fault. The grown-ups discouraged me in my painter‘s career when I was six years old, and I never learned to draw anything, except boas from the outside and boas from the inside.
Now I stared at this sudden apparition with my eyes fairly starting out of my head in astonishment. Remember, I had crashed in the desert a thousand miles from any inhabited region. And yet my little man seemed neither to be straying uncertainly among the sands, nor to be fainting from fatigue or hunger or thirst or fear. Nothing about him gave any suggestion of a child lost in the middle of the desert, a thousand miles from any human habitation. When at last I was able to speak, I said to him: "But-- what are you doing here?"
And in answer he repeated, very slowly, as if he were speaking of a matter of great consequence: "If you please-- draw me a sheep..."
When a mystery is too overpowering, one dare not disobey. Absurd as it might seem to me, a thousand miles from any human habitation and in danger of death, I took out of my pocket a sheet of paper and my fountain-pen. But then I remembered how my studies had been concentrated on geography, history, arithmetic, and grammar, and I told the little chap (a little crossly, too) that I did not know how to draw. He answered me: "That doesn‘t matter. Draw me a sheep..."
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- The secret garden — Chapter Two Across the moors
- The secret garden — Chapter One The child who was left behind
- The secret garden — Chapter Three Meeting Martha
- The secret garden — Chapter Four The Robin and the gardener
- The secret garden — Chapter Five The strange cry
- The secret garden — Chapter Six There was someone crying
- The secret garden — Chapter Seven The key to the garden
- The secret garden — Chapter Eight The Robin shows the way
- The secret garden — Chapter Nine Behind the garden walls
- The secret garden — Chapter Ten Dickon