HOW TO TELL STORIES TO CHILDREN (chapter2)

    CHAPTER II

    SELECTION OF STORIES TO TELL

    There is one picture which I can always review, in my own collection of past scenes, though many a more highly coloured one has been irrevocably curtained by the folds of forgetfulness. It is the picture of a little girl, standing by an old-fashioned marble-topped dressing table in a pink, sunny room. I can never see the little girl's face, because, somehow, I am always looking down at her short skirts or twisting my head round against the hand which patiently combs her stubborn curls. But I can see the brushes and combs on the marble table quite plainly, and the pinker streaks of sun on the pink walls. And I can hear. I can hear a low, wonderworking voice which goes smoothly on and on, as the fingers run up the little girl's locks or stroke the hair into place on her fore head. The voice says, "And little Goldilocks came to a little bit of a house. And she opened the door and went in. It was the house where three Bears lived； there was a great Bear, a little Bear, and a middle-sized Bear； and they had gone out for a walk. Goldilocks went in, and she saw"――the little girl is very still； she would not disturb that story by so much as a loud breath； but presently the comb comes to a tangle, pulls,――and the little girl begins to squirm. Instantly the voice becomes impressive, mysterious： "she went up to the table, and there were THREE PLATES OF PORRIDGE. She tasted the first one"――the little girl swallows the breath she was going to whimper with, and waits――"and it was too hot！ She tasted the next one, and THAT was too hot. Then she tasted the little bit of a plate, and that――was――just-right！"

    How I remember the delightful sense of achievement which stole into the little girl's veins when the voice behind her said "just right." I think she always chuckled a little, and hugged her stomach. So the story progressed, and the little girl got through her toilet without crying, owing to the wonder-working voice and its marvellous adaptation of climaxes to emergencies. Nine times out of ten, it was the story of The Three Bears she demanded when, with the appearance of brush and comb, the voice asked, "Which story shall mother tell？"

    It was a memory of the little girl in the pink room which made it easy for me to understand some other children's preferences when I recently had occasion to inquire about them. By asking many individual children which story of all they had heard they liked best, by taking votes on the best story of a series, after telling it, and by getting some obliging teachers to put similar questions to their pupils, I found three prime favourites common to a great many children of about the kindergarten age. They were The Three Bears, Three Little Pigs, and The Little Pig that wouldn't go over the Stile.

    Some of the teachers were genuinely disturbed because the few stories they had introduced merely for amusement had taken so pre- eminent a place in the children's affection over those which had been given seriously. It was of no use, however, to suggest substitutes. The children knew definitely what they liked, and though they accepted the recapitulation of scientific and moral stories with polite approbation, they returned to the original answer at a repetition of the question.

    Inasmuch as the slightest of the things we hope to do for children by means of stories is quite impossible unless the children enjoy the stories, it may be worth our while to consider seriously these three which they surely do enjoy, to see what common qualities are in them, explanatory of their popularity, by which we may test the probable success of other stories we wish to tell.

    Here they are,――three prime favourites of proved standing.

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