Out of the Hatbox, the Violet Chapeaux & Other Bedtime Stories

By Marguerite J. Daly

Out Of The Hatbox

A violet hat, a frog and green beans snapping,
Play-doh, blocks, and a kitten napping,
Bubbles and buttons, make me want to take a peek
Of the stories to be told while falling asleep
~~~these are the stories that were written while my own children were growing up, and they truly were kept in a hatbox! ~~~
I hope you and your child enjoy them!

Marguerite

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Apr 8, 2014
• ISBN: 9781493176892

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Copyright © 2014 by Marguerite J. Daly . 550518

ISBN: Softcover 9781493176885

EBook 9781493176892

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Rev. date: 04/08/2014

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These stories are dedicated to:

Lucky, Sam, Sparky, Phoenix,

Shadow, Blackie, Tosca, Peaches,

Casey, Claws & Smudge

When it comes to telling a story

You have never let me down…

The Violet Chapeaux

Once upon a time, there was a little garden.

In this garden, was a musical Fountain that bubbled and gurgled happily all the long day.

Seated next to the Fountain, was the statue of a Lady smiling and looking down at a basket of beautiful violets that sat at her feet…this picture was almost perfect…except for one thing ~ many, MANY years ago, on top of the Lady’s head, was a beautiful Violet Chapeaux (a hat) that was held on her head by long, satin ribbons.

Where did it go…and WHY?

Let’s see if we can find out,

SHALL WE?

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On a brisk, spring morning, a young woman named Seraphina was walking through Pennyroyal Park.

She had been walking quietly, all morning long ~just pondering (this means thinking and reflecting on something) as she often did.

Because she was rather tired from all that walking, Seraphina decided to take a little rest for herself…she came upon a very pretty little garden where there were several benches that had been placed near a beautiful little fountain that