Rene Cloke postcards

from my collection;

A bedtime story from the "Rene Cloke" fairy series published by Valentine's

One night I peeped through the window just after I went to bed, I ought to have been in my cot, I know, my pillow beneath my head; But somebody seemed to whisper "Come!" and so I made up my mind, climbed out and tiptoed across the floor, and lifted the old red blind. It wasn't dark as some nights are, for up in the purple sky the round moon showed me her battered face: it didn't seem very high. And all the trees that I know so well looked funny, and far, and white; and all of them murmured, "Hush! hush! hush! We can't make a noise to-night."  

The Star Lighters "Rene Cloke" fairy series published by Valentine's 

I wasn't afraid, not quite afraid, but I wasn't as bold as brass, when I looked, and I saw a shining sight out there on the silver grass. And, oh! I think I shall never see such a beautiful sight again, as the wonderful shining sight I saw when I looked through the window pane. In the place of the garden arbour, with its walls, and its seats of wood, and its thatched roof covered with creepers, a marvellous palace stood: I seemed to have known it always (though it couldn't be ages old), with its pillars of rainbow crystal, and its towers of polished gold.

Sunrise another from the Valentine's "Rene Cloke" fairy series

Then a voice said, "Look at the fairies!" and out in a troop they came; I had seen them by dozens in picture-books, and these were the very same. The same, only much, much better, for these were alive, alive; and the sound of their little voices was the buzz of a big bee-hive. For oh! They shouted and tumbled, and frisked, and fluttered, and played: A jolly, delightful romp, they had, and nobody seemed afraid; And I, who had held my breath so, just didn't I want to go and join in the games they played at out there on the lawn below!

An elfin serenade Valentine’s Rene Cloke 

I have seen my mamma wear jewels, and these were like jewels bright, like opals alive and leaping all over the grass at night - when clear from the golden palace came sounding a trumpet's call, and they fell into lines like a regiment, and stood at attention all. And wasn't there lovely music, the music that makes you cry. The music mamma sings softly - she calls it a lullaby. And riding a mouse-sized charger, the tiniest ever seen, out pranced to her faithful fairies the beautiful Fairy Queen.

Snowflake fairies Valentine's Rene Cloke postcard

To think I should see her really - to think I should see her there as I peeped through the bedroom window, perched up on a bedroom chair! I was only a little girl, you know, and I think it was very kind to let me look at the Fairy Queen when I lifted the old red blind. But just as I said, "I'll ask her up to come to my room and play; and won't we have romps at night-time, and won't we have fun by day!" A black cloud covered the moon's face, and I - I was back in bed (but I never knew how I got there) with my pillow beneath my head.
Fairies on the lawn (a child's recollection) by R. C. Lehmann

The featured postcards are from my collection and not for sale.