nIn the home of my childhood there was a room we called The Little Bookroom. . . . That dusty bookroom, whose windows were never opened . . . opened magic casements for me through which I looked out on other worlds . . . worlds filled with poetry and prose and fact and fantasy. . . --Eleanor Farjeon nIn The Little Bookroom, Eleanor Farjeon mischievously tilts our workaday world to reveal its wonders and follies. Her selection of her favorite stories describes powerful--and sometimes exceedingly silly--monarchs, and commoners who are every bit their match; musicians and dancers who live for aft rather than earthly reward; and a goldfish who wishes to marry the Moon, surpass the Sun, and possess the World.n