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...quiet, respectful Beatrix accepted the proposal, stuck to her guns in the worst family battle of her life. Then, with victory came tragedy: just before the marriage day, Norman Warne died of pernicious anemia...
Mice with Parcels. She went back to her nursery. During the next ten years she wrote and illustrated all but a few of the 27 now-famed Tales. Beatrix Potter was deeply aware, says Author Lane, "of the realities of nature . . . and the laws of nature . . . are nowhere softened or sentimentalized in any of her stories"-though they are often made humorous. Ginger, the cat who runs the grocery store in The Tale of Ginger and Pickles, will sell his groceries to any animals except mice. " 'I cannot bear,' said he, 'to see them going...
...Beatrix Potter "knew it was quite unnecessary to distort animals and make them 'funny' in order to touch the imagination of a child. On the contrary, it was their very beauty, and the seriousness and reality of their little world, which had held her entranced through the long summer holidays of her own childhood." Some of the animals in the illustrations of the Potter Tales are set in their frames with the dignity and charm of aristocrats in old English miniatures...
...Beatrix Potter was 47 when her creative life came to a sharp stop. On a trip to the Lake District she met and later married William Heelis, a gentle, retiring country lawyer. Mr. Potter was furious, but from then on, says Author Lane, Beatrix "deliberately buried Miss Potter of Bolton Gardens and became another person." She invested her royalties in farmland, flung all her energies into raising sheep. She invented a trap for catching maggot-flies, wrote knowledgeably to friends about housewifery and cooking ("Wm. prefers blue smoke before the bacon is laid on the frying pan"). As the years...
...years passed, the parents of the thousands of children who devoured her books took it for granted that Beatrix Potter was long since dead-a notion that Mrs. Heelis of Sawrey did her best to encourage. The few who unveiled her incognita and greeted her as a great artist were received with "the searching, expressionless stare of a little animal." Then she would shout: "Great rubbish! Absolute bosh...