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The little old lady lived over the way, through a green gate that
shut with a click, and up three white steps. Every morning at eight
o'clock the church bell chimed for Morning Prayer-chim! chime!
chim! chime!-and every morning at eight o'clock the little old lady
came down the white steps, and opened the gate with a click, and
went where the bells were calling. About this time also little Ida
would kneel on a chair at her nursery window in the opposite house
to watch the old lady come out and go. The old lady was one of
those people who look always the same. Every morning her cheeks
looked like faded rose-leaves, and her white hair like a
snow-wreath in a garden laughing at the last tea-rose. Every
morning she wore the same black satin bonnet, and the same white
shawl; had delicate gloves on the smallest of hands, and gathered
her skirt daintily up from the smallest of feet.
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Miscellanea (Hardcover)
Horatia Ewing Juliana Horatia Ewing, Juliana Horatia Ewing; Edited by 1stworld Library
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R622
Discovery Miles 6 220
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Ships in 12 - 17 working days
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Dorothy to Eleanor, Dearest Eleanor, You have so often reminded me
how rapidly the most startling facts pass from the memory of man,
and I have so often thereupon promised to write down a full account
of that mysterious affair in which I was providentially called upon
to play so prominent a part, that it is with shame I reflect that
the warning has been unheeded and the promise unfulfilled. Do not,
dear friend, accuse my affection, but my engrossing duties and
occupations, for this neglect, and believe that I now take
advantage of my first quiet evening for many months to fulfil your
wish. Betty has just brought me a cup of tea, and I have told the
girl to be within call; for once a heroine is not always a heroine,
dear Nell. I am full of childish terrors, and I assure you it is
with no small mental effort that I bring myself to recall the
terrible events of the year 1813.
Well, father, I don't believe the Browns are a bit better off than
we are; and yet when I spent the day with young Brown, we cooked
all sorts of messes in the afternoon; and he wasted twice as much
rum and brandy and lemons in his trash, as I should want to make
good punch of. He was quite surprised, too, when I told him that
our mince-pies were kept shut up in the larder, and only brought
out at meal-times, and then just one apiece; he said they had
mince-pies always going, and he got one whenever he liked. Old
Brown never blows up about that sort of thing; he likes Adolphus to
enjoy himself in the holidays, particularly at Christmas. The
speaker was a boy-if I may be allowed to use the word in speaking
of an individual whose jackets had for some time past been resigned
to a younger member of his family, and who daily, in the privacy of
his own apartment, examined his soft cheeks by the aid of his
sisters' "back-hair glass."
When the children clamour for a story, my wife says to me, "Tell
them how you bought a flat iron for a farthing." Which I very
gladly do; for three reasons. In the first place, it is about
myself, and so I take an interest in it. Secondly, it is about some
one very dear to me, as will appear hereafter. Thirdly, it is the
only original story in my somewhat limited collection, and I am
naturally rather proud of the favour with which it is invariably
received. I think it was the foolish fancy of my dear wife and
children combined that this most veracious history should be
committed to paper. It was either because-being so unused to
authorship-I had no notion of composition, and was troubled by a
tyro tendency to stray from my subject; or because the part played
by the flat iron, though important, was small; or because I and my
affairs were most chiefly interesting to myself as writer, and my
family as readers; or from a combination of all these reasons
together, that my tale outgrew its first title and we had to add a
second, and call it "Some Passages in the Life of an only Son."
Well, father, I don't believe the Browns are a bit better off than
we are; and yet when I spent the day with young Brown, we cooked
all sorts of messes in the afternoon; and he wasted twice as much
rum and brandy and lemons in his trash, as I should want
When the children clamour for a story, my wife says to me, "Tell
them how you bought a flat iron for a farthing." Which I very
gladly do; for three reasons. In the first place, it is about
myself, and so I take an interest in it. Secondly, it is about som
We were very happy-I, Rupert, Henrietta, and Baby Cecil. The only
thing we found fault with in our lives was that there were so few
events in them. It was particularly provoking, because we were so
well prepared for events-any events. Rupert prepared us. He had
found a fat old book in the garret, bound in yellow leather, at the
end of which were "Directions how to act with presence of mind in
any emergency;" and he gave lectures out of this in the kitchen
garden.
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Miscellanea (Paperback)
Horatia Ewing Juliana Horatia Ewing, Juliana Horatia Ewing; Edited by 1stworld Library
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R399
Discovery Miles 3 990
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Dorothy to Eleanor, Dearest Eleanor, You have so often reminded me
how rapidly the most startling facts pass from the memory of man,
and I have so often thereupon promised to write down a full account
of that mysterious affair in which I was pro
The little old lady lived over the way, through a green gate that
shut with a click, and up three white steps. Every morning at eight
o'clock the church bell chimed for Morning Prayer-chim! chime!
chim! chime!-and every morning at eight o'clock the little
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