Oh, dear! I wish we weren't going home! "So do I! Can't we stay out a little while longer?" "Why, Flossie and Freddie Bobbsey!" cried Nan, the older sister of the two small twins who had spoken. "A few minutes ago you were in a hurry to get home." "Yes; they said they were so hungry they couldn't wait to see what Dinah was going to have for supper," said Bert Bobbsey. "How about that, Freddie?" "Well, I'm hungry yet," said the little boy, who was sitting beside his sister Flossie in a boat that was being rowed over the blue waters of Lake Metoka. "I am hungry, and I want some of Dinah's pie,...
Oh, dear! I wish we weren't going home! "So do I! Can't we stay out a little while longer?" "Why, Flossie and Freddie Bobbsey!" cried Nan, the older s...
Storm without and within? So the windmiller might have said, if he had been in the habit of putting his thoughts into an epigrammatic form, as a groan from his wife and a growl of thunder broke simultaneously upon his ear, whilst the rain fell scarcely faster than her tears. It was far from mending matters that both storms were equally unexpected. For eight full years the miller's wife had been the meekest of women. If there was a firm (and yet, as he flattered himself, a just) husband in all the dreary straggling district, the miller was that man. And he always did justice to his wife's good...
Storm without and within? So the windmiller might have said, if he had been in the habit of putting his thoughts into an epigrammatic form, as a groan...
Storm without and within? So the windmiller might have said, if he had been in the habit of putting his thoughts into an epigrammatic form, as a groan from his wife and a growl of thunder broke simultaneously upon his ear, whilst the rain fell scarcely faster than her tears. It was far from mending matters that both storms were equally unexpected. For eight full years the miller's wife had been the meekest of women. If there was a firm (and yet, as he flattered himself, a just) husband in all the dreary straggling district, the miller was that man. And he always did justice to his wife's good...
Storm without and within? So the windmiller might have said, if he had been in the habit of putting his thoughts into an epigrammatic form, as a groan...
Juliana Ewing gives her readers a charming 19th century novel suited for a relaxing afternoon of reading under a shade tree. Juliana Horatia Ewing was a 19th century writer of children's books. Her books were considered to be the first really well written books for children in English literature. Mary's Meadow first appeared in Aunt Judy's Magazine from November 1883 to March 1884. The author had loved gardening as a child and her love of flowers is seen in this story. Juliana Ewing's stories for children empathize her strong Anglican faith and her loving insights into children's lives.
Juliana Ewing gives her readers a charming 19th century novel suited for a relaxing afternoon of reading under a shade tree. Juliana Horatia Ewing was...
Juliana Ewing gives her readers a collection of charming 19th century stories suited for a relaxing afternoon of reading under a shade tree. Juliana Horatia Ewing was a 19th century writer of children's books. Her books were considered to be the first really well written books for children in English literature. The table of contents includes THE BROWNIES, THE LAND OF LOST TOYS, THREE CHRISTMAS TREES, AN IDYLL OF THE WOOD, CHRISTMAS CRACKERS, and AMELIA AND THE DWARFS.
Juliana Ewing gives her readers a collection of charming 19th century stories suited for a relaxing afternoon of reading under a shade tree. Juliana H...
Juliana Ewing gives her readers a charming 19th century novel suited for a relaxing afternoon of reading under a shade tree. Juliana Horatia Ewing was a 19th century writer of children's books. Her books were considered to be the first really well written books for children in English literature. Mary's Meadow first appeared in Aunt Judy's Magazine from November 1883 to March 1884. The author had loved gardening as a child and her love of flowers is seen in this story. Juliana Ewing's stories for children empathize her strong Anglican faith and her loving insights into children's lives.
Juliana Ewing gives her readers a charming 19th century novel suited for a relaxing afternoon of reading under a shade tree. Juliana Horatia Ewing was...
Storm without and within? So the windmiller might have said, if he had been in the habit of putting his thoughts into an epigrammatic form, as a groan from his wife and a growl of thunder broke simultaneously upon his ear, whilst the rain fell scarcely faster than her tears. It was far from mending matters that both storms were equally unexpected. For eight full years the miller's wife had been the meekest of women. If there was a firm (and yet, as he flattered himself, a just) husband in all the dreary straggling district, the miller was that man. And he always did justice to his wife's good...
Storm without and within? So the windmiller might have said, if he had been in the habit of putting his thoughts into an epigrammatic form, as a groan...