Whaur are ye aff til this bonny mornin', Maggie, my doo? said the soutar, looking up from his work, and addressing his daughter as she stood in the doorway with her shoes in her hand. "Jist ower to Stanecross, wi' yer leave, father, to speir the mistress for a goupin or twa o' chaff: yer bed aneth ye's grown unco hungry-like." "Hoot, the bed's weel eneuch, lassie!" "Na, it's onything but weel eneuch! It's my pairt to luik efter my ain father, and see there be nae k-nots aither in his bed or his parritch."

Purchase one of 1st World Library's Classic Books and help support our free internet library of downloadable eBooks. Visit us online at www.1stWorldLibrary.ORG - - Whaur are ye aff til this bonny mornin', Maggie, my doo? said the soutar, looking up from his work, and addressing his daughter as she stood in the doorway with her shoes in her hand. "Jist ower to Stanecross, wi' yer leave, father, to speir the mistress for a goupin or twa o' chaff: yer bed aneth ye's grown unco hungry-like." "Hoot, the bed's weel eneuch, lassie " "Na, it's onything but weel eneuch It's my pairt to luik efter my...

Purchase one of 1st World Library's Classic Books and help support our free internet library of downloadable eBooks. Visit us online at www.1stWorldLibrary.ORG - - In a kitchen of moderate size, flagged with slate, humble in its appointments, yet looking scarcely that of a farmhouse - for there were utensils about it indicating necessities more artificial than usually grow upon a farm - with the corner of a white deal table between them, sat two young people evidently diffe-rent in rank, and meeting upon no level of friendship. The young woman held in her hand a paper, which seemed the...

Purchase one of 1st World Library's Classic Books and help support our free internet library of downloadable eBooks. Visit us online at www.1stWorldLibrary.ORG - - I am old, else, I think, I should not have the courage to tell the story I am going to tell. All those concerned in it about whose feelings I am careful, are gone where, thank God, there are no secrets If they know what I am doing, I know they do not mind. If they were alive to read as I record, they might perhaps now and again look a little paler and wish the leaf turned, but to see the things set down would not make them...

Purchase one of 1st World Library's Classic Books and help support our free internet library of downloadable eBooks. Visit us online at www.1stWorldLibrary.ORG - - There was a certain country where things used to go rather oddly. For instance, you could never tell whether it was going to rain or hail, or whether or not the milk was going to turn sour. It was impossible to say whether the next baby would be a boy, or a girl, or even, after he was a week old, whether he would wake sweet-tempered or cross.

Purchase one of 1st World Library's Classic Books and help support our free internet library of downloadable eBooks. Visit us online at www.1stWorldLibrary.ORG - - There was a certain country where things used to go rather oddly. For instance, you could never tell whether it was going to rain or hail, or whether or not the milk was going to turn sour. It was impossible to say whether the next baby would be a boy, or a girl, or even, after he was a week old, whether he would wake sweet-tempered or cross.

A selection of George D. Macdonald's finest poetry, ranging in subject matter from fantasy to romance to religion.

This definitive one-volume anthology, assembled by renowned MacDonald scholar Rolland Hein, highlights the essential elements of George MacDonald's thought and demonstrates the full range of his creative effort. Opening with a brief biography, The Heart of George MacDonald includes a collection of his finest personal letters, a sampling of abridged sermons, and selections from his fantasies, including the complete texts of his masterpieces The Golden Key and the Princess and Curdie. Brief homilies, samples of his poetry, key essays on faith and the imagination, and a complete bibliography of...