This collection of literature attempts to compile many of the classic, timeless works that have stood the test of time and offer them at a reduced, affordable price, in an attractive volume so that everyone can enjoy them.
This collection of literature attempts to compile many of the classic, timeless works that have stood the test of time and offer them at a reduced, af...
"Suah's yo' lib, we do keep a-movin' " cried Dinah, as she climbed into the big depot wagon. "We didn't forget Snoop this time," exclaimed Freddie, following close on Dinah's heels, with the box containing Snoop, his pet cat, who always went traveling with the little fellow. "I'm glad I covered up the ferns with wet paper," Flossie remarked, "for this sun would surely kill them if it could get at them." "Bert, you may carry my satchel," said Mrs. Bobbsey, "and be careful, as there are some glasses of jelly in it, you know." "I wish I had put my hat in my trunk," remarked Nan. "I'm sure...
"Suah's yo' lib, we do keep a-movin' " cried Dinah, as she climbed into the big depot wagon. "We didn't forget Snoop this time," exclaimed Freddie, fo...
"Well, here we are back home again " exclaimed Nan Bobbsey, as she sat down in a chair on the porch. "Oh, but we have had such a good time " "The best ever " exclaimed her brother Bert, as he set down the valise he had been carrying, and walked back to the front gate to take a small satchel from his mother. "I'm going to carry mine I want to carry mine all the way " cried little fat Freddie Bobbsey, thinking perhaps his bigger brother might want to take, too, his bundle. "All right, you can carry your own, Freddie," said Bert, pleasantly. "But it's pretty heavy for you." "It-it isn't very...
"Well, here we are back home again " exclaimed Nan Bobbsey, as she sat down in a chair on the porch. "Oh, but we have had such a good time " "The best...
"Oh, there comes my skate off again Freddie, have you got any paste in your pocket?" "Paste, Flossie What good would paste be to fasten on your skate?" "I don't know, but it might do some good. I can't make the strap hold it on any more," and a plump little girl shook back her flaxen, curling hair, which had slipped from under her cap and was blowing into her eyes, sat down on a log near the shore of the frozen lake and looked sorrowfully at the shining skate which had become loosened from her shoe. "Come on, Flossie " called the small, plump boy, just about the size of his sister, and with...
"Oh, there comes my skate off again Freddie, have you got any paste in your pocket?" "Paste, Flossie What good would paste be to fasten on your skat...
"Will Snap pull us, do you think, Freddie?" asked little Flossie Bobbsey, as she anxiously looked at her small brother, who was fastening a big, shaggy dog to his sled by means of a home-made harness. "Do you think he'll give us a good ride?" "Sure he will, Flossie," answered Freddie with an air of wisdom. "I explained it all to him, and I've tried him a little bit. He pulled fine, and you won't be much heavier. I'll have the harness all fixed in a minute, and then we'll have a grand ride."
"Will Snap pull us, do you think, Freddie?" asked little Flossie Bobbsey, as she anxiously looked at her small brother, who was fastening a big, shagg...
"Come on, let's make a snow man " cried Bert Bobbsey, as he ran about in the white drifts of snow that were piled high in the yard in front of the house. "That'll be lots of fun " chimed in Freddie Bobbsey, who was Bert's small brother. "We can make a man, and then throw snowballs at him, and he won't care a bit; will he, Bert?" "No, I guess a snow man doesn't care how many times you hit him with snowballs," laughed the older boy, as he tried to catch a dog that was leaping about in the drifts, barking for joy. "The more snowballs you throw at a snow man the bigger he gets," said Bert.
"Come on, let's make a snow man " cried Bert Bobbsey, as he ran about in the white drifts of snow that were piled high in the yard in front of the hou...
"What are you doing, Freddie?" asked Bert Bobbsey, leaning over to oil the front wheel of his bicycle, while he glanced at his little brother, who was tying strings about the neck of a large, handsome dog. "Making a harness," answered Freddie, not taking time to look up. "A harness?" repeated Bert, with a little laugh. "How can you make a harness out of bits of string?" "I'm going to have straps, too," went on Freddie, keeping busily on with his work. "Flossie has gone in after them. It's going to be a fine, strong harness." "Do you mean you are going to harness up Snap?" asked Bert, and he...
"What are you doing, Freddie?" asked Bert Bobbsey, leaning over to oil the front wheel of his bicycle, while he glanced at his little brother, who was...
"This is 'most as much fun as we had on Blueberry Island, or when we went to Florida on the deep, blue sea, isn't it, Bert?" asked Nan Bobbsey, as she sat on the porch and fanned herself with her hat. She and her brother had been running around the house, playing a new game, and Nan was warm. "Yes, it's fun all right," agreed Bert. "But I liked the deep, blue sea better-or even Blueberry Island," and off came his hat to cool his flushed face, for, though it was late in September, the day was warm. "But we couldn't stay on the island, always," went on Nan. "We have to go to school, daddy says...
"This is 'most as much fun as we had on Blueberry Island, or when we went to Florida on the deep, blue sea, isn't it, Bert?" asked Nan Bobbsey, as she...
"There goes the bell It's the letter carrier Let me answer " Freddie exclaimed. "Oh, let me It's my turn this week " cried Flossie. "But I see a blue envelope. That's from Aunt Sarah " the brother cried. Meanwhile both children, Freddie and Flossie, were making all possible efforts to reach the front door, which Freddie finally did by jumping over the little divan that stood in the way, it being sweeping day. "I beat you," laughed the boy, while his sister stood back, acknowledging defeat. "Well, Dinah had everything in the way and anyhow, maybe it was your turn. Mother is in the sewing...
"There goes the bell It's the letter carrier Let me answer " Freddie exclaimed. "Oh, let me It's my turn this week " cried Flossie. "But I see a bl...
"Aren't you glad, Nan? Aren't you terrible glad?" "Why, of course I am, Flossie " "And aren't you glad, too, Bert?" Flossie Bobbsey, who had first asked this question of her sister, now paused in front of her older brother. She looked up at him smiling as he cut away with his knife at a soft piece of wood he was shaping into a boat for Freddie. "Aren't you terrible glad, Bert?" "I sure am, Flossie " Bert answered, with a laugh. "What makes you ask such funny questions?" "Well, if you're glad why doesn't you wiggle like I do?" asked Flossie, without answering Bert. "I feel just like wigglin'...
"Aren't you glad, Nan? Aren't you terrible glad?" "Why, of course I am, Flossie " "And aren't you glad, too, Bert?" Flossie Bobbsey, who had first ask...