ISBN: 9781505557169

[.] Then the Midsummer holidays came, and we breathed again-but only for a few days. We began to feel as if we had forgotten something, and did not know what it was. We wanted something t… More...

[.] Then the Midsummer holidays came, and we breathed again-but only for a few days. We began to feel as if we had forgotten something, and did not know what it was. We wanted something to happen-only we didn't exactly know what. So we were very pleased when Father said- 'I've asked Mr Foulkes to send his children here for a week or two. You know-the kids who came at Christmas. You must be jolly to them, and see that they have a good time, don't you know.' We remembered them right [.] Then the Midsummer holidays came, and we breathed again-but only for a few days. We began to feel as if we had forgotten something, and did not know what it was. We wanted something to happen-only we didn't exactly know what. So we were very pleased when Father said- 'I've asked Mr Foulkes to send his children here for a week or two. You know-the kids who came at Christmas. You must be jolly to them, and see that they have a good time, don't you know.' We remembered them right enough-they were little pinky, frightened things, like white mice, with very bright eyes. They had not been to our house since Christmas, because Denis, the boy, had been ill, and they had been with an aunt at Ramsgate. Alice and Dora would have liked to get the bedrooms ready for the honoured guests, but a really good housemaid is sometimes more ready to say 'Don't' than even a general. So the girls had to chuck it. Jane only let them put flowers in the pots on the visitors' mantelpieces, and then they had to ask the gardener which kind they might pick, because nothing worth gathering happened[.]". Books, Fiction~~Classics, Wouldbegoods~~Edith-Nesbit, 999999999, The Wouldbegoods, E. Nesbit, 150555716X, CreateSpace Publishing, , , , , CreateSpace Publishing<

ISBN: 9781505557169

[.] Then the Midsummer holidays came, and we breathed again-but only for a few days. We began to feel as if we had forgotten something, and did not know what it was. We wanted something t… More...

[.] Then the Midsummer holidays came, and we breathed again-but only for a few days. We began to feel as if we had forgotten something, and did not know what it was. We wanted something to happen-only we didn't exactly know what. So we were very pleased when Father said- 'I've asked Mr Foulkes to send his children here for a week or two. You know-the kids who came at Christmas. You must be jolly to them, and see that they have a good time, don't you know.' We remembered them right [.] Then the Midsummer holidays came, and we breathed again-but only for a few days. We began to feel as if we had forgotten something, and did not know what it was. We wanted something to happen-only we didn't exactly know what. So we were very pleased when Father said- 'I've asked Mr Foulkes to send his children here for a week or two. You know-the kids who came at Christmas. You must be jolly to them, and see that they have a good time, don't you know.' We remembered them right enough-they were little pinky, frightened things, like white mice, with very bright eyes. They had not been to our house since Christmas, because Denis, the boy, had been ill, and they had been with an aunt at Ramsgate. Alice and Dora would have liked to get the bedrooms ready for the honoured guests, but a really good housemaid is sometimes more ready to say 'Don't' than even a general. So the girls had to chuck it. Jane only let them put flowers in the pots on the visitors' mantelpieces, and then they had to ask the gardener which kind they might pick, because nothing worth gathering happened[.]". Books, Fiction~~Classics, Wouldbegoods~~Edith-Nesbit, , , , , , , , , , CreateSpace Publishing<

ISBN: 9781505557169

Children are like jam: all very well in the proper place, but you can't stand them all over the shop-eh, what?' These were the dreadful words of our Indian uncle. They made us feel very y… More...

Children are like jam: all very well in the proper place, but you can't stand them all over the shop-eh, what?' These were the dreadful words of our Indian uncle. They made us feel very young and angry; and yet we could not be comforted by calling hi Books, Fiction~~Classics, Wouldbegoods~~Edith-Nesbit, 999999999, The Wouldbegoods, E. Nesbit, 150555716X, CreateSpace Publishing, , , , , CreateSpace Publishing<