... not America. Lucy knew that her elderly brother understood what it was, but it was not worth troubling her head about, only somehow it made ships go ...
... herself. She had her dolls, to be sure, and the little dog Don, to play with, and sometimes Mr. Bunker would let her make funny things with the dough, ...
... for her own little plump, pinky hands did almost tingle to handle and turn round those pretty shells. She wanted to know whether the amber tasted like ...
... right glad, Missie, I can tell you, if you had been three or four months aboard a vessel with nothing but dry biscuits and salt junk, and may be a tin ...
... will go and learn, and leave off fighting.. Lavo shook his head. No, not yet I will be brave chief and warrior first,-bring home many heads ...
... sister had her feet on the lock, going up after him. Tree houses, they cried there we are safe from our enemies.. And Lucy found rising before ...
... stared at her with a kind of stupid surprise. Is that the way you get fish. she asked. Yes, and seals father gets them, he said. Oh, ...
... women cut off a great lump of raw something-was it a walrus, with that round head and big tusks.-and held it up to her and when Lucy shook her head ...
... the mountains, and we make butter and cheese. Wait, and you shall taste. Sit down on the stone.. Lucy was glad to hear that promise, for the fresh ...
... and a rope was fastened to all their horns that they might stand still in a line, while the little Lapp women milked them. Peder went up to one of ...
... with an ivory frill round it, where stood some dainty, delicate tea-cups and saucers. Into one of these she put a little ball, about as big as an ...
... shut up in the harems have little or nothing to do but to run them through their fingers.. It has a very nice smell, said Lucy, examining the dark ...
... me everything, and a Frank governess. What is a governess. Is it anything like the little gold case you have round your neck.. My locket with Mamma's ...
... think of taking off our clothes here.. What should you undress for.. To sleep, of course.. How horrible. We sleep in all our clothes wherever ...
... clever you must be. And what shall you do with it.. I shall watch for a carriage with ladies winding up that long road and then I shall ...
... one table, and a row of chairs ranged along the wall. It had two windows, one looking out into a garden,-such a garden.-orange-trees with shining leaves ...
... they had their books and their music, and in the evening all the families came out into the pleasure gardens, and had little tables with coffee before ...
... wearying one's self. I do not mind as long as they leave me my kitten, my dear little Mite.. Oh. what a pretty, long-haired kitten. But how small ...
... little Highlander in his tartans stood on a barrel in the middle, making his bagpipes squeal away a Chinese with a bald head and long pigtail beat a ...
... Mary Yonge (11 August 1823 - 24 May 1901), was an English novelist, known for her huge output, now mostly out of print.Charlotte Mary Yonge : AbbeychurchTo ...