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A Sailor Lass

Auhtor: Emma Leslie

Language: english
Published: 1893

Genres:

young readers,  nautical,  adventure
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Review by A. Dent, January 2005


Rating: (***)
Copyright: Public Domain in the U.S.
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Excerpts from the Book 'A Sailor Lass':

... and occasionally see a rocket piercing the midnight blackness of the sky, appealing for help for the drowning men. At the coastguard station, ...
... to disturb the child. Well, I want a tub of hot water, snapped Mrs. Peters. You'll find the tub in the backyard, and the kettle's near on the boil. ...
... sharp voice was heard calling for the blanket long before he had groped his way to the bedroom door. But what would he not do for that child whose ...
... experienced, Mrs. Coomber was very fond of her husband. Ah, he's a good fisherman, but he'd be all the better if he didn't have so much of that bottle, ...
... our own little Polly did.. But I thought you said Peters was going to see the newspaper man to tell him to put something in the Stamford Mercury about ...
... conclusive against any interest being taken in him, for he heaved a sigh as he returned to his work of picking the samphire. The sigh was not ...
... to read, and find out what we want to know. Oh, do make haste. she added, as she saw the boat approaching the shore. Dick was still laughing, ...
... I tell him, she suddenly added, as though the thought had just occurred to her I can ask Him to bless you and mammy, and Dick and Bob. But I should ...
... and Tiny was all impatience to get home and show her treasure to Dick. Take it out of your pocket, daddy, and give it to me, she said, as they were ...
... girl's conquest of herself. But neither Tiny nor Mrs. Coomber ever forgot that day. A new element was introduced into the lives of the fisherman's ...
... over G O D. She might have mastered the difficulty with very little trouble if the fisherman had been less obstinate in his quarrel with the farm people, ...
... sister. I should like to tell you, dear, she added, in a patronising tone. Come and sit down here, and tell me what you want.. It's what you ...
... this must be Jesus, and these are the little children, concluded Polly, as she turned over the paper to look at the picture again. The ...
... as bread, they might have suffered less privation but every time he got a little money for his wild fowl, the bottle had to be replenished, even ...
... screams from the boys, but poor little Tiny uttered no sound. They picked her up from where she had fallen, or rather had been thrown, and her face ...
... last words to Dick before she started were in a whispered conference, in which she told him to pray to God every day to let her come back soon. I ...
... too eager for shyness, or to notice that others were looking at them. A hymn was sung, and a prayer followed, and then Coomber began to feel disappointed, ...
... his finger down where one rib seemed to be almost rotten. A few months before Coomber would have raved and blustered, and sworn it was all Bob's ...
... the child I knew her name was Matilda Coomber, for she is the very image of her mother when she was a girl, and she was my only daughter.. Oh, ...
... a new one after all.. Bob looked up in his father's face, speechless with surprise. He spoke of having a new boat as though it was a very sad business. ...