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My name is Helena, and I am fourteen past. I have two other Christian names; one of them is rather queer. It is 'Naomi.' I don't mind having it, as I am never called by it, but I don't sign it often because it is such an odd name. My third name is not uncommon. It is just 'Charlotte.' So my whole name is 'Helena Charlotte Naomi Wingfield.'

IT ALL STARTED WITH A PARROT A talkative parrot, that is. You see, one day, Peterkin (that's the little boy who this book is about) noticed a parrot in a window. Now if you know Peterkin like I know Peterkin, you'll understand how the dear boy can be. Well, anyway, the old lady who owned the parrot said, my word, young lad! Would you like to come in and meet my parrot? Naturally, Peterkin, being ever so polite, said, Why thank you, ma'am. I shall. And that when he misadventures started! Why, of course Mother was in a dither! Finally, though, we found Peterkin and the truth emerged. Dear sweet and contrite Peterkin was all fretful apologies to Mother, who didn't scold him at all. But then there came the incident that shall live forever in the family history. The train. Oh my, the train! A FORGOTTEN CLASSIC OF VICTORIAN GIRL'S LITERATURE

Product Description: Mrs. Molesworth, one of the pen names used by Mary Louisa Molesworth, was one of the most prolific authors of kids books during the late 19th and early 20th century. She's even been called "the Jane Austen of the nursery."

"Wherefore and whence we are ye cannot know." "The Winds' Song," Light of Asia.—Edwin Arnold The first thing that little Gratian Conyfer could remember in his life was hearing the wind blow. It had hushed him to sleep, it had scolded him when he was naughty, it had laughed with him at merry times, it had wailed and sobbed when he was in sorrow. For the wind has many ways of blowing, and no one knew this better than Gratian, and no one had more right to boast an intimate acquaintance with the wind than he. You would be sure to say so yourself if you could see the place where the boy was born and bred—"Four Winds Farm."

Product Description: Mrs. Molesworth, one of the pen names used by Mary Louisa Molesworth, was one of the most prolific authors of kids books during the late 19th and early 20th century. She's even been called "the Jane Austen of the nursery."

"The cuckoo clock has stopped!" exclaims little Griselda. "Stopped!" says Miss Tabitha, throwing up her hands. "Impossible!" "I mean cuckoo has stopped," the girl says. "The clock is going on, but the cuckoo isn't telling the hours." "What can we do?" says Miss Tabitha. "Should we send for the watch-maker?" But Miss Grizzel shakes her head, and says, "That would be worse than useless, Tabitha. Were we to search the world over, we would find no one to put it right. Fifty years and more, that clock has never missed an hour! We are getting old, Tabitha -- and maybe our day is nearly over!" Mary Louisa Molesworth (1836-1921), author of beloved children's novel The Tapestry Room, tells of a young girl's experiences finding magic and mystery in the ancient homestead of her ancestors, in The Cuckoo Clock.

The way was long. Lay of the Last Minstrel. Little Leonore pressed her face against the window of the railway carriage and tried hard to see out. But it was no use. It all looked so dark and black, all the darker and blacker for the glimmer of the rain-drops trickling down thickly outside, and reflecting the feeble light of the lamp in the roof of the compartment.

The way was long. Lay of the Last Minstrel. Little Leonore pressed her face against the window of the railway carriage and tried hard to see out. But it was no use. It all looked so dark and black, all the darker and blacker for the glimmer of the rain-drops trickling down thickly outside, and reflecting the feeble light of the lamp in the roof of the compartment. Leonore sighed deeply. She was very tired, more tired than she knew, for she did not feel sleepy, or as if she would give anything to be undressed and go to bed. On the contrary, she wished with all her heart that it was daylight, and that it would leave off raining, and that she could get out of the stuffy old railway train, and go for a good run.

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