The Railway Children - E. Nesbit

“I wish I might say something,” she said. “Say it,” said he. “Well, then,” said Bobbie—and out came th ...

“I don't exactly know,” said Bobbie. “Only—if it's horrid, I don't want you to; and if it's nice, I'd ...

the train disappeared round the corner, “it's my belief that we've lighted a candle to-day—like Latimer, you k ...

But she was as gay as anybody when the endless French talking was over, when Peter had torn down to the villag ...

still more gaily. “I have grown already, haven't I, Mother?” “Yes,” said Mother, “oh, yes,” and Bobbie ...

Chapter VIII. The amateur firemen. “That's a likely little brooch you've got on, Miss,” said Perks the Porter; “I ...

line from the postman this morning. He gave it me for a bunch of roses that I gave him for his sw ...

An old white horse coming along the towing-path was within half a dozen yards of them. They sprang to th ...

“I WASN'T catching fish,” said Peter. “That's not YOUR fault, I'll be bound,” said the man, giving Peter ...

“I do wish you wouldn't,” was all they said. “Go home if you're afraid,” said Peter; “leave me alone. I' ...

Besides, Spot's there. So long!” The woman went away. “Shall we go home?” said Phyllis. “You can. I'm go ...

meant to keep Bobbie from rushing after him into danger. Of course it didn't. The cabin glowed red. A ...

and their wives sit of an evening drinking their supper beer, and toasting their supper cheese at a glowin ...

snatched the baby from her. “Don't,” said Phyllis, reproachfully; “I'd just got him to sleep.” ...

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“And the dear, darling, ducky baby,” said Bobbie; “it let me nurse it for ages and ages—and it WAS so goo ...

Chapter IX. The pride of Perks. It was breakfast-time. Mother's face was very bright as she poured the milk and ...

chaff-cutting machine was, and the row of holes to drop hay through into the hay-racks over the mangers of ...

people, as you have no doubt found if you have ever tried it. When the children got home and counted ...

put in a few drops of cochineal. And then you make a cone of clean, white paper with a little hole ...