Books with author Mary L. Molesworth

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The familiar appearance of Mrs. Molesworth's gift of delight awakens grateful anticipations which are rarely, if ever, disappointed. The literary work in A Christmas Posy is intrinsically characteristic, and the same must be acknowledged with respect to Mr. Crane's illustrations. Still the stories, a group of six, are variable in conception. Thus their young readers will be pleased to read them, though the modern parental tendency leans towards a quicker brightness than appeals in the opening story.

"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!"

He trotted upstairs. Perhaps trotting is not quite the right word, but I can't find a better. It wasn't at all like a horse or pony trotting, for he went one foot at a time, right foot first, and when right foot was safely landed on a step, up came left foot and the rest of Baby himself after right foot. It took a good while, but Baby didn't mind. He used to think a good deal while he was going up and down stairs, and it was not his way to be often in a hurry. There was one thing he could not bear, and that was any one trying to carry him upstairs. Oh, that did vex him!

It is quite a journey from Jeanne's bedroom down the long corridor, to the place fascinating to her since her babyhood: the room hung with tapestry -- very old, and in some parts faded, but still distinct.Jeanne sees something strange in one tapestry, of a garden. Didn't those peacocks move, ever so slightly? Then Dudu, the family's raven, is at the window -- but she just saw that decrepit old bird down on the terrace. Dudu cannot fly that fast!Now she hears wonderful news -- her cousin Hugh is coming to stay. He will be like a little brother -- and he will sleep in the tapestry room . . .

Four Ghost Stories has a beautiful glossy cover and a blank page for the dedication. I myself have never seen a ghost (I am by no means sure that I wish ever to do so), but I have a friend whose experience in this respect has been less limited than mine. Till lately, however, I had never heard the details of Lady Farquhar's adventure, though the fact of there being a ghost story which she could, if she chose, relate with the authority of an eye-witness, had been more than once alluded to before me.

This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the original. Due to its age, it may contain imperfections such as marks, notations, marginalia and flawed pages. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions that are true to the original work.