Books with author Mary Louisa Stewart Molesworth

The Children of the CastleMary Louisa Molesworth, english writer of children's stories (1839-1921)This ebook presents «The Children of the Castle», from Mary Louisa Molesworth. A dynamic table of contents enables to jump directly to the chapter selected.Table of Contents-01- About this book-02- RUBY AND MAVIS-03- WINFRIED-04- THE PRINCESS WITH THE FORGET-ME-NOT EYES-05- A BOY AND A BOAT-06- THE FISHERMAN’S HUT-07- BERTRAND-08- IN THE TURRET-ROOM-09- A NAUGHTY PLAN-10- BEGINNINGS-11- FORGET-ME-NOT LAND-12- DOWN THE WELL-13- OPENED EYES

A soft rather shaky sort of tap at the door. It does not all at once reach the rather deaf ears of the little old lady and tall still older gentleman who are seated in their usual arm-chairs one with his newspaper by the window the other with her netting by the fire in the exceedingly neat¿neat indeed is no word for it¿¿parlour¿ of Arbitt Lodge.' (Excerpt from Chapter 1)

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A soft rather shaky sort of tap at the door. It does not all at once reach the rather deaf ears of the little old lady and tall still older gentleman who are seated in their usual arm-chairs one with his newspaper by the window the other with her netting by the fire in the exceedingly neat¿neat indeed is no word for it¿¿parlour¿ of Arbitt Lodge.' (Excerpt from Chapter 1)