Books with title Marjorie's Maytime

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Marjorie was coming downstairs in her own sweet way, which was accomplished by putting her two feet close together, and jumping two steps at a time. It didn't expedite her descent at all, but it was delightfully noisy, and therefore agreeable from Marjorie's point of view. The May-day was undeniably beautiful. It was warm enough to have doors and windows flung open, and the whole house was full of May that had swarmed in from out of doors. The air was soft and fragrant, the leaves were leaving out, the buds were budding, and the spring was springing everywhere. The big gold bushes of the Forsythia were masses of yellow bloom; crocuses popped up through the grass; a few birds had begun to sing, and the sun shone as if with a settled determination to push the spring ahead as fast as he could. Moreover it was Saturday, which was the best proof of all, of an intelligent and wellbehaved Spring. For a May-day which knew enough to fall on a Saturday was a satisfactory May-day, indeed!

"Marjorie Maynard's May Came on a beautiful day; And Marjorie's Maytime Is Marjorie's playtime; And that's what I sing and I say! Hooray! Yes, that's what I sing and I say!" Marjorie was coming downstairs in her own sweet way, which was accomplished by putting her two feet close together, and jumping two steps at a time. It didn't expedite her descent at all, but it was delightfully noisy, and therefore agreeable from Marjorie's point of view. The May-day was undeniably beautiful. It was warm enough to have doors and windows flung open, and the whole house was full of May that had swarmed in from out of doors.

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Marjorie was coming downstairs in her own sweet way, which was accomplished byputting her two feet close together, and jumping two steps at a time. It didn't expedite herdescent at all, but it was delightfully noisy, and therefore agreeable from Marjorie's point ofview.The May-day was undeniably beautiful. It was warm enough to have doors and windowsflung open, and the whole house was full of May that had swarmed in from out of doors.The air was soft and fragrant, the leaves were leaving out, the buds were budding, and thespring was springing everywhere.The big gold bushes of the Forsythia were masses of yellow bloom; crocuses popped upthrough the grass; a few birds had begun to sing, and the sun shone as if with a settleddetermination to push the spring ahead as fast as he could.Moreover it was Saturday, which was the best proof of all, of an intelligent and wellbehaved Spring. For a May-day which knew enough to fall on a Saturday was a satisfactoryMay-day, indeed!Of course there was to be a May party, and of course it was to be at theMaynards', because Marjorie always claimed that the whole month of Maybelonged to their family, and she improved every shining hour of theMaytime.

Carolyn Wells (June 18, 1862 – March 26, 1942) was an American author and poet. Born in Rahway, New Jersey,[1] she was the daughter of William E. and Anna Wells. She died at the Flower-Fifth Avenue Hospital in New York City in 1942 Wells had been married to Hadwin Houghton, the heir of the Houghton-Mifflin publishing empire founded by Bernard Houghton. Wells also had an impressive collection of volumes of poetry by others. She bequeathed her collection of Walt Whitman poetry, said to be one of the most important of its kind for its completeness and rarity, to the Library of Congress. Carolyn Wells wrote a total of more than 170 books. During the first ten years of her career, she concentrated on poetry, humor and children's books. According to her autobiography, The Rest of My Life (1937), it was around 1910 that she heard one of Anna Katherine Green's mystery novels being read aloud and was immediately captivated by the unravelling of the puzzle. From that point onward she devoted herself to the mystery genre. Among the most famous of her mystery novels were the Fleming Stone Detective Stories which

This is a reproduction of a book published before 1923. This book may have occasional imperfections such as missing or blurred pages, poor pictures, errant marks, etc. that were either part of the original artifact, or were introduced by the scanning process. We believe this work is culturally important, and despite the imperfections, have elected to bring it back into print as part of our continuing commitment to the preservation of printed works worldwide. We appreciate your understanding of the imperfections in the preservation process, and hope you enjoy this valuable book.

This is a reproduction of a book published before 1923. This book may have occasional imperfections such as missing or blurred pages, poor pictures, errant marks, etc. that were either part of the original artifact, or were introduced by the scanning process. We believe this work is culturally important, and despite the imperfections, have elected to bring it back into print as part of our continuing commitment to the preservation of printed works worldwide. We appreciate your understanding of the imperfections in the preservation process, and hope you enjoy this valuable book. ++++ The below data was compiled from various identification fields in the bibliographic record of this title. This data is provided as an additional tool in helping to ensure edition identification: ++++ <title> Marjorie's Maytime<author> Carolyn Wells<publisher> Grosset & Dunlap, 1911<subjects> Children's stories, American

This is a pre-1923 historical reproduction that was curated for quality. Quality assurance was conducted on each of these books in an attempt to remove books with imperfections introduced by the digitization process. Though we have made best efforts - the books may have occasional errors that do not impede the reading experience. We believe this work is culturally important and have elected to bring the book back into print as part of our continuing commitment to the preservation of printed works worldwide.