The Devil's Wind
Patricia Wentworth
Paperback
(TheClassics.us, Sept. 12, 2013)
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1912 edition. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER IX HOW HELEN GAVE A TEA-PARTY Oh! to hear the Piper calling, Oh! to hear the echoes falling, They are rising, falling, calling, At the wayward Piper's will. And he who has heard the Piper play Has the moon, and the stars, and the sun, and the day, And the path to the hills of the Far-a-way, Where the Piper is calling still. MRS. BROWN JONES was unfashionably punctual. All her garments appeared to have been freshly starched for the occasion. For a time it seemed as if some of the surplus starch had affected her manners, and the etiquette observed would have put the Austrian Court to shame. "I have brought my daughter," said Mrs. Brown Jones, after many preliminary bows and compliments had passed, and the daughter, a very limp, dishevelled doll, was encouraged to extend a battered hand. "Her name is Miss Anna Maria Matilda Jenkins Sweet Pea," said the fond mamma, in the accents of lofty pride. Then with an abrupt transition she became Megsie Lizzie, and entered upon a rapid explanation. "It is n't really, you know, Helen lady, because mamma called her Caroline, after Aunt Caroline, who sent her to me when I was only four, but now Aunt Caroline is dead, so we call her something else." "I think Anna Maria Matilda Jenkins Sweet Pea is a beautiful name," said Helen. "Yes, isn't it? It is prettier than Caroline, only I must not say so because of Aunt Caroline being dead. People who are dead are always better than other people, aren't they?" Helen had noticed this phenomenon herself, but she did not say so. Fortunately Mrs. Brown Jones did not wait for an answer. Experience had taught her that grown-up people scarcely ever answered questions about really interesting things. "She has a terrible lot of relations," she sighed. "Your aunt...