Chapter 4 One sunny afternoon Katy came over to Aunt Izzil and said.” I seek your favour. I hope you won’t mind it. Actually, I want Imogene Clark to spend the coming Saturday here with us. Hearing the words of Katy Aunt Izzil was surprised. She didn’t know who Imogen Clark was. So in desperation […]
Chapter 3 Miss Petingill was sitting in the little room in the back building, which she always had when she came to the Carr’s for a week’s mending and making over. She was the dearest, funniest old woman who ever went out sewing by the day. Her face was round, and somehow made you think
Chapter 2 Katy, the eldest of the four sisters, clover and Cecy went to Mrs Kinght’s school. The school was at the centre end of the town from Dr Carr’s home. It was not a large school. But it was a one-storey building which had a yard behind it. The girls would play there at
Chapter 1 It was a bright sunny day. I decided to go out in the meadows. I sat on a stool in the meadows. Near by a small brook was flowing gently. The sky was stark blue and the clouds were white and looked as if some swans were floating over it to and fro.
Chapter 12 Next morning when Irene got up, she went straight up to her father, with her right hand stretched out a little sideways, and her forefinger, as her father and Curdie understood, feeling its way along the invisible thread. The king took her on his knee, and she said in his ear:‘King-papa, do you
Chapter 11 The next morning the sun rose so bright that Irene said the rain had washed her face and let the light out clean. The torrents were still roaring down the side of the mountain, but they were so much smaller as not to be dangerous in the daylight. After an early breakfast, Peter
Chapter 10 On the other hand, Curdie was in search of goblins. He had been spending restless nights for some days. One day he resolved to find them out. So he followed the goblins into their hole. Something touched his hand. It was the slightest touch, and when he looked he could see nothing. Feeling
Chapter 9 When the princess awoke from the sweetest of sleeps, she found her nurse bending over her, the housekeeper looking over the nurse’s shoulder, and the laundry-maid looking over the housekeeper’s. The room was full of women-servants; and the gentlemen-at-arms, with a long column of servants behind them, were peeping, or trying to peep
An Amranth, one day, said to a Rose, “Dear Rose, how beautiful you are! You are the delight of gods, men and temples. Your beautiful shape, colour and smell is praised by all.”The rose then heaved a sigh and said, “O Amranth dear, my life is too short and even if I am not plucked,
Chapter 8 Somehow Irene managed to get up and was on her way back home. She came across Curdie. When she told Curdie about what happened to her, Curdie didn’t believe her. So, Irene took him along to make him believe her words.Up the stair then they went, and the next and the next, and
Chapter 7 Some days went by. One early morning, Irene the princess woke in a terrible fright. There was a hideous noise in her room—creatures snarling and hissing and rocketing about as if they were fighting. The moment she came to herself, she remembered something she had never thought of again—what her grandmother told her
Chapter 6 ‘Come in, Irene,’ said the silvery voice of her grandmother.The princess opened the door and peeped in. But the room was quite dark and there was no sound of the spinning-wheel. She grew frightened once more, thinking that, although the room was there, the old lady might be a dream after all. Every
Chapter 5 The gentlemen whom the king had left behind him to watch over the princess had each occasion to doubt the testimony of his own eyes, for more than strange were the objects to which they would bear witness. They were of one sort—creatures—but so grotesque and misshapen as to be more like a
Chapter 4 One morning the nurse left Irene with the housekeeper for a while. To amuse her she turned out the contents of an old cabinet upon the table. The little princess found her treasures, queer ancient ornaments, and many things the use of which she could not imagine, far more interesting than her own
Chapter 3 One splendid sunny day, about an hour after noon, Irene, who was playing on a lawn in the garden, heard the distant blast of a bugle. She jumped up with a cry of joy, for she knew by that particular blast that her father was on his way to see her. This part