This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1873 Excerpt: ... to live, ' was Geoff's criticism. 'Didn't you hear that she had to give up the Golden Caravan to the poor Smithers? If I had made her have another, my story could not have ended so soon, and I was tired of it, ' said Dorothy. IT was one of Dorothy's grievances that Mrs. Druse was always so very long finding out that ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1873 Excerpt: ... to live, ' was Geoff's criticism. 'Didn't you hear that she had to give up the Golden Caravan to the poor Smithers? If I had made her have another, my story could not have ended so soon, and I was tired of it, ' said Dorothy. IT was one of Dorothy's grievances that Mrs. Druse was always so very long finding out that summer had come. So many summer flowers, and so many warm bright days were needed to make her believe that she might trust appearances, and allow the children the pleasures reserved for the season of sunshine and long days. It was therefore with glad surprise that one morning, soon after the birthday, the children heard her tell them that she intended taking them to spend the day at Hoarden Castle. It was all the more surprise that they did not know that their godmamma, Lady Diana Wyatt, had invited them for a summer visit. Perhaps Laura's being away from home just now, and school not able to go on quite as usual, had inclined Mrs. Druse to accept the invitation, while, according to her ideas, it was still so early in the season. Now Hoarden was the sunniest spot in all the children's world. It was one of those places that have been growing beautiful for ages, and so have become wonderfully rich in all that is fair and lovely. The little Favells loved to ramble amongst the grey ruins of the old castle, shrubbed with rich ivy and wallflower plumes, and in the wildernesses of flowery green, threaded delicately with white paths that went tumbling down over tree-roots into ferny dells. There was much that was enchanting also in Lady Diana's house, which was near the ruins. The children found its long galleries, winding staircases, its pictures about which there were stories, very interesting. Lady Diana, too, their mother's old and dear friend, was a...
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