| Carrots Contributor(s): Mrs Molesworth (Author) |
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ISBN: 1502797445 ISBN-13: 9781502797445 Publisher: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform OUR PRICE: $7.59 Product Type: Paperback - Other Formats Published: October 2014 |
| Additional Information |
| BISAC Categories: - Literary Collections | Ancient, Classical & Medieval |
| Physical Information: 0.2" H x 7.44" W x 9.69" (0.41 lbs) 96 pages |
| Descriptions, Reviews, Etc. |
| Publisher Description: "But how did you come to us, you dear? God thought about you, and so I am here " G. Macdonald. His real name was Fabian. But he was never called anything but Carrots. There were six of them. Jack, Cecil, Louise, Maurice, commonly called Mott, Floss, dear, dear Floss, whom he loved best of all, a long way the best of all, and lastly Carrots. Why Carrots should have come to have his history written I really cannot say. I must leave you, who understand such things a good deal better than I, you, children, for whom the history is written, to find out. I can give you a few reasons why Carrots' history should not have been written, but that is about all I can do. There was nothing very remarkable about him; there was nothing very remarkable about the place where he lived, or the things that he did, and on the whole he was very much like other little boys. There are my no reasons for you. But still he was Carrots, and after all, perhaps, that was the reason I shouldn't wonder. He was the baby of the family; he had every right to be considered the baby, for he was not only the youngest, but very much the youngest; for Floss, who came next to him, was nearly four years older than Carrots. Yet he was never treated as the baby. I doubt if even at the very outset of his little life, when he was just a wee pink ball of a creature, rolled up in flannel, and with his funny curls of red hair standing crisp up all over his head, I doubt, if even then, he was ever called "baby." I feel almost sure it was always "Carrots." He was too independent and sensible to be counted a baby, and he was never fond of being petted-and then, too, "Carrots" came so naturally |