| Always Happy; Or, Anecdotes of Felix and His Sister Serena Contributor(s): Budden, Maria Elizabeth (Author) |
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ISBN: 1458804852 ISBN-13: 9781458804853 Publisher: General Books OUR PRICE: $14.85 Product Type: Paperback - Other Formats Published: February 2012 * Not available - Not in print at this time * |
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| Physical Information: 0.05" H x 7.44" W x 9.69" (0.14 lbs) 24 pages |
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| Publisher Description: Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: even riding in a coach is not always a pleasure. CHAPTER III. The Pleasures of Walking. The Inconveniences of a Coach. Change produced by Ill-humour. Greediness punished. Early the next morning, Serena sprang joyfully from her bed; the sun was just beginning to beam; the robin redbreast was twittering its solitary, yet sweet notes; all nature looked cheerful, and the heart of Serena danced with joy. Felix met his sister in the parlour, and they talked over the pleasures of the coming day. They had each dressed themselves with the greatest neatness. Serena's frock was white as snow; her cheeks, just washed with clear cold water, bloomed like two roses; her hair was THE FROST. 37 nicely combed, and hung in easy curls on her clean forehead, and her eyes sparkled with good humour. Felix, as he kissed her, could not help thinking, that all the fine clothes in the world would not have made her look better than she now did. Their kind parents indulged their eagerness, and the breakfast appeared somewhat earlier than usual. When it was over, Serena put on her warm coat, and, her father taking her by one hand, and Felix by the other, they set off for the house of their grandfather. The frost had dried the roads, and hung glittering on each spray. Felix often stopped to observe the grass and leaves, that shone as if gemmed by diamonds. The air breathed fresh, and, though they had a mile to walk, they very soon found themselves at their grandfather's door, indeed, almost too soon, for they had discovered so much to admire the ponds adorned with fantastic piles of ice that spread out into a variety of shapes, the boys skating on the surface, the whistling of the distant woodman, the stroke of his axe as its sound followed its sight. Papa, said Felix, breathless with ... |