| Five Children and It Contributor(s): Nesbit, Edith (Author) |
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ISBN: ISBN-13: 9798569873906 Publisher: Independently Published OUR PRICE: $8.06 Product Type: Paperback - Other Formats Published: December 2020 * Not available - Not in print at this time * |
| Additional Information |
| BISAC Categories: - Juvenile Fiction | Classics |
| Dewey: 782.421 |
| Physical Information: 0.26" H x 5.98" W x 9.02" (0.38 lbs) 110 pages |
| Descriptions, Reviews, Etc. |
| Publisher Description: Of course there are the shops and theatres, and entertainments and things, but if your people are rather poor you don't get taken to the theatres, and you can't buy things out of the shops; and London has none of those nice things that children may play with without hurting the things or themselves-such as trees and sand and woods and waters. And nearly everything in London is the wrong sort of shape-all straight lines and flat streets, instead of being all sorts of odd shapes, like things are in the country. Trees are all different, as you know, and I am sure some tiresome person must have told you that there are no two blades of grass exactly alike. But in streets, where the blades of grass don't grow, everything is like everything else. This is why many children who live in the towns are so extremely naughty. They do not know what is the matter with them, and no more do their fathers and mothers, aunts, uncles, cousins, tutors, governesses, and nurses; but I know. And so do you, now. Children in the country are naughty sometimes, too, but that is for quite different reasons. The children had explored the gardens and the outhouses thoroughly before they were caught and cleaned for tea, and they saw quite well that they were certain to be happy at the White House. They thought so from the first moment, but when they found the back of the house covered with jasmine, all in white flower, and smelling like a bottle of the most expensive perfume that is ever given for a birthday present; and when they had seen the lawn, all green and smooth, and quite different from the brown grass in the gardens at Camden Town; and when they found the stable with a loft over it and some old hay still left, they were almost certain; and when Robert had found the broken swing and tumbled out of it and got a bump on his head the size of an egg, and Cyril had nipped his finger in the door of a hutch that seemed made to keep rabbits in, if you ever had any, they had no longer any doubts whatever. - Taken from "Five Children and It" written by Edith Nesbit |