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The Enchanted Castle - Chapter 12 The Enchanted Castle - Chapter 12

The Enchanted Castle - Chapter 12
CHAPTER 12It would be interesting, no doubt, to describe the feelings of Lord Yalding as he followed Mabel and Jimmy through his ancestral halls, but I have no means of knowing at all what he felt. Yet one must suppose that he felt something: bewilderment, perhaps, mixed with a faint wonder, and a desire to pinch himself to see if he were dreaming. Or he may have pondered the rival questions, "Am I mad? Are they mad?" without being at all able to decide which he ought to try to answer, let alone deciding what, in either case, the answer ought... Long Stories - Post by : money2bmade - Date : April 2012 - Author : Edith Nesbit - Read : 1974

The Enchanted Castle - Chapter 11 The Enchanted Castle - Chapter 11

The Enchanted Castle - Chapter 11
CHAPTER 11It was show-day at Yalding Castle, and it seemed good to the children to go and visit Mabel, and, as Gerald put it, to mingle unsuspected with the crowd; to gloat over all the things which they knew and which the crowd didn't know about the castle and the sliding panels, the magic ring and the statues that came alive. Perhaps one of the pleasantest things about magic happenings is the feeling which they give you of knowing what other people not only don't know but wouldn't, so to speak, believe if they did.On the white road outside the gates... Long Stories - Post by : Hugo_San - Date : April 2012 - Author : Edith Nesbit - Read : 1564

The Enchanted Castle - Chapter 10 The Enchanted Castle - Chapter 10

The Enchanted Castle - Chapter 10
CHAPTER 10"If," said Kathleen, sitting disconsolate in her marble, "if I am really a statue come alive, I wonder you're not afraid of me.""I've got the ring," said Mabel with decision. "Cheer up, dear! you will soon be better. Try not to think about it."She spoke as you speak to a child that has cut its finger, or fallen down on the garden path, and rises up with grazed knees to which gravel sticks intimately."I know," Kathleen absently answered."And I've been thinking," said Mabel brightly, "we might find Out a lot about this magic place, if the other statues aren't too... Long Stories - Post by : luckystrike23 - Date : April 2012 - Author : Edith Nesbit - Read : 1133

The Enchanted Castle - Chapter 9 The Enchanted Castle - Chapter 9

The Enchanted Castle - Chapter 9
CHAPTER 9There is a curtain, thin as gossamer, clear as glass, strong as iron, that hangs for ever between the world of magic and the world that seems to us to be real. And when once people have found one of the little weak spots in that curtain which are marked by magic rings, and amulets, and the like, almost anything may happen. Thus it is not surprising that Mabel and Kathleen, conscientiously conducting one of the dullest dolls tea-parties at which either had ever assisted, should suddenly, and both at once, have felt a strange, unreasonable, but quite irresistible desire... Long Stories - Post by : lliiiiii - Date : April 2012 - Author : Edith Nesbit - Read : 3000

The Enchanted Castle - Chapter 8 The Enchanted Castle - Chapter 8

The Enchanted Castle - Chapter 8
CHAPTER 8It was but too plain. The unfortunate bailiff must have opened the door before the spell had faded, while yet the Ugly Wuglies were something more than mere coats and hats and sticks. They had rushed out upon him, and had done this. He lay there insensible was it a golf-club or a hockey-stick that had made that horrible cut on his forehead? Gerald wondered. The girls had rushed to the sufferer; already his head was in Mabel's lap. Kathleen had tried to get it on to hers, but Mabel was too quick for her.Jimmy and Gerald both knew what... Long Stories - Post by : buyer-heavens - Date : April 2012 - Author : Edith Nesbit - Read : 2487

The Enchanted Castle - Chapter 7 The Enchanted Castle - Chapter 7

The Enchanted Castle - Chapter 7
CHAPTER 7"Can you recommend me to a good hotel?" The speaker had no inside to his head. Gerald had the best of reasons for knowing it. The speaker's coat had no shoulders inside it only the cross-bar that a jacket is slung on by careful ladies. The hand raised in interrogation was not a hand at all; it was a glove lumpily stuffed with pocket-handkerchiefs; and the arm attached to it was only Kathleen's school umbrella. Yet the whole thing was alive, and was asking a definite, and for anybody else, anybody who really was a body, a reasonable question.With a... Long Stories - Post by : rwd2255 - Date : April 2012 - Author : Edith Nesbit - Read : 1469

The Enchanted Castle - Chapter 6 The Enchanted Castle - Chapter 6

The Enchanted Castle - Chapter 6
CHAPTER 6Johnson was the hero of the hour. It was he who had tracked the burglars, laid his plans, and recovered the lost silver. He had not thrown the stone public opinion decided that Mabel and her aunt must have been mistaken in supposing that there was a stone at all. But he did not deny the warning letter. It was Gerald who went out after breakfast to buy the newspaper, and who read aloud to the others the two columns of fiction which were the Liddlesby Observer's report of the facts. As he read every mouth opened wider and wider,... Long Stories - Post by : Jezza - Date : April 2012 - Author : Edith Nesbit - Read : 2718

The Enchanted Castle - Chapter 5 The Enchanted Castle - Chapter 5

The Enchanted Castle - Chapter 5
CHAPTER 5"Search and research proving vain," said Gerald, when every corner of the bedroom had been turned out and the ring had not been found, "the noble detective hero of our tale remarked that he would have other fish to fry in half a jiff, and if the rest of you want to hear about last night...""Let's keep it till we get to Mabel," said Kathleen heroically."The assignation was ten-thirty, wasn't it? Why shouldn't Gerald gas as we go along? I don't suppose anything very much happened, anyhow." This, of course, was Jimmy."That shows," remarked Gerald sweetly, "how much you know.... Long Stories - Post by : Vertster - Date : April 2012 - Author : Edith Nesbit - Read : 3436

The Enchanted Castle - Chapter 4 The Enchanted Castle - Chapter 4

The Enchanted Castle - Chapter 4
CHAPTER 4The difficulty was not only that Gerald had got the ring on and couldn't get it off, and was therefore invisible, but that Mabel, who had been invisible and therefore possible to be smuggled into the house, was now plain to be seen and impossible for smuggling purposes.The children would have not only to account for the apparent absence of one of themselves, but for the obvious presence of a perfect stranger."I can't go back to aunt. I can't and I won't," said Mabel firmly, "not if I was visible twenty times over.""She'd smell a rat if you did," Gerald... Long Stories - Post by : tonym - Date : April 2012 - Author : Edith Nesbit - Read : 3449

The Enchanted Castle - Chapter 3 The Enchanted Castle - Chapter 3

The Enchanted Castle - Chapter 3
CHAPTER 3Those of my readers who have gone about much with an invisible companion will not need to be told how awkward the whole business is. For one thing, however much you may have been convinced that your companion is invisible, you will, I feel sure, have found yourself every now and then saying, "This must be a dream!" or "I know I shall wake up in half a sec!" And this was the case with Gerald, Kathleen, and Jimmy as they sat in the white marble Temple of Flora, looking out through its arches at the sunshiny park and listening... Long Stories - Post by : daveo - Date : April 2012 - Author : Edith Nesbit - Read : 1403

The Enchanted Castle - Chapter 2 The Enchanted Castle - Chapter 2

The Enchanted Castle - Chapter 2
CHAPTER 2When you are young so many things are difficult to believe, and yet the dullest people will tell you that they are true such things, for instance, as that the earth goes round the sun, and that it is not flat but round. But the things that seem really likely, like fairy-tales and magic, are, so say the grown-ups, not true at all. Yet they are so easy to believe, especially when you see them happening. And, as I am always telling you, the most wonderful things happen to all sorts of people, only you never hear about them because... Long Stories - Post by : imported_n/a - Date : April 2012 - Author : Edith Nesbit - Read : 1844

The Enchanted Castle - Chapter 1 The Enchanted Castle - Chapter 1

The Enchanted Castle - Chapter 1
CHAPTER 1To Margaret Ostler with love from E. NesbitPeggy, you came from the heath and moor,And you brought their airs through my open door;You brought the blossom of youth to blowIn the Latin Quarter of Soho.For the sake of that magic I send you hereA tale of enchantments, Peggy dear, A bit of my work, and a bit of my heart...The bit that you left when we had to part.Royalty Chambers, Soho, W. 25 September 1907 There were three of them Jerry, Jimmy, and Kathleen. Of course, Jerry's name was Gerald, and not Jeremiah, whatever you may think; and Jimmy's name was... Long Stories - Post by : Faizal - Date : April 2012 - Author : Edith Nesbit - Read : 909

Albert's Uncle's Grandmother; Or, The Long-lost Albert's Uncle's Grandmother; Or, The Long-lost

Albert's Uncle's Grandmother; Or, The Long-lost
The shadow of the termination now descended in sable thunder-clouds upon our devoted nobs. As Albert's uncle said, "School now gaped for its prey." In a very short space of time we should be wending our way back to Blackheath, and all the variegated delightfulness of the country would soon be only preserved in memory's faded flowers. (I don't care for that way of writing very much. It would be an awful swat to keep it up--looking out the words and all that.) To speak in the language of every-day life, our holiday was jolly nearly up. We had had a... Short Stories - Post by : IPflyer - Date : October 2011 - Author : Edith Nesbit - Read : 2667

The Dragon's Teeth; Or Army-seed The Dragon's Teeth; Or Army-seed

The Dragon's Teeth; Or Army-seed
Albert's uncle was out on his bicycle as usual. After the day when we became Canterbury Pilgrims and were brought home in the dog-cart with red wheels by the lady he told us was his long-lost grandmother he had known years ago in India, he spent not nearly so much of his time in writing, and he used to shave every morning instead of only when requisite, as in earlier days. And he was always going out on his bicycle in his new Norfolk suit. We are not so unobserving as grown-up people make out. We knew well enough he was... Short Stories - Post by : hiprofits4u - Date : October 2011 - Author : Edith Nesbit - Read : 1016

The Canterbury Pilgrims The Canterbury Pilgrims

The Canterbury Pilgrims
The author of these few lines really does hope to goodness that no one will be such an owl as to think from the number of things we did when we were in the country, that we were wretched, neglected little children, whose grown-up relations sparkled in the bright haunts of pleasure, and whirled in the giddy what's-its-name of fashion, while we were left to weep forsaken at home. It was nothing of the kind, and I wish you to know that my father was with us a good deal--and Albert's uncle gave up a good many of his valuable hours... Short Stories - Post by : Happy_Face - Date : October 2011 - Author : Edith Nesbit - Read : 3470

The Benevolent Bar The Benevolent Bar

The Benevolent Bar
The tramp was very dusty about the feet and legs, and his clothes were very ragged and dirty, but he had cheerful twinkly gray eyes, and he touched his cap to the girls when he spoke to us, though a little as though he would rather not. We were on the top of the big wall of the Roman ruin in the Three Tree pasture. We had just concluded a severe siege with bows and arrows--the ones that were given us to make up for the pistol that was confiscated after the sad but not sinful occasion when it shot a... Short Stories - Post by : linkspar - Date : October 2011 - Author : Edith Nesbit - Read : 3480

The Sale Of Antiquities The Sale Of Antiquities

The Sale Of Antiquities
It began one morning at breakfast. It was the fifteenth of August--the birthday of Napoleon the Great, Oswald Bastable, and another very nice writer. Oswald was to keep his birthday on the Saturday, so that his father could be there. A birthday when there are only many happy returns is a little like Sunday or Christmas Eve. Oswald had a birthday-card or two--that was all; but he did not repine, because he knew they always make it up to you for putting off keeping your birthday, and he looked forward to Saturday. Albert's uncle had a whole stack of letters as... Short Stories - Post by : villarj - Date : October 2011 - Author : Edith Nesbit - Read : 583

Hunting The Fox Hunting The Fox

Hunting The Fox
It is idle to expect every one to know everything in the world without being told. If we had been brought up in the country we should have known that it is not done--to hunt the fox in August. But in the Lewisham Road the most observing boy does not notice the dates when it is proper to hunt foxes. And there are some things you cannot bear to think that anybody would think you would do; that is why I wish to say plainly at the very beginning that none of us would have shot a fox on purpose even... Short Stories - Post by : bobbiek - Date : October 2011 - Author : Edith Nesbit - Read : 1461

The High-born Babe The High-born Babe

The High-born Babe
It really was not such a bad baby--for a baby. Its face was round and quite clean, which babies' faces are not always, as I dare say you know by your own youthful relatives; and Dora said its cape was trimmed with real lace, whatever that may be--I don't see myself how one kind of lace can be realler than another. It was in a very swagger sort of perambulator when we saw it; and the perambulator was standing quite by itself in the lane that leads to the mill. "I wonder whose baby it is," Dora said. "Isn't it a... Short Stories - Post by : alfiee - Date : October 2011 - Author : Edith Nesbit - Read : 2717

Being Beavers; O, The Young Explorers (arctic Or Otherwise) Being Beavers; O, The Young Explorers (arctic Or Otherwise)

Being Beavers; O, The Young Explorers (arctic Or Otherwise)
You read in books about the pleasures of London, and about how people who live in the country long for the gay whirl of fashion in town because the country is so dull. I do not agree with this at all. In London, or at any rate Lewisham, nothing happens unless you make it happen; or if it happens it doesn't happen to you, and you don't know the people it does happen to. But in the country the most interesting events occur quite freely, and they seem to happen to you as much as to any one else. Very often... Short Stories - Post by : cormad - Date : October 2011 - Author : Edith Nesbit - Read : 1205