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The precocious child who encountered the burglar in the house at night and entertained him while he pillaged, so as to save her father, who was asleep in an adjoining room, was a creature of Mrs. Burnett's imagination. She was an entertaining youngster, as self-possessed and mentally alert, in her strange situation, as Lewis Carroll's Alice in her famous interview with the Mock Turtle.
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EDITHA'S BURGLAR
FRANCES HODGSON BURNETT
Editha's Burglar, F. Hodgson Burnett
Jazzybee Verlag Jürgen Beck
86450 Altenmünster, Loschberg 9
Deutschland
ISBN: 9783849649005
Illustrated by Henry Sandham (1842 – 1910)
www.jazzybee-verlag.de
I.1
II.7
I WILL begin by saying that Editha was always rather a queer little girl, and not much like other children. She was not a strong, healthy little girl, and had never been able to run about and play; and, as she had no sisters, or brothers, or companions of her own size, she was rather old-fashioned, as her aunts used to call it. She had always been very fond of books, and had learned to read when she was such a tiny child, that I should almost be afraid to say how tiny she was when she read her first volume through. Her papa wrote books himself, and was also the editor of a newspaper; and, as he had a large library, Editha perhaps read more than was quite good for her. She lived in London; and, as her mamma was very young and pretty, and went out a great deal, and her papa was so busy, and her governess only came in the morning, she was left to herself a good many hours in the day, and when she was left to herself, she spent the greater part of her time in the library reading her papa's big books, and even his newspapers.
She was very fond of the newspapers, because she found so many curious things in them, — stories, for instance, of strange events which happened every day in the great city of London, and yet never seemed to happen anywhere near where she lived. Through the newspapers, she found that there were actually men who lived by breaking into peoples' houses and stealing all the nice things they could carry away, and she read that such men were called burglars. When she first began to read about burglars, she was very much troubled. In the first place, she felt rather timid about going to bed at night, and, in the second place, she felt rather sorry for the burglars.
" I suppose no one ever taught them any better," she thought.
SHE SPENT MOST OF HER TIME IN THE LIBRARY READING HER PAPA'S BIG BOOKS.
In fact, she thought so much about the matter that she could not help asking her papa some questions one morning when he was at breakfast. He was reading his paper and eating his chops both at once when she spoke to him.
" Papa," she said, in a solemn little voice, and looking at him in a very solemn manner, "papa dear, what do you think of burglars, — as a class? " (She said " as a class," because she had heard one of her papa's friends say it, and as he was a gentleman she admired very much, she liked to talk as he did.) Her papa gave a little jump in his chair, as if she had startled him, and then he pushed his hair off his forehead and stared at her.
" Burglars! As a class! " he said, and then he stared at her a minute again in rather a puzzled way. " Bless my soul! " he said. " As a class, Nixie! " (That was his queer pet name for her.) " Nixie, where is your mother? "