My New Home E-Book

Mary Louisa Molesworth

• Herausgeber: Mary Louisa Molesworth
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

My New Home written by Mary Louisa Molesworth. This book is one of many works by her. It has already Published in 1894. Now republish in ebook format. We believe this work is culturally important in its original archival form. While we strive to adequately clean and digitally enhance the original work, there are occasionally instances where imperfections such as blurred or missing pages, poor pictures or errant marks may have been introduced due to either the quality of the original work. Despite these occasional imperfections, we have brought it back into print as part of our ongoing global book preservation commitment, providing customers with access to the best possible historical reprints. We appreciate your understanding of these occasional imperfections, and sincerely hope you enjoy reading this book.

Leseprobe

My New Home

By

Mary Louisa Molesworth

Illustrator: L. Leslie Brooke

Table of Contents

CHAPTER I. WINDY GAP

CHAPTER II. AT THE FOOT OF THE LADDER

CHAPTER III. ONE AND SEVEN

CHAPTER IV. NEW FRIENDS AND A PLAN

CHAPTER V. A HAPPY DAY

CHAPTER VI. 'WAVING VIEW'

CHAPTER VII. THE BEGINNING OF TROUBLES

CHAPTER VIII. TWO LETTERS

CHAPTER IX. A GREAT CHANGE

CHAPTER X. NO. 29 CHICHESTER SQUARE

CHAPTER XI. AN ARRIVAL

CHAPTER XII. A CATASTROPHE

CHAPTER XIII. HARRY

CHAPTER XIV. KEZIA'S COUNSEL

CHAPTER XV. 'HAPPY EVER SINCE'

'I'd like to know your sisters that are as little as me's names.'

CHAPTER I. WINDY GAP

My name is Helena, and I am fourteen past. I have two other Christian names; one of them is rather queer. It is 'Naomi.' I don't mind having it, as I am never called by it, but I don't sign it often because it is such an odd name. My third name is not uncommon. It is just 'Charlotte.' So my whole name is 'Helena Charlotte Naomi Wingfield.'

I have never been called by any short name, like 'Lena,' or 'Nellie.' I think the reason must be that I am an only child. I have never had any big brother to shout out 'Nell' all over the house, or dear baby sisters who couldn't say 'Helena' properly. And what seems still sadder than having no brothers or sisters, I have never had a mother that I could remember. For mamma died when I was not much more than a year old, and papa six months before that.

But my history has not been as sad as you might think from this. I was very happy indeed when I was quite a little child. Till I was nine years old I really did not know what troubles were, for I lived with grandmamma, and she made up to me for everything I had not got: we loved each other so very dearly.

I will tell you about our life.

Grandmamma was not at all the sort of person most children think of when they hear of a grandmother in a story. She was not old, with white hair and spectacles and always a shawl on, even in the house, and very old-fashioned in her ways. She did wear caps, at least I think she always did, for, of course, she was not young. But her hair was very nicely done under them, and they were pretty fluffy things. She made them herself, and she made a great many other things herself—for me too. For, you will perhaps wonder more than ever at my saying what a happy child I was, when I tell you that we were really very poor.