The Carved Lions E-Book

Mrs. Molesworth

• Herausgeber: Publisher s11838
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Beschreibung

The Carved Lions (1895) is a book by British author Mary Louisa Molesworth (Mrs. Molesworth). The book was first published by Macmillan and Company, London.  And 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

The Carved Lions

By

Mrs. Molesworth

Illustrator: L. Leslie Brooke

Table of Contents

CHAPTER I. OLD DAYS.

CHAPTER II. A HAPPY EVENING.

CHAPTER III. COMING EVENTS.

CHAPTER IV. ALL SETTLED.

CHAPTER V. AN UNPROMISING BEGINNING.

CHAPTER VI. A NEW WORLD.

CHAPTER VII. GATHERING CLOUDS.

CHAPTER VIII. "NOBODY—NOBODY."

CHAPTER IX. OUT IN THE RAIN.

CHAPTER X. TAKING REFUGE.

CHAPTER XI. KIND FRIENDS.

CHAPTER XII. GOOD NEWS.

OUR CONSULTATION TOOK A GOOD WHILE.

CHAPTER I. OLD DAYS.

It is already a long time since I was a little girl. Sometimes, when I look out upon the world and see how many changes have come about, how different many things are from what I can remember them, I could believe that a still longer time had passed since my childhood than is really the case. Sometimes, on the contrary, the remembrance of things that then happened comes over me so very vividly, so very real-ly, that I can scarcely believe myself to be as old as I am.

I can remember things in my little girlhood more clearly than many in later years. This makes me hope that the story of some part of it may interest children of to-day, for I know I have not forgotten the feelings I had as a child. And after all, I believe that in a great many ways children are very like each other in their hearts and minds, even though their lives may seem very different and very far apart.

The first years of my childhood were very happy, though there were some things in my life which many children would not like at all. My parents were not rich, and the place where we lived was not pretty or pleasant. It was a rather large town in an ugly part of the country, where great tall chimneys giving out black smoke, and streams—once clear sparkling brooks, no doubt—whose water was nearly as black as the smoke, made it often difficult to believe in bright blue sky or green grass, or any of the sweet pure country scenes that children love, though perhaps children that have them do not love them as much as those who have not got them do.