The Phoenix and the Carpet E-Book

E. Nesbit

• Herausgeber: E. Nesbit
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015

Beschreibung

It began with the day when it was almost the Fifth of November, and a doubt arose in some breast—Robert's, I fancy—as to the quality of the fireworks laid in for the Guy Fawkes celebration.'They were jolly cheap,' said whoever it was, and I think it was Robert, 'and suppose they didn't go off on the night? Those Prosser kids would have something to snigger about then.''The ones I got are all right,' Jane said; 'I know they are, because the man at the shop said they were worth thribble the money—''I'm sure thribble isn't grammar,' Anthea said.'Of course it isn't,' said Cyril; 'one word can't be grammar all by itself, so you needn't be so jolly clever.'

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E. Nesbit

The Phoenix and the Carpet

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Table of contents

CHAPTER 1. THE EGG

CHAPTER 2. THE TOPLESS TOWER

CHAPTER 3. THE QUEEN COOK

CHAPTER 4. TWO BAZAARS

CHAPTER 5. THE TEMPLE

CHAPTER 6. DOING GOOD

CHAPTER 7. MEWS FROM PERSIA

CHAPTER 8. THE CATS, THE COW, AND THE BURGLAR

CHAPTER 9. THE BURGLAR'S BRIDE

CHAPTER 10. THE HOLE IN THE CARPET

CHAPTER 11. THE BEGINNING OF THE END

CHAPTER 12. THE END OF THE END

CHAPTER 1. THE EGG

It began with the day when it was almost the Fifth of November, and a doubt arose in some breast—Robert's, I fancy—as to the quality of the fireworks laid in for the Guy Fawkes celebration.'They were jolly cheap,' said whoever it was, and I think it was Robert, 'and suppose they didn't go off on the night? Those Prosser kids would have something to snigger about then.''The ones I got are all right,' Jane said; 'I know they are, because the man at the shop said they were worth thribble the money—''I'm sure thribble isn't grammar,' Anthea said.'Of course it isn't,' said Cyril; 'one word can't be grammar all by itself, so you needn't be so jolly clever.'Anthea was rummaging in the corner-drawers of her mind for a very disagreeable answer, when she remembered what a wet day it was, and how the boys had been disappointed of that ride to London and back on the top of the tram, which their mother had promised them as a reward for not having once forgotten, for six whole days, to wipe their boots on the mat when they came home from school.So Anthea only said, 'Don't be so jolly clever yourself, Squirrel. And the fireworks look all right, and you'll have the eightpence that your tram fares didn't cost to-day, to buy something more with. You ought to get a perfectly lovely Catharine wheel for eightpence.''I daresay,' said Cyril, coldly; 'but it's not YOUR eightpence anyhow—''But look here,' said Robert, 'really now, about the fireworks. We don't want to be disgraced before those kids next door. They think because they wear red plush on Sundays no one else is any good.''I wouldn't wear plush if it was ever so—unless it was black to be beheaded in, if I was Mary Queen of Scots,' said Anthea, with scorn.Robert stuck steadily to his point. One great point about Robert is the steadiness with which he can stick.'I think we ought to test them,' he said.'You young duffer,' said Cyril, 'fireworks are like postage-stamps. You can only use them once.''What do you suppose it means by "Carter's tested seeds" in the advertisement?'There was a blank silence. Then Cyril touched his forehead with his finger and shook his head.'A little wrong here,' he said. 'I was always afraid of that with poor Robert. All that cleverness, you know, and being top in algebra so often—it's bound to tell—'