The railway children E-Book

E. Nesbit

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

Beschreibung

The Children Railway is a children's book. Bobbie, Peter and Phyllis live in London with their parents. Their happy life is interrupted by the father's arrest and the country's move to his mother in a house near the railroad. The money is scarce and the children are worried. They spend a lot of time on the railroad, greet passengers of London-based trains. When a senior gentleman receives the greeting, Bobbie decides to ask for help from her father. A fun story, full of hope and love.

Leseprobe

Table of Contents

Chapter I. - The beginning of things.

Chapter II. - Peter’s coal-mine.

Chapter III. - The old gentleman.

Chapter IV. - The engine-burglar.

Chapter V. - Prisoners and captives.

Chapter VI. - Saviours of the train.

Chapter VII. - For valour.

Chapter VIII. - The amateur firemen.

Chapter IX. - The pride of Perks.

Chapter X. - The terrible secret.

Chapter XI. - The hound in the red jersey.

Chapter XII. - What Bobbie brought home.

Chapter XIII. - The hound’s grandfather.

Chapter XIV. - The End.

The Railway Children

by E. Nesbit

First digital edition 2018 by Maria Ruggieri

Chapter I. - The beginning of things.

They were not railway children to begin with. I don’t suppose they had ever thought about railways except as a means of getting to Maskelyne and Cook’s, the Pantomime, Zoological Gardens, and Madame Tussaud’s. They were just ordinary suburban children, and they lived with their Father and Mother in an ordinary red-brick-fronted villa, with coloured glass in the front door, a tiled passage that was called a hall, a bath-room with hot and cold water, electric bells, French windows, and a good deal of white paint, and ‘every modern convenience’, as the house-agents say.

There were three of them. Roberta was the eldest. Of course, Mothers never have favourites, but if their Mother HAD had a favourite, it might have been Roberta. Next came Peter, who wished to be an Engineer when he grew up; and the youngest was Phyllis, who meant extremely well.

Mother did not spend all her time in paying dull calls to dull ladies, and sitting dully at home waiting for dull ladies to pay calls to her. She was almost always there, ready to play with the children, and read to them, and help them to do their home-lessons. Besides this she used to write stories for them while they were at school, and read them aloud after tea, and she always made up funny pieces of poetry for their birthdays and for other great occasions, such as the christening of the new kittens, or the refurnishing of the doll’s house, or the time when they were getting over the mumps.

These three lucky children always had everything they needed: pretty clothes, good fires, a lovely nursery with heaps of toys, and a Mother Goose wall-paper. They had a kind and merry nursemaid, and a dog who was called James, and who was their very own. They also had a Father who was just perfect, never cross, never unjust, and always ready for a game, at least, if at any time he was NOT ready, he always had an excellent reason for it, and explained the reason to the children so interestingly and funnily that they felt sure he couldn’t help himself.

You will think that they ought to have been very happy. And so, they were, but they did not know HOW happy till the pretty life in the Red Villa was over and done with, and they had to live a very different life indeed.

The dreadful change came quite suddenly.

Peter had a birthday, his tenth. Among his other presents was a model engine more perfect than you could ever have dreamed of. The other presents were full of charm, but the Engine was fuller of charm than any of the others were.