Subject: Agnes Grey
AT eighteen, Miss Murray was to emerge from the quiet obscurity of
the schoolroom into the full blaze of the fashionable world – as
much of it, at least, as could be ha...
Subject: Dorothy and the Wizard in Oz
When they came to the mountain it proved to be a rugged, towering
chunk of deep green glass, and looked dismal and forbidding in the
extreme. Half way up the steep was a yaw...
THE 31st of January was a wild, tempestuous day: there was a
strong north wind, with a continual storm of snow drifting on the
ground and whirling through the air. My frien...
When the Wizard awoke the six colored suns were shining down upon the
Land of the Mangaboos just as they had done ever since his arrival.
The little man, having had a good sl...
FOR a few months I remained peaceably at home, in the quiet
enjoyment of liberty and rest, and genuine friendship, from all of
which I had fasted so long; and in the earnest ...
The words of the cold and moist vegetable Prince were not very
comforting, and as he spoke them he turned away and left the
enclosure. The children, feeling sad and desponde...
BESIDES the old lady, there was another relative of the family,
whose visits were a great annoyance to me – this was ‘Uncle
Robson,’ Mrs. Bloomfield’s...
After the Wizard had wiped the dampness from his sword and taken it
apart and put the pieces into their leathern case again, the man with
the star ordered some of his people ...
I SPARE my readers the account of my delight on coming home, my
happiness while there – enjoying a brief space of rest and liberty
in that dear, familiar place, among t...
The doorway of the glass palace was quite big enough for the horse and
buggy to enter, so Zeb drove straight through it and the children
found themselves in a lofty hall that...
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