Author: Menella Bute SmedleyPublisher:
ISBN:
Category :
Languages : en
Pages : 256
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The Maiden Aunt
Author: Richard Brinsley KnowlesPublisher:
ISBN:
Category :
Languages : en
Pages : 76
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The Maiden Aunt
Author: Menella Bute SmedleyPublisher:
ISBN:
Category :
Languages : en
Pages : 256
Book Description
Two Maiden Aunts
Author: Mary H. DebenhamPublisher: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform
ISBN: 9781548071639
Category :
Languages : en
Pages : 242
Book Description
CHAPTER I THE AUNTS 'Child, be mother to this child.'-E. B. BROWNING. t was seven o'clock on an autumn morning nearly a hundred years ago. A misty October morning, when the meadows looked grey with the heavy dew, and the sky was only just beginning to show pale blue through the haze which veiled it. There was a certain little hamlet, just a few cottages clustered together beside a country road, where the world seemed hardly yet awake. The road ran across a wide common, where the cows and horses and geese wandered about pretty much as they chose, and the blackberries grew as they grow only on waste ground. The blackberry season was pretty nearly over, and the damp had taken the taste out of those which the village children had left, but the dewy nights were still warm enough to bring up the mushrooms like fairy tables in all directions, and there was at least one gatherer from the village who had been astir an hour ago, for the common was a well-known mushroom ground, and early birds had the best chance. He was coming back now with a goodly basketful, shaking showers of dew off the grass at every step and leaving a track of footmarks behind him. Through the mist he looked a sort of giant, but he was only a tall, sturdy lad of seventeen, in a fustian jacket and the wide hat which countrymen used to wear in the days of our grandfathers. He turned off the common before he reached the village and went down a little lane, at the end of which stood a small gabled house, in a garden where the autumn flowers hung their heads under the heavy dew. There was a paddock behind the house where a cow was feeding, and a gate led through a yard to the back door, and thither the boy was turning when he noticed a little girl in homespun frock and sun-bonnet leaning over the garden gate, looking up rather wistfully at the shuttered windows of the house. She gave a great start as the boy came behind her and laid his hand suddenly on her shoulder. 'Now then, Nance, ' he said severely, 'what are you about, disturbing the place at this time in the morning?' The little girl shook his hand off with an impatient shrug. 'What be you about, Pete, starting me like that? I'm not doing nothing nor disturbing nobody. I can look at the cottage, I suppose, without you to call me up for it?' 'Mother'll be fine and angry when she hears what you've been at, ' said the boy, 'peeping and prying on the young ladies, and them in trouble.' Nancy put up her pretty lip with the injured look of a spoilt child. 'I'm not peeping nor prying nor hurting nobody, and, if I am, what are you doing, I should like to know?' Then, as she noticed his basket, she clapped her hands with a little triumphant laugh. 'I know what 'tis you're after, ' she cried; 'you've been off and got them mushrooms, and you've brought them for the young ladies so as you can see Penny or maybe Miss Betty herself, and hear whether it's really true. And haven't I got some eggs, my own hen's eggs, here for them, and only just waiting till they open the shutters to take them in?' 'Well, why don't you go round to the back door, as is the proper place for you, ' said the stern elder brother, 'instead of staring at gentlefolks' houses like a great gawky?' 'Well, come to that, I know which is the biggest gawky of us two, ' said pert little Nance; 'and, if you must know, I was just waiting for the chance of Miss Betty coming down, seeing Penny might be in one of her tantrums and not tell me a word.' Then, as the front door of the house suddenly opened, she exclaimed, joyously, 'Look, if she isn't there, ' and was darting in at the gate, when her brother caught her and held her back....
I, and My Two Maiden Aunts
Author: Toby Longpole (pseud.)Publisher:
ISBN:
Category :
Languages : en
Pages : 60
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Recollections of a Maiden Aunt
Author: RecollectionsThe Mother and the Maiden Aunt
Author: John E. BarhamPublisher: Troubador Publishing
ISBN: 9781848764651
Category : Biography & Autobiography
Languages : en
Pages : 300
Book Description
The women of the Greene family were great letter writers and, just as significantly, made a point of keeping the letters they received. John Barham has edited the letters written between 1909 and 1912 by Eva Greene, his grandmother, and Alice, her sister-in-law, and aunts of author Graham Greene. The letters are not only a fascinating account of the women's lives, in Brazil, England and Switzerland, but also offer glimpses into the deep friendship and affection between the sisters-in-law, as well as forming a valuable historical record. Eva's letters provide a vivid insight into her busy life. She was frequently so busy that letters were written over several days, and usually included the time of day when each piece was written. It is the freshness of her descriptions that makes her letters so fascinating. While Alice's letters, besides frequent references to Eva's children, contained news about her own activities and those of her three sisters and two brothers and her lover, Betty Molteno.It seems probable that these and other letters were kept at Harston House, near Cambridge, until the death of Sir Graham Greene, Alice's eldest brother, in 1950. After the house was cleared the letters eventually found their way to a cousin and then onto John, who has been able to edit and publish them. Alice's letters were in a ring binder while Eva's were all in their original envelopes, which enabled John to trace the delivery of so many of them.John recently published the first set of letters written by Alice in Alice Greene, Teacher and Campaigner. South African Correspondence 1887-1902 (ISBN 9781905886432)
The Maiden Aunt
Author: Menella Bute SmedleyPublisher: Palala Press
ISBN: 9781357956721
Category :
Languages : en
Pages :
Book Description
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The Maiden Aunt
Author: Wide Awake
Author: Publisher:
ISBN:
Category : Children's literature, American
Languages : en
Pages : 530
Book Description
Includes "1 albertype (identified as Forbes in the plate) portrait of U.S. Grant and identified as such in the table of contents. ..."--Hanson Collection catalog, p. 83.
Two Maiden Aunts (Esprios Classics)
Author: Mary H. DebenhamPublisher: Blurb
ISBN: 9781006672439
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 164
Book Description
"It was seven o'clock on an autumn morning nearly a hundred years ago. A misty October morning, when the meadows looked grey with the heavy dew, and the sky was only just beginning to show pale blue through the haze which veiled it. There was a certain little hamlet, just a few cottages clustered together beside a country road, where the world seemed hardly yet awake. The road ran across a wide common, where the cows and horses and geese wandered about pretty much as they chose, and the blackberries grew as they grow only on waste ground."