Best books about Vikings fiction

Best books about Vikings fiction Juliet nodded and waved her hand, for the train was already in motion. He paused. "See here, Pa," he cried, "I happen to know one er two things about Hinter that I don't like. He's the boss of at least two bad men, an' I guess maybe there's more in the gang, too.",Cold, and half wild with horror, she yet retains her presence of mind, and, beckoning to one of the dogs, says imperiously, "At him, Spice!" pointing to Paul Rodney.,He finishes; but, to his amazement, and a good deal to his chagrin, on looking at Mona he finds she is wreathed in smiles,—nay, is in fact convulsed with silent laughter.,"No." Mrs. Keeler shook her head with finality, "I can't trust you out o' my sight. You gotta set right there where you be.",Shipley laid a claw-like hand on his friend's arm and turned his rheumy eyes on Sward's blinking blue ones. "Benjamin, we're goin' after the deacon's apples, but we ain't goin' to take no windfalls."，Elinor laughed her low ripple. "We didn't find Francis Edward David till the middle of December, and it's now the third week in January. I don't think we've let much grass grow under our feet."，"Other people have done it,—do it every day," says Dorothy, stoutly. She has dried her eyes, and is looking almost as pretty as ever. "We might find a dear nice little house somewhere, Nicholas," this rather vaguely, "might we not? with some furniture in Queen Anne's style. Queen Anne, or what looks like her, is not so very expensive now, is she?"，The old woman outside called to them, "Friends, is it smoking in there now?""Where are you going—far from the camp?" asked the old woman.

Billy thought a moment. "Say, how'd you like to go out in my punt, on Levee Crick? I kin show you some cute baby mushrats an' some dandy black-birds' nests. It's not far away. We go 'cross that big fallow and through a strip o' hardwoods an' then we climb a stump fence—an' there's the crick. It's an awful fine crick, an' plumb full of bass an' pike. Say, will you go?","Dr. Etwald?","Why don't you? The Sand-sharkers aren't above doin' it, are they?",This small boy seemed to accept the limitations of his lot with a Micawber-like philosophy. Indeed it may easily have escaped his youthful notice, that there were persons in the world who did not have to spend a day in bed while their clothing was being washed. To Mannel a second set of garments, even of so simple a character as those he constantly wore, would have seemed untold wealth.,"He did, sir. Leastways he arsked me to arsk Dido 'bout it.","How dare you find a defect in my appearance?" says Mona, with her old gay laugh. "You compel me to retaliate. Just look at yourself. Did you ever see such a regular pickle as you are?",They found something to eat and water to wash in and felt ten times better.,"We can ring if Bruce has no other key," said Elinor hastily. "She'll surely let us in.","Like a charm to keep off ghosts," laughed Patricia. "Perhaps we ought to cross our fingers, Ju, when we remember to. That might help, too.","Where?" asks Doatie, eagerly.,"I have a postscript to add," smiled Bruce. "Sometimes, as you know, the postscript is of great importance.","That is a pretty verse," she says, quietly. "But I do not know the poem. I should like to read it.".