Adres Kinderboekenmuseum Den Haag

Adres Kinderboekenmuseum Den Haag Register and receive 188k The man, seeing Mona, breaks from the woman, and comes up to her.,Below is the lake, bathed in moonshine. A gentle wind has arisen, and little wavelets silver-tinged are rolling inward, breaking themselves with tender sobs upon the shore.,"That isn't her name at all," says Geoffrey. "My father was a baronet, you know: she is Lady Rodney.","Where are people when they are not at home?" asks Mona, simply.,She has crossed the rustic bridge that leads into the Moore plantations, in hot pursuit of a young turkey that is evidently filled with a base determination to spend his Sunday out.，"I am sure we shall all be very glad," she says, faintly, feeling herself bound to make some remark.，Thus the people got their first medicine pipe. It was long ago.，"Now, once for all, Mona," interrupts he, with determination, "I strictly forbid you ever to go to Ryan's cottage again.""Nothing," replied the old man. "I fell down and spilled my arrows, and I am putting them back."

For what, after all, is love, but,His breath grows fainter, his eyelids close.,"Well, you know it now. I do object," says Geoffrey, in a tone he has never used to her before. Not that it is unkind or rude, but cold and unlover-like.,That is how the people came to possess the Worm Pipe. That pipe belongs to the band of Piegans known as the Worm People.,"I will do my best," says Mona, earnestly; "but if I fail,—if after all my efforts your mother still refuses to love me, how will it be then?","You've been reading novels," says Rodney, contemptuously.,"And the lamp, did you find it burning?",This tirade has hardly the effect upon Dorothy that might be desired. She still stands firm, utterly unshaken by the storm that has just swept over her (frail child though she is), and, except for a slight touch of indignation that is fast growing within her eyes, appears unmoved.,She turns through a broken gap into a ploughed field, and breaks into a quick run.,"Now you speak sensibly. The sooner you begin to hate me the better.",Some time elapses before he speaks again, and Mona is almost hoping he may have fallen into a quiet slumber, when he opens his eyes and says, regretfully,—,Once, a long time ago, the antelope and the deer happened to meet on the prairie. They spoke together, giving each other the news, each telling what he had seen and done. After they had talked for a time the antelope told the deer how fast he could run, and the deer said that he could run fast too, and before long each began to say that he could run faster than the other. So they agreed that they would have a race to decide which could run the faster, and on this race they bet their galls. When they started, the antelope ran ahead of the deer from the very start and won the race and so took the deer's gall..