The Wonderful Garden or The Three Cs
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Nesbit Edith. The Wonderful Garden or The Three Cs
CHAPTER I. THE BEGINNING
CHAPTER II. THE MANOR HOUSE
CHAPTER III. THE WONDERFUL GARDEN
CHAPTER IV. IN THESSALONIANS
CHAPTER V. THE MIDNIGHT ADVENTURE
CHAPTER VI. HUNTED
CHAPTER VII. BEING DETECTIVES
CHAPTER VIII. THE HEROINE
CHAPTER IX. THE MORNING AFTER
CHAPTER X. BREWING THE SPELL
CHAPTER XI. THE ROSICURIANS
CHAPTER XII. THE OTHER BOOK
CHAPTER XIII. THE ROSY CURE
CHAPTER XIV. THE MINERAL WOMAN
CHAPTER XV. JUSTICE
CHAPTER XVI. THE APPEAL TO CÆSAR
CHAPTER XVII. THE LE-O-PARD
CHAPTER XVIII. THE LEOPARD’S-BANE
CHAPTER XIX. F. OF H.D
CHAPTER XX. THE WAXEN MAN
CHAPTER XXI. THE ATONEMENT OF RUPERT
CHAPTER XXII. THE PORTRAIT
CHAPTER XXIII. THE END
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You can imagine the packing, the running up and down stairs, the difficulty of choosing what to leave behind – for that is, after all, what it comes to when you are going away, much more than the difficulty of choosing what you will take with you. Miss Sandal, surrounded by heaps of toys and books – far too large to have been got into the trunks, even if all the clothes had been left out – at last settled the question by promising to send on, by post or by carrier, any little thing which had been left behind and which the children should all agree was necessary to their happiness. ‘And the leopard-skin takes so much room,’ she said, ‘and I believe there are wild-beast-skins as well as stuffed animals at your uncle’s house.’ So they left the leopard-skin behind too. There was a good deal of whispered talk and mystery and consulting of books that morning, and Aunt Emmeline most likely wondered what it was all about. But perhaps she didn’t. She was very calm. Anyway, she must have known when, as the cab drew up in front of the door, the three children presented themselves before her with bouquets in their hands.
‘They are for you,’ said all three at once.
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From the wood they came to a smooth, green, grassy park dotted with trees, and in the middle of it, standing in a half-circle of chestnuts and sycamores, was the house.
It was a white, bow-windowed house, with a balcony at one end, and a porch, with white pillars and two broad steps; and the grass grew right up to the very doorsteps, which is unusual and very pretty. There was not a flower to be seen – only grass. The waggonette, of course, kept to the drive, which ran round to a side door – half glass.
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