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Charlotte M. Yonge. Magnum Bonum; Or, Mother Carey's Brood
Magnum Bonum; Or, Mother Carey's Brood
Table of Contents
CHAPTER I.—JOE BROWNLOW’S FANCY
CHAPTER II. — THE CHICKENS
CHAPTER III. — THE WHITE SLATE
CHAPTER IV. — THE STRAY CHICKENS
CHAPTER V. — BRAINS AND NO BRAINS
CHAPTER VI. — ENCHANTED GROUND
CHAPTER VII. — THE COLONEL’S CHICKENS
CHAPTER VIII. — THE FOLLY
CHAPTER IX. — FLIGHTS
CHAPTER X. — ELLEN’S MAGNUM BONUMS
CHAPTER XI. — UNDINE
CHAPTER XII. — KING MIDAS
CHAPTER XIII. — THE RIVAL HEIRESSES
CHAPTER XIV. — PUMPING AWAY
CHAPTER XV. — THE BELFOREST MAGNUM BONUM
CHAPTER XVI. — POSSESSION
CHAPTER XVII. — POPINJAY PARLOUR
CHAPTER XVIII. — AN OFFER FOR MAGNUM BONUM
CHAPTER XIX. — THE SNOWY WINDING-SHEET
CHAPTER XX. — A RACE
CHAPTER XXI. — AN ACT OF INDEPENDENCE
CHAPTER XXII. — SHUTTING THE STABLE DOOR
CHAPTER XXIII. — THE LOST TREASURE
CHAPTER XXIV. — THE ANGEL MOUNTAIN
CHAPTER XXV. — THE LAND OF AFTERNOON
CHAPTER XXVI. MOONSHINE
CHAPTER XXVII. — BLUEBEARD’S CLOSET
CHAPTER XXVIII. — THE TURN OF THE WHEEL
CHAPTER XXIX. — FRIENDS AND UNFRIENDS
CHAPTER XXX. — AS WEEL OFF AS AYE WAGGING
CHAPTER XXXI. — SLACK TIDE
CHAPTER XXXII. — THE COST
CHAPTER XXXIII. — BITTER FAREWELLS
CHAPTER XXXIV. — BLIGHTED BEINGS
CHAPTER XXXV. THE PHANTOM BLACKCOCK OF KILNAUGHT
CHAPTER XXXVI. — OF NO CONSEQUENCE
CHAPTER XXXVII. — THE TRAVELLER’S JOY
CHAPTER XXXVIII. — THE TRUST FULFILLED
CHAPTER XXXIX. — THE TRUANT
CHAPTER XL. — EVIL OUT OF GOOD
CHAPTER XLI. — GOOD OUT OF EVIL
CHAPTER XLII. — DISENCHANTED
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Charlotte M. Yonge
Published by Good Press, 2021
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There was a pause to let grandmamma go up in peace, upon Mother Carey’s arm, and then a general romp and scurry all the way up the stairs, ending by Jock’s standing on one leg on the top post of the baluster, like an acrobat, an achievement which made even his father so giddy that he peremptorily desired it never to be attempted again, to the great relief of both the ladies. Then, coming into the drawing-room, Babie perched herself on his knee, and began, without the slightest preparation, the recitation of Cowper’s “Colubriad”:—
“My dear,” said her uncle, in a surprised but kind tone, as one who respected yet resented her feeling; “you may trust me not to rummage, as you call it, unnecessarily; but I know that I am executor, if you understand what that means, my dear.”
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