My New Home

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Molesworth Mrs.. My New Home

CHAPTER I. WINDY GAP

CHAPTER II. AT THE FOOT OF THE LADDER

CHAPTER III. ONE AND SEVEN

CHAPTER IV. NEW FRIENDS AND A PLAN

CHAPTER V. A HAPPY DAY

CHAPTER VI 'WAVING VIEW'

CHAPTER VII. THE BEGINNING OF TROUBLES

CHAPTER VIII. TWO LETTERS

CHAPTER IX. A GREAT CHANGE

CHAPTER X. NO. 29 CHICHESTER SQUARE

CHAPTER XI. AN ARRIVAL

CHAPTER XII. A CATASTROPHE

CHAPTER XIII. HARRY

CHAPTER XIV. KEZIA'S COUNSEL

CHAPTER XV 'HAPPY EVER SINCE'

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No, perhaps I was rather hasty in saying I could now go straight on about what I remember myself. There are still a few things belonging to the time before I can remember, which I had better explain now, to keep it all in order.

I have spoken of grandmamma as being alone in the world, and so she was – as far as having no one very near her – no other children, and not any brothers or sisters of her own. And on my mother's side I had no relations worth counting. Mamma was an only child, and her father had married again after her mother died, and then, some years after, he died himself, and mamma's half-brothers and sisters had never even seen her, as they were out in India. So none of her relations have anything to do with my story or with me.

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It was so delightful to wake the next morning and see Dollysweet in her nest beside me. She slept there every night for several years, and I am afraid after some time she slept there a good deal in the day also. For I gave up playing with dolls rather young – playing with a doll, I should say. I found it more interesting to have lots of little ones, or of things that did instead of dolls – dressed-up chessmen did very well at one time – that I could make move about and act and be anything I wanted them to be, more easily than one or two big dolls.

Still I always took care of Dollysweet. I never neglected her or let her get dirty and untidy, though in time, of course, her pink-and-white complexion faded into pallid yellow, and her bright hair grew dull, and, worst of all – after that I never could bear to look at her – one of her sky-blue eyes dropped, not out, but into her hollow head.

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