The Laurel Walk
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Molesworth Mrs.. The Laurel Walk
Chapter One. A Rainy Evening
Chapter Two. A Break in the Clouds
Chapter Three. Mr Milne and Another
Chapter Four. Betty in Arms
Chapter Five. Autumn Leaves
Chapter Six “Not at Home.”
Chapter Seven. The Curtained Pew
Chapter Eight. When Things are at the Worst
Chapter Nine. They Begin to Mend
Chapter Ten. The Eyrie
Chapter Eleven. First Impressions
Chapter Twelve. Lady Emma “Gets it Over.”
Chapter Thirteen. Growing Interests
Chapter Fourteen. In the Old Library
Chapter Fifteen. Breaking Ground
Chapter Sixteen “I Don’t Quite Remember.”
Chapter Seventeen. The Laurel Walk Again
Chapter Eighteen “Elise.”
Chapter Nineteen. Unsatisfactory
Chapter Twenty. An Afternoon Letter
Chapter Twenty One. Horace
Chapter Twenty Two. Proverbs and Parents
Chapter Twenty Three. Not too “Smooth.”
Chapter Twenty Four “The Secret of the Panel.”
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Things, externally at least, had brightened up by the next morning. The rain had ceased during the night, and some rays of sunshine, doubly welcome after its late absence, though not without the touch of pathos often associated with it in late autumn, came peeping in at the dining-room window of Fir Cottage, when the family assembled there for breakfast. For Mr Morion, valetudinarian though he was, had not even the “qualités de ses défauts” in some respects. That is to say, he was exasperatingly punctual, and at all seasons and under almost all circumstances an exemplary early riser.
Naughty Eira groaned over this sometimes. “If he would but stay in bed, and enjoy his ill-health comfortably, and let us breakfast in peace, I could face the rest of the day ever so much more philosophically,” she used to say. “Or at least if he wouldn’t expect us to praise him for coming down in time when he hasn’t closed an eye all night!”
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Eira brightened up a little at this, and before her sisters left her, they had the satisfaction of seeing her comfortably established on the old sofa.
“Yes,” she said, as they nodded good-bye from the doorway, “I repeat, things never are so bad but that they might be worse. We might have a dining-room without a sofa.”
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