Category: Children & Young Adult Reading

The Golden Age

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Chapters

7. Part 7

'When I want to play,' he said gravely, 'I have to go and play in the street; but it's poor fun, I grant you. There's a goat, though, not far off, and sometimes I talk to him wh...

8. Part 8

but Nature had ordered it so, and in requital had provided for rapid successors. Did you come to love a pig, and he was taken from you, grief was quickly assuaged in the delight...

6. Part 6

'O _him_,' said Edward contemptuously: 'he can't help it, you know; it's a sort of way he's got. But it's these girls I can't make out. If they've anything really sensible to ta...

9. Part 9

Then we set to work seriously, and devoted the afternoon to a realisation of assets and the composition of a Budget that might have been dated without shame from Whitehall. The...

5. Part 5

Recalled to my senses by the shock, I fell back in the attitude every boy under these circumstances instinctively adopts--both elbows well up over your ears. I found myself faci...

4. Part 4

Fortunately, means were at hand for resolving any doubts on the subject, since the morning was Sunday, and already the bells were ringing for church. Lest the connexion may not...

2. Part 2

My invisible companion was singing also, and seemed at times to be chuckling softly to himself,--doubtless at thought of the strange new lessons he was teaching me; perhaps, too...

3. Part 3

The scene was familiar enough; and yet, this morning, how different it all seemed! The act, with its daring, tinted everything with new strange hues; affecting the individual wi...

1. Part 1

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10. Part 10

THE WORLD.--'Could only have been written by a poet full of happy imaginings, quaint conceits, and a certain winsome waywardness which has a charm of its own. . . . The closing...