|
1b00f4d
|
Nothing stands still, except in our memory.
|
|
time
|
Philippa Pearce |
|
a03b169
|
A habit of solitude in early childhood is not easily broken. Indeed, it may prove lifelong.
|
|
|
Philippa Pearce |
|
2c221a7
|
Good-bye, Mrs Bartholemew," said tom, shaking hands with stiff politeness; "and thank you very much for having me." "I shall look forward to our meeting again," said Mrs Bartholemew, equally primly. Tom went slowly down the attic stairs. Then, at the bottom, he hesitated: he turned impulsively and ran up again - two at a time - to where Hatty Bartholemew still stood... Afterwards, Aunt Gwen tried to describe to her husband that second part..
|
|
|
Philippa Pearce |
|
31c8ee8
|
You're very old, aren't you?" "Just as old as my tongue and a little older than my teeth."
|
|
|
Philippa Pearce |
|
0c412ff
|
And you probably have little idea of how delicious - how toothsome - how scrumptious - they are when eaten fresh. Of course, I have my worm larder -" He corrected himself. "Worm larders, well stocked, but the earthworm pursued, or promptly pounced upon, and eaten fresh - as I've said - Ah! the earthworm, there's nothing like it! You can have your slugs and your wireworms and your leatherjackets and as many ground beetles as you like to eat ..
|
|
|
Philippa Pearce |
|
0f33d87
|
He criss-crossed the kitchen-garden beyond the asparagus beds: fruit trees and strawberry beds and bean poles and a chicken-wire enclosure where raspberry canes and gooseberry bushes and currant bushes lived sheltered from the attack of birds. Beside the gooseberry wire grew a row of rhubarb. Each clump was covered with the end of an old tub or pot drain-pipe with sacking over the top. Between the loose staves of one of the tubends was some..
|
|
|
Philippa Pearce |
|
4b75563
|
1 am not "up to" anything, Cousin Edgar."
|
|
claire-fraser
diana-gabaldon
jamie-fraser
|
Philippa Pearce |
|
147c05a
|
If you don't get it, you don't get it." ... "If you don't get it, you may yet."
|
|
|
Philippa Pearce |
|
86c2ac2
|
I meant to ask Hatty questions about the garden,' Tom wrote to Peter, 'but somehow I forgot.' He always forgot. In the daytime, in the Kitsons' flat, he thought only of the garden, and sometimes he wondered about it: where it came from, what it all meant. Then he planned cunning questions to put to Hatty, that she would have to answer fully and without fancy; but each night, when he walked into the garden, he forgot to be a detective, and i..
|
|
|
Philippa Pearce |
|
38c1d7e
|
Was his brother's name Cain?' asked Tom. Hatty pretended not to have heard him. This was particularly irritating to Tom, as it was what he had to suffer from all the other people in the garden. 'Because the story of Cain and Abel is in the Bible, and Cain really killed Abel. I don't believe this Abel who gardens here has anything to do with the Bible Abel--except that he was called after him. I don't believe this Abel ever had a brother who..
|
|
|
Philippa Pearce |