Scanned by Charles Keller with OmniPage Professional OCR software donated by Caere Corporation, 1-800-535-7226. Contact Mike Lough THE WHITE PEOPLE BY FRANCES HODGSON BURNETT TO LIONEL “The stars come nightly to the sky; The tidal wave unto the sea; Nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high Can keep my own away from me.” THE
The Shuttle by Frances Hodgson Burnett
Scanned by Charles Keller with OmniPage Professional OCR software donated by Caere Corporation, 1-800-535-7226. Contact Mike Lough THE SHUTTLE BY FRANCES HODGSON BURNETT CONTENTS CHAPTER I. THE WEAVING OF THE SHUTTLE II. A LACK OF PERCEPTION III. YOUNG LADY ANSTRUTHERS IV. A MISTAKE OF THE POSTBOY’S V. ON BOTH SIDES OF THE ATLANTIC VI. AN
The Secret Garden, by Frances Hodgson Burnett
There was a laurel-hedged walk which curved round the secret garden and ended at a gate which opened into a wood, in the park.
The Lost Prince by Francis Hodgson Burnett
Scanned by Charles Keller with OmniPage Professional OCR software donated by Caere Corporation, 1-800-535-7226. Contact Mike Lough THE LOST PRINCE Francis Hodgson Burnett CONTENTS I The New Lodgers at No. 7 Philibert Place II A Young Citizen of the World III The Legend of the Lost Prince IV The Rat V “Silence Is Still the
The Dawn of A To-morrow by Frances Hodgson Burnett
Scanned by Charles Keller with OmniPage Professional OCR software donated by Caere Corporation, 1-800-535-7226. Contact Mike Lough THE DAWN OF A TO-MORROW By FRANCES HODGSON BURNETT I There are always two ways of looking at a thing, frequently there are six or seven; but two ways of looking at a London fog are quite enough.
T. Tembarom by Frances Hodgson Burnett
This etext was produced by Charles Franks and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team T. TEMBAROM by Frances Hodgson Burnett CHAPTER I: The boys at the Brooklyn public school which he attended did not know what the “T.” stood for. He would never tell them. All he said in reply to questions was: “It don’t stand
Sara Crewe, by Frances Hodgson BurnettOr, What Happened at Miss Minchin’s
SARA CREWE OR WHAT HAPPENED AT MISS MINCHIN’S BY FRANCES HODGSON BURNETT In the first place, Miss Minchin lived in London. Her home was a large, dull, tall one, in a large, dull square, where all the houses were alike, and all the sparrows were alike, and where all the door-knockers made the same heavy
Racketty-Packetty House by Frances H. Burnett
As told by Queen Crosspatch Now this is the story about the doll family I liked and the doll family I didn’t. When you read it you are to remember something I am going to tell you. This is it: If you think dolls never do anything you don’t see them do, you are very
Little Saint Elizabeth, and Other Stories by Frances Hodgson Burnett
LITTLE SAINT ELIZABETH And Other Stories BY FRANCES HODGSON BURNETT 1888 CONTENTS Little Saint Elizabeth The Story of Prince Fairyfoot The Proud Little Grain of Wheat Behind the White Brick LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS FROM DRAWINGS BY REGINALD B. BIRCH “There she is,” they would cry. It was Aunt Clotilde, who had sunk forward while kneeling
Little Lord Fauntleroy by Frances Hodgson Burnett
Scanned by Charles Keller with OmniPage Professional OCR software donated by Caere Corporation, 1-800-535-7226. Contact Mike Lough LITTLE LORD FAUNTLEROY BY FRANCES HODGSON BURNETT I Cedric himself knew nothing whatever about it. It had never been even mentioned to him. He knew that his papa had been an Englishman, because his mamma had told him
A Little Princess by Frances Hodgson Burnett
“I think they are perfectly ridiculous,” replied Miss Minchin, sharply; “but they will look very well at the head of the line when we take the schoolchildren to church on Sunday. She has been provided for as if she were a little princess.”
A Lady of Quality by Francis H. Burnett
This etext was prepared from the 1896 Fredericke Warne & Co. edition by David Price, email ccx074@coventry.ac.uk A LADY OF QUALITY Being a most curious, hitherto unknown history, as related by Mr. Isaac Bickerstaff but not presented to the World of Fashion through the pages of The Tatler, and now for the first time written