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J. M. Barrie

The Little White Bird, or Adventures in Kensington gardens

  • Paulina Manjarrésciteerde uit5 jaar geleden
    David knows that all children in our part of London were once birds in the Kensington Gardens; and that the reason there are bars on nursery windows and a tall fender by the fire is because very little people sometimes forget that they have no longer wings, and try to fly away through the window or up the chimney
  • ongmagdelynciteerde uit8 jaar geleden
    The barber’s pole I successfully extracted from David’s mouth, but the difficulty (not foreseen) of knowing how to dispose of a barber’s pole in the Kensington Gardens is considerable, there always being polite children hovering near who run after you and restore it to you
  • ongmagdelynciteerde uit8 jaar geleden
    To this last charge I plead guilty, for in those days I had a pathetic faith in legerdemain, and the eyebrow feat (which, however, is entirely an affair of skill) having yielded such good results, I naturally cast about for similar diversions when it ceased to attract.
  • ongmagdelynciteerde uit8 jaar geleden
    That she pretended it was a real cap, with real streamers, when she knew Mary had made the whole thing out of a muslin blind.
  • ongmagdelynciteerde uit8 jaar geleden
    I encouraged him that I might notch another point against her. I was now seeing David once at least every week, his mother, who remained culpably obtuse to my sinister design, having instructed Irene that I was to be allowed to share him with her, and we had become close friends, though the little nurse was ever a threatening shadow in the background. Irene, in short, did not improve with acquaintance.
  • ongmagdelynciteerde uit8 jaar geleden
    That was on a Monday. On Tuesday he climbed the stone stair of the Gold King, looking over his shoulder gloriously at each step, and on Wednesday he struck three and went into knickerbockers. For the Kensington Gardens, you must know, are full of short cuts, familiar to all who play there; and the shortest leads from the baby in long clothes to the little boy of three riding on the fence. It is called the Mother’s Tragedy.
    If you are a burgess of the gardens (which have a vocabulary of their own), the faces of these quaint mothers are a clock to you, in which you may read the ag
  • ongmagdelynciteerde uit8 jaar geleden
    Not, however, that you will see David in his perambulator much lo
  • ongmagdelynciteerde uit8 jaar geleden
    He held out his wistful arms and nodded repeatedly, and I faltered, but my glorious scheme saved me, and I walked on. It was a scheme conceived in a flash, and ever since relentlessly pursued, to burrow under Mary’s influence with the boy, expose her to him in all her vagaries, take him utterly from her and make him mine.
  • ongmagdelynciteerde uit8 jaar geleden
    “I don’t understand what you want, darling,” said she in distress, and looked at me inquiringly, and I understood what he wanted, and let her see that I understood. Had I been prepared to converse with her, I should have said elatedly that, had she known what he wanted, still she could not have done it, though she had practised for twenty years.
  • ongmagdelynciteerde uit8 jaar geleden
    I merely raised my hat, and at that she turned quickly to David—I cannot understand why the movement was so hasty—and lowered her face to his
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