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THE GARDEN PARTY (1921) By Katherine Mansfield. And And And after after after all all all the the the weather weather weather was was was ideal. ideal. ideal. They They They could could could not not have not have had have had a had a a more more perfect more perfect perfect day day day for for for a a a garden-party party party if if if they ...
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Book Source: Digital Library of India Item 2015.22221dc.contributor.author: Mansfield, Katherinedc.date.accessioned: 2015-06-24T16:25:07Zdc.date.available:... Skip to main content We will keep fighting for all libraries - stand with us!
May 4, 2023 · English. 660 p. (loose-leaf) : 26 cm. "The updated and revised 15th edition of America's favorite cookbook The Better Homes and Gardens New Cook Book has been an American favorite since 1930, selling 40 million copies through fourteen editions. This new 15th Edition is the best yet, with hundreds of all-new recipes and a fresh, contemporary style.
Home & Garden Party Cookbook Paperback. Home & Garden Party Cookbook. Paperback. by President Penny Carlile (Author) 3.0 1 rating. See all formats and editions. hame & garden cookbook, lots of delicious recipes to make your next party a huge success! Language. English.
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A few moments later the back door of one of the bungalows opened, and a figurein a broad-striped bathing suit flung down the paddock, cleared the stile,rushed through the tussock grass into the hollow, staggered up the sandyhillock, and raced for dear life over the big porous stones, over the cold, wetpebbles, on to the hard sand that gleamed like ...
Beryl was alone in the living-room when Stanley appeared, wearing a blue sergesuit, a stiff collar and a spotted tie. He looked almost uncannily clean andbrushed; he was going to town for the day. Dropping into his chair, he pulledout his watch and put it beside his plate. “I’ve just got twenty-five minutes,” he said. “Youmight go and see if the po...
“Wait for me, Isa-bel! Kezia, wait for me!” There was poor little Lottie, left behind again, because she found it sofearfully hard to get over the stile by herself. When she stood on the firststep her knees began to wobble; she grasped the post. Then you had to put oneleg over. But which leg? She never could decide. And when she did finally putone ...
In a steamer chair, under a manuka tree that grew in the middle of the frontgrass patch, Linda Burnell dreamed the morning away. She did nothing. Shelooked up at the dark, close, dry leaves of the manuka, at the chinks of bluebetween, and now and again a tiny yellowish flower dropped on her.Pretty—yes, if you held one of those flowers on the palm o...
The tide was out; the beach was deserted; lazily flopped the warm sea. The sunbeat down, beat down hot and fiery on the fine sand, baking the grey and blueand black and white-veined pebbles. It sucked up the little drop of water thatlay in the hollow of the curved shells; it bleached the pink convolvulus thatthreaded through and through the sand-hi...
The sun was still full on the garden when the back door of the Burnells’shut with a bang, and a very gay figure walked down the path to the gate. Itwas Alice, the servant-girl, dressed for her afternoon out. She wore a whitecotton dress with such large red spots on it and so many that they made youshudder, white shoes and a leghorn turned up under ...
A strange company assembled in the Burnells’ washhouse after tea. Roundthe table there sat a bull, a rooster, a donkey that kept forgetting it was adonkey, a sheep and a bee. The washhouse was the perfect place for such ameeting because they could make as much noise as they liked, and nobody everinterrupted. It was a small tin shed standing apart f...
Light shone in the windows of the bungalow. Two square patches of gold fellupon the pinks and the peaked marigolds. Florrie, the cat, came out on to theveranda, and sat on the top step, her white paws close together, her tailcurled round. She looked content, as though she had been waiting for thismoment all day. “Thank goodness, it’s getting late,”...
Why does one feel so different at night? Why is it so exciting to be awake wheneverybody else is asleep? Late—it is very late! And yet every moment youfeel more and more wakeful, as though you were slowly, almost with everybreath, waking up into a new, wonderful, far more thrilling and exciting worldthan the daylight one. And what is this queer sen...
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