L. T. Meade

Daddy's Girl (eBook, ePUB)

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Produktbeschreibung

Philip Ogilvie and his pretty wife were quarrelling, as their custom was, in the drawing-room of the great house in Belgrave Square, but the Angel in the nursery upstairs knew nothing at all about that. She was eight years old, and was, at that critical moment when her father and mother were having words which might embitter all their lives, and perhaps sever them for ever, unconsciously and happily decorating herself before the nursery looking-glass.

The occasion was an important one, and the Angel's rosebud lips were pursed up in her anxiety, and her dark, pretty brows were somewhat raised, and her very blue eyes were fixed on her own charming little reflection.

"Shall it be buttercups, or daisies, or both?" thought the Angel to herself.

A box of wild flowers, which had come up from the country that day, lay handy. There were violets and primroses, and quantities of buttercups and daisies, amongst these treasures.

"Mother likes me when I am pretty, father likes me anyhow," she thought, and then she stood and contemplated herself, and pensively took up a bunch of daisies and held them against her small, slightly flushed cheek, and then tried the effect of the buttercups in her golden brown hair. By-and-by, she skipped away from the looking-glass, and ran up to a tall, somewhat austere lady, who was seated at a round table, writing busily.

"What do you want, Sibyl? Don't disturb me now," said this individual.

"It is only just for a moment," replied the Angel, knitting her brows, and standing in such a position that she excluded all light from falling on the severe-looking lady's writing-pad.

"Which is the prettiest, buttercups or daisies, or the two twisted up together?" she said.

"Oh, don't worry me, child, I want to catch this post. My brother is very ill, and he'll be so annoyed if he doesn't hear from me. Did you say buttercups and daisies mixed? Yes, of course, mix them, that is the old nursery rhyme."

The little Sibyl stamped a small foot encased in a red shoe with an impatient movement, and turned once more to contemplate herself in the glass. Miss Winstead, the governess, resumed her letter, and a clock on the mantelpiece struck out seven silvery chimes.

"They'll be going in to dinner; I must be very quick indeed," thought the child. She began to pull out the flowers, to arrange them in little groups, and presently, by the aid of numerous pins, to deck her small person.

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Produktdetails

• Verlag: Sai ePublications
• Seitenzahl: 200
• Erscheinungstermin: 9. Januar 2017
• Englisch
• ISBN-13: 9781304873552
• Artikelnr.: 47510946

Autorenporträt

Writing under the name L. T. Meade, Elizabeth Thomasina Meade Smith (1844 1914) wrote a lot of stories for girls. Her father was the Rev. R. T. Meade of Nohoval, County Cork, and she was born in Bandon, County Cork. After that, she went to London and got married to Alfred Toulmin Smith there in September 1879. She started writing when she was 17 years old and finished over 280 books during her lifetime. In fact, eleven new books with her name on them came out in the first few years after she died, showing how productive she was. Most people knew her for her books for kids. The most popular was A World of Girls, which came out in 1886. 37,000 versions of A World of Girls were sold, and it had a big impact on school stories for girls in the 20th century. She did, however, write "sentimental" and "sensational" stories, religious stories, historical books, adventure stories, romances, and mysteries, some of which were co-written by men. Dr. Clifford Halifax was the first of these. They worked together for the first time in 1893 and wrote six books together. After a year, she worked with Robert Eustace for the first time and together they published eleven books.