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Princess and the Goblin by George MacDonald 12-14 Free Audiobooks Kids Open Children's Library.
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recording by lizzy driver the princess and the goblin by george mcdonald chapters 12 to 14 chapter 12 a short chapter about curdy kirdy spent many nights in the mine his father and he had taken mrs peterson into the secret for their new mother could hold her tongue which was more than could be said of all the miners wives but curtis did not tell her that every night he spent in the mine part of it went in earning a new red petticoat for her mrs peterson was such a nice good mother all mothers are nice and good more or less but mrs peterson was nice and good all more and no less she made and kept a little heaven in that poor cottage on the high hillside for a husband and son to go home to out of the low and rather dreary earth in which they worked i doubt if the princess was very much happier even in the arms of a huge great grandmother then peter and curdy were in the arms of mrs peterson

true her hands were hard and chopped and large but it was with work for them and therefore in the sight of angels her hands were so much the more beautiful and if kerdi worked hard to get her a petticoat she worked hard every day to get him comforts which he would have missed much more than she would a new petticoat even in winter not that she and curly ever thought of how much they worked for each other that would have spoiled everything when left alone in the mine kirdi always worked on for an hour or two at first following the load which according to glump would lead at last into the deserted habitation after that he would set out on a reconnoitering expedition in order to manage this or rather return from it better than the first time he had brought a huge ball of fine string having learned the trick from hoppo my thumb whose history his mother had often told him not that hoppo my thumb had ever used a ball of string i should be sorry to be supposed so far out of my classics but the principle was the same as that of the pebbles the end of this string he fastened to his pickaxe which figured no bad anchor and then with the ball in his hand unrolling it as he went set out in the dark through the natural gangs of the goblins territory the first night or two he came upon nothing worth remembering saw only a little of the home life of the cobs in the various caves they called houses failed and coming upon anything to cast light upon the foregoing design which kept the inundation for the present in the background but at length i think on the third or fourth night he found partly guided by the noise of their implements a company of evidently the best sappers and miners amongst them hard at work what were they about it could not well be the inundation seeing that had in the meantime been postponed to something else then what was it he lurked and watched every now and then in the greatest risk of being detected but without success he had again and again to retreat in haste a proceeding rendered the more difficult that he had to gather up his string as he returned upon its course it was not that he was afraid of the goblins but that he was afraid of their finding out that they were watched which might have prevented the discovery at which he aimed

sometimes his haste had to be such that when he reached home towards mourning his string for lack of time to wind it up as he dodged the cobs would be in what seemed most hopeless entanglement but after a good sleep though a short one he always found his mother had got it right again there it was wound in a most respectable ball ready for use the moment he should want it i can't think how you do it mother he would say i follow the thread she would answer just as you do in the mine she never had...

Princess and the Goblin by George MacDonald 12-14 Free Audiobooks Kids Open Children's Library.
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recording by lizzy driver the princess and the goblin by george mcdonald chapters 12 to 14 chapter 12 a short chapter about curdy kirdy spent many nights in the mine his father and he had taken mrs peterson into the secret for their new mother could hold her tongue which was more than could be said of all the miners wives but curtis did not tell her that every night he spent in the mine part of it went in earning a new red petticoat for her mrs peterson was such a nice good mother all mothers are nice and good more or less but mrs peterson was nice and good all more and no less she made and kept a little heaven in that poor cottage on the high hillside for a husband and son to go home to out of the low and rather dreary earth in which they worked i doubt if the princess was very much happier even in the arms of a huge great grandmother then peter and curdy were in the arms of mrs peterson

true her hands were hard and chopped and large but it was with work for them and therefore in the sight of angels her hands were so much the more beautiful and if kerdi worked hard to get her a petticoat she worked hard every day to get him comforts which he would have missed much more than she would a new petticoat even in winter not that she and curly ever thought of how much they worked for each other that would have spoiled everything when left alone in the mine kirdi always worked on for an hour or two at first following the load which according to glump would lead at last into the deserted habitation after that he would set out on a reconnoitering expedition in order to manage this or rather return from it better than the first time he had brought a huge ball of fine string having learned the trick from hoppo my thumb whose history his mother had often told him not that hoppo my thumb had ever used a ball of string i should be sorry to be supposed so far out of my classics but the principle was the same as that of the pebbles the end of this string he fastened to his pickaxe which figured no bad anchor and then with the ball in his hand unrolling it as he went set out in the dark through the natural gangs of the goblins territory the first night or two he came upon nothing worth remembering saw only a little of the home life of the cobs in the various caves they called houses failed and coming upon anything to cast light upon the foregoing design which kept the inundation for the present in the background but at length i think on the third or fourth night he found partly guided by the noise of their implements a company of evidently the best sappers and miners amongst them hard at work what were they about it could not well be the inundation seeing that had in the meantime been postponed to something else then what was it he lurked and watched every now and then in the greatest risk of being detected but without success he had again and again to retreat in haste a proceeding rendered the more difficult that he had to gather up his string as he returned upon its course it was not that he was afraid of the goblins but that he was afraid of their finding out that they were watched which might have prevented the discovery at which he aimed

sometimes his haste had to be such that when he reached home towards mourning his string for lack of time to wind it up as he dodged the cobs would be in what seemed most hopeless entanglement but after a good sleep though a short one he always found his mother had got it right again there it was wound in a most respectable ball ready for use the moment he should want it i can't think how you do it mother he would say i follow the thread she would answer just as you do in the mine she never had...

The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame 12 The Return of Ulysses Free Kids Books.

this is a librivox recording all librebox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org this recording is by mark smith of simpsonville south carolina the wind in the willows by kenneth graham chapter 3 the wild wood the mole had long wanted to make the acquaintance of the badger he seemed by all accounts to be such an important personage and the rarely visible to make his unseen influence felt by everybody about the place but whenever the mole mentioned his wish to the water rat he always found himself put off hence all right the rat would say badger will turn up someday or other he's always turning up and then i'll introduce you to a best of fellows but you must not only take him as you find him but when you find him couldn't you ask him here for dinner or something said the mole he wouldn't come replied the rat simply badger hates society and invitations and dinner and all that sort of thing well then supposing we go and call on him suggested them all oh i'm sure he wouldn't like that at all said the rat quite alarmed he's so very shy he'd be sure to be offended i've never even ventured to call on him in his own home myself though i know him so well besides we can't it's quite out of the question because he lives in the very middle of the wild wood well supposing he does said them all you told me the wild wood was all right you know oh i know i know so it is replied the rat evasively but i think we won't go there just now not just yet it's a long way and he wouldn't be at home at this time of year anyhow and he'll be coming along someday if you wait quietly the mole had to be content with this but the badger never came along and every day brought its amusements and it was not till summer was long over and cold in frost and miri ways kept them much indoors and the swollen river raced past outside their windows with a speed that mocked a boating of any sort or kind that he found his thoughts dwelling again with much persistence on the solitary grey badger who lived his own life by himself in his hole in the middle of the wild wood in the winter time the rats slept a great deal retiring early and rising late during his short day he sometimes scribbled poetry or did other small domestic jobs about the house and of course there were always animals dropping in for a chat and consequently there was a good deal of storytelling and comparing notes on the past summer and all its doings such a rich chapter had it been when one came to look back on it all with illustrations so numerous and so very highly colored the pageant of the riverbank had marched steadily along unfolding itself in scene pictures that succeeded each other in stately procession purple loosestrife arrived early shaking luxuriant tangled locks along the edge of the mirror whence its own face laughed back at it willow herb tender and wistful like a pink sunset cloud was not slow to follow comfrey the purple hand in hand with the white crept forth to take its place in the line and at last one morning the diffident and delaying dog rose stepped delicately on the stage and one knew as if string music had announced it in stately chords that strayed into a gavat that june at last was here one member of the company was still awaited the shepherd boy for the nymphs to woo the night for whom the ladies waited at the window the prince that was kissed the sleeping summer back to life and love but when meadow sweet debonair and odorus and amber jerkin moved graciously to his place in the group then the play was ready to begin and what a play it had been drowsy animals snug in their homes while wind and rain were battering at their doors recalled still keen mornings an hour before sunrise when the white mist as yet undispersed clung closely along the surface of the water then the shock of the early plunge the scamper along the...

The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame 12 The Return of Ulysses Free Kids Books.

this is a librivox recording all librebox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org this recording is by mark smith of simpsonville south carolina the wind in the willows by kenneth graham chapter 3 the wild wood the mole had long wanted to make the acquaintance of the badger he seemed by all accounts to be such an important personage and the rarely visible to make his unseen influence felt by everybody about the place but whenever the mole mentioned his wish to the water rat he always found himself put off hence all right the rat would say badger will turn up someday or other he's always turning up and then i'll introduce you to a best of fellows but you must not only take him as you find him but when you find him couldn't you ask him here for dinner or something said the mole he wouldn't come replied the rat simply badger hates society and invitations and dinner and all that sort of thing well then supposing we go and call on him suggested them all oh i'm sure he wouldn't like that at all said the rat quite alarmed he's so very shy he'd be sure to be offended i've never even ventured to call on him in his own home myself though i know him so well besides we can't it's quite out of the question because he lives in the very middle of the wild wood well supposing he does said them all you told me the wild wood was all right you know oh i know i know so it is replied the rat evasively but i think we won't go there just now not just yet it's a long way and he wouldn't be at home at this time of year anyhow and he'll be coming along someday if you wait quietly the mole had to be content with this but the badger never came along and every day brought its amusements and it was not till summer was long over and cold in frost and miri ways kept them much indoors and the swollen river raced past outside their windows with a speed that mocked a boating of any sort or kind that he found his thoughts dwelling again with much persistence on the solitary grey badger who lived his own life by himself in his hole in the middle of the wild wood in the winter time the rats slept a great deal retiring early and rising late during his short day he sometimes scribbled poetry or did other small domestic jobs about the house and of course there were always animals dropping in for a chat and consequently there was a good deal of storytelling and comparing notes on the past summer and all its doings such a rich chapter had it been when one came to look back on it all with illustrations so numerous and so very highly colored the pageant of the riverbank had marched steadily along unfolding itself in scene pictures that succeeded each other in stately procession purple loosestrife arrived early shaking luxuriant tangled locks along the edge of the mirror whence its own face laughed back at it willow herb tender and wistful like a pink sunset cloud was not slow to follow comfrey the purple hand in hand with the white crept forth to take its place in the line and at last one morning the diffident and delaying dog rose stepped delicately on the stage and one knew as if string music had announced it in stately chords that strayed into a gavat that june at last was here one member of the company was still awaited the shepherd boy for the nymphs to woo the night for whom the ladies waited at the window the prince that was kissed the sleeping summer back to life and love but when meadow sweet debonair and odorus and amber jerkin moved graciously to his place in the group then the play was ready to begin and what a play it had been drowsy animals snug in their homes while wind and rain were battering at their doors recalled still keen mornings an hour before sunrise when the white mist as yet undispersed clung closely along the surface of the water then the shock of the early plunge the scamper along the...

The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame 11 Like Summer Tempests Came His Tears Free Kids Books.
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the wind in the willows by kenneth graham this recording is by mark smith of simpsonville south carolina chapter 11 like summer tempest came his tears

the rat put out a neat little brown paw grip-toed firmly by the scruff of the neck and gave a great hoist and a pull and the waterlogged toad came up slowly but surely over the edge of the hole till at last he stood safe and sound in the hall streaked with mud and weed to be sure and with the water streaming off him but happy and high spirited as of old now that he found himself once more in the house of a friend and dodgings and evasions were over and he could lay aside a disguise that was unworthy of his position and wanted such a lot of living up to oh ratty he cried i've been through such time since i saw you last you can't think such trials such sufferings and all so nobly born then such escapes such disguises such subterfuges and all so cleverly planned and carried out been in prison got out of it of course been thrown into a canal swam ashore stole a horse sold him for a large sum of money humbugged everybody made him all do exactly what i wanted oh i am a smart toad and no mistake what do you think my last exploit was just hold on till i tell you toad said the water rat gravely and firmly you go off upstairs at once and take off that old cotton rag that looks as if it might formally have belonged to some washer woman and clean yourself thoroughly put on some of my clothes and try and come down looking like a gentleman if you can for a more shabby bedraggled disreputable looking object than you i've never set my eyes on in my whole life now stop swaggering and arguing and be off i'll have something to say to you later toad was at first inclined to stop and do some talking back at him he had had enough of being ordered about when he was in prison and here was the thing being begun all over again apparently and by a rat too however he caught sight of himself in the looking glass over the hat stand with a rusty black bonnet perch recklessly over one eye and he changed his mind and went very quickly and humbly upstairs to the rat's dressing room there he had a thorough wash and brush up changed his clothes and stood for a long time before the glass contemplating himself with pride and pleasure and thinking what utter idiots all the people must have been to have ever mistaken him for one moment for a washerwoman by the time he came down again luncheon was on the table and very glad toad was to see it for he had been through some trying experiences and he had taken much hard exercise since the excellent breakfast provided for him by the gypsy while they ate toad told the rat all of his adventures dwelling chiefly on his own cleverness and presence of mind in emergencies and cunning in tight places and rather making out that he had been having a gay and highly colored experience but the more he talked and boasted the more grave and silent the rat became when at last toad had talked himself to a standstill there was silence for a while and then the rat said now toady i don't want to give you pain after all you've been through already but seriously don't you see what an awful ass you've been making of yourself on your own admission you've been handcuffed imprisoned starved chased terrified out of your life insulted cheered at and ignominiously flung into the water by a woman too where's the amusement in that where does the fun come in and all because you must needs go and steal a motor car you know that you've never had anything but trouble from motor cars from the moment you first set eyes on one but if you will be mixed up with them as you generally are five minutes after you've started why steal them be a [ __ ]...

The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame 11 Like Summer Tempests Came His Tears Free Kids Books.
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the wind in the willows by kenneth graham this recording is by mark smith of simpsonville south carolina chapter 11 like summer tempest came his tears

the rat put out a neat little brown paw grip-toed firmly by the scruff of the neck and gave a great hoist and a pull and the waterlogged toad came up slowly but surely over the edge of the hole till at last he stood safe and sound in the hall streaked with mud and weed to be sure and with the water streaming off him but happy and high spirited as of old now that he found himself once more in the house of a friend and dodgings and evasions were over and he could lay aside a disguise that was unworthy of his position and wanted such a lot of living up to oh ratty he cried i've been through such time since i saw you last you can't think such trials such sufferings and all so nobly born then such escapes such disguises such subterfuges and all so cleverly planned and carried out been in prison got out of it of course been thrown into a canal swam ashore stole a horse sold him for a large sum of money humbugged everybody made him all do exactly what i wanted oh i am a smart toad and no mistake what do you think my last exploit was just hold on till i tell you toad said the water rat gravely and firmly you go off upstairs at once and take off that old cotton rag that looks as if it might formally have belonged to some washer woman and clean yourself thoroughly put on some of my clothes and try and come down looking like a gentleman if you can for a more shabby bedraggled disreputable looking object than you i've never set my eyes on in my whole life now stop swaggering and arguing and be off i'll have something to say to you later toad was at first inclined to stop and do some talking back at him he had had enough of being ordered about when he was in prison and here was the thing being begun all over again apparently and by a rat too however he caught sight of himself in the looking glass over the hat stand with a rusty black bonnet perch recklessly over one eye and he changed his mind and went very quickly and humbly upstairs to the rat's dressing room there he had a thorough wash and brush up changed his clothes and stood for a long time before the glass contemplating himself with pride and pleasure and thinking what utter idiots all the people must have been to have ever mistaken him for one moment for a washerwoman by the time he came down again luncheon was on the table and very glad toad was to see it for he had been through some trying experiences and he had taken much hard exercise since the excellent breakfast provided for him by the gypsy while they ate toad told the rat all of his adventures dwelling chiefly on his own cleverness and presence of mind in emergencies and cunning in tight places and rather making out that he had been having a gay and highly colored experience but the more he talked and boasted the more grave and silent the rat became when at last toad had talked himself to a standstill there was silence for a while and then the rat said now toady i don't want to give you pain after all you've been through already but seriously don't you see what an awful ass you've been making of yourself on your own admission you've been handcuffed imprisoned starved chased terrified out of your life insulted cheered at and ignominiously flung into the water by a woman too where's the amusement in that where does the fun come in and all because you must needs go and steal a motor car you know that you've never had anything but trouble from motor cars from the moment you first set eyes on one but if you will be mixed up with them as you generally are five minutes after you've started why steal them be a [ __ ]...

A marathon run through of this great novel. Sit back and enjoy.

A marathon run through of this great novel. Sit back and enjoy.

The Mystery at Number Six by Augusta Huiell Seaman 7 A New Factor Free Teen Novel Audiobook.

chapter 7 of mystery at number six this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org the mystery at number six by augusta hill semen chapter 7 revelation after it was all over bernice thought at the strangest afternoon she had ever spent but at the time her mind was so much occupied with other things that she never realized how the hours went sydney drove them to the little roadside store five miles away a wee little place where the chief commodity for sale seemed to be ginger ale and other liquid refreshments of a like nature as in a dream she watched delight make her simple purchases and then they started to drive back but if i get back and go home so soon commented delight they'll wonder how it has happened it takes a long time to walk that 10 miles they will not like it if they know i have ridden with you with anyone oh that's simple sydney laughed if that's the case we'll take a good long drive and land you back home about the time you'd naturally arrive there so much the better you just drive ahead then and don't pay any attention to us we're talking commanded bernice in a significant time and sydney quick to take the hint devoted himself exclusively to the wheel while the two girls snuggle down in the back seat remained absolutely oblivious of all outward affairs it was the long story that delight told partly in the cracker patoy that she naturally used partly in the simple but labored good english that she sometimes tried to affect the substance of it as bernice afterward retailed it to sydney was as follows she had always lived in the everglades as far as she knew or could remember in the very depths of them for the greater part of her life whether she was born there or not she did not know she had always been with jerry and his indian wife wanaka wanaka had been very good to her very kind and loving in fact both of them were the first camp or home she remembered was on a hammock or wooded knoll in the glades near the region of fort myers but even that town was many miles away across the big cypress swamp jerry used to go for supplies occasionally in east canoe he got wanaka anything she wanted he even brought her at one time a little hand sewing machine and the indian woman made many pretty things with it for her to wear the girl declared that she was very happy at this period she loved the wilds and knew no other kind of life later jerry decided to go to another region and they moved the camp to the north side of the glades there were many other moves sometimes near the miami region sometimes on the west side always they kept well within the glades in the main it was always jerry who went out to the towns though occasionally wanna come went jerry often acted as guide to some tourist who wanted to make a trip into the glades sometimes it would be just for hunting or trapping sometimes a man would take an exploring expedition through them jerry knew them as no one but the indians knew them at this point bernice had inquired not without some trepidation whether jerry himself was partly indian as it had been rumored the light replied that he had once said he thought he was part indian but neither his father nor mother was an indian they were both native floridians from somewhere near fort myers his real name was not sawgrass but simpson the former had been given him as a joke by the first person he ever guided through the glades these wilds are overgrown with the terrible tall grass with edges as sharp as a knife or saw called sawgrass it was almost impossible to cut one's way through it jerry was so expert at overcoming this difficulty that the man had nicknamed him jerry sawgrass and he had kept the name to this day but he had once been told that one of his grandparents was a seminole indian and he thought it was his...

The Mystery at Number Six by Augusta Huiell Seaman 7 A New Factor Free Teen Novel Audiobook.

chapter 7 of mystery at number six this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org the mystery at number six by augusta hill semen chapter 7 revelation after it was all over bernice thought at the strangest afternoon she had ever spent but at the time her mind was so much occupied with other things that she never realized how the hours went sydney drove them to the little roadside store five miles away a wee little place where the chief commodity for sale seemed to be ginger ale and other liquid refreshments of a like nature as in a dream she watched delight make her simple purchases and then they started to drive back but if i get back and go home so soon commented delight they'll wonder how it has happened it takes a long time to walk that 10 miles they will not like it if they know i have ridden with you with anyone oh that's simple sydney laughed if that's the case we'll take a good long drive and land you back home about the time you'd naturally arrive there so much the better you just drive ahead then and don't pay any attention to us we're talking commanded bernice in a significant time and sydney quick to take the hint devoted himself exclusively to the wheel while the two girls snuggle down in the back seat remained absolutely oblivious of all outward affairs it was the long story that delight told partly in the cracker patoy that she naturally used partly in the simple but labored good english that she sometimes tried to affect the substance of it as bernice afterward retailed it to sydney was as follows she had always lived in the everglades as far as she knew or could remember in the very depths of them for the greater part of her life whether she was born there or not she did not know she had always been with jerry and his indian wife wanaka wanaka had been very good to her very kind and loving in fact both of them were the first camp or home she remembered was on a hammock or wooded knoll in the glades near the region of fort myers but even that town was many miles away across the big cypress swamp jerry used to go for supplies occasionally in east canoe he got wanaka anything she wanted he even brought her at one time a little hand sewing machine and the indian woman made many pretty things with it for her to wear the girl declared that she was very happy at this period she loved the wilds and knew no other kind of life later jerry decided to go to another region and they moved the camp to the north side of the glades there were many other moves sometimes near the miami region sometimes on the west side always they kept well within the glades in the main it was always jerry who went out to the towns though occasionally wanna come went jerry often acted as guide to some tourist who wanted to make a trip into the glades sometimes it would be just for hunting or trapping sometimes a man would take an exploring expedition through them jerry knew them as no one but the indians knew them at this point bernice had inquired not without some trepidation whether jerry himself was partly indian as it had been rumored the light replied that he had once said he thought he was part indian but neither his father nor mother was an indian they were both native floridians from somewhere near fort myers his real name was not sawgrass but simpson the former had been given him as a joke by the first person he ever guided through the glades these wilds are overgrown with the terrible tall grass with edges as sharp as a knife or saw called sawgrass it was almost impossible to cut one's way through it jerry was so expert at overcoming this difficulty that the man had nicknamed him jerry sawgrass and he had kept the name to this day but he had once been told that one of his grandparents was a seminole indian and he thought it was his...