Head Spinners
Author | : Thalia Kalkipsakis |
Publisher | : Allen & Unwin |
Total Pages | : 262 |
Release | : 2011-04-01 |
Genre | : Juvenile Fiction |
ISBN | : 1742692737 |
Real-world stories with an unreal twist, from best-selling author Thalia Kalkipsakis.
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Author | : Thalia Kalkipsakis |
Publisher | : Allen & Unwin |
Total Pages | : 262 |
Release | : 2011-04-01 |
Genre | : Juvenile Fiction |
ISBN | : 1742692737 |
Real-world stories with an unreal twist, from best-selling author Thalia Kalkipsakis.
Author | : George Galbraith |
Publisher | : |
Total Pages | : 190 |
Release | : 1834 |
Genre | : Cotton spinning |
ISBN | : |
Author | : Rolf Heimann |
Publisher | : |
Total Pages | : 32 |
Release | : 1999-01-01 |
Genre | : Children's stories |
ISBN | : 9780949714749 |
Author | : Rolf Heimann |
Publisher | : Southwood Books |
Total Pages | : 32 |
Release | : 1999 |
Genre | : Puzzles |
ISBN | : 9781903207802 |
Can you help Rover the Sardine find his way through the maze of tentacles? Which of the filthy fingerprints matches the one under the magnifying glass? This is a collection of puzzles, word teasers and problems.
Author | : George Galbraith |
Publisher | : |
Total Pages | : 184 |
Release | : 1836 |
Genre | : Cotton machinery |
ISBN | : |
Author | : Eden Phillpotts |
Publisher | : 谷月社 |
Total Pages | : 345 |
Release | : 2016-01-12 |
Genre | : Fiction |
ISBN | : |
THE FUNERAL The people were coming to church and one had thought it Sunday, but for two circumstances. The ring of bells at St. Mary's did not peal, and the women were dressed in black as the men. Through the winding lanes of Bridetown a throng converged, drawn to the grey tower by a tolling bell; and while the sun shone and a riot of many flowers made hedgerows and cottage gardens gay; while the spirit of the hour was inspired by June and a sun at the zenith unclouded, the folk of the hamlet drew their faces to sadness and mothers chid the children, who could not pretend, but echoed the noontide hour in their hearts. All were not attired for a funeral. A small crowd of women, with one or two men among them, stood together where a sycamore threw a patch of shade on a triangular space of grass near the church. There were fifty of these people—ancient women, others in their prime, and many young maidens. Some communion linked them and the few men who stood with them. All wore a black band upon their left arms. Drab or grey was their attire, but sun-bonnets nodded bright as butterflies among them, and even their dull raiment was more cheerful than the gathering company in black who now began to mass their numbers and crane their heads along the highway.