A Window in Thrums
Category： Author：J. M. Barrie
The story of the "untrue son" - is one of several novels about the fictional village of Thrums.The Window in Thurms cottage sits at the junctions of Glamis Road and Forfar Road.
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Category： Author：J. M. Barrie
The story of the "untrue son" - is one of several novels about the fictional village of Thrums.The Window in Thurms cottage sits at the junctions of Glamis Road and Forfar Road.
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Category： Author：Meigs, Cornelia
"The Windy Hill" is a novel about the complexities of how past and present interweave within families to create ongoing histories that repeat themselves.
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Category： Author：Fergus Hume
This book have occasional imperfections such as missing or blurred pages, poor pictures, errant marks, that were either part of the original artifact, or were introduced by the scanning process.
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Category： Author：Gardiner, A. G.
A fellow traveller -- On a famous sermon -- On pockets and things -- On a country platform -- On a distant view of a pig -- In defence of ignorance -- On a shiny night -- On giving up tobacco -- The great god gun...
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Category： Author：novel
Danny Meadow Mouse sat in his doorway and looked down the Lone Little Path across the Green Meadows. Way, way over near the Smiling Pool he could see Old Mother West Wind's Children, the Merry Little Breezes, at play. Sammy Jay was sitting on a fence post. He pretended to be taking a sun bath, but really he was planning mischief....
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Category： Author：novel
Everybody knows that Grandfather Frog has a big mouth. Of course! It wouldn't be possible to look him straight in the face and not know that he has a big mouth. In fact, about all you see when you look Grandfather Frog full in the face are his great big mouth and two great big goggly eyes. He seems then to be all mouth and eyes. ...
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Category： Author：novel
The Merry Little Breezes of Old Mother West Wind are great friends of Striped Chipmunk. They hurry to call on him the very first thing every morning after Old Mother West Wind has brought them down from the Purple Hills. They always beg him to stop and play with them, but often he refuses.
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Category： Author：novel
Old Mother West Wind came down from the Purple Hills in the golden light of the early morning. Over her shoulders was slung a bag—a great big bag—and in the bag were all of Old Mother West Wind's children, the Merry Little Breezes.
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Category： Author：novel
So the windmiller might have said, if he had been in the habit of putting his thoughts into an epigrammatic form, as a groan from his wife and a growl of thunder broke simultaneously upon his ear, whilst the rain fell scarcely faster than her tears.
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Category： Author：novel
In the parlor, as they call it, or best room of every Irish farmhouse, one may come upon a certain number of books that are never read, laid there in lonely repose upon the big square table on the middle of the floor.
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