Excerpt: ...or corner of corridor or court that Polly would fall upon and pronounce, "Just perfect, and how did you get it?" "Oh, I just drew a bit now and then when you were looking at things," said Adela, carelessly. "Everything just dances off your pencil," said Polly, wishing she could draw, and wondering if it was any use for her to try to learn. And every afternoon they would go to drive as usual, very often around the docks, which gave them all a good idea of this wonderful port. They were never tired of watching the ...
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Excerpt: ...or corner of corridor or court that Polly would fall upon and pronounce, "Just perfect, and how did you get it?" "Oh, I just drew a bit now and then when you were looking at things," said Adela, carelessly. "Everything just dances off your pencil," said Polly, wishing she could draw, and wondering if it was any use for her to try to learn. And every afternoon they would go to drive as usual, very often around the docks, which gave them all a good idea of this wonderful port. They were never tired of watching the hydraulic cranes, of inspecting the dry docks; the intertwining railways by which all the docks, large and small, are connected, and the two basins, Le Petit and Le Grand Bassin. "Dear me!" exclaimed Jasper, on one of these occasions, "I thought Amsterdam docks were huge affairs, but Antwerp!" And he left his sentence in mid-air, which was more impressive after all. But Parson Henderson liked the church of St. Jacques best of all things in Antwerp, and he used to steal away mornings to go there again and again. And he asked Polly and Jasper to go there with him one day, and Polly begged to have Adela go too, and they all came home as enthusiastic as he was. And then suddenly Mr. King would wrench them all off from this delightful study and put his foot down peremptorily. "No more cathedrals for a time," he would declare; "my old head cannot carry any more just yet." And he would propose a little in-letting of fun. And then off they would go a-shopping, or to the Zoological Gardens; and they always had concerts, of course, wherever they were, for Polly and Jasper's sakes, if for no other reason. And by and by somebody announced, one fine morning, that they had been in Antwerp a fortnight. And then one day Mother Fisher looked into Polly's brown eyes, and finding them tired, she calmly tucked Polly quietly in bed. "Why, Mamsie," declared Polly, "I'm not sick." "No, and I'm not going to have you be," observed Mrs. Fisher, sensibly. "This...
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Good. All pages and cover are intact. Possible slightly loose binding, minor highlighting and marginalia, cocked spine or torn dust jacket. Maybe an ex-library copy and not include the accompanying CDs, access codes or other supplemental materials.
