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Do you know anything about her, Richard?"Nothing except that she lives in London, is obviously well off and very impulsive. . . . She bought the house as if it were-a bun. She bought it straight off without seeing it."She must be mad!"The arrival of novelist Kate Hardy at the lovely Dower House in Old Quinings, with her staunch ally and housekeeper Martha, has the whole village talking. But Kate is not in fact mad, merely in need of escape fro...

How old you can grow in three years! It is only a fraction of time but to Esther Musgrave it seemed longer than all the rest of her life put together. In three years she had become an entirely different person-or so she felt.Following the death of her beloved husband, Esther believes she will never be happy again. But soon, her "natural buoyancy" and the problems and adventures of her three daughters-difficult, unmarried Delia, cheerful and pr...

Surely you can sit on a seat for a few minutes without getting into conversation with a perfectly strange young man!'Julia smiled. 'It isn't as easy as you seem to think.'While waiting in Kensington Gardens for her stuffy fiancé, Julia Harburn, at a loose end following the remarriage of her father, encounters Stephen Brett, a young mining engineer just back from Africa on exciting business involving an abandoned mine and a perfect blue sapphir...

There's something . . . I mean we simply must see Miss Fortune now. She isn't in bed, is she?"No, she ain't, " said Nannie grimly. "She ought to be, but she ain't, an' you shall see 'er. Ho, yes you shall! Both of you shall see 'er before you're any older."The village of Dingleford is all aquiver with the arrival of lovely young Miss Fortune with plans to open a tea house. Captain Charles Weatherby, just back from India, has "no use for bright...

One day we had been well-off and secure, the old grey London house had been 'home' and we imagined that our lives . . . would continue to run smoothly forever. The next day it was all gone.For Anna Harcourt and her three daughters-lovely Helen, who always gets what she wants, young Jane, who makes the best of what she has, and Rosalie, the middle daughter who wavers somewhere in between-the world is turned upside down by their father's death a...

Spring came slowly to Underwoods. It was the most beautiful spring Barbie had ever seen, for after lingering in the shadows so long she was in love with life . . .Barbie France has come home to Underwoods, the lovely Cotswolds house where she grew up, following a breakdown and a dreadful time in hospital. Barbie's kind Aunt Amalie, her indomitable companion Miss Penney, and the beauties of nature aid her rapid recovery, only dampened by a trou...

Sometimes she wished she could stick up a large notice saying: "FOUR CHILDREN ARE NOT TOO MANY" . . .Raising four young children on her own in the years of postwar rationing, widowed Dinah tends to be the subject of sympathetic murmurs. But though she has little money, is perpetually tired, and remains haunted by unresolved issues from her troubled marriage, Dinah rejects all offers of pity. When her twin brother Dan returns from the military,...

Yes, her job was the loneliest in the world. No king, no dictator set high upon a pinnacle, was as friendless as the headmistress of a girls' school.Charlotte Fairlie loves her position at the illustrious St. Elizabeth's, but it's not without its challenges-first among them her trouble-making maths mistress Miss Pinkerton, who yearns for Charlotte's job and spares no effort to complicate her life. Then there's the charming Lawrence Swayne, hea...

Life is like looking out of a lot of different windows."So says Malcolm, shepherd and boyhood friend of David Kirk, and the words linger in David's mind as he reflects on his life so far. He recalls the window of his parents' home in rural Scotland, where he acquires the moral code which will guide him and begins to realise his flair for writing. There's the window of his uncle's house in Edinburgh, where he attends school, and the rather ding...

Now, listen to me, " said Mr. Green earnestly. "I've brought up my little girl as a girl should be brought up. I've sheltered her from the world. She's uncontaminated by the modern ideas-uncontaminated. What d'you think of that?"Young George Ferrier's frivolous jaunt in London ends with an unexpected encounter with wealthy Mr. Green, old friend of his father, who spontaneously drafts George to be a trustee for his daughter Elma. George accepts...

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I'm not really worrying, but it's very isolated. Boscath is like an island in some ways."I see what you mean, " nodded Jock."And Rhoda isn't used to islands."James Dering and his new wife Rhoda are returning from their honeymoon, and Jock and Mamie Johnstone are delighted to welcome them to their new home on a neighbouring farm. But Mamie's concern proves justified, and Rhoda, a talented painter who has chosen marriage over art, finds rural Sc...

I like Mureth, " declared Lady Shaw. "There's something about Mureth."It does things to people, " Mamie agreed.Lady Shaw considered this. It sounded silly, but was it really silly. People said that Mamie Johnstone was a fool, and it was true that sometimes she said things that sounded foolish … but the things she did were wise.Mamie Johnstone, sister of Caroline Dering whom we met in Vittoria Cottage, and her husband Jock are popular figures i...

Caroline opened the door and saw Mr. Shepperton standing on the step. "Oh, it's you!" she exclaimed in surprise."Did you-were you expecting someone else?" he asked."Only the Queen, " replied Caroline, chuckling. "Don't mind me, " she added. "I often go slightly mad."Caroline Dering, a widow with three grown children, lives a cheerful, quiet life near the idyllic English village of Ashbridge. But things are about to liven up, as daughter Leda a...

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Excerpt from Miss. Buncle, Married: Being the Further Adventures of the Celebrated AuthoressMrs. Abbott's hand was arrested in mid-air as it went towards the handle of the coffee pot. Her grey eyes widened, her mouth Opened (displaying a set Of exceptionally fine teeth) and remained open, but no sound came. The pleasant dining-room was very quiet, a fire burnt briskly in the grate, the pale wintry sunshine ¿owed in at the Window on to the red ...

Excerpt from Miss. Buncle, Married: Being the Further Adventures of the Celebrated AuthoressMrs. Abbott's hand was arrested in mid-air as it went towards the handle of the coffee pot. Her grey eyes widened, her mouth Opened (displaying a set Of exceptionally fine teeth) and remained open, but no sound came. The pleasant dining-room was very quiet, a fire burnt briskly in the grate, the pale wintry sunshine ¿owed in at the Window on to the red ...

Miss Clutterbuck would like me to run the bar-no, it can't be that-run the car, which has seen its best days but is still useful for shopping. Grace has told her I am patient and tactful, so (as she herself is neither the one nor the other) she thinks I am the right person to look after the social side.With husband Tim stationed in Egypt and her children at boarding-school, Hester Christie-affectionately known as "Mrs. Tim" and based loosely o...

There is so much War News in News Bulletins, in Newspapers, and so much talk about the war that I do not intend to write about it in my diary. Indeed my diary is a sort of escape from the war . . . though it is almost impossible to escape from the anxieties which it brings.Bestselling author D.E. Stevenson's charming fictional alter-ego, Hester Christie-or "Mrs. Tim" as she is affectionately known to friends of her military husband-was first i...