Monday, September 12, 2011

Pencil Boxes, Peppermint Creams

Next morning Aunt Edith went off by the eight-thirty train. The children's school satchels were filled, not with books, but with buns; instead of exercise-books there were sandwiches; and in the place of inky pencil-boxes were two magnificent boxes of peppermint creams which had cost a whole shilling each, and had been recklessly bought by Aunt Edith in the agitation of the parting hour when they saw her off at the station.
E. Nesbit, from The House of Arden, 1908

2 maids a-milking:

Lillie said...

e nesbit is the bomb. for then, for now and for always. she is my indisputable fav :)

LPC said...

All kinds of things happen in the reckless agitation of a parting hour.