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Portrait of E. Nesbit E. Nesbit The Hammer and the Writing-desk (1907)

The gentle reader will now see that that little girl was me, myself.
I always loved the park better than anything. I never cared a straw about going on walks on roads—silly straight things. I liked it all: the trees and the deer and the foreign cattle—as long as they did not come too close with their horns—and the acorns and chestnuts and beechnuts and may-trees and buttercups and daisies and red sorrel. I used to think Elstead Park was the most lovely place in the world, and fit for a king.
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Portrait of E. Nesbit E. Nesbit The Hammer and the Writing-desk (1907)

A pair of exceptional Sheffield plate candlesticks will perhaps appeal to those who are insensible to merely sentimental associations. What shall we say for the desk and the candlesticks? A pound to begin, gentlemen?”
Then I saw I must be very quick before some one offered twenty pounds as usual, so I said: “Please may I have it?” Every one laughed, but my man didn’t; and I went on: “I’ve got a pound, and I want it for mother, because it was my daddy’s—and Lord Elstead was my grandfather.”
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Portrait of E. Nesbit E. Nesbit The Hammer and the Writing-desk (1907)

I want to buy something at the sale for mother, because Lord Elstead that is dead was my grandfather, only he quarrelled with mother; but his son Charles that died in India was the same as my daddy that died there too, and mother wanted something that belonged to daddy, only we’re poor now because Lord Elstead didn’t leave us any money when he died, and Mr. Egbert isn’t the sort of person to give anything to any one.
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