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Portrait of E. Nesbit E. Nesbit The Red Book Magazine, Volume 8… (1907)

Being in hospital is rather like being in heaven, when you are a child and have always lived in Sutton Row. No one cuffs you or pushes you roughly out of the way. There is no scolding. There are large clean beds that jump softly when you move, and you have a bed to yourself—which Jake had never had before—and things to eat nicer than you ever dreamed of: chicken and rice pudding, and fish and mutton, and all the things some people get into the habit of turning their noses up at a nursery dinner.
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Portrait of E. Nesbit E. Nesbit The Red Book Magazine, Volume 8… (1907)

The strawberries grew on tall trees, just like the ones in Bloomsbury Square, and my Princess bent down the branches, so that Jake could gather for himself. And she picked him a ball from the ball tree, and several buds from the tin soldier tree, and they sat and enjoyed everything on the smooth lawn in the sunshine. There is a very nice sun in the under-sea world.
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Portrait of E. Nesbit E. Nesbit The Red Book Magazine, Volume 8… (1907)

Jake Jenkins was his name, and he lived in a very nasty street in London: a street that is a turning out of Googe Street, which turns out of the Tottenham Court Road, which turns out of Oxford Street, which is too proud to turn out of anything. Sutton Row the street was called where Jake lived and it was one of those streets where the sidewalks is always bordered with cabbage stalks and orange peel and crushed banana skins, instead of the clean green grass with daisies in it, that all sidewalks ought to be bordered with.
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