To Dr. E. N. da C. Andrade, From E. Nesbit Well Hall, Kent...

That going to the seaside was the very beginning of everything⁠—only it seemed as though it were going to be a beginning without an end, like the roads on the Sussex downs which look like roads and th...

The delicate pinkish bloom of newness was on the wooden spades, the slick smoothness of the painted pails showed neither scratch nor dent on their green and scarlet surface⁠—the shrimping nets were fu...

The great question, of course, was⁠—Would Mother take them to the circus, or would she, if she wouldn’t herself take them, let them go alone? She had once, in Buckinghamshire, allowed them to go to a ...

It is hardly possible to imagine a situation less attractive than that of Mavis and Francis⁠—even the position of the Mermaid curled up in a dry barrow and far from her native element was not exactly ...

The three children looked at each other. “Well!” said Mavis. “I do think she’s ungrateful,” said Francis. “What did you expect?” asked the Spangled Child. They were all wet through. It was very late⁠—...

The parents of Mavis, Francis, Kathleen and Bernard were extremely sensible people. If they had not been, this story could never have happened. They were as jolly as any father and mother you ever met...

As the children passed through the golden doors a sort of swollen feeling which was beginning to make their heads quite uncomfortable passed away, and left them with a curiously clear and comfortable ...

After the sound of that terrible shouting there came silence⁠—that is, there was silence where the children were, but all above they could hear the rush and rustle of a quick arming. “The war cry of t...

Even in the midst of war there are intervals for refreshments. Our own soldiers, no matter how fierce, must eat to live, and the same is the case with the submarine regiments. The Crustacean Brigade t...

Those of us who have had the misfortune to be caught in a net in the execution of our military duty, and to be dragged away by the enemy with all the helpless buoyancy of captive balloons, will be abl...

The children thought they had never seen a kinder face or more noble bearing than that of the Professor of Conchology, but the Mer Princess could not bear to look at him. She now felt what Mavis had f...

The Queen of the Under Folk sat with her husband on their second-best throne, which was much more comfortable than their State one, though not so handsome. Their sad faces were lighted up with pleasur...