Mrs Molesworth

The Third Miss St Quentin Mrs Molesworth

Publisher Marketing: A very little girl was sitting on the rug in front of a brightly burning fire. She was amusing herself with picture books, a number of which were scattered about her, but her small face was flushed, her eyes were heavy, and she seemed restless and dissatisfied. She was suffering from a very bad cold. I can't read, and I can't see the picshures, she said complainingly, my eyes hurts, and my head too. You read to me, Harvey. The nurse to whom she spoke was busied in putting away the breakfast things. You must wait a bit, Miss Ella. I've got ever so many things to do this morning. Ella looked far from pleased. Things must wait, not me, she said imperiously. Mamma always reads to me this minute. Your mamma's ill, Miss Ella; and when there's illness in the house there's plenty for everybody to do without wasting one's time over nonsense. Ella's face grew scarlet with anger.