Publisher's Synopsis
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1867 edition. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER VII. Four o'clock, P.m. About the hottest hour in all the hot twenty-four. Somewhere near that hour, this day, the fairy who, in that pretty tale which seems pretty even to grown-up children, sent off the fair sixteen-year-old princess and all her attendants in the midst of their drinking, love-making, cooking, &c, into their comfortable century sleep, seemed, for want of better occupation, to have been laying a light finger on Pen Dyllas Everything there Avas slumbering--shops, houses, bathing-machines, "men, animals, quadrupeds, horses, donkeys, and ponies." Even the little hired carriages, which usually kept up a dreary procession in front of Inkerman-terrace all day, in faint hopes of a job, were resting from their "wanderings, and vehicles, beasts, and drivers were all asleep together. In Breadalbane House peace and silence held their sway; Mrs. Piggott was retired out of sight to some distant chamber, where she was ministering to the requirements of the old woman who was to her in the place of a husband, listening, in all probability, to a catalogue of his diseases. So the young Chesters had the general sitting-room to themselves. Blount lay on the sofa, taking an open, unconcealed nap, with his limbs relaxed in gentle slumber, and an ill-used novel standing on its head on the floor beside him. Margaret reposed in one arm-chair with her feet upon another, and pretended hypocritically to be performing _ some intricate evolutions with a crochetneedle and a ball of cotton; and Kate knelt by the open window, and rubbed her fingers up and down upon the sill, and made them very dusty and dirty, and did not mind a bit. She had a restless fit upon her, and could not settle to anything. As for going to sleep, that was a thing that...
