E. Nesbit Quote

This dire emergency, to meet only the beautiful eyes of perfect strangers, instead of the merry, friendly, commonplace, twinkling, jolly little eyes of its own brothers and sisters. This is most truly awful, said Cyril when he had tried to lift up the Lamb, and the Lamb had scratched like a cat and bellowed like a bull. We’ve got to make friends with him! I can’t carry him home screaming like that. Fancy having to make friends with our own baby!—it’s too silly. That, however, was exactly what they had to do. It took over an hour, and the task was not rendered

E. Nesbit

This dire emergency, to meet only the beautiful eyes of perfect strangers, instead of the merry, friendly, commonplace, twinkling, jolly little eyes of its own brothers and sisters. This is most truly awful, said Cyril when he had tried to lift up the Lamb, and the Lamb had scratched like a cat and bellowed like a bull. We’ve got to make friends with him! I can’t carry him home screaming like that. Fancy having to make friends with our own baby!—it’s too silly. That, however, was exactly what they had to do. It took over an hour, and the task was not rendered

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About E. Nesbit

Edith Nesbit (married name Edith Bland; 15 August 1858 – 4 May 1924) was an English writer and poet, who published her books for children as E. Nesbit. She wrote or collaborated on more than 60 such books. She was also a political activist and co-founder of the Fabian Society, a socialist organisation later affiliated to the Labour Party.