“ The ones I got are all right,’ Jane said; ‘I know they are, because the man at the shop said they were worth thribble the money–’ ‘I’m sure thribble isn’t grammar,’ Anthea said. ‘Of course it isn’t,’… E. Nesbit
“ She had been to her Great-Aunt Willoughby’s before, and she knew exactly what to expect. She would be asked about her lessons, and how many marks she had, and whether she had been a good girl. I can’t… E. Nesbit
“ I don't understand, says Gerald, alone in his third- class carriage, how railway trains and magic can go on at the same time.And yet they do. E. Nesbit
“ Grown-up people find it difficult to believe really wonderful things, unless they have what they call proof. But children will believe almost anything, and grown-ups know this. That is why they tell y… E. Nesbit
“ THE TOP PART OF PRIDMORE TURNED INTO PAINTED IRON AND GLASS. Oh, my poor child, said the King, your maid has turned into an Automatic Machine. E. Nesbit
“ There are brown eyes in the world, after all, as well as blue, and one pair of brown that meant heaven to me as the blue had never done E. Nesbit
“ I never read prefaces, and it is not much good writing things just for people to skip. I wonder other authors have never thought of this. E. Nesbit
“ And where are you going?I dunno, said the Spangled Boy. I'm running from, not to.Book: Wet Magic, Chapter 5. E. Nesbit
“ Grown-up people find it very difficult to believe really wonderful things, unless they have what they call proof. E. Nesbit
“ And it's no use putting her on her honour, because——''Because she hasn't any,' Philip finished.'I wouldn't say that,' said the parrot, 'of anybody. I'd only say we haven't come across it. E. Nesbit
“ Even the most careful persons make mistakes sometimes—and she must have taken the wrong omnibus, or this story could never have happened, and where should we all have been then? E. Nesbit
“ Oh! said Roberta, drawing a long breath; it was like a great dragon tearing by. Did you feel it fan us with its hot wings? I suppose a dragon's lair might look very like that tunnel from the outside,… E. Nesbit
