Edith Nesbit

The Railway Children

The Railway Children is a children's book by Edith Nesbit, originally serialised in The London Magazine during 1905 and first published in book form in 1906. It has been adapted for the screen several times, of which the 1970 film version is the best known. The Oxford Dictionary of National Biography credits Oswald Barron, who had a deep affection for Nesbit, with having provided the plot.
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    b7679672342shared an impression2 months ago

    This book is so fun to read. Anyway, i miss my childhood life, i wish i could go back to the past!!

    b9773003256shared an impression5 years ago
    👍Worth reading
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    Just jolly good😍😍😍!

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    Иринаhas quoted6 years ago
    "Now, listen," said Mother; "it's quite true that we're poor, but we have enough to live on. You mustn't go telling everyone about our affairs—it's not right.
    b6161972767has quoted18 days ago
    about him except his jersey. He's only fainted. What on earth are we to do?"

    "Can we move him?" asked Bobbie.

    "I don't know; he's a big chap."

    "Suppose we bathe his forehead with water. No, I know we haven't any, but milk's just as wet. There's a whole bottle."

    "Yes," said Peter, "and they rub people's hands, I believe."

    "They burn feathers, I know," said Phyllis.

    "What's the good of saying that when we haven't any feathers?"

    "As it happens," said Phyllis, in a tone of exasperated triumph, "I've got a shuttlecock in my pocket. So there!"

    And now Peter rubbed the hands of the red-jerseyed one
    b6161972767has quoted20 days ago
    him by the ear—and said sternly:—

    "Now, then, what do you mean by it? Don't you know these 'ere waters is preserved? You ain't no right catching fish 'ere—not to say nothing of your precious cheek."

    Peter was always proud afterwards when he remembered that, with the Bargee's furious fingers tightening on his ear, the Bargee's crimson countenance close to his own, the Bargee's hot breath on his neck, he had the courage to speak the truth.

    "I WASN'T catching fish," said Peter.

    "That's not YOUR fault, I'll be bound," said the man, giving Peter's ear a twist—not a hard one—but still a twist

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