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Knygos.lt nariams
- Išsiųsime per 12–18 d.d.
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- Autorius: Laura Lee Hope
- Leidėjas: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- Metai: 2014
- Puslapiai: 86
- ISBN-10: 1500572837
- ISBN-13: 9781500572839
- Formatas: 15.2 x 22.9 x 0.5 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Kalba: Anglų
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"Well, at last a breathing period, Ruth. Oh, I am surely tired!" and the girl threw herself on the couch, without stopping to remove her light jacket and hat. Her head sank wearily on a cushion. "Oh, Alice! Be careful! Look out!" exclaimed the other occupant of the pleasant little room, a room made habitable by the articles of tasteful adornment in it, rather than by the location of the apartment, or the place itself. There was a "homey" air about it. "I'm too tired to look out, or even look in," was the answer, as the younger girl closed her eyes. Truly she seemed much "fagged," and worn out. "But, Alice, dear-your hat!" "It doesn't matter, Ruth. Please let me rest. I thought we'd never get home." "But it isn't your old hat, Alice, and--" "It's an old hat from now on!" broke in the younger girl, not opening her eyes. "It's spoiled anyhow. Some of the water from that parlor scene, where Mr. Bunn upset the globe of gold fish, splashed on it, and the spots never will come out." "Oh, Alice, is your hat spoiled?"
- Autorius: Laura Lee Hope
- Leidėjas: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- Metai: 2014
- Puslapiai: 86
- ISBN-10: 1500572837
- ISBN-13: 9781500572839
- Formatas: 15.2 x 22.9 x 0.5 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Kalba: Anglų
"Well, at last a breathing period, Ruth. Oh, I am surely tired!" and the girl threw herself on the couch, without stopping to remove her light jacket and hat. Her head sank wearily on a cushion. "Oh, Alice! Be careful! Look out!" exclaimed the other occupant of the pleasant little room, a room made habitable by the articles of tasteful adornment in it, rather than by the location of the apartment, or the place itself. There was a "homey" air about it. "I'm too tired to look out, or even look in," was the answer, as the younger girl closed her eyes. Truly she seemed much "fagged," and worn out. "But, Alice, dear-your hat!" "It doesn't matter, Ruth. Please let me rest. I thought we'd never get home." "But it isn't your old hat, Alice, and--" "It's an old hat from now on!" broke in the younger girl, not opening her eyes. "It's spoiled anyhow. Some of the water from that parlor scene, where Mr. Bunn upset the globe of gold fish, splashed on it, and the spots never will come out." "Oh, Alice, is your hat spoiled?"
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