A Very Naughty Girl (eBook, ePUB) - T. Meade, L.
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"A Very Naughty Girl" by L. T. Meade is a delightful Victorian-era novel that explores the life and adventures of young Lotty, an unconventional and spirited girl. Raised in a strict and traditional household, Lotty's curiosity and mischievous nature lead her into various humorous and unpredictable situations. Her escapades, often well-intentioned but unconventional, provide a humorous and heartwarming glimpse into the challenges and joys of growing up in the late 19th century. With its charming characters and entertaining narrative, this novel offers a delightful read for those who enjoy a lighthearted and nostalgic journey into the past.…mehr

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"A Very Naughty Girl" by L. T. Meade is a delightful Victorian-era novel that explores the life and adventures of young Lotty, an unconventional and spirited girl. Raised in a strict and traditional household, Lotty's curiosity and mischievous nature lead her into various humorous and unpredictable situations. Her escapades, often well-intentioned but unconventional, provide a humorous and heartwarming glimpse into the challenges and joys of growing up in the late 19th century. With its charming characters and entertaining narrative, this novel offers a delightful read for those who enjoy a lighthearted and nostalgic journey into the past.
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The Squire's little daughter rode her pony down the avenue. She stopped for a moment at the gate, and the children at the other side could get a good view of her. There were four children, and they pressed together and nudged each other, and took in the small erect figure, and her sturdy pony, with open eyes and lips slightly apart. The Squire's daughter was a fresh arrival at Harringay. Her existence had always been known, the children of the village and the children of the Rectory had talked of her, but she had never come to live amongst them until now, for her mother had died at her birth, and her father had gone to live abroad, and Phyllis, the one child of his house, had been with him. Now he had returned; Phyllis was twelve years old; the Hall was open once more, full of servants and full of guests, and Phyllis Harringay rode her pony in full view of the Rectory children. Phyllis had a thick, rather short bush of tawny hair. Her eyes were of a grey blue, her little features were short and straight, and her small face had many freckles on it. She was by no means a pretty child, but there was something piquant and at the same time dignified about her. She stopped now to speak to Mrs Ashley, the woman at the Lodge; and the children pressed a little nearer, and Ralph touched Rose, and Rose nodded to Susie, and all three gazed at Edward with the same question on each pair of lips and in each pair of eyes.