“The journey they took up the Negro and into the Agarapi River was very different from the dreamy voyage Finn and Maia had made the week before. “Faster--can’t we go faster?” Miss Minton kept saying. When their supply of wood… — Eva Ibbotson Copy Share Image
“They had reached Euston station. Miss Minton waved her umbrella at a porter, and Maia’s trunk and her suitcase were lifted onto a trolley. Then came a battered tin trunk with the letters A. MINTON painted on the side. “You’ll need two men for that,” said the governess. The porter looked offended. “Not me. I’m strong.” But when he came… — Eva Ibbotson Copy Share
“Muriel sprinkled salt over her haddock mousse. ‘It is not easy to be specific, but both morally and hygienically there is . . .… — Eva Ibbotson Copy Share Image
“You’re taking this very well, my boy. Very well indeed. You’re taking it like a man. I confess I expected arguments, even tantrums.” “Well, it is a disappointment,” said Clovis, wondering whether to break down and cry, a thing all actors learn to do at the drop of a hat. But in the end he just gave a brave gulp… — Eva Ibbotson Copy Share
She stood looking carefully at the labeled portraits Ursala had put up: Little Crow, Chief of the Santees, Geronimo, last of the Apaches, and… — Eva Ibbotson Copy Share Image
“For the first part of the journey Maia kept her eyes on the side of the road. Now that she was really leaving her friends it was hard to hold back her tears. She had reached the gulping stage when she heard a loud snapping noise and turned her head. Miss Minton had opened the metal clasp of her large… — Eva Ibbotson Copy Share
“She realized that adventures, once they were over, were things that had to stay inside one--that no one else could quite understand.” — Eva Ibbotson Copy Share Image
What are you afraid of then? Not Being able to see, I think not seeing because your obsessed by something that blots out the… — Eva Ibbotson Copy Share Image
The sisters worked from dawn to dusk. One of them was an idiot; she started shaving her legs and marrying tax inspectors, so she… — Eva Ibbotson Copy Share Image
“When we’re grown up I’ll come back for you, I promise. No one can stop us then.” — Eva Ibbotson Copy Share Image
“But in the evening, when at last she had a moment alone, she slipped into the library and leaned her head against the mahogany steps she had climbed the day she knew she was going to the Amazon. The dream she had dreamed there had been a true one. She had found a land whose riches she had never before… — Eva Ibbotson Copy Share
Please, God,' Ruth would pray, 'don't let me be competitive. Let me realize what a privilege it is to study. Let me remember that knowledge must be pursued for its own sake and please, please stop me wanting to beat Verena Plackett in the exams.' She prayed hard and she meant what she said. But God was busy that autumn… — Eva Ibbotson Copy Share
