But in the garden the sun still shone. The innumerable bees hummed. The scent of thyme hung on the air. But only the Natterjack was there to breathe the fragrant essence of it. He and the garden were waiting. They… — Edward Eager Copy Share Image
“Who steals my purse steals trash,” he said, “but who steals my sword steals honor itself, and him will I harry by wood and… — Edward Eager Copy Share Image
“Really!” said the fat lady to Jane and Katharine and Martha, who were wedged tightly against her. “Stop shoving.” “I’m sorry, but we haven’t… — Edward Eager Copy Share Image
The best kind of book," said Barnaby, "is a magic book." "Naturally," said John. — Edward Eager Copy Share Image
Still, even without the country or a lake, the summer was a fine thing, particularly when you were at the beginning of it, looking… — Edward Eager Copy Share Image
But in the garden the sun still shone. The innumerable bees hummed. The scent of thyme hung on the air. But only the Natterjack… — Edward Eager Copy Share Image
“In the summer you could take out ten books at a time, instead of three, and keep them a month, instead of two weeks.… — Edward Eager Copy Share Image
