“The children turned and saw the spinach-green boat coming toward them. “Oh no! Not the Carters!” said Maia. She looked round desperately for somewhere to hide. “If I ran off into the jungle…” But it wasn’t the Carters. In a… — Eva Ibbotson Copy Share Image
“But the relief of seeing Maia safe soon took a different turn. On board the Arabella she complained about Maia’s tangled hair, her bare feet, her strange clothes. She had brought a toothbrush--even a hairbrush--but as she said, it would… — 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.… — Eva Ibbotson Copy Share Image
“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,… — Eva Ibbotson Copy Share Image
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… — Eva Ibbotson Copy Share Image
“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… — Eva Ibbotson Copy Share Image
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… — Eva Ibbotson Copy Share Image
