Margery Williams Bianco
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Four city-bred children find themselves on their own in an unheated New England farmhouse in this captivating tale by the author of The Velveteen Rabbit. With their father gone on a business trip and their mother assisting a faraway relative, Kay, Garry, Caroline, and Martin must rely on themselves — and each other — to solve the day-to-day challenges of a chilly country winter.
Margery Williams Bianco's Depression-era novel offers young readers an inspiring tale of the value of self-reliance as well as the importance of family ties. The 1937 Newbery Medal–winning Honor Book is enhanced by charming black-and-white illustrations.
must have been there for hours!” Caroline clung to her, as she had clung a moment ago to Martin but with far greater confidence. With Garry around nothing could happen. “Garry, did you hear the fox?” “I heard something a while back; sounded like a cat fight.” The road was familiar again. Light showed faintly through the chinks where Kay had drawn the curtains. “Look out for the rock there, Caroline; here’s where the path turns in. Not a star out! Wasn’t it pretty black coming up the hill
that about me?” Kay objected. “To show her the sort of people we are. She’d want to know, if she’s going to live with us. And you can’t say I haven’t been strictly truthful.” “You’ve been too truthful,” Kay groaned. “Do you suppose anyone in their senses would want to come here, after reading that?” “Anyone like you or me would. Like me, anyway. And most writers hate radios; that’s why I said we hadn’t got one. So she won’t have that to worry about.” “She’ll have plenty else! You never said
someone to look after things round the house till Mrs. Collins gets about again. But it would mean going there every day, and I can’t manage it.” “I didn’t know you took jobs,” Kay said. “Anything I can get, when the taxi business is slack. I clean folks’ summer cottages and close up for them, and I do spring cleaning once in a while. When you live in the country you learn to turn your hand to most anything. I felt sorry about these folks—she’s a real nice woman—but the most I can do is to try
kitchen, but Caroline only gave a little wriggle. “I should think it would be lots easier if you sat down.” “I have tried that,” said Miss Humbold, “but it doesn’t work nearly as well. You see, everybody has their own way of doing things. I like to write walking up and down, but sometimes in town that’s a nuisance to other people, so that’s why I wanted to come to the country. Country floor boards are so much stronger.” Caroline looked from the solid wide flooring to Miss Humbold’s even more
if they’re going to get electric light carried up the hill …” Evidently Kay was changing her mind about the country considerably, in spite of what she might say about “vegetating.” But perhaps that only applied to the winters. Garry gave her a quick look, but all she said was: “No more frozen pumps! That would be a comfort, anyway.” Kay went downstairs to wash her hands and set the potatoes over for lunch; Garry pasted the last strip and hung it in place. The room looked nice with its gay