{"product_id":"2940013768994","title":"The Book Of Small","description":"All our Sundays were exactly alike. They began on Saturday\u003cbr\u003enight after Bong the Chinaboy had washed up and gone\u003cbr\u003eaway, after our toys, dolls and books, all but _The Peep\u003cbr\u003eof Day_ and Bunyan's _Pilgrim's Progress_, had been stored\u003cbr\u003eaway in drawers and boxes till Monday, and every Bible\u003cbr\u003eand prayer-book in the house was puffing itself out,\u003cbr\u003elooking more important every minute.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThen the clothes-horse came galloping into the kitchen\u003cbr\u003eand straddled round the stove inviting our clean clothes\u003cbr\u003eto mount and be aired. The enormous wooden tub that looked\u003cbr\u003ehalf coffin and half baby-bath was set in the middle of\u003cbr\u003ethe kitchen floor with a rag mat for dripping on laid\u003cbr\u003eclose beside it. The great iron soup pot, the copper\u003cbr\u003ewash-boiler and several kettles covered the top of the\u003cbr\u003estove, and big sister Dede filled them by working the\u003cbr\u003ekitchen pump-handle furiously. It was a sad old pump\u003cbr\u003eand always groaned several times before it poured. Dede\u003cbr\u003egot the brown Windsor soap, heated the towels and put on\u003cbr\u003ea thick white apron with a bib. Mother unbuttoned us and\u003cbr\u003eby that time the pots and kettles were steaming.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDede scrubbed hard. If you wriggled, the flat of the\u003cbr\u003elong-handled tin dipper came down spanking on your skin.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs soon as each child was bathed Dede took it pick-a-back\u003cbr\u003eand rushed it upstairs through the cold house. We were\u003cbr\u003eallowed to say our prayers kneeling in bed on Saturday\u003cbr\u003enight, steamy, brown-windsory prayers--then we cuddled\u003cbr\u003edown and tumbled very comfortably into Sunday.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAt seven o'clock Father stood beside our bed and said,\u003cbr\u003e\"Rise up! Rise up! It's Sunday, children.\" He need not\u003cbr\u003ehave told us; we knew Father's Sunday smell--Wright's\u003cbr\u003ecoal-tar soap and camphor. Father had a splendid chest\u003cbr\u003eof camphor-wood which had come from England round the\u003cbr\u003eHorn in a sailing-ship with him. His clean clothes lived\u003cbr\u003ein it and on Sunday he was very camphory. The chest was\u003cbr\u003ehigh and very heavy. It had brass handles and wooden\u003cbr\u003eknobs. The top let down as a writing desk with\u003cbr\u003epigeon-holes; below there were little drawers for\u003cbr\u003ehandkerchiefs and collars and long drawers for clothes.\u003cbr\u003eOn top of the chest stood Father's locked desk for papers.\u003cbr\u003eThe key of it was on his ring with lots of others. This\u003cbr\u003edesk had a secret drawer and a brass plate with R. H.\u003cbr\u003eCARR engraved on it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOn top of the top desk stood the little Dutchman, a china\u003cbr\u003efigure with a head that took off and a stomach full of\u003cbr\u003elittle candies like colored hailstones. If we had been\u003cbr\u003every good all week we got hailstones Sunday morning.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFamily prayers were uppish with big words on Sunday\u003cbr\u003e--reverend Awe-full words that only God and Father\u003cbr\u003eunderstood.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNo work was done in the Carr house on Sunday. Everything\u003cbr\u003ehad been polished frightfully on Saturday and all Sunday's\u003cbr\u003efood cooked too. On Sunday morning Bong milked the cow\u003cbr\u003eand went away from breakfast until evening milking-time.\u003cbr\u003eBeds were made, the dinner-table set, and then we got\u003cbr\u003einto our very starchiest and most uncomfortable clothes\u003cbr\u003efor church.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOur family had a big gap in the middle of it where William,\u003cbr\u003eJohn and Thomas had all been born and died in quick\u003cbr\u003esuccession, which left a wide space between Dede and\u003cbr\u003eTallie and the four younger children.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLizzie, Alice and I were always dressed exactly alike.\u003cbr\u003eFather wanted my two big sisters to dress the same, but\u003cbr\u003ethey rebelled, and Mother stood behind them. Father\u003cbr\u003ethought we looked like orphans if we were clothed\u003cbr\u003edifferently. The Orphans sat in front of us at church.\u003cbr\u003eNo two of them had anything alike. People gave them all\u003cbr\u003ethe things their own children had grown out of--some of\u003cbr\u003ethem were very strange in shape and color.","brand":"WDS Publishing","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47070248796400,"sku":"2940013768994","price":2.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013768994_p0.jpg?v=1763590022","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013768994","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}