{"product_id":"2940014974103","title":"The Threatening Eye (Illustrated)","description":"• Includes  original illustrations\u003cbr\u003e• The book has been proof-read and corrected for spelling and grammatical errors\u003cbr\u003e• A table of contents with working links to chapters is included\u003cbr\u003e• Quality formatting \u003cbr\u003efrom the book:\u003cbr\u003eAMONG THE GREEN LEAVES.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Aunty Mary, are oo wicked?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe speaker was a pretty healthy-looking boy of five.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe young girl whom he addressed as Aunty Mary was leaning back languidly in a comfortable arm-chair, which had been placed under the shade of a fine old beech-tree, standing on the lawn of a small but beautiful garden.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAt the back of the lawn was a cheerful-looking little cottage, almost smothered in flowering creepers.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe girl was propped up on pillows, and there were wraps around her to protect her from the spring wind. She was evidently in a state of convalescence from a serious illness; and, indeed, she still seemed so fragile that one would have said she was hardly likely to see the ripened fruit of the blossoms that made the apple orchard beyond the garden look so lovely on that early spring day.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs she lay back, a closed book in one hand, and a bunch of violets and primroses, which the children had just brought her, in the other, her large wistful eyes were gazing pensively through an opening in the green foliage, to where below the orchards, at some distance off, there stretched a broad sheet of blue water rippling in the soft wind, surrounded by dark spreads of moor and glittering streaks of yellow sand, backed afar off by undulating hills of heather.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt was indeed a lovely view, as lovely a one as even beautiful[201] Surrey can show. Not many Londoners know this Frensham Pond, as it is called, and all that sweet valley of the upper Wey into which its waters drain, though these are not more than thirty miles from the metropolis.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe little boy who spoke was sitting at the girl's feet with his head resting on her lap.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe had been looking up into her face for some minutes silently, in a solemn wondering manner, as she gazed over him towards the lake in an absent-minded mood.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Aunty Mary, are oo wicked?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Why do you ask such a funny question?\" she said as she stroked his soft curls.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Cos mummy says, 'Good people is always happy and laugh, but bad ones cry and are sorry.' Oo never laugh, Aunty Mary, but oo are not bad, are oo?\"","brand":"Unforgotten Classics","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47084136595696,"sku":"2940014974103","price":2.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940014974103_p0.jpg?v=1763617952","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940014974103","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}