Bücher von James Matthew Barrie

In the real room is a bed, though that is putting the matter too briefly. The fairway to begin, if you love Mrs. Dowey, is to say to her that it is a pity she has no bed.If she is in her best form she will chuckle, and agree that the want of a bed tries hersore; she will keep you on the hooks, so to speak, as long as she can; and then, withthat mouse-like movement again, she will suddenly spring the bed on you. Youthought it was a wardrobe, but she brings it down from the wall; and lo, a bed.There is nothing else in her abode (which we now see to contain four rooms-kitchen, pantry, bedroom, and bathroom) that is absolutely a surprise; but it is fullof 'bits, ' every one of which has been paid ready money for, and gloated over andtended until it has become part of its owner. Genuine Doweys, the dealers mightcall them, though there is probably nothing in the place except the bed that wouldfetch half-a-crown.Her home is in the basement, so that the view is restricted to the lower half ofpersons passing overhead beyond the area stairs. Here at the window Mrs. Doweysometimes sits of a summer evening gazing, not sentimentally at a flower-potwhich contains one poor bulb, nor yearningly at some tiny speck of sky, but withunholy relish at holes in stockings, and the like, which are revealed to her from herpoint of vantage. You, gentle reader, may flaunt by, thinking that your finery awesthe street, but Mrs. Dowey can tell (and does) that your soles are in need of neatrepair.Also, lower parts being as expressive as the face to those whose view is thuslimited, she could swear to scores of the passers-by in a court of law.These four lively old codgers are having a good time at the tea-table, and wit isflowing free. As you can see by their everyday garments, and by their pails andmops (which are having a little tea-party by themselves in the corner), it is not agathering by invitations stretching away into yesterday, it is a purely informal affair;so much more attractive, don't you think? than banquets elaborately prearranged.You know how they come about, especially in war-time. Very likely Mrs. Dowey metMrs. Twymley and Mrs. Mickleham quite casually in the street, and meant to do nomore than the time of day; then, naturally enough, the word camouflage wasmentioned, and they got heated, but in the end Mrs. Twymley apologised; then, inthe odd way in which one thing leads to another, the winkle man appeared, andMrs. Dowey remembered that she had that pot of jam and that Mrs. Mickleham hadstood treat last time; and soon they were all three descending the area stairs, followed cringingly by the Haggerty Woma

The scene is the blue and white room in the house of the Misses Susan and Phoebe Throssel in Quality Street; and in this little country town there is a satisfaction about living in Quality Street which even religion cannot give. Through the bowed window at the back we have a glimpse of the street. It is pleasantly broad and grass-grown, and is linked to the outer world by one demure shop, whose door rings a bell every time it opens and shuts. Thus by merely peeping, every one in Quality Street can know at once who has been buying a Whimsy cake, and usually why. This bell is the most familiar sound of Quality Street. Now and again ladies pass in their pattens, a maid perhaps protecting them with an umbrella, for flakes of snow are falling discreetly. Gentlemen in the street are an event; but, see, just as we raise the curtain, there goes the recruiting sergeant to remind us that we are in the period of the Napoleonic wars. If he were to look in at the window of the blue and white room all the ladies there assembled would draw themselves up; they know him for a rude fellow who smiles at the approach of maiden ladies and continues to smile after they have passed. However, he lowers his head to-day so that they shall not see him, his present design being converse with the Misses Throssel's maid.The room is one seldom profaned by the foot of man, and everything in it is white or blue. Miss Phoebe is not present, but here are Miss Susan, Miss Willoughby and her sister Miss Fanny, and Miss Henrietta Turnbull. Miss Susan and Miss Willoughby, alas, already wear caps; but all the four are dear ladies, so refined that we ought not to be discussing them without a more formal introduction. There seems no sufficient reason why we should choose Miss Phoebe as our heroine rather than any one of the others, except, perhaps, that we like her name best. But we gave her the name, so we must support our choice and say that she is slightly the nicest, unless, indeed, Miss Susan is nicer.Miss Fanny is reading aloud from a library book while the others sew or knit. They are making garments for our brave soldiers now far away fighting the Corsican Ogre.

Peter Pan by James Matthew Barrie, published in 2021 by Chiltern Publishing, is a captivating work that transcends the bounds of ordinary fiction. This engrossing tale, set in a genre that seamlessly blends fantasy and adventure, invites readers to embark on an unforgettable journey. The narrative is centered around Peter Pan, a character whose name has since become synonymous with eternal childhood and boundless imagination. The author, James Matthew Barrie, skillfully weaves a story that is as thought-provoking as it is entertaining. Published by Chiltern Publishing in 2021, this recent edition breathes new life into this classic tale, making it a must-read for both new and returning fans of the story. This book is written in English.

Aonia edizioni. Peter Pan è un bambino di soli sette giorni che dalla culla vede le alte cime degli alberi del parco, e preso dal desiderio di raggiungerle prende a volare. Il parco si anima per lui, ma solo alla notte, il giorno è riservato ai normali visitatori: Voi dovete capire da voi stessi che è un po' difficile seguir le avventure di Peter Pan senz'avere una certa familiarità coi giardini di Kensington. Essi sono in Londra, dove vive il re d'Inghilterra, ed io ho l'abitudine di condurci ogni giorno il mio David, salvo il caso che sia decisamente infreddato. Nessun bambino ha mai visto tutti, tutti i giardini, per la ragione che vien sempre così presto l'ora di tornare a casa. E la ragione per cui vien così presto l'ora di tornare a casa è questa, che, se voi siete così piccoli come il mio David, appena fa buio, avete subito sonno. Se vostra madre non fosse più che sicura di questo, non vi manderebbe a letto tanto di buon'ora...

Auld Licht Idylls by J. M. Barrie is a series of short stories about life in late 19th century small town Scotland. The whole set of stories revolves around the town of Thrums and more especially the members of one of the four churches in that community. The Auld Licht Kirk happens to be more hard core Calvinist''s than any other group in Scotland at the time. In English they would be called the Old Light Church as they believed that the traditional morals of the church had been compromised and so they broke away from the proper Presbyterians. This group and there methods and traditions shows that people can live hard working, strict lives and still barely be about to survive.