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THE JUNGLE THE WOULDBEGOODS BILLS TOMBSTONE THE TOWER OF MYSTERY THE WATER-WORKS THE CIRCUS BEING BEAVERS; OR, THE YOUNG EXPLORERS (ARCTIC OR OTHERWISE) THE HIGH-BORN BABE HUNTING THE FOX THE SALE OF ANTIQUITIES THE BENEVOLENT BAR THE CANTERBURY PILGRIMS THE DRAGONS TEETH; OR, ARMY-SEED ALBERTS UNCLES GRANDMOTHER; OR, THE LONG-LOST

The Book of BeastsUncle James, or The Purple StrangerThe Deliverers of Their CountryThe Ice Dragon, or Do as You Are ToldThe Island of the Nine WhirlpoolsThe Dragon TamersThe Fiery Dragon, or The Heart of Stone and the Heart of GoldKind Little Edmund, or The Caves and the Cockatrice

Sabrina FairThe CaptiveThe RescueGratitudeConsequencesThe Mermaids HomeThe Skies Are Falling The Water-WarThe Book PeopleThe Under FolkThe PeacemakerThe End

Five Children and It is a childrens novel by English author E. Nesbit. It was first published as a book in 1902, having been expanded from a series of stories published in the Strand Magazine in 1900 under the general title The Psammead, or the Gifts. It is the first volume of a trilogy that includes The Phoenix and the Carpet and The Story of the Amulet. The book has never been out of print since its initial publication.

Illus.: H.R. Millar

COLECCIÓN CUCAÑA AX.ALM.LECTURAS GENERAL

BOOK I. THE GIRL The Inevitable The Irresistible Voluntary Involuntary The Prisoner The Criminal The Escape BOOK II. THE MANThe One and the Other The Opportunity Seeing Life The Thought The Rescue Contrasts Renunciation BOOK III. THE OTHER WOMANOn Mount Parnassus "Love and Tupper" Interventions The Truth The Truth with a Vengeance Waking-up Time BOOK IV. THE OTHER MANThe Flight Te Lunatic Temperatures The Confessional The Forest The Miracle The Pink Silk Story "And so"

THE COCKATOUCANWHEREYOUWANTOGOTOTHE BLUE MOUNTAINTHE PRINCE, TWO MICE, AND SOME KITCHEN-MAIDSMELISANDE: OR LONG AND SHORT DIVISIONFORTUNATUS REX AND COTHE SUMS THAT CAME RIGHTTHE TOWN IN THE LIBRARY, IN THE TOWN IN THE LIBRARYTHE PLUSH USURPER

THE ROAD TO ROME; OR, THE SILLY STOWAWAYTHE CONSCIENCE-PUDDINGARCHIBALD THE UNPLEASANTOVER THE WATER TO CHINATHE YOUNG ANTIQUARIESTHE INTREPID EXPLORER AND HIS LIEUTENANTTHE TURK IN CHAINS; OR, RICHARDS REVENGETHE GOLDEN GONDOLATHE FLYING LODGERTHE SMUGGLERS REVENGEZAIDA, THE MYSTERIOUS PROPHETESS OF THE GOLDEN ORIENTTHE LADY AND THE LICENSE; OR, FRIENDSHIPS GARLANDTHE POOR AND NEEDY

When this book first came to my mind it came as a history and theory of the building of Magic Cities on tables, with bricks and toys and little things such as a child may find and use. But as I kept the thought by me it grew and changed, as thoughts will do, until at last it took shape as an attempt to contribute something, however small and unworthy, to the science of building a magic city in the soul of a child, a city built of all things pure and fine and beautiful. As you read, it will, I hope, seem to you that something of what I say is truein much, no doubt, it will seem to you that I am mistaken; but however you may disagree with me, you will, I trust, at least have faith in the honesty of my purpose. If I seem to you to be too dogmatic, to lay down the law too much as though I were the teacher and you the learner, I beg you to believe that it is in no such spirit that I have written. Rather it is as though you and I, spending a quiet evening[viii] by your fire, talked together of the things that matter, and as though I laid before you all the things that were in my heartnot stopping at every turn to say "Do you not think so too?" and "I hope you agree with me?" but telling you, straight from the heart, what I have felt and thought and, I humbly say, known about children and the needs of children. I have talked to you as to a friend, without the reservations and apologies which we use with strangers. And if, in anything, I shall have offended you, I entreat you to extend to me the forgiveness and the forbearance which you would exercise towards a friend who had offended you, not meaning to offend, and to believe that I have spoken to you as frankly and plainly as I would wish you to speak to me, were you the writer and I the reader.E. Nesbit.

This happened a very little time after we left our humble home in Lewisham, and went to live at the Blackheath house of our Indian uncle, which was replete with every modern convenience, and had a big garden and a great many greenhouses. We had had a lot of jolly Christmas presents, and one of them was Dickys from father, and it was a printing-press. Not one of the eighteenpenny kind that never come off, but a real tip-topper, that you could have printed a whole newspaper out of if you could have been clever enough to make up all the stuff there is in newspapers. I dont know how people can do it. Its all about different things, but it is all just the same too. But the author is sorry to find he is not telling things from the beginning, as he has been taught. The printing-press really doesnt come into the story till quite a long way on. So it is no use your wondering what it was that we did print[Pg 2] with the printing-press. It was not a newspaper, anyway, and it wasnt my young brothers poetry, though he and the girls did do an awful lot of that. It was something much more far-reaching, as you will see if you wait.