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192 pages, Hardcover
Published January 1, 1965
The Cloud ForestMy copy is ex-library from the "Bendigo Regional Library Service Children's Section" (Victoria, AUS). Article 4 of the Notice to Borrowers states:
Joan North
Andrew was a very downtrodden sort of boy. Miss Badger, who had adopted him, was Matron in a large Girls School and did not like boys. He sometimes wondered why she had adopted him. He led a depressed sort of life, and he particularly disliked being sent on errands to Annerlie Hall, though Sir Rachet Annerlie was very pleasant to him - the pleasanter, certainly, than Quadling the silent manservant. But this was before Andrew went into the Cloud Forest, and before he met Ronnie, a strong-minded pupil at Scarly House. Ronnie, who had no opinion whatever of Sir Rachet, or of her smart head-mistress, Miss Spencer-Cherell, either, could hearten the most downtrodden and depressed of boys, and together, with the help of Mr Arbuthnot, the Rector, who really took them seriously, they managed to turn the table on some peculiarly nasty Forces of Evil.
Jacket design and illustrations by Carol Everest
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4 - Library Books must be immediately returned in the event of an outbreak of any infectious disease in the house in which the borrower is dwelling.This book was published in 1965. So why exactly did people lose their minds over Covid again?! I mean, this overlapped easily with the lives of a large number of people alive today... and the Spanish Flu was just a century earlier. It boggles the mind that people today have no perspective on even recent human medical history.... ;)
The hats they wore to church were very peculiar and a decided affliction. Navy blue, heavily swathed in satin ribbon, they looked something like tea-cosies. Pinch and push as one would, nothing altered their basic shape.with Andrew, naturally, in his worn and too-small overcoat, which also doubles as his housecoat and lays across his bed to help keep him warm in a barely-heated room with meagre bedding. The sword just makes me smile. I love Ronnie so much...!
"I suppose it's idle to inquire whether your mother knows you're out?"and
"It would be much better not to inquire," said Ronnie. "Then you won't feel implicated in any way. Do you mind if I finish up this piece of fruit cake you've left? Danger always makes me hungry."
"I'm afraid you'll have my figure when you grow up."
"People like their clergymen tubby," said Ronnie with her mouth full. "It's more cosy. Like Father Brown."
Ronnie thought she might as well go and see the rector. She pushed her way past his expostulating housekeeper and put her head round the dining-room door where Mr Arbuthnot sat at his heavy Victorian desk starting at the piece of paper in front of him.Andrew, our central character, is somewhat underdeveloped, due to a lifetime of deprivation (social and otherwise). Then we have the feckless History teacher Miss Winkleman, wearing 'from choice a dirty cooked-cabbage green cardigan with a mud-coloured scarf', who is decidedly unattractive and unhappy about it - she's a great example of the many multi-faceted supporting characters in this story. I personally loved Ronnie's very practical but 'fussing' mother, too, seemingly obsessed with wanting to wrap the entire population in cozy knits. No one was especially beautiful or shapely or graceful, either, except for the Headmistress, Miss Spencer-Cherell. All of the adults are all delightfully (and identifiably) flawed.
"Go away," he said when he saw her. "I have to get my Sunday sermon written."
Ronnie helped herself from the plate of ginger biscuits which stood beside his cold cup of tea.
"Do you have to write your own? There must be lots of very good ones printed."
"There are, but I prefer to preach my own words and thoughts - inadequate as they are."
"I don't call that very humble of you. And the other week you preached about humility."
"I'm surprised you listened. I was always under the impression that you had better things to think about."
"Well, I tried not to, because humility's not a thing I'm exactly wild about - but what I really wanted to say is that this is one week when you should use a book sermon and concentrate on Andrew's affairs. .... Mother said, would you come and have coffee this morning? You might as well. Elsie makes good coffee and your tea looks revolting."