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227 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1958
"...you are merciful. You understand that it is her nature to have her treasure in this world. That is so, isn’t it? She has not been good. Oh yes, she has told me about it —but still you love her in your heart and are sorry. Do you think the Good God is less loving and sorry than you?”This book has its charming moments, in an old-fashioned way.
Chairley’s Chairley was a fat little boy with red hair and a ruddy complexion. At one time he had haunted the garden whistling untunefully, climbing the trees and searching for birds’ nests. He had stolen all our apples (not just a few, which we would not have minded, but the whole crop at one fell swoop) and had sold them to his friends at twopence each. Margaret and I had a feeling that Chairley’s Chairley was on his way to a Big Business Career, but his father had put a stop to that. “He’ll nae dae it agen,” said old Tom Gow —and added with relish, “Chairley walloped him proper.”A little underbaked, but not bad for retro-type brain candy.