THE BLUE JAR STORY BOOK (Illustrated)
"'The Blue Jar Story Book' — That is a one good to be assured, before we put stories into the hands of our children," says a mother, looking at this book in the bookseller's shop.
"But mamma," says her little girl, "are they entertaining?"
"Ay, mamma, are they entertaining?" repeats her brother: "I never will read them, unless they are entertaining as well as realistic. Of all things, I would never read stories, unless they divert me; what else are they good for?"
"Nothing, certainly. I want to see whether they look entertaining," says the little girl,"but I cannot yet, for mamma, I think, is reading the preface; and you know, brother, you never like prefaces."
"Never. They always are stupid, and tell us that every book is entertaining—there's no believing them. Besides, they are always so long."
"This one must be short, at any rate," — says the little girl, peeping at the pages over her mother's shoulder.
"Well! — what does it tell us?"
"It tells us, in the first place, that these stories were written at..."
"No matter where, my dear."
"Many years ago; in the year..."
"No matter when, my dear."
"They have been lying by nine years and more..."
" No matter for that either; though I know it is Horace's old advice," says the boy: "but that will not make the stories divert us the more if they are not diverting."
"They were originally written," continues the little girl, "for the amusement of a private family."
"I don't care for whose amusement they were originally written. I do not know why authors always tell us that."
"But listen, my dear! they were read to the young people they were written for on their birthdays! — Oh, brother! oh, mamma! I should like to have a story read to me on my birthday."
"If it was entertaining, I suppose you mean," persists the sturdy boy; "for stories being read on all the birthdays in the world would not make them entertaining if they were tiresome."
"Certainly, brother. But listen, my dear, not one of the audience fell asleep, the author says..."
"The author says? — Ah! but perhaps, without the author's seeing it, some did sleep. I know I have gone to sleep when people were reading very grand things."
"But not 'these' stories, brother, let's give this one a chance."
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"But mamma," says her little girl, "are they entertaining?"
"Ay, mamma, are they entertaining?" repeats her brother: "I never will read them, unless they are entertaining as well as realistic. Of all things, I would never read stories, unless they divert me; what else are they good for?"
"Nothing, certainly. I want to see whether they look entertaining," says the little girl,"but I cannot yet, for mamma, I think, is reading the preface; and you know, brother, you never like prefaces."
"Never. They always are stupid, and tell us that every book is entertaining—there's no believing them. Besides, they are always so long."
"This one must be short, at any rate," — says the little girl, peeping at the pages over her mother's shoulder.
"Well! — what does it tell us?"
"It tells us, in the first place, that these stories were written at..."
"No matter where, my dear."
"Many years ago; in the year..."
"No matter when, my dear."
"They have been lying by nine years and more..."
" No matter for that either; though I know it is Horace's old advice," says the boy: "but that will not make the stories divert us the more if they are not diverting."
"They were originally written," continues the little girl, "for the amusement of a private family."
"I don't care for whose amusement they were originally written. I do not know why authors always tell us that."
"But listen, my dear! they were read to the young people they were written for on their birthdays! — Oh, brother! oh, mamma! I should like to have a story read to me on my birthday."
"If it was entertaining, I suppose you mean," persists the sturdy boy; "for stories being read on all the birthdays in the world would not make them entertaining if they were tiresome."
"Certainly, brother. But listen, my dear, not one of the audience fell asleep, the author says..."
"The author says? — Ah! but perhaps, without the author's seeing it, some did sleep. I know I have gone to sleep when people were reading very grand things."
"But not 'these' stories, brother, let's give this one a chance."
THE BLUE JAR STORY BOOK (Illustrated)
"'The Blue Jar Story Book' — That is a one good to be assured, before we put stories into the hands of our children," says a mother, looking at this book in the bookseller's shop.
"But mamma," says her little girl, "are they entertaining?"
"Ay, mamma, are they entertaining?" repeats her brother: "I never will read them, unless they are entertaining as well as realistic. Of all things, I would never read stories, unless they divert me; what else are they good for?"
"Nothing, certainly. I want to see whether they look entertaining," says the little girl,"but I cannot yet, for mamma, I think, is reading the preface; and you know, brother, you never like prefaces."
"Never. They always are stupid, and tell us that every book is entertaining—there's no believing them. Besides, they are always so long."
"This one must be short, at any rate," — says the little girl, peeping at the pages over her mother's shoulder.
"Well! — what does it tell us?"
"It tells us, in the first place, that these stories were written at..."
"No matter where, my dear."
"Many years ago; in the year..."
"No matter when, my dear."
"They have been lying by nine years and more..."
" No matter for that either; though I know it is Horace's old advice," says the boy: "but that will not make the stories divert us the more if they are not diverting."
"They were originally written," continues the little girl, "for the amusement of a private family."
"I don't care for whose amusement they were originally written. I do not know why authors always tell us that."
"But listen, my dear! they were read to the young people they were written for on their birthdays! — Oh, brother! oh, mamma! I should like to have a story read to me on my birthday."
"If it was entertaining, I suppose you mean," persists the sturdy boy; "for stories being read on all the birthdays in the world would not make them entertaining if they were tiresome."
"Certainly, brother. But listen, my dear, not one of the audience fell asleep, the author says..."
"The author says? — Ah! but perhaps, without the author's seeing it, some did sleep. I know I have gone to sleep when people were reading very grand things."
"But not 'these' stories, brother, let's give this one a chance."
"But mamma," says her little girl, "are they entertaining?"
"Ay, mamma, are they entertaining?" repeats her brother: "I never will read them, unless they are entertaining as well as realistic. Of all things, I would never read stories, unless they divert me; what else are they good for?"
"Nothing, certainly. I want to see whether they look entertaining," says the little girl,"but I cannot yet, for mamma, I think, is reading the preface; and you know, brother, you never like prefaces."
"Never. They always are stupid, and tell us that every book is entertaining—there's no believing them. Besides, they are always so long."
"This one must be short, at any rate," — says the little girl, peeping at the pages over her mother's shoulder.
"Well! — what does it tell us?"
"It tells us, in the first place, that these stories were written at..."
"No matter where, my dear."
"Many years ago; in the year..."
"No matter when, my dear."
"They have been lying by nine years and more..."
" No matter for that either; though I know it is Horace's old advice," says the boy: "but that will not make the stories divert us the more if they are not diverting."
"They were originally written," continues the little girl, "for the amusement of a private family."
"I don't care for whose amusement they were originally written. I do not know why authors always tell us that."
"But listen, my dear! they were read to the young people they were written for on their birthdays! — Oh, brother! oh, mamma! I should like to have a story read to me on my birthday."
"If it was entertaining, I suppose you mean," persists the sturdy boy; "for stories being read on all the birthdays in the world would not make them entertaining if they were tiresome."
"Certainly, brother. But listen, my dear, not one of the audience fell asleep, the author says..."
"The author says? — Ah! but perhaps, without the author's seeing it, some did sleep. I know I have gone to sleep when people were reading very grand things."
"But not 'these' stories, brother, let's give this one a chance."
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| BN ID: | 2940014242523 |
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| Publisher: | Leila's Books |
| Publication date: | 03/25/2012 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| File size: | 1 MB |
| Age Range: | 6 - 8 Years |
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