The Enchanted Castle by E. (Edith) Nesbit
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"Oh," cried a voice from under a petticoat that hung in the air, "I've got such an idea!" "Tell it us after breakfast," said Kathleen, as the water in the basin began to splash about and to drip from nowhere back into itself. "And oh! I do wish you hadn't written such whoppers to your aunt. I'm sure we oughtn't to tell lies for anything." "What's the use of telling the truth if nobody believes you?" came from among the splashes "I don't know," said Kathleen, "but I'm sure we ought to tell the truth." "You can, if you like," said a voice from the folds of a towel that waved lonely in front of the wash-hand stand "All right. We will, then, first thing after brek your brek, I mean. You'll have to wait up here till we can collar something and bring it up to you. Mind you dodge Eliza when she comes to make the bed." The invisible Mabel found this a fairly amusing game; she further enlivened it by twitching out the corners of tucked-up sheets and blankets when Eliza wasn't looking. "Drat the clothes!" said Eliza; "anyone ud think the things was bewitched." |
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