The Story of the Treasure Seekers by E. (Edith) Nesbit
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boy came back, and he was quite respectful, and said--'The Editor says,
please will you step up?' We stepped up. There were a lot of stairs and passages, and a queer sort of humming, hammering sound and a very funny smell. The boy was now very polite, and said it was the ink we smelt, and the noise was the printing machines. After going through a lot of cold passages we came to a door; the boy opened it, and let us go in. There was a large room, with a big, soft, blue-and-red carpet, and a roaring fire, though it was only October; and a large table with drawers, and littered with papers, just like the one in Father's study. A gentleman was sitting at one side of the table; he had a light moustache and light eyes, and he looked very young to be an editor--not nearly so old as Father. He looked very tired and sleepy, as if he had got up very early in the morning; but he was kind, and we liked him. Oswald thought he looked clever. Oswald is considered a judge of faces. 'Well,' said he, 'so you are Mrs Leslie's friends?' 'I think so,' said Noel; 'at least she gave us each a shilling, and she wished us "good hunting!"' 'Good hunting, eh? Well, what about this poetry of yours? Which is the poet?' I can't think how he could have asked! Oswald is said to be a very manly-looking boy for his age. However, I thought it would look duffing to be offended, so I said-- |
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