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Title: 'Me and Nobbles'

Author: Amy Le Feuvre

Release Date: August 10, 2007 [EBook #22290]

Language: English

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[Frontispiece: NOBBLES WAS TIGHTLY GRASPED IN HIS HAND.]

'Me and Nobbles'

By

AMY LE FEUVRE

Author of 'Probable Sons,' 'Teddy's Button,' 'Jill's Red Bag,'
'Odd,' 'His Little Daughter,' etc.

London

THE RELIGIOUS TRACT SOCIETY

4 Beuverie Street and 65 St. Paul's Churchyard, E.C. 4.

1908

CONTENTS

CHAPTER

PROLOGUE

I.--'MASTER MORTIMER'
II.--'HE MAY COME TO-MORROW!'
III.--THE BEAUTIFUL PICTURE
IV.--HIS NEW FRIEND
V.--NOBBLES' MISFORTUNE
VI.--HIS FATHER
VII.--HIS NEW HOME
VIII.--A LETTER FROM ABROAD
IX.--'SHE HAS LEFT US!'
X.--'WE'RE GOING TO FIND A GOVERNESS!
XI.--BOBBY'S VISITOR
XII.--'A DELIGHTFUL TIME
XIII.--THE WEDDING
XIV.--'NEARLY DROWNED'
XV.--THE OLD HOUSE AGAIN

'ME AND NOBBLES.'

PROLOGUE.

[_To be skipped by children if they like._]

It was a very silent old house.

Outside, the front windows stared gravely down upon the tidy drive with
its rhododendron shrubberies, the well-kept lawn with the triangular
beds, and the belt of gloomy fir trees edging the high brick wall that
ran along the public road. The windows were always draped and
curtained, and opened one foot at the top with monotonous regularity.
No one was ever seen leaning out of them, or even pushing back the
curtains to widen their view. There was a broad flight of steps, and a
ponderous door which, when opened, disclosed a long hall, at the end of
which was a gaily flowered conservatory. Instinct made people tread
gently upon the thick Turkey rugs that were laid upon the polished
floor; there was a stillness in the house that seemed to chill one. If
you peeped into the big dining-room, the portraits upon the wall eyed
you with disapproval; the table, which was always laid with snowy-white
cloth and shining silver, seemed severely austere and formal;