HARDING'S LUCK, New Edition: with Authentic Drawings, by Edith Nesbit, E. Nesbit
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Dickie lived at New Cross. At least the address was New Cross, but really the house where he lived was one of a row of horrid little houses built on the slope where once green fields ran down the hill to the river, and the old houses of the Deptford merchants stood stately in their pleasant gardens and fruitful orchards. All those good fields and happy gardens are built over now. It is as though some wicked giant had taken a big brush full of yellow ochre paint, and another full of mud color, and had painted out the green in streaks of dull yellow and filthy brown; and the brown is the roads and the yellow is the houses. Miles and miles and miles of them, and not a green thing to be seen except the cabbages in the greengrocers' shops, and here and there some poor trails of creeping-jenny drooping from a dirty window-sill. There is a little yard at the back of each house; this is called "the garden," and some of these show green—but they only show it to the houses' back windows. You cannot see it from the street. These gardens are green, because green is the color that most pleases and soothes men's eyes; and however you may shut people up between bars of yellow and mud color, and however hard you may make them work, and however little wage you may pay them for working, there will always be found among those people some men who are willing to work a little longer, and for no wages at all, so that they may have green things growing near them. But there were no green things growing in the garden at the back of the house where Dickie lived with his aunt. There were stones and bones, and bits of brick, and dirty old dish-cloths matted together with grease and mud, worn-out broom-heads and broken shovels, a bottomless pail, and the mouldy remains of a hutch where once rabbits had lived. But that was a very long time ago, and Dickie had never seen the rabbits. A boy had brought a brown rabbit to school once, buttoned up inside his jacket, and he had let Dickie hold it in his hands for several minutes before the teacher detected its presence and shut it up in a locker till school should be over. So Dickie knew what rabbits were like. And he was fond of the hutch for the sake of what had once lived there. And when his aunt sold the poor remains of the hutch to a man with a barrow who was ready to buy anything, and who took also the pails and the shovels, giving threepence for the lot, Dickie was almost as unhappy as though the hutch had really held a furry friend. And he hated the man who took the hutch away, all the more because there were empty rabbit-skins hanging sadly from the back of the barrow. It is really with the going of that rabbit-hutch that this story begins. Because it was then that Dickie, having called his aunt a Beast, and hit at her with his little dirty fist, was well slapped and put out into the bereaved yard to "come to himself," as his aunt said. He threw himself down on the ground and cried and wriggled with misery and pain, and wished—ah, many things. "Wot's the bloomin' row now?" the Man Next Door suddenly asked; "been hittin' of you?" "They've took away the 'utch," said Dickie. "Well, there warn't nothin' in it." "I diden want it took away," wailed Dickie. "Leaves more room," said the Man Next Door, leaning on his spade. It was Saturday afternoon and the next-door garden was one of the green ones. There were small grubby daffodils in it, and dirty-faced little primroses, and an arbor beside the water-butt, bare at this time of the year, but still a real arbor. And an elder-tree that in the hot weather had flat, white flowers on it big as tea-plates. And a lilac-tree with brown buds on it. Beautiful. "Say, matey, just you chuck it! Chuck it, I say! How in thunder can I get on with my digging with you 'owlin' yer 'ead off?" inquired the Man Next Door. "You get up and peg along in an' arst your aunt if she'd be agreeable for me to do up her garden a bit. I could do it odd times. You'd like that."
HARDING'S LUCK, New Edition: with Authentic Drawings, by Edith Nesbit, E. Nesbit- Amazon Sales Rank: #3346572 in Books
- Published on: 2015-06-30
- Original language: English
- Dimensions: 9.21" h x .26" w x 6.14" l,
- Binding: Paperback
- 112 pages
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0 of 0 people found the following review helpful. All about Cousin Richard By Chrijeff Though described as a sequel to “The House of Arden,” a good deal of this book takes place before the events of the other, and some concurrently; only the last quarter of it is set afterward. It explores the origins and early experiences of the “Cousin Richard” whom Edred and Elfrida Arden met while adventuring in their family’s past. Dickie Harding, in 1907, lives in a poor suburb of London called New Cross, with an “aunt”—actually the keeper of the boardinghouse where his father once lodged, before he fell off a scaffolding and eventually died of his injuries—and because she dropped him when he was a baby, he’s lame and has to use a crutch to get about; and later a traffic accident maims his foot still worse, and at the hospital the doctors put it in a special boot and brace. His only real friends are the characters in the paperback classics given him by his teacher and the nurses, and Tinkler, an antique baby rattle left him by his father, who said it had belonged to his father and grandfather before him and “ ’ud bring us luck.” One day the kindly Man Next Door offers to spade up the rock-hard back garden of Dickie’s rented five-room house, and the seeds Dickie plants turn out to have magical properties, for they hurl him back in time to the days of King James I, where he learns that he is Richard Arden and has a loving father and mother, a new baby brother, and a wise old nurse who knows more than a little about the strange heritage of his house. Best of all, in this alternate life he’s not lame—and he eventually learns that he can move to and fro between it and his own time, where he has met Mr. Beale, a wandering tramp who treats him with more kindness than anyone he’s ever known except his real father. With the wood-carving skills he learns in the past, Dickie is able to support both of them, and Mr. Beale, inspired, begins to buy and sell dogs and is eventually reunited with his own father, who lives on the old Arden estate. Meanwhile Dickie meets his past-day cousins, Edred and Elfrida—and learns that they too are visitors from 1907! And he discovers that the little white Mouldiwarp his cousins know is only one of three magical creatures connected to the family: the Mouldierwarp, who is older and stronger, and the Mouldiestwarp, who is the greatest of them all.At length Edred and Elfrida’s father, Lord Arden, learns that Dickie himself is an Arden now as well as in the past, and takes him into his home to raise with his cousins. But when Dickie is kidnapped and held for ransom, only Mouldiwarp magic and a great sacrifice on Edred’s part can save him. Restored to his double family, he learns that he too has a choice to make, but not before he at last finds the hidden Arden treasure. Like “The House of Arden,” this is a thrilling fantasy with plenty of unique magic, historical adventure, heroics, and unforgettable characters, including quite childlike children, a species E. Nesbit excelled in portraying. It should be much better known than it is, and all young readers who have enjoyed Nesbit’s famous “Five Children” trilogy are sure to love it.
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