For the next quote I am going to lean behind myself and grab a book at random.
Ok first time I got a Noel Streatfeild by accident! Not much use. Here's an actual Blyton one now:
"His laugh is worth ten shillings a week!" said blank. "My, when old blank starts laughing, you've got to hold your sides! He's as merry as a cricket!"
"It's the ash! It's falling!" yelled Julian, almost startling Dick out of his wits...
"Listen to its terrible groans and creaks!" yelled Julian, almost beside himself with impatience.
You were right about Mr Galliano's circus and Brownie but I can't remember the other name!
Yours is from Third Year at Malory Towers. Zerelda is the second blanked out name, and the first is one of the teachers... is it Miss Hibbert?
"It's the ash! It's falling!" yelled Julian, almost startling Dick out of his wits...
"Listen to its terrible groans and creaks!" yelled Julian, almost beside himself with impatience.
Oh dear. And here I am on holiday miles away from my Blyton collection. It's just as well there's a single Blyton paperback in the holiday house! I will find something in it tomorrow and you can guess which book it is.
"It's the ash! It's falling!" yelled Julian, almost startling Dick out of his wits...
"Listen to its terrible groans and creaks!" yelled Julian, almost beside himself with impatience.
"I look awful! I don't know myself! Nobody would EVER recognise me!"
"It's the ash! It's falling!" yelled Julian, almost startling Dick out of his wits...
"Listen to its terrible groans and creaks!" yelled Julian, almost beside himself with impatience.
It is indeed. My holiday house has this paperback:
"It's the ash! It's falling!" yelled Julian, almost startling Dick out of his wits...
"Listen to its terrible groans and creaks!" yelled Julian, almost beside himself with impatience.
"I'll sign *****'* album. I've got an old sixteenth century proverb I once found in an old document that I'll write in for her - and I'll write it exactly as I saw it, in the old printing."
'Go down to the side-shows by the river this afternoon. I'll meet you somewhere in disguise. Bet you won't know me!' wrote Fatty.