“Soon they had a cheerful blaze on the ledge outside the cave. Wilfred produced two blankets and the mice wrapped themselves up snugly while their clothes dried in front of the fire. The little kettle was filled from the water bottle and proudly Wilfred set out a feast of bread and cheese and honeycakes.”
— From The High Hills (1986) by Jill Barklem
“In 1156, the Chinese author Yeh Meng-te wrote: ‘Since I had plenty of leisure time, I usually rose early in the morning, and then with an empty mind concentrated on the beauty of the fields, trees, rivers, mountains and clouds and I found that I could predict the weather right seven or eight times out of ten. Then I realized that in quietness the universe can be observed, the inner moods felt and real truth obtained.'”
— Quoted in The Cloudspotter’s Guide (2006) by Gavin Pretor-Pinney
From Drums (1925) by James Boyd, illustrated by N.C. Wyeth. “Bohea tea” (pronounced “Boo-hee”), was a tea imported during colonial times. The blend originated in China with trade to the British and Dutch East India Companies, and consisted of broken orange pekoe, pekoe, and souchong leaves dumped in a pile and then sifted, typically the scrap tea of lower quality leaves, but considered high quality by the colonists.
Granted, it was the art of illustrator Reginald Heade that stopped me, but the understated nature of the flyleaf, so British, drew me in. And, by gosh, the stories are terrific, ripping yarns. So glad I found and bought this.
(Just a tip: If you do buy this, skip “Voodoo.” It’s nauseatingly racist.)
“When one of us caught measles or whooping cough and we were isolated in bed upstairs, we wrote notes to each other perhaps on the hour. Our devoted mother would pass them for us, after first running them in a hot oven to kill the germs. They came into our hands curled up and warm, sometimes scorched, like toast.”
— Eudora Welty in One Writer’s Beginnings (1983)
“I always go into the Persian Room after 4 to see my friend Bill
He is a busboy in the night and goes to school in the day and
his eyes water
Here’s where he’s been
Here’s where I’ve been
— From Eloise (1955) by Kay Thompson with drawings by Hilary Knight
“It was little Michael Master who detected, first of all,
That his great enormous father was becoming very small;
Now I never knew the reason, but I fancy that he shrank
Because of all the Indian ink that Mr. Master drank.”
— From The Little Father by Gelett Burgess, first published in 1899; this image from the edition published in 1985 with illustrations by Richard Egielski.