Chapter 3 If Number Eighteen, Lucella Road, had been able or had found it convenient, to keep up the fine excitement that attended Mord Em’ly’s first evening, it would have met that young woman’s demands. She was not long in discovering that, in effect, the sisters lived, for the most part, a monotonous, uneventful, economical…

The Pool of Tears “Curiouser and curiouser!” cried Alice (she was so much surprised, that for the moment she quite forgot how to speak good English); “now I’m opening out like the largest telescope that ever was! Good-bye, feet!” (for when she looked down at her feet, they seemed to be almost out of sight,…

Chapter 1 The members of the Gilliken Gang, who, in the slow, thick stream of traffic in Walworth Road, had been noticeable only for the peculiar whistle given when one happened to be for the moment out of sight of her colleagues, turned into Trafalgar Street, and the leader, a round, white-faced young woman of…

Who Stole the Tarts?