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Edith Ballinger Price
Edith Ballinger Price (1897–1997) was an American writer and illustrator known for her contributions to children's literature. She wrote numerous short stories and novels, including "Blue Magic" and "Silver Nutmeg." Price was also a talented illustrator, often illustrating her own books as well as works by other authors. In addition to her writing, she was involved in the early development of the Girl Scouts in the U.S. and served as a longtime editor of their magazine.
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CHAPTER I It began with Jerry’s finishing off all the olives that were left, “like a pig would do,” as Greg said. His finishing the olives left us the bottle, of course, and there is only one natural thing to do with an empty olive-bottle when you’re on a water picnic. That is, to write a message as though you were a shipwrecked mariner, and seal it up in the bottle and chuck it as far out as...
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CHAPTER I TALES IN THE RAIN "How should I your true love know, From another one?By his cockle hat and staff, And his sandal shoon..." It was the fourth time that Felicia, at the piano, had begun the old song. Kenelm uncurled his long legs, and sat up straight on the window-seat. "Why on earth so everlasting gloomy, Phil?" he said. "Isn't the rain bad enough, without...
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