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Title: Our Frank
and other stories

Author: Amy Walton

Illustrator: RP

Release Date: October 20, 2007 [EBook #23114]

Language: English

Character set encoding: ASCII

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Produced by Nick Hodson of London, England

Our Frank, and other stories, by Amy Walton.

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Here we have half-a-dozen short stories, in that wonderful Amy Walton
style, so very evocative of dear England as it used to be.

Frank thinks life at home is a bit hard, as his father expects so much
of him, so he runs away. After several adventures he finds himself in
a very awkward situation, as the young companion he had fallen in with
turns out to be a thief. Luckily the thief's victim realises that
Frank is not a bad lad after all, makes no charge against him, and even
takes him home. So all is well that ends well.

For the most part the other stories have a moral to tell, but they are
all charming, and you will enjoy reading to them or listening to them.

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OUR FRANK, AND OTHER STORIES, BY AMY WALTON.

STORY ONE, CHAPTER 1.

OUR FRANK--A BUCKINGHAMSHIRE STORY.

"_From east to west,
At home is best_."
_German proverb_.

It was a mild spring evening, and Mrs Frank Darvell was toiling slowly
up Whiteleaf Hill on her way back from market. She had walked every
step of the way there to sell her ducklings, and now the basket on her
arm was heavy with the weight of various small grocery packets. Up till
now she had not felt so tired, partly because she had been walking along
the level high-road, and partly because the way had been beguiled by the
chat of a friend; but after she had said good-night to her crony at the
beginning of the village, and turned up the steep chalky road which led
to the hills, her fatigue increased with every step, and the basket
seemed heavier than ever. It was a very lonely mile she had to go
before reaching home; up and up wound the rough white road, and then
gave a sudden turn a