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Read along with Disney! Donny doesn't want to play with his favorite toy fire engine, Lenny, anymore. So it's up to Doc to figure out what's wrong. Turns out, Lenny ran out of water for his fire engine hose, and once Doc refills him, he's as good as new! Follow along with the word for word narration as the gang learns a lesson about dehydration and the importance of drinking plenty of water, especially on hot day
"Donny's toy fire engine, Lenny, is broken. It's up to Doc to figure out what's wrong with Engine Nine before her brother tosses him into the pile of broken toys"--Back cover.
Read along with Disney! Doc loves popping bubbles with her friends Emmie and Alma, but when their toy Bubble Monkey runs out of bubble soap, there are no bubbles to pop. Alma fills her up again, but something's terribly wrong. Bubble Monkey still can't blow bubbles. Follow along with word for word narration because It's time for Bubble Monkey's check up!
Read along with Disney! While cleaning the attic, Dad, Doc, and Donny find Dad's favorite childhood toy, Saltwater Serge and Wellington Whale. They test it out, but the button breaks! It's up to Doc to fix this beloved childhood toy for her dad. Follow along with word-for-word narration to see if Doc can fix the toys in time!
Donny doesn't want to play with his favorite toy fire engine, Lenny, anymore. So it's up to Doc to figure out what's wrong. Turns out, Lenny ran out of water for his fire engine hose, and once Doc refills him, he's as good as new! The gang learns a lesson about dehydration and the importance of drinking plenty of water, especially on hot days.
When a dark night comes to the big city, one little super hero prepares for a great adventure . . . bedtime! Award-winning author Michael Dahl (Goodnight Baseball, Goodnight Football, and Goodnight Hockey) and illustrator Ethen Beavers (DC Super Friends) team up to bring you the ultimate bedtime board book. Bedtime for Batman is the perfect way to say goodnight to your own little super hero.
This is a story of a sober kind, picturing life in a little town of Missouri, half a century ago. The principal incidents relate to a slave of mixed blood and her almost pure white son, whom she substitutes for her master's baby. The slave by birth grows up in wealth and luxury, but turns out a peculiarly mean scoundrel, and perpetrating a crime, meets with due justice. The science of fingerprints is practically illustrated in detecting the fraud. The title character is the village atheist, whose maxims doubtless express much of the author's own disillusion.
This early work by Radclyffe Hall was originally published in 1928 and we are now republishing it with a brand new introductory biography. 'The Well of Loneliness' is a novel that follows an upper-class Englishwoman who falls in love with another woman while serving as an ambulance driver in World War I. Marguerite Radclyffe Hall was born on 12th August 1880, in Bournemouth, England. Hall's first novel The Unlit Lamp (1924) was a lengthy and grim tale that proved hard to sell. It was only published following the success of the much lighter social comedy The Forge (1924), which made the best-seller list of John O'London's Weekly. Hall is a key figure in lesbian literature for her novel The Well of Loneliness (1928). This is her only work with overt lesbian themes and tells the story of the life of a masculine lesbian named Stephen Gordon.
There were eccentric characters in the hotel. The Paris slums are a gathering-place for eccentric people—people who have fallen into solitary, half-mad grooves of life and given up trying to be normal or decent. Poverty frees them from ordinary standards of behaviour, just as money frees people from work. Some of the lodgers in our hotel lived lives that were curious beyond words. There were the Rougiers, for instance, an old, ragged, dwarfish couple who plied an extraordinary trade. They used to sell postcards on the Boulevard St Michel. The curious thing was that the postcards were sold in sealed packets as pornographic ones, but were actually photographs of chateaux on the Loire; the buyers did not discover this till too late, and of course never complained. The Rougiers earned about a hundred francs a week, and by strict economy managed to be always half starved and half drunk. The filth of their room was such that one could smell it on the floor below. According to Madame F., neither of the Rougiers had taken off their clothes for four years.