Mabel Quiller-Couch
Mabel Quiller-Couch's Books(4)
The Story of Jessie
Literature Florence Mabel Quiller-Couch was a younger sister of Arthur Quiller-Couch, who was Professor of English Literature at Cambridge, and wrote fiction as "Q." Like her brother and sister Lillian, she became a writer, producing a total of twenty-six published works. In "The Story of Jessie," Thomas and Patience Dawson receive a surprise letter from their daughter, Lizzie, announcing that she and her husband have problems, and she is sending her five year old daughter Jessie to live with her father and mother. Her marriage was against her parents' wishes, and Lizzie has been estranged from them since. Patience is delighted at having a grandchild about, but Thomas is troubled. Jessie, when she arrives, is the image of Lizzie as a child. Thomas and Patience must deal with their feelings about their daughter, starting with the need to house Jessie in Lizzie's old room, which Thomas hasn't entered since his daughter left. Kitty Trenire
Literature Mabel Quiller-Couch (1866-1924) was a Cornish writer. She was the the sister of Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch, and her sister Lilian M. Quiller- Couch was an author as well. She wrote Ancient and Holy Wells of Cornwall with her sister in 1894. Other works include Martha's Trial (1895), One Good Seed Sown (1896), The Recovery of Jane Vercoe.. (1896), Some Western Folk (1897), Paul the Courageous (1901), A Waif and a Welcome (1905), Zach and Derby (1906), The Carroll Girls (1906), A Pair of Red Dolls (1907), Troublesome Ursula (1907), Kitty Trenire (1909), Some Great Little People (1910), The Story of Jessie (1910), Children of Olden Days (1910), On Windycross Moor (1910), The Mean-Wells (1910), True Tales from History (1910), The Little Princess.. (1910), Better than Play (1911), A Book of Children's Verse (as editor) (1911) and Dick and Brownie (1912). Dick and Brownie
Literature The old horse standing patiently by, with drooping head and hopeless, patient eyes, looked starved and weak. His poor body was so thin that the bones seemed ready to push through the skin, on which showed the marks of the blows he had received that morning. Nearby was Dick, the dog, as thin as the horse, but younger — a lank, yellow, ugly, big-bodied dog, with a clever head, bright, speaking brown eyes, and as keen a nose for scent as any dog ever born possessed. The dog set his nose to the ground he dashed to the edge of the little wood and beyond it . . . then took to his heels and raced ahead with a joy — it was the scent of his little mistress, Huldah — which almost forced a yelp of triumph from his throat. The old horse raised his head and looked after the dog wistfully. "If only I were as young and fleet, and able to get away as quietly " he thought longingly. Far ahead of the pursuing dog, Huldah looked around nervously. She was not so frightened by the prospect of the want and loneliness and uncertainty which lay before her, as she was by the thought of being caught — and taken back again . . . for she had escaped those cruel people and never wanted to see them again 
