Hans Brinker Or The Silver Skates

Name: Hans Brinker Or The Silver Skates
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1714252Hans Brinker Or The Silver Skateshttps://www.gandhi.com.mx/hans-brinker-or-the-silver-skates-12/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/1378284/ed928c63-5688-4959-bf71-24e80e31fe80.jpg?v=6383379912814000006161MXNCapuchino BookInStock/Ebooks/Hans Brinker Or The Silver Skates ;-Included TOC for Reader.-Free Audiobook link for download.-This sample in ebook.On a bright December morning long ago, two thinly clad children were kneeling upon the bank of a frozen canal in Holland.The sun had not yet appeared, but the gray sky was parted near the horizon, and its edges shone crimson with the coming day. Most of the good Hollanders were enjoying a placid morning nap; even Mynheer von Stoppelnoze, that worthy old Dutchman, was still slumbering "in beautiful repose."Now and then some peasant woman, poising a well filled basket upon her head, came skimming over the glassy surface of the canal; or a lusty boy, skating to his days work in the town, cast a good-natured grimace toward the shivering pair as he flew along.Meanwhile, with many a vigorous puff and pull, the brother and sister, for such they were, seemed to be fastening something upon their feetnot skates, certainly, but clumsy pieces of wood narrowed and smoothed at their lower edge, and pierced with holes, through which were threaded strings of rawhide.These queer looking affairs had been made by the boy Hans. His mother was a poor peasant-woman, too poor to even think of such a thing as buying skates for her little ones. Rough as these were, they had afforded the children many a happy hour upon the ice; and now as with cold, red fingers our young Hollanders tugged at the stringstheir solemn faces bending closely over their kneesno vision of impossible iron runners came to dull the satisfaction glowing within.In a moment the boy arose, and with a pompous swing of the arms, and a careless "come on, Gretel," glided easily across the canal....1689682Hans Brinker Or The Silver Skates6161https://www.gandhi.com.mx/hans-brinker-or-the-silver-skates-12/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/1378284/ed928c63-5688-4959-bf71-24e80e31fe80.jpg?v=638337991281400000InStockMXN99999DIEbook20191230003089217_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_Hans Brinker Or The Silver Skates ;-Included TOC for Reader.-Free Audiobook link for download.-This sample in ebook.On a bright December morning long ago, two thinly clad children were kneeling upon the bank of a frozen canal in Holland.The sun had not yet appeared, but the gray sky was parted near the horizon, and its edges shone crimson with the coming day. Most of the good Hollanders were enjoying a placid morning nap; even Mynheer von Stoppelnoze, that worthy old Dutchman, was still slumbering "in beautiful repose."Now and then some peasant woman, poising a well filled basket upon her head, came skimming over the glassy surface of the canal; or a lusty boy, skating to his days work in the town, cast a good-natured grimace toward the shivering pair as he flew along.Meanwhile, with many a vigorous puff and pull, the brother and sister, for such they were, seemed to be fastening something upon their feetnot skates, certainly, but clumsy pieces of wood narrowed and smoothed at their lower edge, and pierced with holes, through which were threaded strings of rawhide.These queer looking affairs had been made by the boy Hans. His mother was a poor peasant-woman, too poor to even think of such a thing as buying skates for her little ones. Rough as these were, they had afforded the children many a happy hour upon the ice; and now as with cold, red fingers our young Hollanders tugged at the stringstheir solemn faces bending closely over their kneesno vision of impossible iron runners came to dull the satisfaction glowing within.In a moment the boy arose, and with a pompous swing of the arms, and a careless "come on, Gretel," glided easily across the canal.(*_*)1230003089217_Hans Brinker Or The Silver Skates ;-Included TOC for Reader.-Free Audiobook link for download.-This sample in ebook.On a bright December morning long ago, two thinly clad children were kneeling upon the bank of a frozen canal in Holland.The sun had not yet appeared, but the gray sky was parted near the horizon, and its edges shone crimson with the coming day. Most of the good Hollanders were enjoying a placid morning nap; even Mynheer von Stoppelnoze, that worthy old Dutchman, was still slumbering "in beautiful repose."Now and then some peasant woman, poising a well filled basket upon her head, came skimming over the glassy surface of the canal; or a lusty boy, skating to his days work in the town, cast a good-natured grimace toward the shivering pair as he flew along.Meanwhile, with many a vigorous puff and pull, the brother and sister, for such they were, seemed to be fastening something upon their feetnot skates, certainly, but clumsy pieces of wood narrowed and smoothed at their lower edge, and pierced with holes, through which were threaded strings of rawhide.These queer looking affairs had been made by the boy Hans. His mother was a poor peasant-woman, too poor to even think of such a thing as buying skates for her little ones. Rough as these were, they had afforded the children many a happy hour upon the ice; and now as with cold, red fingers our young Hollanders tugged at the stringstheir solemn faces bending closely over their kneesno vision of impossible iron runners came to dull the satisfaction glowing within.In a moment the boy arose, and with a pompous swing of the arms, and a careless "come on, Gretel," glided easily across the canal....1230003089217_Capuchino Booklibro_electonico_3b81ff7c-691a-3b48-b939-136145a79d25_1230003089217;1230003089217_1230003089217Mary MapesInglésMéxicohttps://getbook.kobo.com/koboid-prod-public/43f5d69e-93ea-4783-8f79-78c68cc2c251-epub-92a28bc8-9af7-4d62-94f5-00903f232c4b.epub2019-02-17T00:00:00+00:00Capuchino Book