The Penderwicks at Last Quotes

“Ready, Lydia?" Jack asked, "Can you run?"
Could she? A bobolink warbled the answer.
"Yes," said Lydia, all hope and exhilaration. "Yes, I can."
And away they went. the three together, prancing, leaping, gamboling into the future.”
― Jeanne Birdsall, The Penderwicks at Last

“Mrs. Tifton had cut off Jane’s ha-ha-ha before it even began. Lydia thought this was probably a good thing.”
― Jeanne Birdsall, The Penderwicks at Last

“Lydia stopped dancing - struck, paralyzed by a sensation of no longer being here, this night, now. A feeling that she was instead living inside a memory, of a precious place and time, one lost and greatly mourned. As strange as this was, Lydia knew what was happening to her. It could be nothing else: Already she was homesick for Arundel, and could hardly bear it.”
― Jeanne Birdsall, The Penderwicks at Last

“Jane, Skye, Ben, and Dušek, plus Laura Geiger, were representing the USA, the others the Czech Republic, and there was much shouting and laughter and scores being argued over in English and Czech. Jeffrey’s”
― Jeanne Birdsall, The Penderwicks at Last

“aside.”
― Jeanne Birdsall, The Penderwicks at Last

“You were almost fooled, Rosy,”
― Jeanne Birdsall, The Penderwicks at Last

“What?” Lydia had never heard anything about Rosalind having a crush on Cagney. “Don’t believe Skye,” said Rosalind. “She was too busy getting Jeffrey in trouble to pay attention to what I was doing.” “False,” said Skye.”
― Jeanne Birdsall, The Penderwicks at Last

“Pojď k mně, ty moje malá mořská hvězdice.”
― Jeanne Birdsall, The Penderwicks at Last

“toilet had a pull chain”
― Jeanne Birdsall, The Penderwicks at Last

“Jack!” she said. “What did you do to Lydia? Why does she look dead?”
― Jeanne Birdsall, The Penderwicks at Last

“her. And as long as she liked music and got along with Penderwicks. And”
― Jeanne Birdsall, The Penderwicks at Last

“trampling-by-dog,”
― Jeanne Birdsall, The Penderwicks at Last

“Never,” he said, laughing.”
― Jeanne Birdsall, The Penderwicks at Last

“DIDN’T COME GET me until two in the morning, and she was still singing—in French.” Lydia yawned hugely, then sang, “Ne me quitte pas, blah-blah-blah-blah-blah. What am I going to do? Ben won’t let me into his room every night, no matter what Jeffrey says.” “Sleep in my room from now on,” said Alice. “You can have either the top or bottom bunk.” “Really?” What a relief to never again sleep in the mansion. “Actually, I do prefer the top bunk, so if you wouldn’t mind the bottom—” “No, I mean, do you really think I can stay with you? Wouldn’t your parents mind?” “They’ll like it. They’ve decided you’re a good influence on me.” Lydia thought that being a good influence made her sound as boring as being a person who liked everyone (except she didn’t). But if that was what she had to suffer to get out of the mansion, she’d accept it. Both girls were in their new ballet skirts, swishing along on their way to see Blossom. Alice was carrying the oats in a bag—the skirts were without pockets—and Lydia was carrying Natalie’s phone, plus two books, in another bag. Alice knew about only one of the books, Practical Magic, written by an Alice for grown-ups. The other, sneaked in by Lydia, was a copy of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking-Glass. She was hoping to convince both Alice and Blossom to love it. Unless—she stopped walking—that could be considered being a good influence. No, she decided, and started walking again, quickly, to catch up with Alice as she entered the field. They’d decided to begin the visit with a dance, the best way to show Blossom their new skirts. This was the first time the two of them had danced together seriously, and anyone other than sheep would have appreciated the vision—the beautiful skirts, the fusion of ballet and tae kwon do, the paean to freedom and friendship. But to Blossom, the oat carriers seemed to have gone crazy, spinning around like bugs trying to escape a water trough. She stopped halfway across the field, apparently planning to chomp on grass until they became less buglike. The dancing a failure, the girls moved on to the second part of the entertainment. Alice took out oats, Lydia took out Practical Magic, and Blossom came the rest of the way over, accepting the oats and ignoring the book.”
― Jeanne Birdsall, The Penderwicks at Last