Mistletoe and Murder Quotes

“After all, grown-ups always underestimate children. Children never underestimate each other.”
― Robin Stevens, Mistletoe and Murder

“One of the rules of the Detective Society is that we never say no to tea.”
― Robin Stevens, Mistletoe and Murder

“I don’t like to see girls wasting their talents. You are both clever, that I can see. And if you have brains, you ought to use them. It isn’t good for women to be ignored and side-lined.”
― Robin Stevens, Mistletoe and Murder

“I suddenly wondered whether growing up only meant you were older, not more wise.”
― Robin Stevens, Mistletoe and Murder

“I realized all over again how odd the English are. No matter how bad things get, they can always make light of them.”
― Robin Stevens, Mistletoe and Murder

“There were carollers singing beside King’s College Chapel as we passed, their breath smoking with the song.”
― Robin Stevens, Mistletoe and Murder

“It was full of the most delicious displays, piled high with pink and white fancies, cakes piped with cream and scattered with nuts, and absolutely heaps of swirled golden-brown buns. They were studded with raisins and dripping with syrup. My mouth watered. It had been hours since those train sandwiches, their cheese slightly warm and their chutney gluey. Beyond the buns I saw tables full of people enjoying splendid teas. My stomach gurgled.”
― Robin Stevens, Mistletoe and Murder

“I was particularly amazed because boys, to her, are usually simply less interesting versions of girls.”
― Robin Stevens, Mistletoe and Murder

“Tea had been set out on the table, ready for our arrival. It was simple but delicious: muffins, ham, boiled eggs, and toast and butter, with Christmas cake for dessert.”
― Robin Stevens, Mistletoe and Murder

“we never say no to tea.”
― Robin Stevens, Mistletoe and Murder

“Daisy’s plans are often quite mad, but this one seemed to have more than the usual chance of one or both of us dying.”
― Robin Stevens, Mistletoe and Murder

“You are still my best friend in all the world, and the best detective I know who is not me.”
― Robin Stevens, Mistletoe and Murder

“It’s snowing!’ I said in delight.”
― Robin Stevens, Mistletoe and Murder

“Things are all very well, but they don't make any sense without people.”
― Robin Stevens, Mistletoe and Murder

“People are beautifully predictable- give them the chance to see anything, and they lose interest in it at once.”
― Robin Stevens, Mistletoe and Murder

“Boys, to her, are usually simply less interesting versions of girls.”
― Robin Stevens, Mistletoe and Murder

“a bit – no, wait, I do believe you’re taller!”
― Robin Stevens, Mistletoe and Murder

“never say no to tea.”
― Robin Stevens, Mistletoe and Murder

“first-class carriage”
― Robin Stevens, Mistletoe and Murder

“really is silly when adults try to protect children, as though we are not on our way to becoming adults ourselves. We need to understand the world, and they only have themselves to blame if we must creep about and lie to them to make sure we do it.”
― Robin Stevens, Mistletoe and Murder

“Really, Daisy!’ said Aunt Eustacia. ‘How many of these cases have you been mixed up in now? It hardly seems healthy.’ ‘But I’m healthy as anything,’ said Daisy, folding her hands together primly. ‘It’s all coincidence, Aunt E. Hazel and I can’t help it if adventure happens to fall into our laps.”
― Robin Stevens, Mistletoe and Murder

“Once again, the pieces of the mystery were flung up into the air, coming down in quite a different shape.”
― Robin Stevens, Mistletoe and Murder

“Then the doors were thrown open for us, and inside was a scene from a painting, a dining hall even grander and more ornate than Maudlin's, all stone and stained glass, with an enormous tree in the corner, decorated and lit. On the long wooden tables turkeys gleamed like chestnuts, bowls of cranberry sauce and piles of potatoes and stuffing and roast vegetables. Christmas crackers were laid out at each place, and students were filing in, wearing their formal caps and gowns.”
― Robin Stevens, Mistletoe and Murder

“The fire was blazing, and in front of the fire guard were propped two bulging stockings. I could see bars of chocolate and fudge, packets of Turkish Delight, and tangerines in silver foil. Next to them were piles of presents, beautifully wrapped in tissue paper and ribbon. The room was festooned with green, spicy boughs, and breakfast was laid out on the low table next to the sofa: muffins and bread ready to be toasted, and eggs and bacon still steaming.”
― Robin Stevens, Mistletoe and Murder

“The lamps were lit, and the candles on the Christmas tree were burning. They made the tinsel glitter, the fronds of it floating gently, like fur or feathers. It all looked wonderfully festive.”
― Robin Stevens, Mistletoe and Murder

“The study might be faded, but it was still one of the most beautiful rooms I had ever been in. The red velvet curtains might be rather frayed and old, and the chairs mismatched, but a log fire crackled in the grate, and the white walls were all but hidden by shelves and shelves of books. They went up almost to the ceiling, and the books looked worn with use and love. My heart swelled.”
― Robin Stevens, Mistletoe and Murder

“I felt my stomach rumble. We had been eating little bits of things, cake and mince pies, all day, but although they were delicious I was longing for butter and toast, or potatoes with a thick stew. I wanted the certainty of a proper meal, proof that ordinary life was carrying on outside our strange little bubble.”
― Robin Stevens, Mistletoe and Murder

“There were carolers singing beside King's College Chapel as we passed, their breath smoking with the song. Christmas was everywhere—in the bright window shops, in the parcels done up with string, the Christmas trees and boughs of holly, the sides of ham and poor drooping geese being carried home on shoulders and bicycles by bright-cheeked passers-by.”
― Robin Stevens, Mistletoe and Murder

“I stared around us. Christmas parcels were piled in every corner, pushed under tables among tired shoppers' feet. Above the steam from the teapots and the waft of the fresh buns there was a sharp scent of pine from the boughs hung up in the corners of the room—it was all wonderfully festive, and I loved it.”
― Robin Stevens, Mistletoe and Murder

“But she only wrote down our tea order rather distractedly (hot cocoa, Chelsea buns, four different sorts of sandwiches, and lemon cake) and then rushed away.”
― Robin Stevens, Mistletoe and Murder