When Annie Burns, newly arrived from Ireland, takes a job as cook to Mr. Ralph Waldo Emerson, it is almost more than she can manage. For the brilliant Mr. Emerson is not interested at all in the food she makes.
This poet prefers the warm colors of the sunset to a warm bowl of soup, and he professes to live by imagination alone.
Mr. Pine made signs. He made signs that said STOP. He made signs that said GO. He made signs that said FAST. And signs that said SLOW.
When the signs in Little Town were old, the mayor said, “we need all new signs.” Mr. Pine painted all new signs in one week. “I will put them up,” he said. But he could not find his glasses. He put the signs up anyway.
The signs were all MIXED-UP! Little Town was all mixed-up! Where were Mr. Pine’s glasses? Who had his glasses? How did he solve the problem of all those mixed-up signs?
Mr. Pine lived on Vine Street in a little white house. "A white house is fine," said Mr. Pine, "but there are FIFTY white houses all in a line on Vine Street. How can I tell which house is mine?"
Mr. Pine lived on Vine Street in a little white house. “A white house is fine,” said Mr. Pine, “but there are FIFTY white houses all in a line on Vine Street. How can I tell which house is mine?”
Mr. Popper’s Penguins by Richard and Florence Atwater is a classic work of imagination that always delights young readers.
A classic of American humor, the adventures of a house painter and his brood of high-stepping penguins have delighted children for generations.
Mr. Putter is tired of living alone. He wants someone to listen to his stories and share his tea, but good company is hard to find. Then he meets Tabby…
Mr. Putter and Tabby love going to the fish store. Mr. Putter loves it because he has always liked fish. Tabby loves it because fish make her whiskers tingle and her tail twitch.
Mr. Putter wants to paint his porch. He has a bucket of pink paint, a big brush, and some rags. And he has Tabby to keep him company. Everything is perfect, until a squirrel scampers onto the porch and catches Tabby’s eye. . . .
It is fall and juicy things are growing in Mr. Putter's backyard - apples, tomatoes, and pears. Mr. Putter dreams of all the juicy things he loves to eat, but most of all, he dreams of pear jelly.
It is HOT. Mr. Putter and his fine cat, Tabby, are sweating. Their neighbors Mrs. Teaberry and her good dog, Zeke, are sweating, too. Looks like the perfect day for a trip to the big pond!
When Mr. Putter eats twenty-one pineapple jelly rolls, he ends up with a grumbling tummy. Worse, he can't sleep! A midnight stargazing stroll with Tabby seems to be just the cure-but could it be that Mr. Putter and Tabby aren't the only ones still wide awake?
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When Annie Burns, newly arrived from Ireland, takes a job as cook to Mr. Ralph Waldo Emerson, it is almost more than she can manage. For the brilliant Mr. Emerson is not interested at all in the food she makes. This poet prefers the warm colors of the sunset to a warm bowl of soup, and he professes to live by imagination alone.
Mr. Pine made signs. He made signs that said STOP. He made signs that said GO. He made signs that said FAST. And signs that said SLOW. When the signs in Little Town were old, the mayor said, “we need all new signs.” Mr. Pine painted all new signs in one week. “I will put them up,” he said. But he could not find his glasses. He put the signs up anyway. The signs were all MIXED-UP! Little Town was all mixed-up! Where were Mr. Pine’s glasses? Who had his glasses? How did he solve the problem of all those mixed-up signs?
Mr. Pine lived on Vine Street in a little white house. "A white house is fine," said Mr. Pine, "but there are FIFTY white houses all in a line on Vine Street. How can I tell which house is mine?"
Mr. Pine lived on Vine Street in a little white house. “A white house is fine,” said Mr. Pine, “but there are FIFTY white houses all in a line on Vine Street. How can I tell which house is mine?”
Mr. Popper’s Penguins by Richard and Florence Atwater is a classic work of imagination that always delights young readers. A classic of American humor, the adventures of a house painter and his brood of high-stepping penguins have delighted children for generations.
Mr. Putter and his beloved cat bake a light and airy Christmas cake for their neighbor Mrs. Teaberry.
Even though Tabby tries to keep him warm, Mr. Putter catches a cold in this cozy addition to the series.
Mr. Putter is tired of living alone. He wants someone to listen to his stories and share his tea, but good company is hard to find. Then he meets Tabby…
Mr. Putter and Tabby love going to the fish store. Mr. Putter loves it because he has always liked fish. Tabby loves it because fish make her whiskers tingle and her tail twitch.
Mr. Putter loves toys. He’s old and he knows he shouldn’t love them anymore. But he does. His fine cat, Tabby, however, does not...
Mr. Putter is sure he is too old for birthday celebrations. And that means he's also too old for model planes and balloons and candles and cake.
Mr. Putter wants to paint his porch. He has a bucket of pink paint, a big brush, and some rags. And he has Tabby to keep him company. Everything is perfect, until a squirrel scampers onto the porch and catches Tabby’s eye. . . .
It is fall and juicy things are growing in Mr. Putter's backyard - apples, tomatoes, and pears. Mr. Putter dreams of all the juicy things he loves to eat, but most of all, he dreams of pear jelly.
It is HOT. Mr. Putter and his fine cat, Tabby, are sweating. Their neighbors Mrs. Teaberry and her good dog, Zeke, are sweating, too. Looks like the perfect day for a trip to the big pond!
When Mr. Putter eats twenty-one pineapple jelly rolls, he ends up with a grumbling tummy. Worse, he can't sleep! A midnight stargazing stroll with Tabby seems to be just the cure-but could it be that Mr. Putter and Tabby aren't the only ones still wide awake?
