Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. One may as well begin with Helen's letters to her sister.<br><br>Howards End,<br>Tuesday.<br><br>Dearest Meg,<br><br>It isn't going to be what we expected. It is old and little, and altogether delightful - red brick. We can scarcely pack in as it is, and the dear knows what will happen when Paul (younger son) arrives tomorrow. From hall you go right or left into dining-room or drawing-room. Hall itself is practically a room. You open another door in it, and there are the stairs going up in a sort of tunnel to the first-floor. Three bed-rooms in a row there, and three attics in a row above. That isn't all the house really, but it's all that one notices - nine windows as you look up from the front garden.<br><br>Then there's a very big wych-elm - to the left as you look up - leaning a little over the house, and standing on the boundary between the garden and meadow. I quite love that tree already. Also ordinary elms, oaks - no nastier than ordinary oaks - pear-trees, apple-trees, and a vine. No silver birches, though. However, I must get on to my host and hostess. I only wanted to show that it isn't the least what we expected. Why did we settle that their house would be all gables and wiggles, and their garden all gamboges-coloured paths?
| ISBN: | 9780259659471 |
| Publication date: | 27th November 2019 |
| Author: | Forster, E. M. |
| Publisher: | Forgotten Books |
| Format: | Ebook (PDF) |
| Primary Genre | Classic fiction: general and literary |
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