It is an August morning. It is an old English manor-house. There is a breakfast-room hung with old gilded leather of the times of the Stuarts; it has oak furniture of the same period; it has leaded lattices with stained glass in some of their frames, and the motto of the house in old French, "J'ay bon vouloir," emblazoned there with the crest of a heron resting in a crown. Thence, windows open on to a green, quaint, lovely garden, which was laid out by Monsieur Beaumont when he planned the gardens of Hampton Court. There are clipped yew-tree walks and arbors and fantastic forms; there are stone terraces and steps like those of Haddon, and there are peacocks which pace and perch upon them; there are beds full of all the flowers which blossomed in the England of the Stuarts, and birds dart and butterflies pass above them; there are huge old trees, cedars, lime, hornbeam; beyond the gardens there are the woods and grassy lawns of the home park. The place is called Surrenden Court, and is one of the houses of George, Earl of Usk, -his favorite house in what pastoral people call autumn, and what he calls the shooting season.
When Connecticut mechanic and foreman Hank Morgan is knocked unconscious, he wakes not to the familiar scenes of nineteenth-century America but to the bewildering sights and sounds of sixth-century Camelot. Although confused at first and quickly imprisoned, he soon realises that his knowledge of the future can transform his fate. Correctly predicting a solar eclipse from inside his prison cell, Morgan terrifies the people of England into releasing him and swiftly establishes himself as the most powerful magician in the land, stronger than Merlin and greatly admired by Arthur himself. But the Connecticut Yankee wishes for more than simply a place at the Round Table. Soon, he begins a far greater struggle: to bring American democratic ideals to Old England. Complex and fascinating, "A Connecticut Yankee" is a darkly comic consideration of the nature of human nature and society.
You say you want to own your business. You say you want to work around dogs. Self-service dog washes have been around for twenty years but many, many communities still do not have one. You say this would be the perfect small business for you to start. This is the book that tells you how do it. Author Doug Gelbert distills his experience from tens of thousands of dirty dogs in his shops in Delaware and Pennsylvania into Starting And Running A Do-It-Yourself Dog Wash. The book is divided into over 30 easily digested topics that take the would-be-business owner through every imaginable aspect of do-it-yourself dog washes (see table of contents). The book is printed in a user-friendly spiral binding that lays open flat for the easiest possible access and quick reference. In addition to the covered topics there are 32 dog wash-specific forms that you can tear out or copy for your business: Cash Flow Variance Report Comment Card Customer Questionnaire Customer Release Form Demographic Matrix Emergency Report Employee Application Form Employee Confidentiality Agreement Employee Personal Data Form Employment Questionnaire Frequent BatherUs Club Application Guest Book Sheets Income Variance Report Introductory Period Agreement Job Description Form ManagerUs Daily Summary Report ManagerUs Job Agreement Monthly Demographic Totals Pet Sitter Record Supplies Control Log Tip Sheets Car Travel With Your Dog Chocolate Is Poison Home Pet Clipping How To Clip Toenails How To Pet A Dog Proper Brushing The Perfect Dog Bath Your Dog and Summer Your Dog and Winter Vendor Data Sheet Weekly Money In/Out
John Grange's brown, good-looking face turned of a reddish-brown in the cheeks, the warm tint mounting into his forehead, as he looked straight in the speaker's eyes, and there was a good, manly English ring in his voice as he said sturdily- "I didn't know, Mr Ellis, that it was insolent for a man to come in a straightforward way, and say to the father of the young lady simply-yes, and humbly-'I love your daughter, sir.'" "But it is, sir, downright insolence. Recollect what you are, sir, only an under-gardener living at the bothy on thirty shillings a week." "I do recollect it, sir, but I don't mean to be an under-gardener always."
The Baroness Volterra drove to the Palazzo Conti in the heart of Rome at nine o'clock in the morning, to be sure of finding Donna Clementina at home. She had tried twice to telephone, on the previous afternoon, but the central office had answered that "the communication was interrupted." She was very anxious to see Clementina at once, in order to get her support for a new and complicated charity. She only wanted the name, and expected nothing else, for the Conti had very little ready money, though they still lived as if they were rich.
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