The Story of the Rock

The Story of the Rock

Mrs Potter said this angrily, and with much emphasis, as she seized her son by the arm and dragged him out of a pool of dirty water, into which he had tumbled. Always at mischief of one sort or another, he is, continued Mrs Potter, with increasing wrath, morning, noon, and nighthe is; tumblin about an smashin things for ever he does; hell break my heart at lasthe will. There: take that! That, which poor little Tommy was desired to take, was a sounding box on the ear, accompanied by a violent shake of the arm which would have drawn that limb out of its socket if the childs bones and muscles had not been very tightly strung together. Mrs Potter was a woman of large body and small brain. In respect of reasoning power, she was little better than the wooden cuckoo which came out periodically from the interior of the clock that stood over her own fireplace and announced the hours. She entertained settled convictions on a few subjects, in regard to which she resembled a musical box. If you set her going on any of these, she would harp away until she had played the tune out, and then begin over again; but she never varied. Reasons, however good, or facts, however weighty, were utterly powerless to penetrate her skull: her settled convictions were not to be unsettled by any such means. Men might change their minds; philosophers might see fit to alter their opinions; weaklings of both sexes and all ages might trim their sails in accordance with the gales of advancing knowledge, but Mrs Potterno: never! her colours were nailed to the mast. Like most people who unite a strong will with an empty head, she was wiser in her own conceit than eleven men that can render a reason: in brief, she was obstinate. ......Buy Now (To Read More)

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Ebook Number: 23272
Author: Ballantyne, R. M. (Robert Michael)
Release Date: Oct 31, 2007
Format: eBook
Language: English