Anne Douglas Sedgwick 
Tante [EPUB ebook] 

pub One.info thank you for your continued support and wish to present you this new edition. It was the evening of Madame Okraska’s concert at the old St. James’s Hall. London was still the place of the muffled roar and the endearing ugliness. Horse-‘buses plied soberly in an unwidened Piccadilly. The private motor was a curiosity. Berlin had not been emulated in an altered Mall nor New York in the facades of giant hotels. The Saturday and Monday pops were still an institution; and the bell of the muffin-man, in such a wintry season, passed frequently along the foggy streets and squares. Already the epoch seems remote.