A charmingly whimsical story of studio life with its ups and downs of affluence and pawntickets, and a romantic adventure among the woods and hills and rivers in search of the Isle of Delight. Kenny lives under the spell of Irish fairies and he sprinkles some of their stardust over you as you read the story.
ign and striking. There were times when he looked irresistibly theatric and ducal.
Kenny repeated his willingness to lend his wardrobe.
"Of course you would," said Garry. "Though it's hardly the point and difficult to remember when Brian is in a hurry and has to send out a boy to buy him a collar."
In the matter of money, to take up another point, Kenny felt that his son had a peculiar genius for always having money somewhere. Brian had of necessity been saved considerable inconvenience by a tendency to economy and resource. As usual, if anybody suffered it was Kenny.
"For 'tis myself, dear lad," he finished, "that runs the scale a bit. Faith, I'm that impecunious at times I'm beside myself with fret and worry."
Brian steeled himself against the disarming gentleness of the change of mood. It was inevitably strategic. Wily and magnetic Kenny always had his way. It was plain he thought to have it now with every instinct up in arms at the thought of Brian's going.
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The problem with ths book is that the characters are really flat, unbelievable, made out of paper. Very so-so.
The story of Kenny and how he made good.