Poems, stories and lots more- Dr Audrey Coatesworth

Quess what -I have made this story into an ebook and added 10 poems The ebook can be read on a Kindle and on your computer, and is less than the price of an icecream! if you have a KINDLE APP. The app is free and your parent or teacher can download it.

I have had some paperbacks books printed of this story + 10 poems and you can see it below.
Ask your parent or teacher to look on their page and see the details.

A girl aged 15 years took this photo for my cover for this books.

The goll belonged to her mother when she was a little girl, so it is a very old doll.

One of the poems, it is about old toys. This doll is still loved . When you read the story you will see how perfect this cover is.

The little princess walked from room to room. “Where shall I play today?” she wondered.

Her name was Princess Annabel Susanna, a lively little girl and the only daughter of the king and queen . She lived in a very big palace. She was as pretty as any little girl could be with brown curly hair, which shone with a reddish glow in the sunlight, and big brown eyes. She was at this time nearly nine years of age. She could read and do her sums and was enjoying learning to play the piano, though she hated the recorder. Yes, she really hated that as all she could make was a squeaky sound. She wanted to learn to play the guitar but her teacher said it was too difficult for her until she was older. Sometimes she would watch television when her governess allowed. She had her lessons in the palace school room with eleven other little children chosen for her by her parents as being ‘suitable companions’. These were six boys and five girls.

As you can imagine she had everything any little girl could want .Her parents wanted her to be happy and provided her with whatever they could think of for a little girl’s enjoyment.

Imagine – one room was filled with dolls. She loved dolls but how do you play with about fifty, which one should she chose. It was so difficult that sometimes she would just stand at the door and look. Why? Well, she had dolls dressed in the clothes of different countries, dolls in silk dresses and with long hair and china faces, looking all prim and proper. There were some in trousers and with high heeled shoes with coats and hats to match. Some were like babies with nappies and a bottle, complete with high chair, pram and cot. She had endless changes of clothes for those with flexible arms and legs. There were clothes of every colour and size to fit any doll in the room, all on little coat hangers in rows under a shelf at just the right height. Combs and brushes for her dolls were in silver, and shone on the little dressing table. This had been specially made for her so she could do her dolls’ hair - just as her maid did her hair each morning. She had six dolls houses! She didn’t know which to play with.

Another room had countless books and drawing materials so that she could have read or been drawing for months without stopping! A table was in the middle of the room with several small chairs, all ready for her chosen friends to join her. She had the latest laptop computers, one for each of her friends and all in different colours, though she scarcely knew how to use one. She had paints and brushes, crayons, felt tip pens of every colour and thickness you could imagine. All the favourite children’s authors were lined up in order on the shelves – but she didn’t know which one was her favourite or which one should she chose to read? Which would she enjoy the most? Oh dear, how was she to know?

There was one room, with cutting out materials, set aside just for making pictures and collages, with a floor that the maids could easily clean when paint or water was spilled on it. Though I have to say that seldom was any picture or collage finished, so that, on the

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