{"id":256431,"date":"2026-07-13T14:47:24","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T11:47:24","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/clementine-rose-and-the-surprise-visitor-harvey-jacqueline\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T14:47:24","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T11:47:24","slug":"clementine-rose-and-the-surprise-visitor-harvey-jacqueline","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/clementine-rose-and-the-surprise-visitor-harvey-jacqueline\/","title":{"rendered":"Clementine Rose And The Surprise Visitor – Harvey Jacqueline"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Clementine liked watching the way the long hairs that stuck out of his nostrils fluttered in time with his breaths. She glanced up at his hair. Most of the older men Clementine knew had grey or silver hair, like Mr Mogg and Father Bob, or not very much at all, like Uncle Digby. He just had a few long strands that he combed over the top and kept in place with some goo from a jar.<\/p>\n

This man\u2019s hair was dark orange and there was something not quite right about the way it was sitting. Clementine stood up on her tippy-toes and reached out to touch the thick crop. Her finger pressed against it gently. The man snorted loudly and she jumped back. Clemmie held her breath but his eyes stayed firmly shut. She wanted to touch his hair again \u2013 it felt rough, like the soap pad Uncle Digby used to scrub the saucepans.<\/p>\n

She reached up and stretched out her hand but just as she did, something terrible happened. As she made contact with the hair, it slid right off the top of his head and onto the floor. Clemmie clutched her hands to her mouth. She\u2019d never seen anyone\u2019s hair fall off like that before. The orange mop lay on the floor like a flat ginger cat. Clementine leaned down to get a closer look. She didn\u2019t want to touch it any more but somehow she had to get it back on top of the man\u2019s head.<\/p>\n

Clementine gripped it between her pointer finger and thumb and lifted it up slowly. Just as the hair was level with the top of the man\u2019s head, a fly began to buzz around his left ear. And right at the same time Clementine was about to deposit the hair back onto his head, the man stirred and swatted at the fly. He missed and flicked his hair right into the fireplace, where it erupted into flames and burnt away to nothing in seconds.<\/p>\n

Clementine stood perfectly still and held her breath. She wondered if she could make him some new hair and tape it to his shiny head before he woke up. She remembered her old toy orangutan. Then she remembered that she\u2019d lost it at her friend Poppy\u2019s house. Maybe the man wouldn\u2019t notice. Maybe he had some more hair in his suitcase that he could wear instead.<\/p>\n

Maybe it would grow back before he woke up.<\/p>\n

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Clementine Rose was delivered not in the usual way, at a hospital, but in the back of a mini-van, in a basket of dinner rolls. So begins the story of a lovely little girl who lives in Penberthy Floss in a large ramshackle house with her mother, Lady Clarissa, Digby Pertwhistle the butler and a very sweet teacup pig called Lavender. When her scary Aunt Violet arrives unexpectedly, the household is thrown into disarray. What is it that Aunt Violet really wants and what is she carrying in her mysterious black bag?<\/p>\n

From the author of the best-selling Alice-Miranda series. 1kitap1.com\/en 1kitap1.com\/en For Linsay and Julie, who helped dream her up, and for Ian, as always 1kitap1.com\/en CONTENTS Cover About the Book Title Dedication Chapter 01 Chapter 02 Chapter 03 Chapter 04 Chapter 05 Chapter 06 Chapter 07 Chapter 08 Chapter 09 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Cast of Characters About the Author Also By Copyright Notice More at Random House Australia 1kitap1.com\/en Clementine Rose was delivered not in the usual way, at a hospital, but in the back of a mini-van, in a basket of dinner rolls.<\/p>\n

There was no sign of any mother or father. Pierre Rousseau, the village baker, had made several stops that morning before his last call at the crumbling mansion known as Penberthy House, on the edge of the village of Penberthy Floss. As Pierre\u2019s van skidded to a halt on the gravel drive at the back door, he thought he heard a faint meowing sound.<\/p>\n

\u2018Claws, that better not be you back there,\u2019 Pierre grouched. He wondered if he had yet again managed to pick up Mrs Mogg\u2019s cheeky tabby when he stopped to make his delivery at the general store. Claws had a habit of sneaking on board when Pierre wasn\u2019t looking and had often taken the trip around the village with him. But Claws did not reply. Pierre hopped out of the van and walked around to the side door. A faded sign in swirly writing said \u2018Pierre\u2019s Patisserie \u2013 cakes and pastries of distinction\u2019.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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