THE HUNDRED DRESSES BOOK

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Eleanor Estes's The Hundred Dresses won a Newbery Honor in and has never been out See our editors' favorite books each month for kids of all ages. Editorial Reviews. brocapazbebuh.cf Review. Wanda Petronski lives way up in shabby Boggins Add Audible book to your download for just $ Deliver to your. The Hundred Dresses is a children's book by Eleanor Estes, illustrated by Louis Slobodkin. In the book, a young Polish girl named Wanda Petronski goes.


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The Hundred Dresses book. Read reviews from the world's largest community for readers. Eleanor Estes's The Hundred Dresses won a Newbery Honor in. Wanda claims she has one hundred dresses at home, but everyone knows she doesn't and bullies her mercilessly. The class feels terrible when Wanda is. Hundred Dresses by Eleanor Estes, , available at Book Depository with free delivery worldwide.

Jackie S. Thursday, February 28, at pm This book is absolutely fantastic. You should really read this. It really has a good message in the book.

When you read it, there could be a lot of questions in your head and a lot of thoughts. This review contains spoilers! There are two girls who are best friends, named Maddie and Peggy or something.

And everyday they tease this other girl named Wanda who seems to be very poor. Although she always wears the same dress, Wanda says she has a hundred dresses. Nobody believes her, so they make fun of her. Maddie doesn't like to tease Wanda because she's poor too , but goes along with it anyway. Unfortunate and sad, both. And I want you all to think about it.

Maddie tried to prepare her lessons, but she could not put her mind on her work. She had a very sick feeling in the bottom of her stomach. True, she had not enjoyed listening to Peggy ask Wanda how many dresses she had in her closet, but she had said nothing. She had stood by silently, and that was just as bad as what Peggy had done.

She was a coward. She had thought, supposing she was the one being made fun of. But she had done just as much as Peggy to make life miserable for Wanda by simply standing by and saying nothing. She had helped to make someone so unhappy that she had had to move away from town. She turned around and stole a glance at Peggy, but Peggy did not look up.

She seemed to be studying hard. Well, whether Peggy felt badly or not, she, Mad-die, had to do something. She had to find Wanda Petronski. Maybe she had not yet moved away. Maybe Peggy would climb the Heights with her and they would tell Wanda she had won the contest. And that they thought she was smart and the hundred dresses were beautiful. Maddie glowed. Peggy was really all right, just as she always thought.

Peg was really all right.

She was o. I never thought she had the sense to know we were making fun of her anyway. I thought she was too dumb.

And gee, look how she can draw! And I thought I could draw. All she hoped was that they would find Wanda. And just to say how wonderful the whole school thought she was, and please not to move away and everybody would be nice. She and Peggy would fight anybody who was not nice. Maddie fell to imagining a story in which she and Peggy assailed any bully who might be going to pick on Wanda.

For a time Maddie consoled herself with these thoughts, but they soon vanished and again she felt unhappy and wished everything could be nice the way it was before any of them had made fun of Wanda.

How drab and cold and cheerless it was up here on the Heights! In the summer time the woods, the sumac, and the ferns that grew along the brook on the side of the road were lush and made this a beautiful walk on Sunday afternoons. But now it did not seem beautiful. The two girls hurried on. They hoped to get to the top of the hill before dark. At last, pulling and panting, they rounded the top of the hill. The first house, that old rickety one, belonged to old man Sven-son. Peggy and Maddie hurried past it almost on tiptoe.

Somebody said once that old man Svenson had shot a man. It was too cold and drizzly for old man Svenson to be in his customary chair tilted against the house, chewing and spitting tobacco juice.

Even his dog was nowhere in sight and had not barked at the girls from wherever he might be. Wisps of old grass stuck up here and there along the pathway like thin wet kittens.

The house and its sparse little yard looked shabby but clean. There was not a sign of life about the house except for a yellow cat, half grown, crouching on the one small step close to the front door. It leapt timidly with a small cry half way up a tree when the girls came into the yard.

Peggy knocked firmly on the door, but there was no answer. She and Maddie went around to the back yard and kn ocked there.

Still there was no answer. They listened sharply, but only a deep silence pressed against their eardrums. There was no doubt about it.

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The Petronskis were gone. Maddie was beginning to wonder how she could bear the hard fact that Wanda had actually gone and that she might never be able to make amends. It opened easily, for it was a light thing and looked as though it furnished but frail protection against the cold winds that blew up here in the winter time.

The little square room that the door opened into was empty. There was absolutely nothing left in ic, and in the comer a closet with its door wide open was empty too. Maddie wondered what it had held before the Petronskis moved out. And now how could she and Peggy tell Wanda anything? Maybe the teacher knew where she had moved to. Maybe old man Svenson knew.

They might knock on his door and ask on the way down. Or the post office might know. If they wrote a letter, Wanda might get it because the post office might forward it. Feeling very downcast and discouraged, the girls closed the door and started for home.

Coming down the road, way, way off in the distance, through the drizzle they could see the water of the bay, gray and cold. So perhaps the cat belonged to him.

They lost their courage about knocking on his door and asking when the Petronskis had left and anyway, goodness! Here was old man Svenson himself corning up the road. Everything about Svenson was yellow; his house, his cat, his trousers, his drooping mustache and tangled hair, his hound loping behind him, and the long streams of tobacco juice he expertly shot from between his scattered yellow teeth.

The two girls drew over to the side of the path as they hurried by. When they were a good way past, they stopped.

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Old man Svenson turned around, but said nothing. Finally he did answer, but his words were unintelligible, and the two girls turned and ran down the hill as fast as they could. Old man Svenson looked after them for a moment and then went on up the hill, muttering to himself and scratching his head. When they were back down on Oliver Street again, the girls stopped running. They still felt disconsolate, and Maddie wondered if she were going to be unhappy about Wanda and the hundred dresses forever.

Besides, when I was asking her about all of her dresses she probably was getting good ideas for her drawings.

She might not even have won the contest otherwise. But that night she could not get to sleep. She thought about Wanda and her faded blue dress and the little house she had lived in; and old man Svenson living a few steps away.

And she thought of the glowing picture those hundred dresses made — all lined up in the classroom. At last Maddie sat up in bed and pressed her forehead tight in her hands and really thought. This was the hardest thinking she had ever done. After a long, long time she reached an important conclusion. She was never going to stand by and say nothing again. She had no way of making things right with Wanda, but from now on she would never make anybody else so unhappy again.

Finally, all tired out, Maddie fell asleep.

They were writing a letter to Wanda Petronski. It was just a friendly letter telling about the contest and telling Wanda she had won. They told her how pretty her drawings were, and that now they were studying about Winfield Scott m school.

And they asked her if she liked where she was living now and if she liked her new teacher.

The teacher had not known where Wanda had moved to, so their only hope was that the post office knew. The minute they dropped the letter m the mail box they both felt happier and more carefree. Days passed and there was no answer, but the letter did not come back so maybe Wanda had received it. Perhaps she was so hurt and angry she was not going to answer.

You could not blame her. She only had one dress and she must have had to wash and iron it overnight. But it was always clean. Several weeks went by and still Wanda did not answer. Peggy had begun to forget the whole business, and Maddie put herself to sleep at night making speeches about Wanda, defending her from great crowds of girls who were trying to tease her with, How many dresses have you got? This girl is just a girl just like you are. Sometimes she rescued Wanda from a sinking ship or the hoofs of a runaway horse.

Now it was Christmas time and there was snow on the ground.

Christmas bells and a small tree decorated the classroom. And on one narrow blackboard Jack Beggles had drawn a jolly fat Santa Claus in red and white chalk. First the children had acted the story or Tiny Tim. Then they had sung songs and Cecile had done some dances in different costumes. After the party the teacher said she had a surprise, and she showed the class a letter she had received that-moming. The bright little artist who won the drawing contest? Well, she has written me and I am glad to know where she lives because now I can send her medal.

And I hope it gets there for Christmas. Product details For ages Format Paperback 80 pages Dimensions x x Review Text "Sensitive, intuitive, restrained. Review quote "Sensitive, intuitive, restrained.

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Contemporary; undated online, with later ISBN. Wispy, evocative, color sketches by Caldecott Medalist Louis Slobodkin echo the often wistful tone of this time-proven classic. Thursday, February 28, at pm This book is absolutely fantastic. Wanda says the class can keep her drawings of dresses because she has a hundred new dresses, and gives special instructions for two drawings — Peggy gets the green dress and Maddie gets the blue.

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