E. B. White, Garth Williams
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This beloved book by E. B. White, author of Stuart Little and The Trumpet of the Swan, is a classic of children's literature that is "just about perfect."
Some Pig. Humble. Radiant. These are the words in Charlotte's Web, high up in Zuckerman's barn. Charlotte's spiderweb tells of her feelings for a little pig named Wilbur, who simply wants a friend. They also express the love of a girl named Fern, who saved Wilbur's life when he was born the runt of his litter.
E. B. White's Newbery Honor Book is a tender novel of friendship, love, life, and death that will continue to be enjoyed by generations to come. It contains illustrations by Garth Williams, the acclaimed illustrator of E.B. White's Stuart Little and Laura Ingalls Wilder's Little House series, among many other books.
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web.” “What are they?” asked Wilbur, sadly. “You lack a set of spinnerets, and you lack know-how. But cheer up, you don’t need a web. Zuckerman supplies you with three big meals a day. Why should you worry about trapping food?” Wilbur sighed. “You’re ever so much cleverer and brighter than I am, Charlotte. I guess I was just trying to show off. Serves me right.” Templeton untied his string and took it back to his home. Charlotte returned to her weaving. “You needn’t feel too badly, Wilbur,”
animals. XII. A Meeting ONE EVENING, a few days after the writing had appeared in Charlotte’s web, the spider called a meeting of all the animals in the barn cellar. “I shall begin by calling the roll. Wilbur?” “Here!” said the pig. “Gander?” “Here, here, here!” said the gander. “You sound like three ganders,” muttered Charlotte. “Why can’t you just say ‘here’? Why do you have to repeat everything?” “It’s my idio-idio-idiosyncrasy,” replied the gander. “Goose?” said Charlotte. “Here,
raises a pig. And if Wilbur goes there to live, you can walk down the road and visit him as often as you like.” “How much money should I ask for him?” Fern wanted to know. “Well,” said her father, “he’s a runt. Tell your Uncle Homer you’ve got a pig you’ll sell for six dollars, and see what he says.” It was soon arranged. Fern phoned and got her Aunt Edith, and her Aunt Edith hollered for Uncle Homer, and Uncle Homer came in from the barn and talked to Fern. When he heard that the price was
“I suggest that you come on out. It’s wonderful out here.” “Did you say a board was loose?” “That I did, that I did,” said the goose. Wilbur walked up to the fence and saw that the goose was right—one board was loose. He put his head down, shut his eyes, and pushed. The board gave way. In a minute he had squeezed through the fence and was standing in the long grass outside his yard. The goose chuckled. “How does it feel to be free?” she asked. “I like it,” said Wilbur. “That is, I guess I
pasture pond. The song sparrow will return and sing, the frogs will awake, the warm wind will blow again. All these sights and sounds and smells will be yours to enjoy, Wilbur—this lovely world, these precious days . . .” Charlotte stopped. A moment later a tear came to Wilbur’s eye. “Oh, Charlotte,” he said. “To think that when I first met you I thought you were cruel and bloodthirsty!” When he recovered from his emotion, he spoke again. “Why did you do all this for me?” he asked. “I don’t