Singapore Sapphire by A M Stuart
‘Hello,’ she called, her voice vanishing into the dark bowels of the house.
Moominvalley in November by Tove Jansson
Early one morning in Moominvalley Snufkin woke up in his tent with the feeling that autumn had come and that it was time to break camp.
Moominpappa at Sea by Tove Jansson
One afternoon at the end of August, Moominpappa was walking about in his garden feeling at a loss.
Tales from Moominvalley by Tove Jansson
One calm and cloudless evening, towards the end of April, Snufkin found himself far enough to the north to see still unmelted patches of snow on the northern slopes.