wombleton

Updated: May 17, 2025

"From Wimbleton to Wombleton is fifteen miles; From Wombleton to Wimbleton is fifteen miles; From Wimbleton to Wombleton, from Wombleton to Wimbleton, From Wimbleton to Wombleton, " The song trailed off into silence as it had done before.

Isabel Ecclestone Mackay - Up the Hill and Over

A far off whistling mingled with the gurgling water and twittering birds? Esther's hand tightened upon the letter she leaned forward, listening intently. How loud the birds were! How confusing the sound of water! But now she caught the whistling again "From Wimbleton to Wombleton is fifteen miles"

Isabel Ecclestone Mackay - Up the Hill and Over

The cheery singing ended abruptly with the collapse of the singer upon a particularly inviting slope of grass. He was very dusty. He was very hot. The way from Wimbleton to Wombleton seemed suddenly extraordinarily long and tiresome. The slope was green and cool. Just below it slept a cool, green pool, deep, delicious a swimming pool such as dreams are made of.

Isabel Ecclestone Mackay - Up the Hill and Over

Apparently the little boy was deaf. The questioner raised his voice, "or if you can oblige me with the exact distance to Wombleton," he went on earnestly, "that will do quite as well." No answer, civil or otherwise, from the youth by the pool. Only a convulsive wiggle intended to cover the undefended position of the school books.

Isabel Ecclestone Mackay - Up the Hill and Over

This was so true that the small boy sat up and scowled. "I judge," went on the other, "that I am now midway between Arden, otherwise, Wimbleton, and Arcady, sometime known as Wombleton. The question is, which way and how? A simple sum in arithmetic will little boy, do not frown like that! The wind may change. Smile nicely, and I'll tell you something."

Isabel Ecclestone Mackay - Up the Hill and Over