id	author	title	date	pages	extension	mime	words	sentence	flesch	summary	cache	txt
23114	Walton, Amy	Our Frank and other stories			.txt	text/plain	29839	1346	83	It was a mild spring evening, and Mrs Frank Darvell was toiling slowly up Whiteleaf Hill on her way back from market. The room Mrs Frank Darvell entered with a heavy, tired tread was a good-sized kitchen, one end of which was entirely occupied by a huge open fireplace without any grate; on the hearth burned and crackled a bright little wood-fire, the flames of which played merrily round a big black kettle hung on a chain.	cache/23114.txt	txt/23114.txt
