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My naughty little sister is the naughtiest little girl in the world. She is guaranteed to cause mischief wherever she goes! She digs up the garden, eats all the trifle and she doesn't even like Father Christmas!

My naughty little sister is the naughtiest little girl in the world... she's always having adventures! She wins a prize in the Fancy Dress parade, and she goes to the hairdresser with Bad Harry to watch him have his golden curls chopped off. But she's a very stubborn girl at the photographer's shop - she won't say cheese!

My naughty little sister is the naughtiest little girl in the world, and there's double trouble with her best friend, Bad Harry! There's a peculiar pile of green mouldy crusts on the floor - where has it come from? Bad Harry gets covered in polish and sawdust, but he doesn't think that's naughty at all. And why on earth are those children taking pieces of cheese and bacon rind to the library?

The central theme of these 13 short stories mirrors Dorothy Edwards’s own life: that of people’s inability to fully empathize with each other. Her characters mix on a social level, often over tea, at the piano, or on walks, but when they fully reach out to each other, only disappointment ensues as they fail to come into human contact on anything but a superficial level.

The central theme of Dorothy Edwards' writing mirrors her own life, that of the marginalization of women and the struggle of women to lead independent lives. In Winter Sonata, there is also the seeming inability for the men and women of the novel to connect in any deep way, reflecting Edward’s own lack of empathy.