Category: Children & Young Adult Reading

A Christmas Child: A Sketch of a Boy-Life

Christmas week a good many years ago. Not an "old-fashioned" Christmas this year, for there was no snow or ice; the sky was clear and the air pure, but yet without the sharp, bracing clearness and purity that Master Jack Frost brings when he comes to see us in one of his nice,...

Chapters

9. CHAPTER VIII.

How delightful it was to wake the next morning and to see sparkling in the early sunshine the neat little silver coins, and the big copper ones, laid out in a row on his table!...

7. CHAPTER VI.

From this time, I think, Ted lost his fear of mountains and giants. It was not till a long time afterwards that he explained to his mother exactly how it had been, and by that t...

11. CHAPTER X.

Another winter came and went. Ted had another birthday, which made him eleven years old. Another happy Christmas time--this year of the old-fashioned snowy kind, for even in Nov...

8. CHAPTER VII.

"See what Ted has brought thoo," he said, kissing his baby sister with the pretty tenderness he always showed her, "and see what muzzer has gave _me_," he went on, turning to nu...

4. CHAPTER III.

There was no one in the nursery, fortunately for Ted's plans. _Un_fortunately rather, we should perhaps say, for if nurse had been there, she would have asked for what he wanted...

3. CHAPTER II.

Down below the garden of Ted's pretty home flowed, or danced rather, with a constant merry babble, a tiny stream. A busy, fussy stream it was, on its way to the beautiful little...

6. CHAPTER V.

"Oh ses," said Ted. "Mabel has been telling us such a lovely story. It's not finnied yet. She's going to tell the rest in the garden at home. Oh, I _am_ so happy. It's been such...

5. CHAPTER IV.

But whenever Mr. Brand, poor man, came to call, Ted was sure in some mysterious way to disappear. After a while his mother began to notice it, though, as Mr. Brand did not come...

10. CHAPTER IX.

In Ted's pleasant home there was a queer little room used for nothing in particular. It was a very little room, hardly worthy indeed of the name, but it had, like some small men...

2. CHAPTER I.

Christmas week a good many years ago. Not an "old-fashioned" Christmas this year, for there was no snow or ice; the sky was clear and the air pure, but yet without the sharp, br...

12. CHAPTER XI.

The summer in the wolds, so long looked forward to, was over. It had been very happy, in spite of the rain having given the visitors at the Skensdale farm-house rather more of h...

13. CHAPTER XII.

"It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be, Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere. The lily of a day Is fa...

1. CHAPTER XII.