Category: Humour
After you pass the "Blue Anchor"--the sign of which swings from the branch of an elm tree older even than the house itself--a few steps along the road bring you in sight of the pinnacled, square tower of Coombe-Acton Church. You cannot see the church itself, as, with schools a...
I wish I had the courage to begin this tale by turning to my professional visiting books, and, taking at random any month out of the last twenty years, give its record as a fair...
6. PART II.As my old friend Phil Brand has asked me to do this, I suppose I must. Brand is a right good fellow and a clever fellow, but has plenty of crotchets of his own. The worst I know...
1. CHAPTER I.After you pass the "Blue Anchor"--the sign of which swings from the branch of an elm tree older even than the house itself--a few steps along the road bring you in sight of the...
4. CHAPTER IV.It was early in May. The Academy had been open about a week, long enough for the newspaper critics to tell the public what it ought to admire. Strange to say, this year the crit...
2. CHAPTER II.Some seven years after the ambitious boy left Coombe-Acton, honest farmer Abraham, just when the old-fashioned hawthorn hedges were in whitest bloom, sickened, turned his stolid...
3. CHAPTER III.The next day, whilst driving with her niece, Mrs. Cathcart was seized by a sudden thought. "My dear," she said, "let us go and see about that bust. Where did you say the sculpto...