Another year with Denise and Ned Toodles

Denise sat all alone in her phaeton, her elbows resting upon her knees, and her chin propped upon her hands. The soft brown curls fell all about her face, and the brown eyes, wh...

Ned Toodles trotted along the road that beautiful afternoon, and Denise’s joyous mood found a vent in a charming little song which kept time with Ned’s footfalls and to which he...

It was the twentieth of April! Tan’s birthday! At least, Denise considered it his birthday, for upon that date, when she was a wee lassie of four, Tan had been given to her, alt...

No second invitation was needed, and with one of the marvelous “neck-or-nothing” bounds which only boys can make, Hart rested one hand upon the fence and the next instant stood...

Although Hart had been with Denise and her pets daily for the past three weeks, up to this time he had never undertaken to mount Ned. He had ridden in the carriage by the hour,...

The library windows stood open, and the soft little June winds played “peep” with the lace curtains, swaying them in and out, and letting the rose-laden air slip into the room....

“We will stop at the market, dear, and lay in a supply of goodies for Mary,” said Mrs. Lombard, as she took her seat in the phaeton beside Denise, the following morning.

This time Ned was not arrayed in ribbons, but in tiny American flags stuck in every part of his harness that they could be stuck and fastened all over the carriage, for it was t...

“Well, how soon can you all be ready? We must get an early start if we expect to secure the best seats in the house,” cried Mr. Lombard, as dessert was being served at dinner th...

“We have waited for Pokey’s arrival before making our first visit to the ‘Chapel’ this year,” said Mrs. Lombard, when all were seated at the dinner-table at one o’clock on Sunday.

Feeling that a real tragedy had come into the little girl’s life, as great as perhaps she would ever experience, for Mrs. Lombard fully realized how strong was the tie between D...

Had not Sailor acted so promptly, one trembles to think what might have been the outcome of Hart’s adventure, but as the man bent down to avoid the branches when he entered the...

“Good-night, Sweetheart. Good-night, Pokey, dear,” said Mrs. Lombard, as she kissed the children just before departing a few evenings later to attend a card-party given by one o...

Vacation was slipping away all too rapidly, and the first of September drawing near to carry Pokey away from her beloved Springdale and back to the city and school duties. But P...

It all began with Beauty Buttons. Ordinarily Beauty was a well-behaved dog, but even a well-behaved dog has been known, to resent discourtesies, and Beauty had a grievance. In t...

“Stand aside! Get out of my way! I can say what I wish to. Do you own that savage beast which sprang over your fence and caused me to be upset in your gutter?”

The first of September came all too quickly. Pokey’s trunk was packed, and Pokey, with many regrets, and many yearnings for a longer stay in her beloved Springdale, set her face...

“Oh, what fun! Are we all going? And way down to Summit Ridge? Who planned it? Are we to stay all day long?” were the questions which poured rapidly from Denise’s lips one brigh...

Down the rough mountain-road wound the party, Hart, as usual, well in the lead, for Pinto hated to travel behind the others, but this time Denise kept close by the carriage, and...

Winter had come in earnest. November was drawing to a close, and leaving behind convincing evidence that it had claimed the right to be classed as a winter, rather than as a fal...

Once November passes, Christmas seems very near at hand, and, before we know it, the day dearest to all young people, with its plans, its secrets, and its surprises, is with us....

“Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!” was the cry which sounded from one end of the house to the other when Christmas morning dawned, bright and beautiful, as we always love to pi...