Carolyn of the sunny heart

The craggy heights of upper Central Park trailed a skirt of afternoon shadow across the narrow strip of greensward and the asphalt path. One felt the chill of spring in the shad...

"Oh, Johnny O'Harrity, I am so glad!" she said with relief. "I'd most forgotten this was his night for getting home early. So _much_ has happened this afternoon," and she sighed...

The next day was a holiday, so Carolyn May did not have to get up at half past seven and hurry to school. Nevertheless she and Prince were early abroad.

Setting forth on this adventure promised to Carolyn May all that a hazard of new fortunes ever yields the young. She accompanied the _Beacon's_ new reporter with the conviction...

The red-haired girl became very soon Carolyn May's _b te noire_. She had but recently moved into the neighbourhood and even the best of the Harlem blocks sometimes have a sprink...

A woman screamed somewhere from above. She was doubtless looking down upon the corner and saw the frightened children scatter and the grey-white bulldog charging upon the fallen...

Here were children of all ages, and so many, many babies! Of course they were dirty-faced and raggedly clothed in most instances. Quite in contrast to the babies on her own bloc...

There was a mystery about the pale lady, and a mystery delighted Carolyn May just as it delights something like nine-tenths of the human race. The mystery of the fourth dimensio...

The doctor went away and came back again before the pale lady's husband, for whom Mr. Cameron telephoned, arrived at the little apartment. The patient was then better, but still...

The closing day of Carolyn May's school was so close at hand that she could not get to see the pale lady again. There was, too, something about the Bassetts, whom the little gir...

"Oh! Aunty Rose Kennedy!" cried the little girl, finally recovering her voice. "I wondered and _wondered_ why you didn't come back to us. It wasn't your garden that kept you up...

"'Flow Gently, Sweet Afton' certainly gave us a sermon out of the common today," declared Uncle Joe on Sunday, after meeting. "And I believe I can see Car'lyn May's fine Italian...

Really, there was a great deal at and about the Truefelt House besides wooden legs for Carolyn May to be interested in; but it must be confessed that her mind was more set on Ca...

The trouble was all over long before Mamma Cameron came down; and to Carolyn's relief nobody seemed to think her dog was much to blame save the cockatoo looking man, Mr. Oliver...

Carolyn could scarcely wait in patience for Thursday to come and the pale lady and her baby to arrive at the island. But meanwhile there were many things to occupy her time and...

I was sometimes a sharp race for the bus drivers from the Old Harbour to the New Harbour and return, when the two regular boats came in. But on Thursday the boat due to make the...

Mr. Cameron's stay at the Truefelt House was brief enough. He returned to New York by boat and train on Sunday evening. Nevertheless he found time for a serious conversation wit...

At first the light was so hazy in her mother's bedroom that Carolyn May was not sure she was in bed. And when the little girl did see her, Mamma Cameron lay so still that she wa...

Little but smoke-damage was done to the main part of the hotel; but the whole house must be redecorated before it could be made really habitable. And with the kitchen unusable t...

Of course, Mrs. Cameron had written all the particulars of the fire at the hotel to her husband, and how Carolyn May and Prince had alarmed the household and perhaps saved her m...

Carolyn May had seen her friend and his wife, who had become interested in Baby Laird, on several occasions since they had first driven by the Ball place. They often came over t...

The knowledge that the Double O's (Captain Ozias Littlefield and his cousin, Oliver) were near by, excited again Carolyn May's curiosity regarding the artificial limbs worn by t...

The cockatoo looking man, as Carolyn May often called Mr. Oly Littlefield, was for once stricken dumb, as well as helpless. His hat had flown off his head and followed his cane,...

At the Orowoc House the largest and best furnished of the private suites was occupied by Carolyn's stern looking friend and his wife. The latter's maid, who was a French-woman,...

Barzilla Ball was, like most single-minded people, thoroughly confident that the project he had evolved regarding the swordfishing industry had no flaw in it. And perhaps it was...

Carolyn May had no intention of eavesdropping. She was not that sort of little girl. If she listened on occasion to what her elders were saying, she had perfect confidence in he...

Captain Ozias Littlefield's lack of curiosity regarding his cousin's wooden leg might have impressed a more mature mind than Carolyn May's as being rather suspicious. The little...

"From the Corners, and Uncle Joe, and Aunt Mandy, and Aunty Rose Kennedy, and Freda, and dear little Car'lyn Mandy, too! I love Baby Laird; but Car'lyn Amanda is our owniest own...

If her friend was disturbed in his secret thoughts by the little girl's prattle about the ten thousand dollars that had been lost, Carolyn was not likely to know it. Especially...

Upon that tableau, flying down the steep path with a step lighter than she had heard it for many a long day, came the pale lady's husband--or, as Carolyn May would call him to t...