Chicken Little Jane

"Jane," called Mrs. Morton as the child was starting back to school one noon a few days after the wedding, "go by the postoffice on your way home and ask for the mail. There wil...

Sundays always dragged in the Morton household. Dr. and Mrs. Morton, like many other excellent people of their day, believed in the saving grace of "Thou shalt not!" The list of...

Chicken Little's silver-spangled tarlatan skirts stood out crisp and glittering. Her straight brown hair had been coaxed by dint of two rows of curl papers to hang in shining br...

"She's getting mad," said the little girl in the pink dress and white frilled pinafore--sister to the blue dress. "You'd better go--she's leaning out the window and she'll see u...

Chicken Little scarcely saw her mother for the next three weeks. Mrs. Morton seemed to be always shopping or calling or doing something so important that she could not be interr...

"They are hard to keep clean. But the nice families always make their children wear white, I notice. I don't see why black wouldn't look just as well with black shoes--especiall...

"For goodness' sake, don't 'poor' me any more! My eyes will be all right as soon as they get a good rest--the doctor said so. I guess I can stand it if they don't hurt like sin....

May seemed to have traded places with April that year for it was a month of many showers. Poor Marian got tired of watching the pelting rain and Mrs. Morton complained that it w...

During the weeks of worry over Ernest's eyes and the deeper anxiety over Marian's tragic weakness, Chicken Little was left much to her own devices. Mrs. Morton was too overburde...

"Well, get your baskets ready and we'll do the best we can to find the flowers. We can take some green from the house plants to help fill up--my oxalis is blooming nicely--that...

"Poor Alice--she is worried because Mr. Harding can't find either letters or papers to prove her claim to the bank stock. It does seem strange that all the letters from Mr. Gass...

"Well, Alice," said Dr. Morton, coming in one noon stamping and shaking the snow off his broad shoulders. "I have discovered why you haven't heard from Gassett again. He is down...

February was birthday month in the Morton family. Jane's came first on the thirteenth, Ernest's on the twenty-second, and Mrs. Morton came near having a birthday only once in fo...

"You shall some day, dear," said her mother, who was sitting sewing by the open fire. "But the pond is too far away for you to go without some older person to look after you."

Family prayers were hardly decently over the morning after the picnic before Jane Morton climbed into her father's lap armed with a fine tooth comb and a stiff hair brush.

If there had been any person left to get married, Chicken Little would have been sure the family was preparing for another wedding during the next few weeks. Her father and moth...

Chicken Little found Pete Parrot a great joy and a great nuisance. Dr. Morton was right about his reproaching her if she neglected him. When Pete began to call "Chicken Little,"...

It was in a more chastened frame of mind, that Chicken Little joined the others in the back yard after her practice hour was over. She had spent so much of the hour wondering wh...

The sitting room in the Morton home was cheerful with sunshine. It brightened the conventional flowers of the old crimson Brussels carpet into a semblance of life. It caught the...

"No, that is all right, dear. They are things you have outgrown and I am going to give them to Maggie Casey. Pat is coming for them this morning. By the way, if I am not here wh...