Christmas: A Story

Then she went back to the warm room and saw the letter on the shelf. She meant to go in a moment to the stable to make it safe there for the night; so, with the gray shawl still...

He wheeled impatiently from where he stood. He wanted to do something. At the end of the street he could see them crossing under the light, on their way to Mary Chavah's. Abel a...

"From the day after Thanksgiving to the night before Christmas last year," said Simeon, "that is the amount that the three hundred souls--no, I guess it must have been bodies--i...

Before dark she took a last look about the child's room. The owl paper, the puppy washbasin, the huge calendar with its picture of a stag, the shelves for whatever things of his...

When that time comes ... when the time of the worship of _things_ shall be past; when the tribal sense of holiday shall have given place to the family sense, and that family sha...

She turned from the window and mechanically mended the fire again. She drew down the window shade and went to the coat closet to hang away her wraps. Then abruptly she took up h...

It was in October that Mary Chavah burned over the grass of her lawn, and the flame ran free across the place where in Spring her wild flower bed was made. Two weeks later she h...

Later in the day, happening in at Mis' Mortimer Bates's, Mis' Winslow found Mis' Moran there before her, and asked what they had heard "about Mary Chavah." Something in that wor...

There was a movement in her garden and on the walk footsteps. The three men stepped into the rectangle of lamplight--Abel, Ames and Simeon, who had left the party a little befor...