Category: Children & Young Adult Reading
IT was a wild, dark night. The rain was coming down in torrents, the wind blowing a perfect hurricane. Creak! Creak! How the branches of the elm trees groaned as they swayed to and fro outside the tiny cottage where Widow Wilkins and her eldest child—a delicate looking boy of...
IT was a wild, dark night. The rain was coming down in torrents, the wind blowing a perfect hurricane. Creak! Creak! How the branches of the elm trees groaned as they swayed to...
2. CHAPTER II.THERE was no small amount of excitement next morning when the three younger children became aware that a dog had gained admittance to the cottage on the previous evening. Cries...
3. CHAPTER III.The speaker was Squire Filmer's son, a well-known bully of about fifteen years of age. As his voice—always a dreaded one—fell on Dick's ears, the little boy thrust his precious...
4. CHAPTER IV."MOTHER, how fast the days go by!" remarked little Dick one evening after the other children had gone to bed. "The year is nearly out—only a few days left of it now. O mother, d...
5. CHAPTER V.UPON Dick's stating the nature of his business at Leigh Grange, he was admitted at once and shown into the library, a handsomely-furnished room, the walls of which were lined by...
6. CHAPTER VI.How proud Dick felt next day when he walked into the grocery establishment that was also the post-office, laid his half-sovereign on the counter, and said he had come to pay his...
7. CHAPTER VII.JUMPING out of bed early next morning, Dick dressed himself in haste and went downstairs. It did not take him long to sweep the kitchen, dust it, and kindle a bright fire; and b...
8. CHAPTER VIII.IT was not until several weeks later, that entire consciousness returned to little Dick. And then, to his great amazement, he found himself lying in a strange bed, too weak to m...