Category: Short Stories
The wind may blow the snow about, For all I care, says Jack, And I don't mind how cold it grows, For then the ice won't crack. Old folks may shiver all day long, But I shall never freeze; What cares a jolly boy like me For winter days like these?
The wind may blow the snow about, For all I care, says Jack, And I don't mind how cold it grows, For then the ice won't crack. Old folks may shiver all day long, But I shall nev...
3. Part 3"How's my Jenny?" the man stammered, looking down at the tiny creature in her chair. Jenny never looked so little as when she was alone with her father. "How's my Jenny Wren, be...
2. Part 2It turned out that Murray was nearly right in his calculation of the time they would reach the valley. It was just as the light of the rising sun grew strong and bright that he...
4. Part 4MY DEAR YOUNG FRIENDS,--There are so many things I want to talk to you about that I am almost afraid to begin this letter, for fear I may take up too much room in the precious c...