Category: Short Stories
My little daughter climbed up on my knee, And said, with an air of great mystery, "I've a secret to tell you, papa, But I must whisper it close in your ear, And don't you speak of it, papa dear, For there's nobody knows but mamma.
"They see our spars, but they can't see our signal of distress, and unless they do see it they won't pay any attention to us. However, they'll be up with us in the course of two...
3. Part 3I said I didn't want the fifty cents, but I'd go and try to find some clothes for them. I meant to go straight up to Amzi's barn and to bring the clothes back, but on the way I...
1. Part 1My little daughter climbed up on my knee, And said, with an air of great mystery, "I've a secret to tell you, papa, But I must whisper it close in your ear, And don't you speak...
4. Part 4Unless the squirrels are made captives when they are very young, they are very wretched in confinement. We once knew about a squirrel which really fretted itself to death in its...
5. Part 5They brushed the clothes, they beat the clothes, One sunny April day-- Their winter clothes, I mean--and then They packed them all away In paper boxes tied around With very stro...