Category: Short Stories
"It's growing late," said the honey-bee; "Winter's no sort of weather for me; I'll hurry away to the hive." "It's growing cold," said the bustling fly; "There's going to be plenty of snow by-and-by, And how will a poor fly thrive?"
"It's growing late," said the honey-bee; "Winter's no sort of weather for me; I'll hurry away to the hive." "It's growing cold," said the bustling fly; "There's going to be plen...
2. Part 2"I thought so!" he exclaimed at last, pinning a particular place with his big thumb. "I thought I see the name of the superintendent of the society, 'n' I did. He'd know, I s'po...
3. Part 3There was once a dog and a cat. It was a very rainy day, and some men were eating their dinner inside their house. The cat sat inside, too, eating her dinner, and the dog sat on...
4. Part 4I have written to you once before; but not having seen my letter published, I thought I would try again. Papa has taken YOUNG PEOPLE for my brother Harry and me since the first...