Category: Short Stories
Dolly, it's almost Thanksgiving. Do you know what I mean, my dear? No? Well, I couldn't expect it: you haven't been with us a year. And you came with my auntie from Paris, far over the wide blue sea, And you'll keep your first Thanksgiving, my beautiful Dolly, with me.
Patty hesitated. Good and kind as Aunt Polly always was, her sharp eyes and sharper voice were awe-inspiring to her small niece. But George, whose bravery was the glory of his s...
3. Part 3"Burn some. The rest talk then. White man's leaves not want to tell about white man. Rita must make them talk. Old braves in camp say they know. Many times the talking leaves te...
1. Part 1Dolly, it's almost Thanksgiving. Do you know what I mean, my dear? No? Well, I couldn't expect it: you haven't been with us a year. And you came with my auntie from Paris, far o...
4. Part 4I have had my cat Till seven years. We think he is a very wise cat, for he sits upon his hind-legs and begs. When I go down stairs in the morning, if I say, "Good-morning, Till,...