Category: Short Stories
"Now, right about face!" September cries, "Right about face, and march!" cries she; "You, Summer, have had _your_ day, and now, In spite of your sorrowful clouded brow, The children belong to _me_.
Bobby was among the number, of course, and it was so long before he could calm himself down sufficiently to explain the meaning of all the strange occurrences, that Tim was left...
1. Part 1"Now, right about face!" September cries, "Right about face, and march!" cries she; "You, Summer, have had _your_ day, and now, In spite of your sorrowful clouded brow, The chil...
3. Part 3"You're the man for me," responded Put Boswell, for it was plain no harm had been done. "That's just the thing. Now we'll haul on the ram, at the broken side, and we'll get him...
4. Part 4The other day a lady came in to see me, and our talk happened to be about apples. She had been in her garden, and picked up a few apples to take in to her children. One which sh...
5. Part 5Harry, after thinking a long while, and scratching out a great deal he had written, finally finished his work to his satisfaction, and copied it out neatly on a clean sheet of n...