Hoodie

Notwithstanding her troubles, on account of them partly, perhaps, for nothing tires out little children more than long crying, Hoodie slept soundly that night. She was still sle...

"You begin to understand now why I said you might call the story 'the chintz curtains,'" she said. "We're now got like to the real beginning. At least I needn't explain any more...

When Martin joined the two little girls again, her face looked not only grave, but white. Maudie felt frightened, she hardly knew why. Hoodie, in a state of defiance to meet the...

A few mornings after the story telling in the garden, as Miss King was passing along the passage on her way down to breakfast, she overheard tumultuous sounds from the direction...

"I've such lots of stories in my head," she said. "They knock against each other. Well--I think I'll tell you a story of two little goblins. They lived in a star, and they were...

"I don't love her neither, not now," she said to herself. "I don't _think_--no, I really don't _think_ I love anybody, 'cos nobody loves me, and ev'ybody thinks I'm naughty. Nev...

"Yes," repeated Hoodie to herself, as she followed her cousin into the house, "I'll keep the little bird _alvays_, and I'll teach it to love me; I'll be so _vezzy_ kind to it."

"'And it was _your_ basket, little Janie, that he found at the stile, then,' said the dog's master, and then he and grandmother explained, that walking along the road--grandmoth...

They were all standing at the door--Maudie, Hec and Duke, that is to say, and mother in the background, and farther back still, half the servants of the household. But Hoodie ma...

Late that night, no, very early the next morning, just as dawn was breaking, the peacefully sleeping inhabitants of Mr. Caryll's house were awakened by strange and alarming soun...

The latch was lifted from the inside, and there stood before Hoodie--not an old woman with either "big" or little eyes, not a "grandmother" with a frilly cap all round her face,...

A pretty, cheerful nursery--a nursery in which surely children could not but be happy--with pictures on the walls and toys in the glass-doored cupboard, and rocking-horse and do...