In the Mist of the Mountains

Kate could hardly have chosen a more inopportune moment. The hero, who had troubled Hugh's repose in the moist atmosphere of the city, persisted in behaving in an untoward fashi...

Sometimes the wagonette in front was lost to sight by a rolling curtain of gauze; sometimes a wind swept the road clear and then the children waved hats and kissed hands to each...

Thomas was the sole male member of the family of Bibby, and was a hard-headed young clerk in the commercial department of a big evening newspaper. He had been brought up by his...

Miss Bibby had prepared a delightful meal for her charges from the generous hamper the caddies carried down to her. Slices of chicken lay in nests of finely shredded lettuce wit...

Come and let us take a walk, not down Fleet Street with Dr. Johnson, but up a mountain side with Nature,--nay, with God Himself. There is nothing to see, absolutely nothing at a...

And Lynn, equally careful it has been seen, refused to hold any intercourse with the author at "Tenby" until the searching question, "Have you had whooping cough?" had been put...

"An' about time," said Anna, "I've been wonderin' how long you could keep it up, Miss Bibby. You've not had one yet, and me half a dozen. I don't have half as much to do with th...

Hugh had come back. When he had gone away he had taken with him one small portmanteau that went easily into the luggage rack above his head. But on the return journey he had qui...

Hugh Kinross a stone's-throw away! Hugh Kinross, the author of _Liars All_, and _In the Teeth of the World_, and other books, that had thrilled her and set her nerves tingling a...

It was very early morning, seven o'clock perhaps, and Hugh Kinross, the famous novelist, sat in a camp chair at "Tenby," his feet on the verandah rail, and marvelled at his fame.

The Judge's mountain home had an inviting aspect. It was not large,--it was not handsome,--simply a comfortable brick cottage with a gable or two cut to please the eye as well a...

He could hardly wait to ring the bell; the front door was open and seemed to suggest that he should stride in and march directly to the room from which children's voices were co...

"Five thousand words," muttered Hugh, and then tilted back in the steady chair he had abstracted from the kitchen for the very purpose. Yes, this was going to be one of his good...

Greenways was overwhelmed with horror. It felt it ought to draw a veil of mist round its face and shrink from the public gaze instead of standing there brazenly smiling as usual...

She leaned her bicycle against a ficus-covered post and crossed the verandah, a little surprised at the silence, for she was accustomed on her morning visits to being run into b...

Miss Bibby worked another half-hour, perhaps. She was nervous and excited; she had set herself to catch the four o'clock post, and there still were numbers of pages with which s...

"That excuse about inspiration was all very well," said Dora, rubbing away hard at an obstinate spot on a pink silk blouse, "but I would give a good deal to know why he _really_...

But Larkin came along, Larkin, his auriferous hair glinting in the sun, Larkin, with his empty grocery basket swung on his rein arm, and a sheaf of papers under the other.

And now he swept all his own work out of the way and, sitting firmly down once more upon his chair from the kitchen, spread out upon his time-be desk, Miss Bibby's MS.

Four days later Kate was reading, rocking and eating banana again in the privacy of the little side verandah, when there came a familiar tramp across the room behind her.

"Well," said Lynn, looking across at "Tenby," "I'm glad it's going to be lived in at last, poor thing. It makes me quite mis'rable to see it standing there in the sun with its e...

Kate was here concocting a savoury and an _entrée_ and two or three other things for his dinner, for she had packed the depressed and depressing Ellen off to the bakers' picnic...

He looked and beheld a small maiden clad in a holland frock, with a white linen hat on the back of her gold-brown curls, instead of being set in orthodox fashion upon her head....

Pauline and Muffie had gone flying down to the gate to run behind the bicycle and tricycle as far as the corner where the little red tricycle had always to turn and come back.