Category: Short Stories
TO MY DAUGHTER ELIZABETH DUNCAN SCOTT Robins and bobolinks bubbling and tinkling, Shore-larks alive there high in the blue, Level in the sunlight the rye-field twinkling, The wind parts the cloud and a star leaps through, Ferns at the spring-head curling cool and tender, Blood...
The rage of Madame Laroque was less than her curiosity to know how Césarine had effected her escape. She made friends with her, and wore a cheerful face, but Césarine was silent...
4. Part 4“Oh, he will come; as for the rest, we must succeed. But there is one thing, Maurice, you must be the invisible ogre; you must rage about here as wildly as you can, while I am w...
6. Part 6But he is going now, and he is very loath to go; but he will be back some day soon, and off he goes. And by and by away goes Madame Labrosse, “just for a moment,” she says. They...
5. Part 5He was in a perfect fury of rage, and went off to bed cursing like a sea-pirate. When he took off his wooden leg, he took it by the foot and beat the floor with the knee-end unt...
2. Part 2In this house lived Adèle Desjardin with her two brothers, Charles and Philippe. Their father was dead, and when he died there was hardly a person in the whole parish who was so...
1. Part 1TO MY DAUGHTER ELIZABETH DUNCAN SCOTT Robins and bobolinks bubbling and tinkling, Shore-larks alive there high in the blue, Level in the sunlight the rye-field twinkling, The wi...
7. Part 7So, to pacify him, she had to ask Guy to bring down the trunk from the attic. It was not yet dark there; the sunset threw a great color into the room, touching all the familiar...