Jane Lends A Hand

Paul, in his heavy canvas apron, his sleeves rolled up, flour in his hair, on his eyelashes, and on the end of his nose, sat on a three-legged stool in front of the door of the...

"You take a tablespoonful of butter, a pound of sugar, half a teaspoonful each of cinnamon and all-spice, a pound of raisins, and a cupful of molasses," said Aunt Gertrude timid...

The red sunlight of an October morning was sending its first ruddy beams into the bare little room, but notwithstanding this sign that the morning was advancing, and the fact th...

Mr. Sheridan, like Achilles, had been sulking for a remarkably long time. It is true that some men and women are able to nurse a grievance for life; but Mr. Sheridan was too you...

It was not until the nineteenth of May that the burly, grey-haired little doctor could say definitely that Carl would get well. And even then he could not entirely dissolve the...

The weeks which seemed so long to Elise and Hyacinth, and so desperately crowded to Aunt Gertrude (who was quite as excited and flustered as if she were going to be married hers...

Young Mr. Sheridan might perhaps have grudgingly admitted that the morning was beautiful. It would have been hard even for a young man who had definitely made up his mind to be...

At half past eight, Elise had seen that the two little girls had their books and their packages of sandwiches, and started them off to school, Carl and Jane marching behind.

"Poor child, you are dripping wet! You'll catch your death of cold!" cried Mrs. Lambert, noticing Paul's state for the first time. "What can I be thinking of! You must have a ho...

Paul's departure left the old problem still unsolved. Well, there was no help for it; if the family tradition was to be destroyed at last, so it must be. The time was coming whe...

Poor Janey was feeling very blue indeed. During the last week it seemed to her that Paul had somehow grown so different--rather inclined to be cross and uncommunicative, and eve...

"Why--so there you are again! How glad I am to see you! Why haven't you ever come to call on me? I've missed you," he said, taking her hand. His pleasure was too sincere not to...

Half a dozen feminine tongues babbled cheerfully. For once the Deacon's chilly parlor, with its slippery, horse-hair furniture, its stiff-featured portraits, and its big, black...

Jane lay on her stomach, stretched out comfortably on the window-seat in Granny's room, her elbows propped on a cushion, her chin in her hands and a book open on another cushion...

The appearances of Mr. P. Hyacinth Montgomery at the Bakery became very frequent. His devotion to the family increased so rapidly that in a little while, not a day passed withou...

Along the dusty road, Paul trudged alone, his head bent. He did not look up until the little town lay behind him. There was very little feeling of exultation in his heart as he...

"Do you think I'll be able to put it across?" Paul asked, despondently, stepping back from the half finished picture and eyeing it with his head on one side and a frown on his b...

"And of course _I_ shall lend you my pearl pin," cried Lily, embracing Elise for the sixth time. "Oh, I _am_ so delighted! And to think, you sly girl, that you're going to be ma...