Jasper

One morning, rather more than a fortnight after the Sunday I have told you about, while the three children were at lessons with patient Miss Greenall in the dining-room, Jasper...

"I wish it was lighted up now," said Christabel dolefully. "It's a perfectly horrid day. It never seemed so dark and dull at home--there were always nice things to do," and she...

The news at noon was still good, by the evening better still, and thankfulness beyond words filled the hearts of Aunt Margaret and her little grand-nieces. And when the next day...

Leila gasped. For once, her better feelings came to the surface. The enormity of the misfortune aroused her sympathy so fully as to drown every less amiable feeling. Then she pu...

Monday morning brought considerable improvement. That is to say, Leila, having no book to read, and in her secret heart still faithful to the character of innocent and unappreci...

Small as the dining-room was in comparison with the spacious one "at home," as, more than once, the children caught themselves saying, still, they all settled round the table qu...

And on the morning after Aunt Margaret's arrival, she woke, as she had gone to sleep determined to do, even earlier than usual. It was only just beginning to be faintly light. S...

The day I have described was a Thursday, and on Monday the children's mother did return, as she had said. Nothing very particular had happened during the last day or two. Leila...

Some days passed. Mr Fortescue was detained in the country longer than he had expected, and us it was impossible for their mother to decide things very definitely without him, e...

And so they did! Aunt Margaret would not have raised Jasper's hopes without good reason, and she knew that there are ways and means of hurrying up hampers and cases even by good...

She was sitting on the floor, surrounded by scraps of silk, ribbon, coloured paper, and every article of furniture belonging to the beautiful large dolls' house standing in a co...

Chrissie Fortescue sat looking at her toes. They were pretty little toes, pink and plump and even. But she was not looking at them in admiration. And indeed this morning they we...

Besides, I really have something more to tell about my small hero and his family, and though at first it may not sound very cheerful, I think, before we have to say good-bye to...

I have reached, I see, the _thirteenth_ chapter of my story! And thirteen is supposed to be an unlucky number. Nevertheless, I scarcely think it would be fair to any children wh...