Jock with Mousie

JOCK sat on a big square stool, nursing his right leg and earnestly staring into the dancing flames. Every moment they took fresh shapes, curtsying one to another, and winding a...

Jock gave one grateful look, and shut his eyes. The train made such a roaring that at first he could attend to nothing else. But soon he grew used to it, and began to lose himse...

Jock suddenly felt that he did want the "fun," and that he wanted to go very much—quite desperately. And if he gave this promise, then of course he must keep it. He always kept...

Jock pulled himself smartly to a sitting-posture—his breath coming brokenly still in half-sobs—and he looked up to meet a pair of the very kindest and brightest of blue eyes gaz...

Jock was silent. Aunt Judith seemed to be thinking. "Put your basket down for a few minutes. We have another two miles to walk before we get our tea. Are you tired?"

They did wait, but in vain, and Tom soon went off, losing patience. Mousie remained in her sheltered corner. She was making up her mind that something dreadful had happened. Per...

It really was Mummie herself, arriving thus without notice. She had not sent a telegram because she knew that would mean Aunt Judith going all the way to meet her. Kind friends...