Category: Short Stories
May many a merry girl and boy Prize thee, my book, above each toy. May bat and ball aside be laid, And dolly quite cast into shade. Thy pages tell of the timid bird, Whose voice by the sedgy stream is heard; And of the hawk, who, with wings of speed, Darts on the prey which hi...
May many a merry girl and boy Prize thee, my book, above each toy. May bat and ball aside be laid, And dolly quite cast into shade. Thy pages tell of the timid bird, Whose voice...
2. Part 2“Then you thought wrong,” said James: “but if you can be still, I will tell you what it was. While I stood here with you I heard such a strange chirp, and as I did not know what...