Molly Brown of Kentucky

The next morning poor Molly slept late again. With all good intentions of waking early and going down stairs in time to see about her husband's neglected breakfast, when morning...

Callers came in through the afternoon to welcome back to Wellington the popular wife of the popular professor and to glimpse the new baby. Kind Mrs. McLean, the wife of the doct...

"Tingaling, aling, aling! Phome a ringin' agin! I bet that's Mr. Paul," declared Caroline, the present queen of the Chatsworth kitchen. "I kin tell his ring ev'y time. I'm a goi...

It took one month and three days for Judy to get the above letter, but her mind was set somewhat at rest long before that time by the Ambassador himself, who had learned through...

When the teller of a tale has to fly from one side of the ocean to the other in the twinkling of an eye, as it were, at any rate between chapters, and the persons in the tale ha...

"R. F. D., late as usual," laughed Molly, as Mr. Bud Woodsmall's very ramshackle Ford runabout came careening through the lane and up the hill to the yard gate. "I fancy he has...

"Oh, it is nice to be back home," sighed Molly, settling herself luxuriously in the sleepy-hollow chair that was supposed to be set aside for the master of the house. With the g...

"Mother, will you come and take a little walk with me?" asked Kent as he finished Judy's letter. With his hand trembling, although his eyes were very steady and his mouth very f...

No submarine warfare interrupted the peaceful passage of our honeymooners. The voyage was delightful to both of them after all the trials they had been through. Judy was as much...

You can marry a million Professor Edwin Greens, B.A., M.A., Ph.D., L.D. (the last stands for lucky dog), and you can also have a million little Green Olive Branches, but you wil...

Marrying in Paris was certainly a much easier matter than it had been almost two years before when Molly Brown and Edwin Green had struggled to have the nuptial knot tied. Judy'...

Things are moving so fast that even I can't quite catch on, and you know I am some mover myself. Jo and I came to Paris as I wrote you we would, but I haven't seen her since. Sh...

Judy felt that perhaps she was not quite fair to Jo to test her by this interview, but she did long to speak to her. If Kent and Cousin Sally recognized her, she knew full well...

The sea was comparatively calm and quite warm. If it had been anything but a shipwreck, our young men would have enjoyed the experience. They congratulated themselves that they...

"Edwin, Kent has been gone over two weeks now and not one word from him," announced Molly when Mr. Bud Woodsmall had come and gone, leaving no mail of any great importance. "I c...

Judy gulped the coffee and dived into her clothes. There seemed to be no question of baths with the good Tricots, and Judy made a mental note that she would go every day to the...

Molly had established the custom of afternoon tea in her orchard home, and while she had been greatly teased by her brothers for introducing this English custom into Kentucky co...

Judy had, clasped in her arms, a package of mail, unopened except for the letter on top, which was the one that poor, brave Mrs. Brown had written her. She had kept throughout t...

Kent Brown, when he reached New York on his return trip to Paris in quest of the rather wilful, very irritating, and wholly fascinating Judy, got his money changed into gold, wh...

just mean that these Prussians could then spare one more man for their butchery, and I will at least not help them that much. Your mother and I are on the street a great deal. W...

When the Marquise d'Ochte said she would do something, she always did it and did it as well as it could be done. When she undertook to find out where and how Polly Perkins was f...

The submarine was on the surface of the water, but Jim and Kent had been ushered below, evidently to give their mysterious fellow prisoners a turn at the deck. They were never a...

Judy emerged from behind the curtains which divided the family living room from the little shop, the platter of tongue held high. In her cap and apron, she reminded one of a How...

Judy's cry did her good, although it left her in such a swollen state she was not fit to keep shop, which was what she had planned to do for the afternoon.