Monteagle

"YES," said Mrs. Hammond, a little sigh in her voice as she spoke, "Mr. Hart is going with us; I don't know how long he will stay. I'm afraid there is very little on Monteagle t...

MR. WEST and his daughter were at breakfast. At least they were sitting before a small square table that held part of a loaf of baker's bread, and a saucer in which floated a si...

HALF-PAST five of a breathless summer morning. "Warmer even than yesterday," Mr. West said, as he mopped his heated face with the skirt of his coat, then rushed away as some new...

ONLY a few hours and our young traveller found herself in another world. They were climbing the mountain; that is, the engine was climbing, but he was such a powerful creature,...

"Just so. I never heard of a girl who didn't express herself in just exactly that way,—about a mountain or a piece of sponge cake; it doesn't make any difference which. But what...

WHAT Dilly saw growing before her astonished eyes was the picture of a little boy. Just a few dashes of the crayon, made quite at random it seemed to her, and there he was; as s...

IT was Sunday afternoon—an August Sunday, bright and beautiful. "Very warm," the city papers said, in the next day's report, but on Monteagle a steady wind fluttered the branche...

DILLY sat still with her book, a little sorrowful; it seemed to her that she needed some help, though she hardly knew what, and Mr. Hart did not seem to be the person to help he...

MRS. HAMMOND herself boarded at the hotel, but it suited her best to have little Ethel sit in her high chair at the table in the tent, and take her oatmeal and milk and other wh...

"WHAT next?" she repeated, a little smile on her face. Dilly had a curious way of repeating Mr. Hart's words, and thereby expressing that she did not quite understand what he me...

WHEN Dilly reached home, she found her little charge safely tucked away for the night and sleeping sweetly, while her mother in pretty white wrapper, with black velvet trimming...

[This chapter should really be in three parts, as you will see after you have read it. On the whole, I believe we will put it that way, though each part will have to be very sho...

"Does it seem as though we had been hiding up on this old mountain for nine weeks?" asked Hart, as they turned away from the pink and purple and golden sky, and moved homeward.

In the little kitchen the table was set for two: baked potatoes, and broiled steak, and homemade bread, and pudding of Dilly's own baking; in fact it was all Dilly's work; and h...

It was about that time that Hart Hammond leaned back in the easy chair in his mother's luxurious sitting-room and asked,—"Mother, what are we going to do with Dilly this winter?"