New Bed-Time Stories

And then she went away--and was it her voice or that of some blessed spirit that came to him, a moment after, from the shadowy corner where the piano stood, singing an old middl...

Before three days were over Tom owned that my vagrant, as he persisted in calling the boy (though we knew now that his name was Johnny True), was the best errand boy he had ever...

George never forgot this trust for one moment. The plans he made in life were all for his mother’s sake--his future was to be spent in her service. He wanted to come out of scho...

That day every one noticed a singular calmness and resolve in her manner. She passed the remaining examinations with thorough success, yet with an evident lack of interest in th...

This seemed extremely natural to Jack. The pistol was to him a matter of such moment that no amount of demonstration in its honor would have seemed too great. Viewed in this lig...

“Do you think I wanted _that_?” she asked. “I had had my pay for all I did, ten times over, in just having her here to look at and to love. No; I sent the money back, and I thin...

And so the days and the weeks and the months went on, and it was October. And one day the bell rang, and Mistress Mulloney went to the door, and in a moment came to the room whe...

He carried her then, and laid her in her little bed, and went back to his own loneliness; but half an hour afterward he heard the small voice calling. “Papa, papa!” and again he...

It had been such a weary hunt for lodgings. Not that lodgings are scarce in London. There are scores of streets, whole districts, indeed, where the house that did not say “Apart...

Nelly followed, and stood there, in the soft summer dusk,--a pretty picture, with the wild-rose flush dawning in her cheeks, and a new light kindling her eyes. She listened care...