Category: Short Stories
“Come, Sam, tell us a story,” said I, as Harry and I crept to his knees, in the glow of the bright evening firelight; while Aunt Lois was busily rattling the tea-things, and grandmamma, at the other end of the fireplace, was quietly setting the heel of a blue-mixed yarn stocking.
“Law, mother! I don’t doubt he thought so. I suppose he and Cack got drinking toddy together, till he got asleep, and dreamed it. I wouldn’t believe such a thing if it did happe...
6. Chapter 6“‘Parson Lothrop be hanged!’ says she. ‘Wal, now,’ says she, ‘I like to see a parson with his silk stockin’s and great gold-headed cane, a lollopin’ on his carriage behind his f...
4. Chapter 4“But the parson, he slep’ on’t, and then didn’t do it: he only come out next Sunday with a tip-top sermon on the ’Riginal Cuss’ that was pronounced on things in gineral, when Ad...
3. Chapter 3“Jeff he flared and flounced and talked, and went round and round a rumpussin’ among the papers, but no will was forthcomin’, high or low. Wal, now here comes what’s remarkable....
5. Chapter 5“‘Wal,’ says she, ‘why need they know? ’For, you see, she was up to every dodge; and she said she’d come along with it at dusk, in a box, and have it just carried to a state-roo...
1. Chapter 1“Come, Sam, tell us a story,” said I, as Harry and I crept to his knees, in the glow of the bright evening firelight; while Aunt Lois was busily rattling the tea-things, and gra...
7. Chapter 7“We had the funeral in the meetin’-house a Sunday; and Parson Lothrop he preached a sarmon on contentment on the text, ‘We brought nothin’ into the world, and it’s sartin we can...
8. Chapter 8“Wal,” said Sam, “it come to an end sort o’, and didn’t come to an end. It was jest this ’ere way. You see, along in October, jest in the cider-makin’ time, Abel Flint he was to...