Category: Short Stories
If he lived a hundred years—to be as old as Giuseppe, who was little Roberto’s great-grand-father, and could only move when he was helped, and sat in the sun and played with bits of string—if he lived to be as old as that, he could never forget them, those two strange and drea...
If he lived a hundred years—to be as old as Giuseppe, who was little Roberto’s great-grand-father, and could only move when he was helped, and sat in the sun and played with bit...
2. CHAPTER IIHe was too well accustomed to his dirt to think of it as being objectionable, so the way in which Greggs lifted him up on to the seat on the box did not at all explain itself to...
3. CHAPTER IIIIt was a great comfort to go to sleep embracing and embraced by a shaggy friend of one’s own world, but when the morning came it seemed that, somehow, to the _forestieri_ it app...
4. CHAPTER IVIt was dusk when he wakened. Lady Aileen’s callers had departed some time ago, and Lady Aileen herself had departed to take a twilight drive, which was a thing she was fond of d...
5. CHAPTER IIt has always been rather interesting to me to remember that he first presented himself in an impenetrable disguise. It was a disguise sufficiently artful to have disarmed the m...
6. CHAPTER IIIn the drawing-room, in full war-paint of white frock and big sash, he was the spirit of innocent and friendly hospitality, in the nursery he was a brilliant entertainment, belo...
7. CHAPTER IIIAs a travelling companion what a success he was! How he made friends in the train, at railway stations, on steamers! How, if one lost sight of him for a moment, he invariably re...