Rocky Fork

Many years ago the morning sun looked down among the tall hills of central Ohio, and saw one little girl patting along a path. The path wound down through a hollow, and up, up o...

Christine stepped over the threshold and dropped a curtsy which dipped her dress in the dust. Matilda followed and was taken with a similar convulsion on the same spot. Then the...

“May I have a few minutes’ conversation with you?” said the fine stranger to Mr. Pitzer. The schoolmaster bowed stiffly, said “Certainly, sir,” with some pomp, and came forward....

“You little darling, it’s been so long since I saw you! Ear-ly this morning sisser went away. Who’s come? Hope it isn’t somebody that’ll keep us from playing and having a good t...

After supper Miss Calder professed herself very much fatigued; so Liza showed her at once to the best room, and Doctor Garde, before setting out on a night-ride, carried her tru...

“I didn’t mean to scare anything,” apologized the furnace-man with some compunction, though with his own anxiety and errand upper-most; “but I saw the horse, like you was starti...

Father had started on his rounds again when his daughter came down to breakfast, and Miss Calder and Liza were at table, talking politely. Liza wore a cool, faded lawn, one of h...

The conference had begun while the master was out of doors bidding adieu to Miss Calder. The afternoon was so hot that little paper-fans, made of old book leaves and fastened in...

Joe Hall stood up three lines longer, spelling tremendous-sounding words; and when he tripped, there was such a storm coming up that the master said he would dismiss early that...

A flare of lightning in the northern sky may have frightened Perintha as she stepped over the sill; or she may have suspected an ambush at each side of the school-house. At any...

The wind may have carried her voice away, for it almost blew her off the log, and a trampling sound far off, like the rush of an army of giants through the woods, filled one’s e...

In the night Bluebell was wakened by the cherry-boughs scraping her window--and how they did scrape! The rain was tramping; it beat the house and roared on the shingles; the pin...

“I guess I won’t come in,” said the farmer. He was large-framed, stooping, and clothed in homespun wool of an indescribable dull color. His wamus was belted in; his broad, slouc...

Ballie was walking from one end of the bars to the other, resenting the saddle and dangling saddle-bags, resenting the bridle which hung to her feet, but more than all distresse...

When Doctor Garde’s little girl started down the unfenced lane, she acted on an impulse given by terror. She ran with all her might at the side of the lane, tangling her feet in...

In an hour the banks about the place where the country road forded the Rocky Fork in low water, were studded with what seemed from a distance large, unblinking fireflies. And on...

When she was a smaller girl she dreamed once that father was dead. It was a smothering dream. Her heart weighed her down so she thought she could never skip or play blackman aga...

The run had gone down, and the Rocky Fork was within its banks and falling every hour. Hall, with a number of his neighbors, was raising another mill on the site of the old one,...

A little girl who has never played with these woods-babies cannot realize the delight there is in them. Warm from the sun and freshly green, they seemed more _alive_ than the mo...

Liza-Robert removed her eyes from the horizon and shook her head at Tildy. Her own girls were companions, to whom she freely imparted the most eldritch tales and wonders; but Do...

When everything was settled, the Rocky Forkers said they were not surprised that Doctor Garde was going to move. A man always ought to better himself; but they hoped he _would_...

“Father,” said Doctor Garde’s little girl, when she saw the branching road ahead on which he must ride away from her, “you won’t get into the Rocky Fork again, _will_ you?”

But in spite of its beauty and spaciousness, this seemed rather a lonely house, Bluebell thought, when she was ready for tea, and had nothing to do but gauge her surroundings. A...

After tea was over they went into the back parlor; and here Bluebell noticed for the first time a large, shining object standing on carved and claw-footed legs. The top was part...

When Bluebell waked in the morning she heard the cherry-tree whispering in her ear, and saw Liza’s dresses hanging on the opposite wall. But the windows were misplaced, and ever...

Doctor Garde’s little girl was richer by one music lesson, which Miss Melissa herself gave her; and by a blue shirred silk bonnet and muslin-gingham dress, as well as long black...

Every afternoon the knocker clanged on Miss Calder’s door, calls for her _protégée_ being plentifully sprinkled among the visits of older ladies to her. Doctor Garde’s little gi...

Libbie brought up dabs of dough made for her special baking, and rolled them out for biscuits, with a rolling-pin the size of her middle finger, cut them, and baked them in a pa...

Bluebell plunged up the side veranda. But here her new manners seized on her. What would father say if she ran in and grabbed him around the neck? And there was Rocco. She had l...

His long light locks and serious face seemed to hang on the outer surface of her tears. The tears were filling her eyes so fast; she struggled to hold them still, but a splash c...

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