Category: Short Stories
The north-west wind, driving feathery flakes of snow before it, heaps up gray masses of cloud over the sunny afternoon, and then, as if bent on subduing what cheeriness remains among the shadows it has brought, howls dismally down the chimneys, moans at the casements dismally....
The north-west wind, driving feathery flakes of snow before it, heaps up gray masses of cloud over the sunny afternoon, and then, as if bent on subduing what cheeriness remains...
2. Part 2“Them’s my sentiments exactly,” says Harry. “It’s been just so at our house now for a week. Everything’s topsy-turvy, and you can’t find a place to rest the sole of your foot. A...
3. Part 3“Now, you mustn’t interrupt again!” says Marie; “just when they’re all climbing up, too; and I’m so afraid that sentinel there in the hall outside will hear! But, oh, Katy, when...
4. Part 4What with laving her forehead, and the fanning, and the cool drink, Bessie soon revives. “She had got down a good ways when I saw her first. I had to follow so still, for fear o...
5. Part 5“The river flowing through our town is a mischievous river, sometimes, especially in spring, when the snow is melting, and, overfed by the streams from the hills, it comes rushi...
6. Part 6As soon as the vessel arrived in port, he addressed some lines to Julie’s brother. But as the days passed and he received no answer, he went himself to Philadelphia, and to the...
7. Part 7“Yes, Julien, was he not good? He would not take the cross—thou rememberest?—our poor mamma’s beautiful cross. It was yesterday, was it not, that I was telling thee how she gave...
8. Part 8And Ned sets out on his first begging expedition, which proves so successful that in a few hours the tumble-down stove retires ignominiously to make place for a shining new one,...
9. Part 9Among the people who surround the warrior, just one glimpse has Rudolph, the Czar, of her who was once his mother, arrayed in garments the beauty of which is only surpassed by t...
10. Part 10But see! he falls! “The King is down!” Who’ll guard the walls? Who’ll save the town? “The King is slain! we fight in vain! Alack, alack, the King is slain!”
11. Part 11Great-great-grandmother, Winifred Lee, Brought, when she came across the sea, A porcelain tea-pot pictured o’er, After a fashion they knew of yore, Bright with birds and with su...
12. Part 12Pinkety-winkety-wee! Ten pink fingers has she, Ten pink toes, One pink nose, And two eyes that can hardly see; And they blink and blink, and they wink and wink, So you can’t tel...