The clammer

Many of my friends--and probably all my neighbors--think me erratic and peculiar, I do not doubt. My friends remonstrate with me mildly, and I usually listen and accept and make...

And again I sat through an evening too long for a clammer; and, though my book was in my hand, and my candle burned bright and clear, I did not read, but I stared into the dark...

So there we sat long at my little table under my great tree, and I saw the tide lapping high upon the shore, and heard the wind that sighed loud in the pine. And indeed that sig...

If I would! And if our parting took more than just the minute she had said, why, I will bear the blame--if blame there is. For I left her happy and with her eyes shining. And so...

It was there, just without the shadow of the pine, that the hole was scooped in the ground, and lined with great stones. Indeed, this was already done; for had I not had a clamb...

And so she slipped her hand within my arm, and we walked to and fro along the shore, and we watched the sun. And, on a sudden, I looked at Eve, and her eyes were filled with tea...

She glanced up at me. “Not yet,” she said. “But I have no fear, Adam. She is proud and she is stubborn--but they come a month early. No, I have no fear.”

Paternity has its responsibilities, so I am told by all who have the good fortune to be fathers--and from those who have not, I hear no less of it--more, perhaps. But, though I...