The happy six

The Merry Five, as you may remember, were Molly, Kirke, and Weezy Rowe, and their twin neighbors, Paul and Pauline Bradstreet; and they lived in Silver Gate City, in sunny Calif...

Whether the Rowes should decide to go to Europe or not, the Bradstreets were going; and Captain Bradstreet thought it high time to inform Paul of the plan. The boy had not been...

Paul called for Kirke on the following Saturday, long before breakfast-time. He had driven in from the ranch in Mr. Keith’s two-seated wagon, drawn by a pair of little brown mul...

Swinging his limber arms, the little blue clad Chinaman scuffed behind Mr. Keith and the boys to the mouth of the unfinished well. Over this stood the temporary windlass, its hu...

“Seems’s if Europe time wouldn’t ever, ever come,” complained Weezy again and again. For it was settled now that they were to go in June at the beginning of the summer vacation.

The Silver Gate City party left New York the next Saturday on the French steamer _La Bretagne_, bound for Havre. They took with them Jane Leonard, a girl of eighteen, who was to...

Captain Bradstreet told Weezy that these porpoises were sometimes called fish-hogs. They not only drive shoals of herrings and salmon and mackerel before them, but they sometime...

Of all the passengers on the ship,--and there were perhaps six hundred,--none interested the boys of The Happy Six like the young man with one leg, who was going to London and P...

The Silver Gate tourists all assembled for breakfast in the hotel dining-room dressed for their excursion. The clothes worn by them on shipboard had been packed in a box to be f...

The cobble-stones were rounded and smooth like paper-weights, and moved beneath their feet with every step. Molly was obliged to support her little brother very carefully to pre...

“How silly! I should think they’d know better!” retorted the young American critic. But at the approach of a waiter she immediately became mute. She had a private conviction tha...

“See, she’s tacked on that everlasting bag again, Molly,” whispered Pauline, as the train started. “It always reminds me of a great tag on a little parcel, as if Miss Evans had...