The Poor Little Rich Girl

Halfway up the shining surface of the gilt-framed pier glass was a mark--a tiny ink-line that had been carefully drawn across the outer edge of the wide bevel. As Gwendolyn star...

The nursery was on the top-most floor of the great stone house--this for sunshine and air. But the sunshine was gone when Gwendolyn returned from her drive, and a half-dozen sil...

There was a high wind blowing, and the newly washed garments hanging on the roofs of nearby buildings were writhing and twisting violently, and tugging at the long swagging clot...

It was a morning abounding in unexpected good fortune. For one thing, Miss Royle was indisposed--to an extent that was fully convincing--and was lying down, brows swathed by a t...

The crescent of the Drive, never without its pageant; the broad river thronged with craft; the high forest-fringed precipice and the houses that could be glimpsed beyond--all th...

Gwendolyn was lying on her back in the middle of the nursery floor. The skein of her flaxen hair streamed about her shoulders in tangles. Her head being unpillowed, her face was...

Miss Royle looked sober as she sipped her orange-juice. And she cut off the top of her breakfast egg as noiselessly as possible. Her directions to Thomas, she half-whispered, or...

It was a cry of amazement. For suddenly--so suddenly that she did not have time to think how it had happened--she found herself _up and dressed_, and standing alone, gazing abou...

Bobbing and swaying foolishly, the nurse-maid shuffled to her feet. And Gwendolyn, though she wanted to turn and flee beyond the reach of those big, clutching hands, found herse...

What she first saw was a face!--straight ahead, at the top of a steep rise, where the wide road narrowed to a point. The face was a man's, and upon it the footlights beat so str...

As she trotted along, pulling with great relish at a candy-stick, she glanced down at the Policeman every now and then--and glowed with pride. On some few well-remembered occasi...

It occurred to Gwendolyn that it would be a very good idea to stop turning stones. The first one set bottom-side up had resulted in the arrival of Jane. And whereas the Policema...

So far, the Piper had seemed to be no one's friend--unless, perhaps, his own. He had lagged along, surly or boisterous by turns, and careless of his manners; not even showing re...

It was the Doctor's hand that steadied her as she hurried forward in the darkness. It was a big hand, and she was able to grasp only two fingers of it. But that clinging hold ma...

Without another moment's delay Gwendolyn and her father set forth, traveling a road that stretched forward beside the stream of soda, winding as the stream wound, to the music o...

She moved her head from side to side slowly. And felt the cool touch of the pillow against either cheek. Then she tried to lift her arms; but found that one hand was still in a...