The Very Small Person

Murray was not as one without hope, for there was the Promise. The remembrance of it set him now to exulting, in an odd, restrained little way, where a moment ago he had been de...

There were all kinds of words,--short ones and long ones. Some were very long. This one--we-ell, maybe it wasn't so _long_, for when you're nine you don't of course mind three-s...

The Enemy's chin just reached comfortably to the top fence-rail, and there it rested, while above it peered a pair of round blue eyes. It is not usual for an enemy's eyes to be...

"I wish I knew for very certain," the Little Lover murmured, wistfully. The licorice-stick was so shiny and black, and he had laid his tongue on it one sweet instant, so he knew...

The Child had it all reasoned out in her own way. It was only lately she had got to the end of her reasoning and settled down. At first it had not been very satisfactory, but sh...

"Dear John," the letter began,--"It's all very well except one thing. I wonder you didn't think of that. _I'm_ thinking of it most of the time, and it takes away so much of the...

There was so much time for the Little Girl who should have been a Boy to ponder over it. She was only seven, but she grew quite skilful in pondering. After lessons--and lessons...

The trail of the Boy was always entirely distinct, but on this especial morning it lay over house, porch, barn--everything. The Mother followed it up, stooping to gather the mis...

The Princess was washing dishes. On her feet she would barely have reached the rim of the great dish-pan, but on the soap-box she did very well. A grimy calico apron trailed to...

Bobby had learned U that day in school, and he strutted home beside his nurse, Olga, with conscious relief in the swing of his sturdy legs. There was a special reason why Bobby...

"I said she tucked me in,--came up a-purpose to,--an' always kissed me _twice_ (his only does once), an' always--called me--Dear." Russy fell back in a heap on the pillows and s...

The Lie went up to bed with him. Russy didn't want it to, but it crept in through the key-hole,--it must have been the key-hole, for the door was shut the minute Metta's skirt h...