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by L. Frank Baum Published in 1939 along with the Cowardly Lion and the Hungry Tiger Dorothy was a little Kansas girl who once accidentally

by Mary E. Wilkins Freeman Little-Girl-Afraid-of-a-Dog first appeared in Harper’s Monthly Magazine (December, 1906). “The chickens are beginning to lay again,” said Emmeline’s aunt Martha,

by Guy de Maupassant The former soldier, Mederic Rompel, familiarly called Mederic by the country folks, left the post office of Roiiy-le-Tors at the usual

by T.S. Arthur “If they wouldn’t let him have it!” said Mrs. Leslie, weeping. “O, if they wouldn’t sell him liquor, there’d be no trouble!

Little Lucy Rose by Mary E. Wilkins Freeman BACK of the rectory there was a splendid, long hill. The ground receded until the rectory garden

by Henry van Dyke My Uncle Peter was much interested in the war which broke out, not long ago, among the professional nature-writers. He said

by Alice Dunbar-Nelson When Miss Sophie knew consciousness again, the long, faint, swelling notes of the organ were dying away in distant echoes through the

by L. Frank Baum Published in L. Frank Baum’s first children’s book, Mother Goose in Prose (1897), illustrated by Maxfield Parrish. You might also enjoy

by Hans Christian Andersen THERE was once a woman who wished very much to have a little child, but she could not obtain her wish.

by O. Henry The honeymoon was at its full. There was a flat with the reddest of new carpets, tasselled portieres and six steins with

by Rudyard Kipling ‘Prisoner’s head did not reach to the top of the dock,’ as the English newspapers say. This case, however, was not reported

by William Makepeace Thackeray I.–FROM RICHMOND IN SURREY TO BRUSSELS IN BELGIUM . . . I quitted the “Rose Cottage Hotel” at Richmond, one of

by Rabindranath Tagore The widow in the house of Saradasankar, the Ranihat zemindar, had no kinsmen of her father’s family. One after another all had

by Jack London “I do not see why you should not turn this immense amount of unusual information to account,” I told him. “Unlike most

by Jack London “The sun sinks, Canim, and the heat of the day is gone!” So called Li Wan to the man whose head was

Loka by Kate Chopin She was a half-breed Indian girl, with hardly a rag to her back. To the ladies of the Band of United

by Edna Ferber Chet Ball was painting a wooden chicken yellow. The wooden chicken was mounted on a six-by-twelve board. The board was mounted on

by Stephen Crane London at first consisted of a porter with the most charming manners in the world, and a cabman with a supreme intelligence,

by Oscar Wilde A Study of Duty I It was Lady Windermere’s last reception before Easter, and Bentinck House was even more crowded than usual.

by Sarah Orne Jewett In giving this brief account of my childhood, or, to speak exactly, of the surroundings which have affected the course of

by Stephen Leacock A Romance in One Chapter It was finished. Ruin had come. Lord Oxhead sat gazing fixedly at the library fire. Without, the

by O. Henry Chateau Sainte Marie du Mont Chateau Sainte Marie du Mont I Lord Oakhurst lay dying in the oak chamber in the eastern

by Jack London It was the end. Subienkow had travelled a long trail of bitterness and horror, homing like a dove for the capitals of

Loss of Breath by Edgar Allan Poe O Breathe not, etc. Moore’s Melodies The most notorious ill-fortune must in the end yield to the untiring