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by Mark Twain Mark Twain wrote this letter to his 3 year old daughter from Santa Claus in 1875. You could say he was over

by Guy de Maupassant At four o’clock that day, as on every other day, Alexandre rolled the three-wheeled chair for cripples up to the door

by James Baldwin One day King Philip bought a fine horse called Bu-ceph´a-lus. He was a noble an-i-mal, and the king paid a very high

by Mark Twain Riverdale-on-the-Hudson, OCTOBER 15, 1902. THE HON. THE SECRETARY OF THE TREASURY, WASHINGTON, D. C.: Sir,–Prices for the customary kinds of winter fuel

by Arabian Nights Though this version of the story is titled, The History of Ali Baba, and of the Forty Robbers Killed by One Slave,

by W. W. Jacobs “I’ve just been drinking a man’s health,” said the night watchman, coming slowly on to the wharf and wiping his mouth

by Ring Lardner I HIS right name was Frank X. Farrell, and I guess the X stood for “Excuse me.” Because he never pulled a

by O. Henry There, were 3,000 girls in the Biggest Store. Masie was one of them. She was eighteen and a selleslady in the gents’

by T.S. Arthur One evening in winter as Alice, a dear little girl whom everybody loved, pushed aside the curtains of her bedroom window, she

A Little Country Girl by Kate Chopin Ninette was scouring the tin milk-pail with sand and lye-soap, and bringing it to a high polish. She

by James Joyce Eight years before he had seen his friend off at the North Wall and wished him God-speed. Gallaher had got on. You

A Little Free-Mulatto by Kate Chopin M’sié Jean-Ba’ – that was Aurélia’s father – was so especially fine and imposing when he went down to

by William Makepeace Thackeray I. Mr. and Mrs. Fitzroy Timmins live in Lilliput Street, that neat little street which runs at right angles with the

by Ray Bradbury While Ray Bradbury’s best known works are not yet in the public domain, enjoy A Little Journey, published in the August 1951

by Fyodor Dostoevsky At that time I was nearly eleven, I had been sent in July to spend the holiday in a village near Moscow

by O. Henry I mentioned to Rivington that I was in search of characteristic New York scenes and incidents — some- thing typical, I told

by Anonymous A Christmas Hamper: A Volume of Pictures and Stories for Little Folks was published in 1889 by T. Nelson and Sons by various

by O. Henry “I see,” remarked the tall gentleman in the frock coat and black slouch hat, “that another street car motorman in your city

A Little of Chickamauga by Ambrose Bierce The history of that awful struggle is well known–I have not the intention to record it here, but

by Jack London It was the green heart of the canyon, where the walls swerved back from the rigid plan and relieved their harshness of

A Living Chattle by Anton Chekhov GROHOLSKY embraced Liza, kept kissing one after another all her little fingers with their bitten pink nails, and laid

by Guy de Maupassant Compte de Lormerin had just finished dressing. He cast a parting glance at the large mirror which occupied an entire panel

by Robert Louis Stevenson It was late in November 1456. The snow fell over Paris with rigorous, relentless persistence; sometimes the wind made a sally

by George Gissing From The House of Cobwebs and Other Stories (1906). Harvey Munden had settled himself in a corner of the club smoking-room, with