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by Ethel M. Dell “And you will come back, Jim? Promise! Promise!” “Of course, darling–of course! There! Don’t cry! Can’t you see it’s a chance

by Edna Ferber Any one who has ever written for the magazines (nobody could devise a more sweeping opening; it includes the iceman who does

by Aesop A young Mouse in search of adventure was running along the bank of a pond where lived a Frog. When the Frog saw

by Aesop The Frogs were tired of governing themselves. They had so much freedom that it had spoiled them, and they did nothing but sit

by Aesop Two Frogs lived together in a marsh. But one hot summer the marsh dried up, and they left it to look for another

by Aesop An Ox came down to a reedy pool to drink. As he splashed heavily into the water, he crushed a young Frog into

by O. Henry Restless, shifting, fugacious as time itself is a certain vast bulk of the population of the red brick district of the lower

by Edith Wharton I For hours she had lain in a kind of gentle torpor, not unlike that sweet lassitude which masters one in the

by Jack London HOOCKLA-HEEN half-crouched, half-knelt in the tall, dank grass. Not a motion passed over him, yet he had been there a long, long

by Guy de Maupassant It was after dinner, and we were talking about adventures and accidents which happened while out shooting. An old friend, known

by Mary Roberts Rinehart I The Red Un was very red; even his freckles were red rather than copper-coloured. And he was more prodigal than

by Rudyard Kipling And ye shall be as–Gods! SCENE.–_Thymy grass-plot at back of the Mahasu dak-bungalow, overlooking little wooded valley. On the left, glimpse of

by Willa Cather When Caroline Noble’s friends learned that Raymond d’Esquerre was to spend a month at her place on the Sound before he sailed

by Lucy Maud Montgomery Jims tried the door of the blue room. Yes, it was locked. He had hoped Aunt Augusta might have forgotten to

by Hans Christian Andersen This fairy tale from Hans Christian Andersen was published in his fairy tales collection in 1914, featuring illustrations by Dugald Stewart

by Rudyard Kipling “If I can attain Heaven for a pice, why should you be envious?” Opium Smoker’s Proverb. This is no work of mine.

by Katherine Mansfield And after all the weather was ideal. They could not have had a more perfect day for a garden-party if they had

by Edna Ferber Those of you who have dwelt–or even lingered–in Chicago, Illinois, are familiar with the region known as the Loop. For those others

by Kathleen Norris After the meat course, Mrs. Tolley and Min rather languidly removed the main platters and, by reaching backward, piled the dinner plates

The Gentle Boy by Nathaniel Hawthorne In the course of the year 1656, several of the people called Quakers, led, as they professed, by the

by Herman Melville IN relating to my friends various passages of my sea-goings I have at times had occasion to allude to that singular people

by Henry van Dyke Do you remember that fair little wood of silver birches on the West Branch of the Neversink, somewhat below the place

by Harriet Beecher Stowe “Now, Sam, tell us certain true, is there any such things as ghosts?” “Be there ghosts?” said Sam, immediately translating into

by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu In looking over the papers of my late valued and respected friend, Francis Purcell, who for nearly fifty years discharged