Literature

Prissy Baker was in Oscar Miller’s store New Year’s morning, buying matches for New Year’s was not kept as a business holiday in Quincy when…

Fine carriage with rubber tyres, a fat coachman, and velvet on the seats, rolled up to the house of a landowner called Gryabov. Fyodor Andreitch…

Two young people who had not long been married were walking up and down the platform of a little country station. His arm was round…

Do I know why Tom Donahue is called “Lucky Tom?” Yes, I do; and that is more than one in ten of those who call…

On the fourth day of March, in the year 1867, being at that time in my five-and-twentieth year, I wrote down the following words in…

Dusk was melting into darkness as the two men slowly made their way through the dense forest of spruce and fir that clothed the flanks…

Scholars Say He is the Only American Myth. Paul Bunyan is the hero of lumber camp whoppers that have been handed down for generations. These…

Sometimes, in a moment of sharp experience, comes that vivid flash of insight that makes a platitude suddenly seem a revelation its full content is…

It was curious that sense of dull uneasiness that came over him so suddenly, so stealthily at first he scarcely noticed it, but with such…

Once upon a time, there was a very beautiful doll’s-house; it was red brick with white windows, and it had real muslin curtains and a…

Once upon a time, there were three little kittens, and their names were Mittens, Tom Kitten, and Moppet. They had dear little fur coats of…

“Pussy-cat sits by the fire how should she be fair? In walks, the little dog says, Pussy are you there? How do you do Mistress…