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Go along, they are ringing already; and mind, don’t be naughty in church or God will punish you. My mother thrusts a few copper coins…

I The blueprints and specifications in the case of Tidbury Epps follow: Age: the early thirties. Status: bachelor. Habitat: Mrs. Kelty’s Refined Boarding House, Brooklyn.…

The Boy And The Filberts by Aesop A Boy was given permission to put his hand into a pitcher to get some filberts. But he…

Sunday, midday. A landowner, called Kamyshev, is sitting in his dining-room, deliberately eating his lunch at a luxuriously furnished table. Monsieur Champoun, a clean, neat,…

I “This,” said Mr. William Lum solemnly, “is the very las’ bottle of this stuff in these United States!” It was a dramatic moment. He…

Medio Pollito (A Spanish Tale) Once upon a time, a Spanish hen hatched a clutch of eggs. Alas, the youngest chick was a strange creature,…

A country village wrapped in the darkness of night. One o’clock strikes from the belfry. Two lawyers, called Kozyavkin and Laev, both in the best…

I “He wouldn’t give a cent,” announced Mrs. Pottle, blotting up the nucleus of a tear on her cheek with the tip of her gloved…

The Chameleon and the Sea God (A Tale From West Africa) Once long ago, on an autumn day when the sun shimmered brightly in a…

I was standing on the bank of the River Goltva, waiting for the ferry-boat from the other side. At ordinary times the Goltva is a…

My Financial Career by Stephen Leacock When I go into a bank I get rattled. The clerks rattle me; the wickets rattle me; the sight…

“Ambrose! Ambrose dear!” The new Mrs. Pottle put down the book she was reading Volume Dec to Erd of the encyclopedia. “Yes, Blossom dear.” Mr.…