Berenice and I were cousins, and we grew up together in my paternal halls.
For he had sworn by the bones of his grandfather; and his grandfather had no bones.
"Do you think, Colonel, that your brave Coulter would like to put one of his guns in here?" the general asked.
"Two children," repeated my wife; "and they are staying with his aunt Jenny."
KEESH lived long ago on the rim of the polar sea, was head man of his village through many and prosperous years, and died full of honors with his name on the lips of men.
As the Romans grew prouder and more fond of pleasure, no one could hope to please them who did not give them sports and entertainments.
All the relations in the neighborhood had come to dinner, and then gone back to their own houses, but some of the relations had come from a distance, and these had to stay all night at the grandfather's.
The little girl came into her papa's study, as she always did Saturday morning before breakfast, and asked for a story.
WHEN dear old Mrs. Hay went back to town after staying with the Burnells she sent the children a doll's house.
IT WAS a dark autumn night. The old banker was walking up and down his study and remembering how, fifteen years before, he had given a party one autumn evening.
"Guess you're mistaken, Mr. Spencer," he said. "Don't believe I recognize you. Your buggy's waiting for you, ain't it?"
The girl was one of those pretty and charming young creatures who sometimes are born, as if by a slip of fate, into a family of clerks.