短篇小说 | Jimmy Scarecrow's Christmas
But neither Aunt Hannah nor Betsey ever knew that the quilt and the doll were Jimmy Scarecrow's Christmas presents to them.
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短篇小说 | Jim Baker's Blue-Jay Yarn
Animals talk to each other, of course. There can be no question about that; but I suppose there are very few people who can understand them.
短篇小说 | Gentle Hand
I did not hear the maiden's name; but in my thought I have ever since called her "Gentle Hand." What a magic lay in her touch! It was wonderful.
短篇小说 | Transients in Arcadia
There is a hotel on Broadway that has escaped discovery by the summer-resort promoters.
短篇小说 | The Tell-Tale Heart
"Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed!--tear up the planks!--here, here!--it is the beating of his hideous heart!"
短篇小说 | The Colonel's Ideas
"All the same, we are very fond of women, we Frenchmen!"
短篇小说 | Bertie's Christmas Eve
It was Christmas Eve, and the family circle of Luke Steffink, Esq., was aglow with the amiability and random mirth which the occasion demanded.
短篇小说 | The Model Millionaire
Unless one is wealthy there is no use in being a charming fellow. Romance is the privilege of the rich, not the profession of the unemployed.
短篇小说 | A Holiday Task
Kenelm Jerton entered the dining-hall of the Golden Galleon Hotel in the full crush of the luncheon hour.
短篇小说 | A Cosmopolite in a Cafe
At midnight the cafe was crowded. By some chance the little table at which I sat had escaped the eye of incomers, and two vacant chairs at it extended their arms with venal hospitality to the influx of patrons.
