短篇小说

The children were to be driven, as a special treat, to the sands at Jagborough. Nicholas was not to be of the party; he was in disgrace.

"Oh, no, Misto C -- , I hain't had no trouble. An' no joy!"

Besieged Paris was in the throes of famine. Even the sparrows on the roofs and the rats in the sewers were growing scarce. People were eating anything they could get.

So they went away and lived happily ever afterward, Best Beloved. That is all.

But the game for whose presence he kept so keen an outlook was none that figured in the sportsman's calendar as lawful and proper for the chase; Ulrich von Gradwitz patrolled the dark forest in quest of a human enemy.

All were crowding around M. Bermutier, the judge, who was giving his opinion about the Saint-Cloud mystery.

He took out the morocco case, opened it, and looked at the photograph. 'I wonder?' he said at last.

But neither Aunt Hannah nor Betsey ever knew that the quilt and the doll were Jimmy Scarecrow's Christmas presents to them.

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.

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.