The Copy-Cat & Other Stories
Amelia was an odd little girl -- that is, everybody called her odd. She was that rather unusual creature, a child with a definite ideal; and that ideal was Lily Jennings.
Stories Of The Supernatural
The ferry-boat was waiting when Rebecca Flint got off the train with her bag and lunch basket. When she and her small trunk were
safely embarked she sat stiff and straight and calm in the ferry-boat as it shot swiftly and smoothly across stream.
The Heart's Highway
In 1682, when I was thirty years of age and Mistress Mary Cavendish just turned of eighteen, she and I together one Sabbath morning in the month of April were riding to meeting in Jamestown.
A Guest In Sodom
I have known Benjamin Rice ever since we were boys together, and he was smart enough, but he never quite got through his head the wickedness of the world he had been born into. He thought everybody else was as good and honest as he was, and when he found out he was mistaken, it was too much for him.
Criss-Cross
She swayed gently in her hair-cloth rocker. She leaned her head back and sidewise, and gazed out at the prospect with an expression almost absurdly tragic. Tragedy did not sit comfortably upon those mild features in that long, sweet face, softly curtained with folds of thin, blond hair which had not turned gray, although Selma was almost an old woman. However, tragedy, hawk-like, unswerving, did look from Selma's blue eyes.
The Yates Pride
Mrs. Glynn had
a daughter, Ethel, and an unmarried sister, Miss Julia Esterbrook. All three were fond of talking, and had many callers who liked to hear the feebly effervescent news of Wellwood.
'Doc.' Gordon
The Butterfly House
Jerome, A Poor Man
An Alabaster Box
The Portion of Labor
Giles Corey, Yeoman
Evelina's Garden
Comfort Pease and her Gold Ring
The Green Door
Madelon
The Jamesons
Jane Field
The Shoulders of Atlas
Light of the Soul
The Adventures of Ann Stories of Colonial Times
Pembroke
The Pot of Gold
The Revolt of Sophia Lane
The Revolt of Mother and Other Stories
The Little Maid at the Door
The Last Gift
A Symphony in Lavender
The Hall Bedroom
Humble Pie
Emancipation
The Cat
Backbone
Statement
Oh, how sorry we are for you Baha'is
How boring to spend your days in futile study
of obscure writings that mislead and depress.
Response
It is good of you to be so concerned for us.
We are swimming in an ocean of sweetness
Will you not give it a try?
Like any true scientist you must test a system
Over and over until it pleases you or fails.
Statement
But why would I do that?
This world offers me great pleasures and fame.
Where would I be if others saw me as I see you?
Response
We will always be here.
Moving from strength to strength.
The world is a souring lake, overcrowded
with persons without backbone
Flapping like a flag in the winds of change.
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