PREFATORY NOTE "THE STORY OF PRINCE FAIRYFOOT" was originally intended to be the first of a series, under the genera...

There once was a little grain of wheat which was very proud indeed. The first thing it remembered was being very much crowded and jo...

CHAPTER I. It had taken him a long time, and it had cost him--José--much hard labor, to prepare for his aged grandmother and Pepit...

And it came to pass nigh upon nineteen hundred and sixteen years ago The little hunchback Zia toiled slowly up the steep road, k...

Part One The Land of the Blue Flower was not called by that name until the tall, strong, beautiful King Amor came down from his ...

A Lancashire Story. "Sorry to hear my fellow-workmen speak so disparagin' o' me? Well, Mester, that's as it may b...

He came in one evening at sun set with the empty coal-train--his dull young face pale and heavy-eyed with weariness, his corduroy suit...

In the first place, Miss Minchin lived in London. Her home was a large, dull, tall one, in a large, dull square, where all the house...

As Told by Queen Crosspatch Now this is the story about the doll family I liked and the doll family I didn't. When you read it...

One day at Arle--a tiny scattered fishing hamlet on the northwestern English coast--there stood at the door of one of the cottages nea...

There came to me among the letters I received last spring one which touched me very closely. It was a letter full of delightful thin...

"Prut!" said Annot, her sabots clattering loudly on the brick floor as she moved more rapidly in her wrath. "Prut! Mada...

They were rather an incongruous element amid the festivities, but they bore themselves very well, notwithstanding, and seemed to be su...

She had not been brought up in America at all. She had been born in France, in a beautiful _château_, and she had been born heiress ...

It was Madame who first entered the box, and Madame was bright with youthful bloom, bright with jewels, and, moreover, a beauty. She w...

PART ONE In the fierce airless heat of the small square room the child Judith panted as she lay on her bed. Her father and mot...

To begin, I am a Frenchman, a teacher of languages, and a poor man,--necessarily a poor man, as the great world would say, or I should...

It began with Aunt Hetty's being out of temper, which, it must be confessed, was nothing new. At its best, Aunt Hetty's temp...