They look so dull and dowdy in the spring weather, when the snow drops and the crocuses are putting on their dainty frocks of white and ma...

The most extraordinary dream I ever had was one in which I fancied that, as I was going into a theater, the cloak-room attendant stopped m...

There are two kinds of clocks. There is the clock that is always wrong, and that knows it is wrong, and glories in it; and there is the cl...

INTRODUCTORY It was Christmas Eve. I begin this way because it is the proper, orthodox, respectable way to begin, and I have been ...

Once upon a time in Zandam, which is by the Zuider Zee, there lived a wicked man named Nicholas Snyders. He was mean and hard and cruel, a...

Myself, I do not believe this story. Six persons are persuaded of its truth; and the hope of these six is to convince themselves it was an...

THE GHOST OF THE MARCHIONESS OF APPLEFORD. This is the story, among others, of Henry the waiter--or, as he now prefers to call him...

Perhaps of all, it troubled most the Herr Pfarrer. Was he not the father of the village? And as such did it not fall to him to see his chi...

"Kindness," argued little Mrs. Pennycoop, "costs nothing." "And, speaking generally, my dear, is valued preci...

CHAPTER I "They are very pretty, some of them," said the Woman of the World; "not the sort of letters I should have wri...

The neighbourhood of Bloomsbury Square towards four o'clock of a November afternoon is not so crowded as to secure to the stranger, of...

"I do mean it," declared Mrs. Korner, "I like a man to be a man." "But you would not like Christopher--I mean...