Wristers for Three
Eleanor H. Porter The great chair, sumptuous with satin-damask and soft with springs, almost engulfed…
When Father and Mother Rebelled
Eleanor H. Porter “’Tain’t more ’n a month ter Christmas, Lyddy Ann; did ye know…
When Aunt Abby Waked Up
Eleanor H. Porter The room was very still. The gaunt figure on the bed lay…
The Price of a Pair of Shoes
Eleanor H. Porter For fifty years the meadow lot had been mowed and the side…
The Most Wonderful Woman
And a Great Man who proves himself truly great Eleanor H. Porter It was Old…
The Long Road
By Eleanor H. Porter “Jane!” “Yes, father.” “Is the house locked up?” “Yes.” “Are ye…
The Giving Thanks of Cyrus and Huldah
Eleanor H. Porter For two months Cyrus Gregg and his wife Huldah had not spoken…
The Bridge Across the Years
By Eleanor H. Porter John was expected on the five o’clock stage. Mrs. John had…
The Black Silk Gowns
Eleanor H. Porter The Heath twins, Miss Priscilla and Miss Amelia, rose early that morning,…
The Axminster Path
Eleanor H. Porter “There, dear, here we are, all dressed for the day!” said the…