THE CAT
Mary E. Wilkins Freeman. The snow was falling, and the Cat’s fur was stiffly pointed…
ROSEEN
By M.E Francis Peter Rorke stood on the threshold of Monavoe, his big comfortable house,…
YOUNG LUCRETIA
BY MARY E. WILKINS “Who’s that little gal goin’ by?” said old Mrs. Emmons. “That—why,…
WHERE THE CHRISTMAS-TREE GREW
By Mary E. Wilkins Freeman It was afternoon recess at No. 4 District School, in…
WHERE SARAH JANE’S DOLL WENT
BY MARY E. WILKINS In the first place, Sarah Jane had no right to take…
Up Primrose Hill
Mary E. Wilkins “We can, Mis’ Rowe; this winder ain’t fastened. I can slide it…
TWO OLD LOVERS
by Mary E. Wilkins Freeman Leyden was emphatically a village of cottages, and each of…
TOBY.
By Mary E. Wilkins Aunt Malvina was sitting at the window watching for a horse-car…
Three Old Sisters and the Old Beau
Mary E. Wilkins The three old sisters, Rachel and Nancy and Camilla, lived in the…
THE WINNING LADY
By Mary E. Wilkins Freeman MRS. ADELINE WYATT stood before her i long mirror. She…