THE GOLD
By Mary E. Wilkins THE colonies had but recently declared war with the old country;…
The Givers
By Mary E. Wilkins The level of new snow in Sophia Lane’s north yard was…
THE ELM-TREE
Mary E. Wilkins-Freeman From Harper’s Bazar Vol. XXXVII No. 1 (January, 1903) The elm-tree had…
THE DICKEY BOY
By Mary E. Wilkins “I should think it was about time for him to be…
THE COW WITH GOLDEN HORNS.
Mary E. Wilkins Once there was a farmer who had a very rare and valuable…
THE COPY-CAT
By Mary E. Wilkins THAT affair of Jim Simmons’s cats never became known. Two little…
THE COCK OF THE WALK
By Mary E. Wilkins DOWN the road, kicking up the dust until he marched, soldier-wise,…
The Christmas Sing in Our Village
Mary E. Wilkins The singing-school is, of course, a regular institution in our village during…
THE CHRISTMAS MONKS.
By Mary E. Wilkins All children have wondered unceasingly from their very first Christmas up…
THE CHRISTMAS MASQUERADE.
By Mary E. Wilkins Freeman On Christmas Eve the Mayor’s stately mansion presented a beautiful…