“HOPE’S CLAD IN APRIL GREEN.”
Alexander Kielland “You’re kicking up the dust!” cried Cousin Hans. Ola did not hear. “He’s…
AUTUMN.
by Alexander Kielland AARRE, October 7, 1890. I had intended to send a few observations…
AT THE FAIR.
By Alexander Kielland It was by the merest chance that Monsieur and Madame Tousseau came…
A TALE OF THE SEA.
by Alexander Kielland Once there lay in a certain haven a large number of vessels.…
A SIESTA.
by Alexander Kielland In an elegant suite of chambers in the Rue Castiglione sat a…
A MONKEY.
by Alexander Kielland Yes, it was really a monkey that had nearly procured me ‘Laudabilis’…
A GOOD CONSCIENCE.
By Alexander Kielland An elegant little carriage, with two sleek and well-fed horses, drew up…
A DINNER.
by Alexander Kielland There was a large dinner-party at the merchant’s. The judge had made…
UP IN THE BLUE RIDGE.
Constance Fenimore Woolson “Every rose, you sang, has its thorn; But this has none, I…
THE STREET OF THE HYACINTH
BY CONSTANCE FENIMORE WOOLSON I IT was a street in Rome—narrow, winding, not over-clean. Two…