WHERE’S NORA?
By Sarah Orne Jewett I. “Where’s Nora?” The speaker was a small, serious-looking old Irishman,…
THE QUEEN’S TWIN.
By Sarah Orne Jewett I. The coast of Maine was in former years brought so…
THE NIGHT BEFORE THANKSGIVING
Sarah Orne Jewett I. There was a sad heart in the low-storied, dark little house…
The Landscape Chamber
Sarah Orne Jewett I. I was tired of ordinary journeys, which involved either the…
MARTHA’S LADY.
By Sarah Orne Jewett I. One day, many years ago, the old Judge Pyne house…
LADY FERRY.
By Sarah Orne Jewett We have an instinctive fear of death; yet we have a…
In Dark New England Days
Sarah Orne Jewett I. The last of the neighbors was going home; officious Mrs. Peter…
BOLD WORDS AT THE BRIDGE.
By Sarah Orne Jewett I. “’Well, now,’ says I, ‘Mrs. Con’ly,’ says I, ‘how ever…
AUNT CYNTHY DALLETT
By Sarah Orne Jewett I. “No,” said Mrs. Hand, speaking wistfully,—”no, we never were in…
AN ARROW IN A SUNBEAM
By Sarah Orne Jewett The minister of a fashionable church had noticed Sunday after Sunday…