BIG SISTER SOLLY
By Mary E. Wilkins IT did seem strange that Sally Patterson, who, according to her…
ANN LIZY’S PATCHWORK
By Mary E. Wilkins Freeman Ann Lizy was invited to spend the afternoon and take…
ANN MARY HER TWO THANKSGIVINGS
“Grandma.” By Mary E. Wilkins Freeman “What is it, child?” “You goin’ to put that…
AN OLD ARITHMETICIAN.
By Mary E. Wilkins A STRONG, soft south wind had been blowing the day before,…
An Innocent Gamester
Mary E. Wilkins “Don’t stan’ there lookin’ at me that way, Charlotte.” “Why, Aunt Lucinda!”…
AN INDEPENDENT THINKER
Mary E. Wilkins Esther Gay’s house was little and square, and mounted on posts like…
AN HONEST SOUL
Mary E. Wilkins “Thar’s Mis’ Bliss’s pieces in the brown kaliker bag, an’ thar’s Mis’…
AMARINA’S ROSES
Mary E. Wilkins Freeman In the deep yard in front of and in the deep…
AMANDA AND LOVE.
By Mary E. Wilkins AMANDA sewed with a diligence which seemed almost fierce. She jerked…
A WAYFARING COUPLE.
By Mary E. Wilkins Freeman A LONG row of little cheap houses stretched on each…