"I SAY, young man, what do you mean by this; coming along the street at the pace of a steam-engine? I've a good mind to call the police." Arthur had collided with an elderly gentleman at the corner of the street, nearly knocking him down, and
"WELL, I've done it, and if there should be a row, you girls must help me to get out of it with the Mater." The speaker was a tall, well-grown lad about fifteen. His two sisters might have been a year older and a year younger,
AFTER many a weary walk in search of apartments cheap enough to suit her altered circumstances, and wholesome enough for her country plants, so suddenly transferred to a new atmosphere, Mrs. Falconer at last engaged three rooms within easy distance from one of the parks, and then began to consider
A RETROSPECTIVE glance at the antecedents of fair Mistress Hazelwood peeps into her old-fashioned, hospitable home at Daisy-Meade, where she fulfilled the mission of one of the bright spirits that seem sent into the world to round off sharp corners, pad rough edges, fit in curious angles, and sheath drawn
THE last evening before the removal of the family from the Moat, the moon shone out brightly at intervals from a cloudy sky, touching with silvery light the gables and turrets of the mansion, the old church tower, and the edges of the tombstones that nestled amidst the grass and