短篇小说 | The Brave Tin Soldier
THERE were once five-and-twenty tin soldiers, who were all brothers, for they had been made out of the same old tin spoon.
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短篇小说 | Regret
MAMZELLE AURLIE possessed a good strong figure, ruddy cheeks, hair that was changing from brown to gray, and a determined eye. She wore a man's hat about the farm, and an old blue army overcoat when it was cold, and sometimes top-boots.
短篇小说 | The Cactus
The most notable thing about Time is that it is so purely relative. A large amount of reminiscence is, by common consent, conceded to the drowning man; and it is not past belief that one may review an entire courtship while removing one's gloves.
短篇小说 | How the Camel Got His Hump
NOW this is the next tale, and it tells how the Camel got his big hump.
短篇小说 | The Tale of Peter Rabbit
ONCE upon a time there were four little Rabbits, and their names were— Flopsy, Mopsy, Cotton-tail, and Peter.
短篇小说 | The Story of An Hour
Knowing that Mrs. Mallard was afflicted with a heart trouble, great care was taken to break to her as gently as possible the news of her husband's death.
短篇小说 | Cousin Tribulation's Story
As we came down to breakfast that morning, with very shiny faces and spandy clean aprons, we found father alone in the dining-room.
短篇小说 | Three Thanksgiving Kisses
It was the day before Thanksgiving. The brief cloudy November afternoon was fast merging into early twilight.
短篇小说 | Two Thanksgiving Day Gentlemen
Every Thanksgiving Day for nine years he had taken his seat there promptly at 1 o'clock.
短篇小说 | Deacon Pitkin's Farm
Thanksgiving was impending in the village of Mapleton on the 20th of November, 1825.
短篇小说 | How We Kept Thanksgiving at Oldtown
At other times of the year we sometimes murmured at these labours, but those that were supposed to usher in the great Thanksgiving festival were always entered into with enthusiasm.
短篇小说 | The Pumpkin-Glory
The papa had told the story so often that the children knew just exactly what to expect the moment he began.
