“Le’ me see,” said old Sally Flint, “was it fifty year ago, or was it on’y forty? Some’er’s betwixt 1825 an’ ’26 it must ha’ been when they were married, an’ ’twas in ’41 he died.” The other old women in the Poorhouse sitting-room gathered about her. Old Mrs. Forbes, who dearly loved a story, […]

“It don’t seem as if we’d really got round to it, does it, father?” asked Mrs. Pike. The west was paling, and the August insects stirred the air with their crooning chirp. Eli and his wife sat together on the washing-bench outside the back door, waiting for the milk to cool before it should be […]

We who are Tiverton born, though false ambition may have ridden us to market, or the world’s voice incited us to kindred clamoring, have a way of shutting our eyes, now and then, to present changes, and seeing things as they were once, as they are still, in a certain sleepy yet altogether individual corner […]

“The land o’ gracious!” said Mrs. Lothrop Wilson, laying down her “drawing-in hook” on the rug stretched between two chairs in the middle of the kitchen, and getting up to look from the window. “If there ain’t Lucindy comin’ out o’ the Pitmans’ without a thing on her head, an’ all them little curls a-flyin’! […]

There was once a fairy who wanted to know all the things that ever were. This was very unusual, because most fairies know a great deal more than they have time to do; but somehow this fairy, who was named Gillibloom, had an idea that mortals know a great deal and that fairies would be […]