There once was a little grain of wheat which was very proud indeed. The first thing it remembered was being very much crowded and jostled by a great many other grains of wheat, all living in the same sack in the granary. It was quite dark in the sack, and no one could move about, […]

PREFATORY NOTE “THE STORY OF PRINCE FAIRYFOOT” was originally intended to be the first of a series, under the general title of “Stories from the Lost Fairy-Book, Re-told by the Child Who Read Them,” concerning which Mrs. Burnett relates: “When I was a child of six or seven, I had given to me a book […]

She had not been brought up in America at all. She had been born in France, in a beautiful chateau, and she had been born heiress to a great fortune, but, nevertheless, just now she felt as if she was very poor, indeed. And yet her home was in one of the most splendid houses […]

It began with Aunt Hetty’s being out of temper, which, it must be confessed, was nothing new. At its best, Aunt Hetty’s temper was none of the most charming, and this morning it was at its worst. She had awakened to the consciousness of having a hard day’s work before her, and she had awakened […]

To begin, I am a Frenchman, a teacher of languages, and a poor man,–necessarily a poor man, as the great world would say, or I should not be a teacher of languages, and my wife a copyist of great pictures, selling her copies at small prices. In our own eyes, it is true, we are […]

He came in one evening at sun set with the empty coal-train–his dull young face pale and heavy-eyed with weariness, his corduroy suit dusty and travel-stained, his worldly possessions tied up in the smallest of handkerchief bundles and slung upon the stick resting on his shoulder–and naturally his first appearance attracted some attention among the […]

PART ONE In the fierce airless heat of the small square room the child Judith panted as she lay on her bed. Her father and mother slept near her, drowned in the heavy slumber of workers after their day’s labour. Some people in the next flat were quarrelling, irritated probably by the appalling heat and […]

They were rather an incongruous element amid the festivities, but they bore themselves very well, notwithstanding, and seemed to be sufficiently interested. The elder of the two–a tall, slender, middle-aged woman, with a somewhat severe, though delicate face–sat quietly apart, looking on at the rough dances and games with a keen relish of their primitive […]

There came to me among the letters I received last spring one which touched me very closely. It was a letter full of delightful things but the delightful thing which so reached my soul was a question. The writer had been reading “The Secret Garden” and her question was this: “Did you own the original […]

One day at Arle–a tiny scattered fishing hamlet on the northwestern English coast–there stood at the door of one of the cottages near the shore a woman leaning against the lintel-post and looking out: a woman who would have been apt to attract a stranger’s eye, too–a woman young and handsome. This was what a […]

Now this is the story about the doll family I liked and the doll family I didn’t. When you read it you are to remember something I am going to tell you. This is it: If you think dolls never do anything you don’t see them do, you are very much mistaken. When people are […]

In the first place, Miss Minchin lived in London. Her home was a large, dull, tall one, in a large, dull square, where all the houses were alike, and all the sparrows were alike, and where all the door-knockers made the same heavy sound, and on still days–and nearly all the days were still–seemed to […]

Part One The Land of the Blue Flower was not called by that name until the tall, strong, beautiful King Amor came down from his castle on the mountain crag and began to reign. Before that time it was called King Mordreth’s Land, and as the first King Mordreth had been a fierce and cruel […]

The little hunchback Zia toiled slowly up the steep road, keeping in the deepest shadows, even though the night had long fallen. Sometimes he staggered with weariness or struck his foot against a stone and smothered his involuntary cry of pain. He was so full of terror that he was afraid to utter a sound […]

Sorry to hear my fellow-workmen speak so disparagin’ o’ me? Well, Mester, that’s as it may be yo’ know. Happen my fellow-workmen ha’ made a bit o’ a mistake–happen what seems loike crustiness to them beant so much crustiness as summat else–happen I mought do my bit o’ complainin’ too. Yo’ munnot trust aw yo’ […]

It was Madame who first entered the box, and Madame was bright with youthful bloom, bright with jewels, and, moreover, a beauty. She was a little creature, with childishly large eyes, a low, white forehead, reddish-brown hair, and Greek nose and mouth. “Clearly,” remarked the old lady in the box opposite, “not a Frenchwoman. Her […]

“Prut!” said Annot, her sabots clattering loudly on the brick floor as she moved more rapidly in her wrath. “Prut! Madame Giraud, indeed! There was a time, and it was but two years ago, that she was but plain Mere Giraud, and no better than the rest of us; and it seems to me, neighbors, […]