Dedication To a certain handful of dear New England women of names unknown to the world, dwelling in a certain quiet village, alike unknown:– We have worked together to make our little corner of the great universe a pleasanter place in which to live, and so we know, not only one another’s names, but something […]

I. A DIFFERENCE IN HEARTS “I DON’ know as I cal’lated to be the makin’ of any child,” Miranda had said as she folded Aurelia’s letter and laid it in the light-stand drawer. “I s’posed of course Aurelia would send us the one we asked for, but it’s just like her to palm off that […]

A STUDY IN NOBLENESS Stanwood Sanitarium, Mapleton, Pennsylvania, June,19– FIRST WEEK Monday The door has just closed behind one of the most eminent physicians in the State, and I am no longer Philippa Armstrong, but a case of neurasthenia, an inmate of Room Number 17, which has a yellow placard over its entrance; a placard […]

LOG-BOOK OF CHARLOTTE AMALIA CLIFFORD S.S. Diana, January 21, 1918 On the way to the Virgin Islands I engrossed the above heading in my journal shortly after we left the dock in New York, but from what has occurred in the past few days I think my occasional entries in the log-book are likely to […]

“And they went unto Huldah the Prophetess and communed with her” Huldah Rumford leaned from her bedroom window as she finished plaiting her hair. The crowing of the white Brahma rooster had interrupted her toilet and she craned her neck impatiently until she discovered that he had come from the hen-yard in the rear and […]

Not far from the village of Bonny Eagle, on the west bank of the Saco, stood two little low-roofed farmhouses; the only two that had survived among others of the same kind that once dotted the green brink of the river. Long years before, in 1795 or thereabouts, there had been a cluster of log […]

I “Good-bye, Miss Tucker!” “Good luck, Miss Tommy!” “Bye, bye, Tomsie!” “Don’t stay away too long!” These sentiments were being called from the Hoboken dock to the deck of an ocean steamer, while a young lady, buried in bouquets and bonbons, leaned over the rail, sparkling, inciting, compelling, responding. “Take care of yourself, Tommy!” “I […]

KATE DOUGLAS WIGGIN When the Child of Nazareth was born, the sun, according to the Bosnian legend, “leaped in the heavens, and the stars around it danced. A peace came over mountain and forest. Even the rotten stump stood straight and healthy on the green hill-side. The grass was beflowered with open blossoms, incense sweet […]