Kate Douglas Wiggin

Titles in Young Readers category:

• Marm Lisa

  Eden Place was a short street running at right angles with Eden Square, a most unattractive and infertile triangle of ground in a most unattractive but respectable quarter of a large city. It was called a square, not so much, probably, because it was triangular in shape, as because it was hard ...

• Mother Carey's Chickens    

  "By and by there came along a flock of petrels, who are Mother Carey's own chickens.... They flitted along like a flock of swallows, hopping and skipping from wave to wave, lifting their little feet behind them so daintily that Tom fell in love with them at once."

• New Chronicles of Rebecca

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• Old Peabody Pew, The

  Edgewood, like all the other villages along the banks of the Saco, is full of sunny slopes and leafy hollows. There are little, rounded, green-clad hillocks that might, like their scriptural sisters, "skip with joy," and there are grand, rocky hills tufted with gaunt pine trees--these leading ...

• Penelope's English Experiences

  Here we are in London again,--Francesca, Salemina, and I. Salemina is a philanthropist of the Boston philanthropists limited. I am an artist. Francesca is- It is very difficult to label Francesca. She is, at her present stage of development, just a nice girl; that is about all: the sense of ...

• Penelope's Experiences in Scotland

  We have travelled together before, Salemina, Francesca, and I, and we know the very worst there is to know about one another. After this point has been reached, it is as if a triangular marriage had taken place, and, with the honeymoon comfortably over, we slip along in thoroughly friendly fash ...

• Penelope's Irish Experiences

  It is the most absurd thing in the world that Salemina, Francesca, and I should be in Ireland together.

• Penelope's Postscripts

  A DAY IN PESTALOZZI-TOWN

• Rebecca Of Sunnybrook Farm    

  The old stage coach was rumbling along the dusty road that runs from Maplewood to Riverboro. The day was as warm as midsummer, though it was only the middle of May, and Mr. Jeremiah Cobb was favoring the horses as much as possible, yet never losing sight of the fact that he carried the mail. Th ...

• Rose O' the River    

  It was not long after sunrise, and Stephen Waterman, fresh from his dip in the river, had scrambled up the hillside from the hut in the alder-bushes where he had made his morning toilet.

• Village Stradivarius, A

  "Goodfellow, Puck and goblins,
  Know more than any book.
  Down with your doleful problems,
  And court the sunny brook.
  The south-winds are quick-witted,
  The schools are sad and slow,
  The masters quite omitted
  The lore we care to know."
  EMERSON'S April.