MARLEY’S GHOST by Charles Dickens Marley was dead, to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. The register of his burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker, and the chief mourner. Scrooge signed it. And Scrooge’s name was good upon ‘Change, for anything he chose to put his hand to….
Month: November 2010
AT CHRISTMAS TIME by Anton Chekhov
AT CHRISTMAS TIME by Anton Chekhov I “WHAT shall I write?” said Yegor, and he dipped his pen in the ink. Vasilisa had not seen her daughter for four years. Her daughter Yefimya had gone after her wedding to Petersburg, had sent them two letters, and since then seemed to vanish out of their…
A Christmas Tree by Charles Dickens
A Christmas Tree by Charles Dickens I have been looking on, this evening, at a merry company of children assembled round that pretty German toy, a Christmas Tree. The tree was planted in the middle of a great round table, and towered high above their heads. It was brilliantly lighted by a multitude of little…
The Night Before Thanksgiving by Sarah Orne Jewett
The Night Before Thanksgiving by Sarah Orne Jewett I. There was a sad heart in the low-storied, dark little house that stood humbly by the roadside under some tall elms. Small as her house was, old Mrs. Robb found it too large for herself alone; she only needed the kitchen and a tiny bedroom that…
What Five Dollars Paid by T. S. Arthur
What Five Dollars Paid by T. S. Arthur Mr. Herriot was sitting in his office, one day, when a lad entered, and handed him a small slip of paper. It was a bill for five dollars, due to his shoemaker, a poor man who lived in the next square. “Tell Mr. Grant that I will…
The Adventure of the Engineer’s Thumb by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
The Adventure of the Engineer’s Thumb by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle Of all the problems which have been submitted to my friend, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, for solution during the years of our intimacy, there were only two which I was the means of introducing to his notice—that of Mr. Hatherley’s thumb, and that of Colonel…
MR. LITTLE SELECTS THE THANKSGIVING TURKEY Mary E. Wilkins
“I should think that was queer, the day before Thanksgivin’,” said Mrs. Little. She was examining the turkey critically. “I guess it’ll do,” she declared finally.
MY RED CAP by Louisa M. Alcott
MY RED CAP by Louisa M. Alcott “He who serves well need not fear to ask his wages.” I It was under a blue cap that I first saw the honest face of Joe Collins. In the third year of the late war a Maine regiment was passing through Boston, on its way to Washington….
Difficult People by Anton Chekhov
YEVGRAF IVANOVITCH SHIRYAEV, a small farmer, whose father, a parish priest, now deceased, had received a gift of three hundred acres