Christmas Day by Clement Clarke Moore
“Boys,” said Mrs. Howard one morning, looking up from a letter she was reading, “I have had a letter from your grandmamma. She writes that she is returning to England shortly.” The …
“Boys,” said Mrs. Howard one morning, looking up from a letter she was reading, “I have had a letter from your grandmamma. She writes that she is returning to England shortly.” The …
At a rich merchant’s house there was a children’s party, and the children of rich and great people were there. The merchant was a learned man, for his father had sent him …
Cadmus, Phoenix, and Cilix, the three sons of King Agenor, were playing near the seashore in their father’s kingdom of Phoenicia, and their little sister Europa was beside them. They had wandered …
Near the grass-covered rampart which encircles Copenhagen lies a great red house. Balsams and other flowers greet us from the long rows of windows in the house, whose interior is sufficiently poverty-stricken; …
Once upon a time there was an old wife who sat and baked. Now you must know that this old wife had a little son, who was so plump and fat, and …
Once upon a time there was a man who had three sons, Peter, Paul, and John. John was Boots, of course, because he was the youngest. I can’t say the man had …