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Kate Chopin Mme. Adrienne Farival never announced her coming; but the good nuns knew very well when to look for her. When the scent of the lilac blossoms began to permeate the air, Sister Agathe would turn many times during the day to the window; upon her face the happy, beatific expression with which pure…

Maman-Nainaine said that when the figs were ripe Babette might go to visit her cousins down on Bayou-Boeuf, where the sugar cane grows. Not that the ripening of figs had the least thing to do with it, but that is the way Maman-Nainaine was. It seemed to Babette a very long time to wait; for…

Lucy Maud Montgomery Jerome Irving had been courting Anne Stockard for fifteen years. He had begun when she was twenty and he was twenty-five, and now that Jerome was forty, and Anne, in a village where everybody knew everybody else’s age, had to own to being thirty-five, the courtship did not seem any nearer a…

Lucy Maud Montgomery “Tomorrow is Christmas,” announced Teddy Grant exultantly, as he sat on the floor struggling manfully with a refractory bootlace that was knotted and tagless and stubbornly refused to go into the eyelets of Teddy’s patched boots. “Ain’t I glad, though. Hurrah!” His mother was washing the breakfast dishes in a dreary, listless…

Lucy Maud Montgomery You would have me tell you the story, Grandchild? ‘Tis a sad one and best forgotten—few remember it now. There are always sad and dark stories in old families such as ours. Yet I have promised and must keep my word. So sit down here at my feet and rest your bright…

Lucy Maud Montgomery Andrew was a terrible set man. When he put his foot down, something always squashed—and stayed squashed. In this particular instance, it was poor Amy’s love affair. “No, my daughter,” he said solemnly (the deacon always spoke solemnly and called Amy “my daughter” when he was going to be contrary), “I—ah, shall…

Lucy Maud Montgomery “Will you go to the Cove with me this afternoon?” It was Marian Lesley who asked the question. Esterbrook Elliott unpinned with a masterful touch the delicate cluster of Noisette rosebuds she wore at her throat and transferred them to his buttonhole as he answered courteously: “Certainly. My time, as you know,…

Lucy Maud Montgomery It was the forenoon of a hazy, breathless day, and Dan Phillips was trouting up one of the back creeks of the Carleton pond. It was somewhat cooler up the creek than out on the main body of water, for the tall birches and willows, crowding down to the brim, threw cool,…

Sherwood Anderson I She was an old woman and lived on a farm near the town in which I lived. All country and small-town people have seen such old women, but no one knows much about them. Such an old woman comes into town driving an old worn-out horse or she comes afoot carrying a…

Sherwood Anderson Mary Cochran went out of the rooms where she lived with her father, Doctor Lester Cochran, at seven o’clock on a Sunday evening. It was June of the year nineteen hundred and eight and Mary was eighteen years old. She walked along Tremont to Main Street and across the railroad tracks to Upper…