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The Hare And The Tortoise The Hare And The Tortoise

The Hare And The Tortoise
Tramp, tramp, tramp! that was the boys going down stairs in a hurry. Bump, bump! that was the bicycle being zigzagged through the hall. Bang! that was the front door slamming behind both boys and bicycle, leaving the house quiet for a time, though the sound of voices outside suggested that a lively discussion was going on. The bicycle fever had reached Perryville, and raged all summer. Now the town was very like a once tranquil pool infested with the long-legged water bugs that go skating over its surface in all directions; for wheels of every kind darted to and fro,... Short Stories - Post by : pmkpmk - Date : November 2011 - Author : Louisa May Alcott - Read : 2429

The Cooking Class The Cooking Class

The Cooking Class
A young girl in a little cap and a big apron sat poring over a cook-book, with a face full of the deepest anxiety. She had the kitchen to herself, for mamma was out for the day, cook was off duty, and Edith could mess to her heart's content. She belonged to a cooking-class, the members of which were to have a lunch at two P. M. with the girl next door; and now the all absorbing question was, what to make. Turning the pages of the well-used book, she talked to herself as the various receipts met her eye. "Lobster-salad... Short Stories - Post by : Waunita2 - Date : November 2011 - Author : Louisa May Alcott - Read : 1851

Corny's Catamount Corny's Catamount

Corny's Catamount
Two boys sat on the bars, one whittling, the other whistling,--not for want of thought by any means, for his brow was knit in an anxious frown, and he paused now and then to thump the rail, with an impatient exclamation. The other lad appeared to be absorbed in shaping an arrow from the slender stick in his hand, but he watched his neighbor with a grin, saying a few words occasionally which seemed to add to his irritation, though they were in a sympathizing tone. "Oh, well, if a chap can't do a thing he can't; and he'd better give... Short Stories - Post by : gdnrose - Date : November 2011 - Author : Louisa May Alcott - Read : 2844

Daisy's Jewel-box, And How She Filled It Daisy's Jewel-box, And How She Filled It

Daisy's Jewel-box, And How She Filled It
"Plenty of time for another. Let the little folks go to bed, now they've had their story, and please go on, auntie," cried Min, when all had listened with more interest than they would confess to the children's tale. So the small people trotted off, much against their will, and this most obliging of aunts drew forth another manuscript, saying, as she glanced at several of her elder nieces, brave in the new trinkets Santa Claus had sent them:-- "This is a story with a moral to it, which the girls will understand; the boys can take naps while I read,... Short Stories - Post by : TeamGlobal - Date : November 2011 - Author : Louisa May Alcott - Read : 2282

The Little House In The Garden The Little House In The Garden

The Little House In The Garden
"I think we little ones ought to have a story all to ourselves now," said one of the smaller lads, as they gathered round the fire with unabated interest. "So do I, and I've got a little tale that will just suit you, I fancy. The older boys and girls can go and play games if they don't care to hear," answered Aunt Elinor, producing the well-worn portfolio. "Thanks, we will try a bit, and if it is very namby pamby we can run," said Geoff, catching sight of the name of the first chapter. Aunt Elinor smiled and began to... Short Stories - Post by : AndyTee - Date : November 2011 - Author : Louisa May Alcott - Read : 1587

Jerseys Or The Girls' Ghost Jerseys Or The Girls' Ghost

Jerseys Or The Girls' Ghost
"Well, what do you think of her? She has only been here a day, but it doesn't take us long to make up our minds," said Nelly Blake, the leader of the school, as a party of girls stood chatting round the register one cold November morning. "I like her, she looks so fresh and pleasant, and so strong. I just wanted to go and lean up against her, when my back ached yesterday," answered Maud, a pale girl wrapped in a shawl. "I'm afraid she's very energetic, and I do hate to be hurried," sighed plump Cordelia, lounging in an... Short Stories - Post by : PMA2003 - Date : November 2011 - Author : Louisa May Alcott - Read : 33336

The Banner Of Beaumanior The Banner Of Beaumanior

The Banner Of Beaumanior
Larks were singing in the clear sky over Dinan, the hill-sides were white with hosts of blooming cherry-trees, and the valley golden with willow blossoms. The gray tower of the good Duchess Anne was hung with garlands of ivy and gay with tufts of fragrant wallflowers, and along the fosse the shadows deepened daily as the young leaves thickened on the interlacing branches overhead. Women sang while they beat their clothes by the pool; wooden shoes clattered to and fro as the girls brought water from the fountain in Place St. Louis; men, with their long hair, embroidered jackets, and baggy... Short Stories - Post by : Anndrette - Date : November 2011 - Author : Louisa May Alcott - Read : 2820

Little Things Little Things

Little Things
"That's the sort I like," said Geoff, as the story ended; "Onawandah was a trump, and I'd give a good deal to know such a fellow, and go hunting with him. Got any more like it, aunty?" "Perhaps; but it is the girls' turn now, and here is a quiet little story that teaches the same lesson in a different way. It contains a hint which some of you would better take;" and Aunt Elinor glanced around the circle with a smile that set her hearers on the alert to see who was to be hit. "Hope it isn't very moral,"... Short Stories - Post by : Mike_H - Date : November 2011 - Author : Louisa May Alcott - Read : 1366

Onawandah Onawandah

Onawandah
"What in the world have I chosen?" exclaimed Geoff, as he drew out a manuscript in his turn and read the queer name. "A story that will just suit you, I think. The hero is an Indian, and a brave one, as you will see. I learned the little tale from an old woman who lived in the valley of the Connecticut, which the Indians called the Long River of Pines." With this very short preface, Aunt Elinor began to read, in her best manner, the story of ONAWANDAH. Long ago,--when hostile Indians haunted the great forests, and every settlement had... Short Stories - Post by : reenid - Date : November 2011 - Author : Louisa May Alcott - Read : 2732

Eli's Education Eli's Education

Eli's Education
"My turn now," said Walt, as they assembled again, after a busy day spent in snow-balling, statue-making, and tumbling in the drifts that still continued to rise on all sides. "Here is just the story for you and Geoff. You are getting ready for college, after years of the best schooling, and it will do you good to hear how hard some boys have had to work to get a little learning," said Grandma, glancing at the slip that Walt drew from the basket which Aunt Elinor held out to him, and from which Lotty had drawn the story of "Tabby's... Short Stories - Post by : karenhackman - Date : November 2011 - Author : Louisa May Alcott - Read : 3311

Tabby's Table Cloth Tabby's Table Cloth

Tabby's Table Cloth
The storm kept on all night, and next morning the drifts were higher, the wind stronger, and the snow falling faster than ever. Through the day the children roved about the great house, amusing themselves as best they could; and, when evening came, they gathered around the fire again, eager for the promised story from grandmamma. "I've a little cold," said the old lady, "and am too hoarse for talking, my dears; but Aunt Elinor has looked up a parcel of old tales that I've told her at different times and which she has written down. You will like to hear... Short Stories - Post by : captkirk - Date : November 2011 - Author : Louisa May Alcott - Read : 2613

Grandma's Story Grandma's Story

Grandma's Story
"It is too bad to have our jolly vacation spoiled by this provoking storm. Didn't mind it yesterday, because we could eat all the time; but here we are cooped up for a week, perhaps, and I'd like to know what we are to do," growled Geoff, as he stood at the window looking gloomily at the bleak scene without. It certainly was discouraging; for the north wind howled, the air was dark with falling snow, and drifts were rising over fences, roads, and fields, as if to barricade the Christmas party in the great country house. "We can bear it... Short Stories - Post by : netadventures - Date : November 2011 - Author : Louisa May Alcott - Read : 1992

The Flower's Story The Flower's Story

The Flower's Story
Marion had been ill, and was still so weak that she had to lie on her bed many hours each day trying to sleep and rest. One winter afternoon when the snow fell quietly outside and the room was very still, with Nurse dozing in her chair, the kitten purring on the rug, and nothing new or pretty to look at but a bunch of pansies in a glass beside the bed, Marion said to herself with a sigh,-- "If I only had some one to tell me a story I should be able to get through this long day without... Short Stories - Post by : PaulArne - Date : October 2011 - Author : Louisa May Alcott - Read : 2342

Little Bud Little Bud

Little Bud
"The naughty cuckoo has been here while we were gone, and left this great blue egg among our little white ones," said the linnet to her mate as they came back from their breakfast one day and found the nest full. "It is not a cuckoo's egg, my dear," answered the father bird, shaking his head, "some fairy must have put it here, and we must take care of it or they may be angry and do harm to our little ones by and by. Sit carefully on it, and see what will follow." So Mamma Linnet sat patiently on the... Short Stories - Post by : terirhodes - Date : October 2011 - Author : Louisa May Alcott - Read : 3443

Mermaids Mermaids

Mermaids
"I wish I were a sea-gull or a fish or a mermaid; then I could swim as much as I like, and not have to stay on this stupid dry land all day," said Nelly, as she sat frowning and punching holes in the sand one summer morning, while the waves came murmuring up on the beach, and a fresh wind sang its pleasant song. The little girl loved to bathe so well that she wanted to be in the water all the time, and had been forbidden to go into the sea for a day or two because she had... Short Stories - Post by : mattmcdaniel - Date : October 2011 - Author : Louisa May Alcott - Read : 1477

The Brownie And The Princess The Brownie And The Princess

The Brownie And The Princess
She was not a real Brownie, but a little girl named Betty, who lived with her father in a cottage near a great forest. They were poor; so Betty always wore a brown frock, a big brown hat, and, being out in the sun a great deal, her face was as brown as a berry, though very pretty with its rosy cheeks, dark eyes, and curly hair blowing in the wind. She was a lively little creature, and having no neighbors she made friends with the birds and flowers, rabbits and squirrels, and had fine frolics with them, for they knew... Short Stories - Post by : taxtorpedo - Date : October 2011 - Author : Louisa May Alcott - Read : 2586

Queen Aster Queen Aster

Queen Aster
For many seasons the Golden-rods had reigned over the meadow, and no one thought of choosing a king from any other family, for they were strong and handsome, and loved to rule. But one autumn something happened which caused great excitement among the flowers. It was proposed to have a queen, and such a thing had never been heard of before. It began among the Asters; for some of them grew outside the wall beside the road, and saw and heard what went on in the great world. These sturdy plants told the news to their relations inside; and so the... Short Stories - Post by : snowleprd - Date : October 2011 - Author : Louisa May Alcott - Read : 3785

The Fairy Spring The Fairy Spring

The Fairy Spring
One summer morning a party of little wood-people were talking together about something which interested them very much. The fruit-fairy was eating her breakfast as she swung on a long spray of the raspberry-vines that waved in the wind; a blue-bird was taking his bath in the pool below, looking as if a bit of the sky had fallen into the water as he splashed and shook the drops from his wings; Skip, the squirrel, was resting on the mossy wall, after clearing out his hole of last year's nuts, to be ready for a new supply; Spin, the spider, was... Short Stories - Post by : sunspeks - Date : October 2011 - Author : Louisa May Alcott - Read : 1792

Sunshine, And Her Brothers And Sisters Sunshine, And Her Brothers And Sisters

Sunshine, And Her Brothers And Sisters
Once upon a time there was a very wise old spirit called Mother Nature, who lived in a beautiful place, and had a large family of children, whom she found it rather hard to manage. When they obeyed her, all went well; but when they played pranks or quarrelled, everything was in confusion, and all sorts of trouble came. Sunshine, the eldest girl, was a sweet creature, always good, and a great comfort to her mother at all seasons. So were South and West Winds nice little girls; but Lightning, Thunder's twin sister, was very naughty, and liked to do mischief.... Short Stories - Post by : talk4 - Date : October 2011 - Author : Louisa May Alcott - Read : 2190

Eva's Visit To Fairyland Eva's Visit To Fairyland

Eva's Visit To Fairyland
A little girl lay on the grass down by the brook wondering what the brown water said as it went babbling over the stones. As she listened she heard another kind of music that seemed to come nearer and nearer, till round the corner floated a beautiful boat filled with elves, who danced on the broad green leaves of the lily of the valley, while the white bells of the tall stem that was the mast rung loud and sweet. A flat rock, covered with moss, stood in the middle of the brook, and here the boat was anchored for the... Short Stories - Post by : CLTaylor - Date : October 2011 - Author : Louisa May Alcott - Read : 4806