Sstories

In Moulmein, in Lower Burma, I was hated by large numbers of people — the only time in my life that I have been important enough for this…

WHATEVER hour you woke there was a door shunting. From room to room they went, hand in hand, lifting here, opening there, making sure — a…

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It was beneath the immaculate blue of a morning in April that I set out to keep my appointment with Guenevere. We had agreed to meet on…

Mike Flannery, the Westcote agent of the Interurban Express Company, leaned over the counter of the express office and shook his fist. Mr…

Once upon a time there were four little Rabbits, and their names were — Flopsy, Mopsy, Cotton-tail, and Peter.