"Christmas won't be Christmas without any presents," grumbled Jo,
lying on the rug.

"Christmas won't be Christmas without any presents," grumbled Jo,
lying on the rug.

At about six in the morning of July 3, 1860, while I was watering
my petunias, and thinking of read more

At about six in the morning of July 3, 1860, while I was watering
my petunias, and thinking of nothing in particular, I perceived
coming towards me, a tall, beardless, fair-haired young fellow,
wearing a German cap and gold-rimmed spectacles.

It was a cold winter Sunday afternoon.

It was a cold winter Sunday afternoon.

To stretch his legs between consultations, Maclean escorted his
last patient to Baker Street station.

To stretch his legs between consultations, Maclean escorted his
last patient to Baker Street station.

For reasons which many persons thought ridiculous, Mrs. Lightfoot
Lee decided to pass the winter in Washington.

For reasons which many persons thought ridiculous, Mrs. Lightfoot
Lee decided to pass the winter in Washington.

Baseball is a game between two teams of nine players each, under
direction of a manager, played on an read more

Baseball is a game between two teams of nine players each, under
direction of a manager, played on an enclosed field in accordance
with these rules, under jurisdiction of one or more umpires.

Early one morning I, Vadim Maslennikov, set off for school (I was
going on seventeen at the time) having read more

Early one morning I, Vadim Maslennikov, set off for school (I was
going on seventeen at the time) having forgotten the envelope
with the first-semester fees Mother had left me in the dining
room the day before.

Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of
the Western Spiral arm of the Galaxy lies read more

Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of
the Western Spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded
yellow sun.

The new church of St. John's, on Fifth Avenue, was thronged the
morning of the last Sunday of October, read more

The new church of St. John's, on Fifth Avenue, was thronged the
morning of the last Sunday of October, in the year 1880. Sitting
in the gallery, beneath the unfinished frescoes, and looking down
the nave, one caught an effect of autumn gardens, a suggestion of
chrysanthemums and geraniums, or of October woods, dashed with
scarlet oaks and yellow maples.