It was Paul's afternoon to appear before the faculty of the Pittsburg High School to account for his various misdemeanors.

She was one of those pretty and charming girls born, as if by an error of fate, into a family of clerks…

“HALLOA! Below there!” When he heard a voice thus calling to him, he was standing at the door of his box, with a flag in his hand, furled round its short pole…

IN COMPLIANCE WITH the request of a friend of mine, who wrote me from the East, I called on good-natured, garrulous old Simon Wheeler, and…