Kate Douglas: 252 books

When a child has once read of Prince Agib, of Gulnare or Periezade, Sinbad or Codadad, in this or any other volume of its kind, the magic will have been instilled into the blood, for the Oriental flavour in the Arab tales is like nothing so much as magic. True enough they are a vast storehouse of...

Eleven-year-old Rebecca Randall is quite a handful—and now she’s leaving her beloved Sunnybrook Farm to live with her well-to-do elderly aunts and get an education. But they were expecting Rebecca’s quiet, hard-working older sister instead. Can the bright-eyed and talkative girl win them over…especially...

This book is a charming story about a mother and her children. Mrs. Carey refers to her children as her chickens, thus the title. Mrs. Carey is a great mother who cares about her children and their friends. This story is about their adventures as a family. The Carey family learn to love and support...

To a certain handful of dear New England women of names unknown to the world, dwelling in a certain quiet village, alike unknown:—

Aunt Celia went up behind him, and, Van Tyck though she is, she could not restrain her admiration of his work. I was surprised myself: I didn't suppose so good looking a youth could do such good work. I retired to a safe distance, and they chatted together. He offered her the sketch; she refused to...

pubOne.info thank you for your continued support and wish to present you this new edition. It was not long after sunrise, and Stephen Waterman, fresh from his dip in the river, had scrambled up the hillside from the hut in the alder-bushes where he had made his morning toilet.

Eden Place was a short street running at right angles with Eden Square, a most unattractive and infertile triangle of ground in a most unattractive but respectable quarter of a large city. It was called a square, not so much, probably, because it was triangular in shape, as because it was hardly large...

I Miss Miranda Sawyer's old-fashioned garden was the pleasantest spot in Riverboro on a sunny July morning. The rich color of the brick house gleamed and glowed through the shade of the elms and maples. Luxuriant hop-vines clambered up the lightning rods and water spouts, hanging their delicate clusters...

Mother Ann's Children A Son of Adam Divers Doctrines Louisa's Mind The Little Quail Bird Susanna speaks in Meeting "The Lower Plane" Concerning Backsliders Love Manifold Brother and Sister "The Open Door" The Hills of Home