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The Railway Children
by Edith Nesbit
The beginning of things - They were not railway children at the beginning...
Little Women
by Louisa May Alcott
"CHRISTMAS won't be Christmas without any presents," grumbled Jo, lying on the rug.
The Wind in the Willows
by Kenneth Grahame
The Mole had been working very hard all the morning, spring cleaning his little home.
The Sea-Wolf
by Jack London
I SCARCELY know where to begin, though I sometimes facetiously place the cause of it all to Charley Furuseth's credit.
Persuasion
by Jane Austen
THE following pages are the production of a pen which has already contributed in no small degree to the entertainment of...
The Sea Fairies
by L. Frank Baum
"Nobody," said Cap'n Bill solemnly, "ever sawr a mermaid an' lived to tell the tale."
The Scarlet Letter
by Nathaniel Hawthorne
A THRONG of bearded men, in sad-colored garments and gray, steeple-crowned hats intermixed with women, some wearing hood...
Anatomy
by Henry Gray F.R.S., Henry Vandyke Carter
THE entire skeleton in the adult consists of 200 distinct bones.
A Little Princess
by Frances Hodgson Burnett
Once on a dark winter's day, when the yellow fog hung so thick and heavy in the streets of London that the lamps were li...
Five Children and It
by Edith Nesbit
The house was three miles from the station, but before the dusty hired fly had rattled along for five minutes the childr...
Just So Stories
by Rudyard Kipling
IN THE sea, once upon a time, O my Best Beloved, there was a Whale, and he ate fishes.
Great Expectations
by Charles Dickens
MY FATHER'S FAMILY NAME being Pirrip, and my Christian name Philip, my infant tongue could make of both names nothing lo...
Frankenstein or The Modern Prometheus
by Mary Shelley
In the introduction to the 1831 edition of Frankenstein, Mary Shelley presents herself as "the daughter of two persons o...
Oliver Twist
by Charles Dickens
Among other public buildings in a certain town which for many reasons it will be prudent to refrain from mentioning, and...
Shirley
by Charlotte Brontë
Of late years an abundant shower of curates has fallen upon the north of England: they lie very thick on the hills; ever...