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Kate Wiggin

The Girl and the KingdomKate Douglas Smith Wiggin The Girl and the Kingdom / Learning to Teach Along, busy street in San Francisco. Innumerable small shops lined it from north to south; horse cars, always crowded with passengers, hurried to and fro; narrow streets intersected the broader one, the...

Penelope's English ExperiencesKate Douglas Wiggin Penelope's English Experiences / Being Extracts from the Commonplace Book of Penelope Hamilton Part First—In Town Chapter I. The weekly bill Smith’s Hotel, 10 Dovermarle Street. Here we are in London again,—Francesca, Salemina, and I. Salemina is ...

Rose o' the RiverKate Douglas Wiggin Rose o' the River THE PINE AND THE ROSE 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.An early ablution of this sort was...

The Romance of a Christmas CardKate Douglas Wiggin The Romance of a Christmas Card I It was Christmas Eve and a Saturday night when Mrs. Larrabee, the Beulah minister's wife, opened the door of the study where her husband was deep in the revision of his next day's sermon, and thrust in her comely...

Rebecca of Sunnybrook FarmKate Douglas Smith Wiggin Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm TO MY MOTHER Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair;Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair;But all things else about her drawnFrom May-time and the cheerful Dawn;A dancing Shape, an Image gay,To haunt, to startle, and way-la...

Children's Rights: A Book of Nursery LogicKate Douglas Wiggin, Nora Smith Children's Rights: A Book of Nursery Logic PREFATORY NOTE I am indebted to the Editors of Scribner's Magazine, the Cosmopolitan, and Babyhood, for permission to reprint the three essays which have appeared in their pages. T...

The Village Watch-TowerKate Douglas Wiggin The Village Watch-Tower THE VILLAGE WATCH-TOWER Dear old apple-tree, under whose gnarled branches these stories were written, to you I dedicate the book. My head was so close to you, who can tell from whence the thoughts came? I only know that when all t...

Mother Carey's ChickensKate Douglas Smith Wiggin Mother Carey's Chickens I MOTHER CAREY HERSELF "By and by there came along a flock of petrels, who are Mother Carey's own chickens…. They flitted along like a flock of swallows, hopping and skipping from wave to wave, lifting their little feet behi...

Polly Oliver's ProblemKate Douglas Smith Wiggin Polly Oliver's Problem Portrait of Mrs. WigginKATE DOUGLAS WIGGIN It is an advantage for an author to have known many places and different sorts of people, though the most vivid impressions are commonly those received in childhood and youth. Mrs. Wi...

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