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Category： Author：Gould, Nat
Lessons were over for the day, and the boys at Redbank School came running with shouts and whoops of joy into the playing-fields. They were like young colts freed from restraint for a few hours, and eager to make the most of their liberty.
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Category： Author：Johanna Spyri
Toni, the central figure, is a little goat-herder who longs to develop his gift of wood carving. Little Toni and his mother live in a mountain hut in the Swiss alps. Toni wants to become a woodcarver, and he seems to have a knack for it, but his mother can’t afford to pay for his training. Instead, he is sent high up the mountain to te...
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Category： Author：Fergus Hume
The train to Crumel was late. Due at four o'clock, it failed to reach its destination, until ten minutes past the hour. This was not the fault of the branch-line authorities.
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Category： Author：Lucy Maud Montgomery
I do like a road, because you can be always wondering what is at the end of it. The Story Girl said that once upon a time. Felix and I, on the May morning when we left Toronto for Prince Edward Island, had not then heard her say it, and, indeed, were but barely aware of the existence of such a person as the Story Girl. We did not know...
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Category： Author：novel
"She very probably will miss her train, we will miss her at the station, she will take a ride up with old Bill Mason, stay talking to him until dinner is too cold to wait any longer; then—then—well, she may steal in through a window and give you a midnight scare, just for a joke. That's my recollection of Miss Tavia."
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Category： Author：Elizabeth G. Young
Now that the train had crossed the Rocky Mountains, most of the passengers in the tourist car were becoming bored and restless. The scenery was less absorbing; there was so much of it that even its magnificence had begun to pall!
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Category： Author：Anne Pence Davis
For the first time in ever so long Mimi was rude! She shoved, pushed, crowded, stepped on other passengers’ toes, jabbed them with her elbows. She forgot that every other camper on the train was as eager to be at home as she.
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Category： Author：Joseph A. Altsheler
The horseman rode slowly toward the west, stopping once or twice to examine the wide circle of the horizon with eyes that were trained to note every aspect of the wilderness. On his right the plains melted away in gentle swell after swell, until they met the horizon. Their brown surface was broken only by the spiked and thorny ca...
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Category： Author：Joseph A. Altsheler
A train of wagons and men wound slowly over the hills in the darkness and rain toward the South. In the wagons lay fourteen or fifteen thousand wounded soldiers, but they made little noise, as the wheels sank suddenly in the mud or bumped over stones. Although the vast majority of them were young, boys or not much more, they had ...
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