There were other things in the stocking, nuts and oranges and a toy engine, and chocolate almonds and a clockwork mouse, but the Rabbit was quite the best of all.
A shoemaker, by no fault of his own, had become so poor that at last he had nothing left but leather for one pair of shoes.
Running for Governor 竞选州长 马克·吐温
News of the Engagement 订婚的消息 阿诺德·本涅特
A Day’s Wait 一整天的等待 欧内斯特·海明威
There is one day that is ours. There is one day when all we Americans who are not self-made go back to the old home to eat saleratus biscuits and marvel how much nearer to the porch the old pump looks than it used to.
Thanksgiving was impending in the village of Mapleton on the 20th of November, 1825.
At other times of the year we sometimes murmured at these labours, but those that were supposed to usher in the great Thanksgiving festival were always entered into with enthusiasm.
The papa had told the story so often that the children knew just exactly what to expect the moment he began.
The old woman beat fiercely on the cake. She used her hand instead of a spoon, and she held the yellow mixing-bowl poised on her hip under her arm.
All the relations in the neighborhood had come to dinner, and then gone back to their own houses, but some of the relations had come from a distance, and these had to stay all night at the grandfather’s.
ALL through the first summer and the early part of autumn the Pilgrims were busy and happy.
SUBMIT THOMPSON sat on the stone wall; Sarah Adams, an erect, prim little figure, ankle-deep in dry grass, stood beside it, holding Thankful.