CONTENTS
| PAGE | |
| The Golden Windmill | [3] |
| A Source of Irritation | [35] |
| The Brothers | [59] |
| “Old Iron” | [79] |
| Little White Frock | [109] |
| A Good Action | [137] |
| Them Others | [169] |
| The Bent Tree | [199] |
| The Great Unimpressionable | [213] |
THE GOLDEN WINDMILL
THE GOLDEN WINDMILL
At the top of the hill the party halted. It had been a long trek up and the sun was hot. Monsieur Roget fanned himself with his hat, and his eye alighted on a large pile of cut fern-leaves.
“But this will suit me admirably!” he remarked, and he plumped his squat little figure down, and taking out his large English pipe he began to stuff tobacco into it.
“My little one,” said his stout wife, “I should not advise you to go to sleep. You know that to do so in the afternoon always gives you an indisposition.”