Children Books
A Merry Scout
He didn’t belong to any patrol—he wasn’t a real scout at all, but it wasn’t Davy’s fault. He was only nine and a half, you see, and that meant two years and six months of waiting—oh, such long waiting it seemed to Davy—before he could wear the coveted arrow-head badge of the...
The Little Fig-tree Stories
There is a garden on a hill slope between the snows of the Sierra Nevada and the warm, rich valleys of the coast. It IS in that region Of Northern California where the pine belt and the fruit belt interlace. Both pine and fruit trees grow in that mountain garden, and there, in the new moon of...