THE RIGHT PROMETHEAN FIRE by George Madden Martin
THE LAND OF HEART'S DESIRE by Myra Kelly
THE TENOR by H. C. Bunner
THE PASSING OF PRISCILLA WINTHROP by William Allen White
THE GIFT OF THE MAGI by O. Henry
THE GOLD BRICK by Brand Whitlock
HIS MOTHER'S SON by Edna Ferber
BITTER-SWEET by Fannie Hurst
THE RIVERMAN by Stewart Edward White
FLINT AND FIRE by Dorothy Canfield HOW "FLINT AND FIRE" STARTED AND GREW by Dorothy Canfield
THE ORDEAL AT MT. HOPE by Paul Laurence Dunbar
ISRAEL DRAKE by Katherine Mayo
THE STRUGGLES AND TRIUMPH OF ISIDRO DE LOS MAESTROS by James M. Hopper
THE CITIZEN by James F. Dwyer
y said, "Two and one are three, two and two are four."
Emmy Lou wondered, four what? Which put her behind, so that when she began again they were saying, "two and four are six." So now she knew. Four is six. But what is six? Emmy Lou did not know.
When she came back to her desk the pencil was there. The fine, new, long slate-pencil encased in gold paper. And the little boy was gone. He belonged to the first section, and the first section was now on the bench. Emmy Lou leaned across and put the pencil back on the little boy's desk.
Then she prepared herself to copy digits with her stump of a pencil. Emmy Lou's were always stumps. Her pencil had a way of rolling off her desk while she was gone, and one pencil makes many stumps. The little boy had generally helped her pick them up on her return. But strangely, from this time, her pencils rolled off no more.
But when Emmy Lou took up her slate there was a whole side filled with digits in soldierly rows across, so her heart grew light a