Katherine Mansfield: A Day in Bed
I wish I had not got a cold,The wind is big and wild,I wish that I was very old,Not just a little child. Somehow the day is very longJust keeping
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Katherine Mansfield: The Wind Blows
SUDDENLY — dreadfully — she wakes up. What has happened? Something dreadful has happened. No — nothing has happened. It is only the wind shaking the house, rattling the windows,
Katherine Mansfield: The Singing Lesson
With despair—cold, sharp despair—buried deep in her heart like a wicked knife, Miss Meadows, in cap and gown and carrying a little baton, trod the cold corridors that led to
Katherine Mansfield: Bliss
Although Bertha Young was thirty she still had moments like this when she wanted to run instead of walk, to take dancing steps on and off the pavement, to bowl
Katherine Mansfield: Poison
The post was very late. When we came back from our walk after lunch it still had not arrived. “Pas encore, Madame,” sang Annette, scurrying back to her cooking. We