Diana's Short Stories

At the other end of the aerial tunnel, they could see the grave and wooden headpiece that bore the name of the unhappy President Miraflores. From this window, when the rains forbade the open, and from the green and shady slopes of Goodwin's fruitful lands when the skies were smiling, his wife was wont to look upon that grave with a gentle sadness, that was now scarcely a mar to her happiness.

 

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“How dared you think that your mind held greater wisdom than the minds of your brothers? And if the Councils had decreed that you should be a Street Sweeper, how dared you think that you could be of greater use to men than in sweeping the streets?”

 

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"They are good children," she often said to herself, "if they are Black Spanish. They might be just as mischievous if they were speckled; still, I do wish that those stylish looking, white eared Black Spanish Hens would raise their own broods. I don't like to be hatch mother to other Hens' chickens." Then she would slide her eyelids over her eyes, and doze off, and dream that they were all speckled like herself.

 

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The little old lady put her haloed head into the room. "Now, now, Barbara," she said. "Don't you go spoiling things. Just let these nice men take me away, and everything will be fine, believe me. Besides, I've been outside more often than you imagine." "Outside?" Barbara said."Of course," the little old lady said. "In other people's minds. Even yours. I remember that nice young man ... what was his name?"

 

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“I know. You’re hockey captain. I suppose it’s hard to learn that game, isn’t it?” Toby turned the light out under the burner, and seated himself on the edge of the bed. “Hockey?” asked Orson Crowell. “N-no, I don’t think so. Of course a fellow’s got to know how to skate a bit, and not mind being roughed, you know. The rest comes with practice. 

 

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Débris from battle made Claire realize that her swastikaed leader had been stuck and instantly her own car was stuck. She had to put the car at that hole. It dropped, far down, and it stayed down. The engine stalled. She started it, but the back wheels spun merrily round and round, without traction. She did not make one inch. When she again killed the blatting motor, she let it stay dead.

 

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"I don’t want to frighten you but, because of the great importance of their work, and so they will realize to the full just how important it is, there is talk of having each parachute rigger make at least one parachute landing.” But don’t let that worry you,” Belle hastened to add. “You may never be asked to jump. ‘Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.’

 

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Adriana had less taste than the others for this game, it required too much precision; and, at the same time, a degree of strength above her age. Ernestina, Valeria, and the rest of the eldest girls, received a present of a set of nine pins, of a different sort from those we have been speaking of and composed the game called Siam. 

 

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At the dinner party, he took notice of the waiters who are mostly German. The waiters were the only people who were noticeably different, but the food and atmosphere were just as good. He was not impressed with the crowd but understood that it is just a hotel restaurant.

 

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The Hyades are a famous star cluster in the constellation Taurus, and there are plenty of interesting objects to look at and be seen. One noteworthy object is Aldebaran, which is notable for one thing: its spectrum. Aldebaran is a red star, and it has been studied closely by Messers. Huggins and Miller.

 

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