A Little Tour in France Henry James
A Small Boy and Others " "
Portraits of Places " "
Travels with a Donkey R.L.  Stevenson
An Inland Voyage " "
Along French Byways Clifton Johnson
Seeing France with Uncle John Anne Warner
The Story of France Mary Macgregor
The Reds of the Midi Felix Gras
A Wanderer in Paris E.V.  Lucas
An American in Europe (poem) Henry Van Dyke
Home Thoughts from Abroad Robert Browning
In and Out of Three Normandy Inns Anna Bowman Dodd
Cathedral Days " " "
From Ponkapog to Pesth T.B.  Aldrich
Our Hundred Days in Europe O.W.  Holmes
One Year Abroad Blanche Willis Howard
Well-worn Roads F.H.  Smith
Gondola Days " "
Saunterings C.D.  Warner
By Oak and Thorn Alice Brown
Fresh Fields John Burroughs
Our Old Home Nathaniel Hawthorne
Penelope’s Progress Kate Douglas Wiggin
Penelope’s Experiences " " "
A Cathedral Courtship " " "
Ten Days in Spain Kate Fields
Russian Rambles Isabel F. Hapgood

For biography and criticism of Mr. James, see:  American Writers of To-day, pp. 68-86, H.C.  Vedder; American Prose Masters, pp. 337-400, W.C.  Brownell; and (for the teacher), Century, 84:108 (Portrait) and 87:150 (Portrait); Scribners, 48:670 (Portrait); Chautauquan, 64:146 (Portrait).

THE YOUNGEST SON OF HIS FATHER’S HOUSE

ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH

    The eldest son of his father’s house,
    His was the right to have and hold;
    He took the chair before the hearth,
    And he was master of all the gold.

    The second son of his father’s house,
    He took the wheatfields broad and fair,
    He took the meadows beside the brook,
    And the white flocks that pastured there.

“Pipe high—­pipe low!  Along the way From dawn till eve I needs must sing!  Who has a song throughout the day, He has no need of anything!”

    The youngest son of his father’s house
    Had neither gold nor flocks for meed. 
    He went to the brook at break of day,
    And made a pipe out of a reed.

“Pipe high—­pipe low!  Each wind that blows Is comrade to my wandering.  Who has a song wherever he goes, He has no need of anything!”

    His brother’s wife threw open the door. 
    “Piper, come in for a while,” she said. 
    “Thou shalt sit at my hearth since thou art so poor
    And thou shalt give me a song instead!”