Ernest Hemingway

He was still sleeping on his face and the boy was sitting by him watching him. The old man was dreaming about the lions..

William Sydney Porter

Promptly at the beginning of twilight, came again to that quiet corner of that quiet, small park the girl in grey..

William Sydney Porter.

– You are a blamed impudent little gutter pup, – said the caliph.

William Sydney Porter

There had to be a king and queen, of course. The king was a terrible..