The Paternoster Press

It was evening in the room of a famous poet and everyone was watching the poet's inkwell, standing there on the desk.Someone said, "Isn't it just wonderful, all the things that can come out of that inkwell! I wonder what he will come up with next? It is truly wonderful!"

The mayor was standing by the open window. He wore a starched shirt, a brooch on his shirt frill, and was exceptionally well shaven. This was all his own doing. He had cut himself a little in the process, but this was now covered by a piece of newspaper."Come here, boy!" he called.The boy was none...

There once was an old estate owned by a noble young squire and his wife. Riches and blessings they had, pleasure they wanted, and they did many good deeds. They wanted to make everyone as happy as they themselves were.