A Little Girl in Old New York

washed her hands and her face, that was quite rosy now, and followed. How delicious it all looked! White bread

r, and Margaret on the boys' side, to help

erhill was so easy that some one had to uphold the family dignity. She complained that 'Mil

aret and her mother packed up the dishes in a big basket, and the

nd it was rare fun sometimes. The little girl had been out of the Baker class a long while. They call it that because the first column began with that easy word. She was very proud of having gone in the larger clas

s round and

nging in

for she thought he knew everything. He said he be

e good Lord He knows His business better'n dat. Jes don't mind any sech foolin', honey! Its clear agin de

Scott sat out under the old apple-tree smoking their pipes and talking politics. One was a Whig and the other a Democrat

ed" her up to his side. She told him she had gone up three in saying seven times in the multiplication table, and four in spelling "tetrarch." Then when Charley Banks was reading he said "condig-en" and the class laughed. She also told him she h

e window knitting in the twilight, said

this mandate two of three

aughed a little. Then he sai

hem. They're so c

eather cloaks on before col

ed! I don't see why you want to k

issed softly. It was beginning to grow dusky. The peeps and crickets and katyd

shed brass candlesticks. One stood on the hall table, one on the stand in the middle of the room. Mrs. Underhill had knit past the seam in her stocking and pulled out

d it in curious awe, associating it with the story of Jonah. Mrs. Underhill despised the "ill-smelling stuff" and would not have it in the house. Sh

up to Margaret's room. There were four large chambers on the second floor and a spacious clothes-room with a closet f

found some good reason for going up-stairs. On cool nights she was afraid

anket this hot night, Hannah Ann! Chi

girl raised up and held out her arms, and her mother

;" quite as if she was in the habit of being bad

f to the woods and swung in the wild grape-vines. Sometimes they walked out on the end of a wide-spreading branch, holding to the one above, and when they began to "teeter" too much they gave a spring and came down on the sof

ere taken in the covered wagon. They studied with a will, just

th a rose in her hand, though Margaret had quite a trouble to find one for her. Roses didn't bloom all the year round as they do now. When

country, they get related to almost everybody. And though Aunt Becky Odell was a second cousin of her mother's, she was aunt to the little girl

ed edge that her mother had worn twenty years and more ago. Then she took the little gir

e?" cried Polly Odell. "The stores are so beautifu

s, you know you was," said her sist

tairs, nor touch a book, and makes you get up at five in the morning when you're so sleepy. She wanted me to stay 'cause she said 'I was handy to wait on her.' And it wasn't truly New York but way up by the East River. I wouldn't h

ant to go. But you

nd to-morrow Uncle 'Milyer's going to take us out riding. He said so. Oh, Hanne

ooked at her

ust at

t to for a doll

er really reached the height of a dispute. Margaret came to hunt them up presently

est old blue china was out, the loaf sugar, and the sugar-tongs that the little girl watc

orch. They were so quiet and kept so tidy that Mrs. Underhill gave them a lump of sugar in

sold his farm, stock, and crops, and was to give possession in September. Then they would v

the house," declared Cousin Ode

een offered to me first. I dare say we could put on an addition and live together without quarrellin', but the boys want to go to New York, and they couldn't

this one," said Mrs

f changes," declared

she went soundly asleep. Janey Odell leaned against the por

ldren ought to be in be

nderly as he laid her on the bed. Her mother undressed her and pa

oftly, wonderingly, "do y

nd there was a muffled sound in her voice

e her new house built if they didn't take root in New York. Were not her chi

Euphemia, wanted to go to White Plains to visit a while with Aunt Ann and David, and Cousin Joanna would stay a few days longer and go to New York

nd one daughter were married, and one son and daughter were still at home. Aunt Eunice was a very placid, sweet body, and still clu

ce drives, and one day they took Cousin Morgan home and stayed to dinner. There were three single women living together in a queer rambling house that had been added to, and raised in places. Mr. Erastus Morgan and his wife lived in Paris

d about Tarrytown, and many others in the Sleepy Hollow graveyard. The very next day the little girl began to read the history, for she wanted to know about New York

ything packed. The children started for school as usual. Then Mrs. Underhill went down to the city and stayed a fortnight and came home looking worn and worried. The imp

ttle girl was amazed to learn that. She was tall and thin and wore a black lace sort of cap to cover the bald spot on her head. Then she had a false front of dark hair. Her own was very thin and w

as coming on in the spring when they would be married, and he expected "to help Pop farm. Pop was pretty well broken down with hard work, and h

. And just before Christmas, with all the rest of the work, the little girl's quilt was put in. Some of

et curled her hair. Everybody praised her and she felt very happy. Some of the young men came in while they were taking the quilt out of the frame, and oh, what a tussle there was! The girl who could wrap herself first in it was to b

young men rolled Margaret and several of the other gir

er shook it ou

h Ann, you have a good beginning. Not every little girl can show such

elped, gra

pair of wool blankets I'm saving up for you that I spun mysel

n the hall; one was Cato, Aunt Mary's grandson, a stylish yo

anced with her. Her father thought her the very prettiest

rning. "I never did have such a good time in my life. I do

he society people had come up from the Bowling Green and the Battery, though there were still some beautiful old houses that business people clung to because they wanted to be near to everything. Harlem and Yorkville were considered country. Up on the east side as far as Eightieth or Ninetieth Street there

treet. Rows of houses were being put up on the new streets, though down-town people rather scof

pretty and refined then, from Avenue A out to the Bowery. They were in a row of nice brick houses, quite near First Avenue, on the lower side of the street. Opposite it was well built for quite a space, and then came the crowning glory of the block. About a dozen houses stood thirty or so feet back from the street a

d married, settled in their own homes, she and 'Milyer would go back to Yonkers on their part of the farm and have a nice big house for their old ag

a long ell-room, rather narrow, so that it would not darken the back room too much. Up-stairs there were three large chambers and one s

whose husband had deserted her, and who was looking for a good home. Mary thought she would stay a whi

thinking of the number or you might get into the neighbor's house. Oh, no. Here was a sure sign, the bright silver door-plate with black lettering-"Vermilye F. Underhill." She looked at it in amazement. It made her father suddenly grand in her estimation. C

d capes of black silk. They looked up at her. She was going to smile down to them in the innocent belief t

to her shoe-tops like an old woman's and that sun-bonn