Little Grandmother

's little childhood, as nearly as possible in the way

r a red and green patchwork quilt, with her day-cap on. That is, the o

well have talked to the four walls. Not that she was deaf: she had ears enough;

1800,-born in a town we will call Perseverance, among the hills in Maine, in a large, u

ittle Flyaway's great grandmother, la

u haven't the least idea what you are undertaking!-I am going to call this baby Patience," said she to the

one might grow up in the fear of the Lord. She had breathed the same wish over her othe

smoothing baby's dot of a nose; "I guess she's going to take

s remarkably handsome still. "'Favor is deceitful, and beauty i

h was boiling on the coals. Then she poured the gruel into a blue bowl, tasting it to make sure it was salted properly. Mrs. Lyman kept

both asleep, and the nurse had taken out her knittin

ler; "it's my private opinion it's

t was really no particular business of Siller Noonin's who was at the door. Squire Lyman was in the "fore room," and Betsey Gould, "the help," in the kitchen. Siller was not needed to a

aken Mrs. Lyman, she heard Mr. Bosworth talking to S

octors couldn't do nothi

ried Siller, droppin

ngton," replied th

s rushing into the house. "General Washington! When did he die? and what was the matter

last month, of something like the croup, as

sorrowfully, and put anoth

"will you have the goo

re it is a Wednesday. Where was I a Saturday night a fortnight ago? O, a settin' up with old Mrs. Gould, and little did I think-Why, I never was so beat!

r. Bosworth stamped his snowy boots on the husk mat, and was just taking out his silk handkerchief, when

ill? I don't know as you know we'

nkle of the tea-bell-Mrs. Lyman's bell-a

. Lyman, "and what did I hear y

lady's mild, blue eyes,

"I hadn't been gone more'n a minute; but folks does g

nurse's red eyelids; "you mean well, but the plain truth is always safest.

come to the sick woman's ears; for every man, woman, and child in the United S

of the window upon the white fields and the bare trees, ti

it feels bad. Open its eyes and look around. See, Pinky Posy, this is a free country now, and has been for over twenty years; but it's my privat

world won't stop because one man is

United States is going to hold to

great deal better place to live in than ever you

ark my words," it was as good as Elder Lovejoy's amen at the end of a sermon. Priscilla wiped her eye

but you'll see great times, after

p quite peacefully, though without

uld have screamed with astonishment if any one had told her that Miss Patience would some time go whizzing through the country without horses, and with nothing to draw the carriage but a puff of smoke! Or that Miss Pati

it was time to set the heel in her stocking. And before she had counted off the stitches, th

a fit of indignation almost put her eyes out with his little

lf; and as "um naughty sing" did not seem to

up; for another baby came to the house, and wanted that same red cradle. It was a boy, and his name was Solomon. And after that there was another boy by the name of Benjamin; and Benjamin was the only one w

ool into blankets and gowns, and there was generally only one girl in the kitchen to help to do all the work. Her name was Betsey Gould, and she was strong and willing; and Rachel and Dorcas each did her share, and so di

y did not always look as tidy or talk as correctly as you do, my dears. You must not expect too much of little folks who l

Patty, for short (though Patty is really the pet name for Martha instead of Patience), and she was, as nearly as I can find o

aps you would like to go to school with her a day or