Little Grandmother

ut of the ground. Mary, Moses, and the twins attended a private school, on the other si

st in one of the holes," said Moses

of it some blackened cobs which had been used for s

s?" asked Moses, while Patty caugh

a hole, mamma! May

an; "making pearlash water. I shall soak them a while, and then pour

yman send to the store and buy soda? Because

e her stay at home this week. Rachel is weaving, Dorcas is spinning, and t

rial to everybody. Dorcas tied her hood, pinned her yellow blanket over her little shoulders, kis

n Saturday, and as the children were

ow getting ahead. Patt

are so small," sai

ned George; whereupon Silas laughed; for whatever either of

"Moses and I have got as much as we can do to

it was a deep, sullen roar, heard above the wail of the wind like the boom of Niagara

and, indeed, to the grown folks too,-in the going out of the ice

iolets, and tumbled and crowded one another like an immense company of living things. The tide was sending them in between great heaps of logs, and the logs were trying to crush them to pieces, while they themselves ru

little Patty, falling face

picking her up, and partially cleansing

the door of his small house with both arms above his head. "Childr

s going off!" cried the

nt sight. The ice might be glorious in its bea

e their father's house in the distance; but how and when were

inging her hands; "'twill be days and days

oaned Moses; "we can't

ho remembered the brick-red Indian pud

ren; go ahead," said Dr

ing up against the piers! Hear what a thunder they make! And the logs swimming down in booms! You ste

ollecting on the bank w

dren," said one of the men. "How did

tood dumb an

lively?" said Dr. Hilton,

en," cried Mr. Chase and Dr

the twins. Brave as they both thought the

the other end of the bridge as

ome! George! Sila

uire Lyma

" cried Mary, runn

, neighbor Lyman," scr

e is time," answered

ed back again, "Yes,

what to do. "He knows," thought she. "W

stant Moses hesitated, then followed with Patty; and

amed Squire Lyman. "

both banks; but Mr. Griggs's tong

the rest could run. It seemed as if the mud on the child's shoes had turned to lead. She hung, crying and struggling,

tched them back from their doom. Every looker-on was anxious; yet all the anxiety of the multitude could not equal the agonizing suspense in that one father'

as he had expected. Every moment seemed an

he bridge was crossed,

shout; but Squire Lyman could not speak. He seized Dr. Potte

arcely beat any faster than usual, in spite of all

ght Squire Lyman to himself, and he hugged the silly

tough one, I tel

you knew how we trembled! Wit

though my father knew more than the toll-gatherer, and all the ot

," said Squire Lyma

sed his eyes and shuddered. Of course no one could help thinking what might have happened if the children had been a little later; and every

wn in her father, when he asked her to cross the bridge, was just the feeling we should have towards our

an that maketh th

y soon; but Mary remembere