Little Grandmother

with girls when he was well. Dorcas was at the little flax-wheel spinning linen, and Patty was in a corner under the eaves, with her rag babies spread out before her,-quite a family of

led and "cupped" Patty's dolls, and gave

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oking up, with his jackknife

ttle witch sometimes when she tan

claimed Patty, "

now what I mean. Betsey Gould's mother puts Bible le

as. "How did Mrs. Gould's

w she does, Dorcas, and lots of other folks do it. What sort of things are witches?

of the people in this little town. Perhaps I

poor little struggling town, shut in among the hills, where the stage came only twice a week, and there were only two news-papers, and not very good schools. The most intelligent families, such a

o ask if Mrs. Lyman had any more knitting for her to do. In the nicely sanded sitting-room, or "fore-room," as most of the people called it, sat Dr. Hilton, leaning back upon the settle, trotting his foot. He called himself a doctor, though I suppose he did not know much more abou

to see," said Dr. Hilton to Priscilla;

r, putting her hand to her side. "I don't feel well right here, and

l of the eye, which almost set Rachel to laughing, "I would advise you, ma'am-ah, to

in Rachel, looking up from her

y it very slowly, so that it would sound like something remarkable, and he did

rage, "if you understand medicine better than I do, miss, I'l

ly wanted to help you. You seemed to

en though he was only a quack; and her mother told her aft

"those who are careless about other peop

, and secretly wished she were as carefu

ays while his wife was gone on a visit. Siller told Mrs. Lyman she was always very lonesome there, because there were no children

night; but to oblige Priscilla, who was always such a good frien

me to prayer meeting in

," replied

e sand on the parlor floor was traced in patterns of roses and buds as fine as a velvet carpet. On the door-stone, at the east side of the house, stood an iron kettle,

ey all started for prayer meeting, locking the house behind them; for

s so funny to see grown people in those seats where the children sat in the daytime! Patty almost wondered if the minister would not call them out in the floor to recite. The services were long, and grew very dull. To pass a

, she happened to spy Daddy Wiggins, who was sleeping with his mouth open, and the sight was too much for Patty: she giggled out-right. It was a very faint laugh, hardly louder than the chirp of a crick

ence

, and she sank back in Mary's arms, feeling that all was over with her. Other little girls had had their names called out, but the

e could go and hide? Sally Potter would never speak to her

difference would it make to anybody that lived out in the barn? And that w

ttle hugs. The meeting was soon over, and Patty was relieved to find that she had the use of her feet