Little Grandmother

p mortification, and never even thoug

y, "don't you hear 'em walki

?" said Ma

alls creeturs-on broom

go to sle

two thinking over what Siller had said, and hearing her cough drearily in the next chamber.

e full of horro

ven the silenc

as a man, he must want to steal. Mary did not for a moment fancy it might be a woman, or a "creetur" on a broomstick,-she was too sensible for that; but you will not wonder that, as she he

ran down stairs, whisperin

her, clutching at her night-dress,

tooth the day before, a

th did not fall headlon

dle of the floor, with a red cloak on, staring

erchief over Patty's mouth, "we're in a terrible fix! It's either th

ow," said Mary. "O, yes I

there was a l

hair. "Hear 'em rattle that door! That was what it meant when I saw that black ca

children's teeth to chatter; also Si

bullet," said she, "tha

nd when I tell you she was speechless! For almost the f

seeing that something must be done, and she was t

ourage. "Keep a stiff upper lip! I've got an idea! It may be f

out the windo

ally had some sense when she could forget her fear of hobgoblin

of which was half filled with boxes and buckets; but

her head out. "I ought to help you, Siller

red by buttoning

e her a shaking, which caused the child to bite her tongue; af

uld break down the kitchen door and get into the house? He was kn

Why don't yo

t sounds like Dr. Hilton,

e voice of Siller was heard exc

, you don't mean

ibly have heard. And the laugh, gruff and cracked, which came from the doctor's throa

ry was beating the door with a bucket of sugar and Patty with a pewter porringer. But Siller was "all of a fluster,

could go, but on the way overheard the doctor reproving Siller for giving "those innocent li

he, "for I'm as likely to come home late at night a

would hardly have said so to any one, could not help thinking she should

nce to run across the fie

ence

rning, and he did not look like the same man Patty had seen at prayer meet

the rose to Patty, who blushed as red as the ro

, sir," sh

to disturb the meetin' last night," said th

plied Patty, wi

ed for religious purposes. I'm afeared, Patience, you forgot you went there to hold communion 'long o

n, and no nieces or nephews;-and when he did try to talk to little folks, he always made a sad piece of work of it. H

ust remember it ain't like a meetin' for seckler pupposes, Patience,-it's for prayer, and praise, and the singing of psalms; and you should conduct yo

rstand one word of it. She tells Flyaway Clifford and Dotty Dimple that grown peo

hould realize that it is a precious privi

hen to the

they sa

, within

shall sta

babyish sound in her wail which suddenly reminded Deacon Turner

for her sun-bonnet had fallen back on her neck, "you didn

I did, I di-idn't mean

on's face. The idea of an infant

ubbing her silky hair as roughly as a plough would go through a bed of flowe

and talking to her as if she were very young indeed. "And, of course, your mother, who

ful eyes in astonishment. Did he think a gi

id she, meekly

iderable sense. Here is a dollar for you, my little woman, and tell your mother I know she's br

ears, and it seemed to stare back again

r," said she, wit

anced and shone! She held it tight, for it did not seem to be real, an

his live dollar! Deacon Turner gave i

d, what do

r," said Mary. "Deacon Turner spoke

Pati

e; and so he wanted to give her something to make up, I suppose

been so restless and so irreverent, and called

old enough to begin

aying the silver dollar agai

n that school-house to talk about God; you sh

ere too big; I can't und

certainly could have sat still

hung h

ood people are worshipping God, and

mam

he best place for her to live in. Even her "live dollar" could

isturbment, mamma," said sh

. Lyman, taking the child's two hands

ious dollar; but Mrs. Lyman did not do it; she thought Pa