Peggy in Her Blue Frock

ly I haven't been punished at all," thought Peggy. This was because old Michael had arrived with his s

am mother, and we'll look at all the pictures of flowers

sing to her mother if they marked the catalogues; so Peggy got a sheet of he

waste that good

ggy, in a grown-up voice. "You forget tha

et," he said as he looked at th

l have a lot of all of those, Mr. Farrell. And w

spectfully. "How many rows of string-beans do you want to start with, and ho

take care of. They are to help me with the garden. We haven't much money; and we have to earn some or Peggy may have to go to live with her grandmother, and I just couldn't stand that. I could not be separated fro

of Peggy's suggestions about the garden. "Run along now, Peggy, and ge

Peggy went. She resisted the temptation to get two yeast-cakes, for fear o

of trees, she could hardly wait to see Clara.

work one's self and talking things over with old Michael. Mrs. Horton was talking with the man in the rose garden. He looked cross as if he did not like to be interrupted. Mrs. Horton was short and plump, wi

this. And then she told her that the children were up in the apple tree. "You can go right through the house and out at the other do

amping out, Peggy wondered what she and her mother and Alice were doing, with nobody b

e had been crying. Peggy wondered what the trouble was. She felt sorry for her, so she gave her a kiss and a big hug and said how gl

d grown that she stopped and told her all about Lady Jane and how she lived first at one house and then at th

kitchen door when old Michael came in. "I didn't see her after he left when I we

na to have a little visit

u know

She came to school when she was well enough, and when she

wn the steps that led to the formal garden and the orchard beyond. A peacock was strutting about as if he owned the place. His tail looked so very beautiful that Peggy fe

ls. Peggy could seldom be induced to play dolls. She ran up the steps and made a dash for Clara. Clara, in a lilac frock, was sitting primly on one of the wooden chairs with which the platform was furnished. Her hair was a darker brown than Alice's, and her face had the pallor of the city child who has

u have grown a l

help it if I ha

seemed proud. Perhaps Clara had been afraid Peggy would rumple her dress. It was a very lovely shimmery dress with smocking. Peggy liked dresses that were smocked. She seated herself on a branch of the apple tree and began to swing back and forth. She wa

a nice journey

. Father's coming for us and we

e great fun,

" said Clara, "but it's a long rid

ggy, swinging bac

ur legs are,

in the apple tree as she could get and dared them to come and join her. "Come up into my house, you short-legged people," she cal

u know I am scared to, and Clara would s

you can't climb trees in

a pretty color," said Clara, who always lik

gh such adventures and made them have such narrow escapes that the little mothers were positively thrilled. So it was a very happy afternoon for every one, even for Miss Rand, who came out just before it was time for the children to go home, with a tray on whic

, as she kissed Clara good-bye, and this t