Stuyvesant: A Franconia Story

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, Mrs. Henry was sitting one morning at her window, at work. I

it was open one could walk directly out. There was a so

or by her side. Malleville was sitting upon the step. She had quite a number of green leaves in her lap,

onny's voice around a

ille!" said the voi

up her leaves, and called ou

go, however, Phonny ap

d he, "come and s

Malleville, "

would come out and see

" said his mother, "onl

replied Phonny. "I wish you could come and see

aid Mrs. Henry

Malleville around the corner of the house. Phonny walked fast, with long strides, Ma

r for the hen when she chose to retire to it, and a little yard with a paling around it made by bars, to prevent the chickens from straying away. Phonny said that there was a good,

e appeared to be a little anxious at seeing so unusual a company of visitors at her lodgings, and at first thought it probable that they might have come to take some of her chickens

pudding. It consisted of meal and water stirred up together. He threw out some of this upon the ground within the yar

r very carefully to keep Frink from getting out. When they were all safely in and the door was shut, they began to

putting up his hand, took the squi

e he is!" sai

He runs all about the shop. And we have got a h

op, where, upon a shelf, there stood a small box, with a hole in the side

onny. "We always feed him in there t

he squirrel down upon the bea

l see him go

x, he put his head out a little way, and after looking at Mrs.

with little nails on the side of t

his?" said

try," said Phonny,

nding up near, rea

me is

ess you

plenty to e

nd me run

e d

tip yo

slyly

ome secret cr

or the wo

w

tily at this production

g," said Phonny. "Stuyvesant says

ille, "says that he believes

vesant, "he did no

say?" asked

r was found nailed up early one morning, when nobody had slept in the shop the night before but Frink, if it did not tu

ook about the shop to see the tools and the arrange

floor was neat, the tools were all in their pro

, however," said Mrs. Henry,

are all sharp. We have

do it?" ask

ound his axes, and then he held our tools for us to sha

rp," continued Phonny,-"as sha

to try it," sa

lane to show his mot

ike that tool too, ve

with steel for an edge, is almost embedded in the wood. It is made in fact on purpose to take off a

chisels. He had four chisels of di

el is not so safe a tool as

mother?" a

r fingers, and then in trying to cut it with the c

said Phonny, "the

say there

ts and bit-stocks. A bit is a kind of borer which is turne

ng to bore a hole in the side of the bench, by

ld not bore into the work bench

of board from under the work be

chopping block. The hatche

e that you have got a ha

her?" ask

gerous tool. I think it is a

said Phonny, "the

then in trying to chop it with your hatchet, hit your hand instead of the w

t any danger. I have had my hatchet a long

who was cutting with a hatchet, and it came down through the board that he wa

," said Phonny. "I know I sh

ld let me have the hatchet to carry in t

without the hatchet, unless we had an axe, and that would b

seeming, however, not at all at her ease. Phonny showed her his stock of boards and blocks, among which last, was one which he said was to b

have the hatchet,

here is any dang

said St

you keep the hatchet

bout it," said Stuyvesant. "It is not rig

do when we want to sharp

-thinking. "Perhaps we might bur

nny, "that woul

to make Aunt Henry feel a

bout it pretty soon. However, if you think it is best, I will carry my hat

nk it is best; and now I am going

I will go and carry the

hatchet and went sauntering

sounded like a cry of pain and terror, from Phonny. Stuyvesan

stick with his hatchet, and had cut himself. He was down upon the groun

have cut my foot. Oh, I have

onny raised his hands a little, from his foot, so as to let

d he. "What shall

ver, was a gaping wound in Phonny's boot, just

ch," said Stuyvesant. "Let

er, he began to hobble along toward the house, ut

d Stuyvesant. "I would

at he was making, though he still continued his exclamations and

hen hurt, the less concerned Dorothy always was about it. She knew

matter?" s

is foot," sai

he. So she looked do

more than his foot," said s

nny. "Oh, go and call

n she heard that Phonny had cut himself. She hurried out to him, and seemed to be in great distress and anxiety. She kneeled

e for a cut," said she

ome," said

o Mrs. Henry. Mrs. Henry bathed the wound with the water, and then closing it up as completely as possible, an

she had finished bandaging the ankle, brought another s

do. Now the first thing is t

and laid him down upon the s

t-office, he stopped at the doctor's on his way, to ask the doctor to call t

the room, and saw Phonny lying upon the

my foot,"

ctor, "could not you find any th

y lau

tinued the doctor. "In cutting your foot every t

Henry had drawn off Phonny's stocking,

put on very nicely; it seems hardly worth while to distu

andage, underneath which the cut lay, and she s

more, one side or the other, might have made you a cripple for life. You hit the right place exactly. It i

CTOR'S

that the wound would do very well under the treatment which Mrs. Henry herself

e. There might be some small possibility in that case, of getting the wound irrita

d be as patient and good-natured in bearing his confinement, as he had