Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1864-12-24
THE EVENING STAR.
PRUDY'S POCKET DRESS.
a Story for Little GIRLS,

A Story 1oF Little eIis
BY THE AUTHOR OF ''LITTLE PRUDY BooKs-
Shall tell You something about Prudy! l
I'm not talking to Won olCer boys and girls, VINO
can cipher In ractir Is; me An You little dar-
npgs, In the sSscond Reader"
tire wears old, she was queer little thing,
ss fat that when she tried to run it put her all
ont OF breath.
could when Prudy did anything funny, and
said, "Her father laughs, and THINKS she Is
very cunning" Alb, well, l know OF some
body else who thought Prudy was cunning,
and that was Prudy's mother!
The little one wanted pocket very much.
Her mother promised it 'by and by" bu,
can't have il now!'' Her mother said nothing,
bat thought tEe would make her pretty red
dress for Christmas present, and put pock-
ei in II.
Did you ever thiak how kind mothers are to
their ehiidrenl M. Pariin sat up TIL twelve
O'Clock one nighttc taish Prudys dress. sac
had headache next day. but she told ner hus-
band II was worm one headache to see Pruuy
so happy.
There! wish YOU could have seen her when
she stuck bot her little hands into that pocket
the frat time.
"Oh dear. dearr' said she, what shall do,
l are go giadi 1t isn't behsre-mdke POCKET IL
has a hole in IL, like Susy's."
Then sh. Kissed her mot her and laughed.
al knew Christmas was a coming to see me,
hut didnr know Use q go. n to have pocket
dress! Did Santa Claw carry II to nae! Where
does santa CLAW livel 1 s'suppose no know
hisseIf. Oh, love Santa Claw whole heart
full
know she was as graceful as a little bear.
81 wish l could jump clear mp to the sky of
tnis roos, +" said she. "Oh, / are so glad. Now,
what shall putinto my pocketf'
Prudy hunted for good while, and at last
found a pine stick, which she put In; then she
wanted TO 20 to walk with Susy.
al won't come crying in," said she; al want
the folks that live down street 70 see my pock-
ct dress"
Her father laughed and said, al think mother
must let You GO won, YOU be nan On,
rs good a lady. meyn't 90 down TO Aunt
Eabby'sl 1 haven't been there since / was
born, and wasn't there before 1 was born,
So Mrs. Parlin let the children go to walk,
and told Susy not to let 60 Prudy's hand.
When they came si back, pTudy was happier
OF raisins TO put in her pocket, and she had
thought OF great many other things, she could
tuck IN, such as string of bnttons, side.
comb q douehnut bit OF mutton tallow, her
tin dipper. and her ''pickety slate pencil"
1t was glorious Christmas day for Prudy
The next morning she awoke very early, say
ing, .'Uh' I've got pocket. dress, Susy!" Then
sne tried to wake Susy, by peking her elbows
into her sides, but Susy grOaned ont, "Don't."
SGp hear me 1ys s. got p9skat
Susy's nose as il IL had been rag. Poor Susy
began 10 cry.
Now, Prudy, think you're real mean"
iuuy stoOo upiisA, anu piohuhS obC
foot firmly on Susy's stomach, said sweetly,
'.Susy, you don't speak pleasant TO your little
nieter. I guess you didn't wake up goody!'
Poor Susy felt cross.
you've walked me all up and most broke
my nose" said she, shut / know one thing,
miss, you amt going to wear your red dress.
today
"Yes l are returned Prudy, "you don't
know Now you've been and teIlsd q story,
Busy Parlin, for are goln' TO wear it,
But Susy was right Mrs Parlin said Prudy
must wear her old blue dress, for the red one
vas too nice for every day.
Prudy cried. "Oh DEAR" sand she, "then /
can't be happy, IL you don't let me wear my
pocket Dress no mOre!'
Then her mother told her that she might look
At her dress every day, and might keep her
handkerchief i'll it, and ever SO many things.
So Prudy dried her eyes, and every day che
vent up stairs to put her hands into her peck.
et.drees, and stood and talked to II. When she
went mp stairs she would say, "Good bye,
mamma, good bye, Susy, I'm goin' up to see
my red pocket. dresss:'
There! think I've told you enough about
Prudy this time. Good bye.-Littte Pilgrim.