The Northern Pacific farmer., 1885-09-10
Grand mothers Curtains.

Slow-slow-slow-s
| Grandmother's Curtains.
! Ever so many years ago there was
little girl named Polly who lived on
a beautiful farm where there were
plenty OF COWS and pigs and chickens,
and apple trees and daisies.
Polly's grandmother lived in the
town, in an old house, older than you
ever saw, maybe, for it had been built
more than two hundred years.
1t had the great fireplace and CHM
ney that used to be the fashion, and a
great square parlor, with a wonderful
tire-board; it had a pantry where there
were sure to be PIES and seed-cookies,
| go when you would, and it had, best
of all, the nice, sunny 'keewng-
room," with deep-seated windows,
where a little girl could play house all
day, and with grandmother's own bed
in the corner, hidden by great, flowing
chintz curtains that reached from the
tester to the floor.
Those curtains were Polly's never
fail ng delight, for they were covered
with lunches Of roses, and little boy
angels sitting on clouds and playing
their harps.
Once week, and often twice. the
farm horse was harnessed up, and
Polly and her mother went to see
grandma. But Polly always felt that
she never sta, ed long enough She
would just have started house keeping
in the window, perhaps, or have just
reached the middle of cooky, or have
just caught the kitten. when her faith
er would come in and say his business
was done, and they had better get
home before dark.
''Oh. mother, do let me STAY all
nieht.' was Polly's regular request,
| but she never did stay til one particu-
lar WINTER afternoon, when 1t grew
dark early.
where's Polly?" asked her father,
when he came in to hurry them off.
''Where's Polly?" asked her mother,
getting the little shawl and hood all
ready.
why, here she is on my bedr' ex-
ella med grandma, as she went behind
the curtains, 'and she's fast asleep!
It's cruel to wake the lamb up. DO
let her stay for once, Ann"
Mother came to look, and smiled
little as she not ced twitch in the
cyelids, but it was showing out of
doors, and she thought, mavbe, on the
whole, Polly had better stays so she
sad, cheerfully:
livery we'll, we'll leave her, and her
father can come for her tomorrow
night.
SO they went, and no sooner had the
wagon fairly started than there was
shout, and great peal of laughing,
and rush, as Polly jumped off the
bed and few to her grandmother to
give her hug.
Your re little rogue!' said grand
ma, giving her a little shake and big
kiss.
MAY have jell for superb said
Polly.
Of course she had it, and everything
else she wanted, and aft r supper
grandmother held her in her l,p, and
told her an old fairy stor; about s'Slee,
Bet and Polly.'
"Was I named after that Polly?"
asked the little girl
mo; you we're named after YOUR
grcat-grandmother on your fathers
side, Polly Rogers. l used to know
her..
Polly sat still and wondered how
many Pollys there had ever beea. until
her little head began to nod. Then
grandma undressed her. and lent he4
one Of her own night gowns 10 sle.2
in, and Polly sank down in the great
feather-bed, and knew no more till
morning.
When she awoke, there were all the
little angels looking at her, and the
sun was shining in, and she could hear
grandma in the kitchen. In a minute
and q half Polly was there too, watch
ing the biscuits in the tin baker before
the fire.
After breakfast she had splendid
tine. In the first place, she went up
to the garret with grandma after the
gu lting-frame, and she hid ms de the
old clock for as much as five minutes.
Just for fun, and got whole handful
of dried peppermlnt to nibble.
Then, W en- they came down, while
grandma got her quilt in, Polly kept
House in the small window, and had
all the pieces Of broken saucer for
dshe.
But by-and-by she moved to another
house, and where do you suppose it
was? Under the great flower r-basket
| uutll CudC was SUttLCucu upOu INC
frame, and you haven't an idea. unless
you have tried it, what a lovely house
tlat makes.
There Polly gathered her dishes. and
the cat and a rag baby, and was happy
as queen.
Mrs. Clark and Miss Avery came in
presently with Their th:mbles to help
grandma get her quilt out, and they
all three talked and stitched, and
talked and stitched, quite forgetting
Little Polly down e~-'
For long tine She watched the
p city diamonds, as they appeared,
one after another, in the roof OF her
hou e, and when she tired of that,
why, there were Miss Averv's sharp
sc;s :ors on the floor, that had been
dropped and never missed. Now Pol
ly's mother hardly ever let her take
sc: ssors, because she wasn't gu te five
yet, and m ght do mischief. But this
time there was nobody to say "No; no!'
Those dear little boy-angels! How
often she had wished she could take
one home to play with! She crept out
from under the gu lting frame, and no