The Corvallis gazette. [volume] (Corvallis, Or.) 1862-1899, 1885-10-16
Grandmother's Curtains.

Grandmother'sC 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 ehim-
ney that used to be the fashion, and a
great square parlor, with wonderful
tire-board; it had a pantry where there
were sure to be pes and seed-cookies,
go when you would, and it had. best
of all, the nice, sunny keeping
room," with deep-seateI windows.
where 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 PolIy's never
fail ng delight, for they were covered
with punches of roses, and little boy
angels sitting on clouds and playing
their harps.
Once a 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
night!'' was Polly's regular request,
but she never did stay til one partcr-
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 nv bed" ex-
claimed grandma, as she went behind
the curtains, land 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 a twltch in the
eyelids, but it was showing out of
doors, and she thought mavbe, on the
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said, cheerfully:
..Very well, 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 a
shout, and great peal of laughing,
bed and flew to her grandmother to
give her hug.
You're little rogue" said grand
ma, giving her little shake and big
kiss.
MAY have jell for supper?" said
Polly.
Of course she had it, and erything
else she wanted, and after supper
grandmother held her in her lap, and
told her an old fairy story about .'Slee,
Bet and Polly"
WAS / named after that Polly?"
asked the little girl.
No; you were named after your
great-grandmother on your fathers
side, Polly Rogers. 1 used to know
her."
Polly sat still and wondered how
many Pollys there had ever been, until
her little head began to nod Then
grandma undressed her. and lent her
one of her own night gowns TO sleep
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 half Polly was there too, watch
ing the biscuits in the tin baker before
the fire.
After breakfast she had a splendid
time. In the first place, she went up
to the garret with grandma after the
quilting-frame, and she hid inside the
old clock for as much as five minutes.
just for fun, and got a whole handful
of dried peppermint to nibble.
Then, WI en- they came down, while
grandma got her quilt in, Polly kept
house in the small window, and had
adj the pieces of a broken saucer for
dishes.
But by-and-by she moved to another
house, and where do you suppose it
was? Under the great flower-basket
quilt that was stretched upon the
frame, and you haven't an idea, unless
you have tried it. what lovely house
that 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 thimbles to help
grandma get her quilt out. and they
all three talked and stitched. and
talked and stitched. quite forgetting
little Polly down at the feet.
For a long time she watched the
pretty diamonds. as they appeared,
one after another, in the roof of her
house, and when she tired of that.
why, there were Miss Averv's sharp
scissors on the floor. that had been
dropped and never missed. Now Pol
ly's mother hardly ever let her take
scissors, because she wasn't gu te five
ret, and m; ght do misch eff But this
lime there was nobody to say ''No; nor
Those dear little boy-angels! How