The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1891-12-12
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call herself uselesslp -9sti- z M
There's the blacks" said Grand
father, doubtfully. rubbing his chin.
Grandmother settled her chin into
a firm square and spoke resolutely;."I
amt going to ride with no blacks; nor
won't have Prissy doing it either,
with Jonas not here to drive 'em; you
know they feel awful risky this wealth
err, and Jonas has about all he tan do
to hold 'em in. For PHYS sake, Dea-
con, what are you thinking about!
What is to hinder our having a nice
walk out to Patience's together?
Prissy won't mind it any more than
the colt would; and Minnie is there al
ready, and is going to stay all night,
and Reuben will bring us home; it is
all as nice as can be-"
So now hope you understand the
situation. When the condition OF the
shoes was discovered. Prlssy's heart
broke. She. had no rubbers; such con-
veniences were not SO common in
those days as ip ours; there was moth
ing for her to do but stay at home
with Debby, the good-natured "help."
who had q face-ache and did not want
to go out in the cold.
"You won't have such a bad time"
said GRANDMOTHER, soothingly; "Deb-
by will get you up as nice a dinner as
you ever saw in Your life, and there's
Fred to play with, you know"
Fred was Debby's nephew, who had
tramped twelve miles from the farm
er's where he worked for his board, to
spend Thanksgiving Day, and the day
after, with his Aunt Debby, the only
relative be had in the world. A good,
red-cheeked, handy boy was Fred, and
Prissyhad taken to him at first sight.
But he could not comfort her at that
moment. Stay at home from the
Thanksgiving dinner upon which she
had set her heart, and about
which she had been talking for weeks
and weeks! 1t was not 40 much the
dinner, but was not the house to be
quite full OF young cousins who were
to boil molasses candy in the after
noon, and put lots of nut meats in it;
and pop some corn, and play blind
mans buff, and have no end of fun?
And Prizzy had never spent a Thanks
giving with them. 1t was less than q
year since they had laid her sweet
young mother in the grave. Before
chat Prissy's Thanksgiving had been
spent in city home. She had not
had many OF them; she was only six.
She tried to be good, poor little Dot,
and when Grandmother proposed to
stay with her herself, and have "fa-
ther" 60 to Thanksgiving, she shook
her brown head until it made her look
like q shaggy little pony. and said:
"Oh, no, mol" with such energy that
grandmother saw that would not do.
Besides, to tell the truth, she did not
see how she could SO utterly spoil
Patience's pleasure as to stay away.
Pears to me something might be
DONE" said grandfather vrefiectively;
~ might''-theD he looked ut the fat
little legs, swinging forlornly against
the chair, and thought how heavy the
owner OF them was, and was silent; he
was not so strong as he used to be.
He could not carry that solid little
lump two miles through the snow.
Meantime, Fred. upon whom they
had relied to comfort the little girl,
was nowhere to be found. II can't
conceit what has become of him."
said Debby anxiously; che asked me
il / didn't think her eyes looked pref
ty shinin' through the tears, and then
he shot out like deer, and amt
seen him since. He is so dreadful
aforementioned, that boy is"
1t was some time before hewas seen;
but when he appeared his cheeks were
redder than usual, and his voice was
full OF suppressed eagerncss. "Mrs.
Perkins, I've made a sled for Prissy
to ride on. Couldn't / tuck her in it
and whisk her over to Auntie's? I'd
do 1t just as careful, and be back be-
fore Aunt Debby missed me much"
"Made sledP" said grandma skep-
tically, whatever does the child
mean? You amt made a sled in this
time, / should hope; and out of moth
ing2"
"No' ma am; made it out of an
old chair thai was in the barn; Jonas
said it wasn't good for anything.
Come and look at it, won't your
Sure enough, there before the kitchen
door stood sled fit for queen to ride
in. The rockers of a great old-fashioned,
worn out chair had been screwed fast to
a small square box, the box had been
lined with sweet-smelling hay, hole
bored in front, and a strong rope
pulled through, and the coach was
ready.
"Well," said Aunt Debby, surveying
it with q pleased air, "if say it that
you are cute one" So
thought GRANDMOTHER Perkins herself.
As for Prissy, who shall undertake to
describe her delight?
She went to the Thanksgiving din
ner in state, arriving there fully fifteen
minutes before her grandfather and
although they had all
started together. Indeed Fred was
well on his return trip by the time the
old people were greeted in the large
bright Kitchen.
~ tried to keep him." Aunt Pa
thence said; II told him we would like
real well to have him take dinner with
us; that he could be Prissy company;
but he said No, his Aunt Debby would
have dinner all ready and be disap-
pointed. What nice little fellow he
is"
"He is as smart as a steel trap"
said Grandfather; "and as good. heart
ed as boy ever was" said Grand
mother. looking fondly at Prissy.
"The way he rugged that box was a
curiosity; wouldn't mind bringing
that boy up Tor my own"
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