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Centronia is not near a river, though, so it isn't likely that you'll see a freshet soon." The news of the freshets was not the only sign of spring. At school, Miss Davis had a large blue jar filled with beautiful pussy willows on her desk, and the nature study lessons were all about the spring birds. When Bob Parkney brought Mrs.
"Well, then, Sunny Boy, suppose you go in and wish Bob a Happy New Year," suggested Grandpa Horton. "Take him his candy and cakes and the baseball game you brought him." "You come, too," whispered Sunny Boy. "You're not bashful, are you?" laughed Grandpa Horton. "Well, I'll go with you and introduce you to Bob, then I'll have a talk with you, Mr. Parkney."
The Parkney children had all the fresh eggs to eat they wanted and there were several dozen to sell every week, and Mrs. Parkney said she felt rich with the egg money for her own. Mr. Parkney's arm gradually grew stronger, and he was proving such a handy man on the little farm, so willing and so capable, that Judge Layton told Mrs. Horton that he was thinking of building a new house and asking Mr.
The two grandfathers talked about the country and about farms Judge Layton had been brought up on a farm and had never lost his interest in farming and Sunny Boy, waiting politely and patiently, was not exactly listening. He was playing with a piece of snow and ice and wishing that Grandpa Horton would hurry so that he could, take the skates to Bob Parkney.
Parkney to go on living in the farmhouse and to be his farm manager. "He's going to paint the house and the barns for me this spring and whitewash all the fences," said the judge. "There isn't anything that man can't do." "Spring is on the way," announced Daddy Horton, one evening early in March. "I see they are having freshets out in Yardley county." "What is a freshet?" asked Sunny Boy.
Miss Davis shook hands politely with Cora Florence and said that she might stay. The girls were much interested in the doll, and even the boys wanted to make her walk, though of course they privately thought that dolls were rather silly things. But Cora Florence was as large as the youngest Parkney child and wore "real" clothes that one could take off like a real child's.
"Their mothers will be wild with anxiety, Robert. Our telephone is out of order, or we could telephone and let them know and keep the children here over night." "Bob and I will take them home in the sleigh," said Mr. Parkney at once. "It's an old rattletrap affair, and I don't believe it has been used for years. Still, I reckon Bob and I can make it hold together for one trip.
Parkney to ask him if the brook had done any damage over night. Mr. Parkney said that the old barn had been carried down past their farm and was completely wrecked. "I'm glad we didn't stay in it," said Sunny Boy cheerfully. "It must have been a freshet, Daddy. Don't you think it was?" It was a freshet, of course, and Daddy Horton said so.
"They've gone home to eat their dinner," said Sunny Boy. "Let's leave the pussy willows under this tree. Mr. Parkney said he would be back by half-past one, you know." "I'm starving," declared Leslie Bradin. "Come on, let's eat now. My mother put two stuffed eggs in my box." Seven very hungry small boys may dispose of seven hearty lunches in almost seven minutes.
Parkney has overworked himself and must go slow for a year. I am trying to find him a job where he won't have heavy work to do." The next day Mother and Grandma Horton went to call on Mrs. Parkney, and they carried some of Harriet's famous chicken soup with them. "Harriet always sends some to my friends when they are sick," explained Mother Horton to Mrs.
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