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"It sounds like her voice, but it can't be. She has sunk by this time!" "Don't be afraid, Prudy!" cried Mr. Allen, who was just behind aunt Madge, "we are running to you." The cry came up louder: it was Prudy's voice. Mr. Allen leaped the fence at a bound, and ran down the bank. The child was out of the water, struggling to climb the bank, but slipping back at every step.
"Of all things," said grandma, "I don't believe there's a little girl any where that has so many nice things as you do. See the jelly, and oranges, and lemons, and " "Well, if I wasn't sick, grandma, and you should ask me to eat some smashed potatoes, and some pie, I'd eat 'em," said Prudy, smiling through her tears. "Bless your little heart," cried grandma, kissing Prudy's pale cheek.
"It's so queer you and mother should both talk so much alike." It was nearly time for vacation. As the children were to start on the next Monday for Willow-brook, their mother allowed them to spend their last Wednesday afternoon with their cousin Florence. It fell to Prudy's lot to dress her little sister. "I'm ever so glad," said Dotty, "that the barber snipped off my kyurls.
Prudy seemed to grow worse. The doctor was hopeful, very hopeful; but Mrs. Parlin was not. Prudy's dimpled hands had grown so thin, that you could trace the winding path of every blue vein quite distinctly. Her eyes were large and mournful, and seemed to be always asking for pity. She grew quiet and patient "painfully patient," her father said. Indeed, Mr.
These strips of plaster became loose, and there was a little key-hole in the splint, into which Mrs. Parlin put a key, and wound up and tightened the plaster every morning. This operation did not hurt Prudy at all. "Now," said Susy, after she had combed Prudy's hair carefully, and put a net over it, until her mother should be ready to curl it, "now we will have a game of checkers."
He could not promise a certain cure, but he felt great faith in a new kind of splint which he was using for Prudy's hip. "O, grandma, it may be, and then, again, it may not be," sobbed poor Susy; "we can't tell what God will think best; but anyhow, it was I that did it." "But, Susan, thee must think how innocent thee was of any wrong motive.
But Horace thought the face looked like Prudy's, and named the steamboat "The Prudy." He also broke open his savings-bank, and begged his mother to lay out all the money he had in presents for the sick soldiers. "Horace has a kind and loving heart," said Margaret to Louise. "To be sure he won't keep still long enough to let anybody kiss him, but he really loves his parents dearly."
She lived with a widowed mother, and had no brothers and sisters, so that she appeared much older than she really was. She liked to talk with grown people upon wise subjects, as if she were at least twenty-five years old. Susy knew that this was not good manners, and she longed to say so to Ruthie. Aunt Madge was in Prudy's sitting-room when Ruthie entered.
So Horace was forgiven for Prudy's sake. One night the children clustered about their aunt Madge, begging for a story. "Fairy, you know," said Susy. "A fairy story?" repeated aunt Madge. "I don't know about that.
I should think, if he went back up there, and didn't have any wife and children, he'd be real lonesome!" This idea of Prudy's set the whole school to romancing, although it was in the midst of a recitation. Flossy said if there was a man in the moon, he must be a giant, or he never could get round over the mountains, which she had heard were very steep.
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