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In this he did Flagg some partial injustice. Lewis had searched for and taken the money with the object of playing an annoying trick upon Seabrooke and Percy, but proposing, after giving both "a good fright," to put it back where he had found it, or in some other place in Seabrooke's alcove where he might be supposed t...
And now he was confronted with the evidence of his misdeeds, and even when he began to recover himself a little, knew not what to say, what excuse to make. And here was Dr. Leacraft awaiting his answer to Seabrooke's accusations, and regarding him with stern and questioning eyes. The doctor was a just man, however, and...
"By whom?" persisted the doctor. Seabrooke hesitated. He was beginning to realize that he was placing Charlie Henderson in rather an unpleasant position: that young involuntary detective might be scouted at by the boys for the part he had taken in bringing Flagg to justice, for "telling." He knew that there were those ...
Alone with the doctor, Seabrooke told his story and besought him not to let it be known that Charlie had been the unsuspected observer of Flagg's actions. "The boy is as honest as the day, doctor," said Seabrooke. "I know it; above suspicion. A most honest and loyal little fellow," said the doctor. "His secret shall be...
Charlie himself had taken such precautions against "being found out" as he was able to do; he would not even drink his coffee until he had persuaded Mrs. Moffat to let him go to his own dormitory, lest any of the "big fellows" should find him in their quarters. He told Mrs. Moffat enough to let her understand that he h...
"What a row about a small matter!" he exclaimed. "The whole thing was a joke; but I never thought it would be so successful as this, putting the whole school in a fever. See here; I did take that bank-note, of course. I wanted to see Seabrooke and Neville in a war over it, and then I was going to put it in some place h...
"I'm going to do my best not to be sent back here," said Lewis, striving to continue his bravado, although his heart was sinking as he began to realize more and more in what a predicament he had placed himself. "Such a set of muffs, teachers and scholars, I never met. No one can take a joke, or even see it." "I think i...
He endeavored to brazen it out with Dr. Leacraft as he had with the boys, insisting that the whole affair, the abstraction of the money and the placing it in Seabrooke's trunk, was "only a joke;" but the doctor altogether refused to look upon it in any other light than that of an unmitigated theft and an atrocious atte...
Lena was inexpressibly shocked by the account of this last wickedness of Flagg's, for she, in common with Dr. Leacraft and every one else who heard the tale, gave him credit only for the deliberate theft of Percy's money and then of the effort to throw it upon Seabrooke, either as an act of revenge or else because he f...
"Did you tell Hannah anything about it?" he asked. "No!" answered Lena, indignantly. "How could I tell her such a thing? And you know how you told me I must never, never tell." "And you did not show her my letter?" asked the puzzled Percy, who was by no means pleased, as may be imagined, by the knowledge that one other...
"Well, no one knows how thankful I am to you, Lena, dear," he said. "What can I ever do for you?" "Tell Uncle Horace. I wish, oh, I do _wish_ you would tell him," said his sister. "Tell Uncle Horace; no, never!" exclaimed Percy. "I couldn't. Think of that look in his eyes when he hears of anything he thinks shabby or--...
But Percy could not be persuaded to do this; he lacked the moral courage to follow his sister's advice and to confess all to his uncle before he should be obliged to do so, hoping that after all she might be mistaken and that he should still escape that humiliation. Since Colonel Rush had not spoken at once upon the su...
"But I say, Lena," he said, with a sudden change of subject and with his usual, easy-going facility for putting aside for the time being anything which troubled him, "I say, isn't it queer that the girl you are all trying to win this prize for should be the sister of Seabrooke? How things do come around, to be sure. I ...
CHAPTER XIV. WHO WINS. A damper had been thrown upon Lena's satisfaction in the belief that Gladys Seabrooke would probably be the recipient of the gift of Mr. Ashton's trust, by the assurance of her brother Percy that Seabrooke would be high and mighty and oppose the acceptance of it. She did not reflect that, having ...
There was the question about Hannah, also: how the money was to be returned to her, in the uncertainty as to how much she knew, and how she had acquired any knowledge of Percy's predicament; for that she knew something of it Lena was convinced; and yet the child was equally sure that that letter had never been out of h...
At present he--the colonel--stood in the relation of parent to Percy and master to Hannah; he therefore felt that it was both his right and his duty to make inquiries and put matters straight, so far as he could. On Saturday morning, therefore, he called the boy into his library and asked him if there were anything whi...
Bad as it was, it was not as bad as Colonel Rush had feared. Rebellion against lawful authority, rank disobedience and deception were to be laid at Percy's door, not to speak of the pitiable weakness which had suffered him to be led into this wrong, and the enormity of his at least passive acquiescence when Flagg had s...
Of the kindly advice and admonition given to Percy by his uncle there is no need to speak further; but it resulted in making Percy feel that he would do anything rather than again run the risk of forfeiting the good opinion which he now valued more than ever. Meanwhile, during the time that Percy was closeted with his ...
Bessie made no reply in words, but shook her head as if unconvinced. With Lena Neville and Gracie Howard out of the lists, she found it quite impossible to believe that any one but her own Maggie could be the successful competitor. But all agreed that it would be well to call in and see Lena for a moment and let her be...
The doctor, who knew each one of them, being, as it happened, family physician to their respective households, was just about taking leave and was standing in the hall talking to Mrs. Rush. "Hallo!" he said, his kindly face beaming upon the smiling flock who trooped in when Starr opened the door for them. "Hallo! what ...
"Doctor," she said, "would you mind telling me how soon you think Lena will be able to bear a little excitement?" The doctor looked grave. "My child," he said, "I fear Lena is under more excitement now than is good for her." Then turning to Mrs. Rush, he added, "There is little use in expecting her to make rapid progre...
"Well," said the doctor, "find out the trouble if you can. You cure the mental ill and I will answer for the physical. But what is this excitement you are speaking of, Maggie?" "We are going to have a fair, Doctor," answered Maggie. "We wanted to have it at Easter, but put it off because Lena is so lame and not strong ...
"I believe it is the prize," said Lily, as the whole flock, bidden to do so by Mrs. Rush, mounted the stairs to Lena's room. "I know that Lena was perfectly crazy to have that prize so she could spite her father and mother--and I would be, too, if I were she--and I am sure she feels very badly about it." "Why, Lily!" s...
Lily's strong impression that Lena was unhappy because of her inability to compete for the prize was strengthened when she saw her, and the other children were inclined to agree with her, for Lena seemed so little disposed to talk upon the subject that they were all convinced that it was a disagreeable one to her. The ...
All the "Cheeryble Sisters," save Lena Neville and Gracie Howard, were present, each one full of eager expectancy, although there was scarcely a doubt in any mind who would be the winner. It had been impossible to induce Gracie to take any part or to show any interest in the competition, and she had resolutely refused ...
"But," he said in conclusion, "in comparing the compositions written at the commencement of the term of trial and those last submitted to Miss Ashton, I had, from my own unbiassed judgment, and before I had learned the choice of your teacher, decided that the one best entitled to the prize and the bestowal of this art ...
Miss Ashton smiled kindly at her. "Well, yes, Bessie," she said, with some seeming reluctance; "since you ask me so plainly, I must say that had Lena been able to continue in competition with the rest, I think she would have distanced every one. I never saw such rapid improvement as she was making; her whole heart seem...
Mr. Ashton looked at her, then turned to his niece; there was a moment's whispered conversation between them, and then the gentleman addressed himself to the class. "What do you all say?" he asked. "Do you all agree that since Lena Neville has been providentially prevented from continuing her efforts, and since she mad...
"And," said Bessie, looking round upon her classmates, "if everybody will be so kind as not to tell Lena that she was not chosen first. It would be quite true, would it not, to say that she had done so well at the first that we all thought it fair for her to have it?" "It shall be as you say," said Mr. Ashton; then con...
But sentiment and Lily Norris could not long exist in the same atmosphere, and she now exclaimed: "How I wish we were all boys just for ten minutes, so we could give three cheers and a tiger for Bessie and three more for Lena. I suppose it wouldn't do, would it, Miss Ashton?" "Hardly for little girls," said Miss Ashton...
"I'd like to give thirty-three groans for Mrs. Neville," said Lily, in an undertone, "but I suppose we couldn't." There was little doubt that the whole class were even better pleased to have the decision given in favor of Lena than they had been for Bessie, favorite though she was, so strongly had their sympathies been...
End of Project Gutenberg's Bessie Bradford's Prize, by Joanna H. Mathews = = = PG44445 = = = BESSIE AMONG THE MOUNTAINS
Produced by Melissa McDaniel, Diane Monico, and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images generously made available by The Internet Archive) BESSIE AMONG THE MOUNTAINS THE BESSIE BOOKS. "Bessie is a very charming specimen of little girlhood. It is a lovely story...
"A lively entertaining series, which picture child-life to perfection."--_Standard._ "We owe to the authoress perhaps the most delightful conception of child-character, under Gospel influences, in all modern juvenile literature."--_American Presbyter._ "The author evidently understands how to write of and for children....
BESSIE AMONG THE MOUNTAINS. BY
JOANNA H. MATHEWS, AUTHOR OF "BESSIE AT THE SEASIDE," "BESSIE IN THE CITY," AND "BESSIE AND HER FRIENDS." "Be not overcome of evil, but overcome evil with good." NEW YORK:
ROBERT CARTER AND BROTHERS, 530, BROADWAY. 1872. Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1869, by
ROBERT CARTER AND BROTHERS, In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the United States for the Southern District of New York. CAMBRIDGE: PRESS OF JOHN WILSON AND SON. TO
RICHARD HOWLAND HUNT, The Dear Little Boy, WHO "NEARLY KNOWS HOW TO READ, AND THINKS COUSIN JOSIE'S STORIES HAVE NOT A BIT OF STUPIDNESS IN THEM." CONTENTS.
CHAPTER PAGE. I. UP THE MOUNTAIN 9 II. THE SQUIRRELS AND THE ICE GLEN 33 III. A VISIT TO AUNT PATTY 55
IV. LEM AND DOLLY 74 V. THE GARDENS 98 VI. THE SUNDAY SCHOOL 113 VII. THE SILVER CUP 128
VIII. A KIND WORD FOR LEM 147 IX. DOL'S REVENGE 163 X. THE BANANAS 183 XI. "GOOD FOR EVIL" 203
XII. UNCLE RUTHVEN'S WORK 220 XIII. A RIDE ON THE SHEAVES 236 XIV. BLACKBERRYING 255 XV. A FRIEND IN NEED 276
XVI. LEM'S SORROW 299 XVII. DOLLY GOES HOME 317 XVIII. GOOD-BY TO CHALECOO 336 [Illustration: (decorative)]
BESSIE AMONG THE MOUNTAINS. I. _UP THE MOUNTAIN._ UP, up! What a height it was, and how the horses toiled as they drew the heavy wagons up the mountain side. Whenever they came to a very steep place, the boys and all the gentlemen, except Colonel Rush, would jump out and walk, so as to lighten the load. Aunt Annie and ...
Maggie thought she must take her turn too, and asked papa to lift her out. Papa consented, warning her, however, that she would find it harder work than she imagined to clamber up these steep ascents on her own two small feet. But Maggie thought she would like to be "a relief to the horses," so papa took her out. Then ...
"I think not, darling," said mamma; "by the time we are at the Lake House you will be more than tired enough with this long day's journey." "I do not wish to walk, mamma," said Bessie, "only for the horses." "The horses don't make much account of your weight, I reckon," said Mr. Porter, good-naturedly, "and though this...
"Well," said Mr. Porter, taking off his hat and fanning himself with it, "I can't just say how; certain it is they do know it." "Maybe it's their instinct," said Bessie. "That's about it," he answered, with a smile. "These are fine teams of yours, Mr. Porter," said Colonel Rush.
"You may say that, sir," answered the old man, looking with pride at the noble beasts, "and this is the best of the lot. These are Vermont horses, sure-footed as goats, as they need to be on these mountain roads; strong as elephants, and wiser than many a creature that goes on two feet. Why, I could tell you stories of...
Maggie had found that "trudging up the hills" took the breath out of a little girl, and papa's words soon proved themselves true; but she plodded along perseveringly, flushed and panting, holding to papa's hand, and happy in her belief that she was sparing the horses by her own exertions. And now they came to a level s...
"What a fuss it makes about nothing," said Harry, as he dipped his fingers into the water, and carried some of the clear, sparkling drops to his lips, "One would think it was doing a wonderful lot of work." "So it does," said Maggie, following her brother's example. "What work does it do?" asked Harry, always ready to ...
Harry playfully sprinkled her with the drops which hung from his fingers. "And what else?" "It waters the flowers and mosses and trees," said Maggie; "and the birds and squirrels can come and take a drink too, if they like." "And it makes a pretty waterfall for us to see, and a nice, pleasant noise for us to listen to,...
"And it helps to make the sea," said Bessie. "Mamma said so." "Ho!" said Fred; "much this little brook does towards filling the sea, Queen Bess." "But _it helps_, and does all it can, Fred." "Yes," said Maggie; "one little brook runs on until it finds another little brook, and then they join, and run on together, and t...
"Hallo, Midge!" said Fred; "where did you find out so much?" "It's not my own finding out," said Maggie; "the other day my geography lesson was about rivers, and mamma told me all that, and Bessie heard too; so when we first saw this brook farther down the mountain, we remembered what mamma said, and Aunt May said a ve...
The boys laughed at the ending of Maggie's speech, so like herself, and Uncle Ruthven as he dipped a drinking cup into the flashing stream, said,-- "I do not think we need fear that, little Maggie." "No," said Harry; "there is rather too much sunshine and sparkle about Maggie to think that she would become a stagnant p...
Maggie was in too sunny a humor to be teased by anything Fred could say, though she did not like the name he called her, and she answered with good temper,-- "No, indeed, I could not, Fred; but if I am naughty I suppose I do not run just the way I ought to, and perhaps I grow a little muddy sometimes." "It don't last l...
"But it would take you till sundown to satisfy your thirst out of that make-believe hand, Princess," said Mr. Stanton, "and Mr. Porter is ready for a fresh start." So Bessie took a drink from her uncle's cup, and the other children were glad to do the same, since they were now forced to leave this pleasant spot. Mamma ...
Bessie could not see any resemblance, and since Maggie could, was rather distressed; but mamma and the Colonel consoled her by saying that they, like herself, could see nothing but a huge, gray stone, crowned by a few lonely-looking trees. "There's more fancy than anything else about it, I believe myself," said Mr. Por...
"The brother was fond of climbing to the mountain top, and sitting there to look out over the broad lands which had belonged to his fathers for so many years. One night when the wicked chief was returning from the hunt, he saw, as he thought, in the dim moonlight, his brother sitting in his usual place. This was very n...
"And likely enough the man himself never lived," said Mr. Porter. "Then they oughtn't to say he did," persisted Bessie; "And to make him so wicked too. There's enough of bad people without making up any more." "Well, what was the end of it?" asked Fred. "Just as the poor lost one went over the edge, a scream rang out o...
"That tribe of Indians must have been giants then," said Harry, laughing as he looked up at the enormous mass of stone. "Now I know that story never was," said Bessie. "People don't be turned into stone because they are bad, and nobody ever had such a big head, and people ought not to say it." Bessie had heard many a f...
The children were delighted to see what a quantity of birds and squirrels there appeared to be in the woods. The former were hopping about all over the trees, singing among the branches, and seeming scarcely disturbed by the approach of the wagons. As for the squirrels, they were as saucy as possible, waiting and watch...
"You wait till to-morrow morning," said Mr. Porter, as Bessie said how sorry she was that the squirrel had not kept on with them; "You wait till to-morrow morning and you'll see squirrels enough for the asking. Tame as your little dog there, they are too." "Oh, Mr. Porter!" said Bessie, "do you shut the poor little squ...
Great masses and blocks of granite lay piled one above another round three sides of the lake, here and there poised in such a manner that many of them looked as if the slightest touch must send them headlong into the waters below. And yet thus they had remained for hundreds, perhaps thousands of years, held firmly by t...
In the wide-open doorway stood Mrs. Porter, waiting to welcome them. "What a jolly-looking old lady!" exclaimed Fred. "I shall like her, I know. She looks as if she belonged to this dear old place." "That's so," said Mr. Porter, putting his head on one side, and gazing admiringly at his wife; "She's as jolly as she loo...
"You see I have brought you a large family, Mrs. Porter," said Mrs. Bradford, "but you have room for all, I believe?" "Yes, and heart room too," was the answer, as the old lady took baby from her nurse, and covered her with kisses. Miss Baby looked for a moment as if she had half a mind to resent this liberty, but thou...
"Do you have trundle beds?" whispered Maggie again. "Trundle beds? Well, I believe there is an old one up garret," said Mrs. Porter, "but I'll have it down for you, and put to rights if you like." "Oh, no!" said Maggie, "please don't. I _do hate_ them so, and I had to sleep in one all last summer at Quam." "Oh! that's ...
So this trouble was at an end, and Maggie felt quite free to enjoy all the new pleasures about her, without fear of the dreaded trundle bed. [Illustration] [Illustration] II.
_THE SQUIRRELS AND THE ICE GLEN._ MAGGIE would have liked very well to run about a little on that first evening of their arrival at Chalecoo; but Bessie was so tired that her mother wished her to keep quiet; and as Maggie would not go out without her sister, they both contented themselves with making acquaintance with ...
"Well, yes," answered Mrs. Porter, looking around with an air of some pride and satisfaction, "don't it suit you?" "Oh! yes, ma'am," said Bessie, "it suits me very much, but you know sometimes children make a little disorder when they play, and I only meant would you mind if we mussed up your nice house just a very lit...
"Bessie," she said, a little later, "don't you think this place is nicer than Quam Beach?" They were standing together in the lower hall, looking out upon the lake, while the rays of the setting sun came flickering through the vine leaves, and dancing over the two little figures standing in the doorway, as if it were b...
"No, Maggie, for the sea is not here." "But the lake is," said Maggie. "But the lake is not the sea," said Bessie. Maggie could not contradict this, but she did not feel satisfied that Bessie should not be as well pleased as she was herself, and she said wistfully,--
"But don't you think you could be a little contented here, Bessie?" "I can be much contented here, Maggie," answered the little girl. "Why, dear, do you think I would be so ungrateful of this very nice place, and the kind people that are here as not to be contented? Oh! I like the mountains very much, but not quite so ...
Bessie might well say they were nice people in this house. Besides Mr. and Mrs. Porter, who have already been introduced, were their five sons, "the boys," Mr. Porter called them. Queer "boys," Maggie and Bessie thought them; all, save the youngest, great, sturdy men with sunburned faces and toil-hardened hands. But th...
Presently a black nose, two cute little ears, and a pair of sharp, bright eyes appeared at the opening in the tree. The nose sniffed about in a very suspicious manner, and the eyes wandered from Bob to the group beyond, and then back again to Bob, as if they would ask, "Who are all these strange people? Are they friend...
"But how did you do it, Bob?" asked Harry. "How did you tame them so when they were not in a cage?" "Oh! it's not so hard," said Bob, a little boastfully. "You see father will never let me shut up any animal or any bird that is used to being free; and I was set upon having a tame squirrel. This old fellow here," and Bo...
The boys laughed. "Yes, indeed," answered Bob. "Hi, hi! what ails the fellows?" as all the squirrels sprang from him and whisked up the walnut tree. What "ailed the fellows," was soon seen, for even as he spoke, Flossy, who had been left shut up in the house lest he should frighten the bunnies, came tearing round a gre...
"But how could he promise when he can't speak?" said Bessie. "I asked him if he would be quiet and good like a well brought up puppy if I let him out, and he said 'wow,' which in dog language means yes, does it not?" asked Uncle Ruthven. "And it means no, and thank you, and if you please, and I love you, and everything...
Bessie said she thought that "wow" had meant no, not yes. First, the mischievous puppy started a little black and white rabbit, and sent it scampering away as fast as its feet could carry it, rushing after it among all the underbrush and briars, and never heeding the coaxing calls of his little mistresses or the louder...
"I'll show you," said Fanny, good-naturedly, and she threw open the door and window shutters, letting in the light and air. "This is our new dairy, Mrs. Bradford," she continued, as the older people came nearer. "Will you not walk in with the other ladies and gentlemen?" The whole party were well pleased to enter the n...
"Indeed we do," said Fanny. "I am going to churn now, and if your mother will let you stay, you may see how I do it." Permission was given, and the grown people went away, leaving Maggie and Bessie with the good-natured Fanny. "Could you let us help you a little?" asked Bessie. "Help me?" repeated Fanny, looking with a...
"Oh, we are accustomed to it," said Bessie. "We have a little churn at home, and we churn water, only it never makes butter." "No, I suppose not," said Fanny. "And now would you like a drink after your walk?" The children said they would, and taking down a dipper from the wall, Fanny gave them a drink of the rich, cold...
The butter did not come by any means as quickly as the children expected, even when Fanny took hold; and, tired of waiting for it, they presently began to amuse themselves with sailing the acorn cups which they had picked up in their walk, in the stream which ran through the dairy. It was great fun to launch them at th...
III. _A VISIT TO AUNT PATTY._ MR. BRADFORD had brought from the city a famous rockaway, or carryall, large enough to hold all his own family and one or two persons beside; light but strong, and just the thing for these mountain roads. The first use to which it was to be put was to take them all for two visits that afte...
"Stop at Todd's cottage, if you please, Mr. Porter," said Mr. Bradford, as they came out of the forest and saw before them a small farm-house, with half a dozen out-buildings about it. "Who is Todd, papa?" asked Maggie. But before Mr. Bradford could answer, all curiosity about Todd, or why they were to stop at his hous...
"Never mind, Willie," said Mr. Bradford; "we cannot come in this afternoon. Some other day, perhaps; but now we only stopped to ask how you are coming on? How do you do, Mrs. Richards?" "Bravely, sir," answered the smiling Mrs. Richards; "and as for Willie and the baby, they are improving wonderfully, thanks to your ki...
"Willie," said Maggie, "do you enjoy being _disblinded_ just as much as you did at first?" "Oh, yes," answered Willie, laughing at Maggie's new word; "and everything looks so much nicer than it did before I was blind. Somehow, I think the world _did_ grow prettier while I could not see it, though mother says it only se...
They drove on till they came to the more open country, and saw before them Aunt Patty's house, and beyond that, the grand old homestead of which they had heard so much, and of which papa was so fond. Aunt Patty's home was a pretty, snug cottage on the side of a hill; its front covered with a beautiful trumpet creeper, ...
Glad of the permission, the little girls ran out, and turned to the paddock, where they found Frankie seated upon the donkey's back. The boys had not gone into the house, but after shaking hands with Aunt Patty at the door, had remained without in search of what amusement they could find. The donkey was the first thing...
Now this donkey was not at all accustomed to children; for those of Mr. Alexander Bradford, who lived at the homestead, seldom came to see Aunt Patty, and when they did so, they would as soon have thought of asking to ride upon her back as upon that of the donkey. To be harnessed in the little pony-carriage, and trot a...
Meanwhile Fred was off, no one knew where. At the moment Frankie had gone over the donkey's head a loud mocking laugh had resounded from behind the clump of bushes, as though the person who had given the blow were rejoicing in the mischief he had done. Fred only waited to see Frankie safely out of the water, and then, ...
"You don't think I am going to strike you?" said Fred, "a nice kind of a chap I'd be to strike a girl. I say, what did you hit that donkey for?" "I didn't," she replied sullenly, "it was him." "What did he do it for? Nobody was doing anything to him. And I'll be bound you had the will to do it." "He did it cos he had a...
"He'd better not," said Fred, "if he does, I'll fix him." "S'posin' you can catch him," she answered, growing bold and impudent, as she saw she need fear no violence from Fred. "'Taint none of your donkeys." "It was my little brother he meant to plague though," said Fred. "He'd better look out how he troubles us again....
Here the bruised and swollen knee was bathed and bound up, but Fred was forced to keep still, not only this afternoon, but for several succeeding days. It would be hard to tell with what horror the children looked upon the boy and girl whom Fred described, and who had done all this unprovoked mischief. After the donkey...
The children were all anxious to see the spot where the old burnt barn had stood, the place where Aunt Patty had saved Uncle Aleck from the fire; but all trace both of fire and barn had long since passed away, and a bright green pasture field, where a flock of sheep were feeding, took up the very ground where, as Maggi...
"I dare say Mr. Porter would give us each a little piece of ground," he said, "but then it is too late to plant things, is it not?" "Oh, no," replied his cousin, "it is only the middle of June, and there are several things which you might yet plant. Then you could join us and try for the prizes at our show, and I would...
"Oh! they are too little," said Fred. "What could such a mite as Bessie do with a garden of her own? She might dig and plant in it to be sure, but then she would not know how to take care of her flowers and things, and she would only be disappointed if she failed." "You and Harry might help her," said Ernest, "and even...
Fred was so anxious to talk over this new plan with his brother and sisters, and to ask his father and Mr. Porter what they thought of it, that he could scarcely wait to do so till it was time to go home. [Illustration] [Illustration] IV.
_LEM AND DOLLY._ As soon as they were all once more in the carriage, and the horses' heads turned homeward, Fred told what Ernest had proposed. Mr. Bradford willingly gave permission for his children to join their cousins in preparing for the flower show, and promised to furnish whatever seeds and plants it would be be...
"But we will help her, mamma," said Fred "and if she tries, and cousin Alexander thinks she has done her best, that is all that is necessary." And he told the story of little Katy and her zinnia. "I may try, mamma, may I not?" said Bessie earnestly, "Katy is a very little girl, only four years old; and I am quite old, ...