"In summer you have green peas and fruit, and huckleberries and other berries.

"In winter you have mola.s.ses candy and pop-corn and mince-pies and preserves and a good many more roast turkeys, (another boy interrupting) and all kinds of everything put up air-tight!"

(Teacher.) Order, order, gentlemen. One shot at a time.

"In summer you have Independent Day, and that"s the best day there is.

For if it hadn"t been for that, we should have to mind Queen Victoria.



"In winter you have Thanksgiving Day and Forefather"s Day and Christmas and Happy New-Year Day and the Twenty-second of February, and that"s Washington"s Birthday. And if it hadn"t been for that we should have to mind Queen Victoria."

When the time was up the teacher told all that had changed their minds to change their sides, and some of the Summers came over to ours, but the Winters all stayed. Then the teacher made some remarks, and said how glad we ought to be that there were different kinds of fun and beautiful things all the year round. Bubby Short says he"s sure he"s glad, for if a feller couldn"t have fun what would he do? After we got out doors the summer ones that didn"t go over hollered out to the other ones that did, "Ho! ho! Winter killed! Winter killed! "Fore I"d be Winter killed! Frost bit! Frost bit! "Fore I"d be Frost bit!"

I should like to see my sister"s blue boots. I am very careful when I go a skating. There isn"t any spring-hole in our pond. I don"t know where my handkerchiefs go to.

Your affectionate Grandson,

WILLIAM HENRY.

P. S. Don"t keep awake. I"ll look out. Bubby Short"s folks write just so to him. And Dorry"s. I wonder what makes everybody think boys want to be drowned?

The boys must have been much interested in that "Debating Society." When William Henry was at home he frequently started a question, and called upon all to take sides.

_Georgiana to William Henry._

MY DEAR BROTHER,--

Yesterday I went to Aunt Phebe"s to eat supper, and had on my light blue boots Uncle Jacob brought me when he went away. He dragged me over because "t was snowing, for he said the party couldn"t be put off because they had got all ready. But the party wasn"t anybody but me, but he"s all the time funning. Aunt Phebe"s little Tommy he had some new rubber boots, but they didn"t get there till after supper, and then "t was "most his bedtime. But he got into the boots and walked all round with them after his nightgown was on, and the nightgown hung down all over the rubber boots. And when they wanted to put him in his crib he didn"t want to take them off, so Uncle Jacob said better let the boots stay on till he got asleep, and then pull "em off softly as she could.

Then they put him in the crib and let the boots stick out one side, without any bed-clothes being put over them. But we guessed he dreamed about his boots, because soon as they pulled "em a little bit, he reached down to the boots and held on. But when he got sound asleep then she pulled "em off softly and stood "em up in the corner. I carried my work with me, and "t was the handkerchief that is going to be put in this letter. Aunt Phebe thinks some of the st.i.tches are quite nice. She says you must excuse that one in the corner, not where your name is, but next one to it. The snow-storm was so bad I stayed all night, and they made some corn-b.a.l.l.s, and Uncle Jacob pa.s.sed them round to me first, because I was the party, in the best waiter.

And we had a good time seeing some little pigs that the old pig stepped on,--six little pigs, about as big as puppies, that had little tails, and she wouldn"t take a mite of care of them. She won"t let them get close up to her to keep warm, and keeps a stepping on "em all the time, and broke one"s leg. She"s a horrid old pig, and Uncle Jacob was afraid they might freeze to death in the night, and Aunt Phebe found a basket, a quite large basket, and put some cotton-wool in it. Then put in the pigs. When "t was bedtime some bricks were put on the stove, and then he put the basket with the little pigs in it on top of the bricks, but put ashes on the fire first, so they could keep warm all night. And in the night they kept him awake, making little squealy noises, and he thought the fire would get hot and roast them, and once one climbed up over and tumbled down on to the floor and "most killed himself so he died afterwards. And he says he feels very sleepy to-day, watching with the little pigs all night. For soon as "t was daylight, and before too, Tommy jumped out and cried to have his rubber boots took into bed with him, and then the roosters crowed so loud in the hen-house close to his bedroom window that he couldn"t take a nap. He told me to send to you in my letter a question to talk about where you did about summer and winter. Why do roosters crow in the morning?

Two of the little pigs were dead in the morning, beside that one that killed itself dropping down, and now two more are dead. She is keeping this last one in a warm place, for they don"t dare to let it go into the pig-sty, for fear she would step on it or eat it up, for he says she"s worse than a cannibal. But I don"t know what that is. He says they kill men and eat them alive, but I guess he"s funning. She dips a sponge in milk and lets that last little pig suck that sponge.

Grandmother wants to know if little Rosy has got any good warm mittens.

Wants to know if Mr. Sky Blue has. And you must count your handkerchiefs every week, she says. Little Tommy went out with his rubber boots, and waded way into such a deep snow-bank he couldn"t get himself out, and when they lifted him up they lifted him right out of his rubber boots.

Then he cried. Tommy"s cut off a piece of his own hair.

Your affectionate sister,

GEORGIANA.

_William Henry to his Sister._

MY DEAR SISTER,--

You can tell Grandmother that Lame Betsey knit a pair for Gapper Sky Blue, blue ones with white spots, and little Rosy has got an old pair.

You are a very good little girl to hem handkerchiefs. I think you hemmed that one very well. It came last night, and we looked for that long st.i.tch to excuse it, and Dorry said it ought to be, for he guessed that was the st.i.tch that saved nine. When the letter came, Dorry and Bubby Short and Old Wonder Boy and I were sitting together, studying. When I read about the pigs I tell you if they didn"t laugh! And when that little piggy dropped out of the basket Bubby Short dropped down on the floor and laughed so loud we had to stop him. Dorry said, "Let"s play have a Debating Society, and take Uncle Jacob"s question." And we did.

First Old Wonder Boy stood up. And he said they crowed in the morning to tell people "t was time to get up and to let everybody know they themselves were up and stirring about. Said he"d lain awake mornings, down in Jersey, and listened and heard "em say just as plain as day.

"I"m up and you ought to, too! And you ought to, too!"

Then Bubby Short stood up and said he thought they were telling the other ones to keep in their own yards, and not be flying over where they didn"t belong. Said he"d lain awake in the morning and heard "em say, just as plain as day, "If you do, I"ll give it to you! I"ll give it to you oo oo oo!"

But a little chap that had come to hear what was going on said "t was more likely they were daring each other to come on and fight. For he"d lain awake in the morning and listened and heard "em say, "Come on if you dare, for I can whip you oo oo!"

Then "t was my turn, and I stood up and said I guessed the best crower kept a crowing school, and was showing all the young ones how to scale up and down, same as the singing-master did. For I"d lain awake in the morning and heard first the old one crow, and then the little ones try to. And heard the old one say, just as plain as day, "Open your mouth wide and do as I do! Do as I do!" and then the young ones say, "Can"t quite do so! Can"t quite do so!"

Dorry said he never was wide awake enough in the morning to hear what anybody said, but he"d always understood they were talking about the weather, and giving the hens their orders for the day, telling which to lay and which to set, and where the good places were to steal nests, and where there"d been anything planted they could scratch up again, and how to bring up their chickens, and to look out and not hatch ducks" eggs.

The teacher opened the door then to see if we were all studying our lessons, so the Debating Society stopped.

Should you like to hear about our going to take a great big sleigh-ride?

The whole school went together in great big sleighs with four horses. We had flags flying, and I tell you if "t wasn"t a bully go! We went ten miles. We went by a good many schoolhouses, where the boys were out, and they"d up and hurrah, and then we"d hurrah back again. And one lot of fellers, if they didn"t let the s...o...b..a.l.l.s fly at us! And we wanted our driver to stop, and let us give it to "em good. But he wouldn"t do it.

One little chap hung his sled on behind and couldn"t get it unhitched again, for some of our fellers kept hold, and we carried him off more than a mile. Then he began to cry. Then the teacher heard him, and had the sleigh stopped, and took him in and he went all the way with us. He lost his mittens trying to unhitch it, and his hands ached, but he made believe laugh, and we put him down in the bottom to warm "em in the hay.

We "most ran over an old beggar-woman, in one place between two drifts, where there wasn"t very much room to turn out. I guess she was deaf. We all stood up and shouted and bawled at her and the driver held "em in tight. And just as their noses almost touched her she looked round, and then she was so scared she didn"t know what to do, but just stood still to let herself be run over. But the driver hollered and made signs for her to stand close up to the drift, and then there"d be room enough.

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When I got home I found my bundle and the tin box rolled up in that new jacket, with all that good jelly in it. Old Wonder Boy peeped in and says he, "O, there"s quite some jelly in there, isn"t there?" He says down in Jersey they make nice quince-jelly out of apple-parings, and said "t was true, for he"d eaten some. Dorry said he knew that was common in Ireland, but never knew "t was done in this country. Dorry says you must keep us posted about the last of the piggies. Keep your pretty blue boots nice for Brother Billy to see, won"t you? Thank you for hemming that pretty handkerchief. I"ve counted my handkerchiefs a good many times, but counting "em don"t make any difference.

From your affectionate Brother,

WILLIAM HENRY.

The course of true love it seems did not always ran smooth with Dorry and William Henry.

_William Henry to his Grandmother._

MY DEAR GRANDMOTHER,--

This is only a short letter that I am going to write to you, because I don"t feel like writing any. But when I don"t write then you think I have the measles, else drowned in the pond, and I"ll write a little, but I feel so sober I don"t feel like writing very much. I suppose you will say,--what are you feeling so sober about? Well, seems if I didn"t have any fun now, for Dorry and I we"ve got mad at each other. And he don"t hardly speak to me, and I don"t to him either; and if he don"t want to be needn"t, for I don"t mean to be fooling round im, and trying to get him to, if he don"t want to.

Last night we all went out to coast, and the teachers and a good many ladies and girls, and we were going to see which was the champion sled.

But something else happened first. The top of the hill was all bare, and before they all got there some of the fellers were scuffling together for fun, and Dorry and I we tried to take each other down.

First of it "t was all in fun, but then it got more in earnest, and he hit me in the face so hard it made me mad, and I hit him and he got mad too.

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Then we began to coast, for the people had all got there. Dorry"s and mine were the two swiftest ones, and we kept near each other, but his slewed round some, and he said I hit it with my foot he guessed, and then we had some words, and I don"t know what we did both say; but now we keep away from each other, and it seems so funny I don"t know what to do. The teacher asked me to go over to the stable to-day, for he lost a bunch of compositions and thought they might have dropped out of his pocket, when we went to take that sleigh-ride. And I was just going to say, "Come on, Old Dorrymas!" before I thought.

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