Little Grandfather   By: Sophie May (1833-1906)

[Illustration: LITTLE GRANDFATHER.

ILLUSTRATED

LEE & SHEPARD, BOSTON]

LITTLE PRUDY'S FLYAWAY SERIES.

LITTLE GRANDFATHER.

BY

SOPHIE MAY,

AUTHOR OF "LITTLE PRUDY STORIES," "DOTTY DIMPLE STORIES," "THE DOCTOR'S DAUGHTER." ETC.

ILLUSTRATED.

BOSTON: LEE AND SHEPARD, PUBLISHERS.

NEW YORK: LEE, SHEPARD AND DILLINGHAM. 1874.

Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1873,

BY LEE AND SHEPARD,

In the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington.

Electrotyped at the Boston Stereotype Foundry, No. 19 Spring Lane.

DEDICATION.

TO

LITTLE MARY TOBEY.

LITTLE PRUDY'S FLYAWAY SERIES.

TO BE COMPLETED IN SIX VOLS.

1. LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY.

2. PRUDY KEEPING HOUSE.

3. AUNT MADGE'S STORY.

4. LITTLE GRANDMOTHER.

5. LITTLE GRANDFATHER.

6. (In preparation.)

CONTENTS

CHAPTER PAGE.

I. THE PARLINS. 9

II. WALKING IN SLEEP. 21

III. THE TRUNDLE BED. 41

IV. THE OX MONEY. 53

V. THE BOY THAT WORE HOME THE MEDAL. 63

VI. THE BOY THAT MEANT TO MIND HIS MOTHER. 80

VII. THE BOY THAT CHEATED. 97

VIII. THE "NEVER GIVE UPS." 113

IX. THE MUSTER. 134

X. GOING TO SEA. 153

XI. TO THE FORKS. 173

XII. "I HA'E NAEBODY NOW." 197

XIII. CONCLUSION. 215

LITTLE GRANDFATHER.

CHAPTER I.

THE PARLINS.

He did look so funny when they first put him into "pocket clothes!" His green "breeches" were so tight that they made you think of two pods of marrow fat peas, only they were topped off with a pair of "rocco" shoes, as red as bell peppers. He had silver buckles on his shoes, and brass buttons on his green jacket, which was fastened at the back. He had a white collar about his neck as large as a small cape, and finished off around the edge with a ruffle. His mother had snipped his dark locks so they needn't look so much like a girl's; and then with his brown fur hat on, which his grandfather Cheever had sent from Boston, he looked in the glass and smiled at himself.

Do you wonder he smiled?

He had bright black eyes, red cheeks, and a rich, dark skin. He was a handsome little creature; but when he was tanned, his brother Stephen called him a "Pawnee Indian," which was a heavy joke, and sank deeper into Willy's tender soul than Stephen suspected.

After he had viewed himself in the mirror, dressed in his new suit, he ran to his best comforter, his mother, and said, with a quivering lip,

"Isn't I most white, mamma?"

His mother caught him to her breast and hugged him, brown fur hat and all, and told him he mustn't mind Steenie's jokes; he was not an Indian, and Molly Molasses the squaw who came around with baskets to sell would never carry him off.

He was three years old at this time, and so full of high spirits and health, that he was rather a troublesome child to manage. Mrs. Parlin sometimes remarked, with a sigh and a smile,

"I don't know what I shall do with our Willy!"

If she had said, "I don't know what I should do without him," it would have been nearer the truth; for never did mother dote more on a child. He was the youngest, and two little children next older a son and a daughter had been called to their heavenly home before he was born. People said Mrs. Parlin was in a fair way to spoil Willy, and her husband was so afraid of it, that he felt it his duty to be very stern with the boy.