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Polly of Pebbly Pit   By: (1868-1932)

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POLLY OF PEBBLY PIT

BY

LILLIAN ELIZABETH ROY

Author of Polly and Eleanor, Polly in New York, Polly and Her Friends Abroad, Polly's Business Venture.

Illustrated 1922

TO MY DEAR FRIENDS, SARAH J. BATTEY, M.D., AND BRYAN M. BATTEY.

CONTENTS

CHAPTER

I THE FARM IN PEBBLY PIT

II A MOMENTOUS LETTER

III PREPARING FOR THE UNKNOWN

IV THE "SERVANT PROBLEM" SOLVED

V UNPLEASANT SURPRISES

VI THE HARROWING DETAILS

VII A LITTLE SCHEME THAT WORKED

VIII ACCLIMATING THE CITY GIRLS

IX SEVERAL MISUNDERSTANDINGS

X THE DANCE AT BEAR FORKS

XI IN THE WILDERNESS

XII THE BLIZZARD ON GRIZZLY SLIDE

XIII A NIGHT IN THE CAVE

XIV OLD MONTRESOR'S LEGACY

XV MONTRESOR'S CLAIM is JUSTIFIED

XVI A YOUNG STRANGER IN OAK CREEK

XVII SARY'S AMBITIONS

CHAPTER I

THE FARM IN PEBBLY PIT

"Polly! Poll ee!" sounded musically from the direction of the kitchen doorway in a ranch house, and reached Polly Brewster as she knelt beside her pet in the barn.

"Run outside and see what Maw wants, Poll," said Mr. Brewster, who was working faithfully over the object of Polly's solicitous devotion.

Obediently, Polly ran out and shaded her eyes as she gazed across the great depression of the volcanic crater which had made such a wonderful farm for the Brewsters. At the door of the long, squat homestead, stood Mrs. Brewster, waiting for an answer.

The moment she saw Polly, she called: "Din ner r's ready!"

"All right!" shouted the girl, waving her sun bonnet to signify she had heard the message.

Mrs. Brewster returned to the kitchen and Polly went back to her father's side. He glanced up as she entered the barn, and Polly replied to his questioning look.

"Maw said dinner's ready."

"Well, Ah reckon Noddy's all right now, Poll," said the rancher, as he stood up to stretch his tired muscles.

"I felt sure she would be, Paw," returned Polly, positively.

"If only Jeb was about, now, Ah could leave him with Noddy, with directions about the medicine, till we all get back from dinner," mused Mr. Brewster, standing in the doorway to look about for Jeb.

"Why, Daddy! Do you suppose I'd leave Noddy with Jeb for a single moment? And just as we saved her life, too! I reckon not! I'll stop here myself and watch her," declared Polly with finality, as she assumed the post vacated by her father, and held the little burro's fuzzy head upon her knees.

Sam Brewster smiled as he watched Polly bend over her pet and whisper affectionately in the long, sensitive ear.

"Poll, Jeb will shore say you used witchcraft on the burro; he said Noddy was done for being buried under that slide the way she was."

"Noddy would have been done for if Jeb had had her in charge; but she just couldn't refuse to live, with me right here calling her back, you know. She loves me so, she had to listen to my voice," explained Polly, with suspicious moisture in her big blue eyes.

"Ah reckon that's it, Poll! Love works wonders if we'd only let it. And you love everything in a way that everything loves you back again. It beats me, how the beavers, and foxes, and even the bears treat you as if you were one of them, instead of running to cover. As for the chicks and colts and lambs on the ranch why, they'd follow you to Oak Creek, if they could!"

Polly smiled happily as she looked away over the distant mountain sides where Nature's creatures roamed unrestrained. And then her eyes rested upon the pastures nearer home, where the farm pets grazed. Every one of them, wild or tame, were her friends.

"Reckon Ah'll go now, Poll. What shall Maw do about the dinner?"

"Tell her not to bother about me. I'll wash the dishes' when I get back, Daddy."

So Mr. Brewster started for the house and Polly settled herself in a more comfortable position while crooning to little Noddy. As she sat holding the little burro's head, her thoughts wandered back to the time when Noddy was but three days old. The mother had died and left the tiny bundle of brown wool to be brought up on a nursing bottle... Continue reading book >>




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