Books Should Be Free is now
Loyal Books
Free Public Domain Audiobooks & eBook Downloads
Search by: Title, Author or Keyword

Prudy Keeping House   By: (1833-1906)

Book cover

First Page:

Little Prudy's Flyaway Series.

PRUDY KEEPING HOUSE.

by

SOPHIE MAY.

Author of "Little Prudy Stories," "Dotty Dimple Stories," Etc.

Illustrated.

[Illustration: "O, WHAT A FASCINATING CREATURE!"]

[Illustration: LITTLE PRUDY'S FLYAWAY SERIES

"What is home without a mother?"

Boston 1891 Lee and Shepard Publishers 10 Milk Street next "The Old South Meeting House" New York Chas. T. Dillingham 718 and 720 Broadway

Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1870, by Lee And Shepard, In the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington.

TO MY YOUNG FRIEND, BESSIE BAKER.

CONTENTS.

I. A QUEER IDEA II. PRIDE AND ORANGES III. BORROWED JEWELS IV. GOING TO HOUSEKEEPING V. MOTHER HUBBARD'S DINNER VI. PRUDY IN A NEW LIGHT VII. A FLY IN TRINITY CHURCH VIII. DOTTY'S WINDPIPE IX. TWO LIVE CHILDREN X. "RIDING ON JACK FROST" XI. THE JEWEL CABINET XII. "FOLDED EYES"

PRUDY KEEPING HOUSE.

CHAPTER I.

A QUEER IDEA.

One of Mrs. Allen's bay windows stood open. Between the ivies, tuberoses, and lilies, you caught a glimpse of gilded walls and rare paintings. Better than all, you saw four young faces looking out at a snow storm; Dotty with eyes like living diamonds, Prudy fair and sweet, Horace lordly and wise; and the little one "with dove's eyes" following every motion of his head, as if she were a sunflower, and he the sun.

"Please shut the window, quick, Horace; the plants will freeze," said Prudy, drawing in her powdered head.

"Things don't freeze in cloudy weather, Prue; but you children will catch cold; so here goes."

"O, Hollis, don't those snow specks look like little bits o' birdies, athout any wings or any feathers, too?"

"Droll birds they would be," said Aunt Madge. "That reminds me of an old riddle, children,

"'White bird featherless Flew out of Paradise, Lit on the castle wall; Came a knight breathless, Ate it up toothless, Rode away horseless.'"

"Why, auntie, the 'bird featherless' must have been the snow; but who was the knight!"

"Who rides over the sky without any horse, Dotty, and melts snow by shining on it?"

"O, the sun the sun!"

"Hollis, I want to ask you sumpin. Does those snow specks fly down out o' heaven? Does the little angels see 'em?"

"No, Topknot; they only come from the clouds; they are nowhere near up to the little angels."

"Not half so near as you are, Goldilocks," said Aunt Madge, brushing back the child's soft hair.

"I hope you don't mean Fly's going to die," cried Dotty, in sudden alarm, remembering how crossly she had spoken to the child two or three times since they had been in New York.

"No, Dotty; I only mean that we are told, in the Bible, there are 'ministering spirits,' and we believe they watch over good little children."

"O, my shole!" said Fly, folding her tiny hands, and raising her eyes to the top of the window. "Nice, pretty little spirricks out there, only but I can't see 'em."

"No, Miss Eyebright; not even you. Wait till you go where they live."

"Wisht I could go up there now, a visiting; stay all night, and three weeks and then "

"Hush, Fly Clifford; you're the wickedest girl to talk," said Dotty. "I shouldn't ever expect to go to heaven at all, if I said such things as you do. O, auntie, I am so sorry it storms! Maria and her mother won't come will they?"

Maria Brooks was a little blind girl with whom the family were just making acquaintance. A few days before, when she was walking Broadway, led by her "freckled doggie," Fly, lost on the street, had spied her, and been attracted by the dog, and Maria had persuaded the child to go home with her. Afterwards Mrs. Brooks had taken Fly back to Colonel Allen's; and in this way Aunt Madge had learned about Maria's blindness, and had offered to take her to a physician who could help her, if any one could.

"Yes, Dotty; I presume they will come to day, for Maria can hardly wait to have the doctor look at her eyes."

"Of course they'll come," said Horace; "who ever heard of brooks minding the weather? Rain water agrees with 'em... Continue reading book >>




eBook Downloads
ePUB eBook
• iBooks for iPhone and iPad
• Nook
• Sony Reader
Kindle eBook
• Mobi file format for Kindle
Read eBook
• Load eBook in browser
Text File eBook
• Computers
• Windows
• Mac

Review this book



Popular Genres
More Genres
Languages
Paid Books