Little Grandmother

y has come. Let us forget that "live dollar" (perhaps

a pair of white cotton gloves. Don't laugh, little city folks! This was all very fine, sixty years ago, in a backwoods town. But look at her feet, and you must laugh! Her shoes were of the finest red broadcloth, and Mrs. Lyman had made them herself out of pieces of her own cloak and some soft leather left in the house by Mr. Piper, the shoe

ne of the best farms in the county, and more money than any one else in Perseveran

ind him on a pillion. She was a graceful rider, but of course she had to put one arm around the doctor to keep from falling off. This would be an odd sight now to you or me, but Patty was so used to seein

sister Mary, "come back

as hopping. She went and took Mary's ha

s 'way ahead of us. I want to run and swing my a

ty said, "Good morning, Sally," with quite an air. But when Linda Chase came alon

lks don't like to see little gir

just alighting upon a horse-block. "Good morning, Li

ess she don't like bosom-pins," thought P

ar;' it's because I-well, she s'poses I gave tha

ad to say P

he house, and indeed the pulpit was in a gallery, up, up, ever so high, with a sounding-board over the preacher's head. Right in the middle of the church was a box stove, but you could see that it was not

e the rest of the great square boxes,-for that was what they looked like,-the seat

long features. He wore a large turned-down collar and a white neckerchief, stuffed round the throat with what was called a pudding, and the ends of the neckerchief were so very long that they hung half way down his vest. Everybody

vejoy read a long, long psalm, and the people rose again to hear it

looked at one another in surprise, and some with frowns on their faces. Never had an instrument of music of any sort been brought

out it; they could not have "dance music" in that holy place. Deacon Turner and a great many others

t Patty thought it was exactly right; and when she heard a minister preach without the sing-song, she knew it must be wro

ill, and let other people liste

hat dreadful tithing-man up in the gallery, thought his lecture had done that "flighty

and keeping her eyes away from Daddy Wiggins, who always made her want to laugh. At last the sermon was over, and the

Sabbath school books; and the only part of the day which seemed to be made for them was the even

o idea how it looks. After supper Mrs. Lyman called the children into her bedroom, shut the d

sm was as holy as the Bibl

cheu

limb

ord t

ed of laughing at the picture of dried-up littl

s lap, would try to do it too. They all enjoyed these Sunday evenings in "mother's bedroom," for Mr

u shalt not covet." When Patty understood what it me

was th

Linda Chase's bosom-pin? I