BRAVE PRESTON GRAY.
"Never saw such folks for jelly; they eat it by the quart. Wish I could
be sick once in a while, and get some myself," muttered Preston, as he
settled his school-book under his arm, and took the cup his mother had
brought to the door.
It was Jimmy Proudfit who was sick now, and Mrs. Gray was in the habit
of sending him little dainties by Preston, who often grumbled about it,
and said he was "tired of the whole Proudfit family." Mrs. Gray never
took any notice of these unfeeling remarks, knowing they meant nothing,
for Preston was an extremely kind-hearted boy. He had a few faults, of
course, and one of them was a strong dislike for doing errands. He was
on his way now to recite a Latin lesson to his kind teacher, Mr.
Garland; and, as usual, the twin cousins were close at his heels,
skipping and dancing, for they never could walk when they felt truly
gay.
"Where are you going?" asked Preston, looking back through his
spectacles.
"Going up on the bank to play 'Uncle Tom.' Blanche Jones and Fanny
Townsend and everybody else is going, and 'twill be just splendid,"
replied Flaxie, as Preston walked up to Mrs. Proudfit's door to deliver
the jelly.
There were four children playing in the sand this time, and one of them
was Patty. The twin cousins thought they would go by them without
turning their heads, but Patty called out, "Where are you running to in
such a hurry?"
"Oh, we're going up to play on the bank there somewhere," replied
Flaxie, trying to shake off the baby, who had been eating candy and was
pulling at her frock with his sticky fingers.
"Up on the bank? Well, I'm agoin' too," said that black-eyed,
disagreeable Patty.
And without waiting to see whether she was wanted or not, she followed
along with her two dirty sisters; and behind them toddled the baby!
Preston marched on in front, looking very much amused; but Flaxie's face
was quite red. She pinched Milly's arm, and then Milly pinched hers. It
was a strange way to go to a party--_the_ party of the season; and
Flaxie had a great mind to run home; only her mother had charged her
again and again not to be rude; so she said in a very calm, polite
manner:
"Patty, don't you think 'twould be a good plan for you to go in the
house and see Jimmy? He's sick."
Patty only laughed, and the four children scuffled along just the same
behind Flaxie and Milly, making the dirt fly with their bare toes.
Oh, it was all very well for Preston to whistle! It didn't trouble
_him_, of course, for _he_ wasn't going to the party! He stopped in a
few minutes at Mr. Garland's beautiful brown house with the green vines
around it, and made a low bow as he said "Good-bye."
Flaxie scowled. What would Fanny Townsend and Blanche Jones and all the
other nice girls say to see her bringing along such a train of dirty
gypsies? She and Milly kept close together, never turning their heads
till they came to the place "on the bank up there somewhere," where they
were to have the party.
Fanny and Blanche, and nearly everybody else, had arrived already, in
clean frocks, with faces just washed; and, dear! dear! who wanted those
Proudfits? But the little girls in Laurel Grove were for the most part
very well-bred, so they said, "How do you do, Patty?" and "How do you
do, Gretty?" and "How do you do, Baby?" just as if they had expected the
whole family; though it was really a picnic party, and nobody had a
right to come to it without an invitation. Patty kept close beside
Flaxie; but Bubby, the fourteen months' old baby, made himself generally
disagreeable by wiping the candy and sand off his hands upon the little
girls' skirts.
"Let's play something," said Flaxie nervously.
It was a beautiful place to play. There were trees for hide-and-seek,
flat spots for croquet, and little hills and hollows for everything
else. The village children used this for a sort of park, and the river
seemed to look on and laugh to see them so gay. It was a very sober,
steady river above and below, but right here it went leaping and
tumbling over some rocks, making a merry cascade,--just for fun, you
would think. The children liked to skip stones and see them spin up and
down in the foam; but they had been warned not to go too near the bank.
Nobody had ever fallen in yet, but it wasn't a safe place for very
little folks, certainly not for roly-poly babies like Bubby Proudfit. He
was very clumsy, falling down, rolling over, and picking himself up
again every five minutes. Patty meant to watch him, but he was not very
interesting, and the little girls quite bewitched her with their kind
smiles and pretty ways.
Flaxie Frizzle was one of the youngest, but led off in most of the
games. She was little Eva, and died on a bed of grass "elegantly," while
everybody else groaned and howled, especially poor Uncle Tom. Uncle Tom
was Milly, in a black mask of Preston's, which had been played with till
it was cracked in fifty places, and made Uncle Tom look about two
hundred years old.
Then they had the "Old Woman in the Shoe," and Flaxie was a fierce and
cruel mother, whipping her children so "soundly" that you could hear
them scream half a mile off.
Patty thought all this was beautiful, and a longing look came into her
bold black eyes, as she gazed at the old woman.
"Oh, if _I_ could wear red stockings, with flowers on them, like Flaxie!
If _I_ could be a doctor's little girl, and live in a house with blinds
and trees and flowers, and have a cousin come to see _me_!"
It wasn't strange that Patty should feel like this, and want to cover up
her bare feet in the grass; but in admiring Flaxie she forgot entirely
to watch Bubby, and that was a great mistake. _He_ didn't care, he never
liked to be watched; it was fine fun to see the whole world before him
and go just where he chose. Didn't the trees and grass and flowers all
belong to him! To be sure they did, and he meant to carry some of them
home. But while he was trudging about, and making up his little mind
where he would begin to pull, he espied the river sparkling in the sun,
and that was finest of all. "Pitty, pitty!" cried he, and thought he
would carry the river home too. How nice it would be to splash in! He
fairly shouted at the idea, for having never seen a bath-tub, he hadn't
learned to be afraid of soap and water. "Pitty, pitty!" said he,
toddling down with outstretched hands toward the dashing, dancing,
merry, white cascade; while the children, running away from the terrible
old woman, and trying to see which could scream loudest, never saw or
heard him at all.
Ah, baby, foolish baby, do you think you can seize that bright river and
carry it home? No, it is the bright river that is going to seize _you_,
unless somebody stops your little feet before they get to the brink!
About this time Preston Gray had finished reciting his lesson. It was
not a very good one, though his teacher found no fault whatever; and now
instead of going home, Preston strolled along toward the "Children's
Park," thinking how strange it was that little girls should scream so
much louder than boys at their games.
"Flaxie is a gay one," said he, as he saw her chasing her children with
a white birch switch; but at that moment he saw something else that made
his heart stand still. The Proudfit baby was scrambling down the bank,
just above the falls!
Preston called out, but it was of no use; there was not a man to be
seen, and if there had been twenty men they could have heard nothing,
while the little girls were making such a noise. He ran with all his
might, but by the time he reached the bank, the baby had tumbled
headlong into the river!
What was to be done? Preston was only a little boy himself, let me tell
you, and though he had learned to swim, the current was strong right
here, and there was great danger of his being carried over the falls.
What would _you_ have done, my little reader? Perhaps you would have
stopped to think a good many times, saying to yourself:
"Oh, I don't dare, I don't dare!"
And then, ah, _then_, it might have been too late!
Preston was called a slow boy, but he didn't stop to think once; he did
his thinking while he was pulling off his shoes.
"I must do it!" that was all he thought. And then he dashed in.
Bubby was in deep water already, and his struggles were carrying him
down stream. Preston seized him by his calico frock, and tried to drag
him toward the bank; but that dreadful baby had always had a habit of
nipping at everything like a snapping-turtle, and now he caught
Preston's throat between his thumb and forefinger, half strangling him.
And, oh, the current was so swift!
For a moment it was life or death with both of them; but Preston managed
to unclasp the tiny hand, hold it down, and land the poor little fellow
safe at last.
"God helped me--I knew he would!" thought brave Preston Gray, as he drew
his first long breath on the bank.
Of course all the little girls had gathered around him, screaming in
chorus, and it was a noisy procession that followed the weeping Patty
down the street, with the dripping baby in her arms.
"'Twas my brother that saved him, 'twas my brother Preston!" cried
Flaxie to everybody they met. "He jumped into the river and pulled out
the baby!"
That wasn't the end of it. There was another procession in the evening,
and this one stopped at Dr. Gray's gate. It was the Brass Band, out in
uniform; but Preston hadn't the least idea what for, till the men paused
at the end of a tune, swung their caps, and gave "Three cheers for
Master Preston Gray!"
Even then he didn't understand. He hid behind his father and thought he
_should_ like to know what his mother was crying about.
"Hurrah!" said the leader again, Major Patten, swinging his tall fur
cap, which was the pride of the whole company; "hurrah for the boy that
risked his life to save a drowning baby!"
"Oh, is that it? Anybody'd have done that!" thought little Preston,
hiding again. He was a modest boy; but his sister Flaxie, you know, was
quite too bold.
"Why don't he come out?" whispered she, pulling at his sleeve.
"Hush, let him alone," said Dr. Gray, with tears in his eyes.
And then he raised the noble boy in his arms, so the men could see him,
for that was what they wanted. But still Preston hid his face. His heart
was full, and he _couldn't_ look up when those people were praising him
so.
By this time there were lamps lighted in every window of Dr. Gray's
house, and even in the trees; and though the moon was shining her best,
Major Patten, with the wonderful fur cap, asked Preston to stand beside
him and hold a lamp, that he might see to read his music.
Preston stood there with the light shining on his pure, good face; and
then the men played, "See the Conquering Hero comes," the
"Marsellaise," and a dozen other tunes, while their uniforms made such a
dazzle of red and gold that Flaxie could not help dancing about like a
wild thing for joy.
It was not so with thoughtful Milly. She snuggled down on the piazza
beside Julia, and looked on quietly.
"I'm glad Preston was so good," thought she; "perhaps he wouldn't have
been so very good if he hadn't had those blind eyes and spectacles. How
God must love him! Papa says Julia is like a little candle, and I'm sure
Preston is like a candle too. Why, where _is_ Flaxie going now?"
Flaxie was flying down the hill after Henry, the stable-boy. She had
heard her papa tell him to go to Mr. Springer's for some ice-cream, and
she wanted to say: "Get it pink, Henry; get the pinkest ice-cream you
can find!"
Then when the men were seated all about the yard and on the piazza,
eating their pink ice-cream, somebody threw up a rocket; and that was
the end of the gayest, brightest evening our little friend Flaxie
Frizzle had ever known in her life.
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and we do not hesitate to say develops the rarest sort of genius in the
specialty of depicting smart little children."--Hartford Post.
LEE AND SHEPARD, PUBLISHERS, BOSTON.
COPYRIGHT, 1884, BY LEE AND SHEPARD.
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[Illustration]
"The children will not be left without healthful entertainment and
kindly instruction so long as Sophie May (Miss Rebecca S. Clarke) lives
and wields her graceful pen in their behalf, Miss Clarke has made a
close and loving study of childhood, and she is almost idolized by the
crowd of 'nephews and nieces' who claim her as aunt. Nothing to us can
ever be quite so delightfully charming as were the 'Dotty Dimple' and
the 'Little Prudy' books to our youthful imagination, but we have no
doubt the little folks of to-day will find the story of 'Flaxie Frizzle'
and her young friends just as fascinating. There is a sprightliness
about all of Miss Clarke's books that attracts the young, and their
purity, their absolute cleanliness, renders them invaluable in the eyes
of parents and all who are interested in the welfare of children."--
Morning Star.
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of its fun, the fun of its seriousness, the naturalness of its plays,
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LITTLE PRUDY.
LITTLE PRUDY'S SISTER SUSIE.
LITTLE PRUDY'S CAPTAIN HORACE.
LITTLE PRUDY'S COUSIN GRACE.
LITTLE PRUDY'S STORY BOOK.
LITTLE PRUDY'S DOTTY DIMPLE.
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LITTLE PRUDY.
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season for children. The authoress has a genius for story-telling.
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it shows a genius akin to that of the great masters. It is a positive
kindness to the little ones to remind their parents that there is such a
book as Little Prudy."--Springfield Republican.
LITTLE PRUDY'S SISTER SUSIE.
"Every little girl and boy who has made the acquaintance of that funny
'Little Prudy' will be eager to read this book, in which she figures
quite as largely as her bigger sister, though the joys and troubles of
poor Susie make a very interesting story."--Portland Transcript.
"Certainly one of the most cunning, natural, and witty little books we
ever read."--Hartford Press.
LITTLE PRUDY'S CAPTAIN HORACE.
"These are such as none but Sophie May can write, and we know not where
to look for two more choice and beautiful volumes--Susie for girls and
Horace for boys. They are not only amusing and wonderfully entertaining,
but teach most effective lessons of patience, kindness, and
truthfulness. Our readers will find a good deal in them about Prudy, for
so many things are always happening to her that the author finds it
impossible to keep her out."
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[Illustration: "There were a few articles to be ironed for the bride,
and Prudy had a mind to try the Jewish flatirons; so, with Barbara's
leave, she smoothed out some handkerchiefs on a chair."]
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LITTLE PRUDY'S STORY BOOK.
"This story book is a great favorite with the little folks, for it
contains just such stories as they like to hear their aunt and older
sister tell; and learn them by heart and tell them over to one another
as they set out the best infant tea-set, or piece a baby-quilt, or dress
dolls, or roll marbles. A book to put on the book-shelf in the playroom
where Susie and Prudy, Captain Horace, Cousin Grace, and all the rest of
the 'Little Prudy' folks are kept."--Vermont Record.
LITTLE PRUDY'S COUSIN GRACE.
"An exquisite picture of little-girl life at school and at home, and
gives an entertaining account of a secret society which originated in
the fertile brain of Grace, passed some comical resolutions at first,
but was finally converted into a Soldier's Aid Society. Full of life,
and fire, and good advice; the latter sugar-coated, of course, to suit
the taste of little folks."--Press.
LITTLE PRUDY'S DOTTY DIMPLE.
"Dotty Dimple is the plague of Prudy's life, and yet she loves her
dearly. Both are rare articles in juvenile literature, as real as Eva
and Topsy of 'Uncle Tom' fame. Witty and wise, full of sport and study,
sometimes mixing the two in a confusing way, they ran bubbling through
many volumes, and make everybody wish they could never grow up or
change, they are so bright and cute."
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[Illustration: LITTLE PRUDY'S CAPTAIN HORACE.]
"You wide-awake little boys, who make whistles of willow, and go fishing
and training,--Horace is very much like you, I suppose. He is by no
means perfect, but he is brave and kind, and scorns a lie. I hope you
and he will shake hands and be friends."
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[Illustration:
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DOTTY DIMPLE STORIES
SOPHIE MAY
ILLUSTRATED
DOTTY AT PLAY.]
Six Volumes. Illustrated. Comprising:--
DOTTY DIMPLE AT HER GRANDMOTHER'S.
DOTTY DIMPLE OUT WEST.
DOTTY DIMPLE AT HOME.
DOTTY DIMPLE AT PLAY.
DOTTY DIMPLE AT SCHOOL.
DOTTY DIMPLE'S FLYAWAY.
In a neat box. Price 75 cents per volume.
[Illustration: DOTTY GOING WEST]
"'Please stop,' said Dotty faintly, and the boy came to her, elbowing.
'I want some of that pop-corn so much! I could buy it if you'd hold this
baby till I put my hand in my pocket.' The youth laughed, but for the
sake of 'making a trade' set down his basket and took the 'enfant
terrible.' There was an instant attack upon his hair, which was so long
and straggling as to prove an easy prey to the enemy."
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DOTTY DIMPLE AT HER GRANDMOTHER'S.
"Sophie May's excellent pen has perhaps never written anything more
pleasing to children, especially little girls, than Dotty Dimple. If the
little reader who follows Dotty through these dozen chapters,--from her
visit to her grandmother to the swing under the trees,--he or she will
say: 'It has been a treat to read about Dotty Dimple, she's so
cunning.'"--Herald of Gospel Liberty.
DOTTY DIMPLE OUT WEST.
"Dotty's trip was jolly. In the cars where she saw so many people that
she thought there'd be nobody left in any of the houses, she offers to
hold somebody's baby, and when it begins to cry she stuffs pop-corn into
its mouth, nearly choking it to death. Afterwards, in pulling a man's
hair, she is horrified at seeing his wig come off, and gasps out 'O
dear, dear, dear, I didn't know your hair was so tender.' Altogether,
she is the cunningist chick that ever lived."--Oxford Press.
DOTTY DIMPLE AT HOME.
"This little book is as full of spice as any of its predecessors, and
well sustains the author's reputation as the very cleverest of all
writers of this species of children's books. Were there any doubt on
this point, the matter might be easily tested by inquiry in half the
households in the city, where the book is being revelled over."--Boston
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[Illustration: "As Dotty seized two locks of the Major's hair, one in
each hand, and pulled them both as if she meant to draw them out by the
roots, out they came! Yes, entirely out; and more than that, all the
rest of his hair came too. His head was left as smooth as an apple. You
see how it was. He wore a wig, and just for play had slyly unfastened
it, and allowed Miss Dotty to pull it off. The perfect despair of her
little face amused him vastly, but he did not smile; he looked very
severe. 'See what you have done,' said he. Major Laydie's entire head of
hair lay at her feet, as brown and wavy as ever it was. Dotty looked at
it with horror. The idea of scalping a man."
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DOTTY DIMPLE AT SCHOOL.
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'dreadfully 'shamed of it,' and has rather a lively time with all her
trials in going to school."--New York Citizen.
DOTTY DIMPLE AT PLAY.
"'Charming Dotty Dimple' as she is so universally styled, has become
decidedly a favorite with young and old, who are alike pleased with her
funny sayings and doings. Dotty At Play will be found very attractive,
and the children, especially the girls, will be delighted with her
adventures."--Boston Express.
DOTTY DIMPLE'S FLYAWAY.
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little Flyaway provisioned herself with cookies and spectacles and got
lost on a little hill while seeking to mount to heaven, and what a
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her recovery, with lots of quaint speeches and funny incidents."--North
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"A Little Red Riding-Hoodish story, sprightly and takingly told."
--American Farmer.
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[Illustration:
LITTLE PRUDY'S
FLYAWAY SERIES]
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LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY.
PRUDY KEEPING HOUSE.
AUNT MADGE'S STORY.
LITTLE GRANDMOTHER.
LITTLE GRANDFATHER.
MISS THISTLEDOWN.
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LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY.
"This is a book for the little ones of the nursery or playroom. It
introduces all the old favorites of the Prudy and Dotty books with new
characters and funny incidents. It is a charming book, wholesome and
sweet in every respect, and cannot fail to interest children under
twelve years of age."--Christian Register.
PRUDY KEEPING HOUSE.
"How she kept it, why she kept it, and what a good time she had playing
cook, and washerwoman, and ironer, is told as only Sophie May can tell
stories. All the funny sayings and doings of the queerest and cunningest
little woman ever tucked away in the covers of a book will please little
folks and grown people alike."--Press.
AUNT MADGE'S STORY.
"Tells of a little mite of a girl, who gets into every conceivable kind
of scrape and out again with lightning rapidity, through the whole
pretty little book. How she nearly drowns her bosom friend, and
afterwards saves her by a very remarkable display of little-girl
courage. How she gets left by a train of cars, and loses her kitten and
finds it again, and is presented with a baby sister 'come down from
heaven,' with lots of smart and funny sayings."--Boston Traveller.
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[Illustration:
PRUDY KEEPING HOUSE.
"'Oh, what a fascinating creature,' said the Man in the Moon, making an
eye-glass with his thumb and forefinger, and gazing at the lady
boarder. 'Are you a widow, mem?'"]
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LITTLE GRANDMOTHER.
"Grandmother Parlen when a little girl is the subject. Of course that
was ever so long ago, when there were no lucifer matches, and steel and
tinder were used to light fires; When soda and saleratus had never been
heard of, but people made their pearl ash by soaking burnt crackers in
water; when the dressmaker and the tailor and the shoemaker went from
house to house twice a year to make the dresses and coats of the
family."--Transcript.
LITTLE GRANDFATHER.
"The story of Grandfather Parlen's little boy life, of the days of knee
breeches and cocked hats, full of odd incidents, queer and quaint
sayings, and the customs of 'ye olden time.' These stories of Sophie
May's are so charmingly written that older folks may well amuse
themselves by reading them. That same warm sympathy with childhood, the
earnest naturalness, the novel charm of the preceding volumes will be
found in this."--Christian Messenger.
MISS THISTLEDOWN.
"One of the queerest of the Prudy family. Read the chapter heads and you
will see just how much fun there must be in it: 'Fly's Heart,' 'Taking a
Nap,' 'Going to the Fair,' 'The Dimple Dot,' 'The Hole in the Home,'
'The Little Bachelor,' 'Fly's Bluebeard,' 'Playing Mamma,' 'Butter
Spots,' 'Polly's Secret,' 'The Snow Man,' 'The Owl and the Humming-
Bird,' 'Talks of Hunting Deer,' and 'The Parlen Patchwork.'"