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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."
"If you please, Mrs. Allen," said Nathaniel, appearing at the door,
"I--"
"O, they've come--have they, Nat?" asked Horace. Horace was already well
acquainted with the waiting man, and called him Nat, though he was a
very sober youth, with velvety hair, and a green neck-tie, as stiff as a
cactus.
Nat only replied by handing Mrs. Allen a letter, with a hesitating air,
as if he would much rather not do it.
"A despatch!" cried Mrs. Allen, turning rather pale.
Dotty Dimple and Flyaway crowded close to her, and overwhelmed her with
questions.
"O, what is it?" said one. "Who wroted it? And why didn't Hollis bring
the camphor bottle athout my asking?" said the other.
But the older children knew better than to speak just then. As soon as
Mrs. Allen could get her breath, she said,--
"Don't be frightened, dears. It is only a message from your Uncle
Augustus. He can't come home to-night, as we expected. He says, 'One of
my old attacks. Nothing serious. Can you come?'"
"O, is that all?" said Dotty, and ceased fanning her auntie with a
book-cover.
"O, is that all?" echoed Fly, and left off patting her cheek with a
pencil.
"But, children," said Horace, "don't you understand Uncle Augustus is
sick--wants auntie to go and take care of him?"
"Why, he can't have her."
"Indeed, Miss Dot, and why not?"
"She's got company, you know."
"There, little sister! I wouldn't think that of you? Poor Uncle
Augustus!"
"But he says he isn't serious," said Dotty, looking ashamed. "Auntie,
you don't think he's serious--do you?"
"No, dear; he's suffering very much, but I am not in the least alarmed.
He has had just such attacks as this ever since he came out of the army.
He is at a hotel in Trenton, New Jersey, and needs some one to wait upon
him, who knows just what to do. I am very sorry to go and leave my
company, Dotty, but--"
"O, auntie, you ought to go," cried Dotty.
"I dislike particularly not to be polite."
"O, auntie, you will be _'tic'ly_ polite," cried little Echo. "Please
let me go, too; I won't make no noise."
"How long do you think you'll have to stay, auntie?" said Prudy.
"I cannot tell, dear. These attacks are usually short, and I think quite
likely your uncle can come home to-morrow night; but he may not be able
till next day."
"How he'll feel if he can't be here to Christmas!" said Dotty; "and so
much greens and things in the windows!"
"Yes; and how we shall both feel to know our little friends are keeping
house by themselves!"
"Keeping house? O, may we keep house!" exclaimed Prudy, her eyes
suddenly brightening.
"Why, yes, my child; you may be the lady of the mansion, if that is what
you mean, and Horace the lord."
"But may I cook the dinners, and not ask Mrs. Fixfax? Because I really
do know a great deal, Aunt Madge. You'd be surprised! I can cook cake,
and pie, and biscuit, and three kinds of pudding. Please, this once, let
me manage things just as I want to."
"Just as _we_ want, you mean," said Dotty. "I can make gingerbread as
well as you can."
"And I shaked a table-cloth once," put in the youngest. "Only I shan't
be here if my auntie tookens me off."
"Yes, auntie," said Horace; "let the girls manage. They'll get up queer
messes, but 'twill be good fun."
"Do you believe it?" said auntie, thoughtfully. And there entered her
brain, at that moment, a singular scheme, which, to almost any other
woman, would have seemed absurd.
"Poor little souls? Their visit has been a failure. I've a great mind to
make an arrangement with Mrs. Fixfax to have them keep house in her
room." (Mrs. Fixfax was Mrs. Allen's housekeeper.) "The novelty will
amuse them. Of course they will waste flour and sugar, but not very
much, probably, and Mrs. Fixfax will be on the watch to see that they
don't get too hungry. It will tax her severely, but I can pay her for
her trouble. Really, the more I think of it, the more I'm inclined to
try it. They say I'm foolishly indulgent to children. Perhaps so; but I
do want them happy when they come to my house visiting."
"Have you thinked it all up?" asked Fly, peeping into her auntie's face;
"I won't 'sturb Uncle 'Gustus."
"Yes, chickie; I've thinked of talking to Mrs. Fixfax about letting you
all keep house; that is, if she won't consider it too much trouble."
"Trouble?" said Prudy; "why, I should think it would be a real help,
auntie. She has so much care, you know. And if I got the meals for us
four, the cook could rest, too."
Aunt Madge only smiled at this.
There were five servants in all: John, the coachman; Nat, the
waiting-man; Mrs. Fixfax, the housekeeper; Rachel Fixfax, the
chambermaid; and Patty Diggles, the cook. They were all remarkably
faithful, except pretty Rachel, the housekeeper's daughter, who was
rather gay and flighty, and had been something of a trial to her
mistress.
Aunt Maude went into the kitchen dressed for her journey. Mrs. Fixfax
had just returned from market, and was talking with the cook about the
dinner.
"That is a fine plump turkey," said Mrs. Allen; "I wish I were to help
eat it; but I came to tell you, Mrs. Fixfax, that Colonel Allen is sick,
and I must go to him at once, and leave you with the care of these
children."
The housekeeper, who was a fat, comfortable-looking woman, twice as
large as her mistress, said, "Indeed, mum!" hoped Colonel Allen "wasn't
sick to speak of," and shook her broad sides with laughter at the idea
of taking care of Fly.
"I'll give up going to church to-morrow, mum; for, light as the child
is, I can but feel as if you was sitting a ton's weight on my shoulders.
And I promise to keep her alive if the Lord's willing."
"You will hardly be obliged to give up your whole time Mrs. Fixfax. I
shall absolutely forbid her going out of the house, unless you, or some
other grown-up person, has charge of her. And really, with John,
Nathaniel, and Patty to keep guard, I don't see what mischief can befall
the little creature."
"We'll all do our best, mum," replied Mrs. Fixfax, heroically.
"I have perfect faith that you will. There is one more favor to ask.
These children have had a strange visit thus far, and if I go away and
leave them, I fear they will feel rather forlorn. Can you consent to let
the little girls 'keep house,' as they call it? That is, cook their own
meals, and set their own table?"
The cook, who was stuffing the turkey was so surprised that she spilled
a handful of sage over her apron. She would not have dared say the
words, but her thoughts ran like this: "Pretty doings, indeed! What does
Mrs. Allen mean by letting children come into the kitchen to bother
_me_?"
But Aunt Madge had not finished speaking. "Mrs. Fixfax, there is a
little old cooking-stove in the attic. Don't you remember you had it in
your room when you were nursing Rachel through that fever?"
"O, yes'm, so I had; and it shall be set right up there again, mum, if
you say so," said the obliging housekeeper; "and I'll carry up flour and
sugar, and what not, and move out my own things, so the children can
have the room pretty much to themselves."
"No need of that, Mrs. Fixfax," spoke up the cook, very pleasantly. "Let
'em come right into the kitchen. I should admire to see 'em enjoy
themselves."
Patty Diggles was a singular woman. She was always full of polite
speeches, just a minute too late.
"Thank you, Patty; but I think the children may feel more at home in
Mrs. Fixfax's room, with no one to watch them. And now, good bye. I hope
to come back to-morrow."
Mrs. Fixfax left the kitchen to find Nathaniel, and get him to help her
move the stove. As soon as the business was over, Nathaniel came into
the kitchen, and held up his sooty hands for Patty to see. She was
stabbing the turkey with a darning-needle.
"Some folks know how to feather their own nests," said she.
"Why, what have I done now, Patty?"
"Not you, but Mrs. Fixfax; she's going to wait and tend on those
children, and of course she'll get a splendid present for it. I should
admire to have the little dears round me in the kitchen; but she spoke
up, and took the words right out of my mouth."
The young man laughed in his sleeves, as he turned them back to wash his
hands. He took care not to express his mind, however. He had a few
fixed ideas. One was, that Mrs. Allen could do no wrong; and another
was, that he must never bandy words with Patty Diggles, because Mrs.
Allen had strictly forbidden it.