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Tell some now, please. May we stay and see the funny things? said Fan and Maud, eyeing the open cabinet with interest. If Polly likes; she is my company, and I am trying to entertain her, for I love to have her come, said grandma with her old-time politeness. Oh, yes! do let them stay and hear the stories. Ive often told them what good times we have up here, and teased them to come, but they think its too quiet. Now sit down, girls, and let grandma go on. You see I pick out something in the cabinet that looks interesting, and then she tells me about it, said Polly, eager to include the girls in her pleasures, and glad to get them interested in grandmas reminiscences, for Polly knew how happy it made the lonely old lady to live over her past, and to have the children round her. Here are three drawers that have not been opened yet; each take one, and choose something from it for me to tell about, said Madam, quite excited at the unusual interest in her treasures. So the girls each opened a drawer and turned over the contents till they found something they wanted to know about. Maud was ready first, and holding up an oddly-shaped linen bag, with a big blue F embroidered on it, demanded her story. Grandma smiled as she smoothed the old thing tenderly, and began her story with evident pleasure. My sister Nelly and I went to visit an aunt of ours, when we were little girls, but we didnt have a very good time, for she was extremely strict. One afternoon, when she had gone out to tea, and old Debby, the maid, was asleep in her room, we sat on the door-step, feeling homesick, and ready for anything to amuse us. What shall we do? said Nelly. Just as she spoke, a ripe plum dropped bounce on the grass before us, as if answering her question. It was all the plums fault, for if it hadnt fallen at that minute, I never should have had the thought which popped into my mischievous mind. Lets have as many as we want, and plague Aunt Betsey, to pay her for being so cross, I said, giving Nelly half the great purple plum. It would be dreadful naughty, began Nelly, but I guess we will, she added, as the sweet mouthful slipped down her throat. Debbys asleep. Come on, then, and help me shake, I said, getting up, eager for the fun. We shook and shook till we got red in the face, but not one dropped, for the tree was large, and our little arms were not strong enough to stir the boughs. Then we threw stones, but only one green and one half-ripe one came down, and my last stone broke the shed window, so there was an end of that. Its as provoking as Aunt Betsey herself, said Nelly, as we sat down, out of breath. I wish the wind would come and blow em down for us, panted I, staring up at the plums with longing eyes. If wishing would do any good, I should wish em in my lap at once, added Nelly. You might as well wish em in your mouth and done with it, if you are too lazy to pick em up. If the ladder wasnt too heavy we could try that, said I, determined to have them. |
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