Aunt Jo's scrap-bag, Volume 4 : $b My girls, etc.Alcott, Louisa May
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Aunt Jo's scrap-bag, Volume 4 : $b My girls, etc.
Alcott, Louisa May
Children's stories
"Don't turn into an angel and fly away just yet, but come home, or
granny will never lend you to us any more."
With that, Billy jumped her down, and away they ran, to ride gayly back
through the twilight, singing like a flock of nightingales.
As she went to bed that night, Marjorie looked at the red bank, the
pretty picture, and the daisy crown, saying to herself,--
"It has been a _very_ nice birthday, and I am something like the girl
in the story, after all, for the old man gave me a good-luck penny, the
kind lady told me how to keep happy, and Billy came for me like the
prince. The girl didn't go back to the poor house again, but I'm glad
_I_ did, for my granny isn't a cross one, and my little home is the
dearest in the world."
Then she tied her night-cap, said her prayers, and fell asleep; but the
moon, looking in to kiss the blooming face upon the pillow, knew that
three good spirits had come to help little Marjorie from that day
forth, and their names were Industry, Cheerfulness, and Love.
IX.
PATTY'S PLACE.
I.
HOW SHE FOUND IT.
Patty stood at one of the windows of the Asylum, looking thoughtfully
down into the yard, where twenty girls were playing.
All had cropped heads, all wore brown gowns and blue aprons, and all
were orphans like herself. Some were pretty and some plain, some rosy
and gay, some pale and feeble, but all seemed happy and having a good
time in spite of many drawbacks.
More than once one of them nodded and beckoned to Patty, but she shook
her head decidedly, and still stood, listlessly watching them, and
thinking to herself with a child's impatient spirit,--
"Oh, if some one would only come and take me away! I'm so tired of
living here I don't think I can bear it much longer."
Poor Patty might well wish for a change; for she had been in the Asylum
ever since she could remember; but though every one was kind to her,
she was heartily tired of the place, and longed to find a home as many
of the girls did.
The children were nursed and taught until old enough to help
themselves, then were adopted by people or went out to service. Now
and then some forlorn child was claimed by relatives who had discovered
it, and once the relatives of a little girl proved to be rich and
generous people, who came for Katy in a fine carriage, treated all the
other girls in honor of the happy day, and from time to time let Katy
visit them with hands full of gifts for her former playmates and
friends.
This event had made a great stir in the Asylum, and the children were
never tired of talking it over and telling it to new comers as a modern
sort of fairy tale. For a time, each hoped to be claimed in the same
way, and stories of what they would do when their turn came was one of
the favorite amusements of the house.
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