Produced by David Edwards, Josephine Paolucci and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net. (This file was produced from images generously made available by The Internet Archive.) [Illustration: LITTLE GRANDMOTHER.--Page 90.] LITTLE PRUDY'S FLYAWAY SERIES [Illustration] LITTLE GRANDMOTHER ILLUSTRATED LEE & SHEPARD, BOSTON. _LITTLE PRUDY'S FLYAWAY SERIES._ LITTLE GRANDMOTHER. BY SOPHIE MAY, AUTHOR OF "LITTLE PRUDY STORIES," "DOTTY DIMPLE STORIES," "THE DOCTOR'S DAUGHTER," ETC. _ILLUSTRATED._ BOSTON: LEE AND SHEPARD, PUBLISHERS. NEW YORK: LEE, SHEPARD AND DILLINGHAM. 1873. Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1870, BY LEE AND SHEPARD, In the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington. Electrotyped and Printed at the Establishment of W. W. HARDING, Philadelphia. TO MY LITTLE CUBAN FRIEND _MARIA AROZARENA._ _LITTLE PRUDY'S FLYAWAY SERIES._ TO BE COMPLETED IN SIX VOLS. 1. LITTLE FOLKS ASTRAY. 2. PRUDY KEEPING HOUSE. 3. AUNT MADGE'S STORY. 4. LITTLE GRANDMOTHER. (Others in preparation.) CONTENTS. CHAPTER PAGE I. GEORGE WASHINGTON, 9 II. THE SAMPLER, 24 III. THE BROKEN BRIDGE, 31 IV. THE TITHING-MAN, 44 V. A WITCH-TALK, 56 VI. A WITCH-FRIGHT, 67 VII. THE SILK POCKET, 83 VIII. PATTY'S SUNDAY, 99 IX. MRS. CHASE'S BOTTLE, 110 X. MASTER PURPLE, 122 XI. LITTLE GRANDFATHER, 134 XII. THE LITTLE DIPPER, 144 XIII. MR. STARBIRD'S DREAM, 160 XIV. SPINNING, 176 XV. THE BRASS KETTLE, 186 LITTLE GRANDMOTHER CHAPTER I. GEORGE WASHINGTON. I believe I will tell you the story of Grandma Parlin's little childhood, as nearly as possible in the way I have heard her tell it herself to Flyaway Clifford. * * * * * Well, then, Grandma Parlin, her face full of wrinkles, lay in bed under a red and green patchwork quilt, with her day-cap on. That is, the one who was going to be Grandma Parlin some time in the far-off future. She wouldn't have believed it of herself now if you had told her. You might as well have talked to the four walls. Not that she was deaf: she had ears enough; it was only brains she lacked--being exactly six hours old, and not a day over. This was more than seventy years ago, little reader, for she was born on New Year's day, 1800,--born in a town we will call Perseverance, among the hills in Maine, in a large, unpainted house, on the corner of two streets, in a bedroom which looked out upon the east. Her mother, who was, of course, our little Flyaway's great grandmother, lay beside her, with a very happy face.