Identifier: stnicholasserial372dodg (find matches)
Title: St. Nicholas (serial)
Year: 1873 (1870s)
Authors: Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905
Subjects: Children's literature
Publisher: (New York : Scribner & Co.)
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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littleold lady was expostulating with him, while a sec-ond gray-haired woman looked over his shoulder. If you 11 only let go of me I 11 lead em pastthe tree, and they 11 be as quiet as kittens, saidthe man. No, dont stir ! cried the little old lady. Dontleave the carriage a moment. I tejl you I wontgo one step farther with those horses! Susan,step down and help me out. In all the rain, maam? And you so lame,too ! It 11 be the death of you, maam ! her com-panion protested. I 11 hold the horses, said Carol. And ifyou 11 let me, I 11 lead them past the tree. Whoa,boy! Be quiet! Already she had the off horseby the bridle and was patting him soothingly.Jean followed suit with the other. Thank you, my dears, thank you! said thelittle dame. But I will not go past that tree withthem. They re ready to run. Just hold themstill while I step out. Susan objected; her mis-tress insisted. The driver jumped down and wentto the heads of his span. Do you live in that house, children? askedthe old lady.
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HEAD FOR THE B 5EACH! FOLLOW ME! CAROL SHOUTED TO THE OTHER CANOES.995 996 THE LEAGUE OF THE SIGNET-RING No, but we re going to wait there till theshower s over, replied Carol. Then that s where I m going to wait too, tillI find a pair of horses that wont run away withme,—if I have to board there for the rest of thesummer, said her determined little ladyship.Lame though she was, she had made up her mindto hobble to the door through the pouring rain.But Carol had an inspiration. We 11 run up to the house and bring out achair and carry you, said she. Come, girls!And away they sped, never pausing till theyreached the farm-house porch. They found theothers in the kitchen, drying themselves aroundthe stove, while Jim Greens sister, a pleasant-faced young woman, gathered up the rain-cloaksthey had shed. Grandmother Perkins fed the fire ( To be continued.) with kindlings, and a small flaxen-haired boy andgirl stared at the company out of solemn china-blue eyes. Mrs. Perkins, will you take

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