Little Prudy's Sister Susy eBook

Rebecca Sophia Clarke
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 97 pages of information about Little Prudy's Sister Susy.

Little Prudy's Sister Susy eBook

Rebecca Sophia Clarke
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 97 pages of information about Little Prudy's Sister Susy.

    “My bird is dead, said Susy P.,
    My bird is dead; O, deary me! 
    He sang so sweet, te whee, te whee;
    He sings no more; O, deary me! 
    Go hang his cage up in the tree,
    That cage I care no more to see. 
    My bird is dead, cried Susy P.”

These provoking words Percy drawled out in a sing-song voice.  It was too much.  Susy’s eyes flashed through her tears.

“You’ve always laughed at me, Percy Eastman, and plagued me about Freddy Jackson, and everything, and I’ve borne it like a—­like a lady.  But when you go to laughing at my poor little Dandy that’s dead, and can’t speak—­”

Susy was about to say, “Can’t speak for himself,” but saw in time how absurdly she was talking, and stopped short.

Percy laughed.

“Where are you going with that cage?”

“Going to put it away, where I’ll never see it again,” sobbed poor Susy.

“Give it to me,” said Percy:  “I’ll take care of it for you.”

If Susy’s eyes had not been blinded by tears, she would have been surprised to see the real pity in Percy’s face.

He was a rollicking boy, full of merriment and bluster, and what tender feelings he possessed, he took such a wonderful amount of pains to conceal, that Susy never suspected he had any.  She would have enjoyed her ride if she had not felt so full of grief.  The day was beautiful.  There had been a storm, and the trees looked as if they had been snowballing one another; but Susy had no eye for trees, and just then hardly cared for her pony.

Percy put the cage in the sleigh, under the buffalo robes; and when they reached his own door, he carried the cage into the house, while Susy drew a sigh of relief.  He offered to stuff Dandy, or have him stuffed; but Susy rejected the idea with horror.

“No, if Dandy was dead, he was all dead; she didn’t want to see him sitting up stiff and cold, when he couldn’t sing a speck.”

CHAPTER VIII.

ANNIE LOVEJOY.

But the day was not over yet.  The bright sun and blue sky were doing what they could to make a cheerful time of it, but it seemed as if Susy fell more deeply into trouble, as the hours passed on.

There are such days in everybody’s life, when it rains small vexations from morning till night, and when all we can do is to hope for better things to-morrow.

It was Wednesday; and in the afternoon, Flossy Eastman came over with a new game, and while the little girls, Flossy, Susy and Prudy were playing it, and trying their best to keep Dotty Dimple’s prying fingers and long curls out of the way, in came Miss Annie Lovejoy.

This was a little neighbor, who, as the children sometimes privately declared, was “always ’round.”  Mrs. Parlin had her own private doubts about the advantages to be derived from her friendship, and had sometimes gone so far as to send her home, when she seemed more than usually in the way.

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