|
Main
- books.jibble.org
My Books
- IRC Hacks
Misc. Articles
- Meaning of Jibble
- M4 Su Doku
- Computer Scrapbooking
- Setting up Java
- Bootable Java
- Cookies in Java
- Dynamic Graphs
- Social Shakespeare
External Links
- Paul Mutton
- Jibble Photo Gallery
- Jibble Forums
- Google Landmarks
- Jibble Shop
- Free Books
- Intershot Ltd
|
books.jibble.org
Previous Page
| Next Page
Page 71
This was too much for the amused observers in the carriage, and,
picking up the reins, Uncle Steve, with a hasty good-by, drove
away.
The girls leaned out of the carriage to get a last glimpse of the
Elegant Ella, and saw her still trying to quell the noisy
impatience of the smaller children, but apparently with little
success.
"Now our duty's done, and well done," said Uncle Steve, gayly;
"and now we'll go for our justly-earned reward. You chickadees may
each select your favorite flavor of ice cream and then we'll get a
goodly portion of each, with a fair share thrown in for Grandma
and myself."
The result was a very large-sized wooden tub, which they managed
to stow away in the carriage somehow, and then they drove rapidly
homeward that they might enjoy their little feast in Marjorie's
porch.
CHAPTER XIX
THE OLD WELL
During August the weather became excessively hot. Grandma Sherwood
managed to keep the house cool by careful adjustment of awnings,
blinds, and screens, but out-of-doors it was stifling.
Midge and Molly did not mind the heat much, and played out of
doors all day, but Stella wilted under the sun's direct rays, and
usually her mother kept her indoors until the late afternoon.
But one day the intense heat became almost too much even for the
other two little girls. They had been romping in the barn, and
finally sat down in the hay, very red-faced and warm.
"What can we do," said Molly, "to get cooler?"
"Let's go down by the river," said Marjorie; "it must be cooler by
the water."
"Not a bit of it. The sun's too bright down there. Let's walk in
the woods."
"The woods are so hot; there isn't a bit of breeze in there."
In sheer idleness of spirit the girls got up and wandered
aimlessly about. Going down through the garden and across the
chicken-yard, they paused a moment by the old well to get a drink.
As they turned the windlass and drew up a full bucket of water,
while the empty one went down, Molly was seized with an
inspiration.
"Mopsy Midget!" she exclaimed. "I'll tell you the very thing!
Let's go down the well, and get cooled off!"
"How can we?" said Marjorie, who was quite ready to go, but
couldn't see her way clear as to the means of transportation.
"Why, as easy as anything! You go down in one bucket, and I'll go
down in the other."
"We can't get in these buckets."
"Of course not, goosey; but we can get our feet in, and then stand
up, and hold on by the chain."
"We can't get our feet in flat, the buckets aren't wide enough."
As she spoke, Marjorie stood on one foot and examined the sole of
her other shoe, which was certainly longer than the diameter of
the bucket.
"Oh, don't fuss so! We can stand on our toes a little bit. Come
on--I'll go first."
Previous Page
| Next Page
|
|