StNicholas . out of England. He was very proud ofthat faithful girl, I guess, for the old chair stillstands in the castle, and the name keeps in thefamily. Pa says, even over here, w here some of theBassetts came along w^ith the Pilgrims. Our Tilly would have been as brave, I know^and she looks hke the old picter down to Granmas,dont she, Eph ? cried Prue, who admired herbold, bright sister ver> much. Well, I think you d do the settin part best,Prue, you are so patient. Till would fight like awild cat, but she cant hold her tongue worth acent, answered Eph ; w^hereat Tilly pulled hishair, a
StNicholas . out of England. He was very proud ofthat faithful girl, I guess, for the old chair stillstands in the castle, and the name keeps in thefamily. Pa says, even over here, w here some of theBassetts came along w^ith the Pilgrims. Our Tilly would have been as brave, I know^and she looks hke the old picter down to Granmas,dont she, Eph ? cried Prue, who admired herbold, bright sister ver> much. Well, I think you d do the settin part best,Prue, you are so patient. Till would fight like awild cat, but she cant hold her tongue worth acent, answered Eph ; w^hereat Tilly pulled hishair, and the story ended with a general frolic. 12 AN OLD-FASHIONED THANKSGIVING. [November, When the moon-faced clock behind the doorstruck nine, Tilly tucked up the children under the extry comfortables, and having kissed them allaround, as Mother did, crept into her own nest,never minding the little drifts of snow that siftedin upon her coverlet between the shingles of theroof, nor the storm that raged HtK LlKjrHERTHE CASTLE. As if he felt the need of unusual vigilance, oldBose lay down on the mat before the door, andpussy had the warm hearth all to herself. If anylate wanderer had looked in at midnight, he wouldhave seen the fire blazing up again, and in thecheerful glow the old cat blinking her yellow eyes,as she sat bolt upright beside the spinning-wheel,like some sort of household goblin, guarding thechildren while they slept. When they woke, like early birds, it still snowed,but up the little Bassetts jumped, broke the ice intheir jugs, and went down with cheeks glowing likewinter apples, after a brisk scrub and scramble intotheir clothes. Eph was off to the barn, and Tillysoon had a great kettle of mush ready, which, withmilk warm from the cows, made a «-holesome break-fast for the seven hearty children. •Now about dinner, said the young house-keeper, as the pewter spoons stopped clattering,and the earthen bowls stood empty. Ma said, have what we liked, bu
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