Kristy's Rainy Day Picnic E-Book

Olive Thorne Miller

• Herausgeber: Publisher s11838
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Beschreibung

Kristy's Rainy Day Picnic by  American author Olive Thorne Miller.  This book is one of many works by her. It has already published in 1906. And now republish in ebook format. We believe this work is culturally important in its original archival form. While we strive to adequately clean and digitally enhance the original work, there are occasionally instances where imperfections such as blurred or missing pages, poor pictures or errant marks may have been introduced due to either the quality of the original work. Despite these occasional imperfections, we have brought it back into print as part of our ongoing global book preservation commitment, providing customers with access to the best possible historical reprints. We appreciate your understanding of these occasional imperfections, and sincerely hope you enjoy reading this book.

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Kristy's Rainy Day Picnic

By

Olive Thorne Miller

Illustrator: Ethel N. Farnsworth

Table of Contents

CHAPTER I. THE RAINY DAY

CHAPTER II. PLAYING DOCTOR; AND WHAT CAME OF IT

CHAPTER III. A SCHOOLGIRL’S JOKE

CHAPTER IV. ALL NIGHT IN THE SCHOOLHOUSE

CHAPTER V. MOLLY’S SECRET ROOM

CHAPTER VI. HOW MAMMA RAN AWAY

CHAPTER VII. HOW AUNT BETTY MADE HER CHOICE

CHAPTER VIII. NORA’S GOOD LUCK

CHAPTER IX. ONE LITTLE CANDLE

CHAPTER X. THE LOCKET TOLD

CHAPTER XI. HOW A DOG SAVED MY LIFE

CHAPTER XII. LOTTIE’S CHRISTMAS TREE

CHAPTER XIII. CHRISTMAS IN A BAGGAGE-CAR

CHAPTER XIV. HOW A BEAR CAME TO SCHOOL

CHAPTER XV. HOW LETTIE HAD HER OWN WAY

CHAPTER XVI. HOW KATE FOUND A BABY

They were playing that the wax Doll was Sick.

CHAPTER I. THE RAINY DAY

“I think it’s just horrid!” said Kristy, standing before the window, peering out into a world of drizzling rain. “Every single thing is ready and every girl promised to come, and now it has to go and rain; ’n’ I believe it’ll rain a week, anyway!” she added as a stronger gust dashed the drops against the glass.

Kristy’s mother, who was sitting at her sewing-table at work, did not speak at once, and Kristy burst out again:—

“I wish it would never rain another drop; it’s always spoiling things!”

“Kristy,” said her mother quietly, “you remind me of a girl I knew when I was young.”

“What about her?” asked Kristy rather sulkily.

“Why, she had a disappointment something like yours, only it wasn’t the weather, but her own carelessness, that caused it. She cried and made a great fuss about it, but before night she was very glad it had happened.”

“She must have been a very queer girl,” said Kristy.

“She was much such a girl as you, Kristy; and the reason she was glad was because her loss was the cause of her having a far greater pleasure.”

“Tell me about it,” said Kristy, interested at once, and leaving the window.

“Well, she was dressed for a party at the house of one of her friends, and as she ran down the walk to join the girls in the hay-wagon that was to take them all there, her dress caught on something and tore a great rent clear across the front breadth.”

“Well; couldn’t she put on another?” asked Kristy.

“Girls didn’t have many dresses in those days, and that was a new one made on purpose for the occasion. She had no other that she would wear.”

Kristy stood, peering into a world of drizzling Rain.

“What did she do?” asked Kristy.

“She turned and ran back into the house, held up her ruined dress for her mother to see, and then flung herself on the lounge with a burst of tears. Her mother had to go out and tell the girls that Bessie could not go.”

“That was horrid!” said Kristy earnestly; “but why was she glad, for you said she was?”

“She was, indeed; for an hour later her father drove up to the door and said that he was obliged to go to the city on business, and if Bessie could be ready in fifteen minutes, he would take her and let her spend a few days with her cousin Helen, who had been urging her to visit her. This was a great treat, for Bessie had never been to a large city, and there was nothing she wanted so much to do. You see, if she had been away at the party, she would have missed this pleasure, for her father could not wait longer. She forgot her disappointment in a moment, and hurried to get ready, while her mother packed a satchel with things she would need.”

By this time Kristy was seated close by her mother, eagerly interested in the story.

Mrs. Crawford paused.

“Do go on, mamma,” said Kristy; “tell me more about her. Did she have a nice time in the city?”

“She did,” went on Mrs. Crawford; “so nice that her father was persuaded to leave her there, and she stayed more than a week. There was one scrape, however, that the girls got into that was not so very nice.”

“Tell me about it,” said Kristy eagerly.

“Well,” said her mother, “this is the way it happened.”

CHAPTER II. PLAYING DOCTOR; AND WHAT CAME OF IT

One rainy Saturday afternoon when they were not allowed to go out, Bessie and Helen were playing with their dolls in the nursery.

Helen had a large family of dolls of many kinds: stiff kid-bodied dolls with heads made of some sort of composition that broke very easily, and legs and feet from the knees down of wood, with slippers of pink or blue painted on; others all wood, with jointed legs and arms, that could sit down; whole families of paper dolls cut from cardboard, with large wardrobes of garments of gilt and colored paper which the girls made themselves. Then there was a grand wax doll with real hair which hung in curls, and lips slightly open showing four tiny white teeth. This lovely creature was dressed in pink gauze, and was far too fine for every day. It lived in the lower bureau drawer in Helen’s room, and was brought out only on special occasions.