Little Friend Lydia

"We'll ask her for a drink," responded Sammy, never at a loss "This is your bedroom, Lydia" "It's spring, Lucy Locket," chattered Lydia. "That's why you have a new hat and a new...

It was Christmas Eve, and twenty little boys and girls were watching for Santa Claus. Ten little boys in blue-striped blouses and dark-blue neckties, ten little girls in blue-ch...

Christmas morning, and oh, how early every one woke and jumped out of bed! Sammy was the first to look out of the window, and his shouts of joy brought everybody pell-mell to lo...

The next two days were the most exciting days Lydia had ever known. First of all she told the good news over and over to Miss Martin, and Mary Ellen, and Nurse Norrie, and Sammy...

Lydia's good times began every morning when she opened her eyes and leaned over the edge of the bed to see how Lucy Locket had spent the night in her new white cradle.

"It was a long time ago," began Friend Morris, "when a little Welsh girl named Gwen set sail from England, with her father and mother and a company of Friends, to cross the Atla...

sang little Friend Lydia, as she pushed the doll carriage up and down in the warm spring sunshine. From the window of each little house in Lydia's street, bowls of bright daffod...

The next morning when Lydia woke, the bump on her head felt as big as a hen's egg. She lay feeling it proudly, and wishing that Mary Ellen could see it. Mary Ellen was always so...

There was a sound of crunching gravel and the roll of wheels, and then round the corner of the house stepped a little dark-brown pony, drawing a light wicker basket wagon after...

Lydia was carrying the heavy watering-can round to her garden-bed. There had been no rain for weeks, and the leaves and the grass and the flowers all bore a coating of fine dust...

"Oh, Father, it's Roger," answered Lydia, forgetting her own affairs in her interest in the little boy who stood peeping shyly over her shoulder. "He wanted so to come with me,...

Out on the front veranda, in the twilight, sat Miss Martin surrounded by a little group of children. It was the quiet hour before bedtime when, by ones and twos and threes, the...

The evenings grew cool now, and Mrs. Blake and Lydia were sitting indoors, while Mr. Blake walked up and down the gravel path, finishing his cigar. Lydia, on the window-seat, wa...