Pretty Polly Perkins

In the first place, Patty fell downstairs. She was on her way to the kitchen where Grandmother was baking a cake, and in her arms she carried Isabel, the doll she loved the very...

Aunt Mary had come down from the Farm to spend the day with Grandmother and with Patty. She had really come to say good-bye, for to-morrow Grandmother’s house at Four Corners wo...

While Patty was watching from the window all up and down the long city street, hoping that every passing wagon or automobile would stop at her door with Polly Perkins, what was...

Over in a corner of the room, her knitting in her lap, Anne Marie’s grandmother, called Grand’mère, napped and woke and napped again. On the mantel-shelf the white marble clock,...

She was sitting in one corner of the front room--Grand’mère with her knitting in the opposite corner--holding Polly Perkins in her arms and gently singing and rocking her to sleep.

Wee Ailie McNabb was going shopping, and shopping all alone. She held five cents tight in her little red hand, as she tucked the old plaid shawl snugly along Granny’s back and s...

There is no telling how this tug of war might have ended, three little girls pulling away at poor Polly Perkins, if Ailie had not dropped Granny’s bottle of medicine in the snow.

You may imagine how surprised she felt to see her own dear lost Polly Perkins being almost pulled apart in the street by two strange little girls. But you may also imagine her s...

For, of course, no one saw Santa Claus that Christmas Eve. Neither Patty, nor Ailie, nor Anne Marie, nor any one of the hundreds and hundreds of little boys and girls who meant...

So Ailie hung her stocking, a well-mended stocking, too, from a convenient nail by the mantel-shelf, and with her head on one side watched it for a moment as it dangled empty th...

Under the Tree, propped comfortably against the low branches, sat Polly Perkins King. Her face wore a wise little smile as if she knew all that had happened last night, but woul...