An Old-Fashioned Girl HTML version
Grandma was sitting before a quaint old cabinet, the doors of which stood wide open,
showing glimpses of the faded relics treasured there. On a stool, at the old lady's feet,
sat Polly, looking up with intent face and eager eyes, quite absorbed in the history of a
high-heeled brocade shoe which lay in her lap.
"Well, my dear," grandma was saying, "she had it on the very day that Uncle Joe came
in as she sat at work, and said, 'Dolly, we must be married at once.' 'Very well, Joe,'
says Aunt Dolly, and down she went to the parlor, where the minister was waiting, never
stopping to change the dimity dress she wore, and was actually married with her
scissors and pin-ball at her side, and her thimble on. That was in war times, 1812, my
dear, and Uncle Joe was in the army, so he had to go, and he took that very little pin-
ball with him. Here it is with the mark of a bullet through it, for he always said his Dolly's
cushion saved his life."
"How interesting that is!" cried Polly, as she examined the faded cushion with the hole in
"Why, grandma, you never told me that story," said Fanny, hurrying in, finding the
prospect was a pleasant one for a stormy afternoon.
"You never asked me to tell you anything, my dear, so I kept my old stories to myself,"
answered grandma, quietly.
"Tell some now, please. May we stay and see the funny things?" said Fan and Maud,
eyeing the open cabinet with interest.
"If Polly likes; she is my company, and I am trying to entertain her, for I love to have her
come," said grandma, with her old-time politeness.
"Oh, yes! do let them stay and hear the stories. I 've often told them what good times we
have up here, and teased them to come, but they think it 's too quiet. Now, sit down,
girls, and let grandma go on. You see I pick out something in the cabinet that looks
interesting, and then she tells me about it," said Polly, eager to include the girls in her
pleasures, and glad to get them interested in grandma's reminiscences, for Polly knew
how happy it made the lonely old lady to live over her past, and to have the children
"Here are three drawers that have not been opened yet; each take one, and choose
something from it for me to tell about," said Madam, quite excited at the unusual interest
in her treasures.
So the girls each opened a drawer and turned over the contents till they found
something they wanted to know about. Maud was ready first, and holding up an oddly
shaped linen bag, with a big blue F embroidered on it, demanded her story. Grandma
smiled as she smoothed the old thing tenderly, and began her story with evident