12. When Mrs. Parlin had finished her doughnuts, she said, "Prudy, you can not keep still two minutes. Now, if you want to sew this patchwork for grandma's quilt, I will tell you what I shall do. 13. "There is an empty hogshead by the kitchen door, and I will put you into that, and you can not climb out. I will lift you out when your work is done." PRUDY'S PATCHWORK.-CONTINUed. 1. "Oh, what a funny little house!" said Prudy, when she was inside; and as she spoke her voice startled her; it was loud and hollow. "I will talk some more," thought she; "it makes such a queer noise." 2. "Old Mrs. Hogshead, I thought I would come and see you, and bring my work. I like your house, ma'am, only I should think you THE THIRD READER. 47 CALI would want more windows. I suppose you know who I am, Mrs. Hogshead? 3. 66 My name is Prudy. My mother did not put me in here because I was a naughty girl; for I have not done nothing, nor nothing, nor nothing. Do you want to hear some singing? 4. 'O, come, come away, From labor now reposing, Let busy Caro, wife of Barrow, 5. "Prudy, what is the matter?" said mamma from the cook-room. "Didn't you hear somebody singing?" said Prudy. Well, it was I." "I would not sing; you cannot sew, if you do." 6. "Then I will stop," said Prudy. "Now, Mrs. Hogshead, you won't hear me singing any more: it mortifies my mother very 7. So Prudy made her fingers fly, and soon said, "Now, mother, it is done, and I am ready to be taken out." Just then her father came, in from the field. 8. "Prudy is in the hogshead,” said Mrs. Parlin-"will you not please take her out father?" 9. Mr. Parlin peeped into the hogshead. "How in this world did you get in here, child?" said he. "I think I shall have to take you out with a pair of tongs." Prudy laughed. 10. "Give me your hands, my child. Up she comes! Now come and sit on my knee," said he, when they had gone to the porch, "and tell me how you climbed into that hogshead!" 11. "Mother dropped me in, and I am going to stay there till I make a bedquilt, only I am coming out to eat, you know." 12. "Ha! ha!-and this is your patchwork that you have squeezed up in your hand so tight?" 13. "Dinner is ready," said Mrs. Parlin, coming to the door, with the baby in her arms. 'Totty wants to lead you in, papa." 66 14. Then they all went to the table, and Prudy was so busy with her green corn and currant pie, that she forgot all about the patchwork. 1. "Mamma," said a little girl, "do you know what my fingers want? they want?" asked her mother. "What do 2. "My forefinger, my little finger, and my two middles all want a mitten to their own selves; they don't want to be huddled up in one big mitten." 3. Mother looked up, as much as to say, "What does that mean?" "I mean," continued Mary, "that I do so want a pair of gloves, mamma. Am I not old enough? I shall be six in two months." 4. "Would you take good care of them?" asked mamma. "I never lost my mittens, neither one nor two of them," said Mary. 5. This was true. Mary was fast forming the good habit of taking care of her things, and her mother thought if it would make her little one so happy to own a pair of gloves, she would get them. 6. The next time she went shopping, she took Mary and fitted a nice pair on her fat hands. "Take the best care of them," said her mother. 7. "Of course I shall," answered Mary, with a very womanly air; "I shall keep them forever." Mary did not know how long forever was, or I dare say she would not have made such a rash promise. 8. "Mary will lose her gloves before the week is out," said her brother George, who could never keep his. "You see," cried Mary, proudly, "you see, sir." "I will see," said George. Mary hoped he would; she felt so very sure. 9. Not many days after, Mary's teacher came for her to walk, and she went, gloves and all. They were gone almost all the afternoon, paying visits to some of the other scholars, and visiting a hall that the folks were trimming with evergreen for a fair. 10. Mary picked a bunch of evergreen, and |