CHAPTER IX.
GOING VISITING.
One day after Posy was quite well, she sat by the roadside near the house, moulding doll’s furniture out of clay. A little soft chair about as big as a grasshopper stood drying on a board, and she was now making a sofa, and embroidering the sides with a pin.
“Look,” said Pollio, “see who’s coming!”
It was dear Mr. Littlefield on horseback, stopping every now and then to pick a fly off his sleek horse. The children could not hear him; but he was saying to the horse,—
“There now, keep thy temper, good beast: I won’t let the flies bite thee.”
But he was too kind to kill the flies; and what do you suppose he did with them? Dropped them tenderly into his coat-pocket!
Before he reached Judge Pitcher’s the three children rushed out to meet him.