Georgie

Georgie, by Jacob Abbott

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Title: Georgie
Author: Jacob Abbott
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[Illustration: THE BRIDGE]

THE

ROLLO STORY BOOKS
BY
JACOB ABBOTT
GEORGIE.
Boston: PHILLIPS, SAMPSON & COMPANY, PUBLISHERS.

Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1857, by PHILLIPS,
SAMPSON & CO., In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of
Massachusetts.

CONTENTS.
GEORGIE.
THE LITTLE LANDING.
GEORGIE'S MONEY.
TWO GOOD FRIENDS.
A LECTURE ON PLAYTHINGS.
THE YOUNG DRIVERS.
THE STORY OF SHALLOW, SELFISH, AND WISE.

GEORGIE.

THE LITTLE LANDING.

A short distance from where Rollo lives, there is a small, but very
pleasant house, just under the hill, where you go down to the stone
bridge leading over the brook. There is a noble large apple tree on one
side of the house, which bears a beautiful, sweet, and mellow kind of
apple, called golden pippins. A great many other trees and flowers are
around the house, and in the little garden on the side of it towards the
brook. There is a small white gate that leads to the house, from the road;
and there is a pleasant path leading right out from the front door,
through the garden, down to the water. This is the house that Georgie
lives in.
One evening, just before sunset, Rollo was coming along over the stone
bridge, towards home. He stopped a moment to look over the railing,
down into the water Presently he heard a very sweet-toned voice calling
out to him,
"Rol-lo."
Rollo looked along in the direction in which the sound came. It was
from the bank of the stream, a little way from the road, at the place
where the path from Georgie's house came down to the water. The
brook was broad, and the water pretty smooth and still here; and it was
a place where Rollo had often been to sail boats with Georgie. There
was a little smooth, sandy place on the shore, at the foot of the path,
and they used to call it Georgie's landing; and there was a seat close by,
under the bushes.
Rollo thought it was Georgie's voice that called him, and in a minute,
he saw him sitting on his little seat, with his crutches by his side.
Georgie was a sick boy. He could not walk, but had to sit almost all day,
at home, in a large easy chair, which his father had bought for him. In
the winter, his chair was established in a particular corner, by the side
of the fire, and he had a little case of shelves and drawers, painted
green, by the side of him. In these shelves and drawers he had his
books and playthings,--his pen and ink,--his paint-box, brushes and
pencils,--his knife, and a little saw,--and a great many things which he
used to make for his amusement. Then, in the summer, his chair, and
his shelves and drawers, were moved to the end window, which looked

out upon the garden and brook. Sometimes, when he was better than
usual, he could move about a little upon crutches; and, at such times,
when it was pleasant, he used to go out into the garden, and down,
through it, to his landing, at the brook.
Georgie had been sick a great many years, and when Rollo and Jonas
first knew him, he used to be very sad and unhappy. It was because the
poor little fellow had nothing to do. His father had to work pretty hard
to get food and clothing for his family; he loved little Georgie very
much, but he could not buy him many things. Sometimes people who
visited him, used to give him playthings, and they would amuse him a
little while, but he soon grew tired of them, and had them put away. It
is very hard for any body to be happy who has not any thing to do.
It was Jonas that taught Georgie what to do. He lent him his knife, and
brought him some smooth, soft, pine wood, and taught him to make
wind-mills and little boxes. Georgie liked this very much, and used to
sit by his window in the summer mornings, and make playthings, hours
at a time. After he had made