Peggy in Her Blue Frock

Peggy in Her Blue Frock, by
Eliza Orne White

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Title: Peggy in Her Blue Frock
Author: Eliza Orne White
Illustrator: Alice B. Preston
Release Date: March 16, 2007 [EBook #20837]
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PEGGY IN HER BLUE FROCK
BY ELIZA ORNE WHITE
ILLUSTRATED BY ALICE B PRESTON
HOUGHTON MIFFLIN CO.
BOSTON & NEW YORK
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COPYRIGHT, 1921, BY ELIZA ORNE WHITE
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED INCLUDING THE RIGHT TO
REPRODUCE THIS BOOK OR PARTS THEREOF IN ANY FORM
PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
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TO MY YOUNG COUSINS
CORNELIA AND CAROL
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CONTENTS
I. THE MOVING 1 II. A CAT IN A STRANGE GARRET 7 III. WHY
PEGGY WORE BLUE FROCKS 15 IV. PEGGY GOES FOR A
YEAST-CAKE 25 V. AT CLARA'S HOUSE 38 VI. DIANA 46 VII.
THE CANARY-BIRD 53 VIII. THE REWARD 62 IX. CHOOSING A
KITTEN 67 X. THE WILD GARDEN 76 XI. THE GEOGRAPHY
GAME 85 XII. HOW PEGGY SPENT HER MONEY 95 XIII. MRS.
OWEN'S SURPRISE PARTY 104 XIV. A CHRISTMAS EGG 118
XV. THE GREAT STORM 126 XVI. GRANDMOTHER OWEN'S

VISIT 141
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PEGGY IN HER BLUE FROCK
CHAPTER I
THE MOVING
Peggy, with flying yellow hair, was climbing the high stepladder in the
library, getting down books for her mother to pack. She skipped up the
stepladder as joyously as a kitten climbs a tree. Everything about Peggy
seemed alive, from her gray eyes that met one's glance so fearlessly, to
her small feet that danced about the room between her trips up and
down the stepladder. Her skirts were very short, and her legs were very
long and thin, so that she reminded one of a young colt kinking up its
heels for a scamper about the pasture.
"Peggy, you will break your neck if you are not careful," said her
grandmother. "And don't throw the books down in that way; see how
carefully Alice puts them down."
Alice smiled at the compliment and showed her dimples. She was a
pretty little thing with brown hair and big brown eyes. She was two
years younger than her sister Peggy, and was as small for her age as
Peggy was large for hers. She was taking the books from the lowest
shelf, as she was afraid to climb the stepladder.
"I'll risk Peggy's neck," said her mother, as Peggy once more skipped
up the stepladder.
This time she put the books down more carefully.
The family were moving from the large, old-fashioned house where the
children had been born to a very small one, more than a mile farther
from the village. Peggy and Alice were greatly interested in the moving.

Their father's mother had come all the way from New York to help
about it.
Their father had been a country doctor with a large practice and he had
gone into the war to save the lives of others; but the hospital where he
was at work had been shelled, and he had lost his own life. This had
happened almost at the end of the war. It seemed to the children a long
time since the war was over, and a very long time since their father had
gone overseas.
Peggy and Alice had been very much overcome when they heard of
their father's death, but now the world was very pleasant again. Another
doctor was coming to town, to move into their roomy old house and
take the practice which had been their father's.
Peggy looked out of the window at the garden. It looked its worst on
this March day, for it was all patches of white and brown. There was
not enough of the white snow for winter sports, nor was the brown
earth ready for planting seeds. Peggy was glad there were children in
the doctor's family because they would be sure to enjoy the croquet
ground and the apple trees. How she should miss the apple trees! There
was only one apple tree where they were going, but there was a cherry
tree. Peggy's face brightened when she thought of the cherry tree. And
they were to have a garden full of vegetables.
"Mary," said the children's grandmother to their mother,