{"product_id":"2940013803213","title":"THE STORY OF PATSY","description":"CONTENTS AND LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e       *       *       *       *       *\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e          _\"Patsy minding the Kennett Baby.\"_      _Frontispiece_\u003cbr\u003e          _Vignette._                                     _Title_\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e       I. THE SILVER STREET KINDERGARTEN.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e      II. PATSY COMES TO CALL.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e          _\"Here's an orange I brung yer!\"_\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e     III. TWO 'PRENTICE HANDS AT PHILANTHROPY.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e          _Miss Helen._\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e      IV. BEHIND THE SCENES.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e          _\"The boys at my side prattle together.\"_\u003cbr\u003e          _\"Here is the hat!\"_\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e       V. I SEEK PATSY, AND MEET THE DUCHESS OF ANNA STREET.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e          _\"The Story of Victor.\"_\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e      VI. A LITTLE \"HOODLUM'S\" VIRTUE KINDLES AT THE TOUCH OF JOY.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e          _Carlotty Griggs \"being a Butterfly.\"_\u003cbr\u003e          _Paulina's \"good-mornings to Johnny Cass.\"_\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e     VII. PATSY FINDS HIS THREE LOST YEARS.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e          _\"He sat silently by the window.\"_\u003cbr\u003e          _Tail Piece._\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER I.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTHE SILVER STREET KINDERGARTEN.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e     \"It makes a heaven-wide difference whether the soul of the child is\u003cbr\u003e     regarded as a piece of blank paper, to be written upon, or as a\u003cbr\u003e     living power, to be quickened by sympathy, to be educated by\u003cbr\u003e     truth.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt had been a long, wearisome day at the Free Kindergarten, and I was\u003cbr\u003ealone in the silent, deserted room. Gone were all the little heads,\u003cbr\u003eyellow and black, curly and smooth; the dancing, restless, curious eyes;\u003cbr\u003ethe too mischievous, naughty, eager hands and noisy feet; the merry\u003cbr\u003evoices that had made the great room human, but now left it quiet and\u003cbr\u003eempty. Eighty pairs of tiny boots had clattered down the stairs; eighty\u003cbr\u003ebaby woes had been relieved; eighty little torn coats pulled on with\u003cbr\u003epatient hands; eighty shabby little hats, not one with a \"strawberry\u003cbr\u003emark\" to distinguish it from any other, had been distributed with\u003cbr\u003einfinite discrimination among their possessors; numberless sloppy kisses\u003cbr\u003ehad been pressed upon a willing cheek or hand, and another day was over.\u003cbr\u003eNo,--not quite over, after all. A murderous yell from below brought me\u003cbr\u003eto my feet, and I flew like an anxious hen to my brood. One small\u003cbr\u003equarrel in the hall; very small, but it must be inquired into on the way\u003cbr\u003eto the greater one. Mercedes McGafferty had taunted Jenny Crawhall with\u003cbr\u003ebeing Irish. The fact that she herself had been born in Cork about three\u003cbr\u003eyears previous did not trouble her in the least. Jenny, in a voice\u003cbr\u003echoked with sobs, and with the stamp of a tiny foot, was announcing\u003cbr\u003ehotly that she was \"NOT Irish, no sech a thing,--she was Plesberterian!\"\u003cbr\u003eI was not quite clear whether this was a theological or racial\u003cbr\u003econtroversy, but I settled it speedily, and they ran off together hand\u003cbr\u003ein hand. I hastened to the steps. The yells had come from Joe Guinee and\u003cbr\u003eMike Higgins, who were fighting for the possession of a banana; a\u003cbr\u003ebanana, too, that should have been fought for, if at all, many days\u003cbr\u003ebefore,--a banana better suited, in its respectable old age, to peaceful\u003cbr\u003econsumption than the fortunes of war. My unexpected apparition had such\u003cbr\u003ean effect that I might have been an avenging angel. The boys dropped the\u003cbr\u003ebanana simultaneously, and it fell to the steps quite exhausted, in such\u003cbr\u003ea condition that whoever proved to be in the right would get but little\u003cbr\u003eenjoyment from it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"O my boys, my boys!\" I exclaimed, \"did you forget so soon? What shall\u003cbr\u003ewe do? Must Miss Kate follow you everywhere? If that is the only way in\u003cbr\u003ewhich you can be good, we might as well give up trying. Must I watch you\u003cbr\u003eto the corner every day, no matter how tired I am?\"","brand":"SAP","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47167734055152,"sku":"2940013803213","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013803213_p0.jpg?v=1763590483","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013803213","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}