Caddie Woodlawn

Caddie Woodlawn

Carol Ryrie Brink

Language: English

Pages: 288

ISBN: 1416940286

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Caddie Woodlawn is a real adventurer. She'd rather hunt than sew and plow than bake, and tries to beat her brother's dares every chance she gets. Caddie is friends with Indians, who scare most of the neighbors -- neighbors who, like her mother and sisters, don't understand her at all.

Caddie is brave, and her story is special because it's based on the life and memories of Carol Ryrie Brink's grandmother, the real Caddie Woodlawn. Her spirit and sense of fun have made this book a classic that readers have taken to their hearts for more than seventy years.

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resolved to ask Mother about them as soon as she went downstairs. Now she turned her attention to the clocks. They had been at the back of her mind all the time. She had been reserving them as a sort of final treat, as she often did with the things she liked best. She picked them up, one by one, and shook them to see if they would start ticking. Among the others stood the circuit rider’s clock. Caddie remembered what he had said—it was the “face of a dead friend.” Surely it would soon be time

neck to keep him from following. “Good-by, John,” she called. “Have a good journey!” John was already on his pony. He raised an arm in salute and rode quickly out of the farmyard. “Well, of all things!” cried Mrs. Woodlawn, bustling into the kitchen with a great sigh of relief. “You do have a way with savages, Caroline Augusta Woodlawn! I declare, this kitchen smells to heaven of smoky buckskin. Let’s open all the windows and doors for a minute and let it out. And, for mercy’s sake, Caddie, put

filled with the crackling roar of the fires of hell. But, when he sat with the Woodlawns at their table, all his sternness fell away. It was perhaps the only place on his circuit where he felt entirely at home. Their home, the largest in the neighborhood, was the one expected to offer him hospitality. But there was another reason why he always stayed there. Mr. Tanner was from Boston, too. He loved the beans and brown bread on Saturday night and the familiar talk of home. For him, as for Mrs.

bounced in his high chair and banged his spoon upon his tray. “You and I shall not be allowed to vote, baby Joe,” said Annabelle, “but never you mind, you’ll be a little English gentleman before the day is over, I’ll be bound.” “Goo! goo!” said baby Joe and showed his two new teeth in a pink smile. Then for a long time Father spoke to them quietly and earnestly, like an impartial judge, setting forth the advantages and the disadvantages of this move. He spoke of England more warmly than they

Sunday clothes, climbed into the wagon behind Mr. and Mrs. Woodlawn. Tom was a little sorry for Caddie and Warren, but he couldn’t resist a smirk of satisfaction. Only, strangely enough, Caddie and Warren did not seem as depressed over being left behind as they should have been. They stood beside the wagon, grinning like two Cheshire cats. Hetty and little Minnie stood with them, looking properly wistful. The moment the wagon started Caddie and Warren made a beeline for the barn to get old Betsy

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