The Literary echo, and Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1851-1854, 1852-11-18

/, beyond the usual breakfast time.
The table was already furnished witt
two plates of the fresh butter, each cen
tanning half pound One Of them was
perempto lly o.d.red off, and the other
piece cut in two.
When the hot cakes arrived, they
were pronounced swimming in butter
Not one of the children, however, from
Tom down to EN-, were willing to be-
lievc this. ......
See, ma," said Tom, there isn't
hardly any butter ON my cakes" "
" Take molasses, thsn. Butter is too
dear to be used after your fashion"
" don like molass ,"replied Tom,
in a most interesting whine.
"Then don't eat it," said the mother,
her voice expressing anything but an
amiable temper.
Can't l have some more butter Z"
" Not particle more," was answered
most positively.
Tom, at this, threw down his knife
a d looked sulky, whereupon his fatlel
ordered him to leave the table.
IL ant some more butter," said
little EN-, unappallcd by the fate OF
Tom.
There's butter enough on your
cakes" replied the mother.
" No there amt. | want some more
butter"
Well, you can't have any more.
Here's molasses -
81 don't want mol sses, give me more
butter" T"
No, OF particle more"
Em showed her di,apl ointment by
screaming to the extent Of her vocal
capacity.
You may scream from now until
Doomsday " sald Mrs. Livcwell, coolly
= but you'll get no more butter. l de
clare l never saw h. like ,ou all seem
to think that butter was made to be
eaten like so much meat -
81 don't like the cakes" broke in
Katy, next older than En-, who was still
screaming madly. And the little lady
pushed away her plate and leaned back
in her chair
"Why don't you like them' Will
you hush, En- -
The fist sentence was calm inter
rogation; the last an angry reclamation.
e" | want. more butter,' said Katy.
"Wel, you won't get any more.
Y our cakes are swimming now"
Kat began to whine, and En- con-
tinued her undininlshed scream"
eff you don't hush, Ii -" ex-
claimed Mr. Livewell, suddenly losing
all patience and laying hi hand heavily
upon Em.
Th. threat of uuuttered consequences
did not in the least appal the little rebel,
!. the continuance Of her ear-piorcing
screams gave any clue to the state of her
feelings
e. cant stand this,'' fell, at length,
from the over-tried fathers lips, aud
rising up quickly, he seized En- with a
determined grip, and in wonderful sho It
space Of time, landed her in the cham
Der above, where he left her to cry it |
out by herself AS he came down, his
eyes rested for moment or two upon
his hat, which hung in the passage, and
b. fit strongly inclined to seize upon it
md beat u hurried retreat; but he re- {
sisted the temptation, and again eutered {
he breakiast-room Mrs. Livrwel! 1
ooked distressed, aad the two remaining /
children wore rebcllious aspect. The t
after, however, full warned by the fate a
# Tom aud Em, were silent, and eat, t
With an evident want OF relish, the caxes t
all to be swimming in buttsr." Upon Il
his point, it is but fair to remark tlat {
here were two op Mons. n
Alas what tempest Of unhappy a
ceilings had the advance of four cents a a
,ound IN butter awakened in the breast I
{ nearly every member of this family. 81
he boquet of flowers which Mrs. Live a
,ell bought that morning in market, d
ost more than the whole advance on p
,ur pounds, the usual quantity pu chas- 4
d. This boquet had been thrown on j
he mautcl piece carelessly, aud while f.
he was making her children miserable o
y stin,ing them in thair allowance OF =
utter, the baby was tearing the flowers G.
0 pieces aud strewing the leaves upon Il
he floor. The destruction caused only Il
passing murmur. Strange habitude Il
{ mind. u
Yet Mrs Livewcll does not stand "a
Ione. She is the repres ontative of 81
lass, and that very large one, with II
hom the price of butter throws b ight- ia
esq O, gloom over the domestic circle. IN