The Literary echo, and Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1851-1854, 1852-07-22
WESTERLY. r. 1. THURSDAY, JULY q, 1862.

sled ! Isn't it too bad 2"
"May be Phil will fix it, by and by
"I'm SO afraid he WON'T" sighed
George, anxiously. "It's getting dark
and he said he couldn't do it by candle.
light"
:" How cold I am - said Eta, shiv.
ering. I" Let's 60 back into the sitting
room"
George took up his cake and went in
Philip, who had just finished the whale
story, which had caught his eye in the
paper, laid it down, and sauntered lazily
to the window.
"What's that Z" he asked. "Give
us bite"
And without waiting for permission.
he seized his brothers. cake, and broke
off half of it for his own eating.
ooh, now, Phil" complained the
small boy, "you've spoiled my hand"
"Cry, baby, for dough-nut; there's
your brave boy" sneered Philip.
"I say you are thief, and a mean
boy" exclaimed the courageous Eta
reused to retaliation. "You havn't
any right to eat Georges cake, wher
you won't help him make his sleigh
for all you promised to-"
"Hold your tongue till your opinion
is asked, Miss Flittergit ber," answered
her ungentlemanly cousin, very haugh-
|tily.
He looked out of the window about
five minutes and then turning, said, in
rather a cross way
"Well, youngster, bring along your
old sled! "Eagle," you expect to call
it do you? Humph!"
1t was really rather a ricketty piece
of mechanism which George brought
forward. 1t had been nailed together
by the little boy himself, and was made
out of various odds and ends of boards
fastened to the runners of a cast off sled
which Philip, in fit of good humor,
had Whitfield into shape. It was the
very best the persevering little fellow
could accomplish, however; and many
a pounded finger he had most heroically
borne for its sake.
GA sled and half, I should think, "
said Philip, scornfully. "Here, bring
me that chair. Now go long up stairs
and bring down my oil paints. Not
that paint-box, you numb. chance! Don't
you know the difference between water
colors and oil-colors ? Go down to the
kitchen and fetch me drink of water
and bring me up another cake, while
you're about it."
"Sally won't let me, Pm afraid,
answered the boy, who had been obeyins
all his brothers gruf commands with
great alacrity.
"What business is it of Sally's? She's
nothing but cook. Tell her l sent
ycu." :,
| "Id rather you'd 90 and ask" said
George, hesitating.
"I should think you might be little
obliging, when Pm working for you" !"
said Philip. You may do your own
Jobs, if you cannot do my errands J"
George timidly stole down into the
forbidden kitchen, very fearful of Sally's
displeasure. :.
Just then, a" Halloo" without caught
Philips ear. He looked up, and saw a
party of his comrades of the High
SCHOOL, with skates in hand, walking in
the direction of the meadows" as a
piece of overAowed land was styled.
Without thought for any one but him
self, he dropped the brush with which
he. had just begun to paint the yellow
TOP of the eagles wing, and, seizing his
cap, comforter, skates, was off before
George came back.
"0h, I had to take it, can tell you" !"
said George, opening the door, witA-a
cake and dipper in his hands. " Here,
Phil-where is Phil ?"
"He has gone OUT" answered Eta,
who was gazing earnestly out Of the
window. I do believe-there-yes
Isn't it too bad nowi He's going of
with those great boys"
George looked after him for about
three minutes, until he had turned q
corner and disappeared. Then he
glanced back at his unfinished sled, and
| his heart swelled high under the checked
apron.
Too" he faltered but one word
was too much for him. His lips quiv-
cred and with sob he ran out Of the
room.
"Never mind you can eat his cake
now I" called Eta after him.
He did not stop, but hurried up into
his chamber, and, hiding his face in the