The Lancaster gazette. [volume] (Lancaster, Ohio) 1863-1886, 1866-10-11


which is perpetually in her way for
her to stumble over; and this was real
! ly day of misfortunes. There was
fine statuette of Night-mamma's s per-
petual delight Papa had imported
it for her. 1t was the one extrava.
gance Of their plain little drawing room;
and on this morning, while dusting,
Martha fourished her duster q little
too vigorously and there was the stat
uette in pieces on the ground. Nam.
ma sat down beside it with face that
looked like crying.
Tat tat I said Willies fairy god
mother. 1T is a pity, to be sure but
then, just think how many mammas
have no bread and butter and shoes for
their children III nm "a i
Which was true bat that did not
mend the statuette and mamma look
cd still mere like crying.
You are as childish as Willie, said
his godmother, watching mamma from
under srcr spectacles. ssHc cried for
his lost box of paints, and would not be
eomforted by tho little heathcn chill
dren and you will not be consoled by
the mammas who have not only no
statuette but no shoes.
Then mamma was busy with a pud-
ding. She baked it with her own
hands for she had made it after a re-
cipe of the fairy godmother, and, if a
success, it was to surprise papa. AT
the critical moment, as she was placing
it in the oven, she was seized with u
doubt. Something about sugar and
spice wos to be done to the pudding at
the last moment. Query; Which last
moment? just before going into the
oven, or just before coming out? She
ran up stairs to ask the fairy god
mother.
Hush = said tho dame, who was
counting her stitches.
u just wish to ask
i desire you to be quiet, said the
faicly, severely. Sit down in that chair,
and neither presume to speak nor Stir
I'LL give y Ou iOoNO'
Mamma sat down. She was grown
up mamma. TO be sure, but then Will
lies godmother was fairy, and could
make her over into squash if she
chose, with one twist Of her knitting
needle.
Tick tick! five minutes by the
clock; ten Mammals pudding stand.
ing in the oven, mamma fuming on the
chair, and the fairy counting her stitch.
es. Five minutes more, and there was
a patterlng and a rustling in The chin
ney-fairy visitors for godmother.-
They pulled up chairs. and pulled out
| their knitting, land talked intcrminably
Mamma fdgetcd, and the clock licked
off tho minutes with uncomfortable
rapidity.
Commenced mamma at last ado
tell mo about my pudding. II will
be-
Hush ,hnsh cried the fairy god
mother shocked. "Little mammas
should be seen and not heard. Really
| am quite ashamed of you;" aud went
on talking. And of course you know
what had happened to the pudding by
the time that the old ladies had tripped
up chimney again. 1t was burned to
a cinder
Mamma was miserably vexod.
You have as little patience as your
son. calmly observed the fairy god
mother. "Whcn Hal Green offered to
lend him his pony he rushed home ia
ask your permission for the ride; but,
you remember, you were engaged with
Miss Tattle, who was on one of her
endless histories, and you would not
} permit him to speak; and so he SAT
counting the minutes; and when shC
finally took her departure il was toe
! late for the ride. l remember you
: rcprovcd him for his want Of rcsigna
ton
; There was no time for further pud
ding attempts, and finding a book
! mamma sat down to forget her annoy
ances in reading. Just as she reached
the most interesting chapter she hearc
: the fairy godmother
| Mamma mamma!
Away ran mamma with What il
l wanted p
: II wish you would 60 up into thu
attic and hunt me some spiders webs,
a said Willie's godmothor. Il am almos
az the end OF my ball of silk
: How disagreeabe mutterod nam
!, ma, and was instantly rebukcd with,
. How selfish you are | am sorry
u to find you so disobliging
: Mamma found the SPIDERS webs
turned back to her book, reached th
!, middle of the interesting chapter, ant
heard the fairy godmother again
:. Mamma mammal / wish yoV
would come and hold this SPIDERS sill
while | reel it,.
: 'Tiresome old thing said mamma
v and giving up her book in despair, sa
n down at her sewing when, the spider
silk was wound. t,e.tr w3l
d 'Yon hold your work very awkward
r ~, said the fairy godmother; ana pre-
8 sently,
a why do you not manage better wit
= your childron7 Do you not hear then
now IN q 80 WE Cg
II And ten stitches after, s>s )
: What sulky expression you wear
d IItis really very unbecoming VIII,
/ are you not moro pleasant and cheer
Q fulP yyeSA Ng},G 3@o1lo#
+ And when she had nearly completes