Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1866-10-25

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nobody would give her a chance tc
explain; and there was the intolera
bic disappointment about Mrs Green.
Ieafi and if at any time She found
herself Eraaually settling dswn tc
something like serenity, why there
was the efsiry godmother to stir her
up sgain.
Il sn afraid this is to he one oi
our unlncky days. says the fairy
godnother, with a smile that made
mamna, angry in moment She
had trouble with cook.
"Tot see you commenced badly, T"
remarks the fairy, soothingly liar
Z She!Nas nervous with the children.
- isof so much importance
to beS5n the day properly" observes
.TiAifs fairy godmOther. r.
Ddwhst shelvilI, mamms can not
get aEsy from the irritsting remem.
brancS of this nnlucky com nenee
meat, which is Perpetrally in her
way. fsr her 20 stumble over; and this
vas esliy . day of misfortunes.
Tbers was fine statuette of Night
manIra's perpetual delight Paps
had Exported it for her. Il was the
one extravasance Of their plain little
drawing room; and on this morning,
while dusting, Martha fourished her
dastee a little to vigorously; and
there lwas the statuette in pieces on
the gteund. Mamma sat down be-
, side il with face that locked like
crying,
It'd. tutr' said Willies fairy god
rnother. at is pity, to be sure;
but then, just think how many nam
mas hsye no bread and butter and
shoeSIor their children" g
Which was true; but that did not
meRdthe statuette and mamma look
ed str more like crying.
.s.Yon are as childish as Willie, .
sud his godmother, watching NAM
ms: from ander her spectscles. He
cried for his lost box of paints, and
weul,tnet be comforted by the little
hesthsn children: and You will not
be-eessoled by the mammas who
have not only no statuetts hut no
shoesa'
Thea mamma was busy with pud-
ding She baked it with ber own
hands; Tor she had made il after 4
reeipeof the fairy godmother, and,
ifa success, it was TO surprise papa.
At the critical moment. as she was
placing it in the oven, she was seized
with y doubt. Something about SUI
gar and spice was to be done 10 the
padding at the last moment Query:
Which. last moment? just before
goira Nta the over, or just before
eolnEAs oatss She ran up. stairs TO
ask the fairg godmother.
"Hush." said the dame. who was
counting her stitches.
II just wish to ask"
Il desire you to be quiet" said
the fairy, severely. "Sit down in
that chair, and neither presume to
speak nor stir till / give you leave. F"
Mamma sat down. She was q
grown up mamma, to be sure, but
then Willie's godmother was fairy,
and could make her over into a
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
stitches Five minutes more, and
there was 8 patterlng and rustling
iii>the chimney-fairy visitors for
godmether. They pulled up chairs,
and pulled out their knitting and
talked interminably. Mamma fidg-
eted, and the clock licked off the
minutes with uncomfortable rapid
ty.
Commenced mamma at last: do
tell me about my pudding. 1t will
be"
"Hush! hush." cried the fairy god.
mother shocked. Little mammas
should be seen and not heard. Real
ly l am quite ashamed of you;" and
went On talking. And of course you
know what had happened to the pud
ding by the time that the old ladies
had tripped up chimney again. 1t
was hnrned to q cinder.
Mamma was miseI ably vexed.
"You have as little patience as
your son." calmly observed the fairy
eodmother. '.When Hal Green Of
fered to lend him his pony he rushed
home to 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 10 speak;
and so he sat counting the minutes;
and when she finally took her depar-
ture it was too late for the ride. i
remember you reproved him for his
want Of resignation
There was no time for further pud-
ding attempts, AID finding a book
mamma sat down 10 forget her an
noyances in reading. just as she
reached the most interesting chap
ter she heard the fsiry godmOther:
Mamma, mammal
Away ran mamma with What is
wanted?"
81 wish you would go up into the
attic and hunt me some spiders
webs" said Willie's goimother. j
am almost at the end Of my ball of
silk
''How disagreeable!" muttered
mamma, and was instantly rebuked
with,
How selfish you are! l am sorry
to find you so disobliging."
Mamma found the spiders webs,
turned back to her book, reached the
middle of the interesting chapter. and
heard the fairy godmether again:
mamma. mamma. i wish you
would come and hold this spiders
siIk while | reel it.