Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1868-09-16
AN IMPATIENT MOTHER.

tie must perfect hdIidoily LOT over an nOOf.
The pleasure of one seemed TO be the pleas
ure of the other. If Amy suggested some
new amusement, John agreed in cheerful
good humor; and it was the same with Amy
if her brother proposed any change in their
sports or employments
Let us play with paper dolls, " said Amy
at last growing weary over the toy houses
which they had been building.
John was ready for paper dolls. or anything
else his little companion might propose. So
Amy brought from the closet her box of
painted dresses, and the two children sat
down upon the floor to arrange and f. them
to the figures of meu and women that were
also contained in the box.
''Oh, dear!" said Amy, affecting tone
of annoyance, ''all my Floras dresses are
out Of fashion. She mast have one of the
new talmas before she can go walking again.
Won't you paint a new dress and cloak for
her, if | cut them out p
Nothing could have pleased John, at this
time, better than this proposal. He went
singing off up stairs for his paint box, while
Amy tripped away in the happiest mood
possible, to her mothers room, and com
menced turning over the things in her work
basket.
'What do you want there?' the mother
spoke in quick, angry tones.
Amy started and drew back step or two
from the basket, her face flushing, and a
cloud darkening the pure brow on which the
sunshine rested only moment before.
Il want the scissors, answered the child
''Well, you can't have them, SO go away
with YOU
Il want to cut some new dresses for my
Flora, urged the child again approaching
the basket and diving her hand in among
the labyrinth of spoofs, tape, muslin and
cord which it contained. 4 sudden change
had come over her feelings and in her child
ish persistence, she meant to obtain the ar
ticle desired
Didn't tell you that you couldn't have
them?" still further losing her temper, and
at the same time, catching Amy by the arm
/ and jerking her with considerable force from
/ the basket.
The child did not complain. She was not
| one of the kind that made loud outcries every
time their wishes are thwarted Yer, she
did not feel this unkindness of her mother
any less 1t fell ike shadow upon her
young spirit, and dimmed, for time, all its
brightness.
When Amy returned to the room in which
only few moments before, she had parted
with her brother her mood of mind was en-
tirely changed He was already there with
his box of paints, and sheet of white paper,
from which to cat the new dresses for Flora.
Did you get the scissors p he asked
No answered Amy, pouting her lips
and looking very unamiable.
'.Why?"
''Mother wouldn't give them to me-
John looked disappointed. He stood for
little while looking DOW at the paint box
and sheet of white paper in his hands, and
now at the altered face of his sister with
whom he had been playing SO sweetly for an
hour.
Never mind, " he said at length, in a com
forting voice Flora will have TO wait for
her new cloak She must wear one of her
old dresses to-day. Here Is a hansome one. :"
And stopping to the box on the floor. he
lifted therefrom green plaid walking dress.
Flora will look handsome enough in this,
said he, in a cheerful voice.
Il don't want to play at paper dolls. "
Amy looked still more unlovely. The trown
on her brow was heavier, and her lips point
ed to a deg.ee that sadly marred the childish
features.
Johns face now became troubled. The
current of his feelings, which had been Gid
T ing so smoothly, with the sunshine on its
breast, commenced ripping over stony OBJ
! structions. He sat down upon the floor and
| in listless kind of way commenced turning
over the figures of dresses, Presently he
/ took no bonnet, and began bending the
( front OF it backwards though not IN man
ner to injure or disfgure it.
| Don do that. said Amy, ,curtly, you Il
/ spoil the bonnet And she came quickly
/ forward. and reached out her hand to take
/ the small piece of printed cardboard from
/ her brother. John, instead of giving 1t up
in kind way, was offended at his sister :
manner, and thrust the bonnet behind him
out of her reach.
Give it to me, John I" The child's red
dening face marked her quickly rising anger.
But John did not yield. He still kept the
bonnet beyond her grasp.
III tell mother if you don't give me my
dolls bonnetl" cried Amy with increasing
Ill nature.
Tell her. | don't care y said the boy.
Give me the bonnet p
Il won t until please.
Mother" Amy turned to the door cry
ing out in an imperative voice, John won
give me my doll : bonnet
John T. the mother called him sharply
I'm not hurting the bonnet, answered
John.
Yes, he is, mother. He's bending it al
up and spelling it
It's no such thing mother!' Responded
John.