Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1870-05-03

and exercise him little.E
"But ar'n't calves very strong ?"
suggested Rosie.
Frank laughed scorBtully.
"As if / couldn't hold a calfp' And
he proceeded to unite her and led her
out.
Then such a scene The moment
the calf felt the soft grass under her
feet, away she went over hill, dale,
brush and briar, dragging poor ex-
hausted Frank after her, and causing
him to practice gymna3tics in most
ludicrous way.
Incver had imagined that my broth
er possessed such an attitude for sur
mounting obstacles huge bushes were
taken at a flying lea9 stone walls
proved no impediment, tfsts were dex-
terously lodged, and no French dan
cling master ever exhibited a greater
variety OF steps than Franks elastic
limbs accomplished, to say nothing of
the calfs.
Finally the interesting perform
auce was wound up, literally and fig
uratively, by the calfs lodging be-
hind 4 tree, and then around and
around it entaugling theropa so as to
bring himself to a stand still, and
Frank, suddenly, into a horizontal po-
siti0n, thereby causing him to imagine
that the ground had flown up and hit
him on the head.
Dr.. Murray's factotuu, Michael,
who had been leaning over the fence,
hugely enjoying the whole scene, now
came forward and offered his servi-
ces. With his assistance Che calf was
soon lodged safely in the barn, and
Frank was taken in hand by tender
hearted mama, who, fearing that like
Jack in the story book, he had broken
his crown. treated him as Dame Hill
did her son, to a plaster Of vinegar
and brown paper"
Just as the operation vas compile
ted, the expressman reiLed up his
horses before our door, ani alighting,
lifted a great box from bis cart, which
he deposited in our front entry.
What is this. mama p we inquired,
eagerly clustering around i.
"See Is. nv dears, for the vegetable
and flower gardens"
"Oh! yon darlingy said Rosie, Civ
ing her hug, and then dancing of
for hammer.
But Frank was before her, and
coming up with hatchet, soon had
the box open.
A variety Of parcels, large and
small, and all numbered, greeted our
eager sight, as we each plunged in a
hand to inspect their contents.
What is this, mama ?"
And this ,"
And this ?"
Mama looked wondrouSIy wise, as
taking the first package she looked
first into it, aad then saround it, and
finally after a second inner inspection
ventured the suggestion.
II think these are squash seeds.
"Oh, mama! T. | exclaimed, 81 know
they are not squash seeds, they are
three times as small"
"Perhaps they are canteiopes,
suggested Frank.
No, they are cucumberS r declared
Rosie.
"Arc you sure, my dean? ?" asked
mama meekly
Rosie rep'ie that she was, and la
hei.ed the package neatly.
Now what are these p said Frank
holding up for inspection a very bulky
package.
~Omons" exclaimed mama, trium-
phantjy. =.
But" said l doubtingly, they do
not smell at all, Rosie, do you think
they are onions ?'
Maud Leigh" cried my sister, q
am heartily ashamed Of you, onions
indeed they are bulbs for the flower
garden; hyacinth, narci5sus, crocua
etc, but they might as we'll be fire
crackers, for all the use we can make
of them now, they can not be planted
until next fall. Don't you know ma
ma, that only gladiolus bulbs and a
few of the lilies, are suitable for late
spring planting p
Stop your lecture on botany, Ro-
sic, Posie, and tell US what is this 2
and Frank held up a bag of-some.
thing
Rosie took it, looked at it, shifted
at it, and making very dubious face
at it, avowed that the contents were
nothing but sawdust in huge grains.
"And here are two more bags, fill
ed with the same" Frank cried indig.
nantly.
dts a shame, mama" we vehe
mently sympathi8ed.
Franks declaration that the seed
dealer was "a rascal" was.interrupted
by knock upon our front door.
Our visitor was DR.. Murray.
"Good morning" be said pleasant
ly, as he entered the hall, and ther
glancing at the array Of packages, he
remal ked,
"You are making extensive garden
preparations | see."
Il should think so, answered ma
ma, little rufled, @the scotsman ha:
sent me three bags of sawdust."
"Sawdust! my dear madam, there
must be some mistske.'
See for yourself!" cried Frank
tossing him the despised parcels, a
the contents of which the doctor mere
ly glanced, and then. with a not Who'll
iy suppressed smile, named then
mangold wurzel and beet seeds.
There must be a catalogue" sale
he, accompanying the packages, anC
10 it corresponding numbers to those
on the wrapper will give Us thei
names"
An instantaneous search produced
the catalogue. We consulted it eager
Iy. and Rosie wrote the names as tn,
different packages were Identified
upon their wrappers, with frequen
interjections and remarks in paren
thesis.
No. 10, Mignonette, oh i! that il
nice 40, Turnips. bah IA, Swee