The Columbian. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1866-1910, 1870-04-15

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whimpered.
"You did, Maud" said Rosie "I re-
member"
And so | did, and i remembered 1t,
too; but as Georgie knew perfectly we'll
that l did not mean he should ride
alone. or at any time without permis.
sion, punished him for his i'll behav-
ior by banishing him from all our rides
for a week.
When the probation was ended, he
and Sue were permitted to occupy the
front seat with me one morning as
drove to the post-office.
The horse was without binders for
the first time in his life, Rosie and l
having decided them superiuous cruel
ties. He behaved admirably, merely
looking very intently upon everything
on or about the road, and working his
ears in a nervous manner.
When we reached the Office pru
IDENTIFY lifted Sue out and stood her up
on the pavement, and, telling George
to sit very still, went in for the mail.
Directly my back was turned the
mischievous child flared open large
umbrella just as the horse look ed around
to the carriage.
Off he went, like Donati's comet
Georgie, still grasping the umbrella,
was pitched over backward, and finally
out of the carriage. The horse contin-
ued his rapid flight, until, painting and
exhausted, he stopped before our door;
his condition and the empty carriage
sending Rosie into Mysteries, and man.
ma into fainting fit.
l walked home with the two children
and the luckless umbrella in the hot
sun, wishing desperately that people
who were silly enough to have little
boys would keep them at home and
cultivate them themselves, instead Of
burdening their good. .natured relatives
in the country.
| The little fellow was contrite enough
when he saw-his grandmamma's and
Aunt Rosio's alarming state.
But the sincerest contrition will not
mend injured horses. Louis and George
had ruined our span. However, in this
last instance / drew all the blame, as
all but Philip censured me for driving
without binders.
After this little episode we had a COM
paratively quiet time for a week or So.
But soon mamma diicovered that our
expenses of living were much more
than they had been in the city. Now,
though this did not materially affect
our monetary circumstances, it was d.
rectly contrary to the principle of "Ten
Acres Enough" in which treatise Mr..
Marvel sets forth the pecuniary econo-
my of a country residence.
"We must make the farm support
us" argued mamma.
"Here we are buying butter at the
rate of sixty cents a pound" cried
| Frank, consulting the store books.
"Now, mamma, General Hooker (that
was our cow, ,christened by Rosie) must
furnish us with butter henceforth."
"That's IS an excellent idea, Frank. 1
wonder it did not occur to me-" quoth
mamma. And presto! our two famed
| bays were harnessed, and Rosie and i
despatched for churn, to town, actual
ly, for we could not obtain one in the
country.
Our ideas on the subject of churns
were rather vague, and an insidious
salesman easily persuaded us to pur-
chase good -for-nothing patent arrange
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to any one else.
We took our wonderful bargain"
home, and mamma, after duly admir-
ing it and congratulating us upon our
wisdom in its selection, ordered Den
MISS wife, our Hibernian. to skim the
milk and save all the cream.
In day or two she was told to make
some butter, and she followed very
novel recipe of her own, saring all the
cream, very tfiectually, and attempting
to churn the skinned milk.
"Deed then, Miss Leigh" she appeal
ed to mamma, "this is no good at all,
at all, - as her red arms vigorously ro-
tated the iron crank, whirled round the
dash board with resounding splash,
splash, splash, while through the ven
tilators in the top of the churn issued
jets of milky whey.
When Bridget was exhausted mann
ma twired the handle, then Rosie, and
finally | spun it round and round.
Mamma" cried Rosie, peeping into
the churn, when strength had deserted
our arms and faith our hearts, "the
cream is as thin as water"
"CraNe is it you're saying? ?" cried
Mrs. Dennis, squaring her elbows and
expanding her mouth.
"Isn't it cream ?' asked mamma,
who was again at the crank, suspending
her labors.
"No, ma'am, sure! it's the milk; the
CRANES in the jar"
With eXclamations of impatience at
such egregious stupidity, we called
Dennis to remove the contents of the
churn to the pigs trough. Then re-
plenishing the machine with cream,
we renewed our eXertions. Philip came
in, and he finally brought about an
ounce of butter from three quarts of
cream.
The churn was warranted to bring
butter in three min utes and we worked
at the handle by turns for three hours
and half.
When the golden (?) butter finally
came, leaving mamma to work it, Phil.
and | went out to the spring among the
cool cedars. There the young man
made some very incoherent remarks
regarding white hands and arms, bronze
brown hair, etc, and demanded from
me that / should name the day, and
then, without allowing me to demur,
named very near one himself, answer
ing to my objections ms to time, etc.