The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1870-08-23
POLISHING THE WINDOWS.
by MRS. @. w.-FLANDERs ,

WI the most stylish girls in the town.
7 here were four of them, all handsome,
and queenly and cultivated, with little
fortune of their own, which was left them
two years before, and which they were to
come into full possession OF when they
were tweuty-one, but not a moment be-
fore.
OF course the young gentlemen of the
village kept their eyes turned toward the
Whipple family. If there was a ride, or
a walk, or party, or socable, nothing
could be done unless these four pretty
madens were concerned in it; much to
the disgust of the rest of us, who had no
+. especial expectations, whatever might be
our individual pretensions to good looks
and culture.
There was another member of the
Whipple family. This young lady was a
niece of Mr.. Whipple, the child Of fa-
vorite sister, who had been unfortunate,
and who died not long after her marriage
The child was such pale, puny creature,
with such awkward, shy ways, that she
grew Cinderella-like, in such domestic OBJ
scurity that none of us knew much Of
her until the event happened which am
about to relate.
Cousin Ned was always an eccentric
genius. He had been travelling all over
Europe, and WIS the author Of " Letters
from Paris published in our paper, that
were thought very brilliant, because they
described the European fashions in vi
vacious way, and cut us Americans up
for trying to ape Eugenia, when we ought
to have enough sense to know that sty les
of one country were lily adapted to an
other.
Cousin Ned was regarded as a great
catch. All the Whipple girls were de-
lighted when they heard Of his intended
return, and made me promise to bring
him over as soon as he was at leisure
Indeed, they had been very attentive to
me on his account, as | very well knew,
and | was. just foolish enough to be pa
tronized by them, although / knew they
barely recognized me at Saratoga, when
we met there one summer.
Among my letters that morning, [
found one from Ned. He had arrived in
New York, and was only waiting he said,
to purchase me the handsome silk, at
Stewards" before coming to us.
As I knew there was to be brit lAy
party at the Whipples, ran over toshow
the letter, and beg then to allow me to
telegraph to Ned to hasten, that he might
be in season for the festivities.
We were all sitting in the back parlor,
talking over our new dresses and trim
mings, when Mr.. Whipple came in has
tily.
"Now, girls" this won't do; some of
you must polish the windows in 'front.'
Bridget is all out of sorts this morning.
She says she will wash them, but she will
not have time to rub them, and that un-
less some of you will help her, she will
quit, and it will be just like her to do it..
So if you know what is for your interest,
do fly around and get her good natured
again ?"
Where's Sad?" asked all the girls
in breath. Said, was the orphan niece,
and was expected to do everything that
Bridget didn't.
"Shes sick, with one of her terrible
headaches; !" Mrs Whipple said, with an
indignant toss Of the head.
Well, she's always sick, it seems to
me-" Cecilia cried out harshly.
"Pve been expecting she would give
out ever since my birthday party has
been announced" said Rose, spitefully.
"I should think.you would be ashamed
of yourself" Mrs. Whipple returned, as
if there was a slight sense of justice left
in her. Said has worked like dog
ever since this party was talked Of
Look at the piles of cakes she has made,
and the creams and whips to say nothing
of the dresses and furbelows / should.
think you might have some mercy on.the
child"
Well, [ guess she can manage to pol
ish these windows" Rose said, laughing
ly. You don't think I'm going to
stand up there for everybody to look at
who goes by?"
"If you never do anything worse than
polish windows you never will have occa-
a;on to hlusb for uoursalfO the mother