The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1871-06-29
ROSE:

ROSE:
Rose is black girl eight years old, and
has hair so curly that it fairly Kinks, and
a nose as fiat as yours is, little darling
when you press it against the window,
pane to watch for papa's coming home
Her lips are twice as thick as yours. and
as red as cherries; and when she laughs,
Which is every two minutes, there can be
seen row OF teeth as white as snow, and
as even as a row of pins.
And-andi How shall | tell YOU how
black Rose is? o, l know; Just look
down at your little shoe, the one you
have worn long enough to take the first
gloss Oft, and there you have it. "As
Diack as your shoe;' that is Roses color.
Rose doesn't like ii much being so black,
and she runs out of doors without anv hat
and sits whole hours in the sun. boning
she'll fade out, :" like Miss Lovegro's old
calico dress"
! Rose has the care of the chickens, and
calls them hers. She feeds them twice
every day, and gives them plenty of nice
fresh water to drink. One day she came
running in and said
80, Miss Lovegro', l wish l was
chicken, like them little white banties :;
Ia give anything if could only be one ?"
why don't you play you are one?"
said Mrs, Lovegrove q think you could
manage to roost on a pole, if you tried !;
you know you can do almost anything"
., Miss Lovegro, can try?"
And when size was told that she might,
she hopped UP and down for ioy, which
so frightened Tabby, the cat, that she
jumped out of the window, and over
turned a tlower-pot, and went racing down
the garden path, as if great black dog
was after her.
That night, when everything was quiet
and it was Roses bedtime, instead of
going up to her own little chamber, she
stole softly out Of the back door, down
the path, behind the barn, to the hen
house.
She was a little afraid of the dark, which
made her hurry the faster, and in minute
she had unlocked the hen-house door,
opened it and walked in. 1t was yery
dark inside, and Rose said to herself
go, dear, wish | had brought a light" :"
then she thought, why, hens don't have
no light to 60 to bed by; what a gump
you are, Rose Wallace, to want a lamp,
You'd better get on to your perch and go
to sleep"
So she clucked little, as near like a hen
as she could, and slapped her arms against
her sides, as II they were wings, and look
ed up to the roosts, and wished she could
get up.
q" d'clar," said she, "'taint no use irwin
to fly with nOthin' but arms. Wish | had
some feathers! Nebber mind, III get a
barrel and stan on"
SO she rolled barrel under the perch,
and up she jumped, first upon the barrel
slihd ld ftIr&ln ft4en ylnlp lnlpQn the perch. But all she
then down she would go to the ground.
Dear met I've hurI me awful" she
said. ut Almost as hard to D2 hen as 1t
is to be good | declar' for it, don't see
how them hens stick"
After awhile, by trying very hard, Rose
at last found herself roasted III corner,
with her back against a beam, and one
hand holding on the window bar, and
feeling pretty comfortable, and quite Sc
cure, she thought she would try and go to
sleep.
"7Taint quite so easy as a bed, but I'll
soon get used to it, and then it's so nice to
be a hen. Is good mind to try to fly
down l would, if I wasn't afraid of hit
ting that barrel. Laws salive how did that
yer barrel come open end so? | must have
tipped it over. De very first thing I'll do
in the mornin' is to crow, just as loud as L
ever can, an then III go stan on one leg
III the sun, the whole live long day.
And so thinking and thinking, pretty
soon she began to dream. She dreamed
that she wasi a splendid great hen, with
gold feathers, and diamond eyes, and top
knot as high as a barrel, and made OF
feathers of the gravest colors which kept
nodding, and glancing, and waving IN
in the wind, and which SO overhung her
eyes that they made her quite dizzy to
look at.
She tried to look down to the ground,
but she couldn't keep her eyes off the
feathers, and she was growing dizzier-
dizzer-everything seemed to be whirling
-dizzier-dizzier-ro and round
until by and by she whirled herselfupon
the edge Of high bank.
Round ana round she went until she
whirled herself off, and then round and
round, down and down she went, until she
brought up, with her head down IN bar
rel-and wide awake.
There she was-with her heels in the
| air, and her head at the bottom of the bar
rel. She could not get out. She forgot
| all about crowing besides it was still dark.
| So instead of Growing she screamed:
"Miss Lovegro'-Miss-Lov
That frightened the hens and they flew
down, and cackled and squawked, and tiut,
tered about until such noise was made
that it reached Mrs. Lovegrove's ears, who
had not yet gone to bed, for it was only
nine o'clock.
She called to her husband.
ooh, dear, somebody's stealing our
hens, or ferret has got in and is eating
them. Do go out quick and see what ls
the matter, and I'll go out and hold the
lantern"
So out they went, and then Mrs. Love
grove knew Roses voice-and screamed,-
"Where are you, ROse?'
"Here is, Miss Lovegro," in a barrel, IL
the hen house. Do take me out"
So they opened the door, and there were
the hens, frightened half to death, but
there in the corner, were two black fee
sticking out of barrel, and that was al
there was to be seen of Rose.
So they pulled her out, and set her OF
her feet, and away she scampered to thu
; house.
Then Mrs. Lovegrove remembered wha
Rose had asked her in the afternoon ant
laughed heartily to think Rose had takel
her in earnest.
After good washing, Rose crept up t.
!, her own chamber, and as she went, sald,-
Good night, Miss Lovegro', 'taint NJ
; use trying to be anything you amt.
d'clar fort, I'd rather be RoseWallace, tha
the prettiest beauty in that coop. Youth
, Companion.
Value Of Time.
T u-o11d Gladly imDrpes J7pOn the min