Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1872-07-02

little irritable, she would say, Take care.
children. Remember how the fight in
the bHrnyard began. Never give kick
for II hit, and you will save yourself and
others deal Of trouble"
That Same afternoon the sunshiny dame
stepped into Aunt Hetty's rooms where
she found Peggy sewing, as usual, with
the usual switch on the table beside her.
al am obliged 10 go to Harlem on bus-
ness" said she. II feel rather lonely
without company. and | always like TO
have child with me-; | will pay her fare
in the omnibus"
"she has her spelling lesson to get be-
fore night" replied aunt Hetty. II don,
approve OF young folks going plsasur.
ing and ncglecting their education"
Neither do l." rejoined her neighbor
"But | think there is great deal of cd
ucation not found In books. The fresh air
will make Peggy grow stout and active.
prophesy she will do great credit 10 your
bringing up"
The sugared words and the remeni-
brance of the sugared pie. touched the
soft spot in Miss Turnpenny's heart, and
she told Peggy she might go and put on
her best gown and bonnet. The poor
child began to think that this good neigh
bon was certainly one OF The good fairies
sho had read about in the picture books.
The excursion was enjoyed rs only II
child can enjoy the country. The world
seems such pleasant place when the
lctters are OF, and nature folds the young
heart lovingly TO her bosom. A flock of
real birds and two living butterflies put
the little orphan in n perfect ecstacy. She
pointed to the fields covered with dandc.
lions, and said: See how pretty 1t
| looks ~ il the stars had come down TO
lie on the grass" All, our little Peggy
had poetry in her. though Aunt lIetty
never found it out! Every human soul
has the germs OF some flowers within,
and they would opon il they could only
lind sunshine and free air TO expand them.
Mrs. Fairweather was practical phi
losopher in her own small way. She ob-
served that Mrs Turnpenny really liked
pleasant tune; and when winter came,
she tried to persuade her that singing
would be good for Peggy's lungs, and
perhaps keep her from going into con-
sumption.
MY nephew, James Fairweather,
keeps singing school" said she. land
lie says he can teach her gratis. You
need not feel under great obligations, for
her vpice would lead the whole school,
and her ear is 50 quick it will be no truble
at all TO teach her. Perhaps you may 60
with US sometimes neighbor Turnpenny.
IL is very pleasant to hear the children's
voices"
The cordage OF Aunt hetty's mouth re-
laxed into smile. She accepted the in
vitation, and was SO much pleased that
she went every Sunday evening The
simple tunes, and sweet young voices fell
like The dew on her dried up heart, and
greatly aided the genial influences of her
neighbo's example. The rod silently
disappeared from the table. II Peggy
was disposed TO be idle, it was only nee
esSary TO say when you have finished
your work you may 30 and ask whether
Mrs. Fairweather wants any errands
done" Bless me-, how the fingers flew !
Aunt lIetty had learned to use turnps
instead OF the cudgel.
When spring came, Mrs. Fairweather
busted herself with planting roses and
vines. and Miss Turnpenny readily con.
sen;sd that Peggy should help her, and
even refused to take any pay from such a
good neighbor. But she maintained her
own opinion that it was mere waste OF
time TO cultivate flowers. The cheerful
philosopher never disputed the point, but
sometimes would say: II have no room
to plant this rosebush, neighbor Turnpen.
ny; would you DO willing to let me set it
out on your side of the yard 1t will
take very little room, and need no care"
At another time she would say: "Well,
really, my ground is too full. Here is a
root of ladies' delight. How bright and
pretty it looks 1t seems pity to throw
it away. If you are willing, | will let
Peggy plant it in what she calls her gar
den. 1t will grow of itself, without any
care, and scatter seeds that will come up
and blossom in the chinks of the bricks.
love it. II seems such a bright, good
Aatured little thing" Thus, by degrees,
the grabbed maiden found herself sur.
rounded with flowers; and she even de.
clared of her own accord, that they did
look pretty.
One day, when Mrs, Lane called up
Mrs. .Fairweather. she found the old weed
grown yard bright and blooming. Tab.
quite fat and sleek, was asleep in the sun
shine, with her paw upon Pink's nscl, and
little Peggy was singing at hel work as
blithe rs bird.
"How cheerful YOU look here !" said
Mrs. Lane. "And so you have taken the
house for another yearp Pray, how do
manage to get on with the neighbor.in'
law ?"
''I find her a very kind, obliging neigh
bor, replied Mrs. Fairweather.
"Well, that is miracle I" exclaimed
Mrs. Lane. Nobody but you would have