Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1873-05-01
Rosy,s Glory Story.

Rosy's Glory Story.
"Peter Piper picked a peck of picked
peppers. Where's the peck a-pickled
peppers Peter Piper picked"
Bress you, Miss Resale dat you ?'
What you dom, Peter Piper"
Use a-pullin' up desc yer mornin'
glorles. Dey's SO sassy, a startin' up
where nobody 'vited UNI dey's low
trash, anyway, and / amt a-goin' to
have um In de garden, specially GOVERN
up dis yer frame dat was put up for de
roses"
Black Peters hands were filed with
the vigorous little two-leaved plants, and
as he spoke, he gave them a contemptu-
Gus toss into the rubbish pile.
Peter Piper, you're a-murdering the
lnnocents the roses had just as leave
have EN- on their frames, cause they
don't use morn half of it themselves"
Wall, Miss Resale, YOU ma and pa
and you don't use morn half your house,
but dey don't go to with in de low trash
from de street to fill up How'd YOU
like to have Pat Koran a-draggin' his
swIl cart into de parlor and a-sittin'
down on de velvet sofa 90
Peter had q talent for argument. as he
thought, and when he made a good point
he was so pleased with himself that he
chuckled and showed his row of white
teeth, in utter disregard of what re-
manned to be said on the other side.
Rosalie began:
Pat Koran is an ugly, dirty, horrid
boy, and he killed three cats once in a
bag. He amt like morning glories at
ALL"
Peter kept on the chuckling as if what
Il had SAID was OF no consequence at
all, which reused the imperious little
malden's indignation. Some brought
down her little boot with a force that left
the print OF her tiny boot in the soft soil
that Peter had just dug and raked over.
Peter Piper, I say you let those
clean little morning glories alone, and if
the roses don't like it, I'll talk to EN-"
Law, Miss Rosalie, you amt no
KIN OF ldee bout de prophecies of life.
as dis yere shows. Now desc has no
business yere tall. I'd like to see dat
little hoe O. yourn cuttin' UNI up dey
comes up easy. Don't you want to
try ?"
Rosy stood with her pretty little hoe
IN n hand her cheeks were quite
flushed with the heat of the controversy.
She was a spirited little piece, and had
always had her own way, which Peter
knew well enough. He was quite aware
that If he could not persuade her to come
INTO his plans, he must do as she said.
for the garden was her special delight.
and her father would not allow her to
be crossed in any plan that she had set
her heart upon IN regard to it.
Peter Piper" said she, quite i'm
presslVely, my new Joe'd be ashamed
OF hlsself to be cutting up what will
grow to be beautifuller than he some
day."
Rosy had a way of personifying her
garden tools, and they all had names.
such as Jake for rake, and Joe for her
hoe. Peter did not possess a perfectly
smooth temper, and he now dropped his
rake and walked off to another part of
the garden, muttering to himself:
81 s'pose Tseu have 10 do as dat
baby says. If she told me to stand still
and let de mornin' glories run upon me.
her pad say, Peter, I likes de garden. to
be Just as Rosy wantsit, and dare say I'd
have to stand till Use ali groweJ over"
Rosy stood for a minute, her cheeks
still flushed and her little fingers clutch
ing the tiny hoe handle. Then her
anger all evaporated, and she said
cheerily
Come, Joe, let's go to work"
Rosys work was about the same as a
butterf1y's might have been in the gar
den. She BATTERED from flower to flower.
and certainly made the place look
brighter and gayer. So her mother
thought, when she looked out of the
honey-suckled bay window, and SO
thought her father as he rode bv ON his
fine black horse.
What a beautiful child i' said MANY
a passer-by, for the garden was oniy
divided from the road by an iron fence.
and many people besides its owners thus
enjoyed its bright coIers and fragrance.
Rosy soon followed Peter and made
friends with him. Somehow Rosy 81
ways could make people get over it.
however much they might be yexed with
her. When her father said, &c Rosy. whv
can't [ be angry with you 90 she answer
ed, Because l love you so dearly.
papa" That was the real reason WIN
no one could long withstand the child.
Her little heart was full to OVERLOOKING
with the one thing that brightens this
work-a-day would be fer us-love.
After Rosy had made it up with Peter.
she danced along the path singing:
"Joe, Joe, the prettiest hoe,
That any child in town can show"
When she came to the place where
the morning glories had dared to spring
up within Peters well-kept border, she
knel- down and kissed them. Then she
sang:
stand, my pretties, in a row,
Ineres q place fs- you to grow;
You'll be splendid when you blow:
PeserT sayso, too, 1 know
Now they won't feel as if nobody
wanted EN-, she said to herself as she
ran away.
When Rosy saved the morning glories