The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1873-05-22
At any rate. Miss Polly had a way of
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s'aIost through. Polly 90 questioned
Miss Becky, as she always did every
half-hour.
Can't Aayf san,e responded Miss
Polly with a snap that shook ont pair
Of wet hose and her words at the sans
time "not unless / view my washin'
/ the same way these new. style poets do
the robe Of riebteousness. ana think
mighty little is the whole ont. One
clean stockin' IS enough 'eordin' to
them. No matter how much mud
body has gone into, so he's managed to
keep one foot ont I don't blReve no
suehP'
Why, OF course to be sure =" al,
mitted aIiss Becky. with mild indefinite
nesss - rr
"Curious what kinds of folks this
world does hold, anyhow !" pursued
Miss Polly, gazing meditatively into
I the depths of her tub. "There's them
| that has health on the brain, nowZnot
( that their brains IS 50 partieiar healthy
neither, that know Of but they're al
ways tallzin' about it. You must do
this. and you mustn't 40 t'otber. for
/ fear you'll spile your constitution and
all. your bylaws. Some Of 'em says
I it's a sin to be sick. Pears to me, if
that's so, the sicker you get the wicked
er you must be, and dyin' would seem
filter to send folks to the penitentiary
than to Heaven. It makes things look
considerably mixed
"There's the railroad smash-ups,
/ Polly, suggested Miss Becky, alleviat-
ingly.
g Humph! Well, I should think
there was. But everybody can't expect
to get killed that way, though the COM
panies offer great inducements, NUT
tered Miss Polly.
''Say, Aunt Polly, can't I sail ships
in you tub?" interposed small voice
and q pair of blue eyes and head of
tangled yellow eurls appeared in the
doorway.
But Miss Polly was too busy to no
tice, even when the little navigator took
silence for consent, and plunged into
her rinse-water with his treasures In
this general straightening-up of her
mental pantry, she had just found an
other article to be labeled and put away.
''Au sorts to make world Ishould
think so There's them refOxmin' wo-
men what go about Iecturin' and wantin'
laws fixed, and men to give 'em their
rights. Land sakes why don't they
Jest take their rights If there's any
thing they want to do, and can do, why
don't they stop taIkin' and do it ? Who's
goin' to hinder 'em? They're just like
Mrs. Jones when she wants to cross
the field where the COWS are. Shell
stand on the fence and shoe, and
swing her worl-bag, and flap her para
sol, and cry, Get out there ? when the
creatures are so busy eatin' grass that
they never notice her no way, and she
might cross dozen times if she'd
mind to. r
And me, too; yes, I think 50, .
observed Miss Becky, counting her
stitches.
"But then I don't say some folks
haven't as good a right to vote as any
body, and more too, for all I know, If
they be women" pursued Miss Polly,
frisking around to tAe other side of her
tub, and surveying the suds from that
/ point. Puts me clear out Of patience
/ to hear all this talk about its spilin'
women,-'sif we was q lot of eggs that
must be kept cool and not shook up
much, and calm us 'ministerin'
angels all the time. Do I look much
like on angel, Becky Murry?"
The resemblance was not very strik-
ing as she stood there with her sleeEee
rolled ap, her bare arms skimbo, wet
/ check apron pinned about her, and her
nose decorated with streak of blueing
/ Conscientious Miss Becky surveyed the
stout form rather doubtfulIy.
f'Well--to be sure That is, you're
as good as the most, Polly-better'n
most, Polly; but then, there's the
wings ana. things 5 they'd make-well, ]
must say fort, considerable difference,
I do s'pose she admitted, hesitatingly.
Guess you'll get wings some time,
/ Aunt Polly Wish J had some now, "
reflected Billy, with splashing of his
hands in the water thataE once recalled
Miss Polly to matters terrestrial.
81 AIercyl what is the young one up
to now ? Got my best spiee-box for a
boat, and punched q hole clear through
the bottom Of it to stick a mast in, as
sure a. sm alive
"Well, Maggie wouldn't tell me
stories. an my tops broke, an didn't
know rsothin' else to do, affirmed Billy,
defensively.
/ q NoEhin' elseY Wen, it's lucky yon
didn't, for 1t would like as anyway have
been something worse instead of better !
There. there, child r with softening
I light in her eye whereby the angel in
her flashed into sight for an instant,
all the splashin in the world can't
make en ocean in a wash-tub older
folks chan you have tried it. Run out
in tho yard md play, there's good
boy,
Tic June sunshine fell soft and
bright upon the quaint. homeIy old
garden, and Billy was quite reconciled
to his banishment the moment he caught
Che rustic Of She lilac leaves. and met
J the familiar nOdding Of the tall, good
natured sunGowers. Ho seated himself
On the grass dug llis bare toss into 3ae
warm earth Of a poppy-bed, and leaning
his small elbows upon the patched
knees Of his small trousers, settled his
round chin between his palms, and
dropped into q fit Of childish medits-
tion. With no past to remember. nc
/ cares 20 make anxious, ahd small knowi-
, ( edge - possibilities 20 ouFb him. ms
dreams and plans had Wild. free
/ ranges aud he had qaito decided where
he would 70 whau he came into pos
session IS bis eovesed wings, besides ee
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