The Van Buren press., 1873-06-24
MISCELLANY.
General Supervision.
BY LYDIA NJ. MILLARD.

"My dear, ! wish you would try an'
have a general supervision over things
a real thorough housekcopsr knows wha
is going on all over her house, from gar
ret TO cellar noticed this mt rning tia
Budget had dropped two or three pota
would tell her to be more careful. Yot
20 to some houses and the cellar is a.
dean a. be parIor. don want you c
" ,hrsc things yourself, only want yoy
- see thai they are done, Mr. Little
sole walks dgaiiiedly through the hall
aud seeing one of the children's shakers
Wing on tne back piszza, he walks bach
again, more digniedy y still, and say,
Nith aggrieved, injured tone, 81 think
those children are old enough now to 5e
taught 10 hang up their bonnets when
was a little boy, three ears old, | wore
bonnet. and had 10 hang it upon a
nail behind the door. every time | took
| it off | ~ss opposed to you buying
those SHAKER. in the first place knew
would find them all over the yard.
Don't you think that if anybody would
come and stay here two or three weeks,
they'd say these children were the most
careless children they ever saw
Not qu tie so bad as that, my dear,
said Mrs Littiesole. 81 know they are
very careless; but | cant say | think
thoy are the most careless children in the
world.
II never can get you to agree with
me, said Mr. Litteso,c; "you oppose
everything l say, ] wish you would
agree with me for once. | should feel
so much encouraged, and we might have
things better. don't expect to make q
gooi housokeepcr of you | gave up
trying that long ago; out 1 "ant my
children brought mp to good habls,
Mr.. Littlesolc walks out OF the gate,
looks ever the fence. and comes back
again Mary he says, :" | wish you
would try and see that John gets the
weeds out of the garden, it looks shame
fully.
"You have told John, said Mrs Lit
tlcsole "to draw manure, hoe the corn,
weed the onions, plant tomatoes, tic up
the grape vines, trim the raspberries,
wash tie carriage. and plow up the rye
field heard you say all these things
must be Immediately done, besides cut.
ting all the grass on the lawn-onc pair
OF hands can't do everything John
orumbles now he has so much to do, he
don know what to do first. cant get
him minute to do anything in the gar
den.
well well! know you've way
Of getting around everything. II l was
at home all the time as you are, would
not have The garden looking like that. !
wish you would have a general supervi-
sion over things.
Mrs. Littlesolc said nothing; only ask
ed Mr. Littlesols if he would not send
home some potatoes; the potatoes were
gone. 49,,
Potatoes out again T. said Mr. Little
sole. Cant you manage to make them
last longer? That reminds me Of one
thing want to speak Of. | was SICK all
day yesterday, l had such miserable
breakfast | wish you would see that
Bridget has a little more variety; there 8
twenty different ways of oookin? pota-
toes
Yes. my dear, | klow; but just now
wu nav, NO cream or milk, and IlttIe but
10 ia the house, and it is not so easy To
tx them those tweaty different ways
"Nell! well! know said Mr. Lit
tlcsolc, "if | had your resources, just
the very things you have here, couid
get up spIendid meals. But l wish you
would see that the cows have some salt
to day, and the hens some oyster shells,
aad the pigs some buttermilk let Char
lie, shoulders be washed with salt and
va,o, srs. ilst watch John a little; see
that be does a good days work. but
good morning, my dear.
Mr. Lttlesols goes out of the gate
again, and seeing tie hinges loose ne
saws, 1T does beat the old Harry to see
how things are going! There's nobody
to see to anything in this house but my
self
Mr., Littlesoe has been awake all
night for these three nights WITH lace
ache. Now it aches so she can hardly
keep from groaning; but she has more
than enough to do to day to keep threo
pairs Of hands busy. Her heart beats
faster than ever, and there's bright
flush on each cheek, as sho ties the .hak-
nr once more on the little fair hcad--as
tn. bright blue eyes look up so lovingly
INTO hers Up stairs, by an open WIN
dow sits Miss Sharp, sewing. She hears
Mr.. Littlesolc remarks because he talks
so loud that everybody can hear him
and she says, "Wcll. I'm 5 lad that man
ain. my husband. With my big nose
homely old face, and no property in Tho
world but my scissors and thimble, and
nobody to supervise mo but susal
Sharp, I'm better of than that poor wo
man down stairs, with her rich iussy
husband. She may scrub the house up
and scrub it down, and scrub it all arouna
and scour every stone in the yard sve,.
picket in the fence, and every nan IN W. W.
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