Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1873-10-16
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seEsz1 dear. what shall do? Just wish
fIetty was here, or even Dick, though he
Is such tormenti'
Poor little Ellie, 4 whole week at
Grandma Peyton's had exhausted the end
E<esss stock Of fun and adventure she was so
SIRE OF finding in kadesh. But there was
rx8fa reason for that now, because the
Said was there alone-quite another
dining from summer vacation with Hetty
and Dick, and Ruth and John, to say moth
zfG ~ Robbie and the baby
Dear ncIe viii was oft on long vow
asse Grandpa Peyton Was quite blind
s2<sIs, and 50 old lie wanted to sleep all the
tire, and mUstn t be disturbed Grandma
-Fs&s very handsome and stately, to be sure,
za9Gh GeE snowy caps and snoWler curls,
her thick black silks and her lace rutfies +;
bat, somehow, she cared more for her for
aSgn correspondence and the Blue stock
EETg Club than for little girls She didn't
understand them at all. Ellie's mamma
HE&En7t her own child; and Madam Peyton
itseG never known how sweet thing it is
SIS Pet and cuddle and love . little tum-
te<i-froclled, tangled curled grille of her
.sWn, If she had, she would have under
stood the wistful, longing look with
which poor homesick little Ellie greeted
--N% E'AS2A SoOOSt-At1oi LII oiiIu
Kiss.
Il was all so cold and cherries and
proper, when Ellie wanted so much to
throw her arms round her grandmother's
neck and hug and be Rugged, squeeze and
re squeezed, as Hetty and the boys were
icing az home with papa and mamma
md dear old Dinahl
There was Mehitable Jane johnson, who
-eEsned in the kitchen, to be sure; but
SIZE was tai and angular and fierce, with
neg scan,y grey locks twisted into tight
little button on the top of her head. Igno-
gaat and t0rlorn to the last degree would
EsagVe been the child who should look to
kseE for endearment. If cleanliness is
way IN the heavenly road. She was al
ways 'Je5; so0s2sed up," and the fresh flavor
q soap that attached itself to her prem
Sses IS well as to her person would have
Speen trusty landmark if Egyptian dark
less had prevailed throughout the land
~Lud sakes alive, child whar air We
noppin' for meow, I'd like ter know?
Here, don't ye go trackin' my floor agin;
I've Jest got washed up from yer medder
sg1Uck and the flower mess We brought in
What possessed ye, I'd like ter know,
1own that there swamp? Ye might "a
gone clean through ter the bottom, if Tim
saasin't heern We yell, and hauled We aeout
-2ay way, yer shoes air halfway ter Chany
ay us timer
<1T guess, Mellitable, shouldn't have got
o4ss1e through, anyway, judging by the
s4s1oUnt Of mud Tim put down on the floor
with me when he brought me home. 1t
SsLs the lovely scarlet cardinal-fiowers |
wanted; any way, held on to them tight,
and you can't say they don't look pretty
m the old brown pitcher with the smoke
pla0t They are just like streaks of
Fre-''
<'Wa'a-, we're right enough both ways.
II yG'd toll0red yer SHOES clean through
90 Chany, yed both "a been dirty enough
ay the time ye got there, and them
1EIera cardinals ar kind o. fiery, and pooty
cCo7'
ooh, Mehitable, can't you tell me some
Hing [ can do? | am so tired of being
STone. Grandma says | mustn't go out of
Che garden to-day; indeed, | can't go any
where till mamma sends me some new
shoes. Can't l hunt for eggs?"
"Hunt for eggs! du declare, Elizabeth
Adams Didn't Miss Peyton say she
wouldn't hev ye clmoin'' the wood-pile
and p0kin' reound the barn chamber no
more? Didn't We hev enough yesterday,
ed like ter know, tumblin' off the top
szth yer clean dress, and yer new apron
zLlE OF eggs, ter say nothin' of breakin' up
I'D GrizZel-tOp's nest. Would "a Matched
Ga8 next week fifteen as likely chickens
rs we should a had for Thanksgivin'.
-s@e: the muss We made Of yer white dress
and silk apron! No, We don't hunt no
eggs today"
PLEASE let me churn, then? | won't
upset the cnuTn again. | was making be-
We've 1t was ship on fire and we had to
y xRo,, j
aa2d too fast. You know | was real sorry
when the thing tipped over and the cream
spilled out on the cellar floor"
Real sorro' don't pick up spilled
cream nor spilled butter. | guess I've he'd
enough of yer churnin'. Tell We what We
Gaay do, though: Tins pickin' the pease
and if veil she'll 'em clean, and not nut
2I2e pease in the pod basket I guess III
give We book to read as III keep We quiet
zsne while"
"a book a book! Oh, Mehitable. I
haven't read book since | came here
Mamma wouldn't put any in my trunk,
because DR.. FELTON, said my eyes were too
aig, and | was too white and wise |
don't know what he meant, but papa said
/ was 10 90 to grass for a while, and
grandma was to lock up the bookcase.
DO you think / may read it ?"
'&Of course, child; dye think I'd give
~ anything would hurt We! It's my
-scok; hao II eve since | was a gal no
1Jgger'n you. That and my Westminster,
sxd the Bible OF course, are all my libr'y
Ne can sit deown on the frontdoor step
that's gone to grass, anyhow. | told
aim this mornin' he jest better fetch his
zl.ythe reound fore Sunday, or he'd ketch
s. sure
Pea Smelling was good fun, any way,
without the prospective bribe of a
Book; but, to deserve the treasure.
Ellie devoted all her thoughts to
G3e pease and the just distrihu-
tsson of pease to the pan, pods to the bas-
leG, with a scattering assortment of each
"a the floor, to be sure; but they were
s1zean dirt, however, even in Mehitable's
Eyes, who grunted satisfactorily, and pro-
esseded to keep her part of the agreement.