Vermont farmer. [volume] (Newport, Orleans County, Vt.) 1870-1877, 1874-02-27
THE PRETTY MARKET GIRL.

"Dear me! I'm sure don't know what
to do; if ever anybody was in fix I'm in
one now"
"What is it, auntie? can't help You out
of your fixP"
"Sakes alive! no, Lutte, dear, you can't
help me one bit"
NOW don't say that, auntie, I'm quite
certain | can be of service to you If you will
only allow me. Why, I've been here u
whole week, and I've done nothing but
dress, read, eat and sleep, and I'm quite rs
useless rs the stuffed owl that is perched
above the bookcase that is in the library,
and great deal more in the way
"Why, child" and good Mrs. Bentley
stopped in her work of preparing turkey
for the market, and looked with loving ear
nestness upon the beautiful features of her
niece. 81 don't like to hear you talk that
way. You in the way? Why bless your
dear heart, the beloved child of my dead
sister can never be in my way"
''Well, auntie, | shall not feel like coming
out here to spend another Thanksgiving
with you if you will not allow me to be of
some service during my stay" persisted Lutte.
Come tell me all about your fix as you
term it, and see if / am not worth some
thing besides running around and amusing
myself while others are making themselves
useful"
"Oh, Lutte there is nothing you can do,
though I'll tell you all about it, just to pac-
ify you. You see all this poultry, and lot
of butter and eggs were to be delivered
to-day in the city, for the day after to-mor.
row will be Thanksgiving day, and Jonas,
our hired man, is sick with cold, and sore
throat, and can't leave his bed; your uncle
is away and won't be homo until tomorrow
night, and how under the sun l am going to
deliver these things according to contract,
is more than can tell"
To Mrs. Bentleys surprise Lutte clapped
her hands and danced about the room, OK
claiming:
Just the thingw Capital! capitalw
What on earth do you mean, childPn she
managed to say at last.
"Why, that will go to the market and
deliver the turkeys, butter and eggs myself
Now don't say one word, auntie," she con.
tinued, as her good old aunt elevated hol
hands, rolled up her eyes and opened hei
mouth rs if to give vent to IN emphatic
"Ohr-"Dont say one word, the idea JUS
suits me and | am determined to go if-you
will allow me" she added demurely.
"What, you! the heiress and daughter o.
Judge Hnines? You, the belle of the city
going to market with turkeys, butter and
eggs-of all things"
Eyes, auntie, and | can do il just rs well
MS Jonas would. Now don't oppose me, will
sou? that's - dear good soul"
Mrs. Bentley really felt distressed to know
how to fulfill her contract and was truly
thankful for the prospect of assistance, bu
she could hardly reconcile herself to the
idea that her neice, the beauty and heires;
of whom she was so proud, should perform
the role of market girl
However, Ihiie's arguments prevailed
and she went TO her room to prepare for hel
expedition.
Borrowing short dress from the "help,
she donned it, and then folding shawl IL
the form of mantle, she threw it about hel
shoulders, and with her rich tresses hanging
in beautiful prolusion over her neck ant
shoulders, she looked like very lovely
country girl.
Placing dainty hat upon her head she
mentally declared herself ready, and trppet
down to the kitchen TO present herself fol
her aunt's inspection.
"Well, | do deolnre" exclaimed thai
NVatihu laHv gguJhonvo,. ,,,,,,Il I,o,,. $3.50,
Why, Lutie, If ! had met you face to face
should never hayo guessed it was you if
hadn't known"
'rm glad to hear you say so, auntic, for
don't propsoe to be recognized by any one
Oh! twill be rare fun" and with ga,
laugh she waltzed about the room.
"Are the things all rcndy?" she asked
stopping to take breath.
"Yes, but the old horse must be harncsseC
can you do thatP"
IL don't know, auntie; | think so a
least can try" She skipped away to thu
stable, and after u half hours patient tot
she led old Billy around to the door, all har
messed and attached to the market wagon.
In Il short time the said wagon was file
with the important articles for somebody
Thanksgiving, and Lutte, climbing to tn
high seat, took the rens and whip with
flourish which would have done credit to
professional coachman.
"li've you got some warm glovos?" aske'
Mrs Bentley.
Nothing but kids they will be warn
enough
"No, indeed, they WON'T wait u moment
She FASTENED into the house, and in u mo
ment returned with n pair of warm woole
mittops.