The Portland daily press., 1874-04-11
Won were cross to him, he might plague you !:
but he wouldn't scold great deal him.

Inc ucAI uOfulIiS IL was unc same. IL
was veiy dark morning, and showing in
slow, bard way. We woke late, and had to
hurry Trollo up. don't suppose l was very
gentle. And he threw pillows al me, and
when ordered him down to see if Keziah
had got breakfast, he hid my toothbrush. l
needn' have ordered him around so much,
but thought tina. was part of the fun of hay
ing father al d mother gone. l rather liked
it to be able to say ''you must and s'you
mustn't to Trollo. 1t didn't occur to me to
wonder how Trolo liked it, -
We'll, it was one thing and another between
! Trollo and me till school time. Such little
| things they seem NV! But they did not
| seem little to me then. | was cross ana coio.
| And l was afraid Keziah Phipp's,, CID man
wouldn't get his back up, after all, ana We
shouldn't get our corn-balls. AND every
thing hit me- somehow. just crooked way.
Won know how it is on cold morning. Not
| that want to excuse myself would mt ex-
cuse myself for the wide, wide world, Tor
what l said to Rollo at the last.
He'd plagued me about his luncheon,-for
is was so snowy Keziah thought he d better
| STAY over till afternoon, or l thought he
| plagued me. He nibbled at the pie, and took
a squash cookie KeZiah made for me. And
when L told him how much trouble he was,
he said:
"Hee- be-hee-e-e-eev'
He had funny way of laughing out, like
waterfall or little bell, or little shower
When L felt pleasant, liked to hear him
laugh. sFher l didn't. it didn't make me
any pleasanter.
Its othing to laugh at" said L
"Hee hee he-ee-ee!' said Trollo.
l didn't say anything to that, but hurried
him along little to the door, didn't push
him exactly
''Come, Herodp' said Trollo; 'le' me
alone, and say good byP'
''My name is not Herodv' said ], with an
awful air.
''Oh, well,' said Trollo, ''don't let's be so
cross. wished you were coming too. just
| see it snOwp ..-f
He stood minute on the steps, tnrning
| his face towards the road-the pretty, mis-
chievous little round red face! It looked
| graver, somehow, that minute, as he spoke
back in his gentlest, prsttiest little way, as he
stood looking at the storm Aud he spoke
back in his gentlest, prettiest littleway, as he
went down the steps and waded into the
snow that had already begun to drift in shall
low, greyish piles against The fence.
"Good-by, Herodr' said Trollo.
But still felt cross: and he called me
Herod. And didn't want to give in 10 him
that way, l suppose. However it came
about, called after him down the walk,
There, gol But don't care if l never
see you aganp'
TrolIo did not answer. The wind blew in
between us. He trudged off stoutly into the
storm, his little red tippet flying in the wind
across his shoulder. The snow whired up,
and In minute or less lost sight OF the lit
tie tippet, and came in and shut the door.
l shut the door, but did not shut away
the words had spoken to Trollo. As 1 told
you. they seemed to me to come back and
knock on the window to be let in again. If /
could, would have unsaid them, think,
even then. l wished had said something
little different, somehow.
passed rather lonesome morning. The
storm grew worse. Keziah Phipps warmed
over the hash and piece of squash pie for
me, and went home early. She said may be
she shouldn't come over again. 1.-The old
man was riley about it to-day, anyhow-his
potatoes burned yesterday-ani then it did
set in and snow at such rateP But she'd
come if she could, for she'd promised my ma,
and / could heat up the coffee myself, for
she d cut the bread and butter.
So l said, Every well,'' ana didn't urge
her to come, for l was thinking about the
corn-balls. / hoped TroIlo would get home
in good season, and we'd have some fun 1
opened Keziahs old umbrella for her, and
kicked her little path to the gate, and then
came back and stood in the door till she had
got out of sight, and then came into the
house alone.
,Hs 1t did seem lonesome, do the best would
Ny footsteps echoed up and down the stairs.
The doors slammed after me and made me
start. "a The fire winked at me, as if ] were
going to sleep. built il up. and put things
in order little, picking up some slippers ard
an old mitten of Trollo's, that he had left
kicking around. wished that Trollo would
come. II gave me an unhappy feeling to see
the little slippers, as ii had been home
sick.
/ went to the barn Tor company before long,
and fed the pigs and shook down hay for
Hautboy-that was the horse-fer the night,
although it was early, and locked everything
up, and cane back again, wondering what 1
should do next. wished that Trollo would
come
l had been in the barn some time, and
when crossed. the little side-yard to come
from the barn to the house, was surprised
te zee how the storm had gained. 1t was
blowing by that time, furious gale; the
wind came up in long waves like an iicom-
ing tide. 1t took my breath as 1 stood in the
barn door, The air was gray and dense with
snow and sleet. There was deep drift in
the yard at the corner where 1 crossed.
waded through TO get to the house. 1t came
almost to my waist. | could hardly get the
doors together. wished that Trollo were at
home.
l wished so again when had got into the
house by the fire. 1t looked so deadly cold
out of doors, wondered how anyone could
see mis- way to walk in the ga eat whirl of snow
and wind. And such little fellow-only
eight years old .-.i l.4-A aa
looked at the clock. 1t was almost four.
just about that time he would be starting to
come home. The school-house was mile
and a quarter away, beyond the church and
beyond the town. Trollo had rather lonely
road to come. and very windy one. as
said There were two ways, where the road
branched of. He might take one or he
might take another; but both were bad
enough. n Z z5-of ~ ara M
1 began to think that should feel better to
go and meet him. But l remembered that
he would have started long before could get
there, and that could not tell which way he
would come. II he came alone he would
come by the church. When he came with
Jenny Fairweather. he came the other way.
Jenny Fairweather and Trollo were rivals in
the spelling class, but the best of friends out
side of it. ~ U.s. III ~
So gave up the idea of going to meet him,
70. if missed bin, and he came home cold
and found me gone, l should be sorry,
thought. l ran up into the attic once, to see
If l could see anything ofhim. 1t had begun
to grow dark. l thought / could see the
church clock, for often got the time by the
attic window But 1 could not see the
church. could not see the road. I could
see nothing but the wind and snow. 1t SEEM
ed to me as If could see the wind. From
the attic window, the whole world seemed to
have become whirlpool of wind and show.
Oh. for sight of the little red tippet!
glimpse of the round, red, mischievous little
face! ,tJJ E lzN fyf&
1t seemed to me still as if those ugly words
were blowing about in the storm, and had
come up to the attic window, and were
knocking and knocking to be let in.
as"I don't care if never see you againv'
'T-don't-care if I-never-see you
againp l actually tried to open the window
and let them in,-I felt so uncomfortable in
the attic. But the window was frozen and
stuck.
l went down stairs and tried to amuse my
self by putting the molasses candy on to boil.
Keziah Phipps had not appeared, and I
thought it as good as settled that the old
mans back would be up to night. We would
not care. We would have the candy. Troll
10 would be SO pleased He would come in
wet and cold. would have good, hot fire.
would get him some dry stockings. Per-
haps would roast some apples in the ashes.
Trollo always liked to roast apples. We should
have a rice time that night. He should see