The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1874-06-11

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school. And every Teller that hollers
after me is a coward if he won't haul off
his jacket and fight. I'll fight every
one of you-one Teller at a time-and
lick you, too; you BET"
Upon that, Joe descended from the
rostrum and was no longer troubled.
One day Mrs. Slipperkin came bound
ing home from school in the very best of
spirits. She threw her books on a chair
and her shawl on the floor and her hat
on top of it, and cut = pigeon-wing right
then and there, at the imminent risk of
her hat-crown.
Rose, Bose I" said her mother.
"Oh, you, Mrs. Slipperkin 70 moaned
the aunt who has the headache.
What is it, Wosey ?" said Mrs. Cop
pertip, who doesn't go to school. Z" If
she did she'd speak plain" as Mr.. Slip
perkin says.
Rose" stopped after awhile; not
from any particular consideration for
anybody, but because she was entirely
out of breath.
"You know Flora ?" she asked.
No, 1 don't /" said Mrs. Coppertip.
Haven't the pleasure" moaned the
aunt with the headache.
Flora who ?" said Joe; "the great
race-herse ?"
Race-horse y said Mrs. Slipperkin,
Indignantly; 81 do think -
Do, by all MEANS" said the exas-
perating Joe. "Who is she, anyhow :"
You know that new girl who sits
font of me with those pretty curls p
"Yes," said Joe.
"Well, that's the one her name is
Flora Lane, and she's got two dolls,
and blue silk dress, and she's coming
| fo eaa mo Gofrr1ov Of mo-
| Their says she can-and she's going to
wear her blue silk dress, and bring her
dolls; and she's awful pretty. Isn't
| she Joe ? And she's my most particu-
lar friend and, o ma can't we have
! some lemonade and cookies ?"
All this was in one breath.
I" Whew !" said Joe, " can't girls talk,
thought"
- Dear, dear hear that child" said
the aunt with the headache; chow she
runs on, to be sure. .
"Can we, map"
eyes, I guess so, said the mother
"Isn't she pretty, though, Joe ?"
Ho, Euh !" said Joe. "Pretty her
curls look like molasses candy"
"She's my most particular friend, p"
said Mrs. Slipperkin, drawing herself
up with dignity.
"Well, amt molasses candy nice ?''
said Joe.
"Ide," said the offended lady, "you
must make your children some new silk
dresses. I'm going to make each OF
mine a brand new dress for the occa-
siOn."
"Oh, dear !" said Mrs. Coppertip
thinking of her pricked fngers), with
dismay in her voice, 81 really don't see
how 1 can"
MALL help you; won't you ma
And aunty, too; won't you auntyt
now ?"
Mrs. Coppertip, who would never
have asked, looked with soft, appealing
eyes, and so both "ma" and aunty'
said Eyes, instantly.
Saturday came at last, as all days d.
come, no matter how long the time
seems Flora came too, in her blue sill
, dress, and an enormous sash tied IN (
bow, so excruciatingly fashionable an(
immense that Rose and Ida winked thei
eyes hard and tried not to look aston
! ished. She brought her doll-nearl,
as big as herself-and also arrayed IL
the height of fashion.
" L thought you had two china ones
like ours" said Mrs. Slipperkin, in
subdued voice.
Z" Oh, don't make any account o
those" said Flora, in an extremel..
; grand" way, but put them in N,
pocket" So she pulled them out, ant
) Mrs. Slipperkin was rejoiced to see tina
they did not look half so pretty as Ida's
to say nothing of her own.
! "What are their names ?" she asked
4 Miranda and Elosia."
Mine are named Lille, Minnie, Me-
! lie and Carrie" said Mrs. SlipperkIr
1 a." and Ide's are named Cora, Belle, an
= Evelina. Ide, she's Mrs. .CoppertiI
7 and I'm Mrs. Slipperkin now, what
l you be?"
: "I'll be Madame Labelle, said Flo
ia; "my mother knows a lady name
u that, and I think it's pretty; don
, your"
S eyes," ssid Rose. CHOW, let's tax
our lemonade and cookies down by til
brook, and have picnic I know wher
y there's a real, nice, messy place.
But the mother would not consent
Q the lemonade being taken where the1
Q were silk dresses, so they drank it a
= up before they went, and carried onl
u the cookies. Flora pat her big doll
sleep in a corner of the sofa.
. They were right in the midst of
= splendid time-the children were dan
: cling a quadrille on the moss, and th
three mothers were playing jacks o
Mrs. Coppertip's shawl-when the
. heard Joe cllling 20 them.
# "What do you want?" screamed Mr.
i Slipperkin.
: "Oome and look at my ship" calle
!. back Joe f; "she's sailing beautiful -
a Tow her up here u called Mrs. SliI
n perkip, which Joe accordingly did.
"There isn't she lovely ?" he sale
! Whater you doing?"
a sour children are having a picnic,
said Madame Labelle, smoothing dow
her silk dress.
q Well, give 'em a sailing trip" sal
h Joe. Bring yours along, Ide."
. "Oh, no I" said the cautious Mrs
i Coppertip, who had her doubts as t
q the ea-worthiness of Joe's craft. "I'I
4 welly 'bliged, I'm sure; but my chi
dren are always sea sick on the water.
She had heard her mamma say some
/, thing like this.
"Mine are not r. cried the adventul
/ GUS Rose, "and if they are they vii
n have to learn better"
"Come, Lille and Minnie and Nellie
you can go, anyway L don't know bu
+ what the baby Is too young to be trust
ed ont of my sight.
MADAME Labelle, ont you let YOU
! little darlings go, too p
a "Oh, certainly p said that lady
catching her little darlings up by tn
heads, a." if there ROOM"
: "Well, there isn't Z" said Joe. g Yol
q, let yours wait until these come back.
= The ship" Alexander the Great -
=. swung out into the stream beautifully
a Rose clapped her hands, and cried
, "Oh, Ide, let yours go when thes
; come back" Then she called out
+ Don't catch more cold, Nellie, dear,
l when-they could never tell whether
was twig or a bug or the string, o
g what, but over went Alexander tn
J, Great" soaking her sails and sending
o Minnie and Lille and Nellie in thei
: new dresses to the bottom.
= Mrs. Slipperkin gave one cry, hal
rage and half despair, and flying a
- Joe pulled his hair with all her might
t You did it on purpose, you horriC
8 boy, you know you did, she cried.
D "Oh, Wosey said Mrs. Coppertip
/ with tears in her voice, "I1l div yo1
a one of mine"
g "Aud I'll give You both of mine,