The Hickman courier. [volume] (Hickman, Ky.) 1859-current, 1874-06-06

that on it on the teachers desk, and
you'll get lickin' for riting notes in
school. And every felSr that hollers
after me is a coward if he won't haul off
his jacket and fight. III fight every
one of you-one teller at a time-and
lick you, too you bet"
Upon that, Joe descended from the /
rostTum and was no longer troubled.
One day Mrs. Slipperkin came bound /
ing home from school in the very best of I
spirits. She threw her books on a chair /
and her shawl on the floor and her hat /
on top of If, and cut pigeon-wing right /
then and there, at the imminent risk OF /
her hat-crown.
Rose, Rose p said her mother.
sOh, you, Mrs Slipperkin - moaned
the aunt who has the headache.
What is il, Wosey ?" said Mrs. Cop
pertip, who doesn't 60 to school. . ii
she did she'd speak plain as Mr.. Slip
perkin says.
Rose" stopped after awhile; not
from any particular const ieration. for
ANYBODY, but because she WAS entirely
out of breath.
ssYou 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; g the great
horse q
Race-horse - said Mrs. Slipperkin,
Indignantly; II do think y
"Do, by all means, said the eNas-
perating Joe. "Who is she, anyhow =
" You know that new girl who sits
font of NE with those pretty curls 2
eyes" 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
to see me Saturday thermometer mo
Their SAYS she au-aud she $ gong 10
wear her blue silk dress, and bring her
dolls; and she's awful pretty. Isn't
she Joe Aud she's my most parlcu-
lar friend; and, o ma can't we have
some lemonade and cookies
All this was III one breath.
Whew - said Joe, " can't girls talk,
thought
- Dear, dear hear that child, said
the aunt with the headache; " how she
runs on, to be sure"
"Can we, map
YES. 1 guess so. said the mother.
Isn't she pretty, though, Joe 2
! "Ho. huh = said Joe. g Pretty her
/ curls look like molasses candy.
Shes my most particular friend,
said Mrs Sipperkin, drawing herself
up with dignity.
Well, amt molasses csndy nice !:
said Joe.
I must make your children some new silk
dresses. Tn going TO make each OF
mine a brand new dress for the coca
sion"
thinking OF her pricked fingers, with
] l,.,- x-7f1a - I rn4ItV don see
how 1 can.
Mall help you; won't you ma
And aunty, too; won't you aunty,
now ?"
Mrs. Coppertip, who would never
have asked, looked with soft, appealing
ewes, and so both " ma and aunty
said yes, instantly.
Saturday came at last, as all days DO
come, no matter how long the time
seems ; Flora came too, IL her blue silk
dress, and an enormous SSH tied N a
bow, so excruciatingly- f thionable and
immense that Rose and Ia wiuked their
ewes hard and tried not to look aston
ished. She brought her doll-nearly
as big as herself-and also arrayed II
the height of fashion
Il thought you had two china ones,
like ours" said Mrs. Slipperkln, N a
subdued voice.
.. Oh. I don't make any account of
those" said Flo.a, IN an extremely
- grand" way, 50 but / put them IN my
pocket" So she pulled them ont, and
Mrs. Slipperkiu was rej0iced 10 see that
they did not look half so pretty as Ida s.
20 say nothing OF her own.
''What are their names - she asked
| . Miranda and Elosi8.
[ e Mine nre named Iil}ie. Minnie, Mel
: lie and Carrie" said Mrs. SIppeTkIn
80 aud Ide's are named Cora, Belle, and
: Evelina. Ide. she's Mrs. -COppertip
and I'm Mrs. Slpperkin now, whatL
! you be %
ia; "my mother knows lady named
! that. and I think it's pretty; don
you ?"
.sYes." said Rose. Now, let's tax,
our lemonade and cookies down by the
brook, and have o picuic /; I know where
there's a real, nice, messy place.
But the mother would not consent tC
the lemonade being taken where there
were silk dresses, so they drank 1t al
mp before they went, anC carried only
the cookies. Flora PIT hNr big doll &c
sleep in a corner OF the sofa.
They were right in the midst Of @
splendid time-the children were dan
cling q quadrille on the moss, and the
three mothers were playing Jacks on
Mrs. Coppertip's sLawl-vhen they
heard Joe cllling 20 them.
; ''What DO you want?" screamed Mrs.
Slipperkin.
= Come and look at my ship" called
back Joe she's sailing beautiful ~
Tow her mp here - called Mrs. Slip
perkin, which Joe accordingly did.
Z L. I Z L.. 7
Whater you doing?'
"Our children are having a picnic, -
said Madame Labelle, smoothing down
her six dress.
"Well, give EN- q sailing trip, said
Joe. " Bring yours along, Ide."
"Oh. no ?" said the cautious Mrs.
Coppertip, who had her dt lbts as to
the sea-worthiness Of Joe's cfaft. d" I'm
welly 'bliged, I'm sure; but my chill
dren are always sea sick on the water. "
rShe had heard her mamma say some
thing like this.
Mine are not =" cried the adventur-
ous Rose, and if they are they viii
have to learn better"
Come. Lille and Minnie and Nellie,
yen can go, anyway 1 don't know but
what the baby Is too young to be trust
ed ont of my sight.
Madame 12le.-e, on you let our
little darlirgs go, too
"Oa, certainly - said that lady,
catching her little darliDgs up by the
heads, " if there's room.
Well, there isn't - said Joe. % You
Let --,s1,-z wait until those .or1ae ba. %
The ship Alexander the Great -
swung out into the stream beautifully.
Rose clapped her hands, aud cried,
''Oh, Ide, let yours go when these
come back. Then she called out,
"Don't catch more cold, Nellie, dear, :"
when-they could never tell whether it
was twig or bug or the string, or
what, but over went Alexander the
Great, soaking her sails and sending
/ Minnie and Lille and Nellie in their
new dresses to the bottom.
Mrs. Slipperkin gave one cry, half
rage and half despair, and flying at
Joe pulled his hair with all her might.
Z" You did it on purpose, you horrid
boy, You know you did, she cried.
"Oh, Wosey " said Mrs. COppertip,
with tears in her voice, div you
"And I'll give you both of mine, +"
said Madame Labelle, who had been
laughing and now tried to look sorry.
"Oh, let go, dol" cried Joe 81