Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1875-12-15
Che family Circle.
kisty's Figs.

kisty's Figs.
kisty's dollirs were ranged on the low
est steps of the back porch, one bri ght
morning. watching KiSty digging in the
dirt. She was very busy indeed. for she
had garden TO make. and nothing to
work with but IN iron spoon and 4 mus
tard box.
Jingle! ginSle. up the street.
"'Spect him's the cookeyman." cried
she. tumbling over her spoon in her haste
10 tell Norah.
The ker reached the kitchen door a.
most us soon Is k.ty.
Anything to-day. ma'am?"
1.-TWO white loave~, if You please" said
Mrs. Reed who was helping about the
f. uit-cake. Run. Kit>y. and get NAM
ma purse off the bureau
The child brought it. and looked on
while the bread was being paid for.
Here. dear said her mother, shak-
ing some suilrl visiting cards out of the
porte-nronnaie. " You may have these to
play with. E,,w PIT mammals purse back
where You found it,
Ki>ty WAS gone some time. bat present
" she ran down again to her garden
Mrs Reed would not have felt 50 cay
>toning raisin> in the pantry if she had
k own the baker had left the gate unf;tst
encd
kistv was not slow in discovering the
fact Unfortunately she still held the cards
| n her hand. They gave her I'm idea.
ki>ty'll 90 :t-ca.liny.' she said. whi>k-
iug through the gateway. with 4 back
glance TO see if anvbudv was looking. She
I, 1t quite equal To the undertaking. for
hadn't >he been visiting with her mother
nee. and carried the card case AL the
way?
Come i'll 90 pity it'll" pet" That'>
what the l;tav'll say. She prtt!l"d on to
herself, climbing the steps of the tirt
house roun the corner dragging armle>>
Rosy after her by her stocking yarn hair.
oh, what :: high-np b,ll. Spect the
Nuns thought Ki>tv's bigger"
Even on up toe she couldn't reach IT,
She put Rosy down and stood on the to,
of her; but then she couldn't only touch
| he bell knob wi h the ends of her fingers
| = Oh, my >u>, Guess Ni,ly'll have to
| knOck!' and she did knock So very Gen, "
hat nobody in the world could have hear,
her
= Peoples is AL gone WAY off, she said
slipping Il card under the door * She had
seen her mamma do when nobody answer
ed her ring. X >Iy'll give EN- Il card
when they come back. Her didn't on t"
be selfish girl
After that She did not try TO pull any
more beli-knobs. but cuntentrd hc' sell
with leaving cards ut every house on that
side of the street. One happened To be Il
church and another an oy>ter-saloon. bat
| it wis all the same to kistv.
When she got to the provision store on
the second corner from home. she had ONLY
single card If. A. the door $40 Il open
she carried il in, and ran up To \ plcas;,n,
looking clerk who was sorting apples
! ''ki>ty'S come ;,-,+allin',' she said bland
ly. ting down on a pile of goldfish.
What upon EARTH cried the Young
man, starting in surpi Use ut the droll little
! figure.
Me and Rosy's come a-callin'." repeat
ed kitty, holding up the long Suffering
dolly, " and hers tired. Take Rosy, wi
oo?'
Thank You. no, You must excuse me,
What's your name -Grandlnother Grip
sew"
= kisty Weed" said she. drumming her
small boot-heels against the cod fish, in
some resentment at being called " grand
MOTHER
Where do You live?'
What made folks forever and ever ask
that? She drew in her lips Il there wasn't
Il snip of scarlet TO be seen, she WAS SC
afraid she should tell for she shrewdlv
suspected the man wanted to send hcI
home. In offering Rosy to the clerk. She
had dropped her card. and it lay on tn,
floor. face upward with Mrs Henry feed
No. 6. Oak St" written very clearly on ii.
is that yours?' a-ked the Young mrl
reading the address.
Its m,mmr>; for when k>iy goc,
a-clllin'." said She with Il longing glnc,
ut the piles of fruit, "kisty loves appuls
she does
The clerk ran to the door and callet
to boy in a market wagon,
" Here Jim. YOU have orders on Oak
street. leave this bundle at No. 6. will
you?"
Then. almost before Ki>ty knew it. he
had lifted her and Rosy upon the seat. and
given the boy the card SO he could not mis-
IKE the direction.
The horse tro;ted off at Il brisk pace. and
the square baskets on the floor of the
wagon danced up and down the middle
These We're filled with vegetables and 9TH
er articles that people had ordered for
their dinners. and ki>ty's driver every
now and then stopped ut Il doc: to leave
one She found it great fun to 90 abont
in this fashion, and she WAS having :, de-
lightfnl time when she drew up II, her faith
er's house on Oak street.
ki~ty don't want to he home" said
she with Il twinge of conscience ut the
thought of meeting her mother, for in the
| depths of her little heart she knew it was
wrong to run away. But when the boy
! lured her with Il paper of fiys. she was
wonderfully sooIhcd. She let him lift her
down at once. and skip ed past him
through the back gate. OF course he
ought 10 have gone in with her and told
her mother when he found her; but being
y bashfnl boy he did no such thing. He
watched her in at the kitchen door, and
/ then drove off.
Nobody had missed kisty. Her mother
WAS up stairs combng her hair when she
came lrottin. in with Rosys dress full of
figs.
See what kitsy got for mamma"
Why, where did YOU get them.
| child?'
Way. way Off said kijsv evasive
y.
Isn't EN- good2
Mrs Reed looked at her little daughter
in Amusement. She had run against :,
molasscs barrel in the store and smeared
her frock. and then whiened the spots
with flour; ard as Ter mother raised her
on her lap. she pleceived an unrnistakea-
bic odor of fish about her.
"Kisty where have yoa been?' said she
sternv. Tell mamma the truth
8 Riding way. way Off persisted the
child. sobbins now.
" Bat who gave you the figs"
oh. the queer old boy that took Kisty
riding
Mrs. Reed opened the window and gaz-
ed up street ana down. b1. tii rot see any
"quecr old boy" VII t could be the
meaning of this wild " North knew