Connecticut western news., 1875-04-30
NANNY'S GOOD SENSE.

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 It was scrupulously neat and dainty in all it's appointments, the little parlor where Mrs. Creighton sat, although the carpet was tissue of darns, the frrni- ture faded, and the hearth rug skillfully eked out by a piece of quite another fabric inserted in the spot most worn. A few flowers, in 8 slender throated vase, stood on the antique, claw-legged table. the fender-irons glittered like gold, and the thin muslin curtains, artistically mended here and there, were white as snow; and Mrs. Creighton herself looked like Cinderella's godmother, in her dress of ancient brocade, best yellow lace, and the rings glittering on her small, shrivel- ed hands.
 Eighty years old, and lady to the last That was something to be proud of. What though paralysis had robbed her of all use of those daintily slippered feet-what though the grand house she had entered as bride was now narrowed down to this one room in 8 second rate building, where two other families also set up their household altars-she was a lady still, and she could boast that she never had degraded herself to common place toll.
 "Our means are limited" said old Mrs. Creighton, with the lofty air of a duchess; "but the pension of my son, the colonel-who, as you probably re- member, was killed on the Florida frontier-is sufficient to maintain myself and my two granddaughters-and we are ladies."'
 Minnie Creighton presently came in with the chocolate on napkin-covered tray, and slices of toast, exquisitely browned and cut as thin as wafer.
 "I hope you haven't been kept wait ing, grandma, she said:
 "My deari with an air of mild resignation -"I am accustomed to wait"
 "Oh, I'm so sorry! But our fire is out, and I had to run and borrow the use of Mrs. Fuckers stove to boil the chocolate, and "-
 Mrs. Creighton contracted her silvery brow.
 "The Breightons are not borrowing race, Minnie"
 "Shall get you an egg, grandmam- ma?"
 "No, if the fire is out, my dear"
 And Grandmother Creighton went on with her breakfast, wearing an injured air, while Minnie went back to the other room, where she sat with her twin sister, cogitating.
 Anna Creighton was as pretty as Min nie, but in a different style. She was dark, with melting, almond-shaped eyes, and olive skin, and lips like a pome- granate flower, so perfectly shaped, so richly red while Minnie was tall and slender, and fair as daisy.
 Anna laid down slip of greasy paper as Minnie entered, F.
 "It's the grocer's bill again, sister. What shall we do?"
 Minnie sank into chair.
 "And the gas yesterday, and the land7 lord not paid, and the purse as empty as-Mother Hubbard's cupboard. What shall we do?" ,.-.
 "That's the question:" said Anna, re- fectively arching her jetty brows. eff we can only keep it from grand mamma" V ~.
 "We must," retorted Minnie, with a decisive nod. '' It would kill her. If we were men, now, Nanny, we could go out and get job of wood-sawing, or house-painting, or ''-
 "And why can't we now?' "Why? Because Pat O'Neil has got all Mrs. Barker's wood to saw, and be- cause we can't climb ladders with paint pots over our shoulders" But we can do something else, I suppose. Listen, Minnie-money we must have" ...
 eff we go out on the highways and ask it at the point of the bayonet," in terjected Minnie, gravely.
 There's no poverty like peDteel DOV- erty," her sister sighed. "But you haven't heard my plan. Mrs. Barker, the laundress, in our top story, is sick. "
 "What then We have neither wine nor jelly, nor yet crisp bank notes to bestow upon her.
 "And she can't keep up to her en- agreements. There are two Swiss muslin ball dresses, futed and puffed beauti- fully, lying in her basket waiting to be done up at this present moment. Five dollars apiece she has for them.'' "Well ?'
 1T shall do them up."
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 "WeH, why not2 Think what a golden stream ten dollars would be in our empty coffers Ask yourself how on earth you or could earn ten dollars any other way And after all Swiss muslin dress is a pretty poetical sort of fabric to wash and iron; and into the bargain, poor Mrs. Barker keeps her customers.
 "Oh, Nanny! have you come to that 2''
 "Now, you look and talk exactly like dear old grandmamma Don't be 8 goose, Minnie Just you invent some story about my promenading in the park, or taking lessons in wax flowers making to deludes her credulous soul while I go up stairs and coin money" But I may help you?'' .--5 By-and- bye, perhaps, if my wrists get tired. But now, some one must stay with grandmamma.' 9. .,...