Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1876-12-28
playing some game or other. Betsey'll
look after them. She's busy upstairs,
for I hear the water rnnninp.'

playing some game or other. BetseY'u
look after them. She's busy upstairs,
for / hear the water running"
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.s1t's mighty queer said Ned, dash
ing in pailful, as Ruth emptied her
crock for the twentieth time--''mighty
queer how long it takes the thing to
fin--but keep on, fellows. Don't
stop"
In a few moments the street door
opened, and up went Mr.. Brant to the
sewing.room.
"How dy do, how dye dog said
he, kissing Mrs. Brant and his mother.
"Well, this is a busy party--put up
your work, my dear, and come up to
the ibrary--1've something to tell you
and mother. Ho! no! here's baby
awake Well, we must take him up,
teo.''s
Baby shouted with delight to find
himself in Papa's arms. Mrs. Brant
put down her work, Grandma took her
* ;;rochet.basket in her hand, and they
&C. nj up to P"S3's light, pleasant
ing Red Rse1.. f.! !:..::s -:
ID" L.as:ng..... ... ......:. IS IT,! some
Udolphe........ ......- ;. said Mrs.
III Wslthsm. ..............-stled in her easy
Gu sa'ee.n.' v:; :;;::;'.'tting baby on the
floor s''as.o' 's"'y Proceeded to place a
chair for .;c;;, Il between his wife and
mother.
eyes it is good news, dear, I'm hap.
Ply to ssy,' he answered, with bright
smile. 81 don't know when I've had
anything so pleasant to-Holloa,
what the mischief's the matter -
They started up. Surely enough,
something was the matter. 1t was
raining! A shower was coming down
on their heads, the ceiling was crack
ing, the baby screaming. Patter. pat
ter came the water. faster and faster.
What could it be? Perhaps the house
was on fire and the fremen were up.
stairs already with their hose! The
thought made Grandmother scream as
he rushed to the baby's rescue. Mr..
Brant dashed up the stairs, almost
knocking down Dot and Rob on the
way.
"What's going on up here! Quick I!
where does the water come from p
No need of asking the question.
There was the pond, the startled faces
of the children, the pitchers, basins,
and pals.
"What III the world - cried the
father, Selling pail and scooping up
rs much as he could from the pond.
.'Here, lend a hand all of you! Call
Betsy! we must empty this as quickly
as possible.
He was at the little window by this
time emptying the pail. The children
took the hint and opening the other
window, went to work as hard as they
could, and with beating hearts emp.
tied the pond in a quarter of the time it
had taken to fill it. Mrs. Brant Grand
ma, and Betsy came up, too, and did
wonders with towels, sheets and every
thing they could lay their hands on.
In her excitement, Mrs. Brant came
near wiplng the floor with the baby.
The worst was soon over, but it
seemed the library ceiling couldn t get
over it in a hurry. 1t dripped, and
dripped, and broke out in great damp
blotches and cracked and whimpered
as If it were alive. Fortunately, the
book cases escaped wetting, and the
carpet didn't ''run," as Grandma said;
so it might have been worse.
But those six visitOrs--who shall de-
scribe their emotions! AS one of
them afterwards said, they were
frightened to death and bursting with
laughter. They all tried to hide be-
hind each other when Mr.. Brant, half
angry, half amused, asked them what
they would like to do next.
"Go home, sir, I guesss,'' said
Tommy.