Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1876-06-08
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Where's be gone now ?"
II don t know. Somewhere way OIL,
guess"
cause I've got to practice. But IL see IL
Cousin Alice can't let you be something"
..No; she'd laugh at me. too. Nelly
Carter said I'd just do for darby waiting
maid
"My Cousin Alice isn't like that. Good
by. now. IN see. And Grace ran into
the house.
There was to be on the 4th Of March
a mimic inauguration of Gen. Washing
ton at the city hall, and that was what
the boys and girls were so interested in.
There was to be procession, headed by
a brass band; and the "Going to march,
too. Then, afterwards, President and
Mrs. Washington were going to receive
their friends, there was to be a tea-party
and tableaux, and a good time generally
No wonder that Gertie wanted to "bc In
it."
She went home feeling forlorn enough,
and when she opened the door her moth
said -
"Why, my little daughter, what troub-
les you ?"
err. and she sat down and cried as hard
as she could, and by little bits of senten-
ces she told the whole story. and her
mother looked sorry and said, after Ger
tie had grown more quiet
s.Well, I'm sorry, TOO, Gertie. wish
you could 60. l know it's hard; but don't
make it any harder for me to be so poor
crying SO about it. If papa were only
here, yon could 90 them And her own
eyes filled with tears.
..Oh don't mother" cried Gertie. 81
didn't mean to. / won't again; but did
feel bad"
II know it DEAR said Mrs. Holmes.
Now do you want to roll baby out in his
carriageP | should be so glad to have
YOU, il you feel like it. I've been hur-
rving SO on this work for Mrs. Carter l
haven't had a minute to take him."
Gertie didn't feel much like taking him
out but she said she would. And in
little while she was glad she did. for the
little fellow enjoyed his ride so much and
gave Gertie such loving little pats on the
cheek, when she bent over him to tuck
ND his afghan, that she began to forget
all about her troubles.
Meantime Grace had finished her prac-
ticing, and had seated herself by her
grandmother and another old lady, after
duly admiring her pretty dress, laid on the
sofa, all ready for wearing on the next
day.
"Grandma," she said, presently, "what
does who is who mean?
what P said the old lady, looking over
her spectacles. "What are you talking
about, child?"
"Why Nellie Carriers mother said her
mother said that we should find out, this
year, who was who.' And l don't know
what it means. And | wouldn't ask Nelly,
cause she is always telling me I'm a
goose" .Esstfsl
Grandma began to laugh; and finally
finally she laughed SO hard that the Old
lady, who had been taking little nap in
her chair, woke up and said
"Why, Lydia, what in the world is thee
laughing at sop
'!Pm laughing to think of the difference
between new times and old ones. Do you
remember Betty Allen, Rachel-the cook
who lived with my dear mother on GER
tain summer when you visited us e''
Remember her? Yes. l do, indeed.
But what has she to do with thy laughter |?
why, her little granddaughter has
been telling our Oracle that her mother
said these times would prove who is who
Oh! dear me 1t is too funnyn'
The other gentle old lady, Grace's
great-aunt Rachel laughed then as hard
as Mrs. King had laughed before. And
the two old ladies began to talk of old
days. till they cried and laughed togeth-
err; and Grace looked on in amazement
"Was Nellies grandmother your cook,
grandma p she said, at last
mot mine, dear; but my mother s.
And she was very good. respectable
young girl. and made a good wife when
she married-just about the time did"
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