Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1876-08-12
Mrs. Morris,s Twins


The Morris twins were declared by all
who knew them to be the worst children
Of their age that ever lived. Although
too young to commit depredations except
on their own premises, the way they cut
up at home was horriying TO those kind
hearted people who are so interested in
other peoples children.
"They1l certainly fetch up in the
States Prison." groancd Miss Talbot,
maiden lady who lived in the same house.
They act as though they were possess
ell by evil spirits"
And Mrs. Morris, a gentle little wO-
man, as much out Of place with her roll
licking boys as a hen with a flock of
ducks, smiled incredulously, and thought
it was only their childish minds in quest
of experimental knowledge. 1t was
real aggravation to some of the croakers
that embryo william wasn't stamped on
their faces, but pair of cherubs straight
from fairy land could not look more limo
of the other, the same golden curls,
brown eyes, pink cheeks and deep dim
pies. Even their own mother could
scarcely tell one from the other. Their
names were Foy and Roy, and Miss Tai
but declared that such outlandish names
were enough to set the old cat into any
young ones.
When they could not get out of door
they found II variety of amusements with
in. The chairs were always bottom up
wards, the soap in the water pail and a
general assortment of playthings and old
shoes in the water box. Out of doors
was the same; pitch forks, rakes, shovels,
whips and harness straps were strewn
from one end of their beat to the other,
and Mr.. Morris often said that when he
lay anything down he never expected to
see it again. The latest and GROWING
act in the lives of these youngsters was
this:
They stood out in the field one morn
ing watching their father dig potatoes.
GLOW they tum therc?" asked Roy, at
last,
81 planted them last spring." And
taking a potato he showed them the eyes,
and told them that if planted more pota.
toes would grow out Of them. "When we
get these almost cat up shall plant few
and get lot more after a while"
"Will beanth grow?" was the next
question.
eyes, all kinds Of things; beans, peas
and corn. We put some in the grount
and wait for some more to grow. Dc
you understands"
"Yeth," lisped the twins in chorus
"we knowth."
They were out of sight the rest Of thu
forenoon, but when Mrs. Morris called tt
them, the answer came from somewher,
behind the barn, "Here we is"
1t was nearly noon when Roy came tt
the house alone, looking flushed and de
cidedly tired.
"Whcres Foy?"
go he's drowning" was the triumphan
reply, give planted him, and by and b!
thercll be lots of boys"
Filled with vague alarm, Mrs. Morris
ran out behind the barn where littl
mound of earth testified that the grow
ing process was we'll under way. I
single moment was long enough t.
scatter the debris and drag to light he
, nearly exhausted offspring.
i "You naughty, wicked boy" she cried
turning fiercely to Roy, who shrank bacl
: diSmayed from the unlocked for storm
"what was you trying to do?"
go boo-hoo-hoo," he sobbcd, "papt
plants tatocs to get more and oh boo-hoo
, hoo, why not boys"
Then the long tried woman pounced OIL
to that lucklesS twin like hawk on
chicken, shook him till his teeth ratified
and hustling him into dark closet, lief
him to puzzle his infant brain in conject
ure as to how far analogcal rcasonin:
will hold good.