The Toledo chronicle. [volume] (Toledo, Tama County, Iowa) 1873-1924, 1877-10-25
GETTING WHAT YOU LOOK FOR.

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Do you hear?n called Ruthie, standing
on tip-toe, SO that she could look
through the top bar of the barnyard
fence.
William Henry did hear, for he was
sitting on the opposite gatepost, and
not only heard, but saw his little sister.
But he was in the middle of whistle,
and nothing under an earthquake or I. a
was properly concluded.
Yes, hear What do you want?"
he answered, when the last flourish had
been triumphantly effected.
..The people are moving in next
door,
81 don't care"
They've got lovely furniture; and
dolls carriage, too"
sThat is none of my business
.sThey've got a little boy"
"How old is he?n inquired William
Henry, becoming slightly interested.
He is littler than you are. But he's
got velocipede."
"Where is hep
Standing at the front gate.
sOhr' Then, after a moments re-
Election, Willie clambered into stand
|jng position, and began to walk around
the fence, whistling as he went.
Are you going round, Willie?'
Willie nodded, and Ruthie bounded
on before him, in order to get the best
place on the front gate. When Willie
reached that point, he put his hands in
his pockets and began balancing him.
self first on one foot and then on the
other, in manner calculated and in
tended to fill the newcomer with admi-
ration and envy; for this was feat
universally admired by the small boys
who attended Miss Gregory's school.
The new neighbor watched him a
moment, and then said: g Hellon'
Hellor' replied Willie.
81 can do that
Let me see you, though.
The attempt proved a partial success.
81 can hang on our pear-tree by my
feet for five minutes. l bet you can't
do thatr' said William Henry, anxious
to recover something of his lost dignity.
81 never tried to do that. =
"It's awful hard to do. Come, and
I'll show you how"
What's your name?'
William Henry Bogart. What 5
yoursP''
"Jack Foster. 1 fell down out of an
awful high tree once, and cut my
head" remarked Jack, gravely.
81 cut myself with our ak right on
the foot. And it bled and bled and
bled! I thought I'd bleed to death.
| You bet it hurt some. But didn't cry
one bit. -
"It's heap worser to fall out OF
high tree than to be cutted, though. !
s.Pshawy'' sneered Willie. 81 fall
out of trees every day, nearly. don't
mind it no more than nothing"
"You don't cut your head, though" !"
Willie, not being able to assert that
he did, and not being willing to confess
that he didn't, remarked, composedly:
81 I'm President of our club. "
..Are you, thought
Eyes. And I'll get you in. | had
| the scarlet fever last winter" con-
tinued Willie.
81 never had that" said Jack, in a
tone of humility.
"It's awful dreadful to have. I've
had most million kinds of sicknesses. )"
Willie, yeur mar says you an yer
friend can take these two pals and go
pick Strawberries for lunch,'' called
| Nancy, the housemaid, setting two
little pals on the back steps.
. "Oh, pshaw! / don't want to. It's
ashame to make me do everything y
grumbled Willie, going slowly for the
pals.
"Oh, it's jolly! like to pick
berries,'' cried Jack, seizing his pail,
merrily.
| But Willie took his with an ugly pout
and reluctantly led the way to the
strawberry bed. The truth was he al
ways imagined that, instead of red,
juicy berries under the leaves, there
were spiders and bugs; and, although
he was able to stand upon one foot on
| the picket fence, and was also Presi-
dent of the Skating Club. he was very
much afraid of bugs and spiders. So
he fretted and pouted, and timidly
pulled aside the leaves, pretending to
look for berries, but in reality looking
for spiders.
Jacks pail was heaped and running
over BY the time Nancy called the boys
to lunch; but the bottom of Willie's
i pail was scarcely covered.
Why. Willie!" said mamma. s'H0w
| il thisp Your friend has filled his pail,
and you have not gathered enough for
/ yourself to eat. y
don't like to pick strawberries.
mamma; there are 80 many bugs and
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