The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1877-10-06
GETTING WHAT YOU LOOK FOR.

"Willie! Willie! William Henry! Do
you hear?" 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 deluge
could have stopped him until it 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"
don't care"
They've got lovely furniture; and
dolls carriage, too"
THAT is none of my business"
They've got little boy"
Chow old is he?" inquired William
Henry, becoming slightly interested.
"He is hitler than you are. But he's
got velocipede."
"Where is he?"
Standing at the front gate"
"Ohw Then, after a moments reflec-
ton, Willie clambered into a standing
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 himself first on one
foot and then on the other, in manner
Jol
conner with admiration and envy; for this
was feat universally admired by the
small boys who attended Miss Gregory's
school.
The new neighbor watched him mo-
ment, and then said: "Hello"
"Hello" replied Willie.
81 can do that"
Let me see you, though"
The attempt proved partial success.
81 can hang on our pear tree by my
feet for five minutes. l bet you can't do
that" said William Henry, anxious to re-
cover some of his lost dignity.
81 never tried to do that"
cts awful hard to do. Come, and
I'll show you how"
What's your name?"
civilian Henry Bogart. What's
yours?"
"Jack Foster. 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! l
thought l would bleed to death. You
bet it hurt some. But didn't cry one
Bit"
cts a heap worser to fall out of
high tree than to be cutted, though"
"Pshaww 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: "Pm
President of our club"
care you, thought"
Eyes. And I'll get youin. l had the
scarlet fever last winter" continued
Willie.
81 never had that" said Jack, in a
tone of humility.
cts awful dreadful to have. I've had
most a million kinds of siCknesses."
willie, your mar says you an yer
friend can take these two pals and go
pick strawberries for lunch" called Nan.
cy, the housemaid, setting two little
pals ON the back steps.
80 pshawl l don't want to. It's a
shame to make me do everything"
grumbled Willie, going slowly for the
pals.
ooh, it's jollyl like to pick berries, "
cried Jack, Selling his pail, merrily.
But Willie took his with an ugly pout
and reluctantly led the way to the straw.
berry-bed. The truth was he always
imagined that, instead of red, juicy Der.
ries 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 President of the Skating
Club, he was very much afraid of bugs
and spiders. So he fretted and pouted,
and timidly pulled aside the leaves, pre-