The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1877-11-02
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.
Bat ne was in the middle of a whistle,
ana nothing under an earthquake or n
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"
60 / don't care"
"They've got lovely furniture and
dolls carriage, too.
"That is none of my business"
They've got a little boy"
Glow old is he?" inquired William
Henry, becoming slightly interested.
He is hitler than you are. But he's
got a velocipede.
"Where is he9"
"Standing at the front gate"
"Oh !" Then, after a moments re-
Election, Willie clambered into stand
ing 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 admira-
ton and envy; for this was feat uni
versally admired by the small boys who
attended Miss Gregory's school.
The new neighbor watched him a mo-
ment, and then said Hello!"
Hello - replied Willie.
CT 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
to recover something of his lost dignity.
ct never tried to do that"
cts awful hard to do. Come, and
I'll show you how"
whats your name?"
william Henry Bogart. What's
yours?"
"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 L thought I'd bleed to death.
You bet it hurt some. But didn't cry
one bit"
cts heap worser to fall out of
high tree than to be cutted, though"
"Pshaw ~ sneered Willie. al 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: "Tm
President of our club.
care you, though ?"
eyes. And I'll get you in. 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 million kinds of sicknesses. 4"
"Willie, your mar says you an yer
friend con take these two pals and go
pick strawberries for LUNCH" called
Nancy, the housemaid, setting two little
pals on the back steps.
ooh, pshaw don't want to. It's
ashame to make me do everything"
grumbled Willie, going slowly for the
pals.
ooh, it's jolly 1 like to pick ber-
ries," cried Jack, seizing his pail, mer-
rily.
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 ber-
ries under the leaves, there were spi-
ders 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, 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 pail
was scarcely covered.
"Why, Willie - said mamma. "How
il this2 Your friend has filed his pail,
and you have not gathered enough for
yourself to eat.
"I don't like to pick strawberries,
mamma there are so many bugs and
spiders among the leaves.