The Ouachita telegraph. [volume] (Monroe, La.) 1865-1889, 1878-09-20
MONROE LOUISIANA, FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 90 1878, 5
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Kit had taken slight cold, and SC
she did not have to go to school. AL
though glad enough to stay at home,
she could think of nothing in praticut
lar to do, and after breakfast she wan
dered around the house aimlessly
for awhile. She finally strayed into
her fathers study. No one was there
On the table was the unfinished SER
mon, just where, her father had left 1t.
Kit glanced over the neatly written
pages, but did not attempt to read
them. Then she went into the sitting
room; but her mother was not there,
for she had gone out also. Kit returned
to the study, feeling trifle lonesome
and, for lack of better employment, she
built a bright fire on the hearth. She
placed the backlog and fore. log in their
places; and, this done, she sat down in
q big chair to enjoy the blaze. She had
not sat there long, when she heard q
queer rustic, and, turning toward the
door, she saw enter halt dozen crash
towels. They! were signing at tre1
mendous rate; and finally one of them
said quite plainly: grs.a sa.-- .ss.1.y !,
day she could; and she hasn't thought
of us once" uC 4i9Gi ai ~; uH i-5tF 80"
Kits conscience reproached her. She
was just going to excuse herself, when
a pair OF thick-soled walking-boots
shuff1ed in. '
"Seven buttons off," they groaned
dismally tsand shedcclared she would
sew them on the first day she had
time" ...r.....-... -.....s |
Kit felt much ashamed; but she
could think of nothing to say, so she
sat very still, blushing, however, a
good deal, for tho crash towels and the
walking-boots were staring at her most
unpleasantly. -...-.,-,..-
The silence was growing oppressive.
The towels and the shoes stared and
stared, until poor Kit felt very much
like crying and she would have done
so had not her attention been attracted
by funny scraping sound out in the
hall. The towels bent their heads for
ward to look; and the shoes turned
themselves squarely around, as there
entered Kits upper: bureau drawer.
Such looking thing as it was! 1t was
crammed full with ribbons, pins, bits
of jewelry, collars, cuffs, morsels OF
very sticky taffy candy, fancy work,
chestnut shells, handkerchiefs, gloves,
some apples, notes from the school,
girls-a little Of every thing, in fact
and it seemed as thought Kit had stfrr-
ed them all together like pudding.
The crash towels laughed disagreeably,
and the boots squeaked in disdain.
tsShe was going to put me in order
as soon as she had time," said knob
of the bureau drawer, meaningly.
Bang! From off shelf dropped a fat
History of the United States, and as it
landed on the floor its leaves opened at
the account of the settlement of New
York by the Dutch, in 1910. "
Kits cheeks grew redder yet. She
had promised her father to read that,
sometime when she had nothing else
to do; and here she had dwadled away
nearly a whole morning in trying to
amuse herself. She looked sadly at the
unhemmed towels, the grinning shoes,
the disorderly bureau-drawer, and the
History and they looked at her in
such a disagreeable way that Kit put
her hands up before her face and began
to sob. Straightway the shoes hoped
up and commenced to kick her, the
crash towels slapped her face, the
burcau-drawer flung apples at her, and
the fat History climed up on top Of her
head and began to push her into the
fire. With great effort, Kit tried to
get away; and at last she succeeded
in rolling off her chair to the floor.
Then she woke up. She moved her
eyes and stared round the quiet room;
and after a second she realized that she
had been dreaming. Straightway she
rose and went to her own room, took
the six crash towels out of the basket,
and hemmed them till dinner time.
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