Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1878-10-02
YOUTHS COLUMN.

Nothing TO do.-Kit had taken slight
cold, and so she did not have 10 go TO
school. Although glad enough to stay
at home. she could think of nothing IN
particular to do, and after breakfast she
wandered around the house aimlessly
for awhile. She finally strayed into her
fathers study. No one was there. On
the table was the unfinished sermon.
Just where her father had left it. 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
QUO also. Kit returned to the study,
feeling a trifie lonesome; and, for lack
of better employment, she built bright
fire On the hearth. She placed the
back log and fOre-log IN their places;
and, this done, she sat down i'll big
chair to enjoy the blaze. She had not
sat long, when she heard queer rustic,
and, turning toward the door, she saw
enter half dozen crash towels. They
were signing at tremendous rate;
and finally one of them said quite plain
ly:
"Sbe promised to hem us the first
day she could; and she hasn't thought
OF us Once.'
Kits conscience reproached her. She
was just going 10 excuse herself, when
pair of thick-soled walking-boots
shufiled in.
ssSeven buttons off," they groaned
dismally: "and she declared she would
sew them on the first day she had
time"
Kit felt much ashamed; but she could
think of nothing to say, so she sat very
still, blushing, however, a good deal,
for the crash towels and the walking
boots were staring at her most unpleas-
antly.
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 a 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, chest
nut shells, handEerchiefs, gloves, some
apples, notes from the school-girls-a
little of every thing, in fact; and it
seemed as though Kit had stirred them
all together like pudding. The crash
towels laughed disagreeably, and tn e
boots squeaked in disdain.
"She was going TO put me In order as
soon as she had time," said knob of
the bureau drawer meaningly. Bang!
From of a shelf dropped a fat History
of the United States, and as it landed on
the floor its leaves opened ar 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 10
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 disagreeabie way that Kit put her
hands up before her face and began to
sob. Straightway the shoes hoped up
and commenced 10 kick her, the crash
towels slapped her face, the bureau
drawer flung apples at her. and the fat
history clinOeu up On Top Vi her heau
aud began TO push her into the fire.
With great effort, Kit tried to get
away and at last she succeeded in roll
ing of her chair TO the foor. Then she
woke up. She moved her eyes and
stared round the quiet room; and after
second sne realized that she had been
dreaming. Straightway she rose and
went 10 her own room, took the six
crash towels out of the basket, and
heinmed them till dinner-time.