The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1878-02-14
Playing Funeral.

trying to sleep, when heard the patter
Of childish feet along the hall, followed
by a scratchy tap at my door.
l did not answer, for I did not feel like
entertaining two such frolicsome visi-s
tors as my little twin nephew and
niece, Willie and Tillie Blackstone; but
after brief silence the door was pushed
cautiously open, and two curly heads
peeped in. i
"oh, dear!" sighed one, >"auntie's
asleep" =
"oh, dearw sighed the other, "what
shall we do2" t.. r
'Let's go in" j..
"Sh-sh-h-.don't wake her,
They tip-toed by over to the window,
and looked down into the muddy streets
aud sighed, and up into the gloomy sky
and sighed. I felt sorry for the
forlorn little creatures, and was ging
to wake up and cry "boo," when Tillie
said:
LETS t, play funeral, and bury
"Hush, said Willie, sternly; "dont talk
50 loud, you will wake her up
"You can't wake dead folks" laughed
Tillie.
"We.l, I'll be the undertaken"
"Bring the casket this way said Tillie,
giving orders.
"You must net say that-that's my
business"
"What can say?"
"Be the visitors, and talk"
Last summer, when they were
in the country, the children went to a
funeral, and it made deep impression
on them.
"What beautiful CROP" styled Til
lie.
Then she pitched her voice into high
key and said:
"Squisitc flowers" then she dropped it
way down into her little boots and said,
mournfully: "She died young"
"But she was ready to CO." said Willie,
joining in as Il visitor.
"What'll become of all her children?"
she asked dolefu}ly.
How many did she have?"
"Seventeen--all twins" she answered,
SO plaintively that almost laughed.
they'll grow up,"h replied logical
ly.
"But who will take care of them?'
God. He takes care of the sparrows,
and children are bigger. Play, the
monrners have come IN whispered Will
| lie.
GAIL right" said Tillie cheerfully; then
suddenly she sobbea.
"There's her begrievcd mother"
(Which one:"
The one with Grape handkerchief"
"1ll make the eulogy," said Willie,
after short pause.
'Go ahead" said Tillie, who sometimes
torgets she is girl.
1.-THE deceased was a woman. She
liked children, and was the auntie OF
W ="
mo, no, Willie; she had seventeen
children.''
'She had seventeen children-to some
she gave water, to some she gave bread
she whipped them all soundly, and sent
them to bed.*
"That was the old woman that lived in
the shoe," laughed Title aloud, much to
the discomfort Of poor Willie, who al
ways gets things mixed.
AS soon as he restored order he went
on: do not weep for her my brethren.
She is happier than you. Let us pray"
Together the dear little things repeat
ed the sour Father" and Willie added ::
"Dear God, we know that she is in
heaven. We know all good people go to
heaven, because. Jesus Christ went there
when He died. Make us all love as we'll
as she did, so that we shall see her when
we die. Do not let us wish she was here
again. because You took her away, and
| You know best. Amen"
Just then their nurse called them to
their luncheon, and they ran away, leav-
ing me to rejoice at their great faith, and
pray that it may not talter when the time
comes for them to give up their treasures
and say, Thy will be done. God knows
bcst.-Eli1a0r Elliott. IN Conqregattonolest.
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