The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1878-05-29
OANDELIONS.


the chamber just above it all busted
and in perfect order, Leslie 2"
"All In order, mother"
every well, then, brush out the
kitchen, and Get down the best crock
cry, and see that there is no dust on
it."
81 will, mother, only don't hurry
me SO. Rome wasn't built in a day,
you know.
II know 'twasn't, child, but we
have nothing to do with Rome now
a.dsys. So hurry and do as I've
told you, and then you can take the
basket and run ou: in the meadow
and pick mess OF dandelions for
dinner. Your father likes them, and
| reckon they won't go amiss with
our new boarder-that is, if be
comes out on the morning stage. If
not, maybe he'd relish a few cold,
that is if there's plenty of vinegar
on them"
Leslie Sawyer looked out into the
spacious perch where her feshy, good
natured, mother stood bending over
cloud of steam issuing from a
newly painted wash tub.
"Mother," she said shortly, Pm
tired; pray let Mertie go. She
hasn't been doing thing this morn
ing"
Mrs. SAWYER looked over to the
open doorway as Leslie spoke.
"Yes, Myrtle" she said, you go,
that's dear, for know Leslie must
be tired. Take the basket and that
old knife sticking up over the farther
beam, and 60 up just beyond the
wall You know where they grow
In farmer Hilder's meadow, close by
the one where your father pastures
Old Whitley Come, Myrtle, hurry,
as it is most time for the stage to be
in"
A fragile, willowy figure rose up
from the stone doorstep 1t was
clad in neatly fitting calico, with q
spotless linen collar about the round,
white throat. A large straw hat
concealed her features, bat as her
hand went out for the knife and
basket, it fell down by her side and
revealed q wealth of softly tinted
brown hair, two wondrous brown
eyes, heavy lashes, gracefully arched
eye brows, q fair brow and a mouth
like cherry. Her complexion was
faultless, and q dash of carmine in
her cheeks betokened health as we'll
as beauty. But at her mothers
second command to hasten, she lock-
ed up in a rebellious wav.
81 hate digging dsndelions. 1t
spoils my hands. Can't Archer 60,
mother :"
"Archer is in the field with faith
err" responded Mrs Sawyer, as she
shook the drops from the spotless
linen she held, over Myrtle's upturn-
ed face. "But if you don't want to
60, Leslie will, suppose"
"And ! should be heather to let
her, cried Myrtle, cheerily recover
ing her good nature, and wiping her
wet face. Never mind my hands.
don't care-i'll 60"
So she danced off; the gate shut
with click behind her; her straw
hat soon disappeared from view.
Mrs. Sawyer went on banging out
her clothes, Leslie washed the best
crockery, and the old clock in the
kitchen pointed to stage time.
Over the meadows, now and then
tripping in the tall grass, and seem
ing in frantic haste. went tall, man
ly form clad in a clean linen suit and
carrying in one hand a carpet bag,
and in the other an umbrella.
Eagerly his eyes traversed the broad
field as if in pursuit of some friendly
farmhouse, but as none appeared in
sight, he gave way to his disap-
pointment in low smotbered tones.
81 declare! it's too bad / missed
my way. / am almost sorry l ven
tured to walk from the station.
suppose had l waited for the stage /
should have been there ere this.
But this is just my luck! Hullos !"
and be stopped suddenly, for hidden
in the tall grass was demure little
figure, who, at the opsetting of q lit
tie wicker basket, had uttered a
quick sentence off,
There! every one spilled, I do de.
clare!"
Then Mr. Philip Warren started
back defly, and with his calm eye
took in the whole picture. The green
meadow, the blue tufts Of violets at
her feet, and in their midst o girl
with soft brown hair, trembling
mouth and wondrous brown eyes.
Over her shoulders hung . large
straw hat, beside her sat basket
filled with these same blue violets,
and in her lap one or two dandelion
roots. 1t was plain to be seen that
she had been dispatched for the lat.
ter but the former had overruled,
and 80 had now the day. Philip
saw that At . glance, but as be look.
ed two other eyes sought his, which
at once recalled him to his senses.
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