The Newtown bee., 1879-07-16

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 s'That's good news, dear" said the artful old lady. '' And ain't it pleasant to think that the planting's all done and the things a-growin' nicely, and every thing in order till next fall 5? But, sake alive! Winifred, the linen on the top shelf in the back room closet is dretful yaller-yaller's saffron. Y ou must take it down to the old bleaching place by the brook tomorrow and bleach it for week or two"
 "Dear mel grandmamma.n said Win. nie, with charming little grimace, ''how lonely that will be. Couldn't it be bleaehed here somewhcres I'm sure there's enough sun and grass-'' ' But there ain't no brook" inter rupted the old lady, and you don't want to be carrying water all the time from the we'll to sprinkle it with. And, Winifred, I'm right mad 1" (she didn't look mad, though she tried to) "at your not wantin' to take care of your own. for yours every speck of that linen will be-tablecloths, sheets, piller- cases and all. I've been savin' it for you for years till you git married, and I guess that needn't be far off if you're willin', for George Topnot was a speakin' to me about you t'other day"
 "George Topnotw exclaimed Winnie, with flash of temper. "It ever he speaks to me of marriage he'll have no top-knot."
 "There, there, " said Widow Van Dorn, soothingly, "don't make such a rash vow I declared wouldn't have your grandfather"
 But two weeks, granny dear" said Winnie, going back to the original sub ject, " is such long time.n
 "Long time! How you talk. A fort nit, and a fortnit's only fourteen days, You can take the dog with you and your story books Parmeler sent you. And you're right near Mrs. Williams (ten her I'll come and see her soon's my rheu- matic foot's better), and her little Janey will stay with you half the time. Now be q good girl and be ready to go to- morrow" a@
 ''To morrow" repeated Winnie, "Why, grandmamma, to-morrow's the 4th, when there's to be band at the hotel and lots of fireworks. Ithought you'd let me go there and spend the day. Mrs. Brewer asked me herselfa week ago"
 Tut! tut! Much better spend the day in the meadow, bleaching the linen. Fireworks is dangerous things. I once read ofa woman who was killed by one," Sd the widow, rising from the chair and iimping out to look at the garden.
 So Winifred was fain to submit, and the next morning. saw her depart, her broad -brimmed hat dropping over her brown face and hiding the tears in her dark eyes, and a bundle of linen in her round, brown arms. Boy-blue, the dear old dog, trotted along at her side, and her grandmamma stood looking after her from the doorway. a
 "Too bad" said the Old lady, as the little figure disappeared up the lane. II hated awful to disapp'int her, but Brow CTS Hotel to day'd never do. She'd meet the engineer, sartin."
 With the sunset back came Winifred. Gone were the tears, and her face was as bright as ever. Buttercups and daisies Oh, the pretty fowers!" she sang, as she came in the garden gate. Grand mamma beheld her with secret joy.
 "Was you very lonely, Winifrcd," she asked.
 "N Not very," replied Winifred.
 And every day after the little brown girl came dancing and singing home, as happy as happy could be, until the two weeks came to an end. That night she said to the old lady: "The linen is as white as snow, grandmamma and it smells of the clover, and I'm so glad it's To be mine.'
 Aye! my child, ;" replied the widow, ' you've come to your senses and you begin to see what a fine present it'll be for you when you're married"
 "Oh! granny dear, I wasn't thinking or that said Winnie, a suspicious blush, nevertheless, mantling her face
 Have you seen George Topnot tatelyP" asked her grandmamma, a sud- den thought darting through her mind.
 "Oh! granny, granny, how can youP" said Winnie, responsibility; George | Topnot, indeedI' and then smile called | out the two dimples that hid in her cheeks. Tomorrow shall bring the linen home. For Pm little Buttercup- dear little Buttercup"
 "Ehp Whats that about buttercups, | asked grandmamma. II hope nore of it looks like buttercups, cause it must be yallerer than ever if it | loes."
 . No, no. gran'," laughed the girl; its as white as the leaves of the daisies. was singing bit of a song I picked up somewhere. :"
 And the next evening, a little earlier han usual, Winnie made her appear lnce, and with her handsome young man! They carried the clothes basket, | leaped up with snowy linen, between hem, while Boy blue. his neck adorned IL. ; | -r Al | l.. !