The Lamoille news. (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1877-1881, 1879-02-26

Visions haunted her also OF snippings
of paper, bits Of string, and odds and
ends of dolls fnery, upon the table.
Drifting from one scrap of matronly
talk to another, the ladies came natural.
ly to the care and management of chill
dren, and Mrs. Turmoyle complimented
her neighbor upon the appearance Of
her house and the proficiency of her
little ones.
cannot understand how you &C
complish it, she said frankly.
"By system, was the reply. "The
education of my children begins, 1 may
say, in their cradles. AS soon as they
can walk, they hare their own proper
place in the room, and are trained to
perfect silence when older persons are
present"
Mrs. Turmoyle thought of the noisy
chorus of shouts, the eager recital of
the days pleasures or accidents, that
greeted papa, aunties or uncles in her
own nursery, and wondered if Tom,
Bessie and Mark would be trained to sit
quiet in one place for hours at a time.
"At two years of age 1 teach my chill
dren their letters, and after that they
are sent to school. All of them were
entered at three years of age at private
school, and at five at public one. In
the intervals Of school hours my boys
have geographical puzzles, spelling
games and problems, and my girls are
taught sewing"
"But when do they playP"
"Their games and puzzles are suf-
ficient for the boys, and I allow the
girls to cut out and fit clothing for q
large wax doll"
"But do they not have any hours for
running, balls, kites and other outdoor
play2"
81 disapprove entirely of outdoor
play. 1t ruins clothing and makes
children rude. They have outdoor
exercise in long walk to and from
school,"
AS she spoke, the hall-door opened
quietly and fall of footsteps crossed
the hall to the sitting room. Five
children, three girls and two boys,
came in with lauguid footsteps and pale
faces, from which all childishness
seemed stricken. Spotlessly clean,
with shiny hair and polished boots,
they followed in orderly fashion the
lead of the eldest, who stood before his
mother, waiting for permission to
speak.
"Wel, my son p she said, quietly.
"There is no school this afternoon.
The senior class is to be examined" he
said YEARLY.
"No school! Very we'll. 1 will set
you some sums after dinner, and find
you some words to study in the die
tionary."
Silently the five sat down until the
visitor departed, uncomfortably con-
scious of ten weary eyes and five pallid,
pinched faces.
Crossing her own doorway, Mrs, Tur.
moyle was greeted by merry duet.
"No school No school |"
Then the tenor solo.
"Won't you make some bobs for my
kite, mamma There's a splendid
wind |"
Followed by a sweet soprano.
"And oh, mamma, you promised the
first holiday you would trim my dolls
bonnet"
81 ant kite, too T. struck in Mark
"Ob, let me get my breath |" cried
the little woman. "Where's your hat
Tom ?"
"Oh, I forgot" Tom said, sweeping
it off with profound bow. "Here
take this chair. And let me take YOU
bonnet and sacque up stairs. You are
tired. Never mind bobs if you are very
, tired"
"I'll help make them" said Bessie
"and I'll go watch Tom, mamma, if yor
: don't feel like making the bonnet"
"We'll see, after dinner" said Mrs
| Turmoyle, looking from one round, rosy
, face to the other, marking the sturd,
, limbs and dancing eyes. To be sure
the hair of all three must be reduced
from state of rebellion before they wer,
) presentable at table, and soap and wa
tor were pleasant suggestions in the ma
. ternal eyes. There was perfect healtl
: and happiness, if the voices were shril
and the boots noisy.
"I've been to see Mrs. Stone" sh
aid, when, washed and combed, he
Q children gathered around her to wal
t for papa and dinner, "and wondere'
: if I could ever make my children a
quiet and orderly as hers are."
"Willie Stone is a milksop p sal
Tom, contemptuously, "always cryin
Q because his headaches. He can't pla
: anything, and daren't move, for fear G
f spelling his clothes. Wouldn't pla
football for fear he would get dust o
8 his boots. There's nice boy for you
y He might as well be girl at once"
t "And mother, the teacher had
Q write note to Mrs. Stone the day job
I. Gray spilled the ink on Maud's apror
Q She was 30 afraid to go home, it Wa
n awful. She said her mother would viii
l. her, and keep her upon bread and watt
is for whole day. Mrs. Lee told her
t. say it wasn't her faalt, but she said he
Is mother would not believe her."
,r "Dinner and here comes papa
3 cried Tom.
1T Mr.. Turmoyle came in with gray
ID face. He made no comment on the hol
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