Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-12-07

lou really would mink thar the boy vs. 10y.
ing
Away like = rocket, eyes Wild in their socket,
The pussy eat rus hed-dufy squirt!
The little dog dew-and the doctor came, too,
Before they found where he was hurt.
foolish little mannikinl really think It Il sin
For you to oct like such silly midget,
And have such dreadful crying dts, that shake -
household oil to bits,
And get the people al in such . hd4etl
Hero, DO . little man, Johnny! Jump up, Il yo1
can,
And chow q smiling face, 30 now, that's dsaryi
The world is full of trouble, and don't you make it
double,
But do yo~ best to keep it bright and CHEEKY.
Which Would You Be?
Little Pinkie was sweet as rose and
gentle as dove.
More is the pity that little Pinkie
should be introduced to you with her
yellow hair dangling like tangled cob
webs over her small pug nose, her blue
dress all torn and spotted, her hands
as black as chimney-sweep's and a
card, moreover, pinned on her back
with ~Untidy' printed in very large
letters upon it.
The card was really almost worn out
with long usage. Aunt Ziph brought
it out almost every day and hung it
round gentle, careless little Pinkie's
neck.
Every night, tired, disheveled Pinkie
determined henceforth to be neat, and
sighed out at the end of her evening
prayer, SPlease, I would like to be a
very tidy little girl after this" But
somehow, when the. daytime came, it
did not seem to her to be so very
naughty to be *onneat."
Pinkie was sitting in the window on
a pile of nice futed aprons and collars
which Aunt Ziph had told her to put
away in her bureau.
She leaned her little grimy hands on
The back of the chair, and, resting her
chin on them, gazed through her disor-
dered curls at the little girl in the OPP
posite house, who was rocking in low
chair and darning small red stocking.
While Pinkie is gazing, let us look
around Pinkie's room,
It seems to be movingday with the
dolls. Two tin express wagons are
piled up with furniture before the open
playhouse doors.
Then gorgeous barouche full of
dolls is upset on a heap of stoves and
mirrors and china that seem to have
been flung hastily out of the little baby
house windows.
The kitty has tossed over PinHe's
work-basket, and is frishly cutting
the tangled balls and spools.
Pounce, the little dog, after chewing
at Pinkie's boots and shaking her
"reader" to tatters, is fast asleep on the
Gibbons and roses of Pinkieis new hat.
Little Tufty, the canary, is chipping
piteously for seeds and water, which
Pinkie has forgotten to give him.
The beds all tossed about by Pounce ;
the drawers and doors all standing
open. Alas for little Pinkie!
Now let us look into the other room
across the way, where the little girl sits
darning and rocking.
The ivies in the window are dancing in
the morning sunshine, made very hap
py by the good breakfast and nice,
clean bath which Plum, the busy little
dar1er, has just given them.
The playhouse is all in nice order,
and locked up fast and tight with the
dollies lying comfortably in bed, their
night-caps tied squarely under their
chins, and their eyes wide open.
They are not to get up ali day, be-
cause little Plum has SO much to do
she cannot properly attend to them.
Yes, little Plum has certainly great
deal to do. After the stockings are
mended, there is little baby brother to be
drawn round the garden in his new car
riage, and when the baby brother
pleases to go to sleep there are all
Plum's small handkerchiefs to be
ironed.
Yes, it is very busy day, indeed,
thinks Plum, darning briskly at the
stocking-heel; SO very briskly that the
small busy bee, filing his little pots OF
honey from the honey-suckle jars just
outside the window, huns with delight
at such industry.
Such neat little room is Plum's.
with all her small boots in prim row
in the shoe.bag, every chair in it's place,
and the smooth quilt white as snow.
@Oh dear, I wish such proper little
girls wouldn't go and move in opposite i
sighed Pinkie, as she wriggled about
uneasily over the futed aprons and col
lars. cts 'scouraging how Aunt Ziph
will talk about her to me. Oh dearl"
"Pinkier"
This severe voice was Aunt Ziph's
Aunt Ziph was standing at PinEe's
door dressed for a drive. She had
come to take Pinkie With her. But
Plnkie's appearance, and the appear.
ance OF Pinkie's room, was unfavorable
to such plan.
Aunt Ziph turned out Pounce and
the kitten, pulled down the shades, and
ordered Pinkie into bed. PinHe, sob
bing under the quilts, heard the car
rage drive off toward the green hills
and grassy roadsides.
Poor Pinkie! I am sorry to have
such a tale to tell Of her, but such sad
things do happen to untidv little girls.
Elsie GoTham, i'm Youths COM
panion. -..-as ...
Willie and Eva. "
Willie was as pretty bog as one
would wish to see; a bright, blue-eyed,
dimpled little fellow as ever trotted at