Louisiana capitolian., 1879-12-13
Kitty's Raspberry Float.

'Vn, mOtncT cACshlH'GN W"'y wy
lie, in tones of dismay, "the cream is
all sourv'
And her handsome fase darkcned
with positive annoyance. 1t was real
" too vexatious, for she had invited u
score or more young friends for that
evening, to meet her newly arrived
cousin Kitty, and of course she ought
to have ice cream. The Wylies were
rather famous for their delicious ice
cream, which they always made them
selves for company, but the thermo'n-
eter at ninety eight snd q thunder
storm had curdled'all the milk in the
dairy.
"rhe cake is all ready" said Mary,
sitting down in her pcrplexity. "But
what else are we to have. Coffee is too
hot, and lemonade is foo much like n
fair. Kitty, can't you think of some
little light thing, ensy to make, TO take
the place of ice-cream 7"
Thus appealed to, Kitty upraiscd
her head from "Daniel Deronda," and
said, tloughtfully, ado youlike tloat''
"What is u tloat"
at takes eggs mamma makes il
often for us at home, evenings. She
beats the whites Of eggs up like a
snowy mountain, and puts in
sugar, and then she beats in straw
berries. or raspberries, or jelly, to
make it a'pretty color and flavor it.
We eat in sauccrs like'ice-cream.'
at sounds good" said Mary, with a
little revival ofhope," and we have
oceans of eggs. But strawberries are
all gone--there are raspberries to be
sure, down in the lots. But | burn
50 If 90 in the sun, and the servants
are busy--no, Pm afraid we can't
nuke it,"
am pick the berries !" said Kitty,
jumping up; "l'd like nothing better
than q stroll in the lots, and I'm 80
brown already the sun won't hurt
lne."
"But you'll be so tired" remonstra-
ted Mary, looking admiringly at the
merry brunette face; and want you
to look your very Prcttiest Tonight
10 that our young men may lose the''
hearts,"
W think l would rather have rasp,
berries than hearts," replied Kitty,
mucily, and she putGn her hat and took
a pail, and, with n few words of direc-
tion, went down the garden and
through gate into the back lot.
twas u burning July day, but Kitty
was child of the sun, and she liked 1t.
She had not been in the country for a
long time before, and she fairly revel.
ed IN the feeling of the grass under
her feet, the whirr of the grassllop-
pers, and the little escort of brown
butterflies that tluttered all tho time
Just ahead of her.
"Here are the raspberries!" she
said to herself as she came to the low
stone wall; "not very many Of them
eitl,er-I suppose they picked q good
many for supper last night. But iii
CLEAN rs / CO."
SO she cleaned as she went, but the
berries were scarce, and rs she old
wall was in q tumbled-down condi.
ton, and there seemed to be more
berries in the next lot, she climbed
over and wandered on, meeting with
better success. A lane ran by the lot
she was now in, and black eyed
young lady walking through it stared
curiously at Kitty Us she passed.
T believe l like birds better than
do people," was Kitty's mental com,
ment on this; "yelrdear little robins
singing SO over in those apple trees
mean to go and watch your house.
keeping, and rest y little while, fo'
my pail is almost fall" 9
The apple. trees were in corner o
the lot, and when Kitty reachod then
she found bubbling spring there
and rocks covered with lovely lichens
"Uucle Robert has good taste," sht
said, "to keep such a charming little
nook here" And She threw herself
down in the shadow of one quite tai
rock, and famed herself with her hat
She was in n mood to thorouiihly en-
joy everything, ana it seemed to he1
she had never seer the sky so beauti
full before, nor such beautiful clouds
w'd like to marry farmer! !" sh,
said, ,impulsively aloud; and oher utte1
dismay, a pleasant, manly voice from
the other side of the rock responded
"Wonld yon9 That's quite a rar'
choice, nowadays"
Kitty sprang up and started to run
when, of all calamities, in her hast'
she upset her pail ofraspbsrries, ant
away they rolled IN every direction