Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-03-02
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oven.
"sakes alive, school amt out yet, be it9'
! he asked, lifting himself up to get a GOOD
view of the clock.
, Becky flung herself down on the steps
and poured forth her injuries, winding
up with a declaration of indepeI dence
IN never 60 again; never. You will
not ask it of mo, will you grandfather
mot if you're set agin it." said the old
man with sigh; and be passed into the
, buttery and brought out a heaping dish
OF pancakes.
Il thought as how you'd come home
hungry, and so l made lot Of EN-"
! Becky had weakness for pancakes,
and was quite touched with the attention.
She moved a chair near them and tried
to eat; but somehow they seemed to stick
in her throat. The idea that her grand
father was sorely disappointed made them
very hard to swallow.
"What makes you care so much about
my being a lady9" she said at length.
laying down her knife and fork and look
ing fixedly at him.
| The old farmer wiped his glasses care
fully.
It's Cause your mother would have liked
it; she used to take to larnin', and to
gentle ways, and grand folks, as naturally
as horses take to hay. I wanted you to
be like her; but laws mel tain il natur,
that you could be that kind any more than
hen could be a gosling. It don't matter"
eyes it does, grandfather" and Becky,
Jumping up, wound her arms around his
neck and shed tear or two on the back
of his old waistcoat.
ut isn't that I'm so against the learn-
ing" she continued; ''it's the folks
can't stand"
"Well, some of ems rather tryin',"
answered the farmer; ''but there is one
powerful queer thing in human natur'.
1t you feel ag'in man, do favor for
him, an you're sure to like him better.
There's Squire Adams, used to hate him
like fury; but since I've been in the habit
OF lending on him my yoke of oxen, I've
got the better on it,"
"Well, grandpa, I'll 60 to school just
one day longer to lend 'em to his daughter.
Such fxed-up city girls havn't the slight
est idea how to have good time I
might bring them down here and show
Lnem now IL Is QOne.
So, to the surprise Of everybody, the
following day Wild Becky appeared, at
school. The scholars all laughed as she
came tearing in, and making queer lit
tie bob which did duty for courtesy,
begged to be forgiven yesterdays mis-
doings.
Perhaps Miss Peters knew by instinct
what a penance this was to tho child, or
1t may be that, in spite Of her prim lit
tie way, she had a real sympathy for
Becky, and disapproved of the offensive
manner Of her assistant At all events
the matter twas lightly treated, and the
| ''wild girl" was soon established in her
own seat.
At recess the girls paired off two by
two, but no one spoke to her.
"Dear, DEAR thought the child; s'no-
body isn't nobody here unless they are
couple, and ANTI"
When the afternoon session broke up
that day, hay-cart with two big work
horses stood drawn up before the fashion
able establishment. The floor Of the
cart was strewn thickly with fragrant
hay, while old Farmer Miller in his shirt
sleeves, held the reins. Cynthia Adams
was one of the last to leave the school
room. Who can describe her astonish-
ment when, upon gaming the yard, she
beheld Wild Becky standing on horse
block. and actually inviting these city
gi-ls to ''hitch on" Most of the scholars
looked as Mortified as Cynthia had ex-
pected; but Mile King and four or. five
other jolly souls tumbled in for the fun
of it,,
Farmer Miller shouted to Miss Peters
hat he'd bring 'em home safe and sound
afore bedtime, and cracking his whip,
they were soon rafting down the hill,
the girls getting such shakeup as they
! had never had before; but they held on
to the poles like monkeys, filling the way
with their merry shouts and laughter,
and by the time they reached the long
winding road through the pine woods,
they were thoroughly enchanted with
their novel mode of riding.
Such queer homely house as it was
before which they stopped! Becky didn't
try to hide any part of ii, but made them
welcome to the whole, and to the great
rbarn, too, with its numberless hiding.
places, initiating them at once into the
most approved way of sliding down hay
mows, and riding on the great swing
doors. She took them across the mead.
ows 10 the stream, with the little grove
beside it, and there they fshed for trout;
not that they caught enough to boast of,
Tor only the most venturesome of fishes
would bite in that uproar of voices.
When they got tired of that sport they
chased the colts in the orchard, and
hunted out the squirrels, with whom
Becky carried on such droll make be-
lieve conversation, that the girls, as they
said, "almost died Of laughing"
The sun was getting low. and the grass
was all purple with shadows, when she
: brought out table and said that they
} would have their supper under the shade
of great butternut- tree.
"This is the time they'll laugh
thought Becky; "but let 'em; couldn't
get up a genteel tea. to save my life, and
! shan't try
And sure enough, the girls did laugh.
To see such great platters or smoking hot
sweet corn, such huge pitchers of creamy
milk, such stacks of freshly picked Der
ries, was enough to make any hungry
girl laugh, and in a way very pleasant to
hear.
Then followed a shake down on the
smooth floor of the barn, accomplished
!; by the aid Of Farmer Miller, who whistled
!, the tune of cover the hills and far away. 8
from the corn bin.
It wasn't until the Young moon shone
cut clear and silvery that the girls found
J themselves in the hay cart riding briskly
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