The Newtown bee., 1879-06-25
Kitty's Raspberry Float.

| positive annoyance. It was really too vexatious, for she had invited score or more of gay young friends for that eve- ming, to meet her newly arrived cousin Kitty, and of course she ought to have ice-cream. The Wylies were ratler fa- nous for their delicious ice-cream which | they always made themselves for com pany, but the thermometer at ninety eight and thunderstorm had curdled all the milk in the dairy.
 "The cake is all ready" said Mary, sitting down in her perplexity. But what else are we to have Coffee is too hot, and lemonade is too much like a | fairP Kitty, can't you think of some little light thing, easy to make, to take the place of ice-cream?''
 Thus appealed to, Kitty upraised her head from '' Daniel Deronda," and said thoughtfully, Do you like fioatp"
 What is a float?"
 ''It takes eggs; mamma makes it often for us at home, evenings. She beats the whites of eggs up like great snowy mountain, and puts in sugar, and then she beats in rawberries, or raspbcrries, or jelly, to make 1t a pretty color and flavor it. We eat it in saucers like ice cream"
 "It sounds good" said Mary, with a little revival of hope, "and we have oceans of eggs. But strawberries are all gone-there are raspberries, to be sure, down in the lots, But 1 burn so if I go in the sun, and the servants are busy no, I'm afraid we can't make it,''
 "I'll pick the berries!n said Kitty, jumping up; "Td like nothing better than a stroll in the lots, and I'm so brown already the sun won't hurt me-"
 But you'll be so tired remonstrated Mary, looking admiringly at the merry brunette face, "and want you to look your very prettiest tonight, so that our young men may lose their hearts,
 II think I would rather have raspber- ries than hearts" replied Kitty, saucily, as she put on her hat and took pail, and. with few words of direction, went down the garden and out through gate into the back lot.
 It was a burning July day, but Kitty was a child of the sun, and she liked it. | She had not been in the country for a long time before, and she fairly reveled in the feeling of the grass under her feet, the whirr of the grasshoppers, and the little escort of brown butterflies that fiuttered ali the time just ahead of her.
 Here are the raspberries!' she said to herself as she came to the low stone wall; mot very many of them either-f suppose they picked good many for supper last night. But I'll glean as 1 go."
 So she gleaned as she went, but the berries Werc scarce, and as the old wall was in tumble-down condition, 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 curiousl ly at Kitty as she passed.
 |" believe l like birds better than do people," was Kitty's mental comment on this; ''you dear little robins singing so over in those apple trees, 1 mean to go and watch your housekeeping, and rest a little while, for my pail is almost full"
 The apple trees were in 8 corner of the lot, and when Kitty reached them she found a pretty bubbling spring there, and rocks covered with lovely lichens.
 Uncle Robert has good taste" she said, " to keep such a charming little nook here" And she threw herself down in the shadow of one quite tall rock, and famed herself with her hat. She was in a mood to thoroughly enjoy everything, and it seemed to her she had never seen the sky so beautiful before, nor such beautiful clouds.
 "I'd like to marry a tarmer!" she said impulsively aloud; and to her utter dis may, pleasant, manly voice from the other side of the rock responded:
 "Would youP That's quite 8 rare choice, nowadaysm
 Kitty sprang up and started to run, when, of all calamities, in her haste she upset her pail of raspberries, and away they rolled in every direction. With burning cheeks she began to pick them up, for it would never do to disappoint Mary about the float, and she threw an indignant glance at the young man, who now came round in full view, and said he begged her pardon, he knew he ought not to have spoken but it really seemed impolite not to answer
 our politeness has spilled by ber- ries, you see!' she replied, rather sharp
 " Allow me-" he exclaimed, instantly, and grasping the pail, he began to pick up the berries with her.
 They worked together in perfect silence for few minutes, hunting the berries among the grass, and down in the soft green moss. One great black raspberry had caught in 9 spiders web :; they each reached for 1t in the same second their hands touched. their eyes met, and the young man smiled; and,so, in spite of herself, did Kitty.
 Do forgive me-" he said; ''you shall not be one berry the loser by ftp and he rescued two on the brink of the spring. ''I will" answered Kitty; "but you must never tell the farmers!'
 After that, of course, it was absurd to be formal, and, like two happy young creatures in the heyday of youth, they made frolic of the whole thing, and laughed over every berry. Kitty told him what she picked them for, and fol , whom, and he said he was well ac- quainted with Miss Wylie. Perhaps, then, you will be there to- night" she remarked, hoping in hel heart he would.
 "Ihave not been invited, he answered soberly.
 "Oh, well,' said Kitty, merrily ct hen I'll invite you, for Mary made tho company for me, and I heard her say l there were two or three more she wanted | l.-t4 ]. I1 f1,r Ina,