The Sentinel. [volume] (Trenton, N.J.) 1880-1882, 1880-09-04
GOOSEBERRY JAM.

1t had been sultry day al Fern island.
All the afternoon the tree boughs had
dropped under the tropic glow of the
sun, the birds had huddled silently in
bowery hooks, the cattle stood knee
| deep in the de licious ripples of the
limpid water, and Kitty era wford. peep
ing out from behind the screen of her
Madeira vines, had watched the party of
picnickers 60 by in their little pony
ohaetons and huge, covered wagon, not
| without sigh.
cts all very well to have nothing to
do but to enjoy ones self, but have got
The little chickens to take care of, and
the butter to work over, and the goose
berry jam to make, and my own blue
muslin dress to iron, if / expect to look
iecent in church next Sunday. Oh.
lear! oh, dear! how nice it would be if
people didn't have to work in this
world! There goes Matilda Emmons,
in her new lace bunting dress with tie
white Langueloc trimming how pretty
she looks, to be sure!'
And Miss Emmons, catching glimpse
Of Kitty Crawford's violet blue eyes
behind the Madeira vines, drew up her
horse with a scientific jerk of the reins.
''Kitty" she cried, in sweet, impera-
tive tones, "aren't you going?"
ITO the picnic, do you mean"
"To the picnic, of course"
Certainly I'm not!" retorted Kitty.
but why?" questioned Miss EN-
mons.
Kitty elevated her pretty tip-tilted
nose in the air.
Because" said she, 81 don't choose
to be looked down upon by those
naughty city girls and their attendant
cavaliers"
Nonsense!" said Matilda.
"You may say what you please" re-
turned Kitty, but l know that Parke
Cameron despises me, because / have
red bands, and freckles across the bridge
of my nose, and because 1 am only a
farmers daughter. And won't be de-
spisedr'
You little goose!" cried Miss En-
mons, with good-humored superiority.
Didn't he dance with you, and no one
else, last night at the moonlight frolicp"
"That's because he wanted to amuse
himself" said Kitty, haughtily. "Do
you suppose I don't discriminate be-
tween real, genuine respect, and the
supercilious patronage of a fine gentle
man, who is laughing in his sleeve all
the timer
And the indignant dewdrops sparkled
on her long, curled eyelashes as she
spoke.
you're altogether Mistaken cried
Miss Emmons, with emphasis. but if
YOU will be so wrongheaded, / can't
stop to argue with you. Come! jump
into the pony carriage, and go with me
to the picnicr'
But Kitty resolutely shook her head.
mo-" said she, +" shall stay at home
and pick gooseberries for jam"
q But, instead of picking gooseberries,
sh, INDUCED in a hearty cry, when
Matilda and her pony were out of sight.
"He don't care for me-" said she, to
herself, land I'm determined l won't
care for him. He shall find out that I'm
not one of the sentimental damsels we
read of in books who die Of unrequittad
love-"
And Kitty Crawford dashed the salt
spray off her eyelashes, and went out to
feed the downy little chickens, who
were peeping about the kitchen door
stone like so many animated balls Of
yellow velvet.
And there was butter to work over
and TO pack down in huge stone jars
and the blue muslin dress, with its null
titudious little frills and founces. tc
iron; and then her brother Philo oam'