Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-06-13

seen, begged, IN very polite manner,
that the strawberries would favor the
company with a short sketch of their
life, which he was sure would prove in
teresting. The sugar-loaf prided him.
self not little on his good manners, and
all agreed that he was refined,
The strawberries did not allow them
selves to be asked second time, but said
that inasmuch as the entire history OF
their life would take up too much time,
they would merely tell their adventures
of the day before, 50 as not to use up the
patience of the audience.
These wild children of the forest ex-
pressed their thoughts in very good lam
guage, which quite astounded their hear
ers, it being their first appearance In re-
fined society.
"Make it as short as possible" remark
ed an ill-bred egg; ~ like everything
nicely rounded off"
Sand bring in something pretty" said
a dish of dried apples, who were great
admirers of the fine arts.
"Yes, something pretty" cried out
the piece of bacon. "Don't you know
something about sucking pigs9 / much
prefer stories Of such nature"
"Early this morning." began the
strawberries, ga little girl was going
through the woods in which we were
growing"
"Where did she come from, and where
was she going2" asked the coffee, who
was as sharp as lawyer, and who be-
lieved in knowing the why and where
fore of everything.
spray do not permit yourselves to be
interrupted " said the sugar-loaf with a
stately bow, and they continued.
::She was thirsty-looking little girl"
''Thin?'' asked the bacon.
Eyes, very thin"
..Oh, then I do not care to hear any
thing more about her; how can one be
thinY" and the bacon turned itself over
so that the rind was turned to the COM
pany, and it looked no more like piece
of bacon.
The strawberries then made another
start
''She walked slowly, and stopped often
to pick us and our sisters from our green
stalks, and tore us away from our parents.
But we were glad to go with the little
girl, who gathered us and put us into
small basket. for she had such good,
truthful eyes.
"Suddenly a large dog sprang at her,
and bit at her thin dressp'
"Oh' cried the leg of mutton which
was to be roasted next day, and which
knew from experience, what dogs teeth
are.
"Yes, wait awhile" said the wicked
vinegar bottle; "to-morrow you will say
oh again, and will undoubtedly find out
that men, too, have teeth"
'sThey must be bitten themselves" the
pepper said; 81 bite them so hard some
times that their eyes water. But did the
little girl bite back9"
"No, she stood frightened and trem-
bling till the hunter who accompanied
the dog came up. He asked her In an
angry voice if she did not know the gath
ering of berries was strictly forbidden,
and told her that she must come with
him to be punished.
"The little girl cried and said that her
mother had been sick for long time and
that she had come to gather the berries
to sell them that she could buy food to
take home, and she did not know it was
wrong to do so. But the hunter took hold
of her hand and made the weeping child
90 with him. The basket In which we
lay he took away from her."
''What hardened wretchw said the
butter. ''Did not her prayers and tears
make the same impression on him that
the sun does on me?'
"No, he paid no attention to her pray
ers. While they were walking through
the forest wasp flew at the hunters
hand"
~ am delighted!' said the butter, Sand
do not pity him."
''But the little gill pitied him and
frightened the insect away, though not
before it had stung her, making her hand
swell up instantly"
II wonder il this is the end, re-
marked the preserved cherries to their
neighbor, the mustard. He began to be
bored.
ssThe hunter had observed all this, but
he acted as if he had not seen it and took
the child with him into the house.
He then called his wife and told
her the whole story of the sick mother
and of the wasp. His, wife dried the
tears and washed the swollen hand with
fresh water and spoke to her kindly.
And the hunter stroked her cheek, told
her she was a good girl, and that nothing
should harm her. The wife then told her
to 90 out and sell us, and then to return
and she would fill her basket with nice
eatables for her sick mother. The little
girl brought US to this house, and here
we are" Thus ended the tale of the.
strawberries.
The sugar loaf thanked them very kind
ly for the pleasure they had given the
company. The old broom, whom no one
had paid any attention to, heaved such a
deep sigh that he fell over.
"Ah, you old fool of broom! what Is
the matter with you?" shrieked the vine
gar bottle. The broom made no reply
and
Suddenly all the lights were extin7
guished save one which Ernest's mother
carried IN her hand, and which lit up the
face of the sleeping lad. She had awak-
ened in the night and full of compassion
and thought of her hungry boy. She
got up to look after him, but when she
found his bed empty she guessed where
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