Centre Democrat. [volume] (Bellefonte, Pa.) 1848-1989, 1880-05-27
ANGELICA'S MAYING.

N o mhy-uOWerS IN May! w nat is
it called May for, thenp Why, Kent is
full of themr' cried Angelica; and she
tied her hat with a fiirt-a pretty flirt
that only made her the more charming.
For little Angelica, who had happened
10 spend several summers at school in
England, could not be brought to un-
derstand, after returning to her native
wilds, that the climates of all English
speaking people were not as much one
and the same as the tongues they used.
And having settled the point to her
satisfaction, as usual, by declaring II
was so, anyway, and If it wasn't, it
ought to be, delighted with such form
of speech because it would never have
been allowed her at school, she started
out to make it 30, apparently, by letting
the climate see what was expected of it.
"I hope you have overshoes on, Angel" ;"
said her grandmother, rather timid
about encroaching on Angelica's newly
fedged liberty.
"Nonsensel Overshoes This time
of year! Well, to oblige you, little
granny" and she called for her tiny
sandals. But moment after Angelica
ran back. 81 believe | had best take
overshoes," she said, and she tore of
her sandals for Nora to put away. Let
US see-where's my blue scarf?"
Take your tippet, Angel"
"Furs in May, grandma" and she
was gone again, only to run back,
nevertheless, and exchange her mantle
for thick sack. "And they're bare.
headed in Kent to-day" she said.
" Angelica" called her grandmother,
"ifyou really are going into the woods,
do put on another flannel petticoat."
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with laugh like bell And this time
she was decidedly off, by the slam of
the door, enjoying tremendously those
first experiences of her American liberty.
How absurdm said Angelica to her
self presently, as she was passed by n
band of ragamufiin children decked out
in paper roses and garlands. As If they
could not have some real flowers by
this time, the idle little things With
The woods full of them, tool "If there's
anything disgusting, it's the unreal, the
artificial, she thought, and she still pur-
sued this line of m editation after getting
beyond the garden borders of the town.
"All the girls are now wearing false
white weed in the bosom, when the fields
are white with them probably. How sur
prised they will be at home when come
in with my hands fulll-Ghings are al
ways there for the eyes that know how
10 look for them. Mr.. Wilston had to
confess that he had picked liverwort
himself in the third week of March. I
wish he wasn't so positive about the bad
walking and the cold ground and the
swamps. He acts as If he had right
over me already, and I've never said
whether meant to give him the right
or not. And If he isn't careful, I'll say
not and he needn't be looking at me
with his lordly glances. / don't care
whether a mans as handsome as An
tinous or not, but don't want a tyrant
for lover. And of course" she con-
tinued. coherently, everybody knows
there are violets, and co1umbines, and
ground-laurel-" Here Angelica paused
to rescue an overshoe from the mud
and. finding it difficult, to leave the other
enc beside it. Il don't care" she said. +.
Good thick boots do for England (;
they'll have TO answer here" and she
went gayly yorward into the edge of the
wood by the river.
The ideal" said Angelica. "Iin
awfully afraid they're right at home.
Not leaf on any tree, nothing but the
beggarly willow catkins, and the oaks
looking callow rs goslings. Why, isn't
America a civilized countryP oh, yes,
there's maple, all red and blushing.
told you SO. knew there were fiow-
ers:" And she stopped for a cluster of
vioiets that were shivering in the
breeze, and put them into her basket.
dear mel IL won't take long at this
rate. | shall Just tell Mr.. Wilston that
hiled my basket in half an hour, for
all bis theories, and we have as many
MOWERS in New England as thev do In
Old England sor' And the saneuine
little creature hurried on TO do It. She
found one pale little hepatica, and a
bud beside it, and after IN hours dill
gence sne found nothing else, not one
sweet bit of epig@a. and she was getting
highly irate with the American nora,
when she paused to see . bird wing
through the spaces, and to tell him how
silly ne was to think it was summer
yet, after all. "Mr. Wilston will be So
pleasedF' she said, Indignantly. az II
nature ought to take her part. II was a
picturesque bit of woods just there; the