The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1880-09-17

| So-Several OF them. AS We open the
front door we bang against something
on wheels. 1t is the baby's carriage.
"a very improper piece" says Mrs.
Primrose, child-hater, who is my COM
panfon; q don't see how folks live so
overrun by children"
But look inside the tiny vehicle, and
see the pillow, with little hollow in the
middle, where baby's pretty curly head
has just been lying, and the dainty
Afghan, with one shabby shoe peeping
from the rosy folds, and say, Isn't it
cunning?"
In the act of turning up her nose at
my imbecility, Mrs. Primrose stumbles,
and barely saves herself from falling by
clutching one of the balusters She has
stepped on baby's ball.
"Oh, DEAR she exclaims, giving the
innocent article spiteful kick, "what
an absurd place for ball. 1 might
have sprained my ankle, and been laid
up for month, and had doctors bill
to pay, all on account of that little
wretch's-"
"Ball," Mrs. Primrose intended to
say; but the word was knocked down her
throat by the sitting-room door, swung
open at that moment with great violence,
by three year-old Nell
Glow do, Miss Primrose?' said the
little one; g 90 pity well?'
"Mebbe l shall be, if you slam the
door i'll my face few times more" re-
sponded the withered "wose;" 'where's
your mother?"
"She mating new dess for my doll on
shine"
"Did-you-ever?" said the lady.
making her way toward the lounge, over
q perilous path of marbles, spools, tin
rattles, the discovered limbs of dolls,
etc. "Will you please tell your mamma
that we would like to see her a minute"
Away ran Nell, screaming at the top
of her voice:
"Miss Pimwose tum Miss Pimwose
tum!" which announcement was imme-
diately followed by a series of startling
| sounds, resembling the rolling of
Wooden pumpkins down long flight of
stairs.
eff had to live in this house month
L should die in week. said Mrs Prim-
rose, with a gasp of resignation. "Now
what do you suppose that noise WASP"
''Here is young gentleman who can
tell YOU, l answered, as Master Fred
entered the room with three children at
his heels.
'Tell what?" inquired Fred, with the
importance of six years.
"What the noise was" replied Mrs
Primrose, with an awful frown.
"Nothin' much, said Fred, with ag-
gravating sang froid;' ''we was maxim
thunder, that's all. "
Making thunder! I'd make light
ning if were your mother, calculated
the lady in tones of the deepest disgust.
1--WE tried to once, but papa spanked
us" answered the three in deafening
chorus.
Tried to make lightning?" 1 asked,
growing interested.
eyes; we put lamp behind a sheet,
and then pulled the sheetaway suddenly,
you know"
I smiled behind my muHf, and was
about to inquire further into this manu-
facture and its consequences, when
mamma entered the room. She had the
baby i'll her arms, and Nell was Juggling
at her skirts She begged our pardon
for keeping us waiting, and then turned
to the four thunder-makers, and said
something in low tone Their faces
heightened, and they turned pleading
! eyes to mammals face. But she said
no" peremptorily, and they went
quietly out of the room.
Mrs. Tanning, should think Won
would die!" was Mrs. Primrose's first
ejaculation.
"Do L look like it?" asked the rosy
little woman, making a dozen dimples
with her merry smile.
"No, and that's the wonder / should
be worn to skeleton in no time if had
SO many children"
ooh no! Not if you loved them p
said Mrs. Tanning, giving the baby
hug and toss.
And loved them wisely" I added.
Maybe it is wise to let them tear the
house down." said Mrs. Primrose.
"make thunder on the front stairs, for
instance"
No, it isn't" answered the little
mother, "and to prove to you that I
don't allow such liberties, will tell you
that the thunderers have lost ride in
the country by their naughtiness. al
ways deprive them of some pleasure,
when they go beyond their limits"
Beyond their limits !" sneered the
Primrose; they're always beyond their
limits. If / had children / should do
them up as Indian women do their pa
pooses / wouldn't let them stir hand
or foot. If you give them an inch any
time, they'll take an ELL
&C dom to bow bubbers," said Nell;
81 fraid Miss Pimwose do me up"
" All right, answered mamma Don't
forget to put on your big apron"
No-o-o-o," sang the happy little
creature, as she ran away.
The disappearance of Nell was the
signal for baby to creep out of its moth
ers arms, and start full speed for dis
tant corner. He was soon back again,
holding by The head the most unhappy
looking rag baby that was ever seen. 1t
was torn and worn to the last degree.
But Tommy sat down and began nursing
and kissing, and petting il, and cooling
over it, as if it were doll cherub.
! ugh! How can you let your child