The Milan exchange. (Milan, Gibson County, Tenn.) 1874-1978, 1880-05-27
ANGELICA'S MAYING.

"NO May-nowers in NAV! What is
it called May for, then? Why, Kent is
full of them!n cried Angelica, ard she
tied her hat with a fiirt-a pretty flirt
that only made her the more charming.
For little Angelica, who had happened
to spend several summers at school in
England, could not be brought to I'M
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 sat
isfaction, as usual, by declaring that it
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 so, apparently, by letting
the climate see what was expected of it.
q hope you have overshoes on,
Angel" said her grandmother, rather
timid about encroaching on Angelica $
newly-fedged liberty.
Nonsense! OvcrshOesl This time
of year! Well, to oblige you, little
granny and she called for her tiny
sandals. But a moment afterward
Angelica ran back. q believe l had
best take overshoes," she said, and she
tore off her sandals for Nora to put
away. Let us see-where's my blue
scarf?n
Take your tippet, Angel"
'Furs in May, grandmam and she
was gone again, only to run back, new
ertheless, and exchange her mantle for
a thick sacque. And they're bare
headed in Kent to-day" she said.
Angelica" called her grandmoth-
er, eff you really are going into the
woods, do put on another flannel petit
coat
"Humor the weather in that way?"
with a laugh like bell. And this time
she was decidedly off, by the slam of
the door, enjoying tremendously those
first experiences Of her American lib
erty.
4" How absurdr' said Angelica to her
self presently, as she was passed by a
band of ragamufiin children decked out
in paper roses and garlands. " As if
they could not have had some real flow
ers by this time, the idle little things,
With the woods full of them, too! If
there's anything disgusting it's the I'M
real, the artificial" she thought, as she
still pursued this line of meditation after
getting beyond the garden borders of
the town. " All the girls now are
wearing false white-weed in the bosom,
when the fields arc white with them
probably. How surprised they will be
at home when l come in with my hands
frll.-thinrs are always there for the
ewes that know how to look for them.
Mr.. WilStOn had to confess that he had
picked liverwort himself in the third
week of March. | wish he wasn't so
positive about tine bad walking and the
cold ground and the swamps. He acts
as if he had a 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
chances. | don't care whether a mans
as handsome as AntinOus or not, but |
don't want tvrant for a lover. And
of course she continued, cOherently,
everybody knows there are yiOletS,
columbineS. and ground-laurel-' Here
Angelica paused to rescue an overshOe
from the mud, and, finding it difficult,
to leave the other one beside 1t. Il
don't care she said. d" Good thick
boots do for England; they'll have to
answer here and she went gayly for
ward into the edge of the wood by the
river.
" The idear' said Angelica. =" I'm
awfully afraid they're right at home.
Not leaf on any tree, nothing but the
beggarly willow catkins. and the oaks
looking callow as goslings. Why, isn't
America a civilized country? o yes,
there's a maple, all red and blushing.
told YOU so. l knew there were flow
ers." And she stopped for a cluster of
violets that were shivering in the
breeze, and put them into her basket.
d" Dear me! it won't take long at this
rate. l shall Just tell Mr. Wilston
that l filled my basket in half an
hour, for all his theories, and we
have as many flowers in New En-
gland as they do in Old England
son And the sanguine little creature
hurried on to do it. She found one pale
little hepatica. and bud beside it, and
after an hour diligence she found moth
ing else, not one sweet bit of epig9a,
and she was getting highly irate with
the American flora, when she paused to
see bird wing through the spaces, and
to tell him how silly he was to think it
was summer vet, after all. Mr.. Wills
ton will be so pleasedr' she said. indig-
nantly, as if nature ought to take her