The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1881-09-29
Our Young People
Why Grandpa Didn't Have Milk
Toast for Supper.

Toast for Supper.
Jane Pritchard went to the big
stone pot on the high bench in the
cellar, got upon her tiptoes. took
off the brown towel, and peeped in.
"Oh, there is one slice leftT'
she cried Joyfully. "And I'm a 60
ing to take 1t. Betsey's to make
bread tonight, cause 1 heard her
say so; and we've got biscuit for
tea. Oh, goody, goodyr'
She came down from her tiptoes
to clap her hands in glee, and then
began to scamper off up stars, fol
lowed by Button. the black cat.
who raced and tore after her like all
possessed, tc the very door OF
grandpa's room. - t 3
90 grandpsl" she exclaimed,
rushing in and flying up TO the bed.
"Pm a going to make you slice
of milk toast for supper-all alone
by myself! The very beautlfullest
toast you ever saw, dear grandpar'
"Hey2-what-hey2 said the cid
gentleman, turning over suddenly,
land raising his head to stare at her
in bewildered way. What's the
matter? Is the house afire?''
"No," said Jane. And then she
began to hop up and down in her
delight. "Pm a going to make you
some toast, grandpa. Now, amt
you SO glad?" sg s4 +
ooh yes, yes; to be sure-to be
sure" said the old gentleman as
briskly as he could, walked out of
his beautiful nap, and blinking
away at her with all his might.
yes, yes; to be sure,'' he re-
peated, pleased to see her SO happy.
So Jane dropped kiss on his
wrinkled face, and flew of down
stairs again, closely followed by
Button, who had allowed nothing to
escape her big green eyes.
First thing" said Jane to her
self, down in the kitchen, "Pm
going to put on the milk to boil.
know. cause I've seen Betsey
do it sixteen hundred-no, l guess
forty hundred times. Now won't
she be glad when she's got to stay
with her pa, and he's got such aw
full things in his legs as rummo1
dies that l can do just as good as
she can, every single thlng?'
Off she ran into the big cool cel-
lar, and pretty soon came back tug
ging the milk can. a,,
t'There's such a very little bit, "
she said, peering into its depths.
ooh, dear! / wonder why the milk
always runs down into the bottom
so. Well, never mind, grandpa
won't want any milk in his tea if
he has such nice toast as I'm going
TO make him. And Betsey'll be over
to her pas. and l can go without
mine, for once" $3.50. .,..z...-
She couldn't quite keep back the
whole OF the little sigh at the
thought of the dry gingerbread, and
bread and butter, without the lovely
cup. of fresh, sweet milk to go with
it. But all the same, she turned
the big milk can upside down, and
poured its contents into small tin
cup, which she set on the very hot
test OF the stove covers. =
"There," she said, with great sat
isfaction to Button, for the want of
other company. "Now, if l oegin
to toast my bread, l can get all
through, and have lots of time be-
fore supper"
SO she ran in again to the big
stone pot on the high bench, fished
out the one slice of bread, and
reaching down the toaster from the
nail in the pantry, started off to-
try her luck before the g lowing
CRATE fire in the dining-room.
Isn't this just exquisiter' she
cried, down on her knees, and burn
ing her hands and face just twice
as much as the bread.
"Oh dear me! Vince! Whe e."
Button came in and seated her
self socially at one side, winking
her green eyes at the bright blaze
"Siss--siss-- buJ6le---6a66Le- spit
-tr' "
Jane dropped the tosster and all.
into the nearest corner Of the Chin
ney lamb, and darted out into the
kitchen on the wings ct the wind.
There was the milk-great waves
and waves of white foam, putting
away clear over the top of the little
cup, to race off in one mad sputter,
all over Betsey's clean stove-top.
"Oh, my beautiful milk p mourn
ell Jane, clasping her hand in woe.
What shall l do?"
Button stepped gingeriy up to
the scene, and wrinkled up her nose
with interest and expectation.
Crackle-crack-crdck! q
Myr'
Jane bounced around, leaving
the milk to its fate, and stepped
over Button, to hurry back TO her
bread. s-
Alas! before she reached there,
the smell of scorching toast told
her very well what had happened.
The toaster had turned over and
slipped down upon the bright
Goals; and there. lay the beauti-
full slice of bread, little black,
shriveling thing, very much curled
at the edges, quickly burning to
death.
Jane only stopped to pick out the
toaster, and set it up to cool bit;
then she went to the stairs sat
down on the lowest one, and tried
till one, two, three, four, FIVE, six
o'clock told her it was time to set
the table for tea.
So that is the reason that grand
pa didn't have milk toast for SUP
per-the very same why Jack didn't
eat his supper-because there wasn't
any!-Youth Companion.
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