The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1881-04-06
MISCELLANY.
For THE RECORD.
ON THE HO USE. TOP.
A TRUE STORY FoR ouLpnEN.

A TRUE STORY FOR CHILDREN.
When was a little girl lived in the upper
part of New York City, where the houses were
few and far between, and green fields were
all around, making pleasant grounds for
my brothers and sisters. One pleasant Satur-
day afternoon we children were all gathered
together in our cheerful sitting room. Now,
you know that Saturday is usually the most
delightful day of the whole week to children,
but this one was not so to us. What could
be the reasonp Why, our dear mother was
not at home. She was in the country, nurs-
ing our grandfather, who was very sick, and
although we had the best and dearest auntie
in the world to take care of us, yet we missed
our mother very much. We had expected her
home that very afternoon, aud with clean
hands aud shining faces had been waiting and
watching at the window to welcome her. In-
stead of this, we had just received a message
saying that she could not come for another
week. Was it not too bad Aud no wonder
that we had sad looks and long faces
Brother Ned was the first one to speak, and
as if a bright thought had just struck him, he
began: "Oh aunte, can't we go up to the
observatory on top of the house, and look out
on the river and see the steamboats, pass up
and down? 1t is SO sad and lonesome with
no one at home"
Now, this was not very polite to auntie and
to the rest Of us, but we all knew what he
meant, and SO we laughed heartily and aLntie
was Immediately beset by chorus of voices
"Oh auntie, please let us go! +" 'Do take
us up /" aud SO on,
Auntie only smiled and glanced at brother
Will. for lie was the oldest of the flock, aud
such good, manly hule fellow, that auntie
often referred questions of this kind to him.
Brother Will, like the rest of us, was glad
to see some sigrs Of returning eheerfulness,
and SO he quickly replied that we might go as
well as not, as mother had several times taken
us up to the observatory.
This seemed to satisfy aunie who was al
ways ready to please us, aud so she took the
baby in her arms, and wrapped light shawl
around him before leaving the ROOM We all
followed and soon our eager feet and merry
voices were resounding through the house.
Our spirits seemed to rise as we went up the
stair case, and by the time we reached the
third story we were as light hearted as ever.
Brother Will went ahead, and gong up the
narrow steps that led to the observatory,
opened the trap door very carefully and helped
each one of us step into the room. The trap
door was closed again. aud there we were, at
last, in the observatory, bright sunshiny lit
on all sides.
We jumped up and down for joy, danced
and sang, and acted just as all children do
under such circumstances. At last we sober
ed down and began to look out ON the beauti-
ful Hudson spread out before us. Before long
the evening boats for Albany passed by, and
after we had adm ifed them all, auntie said it
was time for us to go down, as our father
would soon be coming home to tea and he
would wonder where all his children were
gone. Bridget could not tell him, for she was
ironing in the kitchen, and no one had thought
it worth while to inform her of our trip to the
observatory. We did not want to go down so
soon, and am sorry to say, l began TO tease
auntie and beg her to let us stay little long
er. Just at this point, however, the baby be
gan to cry, and this decided auntie to go down
at once. 1t was well she did so, as the rest of
my story will show.
So we all stood on one side of the trap door
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cess, and then again and again. At last he