The Baltimore County union., 1881-12-31
PEACHY PEAY.

The annual check had come from
Cousin Winamaker, and Mrs. Caldwell
and her daughters were discussing where
they should go for the summer. Mrs.
Caldwell was n widow with but a small
income, and Mr.. Winamaker was 4 mil.
lionaire.
Mr.. Winamaker himself, though j
widower, was still in the prime of life,
and eminently handsome and Mrs.
Caldwell perhaps, would have preferred
his hand to his check; but she knew this
was hopeless wish.
$50 kind of Cousin George" she
said. "And now, girls, where shall we
go1 am tired Of Saratoga and Long
Island. What do you think Of a quiet
country retreat somewhere -
To 4 quiet country retreat, after some
discussion, il was resolved 10 60. The
place selected was i farm. up among the
hills, belonging TO 4 well-io.do farmer,
known As Grandfather Tole. Aun,
Phoebe, Grandfather Tole's sister, had
rather opposed the taking OF boarders,
As she opposed, everything that was
novel but Chloe, the eldest of the
granddaughters, who was the Jupiter,
had spoken up promptly. "Why not p
she said. alt will stir us up and give
Maggie some idea Of great folks, for !
ain told these Caldwells are very fash
ionable. Let us have them, by all
means" Maggie was Chloe's young.
est sister. and the pet and beauty of the
family, and when she, too, pronounced
in faver Of the scheme, the thing was
settled. So the CaldwellS come-mo,h-
CT and daughters.
They're not stuck up 4 bit, if they
did come from down below" said Aun,
Phoebe, when tea was over. "Appear
just like our sort of folks.
The Caldwells were equally pleased.
Lets stay here always" said Mabel,
the younger daughter, TO her mother /;
sit is so beautiful in the country. |
hate the city"
IL really was very pleasant at the old
farmhouse, those early summer days.
There was a tender green on field and
tree, such blossom and scent such
sparkling mountain streams such won
detful moonlight. The Tole family,
too, were so pleasant. Maggie was the
life of the house. She was so full of fun
and was so obliging. $50 cultivated,
too" said Mabel, who had fancied that
farmers daughters must be ignorant
"Why, she has read more books than
have, ma !"
But As the summer advanced, and the
days grew hotter, and things lost their
novelty, the fickle Mable began to be
less enthusiastic about the country.
"Always the same milk and fruit,
always the same drive" she said. "And
Maggie has SO much to do now that she
can't be with me like she used to. I'd
rather thousand times be in town. II
is so dreadfully stupid here, with not SC
much as a donkey cart going by. The
mosquitoes are ever so much worse than
at home. There we have bars, and there
are more people, so they needn'; bite
just us all the time. And the flies are
awful"
Inthe midst of her grumble there came
dsmart rap on the door, which was di.
rectly pushed open by a little old woman,
who dropped a brisk little curtsey on the
Threshold, and then stepped in. She
was dressed in an old-fashioned "short.
gown and petticoat," and wore on her
head huge green silk affair, fashiona
bic thirty years ago under the name ol
"calash, and bearing close resemblance
to- a chaise top. Away in under thi,
monstrous bonnet was the wide frill oi
a white muslin cap; anda pair of color.
ed iron-bowcd glasses covering a pair
OF twinkling black eyes. The old wo-
man carried on her arm a basket, and
in her hand 4 great bouquet Of field
lilies, jewel-weed, golden rod and
elematis.
"Miss Peay, Miss Peachy Peay," said
she, dropping another curtsey: 'I called
to fetch you handful Of my sopsovine
apples. My tree is early, and thought
mebby you hadn't had taste Of apples
yet this year. And here Is a parcel ol
blows picked as was acoming. Mebby
you will like them too. They are con-
siderably pretty"
As she spoke, Miss Peay opened her
basket and took out a dozen smooth,
red apples, fragrant and fair.
"Oh, how nice ! Thank you ever and
ever so muchi" cried the Caldwells, in
heartfelt way. "Do stop and sit with
US awhile 2"
"Yes, was a meaning to-" returned
Miss Peay. "I live over to the Cross
Roads, good bit from here I; but ! rode
in with my brother Philip as far as the
turn Of the road. He brought his grisI
over to the mill here, for he thinks
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