The Sentinel. [volume] (Trenton, N.J.) 1880-1882, 1881-10-15

most uncomfortable position up agains
the door that led into the "keepin'
room" where the sewing society wa
convened. Whackety if we SHOULD
eat SO much, I guess ma d whip us
Just look at Miss Bassett stuff
| Thereupon the other figure bounced
up with great difficulty to get goot
view from the keyhole. When he hat
gotten his eye fixed, he drew lone
breath. "Whew! don't she, though
An see Miss Henderson Her nose is
yard long. Look at her bite into thai
biscuit 7
"Let me see-let me see," exclaimed
the boy on the floor, crowding up tc
push the other away from the keyhole
"That's my place. Get away, Tom,
say. want to see."
"'Tain't your place any more'n ,,'tis
NINE" retorted the other, in an awful
Whisper that but for the rattle of cups
and saucers going on on the other side
of the door must needs have been
heard. "The closet b'longs to both OF
us so Of course the key-hole does"
"Well. want to see orce," said the
fist boy, waving the point of exclu-
size rights /; $50 git away OF I'll hol-
lef y and he gave smart push to the
figure enjoying view of the society
that caused it TO take it's eve quickly
away from the key-hole, while he re.
sented his wrongs.
If you do, you won't git nothin'
only whaclin', an I'll cut an rum" he
declared, savagely, dumping down into
the vacated place on the floor $50 do
look if you want ter; then you've got
to give the place back"
"She's beginnin' on another" cried
the victor, as loudly as he dared. "Ohl
my jum-zies I say, Tom"
".What?" said Tom, gloomily, on the
floor.
"There won't be scrap left for us
II they keep on eatin' like that. The
riz cakes agoin' just awful Let's go
out in the back yard and boiler fire,
an start 'em home"
"Oh no, we mustn't" cried Tom, in
alarm that will spoil the whole.
"They can't eat much MORE" he added,
decidedly. can then, after we've had
our supper, Well start an tell all we
know. Hain't we heard lots?' he asked,
enthusiastically.
'Lots y declared his brother; 81 guess
we have. Just twice as much as we did
at last s'ciety; then twas all about
jimmy Ann Rogers; that wasn't no fun
at ALL"
"Let's go to Cousin 'Biah's first" said
Tom, eagerly, San mad him all up: an
then we'll cut cross lots to Miss
Mirandy's. Let's, joe"
"All right" said Joe. 81 don't care
which one We go to first. Oh, dear
wish they was through"
But before he could plaster his pale
blue eye up to the key-hole again, the
enterprising Thomas already had pos
session of that outlook; so lie was forced
to content himself with conjuring up
new dark plans on the floor.
At last they had the supreme pleasure
of seeing and hearing the biscuits, cake
and tea passed out into the kitchen
when, losing no time. they speedily took
themselves out to the charms of sup
per with no one by to restrain.
When they had finally eaten till moi
another crumb was possible, they each
grasped his cap, and few as fast as was
possible on their pleasant errand.
81 wouldn't a believed it." Mr.
'Biah Williams brought his hand down
hard on his knee, then stared at hi;
wife.
81 would" she said, spltefully
"They're mean, hateful set. It's jest
what I've alwus told you, 'Biah. only
you would have your own way. Now
guess you'll go over to the Methodists.'
"Pll go to the Methodists next Sun
day, Sarah, if you want ter" said Mr.
Williams, decidedly. "l'N jine 6
church where the folks amt too big fol-
their Clothes"
"Ain't too big for your clothes, yor
mean," said his wife, with bitter
laugh. "To think that stuck-up Miss
Bassett, whose father used to peddle
dared turn up her nose atyour tailorin' J
can that Miss Bisbee, who dom
know what good coat is when she sees
one," cried the tailor, in the Creates
evaporation, "a-settin' herself up tC
tell me how much / was to charge
guess III learn her how to mind hel
own business" And 'Biah got up, anc
sticking his big hands in his pockets
began to stalk up and down the room
in high dudgeqn.
"Biahr' Mrs. Williams stopped
combing out her scanty locks, and let
ting them string down each side of hel
thin face, she eagerly faced her hus
band. "I'll tell you what to do"
"What?" asked her husband, stop
ping in surprise.
"You charge 'em just twice as much
as you would a done," said his wife
peering through the two wisps of ligh
hair that hung dismally on either side
of her enraged countenance, "'an gil
your pay out of 'em all; an then yor
give it back to the parson yourself, whe1
the coats DONE"
"Good for you," cried her husband
"Hain't you got a head, thought
And then he was SO delighted at he,
c1teness that he lifted the two wisp,
like pump handles and kissed her.
Meantime, Miss Mirandy Stebbins
feeling herself overreached in her effor
to be the prominent originator Of til,
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