Herald and tribune. [volume] (Jonesborough, Tenn.) 1869-current, 1881-09-01
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BY H. w.

Anything for the Miss Hepkinses?
asked melancholy, freckled boy. all
neck and elbows, poking his head in
at the door Of the little, dull, reddish
station house of Podville.
Nothing, said the worried looking
station agent, scratching his ear with
his pen-ain't nothing for nobody
Clear out. Adding as the boy went
off,
Rough on The Miss Hopkinses, ism t
it?' said gentleman who had got off
the train, and was leisurely strutting
up the principal Podville street, with
a shining black valise in his hand.
And then he forgot all about the
Miss Hopkinses and their probable
disappointment, until he passed a
tall, cream colored frame house. back
Of yard full of flowers. he observed
the detected freckled boy entering the
gate, and three excited looking, bare
headed young ladies running down
the walk in the most undignifed man.
ner, calling out:
Did it come, Peter?' Peter dit it
Gomez Didn't it come Peter?'
Those are the Miss Hopkinses 2 re-
marked Mr.. Eustace Blake passing
on with smile.
They were the Miss Hopllinses, two
of them sisters, the third their cousin
from Cane Greek, back a few miles
in the country; and, while Mr.. Eu-
STAGE Blake was proceeding calml 7 on
his way, the three young ladies We're
indulging III series Of lamentations
expressive of their intense grief and
disappointment.
It was serious case. They had
each sent to the city for new and
stylish hat, the like of which the
primitive village of Podville could not
by any means produce.
The necessity Of hayingsstdem by
Sunday lvas imperative, and now the
week had ebbed away to the very last
day, the last train down from the city
departed. aud the crual sentence, al
together blighting to their young
hopcs, was passed-namely, there was
nothing for the Miss Hopkinses.'
All the girls will have new hats
tomorrow but us, mourned Miss
Geneva Hopkins, forgetting all her
queerly dignity, and Topping down
on the sitting room lounge with her
regal head in Grandma Greenlea's
basket of quilt pieces.
And Mrs SiE-my-son said her
nephew from the ci-eity would be at
church, sobhed Floss, who was never
troubled With dignity of any kind,
perchipg dismally on the table and
crying in her white apron.
Sallie Ann. the cousin from Cane
Creek, rubbed her little turned up
nose, and pouted her scarlet lips till
her pretty mouth looked twice as
large as common.
We'll. gals, said practical grandma,
:sulkin' round an bein' babies amt
goin' to help nothin'; You'll hey to fix
Up your hats somehow or mother
'Old ugly things!' said Geneva, con-
triying TO send the basket onto the
floor with her juno ike feet.
All out of style. wept Floss.
scrubbing at her round blue eyes with
her starchy apron, until the rims were
as red as strawberries.
Sallie Ann had been sitting by the
" n1ow, resting her short dimpled
chin on the sill, and gazing thought
fully out at nothing, and now she
said:
I'll tell you what I am going to
do. | haven't any hat that will pos
sibly do to fix over again. Pm going
to get q couple yards of white Swiss,
and make mea sun-bonnet,
Goodness! said Geneva. I wouldn't
be hired to do such a thinga'
Nor me neither! said Floss, as in.
different TO grammar as she was to
dignity.
Why not, asked Sallie Ann. can
hear the Gospel as well in san-bon-
net as anything else. [ would have
liked a nice hat, but | don't want a
fixed over hat, and I reckon my soul
will be just as safe in sun-bonnet,
I'm going to the store to buy the
stuff
Now Sallie Ann, donts You'll
look so much like 9 eouptry-Jake.'
began Floss.
But Geneva gave her sudden
poke in the back and winked at her;
and as Sallie Ann tied on broad,
Tapping brown straw hat, and Fan
down the steps. she said: