The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1881-03-18
WHY GRANDPA DIDN'T HAVE MILK
TOAST FOR SUPPER.


got on the high bench in the cellar, got
upon her tiptoes, took off the brown
towel, and peeked In.
"Oh, there is one slice. left ?" she
cried, ioyfully. "And I'm a-going to
take it. Betsey's to make bread to-
night. cause heard her say so; and
we've got biscuit for tea. Oh, goody,
goodyl"
She came down from her tiptoes to
clap her hands In glee, and then began
to scamper off up stairs, followed by
Button, the black cat, who raced and
tore after her like all possessed, to the
very door of grandpa's room:
90 grandpa r she exclaimed, rush
ing in and flying up to the bed. "I'm
a-going to make you slice of milk toast
for supper-all alone by myself The
very beautifullest toast you ever saw,
dear grandpa !"
s'f1ey?-what- said the old
gentleman, turning over suddenly, and
raising his head to stare at her in a
bewildered way whats the matter?
Is the house afre?"
"No," said Jane And then she began
to- hop up and down III her delight.
''I'm a-going to make you some toast,
grandpa. Now, amt you so glad?"
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.
eyes, yes; to be sure" he repeated,
pleased to see her so happy.
So Jane dropped kiss on his wrinkled
face, and flew off down stairs again,
closely followed by Button, who had al
lowed nothing to escape her big green
eyes.
"First thing" said Jane to herself,
down in the kitchen, 'Im a-going to put
on the milk to boil. know, cause I've
seen Betsey do it sixteen hundred 1
guess forty hundred times. Now won't
she be glad, when she's got to stay with
her ga, and mes got such awful things in
his legs as rummodies--that 1 can do
just as good as she can, every single
thing?"
Off she ran into the big cool cellar,
and pretty soon came back Juggling the
milk can.
"There's such very little bit" she
said, peering into its depths. ooh, dear!
[ wonder why the mild GIt0ays 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 Betseyll be
over to her pas, and [ can go without
mine, for once.
Sine 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 a
small tin cup, which she set on the very
hottest of the stove covers.
"There." she said, with great satisfac-
ton to Button, for want Of other COM
pany. "Now, if L begin to toast my
bread, can get all through, and have
lots of time before supper.
So she ran in again to the big stone
pot on the high bench, fshed 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
glowing CRATE fire in the dining room.
"Isn't this just ex-quiS-ite!'' she cried,
down on her knees, and burning her
hands and face just twice as much as the
bread.
ooh dear me! Whew! Whe-e."
Button came in and seated herself
socially at one side, winking her green
eyes at the bright blaze.
"SiS8-S iSs-bub6le-bu6ble; Spit
-tw
Jane dropped toaster and all, into the
nearest corner of the chimney iamb, and
darted out into the kitchen on the wings
of the wind.
There was the milk-great waves and
waves Of white foam. putting away clear
over thestop of the little cup, to race off
in one mad sputter, all over Betsey's
clean stove-top.
"Oh, my beautiful milk" mourned
Jane, clasping her hands in woe. "What
shall I do?"
Button stepped gingerly up to the
scene, and wrinkled up her nose with
interest and expectation.
k-crdck-crGck!
my"
Jane bounced around, leaving the milk
to its fate, and stepped over Button, to
hurry back to her bread
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 beautiful slice of bread, little
black, shrivelling 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 cried till one, two, three,
four, five, sac o'clock told her it was
time to set the table for tea.
So that is the reason that grandpa
didn't have milk toast for supper-the
very same one why Jack didn't eat has
supper-because there wasn't any
Youths Companion.
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