Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1881-07-03

| 'tBy JOve had no idea 1t was such
hard work. Gerry says, wiping his fore
head.
81 don't envy the pretty maid who
went a milking" 1 say, laughingly. 81
always thought a dairy was such a nice
place, with the red floor, the cream, and
all the rest of it; but see now dairy
maids place is no sinecure."
Gerry pulls out his watch.
Unjust get the dog cart and drive over
| to meet Tremaine."
Ely looks up from sklmming the
cream.
eff it safe for you to go alone?"
ooh, nonsense, it is safe enough" and
he goes.
Ely and can think Of nothing but act
| inc up to our new characters as the do
mestlcs of the Desmond family.
Our dresses, caps, and aprons are all
perfect of their kind, and even mamma
smiles a smile as l rehearse a little for
her benefit, and bring fresh Goals for the
drawing-room fire and brush up the
hearth in the deftest fashion imagin-
able.
Dot, all befrilled and beloved by Mans
careful fingers as if ''Boycotting" was a
thing unknown, watches with her big
eyes.
''Is Nab making a play, mammal
eyes, my darling"
| "The child will tell Colonel Tremaine
the first thing" remarks Ely, as she
draws the curtains and then whisks round
on Dot suddenly.
"Dot, if YOU tell, I'll-I'u- Boycott
you," she says in an awful voice.
| And the youngest born, awed by the
threat, promises "not to tell-oh, not any
one"
'She will all the same, feel convinc-
ed,' Ely says, as we depart to the kitch-
en-. HWhat a nuisance child is com
ing in at the end of large grown up
family"
After which speech she betakes her.
self to the mysteries of MASKING potatoes.
| Nora, the beauty of the family, has ar
ranged the dinner-table to her liking, and
is now dressed and awaiting Colonel
| Tremaine's arrival in the drawing
room.
II would feel easier if Dot was in bed, I"
| say.
Remember am Susan, and you are
Mary, Ely"
"No; Nab, am Susan; the name suits
me best. Oh, that wretched colonel, |
hope he likes pepper in his soup, for the
head of the castor has gone in"
"Never mind Ella, who is to bring
him his hot water in the morning?"
"You must" promptly. "You look
awfully like house maid, Nab; and be-
sides | should laugh, / know that [
should
"But couldn't go into his room," in
Mortified accents 'sEily, l couldn't; and
he must open his shutters for himself,
and you know I could just knock at his
door and say, "Y our hot water, sir.''
"And he will say, Come in,'" laughs
Ely. ooh, Nab, it is glorious, and per-
haps he will give us each half a sovereign
when he goes away"
A loud ring at the doorl He has come;
and with my heart in my mouth, and
trying to look prim and demure, l pro-
coed to answer the summons. Opening
the hall-door wide see a tall figure en-
veloped in an ulster, standing on the
steps Gerry is in the dog-cart.
~ shall be in directly" he calls out,
and drives the trap round to the yard,
| having no one to do 1t for him.
"Will you please come to the drawing
room, sir?' l whispered, timidly, and
EO lldu CNCI ouCl1 d
small voice before.
He is struggling out of his coat and
mufflers, and watch him, bursting with
amusement the while at the joke of the
thing
He is very tall, very dignifed, very
proper sort of man, and it would never do
to let him suspect the harmless ruse we
are playing on him.
He is to be here only for two days, and
surely we can keep up the farce for
that short space of time. There is dig
nifty even in the way he unwinds the
yards of white cashmere from his throat,
and lays it down on his coat. He has a
very grand manner, and he is nice look
ing, too, quite handsome man, just the
age like-about forty. What pity l
am only the servant! But he has shaken
himself together, and passing his hand
over his hair and Strengthening himself
as if he was on parade, signifies that he
is ready; and so precede him across the
hall, and throwing open the drawing
room door, announce:
Colonel Tremaine," with flourish,
and retire, feeling that the stage has
lost great and shining light in me.
Obi the dishing up of that dinner, the
heat of our faces, and the desperation of
our manner! Shall ever forget it?
Gerry pays us flying visit just as the
soup is being poured into the tureen.
at is all right" he says, hurriedly.
s'Tremaine is delighted with everything,
and hasn't an idea we're :'Boycotted.
Nab, you look splendid. Don't laugh,
mind, girls, at dinner
And off he goes, and the work of dish
lng-up progresses.
"Eily, turkeys don't keep their legs up
| like that
81 can't help it," Ely cries. desperate
ly, struggling with the birds long, yell
low legs, that are held toward heaven
supplicatingly, while the unfortunate
turkey goes humping and steaming about
the table, and refuses to get into shape or
form.
"He will think it is the Irish fashion of
| trusting"
I cannot speak for laughing as Ely
settles the bird in dish with its legs in
the air.
"Mab, you go On with the soup. See,
he is loking more natural, and the beef
is really beautifully done, and the sauce
does away with the effect of this animals
| legs, Think
eyes, 1 answer, obviously, looking
at the white sauce flowing round and