The Florida agriculturist. [volume] (DeLand, Fla.) 1878-1911, 1881-12-21

suit; but it was that damp on Nom
day and Tuesday as starch wouldn't
stick, and she 'opes you'll excuse all
mistakes, as they'll be done better
next time"
Il dare say they are quite right"
said Honora, with little sigh, as she
marveled at this unexpected access
of courtesy on the part Of her Miles
sian laundress.
But when Sally had stumped off
down stairs, her Tapping slippers
beating a sort of tattoo as she went,
Miss Haywood took off the fringed
towel that covered that basket of
clothes, and gave little start.
"Shirts," said Honora, land socks,
and turn over collars No. 16, and
great big pocket handkerchiefs, like
the sails Of a ship, and white vests,
and goodness me, what does it all
mean? Mrs. Mulvey has sent me
some gentleman's wardrobe by
mistake. 1 must send these things
back at once"
But then Miss haywood looked
down at the articles thoughtfully.
II never, had a brother" mused
Miss haywood, "and l can't remem-
Der my father, but Of this l am quite
certain If l had either one or the
other, 1 should thank any girl to
mend their dilapidated wardro5es, If
they looked like this. And Mrs.
Mulvey can't send before night, and
unfortunately I've nothingto do,so I'll
just mend this poor young fellows
clothes, whoever he may be. A halt
starved theological student, perhaps,
training for the Polynesian Islands;
or perhaps newspaper reporter, or
pale clerk, under the skylight OF some
dry goods house. AT all events he
is worse off than am, for he cannot
mend his own clothes, and I can"
And the smiles dimpled around
Honora Maywood's little rosebud OF
a mouth as she sat down to darn
holes, sew on tapes and insert patches.
HELL never know who did it,"
said Honora to herself, "but / dare
say he'll be thankful; and if one can't
get a chance to do little good in
this world, he ought not to grudge
ones time and trouble"
And as Honora stitched away, she
unused sadly whether OF not she
ought to accept position which had
offered itself of assistant matron in
an orphan asylum, where the work
would be almost uncomfortable, and
the pay next to nothing, with no
Sundays nor holidays, and ladies
committee consisting of three sta1 CHI.
ed old maids, to sit upon her the
first Friday of every month.
Il almost think I'd rather starve,"
said Honora. But, dear me! starv>
ing is a serious business when one
comes TO consider it face to face"
Sally Mulvey came back putting
and blowing like human whale, in
about two hours.
Mother said she sent the wrong
basket" said she breathlessly.
! thought it very probable, Sal>
ly," said Miss May wood.
"And mothers compliments" ad-
ded Sally, land she can't undertake
your things no longer, Miss May.
wood, cause she does cash business,
and there amt nothin' been paid on
your account since last June"
Honora felt herself turning scar-
let.
" l am very sorry, Sally said she.
"Tell your mother l will settle my
bill as soon as possibly can"
Sally founced out of the room, red
and indignant, like an overcharged
thunder cloud, and poor little Homo.
"a, dropping her head on her hands,
burst into tears.
" Pretty girl that-very pretty"
said Mr.. Broderick, the old bachelor,
to his landlady.
DO you mean"
Luedn lue young lduy UOaruor
Of yours that see on the stairs now
aud them" said Mr.. Broderick. "Nice
tgure-big, soft eyes, like gazelle.
Didn't some one tell me she was
music teacher?'
"That's her profession" said Mrs.
Pennypacker. "But there amt many
pupils as wants tuition, and poor
little dear, as has had but a hard
time of it,"
Humph," granted Mr.. Broderick,
"What tools women are not to have
a regular profession! If | had a
daughter I'd bring her up self sup
porting institution"
And Mr. Broderick disappeared
into hin nnAt,a IN thn midst 1rhnrnoE