Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1881-11-21
81 haven't" answered Pinkie.

1ou are very Ioollsn girl IL you
DON'T" said Flora, "and 1 will say he
is too good for you"
Pinkie scratched her rosy car with
her hair-pin, and smiled at the pump
kin.
"What do you think she asked. "of
a man supposing he could find balm for
his wrong in pumpkin pies ?"
81 should say" answered Flora, "if
the man was Tom. you had better make
the pies, and make 'em as good as pos
sible.'
"Oh, you're SO awfully practical"
said Pinkie, darting off, with her chest
nut name flying.
But all the same, before next morn
ing's sun had mounted very high in the
heavens, trim little lady. neatly done
up like brown paper parcel, in very
large linen apron, betook herself to the
kitchen and prowled about the pantry,
seeking the sugar, cinnamon, ginger,
and all the ingredients necessary in the
manufacture of pumpkin pies.
A sound of wheels was heard in the
lane, and Pinkie tripped out to the
porch, the nutmeg-grater in her hand.
as an elegant buggy rolled by, driven
by Tom Carroll, and-Pinkie dropped
the crater suddenly and caught her
breath-there was the stylish cousin be-
side him, the plume in her hat hutter-
Ing, and faint breath of rose drifting
up to the house.
Pinkie went back into the kitchen
and showed the pumpkin into a corner,
and flung the nutmegs under the table
and the cinnamon after them, pulled off
her apron and went into the house.
Mr.. Hatherton met her in the hall.
"Shan't we take a ride, Miss Pinkie?"
he asked, wondering little at the SPAR
kle in her eyes, and the deep bloom In
her cheeks.
"All right" said Pinkie, and dashed
up stairs for her habit.
The shadows were falling eastward
from the trees on the lawn when Pinkie
again crossed it on her way to the house
after her ride, her habit gathered up in
her arms, and cluster of scarlet trum-
pet-bells in her belt.
Flora, who was on the step, bestowed
as dark frown upon her as her fair,
placid countenance was capable of get
ting up.
You've lost him now for good" was
her first remark.
Lost whom ?" quoth Pinkie, staring
with wondering eyes at her sister.
Tom, of course! Didn't he stop in
when he came back after taking his cous-
in down to catch the train, and found
you gone off with Mr.. Hatherton."
"And-she's gone home? said Pink.
lie, feeling suddenly guilty.
"Of course she has gone home. She
was engaged to the minister, anyway
and you've made nice mess of it all
now"
Flora founced away, looking indig
nant. Pinkie followed her.
"Don't you think he will ever come
back ?" she asked meekly.
"H'm!' said Flora. ale may com,
tomorrow, but only to see John abou
the cider-mill, mind youl''
Pinkie had little appetite for dinner
even Flora's jam-puffs had no charm fo
her; and her usual archness had so com
pletely disappeared that Mr.. Hathertol
felt called on to become injured, and in
dulge in fit of the sulks.
But the moderate bit of hope Flor
had held out concerning Toms possibl
appearance next day comforted Pinkle
little. and inspired her with a secre
resolution.
Long after the dinner hour was past
the neat little figure, done up in the BIZ
brown cooking-apron, again stood besid
the long, white kitchen table, where
row of bright, scalloped pie-paus wer
shining. Spices perfumed the air, an
dozen eggs were piled in a cake-pan.
The sun had fairly gone down whe
Pinkie set her last fragrant, golden-cou
plexioned pie in the window-sill to coo
and stood looking down at it, absorbe
IN her own reflections.
, "The queen of hearts, che made SON
tarts, chanted voice behind her, an
before she knew it she was whirle
around, apron and all, in some one
arms and kissed.
They're not tarts," said Pink
when she recovered her breath. "Bl
oh. Tom, how did you happen to con
back? | was afraid you wouldn't spes
r to me any more"
"Oh," said Tom. perhaps I wouldr
o have come. if | had not seen some Oh
come out on the steps this morning,
e see who was going by, with her usu
+ curiosity, and then bounce in like i
tie, enraged yellow-jacket. | suspect
which way the wind blew, and | kne
: Flora would tell you the truth when
!. came back; and when | saw the pi
just now, | knew it was all right"