The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1882-06-22
pAIsY GREEN LANE CALLs.


DAISY" said her mother one day,
Il wish very much to know how Mrs.
Morton is this afternoon, but / am too
tired TO go out. Do YOU think you
could go and inquire without getting
lOst?''
''Oh, yes, mammal exclaimed
Daisy, eagerly, L know the way. and
III 60 and do the errand and not run,
or tumble down, or stop to play, or 60
anywhere else.
Every well, then, 1 will trust you"
answered Mrs Green, and Daisy started
out with great delight.
Mrs Morton was one of Mr.. Green s
parishioners, and was quite sick; she
lived but n few blocks away, yet it was
farther than Daisy, though nearly seven
years old, had ever yet ventured alone
She walked on with an amusing air of
Importance, and soon reached Mrs.
Morton's door. Mrs Morton's servant
answered her ring, and told her that the
lady was decidedly better. Daisy said
her mamma would be every much re-
lieved to hear it," and turned away, but
at the gate she paused to revOlve in her
active brain plan that had just occur
red to her. Why not make some more
calls now that she was out? Most likely
other people, only she didn't think to
mention it; and Mrs. Burke lived just
around the next corner, so temptingly
near. So a few minutes later Daisy
was ringing Mrs. Burke's bell. Mrs.
Burke came to the door herself "Why
Daisyr she exclaimed, ibid you come
alonegn
""Yes'm." answered that small sin
ner, Mamma sent me to see how Mrs
Morton was, and | thought I'd see how
you was, l knew mamma would like to
know"
Well I'm nicely thank your
laughed Mrs. Burke, won't you come
inP''
Daisy followed Mrs Burke into the
sitting-room where her little girl, love-
ly little creature about two years young
er than Daisy, was playing with her baby
sister. Daisy refused Mrs. Burke's in
vitation to take off her things and play
with the children, and rested herself
stiifly on the sofa saying: & told
mamma l wouldn't stop 30 play with
anybody, and only come to make a
stylish call on you.
ssWen, | feel quite honored,n laughed
Mrs Burke.
II should think you would" said
Daisy, benevolently, 80 but it's no trou-
bic TO me. Ike to make calls, but my
papa just hates it!r Oh, Daisy There
was a brief silence; Mrs. Burke was try
ing to crowd out of her truly Christian
heart a feeling toward her minister that
would fain have expressed itself in the
words: " then / hope he won't trouble
himself to call here very often" and
Daisy was trying TO think of some topic
of conversation belitting the dignity of
her position as yoang lady making
calls. At last she opened with:
Ibid you go to hear the suntlower
man when he was i'm Boston9N
1.-The smhower mani Whom do you
meanP' exclaimed Mrs. Burke.
"Well, that's what l call him; he
calls himself Oscar Wilde, lie tries to
write poetry sometimes when he don t
feel we'll; my papa went to hear him
lecture one night.
+" How did yourl,apa like himP" asked
Mrs. Burke.
Fn"I don't know. but he said he was
terribly asthmatic," replied Daisy.
u guess your father said aesthetic,
didn't heP' suggested Mrs. Burke.
Perhaps that was it." replied her
caller, :. but l suppose it don't make
much difference. "
." It might make considerable differ
ence in the young mans feelings!"
laughed Mrs. Burke.
The baby now began to cry, and Mrs
Burke's attention was diverted from
Daisy few minutes and the latter soon
took her leave.
A few blocks further on lived Mrs.
Chelhs, and here Daisy made her sec
und call. Mr.. Chellis was at home and
had been smoking and the room was
still full of the fragrance OF his cigar
No sooner was Daisy seated than she
curled up her little nose and said; Il
should think there was a queer smell
herer'
Mr.. Chellis laughed and said; "Ihave
Just been smoking, and, Of course, You
are not accustomed to that sort of
thing"
"Oh, yes / amIn exclaimed the ire
sponsible child, my papa smokes,
hut mamma dom { let him smoke in the
parlor; he has to go down cellar TO
smoke
"Wen. I never would have believed
itr' calculated Mrs. Chellis.
IF the truth were always known,
there wouldn't be so much to choose be-
tween saints and sinners after all, said
Mr.. Chellis, with ill-cOncealed satisfac-
ton ut having apparently discovered a
flaw in his minister.
Bv this time Daisy's attention was at
tracted by Mrs. Chellis' hair, which was
quite deliberately done up on her head
and down on her forehead. Daisy had
often wondered at its marvellous ar
ranpement, and now determined to sat-
isfv her curiosity. "DO YOU wear store
hair. Mrs. ChelisP" she asked.
Mr.. Chellis laughed heartily at his
wife's evident discontinue under this
abrupt question, and said: 80 Good for
YOU, Daisyr'
This irritated his wife stin more, and
she said:
'.You are very impolite little girl
.Iaisy Green; my hair grows on my own
head q"
s'She means that a part of it grows
there. Daisy" said Mr.. Chellis. still
laughing, but Daisy felt quite mortified
at being called impolite, and fastened
10 apologize.
" Excuse me, Mrs Chellis, l thought
store hair was very nice; l see lots Of it
when / go in town with mamma. 1
saw some real pretty yellow curls in
g.pdow the other day, and l wanted