Northern tribune. [volume] (Cheboygan, Mich.) 1875-1885, 1882-11-11

PINK AND THE PICNIC.

Pink did not go to the picnic for the
strongest of reasons. There was no pic
mic. There was plenty of rain though
How it did pour! 1t was pour, pour
pour all the afternoon. How the south
wind, too, did rave, slamming the
doors shut that might be1eft ajar, and
then moaning miserably at the windows
because there was no other doors to be
slammed.
"Oh! dearw
This grOan did not come from the
wind, but from very detected face at
one of the sitting-rOOm windows.
"Ohl dearp' sighed Pink Wentworth.
"This rain just upsets our picnic. No
going into the woods nOw."
"NO, no." said the wind boldly, trying
to pry open the window sash.
mo, no." it fairly rOared, as it pushed
its way past Pink's father, who had just
come into the the house, and was now
shaking off the rain from his hat and
coat by the kitchen fire, even as a New
foundland dog after salt water dip
shakes off the water from his shaggy
hair.
"a bad day." said Mr.. Wentworth.
100 bad about our picnic" exclaimed
Pink, coming into the kitchen.
Yes: but it can't be Helped now.
have just come from the garden to cover
something feared the wind and rain
might hurt; but before that l was in the
barn, and took Bumps out of the hay
cart, where he he had been standing
patiently some time"
isn't it shame. All the children
round here were going in your hay-cart
to the picnic"
"Too bad, Pink; but it can't be helped
now. 1t was cloudy when we got up
this morning; but really didn't think
the rain would come so soon, and
cOme at this rate. However,
we'll be thankful that we're so
comfortable in doors.
'I am not thankful one bitw thought
Pink, moving away. Pink was an i'm
pulsive girl, and by the time she was in
the sitting room again she was sorry
for that last thought "Pll go upstairs
and see Aunt Prissy," she said.
Aunt Prissy was an invalid. She was
Mr.. Wentworth's sister, and after Mrs.
WentwOrth's death, when Margaret
Graham, a Scotch woman, came to be
hOusekeeper, Aunt Prissy, in the chill
dren's eyes, to the mothers place, and
her room became harbOr of refuge to
them every storm.
"How comfortable 1t does look in here,
Aunt Prissy; and you don't hear the rain
one Bit" said Pink.
"No," replied Aunt Prissy, looking up
from her work, as she sat knitting by
the open fire. II don't hear the rain on
my side of the house." Il
Pink looked about her.
There was an open fireplace, the fire
purring away like big cat of gold
curled up on the hearth-stone. There
was the bed in the corner, and under
the window, overlooking the orchard,
was lounge covered with green rep
In one corner was bureau. and two or
three little tables stood about in con-
yenient spots; and on the wall were
pictures OF a forest, a ship at sea, and
little boy looking at Bible. The fur
niture was plain, and few homemade
rugs took the place of a carpet.
Il am very sorry about the picnic,
Pink"
isn't it ugly9 What am I going to
dor" naCL nt} a
"well, dear, try and make the best Of
it,"
You can, for you are awoman."
"Ohl don't always succeed myself;
but then it does me good to try. When
/ find that feel like complaining, 1 say
how many sick people are far worse off
than am. They can't have an open
fire, there's one thing. They have no
kind brother, and"
mo Pink and Ted and Billy to tease |
them," interrupted Pink.
"Ohl you dom trouble me, would |
rather have you come than not"
would you? There, I want to kiss |
you for that" and in her enthusiastic |
way Pink sprang forward, and kissed
her aunty. II wish Twas rich, and I'd |
get lot of things for you--a carpet and
80 on. And I know that father wants |
to-
"Yes; but the place is old, and 1t costs
to keep 1t in repair; and there arc
"Us three children, and all hungry |
that he must feed" interrupted Pink
again. 80. III,
good appetites," said Aunt Prissy laugh
ing. ~