The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1882-07-21
Daisy Dinpple.


CHOW. Just wonder where that little
imp of mischief can be?" said good
Grandma Curtis, as she Strengthened the
tidy and shook the soft cushion of her
own pet rocking chair. 81 guess I'll
hunt for her !" and the dear old soul
trotted out of the room, heaving sigh
as she mentally reviewed the possible
things that Daisy Dimple might be do
ing.
Aunt Lou gave a patient little sigh,
too, for that very morning Daisy had
been found in the very center OF huge
pile of meal, which had been left in a
bag in the store-room and when Aunt
Lou opened the door, all she could see
was little black curly head bobbing
about, and two bright, twinkling eyes
shining at her from the center OF the
make believe mountain, and the empty
bag on the floor.
When Daisy Dimple spied her Aunt
Lou, she cried out in great glee:
"Oh, see, Aunt Lou; Use been max
in funel (meaning funeraD Use bur'd
now, so l dess GU better cy." And
verify Aunt Lou felt like crying as she
exhumed her young relative.
But now the little maiden was no.
where to be found. Grandma looked in
the wood-house. Uncle Ben looked in
the barn-yard, and even went down to
the little brook that flowed along at the
| foot of small hill in the back yard; and
at last Aunt Lou joined the search, look
ing Cup stairs and down stairs and in
my lady's chamber" but no Daisy was
to be FOUND.
"L-a-w.s MASSEY S-a-k-e-s
alive, child if you oughtn't to have
shaking |"
1t was grandma's voice, but, despite
the awful threat, there was tremor of
laughter in it, and Aunt Lou fastened
out to see what in the world the matter
could be-.
In the center of the white stone door,
step leading to the dairy-house stood
poor Daisy Dimple, dripping from the
crown of her curly pate to the tip of her
tiny shoes with some yellow substance.
Her face and hands were yellow as but
tercups,. while at her feet lay Nero, a
great Newfoundland dog; and in the
pretty little apron that Miss Daisy held
gathered in her plump little fingers was
all that was left of her last foraging ex-
pedition-a half dozen fresh eggs.
When grandma found the little cul-
prit, she was smashing eggs on the
stone, which Nero-apprecjative dog
that he was-licked up as fast as brok-
en-, and in her soft, cooling voice Daisy
was saying:
"Nero love eggs Daisy love eggs,
too Nero sail have gamma biddy's
eggs. Daisy get 'em! Dood, nice,
p'ecious Nero Each of these senten-
ces was marked by the crack c-r-a-s-h |!
smash ! of the brittle eggs upon the
stone-and eggs were 80 cents dozen,
too!
Daisy Dimple was only q years old,
and her mamma had left her with grand
ma while she went to the city TO do
some shopping. She had been gone
nearly three days, and in thatshort time
Miss Daisy had shown her friends what
"little hands could do"
Now, this little lady was not naughty
on purpose, and, while her mischief was
often followed by serious results, yet
there was generally some reason for its
performance.
Grandma often had headaches, and
the camphor bottle was kept on n stand
beside the rocking chair. This chair
had just received a very handsome new
cush on from Aunt Lou.
One morning Daisy was very quiet.
Uncle Ben stole to the sitting room
door, and there stood Miss Daisy Dim
pie with the camphor bottle in one
hand, while she patted the cushion with
her other as she murmured, "Es, poor
OF cushion, 'ous dot d'efful headache |
Daisy dive 'ou some camphor 'Es,
Daisy make 'ou poor little head all we'll. I"
Uncle Ben looked puzzled, and grand
pa put his spectacles exactly on top of
his head, "the better to see, / s'pose !:
but Daisy's mamma just put on her hat
and started down the walk, followed by
all the family. They now felt pretty
sure of finding her.
But / must not take time to tell you
all the things this "little Daisy" did
how she caught the little chickens and
tried to pick off their soft, downy
feathers to the distress of the little
chickens and their mammas nor how
one day after Aunt Lou had dressed her
in her pretty white frock, and combed
her hair and adorned her generally with
blue ribbons, she took it into her
naughty little head to go swimming in
great tub of rain-wa that stood under
the caves nor in fact anything else,
unless it is the browning triumph of
Daisy Dimple's mischief-when she
went strengthening on her own ac-
count.
It happened in this way: Grandpa
said to Uncle Ben one morning "Ben,
L guess we'll shear the sheep next
week" ooD
Daisy was very inquisitive, and asked
many questions, all of which Aunt Lou
answered.
Uncle Ben told her that he was going
to take grandma's scissors and cut the
wool and take it to market to buy
"sugar plum"
Daisy seemed satisfied, and soon after
put on her sun hat and took her little
Lasket from the shelf and scrambled
down the front steps and trotted down
the front walk.
Nobody paid any attention to Daisy,
as she was allowed to run all over the
farm at will. But the young lady had
an object in view--she had started out
with well-defined plan in her head
nothing less than to cut wool.