Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1882-03-26
Il6s1fiflG Tea.

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One afternoon little Pink Rose came
to see May Blossom, and when they had
played everything else they could think
OF, they wanted to play tea.
That'n be fun declared May ;
sides, I'm hungry
Pink was hungry, too, although she
didn't say SO. She wasn't sure whether
it.would be polite. But she thought it
would be very nice play indeed.
So they 1.-THE little table in the play
room, with Mays dainty, lowered
dishes, and when that was done they
tried race to the sitting room, where
Mays mamma was sewing, and Mays
grandma was knitting III the sunniest
window. Are grandmas always knitting,
wonder?
'"We're going to play tea-party," cried
May, catching her breath. land we.
want something to eat on it. .
We'll" said mamma, smiling into
the two eager little faces, lyon may
ASK Mary to give You some bread and
butter and apple-sauce and ginger.
snaps"
At this, one pair OF bright eyes cloud
led up, which, ] am sorry to say, they
have trick of doing when anything
doesn't just please this little May Bios
Al ,,,,, I'LL ~ cl,,o,
for whole hour.
81 want raspb'ry jam and plum cake,
mamma" she SAID, looking down and
pouting.
"You may have what l told you, " said
mamma, quite soberiy.
Grandma's pusy needles stopped their
clieking-the dear grandmother who was
always trying 20 smooth over the rough
places.
"When / was little girl
"Oh, Pink, cried May, grammas
going to tell us d story And in trice
two crickets were whipped up to grand
mas feet, and two golden heads were
resting against grandma's knee. Even
plum cake was not to be named IN the
same breath with o story.
"Once, when was a little girl" be-
gan grandma again, ga little girl Of
about my own age came to pay me a
visit.
"Did she bring her doif?" asked May.
eyes, she brought her doll, grandma
answered. 81 think You would say it
was queer doll, bnt we thought 1t very
nice indeed.
at was made Of white cloth and filed
with bran; and its eyes and nose and
mouth were marked out with charcoal,
which was always rubbing OF and all
over poor Dinah's face"
did you have doll, too?s asked
little Pink, softly.
Not SO nice enc as, this. Mine
was roll of cloth with a round piece of
wool for head But we loved our dol
lies dearly. I don't believe we ever
thought of whipping them because we
happened to be angry with somebody.
May hung her head Do you suppose
grandma meant her?
what was the little gizl's name,
grammar" s;s@
priscilla Follett," grandma said.
with smile.
Why-why, that's, my name, !" cried
Pink Priscilla Follett Rose. and was
named for my Gran ma Plummer.' -
eyes" said grandma, patting Pink's
head; "and it was your Grandma Plum
mer who came to play with me that aft
ernoon, SO many years ago.
eve had grand romp in the barn.
and then we played at keeping house on
the back porch.
cit was in the spring, and, after a
while. we took Dinah and Clarissa, and
went down the lane and got lot OF pus-
sy-wlllow buds, which we carried home
end put in milk, to see if they would
turn to dear white kittens, as Jacob,
fathers hired man, told us they would. "
ooh. did 'emr r asked little Pink,
earnestly. . ~
"No. DEAR" grandma replied, with 9
dron smile. 1T am sure Jacob mnsi
have been mistaken"