Saturday press. [volume] (Honolulu, H.I.) 1880-1885, 1882-10-07

large number of little girls were com.
ing to spend the afternoon with Mabel,
and, as there would not now be time for
the usual knick-knacks, they decided
that ice-cream and cake could be gotten
quicker and easier than anything else.
"These little ones are not to blame
for Mabel's fault, said Mrs Moore to
her sister. We will make the afternoon
as pleasant as possible for them, and
Mabel must be punished in some other
way afterword.
Saturday afternoon came, and all the
little girls with their dolls (some bring
ing two or three) were soon enjoying
themselves under the trees in the pleas
nut yard, where Mnbel's brother Robert.
or Bob, as she generally called him,
had built Il nice playhouse for his sis
ter.
Perhaps of all the little girls gathered
there Mabel was Il only one who was
not perfectly happy. The thought Of
Il wrong she had done was ever present
with her, and she wondered what mamma
would do about it.
The dolls were all carried out to the
playhouse to form the acquaintance o.
the pretty lady from Paris.
"You shan't bring your old rubber
doll, !" exclaimed Mabel angrily, as Pc,
came bringing large rubber doll, minus
nose, which she was kissing and caress
ing most lovingly.
Why not }" asked Pet Indignantly.
She is the dearest and best doll thai
ever was horned. My mamma used tc
play with her when she was little girl.
:" / don't care if she did; my Eliza
beth Victoria isn't going TO 'sociate with
enough; but doll without nose
that's too much"
Poor little Pet hid her dolls face OF
her shoulder and began to cry.
Don't cry, Pet, said Trix, soothing
ly. "Your dolly is nice, and l know
that you love her rs well as if she had
dozen noses"
Just at that moment the children wer.
called into the dining where til,
long table with its little dishes of ice
cream looked tempting enough to maxi
even Pet forget her grievances. TIL,
dolls had been hastily dropped at Tia,
frat sound of Bob's voice calling them.
Mrs. Moore had intended to set tn,
table out under the trees, but ther
we're indications of a storm, and so sh,
had hurried the childrens supper,
hoping that they might reach home be-
fore it came. Suddenly, while they
were all seated at the table, the sky be-
came dull gray, and an awful stiffness
pervaded the atmosphere, III spite OF
the childrens voices which soon were
hushed, or if heard at all had q sound OF
terror in them.
"There's going to be dreadful storm
of some kind, said Mrs. Moore, as she
hurried the children into the sitting
room, where they stood huddled togeth-
er with white, frightened faces.
"Oh, my Elizabeth Victoria" cried
Mabel, starting for the door; but her
mother motioned her back, and her ag-
onized cry was echoed by score of lit
tie mothers whose children were exposed
to the fury of the storm.
1t was fierce storm, and the wind
made sad havoc with loose boards, tess
ing them about in reckless manner
but it was soon over, and the sun looked
back brightly before going to rest The
moment the fury of the storm was past
Bob was sent for the dolls.
81 had dreadful time getting EN-,
exclaimed Bob, as he laid them out on
the table. "The playhouse was Hatter'r
pancake an this one was smashed
fine"
He held up the beautiful, elegant
Elizabeth Victoria as lie spoke. Alas,
her beauty was gone forever.
"'rhis, said he, lifting the poor, de
spised rubber doll, which seemed non,
the worse for its adventure, twas al
right. 1t bounded back into shape Al
quick MS lifted off the board"
"Oh, you dear, blessed darling,
cried Pet, in Joyous rapture.
Poor little Mabel, sobbing over tn,
ruins of her pretty doll, was punished
and Mrs. Moore had not the heart t.
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