Cheyenne transporter. [volume] (Darlington, Indian Terr.) 1879-1886, 1883-10-28

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| pleasure. But tho little one, having
eaten, came and kissed her, and the
poor old woman sat down and cried;
for no human being had so much as
spoken word to her in years. Then
little Dora seemed SO sorry, that the
old woman dried her tears and began
the household work; but Dora begged
SO hard to do share, and was SO act
i've and hardy, that the old dame Just
sat down and simply watched her.
Hither and thither went the little
girl. like busy domestic fairy. She
swept the room, she polished the can
dlestick, she wiped the table, and fold
ed the cloth; she fed tho cat, and the
dame said never q word in objection;
she filed the kettle and replenished the
fire, and then she sat down and asked
for some knitting. 1t took the DANES
misty eyes q long time to find extra
needles and yarn, but when she saw
how fast Dora's little fingers made the
yarn spin out, and how swiftly and
deftly the stocking grew, she dcterm-
ined to go to the village that very day,
and get some more wool to knit with
This was a wonderful thing for the
dame to do, and, more wonderful still,
she sought for one of the old stockings
in which she hid the money, and taking
out a goodly coin, she put it in her
pocket and departed.
Never had the dame known the sun
to shine so brightly, or her old limbs
to feel so light and agile. She laughed
at the squirrels that seemed to chatter
at her from the tree tops, and she trot-
ted on, with a new, strange feeling un-
derneath her kerchief. In the village,
she bought the yarn, and the shop
woman gazcd in surprise at the change
in her face: where had been q gloomy
frown was now a merry twinkle.
Then the old lady bought some pref
ty blue stuff and ribbon to match;
and the poulterer opened his eyes when
she asked the price of pair of fowls,
and paid for them on the spot,
live rooster and hen. And she tied
them by the legs, swung them over her
arm, and left the village.
AS she neared the hut she almost
feared to enter. What if Dora had
gone? What if some one had come
and lured the child away? Where,
then, would have been the use of all
this expenditure.
But Dora had not gone. At the
door, with open arms, and eager face
all sunny with smiles, stood the child,
and the cat beside her.
They entered the house and then
Dora laughed and danced and clapped
her hands to see the old dame stare;
for the little hut seemed turned into
bower. Boughs and branches of green
hid the once bare walls and broken
places; bright fire burned on the
hearth; the table was set with it's home
ly appointments, but it also had
pitcher filled with purple asters and
bright red leaves; nice little loaf of
bread was on the table, too; the floor
merry welcome.
"Where did you get that loaf, ,childP"
asked the old woman.
81 made it Granny, all by myself,
and baked it in the ashes.
"Oh | can bake, and can brew, and / can
fill the kettle too,"
sang Dora, dancing about, and holding
up her little skirts; then, catching up
the cat, she romped about till the old
dame shook with laughter.
But when the cock and hen were put
upon the floor and their legs united,
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away she went to look for something
to make house for their comfort.
Soon she returned with an old box she
had seen out-of-doors, saying:
This will do nicely. Now we will
have fresh eggs every day! | will keep
!: them in this, till Jou get somebody to
make q nice chicken-coop, Granny;
, and somebody, too, must come with a
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