The Douglas independent. [volume] (Roseburg, Or.) 187?-1885, 1883-10-27
Wee Little Nora.
Yes, Nora is a bother. /.

don't mind taking care of Agnes one
bit. for she runs around and is real good
natured.
But Nora can't walk yet, and I have
to carry her everywhere, and she cries
the whole time.
And the crosser am the more she
I know I'm cross, but don't mean to
be so.
Well, last Sunday Jimmy Jones'
grandfather promised me ten cents if I
picked cherries enough to fill two pals
for him, and Sam said he would help me
to do it.
Sam is my brother. He doesn't often
help me.
We did not want to take Nora with US,
SO we slipped out of the back door, me
and Sam and Aggie.
But Nora saw us going and began to
cry, and mamma said must take care of
her, because she was going to town.
So I lugged Nora across the street,
while Aggie carried the pals and Sam
went on ahead, and made fun of me for
being so slow.
My! how hot and dusty it was!
Sam was real good when we got to the
flash and picked lots of cherries.
Aggie was good, too, and helped me
ever SO much, but Nora was as naughty
as could be.
She fretted and cried and swallowed q
cherry stone, and nearly choked to death, ],
and then she upset the pail that was all
filed!
The cherries rolled all over. every
where, and was SO angry I just Slapped
her!
did!
Oh dear! I am so ashamed when I
think about it!
slapped our poor, dear, precious lit
tie baby, that I ought to be SO good to!
The minute did it was SO ashamed i.
and ran off by myself and began to cry.
/ was SO sorry and so angry, too, that
I cried and cried till fell asleep.
The first thing I knew q great drop of
rain fell on my nose and woke nee up.
It was pouring and laundering and
there was an awful storm.
ran home and never thought of baby
till [ saw Aggie in the hall.
"How'd you get homer cried.
''Me runned," said Aggie; And see,
lu0 AACu yOuT CuS1IlOS A4CC1
"Where's Nora?" I cried.
Dunno" she answered, shaking the
pals.
"But where's Sam?"
"Dess he gone to Simmy Jones' grand
fathers garret to play
I threw off my hat because it was a
thought poor little Nora was all alone
out there in the storm.
It rained so hard it seemed as if my
bones must be wet right through ms
skin.
I thought I could hear Nora crying
| but she was not there.
looked under the blackberry bushes
and everywhere, and / called at the top
of my voice, but nobody answered.
There was big black COW in the pas
| ture, and thought perhaps she might
have eaten her. Oh, do cows ever, ever
eat little girls?
| Or suppose an eagle had flown away
with her, the way an eagle flew away with
a baby in story I read once.
was awfully frightened.
| T thought Nora was dead and had
| killed her.
| What would mamma say?
was most crazy.
Then. it flashed across me that San
might have taken her with him.
/ He never does take the children any
where, but I thought he might have, thi
once.
So rushed over to Jones' and up thei
garret without stopping for permission
The garret was empty.
As / ran by the stable, saw Sans fee
sticking out at the window in the hay
loft, and I climbed up the ladder, witt
my heart going fipity-fop, so coul'
hardly breathe.
! And there, oh joy! there was Nora, sit
ting on the hay, as good as q kitten.
Sam says I ought to have known b
would take care of the baby.-Youth
Companion.