The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1883-09-13

thing wholesome 10 eat. We ought 10 q
oar share. Aunt Nancy.
Maybe 90, Ruth. bui Us risky, 70 N
mind.
gi,ly Of What, Aunt Nancy A conpl
Of children can't do much mischief In iw
weeks. ifthsy do any,
They'll DO enough, you may he sure
bat that amt all. They do say there's n
telling wha. you may catch from iha, sort
and that these people that goes among 'en
Just takes their lives 10 their hands The,
lives In dreadful holes all dirt aud dis
ease
Well. said Mrs. Pritchard, rather in
dignsntiy. think they must be about thu
same kind Of poor the Lord vent among
only not 40 bad. perhaps. as those hc ussd
10 sc~. fccms to 30 he nsvsr told his dis
ciples 70 keep away for fear Of catching
things.
And tnen how do you know what evil
they may teach them two boy Of yourni
Mrs. Prtchard looked sober. Well. ]
had thought Of that. Aunt Nancy, but
don believe any children we we're be-
friending would do them harm. and in
such little time as two weeks.
Well. well. Ruth, you're mistress here,
so il aint for me to dictate; but it's resky
st.sf. I t.,a A.. oav
Two boys came, perhaps twelve years
old as 10 form, but older as 10 face. with
gauns limbs. and eyes astare with the won
dcrs Of the journey and the strange things
all around them. In the eyes Of those
familiar with their class they would be
recognized As having graduated in oil that
goes to make up the little street Arab
Newsboy, bootblack. wharf.rat or vagrant,
they were fair specimens Of the outgrowth
OF the great city's slums. Mrs. Prichards
heart warmed toward the neglected boys
with an earnest desire that stay under
her roof might be fruitful OF lasting good
TO them.
Their ignorance OF everything belonging
to country life was wonderful. Jack aud
Harry Pritchard followed their guests
about, doing the honors OF the place. now
listening with awe to Pats talk about the
shipping in New York harLor, as he skip
ped like a monkey to the top Of the tallest
elm tree to show how sailors went up the
mast, now shouting With laughter at their
questions and Iremarks concerning the
things on the farm.
Do look at him said Aunt Nancy, point
ing out Of the window as Pat dropped
from the elm. One would think he was
brought up in circus. This mornin' /
heard noise on the roof above my room.
and the first thing | see that boy went past
my window hand over hand till he came
to the water pipe, and then Almost without
touchin' it be slid down like cat. He'll
be teachin our boys all sorts Of tricks.
Look there nowl
Harry and Jack were being hoisted up
on shed overlooking the poultry yard
aud stable. On the edge Of this. with four
pairs oflegs dangling in what to the ladies
appeared most uncomfortable position,
such an anima ated discussion went on that
Aunt Nancy stole near enough TO hear,
feeling sure some mischief was brewing.
Now, thin. says Pat, it's meself can't
kspe in moind the names at all ct all. It's
the Elegant little white beauty'd be the
calf?
Pshaw, Pat! said Jim, with wise air.
That's pig
Niver2 said Pat It's the purity darlln'
with the wool, I'm msnin.'
Oh! said Jim. Yes, that's calf
No, said Henry. laughing till he nesrly
lost lis balance. that's the calf over there
the calfs colored--see?
Dark it is. Thin it's another calf'll be
over in the corner there?
No, that's a black sheep pretty
ones white sheep.
Arrah. thin, Pat shook bis head conf
cally. It's brave little head yen be havin
70 kape them all shtraight. But see--he
settled himself so as to get an outlook IN
another direction. dye moind the purity
little bins down there, now?
Oh, Pat, those are ducklings; see 'em
win in the little pond" Pat jumped
lown and ran toward them, forgetting the
small boys, one OF whom jumped after
him and had very solid fall. while the
other scrambled down the rough end o.
he shed reaching the ground with tori
,lothes. Aunt Nancy went into the house
with grave protest against such COINS
,n," but mamma. who had observed that
n order to appear manly before the
,thers neither Of her boys cried. as was
heir usual habit 10 small misfortunes,
wisely made up her mind that little
coughing with strangers would not hurt
hem.
Ducks. is il? said Pat. an swimmin' like
my boat. Here's more Of EN- shoe now
Go long n-the wather wid yea
oh. stopi cried Harry. Those are chick
Gus. They can't swim.
Asy thinl Pat rescued from drowning a
chick he had driven IN. and then began
Of on his fingers.
Ducks. hins, chickens--au' wonld that
be q bin, too. the jewel! pointing admir-.
ingly to pigeon whose soft plnmage Of
white and purple caught his eye ~ il came
tamely among the boys.
No, that's one Of my pigeons, said Harry
catching aud csressing the gentle little
creature.
Pigeon, An the fat ladies by the fnce'
Geese
Geese is it. The top OF the mornin' TO
yez, ladies. said Pat, making low bow ~