The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1884-03-06
HOW ROSE WAS CURED OF LAZI,
NESS.

boy or girl who hates to learn would do
well to read to her pet this pretty story
taken from the French. The VIZ ter has
children OF her own, upon whom this
story had very good effect, and feel
ing for other mothers who have great
trouble in teaching their charges A, b,
G, she repeats it here for family use.
Rose was q pretty little girl five years
old, who would have been very sweet
but for one bad fault. [ am sorry to
say she was very lazy. When her
mamma called her to say her lesson,
| she had ever so many reasons to give
for not coming. 1t is too soon;h s'The
clock has not struck yet;" or s.W ait
till have done this game" or s'It is
| too cold" Then, when she had made
| up her mind to come at last, she would
yawn between each word, stop, look
down on the ground, play with her feet.
and say over and over ava II: ''Oh! how
tiresome learning to read is!'' You
may know that she did not get a ong
fast. All the little friends of her own
age who came to see her were already
able to amuse themselves reading
pretty stories without help, while she
was just beginning to spell in one syl-
liable. Poor, poor child!
One day she said to her mother:
Mamma, why am / obliged to learn
to read and sew? Only look at Jean
nette, the farmers girl; she is fifteen
| years old, but knows nothing about
reading or writing. She told me that
it tired her to go to school, and that her
mother had let her stay away
Mamma-So, you would like to re-
semble Jeanette, who is nothing but a
rough peasant girl, who can never do
anything better while she lives than
| keep cows? But even that is some oc-
cupation, while you would be good for
nothing at all.
Rose--I think it would be splendid to
keep cows and goats, and ii you will
only let me say no more lessons, MAN.
ma, I II go every day and help Jeanette
to take care Of them.
Mamma believe, my child, that you
will soon have enough of it, but we can
try it. II you like you may begin to-
morrow
The next morning Rose was Weakened
| by her nurse at six o'clock. Now YOU
must know our little lady had no mind
to RISE so early, but the novelty of the
thing made her submit without frettino
more than little bit. She swallowed a
| cup of milk as fast as she could, ate a
small piece of bread and ran out to ioin
Jeanette, who was waiting for her in
| the yard with her cows and goats. Rose,
having had crook given her, drove
them before her. They soon came to a
large meadow, covered with grass and
| shut in by hedges. Jeanette sat down
on q rock and took out her knitting,
VIII lie Rose picked flowers to make a
nosegay and ran about gaily from side
to side. Suddenly she caught sight Of
a pretty wild rose blooming in hedge,
and have it she would; but in order to
reach it, she had to climb over the
bushes that grew around it; at last her
| hand touched it, and she pulled the
branch towards her; but the thorns
pricked her, and pain made her draw
back SO abruptly that she fell, tearing
her dress and scratching her knee. Cry
| ing bitterly, she ran to show Jeanette
her scratched fingers and bleeding knee.
Instead of plying her, the girl laughed
| at her and said: LA, miss, you know
that roses have thornsi When YOU come
out in the fields to play, you ought not
| to cry for such trifies!' After Rose had
| quoted down little, she began to play
with young goat, that consented at
first to gambol with ner; but pretty soon
the goat showed signs of wanting to
butt, while Rose pulled and pushed to
keep it back, until the animal, grown
angry, made a thrust at poor Rose with
| her horns, that sent her rolling on the
ground, believing as if she were being
| lied. Jeanette came to her aid, for
Madam Goat wanted to return to the
charge. She picked up the little girl,
made her sit down by her side and said:
'I'll thank you to be quiet awhile, Miss
| Rose; you are harder to take care of
than all the cows and goats put to-
gether!n
Rose -Jeannette, am hungry; when
are we to 60 and get breakfast?
Jeannette--Oh, we are not going to
| breakfast at all. We are not to see
home until seven o'clock in the evening.
But here, child. you can have some
| black bread and an onion.
Rose An onion! OH dreadful! what
a scent! Why, it makes the tears come
in my eyes just to see you eat til
Rose ate part of her bread, and
| gave the rest to the cows. Then she
knew not what to do next. 'Jeannette,
tell me story, viii YOUR
Jeannette La, miss! l don't know
any.
Rose-Have you not read some in
books, like my mammal She tells me
such pretty ones.
Jeannette-Why, miss, you know
| that cannot read.
Rose-Ah, forgot! But, Jeanette,
| am SO tired. Are you not tired, too,
say?
Jeanette La, miss, not much. |
am knitting, you see. Why don't you
knit?
Rose-I don't know how. Mamma
did try to teach me, but / would not
| learn.
Rose kept trying to get Jeanette to
talk, but to every question that she
asked could get no other answer than
this: La, mss! don't know and so
the poor child got more and more tired.
Never had a day seemed 50 long to her.
She would have given anything in the