The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1884-02-09
HOW ROSE WAS CURED OF LAZI.
NESS,

well to read to her pet this pretty story
taken from the French. The writer 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,
c, she repeats it here for family use.
Rose was 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. at is too SOON" ''The
clock has not struck YETI" or ''Wait
till have done this game" or at 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 again: 'Oh how
tiresome learning to read is!n You
may know that she did not get along.
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-
-~%-iS- = SSIs pun SliIu'
One day she said to her mother:
Mamma, why am l obliged to learn
10 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
at 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 Il
rough peasant girl, who can never do
anything better while she lives than
&eep COWS? But even that is some oc-
crpation, while you would lie good for
nothing at all.
Kose-l think it would be splendid to
keep COWS aad goats, and ii YOU will
'oDiy let me say no more lessons, NAM
ana III go every day and help Jeanette
50 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 wakened
bv her nurse at six o'clock. Now YOU
must know our little lady had no mind
10 risess so early, but the novelty of the
thing made her submit without frettinc
more than little bit. She swallowed a
emp of milk as fast as she could, ate a
small piece of bread and ran out to ioin
r.YSannette- 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 rock and took out her knitting,
while Rose picked flowers to make a
glosegsy and ran about gaily from side
80 side. Suddenly she caught sight of
n pretty wild rose blooming in q hedge,
and have ii 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
pEEs&ed her, and pain made her draw
back so abruptly that she fell, tearing
BIER dress and scratching her knee. Crv-
ing bitterly. she ran to show Jeanette
j her scratched fingers and bleeding knee.
YAsfead of plying her, the girl laughed
at her and said: LA, miss, you know
shat roses have thorns When you come
ont in the fields to play, you ought not
TO cry fer such triies!" After Rose had
equistea down a little, she began to play
with Il young goat, that consented at
first TO gambol with her; but pretty soon
the goat showed signs of wanting to
50att, while Rose pulled and pushed to
keep il back, until the animal, grown
angry, made a thrust at poor Rose with
DER horns, that sent her rolling on the
ground, believing as if she were being
killed Jeannette 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 ::
~ Ii thank you to be quiet awhile, Miss
Rose; YOU are harder to take care of
than ali the cows and goats put to-
gether!.''
Rose Jeanette, ] 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.
isut 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 W SCe you eau IL!
Rose ate a. part of her bread, and
gave the rest to the cows. Then she
knew not what to do next "Jeannette,
Gell me story, will you?"
Jeanette La, miss! | don't know
any.
Rose-Have you not read some in
books, like my mamma? 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,
gay?
Jeanette miss, not much. l
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; ia, mlss | don't know" and so
the poor child got more and more tired
Never had a day seemed so long to her
She would have given anything in the
world to see her mamma appear, even
with thelesson-book in her hand. As she
had only eaten little of her bread she
soon gotyeyy hungry again. and began to