The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1884-04-26

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| "pshaw - CURLY interrupted Fenella
, lust look ii the China-store crowde,
! full of fan finer work. Poor ClaIie
| they wouldn't pay YOU tho price Of tn
mineral paint it took 10 10 them, 70
! your PLAGUE and vases.
Il can do art embroidery very nice
| ~" suggested Mona, 4 tall, shy sir
with liquid black eyes, and jetty hail
growing loH on her forehead.
The embroidery market is overfull,
said Fcnella. who was the incarnation
of common sense for the family. Il
YOU could do housework now, Mona
Mona locked down at her slim, whit,
hands, all sparkling with rings, an'
shuddered.
But Bess, the youngest, came bravel'
to the rescue.
"The first thing" said she, lis tc
send all the servants off, except Ann
We can't afford to pay four girls and ;
man any longer.
But who is to keep the garden il
ORDER" cried Claricc. III we discharge
the man."
1T must go without being kept il
order" said Bess, 'or else we must dc
it ourselves
MY poor roses :" sighed Mrs. Grey.
ton.
Mamma roses shall not suffer,
said Lila. Il will look after them my,
self"
and old Mrs. playford, who spends
a month with us every summer" said
Mona. And the Bidgood girls, who
always invite their friends here to the
midsummer picnic-and all the people
who drive out from the city to lunches
and teas
eve must make 4 clearance of the
whole Of 'em ~ said Fenella. crisply-
''unless. indeed, they would like tC
make business matter OF it and pay
their board
"Oh, Fenella ;" cried Mrs. Greyton
"Well, why not, mammal So far as
| can see, we haven't got money enough
to buy our own bread and butter-so
how can we afford TO order ices. and
frozen buildings, and pates de foie gras
for other people? But if we had a
regular income. | am almost sure with
AIMS help, that we could set very
nice table for boarders.''
Lila looked terrified.
Mamma, said she. has it come
10 this? :"
Bess frowned savagely.
Lila" said she, don't be 4 fool -
unless You think You would like 10
starve."
And while the family were still in
committee oft the whole, old Mrs. Play
ford's huge. Old-faShioned barOuChe
rumbled up to the door, with Leaning
Tower of Pisa strapped on behind in
the shape of trunks
Pm a little earlier than usual. my
sweet girls, said she, with smile that
revealed the golden hinges Of her false
teeth after most ghastly fashion.
but the season is intolerably hot, and
nv doctor declares it would be suicide
for me TO remain longer in town. AND
| know. darlings, I'm always sure of Z
welcome here :"
Mrs. Greyton was about to r.,
when Fenella stepped forward.
Then you haven't heard of it?'
said she. eve are ruined, Mrs. Play,
ford. Old Mr.. birmingham has spen
all our money and gone to Australia
We can't entertain company any longer
But ii you would like to board here, a
a reasonable compensation, we shall BIZ
glad to receive you, and give you al
the comforts of 4 home"
Mrs. Playford's jaw dropped she
turned sickly putty color
John, Jlhn y she cried, to the man
you needn't unstrap those trunks.
have so many friends who are anxiou
for my society, that really | am not q
liberty to accept your very singuia
proposition" (to FenellO. "Ofcours'
Ito Mrs. Greyton), | sympathiz
deeply with you. but we all know tina
riches have wings, and | never did pu
any confidence in Mr.. Framiag CHAM a
4 business man. So sorry that thing
should have come TO such an awkwar,
complication -
There she goes-the old harridan =
said Mona. as the withered hant
waved itself from the carriage window
hallway dowr the drive. ''Shc ha
lived uDon lis for sin summers, ant
now she wouldn't fling one of us
penny if we were starving -
Old Mrs. Plavlord was better thai
an advertisement in the newspaper
The Bidgood girls came no more, tn
city people kept sublimely away. Th
old adage concerning the flight of rat
from a falling house, came strictly true
Rosa Bidgood hasn't even com
after that conserve of rose-leaveS
promised her said Mona sadly" An'
| gave five dollars for the spices ant
cssential-oils, and | dried the jacqne
minot and niel-leaves so carefully an,
Clarie painted such beautiful butter
fly jar for it :"
Can have the pot-pouri, Mona?
asked Bcss, suddenly.
"Nes, il, YOU want it, answered
Mona, with L shrug OF her shoulders.
1--WE cart eat nor drink dried rose