The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1885-06-25
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ali the laughs and crows and coos
ana chirps which filled every corner
at home. She was very bunorv
bnt something in her throat Womb
hardly let her eat her supper. And
then Aunt Amy heard her lsav her
prayers, and put her to he'd in a
cunning little room.
There, Dolly" she said. "tbis is
to be your room. There will be- n
light in the hall, and if Won pet
lonely, just call me, and In come
in a moment"
Lonely? The lump in Dolly's
throat got bigger and BIGGER and
bigger as Aunt Amy went away.
She thought of some little doves
she had seen in the porch as she
came in. They were all cuddled
close together, the dear little things.
four OF them, and Dolly could not
help remembering that there were
only three little ones at home, and
wishing with all her heart that
there were four.
Presently she heard a strange
sound outside her window. She
got out of bed and climbed on a
chair to see what it was
"Who? who2. who?" Somethino
which looked like the parrot
stood on the vine outside. Every
thing was so quiet that she was not
at all surprised. 1t looked so sol
emn that she tried to answer very
politely when it kept on asking:
"Who? who? who2'
ooh, Aunt Amy and Uncle Phil.
But she went on with a little
culver of her lip: I'D like to see"
here her lip went up so pitiful-
ly that her voice went down,
who? who? whoY'
Il mean-mamma and-Bessie
and Bell and-the baby. Oh,
dear"
Dolly flung herself down on her
pillow and sobbed so hard that she
could not hear whether the thing
outside wanted to know ANYTHING
more or not. When she looked up
again it was darker, but she could
see her new rufiled petticoat hang
ing on the back of chair.
She jumped up and took it and
her little bare feet went along the
soft carpet all through the long
hall and down the stairs till she
came to door that stood
ajar. Aunt Amy sat there crochuot-
ing and Uncle Phil was doing in
his chair.
Aunt Amy, please cut 'em all
of, said Dolly, holding up the ruff
fles.
What do iyou mean, precious?'
said Aunt Amy, in surprise.
"Why, Dolly spoke in short
sentences with little sniff and sob
between each one. II want to go
home, and-I don't like wuflles-
and don't like chickens-and
ducks-and / want to 90 hOme-I
want to be mammals little girl and
| want to go ho-o-o ONE"
The sobs grew into a long wall as
Aunt Amy gathered her into her
arms, and Uncle Phil, who had
been half dreaming OF how delight
full it was to have a child on the
place, sat up, woefully perplexed
and disappointed.
Dear me! dear mer he said.
what is to be done now"
Listen, Dolly DEAR" said Amt
Amy, eff you don't want to stay
here you shall go home, but you are
, reasonable little grille, and will
that it is a long way for
Uncle Phil to take you back. You'll
wait patiently for a week, won't
youY
Dolly promised, and Aunt Amy
,ook her back to bed and stayed
with her until she was asleep.
Perhaps she'll get oyer it in a
week, if we coax and pet her WELL"
said Uncle Phil.
But Dolly did not get over it till
she was back in her mammals
arms, whispering to her that. she
would rather.live at home and have
her own little sisters than all tho
ruffles in the world, even if they
we're multiplied by a hundred mil
iOu.-YOuth's Companion.