Mexico weekly ledger., 1885-07-02
CLEVER CHILDREN.
Stories Of Some Cate Little Ones In
English Homes.
From Tinsley's Magazine.

From Tinsley's Magazine.
The coolest child L think that 1
ever met was at juvenile party. 1t
was very grand affair, and the little
ones were drinking champagne and
eating oyster patties and other messes
with the greatest gusto.
Silent, stately walters were moving
about, and seeing this little ones
plate empty, one asked her what she
would take
"a little twiflle, if you please" she
said.
The waiter procured it and asked
if she would take anything with it,
meaning tart, or something of that
sort.
A lobster salad rested on the table
in front of the child, and her eyes
were attracted by the pretty pieces
of pink lobster mingling with the
green lettuce and gold and white
egg.
"I'll take some of that" she said,
indicating the salad by wave of her
little hand.
The stately waiter looked surprised,
and almost laughed.
"Lobster salad trife, MISS" he
said: ~ never heard of such a
thing" -.
The child saw she had made mis-
take, and a bright blush flushed her
face, but never would she own it, but
looked haughtily up into the smiling
walters face, and said as coolly as
possible:
Il always take them together"
And she ate the abominable mix
ture, too, without grimace. I en-
We'd that child.
| Another child I olce met never
would be outdone. She would say
the most ridiculous things to prove
that everything in her home was
larger or better than in the homes of
others.
One day she was taking luncheon
with her aunt. The lettuces had been
brought to table just cut in four
pieces, and without dressing. The
child looked at it and smiled in a
superior manner.
"My mamma always has the salad
cut up and dressed" she said.
Her aunt laughed, and seeing a
little stranger in the person of a tiny
slug coiled comfortably up among
the crinkled leaves called the child's
attention to it.
perhaps you don't have nice lit
tie things like that in your salad,
she said.
The child looked at it for mo
ment, then said proudly: "That''
nothing, we have immense slugs IL
ours
l came across a little boy of pro
foundly religious turn of mind
Nothing pleased him so much as be
ing talked to about heaven and hell
and the angels of light and darkness
"Mother," he said one day, ''whel
people die do their souls go up?"
"Yes, my DEAR" she answered.
tAnd what color are they?'
His mother scarcely knew what t.
answer, it's so difficult to explain t.
child, so she answered perhaps in
judiciously: , Il. = We
: "The good have white souls, dear
and the bad black. " ...'
''Quite black, mother-never spot
ted?"
l "No, dear"
! ''Not if they are only pretty goo
l and pretty bad, would they not b
black and white then ?"
II think not, dear"
Y The boy was not satisfied, and
+ neighbor (NIrs. Baker, happening t
4 4 fall dangerously ill just then, he wa
! most anxious in his inquiries as t
n how she was. and whether we shoul
;, call her a good woman. One day
!. friend came in, and CHANGED to sa
y that ssNIrs. Baker was expected
breathe her last, every moment
The words were no sooner out OF h'
# mouth than Freddy rushed into tt
n garden and began watching NJ
h Bakers house. In about a quart
q of an hour he returned, and electl
:. fed us with these words:
t, sI've seen Mrs. Bakers soul
it up, and it's piebald.''
10 Almost the sharpest person ev
met was a tiny girl of about Fl