The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1885-08-21
Stories OF Clever Children.

met was 1T a uVenlle party. II WAS Il
very grand affair and the little ones
were drinking champagne. and eating
oyester pntties 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 twifle, if you please she
said.
The waiter procured it, and asked if
she would take anything with it, mean
ing a tart, or something of that sort.
The 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 let
tuce and gold and white egg.
I'm take some of that" she said.
indicating the salad by 4 wave of her
lit lie hand.
The stately waiter looked surprised,
and almost laughed.
lobster salad with tritle, miss he
sa d: | never heard OF such Il thing
The eli, Id saw she had made a mis-
take, q II Il bright blush flushed her
face; but never would she own it; but
looked naughty up into the smiling
walters face, and So d, as cody as
possii lie:
Il always take them together
And she ate the abominahle mixture
too. without a grimace. l envied that
child.
Another child once met never would
be outdone. She would say the most
ridiculous things TO prove that every
til nc in her home was larger or better
thar in the homes of others.
One day she was taking luncheon
with her auqt. The lettuce had been
brought to the table Just cut in four
pieces, and without dressing. The
child looked at It, and smiled in a SUI
perior hammer
My mamma always has the salad
cut up and dressed" she said.
Her aunt laughed, and seeing a lit
tie stranger in the person of Il tiny
slug coiled comfortably up among the
crnkled leaves, called the child's at
tcntion to it.
Perhaps you don't have nice little
things like tbs, in your salad,' sho
said.
The child looked at it . moment,
then said proudly:
That's nothing, we have immense
slugs in ours
/ came across Il little boy of q pro-
foundry religious turn OF mind. Moth
ing pleased him so much as being
talked to about heaven and hell. and
the angels of light and darkness.
..AIntlnr - ha cntl nnn Iny- s.prbnn
people die do the T. souls 60 up?"
Yes. my dear she answered.
And what color are lhev?'
HIS mother scarcely knew what to
answer. It's so difficult to explain to
a child, so she answered, perhaps inju.
d~iciously:
1.-The good have white souls, dear,
and the bad black"
quite black, mother-never spot.
ted?"
mo. dear
Not if they are only pretty good
and pretty bad, would they not be black
and white them"
81 think not, dear
The boy was not satisfied. and q
neighbor (Mrs. Bakery happening tic
fall dangerously i'll lust then, he was
most anX, Gus in his inquiries as to how
she was. and whether we should cal
her a good woman. One day 4 freud
came IN, and CHANGED t o say that Mrs.
Barker WAS expected to breathe her
last. every moment" The words
We're no sooner out Of her mouth than
Freddy rushed into the garden, and be.
gun watching Mrs. Bakers house. In
about Il quarter of an hour he returned,
and electrified us with these words:
I've seen Mrs. Bakers soul 90 up,
and it's %piebald.'
Almost the sharpest person l evel
met was a tiny girl of about tive years
old. She would Sure up phrases and
quotations she had heard other people
make use of, and bring them out in tho
oldest way.
One evening, her mother failed to dc
to do, her father made use OF the quo
tation: '''Tjs TO ly to remember, ant
It's wisdom to forget"
Quite an hour after the childS nurse
came to take her to bed. She walkeC
around the room, said Goodnight
to everyone, then entered into an an
mated conversation with an elderly
The nurse still stood al the doc
waiting for the child, so her MANN;
called her.
Baby. dear"
No notice.
Baby, dear"
"'Es mamma
"Have you forgotten that the nurse
is waiting?"
Such a wicked face was turnec
round, such a knowing dimple played
round her lips, and lurked withen hcl
eyes.
lis folly to wemcmber, and I'll:
wisdom to fodct,' she said, then raj
out OF the room roaring with laughte:
at her own wit.
These four are the most droll littl,
ones that ever met; not now and thel
only were they funny, but almost con
tinually, and | think they have Ger
tainly the right to be called "'Cut'
Kids"