Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1885-06-22
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/ The coolest child think | ever met.
was at . juvenile party. 1t was very
grand affair, and the little ones were drink.
Champagne, and eating oyster paffies, ana
other messes. with the greatest gusto.
Silent. stately waters were moving
about, and seeing the little ones plate
empty, one asked what she would have.
"A twifie. if you please" she said.
| The waiter procured it, and asked II sne
would take anything with it. meaning q
tart or something of that sort.
A lobster salad rested on the table in
front of the child, and her eyes were at
tracaed by the pretty pieces OF pink lob,
ster mIngling with the green lettuce. and
gold and white egg.
..I'll take some Of that" she said. in
dica,ing the salad by wave of her pretty
| little hand.
The stately waiter looked surprised. and
almost laughed.
Lobster salad with trifie. Miss" he
said, IL never heard OF such thing"
| The child saw that she had made mis-
take, and bright blush flushed her face,
but never would she own it, but looked
haughtily up into the walters smiling
face, and said, very coolly:
II always take them together"
And she ate the abOminable mixture,
too. without grimace. l envied that
child.
Another child once met, would never
be outdone. She would say the most ridic-
ulous 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 the table just cut in four pieces, and
without dressing.
The child looked at it, and smiled in q
superior way.
'.My mamma always has hers cut up
and dressed" she said.
Her aunt laughed. and seeing little
stranger in the form of tiny slug. coiled
up comfortably among the crlnkled leaves,
called the child's attention to it.
perhaps you don't have nice little
things like that, in your salad" she said.
The child looked at it tor a moment,
then said, proudly:
That's nothing! We have immense
slugs in ours"
lcame across little boy of profound
ly religious turn OF mind. Nothing pleased
him SO much as being talked to about
heaven and hell, and the angels of light
and darkness.
"Mother," he said, one day, "when
people die do their souls 60 upP"
Eyes, my DEAR" she answered.
"And what color are they ?"
His mother scarcely knew what to
answer. It's so difficult to explain to a
child, so she answered, perhaps injudici-
ously:
1.-The good have white souls, dear, and
the bad, black"
Quite black. mother? Are they never
spottedP"
mo, dear"
"But it they are only pretty good and
pretty bad. would they not be black and
white, thenp"
81 think not DEAR
The boy was not satisfied, and neigh
Dor, (Mrs. Baker,) happening to fall
dangerously ill. just then, he was most
anxious in his inquiries as to how she was,
and whether we should call her a good
woman, One day a neighbor came in,
and CHANGED to say:
MRS. Baker is expected to breathe her
last every minute
The words were no sooner out of her
mouth, than Freddie rushed into the gar
den and began watching Mr.. Bakers
house. In about a quarter OF an hour he
returned and electrified US with these
words:
"l've seen Mrs. Bakers soul 60 up, and
its piebald."
Almost the sharpest person ever met.
was tiny girl of about five years. She
would treasure up phrases and quotations
she had heard other people make use of,
and bring them out in the oldest way.
One evening her mother failed to do
something which she had been asked to
do, and her father made use of the quota.
| ton:
"'Tis folly to remember, and tits wis
dom to forget"
Quite an hour after, the child's nurse
came to take her to bed. She walked
round the room, said "good night" to
everyone, then entered into an animated
conversation with an elderly man.
The nurse still stood at the door, wait
ing for the child, so her mamma called
her.
"Baby, dear"
No notice.
baby. dear"
"Es. mamma"
"Have you forgotten that nurse is wait.
ing for youp"
| Such wicked little face was turned
round. such a knowing smile played
round her lips. and lurked within her eyes.
"Tis folly to wememoer and tits wis
dom to fordet." she said, then ran out OF
the room roaring with laughter at her own
wit.
| These four are the most droll little
ones that ever met; not now and then
only we're they funny. but almost continu.
ally, and think they have certainly the
right to be called
"Cute Kids Tinsley's Magazine.