The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-08-15

| while she walked through The garden
Between the garden of the house, where my
little girl lived there ran an iron railing, which
| separated it from the garden of very fine
! house, and sometimes the little girls who lived
in the two houses played in the gardens
| / dare say the other girl who lived next door
| was nice enough, only she was rather stuck-up
Her father was very rich, ard hie little girl knew
| it, and used to like to talk about PAS money
Now, it just happened that when my little girl,
| with the old umbrella, was walking IN her gar
! den. the other girl was doing the same thlng'
| only she held over her head very elegant para
| SOL 1t was fawn colored outside, lined Win
| pink inside, and was tounced and edged with
| lace 1t was. in fact. very superb affair.
| oh dear" said the girl with the fine par
| asOl where did you get that funny OLD tnlhg
| froml" and then she laughed and Uttered
| What old thnGT asked my little girl. not
understanding her.
| But pretty soon she knew what the other girl
meant, because it seemed to her she heard
/ something in her hand say: She means ME,
| the stuck up piece of impertinence.n
Ny little girl felt like letting the old umbrella
| drop, when. looking down at the carved head
which was on the handle of the umbr, LA. she
was astonished to find out that it no longer
/ an ugly face, like that of an Old woman, with
nut-cracker nose and chin, but that it had taken
on quite nice face, and that face was looking
| at her.
| oh, you mean my umbrella, do you9" said
| my little GIRL
| Il should think did," said the girl on the
other side of the iron rail. Its too ridiculous!
| My pa would never let carry horrid old
thing like that not if the was broiling, or 1t
| was raining cats and dogs-and would rather
| be roasted and soaked than be seen with such
| poor old thing"
You are not going to stand that| said the
| umbrellas head Why don't you answer her!
| l do hope you are not shamed of mep
Ashamed of you? Not bit. But only keep
| qniet. Don't get excited. for you seem to be
jerking SO that You are likely to get out of my
| hand" Then my little woman sand quite pleas
| antly to the other girl, My umbrella may not
| be quite as handsome your parasol, but it is
much more serviceahle."
How do you know I am not handsomea l am
handsome" said the umbrella in low voice
II am not at all ashamed of it. Perhaps if
went out IN the street, and was dressed up fine,
| wouldn't carry it, added my little girl
You wonldn't!n inquired the umbrella anx-
iOusly, land whyp
THAT is, l wouldn't want it if it was fine
weather. added my little girl; " but if it was
broiling hot, like it is to-day, or II rainy, l
ne' could find more serviceable umbrella"
.Good' said the umbrella Now abuse her.
Call her stuck up thing. an impertinent mink,
purse proud upslart; don't be afraid"
Il never was brought up to be rude" said my
little girl. ''and can't begin now"
Maybe you are mean spirited" said the UNI
bIea. For two pins I'd fly over that railing
and punch hole in that yellow and pink
parasel"
"Please don't" said my little girl
"She had no right to make fun of me" said the
umbrella, as she twisted herself about.
Il don't care a fig Tor you your old bingham
umbrella" said tine other little girl, she abso-
lutely made face!
This was too much for the old umbrella. Al
though there was no wind at all, it was all my
little girl could do TO hold fast to her umbrella,
which showed an inclination to soar quite up in
the air.
Let me 60, 1 tell you!" said the umbrella.
Grossly
oh! can't and if yon go on that way shall
close YOU up." said NV little girl.
"Oh, dODt!" said tine umbrella 'Ill be as
quiet as lamb. Maybe Pm hotheaded. / al
ways was. But just you watch now that other
girl"
My little girl did follow the other girl with her
eyes. The girl next door walking along,
looking ever so proud and unconcernedlke,
with the yellow, pink and founced parasol held
daintily i'll her fingers when she tripped over a
garden rake. tumbled down. the parasol was
under her. and snap was heard.
There, now, that's good; served her right. ]
am so glad" said the old umbrella, savagely.
The other girl got up. Her face was little
scratched but her fine parasol was smashed and
torn. She commenced to cry, and walked away
in high dudge to the house.
II am so sorry. Are you hurt2" inquired my
little girl.
Mind your own business said the other
girl, land don't want you never to talk to me
again"
Sorry! why, what milk sop you are!" cried
the umbrella. 1t served her right l am glad
of it. Wish she had spraned her ankle or
something, the ungrammatcal baby"
Il am afraid you are a bad hearted umbrella,
said my little girl, and revengeful."
"Of course l am" replied the umbrella, who
denies itF
II am SO CORY for You. then"
IL don't care" said the umbrella.
Because was just taking such liking to
to you. It's delightful to have somebody to talk
to. But am afraid of you now. You see 1 am
Of c,,rh r.,o1p ir Of hl
might make me worse"
Yes, Won are good girl hate to dispute
so don't you argue that point with me. You are
good-are eood-good as gold; the best girl in
the whole neighborhOod and if any body SAYS you
arc not, then they will have to do with me-"
Are You such important parsonage after
ALP said my little girl, kind of doubtfully.
Am lf Hoighty toity! of course | am, and
it's utterly ridiculous in little thing like Won to
have one moments doubt about it, said the
umbrella
II am half afraid of YOU" replied my little
girl, 'you seem so cross, and can't say word
without you swapping my head Off"
Its because am so old and rusty that I am
crusty Now. l will try to do better, and, as a
sign of peace; carry me to the back of tn. garden
and kiss me-"
Kiss you! cried my little girl, astonished
"How where shall kiss youl"
Where? Where, of course but on nv mouth?
Am | so bad lookinga Look at me now" And
my little girl did look, and there, where the old
handle used to be- there was beautiful small
woman's face come out now quite clear with it's
tiny small lips and the lips We're moving
What! right now must kiss you? for then
my little girl was at the back of the garden
Yes. now, and when you have kissed me.
stick my handle in the ground, and come and
creep under me. said the umbrella.
20, could never creep under you. You are
too small. There is no room to speak of under
an open umbrella; the ribs are i'll the way" said
my little GIRL
Much you know about it. Kiss me and then
try" said the umbrella.
Then my little girl, somewhat afraid, did kiss
the face on the handle, and then stuck the UNI
brella into the ground. Then she made believe
to creep under it, for she had opened the UNI
brella. Il shant be comfortable she said,
but as she is rather quarrelsome, must do it
to ohlige her."