The Indianapolis sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis, Ind.) 1880-1904, 1885-03-08
LITTLE FOLKS.

When Mrs. Hawkeye told her little boy
Walter that he must DOT eat the green ap'
pies he had brought to show her, he said
81 But, mamma, l can keep 'em to smell cam
lI?' oh, yes" consented his mother, ''you
can keep them to smell as much as you like. u
But mamma, can't smell 'em nearly so
good unless bite into 'em and smell the IN
side"
In Washington County, Penna. not long
ego, a boy dug up a button bearing the in
Iitials G. W." on ore side and the words
Long live the President" on the other.
Soon after that the lads little brother was
obserye ed digging near the same SPOT. And
what are you looking for, johnny asked
mis- mother. "Oh, I'm just trying to find
George Wsshington's button hole that goes
with Toms bntton."
MamieSmith was incorrigibly good natured
and was the sort of jolly, fun loving, and
lovable little chit that is was next to impos
sible to punish when correction was neces
sary. After having exhausted other and
ordinary available methods, one day htl
mother put her in bed At three o'clock in
the afternoon, and kept her there supperless
| till next morning. When Mamie came down
to breakfast she said. In her sweet way,
Mamma, do Wi n you would put me to
bed every day at three O'Clock, got so beau
tifully rested"
A good story is told of little bay in 9
Massachusetts, city-the descendant on both
sides of sturdy Quaker stock, and the right
full heir OF plenty OF brains. His aunt is 8
Unknown scientific lady, and q professor
in college for women. His three elder
sisters have also in succession graduated al
college, and with honor. 1t was natural,
therefore, that some friend of the family
soula say to the child one day. III suppose
you too are going TO college by and BY" TIC
which the young person answered, with In
gen uous surprise, 'Oh, no. I'm boy"
When little Walters mother was about to
20 out to attend an evenings entertainment
Walter, who, it might be supposed, had ex
hsusted ell known methods OF keeping bel
with him as long as possible, begged, as she
| babe him goodnight, that she would give
him pill. III think Pm nervous" said he
much to her amusemement, and I'd like
pill to quiet me-" "Oh no, Walter" hi:
mother replied, seeing through his wish to
detain her; you're all right Just lie down
and be quiet. But, mamma" said he
cllnging TO her hand and putting on col
emn expression, won't you stay and ofei
prayer?"
Ned belonged to political club OF small
boys. They wore uniforms and carried
torches, and he was the great standard
bearer for Blaine and Logan. BIS sister had
supposed she could march with them. When
her eyes were enlightened, bitterness tered
her soul. Was she not eight years old? and
that was two years older than Ned. The
Little woman rebeiled against her lot. Be-
tween choking sobs she ejsculated, II can't
march, nor have torch, nor anything
pretty, nor any good time, Just because
am girlp' When she came to dinner her
great dark eyes were swimming in tears. She
refused consolation kindly offered her by
her father, and turning iercely upon him
she exclaimed, "You are not girl, you
never were girl, you never can be glrl
and you never can know what i suffer-"