The Corvallis gazette. [volume] (Corvallis, Or.) 1862-1899, 1885-08-28
Stories Of Clever Children.
TinsleyS MagaZfna

were drinking champagne, and eating
oyester pattjes and other messes with
the greatest gustO.
Silent, stately walters were moving
about, and seeing this little ones plate
empty, one asked Ter what she would
| take.
"A little twife, if you please" she
said.
The waiter procured it, and asked if
she would take anything with it, mean
ing 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 min Cling with the green let
tuce and gold and white egg.
"I'll take some of that" she said,
indicating the salad by a wave of her
| lit le hand
The stately waiter looked surprised,
and almost laughed.
Lobster salad with tritfe, MISS" he
said: never heard of such thing"
The child saw she had made mis-
take, and a bright blush flushed her
face; but never would she own it; but
looked naughty up into the smiling
| walters face, and SAID, as cody as
possible:
Il always take them together"
| And she ate the abominable mixture
too, without q grimace. I envied that
child.
Another child once met never would
be outdone. She would say the most
ridiculous things to prove that every
thing in her home was larger or better
| than in the homes of others.
| One day she was taking luncheon
with her aunt The lettuce had been
brought TO the table just cut in four
pieces, and without dressing. The
child looked at it, and smiled in su-
perior manner.
''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 tiny
slug coiled comfortably up among the
crinkled leaves, called the child's at
| tention to it.
s.Perhaps you don't have nice little
things like this, in your salad" she
said.
The child looked at it moment
then said proudly:
That's nothing, we have immense
slugs in ours"
l came across little boy of pro
foundly 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
s.Mother," he said one day, ''when
PEOPLE die do their souls 60 up?"
..Yes. my dear" she answered.
| And what color are they?"
His mother scarcely knew what to
| lt'S S0 Al iffi o111t tO aEnlain n
child, so she answered, perhaps inju-
diciously:
THE good have white souls, dear,
and the bad black
'sQuite black, mother-never spot
ted?H
'.No, DEAR
mot if they are only pretty good
and pretty bad, would they not be black
and white then?''
Il think not, dear"
The boy was not satisfied, and a
ne;ghtor (Mrs. Baker) happening to
fall dangerously i'll 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 81 friend
came in. and CHANGED to say that Mrs.
Barker was expected to breathe her
! last, every moment. The words
were no sooner out of her mouth than
Freddy rushed into the garden, and be-
/ gun watching Mrs. Bakers house. In
about a quarter OF an hour he returned,
and electrified us with these words:
1--WE seen Mrs Baker soul go up,
and it's piebald.'
Almost the sharpest person | ever
met was tiny girl of about five years
old. She would treasure up phrases and
| quotations she had heard other people
make use of, and bring them out in the
oddest way.
Cne evening, her mother failed to do
something which she had been asked
to do, her father made use of the quo
tation: ITS folly to remember, anc
it's wisdom to forget"
Quite an hour alter the child's nurse
came to take her TO bed. She walked
around the room, said '@Good-night'
to everyone, then entered into an an
| imated conversation with an elderly
man.
The nurse still stood at the door
waiting for the child. 50 her mamma
called her.
Baby, de.r."
No notice.
Baby, dear"
"'Es mamma"
'.Have you forgotten thai The nurse
is waiting?"
Such q wicked face was turned
round. such knowing dimple played
round her lips, and lurked withen her
eyes.
Its folly TO wemember, snd tits
wisdom to fodet," 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 were they funny, hut almost con-
tinuallv, and [ think they have GER
tainly the right to be called 'Cute
! Kids"
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