The Indianapolis sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis, Ind.) 1880-1904, 1885-03-29
Rosy's Glory Story.

III wonder who banged that houses hair 2"
Bessie Chandler, in ST. Nicholas.
Rosy's Glory Story.
lBy Elizabeth S .eckingl
Peter Piper picked a peck of picked pep
pers. Where's the peck s%-pickled peppers
Peter z psr picked2'
"Bress you, Miss Rosalie; ds. yop3"
whist you doin', Peter Pipsr2"
Use q pullin' up desc yer mornin' glories.
Dey's Sd sassy, astartin' up where nobody
vited um 0ey's low trash, anyway, ADD l
amt a goin' TO have UNI in de garden,
specially %coverin' up dis yere frsms dat was
put mp for Ge rosesh
Black Peters hands were filed with the
vigorous little two leaved plants. ald as he
spoke, ne gave them q conie nptuous toss
into the rubbish vi q.
Peter PIPER, you're q numbering the inno
cents; the roses had just as leave nave 'em
on their frames, cause they don't use morn
half OF it theirselves."
Wall, Miss Rosalie. your ma and your pa
and you don't use morn hslf your house,
bat dey DONE 20 to with In do low trash
from de street 90 I'll up. How'd you like TO
have Pat Koran u draggin' his swill cart into
do parlor u a slttin' down on de velvet
sofa?"
Pc .er had a talent for argument, as he
thought. and when he made q good point he
VAS SO pleased with hi ~ self that he chuckled
and sho sed his TOW OF white teeth, in utter
disregard OF what remained TO be said on the
other side. Rosalie began:
Pat Koran is an ugly, dirty, horrid boy,
and he killed three ca oncs in a bag. He
ANT like morning glories at all"
Peter Kept on cnncklIng as IL what she had
said va of DO consequence at all, which
reused the imperi0us little maiden's indig-
uation. she brought dowa her little boot
with = flFHa thai tafE tho prfnf nf hor tiny
foot IN the soft soil that Peter had Just dug
and raked over.
Peter Piper, | ssy you let those clean lit
tie morning glories alone; and If the roses
don't like It I'll talk to EN-"
Law, Miss Rosalie, you amt no kind OF
idea bout de properties of life, as dis yere
sbo vs.. Now desc has no business yere tall
I'd like IN see dat little hoe o. yourn cuttin'
am up; dey comes up easy. Don't you want
to try?'
Rosy stood with her pretty little hoe in
hand; her cheeks were quite flushed
With the neat OF the controversy. She was q
spirited little piece. aud had always had her
own way, which Peter knew we'll enough.
He was quite a ware that If he could not DER.
susde her to come into his plans, he mus do
as she said, for the garden was her special de
light, aud her father would not allow her to
be crossed in any plans that she had set her
heart upon in regard to it
Peter Piper," she said. quite impres'
sively, my iced be ashamed OF hisssif TO
be cutting up what will grow to be besuti-
fuller than be some day"
Rosy bad q way of personifying her garden
tools, and they all had names, such as Jake
for her rake. aud jos for her hoe. Peter did
not possess a perfectly moot temper, and
be now dropped his rake and walked OF to
another part of the garden, muttering to
himself:
Il s'pose Tse'll nave to do as dat baby
says. If she told me to sand still n let de
mcrnin' glories run upon me, her ped say,
Peter, 1 nike de garden to be Just as Rosy
wants il, and dare I'd have to stay till Use
all grown over"
Rosy stood for a minute, her cheeks still
flushed and her little fingers clutching the
tiny hoe handle. Then her anger all evapo
rated, and she said cheerily:
Come, Joe, let's go to work."
Rosy's work wa about the same as q but.
teIfly's might have been in tae garden. She
iutteTed from flower to 10 yer. and certainly
made The place look brighter and gayer. So
her mother thought, when she looked out OF
the honey sucked bay window, and 30
thought her father, as he rode by on his fine
black horse.
what a beautiful child" said many a
pssser by, for the garden was only divided
from the road by an iron fence, and many
people besides its owners thus en- ioyed its
bright c)lors aud fragrance.
Rosy soon folio we'd Peter aud made frienos
with him. Somehow Rosy always could
make people get over it, however much they
might be yexed with her. When her father
said Rosy, why can't | bs angry with your
she answered, Because l love you 50 dearly,
papa" That was the real reason why no
one could long withstand the child. Her
little heart was foil to overffowing with the
one thing that brightens this work-a'day
world for us-love.
After Rosy had made it up with Peter, she
danced alo1g the path singing:
"Joe. Joe. the p~rettiest hoe.
That any child in town can show"
When she came to the place where the
within Peters wellkept border, she knelt
down and kissed them. Then she sang:
stand. my ~pretties. In q row,
There's a place for you TO grow;
You'll be splendid when You blow;
Peter'u Say so, too. l know"
Nov they won't fee, as il nobody wanted
'em." she said to herself, as che ran away.
When Rosy saved the morning glories
from II e fate that had threa tened them, il
va spring Ali summer they grew, tviDiDg
themselves lovingly as near the roses as
Peter would let them, and turning hundreds
OF hesrtshaped leaves to the sun, and now,
as if they could no longer contain the JOY
duu 1--WE tLdL uAlcu tICAns lucy OuIet cfcIy
into q passion of blossoms-purple
and crimson and white. What q delight
for Rosstiel She played with them more
than with any Of the flowers. She said to
herself
What beauties they are! Such lovely
colorsl should think the fairies weuld all
come here and dress themselves up in them.
They are just the right shape for gored skirts,
Sd they wouldn't have to cut EN- over"
Pursuing her idea of making dresses OF the
flo Eers, she one dsv caught a gra~sshopper,
and with some difficulty managed to draw
the bell over his head and fret two legs
Then she let him go and laughed 10 see him
jumping ABOUT in his odd garment.
"cit to attend the court OF q queen.
Dressed in royal purple and green,"
she sarg, ~clapping her hands gieefulIy.
Tue bees came and crawled deep into the
bell shaped flowers. Rosalie would catch
them prisoners, by gathering the tops of the
flowers together with ner little fingers. Then
she would sing:
BUZZ, buzz, busy beei
Buzz me O song, and I'll set you free"
After q blossom had done It's beat 10 make