Northern tribune. [volume] (Cheboygan, Mich.) 1875-1885, 1885-06-04
Stsries of Clever Children.
From Tinsley's Magazine.

was at a juvenile party. III was very
grand affair and the little ones were
drinking champagne, and eating oyster
patties and other messes with the great
est gustO.
Silent, stately walters were moving
about, and seeing this little ones plate
empty, one ask her what she would take.
"A little twifie. il you please" she
said.
The waiter pl Ocured it, and asked If
she would take anything with it, mean
ing tart or something OF that sort.
A lobster salad rested on the table in
front of the child, and her eyes were at
tracted 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 indi-
eating the salad by wave Of her little
hand.
The stately waiter looked surprised,
and almost laughed.
Lobster salad with trihe, MISS" he
said, II never heard of such thing"
1he child saw she had made mistake
and bright blush flushed her face; but
never wOuld she own it,; but looked
haughtiiy up into the smiling walters
face, and said as cody rs possible:
IL always take them together"
And she ate the abOminabe mixture
too, without grimace. | 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 OF 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 cat in four pieces and
without dressing. The child looked at
it and smiled in a superior manner.
MY mamma always has the salad cat
up and dressed" she said.
Her aunt laughed, and seeing little
stranger in the person of tiny slug
c0iled comfortably up among the crink-
led leaves, called the child's attention to
il.
Perhaps you don't have nice little
things like that, in your salad" she
said.
The child looked at it for a mement
and then said proudly:
That's nothing, we have immense
slugs in ours
l came across little boy of a pro-
foundly religious turn Of mind. Moth
ing pleased him so much al being talk
ed TO about heaven and hell, and the
angels Of light and darkness.
Mother" he said one day, when psO
pie die do their souls 90 up?"
Yes my DEAR" she answered,
And what color are thsy?"
His mother scarcely knew what to ans
wer. It's 30 difficult to explain to 6
child, SO she answered perhaps injudi.
ciously.
"Ths good have white souls dear, ant
the bad black"
Quite black, mothsr-nsvsrs pottedp P
"NO, dear"
mot if they are pretty good and prst
ty bad, would they hot be black ant
white then?" s~s~
Il think not. DEAR"
The boy WAS not satisfied, and a neigh
Dor Mrs Baker,, happening to fall dan
gsrOusly i'll just then, he was most anx
iOus in his inquiries as to how she was
and whether we should call her goo,
woman. One day friend came in, an,
CHANGED to say that MRS. Baker was OK
pected TO breathe her last every mo
meRt." The words were no sooner out 0
her mouth than Freddy rushed into tn
garden, and began watching Mr.. Baker
house. Ia about quarter Of an hOu
he returned and electrified US with thes
words:
I've seen Mrs. Bakers soul 20 W
and it's piebald."
Almost the sharpest person ever me
was tiny girl eff about five years old
She would treasure up phrases and quo
tatiOns she had heard other people max
use Of, and bring them out in the Oddss
| way.
One evening. her mother failed to d.
something which she had been asked t
do, her father made use of the quota
tioA: "Tis folly to. remember and til
wisdom to forget"
Quite an hour after the child's nurs
came to take her to bed. She wake
round the room, said Good night" t
everyone, then entered into a animate
conversation with an elderly man.
: The nurse still stood at the door wait
ing for the child. so her mother Gale
! her.
"Baby, dear"
No notice.
Baby DEAR"
"Es mamma"
"Havs you forgotten that nurse
! waiting"
Such wicked little face was turne
round. such knowing smile playe
around her lips, and lurked within he
eyes.
Its folly to wsmember, and It's vii
Q dom to fOrdst," she said, and ran out {
i the room roaring with laughter at he
own wit.
These four are the most droll littl
ones ever met; rot now and then Onl
are they funny, but almost continual
and think they certainly have the rigl
to be called. "Cute Kids"
A Raiders Story.
From Chicago Inter Ocean.