The Milan exchange. (Milan, Gibson County, Tenn.) 1874-1978, 1886-03-20
A DINNER PARTY.
How Dimple Duer Had Her Way, and the
Happiness Which 1t Brought.

How Dlmple Duer Had Her Way, and the
Happiness Which 1t Brought.
The class in Familiar Science was on
the recitation bench at Miss Purviances
school, and it was Dimple Duer's ques-
ton:
Explain the formation of dew on
the outside of pitcher of ice-water.
Where had Dimple's thoughts been
while she read over and over those four
pages of Familiar Science last night?
Not much on her book, am afraid, or
else she had slept away the memory of
her lesson; for, to save her little life,
she didn't know what made the pretty
frost-work on her glass of ice-water at
dinner.
Fortunately for her, there was a sud-
den knock at the school-room door, a
loud rat-tat, as of some one in a hurry.
Come in" said Miss Purviance; and
the door was thrown open with a bang
that Jared a whole benchful of little
girls. 1t was Dave Finley, a great,
strong, rough-voiced kindly tempered
fellow, who hauled wood to the little
town for sale.
"See here, Miss Vance," he said,
drawing forward little girl in red
calico dress and sun-bonnet; eve
brung you Molly Shoots gal to git
some larnin'. Molly is a powerful
hand at books herself, Molly is; and
spite of Bill Shoots goin' and dyin'
last spring, and spite of there being
four younger than Fan here, Molls sot
on givin' her. children larnin', too.
We'll, Mol, says |, Il kin furder you
thar, for kin take that little Jenny
Wren of yours to town every day on
my wagon 'longside of me, and glad
of her company, too Land, Mr..
Finley, says Mol; 'how kind you arer
We'll, says |, we poor folks amt got
nuthin' but kindness to give one
mother, and we must be hard up if we
can't give that ;"
The half-hour for Familiar Science
was fast slipping away, while Dave
stood with the doOr-knob in his hand,
holding the child in the other, talking
on in an even stream, with no sign of
any purpose to stop. Miss Purviance
at last interrupted him.
Come in, Fanny" said she. odd
you say her name was FannyP Thank
you, Mr. Finley; we will see about her
lessons now"
"All right mum; I'll be long this
way somewhere short of four clock
20 pick her up again"
And the little stranger was given a
seat near the stove to warm her toes,
while Miss Purviance hurried through
the interrupted recitation.
The new scholar had need to warm
her toes; for, though the November
frosts were sharp, her little brown feet
were innocent of shoes and stockings,
and the calico dress came but a stingy
way down the plump legs.
The little face, when the red calico
sun-bonnet came off, was seen to be
round and rosy. 1t seemed that pow
erty (and the Smoots were of the poor
est) agreed with Fans health, and
spirits, too; for she was a gay little
witch, and soon became a favorite at
Miss Purviance's school. Her seatwas
by Dimple Duer, and impulsive little
Dimple was heels over head in love
with her at once. The difference be-
tween her dainty laced and frilled
ruffies, her silk stockings and kid Slip
pers, and Fans clean, but somewhat
faded, calico. her bare feet and sun
burnt hands, seemed not TO strike
either of the little girls, who became
devoted friends.
Mother" said Dimple one Friday
morning, stopping in the midst of her
breakfast of waffles and honey, "can't
I have dinner-partyP"
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