The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1888-04-21
MAKING UP.


Why May Blossom wouldn't Ever Speak to
Pink Rose Again, and Why She Did.
Il shan't go over to her house never
any more" said May Blossom, solemn
ly. MAY be 1 shan't speak to her
another single time ever"
She meant that she never would 90
to see Pink Rose again, nor speak to
her-though that was "may be-"
She had gone over to visit Pink Rose
that very afternoon, with her doll Ros-
alinda; and here she was home again,
much sooner than mamma had any
reason to expect her, with a frowning,
fearful little face and pouting lips, and
doll Rosalinda upside-down in her
arms
Mamma was puzzled.
"Why, what is the trouble, dear?
she asked.
May began to wink very fast; but,
in spite Of all she could do, the tears
filled her eyes and ran over, and
dropped down on Rosalinda.
80, mamma, She she's such q bad,
mean, mean girl, mamma! 1 can't
tell"
But she did tell pretty soon, when
she was in mammals lap, with man.
mas arms around her. and mamma S
kisses on her flushed face, all stained
as it was with tears. And it was a
doleful little story she told.
1--WE were having the best time you
could think of, mamma, playing tea,
and | took the last piece of cake, and
Pink went to get some more; and
heard her tell that was a pig, mamma,
and ate every thing, and that's what
was so fat about. So, of course, !
couldn't help crying and feeling just
as miser' BILE, and l put on my things
right that minute, before she got back,
and took Rosalinda and came home.
o mamma, l know my heart is-crack-
ed anyway, mammal
Wasn't it dreadful? Though, to be
sure, mamma couldn't help smiling a
little; but she thought there must be
some mistake.
"Are you sure you heard just right,
dear?" she asked May.
"Yes'm," answered May, 81 know |
did, mamma. And l sha'n't ever"
just at that minute the door came
open, letting in rush of cold air and
half-a-dozen snow-1akes and little
girl in q white cloak and cap, with
very red cheeks and very bright eyes.
1t was surely Pink Rose, looking
frightened and bewildered enough.
May wouldn't speak; she hid her face
and began to cry.
Poor little Pink! she did't know what
to make of it all. Her lips trembled,
and when she tried to say something
she choked up; and then she began to
cry, too, as hard as she could cry.
what made her 90 home without
telling me?' she sobbed; what made
her now?"
Then mamma kneaD it was all mis-
take, though, of course, she couldn' t
quite understand how it could be; and
she told Pink the story, just as May
had told it to her.
THAT is why she came home" said
she. "Can you explain about it, dearP"
Pink was already laughing through
her tears-laughing as hard as she had
cried.
May lifted her face. ''You needn't
laugh" she said, Indignantly. "You
did call me a pig-you bad, bad girlr'
mo, didn't" cried Pink. "Oh
dear mel l didn't. 1t was my white
dove, and Susan was throwing out
some crumbs before she'd get me the
cake, and Clover was gobbling the
crumbs faster N all the rest of the
doves, and 1 said she was pig and that
it made her fat eating such lot. Oh
dear! 1t wasn't you, Mamie; it was
Clover"
May slid out of her mothers lap, and
put her finger in her mouth.
"rm orlle sorry" said she, land l
wish didn't come home"
why can't you come back again."
asked Pink.
II guess l can," said May. Can t
], mammal
Eyes" said mamma, smiling, you
can stay an hour"
SO May went back to finish out hor
visit, with Pink, and Doll Rosalinda,
this time right side up - Youths Com
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