Los Angeles daily herald. [microfilm reel] (Los Angeles [Calif.]) 1884-1890, 1888-06-03

erafely long bill every year, and fe
days after / send it in he calls on m
with check for the amount. and "
have chat over old times. II Chamber
Journal.
A Dismal nay.
"Prissy, what shall we do? It ha
rained for the last three Saturdays an
the Sunday-school people have put o
their picnic just that number of timer
Oh, am Just as cross as bearI / d
want to go, and just look at the raj
pouring downp
ut is perfectly aggrawatin'," pante
Prissy. who had liking for long words
even If mispronounced or misused.
II am not contented to do anythin
else," continued Rose, fattening he
nose on the window-pane and lookin
ruefully at brood of chickens under tn
hen-house that seemed as disconsolat
about the weather as herself. "When
make up my mind to do anything do it
even II things do go wrong afterward.
would much rather go 10 the picnic ant
get soaking wet than stay at home wher
the weather is SO uncertain, for see, thu
sun is shining and it is scarcely rainin,
now" and the tone grew more i'm
patient.
There is silver lining to every cloud
daughter" said Mrs. Ross, who was il
an adjoining room, ''and you can be m,
little sunbeam to-day, if you will"
"Oh, mamma, how selfish l am 2
Rose fastened to her mothers side
Let me battle your poor aching head.
Soon she had the pleasure of allayint
the pain and soothing the tired invalid t.
sleep.
Crosse, kiss Aunt Ross good-bv for me
I'm going home," came Prissy's shril
treble from the kitchen.
Noiselessly closing the door, Rose sped
after her and overlook her as she left the
kitchen porch with both hands and ap-
ron pockets full Of cookies.
Il must have cream-puff- wait,
Puss !" and Rose reappeared in, a trice,
closely followed by Nora, the cook.
come to free Amerikyl Free is it?
Well, the childer be free plinty and to
spare. Oh gave the one darlint cookies,
but the ither takes them without so
much as saying, If ye PLACE p"
Rose laughingly ate the puff in full
view of Nora, but at safe distance.
"Oh, there goes my cooky ID the mud,
Rose am going up to sisters, and
maybe she will let US fab. You'll go
along?" ,s
Mamma might not like Il, and sshe's
asleep"
"Aunt Ross won't care" rejoined
Prissy. "She wanted you to go yester-
day. Wait, now till get my bonnet.
In few minutes the girls were on
their way, tramping through the mud
and wet grass, getting muddier and
dirtier with every step; but as the SUN
shone brighter their spirits rose.
"Rather sloppy walking for, you young
ladies. Won't you get in my wagon ?"
asked a CHEEKY voice.
"It's Mr.. Hench, and he's good man,
my papa says. Let us get in" whispered
Prissy. So the girls clambered into the
wagon.
"You see," continued Mr.. Hench,
''the island folks sent me an order this
to bring lot of Strawberries
up for their picnic to-day. They are
holding it in the grove by the old Man
sion House."
care you perfectly sure there is a9pic-
mic, Mr.. Hench? ?" queried Rose.
ia, yes, miss And they have a
mighty fine day, after ALL"
1--WE want to stop here" interpolated
Prissy, as they drew near fine stone
house. "Thank you" And both girls
FASTENED across the lawn.
Crosse, Rose, we'll coax sister Amy to
20 to the grove with u.s."
"That's fine idea, miss I" returned
Rose, scornfully. "If you had not in
sisted on jumping across that puddle, or
.ather, if you had jumped across and not
n, your clothes would look cleaner; and
Is for me-" half crying, 81 got against
crate and crushed berries on
ny dress. Mr.. Hench will be CROSS"
"Why, you are a crushed strawberry
blonde" laughed Prissy. "Never mind;
Amy will make us look tidy. Good
Aunt Dollyl Is sister in her
DOM ?"
"Mornin', honeys. Mis- Baffin amt
lum. She's done gone over to the grove
vif some cookin' wat ole Dolly's done, SO
,er knows it's good. La, chile, don't
,er be trackin' over dat clean scrubbed
,allery. You chilluns beat eberyting for
lirt. Come in hyar."
"No. We're going to the picnic,
Dolly"
"Bress dis yere darky's haiti Coin to
lie picnic, lookin' like dat? Wat'll Mis-
Ross say ? You ah muddy as two shoats,"
Then changing her scolding tone to one
n, and ole Dolly'll fry you some chicken,
m I knows yer likes chicken fixin's."
But the chicken fxin's" had no power
'ver these two headstrong girls. They
hurried away with the parting salutation
rom Dolly, EGO long wild you"
Every one seemed out OF sorts this
but Rose and Prissy, now fully
,ent on going to the picnic, thought Of
lothing else; yet their spiritsfell slightly
when they neared the grove.
"Oh, Priss Crawford, come and swing
With US Is that your cousin Bring her
long," cried a bevy Of girls at the en-
rance to the grove.
The girls readily entered into the sport.
nd passing from one game to another,
orgot to search for Mrs. Baffin; nor did |
hey notice how the time was passing.
1t is true they felt chagrined when
hey saw how fresh and neat most of the
title girls looked, and compared their
ppearances with their own.
Most of the people were leaving the
rove, and Rose now thought OF Mrs.
'afin. "Mrs. Bafiin left a long time ago
, drive along Moss Lane" said an old
.dy, in answer to her inquiry.
With blank faces they started on their
ak home.
"Three long miles, Rose p' said Prissy,
18th sigh.
Rather soberly they walked along in
le gathering twilight. Their lively
halter had toned down each was busy
18th her thoughts.
"What is that, Rose2 Oh, it must be
wagon of gypsies Oh, / am SO scared %
ealing to Roses side and clasping her
round the waist. "They are right here p
nd Prissy sank to the ground behind a