The Arizona sentinel., 1888-05-05
MAKING UP.
Why May Blossom Wouldn't Ever Speak to
 Pink Rose Again, and Why She Did.

| Why May Blossom Wouldn't Ever Speak to 1 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 I shan't speak to her another single time ever"
 She meant that she never would go 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. l much sooner than mamma had any reason to expect her, with 8 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.
 70, mamma, she-she's such a bad, mean, mean girl, mamma! can't tellin
 But she did tell pretty soon, when she was in mammals lap, with man. mas arms around her, and mammals kisses on her flushed face, all stained as it was with tears. And it was doleful little story she told. "We were having the best time you could think of, mamma, playing tea, and I took the last piece of cake, and Pink went to get some more; and heard her tell that was pig. mamma, and ate every thing. and that's what l was so fat about. So, of course. l couldn't help crying and feeling just as miser'ble, and I put on my things right that minute, before she got back, and took Rosalinda and came home. O mamma, know my heart is-craek- ed anyway. mammal Wasn't it dreadful? Though. to be sure. mamma couldn't help smiling little; but she thought there must be some mistake.
 Are you sure you heard just right dear?" she asked May.
 ''Yes'm," answered May, '1 know did, mamma. And I sha'n't ever-
 Just at that minute the door came open, letting in rush of cold air and half-a-dozen snow-fakes and a little girl in & white cloak and cap, with very red cheeks and very bright eyes. It 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 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 go home without telling me?" she sobbed; ''what made her now?"
 Then mamma EnetC 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 10 her.
 ''Ihat 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 pig-you bad, bad girlI''
 No, didn't" cried Pink. ''Oh dear me! l didn't It 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! It wasn't you. Mamie; it was Clover"
 May slid out of her mother lap, and put her finger in her mouth.
 .I'm orhe sorry,s said she, "and] wish didn't come home"
 ''Why can't you come back againF" asked Pink.
 "1 guess I can," said May. Cant I, mammal"
 "Yes," said mamma, smiling, ''you can stay an hour."
 So May went back to finish out her visit, with Pink, and Doll Rosalinda, this time right side up.- fostth's Com. pGfsi0n.
 A New York parrot is said to have grieved itself to death over the death of its mistress.