Clarksville evening chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn) 1886-1890, 1888-12-28
A FASHIONABLE DOLL.

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Daisy Walters, despairingly, as she
sat on the back piazza with her chubby
legs hanging over the edge. She
wagged them back and forth, knock
ing her heels until her mother called
out in nervous tone, eff you don't
stop making that noise, Daisy, shall
go wild"
Daisy stopped, but her little red lips
! puckered up, and she had @ wee cry,
all alonc. 1t was too hard to be spoken
to like that, for she loved her mother
dearly, and wouldn't have made her
wild for anything. Presently, how
ever, she thought about her doll again,
and stopped crying. Il wonder, she
said again, what can be the matter
with Flossie2"
There didn't seem, to any ordinary
observer to be anything the matter
with the little one, but mothers eye
is not easily deceived. There was a
Disconnected look on the tiny face,
evident enough after keen scrutiny,
and Daisy had noticed for two days
that Flossie had neglected her meals
and had taken no interest III her after
noon toilet.
1t was no wonder Daisy was per
| picked. There wasn't another doll in
the whole village that was as well
cared for or lived as luxuliously as
Flossie, Daisy's big brother had built
her complete house, cutting all the
pieces out with his scroll saw and fast
ening them securely together, and the
entire Walters family had combined
in furnishing it as handsomely as the
most eXacting doll could wish-at
lea> Daisy thought so. And the ward
robe that doll had! 1t was certainly
more extensive SO far as the number
of dresses went, than Daisy's own
Blossie was no baby. 1t was ira
dition in the Walters family that she
had been brought from England many
years ago for Daisys grandmother,
when that good old lady was a little
girl, and because they made dolls well
in those days, and because good New
England people keep their dolls from
one generation to another, Flossie was
still in good order and was just as
precious as over, Today, however,
EiOsSIo was certainly not like herself.
She sulked all the afternoon, and,
although Daisy took her to the table at
Ehe early tea and filled her plate with
the daintiest morsels there were, she
never once smiled at her little mother,
and when she was put safely to bed
and llSsed good night Us usual her lips
never moved, nor did she answer even
when Dairy asked if there was any
thing morGthat could be done for her.
She slept in \ beautiful little crib close
beside her mothers trundle bed, and
was covered over with a sillzen crazy
quilt that was the very first piece of
real sewing that Daisy ever did. She
was usually a sound sleeper, and so it
was with considerable surprise, as well
as alarm, that Daisy heard her.
"What is it," my darling? Tell
your own mamma what the matter
is" exclaimed the anxious mother
jumping out Of her own bed and pick
ing the little one up. lis one of 90
Tickle tootsies tummin' frooW This
she said because it occurred to her
that her darling might be teetbinr.
and she knew that was not only pain
full, but sometimes q little dangerous.
Flossie had never talked before She
had never even been taught to say
papa" and mamma" as well edu-
Gated dolls always do nowadays; so it
was with considerable more s11rnrise
that Daisy heard he talk this time.
Il amt bit happv,o she said petu-
lantly. You don't do half as much
for me as YOU ought to, and now it's
coming on for THANKSGIVING and tbo
holidays, and | want SO MANY things"
Daisy almost let her fall "Whv.
Flossie MYRTLE" she said in blank
amazement ''Why. Flossio Myrtle
Walters, YOU ungrateful child. I'm
sure there never was ANYBODY that
tried harder to be a good mother tban
/ do. and I'm sure | never knew n
doliie that has so many things as YOU
have"
That's because Won never tray
elcl." said wicked 'Flossic nouting
until her naturally pretty month
looked almost homcly. II had a let
ter from my cousin, Alice Hatherton.