The Savannah tribune. [volume] (Savannah [Ga.]) 1876-1960, 1888-01-28
nAIamma won't care. "

allow you to laugh at him"
A sullen silence ensued on The part of
my elder sisters. had gained my point,
but they contrived to make it very un-
comfortable for me.
However, neither Laura nor Philippa
were girls to bear malice very long, and
they came down the next morning to
help get breakfast, as good-naturod as
ever.
Mamma" said Laura, 'give me the
key of the blue room and TIL go up for
some of the larger napkins These are
mended and darned until they are
hardly decent, besides being too small"
''You can't go now" said mamma,
who was busy brewing chocolate "Your
Uncle Rudolph is in the blue room. /
put him there to sleep because there's
leak in the roof of the best bedroom,
and was afraid it might be little
damp. Why, girls, what's the matter %
For Philippa had uttered little
shrek, and Laura dropped the double
damask table-c Into the coal scuttle,
while stood transfxed to the floor.
Uncle Rudolph in the blue roomW
gasped Philippa. "Close to ours! With
that doorway betweenl Laura, he must
have heard every word we saidv"
And she sat down and began to cry.
Laura looked aghast, but she was
quicker to recover herself.
"Hush, Philippa," she said. "Don't
make fool of yourself. Here's Uncle
Rudolph coming down now. I'm just
as sorry as you are, but all the whim-
pering in the world won't do any good.
We must just make the best of it.
"Girls, said poor, bewidered mann
ma, ''what does all this mean2"
But before we could explain, Uncle
Rudolph came down stairs snug, smooth
shaver and looking as fresh as water
pippin.
Good morning, Sister Rockfeld,"
said he, sitting down opposite the fire.
"Good morning, girls l was talking
last nignt, sister, about adopting one of
the three, and making her the heiress to
what little I've got to Leave
"Yes| said mamma, wondering very
much what was coming next
''Well, I've made my choice. This is
the one" drawing me close to HIM.
mot Pollyw
eyes, Polly. True, she hasn't Philip
pas wax-doll face, nor Laura's quick
ness Of repartee, but think she'll get
fond Of me all the same. Philippa thinks
me a mean old hunks. Laura don't APP
prove of a way l haveof talking through
my nose. But little Polly stands up for
the old gentleman, like brave girl as
she is, with heart of genuine goldp
'pm sure don't understand what on
earth you mean, Brother Rudolph"
said mamma, with a puzzled wrinkle
between her brows.
''But these girls do" said Uncle Ru-
dolph, with curious roguish sparkles in
his eyes.
"The next time you've got company
staying in the house, young ladies'" to
Laura and Philippe, "you must do up
your confidential conversation in low
tone of voice"
Philippa pouted. Laura hung down
her head, cried. couldn't help it.
'Uncle Rudolph" said I, II don't
want anything that my sisters can't
sharep
"But, you see, you haven't any say
in this question, miss" retorted Uncle
Rudolph laughing.
So, that is the reason that l, little
Polly Rockfeld, whom my sisters al
ways declare was born for kitchen
maid, live in a. great house, with a
swarm Of servants at my beck and call,
and Laura and Philippa, who would
have graced ducal castle, keep house
together in a cottage. Mamma lives with
US, but Uncle Rudolph won't have the
girls.
''They don't like my way Of talking
through my nose" said he. "And I'm
too olda dog to learn new tricks at my
time Of life! No! no! little Polly suits
me the best. n-LNew York News.