South Branch intelligencer. [volume] (Romney, Va. [W. Va.]) 1830-1896, 1889-05-31

be down fusaaong time yet.' she an.
swered 'Teassusiagly. and settlinQ
herself down costly into the gseat
chair which !, having recovered my
politeness. rolled up for her, devoted
herself to rssto,ing the work baste.
to it's former nsatness and order,
while watched her attentively.s
1t was wonderful how deity those
litllc pink fingers separated The
suarls upon which I had gazed in de-
spair. and wound the did. rent thre ads
upon the respective ballassd spools.
In an incredibly short spate Of time
my mischief was entirely repaired,
and l, drawing a long breath ofsa-
'iief and thankfnlness, looked admir-.
ingly At the skiilfpl hands.
Now said she. after setting aside
the. pretty tfifle, which I inwsrdly
vowed never to touch agaln-'now for
the ristband.' si aat se.ss5 Z
! held out my hand, in obedience
to her erry nod. and displayed the
tiny gold fhinbssis ssedGhAg ofNmy'
hnger, when, to mj great discount.
ture, the provoking little thing went
of into paroxysm oflaughter. which
made me wish that had never seen
a button, and wish much more that
had never tried 10 sew one on.
DO excuse me, Mr.. Elliot. bat it is
really too comical.' she said, or rath-
er gasped. 'What on earth would
Mollie and Jack sayp' then catching
sight Of my shamefaced appearance,
she checked herself with great contri.
tiCn, and again announced herself
ready for work
Primrose said I. rI.want you ~
teach me bow TO sew button on
it's too comical,' as you say, for a
great six foo.er like myself to be SO
helpless, and moving up my music.
stool very close beside her. pre-
pared to receive her instructions.
Well said she, in no way res ent.
Ing my unusual proximity, Sin the first
place. you generally ought TO put
your thimble on the middle finger Of
your right hand
Here che looked at me mischiev
ously, while was conscious OF bush
ing deeply.
Then Sou thread your needle. and
tie knot in the end of the thread
Yes said, deeply interested.
'Theu you put it through the cloth
leaving the knot on the wrong side
Yes
Then you sew it firmly on, this
way. and the little hands flew bnck
and forth over the cloth in manner
perfectly hewilderiag to my mascu>
line mind.
Then you take q stitch on the wrong
side to fasten it, and then cut the
thread off. Where are the scissors?'
Il guess they are in the basket,
said l, forgetful OF my viituous reso.
luton, and reaching toward it,
IT'S no matter, she said hurriedly
fearing that l was going TO make
another onslaught on It's precious
contents,'I can bite i. of just as we'll
No. said CALAMITY, Il will; it
will spoil your tce,h,' and someway It
happened that we bent down over it
at the same time, aud-weli! when
Primrose raised her face again she
wes blushing violently, TWO big tears
were in her eyes, and the thread was
not bitten off at ell.
How could you, Mr.. Elliott she
said reptoachfully, and the two tears
fell down on the back Of my h1nd.
Primrose said 1, and-bu! It's no
matter what / said.
Fifteen minutes later, when Sister
Mollie opened the door, she was, for
The first tifhe In her life, startled out
OF her usual indolcnL self possession.
Well 1 neverr che CALCULATED.
with more energy than | had sup
posed her capable OF exhibiting
Brother Fred and Primrose Dariingp'
and thea saak into the nearest chair
to wait for an cxplana, ion.
1t vas rather startling, must con-
fess, The spectacle that met her gaze.
], sitting on The cosy little tete.a tete.
in my shirt sleeves, no collar on, my
hair uDcombed. boot on my right
foot and slipper on my left, one
arm around Prim's waist, and her
head, with its bris ling crimping-pins,
resting quietly on my shoulder.
'MoIlie,' said | triumphan,ly, 1--we
how to sew on button. ard
Pim is going to oversee me in future
so | shan't forgett' and then Mollie
gave little gurgle OF delight, and
rushed az us both.
After we had cslmed down little,
Primrose looked up at me. and said
roguishly, How about your appoint.
ment with Jack?'
'Prim,' said severely, Jack may
go ard hang himself. il he wants to,
for all me
Prim stole wicked glance at Mol.
lie, which made her cheeks fla me anil
hen, az / looked inquiringly at them
both, she said softly, 'Mollie Won't
let him, Fred, dear