Woman's chronicle. (Little Rock, Ark.) 1888-1???, 1889-08-24

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But, to the surprise of Mrs. Parsons, she was
not bothered only by the patter of little feet
overhead or mother singing cradle songs to her
darling child, or joining in its laughter CRYING
there was, too, but it seemed to pass away like
April showers-and then, soon, there came bursts
OF laughter At night, when the husband and
father returned, indeed there was quite a joyful
noise up stairs, at which time James face was
little wistful Butthe new neighbors except the even
tenor of their way, and did otntrude for ever so
small favor Perhaps Mrs. Parsons thought she
knew why. She took good care to keep out of
sight whenever the new tenants were passing
through the entryway. One small pair of shoes
had considerable travelling to do up and down
stairs, 'for stroll" on the sidewalk, or a run to
sCentral Park, just beyond for handfuls of
early spring flowers. One day little Tot came
back from this favorte treasure trove, and instead
of climbing up stairs as usual, srayed hesitatngly
i'll the direction of Mrs. Parsons kitchen door.
''Scents the cookies soliloquised Mrs. Parsons.
"Thankl goodness, the door is locked" She
glanced toward it to make assurance doubly sure.
Yes, it was locked, though the key had been
transferred to another door.
But something was shining through the key
twinkled, and then tiny hand raped very
gently on the door, and pair of small shoes
scampered away up stairs.
"Little monkey" exclaimed Mrs. Parsons, her
hands in the dough- ''If he wanted cookie why
didn't he say SO? Anyway, why did he knock?
l can't have MY doors knocked on when | am
busy-that SO; soon's get my hands out of this,
will open that door and see what the little monkey
was up to!."
Soon the biscuit board, the bread pans and the
fat hands of Mrs. Parsons were as clean as soap
and water conld make them. But not until the
last brown cookie had settled down by its neigh
Dor did Mrs. Parsons open the entry door. And
there, at her feet she found the peace offering of
the little child, handful of wild volets
Her first thought was to trample them under
foot. But that would not do. 81 will walk them
right into the stove, that l will!'
But the volets were so fresh and perfect and
brought back the old childhood days to Mrs. Par
sons so clearly that she changed her mind. Softly
closing the door, she went in search OF a resting
place for the little flowers From the pantry shelf
she took down small cup that had once belonged
to her littlesister, dead many years ago. Filled
with water, it received the volets. And
there; resting hear the kitchen window, they smiled
all day.
There was quite commotion up stairs that
night, and James and his wife, drowsily hearing it,
thanked their stars that they were not ousted by
chldren's ails.
The evening of The next day Mrs. Parsons
quick ear caught the sound of little feet on the
stairs, and again the pure star of an eye twinked
at the keyhole. This time the door opened in re-
sponse
"Well, child, what is it? Want cookie?'
ooh, no, thank you,' said the little boy, in
hoarse little voice, his throat all wrapped in
flannel IL just come to see you minnet. Did
you like my Aowers?'
'Look!'' Mrs. Parsons pointed to the cherished
cup.
willie! Willie, chid!'' cried the mother wildly,
"Come back darling, you will catch cold!''
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