The Arizona sentinel., 1889-12-07
WHAT THE TWINS DID.
Concerning Bright Idea. and How 1t Was
 Carried Out.

Concerning a Bright Idea, and How 1t was Carried Out.
 Chris and I are just eight years old apiece. That is, because We are twins, and we look so much alike even mamma can hardly tell which is which, without looking twice.
 Bob comes next. He is six, and he's such topsy-turvy boy When he comes into the house. seems as if every thing was turned bottom-side up in aminute. Then he's got. such lungs Papa says he'll make a good brakeman when he grows big.
 Carl is the youngest all You ought to see him, he is so lovely! Hes got the. brownest eyes, and his hair will curl whichever way you brush it; and every body that sees him has to stop and kiss him, he is so sweet.
 Then he asks such grown-up questions about God and every thing, that we are most afraid sometimes that we shant raise him.
 Papa got hurt ever and ever so long ago on the cars. His leg was all broke up-not clear in two, but inside-so he had to lie on the lounge, and be tended. And mamma sewed for cross Miss Brown, who does dressmaking; and it made papa most discouraged to have her sew so hard, to get things for us to eat.
 But when papa groaned and looked sober, mamma laughed at him, and sang and every thing, to cheer him up. Shes the dearest little mamma! and papa thinks so, too, 1 guess.
 Chris and did most all the work, so as 10 help. and we didn break single thing 'ec-t one cup that was cracked and a bowl that wasn't.
 Mamma used to call us her little ecr7f-~tt.' go and we did try eveE SD hard not Co fret about any thing. but s9a.- times i- did seem as if we couldn't ho.p u. .e were s9 tired of oatmeal and baked potatoes.
 Papa had nice things, of course, but l s'pose aoe couldn't afford any thing bet ter.
 One day Bob cried, and said he wouldn't eat any supper, else he could have some pie. Chris and coaXed him out under the apple tree in the yard, and told him it was most Thanksgiving, and then we should have every thing nice-chicken and pie, and p'raps cr9n- berry sauce!
 After that we had to tell him all about it over and over every day, so a to keep him from making fuss and worrying mamma.
 But one day something dreaCful hap pened. I was washing dishe- and heard papa and mamma taHlins low Jo- gether, and papa said: ''POOr dears they won't have much Thanksgiving this year!'' Mamma. said: 'sNever mind. You will soon be at work, and then we'll give them treat"
 I ran out under the apple tree and told Chris, and we cried and cried till all the grass was wet with tears. It seemed as if we couldn't staTd- oatmeal another single day. But we didn't dare to let Bob know, as we couldn't trouble mamma, so we had to bear it.
 After a long time we thought of some thing. We got some paper and pencil, and wrote a letter, and this was what was in it:
 MIR. PREsIDENT.-Our papa worked on the cars, and got all smashed up-he wasn't one bit careless but twas trying to save an Irish boy from being killed. Sometimes he gets pretty blue, mamma says, but 're think he IS real achite and we are too poor to have any Thanksgiving, and it seems as if our hearts will break, else you can Hrlp NS- we arc .1 sic}, Of oatmeal but # gea can L. may He God will. CHRISTINE AND Nei-t.
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 Then we put the letter in un envelope