Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1891-01-29
ROXIEs DREAM.
How Too Much Jelly Cured a Little Girl
of Many Faults.


brighter when she was in it. Her
grandma was a very young grandma,
not at all like the grandmas in the
picture books, with a cap, kerchief and
glasses, but a grandma who wore
dresses like Roxie's mamma, and yet
who was the very best kind of grand
ma; she could play games, and, holding
Roxie on her knee, would sit at the
piano and play all Roxies favorite
songs, and sing them in such sweet, low
tones that Roxie's little curly head
would rest heavier and heavier against
grandma's pretty gown, and the song
would be sung softer and softer, and
the next thing Roxie would know she
would find herself all covered up on
grandma's wide, soft couch among
the big pillows like a bird in a
downy nest just waking up from a
lovely nap. Carlo would raise his great
head with the long, silky ears, and then
y get up on his feet and come to her and
Wick her fat, chubby hand with his pink
iongue; but before RoXie was really
wake grandma would surely come in
and lift her in her arms and carry her
downstairs to get cup of milk.
This day Josephine, the cook, had
Several glasses of jelly out on the table,
and. of course Roxie wanted some.
Grandma gave her one teaspoonful in
tiny bits, and told her any more would
not be good for so small a girl.
Roxie's mamma came ina dear, sweet
little mamma, with soft, light hair like
Roxies on her forehead and soft pink
in her cheeks, just like Roxie's. She
knew what that wrinkle on RoXies
forehead meant, and she said very
gayly: Let us run out and see the
y chickens" Roxie jumped down and
Strotted out after her mamma, all tied
up in big shawl. The wrinkle disap-
peared, and the clouds all fioated away
from the jolly eyes, and Roxie forgot
about the Jelly After lunch the grand
ma and mamma went out to make calls
and Josephine asked if she might have
Roxie for the afternoon, instead of
a Mary, the upstairs girl, who had had
her the afternoon before. RoXie's nurse
was sick When Roxie went into the
kitchen she found in a row on the
kitchen table gingerbread man,
horse, rooster, cat and pig. She had
Noah's ark at once, with the salt-box as
III Roxie had a most delightful time. And
them am sure | do not know what
suggested it-Roxie said, very sweetly:
"'Phine, | likes jelly"
''Do you shure ," said Josephine.
*'Shure, it is good when it is good, but
its poor 'nough stuff when it is not
81 think your jelly is very good re-
marked RoXie, smuggling still closer to
Josephine.
do you now thin you shall have
some,' and Josephine went at once to
the closet and brought out glass; and
got Roxies oatmeal spoon and gave
them both to RoXie.
Roxies checks were very red and she
did not put the spoon in the jelly at
once She patted it, and held it up to
the light, and told Josephine it was
beautiful, and then, looking quickly
over her shoulder she just put the tip
of her spoon into the jelly, and
took the tiniest piece; but the
next taste was larger, and
am very sorry to have to
tell it, but in very few minutes more
than half the jelly was gone, and part
of it was taken out with her finger
Dear! if mamma had seen that!
PUT it away 'Phine,' said Roxie. 81
don't ike jelly so welly much as did,
and Roxie gave queer little shudder.
"Shure, it's cowld We are, precious"
said Josephine, running to the range
and giving it a vigorous shake, and,
pulling the big rocker in front of the
range, she took Roxie in her lap, and
began grooming a song of the most dole
full description of sailor lad who was
lost at sea, and whose lady-love died of
grief; the last Roxie remembered was
a description of tombstone decorated
with turtle-doves. Roxie wondered and
wondered what turtle-doves were, and
then she found herself with her
finger in her mouth, and she could not
get it out Carlo, with the kitten on
his head, would not have any thing to
do with her, while the old cat mewed
So it sounded like Jelly" the rooster
crowed as loud as he could, Jelly
f-i-n-g-e-r-s." while grandma's
lovely green-parrot turned her back in
dignantly. and would not notice Roxie.
Neither would Josephine notice her,
because Roxie's finger was in her
mouth, but made beautiful ginger
bread toys for a round-faced little black
girl, who always ate nicely with a
spoon; and mamma did not know her,
and grandma would not notice her,
thew were both so delighted with jolly
baby who never cried when it was wash
ed, but just put its little round head in
the basin and laughed through the water
that ran over its face when it lifted
it up. This was really more than Roxie
could bear and she cried out; Il ont
cry, or eat with my fn'ers. I
And then somebody said Why,
Roxie, darling it is mamma; your own
dear mamma
And Roxie opened her eyes into her
mammals face, with grandma. face just
over her shoulder, and they cuddled ard
petted Roxie who at last told them hen
horrid dream.