The Somerset reporter. [volume] (Skowhegan, Me.) 1868-1909, 1891-11-19
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AERmIAs HOUSE CLEANING

But y4u set L.ns. it- something That
/ has got 10 be Il 1u,. said HERNIA Nmt
noddng her mead
DR.. Elec'us ylue-de had breu mold
erug 10 HlIme, worthy laurclYsf1 p. =
years with the " ID hut creHps aud h.scg
berry vines taauirg rH over hIs grave
aad been a gfeat lower af olakespea
and had lAlle the twin daughters Her
mia aud Helena THey were8i1 Nance.
and Of course required exp auaHon Tor
almost ever, body =eNpiaaaiirus tha.
were sonnet mes little aNkHsri.
Helena was Economically Inclined. sud
elored IN her nomenclature. Hernia
SIT her pretty peariy teeth together ana
wished she hsd been called Prudence
Naomi or any hum. drum, eve y day sort
If an appciative.
/ Upon this snu-hinY afternoon II Inns
Yuue sat, with b 1ok 10 her lap, upon the
doorstep, making quite uncouscioasly to
/ herself, picturesque little tabieanX uu-
Ter the evening >htiow Of the great ma
pie, which Wa just shnwcrlng down The
/ le,t Of its crimson blossom banners to
make room for the cluster OF tender
young LEAKAGE for spring had moved
slowly up the lIplmtsworthy way thai
-ca>on, aud everything WAS late. Her
mia, with her sleeves rolled up, had just
4 M shed washing the tea dishes.
Some one must wash Dishes said
/ Iermia, land Helena docs so hate kitch-
IN drudgcry
rIlldo en-. dear said old grammar.
ma Jane, an apple.cheeked old lady
Run along 10 Your sewing. ! hate t.
.ee your pretty White hands In the dish
water
YOU, iudeedt' cried Hernia. No
"A long A. | am here Wny, what ART
Young folks mad. Ter, if not to wait Oh
Did peoplct'
"nelens docs not always reason so, y
sid Tire oll iady bitterly.
Goa well, You see. Helena is iutellectu
u and writes poetry, Now | haven't tn,
irgirs for that SORT OF thing even If
AIRED for (which an sorry to say
/ lou't, aud SO 1t stands to reas IN, you SEE,
hat shout be in the dish water
/ Accordingly Hernia had washed the
/ fishes aud arranged them in neat orde
IN the whitley sc jured shelves, and hae
snme out to have little domestic cha
with Helena
Co To he doncy Of curse it has 20
be done 20 rotortei Helena impatienIly
and wuy cant We hue some one to d,
az
MONEY reasons, Lcup money req
.ou-. -aeoly sn-Hereu IIermis Vsue
We can't sh1rd ii
ooh. Whist s degradation it Is to b,
poor - sighed Helena lifting her turqnois,
Glue eyes to heaven III rm'a, why ii
he name Of Midas and Croesu1, and a
hose rich I'd hcaih"ns We read about,
lidn't some old millionaire fan in low
With Us when we visited Alice Cope las
winter, in Philadelphia? Girls in novel.
never 20 anywhere without picking up al
least hslf dozen beaux
"l}nt we are not girls in novels, laugh
ID Hernia.
There WAS Mark H4zeltine-you re.
member him, Henry that young mal
with the splendid dusky eyes and Whit
.ecjh.
II om5er," said Hernia, blushing +
title in spite of herself.
Il know he fancsd one of us, or both
lust think how often he used to come tt
All e's. II we could only have remaineo
little while longer | feel certain hi
would have become foregone conclu-
ion. And only think
What nonsense all this is ~ impatient
| ly cried Hernia And what on earti
as II to do with our spring house.clean
| mgr There are all the lower rooms to BE-
repapered and"
| And who is to do all this hard house
naidy sort of work. demanded Nils,
Yaue, with shudder.
we, of course, Helena, since we can
linrd to have it done"
II shau't touch it,
Then must, said Hernia, with tht
30ul independence which was part Of
ser nature with what help grandmam
ma can give me"
Hernia. have you sunk so low as t.
le mere household drudge| sevccelt
demanded Helena.
Il haven't sunk sufficiently low, Her
MIA laughingly retorted, Ito lie In tn
trt, as long as | am physically able IL
1urlfy my surroundings.
A golden me-. April day! The violet.
naklug blue carpet along the sunny
ide Of the orchard wall; the primrose
writing heir hleroglyphies adown I'd
curse OF the gurgling stream; and Hele
IA Nane vas pracliclng new song, WIN
Ter blue riOboned guitar. in the parlor'
ynie Hernia, in the shed at the 1901 "l
he garden, was mixing prodlglous pal
II whitewa-h, and singing at her worh
a. merrlly as If the lime had been BALI
+ embroidery floss, and her brlstly hrusl
, dainty needle, weaving it>elf in and ou'
II silken canvas.
She was dressed appropriately to hel
work, this enterpTislng young damsel
With a crash apron tied around her trim
VA st, and an impromptu Normandy cap.
made ont of a handkerchief, perched OF
Ter head, concesliLg the whole OF hei
right hair, except where one or two stray
urls had escaped and hung like wander
ng sprals of sunshine, on her blue.vein-
d brow. And if Hernia Vane could on
" have known it, she never looked pref
Ter in her life. a... 7Ia 81
"And now. grapdmamma, l believe
this witches cauldron of foaming snow
$ ready" said Hernia gaily, "and II
you II take hold of the handles-Just IL
steady it, you know-l'lldo all the lifting.
We will begin operations at once"
While old Mrs. Vune and Hernia wer'
l.