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Jerry,s Chocolate Cake.

"When I am man." said Jerry
Whitamore, searching his plate earn
estly for crumbs Of his vanished CAKE,
"when I am man, I am going to
have a whole chocolate cake to
myself-a whole big, round chocolate
cake, mother. I am, indeed, ana
nobody shall have bit oft. would
like to see how it feels eat a whole
cake by myself"
"You need not wait till you are a
man" said his mother;"I will make
you one Tomorrow"
Twill you really, mother? All to
myself?" 49,.
will not give anybody bite oft while
it lasts"
"Ho! I can easily promise you
that for don't want anybody to help
me eat it, can tell YOU" ,
Mrs. Whitamore sighed a little,
and wondered if Jerry were as selhsn
little boy as he thought he was, but
she made him the cake. AS soon as
the icing was firm. Jerry cut big
slice for himself and sat down on the
kitchen step to eat it. His little
brother Rob came and stood in front
of him, with his hands behind his
back. t'Wis' l had some piece" said
Rob, looking at Jerry.
"Mother," called Jerry, "can't I
give Rob piece ?''
"Certainly not" answered his moth
er.
"Go away, then, Rob, and don't
watch me eat it," begged Jerry. But
no there stood the little man, eyeing
the cake until it was gone; while two
big tears rolled down his cheeks.
"That piece didn't taste good one
bit,n said Jerry to himself. II won't
eat any more when Rob is around"
The next time Jerry took piece he
slipped out of the door to hide him
self in the woodshed. Bounce, the
little black-and-tan terrier, thinking
he was going out to play, slipped after
him; but just before the couple got
out of sight, the mother called, "Jerry,
remember not to give Bounce any
cake"
"Oh, isn't that a pity ?" said Jerry
to Bounce, and then he had to eat his
cake with Bounce begging for every
bite. 1t was worse than Rob, because
he could not explain anything to
doggie.
@There, that's two pieces of cake
spoiled for me-" grumbled Jerry.
iEating a whole cake isn't half as
much fun as it's cracked up to be-"
When the tea bell rang, Jerry was
ready for bread and butter and milk as
If he had not tasted any thing for
twelve hours and there, on his
upturned plate, was a half of what the
Whitamore children called "snoW-
ball" It was a white cake-white
inside, with white crumbs and citron,
and round and white outside. with
particularly icing. Nobody made just
those cakes except Aunt Martha
Mason.
"That cake was sent to Rob. jerry"
said his mother, land of his own
accord he asked me to save you q
piece'-when, 10! to everybody's
surprise, big boyish Jerry burst out
crying.
II hate chocolate cake, mother" he
said. 81 never want to see another
piece as long al I live" =,
80 Mother Whitamore knew that
Jerry had learned his lesson. She
did not believe he would ever again
think any thing sweeter that he kept
to himself.
"Suppose we bring out your cake
and eat it for supper" she said to her
little boy. >,
Jerry's face cleared up all in a
minute.
"Oh, mother" he said, "that would
be so nice ~
And I think that if Rob and Bounce
had been allowed to eat all that Jerry
wanted them to have, they would both
have dreamed of their great-grand-
fathers that night.
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