The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1891-12-10

singing cEccrIly III the kltcnen. lie
stepped in and saw his niece ironing.
away as deity as if she had spent the
best part of her life ut it. She made
such pretty picture that lie stood still
AMI looked at her.
How do you do. uncle?" a twinkle
of mcrrimcnt in her brown eyes; then
she went and kissed him, standing on
tiptoc TO do So.
"i'm glad you've come, Fanny" he
said with iIearinesS. Il suppose Mat
Tie explained why ] did not meet you
at the station? But why arc you iron
ing? Where is Mattie?"
She is lying down. uncle. She fell
and sprained her ankle"
Mr.. Henderson stepped into the
sitting-room, Il look of concern on his
face
why. dear. how did this happen?"
"Oh. how does anything happen?"
she replied. Il little querulously.
Through my own awkwardness. no
doubt. | almost tainted, the pain was
SO great"
Does it pain you now, dear?"
II am glad to say that it doesn't"
"IIl battle it in Il little sugar of lead
water" he said. There is nothing
better"
Fanny has already done that" re-
piled the wife. 1t WAS her own sug-
gestion."
Oh" calculated Mr.. Henderson.
with increasing appreciation of his
niece.
And she insists upon ironing. A
nice mess she'll make of it!''
We'll. may be not" Mr.. Henderson
said. in a quiet tone. Il watched her
IA little while. Matte. you are good
ironer. but she is your equal"
oh. nonsense Georgrm exclaimed
his wife. Reared in the city. as she
has hecn--'
Didn't necessarily make her lazy.
silly, novel-reading imbcciIe.' inter
rupted her husband. Perhaps we
haven't been ju.t to Fanny. | think
she is Il solid. energetic, capable sort
of a girl, and it is lucky that she
came"
We'll. | hope it may prove So
doubtingly rcjpincd his wife. George.
there's the butlerr
"Tll churn that he said. We'll
get along. Just you keep your mind
at ease. You will get about much
sooner if you do"
Fanny Atwood prepared dinner, now
and then slipping into the sitting-room
to wet the bandage and to chat in her
CHEEKY way with her patient.
"On the third day Mrs. Henderson
was able TO hobblc Ia the kitchen,
where she found everything in most
excellent order.
Look at my currant jelly" Fanny
proudly said, as she held UP one of the
s-!ass rs to the light. 1t was translu-
cent and bright rs rubv.tintcd wine.
1t is very nice" Mrs. Henderson
said. How much sugar did you
take?'
Pound for pounh." replied Fanny,
Il WASH eXlravagant, was L."
You were wise her aunt said with
a smile.
Sac opened the door leading into the
cellar.
Fanny. did you whilewasll the
stairwaN?' she asked. in surprise.
Yes, aunir. Ii needed it, | knew
You meant to do IT, for saw you ha;I
slaked the lime. lsa't it nicely dour?'
Very nicely" Mrs. Henderson SAIL
But it wasn't right for YOU TO do it.
Surely your hands"
Look ut them. Fanny said laugh
Ing. "Iney are as >oft and white as
any lady'S. pat gloves on. and then
] have a sort OF dainty way of u orking.
l can do it well without pitcaing into
it all over. have a knack, rs mother
calls it. Ii it MAS right for YOU To
whitewash the ceilarway it was right
for ME to whitewash it. | came here
to help aud to spare you; TO ride the
horses, TO GO 10 The mill with uucle
George and to make myself useful and
welcome. If you are not going to
let me work or have any fun. why, I'll
no right back to New York"
She spoke with voluble earnestness.
Ter gestures rapid, her dimples dane
ing.
Mrs. Matte Henderson sa: down in
chair and cried.
why. aunt, what is the matter?"
asked Fanny. her brown eyes widen
ing. 81 hope | didn't say anything to
mo. dear. you didn't" replied Mrs.