Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1892-05-04

llItl6 stream WOuiu now IL u ioNoi
waterfall down a gentIeman's pigtail.
or would climb up to the top OF tree
and startle the storks, or would pay q
short visit to the sky, and come down
, again as if nothing had happened,
while running through a gentleman's
, private mansion was quite a common
in the very least
Then, too, they saw such marvellous
sights on the journey. Storks balanc.
ing themselves on trees a great deal
smaller than themselves; silver and
gold stars growing like flowers among
the grass; roses twice as large as Lucy g
head tied together with magenta
streamers; wonderful birds with long
red tails, catching bright blue fish In
their enormous besks, and thousand
ami one other things, each more new
and startling than the last.
Presently they came to another
hanging house, and this was the scene
of a great commotion. A pair of low
ers had Just eloped from it and were
running away as hard as ever they
could, their hands outstretched and
their pigtails flying. There was a
temple exactly in front of them, but
! that didn't seem to trouble them in the
least. They were making for the door
as straight as possible. Perhaps they
thought they might have time to 90
| in and get married before they were
overtaken by the angry father. He
was pursuing them with a scimitar in
each hand and teapot upon his head,
but he could not see them just at that
! moment, for the gardener had planted
a rose-tree right in front of the hall
door, and the angry father was on one
side of it. and the flying lovers were on
the other. Lucy could not help hop
ing that the cross old gentleman would
( fall head-first into the rose-tree, which
he seemed on the point of doing, and
that his poor pretty daughter won Id
escape.
Everybody that they passed, except
the eloping couple, who were too agi-
tated, and the father who was too
angry, saluted them by kneeling down
and humping the ground with the tops
of their heads. Lucy came to the con-
clusion that it must be the constant
friction that made them ali 80 bald ex-
cept Just where their pIgtails grew into
those great, long, thick plaits. And
they often stopped, in answer to a
! pressing invitation to have a cup of tea
from the funny upright trays.
AT last Lucy saw that they were
| drawing near the coast. The stream
had one last zigzag before it went into
the lake, and took q farewell ripple
over lady sitting in a high-backe ed
| chair. And then the boat slid away
from Japanese farmland into the moon
J lit waters of the lake, and the little
ladies and gentlemen all brought out
their fiowered pock dkerchiefs,
and cried.
But the silver bells played a sweel
"Hush, hushaby," and presently Lucy
and the little ladies and gentlemen
began to nod. For the brownies had
hold of the boat, and were swimming
over the lake with it in their arms
And they laid poppy leaves over theiI
charges eyes, and held chamomile scent
DO tiles under their noses, until at last
Lucy and all the little ladies and
gentlemen lay at the bottom of the
boat fast asleep.
Lucy never remembered how they
got home. The brownies might have
told her, but they never did. Only
when she awoke she was lying in hel
own little bed, and nurse was standing
over her and scolding her for having
oversight herself.
Lucy went down into the drawing
room, by and by, and looked up at the
japanese fans, and down at the pot
pourri jar. The latter looked very sol
emn and heavy, Lucy could hardly be
lieve that it had ever done anything sc
frivolous as trot away with her and the
little ladies and gentlemen to the
silvery lake. AS for the little lsdies
and gentlemen themselves, they were,
as usual, smiling with an imbecile ex'
preston and sitting upon one another's
heads. And it's my belief that they
never went to japanese Farmland again,
but sat upon one another's heads fol
| ever.