The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1893-01-11
How They were Cured.

than playing dominoes," said Kitty
packing them neatly away in the box
''It's helping each other improve"
"How?" asked Daisy, settling bach
into her chair for ''good listen," as sht
said when q story w.s in order.
"WelI, just this way. Well eact
get little blank book and then write
down each others faults; then trade
books, you see."
''Splendidv' said Daisy, skipping
out of her chair and clapping bel
hands, "and we'll have it for Sc
crIck, aud not tell anybody"
Daisy lived next door to Kitty anG
they were almost constantly together
during their waking hours, and aside
fro,n occasional little "spats," which
never lasted but moment or two. they
were the most peaceable Of playmates,
aud II gave one pleasure to see them
together.
The programme was changed com.
pletely now. Instead of playing in
their usual happy and contented way,
they fell to studying one another crit
ically and making laborious entries in
the little books.
A GOODNESS and a feeling of unfriend.
liness, such as they had never before
experienced. gradually came between
them. The day at length arrived when
the books were to reveal to each her
faults. Daisy came over, and with
many misgivings the books silently
changed hands, and they sat down to
read. ...,-
For long time the ticking OF the
clock and the purring of the kitten In
the window were the only sounds in
the room. Then a little book came fly
ing across the floor, turning many
somersaults before it collapsed utterly,
and an angry voice exclaimed
+ You are just as mean as you
can be to write such things about
me'' and Kitty's tears began to flow.
"Well, you're hateful old thing,
and shan't never come to see you
again. So here p' and Daisy founced
out Of the house in high dudgeon, too
angry and hurt to even think of her
hat.
Kitty threw herself on the sofa, and
here her mother found her, bundled
into detected little heap in one corner
of 1t, crying bitterly.
"Why Kitty! What is the matter,
and where is Daisy" ?"
"Gone home; we've fit," sobbed
Kitty.
"Impossible! How did it happen ?"
exclaimed her mother, sitting down
besides her; and by few adroitly-put
questions she learned the trouble, and
picking up the book off the floor, she
read the following:
K1TTY's FAULTS.
Don't bite your nails so much.
Don't feel so big in your white hat.
Don't leave your clothes on the floor.
Don't sit on your feet, its improper.
Don't be mad when Freddie Blake
gives me gum drops.
Don't carry my doll by the leg.
Don't blow on my bird when he
sings too loud.
Button your own shoes, do.
DAIsY's FAULTS.
Don't throw your bonnet an the
floor.
Don't get mad when /. dfeS # kit
ten in your dolls best clotheS
Put your hand over yoIFn0rtbl
when you cape.
Don't act SO silly in Suday-schdols
You make me sick.
Don't think you are so smart some
times before the boys
Don't open your mouth so wide
when you laugh.
With difficulty Kitty's mother sup
pressed laugh that threatened to burst
forth, then said: IT,
ave cannot expect to keep our
friends if we criticise them in this way.
We find it hard to bear when told our,
faults in the kindest and gentlest man.
ner. Our enemies are eyer ready to
enlighten us on that score, and even
then it does not wound as when
friend takes us in hand. 1t takes any
amount of tact, my dear, and instead
of searching out the faults it's better
to find out the good qualities then
you'll always be at peace with them
and yourself also. Now you had bet.
ter write note to Daisy at once and
make up. You can't afford to lose her
nor she yours"
Kitty dried her tears and sit down
to write.
When she opened the gate to carry
the note to Daisy she spied the little
girl coming out of her own, evidently
on the same errand.
They hurried toward each other,
holding note at arms leglh before
them, with a look at once timid and
questioning; then smile of forgive
uess beamed from both faces, and feel
ing that the trial was at an end, they
sat socially down on the edge of the
sidewalk and read their respective
notes. Daisy's to Kitty ran:
my dear Kitty I am not mad any
more, and hope these few lines will
find you the same.
"Your's sincerely, Daisy"
And Kitty's:
"Dear Daisy ! am sorry we tried to
improve. Come over mamma is going
to make carmels. p. 8. and come get
your hat.
"Yours respectable, Kitty"
1--WE won't ever do it again, will we,
Kitty ?"
"Never! Mamma says we must Use
"tacks' when we tell faults"
"Tacks /! How ?" asked Daisy Won
deringly.
20, / can't tell how,' said Kitty,
feeling herself in deep water. II
s'pose we'll know when we're growed.
Come, Daisy, there's mamma at the
window putting on her apron," and
they hippity-hopped up
the walk as nicely as two nice little
giIls could possibly be.-Advocate.