Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1894-01-27
Written for The Evening Star.
ONLY MRS. PINKIE.
How the Little Ones Enjoy the Cares
of Married Life.
SENORA SARA.

| How the Little Ones Enjoy the Cares
| of Married Life.
| One sultry afternoon during the no,
weather baby and l betook ourselves to the
hammock, in which We generally passed a
portion of each afternoon, she in taking a
! refreshing nap and 1 a refreshing peep a,
the last Saturdays Evening Star. Just as
both of US, were getting interested in our
different styles of refreshment a voice nea,
me broke the Stiffness
| "Howdy do, Mrs. Jones?"
Now, be 1t known that my name is not
| Mrs. Jones, nor am at all related to thai
great and distinguished family Still. 1 may
say that 1 am interested in the name. as
| only missed by hairs breadth, as it were
| being truly a Mrs. Jones.
| But again the voice interrupted with
| "Howdy do" this time rather impat;ently
| Why. howdy do. Mrs :, but what is your
| name?'' ventured.
Ne? why, my name is Mrs Pinkie."
rs that so? How are you today, Mrs.
! Pinkie?"
| I'm we'll" Mrs. Pinkie, by the way. is
| an old friend of mine. In fact, 1 may say
that l am sthe friend who has stood by her
through all the troubles of her five and a
! half years OF checkered existence But Mrs
Pinkie has oafhabit of changing her name
as they say the ladies of a certain city are
acSustoHeo 70 90, quite frequently; so. in
order TO be certain to call her by the right
one, I always have to inquire
"How's your fambly?" was asked me.
They are all quite we'll, thank you, and
| yours?'
They're we'll" Just then 1 noticed the
sturdy six-year-old son of our neighbor W ho
lives across the way. "And who is that,
Mrs. Pinkie?"
oh" with a shipper, that's my husban. -
At this point husban' stood up straight.
and, with a dignifed air, remarked I'm
! going to market; it's Sadday." So, with a
manly stride (and baking powder CAM, he
walked away
Il guess III have to get the dinner now
said Mrs. Pinkie, and she began arranging
her store room with housewifely care
There were mud pies, cakes and bread in
| abunsiance!shIn fact to a housewife of an
eceH0tnical turn she would have been called
| rather wasteful. But there they were:
cakes, pies, rolls and nice brown loaves of
sweet bread, Just from the oven (sunl. 1
confess that l had some difficulty In know
| ing which We're cakes and which pies but
Mrs. p. soon Informed me that the thick
ones are cakes and the thin ones pies" so
1 had no further trouble.
By this time Mr.. Pinkie had returned from
his Saturdays marketing, and, dumping the
| can of sugar (sanD down at her feet, said:
There's the sugar: I'm going back
Mrs. Pinkie, with true wifely dignity ig-
nored her husbands remark, and when he
was out of. hearing told me confidentially
that she-never sent him after anything else.
as he always forgot the rest
"Why. your husband buys you lots of
sugar, doesn't he? He must be very gener-
GUS" .-s
"Oh. yes; we have about a bushel" Just
then baby, who is just beginning to say a
few words, spoke up and said 81 know"
oh" said Mrs. Pinkie. with sarcasm in
her tone and manner you know everything
and don't know nothing
With this crushing remark she turned
away and again busted herself about the
house till her husbands return He soon
came in with another can of sugar and
helped her arrange it, then said he was 60
ing down town.
AN right, go on said Mrs. p
Mrs. JONES' she began, as soon as he
was gone, Il tell you, 1 wouldn't get a
minister for a husban', because they don't
do nothing but just studies and studies. and
then go to church all the time" AIy hus-
band. alas, came under that class of men
denounced by Mrs. P). What does your
husband do?'
oh, he just helps clean up down town.
dusts and sweeps"
''Oh, yes, / see."
Just then feminine voice from over the
way called, Montgomery, Montgomery"
and Mr. Pinkie said: 81 must go now"
'A1iefight, good-by," and Mrs. Pinkie was
again a widow.
MRS ALLEN