Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1894-06-23

| nlinSelI away IN a DedSteaQ only ABOUT SIX
teet long and with no footboard to hold
the clothes on. HE must have doubled
up or slept corner WISE" she remarked
naively, but my nurse never would let
| me do that: she said 1t would make me
| grow round shoulde-ed.'
The Hntchct Story.
They went down by the tomb Of Wash
| ington and there they found an old col
| ored man who was selling little wooden
| hatchets. Elaine took one, and finding 1t
| to be reddish brown, asked If 1t was
cherry.
Yes. miss" was the quick reply.
| cut from the historic tree that made
the father of his country famous?" per-
sisted Elaine.
| well. TO. miss. not 'zactly," was the
| non-committal reply. You sees, honey, he
dun cut dat tree down, but it growed some
sprouts. and desc yer hatchets is made
from de great gran'chillun Of dat tree.
| made hit myself"
| And it grew right here on this placer"
| asked Elaine
! Deed 1t did, chile" said the old man
| unhesitatingly.
| Elaine was perfectly willing to accept
the bit from cherry tree grown on the
place. when Bobbie brought everybody up
| snort by asking in her timid way-BObbie
really knows a great deal. but she asserts
| herself exactly like a child that has been
repressed by older people until 1t is not
sure whether 1t ever had any ideas worth
| Bile habit for which parents are too often
to blame. Bobbie said hesitatingly: "Of
| course, we all know that the cherry tree
story is not-well. that 1t was just one of
those little jokes that get to seem truth
after being told so often, but Elaine, was
| Washington ever here till after he got to
be big boy-too big, l mean to give rise
to such silly story as that?"
And then 1t burst upon US like O calcium
| light that We had let the old colored man
impose tpon US after all! He was too
quick for us though, for he drew himself
up in an exceedingly dignified way. and
said quite loftily:
Il dun tol you all 1t amt de same cherry
tree wat Mister Gineral Wash'ton cut
down; dat was growed wha' he were bon.
Wen he come heah he dun carry q sprout
wifi him for to instruc' his own chillun in
de ways of truf and righteousness. He had
long haid on himself. Mister Gineral
WaSh'ton had!'
Amidst shrieks of laughter Elaine paid
| a quarter for her cherry tree Ratchet. and
| ten cents more to be shown the exact spot
on which that particular "sprout" had
| grown, and then We went over where
Moses-an-Aaron had laid out our lunch.
| Washineton's Mother.
1t was lovely spot. west of the mansion,
| under a wide-reaching linden tree, heavy
with fragrant bloom. On the right was the
sun dial. bearing the motto "Horas non
| numero nisi serenas." and on the left the
| quaint old garden, with its box hedges and
| sweet shrub bushes just as they were set
| out by the hands of the first President of
| the United States. however century, dust.
| and between wound the driveway up which
| Lady" Washington came a bride, with her
| stalwart husband by her side. Over the
| lockwood hedge the roses were blooming in
| riotous beauty. and Elaine slipped away
from us for a moment to come back fairly
| weighted down with an arm-load Of the
| fragrant flowers.
The gardener told me a pretty story
Ioh fhnv, hn Gntd 0hA TOSS fba
! roses on the tablecloth among the viands,
| and began to distribute them. 1T may be
| just fairy story like the others, but 1t is
| SO pretty that l am going to believe it. He
says that the rose was propagated right
| here on the estate, under Washingtons
| own eye, and that he was very proud of
it, so named it for his mother. the Mary
| Washington and it has grown and in
creased wonderfully, besides being quite
hardy. / wonder" she finished thought
| fully, as she buried her face in the last
bunch before putting it beside her own
| place at the impromptu table, wonder
| why Washington never planted one of these
| beautiful roses above his mothers grave?
| He might have done her that honor, at
| least
Real Appetite.
| Nobody felt competent to answer that
question. and so We fell upon that lunch
like so many tramps for We were almost
| famished. That table was a sight for hun
/
ing to the palate. for they had all been
prepared for outdoor appetites. And let me
| tell you there is lot of difference between
the craving Of drawing room appetite and
that OF the same woman when she plays
| tennis or goes on long tramps; IL you don't
| believe II, try catering to both and dis
| cover the difference for yourselves There
are tables at Mount Vernon for pic
| nickers' to dine on, but We preferred to
! take ours on the grass, Turk fashion.
Elaine had among her belongings some
japanese tablecloths. which she got when
she was In Toxic. The one she selected for
our use was cream white crepe paper as
| fine as silk, with center and border of
| pale blue and pink in some arabesQue de-
| sign. with touch OF green in it.
| At each cover lay a neatly folded nap-
kin. also OF paper, with border of layen-
der and pink flowers of impossible designs
| When We unfolded them we found the date
ana DAY, the name OF the place. the names
| OF the six girls, with myself as chaperone,
and the menu. all done by Elaine, in her
odd little square characters: 1t was a dam
I ty piece of work, and Elaine at once in
| formed US that there were unadorned ones
| for use. but that these were for show"
just as some women carry point lace hand
| kerchiefs, and not to be used but kept a.
mementoes of one Of the pleasantest oc-
caslons or the whole season she had spent
with US. And to think had selfishly come
near deprivins them of the trip! But they
were magnanimous. and never once mem
toned that.
For picnic menu. don't think that ours
| couid be improved upon. The dishes we car
| ried, with one or two exceptions, We're the
thin little wooden plates and dishes such
| as are used in the market to put butter on
| or Tor pickles; they are particularly nice
Tor picnicS. because there Is no danger then
OF breaking good dishes, and 1t Is much less
| trouble to pack picnic lunch when you do
not have to care for crockery.
| Sandwiches Were Delicioua
Nora's sandwiches were a great success
One kind was made Of light bread that had
just little shortening in 1t. The slices
were first buttered on the loaf with sweet
country butter. and then cut with a sharp
knife to a wafer-like thinness For the
| filling she chopped very fine some of the
! white and dark meat of q boiled chicken
dressed with salt and pepper. a tablespoon
full of butter to each cupful of the meat
and a teaspoonful of French dressing: these
she rubbed to a paste and then spread thin
ly upon one slice of the bread first trim
ming the two slices of all crust and maxi
ing them exactly of a size; then she laid
the two together and rolled them in pieces
of buttered white paper. Another sandwich
was made in the same way only not rolled
and the filling was cucumbers, sliced as
thin as paper, dressed with lemon and oil
and tiny bit Of mustard Another bread
| dish was baking powder biscuits, made very
short, and so thin that they looked like
crackers. These were split open and but
| tered and filled with thin layer of minced
! French sardines, dressed with lemon Juice
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