The Universalist. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1884-1897, 1895-08-24


er says SO, tho all the time you know
you are going to roast.
The little transgressors were out in
the driveway making mud pies; Fritz,
the worsted boy with the loose bead
ewes dangling down his cheeks, and
Bessy, the same old Bessy-though on
her fourth head-leaned back against
the carriage block and watched.
Fritz was growing old, and his head
wobbled, and, while Bessy came out
resplendant after every accident, as
far as her head was concerned, the
sawdust trickled down her back from
a crack in her neck in very un-
pleasant manner. Nevertheless they
sat there, comfortably, side by side in
the sunshine, and smiled contentedly,
while their plump little parents mixed
and stirred, and nodded and baked;
and all would have gone well if it had
not been for the sugar, or Kitty,
which ever it was. For they were all
four having just the incest time you
can imagine, when Mrs. Allen came
to the door and called:
"Bobby! | want you to take your
cart and go up to Mr.. Green's for a
dollars worth of fine, granulated
sugar. Be sure and get the fine, and
hurry; for Mary is waiting to make
some cookies"
You always buy sugar by the dol
lars worth in Cold Springs, and a
great bundle it makes, too.
So Bobby, and his sister Bessy, and
Fritz, wheeled out the little wagon
which was an ambulance and market
wagon, stately victoria, rattling express
wagon and dangerous summer coast
er, by turns and off they trudged.
1t was easy enough to do; and
prompt Mr.. Greene had soon tied up
the brown paper bundle and cerried
it out to the cart-no trouble SO far,
surely, and just how it began | could
not say; but down under the big elm
the small team stopped, and the
combined owners, drivers and horses,
sat down on the edge of the cart to
rest.
1t was 80 hot, and their coats were
SO heavy, and they were SO hungry,
and somehow or other, two fat little
forefngers poked through the thick
paper down into the tempting sugar
and found their way back into two
red little mouths; and having made
the journey once, they made it again
and again; and soon there were more
round holes in the paper, and the
very sweetest sort of time altogeth-
or, when all at once the town clock
struck and the feasters stopped, pale
and conscience struck, like Belshaz-
Ear and his friends at the wicked
feast of old and they thought of Mary
and the cookies, and they looked at
the bundle. all holes, like a colander,
and the sugar running in countless
streams down into the cart, faster
than ever the sand in the old hour
glass on the mantel at home.
Then they looked at each other, and
two great tears rolled down Kitty's
round cheeks.
"Oh, Bobby she gasped, "what-
ever shall we do?"
"Oh, Kitty! what will they thayT
and Bobby put his hands in his pock-
cts and whistled long and shrill.
'P'raps Mr.. Greene would put on
new papsr?"
"The thugar would all leak out be-
fore we got there. You jutht walk
behind and hold on to the holeth and
I'll do the pulling, and p'rapth they
will only think it broke taking it
out"
So they started down the sunny
street, a very melancholy little pro-
cession; Bobby in front, pulling on
the long handle, Fritz bobbing his
bead eyes and wagging his thin neck