The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1895-02-15

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Little Bob sat very still at the break
fast table. He was so busy thinking
that he ate only one saucerful Of the
big, red raspberries fresh from grand
pas garden and covered with golden
cream from grandma's milk pans.
Bob was spending his vacation ut
grandpa's farm. and there We're SO
many pleasant things going on that the
little fellow hardly knew what to do
first.
NOW, If / ride to mill, can't so
fishing with Sam" he thought, shaking
his little puzzled head. sam says the
fishes in the creek are big's grandpa's
turkeys, and they bite quickor'n soul
toes. Guess I'll go with him."
But just at that moment he saw
grandpa and the hired man in the
empty hay wagon; they must be going
TO the meadow for load of hay.
What fun it would be 10 ride home
on the soft, sweet hay, away up among
the treetops! 1t was nicer than riding
ON the elephant In the park, Bobby
thought.
so his little heels made quick time
along the path to the barn, and he
olambered. into the big wagon, over the
wheel, and cared nothing more for
Sans wonderful fish.
wait a minute, dear" called grand
mn from the kitchen door. do you
know any little boy who wants to
climb up into this tree and get some
cherries for grandma's pieST'
Moo, grandma" said little Bob,
with a very long face. Il don't know
any such boy, honestly. Aren't you
'fraid he might tumble out Of the tree
and break his arms and legsY'
"Oh, no, Bobw laughed grandpa.
THAT'S the first time you ever were
afraid TO climb treew
Lazy Bob hung his head, but he did
not give up his point.
"'sides. don't think cherry pies are
very good" he argued. kind o. sour
and puekery."
You'll eat 'em fast enough when
dinner time comes" said grandpa.
well, never mind, Bobby boy said
gentle grandma, seeing how sober the
little fellow looked. "I'll get along
without the cherries. Go and have a
nice ride. dSarie; you can't be little
boy but once"
So the long wagon went jol;ing and
rafting away so fast that Bob had to
catch hold of the high rack TO keep
from tumbljng over.
The meadow looked so pretty with
the green hay-cocks dottar evenly over
it. Ike wigwams in an Indian village.
Bobby fnncied. The hired men jumped
out of the wagon and pitched one cock
after another with their long pitch
forks
Grandpa arranged the hay in the
wagon 30 that the load would balance
we'll. and little Bob's seat rose higher
and higher as the wagon was filed.
But somehow Bobby was ut having
a very good time. He could. not help
thinking that grandma WIS always
reody TO leave her work, and hunt for
his missing balls and whistles, or give
him doughnut when he was hungry
which, to tell the truth, was most-of
the time from breakfast to dinner,
from dinner TO tea.
He remembered. too, how yesterday
he had polIed hole in hornets nest,
lust TO see what it YVES made OF, and
how the hornets stin-s hurt, and how
grandma cured them with soda, end
told him stories till he forgot the pain.
Say, grandpa, let me out" sail
Bobby. II want TO go to the house.
forgot somethln."
Forgot what? Your knife? Here,
take NINE" said grandpa, billing in
his pocket
mo, thank you, grandqa," said Bob
"Somethin' else"
Something TO eat, I'll warrantl' said
grandpa, pulling out n paper bag,
"Grundma said you'd be hungry, so STE
put you up lunch"
Bob looked into the bag, and saw 1t
was full Of grandma's nice sugary
cookies in the shape Of little rings and
hearts. He felt more ashamed than
ever, and he could not have eaten one
of those cookies If he had been stary-
ing.
ooh. 'tisn't-that, grandpaw he said,
with little shake in his voice. flor
got what lots of things grandma does
for me-"
Hey? Well, 1 guess you did," said
"rhose cherries must be tired
Of waiting for you"
So. with grandpa's help, Bob slid
down to the ground, and ran home like
a squirrel In very short time grand
ma was surprised TO see a small boy
in at the woodshed door, with
big pail Of ripe. red cherries.
And. grandma" said Bob. ~ won't |
forget again, you'll see."-The House
hold.