The Universalist. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1884-1897, 1895-05-04
TWO LITTLE BACKS AND TWO
LITTLE BURDENS.

LITTLE BURDENS.
Isn't it nice to get home, Munnie?"
Little Kittie had slipped out Of her
Sunday dress" and into her brown ging-
ham in twinkling, and was sitting on
the doorstep of her country home, en-
joying the sweet spring air.
ut is nice to have you think so,' an
swered mother, pleased and surprised.
do you know, little Kit. was rather
afraid you would be pining for all the
fine city ways we have just left
"City ways indeed?" cried Kitty, sniff
ing the white hyacinths in her right
hand. Why, mother, they didn't have a
single growing thing, except some dusty
palms that didn't grow any. Think of new
or seeing the little leaves come up out Of
the ground, and do such wonders as to
make stalks, and buds and things. My,
but I would think that was a stupid
sort of home! Only to have white and
gold jardiniers for flower bedp'
"They have other pretty things in
stead" said the mother. II would dear
ly love such beautiful home as your
Aunt Agnes, and such accomplished
servants, and such libraries to go to,
and such good schools, and all that"
Eyes, suppose So" answered Kitty,
doubtfully; "but it seemed a mighty
stuffy sort of life, all in rooms. would get
SO tired of rooms. wouldn't you, Munnie?
They never saw their best friends ex-
cept in rooms. Why, l wouldn't love
Rose Langley half as well if | couldn't
sit on the old ice house with her or
climb up the hay loft"
There come Rose now.' said Kitty to
her mother, and Kitty flew down the
gravel walk to meet her comrade and
carry her off to the shingled roof of the
ice house.
II thought the child would find her
home dull and plain" said Kitty's moth
er to herself, latter the ease and luxury
we have seen. Thank God for fitting
little backs to their own burdens, as we'll
as our old shoulders to heavier packs"
The other part of this "house to
house" plan took effec. presently, when
the hyacinths had given place to roses,
and the pretty apple blossoms had
twined into little green globes. Mrs.
Agnes Moore shut up her elegant house
on Fayette avenue and went with her
husband and children to visit Sister
Kate in the little village of Pimlico.
How cool and sweet the shady yard
seemed after the glare of hot bricks; how
good Strawberries tasted, fresh from the
vines, with cream that had so few stages
between the clovertops and the saucerl
1t was happy time for both families,
and the city kin found it delightful to
lay aside the conventionalities of dress
and manner, and be free and easy all
day long.
But visiting time cannot last forever,
and even for very long piece of forever
and the first days of September found
the Moores unpacking their trunks in
the Fayette avenue house, and taking
the mosquito bars off the pictures.
ut is nice to get back, isn't it,
mother?" said little Agnes, while per
haps some ministering spirit remem-
bered Kitty's speech and smiled a moon.
beam smile: Home seems so pretty and
comfortable"
"Does it?" said Mrs. Agnes, II was
afraid you would miss the freedom. my
dear"
"Oh. that was very nice for a while
but it would be very dull for all the
time, mother. Flowers, and chickens
and bird's-nests can't take the place OF
people you know. / was longing to be
in crowd again. to see things going on
and being done. And then, mother
don't laugh at me, but aren't you de.
lighted to get back to sure enough
bathtub and hot and cold water spigotsf
do think the proof of being civilized is
having bathtub to get into instead of
bathing one elbow at time"
Il will remind you Of that some cold
morning." laughed her mother; but she
was pleased that the child should find
home SO much more the best place, and
without knowing that the ministering
spirit was smiling again, she said to her
self: THE heavenly Father fits onr
backs to our burdens. even slim little
backs, l suppose. "-iSelected.