The Dupuyer acantha. [volume] (Dupuyer, Mont.) 1894-1904, 1895-03-30

VI cAnU Ivy
Game-A Clever Retort.
Little Bob sat very still at the break
fast table. He was so busy thinking
that he ate only one saIcerful 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 at
grandpa's farm, and there were so
many pleasant things going on that he
little fellow hardly knew what to do
first.
.Now, if 1 ride to mill, I can't go
fishing with SAM" he thought, shaking
his little puzzled head. "Sam a the
fishes in the creek are big's grandpa's
turkeys, and they bite %quicker'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 a load of hay.
What fun it would be to 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. n ne
clambered into the big wagon, over the
wheel, and cared nothing more for
Sans wonderful fish.
''Wait a minute, DEAR called grand
ma from the kitchen door. d you
know any little boy who wants to
climb up into this tree and get some
cherries for grandma's pies?
moo, grandma" said little Bob,
with a very long face. II don't know
any such boy, honestly. Aren't you
'fraid he might tumble u of the tree
and break his arms and legsT
"Oh, no, Bobw laughed grandpa.
'"That's the first time you ever were
afraid to clint a tree!"
Lazy Bob hung his head, but he did
not give up his point.
"'Sides, I don't think cherry pies are
very good,' he argued. kind O sour
and puckery."
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. "IU get along
without the cherries. Go and have a
nice ride, dearie; you can't be a little
boy but once"
So the long wagon went jolting and
rafting away so fast that Bob had tc
catch hold of the high rack to keep
|, from tumbling over. -.
The meadow looked so pretty witt
the green hay-oocks dotter evenly ovel
it. like wigwams in an Indian village
Bobby fancied. The hired men jumped
:, out of the wagon and pitched n coci
after another with their long pitch
forks.
, Grandpa arranged the hay in the
, wager SO that the load would balance
: we'll. and little Bob's seat rose higher
and higher as the wagon was filled.
; But somehow Bobby was 1ot having
, n very good time. He couldxnot hell
thinking that grandma was Away
= ready to leave her work, and hunt 10
his missing balls and whistles, or Civ
him a doughnut When he was hungry
which, to tell the truth, was most-o
\ the time from breakfast to dinner
q from dinner to tea.
He remembered, too, how yesterda,
he had poked a hole in a ornets mes
. lust to see what 1t was made OF, an
how the hornets stings hurt, and hoy
grandma cured them with soda, an
y told him stories till he forgot the pair
u "Say, grandpa, let me out" sal
Bobby. 81 want to go to the house.
forgot somethin'."
l. "Forgot what? Your knife? Herr
r take mine,' said grandpa, fumbling i
his pocket.
S mo, thank you, grandpa" said Bot
V "Somethin' else"
n Something to eat, I'll warrant! sal
grandpa, pulling out a paper pa.
% sGrandma said you'd be hungry, so 81
n put you up a lunch"
u, Bob looked into the bag, and saw
. was full Of grandma's nice sugar
:. cookies in the shape of little rings ar
/ hearts. He felt more ashamed tina
Il ever. and he could not have eaten OF
y of those cookies if he had been star
. ing. 49,.
"Oh. 'tisn't-that, grandpa" he sal
D with a little shake in his voice. ITO
a. got what lots Of things grandma doc
IT for me-"
h. Hey? Well, I guess you did" sal
grandpa. "Those cherries must be tire
~ of waiting for you" -,
III So. with grandpa's help, Bob sl
se down to the ground, and ran home lie
IS a squirrel. In a very short time gran
ma was surprised to see a small Dc
At coming in at the woodshed door, with
big pail of ripe, red cherries.
ID "And, grandma" said Bob, Il won
w forget again, you'll see.'-The Hous
hold.