The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1896-04-01

was really Of very generous nature
and who knew nothing Of Aun Eliza.
beth's dangerous dimple, cried out,
impetuously:
"Oh, shouldn't have called you
that; I'm very sorry that called you
that. But I'm glad to hear you ac-
knowledge you we're wrong, Ann Eliz-
abeth, he added, in superior way
for at times the little Squire was ex-
oeeding pompous.
'The word you give out is spelled
two ways" said Ann Elizabeth, slowly
and distinctly, ''b-o-l-l and bowl"
"That may he, Ann Elizabeth" re
turned the little Squire, determined
not to lose his temper; l'but it was
only spelled one way in the spelling
book"
''Then the spelling books the dumb
est thing I ever heered Of" cried Ann
Elizabeth.
THAT may be, Ann Elizabeth" ao-
quiesced the little Squire; "but /
scarcely think you and 1 are called
upon TO discuss the question"
He looked so very little seated up
there upon his pony, and his words
seemed so very big that for a moment
Ann Elizabeth almost gave up her
idea OF getting even but she had been
head in the spelling class three months
all but two days, and her grandmoth-
er had promised her a new calico
frock il she stood head at the end of
the third month; and although Ann
Elizabeth's frocks were voluminous
and came almost down to her heels
she was immensely proud of new
one.
'Pm common girl, know that"
repeated Ann Elizabeth; land you're
fine little gentleman, everybody
knows that, and got grandmother
and so hev you."
She was looking over the bach of
the shaggy pony. far away from the
little Squire's honest eyes.
The little Squire was going to be an
cry, but he smiled instead.
''That's so, Ann Elizabeth, he said
'I've got grandmother, and SO have
you"
my grandmother, said Ann Eliz-
abeth, looking wickedly into the won
derin9 face of the little Squire, "helps
with the baby and bakes pies and does
a turn most everywhere you can't go
by the house you don't hear her sing
in. Onct your grandmother went q
potterin' round at Farmer Hath
away's, workIn' bard as anybody fore
she married the Squares father; now
you keep her lack she was a chiny tea.
pot or some'n; dress her in silk, and
Almost set her in chair. She do look
lack chiny doll, sure 'nough, settin'
wishin' the Lord'd teck her. Little
Square, my grandmother pities your
grandmother hear thatP"
The shaggy pony kept its feet plant
ed in the middle of the lane as the
little Squire's indignant eyes followed
the figure Of Ann Elizabeth going on
to his school.
The trees met overhead in the ave-
nue. up which the little Squire galloped
his pony. He had muttered "china
teapot" and "china doll" defantly, be-
fore he persuaded the pony to leave
that spot in the lane, and his face was
aaame as he galloped up the avenue.
"China teapot China doll, in
deedl"
The little Squire was in an irritable
mood as he mounted the hall steps.
Everything about him was elegant as
he had always remembered, large,
comfortable and elegant; and yet he
never for moment doubted the words
Ann Elizabeth referring to his grand
mother ''potterin' round at Farmer
Hathaway's." He entered the back
parlor where hs knew his grandmoth-
er was sure to be; buthe did not speak
to her, he just went to tossing about
the papers on the center table. Be-
ing angry with the common little girl
made him angry with the whole world.
But never in his short life had the
little Squire remained angry for long
time. All at once he raised his eyes
from the scattered papers and re.
garded his grandmother. She must
have seen him when he first came in,
but she was not thinking of him now
she was sitting in her rocking chair at
the west window. No, he was not
angry, but Ann Elizabeth's words
we're ringing in his ears: "Dress her
in silk and Almost set her in chair,
She do look lack ohinY doll sure
'nough." Was his grandmother sit
ting there wishing the Lord would
take her? Then the little Squire hid
his face for a moment in his arms; for
even as he had gallcped furiously past
Ann Elizabeth's home he had heard
the useful old grandmother laughing
and singing to the baby. And that
old grandmother pitied his grand
mother He walked softly across the
room and stopped and kissed the little
old lady, "You don't want to go Heav-
en- yet while, do you, Grandmoth-
er?" he asked, anxiously.
She started guiltily, her shrunken
little face flushing. ''It's very nice
down here, Charley" she said, smooth
ing out her gown.
''Is it made OF silk?" questioned the
boy, following the movement of his
grandmOther's hand.
eyes, dear, it's made of silk-fine
silk" she murmured.
"But you don't feel like-like you
was china doll, do you, Grandmoth-
err"
ga china DOLL" repeated the old
lel-, in a tremulou5 tone-''a china
doll. Who says that, OharleyP"
But the little Squire hung his head.
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