Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1896-03-07
Then, as if he might solve the problem
in another way. he inquired, anxiously,
NWhnls Ann Elizahath 9v

Then, as if he might solve the problem
in another way. he inquired, snxiously,
"Whos Ann Elizabeth
The little Squirrels mother answered
for him, with a faint smile. ''She's
one Of the children down at the little
Squire's school"
WED just Dust" said the little
Squire, perseveringly: ara dust the
piano legs while Grandmother dust the
chairs. Sally never half dusts, any.
way. And Grandmother and could
have flower bed back lof the parlor
windows; that wouldn't be servants
work, Father" The little Squire al.
most suffered in his eagerness, while
the big Squire's amaaement grew and
grew.
But the lads mother had her arms
about him. The little Squire may be
right" she said softly; 1--WE must let
him do what he can to make Grand,
mother happy"
1t was happy day for the little, old
grandmother when, enveloped in n
white apron, she busted the center
table in the front parton. The little
Squire sat under the piano feasting
his eyes upon her before he vigorously
busted the legs. And that flower he'd
under the hack windows why, from
tho veyy beginning it brought the
laughter into Grandmother's little
wrinkled face.
The little Squire entered hia school
very grave,y one morning toward the
close of the third term. 1t al.
most seemed as if he had been
neglecting his duty; he hadn't been
near there for over four weeks.
The commnp little girl hung
down her head when she saw him.
The little Squire had never told Of
her, and she felt ashame and repent
ant. The schoolmaster smiled in
hearty welcomo,
"I'd like to hear the spelling class,
Mr.. Finch, if you don't mind" said
the little Squire and the schoomas'
ter smiled again and held out the book.
'I'M going TO skip about" said the
little Squire.
1t was u long time before the little
Squire selected o place in the spelling
book. Then he looked at Ann Eliza
beth, who stood at the head.
"Boll !" he said.
'B.o.w-l," answered Ann Elizabeth,
in low voice,
s'There are two ways Of spelling
that word" said the little Squire,
looking far away over Ann Elizabeth's
meek head; II didn't know il the
other time; this words spelled the
other way, but both ways are right.
If I'd know wouldn't have made Ann
Elizabeth go down."
Then the little Squire's eyes fell on
Ann Elizabeth, abject and miserable.
He saw the Aaxen head bowed away
down over the bib of the funny little
apron. He knew that Ann Elizabeth
was just as sorry Us she could be.
But, somehow, the little Squire was
just as glad as he could be. Cam
Elizabeth" he said, in friendly
fashion, "you ought to see my grand
mother and me busting the parlor
furniture; you ought to see usl And
we've started flower bed; we're
going to have every kind of flower.
You must come up and see it some.
times"
Then, to the amazement of the spell.
ing Glass, the little Squire held out
his aristocratic hand to the common
little girl, as if she were great lady
or somebody whom he respected very
much, and Ann Elizabeth took it and
laughed bashfully.
And Mr.. Finch looked on affection.
ately from his seat at the teachers
desk down in the little Squre's school.
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