The Coconino sun., 1901-08-03
PMY Y, BUT your mornin' glories do
 |" look nice Miss phemevt Wish

yOu u sdNc Ihc SOLic Sccu Oltcu tIid white one." It was Mrs. Ridley com. ing up the walk.
 q will, Mis- Ridley. Come in and set down. There's pam leaf on the lounge, an mebbe you'll take glass Of cool water. It's scorchin' morn. ing" said Miss Phemey.
 "l would like drink, thank you,' responded Mrs. Ridley. Seems like when anybody's fat as am, they just get het up like coal stove. My, that tastes good. You got grand well, Miss Phemey."
 The hostess smiled a flattered smile, but before she could speak Mrs. Ridley went on: "I brought over three of Mir. Ridley's vests, Miss Phemey, to get you to mend 'em. He's busted 'em ever one right down the back, fir all the world like seven-year locust, tell i'm, ant seems like I got no time to fix 'em, with Emma May gittin' married next week. We're just livin' In a regular whirlwind, an sorry as I'll be to see Emma May go-not that I don't like Charlie Foote, but you know what l mean-l cert'ney shall be glad when all this fuss is over."
 "l expect it is trying" sympathized Miss Phemey. But Emma Mays al. ways been good daughter, an she deserves a fine weddin'."
 "Tain't that l don't want her to have it," said Mrs. Ridley, hastily. "But I'm just dog-tired this mornin'- for the land sakes, it's half-past ten o'clock already; got to go. You bring them vests over when they're done, Miss Phemey, an I'll pay you fir 'em. I'd send one O the boys over, but Emma May wants you to come per itickler an see her presents, son be killin' two birds with one stone." She chuckled comfortably as she stepped outside the door.
 Miss Phemey looked after her de. parting form with resentful stare. "Yes," she muttered, "she can get Miss Maxwell to make Emma Mays weddin clothes, but I'm good enough to mend up Jim Ridley's old vests. I'll charge her IS cents apiece, see f 1 don't; thatll be 45 cents. Does seem a good bit to charge fir mendin' three vests."
 Emma May wants you to come per tickler to see her presents! 'Taint no hint; oh, no! Sally Ridley needn't 'a'troubled herself to say that. l got a present for Emma May, an I'm going to give it to her. I'd like to get even with them, the whole kid band of 'em Jest as if I couldn't 'a'made Emma Mays weddin' clos! They tell me Miss Maxwell uses chain-stitch ma chine. l always did say chain-stitch machines was made for the careless. an I don't see no reason to change my mind. We'll, 'pon word, this vest ain't on'y busted, but frayed int the bar. gain." Miss Phemey fell briskly to sewing.
 The next day, despite the threaten. ing rumble of a distant storm, Miss Phemey dressed in her best and start. cd toward the Ridleys, carefully car. rying two packages. She was gra. ciously received by Emma May, fat, fair girl of pleasant mien and placid O1spOS1tlOn.
 "I brought home them vests," ex. plained Miss Phemey; land here, Emma May, is little present l brought for you. It'll be nice fir your dining-room table, l thought" She held out a small white pasteboard box, with an expression of the heap. ng-coals-of-fire kind.
 "Ma." called Emma May, "come here; Miss Phemey's brought me butter knife! Wisht you'd look! That cer. they is beautiful"
 Its solid silver," said the donor, proudly. My niece down to New York got it for me-" She received the thanks. delivered trifle embarrassed. IY, of mother and daughter with DO.