The Newtown bee., 1902-08-15
THE HOME CIRCLE.
NO FUN FOR HER..
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The Fresh Air Child had arrived early that morning, and the MOtherly Woman had exerted every energy to making the waif happy. Together they had visited the chickens, the COWS, and the horses. They had picked daisies in the meadow and berries in the garden.
 Yet the Child gave no especial evil dence of delight at the escape from city pavements, hot and odorous, to the. fresh, sweet country, dazzling in it's natural beauty.
 The chickens and COWS and horses aroused no enthusiasm. The daisies were dropped neglected on the steps. .> The berries were silently devoured. For time the hammock amused and the clear, sparkling brook at the l foot of the hill fascinated, but the dog had growled when the Child tried to make him do a cakewalk and the cat had clawingly objected when held by the tail. | Mealtimes the city charge enthused, though silently, but, as the farmer ex- pressed it, "She ate with her eyes as well as her mouth."
 Now night had fallen. The darkness was lighted only by the stars and the freflies. The crickets chirped. The frogs crOaked.
 The farmer, his wife-the Motherly Woman-the hired man, and the Fresh Air Child all sat on the piazza, quietly
 Suddenly the shrill voice of the Child asked, "Where's the p'leeceman?
 "We don't have policemen here,' D replied the Motherly Woman: "We don't need them. Everybody behaves in this quiet country, and the police man would have nothing to do.'
 "They don't , do nothin', any way, z. fresh guys and eat tapples. But hain't t you got no pianner organ?" "No, dearie," came the quiet re. sponse. "There's melodeon in tine parlor, and tomorrow I'll open it and play you some hymns.'' She nodded approvingly at her husband. The Child sniffed. sHymns!'' she exclaimed. "Can'l you play no coon songs, nor ragtime nor nothin'?"
 "No, my dear" 5. "Well, I guess you needn't -plal
 nothin', then. I like somethin' gay : Hymns ain't gay."- ) 7.But, my dear child, they'lldo yo,
 good. Your soul needs care just al ] your body does." The Child surveyed her hands, thu t front of her frock, her new shoes, crit
 ically. She passed her hand careful, over her smooth brown hair. - Then she turneda puzzled gaze up
 on her instructor.
 g "WOt'S yer soul?" she asked. E The Motherly Woman was visibl. : shocked.
 "What's your soul?" she repeated.
 "It's that part of you that goes st
 heaven when you die-at least, it zoe
 to heaven if you are good. If not, i
 is made very miserable and very un Unhappy forever"
 ssAn' that's wot hymns is good for? s "YeS.''
 "Wen, can you dance to 'em?" .- "Dance to hymns? No, indeed!'' = 'Then don't play 'em. I like musi F you can dance to. I'm grand dancer 1 Folks sez so.'' The Child relapsed in f to silence, as no one disputed he s dancing ability, and fell to studyinl p the stars. Presently she burst forth i excitedly: F s'How long have I got to stay?'' Q s'Two weeks"-the Woman patte
 her head-"two long, restful weeks
 Then I'm going to take you home an J. fetch your sister here." s Fetch lilly? Not much; she won
 come, know.''
 ;- Again she became thoughtful. The
 she rose and faced her benefactres d resolutely.
 l, "There's no p'leecmen, nor organs y nor dancing, nor 'lectric lights. Jes
 frogs an hymns an souls an' fresh ail if I'll stick out them two weeks, but yo Il bet lilly won't come. She'll sta
 where she can have. good time if There ain't no fun here,' sweepin is the landscape with her hand.
 "You jest oughter see where I com
 from, what fun we have, an yo
 wouldn't stay here long," . With which assertion the Fresh Ali
 Child concluded her first Fresh Ali
 day and went to bed.