The Newtown bee., 1902-08-15
THE HOME CIRCLE.
NO FUN FOR HER.

NO FUN FOR HER.
 The Fresh Air Child had arrived early that morning, and the Motherly 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 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 | we'll as her mOuth.'' Now night had fallen. The darkness was lighted only by the stars and the ireflies. The crickets chirped. The | frogs crooked.
 The farmer, his wife-the MOtherly WOman-the hired man, and the Fresh Air Child all sat on the piazza, quietly resting.
 Suddenly the shrill voice of the Child asked, "Where's the p'leeceman? | I've don't have policemen here,' ' replied the Mother!y Woman. eve don't need them. Everybody behaves man would have nothing to do.''
 "They don't do nothin', any way,' replied the Child, 'cept chase of fresh guys and eat apples. But hain t you got no pianner Organ?"
 "No, dearie," came the quiet re sponse. "T There's melodeon in the parlor, and to-morrow'1'll open it ant play you some hymns.' She nodded approvingly at her husband. The Child Sniffed.
 "Hymns!" she exclaimed. "Can'1 you play no coon songs, nor ragtime nor nothin'?" "Well, l guess you needn't pla, nothin', then. I like somethin' gay Hymns ain't gay" "But, my dear child, they'll do yo, good. Your soul needs care just a your body does."
 The Child surveyed her hands, tn front of her frock, her new shoes, crit ically. She passed her hand carefull over her smooth brown hair. Then she turned a puzzled gaze up on her instructor. , "Wot'S yer Soul?" she asked. The Motherly Woman was visibl.. shocked.
 Whats your soul?" she repeated.
 ''It's that part of you that goes t. heaven when you die-at least, it zoe to heaven if you are good. If not, i is made very miserable and very un happy forever" ''An' that's wot hymns is good for? "Yes."
 'Well, can you dance to 'em?" "Dance to hymns? No, indeed!'' ''Then don't play 'em. like musi Folks sez so." The Child relapsed in s dancing ability, and fell to studyinl ; the stars. Presently she burst forth excitedly:
 F "How long have I got to stay?" 1.-Two weeks''-the Woman patte, her head-''two long, restful weeks Then I'm going to take you home an' fetch your sister here." 5 "Fetch lilly? Not much; she won come, know.'' Again she became thoughtful. The she rose and faced her benefactres resolutely.
 "There's no p'leecmen, nor organs nor dancing, nor 'lectric lights. Jes frogs an hymns an souls an fresh air f I'll stick out them two weeks, but yo l bet lilly won't come. She'll sta where she can have a good time There ain't no fun here," sweepin 5 the landscape with her hand.
 "You jest oughter see where 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