Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1903-06-27
Little Anne.

Little Anne was three years old, and al
though she was fair a white lily, people
called her '"The Rosebud"
One day in the springtime, when the sky
was blue anG the sun warm, and the wind
gentle, when the doors and windows stood
open to admit the fresh, sweet air, mamma
and baby brother were upstairs together,
while Little Anne was allowed to go into
the front hall with her picture book. No
one, not even mamma, thought of telling
the dear child to sit still, not to go
away; or, not to move from that spot, for
the Rosebud was SO good, so quiet, SO
timid-well, just like la France bud-so
sweet and modest! She was dainty as
dainty could be! Her hair was golden and
soft as silk. and fine as the finest spun
gold; her eyes were large and blue, shad-
owed by light brown lashes and her cheeks
were pale delicate pink, and this was why
she was called a rosebud. Well, this day,
while mamma was putting baby to sleep, a
messenger from a large millinery store
brought box for MRS.. wilmer The maid
knew she must not disturb her mistress
o on sssa se a she hs STAIRS naa n
her busting. But Little Anne wondered
about the box and slipped quietly-O so
quietly--into the room 70 see where it was.
How nice it must besinside the lid she
thought, for she knew her mamma always
had such nice bonnetA And she shows
them to me-" sl,e whispered to herself,
cause Is the pldest of the children"
Just then Ellen. tho maid. went by. and see
ing Anne standing continued her
way.
After a while, when baby was quite
asleep, mamma came down stairs to talk
to Little Anne but sheswas not in the hall,
nor on the stoopS nerxon the pavements!
Then. mamma looked intoseyery room, but
could not find @hef@ "0 yes,p thought she,
Il know the darling ia with the cook in the
Kitchen But she was not and Ellen said,
Sure, she can't be far away, for she was
for the wee dearie"
By this time mamma was alarmed, for
never before had the little girl ventured out
side the house alone.
Ellen soon came back-'just to see If the
box is there x
What box?" asked Mrs Wilmer.
The one the man left here while ago.
Yes, here 1T isl"
Mrs. Wilmer looked into It to find
what? Can you guess? A bonnet? No.
She found nothing but the paper in which 1t
had been wrapped! Little Anne gone and
mammals hat gone, and no one heard a.
single sound of it all!
Mamma went to the hall door and looked
up the street and down the strickland can
you guess what mamma saw this time :?
something sure enough-something very
valuable! She saw very, very young lady
walking toward her. slowly and calmly but
0, so strangely funny looking! There she
was, the little tot Of three years strolling
along, wearing a short white dress and
gracefully holding big monstrous parasol
with a deep lace around it, over her sweet.
pretty face. and on her golden head, NAM
mas new French hat, very crooked. the
long ribbon strings reaching down to the
tips Of her shoes. and the flowers and bows
standing straight up in the air, and alto
gether no one ever had seen such a funny
sight! The big parasol, the queer bonnet
and the beautiful smile of happiness on the
face of Little Anne! She was too cunning
for anything Mamma was so glad to have
her again, she did not scold one bit. She
just said: Sweetheart, you must not do
anything like this again." And Little Anne
replied: Mamma, dear. 1t was so lovely,
and just want to look like 90 and does.
cause some lady said I was Mrs Wilmer s
Rosebud and Use so glad 1 is!'
MARY M, WRIGHT.