The Intermountain Catholic. (Salt Lake City [Utah] ;) 1899-1920, 1904-04-30
GRUMBLEBoY AND sM1LEYBoY.


In the Jones house there were two small bows.
johnnie Grumbleyboy and Johnnie Smileyboy. but
no one ever saw both at once At first they hardly
realized, this little boys father and mother and
Aunt Emma, that there were two boys; but when
one morning a little chap came down TO breakfast
with a big frown on his face and blue eyes that
were so cross that they looked nearly black and
When pleasant remarks from the family had no eff
feet IN making the boy look pleasant they were
Obliged to make up their minds that a strange lit
tie boy had come to take the place of their pet
30 they treated him with all the ceremony neces-
sary with stranger, and pretty soon he found him
self feeling strange and queer.
but he wouldn't tell anyone that he felt strange
Not bit of it. He not that kind of a boy
When he came down feeling that way, why every
thing wrong The oatmeal was too salty his
milk didn't taste right and his egg was boiled too
hard And he just didn't want to wear his old cap
to kindergarten. 1t wasn't comfortable at all.
This sort of thing went on for some time, until
Aunt Emma made up her mind that some remedy
must be thought out The mornings when Smiley
johnnie came down there was the happiest little
boy around the house all day. and home was
very different place from what it was on Grumbe-
boys days.
So Auntie thought and thought, and one day
when Johnnie came down, and it the Grumb1ey-
boy Johnnie who climbed up to the seat beside
father, he found great change in the atmosphere
of the family table. Usually when he came down
looking browning and sour and complained about
everything thcIkind members of his family tried
to persuade him by cheerfuness that things were
not as far wrong he thought them But today it
was different.
"This hominy is too hot" piped small voice
ct is entirely too hot" Aunt Emma agreed
sulkily.
Mines burning my mouth" mother said sadly
Mines simply scalding" growled father.
:. GruInbleyboy looked up, surprised, and for five
minutes there wasn't another word said.
Then came the boiled eggs and toast.
MY eggs too hard!" growled Grumbleyboy be-
fore he thought, just because he was in the habit
of saying it when he felt cross.
SOS mine," walled Auntie
mines like a rock, it's so hard" growIed
father.
Grumbeyboy could hardly keep from smiling, it
all like the good old story of Silverocks and
the three bears, but he'd come downstairs feeling
cross, and it was his habit to stay cross.
And then the finish came when some lovely hot
griddle cakes were brought on. Grumbeyboy want
ed to complain, just because he felt like it, after
he'd poured maple syrup his cake he touched
it with his fork and grumbled:
"These cakes are tough"
"Aren't theyl" sighed Aunt Emma.
Il hardly cut mine," walled mother in a
fearful tone.
Father started to cut his just then, and so
did all the others, and at the same time father
growled:
"Shame to send such tough cakes to the ia
ble" and the cakes simply fell apart on their forks
and everybody burst into a of laughter
After that, when by chance the Grumbleyboy APP
peared at breakfast, it was enough for Auntie to
say:
Hello. are your cakes tough this morning, boy!"
to break the clouds and bring back the sunshine
The Examiner.