The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1904-03-20
What the Girls Talk About
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change to the clerk. The store is one OF
the convenient places where you don't have
TO wait for your package If you happen TO
have the exact change, and the Salesglrl
rolled up the parcel and laid il down in
front of the dreamy-eyed girl and took no
more thought of her. The counter was
lined deep with customers-it was one or
those days when everybody takes notion
to SO shopping and buy the same things
and the dreamy-eyed girl stood in the crush
contentedly for a while. AT first she just
waited without thinking; then she waited
patiently, thinking that her parcel was
delayed because of the crush of customers;
then she waited impatiently, thinking that
the girls might pay more attention TO their
customers. Finally she said things.
Why. | gave you your package hours
ago." protested the saleswoman; Laid II
down right in front of you.
1T isn't there" said the dreamy-eyed
one.
without thinking, suggested the sales
girl.
The dreamy-eyed girl looked at her wrist
bag inquiringly, but there was nothing in
ii. Then her hand went up to that accus-
toned receptacle of bundles, her blouse.
She heard the crackle of paper, felt the
parcel of soft ribbon. why. yes, here II
is all the time she said shamefacedly. L
beg your pardon. And when the dreamy
eyed girl reached home and presented her
parcel to her seamstress with triumphant
air and that lady said, But why didn't
you get the baby ribbon, too?" she sat
down to think about it. She did finally
succeed in untangling the situation, but
she never mad the nerve to go back and
tell about it,
The morning was growing old and the
kindergarten games and work were begin
ming TO pail. The children were getting
little obstreperous and songs about
spring flowers and gentle breezes were
proving an insufficient outlet for their
mounting spirits. Twice small Tommy had
pulled Katherines hair and twice had
katherine responded with smart slaps on
Tommy's round cheeks. Finally an inspira-
ton came to the weary teacher. She would
let them play at being animals and work
off in noise and romp the repressed vital
ity that was becoming too much 10 handle.
Now everybody must choose TO be some
kind of an animal or bird and then he
must make the cry that that animal or
bird makes and then L will guess what
each one Is.
Immediately there went up a dreadful
tangle of noises which threatened to bring
down the ceiling. There were ducks and
The children hoped and tapped and
shrieked around the teacher. doing their
best to make lifelike representations of
their chosen parts. Small Tommy was a
Newfoundland puppy and he rolled and
growled and parked at Katherine, who, in
the part of q kitten, spat and scratched
spitefully at him. Only. wee Jimmy re-
NAMED outside the circle, mute and mo-
uonless in one corner.
BY and py, when the conglomeration of
live stock had grown less vociferous in
their demands for teacher TO look and
| listen, she made her way to Jimmy's cor
ner. kindergarten teachers never over
look anybody. why didn't you come and
play at being an animal, too. jimmy"
she queried. Come now, and play you re
a bird or beast and see if teacher can
guess"
Jimmy's hand went up in warning pro-
| test. "Shh-sh-h, warned in an anxious
| whisper. Il is playin'. Don't make any
| noise. 1 is 'ooster, an is layin' a egg"