Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1904-07-09

Il thought you would come I'D and
read for me, Lucy; have been expect
ing YOU"
But I could not come to-day, you
know said the wife, deprecatingly.
IT'S washing day!'
well, what If it is? You do not
wash, presume"
mo, dear. not exactly; but Katie
does"
But you are not Katie"
Il beg your pardon, but am on
washing and ironing days"
What do you mean2"
only, of course, that when Katie is
washing, have her daily work to do"
Il do not see what great amount of
work there can be to do in such a fam
lily as ours"
THAT is because it is not In your
line, Boswell. II 1t was you would
soon find out that there is work to be
done In every well-managed family,
however small; and where there is a
baby, and only one inexperienced SER
want, tn re is a good deal of work to
be done"
Work, work.! said the parson, fret
fully. 'One would think to hear YOU
talk or your work, that we lived in q
palace and entertained company every
day of our lives"
Il air very thankful that we dc
not" laughed the sweet-tempered little
woman.
"Well, I can't understand It, I'm
sure. Do tell me now what have you
had to do this morning"
II WILL said Lucy, seating herself
on the lounge by her child. 1T is q
fine day, and Katie has a very large
wash; so l set her at work early, and
| made the beds and put the rooms in
order, and then l cleared away the
breakfast things, and swept and dust
ed the parlor and entry; and l put
fresh flowers In the vases, and I pick
ed and shelled the peas, and made the
pudding, and cooked your steak, and
tended the baby"
"Well, he Is asleep"
| Yes, he Is now; but he was wide
: awake ali the morning, and just as
cunning as he could be. l only wish
you had seen him when L"
"Oh, yes, I dare say; but l don't
care to hear about it,
Lucy bent down over the sleeping
child to pat and kiss him, and when
she raised her head there was a tear
on the baby's dimpled cheek. Poor
little thing! Had he been weeping in
his sleep? for the mothers fair face
was as unrufled as before.
Are you coming to read to me-.
LucyT
Lucy hesitated.
II will If l can-after dinner"
"Oh, am going out to dine with the
Aliens"
you are! Why. Mr.. Holland, you
did not tell mev'
mo, 1 did not think of 1t; and l do
not suppose 1t makes much difference
to you"
II thought it would be a good day
for you to go over to see that old deaf
Mrs. Otis. hear she tells everybody
she does not know her minister by
sight"
well, she won't acquire that knowl-
edge to-day, any way. Mary Denny
promised to call for me at the Aliens
and take me for a drive In her pony
carriage down to the lower mills at the
Pond, and that IL much pleasanter."
"Of course 1t Is; and such a lovely
day, too. You will have a charming
ride. I am 30 gladl 1t will do you
good to leave your writing, am sure"
Eyes; but about that old Mrs. Otisi
Can't you 60 there instead Of mei You
might"
"Of course I could. But she Il 80
cross I am half afraid Of her; and be-
sides, It L. you she wants to see, not
me-"
"r.et her take the best she can get"
said the unconscious egotist; 81 can't
CO."
"shall you be home to tea, Bos-
wsllr
81 rather think not. Mary said she
would leave me up at the Whites on
our way homei they are to have the