The Washington times., 1905-12-17
PoLLY'S PoUTS.

Polly was really not a bad little girl,
but she often had spells of pouting
Perhaps there are other little girls (and
boys, too) who have formed the same
bad habit. II so. let them read this
story.
Now. Polly was the only child of a
pair or doting parents. and therefore
She was somewhat spoiled" that is TO
say, Polly had her own way in most
everything. and on occasions when she
was denied this privilege-well. she be-
haved quite naughty. Immediately in
dulgins in her pouting spells. Some
times she wanted too much sugar on
her oatmeal-tor sugar In great quanti-
ties was not good for PoIly-and when
her mamma shook her head Polly would
angrily throw down her spoon on the
table, or sometimes on the floor, and
stick her lips out dreadfully. Again,
Polly would insist on running out In
the rain without overshoes and water
proof on, and when her mamma object
ed 10 such conduct, the little girl would
ugly mouth.
One day while playing in the park
with several little friends she refused to
give up the skipping rope lent her by
one Of them. AS the child insisted.
Polly lost her temper, and fiinging the
rope on the ground stamped her feet
TO give vent TO her rage. When she
turned around TO see the effect of hee
act her face was distorted by the ug-
lest frown over her blue eyes, and a
hideous pout puckered her lips.
the benches near by had been watching
the scene with interest. She was the
mother OF one of Polly's little play
please come here said the lady.
holding out hand toward Polly But
PoIiy drew back, pouting still. II don't
ly. tossing her curls again Then she
wrinkled her forehead in another scowI
But Il you know that l have a fairy
story 70 tell would you Gomez" persisted
smiling w OAlT
Now. of all things in the world Polly
loved fairy stories best. The tempta-
tiop was too much for her to withstand.
She edged herself nearer and nearer the
bench. not wishing to go at once for
that would look as though she were
giving up
naughtine IS the lady began: "Once upon
time taH fairy stories begin this way
you know. there dwelt In this city a
little girl who was at times very naugh-
y. She did not realize that her elders
knew better than she what was for ner
own good II Ehe were denied a single
thing she desired she would make such
terrible faces, scowling and pouting,
that after a few years her visage be-
came terribly marked and hideously
ugly 20 look upon This made other
children fear .ler, and even grown up
people avoided her on account of her
bad temper and selfish ways. Just
1T is ruined by scowls and poutst For.
you know, scowling, frowning, and pout-
Ing will mark the face dreadfully II con-
tinued."
DO they mark like smallpox" asked
Polly. deeply moved.
''Oh, yes. even worse" assured the
lady. But to continue my story: ALI
through life this little girl was left to
her own mpanionship. for no other
child would play with ner. she WIS so
selfish and ug!y-faeed. Then she grew
up, and grown people avoided her as
much as the children had done She
grew to be a regular old witch. with no
friends or companions. And IL all hap
pened through her being naughty little
girl, for good people grow from good
children and bad people grow from
naughty little ones"
The lady paused and looked at Polly
intently. Polly glanced up, and, under
standing the point of the story, her lips
ouivered and her blue eyes filed with
tears Impulsively she flung her arms
about the sweet lady's neck and sobbed
out: I'll never, never pout nor frown