The Intermountain Catholic. (Salt Lake City [Utah] ;) 1899-1920, 1906-01-06
What She Was Thinking OF.

Newark business man who believes that no
is ever rich IN friends that he cannot afford
to make more, had an odd interview with slip of
girl which he has written out just as it happened
for the Call, and which is given below Perhaps he
was thinking as he wrote that glimpse of the
life of the poor just the edge of the holiday
season might cause few busy folks like himself to
WE'LL loosen up on their purse-strings bit, and
to remember that any one can find deserving little
folk and big folk for that matter if he makes him
self his own bureau of associated charities takes
an hour two away from business and walks
through some of the narrow squalid streets he
perhaps had never yet poked his nose into.
A tragedy had into the life of wee tot
of years, and she wanted some one to tell it to-
l waiting for streetcar at noon East
Ferry street. at the crossing which is near the
bridge of the Central railroad, and as this wee
tot approached she looked up at the railroad over
head and halted near me. After some hesitation
she approached and, looking up into my face, said,
"Hello!"
replied 'Hello, little girl!-and what is your
nameW
my names Robinson" says she, and with this
introduction our acquaintance began She had
on blue woolly hat and little blue coat; her
round baby face, with its little gray eyes and only
penny's worth of nose had an expression of what
in an older face would be termed care," but could
not be considered any seriously here than
reflection of, perhaps, the mothers cares
Then her two little feet, with their ten dear
little 'pink" toes (maybe) were encased in a pair
of forlorn old shoes, with the soes about gone;
while china buttons and grocery store Irvine served
to hold them on her So much for the figure.
Said she: "Do you know what | thinking
as / was coming along?"
No" said I what were you thinking?"
Il was looking up at the railroad" said she,
and thinking that my poor grandpa wouldn't
never come to see us any more. He won't, will
he? My grandpa, he died last week."
That's too bad" said |; where did your
grandpa live?'
why, he lived in Brooklyn" said my little
friend, punctuating her conversation with GER
tain deliberateness regulated by pulled rice ker
nels passed into her mouth, one or two at time,
as her little hands fshed them up out of the peck
cts of the blue coat; "and" she continued "the
last time he came to see us, he said, We'll, good
bye, I'll see you again next Sunday and do you
know before next Sunday came, my ma, she got
telephone, and the telephone said, Are you Mrs.
Robinson? Well, your pa, what lives in Brooklyn,
he's dead-come over Ny ma, she went over, and
when she come home again, she told u.s. and
my little brother and sister, all about it."
eve in bed and she walked us up, and when
she teed about it ] was so surprised that I
fell out of bed on my head"
Her little pipey voide rippled with a laugh.
"Ha, hal" said she, wasn't that funny?"
eyes" said |, "that was funny; and now, little
girl, where are you going?"
ooh, Pm going to school now," said she.
"Goodbye!" and she went skipping along and
joined the other children on their way to school
Exchange