Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-11-03

ST don't believe the baby would have taken
whooping cough, anyhow
II wish my Una, mamma Nv would 9, eoms
have burfdlys when she's here
Never mind lucky" said Mary, putting
her arm comfortingly around her little
brother Perhaps something will-will
happen dear. SO We can have good time.
Tucker sobbed himself to sleep that night
thinking of the dear mother and father VINO
had gone away off over the water, and mad
been away from their little family so long,
and the two little girls, older than he, had
hard work to keep their salt tears from
mingling, with their bread and Jam as they
ate their supper. OF course, Aunty Scott
could not be expected to stay there with
her precious new baby, when Tucker had
the whooping cough, and the two girls
would probably have 1t, too. But 1t ism [
much fun to be left in large strange
house under the care of strange servants,
with no one to speak to and no one to
really love you.
1--WE mustn't blame lucky for it, said
Mary, gently, after the little boy had been
tucked up in bed. He couldn't help it.
Yes, he could have declared Rosabel.
"Aunty Scott told him he mustn't go any
where near that little boy VINO had whoop-
ing cough ana he didn't mind her. and
that how he got 1t.
.'WelI. miss, I'd like to know if you all
ways obey" cried Mary. You went in
wading that very day, when Aunty Scott
told you that you'd catch pew-pew-pew-
monia."
But | didn't catch it" said Rosabel.
But you were just wicked as Tucker
was" declared Mary. and you really ought
TO have been just as much punished.
We'll. 1 guess this is punishment, isn't
it?" cried Rosabel, being SHUT up here
away from everything.
Yes, and 1 am punished, too, added
Mary softly, though L was good"
You poor little thing cried Rosabel- Il
am very sorry, dear-you're a regular
hric,. Mary not to complain.
Never mind" said Mary. I'D rather be
with you than anywhere else. Why, I'd be
miserable away from you and lucky. And,
Rosabel. lucky is only six years old, and
we ought to make him happy as We can
"Let's-let's celebrate his birthday some
how" suggested Rosabel. How shall we
do it?'
Two little heads were close together till
bedtime laying plans for the morrow, and
a great deal of whispering went on after
the lights were turned out and the house
maid had gone downstairs.
Three such lonely ittle children they
were with no one to kiss them good
night, or to tuck them in. except the house
maid. who was apt to be very cross.
The next morning. Lizzie. the hOusemaid
was helping Tucker dress when Mary said
TO her suddenly:
DO you think Aunty Scott would mind
Lizzie If 1 went down to see COOKE"
Sure no. said Lizzie. she didn't want
We afther bein quite lonesome these days
with SO little cookin'."
Mary glanced at ROsabel and smiled. and
then down to the kitchen she danced.
Aunty Scott's cook was supposed to be a
very dreadful person who must not be
bothered a bit, for fear she might give
garnin'." But Mary felt as brave a lion.
To the little girls great surprise Norah
was just a fat, good-natured cook, not a
bit terrible.
Eye poor little motherless childher," she
said lifting Mary into her big lap, and
smoothing her hair. An so the little
mans birthday? An ye want to keep him