The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1908-05-16
"A WALK I
WITH JOYCE
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advantages are surely calculated to
content any reasonable soul. She 10
extremely pretty, and ut times ex-
tremely wicked, combination which
understand is not uncommon in this
pretty world. She has wide, insinuat
Ing brown eyes, an expreesively
retrousse little nose, and . mouth
but, Ia Ia! her mouth 10 capable Of
expressing 90 many emotions that It
beggars my modest powers Of de-
scription. Her little brown head
10 arranged with six little cork
screw curls, tied at one side ton state
occasions) with Q bow Of blue ribbon.
giving her q fascinating appearance.
Joyce loves most people. and every
body loves her. which is an entirely
agreeable arrangement; but also her
affections are comparative. imagine
her heart to contain . welfregulated
thermometer, beginning at 80 and go
Ing up to $50, or theresbouts. Against
$50 are written Mummie and DadAie,
jimmie, an ancient but enterprising
donkey who takes her for drives. and
last but perhaps in largest letters.
Grannie, for grannie 10 ~ devoted a.
al grannies should be, and adores
without spelling her. Joyce has a be-
lief unfailing in her grannie-no one
Is so wise, no one SO kind. no one SO
worthy of universal respect; and he
who dares to say q word against her,
or forgets to give her her due, must
reckon with Joyce, formidable ad-
versary indeed. fondly believe that
occupy a place somewhere near. but
mere aunt has no right to compete
with grannies. Occasionally am
privileged to take Joyce for walk.
Joyce" suggested one morning,
"shall we take the air in the park?"
do you think you could take care
Of mel" inquired Joyce, doubtfully.
"That is not the question" ! ex-
planned; "can you take care Of mel?
Joyce faced the responsibility
bravely. I'll try" she answered; SO
we went upstairs to get ready. She
was dressed In her best coat, but
when It came to her Sunday hat, OF
Hoppy description, she rejected it
firmly. Nurse" she said, quietly but
positively, Il will not wear that hat,
1t doesn't suit me-" so nurse, who Sc
cretly agreed, submissively sought out
another.
Joyce" said, sternly, little girls
must obey their elders"
Should they?" she said; and then
inspiredly: why don't you do what
grannie tells you, Them"
Il am not little girl" I explained.
hastily.
Aren't your" said Joyce, with some
sarcasm. was glad that the obvious
retort had escaped her, but she made
up for 1t. You're very young, you
know" she affirmed. II heard my
grannie tell mummie that 1t was the
only excuse for you"
1 hastily changed the subject Arc
you ready?" ! asked.
Joyce leapt from her seat, banging
her nose against the table. Accidents
will happen" she quoted, philosophic-
ally, as she vigorously rubbed it.
We sailed forth hand in hand, walk.
ing at a good rate.
Good morning, mister" remarked
Joyce suddenly. apparently to no, one
In particular.
Whom we're you addressing?" in
quired.
She indicated a beery-eyed crossing
sweeper. "A friend o. nine," she ex-
planned. Joyce's friends are, indeed,
many and various.
As I'VE walked along, my observant
niece directed my attention to many
objects of interest that would have
otherwise escaped my notice. Look
at that shockin' little boy runnin'
away from his nurse. What do you
think will happen to him?" inquired
Joyce, delightedly.
Something awful" thought.
"A policeman" suggested Joyce.
with bated breath; but just then the
runaway's UBIQUITOUS career was cut
short by curbstone, and he fell head
long upon the pavement
Joyce's eyes filed with tears. Hes
hurt hisself!" she cried: and disre-
garding nurses Gov mand never to
leave 60 my hand, she ran to comfort
him. She pulled him up end tried to
quiet his sobs. Would you like this?'
she asked, and held up q small black
doll. The little boy grabbed II I'M
graciously and, ceasing to howl, sought
refuge In his nurses arms. Joyce re-
joined me. Pore little feller," she
said; and then, with a burst of indig-
nation: He might have said Thank
you though"
quite agreed.
But boys hasn't much manners
she explained, and again
] quite agreed.
Joyce now became engaged upon q
task to which believe We all were
slaves In our youth-namely, that Of
taking each pavins-stone at . stride
sometimes short. sometimes long. 1t
made our progress . trife uncertain.
We did reach the park, however. and
Joyce having conducted me through
the most fashionable perambulator-
walks, suggested rest and some
lunch--a collection Of ambitious-l look
Ing fancy biscuits, which seemed 70
i1iaaolve into cruu1ha more ennily than