The St. Mary banner. (Franklin, Parish of St. Mary, La.) 1889-1931, 1908-08-15
Meals MOVING Day.

Meals Moving Day.
If could only live in a tent or the
barn." grumbled Neal, 1T would suit
me lots better than here In the house"
Neal had been sent from the table
to wash his hands and came back
pouting. Il just wish l was an In
dian"
1T would be very nice in some
ways to be an Indian or a tramp" re-
marked papa, pleasantly. Il always
enjoyed camping out when l was a
boy"
Il wish I could do that now" said
Neal, letting a little Of the frown
fade away. 1.-The new corn-crib would
be dandy place."
why don't you try IT," asked pa
pa, as il living in a corn-crib were an
everyday affair with small boys. I'VE
won't put any corn in it till cold
weather comes"
Mamma wouldn't let me-" said
Neal. Please, please let me do it,
mamma. It would be such fun"
We'll, you might try it," said his
mother, easily. When do you want
to beg1n""
This very day." cried Neal hurry
ing down his food. iii have this
for my moving day."
No one seemed to notice that he
hurried through with his dinner nor
that he left without saying. Excuse
me-" He hurried to the play-room,
and began selecting things to move
to his new home. 1t took only lit
tie while to get all the things out
that Neal wanted. By one O'Clock all
were in the corn-crib.
Il guess I'm hungry" said Neal
to himself after he had tried the
blanket in which he was to sleep, and
had arranged his playthings to his
liking. iii go and see If Mary has
some cookies"
$50 you are tramp. are you?"
asked Mary, looking him over as he
raped at the back door. Il never
feed tramps unless they earn what
they get. You carry in all those
kindlings and Ill see about some
thing to eat"
Neal had seen the real tramps
splitting wood for Mary many time
before she gave them bread and meat
and coffee. but he did not know how
they felt doing the work before eat
ing. Long before the wood-box was
flied he thought he must take one
OF the nice fresh cookies; but, when
the last stick was neatly piled in the
box, Mary was ready with tin Of
milk and some bread and butter.
''Sit on the STEP" she said.
please, Mary, I'd like to nave .
cooky." said Neal timidly. 'I'l
wash my hands before take It, II
you'll only let me-"
"Beggars mustn't be choosers," said
Mary, grimly. If fed cookies to
every tramp that comes this way.
wouldn't have any for my folks"
Neal was very glad for the bread
and milk, but he could not forget the |
smell Of the warm cakes. Mary al
ways saved the big corner cakes for |
him when he washed his hands par.
clean. but today he scrub
bed and soaped to no purpose. After |
the little lunch he wandered forlorn-
ly to the new corn-crib and wrapped
himself in his blanket to cry. It
was twilight when he awoke, and he
went to the house to find the family
eating supper, just as II they had for
gotten all about him. He could stand
It no longer, but rushed in and sob
bed out his troubles.
II want to move back" he wept.
Il don't like the new corn-crib bit"
"All right" said papa and mamma
together. Come right up to the table.
now" But Neal would not come until
he had washed his hands and brush
I'd his hair, and from that very day
there was no more pouting about be-
ing clean. Two movings In one day
have been all Neal has ever wanted.
-Hilda Richmond, in Sunday School
Times.