The Caucasian. (Clinton, N.C.) 188?-1913, 1912-10-10
THE BUGGIEs SADIE BOUGHT.

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Those baby buggies you may pack
and send TO the secondhand man.
said Mr.. Spencer. Everyone buys
go-carts nowadays, and these are %
hopelessly old-fashioned that We new
er could expect 10 sell them. IL We
get dollar apiece | shall be glad TO
get rid OF them"
20. Uncle Frank, would you sell
me one for a dollar?" asked an eager
voice.
What in the world do you want
with baby buggy. Sadie. and a
green. plush-lined one al that?'
laughed Mr.. Spencer. Its entirely
too big for your dolls, even IL you
took the whole family out at once. +"
But Sadie was in earnest. She had
come for a drive with her uncle to
the little town where he had bought
out store and was making plans to
dispose OF the goods, and as soon as
she saw the baby buggies brilliant
thought popped into her head. Il
want to take Mrs. Adler's baby but
riding in It," she said. You know,
Uncle Frank, they live in that big
tenement house back of us, and the
children have no place at all TO play
except right on the pavement; but If
you will sell me the buggy l can take
the baby out in it every day"
THAT is a fine plan" said Mr..
Spencer. But are you sure your
mamma will like it,"
Indeed she will said Sadie. "She
told me the next time she went down
town she would see the doctor about
that poor baby. But all it needed,
know she would be willing to have
me do something. I've got my dollar
right here, uncle" And she took a
shining coin out of little bead purse
that dangled from her belt.
How many girls could you find to
there only one poor baby in the tene-
ment house?" asked Uncle Frank
gravely.
There's just lots and lots OF
Them" said Sadie sadly, "but they
couldn't all use one buggy. 1 know
of a dozen girls who would be glad
to help, and the babies can take
turns, even if they can't all go at
once
CPL sell you the whole lot for one
dollar" said Mr.. Spencer, taking the
money, "and you and your little
friends can have a regular parade
every fine day. How will that do?"
REALLY and truly" said Sadie,
jumping down from her perch to
count the buggies. "Ten!" she ex-
claimed, breathlessly. "Thank you
ever and ever so much
Strangers who walk through the
beautiful, shady avenue are apt to
turn and look at the old-fashioned
baby buggies pushed by little girls
in pretty white dresses. The laugh
ing babies are clean and sweet, but
their clothes are often old and patch
ed, so visitors in the town cannot
understand the meaning of the gay
little procession. Once in a while a
lady stops the big policeman on that
beat and hears this explanation:
Eyes, ma'am,' the blue-coated police
man says with a smile, "the little
girls live on this avenue, but the
babies don't. They come from the
big tenement houses you can see over
the tops of the trees. Every year
there used to be lots Of little fu-
nerals from that place, but there
hasn't been one this summer. The
mothers put the babies in the bug
gies, and the children keep them out
under the trees hours at a time. And
lots of folks are taking an interest in
the babies, since they have seen how
pale they were at first. One lady
buys fresh milk every day and keeps
it On ice for them, another shows the
mothers how to battle them, and
somebody else sees about the clean