Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1912-07-20
Annette And
Celia

Annette and Celia were two little
sisters. Annette was slender and dark,
and Celia rosy and plump; but both
were so pretty that I could not say
which was the prettier. The summer
that Annette was six and Celia three
they made visit to their grandmother
while their mother stayed at home
with tiny new sister Julie. On this
visit they were good children In the
main, but sometimes they fell into
mischief, as even good children Will.
Now / have noticed that even the
best Of boys and girls like to hear
about the mischievous doings Of other
children, so l will tell the little read
ers of the Courier Junior not how
obedient Annette and Celia were to
their grandmother and their nurse,
not how pleasantly they usually
played together, but how twice they
were naughty.
It was Celia who first set the neigh
borhood to talking,
Across the street from their grand
mothers lived nice old lady named
Mrs. Clarke. Mrs. Clarke had no grand
children of her own, SO she made much
of her friends, and for Celia she had
a special fondness. Whenever Celia
came to call, she brought out from her
pantry plate Of cookies. Sometimes
the cookies were sugary and round,
sometimes they were brown with seal
loped edges, sometimes they had a
hole in the middle, and sometimes a
raisin. But always they were delicious,
and Celia called often.
One morning, when Celia dropped
in, Mrs. Clarke did not Immediately
rise and go to the pantry. She contin-
ued to sew by the window. Celia sat
on the edge of her chair, swung her
short, fat legs, and cast suggestive
glances at the pantry door. She
thought Mrs. Clarke had forgotten the
proper amenities Of the occasion, and
conversation was not brisk.
At last Mrs. Clarke observed that
| her small guest was looking toward
the pantry.
"I am sorry, Celia she said, Il am
all out of cookies today"
Said that naughty little Celia, I'D
like to see the plate!"
Annette was responsible for the next
piece of mischief. 1t had been a dull,
rainy day, and in addition to the rain
their grandmother and their nurse
seemed less attentive to them than
usual, and now, late in the afternoon,
they had left them for little while
quite alone. Annette and Celia were
tired Of all their toys.
Lets play barber" suggested An
nette.
whats that?" asked Celia.
"a barber cuts your hair. He ties an
apron or something about your neck,
and ships with his scissors, and then
he rubs something sweet on your hair.
7 went to a BARRIERS once. Papa goes
often. It's fun"
"All right" said Celia.
"First I'll be barber" Annette said.
"and cut your hair, and then you can
cut mine
"All right, Celia said again.
She thought the new game sounded
interesting. She was too young to
know that they were being naughty,
though I think Annette suspected it.
But her long, dark hair that wouldn't
curl was a great trial to Annette.
Nurse thought that little girls hair
must curl, and so she twisted An
nette's locks in paper each night at
bedtime How uncomfortable those
small hard knobs of twisted paper and
hair were when Annette laid her head
on the pillow at night, and in the morn
ing how nurse pulled at the tangles!
And then, in spite of all nurses ef-