Omaha daily bee., 1912-05-09

soft warmth in the air. Mamma, said
the little boy, speaking very softly.
mamma, is II tomorrow, YETI
Mol mean yes, little boy" said the
mother. hesitating an instant and tnen
answering quite decidsdiy& yes, little
boy, 1t is tomorrow-right now
"ohr' cried the little boy, beginning to
dance ike some kind OF a strange, merry
little toy wound up "oh, then we can go
into the real country and pick real TOW
ers with smelling to them. and watch
the real grass grow-and-and-
Eyes, indeed said the little boy
mother, I'VE can do all these things ana
we win, too And she took the little
bow and the little boys sister and put
on their rough, heavy shoes and their
good dark coats. and she tied up oox
OF sandwiches and some cookies win
ralsins In them and away they went to
the real country, to see the real flowers
with real smelling to them. and 70 watcn
the real grass grow, and to hear the rear
birds up In the trees telling each otner
all the real news about yesterday ana
TODAY and tomorrow and all the time
there ever is or ever win be.
And IL was cool in the shade and warm
in the sunshine. and it was thirsty work
walking; and there was real well by
the real roadside, and real woman
at the door Of the real farm house gave
them a real drink and took them out TO
the barn yard and let them see real
calf before il had begun to worry about
being q COW and acting respectable.
And there was rowdyish little stream,
running nowhere in particular. and, OF
course, there were fish In it--somewhere'
--even II 1t was only an inch deep, ana
all the real willows were out; you could
smell them a long way off with your
eyes shut.
once a hen flew ciucking across the
road. and after her there came peeplng.
peeping, one. two. three, four, six little
yellow things. all peeping for their lives
and holding their foolish stubs OF wings
up and running like mad. and asking the
old hen, SO the little boy thought.
whether il was tomorrow yet. And the
old hen was very cross and kept saying,
mo. no. Of course not,
anu AteAE7 ets 1e~to U.s. = ---eA-
and watched little yellow chickens and
pItied them because they were In today
yet, when he was IN the glorious tomor-
row. And he named them, one by one.
Daddy Rogers. and Miss Rub, and
James MetcaIf, and Rebeeca-aud the
others wouldn't wait to Be named. but
ran away. peeping louder than ever.
Poor things" sighed the little boy,
poor little things. Now they'll never
know what to say when they want To call
each other and ind out IL 1t is tomorrow
yet"
And the sun shone and the spring
beauties nodded from the edge Of the
woods, and the shooting stars cleaned
in the meadows and down by the rowdy
little stream that came from nowhere.
the vioiets stopped under their green
parasols and tried to see themselves IN
the clear brown water and they pre-
tending to be 50 shy and modest, TOO.
Over In the broad field the meadow
lark whistIed like a merry-hearted little
boy calling to his beloved vagahond. the
dog who follows him by day and by
night, step for step. and breath for
breath
Follow me-" whistled the lark high and
clear. Follow me. for where ! am is
spring And the little boy ran and
shouted and whirIed round and round
with delight. And the sister. who ought
TO be little and who isn't little at all. any
more, jumped over fences and hung from
low limbs Of accommodating trees, and
broke supple whips Of willow. and was q
fairy princess riding a milk white stsed.
and then she was circus rider In gor-
geons skirty coats, and then she was a
great queen and held her nose high In the
sir. and then she was a runaway colt
and whinnied and kicked Up her heels
and no enc said. oh. on, little girl. Your
knees are showing every minute"
And when the sun began TO sink the 1T
tie boy crent close TO his mother on one
side. and the sister. who ought to be llt-
tie. crspt close To her mother on thu
other side. and they al sat down on a