The Caucasian. (Clinton, N.C.) 188?-1913, 1912-06-13
HOW THEY WERE CURED.

I'll tell you, Daisy. something
nicer than playing dominoes,' said
Kitty, packing them neatly away in
the box. Its helping each other i'm
prove"
"How?" asked Daisy, setting back
into her chair, for good listen,' as
she said when story was in order.
We'll, just this way. Well each
get a little blank-book and then write
down each others faults, then trade
books, you see."
"Splendid!" cried Daisy, skipping
out of her chair, and clapping her
hands, land we'll have it for Sc
crick' and not tell anybody"
Daisy lived next door to Kitty and
they were almost constantly together
during their waking hours, and aside
from occasional little spats," which
never lasted but a moment or two,
they were the most peaceable OF
playmates and it gave one pleasure
to see them together
The program has changed COM
their usual happy and contented way,
they fell to studying one another
critically, and making laborious en-
tries.
A GOODNESS and a feeling of UNI
friendliness, such as they had never
before experienced, gradually came
between them. The day at length
arrived when the books were to re-
veal to each her faults. Daisy came
over, and with many misgivings the
books silently changed hands and
they sat down to read.
For long time the ticking of the
clock and the purring of the kitten
in the window were the only sounds
in the room. Then little book came
flying across the floor, turning many
somersaults before it collapsed utter
ly, and an angry voice exclaimed:
You are just as mean as you can
be to write such things about mel
and Kitty's tears began to flow.
well, you are a hateful old thing,
and l shant never come to see you
again. So there!" and Daisy fiounced
out of the house in high dudgeon, too
angry and hurt to even think of her
hat.
Kitty threw herself on the sofa,
and here her mother found her, bun
died into detected little heap in one
corner of it, crying bitterly.
why, Kitty! what is the matter,
and where is Daisy?"
Gone home; we've it,'' sobbed
Kitty.
Impossible. How hid it happen %
exclaimed her mother, sitting down
beside her; and by few adroitly put
questions she learned the trouble,
and, picking up the books off the
floor, she read the following:
Kitty's Faults.
Don't bite your nails so much.
Don't feel so big in your white hat.
Don't leave your clothes on the
floor.
Don't sit on your foot, it's un-
proper.
Don't be mad when Freddie Blake
gives me gumdrOpS.
Don't carry my doll by the leg.
Don't blow on my bird when he
sings too loud
Button up your own shoes, I do.
Daisy's Faults.
Don't throw your bonnet on a
chair.
Don't get mad when I dress the
kitten up in your dolls best things
Put your hand over your mouth
when you cape.
Don't act so silly in Sunday school
You make me sick.
Don't think you are so smart some
times before the boys.
Don't open your mouth so wide
when you laugh.
With difficulty Kitty's mother sup
pressed laugh that threatened te
burst forth, and said:
we can not expect to keep oul
friends il we criticize them in this
way. We find it hard to bear wher
told our faults in the kindest ant
gentlest manner. Our enemies are
ever ready to enlighten US on thai
score, and even then it does MOI
wound us when friend takes us il
hand. 1t takes any amount of tact
my dear, and, instead of searching
ont the faults, it's better to find Out
the good qualities; then you had bet
ter write note to Daisy at once and