Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1914-02-23
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you about taking off your boots and
putting on slippers the very minute
you get to school," mother Dear
told him, the teacher will help
you"
Huh! I'm nearly seven, and she
don't have TO help me-" said Davie,
Importantly. "'sides, she's too busy
helping the little boys" he added
with glance at Dorothy.
For once, Dorothy did not take
advantage of an opportunity to ac-
cuse Davie of Dragging. She was
looking mournfully out at the fall
ing snow, her spoon held midway
between her plate and her mouth.
Father Dear leaned over and
touched her on the shoulder.
What are you dreaming about,
little SISTER" he wanted to know. =.
Dorothy jumped
Il wasn't dreaming at ALL" she
said, 81 was wishing 1 didn't have
to go to school today, and that l
could have hip-boots like Davies
and go in all of the biggest drifts.
Stead of that, I have to pick my
way and walk in all of the shoveled
places, and not have any fun at ALL
THAT'S cause you're girl. Girls
never have fun" cried Davie with
glee, I'm ever so glad I'm not a
girl"
"I'm sorry, daughter" said
mother Dear, as she poured q Sec
ond cup OF coffee for father Dear,
land when you come home from
school, I'll show you how the girls
and boys used to bundle themselves
up for snow-play when 1 was
girl. Do You remember, John%'
do Il" father Dear chuckled.
"solne day, children, I'll tell you
the story of the first day l saw
your mother. I chased her about
quarter of a mile, caught her and
washed her face with snow until it
was as red as a ripe tomato"
ibid you, father? And did she
holler?" Davie leaned forward, his
face aglow.
"Did she 'holler'! You just ask
her." said father Dear, sit makes
my ears ring now, to think Of it,
And then"
Now, John, you've told enough"
said mother Dear, frowntng and
smiling all at once. Besides, it is
time for the children to run upstairs
and get ready for school"
Lock at mothers face. It's
awful red now" said Davie. "Why,
mother?'
you'll be late for school IL you
don't hurry" mother Dear hastily
told him. I'm afraid it's too late
right now to put on your hip boots"
Davie flew from the room, calling
to nurse Nellie to hurry and help
him. Dorothy followed, laughing
you knew how to make him start,
didn't you, mother"
On the way to school, Davie
ploughed through the drifts. stop
ping every minute to tell Dorothy
how splendid it was and didn't she
wish she had boots too, until Doro-
thy quite wanted to cry. And she
kept wondering what mother Bears
surprise would be. "I'll be nice, I
guess" said Dorothy to herself. 20
course it will. II it'll let me play In
the drifts"
looked around for Davie. ebut no
Davie could be seen. A smothered
voice called, "Dor'thy, come-help-
mel"
Dorothy looked anxiously in every
direction. and at last she saw pair
of black something's Stockings out
OF a big drift.
They must be Davies boots" said
Dorothy, running toward them, and,
sure enough. thew were. Dorothy
tugged and pulled and finally was
successful in enabling Davie to get
right side UP again.
you look like q snow man." she
cried. laughing. as Davie. red and
pouty, began to brush himself of,
you're just covered from head to
foot
Huh! You wouldn't laugh if it,
was YOU that fell said Davie cross
ly. 81 was running and just went
head first. did. You never had a
fall as bad as that Dor'thy Dear,
you never did"
Dorothy smiled teasingly. as she
helped Davie brush the snow from
his coat.
'"Girls don't go in drifts" she said,
land neither would boys, If they
didn't have hip boots"
HUH" said Davle.