Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1914-05-11


The grass feels SO nice and cool
on bare feet. Let's do it,"
"All right" Fat little Billy rolled
over and sat up Il haven't had
mine off in years and years, I
guess"
And you're not going 10 take
them off now" said his sister,
Mary Elizabeth, with an i'm portant
air, its lots too early. You'd have
a sore throat with patches on Il
by tomorrow"
Davie looked Disguised.
Girls are just like mothers, al
ways fussing," said he. IF Billy
caught a cold it'd be his cold.
wouldn't it? Not Yours"
"Davie, don't be smart cut in
Dorothy, MARY Lizbeth has to
look after Billy when her mother
isn't around, just like l have to
look after you"
Huh! you look after me! I'd like
to see you try it." 1t was Davies
turn to roll over and sit up, the
better to glare at his sister, who
was gazing down at the grass with
the utmost unconcern. Davie glared
at the top of her bright. golden
head.
I'D like to see you try it," he re-
peated Then he clambered to his
feet. I'm not going to stay around
girls. They just want TO act smart
and pick quarrels. Come on, Billy!
Well have some fun even If we
can't take off our shoes and stock
ings."
Billy was Davies devoted admirer
He was ready and willing to follow
DaYie to the end of the earth,
chnI1Id nayFfa dncfda haf
to take the trip. Now he scrambled
to his feet. and with a glance of
disdain at the girls that was as
much like Davies as he could make
it, followed at Davies heels.
Where are we going" asked
Billy.
Don't know yet" said Davie,
gruffly.
Dorothy and Mary Elizabeth look
ed after them. Dorothy shook her
head.
''Davie has the awfullest DISPOSE
tion," said she, even mother says
so. He gets furious over nothing,
and screams and kicks things
not people, but chairs and the wall
and then in a minute he's all over
1t, and is ever so sorry. Funny,
isn't it?''
A1AEoDtAh dnlths
"Everybody's funny" she de-
clared, you're funny, and I'm
funny, in some ways. Even our
mothers and fathers are funny, so
you can't really blame Davie for
being funny, too"
How am I funny" demanded
Dorothy, looking at Mary Elizabeth
from out of the corner of her eye.
Cause you are,' said Mary
Elizabeth. "and so am l, and"
But how?' interrupted Dorothy.
II want to know"
Mary Elizabeth considered
''We-ell," she said after a mo-
ment, you're funny cause you'd
rather read than run and play, and
you'd rather sit in the sun and
watch the clouds than talk to peo-
pie. You like to make b'lieve
things. and you get angry if peo-
pie don't always understand what
| you're making believe about"
! Yes, and you love to have people
say your hairs pretty, and you love
to look in the glass at yourself and
talk. You've got a temper, too"
! Mary Elizabeth ended; Its al
! most as bad as Davies, only it's
different kind"
! Dorothy gasped.
Il don't think those things are
funny said she. II like to do those
things 'cause-'cause it's me,
guess; but they're not funny"
mot to you" said Mary Eliza
beth, "but to other people Why
some are even funny to me-"
Dorothy became trifle indignant.
Il guess you're funny. too, Mary
'Lizbeth Brown" cried she, "for one
thing, you're a tomboy, and for an
other
But cry of triumph from Mary
Elizabeth interrupted her. That's
just what I've been saying! Every
/ body's funny to everybody else"
And then Dorothy saw the point,
and decided that in future she
would have less to say about
Davies disnosition