Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1914-03-02


Tbs day after the dear Dear clil-
dren had had such a wonderful time
on the slide Dorothy awoke early.
She stretched her legs out to find
a nice, cool place in the sheets,
threw her arms over her head and
looked laziiy at the ceiling. trying
TO think which day it was.
A moment later she sat up in bed
suddenly, calling in a shrill whisper;
"Dayie! Davie-ee! Are you awake
There was no answer.
"Davie! Davie-eer Dorothy lis
tened for a reply, then slid out of
bed and pattered through the door
and across the narrow hall to Da-
Yle's room, lifting her feet very high
with each step, as il by doing this
she could avoid the chill of the pol
ished boards.
Davie was sound asleep; his head
pillowed one chubby bue-sleeved
arm. Dorothy looked at him for d
moment, then gave him q little
shake.
"Davie! Davie-ee," she whispered,
and then, as he stirred and partly
opened his eyes, aren't you ever
going to get up today? It's Satur-
day, and we can have a hundred
slides, most"
Let me lone" grunted Davie
sleepily.
Did you hear what |, said?"
Dorothy gave him u shake this time
that made his eyes open wide.
"W-what's the matter?' Davie
demanded. rs the house on fire?
What do you want?"
Dorothy glared. BY this time she
was angry, and her feet were cold.
II don't want anything she
cried. but l did want you to get
up and go out on the slide. It's
Saturday, and we can slide all day
But you needn't do it now. I'm
going by myself" And, holding her
nightgown high, Dorothy pattered
back over the cod floor to her
room, where she hoped in bed
lust to get the chill off, as she
said to herself.
In a moment she heard q thud,
and that was DaVie tumbling out
of bed, and in another moment she
heard a series of grunts, and that
was Davie putting on his shoes and
stockings.
He'll be dressed before 1 am II
don't hurry" whispered Dorothy
with smile, and then she jumped
out of bed for the second time, ran
in the bathroom and spiashed
about. hurried baEk and began to
don her clothes with marvellous
speed compared to the days when
there was nothing to make her
hurry except school. And school
never did, as nurse Nellie often
said.
Davie poked his head in the door.
His face was all smiles.
I'm ever so glad you woke me up,
and I'll be all dressed, If you'll help
me with the buttons. | didn't wake
nurse Nellie up not once, | didn't
cause maybe she'd said to stay IN
bed till the house got warm, like she
did last Sunday morning, cried
Davie, all in one breath.
Dorothy helped with the buttons,
gave Davies hair a pat or two with
her brush, gave a similar pat or two
TO her own, and then, hand i'm hand,
like two conspirators, they tip-toed
down the stairs.
Norah, the cook, was rafting
things in the kitchen and humming
an old lullaby very much off the
key
Lets try to get out without let
ting her hear us whispered Dor
othy.
"Why?' asked Davie. the practi-
cal, she won't scold, and she won't
tell"
Dorothy frowned. Don't talk SO
loud. o. course, she won't scold but
IL makes IL seem more-more-more
like in a book if we just go 'thort
anybody knowing 1t, like as II we
were a king and queen fleeing from
the mob" Dorothys eyes flashed