Connecticut western news., 1915-09-02

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 "Of course II>n ;,rr di..t.>nt." Mrs. Schoiield returned upoiogctically. But q mother l;nUwS"-
 "rcnrOd," said Aunt sarah solemnly, does your father understand you:"
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 About as much as he'd understand Sitting Buil.' she laughed And I'll tell you what your mother thinks you are. Penrod. Her real belief is that you're novice ill a convent"
 "AIa'amT'
 Aunt SaruE!'
 Il know she thinks that. because whenever you don't behave like novice shes disappointed in you. And your father really believes that you're il decorous, well trained young busi- ness man, and whenever you don't live up to that standard you get on his nerves and he thinks you need d wal loping. I'm sure day very seldom passes without their both saying they don't know what on earth to do with you. Does whipping do you any good. Penrod?"
 'Ma'am?"
 GO on and finish the lemonade. There's about a glaSStul left. Oh. take it, take it. and don't say why! Of course you're q little pig"
 Penrod Llughcd gratefully. his eyes fixed upon her over the rim of his up tilted glass.
 Fill yourself up uncomfortably," said the old lady. You're twelve years old, and you ought to be happy-if you 1900 years of Christianity and some hundreds of thousands of years of other things to produce you. and there you sit.'
 "AIa'am:"
 It'll he your turn to struggle and muss things Hp s~s tho bettcrmcnt of EOStcrity soon enough" said Aunt Sar- ah Grim. Drink your lcmonadei" Aunt Sarah's Il fanny old lady" Pen rod observed on the way back to the town. Whats she want me to give papa this old sling for: Last thing she said WIS to he sure not to forget tu give it to him. He don't want it. and she said herself it aiu't any good. She's older than you or papa. isn't she?'
 About fifty years older" answered Mrs. Scholield, turning upon him stare of perpleXity. Don't cut into the leather with your new knife. dear The liveryman r@sht ask us to pay i if No, l wouldn't scrape the paint off either-nOr whittle your shoe with it. Couldn't you put it up until we get home%'
 -We goin' straight homeY
 "No. We're going to stop at Mrs. Gelbraith's and ask a strange little girl to come to your party this afternoon"
 "Who?"
 "Her name is Fanchon. She's Mrs. Gelbraith's little niece.-
 What makes her so queer?"
 I didn't say she's queer"
 You said"-
 "No; I mean that she is a stranger She lives in New York and has come to visit here.''
 What's she live in New York forY'
 "Because her parents live there You must be very nice to her. Penrod. She has been very carefully brought up. Besides, she doesn't know the children here, and you must help to keep her from feeling lonely at your party"
 "Yes'm.''
 When they reached Mrs. GelbraithS Penrod sat patiently humpcd upon gilt chair during the lengthy exchange | of greetings between his mother and 1 Mrs. GeibPaith. That is one of tho things Il boy must learn to bear. l T., there is always a long and dreary wait for him, while the two appear to be using strange sy9bols of speech, talk ing for the greater part. it seems to him, simultaneously, and employing n wholly incOmprehenSibie system of cm- l rhas!s at other times not in vogue. Penrod twisted his legs. his cap and his nose.
 Here she is!' Mrs. Gclhraith cried l unexpectedly, and Il dark haired. de- mure person entered the ruem wear ing look of gracious social eXpcctan- cy. In years she was eleven, fin man. ner about siXty-iiyc, and evidently had | lived much at court. She performed courtesy in acknowledgment of Mrs. Sch0feld's greeting and bestowed her hand upon Pcnrod, who had entertain ed no hope or such an honor, showed his surprise that it should come to him and was plainly unable to decide what to do about it.
 "EancbOn, deaES' said Mrs. .Gelblaith, "take Penrod oft in the yard for awhile and play
 "Lct go the little girls hand. Pen rod" Mrs. Scho1cld laughed as the children turned toward the door.
 TCoutnued next week.
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