Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1916-09-06
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they are piled a foot thick, and spill |
all Nver the floor. A noble pile Of |
ashes is rooms best recommendation. |
In all else, I'm at your mercy. But
on those two points you are at mine
and I have none!'
"Well. I reckon I'll wash the kitchen /
windows" said Mrs. Pilng.
was saving up few sticks from
the orchard when the express man
drove up with the beds, the crockery.
and SO on. I called son Peter, who re-
sponded with Buster at his heels
"Peter," said I. you and I'll now set
up the beds. You ought to be in school,
though, by the way. Why aren't you?'
He'd ter bring nav over here" said
Peter.
THAT'S too bad. Aren't you sorry?"
Peter grinned at me and slowly
winked. I was very stern. "Neverthe-
less, you'll have a lesson" said. you
shall tell me the capitals of all the
states while we set up your bed"
Peter and I carried the beds, springs
and mattresses upstairs and suddenly
Buster appeared upon the scene. He
began to leave mud tracks all over the
freshly-painted floor, so that we had to
grab him up and wipe his paws With a
rag. Peter held him while I wiped,
and we fell to laughing, and forgot
Montana.
you'll have to get rubbers for him."
said 1.
c40I Dot 4JrOo
| ". Gee, rubbers on a dOgr' he cried.
'Buster'd eat 'em off in two seconds.
Say, where's Buster gOin' to sleep?"
We had to turn aside on our way
| downstairs for more furniture to make
Buster a bed in a box full Of excelsior
in the shed. We put him in it, and
went back to the porch. Buster fol-
lowed US. We took him back, anf
| put him in the box once more. He
vhacked the sides with his tail, as if
he enjoyed the game-and jumped out
as soon as we turned away.
Gee, he's too wide awake now"
said Peter.
So we fell over Buster for the rest os
the morning. I never saw a dog be-
fore nor since who could so success
fully get under your feet as Buster.
When scolded him, he undulated his
silly yellow body, sprang upon his hind
legs, and licked my hands. If 1 tried
to kick him, he regarded it as a game,
and bit my shoe lace. Peters shoe
laces, [ noted, were in shreds. But
Buster disappeared after a time, and
Peter and [ got the china and kitchen
ware all in, and Mrs Pillig had 1t
washed and in the cupboards before
he reappeared. He came down the
front stairs with one Of my bath slip
pers in his mouth, and, with a pro-
foundry proud undulat1on Of tail and
body, laid it at my feet for me to
throw, barking loudly. We all laughed,
but I took the slipper and beat him
with it, while Peter appeared on the
verge of tears.
mo, Buster" I cried. "You keep
out Of doors. Peter, put him out"
Peter resentfully deposited the pup
on the porch, and took my slipper back
upstairs. Meanwhile, Buster, after look
ing wistfully through the screen door
a second, pushed it open with his nose
and paw and re-entered, Immediately
sitting up on his hind legs and gazing
into my eyes with the most human
look I ever saw.
Buster" said I, "you are the limit.
Very well, stay in. I give upv'
Buster plopped down on all tours, as
If he understood perfectly, and took a
bite at my shoe string. I patted his
head. I had to. The pup was IRE
sistible.
"And what time will you have your
dinnerw asked Mrs. Pillig. ''There's
no meat in the house. Guess you for.
got to order the butcher to stop; but
there's eggs"
Eggs will do" said I, "and one
o'clock. Bert has his at twelve, but ]
want mine at one. Maybe shall have
a guest"
"a guestv she cried. "You wouldn't
be putin a guest on me the frs
mornin'r'
"Well, it's doubtful, I'm afraid"
answered. perhaps TIL wait till to
= morrow night, and have three guests
for supper-just Bert and his wife an(
-, their bOarder-sOrt of a housewarm
ing, you know. I want you TO make
pie"
- "Well, I reckon I can wait on tabl
stylish enough for Mrs. Temple sait
she, "and I'll make a lemon pie that'l
- make Bert Temple sorry he didn'
. marry me-"
Il shouldn't want you to wrec
Berts domestic happiness" said ]
"but make the pie, just the samev'
. went into the south room, and sa
= at my desk answering some letters
while I waited for dinner. I coul
hear the rattle of dishes in the kitche
:, the first Of those humble domesti
- sounds which we associate with th
- word home. Through the house, toe