Norwich bulletin. [volume] (Norwich, Conn.) 1895-2011, 1917-01-04
Her Vocabulary.
Stonington.

'tWhen will 1 ever be able to write
compositions ?" Charlotte inquired in
an impatient tone. She had the poor
est compositions in her class and al
ways believed everything that's right
was born in you, and it was just pure
luck and nothing else. Here l am
not even able to find way to write
something about a story 1 have read,
so people will enjoy it,
Maybe L can help YOU" replied her
ever resourceful sister.
It's no use trying to- get anything
Into my brain. 1t simply won't stay
there. That's all there is to it. You
right be able to write something, but
me? Oh, poor mel"
And she fell to crying, which only in
creased her sisters interest in Char
lotte.
beginning with tomorrow, I want
you to take a pad and pencil with
you, and jot down every little phrase
you hear, which seems to impress
YOU" treasured Ethela.
-'Al right" Charlotte meekly an
swered, glancing at the clock, which
struck the hour of bedtime.
The next morning bright and early
pad and pencil in one hand and her
school books in the other.
On her way to school she came
across her friend Agnes and told her
the mission.
Il guess the first thing which will
i'm press you will be Miss Brown re-
minding you to work up for your next
composition" the mischievous Agnes
said.
%, well, that's something, any
howl"
A mother was taking her small
daughter to school. Leaving her in
sight of the two girls and the school
entrance, the mother kissed her child
and said:
Now, above all, be a good girl"
What do you think of that, Agnes?
Don't you think I'd better write that
ut sounded nice" demonstrated
Charlotte.
suit your own pleasure; I'm not
goin~ to put my nose in hot water"
snapped Agnes.
By this time the two chums had
reached the school door and meeting
some other classmates the subject
turned to other matters.
When the o'clock bell rang and it
was time to go home, Charlotte had
quite a number of phrases and clauses
scrubbed as they were down on the
pad.
Wont you let me read them?' beg
ged Agnes.
do you think I want to be laughed
at? Not much! I'll let you read my
first composition. though"
'swhen do you think you'll have 1T
"Why, I haven't gotten it started
yet, you know Well, goodbye. I'll see
you tomorrow" and Charlotte turned
into her own gate.
That evening two sisters could be
seen working busily over a compost
ton, the elder often assisting the
Younger in. her difficulties, which
proved many.
The day on which the monthly re-
port was read a girl all excited could
be seen anxiously waiting to hear her
name called and to hear her mark.
Charlotte Herbst-A," called the
teacher.
The bewildered Charlotte almost
cried with joy. At last she really could
write compositions.
On the way home that afternoon
Agnes was reading the prize compost
ton and came across many phrases
and clauses she had heard some time
Or other, but they were said in different
words.
1T really deserves an A, Charlotte"
answered Agnes, as she came to the
conclusion, but how did you do it?"
We'll, you know lately 1 had always
been trying to write something, which |
very seldom amounted to anything" |
cegan Charlotte, her face beaming |
with pleasure ''Ethela found out my |
fault and helped me a good deal by |
telling me not to try and use other |
peoples words, but to have a vocabu-
larry of my own" |
CECILIA STERRY, Age 10.
Brooklyn, N. Y.