The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1918-07-13
THE THINGS HE LIKED.

Il don't want to bring up coal!
Cant Joe do it," whined William
Henry.
1T isn't his turn" said mother. Run
along, son, and do your work
4 wish could do just the things l
like grumbled William Henry. Il
don't see why | can't
He bumped the bod up the steps
and pushed it into place SO hard that
it nearly tipped over. Mother looked
displeased, but all she said was, You
may have your wish, William Henry,
for one day"
"Hurray!" shouted the boy. I'll be-
gin on my snowman. Where are my
mittens, Agnes"
Il am tired of darning,' said Agnes,
so l threw them in the settle"
William Henry drew on the mittens,
thrusting his fingers reprOachfully
| through the gaping holes. No one
| seemed to notice, however, so he went
off to the yard. The snowman grew
splendidly and though his fingers tin
gled William Henry worked on until
hunger made him wonder if dinner
was ready. No call from the house,
no bell. What could it mean? William
| Henry ran into the warm kitchen
Mother and Agnes were knitting and
| talking.
Where's dinner mother" asked
the hungry boy.
Agnes and I are tired of getting
dinners" said mother, smiling pleas
antIy, as usual. We like knitting, so
we kept at it. But here is some cold
meat and with some bread and milk
we shall get along famously.'
Il thought you were going to have
suet pudding with raisins in it, said
William Henry.
I'VE had no raisins, Agnes an
swered. Mamma wouldn't call you
| for an errand. for you don't like do
ing errands. Isn't it great. Billy, to
do just the things we like"
Billy was beginning to change his
mind. but he went back to his snow
man and tried to think he was having
a great time.
Hello, Billy. Going skating?"
Fred Burns and Joe Rafferty, were
at the gate Gee" shouted Billy,
guess I will. Just wait till l get my
skates
Your skates, SON." said Mrs. Reilly
when Billy rushed in. "Oh, you can't
use them. Papa was sharpening them,
but got tired after he did one. He
| doesn't like to sharpen skates, any
way"
"P'r'aps JOEL let me have a turn
on his" thought Billy, but Joe "didn' t
like to lend his skates.
"Everybody's hateful said William
| Henry; and then he remembered that
| he had refused Joe ride on his sled,
because he didn't like to take him
| on.
On the way home William Henry
stopped at Aunt Margaret's house.
This was her day for frying doughnuts.
| Bread and cold meat were not very
filing for a hungry boy. But Aunt
Margaret had no doughnuts.
Il ran out of lard, Billy she ex-
planned. You remember last week l
couldn't get down to the store, and
you didn't like to go for me"
| Billy remembered. He remembered,
| too, how kind Aunt Margaret always
was and mother, too, and father-and
Agnes. They never refused because
| they didn't like" to do this or that.
Never until today. Billy was beginning
to understand. Better still. he was
ashamed of being selfish. But he was
not boy to talk much.
| 'Fll go for the lard now, Aunt Mar
garrett, he said, and before he went
he filed the woodbox.
An hour later rosy-cheeked boy
ran into his own home And there he
found Agnes just finishing pair of
splendid warm mittens with "W. H"
worked into the wrists in red wool.
There was spicy smell in the Kitchen