Omaha daily bee., 1921-08-14
Stories by Our Little Folks

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Now Brother Ned was young man
of l8 and, of course, had every
thing of his always in his room or
in the big oak chest. But that did
not keep little sister from spying
around.
As she hurriedly gave the duster. a
quick sweep over the window sill she
spied something on the dresser. 1t
was large colored box with a
beautiful big purple ribbon tied
around it. Her eye fell upon little
white card attached to the box. Miss
Helen Day, from your sweetheart
was written in her brother, Ned's.
handwriting.
She slipped off the lid and there
was lot of lovely chocolates, "Oh,
my, | just must have dozen OF
these nice chocolates Getting
some paper she wrote the following
words: please, but just had to
take dozen of these candies, they
looked so good, so you won't care,
even if they are expensive" Un-
fortunately she did not sign her
name at the end of the note, nor did
she write her brothers name at the
heading of the note, so one reading
it would not know who the note was
to or from. Slipping the ribbon
back on the box she skipped out in
the garden and under a nice shady
tree she settled herself down with
book in hand and lap full of
candy to enjoy the afternoon. Be-
fore she knew it a car stopped in
front of the house and her mother
got out with a number of bundles.
What was more there was the COM
pany that her mother had talked
about bringing home. The parlor
was not busted and what would
mother say. Jumping up Dorothy
hurried up the back steps and up
stairs to the bathroom to get
cleaned up before her mother saw
her.
Dorothy! oh Dorothy!" called
her mother, come here, where
minute" By the time Dorothy had
made herself look presentable she
hurried downstairs looking as fresh
as a rose. Dorothy was introduced
to the company and her mother
called her in the kitchen, She
asked: Dorothy, when I brought
home company expected the parlor
to be busted and now, look, you have
disobeyed me and see the results" !"
Dorothy" called her father from
the parlor, won't you come and play
for us your new piece, please
She came in slowly and, hanging
her head, said under her breath, Il
don't know it, papa, / forgot to prac-
tice it." The words came to mothers
ears and after Dorothy was ex-
cused she took her in the other room
and said" Dorothy l told you to
practice this afternoon and your new
piece especially. Now you have dis
obeyed me in two ways. Go to
your room and remain there for the
rest OF the evening.
Dorothy running upstairs into her
room flung herself on her bed and
crying over and over again, "Oh,
why did / want to have my own
way?" And she repented to herself
again and again. The maid came
up bringing a glass OF water and a
slice of bread without any butter.
"What is this for, Marie?" Dorothy
asked of the maid. "Your supper,
child, your mother sent up" replied
Marie. Dorothy took the bread and
tried to eat, but she could not swal-
low. With an effort she finished
her lonely meal and went over by
the window and sat in the cool night
air till she grew sleepy. 1t was
bad enough to be shut up iii her
room, but only bread and water for
supper was about all she could bear.
The next morning Dorothy no.
ticed her brother was in very ex-
cited mood. He was discussing it
with his mother, and Dorothy over
heard him say, II don't see anything
SO funny about box of candy, and
yet there is some joke connected
with it. Surely the candy couldn''
have been spoiled" "Oh! No
| Brother Ned, the candy was awful
| good and I'll bet it cost enough
too" exclaimed Dorothy. "Candy!
You2 What candy?" "Why, why,
didn't think you would care if took
dozen of them, they looked SC
good" "But why didn't you come
and ask me and | would have bought
you three boxes" Il did write yo,
a note and stuck it in the box te
tell YOU" Brother Ned was at his
wits end and saying aloud, "Oh,
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