The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1922-05-13

vinegar" she answered. 1T makes me
want to sneeze. What can Miss Mary
Ann be cooking?"
The wagon stopped creaking. and
the little dog went frisking ahead of
his new-found friends, very thin but
very joyful. Paul and Penny were
smiling again. oh, surely Aunt Lydia
would let them keep Frowsy!
Miss Mary Ann came out to meet
them as they stepped in front of the
kitchen door.
She held up both hands. "There!"
she exclaimed, II should have let
your Aunt Lydia know: Mr.. Barnes
gave me plenty Of excelsior out Of
his store; you can just take that load
back to her, Paul and Penny, for her
own hens nests, though I thank her
just the same"
"Yes'm," said Paul and Penny. "Do
you see our new dog, Miss Mary Ann?"
/ But just then the new dog caught
sight of Miss Mary AIMS cat under
a rhododendron bush. With dash
he was into the bush, and with an.
other dash the cat was out of it. Then
across the yard they went, brown
streak and a yellow.
Dear, DEAR" said Miss Mary Ann.
Call him off, children, while run
back to my kettle"
| 1t took five whole minutes to quiet
Frowsy and to soothe the feelings of
the offended cat. When Paul and Pen
ny came back to the kitchen at last
Miss Mary Ann was in the pantry. As
they started off again with the wagon
she put her head out of the window.
Tell your Aunt Lydia that one good
turn deserves another" she called.
zone good turn deserves another"
Penny repeated obediently. ooh, look,
Paul, he's just crazy to go after that
cat again."
They hurried out of the yard, and
Frowsy forgot the cat and hurried af-
ter them. AS they came in sight of
Aunt Lydia's house the same deli
cious smell of hot sugar came watt
ing out.
plum jam!" cried Paul.
Penny stopped short in the lane.
20 Paul, we forgot to give that jar
to Miss Mary Ami"
This was dreadful. It had been bad
enough not to want Miss Mary Ann
to have the jam, but to forget to give
| 1t to her was worse still.
Paul began to dig into the excel.
sior. There is no use in pulling the
wagon all the way back" he said
''I'll carry the jam down."
Penny looked on wistfully as he
lifted the jar. Then she and Paul had
the surprise of their lives. The jam
had changed! Instead of being rich,
dark red it was distinct green. What
had happened to it? What could have
| happened in that short time?
ut has soured," Penny said in awe
"The sun must have been too hot
said Paul ruefully.
Frowsy was the only cheerful one
of the trio when they reached the
kitchen door.
"Well, wen,'' said Aunt Lydia. "Back
with stray dog and all the excel.
sior? What does this mean?"
Paul explained about the excelsior
"And, Aunt LYDIA" he went on, eve
we are bringing the jam back, too
Welt" He gulped and could get
no further.
1--WE forgot to give it to Miss Mary
Ann" finished Penny. Besides" she
added sadly, 'it soured on the road
Snl A,,,o ry1S
sense, PENNY"
She stopped and lifted the jar
"Why, this isn't jam at ALL" she said
''It's green tomato pickle"
Paul and Penny could only stare
"How did you come by green to
mato pickle?' Aunt Lydia asked
Speak UP, Paul and PENNY"
eve didn't come by it, Aunt Ly
dia," Paul said. '"The jam just turned
| into it,"
Ibid Miss Mary Ann send me any
message?"
Nom" said Paul. Then he added
ooh, yes, she did, Tell her that ont
good turn preserves another
Deserves another, Paul." corrected
Penny.
Miss Lydia shook with laughter
"Now, l know what happened" she
said. Miss Mary Ann took out thu
jam when you weren't looking ant
put in the pickle for me-"
The two children looked tremen
dously relieved.
"This is our new dog" they pluck
ed up courage to say. ooh, may We
keep him?"
"Well, ! suppose So" answered
kind-hearted Aunt Lydia. And nov
go wash your hands and then come
into the kitchen and get your snack.
| Paul and Penny laughed for pure
| joy when they sat down to the table
for Aunt Lydia was spreading slice.
| of loaf bread with golden butter: ant
after the butter came thick spread
| ings of rich plum jam!
"But you sent the jar of jam to Mis-:
Mary Ann" Penny said with a puz
zled look.
Aunt Lydia laughed again. "And d.
you think, my little town-bred Penny
that l only make one jarful of jan
at a timer" she said.
But Penny only smiled cheerfully
she was too busy to answer-and too
| sticky besides.
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