The Monmouth inquirer., 1925-10-15
The HOmely
Little Girl

II hate you! 1 hate you'll" The
homely little girl stamped her foot.
you're mean, mean, meant" The
little homely girl burst into a passion
Of tears. The children who had been
laughing at her were frightened to
see any one In such a passion, and
they ran and left her alone.
She was a forlorn-looking little
creature enough. Her feet and hands
were too large for her skinny little
body, her back was all rounded over
where she had carried the babies
about, her ears stuck out, her eyes
were small, her nose and mouth
large. Altogether 1t seemed ESQ the
children thought) az II she were Just
made to laugh at, and they never
realized at all how cruel 1t was to
laugh at her; If they had they never
would have done It.
Among all the children in the
school there was not one who loved
beautiful things like the homely
little girl. The roses in the garden,
the glow in the sunset sky. the baby's
pretty curls, and a thousand beauti-
full things besides, filed the homely
little girls heart with JOY. Had she
not been reminded SO often OF her
own ugly little body she would have
been happy all the time. OF course
father and mother and the babies
loved her, SO they couldn't e how
ugly she was. You never can when
you love people. But the homely
little girls aunts and uncles and cou-
sins, and, worst of all, the children
In the school, saw nothing but her
homely face and her awkward mis-
shapen body. This was a great pity,
for 1t caused the homely little girl
to lose sight Of the beautiful things
in the world, and of cours there are
few things worse than this that can
possibly happen to any one.
Things went from bad to worse
with the homely little girl. She be-
gan to look upon the children as
enemies, and every time they laugh
ed at her she flew into a passion.
She was even cross at home some
times, and her mother had to scold
her, and the babies weren't as
happy with her as they used to be.
Every day the homely little girl
grew more and more unhappy. The
worst day of all came when she flew
into such a terrible passion that she
frightened the children. 1t seemed
then as If there were nothing more
to look forward to. It's had enough
to have children laugh at you; but
to have them afraid of you as II you
were some horrible monster, that is
something you can't endure.
That day the homely little girl
couldn't go home for fear her father
and mother would e her swollen
face and hear her sob (the sobs
would keep coming even after the
tears had stopped). If father and
mother were to see her in that plight,
they might guess that the children
had been making fun of her, and the
homely little girl felt she would
rather never go home than have that
happen. So she crept behind a wall,
and there she intended to stay until
she felt sure no one would suspect
what had happened.
How long she was there ! do not
know; but all at once she felt a stir
In the air and a cool wind on her hot
face, and when she looked up, there,
standing over her, was a creature
SO beautiful that the homely little
girls heart quite stood still with Won
der. 1t was tall and straight, and it
wore a garment OF light the color OF
the sunset. Its face was the most
beautiful of all, for it was the face
of love and joy. The homely little
girl looked up into the angels face,
and all her dreadful trouble slipped
away like clouds before the sun.
Dear little sister," said the angel,
and at the sound of the voice there
settled deep into the homely little
girls heart a stiffness and a joy more
wonderful than words could express.
"Would you like a beautiful little
body like miner" asked the angel.
The homely little girls eyes leaped
to the angels.
@This body is made of love and
JOY, little sister"
The light in the homely little girls
eyes faced: she remembered how she