Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1931-02-06

And that Is quite true. Yes, sir; that
Is quite true. The worst troubles come
to an end sometimes, and then they
don't matter at all. The thing to do is
to look forward to that end. When
Nimbleheels landed with a splash in a
pail Of milk in Farmer Browns kitchen,
because he had jumped without looking
to see where he was going, he certainly
was In trouble. He was in q great deal
Of trouble. Never had he been in worse
trouble Anyway, this is what he
thought at the time. Really, 1t wasn't
quite SO bad as he thought, for rescue
was close at hand.
But Nimbleheels didn't know this.
He choked and strangled and strug-
gled frantically and, Of course, couldn't
climb up the sides of the pail. OF
course, he never before had had q milk
bath and he didn't know what to make
of this strange kind of water, for that
Is what he supposed 1t to be. Then
Farmer Browns Boy lifted him out.
For q minute Nimbleheels struggled and
tried to bite. But he was terribly
frightened and quite tired out, for he
was half drowned: So after few feeble
efforts to escape he became quiet.
With soft cloth, Farmer Browns
Boy gently wiped Nimbleheels of and
dried him as best he could Then he
put him In a box with fine wire screen
over it and in It q bed of soft cotton
The box he placed close to the stove
Mother Brown was still quite upset.
"Take that Mouse out Of the house
ct once" she said "He has made
trouble enough. And there is whole
pail Of milk spoiled and gone to waste
Ny land, such messI"
Jaw, let him stay until he Is thor
oughly dry, so he won't catch cold, and
then I'll take him out to the barn.,
pleaded Farmer Browns Boy "And
that milk won't be wholly wasted, for
the pigs viii like It."
Mother Brown, opened her mouth for
. sharp reply, but instead she began
to laugh. The funny side of it had
suddenly struck her. She laughed and
laughed until she had to wipe her eyes.
"M right, son." said she. II guess
that after all the poor little fellow has
had the worst Of it. He must be fright
ened almost to death. I can't imagine
anything much worse than to be wax
ened from q sound sleep to find oneself
in Q strange place with q couple of
giants. don't wonder he didn't look
where he was jumping. And then to be
half drowned on the top Of that--why.
wonder he didn't die Of fright guess
he can stay here until he is quite him
self again. Then he must 60 to the
barn. As for the milk, you are quite
right In saying that the pigs will Ike
1t. II Is an III wind, indeed, that blows
good TO no one"
FOR some time Nimbleheels crouched
In corner Of the box still too fright
ened to move. Then, as nothing more
happened to frighten him and as he
began to feel rather uncomfortable
from the milk bath, he began to make
his toilet. Farmer Browns Boy had
done his best in wiping Nimbleheels
OF. but what could he know about the
proper way Of taking care Of fur coat
that had been thoroughly wet?
So Nimbleheels set to work His
tongue was his towel. He licked and
licked every part Of himself that he
could reach. So intent on what he was
doing did he become that he quite for
got where he was and didn't even
notice when Farmer Browns Boy sig
nailed Mother Brown TO come where
she could see him. He rubbed his face