The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-09-19
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 lt was rainy Saturday and the children seemed lost for some thing to do. Finally Nays fer tile brain recruited an idea. I, usually did when she was visiting next door. Her own home was an apartment, but this big house, old and occupied by the fifth genera ton of Wallaces, intrigued her from attic to cellar. Those mys- terious boxes and chests up among the spider-webs and the gloom. The spooky cave under the kitch- en- stairs that held only gas and electric meters, but peopled in her imagination with casks and treasurers. An empty "Grandma's room" with all the Fashioned finery moved up from time changed parlor.
 eff I lived in this house, I'd know what to do,' she thought. And then it came-the inspira- ton. She said to Polly, Let's have dress-up party. There must be. lots of old clothes and things around. You and can be Duchesses and Les can be pirate Kidnapping us."
 Polly was delighted with the idea. She asked her mother if they could have some funny old dresses to play with. Mrs. Wal lace looked out at the rain-and then she looked at May. She knew May pretty well.
 The Treasure Chest
 "All right" she agreed. But on one condition. Don't touch the blue trunk. That has some very fine things in it. Some day I shall give them to a museum and they are not to be handled at any price. Put all the things away when you're through"
 Both girls promised, and so did Les. Wouldn't he have a sweet time chasing those girls all over the house with that rubber sword of his?
 Mrs. Wallace went to market, and the children hurried up the stairs.
 She was delayed and it was two hours before she opened the front door. Shrieks of delighted terror met her ears and small figure dressed in his fathers fish ing boots, an enormous Stelson ad sashed with a rare old piece of embroidery was trying to cram into the sooty old hole in the kitchen two ladies dressed re- spectively in the pale blue satin great-great Aunt Sophy had worn to the Peace Ball, and the yellow velvet Queen Victoria was said to have given to a Chaplain's lady self.
 The three ensembles were a mess. There was nothing to do but sit down on the hall seat and cry, which she did. May slipped out of Aunt Sophie's satin and went home. Polly and Les tip toed upstairs (the big boots be- ing removed) and fearfuly laid the finery in the forbidden trunk.
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 Polly was trying restore or
  stwo thrones had been improvised in the. center.
 "We're awfully sorry" said Polly when her mother got herself to the second floor finally. We just forgot. All we did was peep and then we began to lift things out and then"
 Never mind, child,' said Mrs. Wallace. Tt was my fault. put temptation right in Mays way when I mentioned the blue trunk. That was all she needed. But I am ashamed that you chill dren should be so easily led.
 Which was whole volume in nutshell. The imaginative child rarely conforms to the letter of a command. Restriction makes him restless and often downright disobedient. To suggest, Now, don't put beans up your nose." or Don't put any red paint on the fence," is grist to his mill In other words he can ofetn be best managed by putting an order in reverse.
 Imaginative children grow into useful and creative people. but quite frequently live entirely out side the law. They are the hard est of all children to direct and train.
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