Milford chronicle., 1936-05-29
NEIGHBORs WORTH HAVING
Trelia Dick

Where's my sling-sot. Nom p
ten-year-old Jack Wilson asked.
turning the contents of the toy
drawer upside down.
why do you want it, SOM" Mrs.
Wilson looked up from her cooking.
81 must have it," muttered Jack.
searching more furiously. Don't you
know where it is. Nom? I must hur-
ry That old thing may be after Mrs.
Blue right now"
/ Whats after Mrs. Blue?'
THAT cat those new folks have.
| had to throw a stone at It, or it
would have caught her. The woman
scolded me-"
"She did," There was disInay in
peace-loving Mrs. Wilson's tone.
"Why didn't you explain?'
81 tried to, but she said, Don't
throw at my cat any more. little boy.
or I'll tell your mother and walked
away"
Mrs. Wilson sat down in real dis
tress. What an introduction to new
neighbors! I had so hoped we'd en- /
joy them as much as we did the
Jennings"
THE Jennings thought as much
of Mrs Blue as we do" said Jack.
You must not start any warfare
with a neighbor, Son. Mrs. Wilson
said decisively. You leave your
sling-sot here value the friendship
of my neighbors.
Don't you value Mrs. Blues
interrupted Jack hotly
You know she's nested in that 8p-
pie tree for years. The babies are al
most ready to fly. She trusts las to
protect her o. Nom. we just can't
let an old cat" his voice tToke.
and he dashed out by the kitchen
door.
Mrs. Wilson stood stirring her
cake absently No. they couldn't be-
ray the bluebirds. nor the robins
Tor dear little Jenny Wren, but to
rave anything but harmony with a
leighbOr was unthinkable.
81 know" she exclaimed at last,
I'll go and ask her to bell her cat"
That very afternoon she called on
Ter new neighbOr.
I"She's perfectly delightful" she
old the family at supper. "And the
at, Sunshine, is the most beautiful
ne ever saw. But I failed in my
lissiOn." she went on dejectedly.
She doesn't want to put a bell on
er cat"
Its going to be war, then" Jack
eclared angrily. Her cats not go
lg to kill off the birds if can help
Just a minute, Son." said his mo-
Ter. I've invited her for tea, to-
orrOw. We're going to have it in
lie orchard. You know how it is
lere about five o'clock, with the
rds starting their evening yes
sTs."
Don't think it'll do any good"
uttered Jack.
But he was mistaken. Hardly had
a begun, when the guest sat up
20. what was that?" she
ked. 1T look as if a bit of sky
ere falling"
Mr.. Blue" explained her hostess.
lie and Mrs. Blue keep pretty busy
csc days. Their children are grow
g so fast they are continuously
ngry. Yet Mr.. Blue is bound to
d time to indulge in a few merry
tes." Then she added, How live
the bluebirds are. aren't they? Oh,
ten! There is a brown thrasher."
I never have lived near wild
DIS" the new neighbor said a lit
later, after she had listened en- ]
blurred. Il think they may prove
ensely interesting neighbors." i
she was making a tour +
the orchard. under Jacks capable c
dership. She exclaimed with de- t
lt over the orioles clever cradle b
Jenny Wren's snub little wood
house.
I'm coming for another lesson in =
1-lore, soon," she said as she =
k her leave. "And I'm going to q
Sunshine a bell first thing in
morning. Can't risk her both
lg these lovely tenants of yours" :
fter she had gone, Mrs. Wilson
Jack looked0at each other with :
lent satisfaction. 81
We shant have to fight" said 70
K. til
No." said his mother bsDniIv ca