. The old garret . ver am brought downstairs, a long apology is made for my looks. The truth is, my life has not been a happyor desirable one. I have had much to happy moment I had. The dear lady towhom I first belonged had long wished to 4:6 THE OLD GARRET. have a stove, but was prevented from buyingone because she would not spend money onherself for any thing if she could possibly dowithout. Her husband, who was the ownerof the curling tongs, when he knew this, de-termined to get her a stove; and, on the veryday when she burned his hair in her effortsto learn to dress it as well a
. The old garret . ver am brought downstairs, a long apology is made for my looks. The truth is, my life has not been a happyor desirable one. I have had much to happy moment I had. The dear lady towhom I first belonged had long wished to 4:6 THE OLD GARRET. have a stove, but was prevented from buyingone because she would not spend money onherself for any thing if she could possibly dowithout. Her husband, who was the ownerof the curling tongs, when he knew this, de-termined to get her a stove; and, on the veryday when she burned his hair in her effortsto learn to dress it as well as the hair dresser,he purchased me for her. I was the very best stove in the shop ; and,when he presented me to her, he said, Now,my dear, in revenge for your burning my head,I will heap coals of fire not on your head,but under your feet, especially when you go tochurch; so beware lest I burn your feet asyou did my head. This pretty attention of her husbandspleased her so much that she kept me in THE OLD GARRET. 47. (- - sight for many days. When shall I forgethow soft and light her pretty, neatly dressedfeet felt, the first time she used me ? For a long while I was her stove alone ; but, 48 THE OLD GARRET. after a time, all sorts of feet were put upon me,and life grew common and tiresome. After my mistresss death, I was much neg-lected, for wise folks said foot stoves shouldnot be used. At last, the cook, who was noinvalid, and did not care for doctors, took meup, and soon began to consider me as herproperty, and kept me in the kitchen. One day, however, the farmers boy broughtin some heavy logs of wood, and threw themdown carelessly. One fell upon me, andsmashed me up, leaving me as you now see I remain shattered and forsaken —noth-ing but an old broken foot stove that nobodycares for. I hope that those stout, good-looking and-irons will now tell their story. They look tome just as upright and stiff and strong as THE OLD GARRET. 49 when I first saw them in our dear
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