. St. Nicholas [serial] . ayabout your future. He thinks he will stop near aschool, next time. He is both fond and proud ofyou, Tom, and it wont hurt you a bit to know it. I hope, maam, I 11 deserve it. There theycome. I must help past the forks of the ! He took her hand reverently, thenbounded out toward the approaching cavalcade. Half a dozen bewildered cows led off, theircalves frisking beside them. Toms bare-headedbrothers kept them as near the fenceless track aspossible. Mr. Owens drove, walking beside thewagon, whose cover was partly thrown back, reveal-ing household goods
. St. Nicholas [serial] . ayabout your future. He thinks he will stop near aschool, next time. He is both fond and proud ofyou, Tom, and it wont hurt you a bit to know it. I hope, maam, I 11 deserve it. There theycome. I must help past the forks of the ! He took her hand reverently, thenbounded out toward the approaching cavalcade. Half a dozen bewildered cows led off, theircalves frisking beside them. Toms bare-headedbrothers kept them as near the fenceless track aspossible. Mr. Owens drove, walking beside thewagon, whose cover was partly thrown back, reveal-ing household goods and Samantha loaded pro-miscuously. A crate of hens cackled at the endof the wagon, and Mrs. Owens brought up the rearin checked apron and green sun-bonnet. Noddinggood-bye to the lady in the cottage-door, sheremarked to the quiet man who managed themules, I m mighty sorry for Mis Griswold—?she 11 miss our Tom so. She thought a power ofour Tom, Mis Griswold did ! KITTYS SHOPPING.—A TRUE STORY. By Mary Gay When Kitty was only four years old, she usedto go shopping for her mother. The grocery was at the corner, not far away,and Kittys mother would stand in the door-way, and watch her little girl until she reached thestore. The grocery-man liked to have Kittycome, but he was a great tease. If Kittyasked for sugar, he would try to persuadeher she wanted starch; and, if she wantedstarch, he would insist it must be soap. Butlittle Kitty would shake her head and standby the sugar, sugar, sugar, sugar, sugar,which she had been saying to herself ever sinceshe left home, or to the starch, starch,starch, until, finally, Mr. Jones would giveher what she wanted. Then he would standin his door-way and look after her; for hereally liked the little girl. One morning her mother said, Now, Kitty,I want you to go to Mr. Joness and tell him togive you a nice little spring chicken, dressed. So Kitty tied on her new bonnet and startedoff, saying to herself, Sping chicky dessed,sping
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