As he stopped to
hold one foot in his hand, the instep of which had struck the rocker of
the baby crib, she told him the doughnuts were in the third crock in the
pantry on the floor. He said it was one evidence of a clear headed man,
that he could walk all over his own house in the dark. At the head of the
first pair of stairs he tripped on a baby cart and the tongue flew up and
struck him on the knee, but by hanging to the bannisters he saved himself.
At the foot of the stairs he tumbled over a block house and broke off a
toe nail. He said it was a mean man that wouldn't sacrifice a few toe
nails for his little baby, and he laughed. He fell over a dining room
chair, and sat down in another, and when he got up he felt that
though he was not proud, he was stuck up, for on his night shirt was a
sticky fly paper that had been placed in readiness to catch the unwary
early fly. After peeling off the sticky paper, and subterraneously
swearing a neat, delicate little female swear, he groped to the cellar
door, and began to go down.
[Illustration: THE STARTLED CAT.]
Now, if there is anything a boy ought to be punished for, it is for
surreptitiously eating a large slice of musk melon and leaving the rind on
the top stair. It tends to make a boy disliked. The head of the family
stepped with his bare feet on the piece of melon, and sat down so quick
that it made his head swim.
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