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 Front Matter
 Half Title
 Title Page
 List of Illustrations
 The little twin roses
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Group Title: The little twin roses : a story for little girls and boys
Title: The Little twin roses
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Title: The Little twin roses : a story for little girls and boys
Physical Description: 64 p. : ill. ; 22 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Brine, Mary D ( Mary Dow ) ( Author, Primary )
E.P. Dutton ( Publisher )
Rockwell and Churchill
Publisher: E.P. Dutton and Co.
Place of Publication: New York
Manufacturer: Rockwell and Churchill
Publication Date: 1892
Subject: Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Brothers and sisters -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Twins -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Cats -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Turkeys -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Family -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Family stories -- 1892   ( local )
Bldn -- 1892
Genre: Family stories   ( local )
novel   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: United States -- New York -- New York
Statement of Responsibility: by Mary D. Brine; with ten illustrations.
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"LISTEN, WILLIE! . . . 9
MENT" ................. .17
"SUCH A HEAD-ACHE! !" . .. 53
"SO TIRED!" . . . 55



T HEY sat at the table eating their supper of
bread and milk. Very pretty little Roses they
were, too. Sometimes they were called Wild Roses,"
sometimes Blush Roses," and quite frequently they
deserved to be called Climbing Roses," as every
fence and tree on the place could tell you, had
they only tongues to speak and tell tales.


Just now they were. out of mischief, these little
twins, for Mamma Rose had given them their early
supper, and soon they would be snug and safe in
their small beds, and out of harm's way till the
sunbeams should hunt them up again.
"Listen, Willie!"
"I'm listening. "
"There's Rosebud a-cryin' again."
"That ain't anything' new; she's forever a-cryin'
Willie paused in the act of tilting his cup for its
last drop of milk, as he spoke, and Kitty stopped stir-
ring the lump of sugar in hers, as they listened with
grave little faces to baby's cry in the next room.
Baby Rose, or, as she was oftener called, "Rose-
bud," was being teased and fretted by one or two
wee pearls of teeth which were pushing through the
sensitive little gums, and making life very miserable
for the little bud of sweetness so dear to the family
of Roses.
For several nights mamma had been kept awake
by baby's restlessness, and during the days it had


been one constant effort to make baby comfortable,
and so she had grown very tired and anxious, this
dear, patient mamma; and the little twins felt sorry
for her, and almost vexed with the poor little Rose-
bud, who didn't know really just how much trouble
she was making.
The twins went on with their supper, and Rose-
bud's little plaintive wail subsided gradually, while
mamma sang lullabies wearily, and the shadows of
night fell softly down from the skies above.
"Oh, dear! don't you wish we were rich folks,
Willie ?" asked Kitty, presently, with a little sigh.
"Guess I do, Kit, but what's the use wishin' ?"
"Oh, I'd go an' buy mamma the beautifulest
things, an' make her have such easy times."
"But she'd be rich, too, if we were, an' could
buy beautiful things her own self, an'-"
But maybe we'd have something' 'sides bread an'
milk for our supper nights, an' we could have silk
things to wear like those children at the hotel down
yonder. But 'tain't the leastest use wishin,' cause I
most know we won't ever be rich like them."


"Well, there's lots poorer 'n we are, Kitty Rose;
we don't have to wear rags like beggars we read
of in our story-books, an' we have other things
'cept bread an' milk when its breakfast an' dinner,
you know. 'Sides, papa, he's got a ship somewhere
what's going' to bring him lots of money some
Why, Willie Rose, what a great, big story! I
don't believe papa's got a ship at all, else we'd
seen it sailin' sometime."
He has, too, 'cause one night I heard him tell
mamma that when his ship came home she shouldn't
be so bothered 'bout things, an' he could take some
rest; so now, do you think I told a big story?"
Kitty was qnite puzzled. Strange she had never
known that her father owned a ship! where was
it sailing now, she wondered, and why didn't he
take them all for a sail in it, and let them have
fun like the people at the hotel who went sailing
in the lake sometimes? Well, it was all very
strange, and she meant to ask grandma about it
the first chance she got.


When the supper was finished, the twins scampered
out to the small garden to have a race and frolic
before going to bed; (oh, how they hated to go to
bed!) and after baby was sound asleep, and laid
softly down in her little crib, mamma called her
wild Roses in to get ready for their night's rest.
"It isn't half dark yet, mamma," complained
Kitty, reluctant to leave the grassy playground before
she had had one more game of "tag" with Willie.
"All the chickies have gone to roost, don't you
see ?" she replied, with a smile, and why should
mine be up and about at the nesting-time ?"
"We ain't chickies, mamma," laughed roguish
Willie, "we're Roses, an' the roses are staying up,
see?" He pulled off a rose, as he spoke, and held
it up to her.
"Ah, if the little rose had hidden away in its
bed of leaves, it would have been out of harm's
way, wouldn't it?" she replied, "and a mischievous
little hand could not have torn it from the mother-
bush. Come, little son, say good-night to all out-
doors, and get into your bed as soon as possible."


It didn't take long for that business, and soon
the moonbeams stole in through the open window
of a quiet, small chamber, and shone tenderly about
the beds where our twin Roses were sleeping peace-
fully side by side, the dark-haired little sister and
the fair-haired, blue-eyed little brother.

The next morning Kitty, happening to remember
the "ship" of which Willie had told her, went to
grandma's room for a private conversation.
Sitting on a little stool at the dear old lady's
knee, Kitty began:
Gran'ma, where's papa's ship?"
Grandma's eyes opened wide behind her spectacles.
"Papa's what ? she asked.
"Papa's ship, you know; where's he sailin' it,
gran'ma ?"
"Bless me, child, what do you mean? Papa has
nothing to do with a ship."
"Oh, yes," gravely, "for Willie heard him tell
mamma 'bout it, an' it's coming' in some day with,


oh, a lot of money, an' we're all going' to be rich,
gran'ma, an' I want you to tell me all 'bout where
it's sailin' to now, an' where did papa buy it ?"
How old grandma did laugh, and how indignant
little Kitty was! Grandma chuckled and chuckled,
and her fat, short body shook all over, and joggled
Kitty's head as it lay against grandma's knee.
But finally the laugh subsided, and the dear old
face grew less merry, and the soft old hand rested
lovingly on Kitty's tangled dark locks.
"My darling, Willie didn't understand just what
papa meant, and you have .neither of you heard
the old saying, I suppose, 'when my ship comes in,'
so, of course, you didn't know what papa really
meant. Grandma will explain; but what were you
and Willie talking about, and when did Willie hear
the remark?"
Kittie was quite ready to cry from disappointment,
but she bravely kept back the tears, and explained
to grandma the conversation she and Willie had
k' had the evening before, and she couldn't bear to give
up the anticipation even yet, that one fine day


papa would have a ship come sailing in all full of
good things for them all.
Grandma explained the saying" (which even all
my little readers know about, so old a saying it is),
and explained also to discontented Kitty how much
she had to be thankful for, and how much better
off she and Willie were, notwithstanding the fact
that papa had to work hard for the support of
his family. She reminded Kitty of the fact that
many little girls and boys had no dear mother and
father, and that they (the twins) could not be
grateful enough for the blessing of their own dear
parents, and the little rosebud of a baby besides; and
she made her comprehend, too, that all the riches
in the world could not make a person happy unless
there was a contented heart and loving, kindly dis-
position behind it all. And Kitty nestled closer to
grandma's knee, and began to love mamma, papa,
baby, grandma, and Willie more and more from that
very minute. Pretty soon she climbed into grandma's
lap and put two loving little arms about the dear
old neck.




Willie an' I ought to be very good an' sweet
cause we're Roses, you know, gran'ma, an' roses
are always so sweet and nice. I don't care if papa
isn't rich like hotel folks, he's dear, an' so are you,
an' mamma's precious, an' Rosebud's the bestest
baby when she ain't cryin' an' worryin' mamma,
an' Willie an' I, we love each other lots, we do,
an' oh, gran'ma, I don't care if there ain't any
ship "
So she ran singing and skipping out of the room
in search of Willie. She found him sitting in the
swing disconsolately.
"If I were a girl twin an' had a boy twin, I
guess I wouldn't go hidin' away from him jus' to
be mean, I wouldn't!" he complained. "I couldn't
find you any place at all."
"Why, Willie Rose! you're cross as can be, an'
- an' you're a a Rose with a big thorn stickin'
out an' prickin' me, you are! I ain't been anywhere
to hide, only in my gran'ma's room, an' there ain't
any ship at all, not the leastest bit of a ship sailing'
home to papa, for gran'ma told me so her own


self, an' she says that's only a saying an' means
when people want anything' very much, oh, dre'fully,
they make a plan to get it, an' then they keep
hopin' things will turn out right, an' they make
believe they've got a ship sailin' from a way-off
shore, all full of good things for 'em, an' when the
good things don't keep coming they say, 'Never mind,
some day my ship'll come home an' bring 'em;
that's all it means, you see, Willie, so papa was
only trying' to comfort himself and mamma by making'
believe, an' that's lots better 'n whinin' an' frettin',
an' bein' discouraged, gran'ma says."
Willie listened attentively to this speech, and com-
prehended it thoroughly, and, like Kitty, had his
disappointment, and bravely kept back tears, before
he was ready to take the second instalment of
gran'ma's conversation with Kitty.
He was an affectionate little fellow, and as ready
as his twin sister to be a fragrant Rose in the
bower of roses which he called Home.
He and Kitty were so good all that day, keeping
out of mischief, and helping mamma all they could,


that she was quite amazed, and wondered what
had come over her Wild Roses all of a sudden.
That speech of hers turned them speedily into
"Blush Roses," for somehow they felt as if they
were keeping a secret from mamma, and that was
something quite new for them.
At their quiet little bread and butter supper that
night, Willie confided to Kitty that he saw grandma
knitting some slippers that afternoon, and she had
told him as a secret that they were a present for
mamma on her birthday. "She said it was a secret,
but I don't believe she meant me not to tell my
twin sister, do you ?" he added, a little anxiously.
And Kitty replied, seriously, Oh, no, 'cause we're
same as one, you know. I didn't know mamma's
birthday, was for ever so long, did you ?"
"No; an', oh, Kitty, papa won't be home! He
said in his last letter he couldn't come till fall,
an' here it is right in the middle of the summer,
an' the birthday comes next week, grandma says."
Oh, Willie! She clasped her hands with the last
exclamation, and' compressed her lips .as though


bursting to tell something she was not quite ready
to confide.
"You made me most jump an' spill my milk,"
said the boy, half pettishly.
Well, but I've got a splendid idea, Willie Rose,
an' it must be every bit our own secret, too, else
it won't be any fun at all."
Willie was all ears, and pushed his empty bowl
away, wiping his moist little lips with the back
of his hand instead of his napkin, and prepared
to agree with his twin in everything she sug-
Kitty having finished also, the two retired to a
private corner, and the following conversation went
on in excited whispers:
"Willie, we must give Mamma Rose a birthday
present as well as gran'ma, an' we jus' got to go
ahead an' do it 'thout lettin' her 'spect a single
thing 'bout it, you see."
Willie saw.
"An' we must think of something' awful nice, an'
jus' what she's been a-wantin' mostest, if we can,


you know, so's to make her gladder 'n the slippers
will make her."
Willie nodded excitedly.
"An' you'll be sure not to let on 'bout it ?"
"Course not," replied Willie, indignantly.
"'Pon your word an' sacred honor?"
Oh, yes, I tell you, Kitty Rose, ain't you ever
a-goin' to believe a body ?"
"Well, now let's guess what mamma wants very
much; maybe-"
"Oh, I know!" interrupted Willie, "for don't
you know she said one day to papa she did wish
we had turkeys? They'd be a nice in-invester, or
something' like that, an' papa, he said maybe some-
time he'd manage to get her some."
Well, he ain't managed yet," replied Kitty, glee-
fully, "so maybe we can, Willie, an', oh, won't it
be the bestest fun we ever had?"
"I wonder what an investorr' is, anyway," said
Willie, somewhat anxiously; "do you s'pose it's a
partic'ler kind of a turkey?"
"Maybe it's a very nice, tender kind that makes


nice Thanksgivin's, you know," replied Kitty, quite
wisely, in her opinion, for what else would her
mother want turkeys for if not to eat when Thanks-
giving-time came ?

So now the twins had a real secret from mamma,
and the first thing for them to do was to earn,
as secretly as possible, a little money with which to
go to a farmer who lived a long way off --- they
had been there once in a wagon with their father
- and buy a turkey or two from the many he
owned. That the money must be earned was very
certain, but how to earn it they didn't know, and
grew quite worried over the matter. They were
strongly tempted at one time to go to grandma,
but resisted the temptation, and determined to put
the whole business through by themselves, by hook
or by crook. And finally by "hook" they started
it in this way:
It was a bright morning when Willie and Kitty
started off in high glee, by mamma's permission, to
have a little picnic of their own down by the


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brook a short distance from the little home. Baby
Rose was unusually troublesome that morning, and
mamma had her hands full, and grandma too, for
that matter, and the twins asked so innocently if
they might go on their little picnic and have a
nice time, and they promised so earnestly to take
care and not get into mischief, and the day was
so bright and glad, and they had been so used to
going on walks and wandering about by themselves,
never getting into serious trouble of any kind, that,
to tell the truth, I think mamma and grandma
were rather glad to have the house quiet for a
time. So off they started, with basket and fishing-
pole, for Willie had whispered to Kitty his plan to
catch fish and sell them to the hotel people, and
maybe earn enough in that way to buy the
Very happy little folks they were as they went
gayly along the road and finally turned into the
woods by the brook. But oh, dear me! what a
pity it was that not a single little fish was goosie
enough to be caught! Willie's hook was an old one,


and he didn't know how to bait it very well, and
Kitty couldn't bear to touch a worm. So after a
while they gave up fishing in despair and ate the
nice luncheon grandma had put up for them, with
only half the appetite they would have had with
better luck. Finally, "I don't care!" cried Kitty,
starting up. "If we can't get fish to sell, we can
try ferns an' things, 'cause sometimes folks buys 'em
at the hotel. I saw a girl selling' some once, myself,
an' the ladies paid her for 'em right off. Let's try."
Willie was ready, and the more so because he
couldn't fish any more if he wanted to, for his rod
- a long switch cut from a tree, and not strong
at its best suddenly broke in two, and his line
and hook caught in a stone and snapped off, and
he was altogether a very disgusted little fisherman.
So the twins gathered a quantity of fragrant ferns
and wood blossoms, and filling their basket started
for the village hotel, not far off. On the way Kitty
was seized with the brilliant idea of filling her din-
ner-pail with berries which were growing along the


"Folks always are hungry for berries," she said,
and Willie stopped pulling and eating berries him-
self, and helped his sister fill the pail with the
pretty red raspberries which he felt sure somebody
would want to buy. When they reached the village
--both feeling a little troubled in their hearts lest
mamma would not have been quite willing to trust
them so far--Kitty decided to try the experiment
of calling at the kitchen doors of some houses along
the way, while Willie went straight to the big hotel
piazza with his basket of ferns and pretty flowers.
They were carefully covered from the sun, and he
hoped they would look quite fresh and pretty for
his anticipated customers.

The piazza of the hotel seemed quite crowded with
guests as Willie drew near, and everybody was well
dressed, and seemed happy as could be. There was
plenty of laughing and talking, and even singing
going on, and there were fat, healthy babies with
their nurses and rich mammas, and little boys and


girls of the same age as he and Kitty, and they
were dressed in fine clothes, and having such gay
times, with nothing to do but be happy.
As Willie began to ascend the broad steps at the
main piazza, one of the gentlemen saw him, and
called out carelessly, "Needn't come up, little boy,
we don't want to buy anything to-day;" and poor
Willie, blushing furiously because everybody turned
and looked at him, and feeling so disappointed he
didn't know how he could keep the tears out of his
blue eyes, turned away and walked slowly on.
Maybe he did give a little stifled sob, because he
couldn't help it, and he was only seven years old,
-such a little fellow, you know,--or maybe when he
drew his sleeve across his eyes somebody saw him;
at any rate, just as he passed the corner of the
house where there was a little lonely piazza, quite
apart from the large crowded one behind him, a
sweet voice called, "What's the matter, little boy?"
and there was a young girl lounging in a steamer
chair, and trying to keep cool with her fan and her
magazine. I don't think she was more than fourteen

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years old, but to Willie she looked like a real young
lady, and so he ascended the steps with his basket,
and said, very politely:
"I wish you'd buy something ma'am."
Now, little Miss Sallie Lunn (we will call her that,
because, perhaps, she'd rather I would not give her
real name) was not used to being addressed as
" ma'am," and it gave her a very dignified feeling to
hear herself so addressed by Willie just now. Conse-
quently she took an immediate interest in him, and
asked what he had for sale.
He set his basket down at her feet, and dis-
played his ferns, and some pretty red berries, and
other wild flowers which we often find hidden away
in the beautiful woods every summer.
Some people -more's the pity--don't care for such
things, and won't take the trouble to look for them;
but, on the other hand, a great many lovers of
Nature and of her beautiful treasures are met with
in this dear old world of ours, and to such Miss
Sallie Lunn, very fortunately for Willie, belonged.
So she put down her magazine and fan and looked


over Willie's basket, and bought quite a large bunch
of ferns for pressing, and then she kindly called
one or two of her friends from the crowd on the
main piazza and induced them to buy also. And
before ten minutes had passed, lo and behold! the
boy's basket was quite empty, and he was full of
smiles and dimples. He couldn't help confiding to
Sallie and wondered a minute after if it was
breaking his promise to Kitty to have done so,
though he truly didn't mean to break his word -that
he and his sister were going to buy a birthday
present for mamma, and had to sell things in order
to get money to buy with. And when she asked
what he was going to buy, he very nearly blurted
out "Turkeys!" in his eagerness. But he caught
himself in time, and all Sallie heard was the sound
of T," and she could hardly make anything out
of that. Willie blushed a good deal as he explained
why he couldn't tell more, "'cause it was such a
secret, an' Kitty had told him to be sure not to
tell a single soul."
Oh, very well, then, never mind, you'll tell me


some day, and I'm going to help you all I can.
You can bring me some more ferns to-morrow, and
get the smallest you can, because I want to press
them ; they make very nice decorations in winter,
and I shouldn't wonder a bit if some of the other
ladies bought some too."
That was very encouraging to Willie, and he slung
his basket over his arm, and, bidding Miss Sallie
Lunn good-by, went to the broad village square
where he had arranged to meet Kitty.
And there he had quite a "wait," till he grew
a little frightened, and wished he had stayed at home,
notwithstanding the pennies knocking together so
merrily in his pocket in place of the ferns in his
But what was keeping Kitty all this time?
Well, the little girl was having an experience, and
truly this had been, or was being, perhaps I should
say, a very unusual and odd kind of a day for
these twin Roses who had strayed so far from their
own safe bower.
Kitty had really succeeded in selling her berries,


and sold them all, in fact, at the first house at
which she called. Her timid little knock had brought
to the kitchen door a kind-faced old woman, about
as old, Kitty thought, as her own grandma at home,
and so she found her courage, which had been growing
faint, rising again hopefully, and offered her little
wares with such an earnest tongue, and such an
eager pair of eyes, that the woman said cheerily:
"Want your berries ? of course we do, little one,
and I'd like to buy you too. What is your name,
my dear?" So Kitty emptied her pail as Willie
had his basket, and meanwhile was coaxed out of
her secret, by the kind questions of the old woman
(who was some one's else gran'ma," though not
Kitty's), until she had betrayed even more than
Willie had dared to.
"La sakes! what a child you are!" laughed the
woman, patting Kitty's brown head. "I do hope
you'll get those turkeys, sure enough; and here,
now, are a few extra pennies to help you out."
Kitty blushed very red for pure joy, and made
a funny little courtesy to her customer, as she sup-



posed was the polite and proper way of expressing
her thanks.


"You are a very nice, kind lady!" she said,
"and I shall ask my brother Willie to thank you,
too, in his heart."
"Do so, my little dear," replied the woman, kindly,
"and--wait a minute, sit here until I return."
So Kitty sat down in a kitchen chair and
waited, and thought of those turkeys until she could
almost hear them gobble right there in her ears.
She had sold her berries for fifteen cents (more
than they were worth, of course, when berries were
so plentiful, but you see the woman had been kind
and generous, because she had taken a liking to
Kitty), and the extra pennies given as a gift made
twenty-five cents in all to carry to Willie and put
with his money, if he had earned any, and, oh,
how she hoped and hoped he had!
Presently the woman came back. "I've been
talking to my next-door neighbor," she said, "and
she wants you to bring her your pail full to the
brim of berries to-morrow, and after that you can
bring me some more. And you didn't tell me, my
dear, where you expect to get your turkeys. I do


hope you won't be disappointed about them." So
Kitty told her of the large farm away out in the
country. "He's a kind man," she added, "'cause
once when papa had something to do 'bout a pig,
he took me an' Willie with him, an' he smiled
at us real kindly. His name's Jones, an' he has,
oh, such a lot of turkeys!"
The woman laughed. "Why, Jones is my name,
too," she said. "Well, I wish you good fortune,
So, swinging her pail by its handle, and in more
of a flutter than she had ever been in her short
life before, and as rosy as her name with her glad
anticipations, Kitty hurried down the road to the
meeting-place where her brother awaited her so
There they compared experiences, and turned home-
ward, talking as they went, as fast as their little
tongues could wag.
And what do you think that nice old woman -
Kitty's "customer," as she called her--did the very
minute the little girl's back was turned? Why, she


sat down at her old-fashioned desk and wrote a
note, and this is what it said:

"DEAR BROTHER DICK: If two mites of children
come to you wanting to buy a turkey or two for
a handful of pennies, don't you say anything to
bother them, but let them have the turkeys, and
pretend they are paying the right price. I will be
out in a day or two and explain; but I want you
to be sure and not disappoint the children. You
won't be sorry when I tell you all about it.
Good-by; no time for more now, this is baking-
day, you know. Hope your folks are all well.

"Your sister,


Having written this, and read it over to see if
she had made things all plain, Mi"- Jones-or, as
the village children, loved to call the dear little fat
maiden lady who was so good to them all, Auntie
Jones- hurried to the post-office and mailed her note
just a few moments, fortunately, before the stage


would come along and pick up the mail for de-
livery farther along a mile or so.
Meanwhile, our twin roses had made good speed
towards home. The distance was short, and all they
had accomplished had not kept them longer from
their home than the morning of fun and picnicking,
according to mother's permission, would have detained
them. Consequently neither mamma nor grandma
were at all worried, and imagined the twins to be
peacefully playing together in the woods so near
at hand.
"They'll come home when they're tired," said
grandma, placidly knitting away on her slippers; and
as it was only a little after the noon hour, mamma
expected every minute to hear the wild, merry little
voices shouting out, as usual, as her twins returned
hungry and dusty from their impromptu picnic of
What a nice, quiet morning it had been, to be
sure! and Baby Rose was certainly as good as a
sick, drooping little Rosebud could be. No childish,
noisy laugh had awakened her from her morning


nap, and mamma had had plenty of time to attend
to her duties, for you must know that she was
housekeeper, kitchen-maid, cook, and maid, and mis-
tress of the house, and nurse and mamma, all in'
one, and no wonder she grew very tired sometimes.
Well, the twins trotted on over the road, through
the woods, and out by the lane, until at last, sure
enough, mamma heard the sound of happy little
voices, and presently two little figures chased each
other up the garden path, and tumbled into her arms.
"Bless me!" said grandma, looking over her spec-
tacles, what a nice, long picnic you have had!
Have you had a splendid time?"
"Oh, splendid!" shouted the twins together, and
the empty basket and pail went flying out on the
grass, as the children, heedless of order, only thought
of how they could coax mamma to let them have
just such a nice picnic to-morrow.
"Mamma, mamma!" they began, but-
"Go first and pick up the basket and pail. They
don't belong out on the grass, you know," said


"Oh, yes," replied quick-witted Willie, who found
a place in which to push his wedge in. "We must
be careful of them, of course, 'cause, mamma, we
want to go on a picnic again to-morrow, it's such
fun, an' an' we've tooken such good care of us,
mamma, you see.
"An' we don't keep wakin' Rosebud up when
we're on a picnic," chimed in Kitty, "an' so I
should think you'd like us to be 'way," coaxingly.
Mamma looked at them in surprise. "Two days
in succession of picnic? Why, that's a funny idea!
What do you do to have such a good time that
you can't wait awhile for another picnic?"
The twins exchanged glances, and grew red as
the red roses out on the bush.
"Children! cried mamma, sternly, "what are
you hiding from me? Are you doing anything
wrong ?
They threw little arms around her neck, nearly
choking her in their energy, and rained kisses all
over her face from their warm little lips, even yet
sticky with the warmth of the August day.


"Oh, no, no, no, not a single wrong thing,
mamma!" they cried; and Kitty added, "We're
only havin' some fun, an' when it's finished we're
goin' to call you an' gran'ma to see it."
"Very well, I'll trust you," said mamma; "you
may go to-morrow, but I do hope you will be very
careful, and not be naughty in any of your plans."
With a whoop (and that woke baby up, sure
enough) the twins bounded away, while grandma
said in her grandmotherly way, "Lor, dear, I sup-
pose the little souls are building a dam in the
brook, and are as proud of their work as if they
were real bridge-builders!"

The next day had just such a fine, bright morn-
ing as the children had enjoyed before, as they
started bright and early for the "picnic" in the
The luncheon was eaten at once, so as to make
room for the berries in the pail, and the ferns were
gathered by quantities for the basket. Dainty little


ferns, such as Sallie Lunn, you remember, had asked
Willie to bring her, and pretty blossoms, and little
trailing vines, all found a place, huddling together
in a fragrant confusion in the basket, and covered
from the hot sun-rays by the napkins grandma had
provided for the lunch. Then the children sat down
by the roadside to discuss matters.
"How we goin' to go an' buy those turkeys, I'd
jus' like to know, Willie Rose, when mamma was
so 'fraid to let us come off alone 'gain to-day?
It's a drefful long way to that man's house, an' we
won't get back for so late, an' mamma'll scold an'
be so worried!"
We must manage it somehow, I tell you!" re-
plied Willie. "I wouldn't be such a 'fraid-girl 'f I
were you, Kitty Rose! We can ask mamma to let
us take a walk, an' then we can run as fast as
anything an' well, we can't help it if we are
scolded; it'll be all for her sake, an' she'll be sorry
when she knows what we were doin' all that time
she thought we were bein' naughty."
"We can't make believe we were listed, 'cause


that would be a story; an' if mamma didn't know
it, God, that's up in heaven, would, 'cause He's
always seeing' us, you know."
"Oh, no! we don't tell stories, we ain't that kind,
and 'sides, that would spoil our present to mamma.
But maybe--oh, Kitty, maybe we'll get losted really
an' truly, an' then then we can't help it, an' it
won't be a story."
"But I don't want to have that happen," whined
Kitty; "I'd get drefful scared if it really did."
Willie picked up his basket and shrugged his fat
little shoulders.
"Come on," he said, "'taint any use thinkin' things
now; we've jus' got to go somehow, an'"- he put
his little lips close to Kitty's ear and whispered -
"gran'ma says the Father in heaven loves little
children, an' I 'most feel sure He knows how we
want to get those turkeys for our dear, sweet,
darlin' mamma, when she's so patient an' good, an'
so tired, an' has got a birthday coming an' an
He'll jus' fix a way for us to get 'em, see if He
don't." That was a comforting thought to both


children, and they went on their way, filling the
pail with berries as they walked along.
We need not take time nor space to go through
with the details of the visit to the village this time,
because we already know that as the children were
expected, they were profited accordingly, and when
they turned homeward again they had, all in all,
the handling of fifty cents in pennies and nickels.
Kitty's kind Miss Jones -to whom she had this
time found a chance to introduce Willie had
counted their money for them (as they, the seven-
year-old twins, were hardly arithmeticians as yet),
and they felt as rich as kings and queens, as they
trudged home, quite determined to take the first
chance offered and set out on the journey turkey-ward.
Where to keep that precious money was a matter
of serious thought and grave importance, but finally
Kitty decided to hide it in dolly's stocking, and
shut dolly, with her mine of wealth, up in the
playhouse closet till she could be relieved of her
responsibility later on.


Well, days a very few of them went on un-
excitedly enough after that, so far as appearances
went; but the twin Roses were ready to droop and
hang their pretty heads in despair as the birthday
drew near, and they were still puzzling how to go
the long distance for the wonderful birthday gift. At
last, however, Willie plucked up courage, and bravely
told mamma that he and Kitty were "jus' crazy
an' pinin' away for a reg'ler long walk 'way up the
road, an' if she'd let 'em go an' promise to trus'
'em, an' not be scared if they didn't get home for
'most dinner-time, they'd be so good afterwards she
wouldn't have to scold 'em ever again!"
She laughed and asked grandma what she thought,
and of course grandma sided with her pets; and the
long and short of it all was that they did start off
the very next morning, quivering all over with
suppressed excitement and happy anticipation.
They walked and walked straight on, as they
remembered the road their father had taken, and
by more good fortune, when, by and by, they came
to a fork in the road, they turned in the right


direction, and so at last reached the farm, and asked
for Mr. Jones. A nice, jolly old fellow he was, as
good-natured as his sister, and so like her in looks
that Kitty wondered if all fat, kind people looked
like each other.
He put his hands in his pockets and spread his
feet apart comfortably, and looked quizzically down
upon the twins before him.
"Wal, I declar'! he chuckled, "if you ain't as
like as two peas in a pod. If you both had hair
the same color, I declar' I shouldn't know which
from t'other. Wal! what can I do for ye?"
Willie explained, helped along by Kitty in a con-
fusing sort of way, which would have puzzled the
farmer if his sister's note hadn't reached him in
advance of the turkey buyers.
"Oh, I see, ye want to buy three turkeys of me.
Can ye afford it, do ye think?"
"Oh, yes, sir; we've got fifty centses!" replied
Kitty, beginning to untie the knot in her handker-
chief. The man chuckled, and shook all over with
the laugh he couldn't wholly restrain.


"Wal, turkeys is usually a leetle more'n that in
price, but I'm havin' a sale just now an' want to
clear out some of them turkeys, an' so being as it's
you twins, I'll sell 'em at your price."
Oh, thank you! you're a kind man, like a lady
we know in the village! exclaimed Kitty; and Willie
added impulsively, You're as kind to us as if we
were your twins 'stead of papa's an' mamma's."
That pleased the farmer, and set him shaking
again. Then he showed the children the turkeys
they could have,- a fine big one and two smaller
ones; and after they had finished capering about for
joy, the question of "how to get them home"
"Oh, we never thought of that," said Kitty to
"So we didn't," replied Willie to Kitty.
Wal, can't your folks send for 'em ?" questioned
the farmer.
The twins looked startled.
Oh, no, no! no, sir!" cried Willie. You see
it's a birthday present to my mamma, an' we


wouldn't have her know till we show it to her."
Then the children explained all their plan, and the
farmer was full of interest, of course. Finally it was
agreed that he should get the turkeys over when he
went to the village, as he had to do soon, and put
them in a little corner lot which happened to be
fenced on all sides, and where papa kept odd tools
and rubbish sometimes; they would be safe there
till mamma could see them. And the good-natured
farmer, finding that the birthday would occur on the
day after to-morrow, agreed to make his trip past
the Rose Bower" on that morning early, and leave
the turkeys without being seen, as the lot in ques-
tion was behind some high bushes, and in the rear
of the house.
He claimed a kiss from each twin to complete
the bargain, and then the little travellers started for
home. Oh, what a hot day it was! And how long
the walk seemed! When they reached the fork of
the road they were puzzled, and ready to cry at
last. Kitty's dread of getting listedd" returned, and
Willie was too tired to think which was the right


or wrong way. The sun had mounted high up in
the sky by this time, and the noon hour was at
But at last perhaps the dear guardian angel,
whom we like to fancy keeps loving watch over
little children and keeps them from harm, helped our
twin Roses to choose the right way, for they took
it, tempted by the shade of trees which the other
road lacked, and finally reached the cool little home,
where mamma was beginning to be anxious for
Neither of the children cared for dinner with
their usual hearty appetites, and when, by and by,
Willie began to look flushed, and wanted to put
his head down on grandma's knee, and said baby's
crying hurt him in his forehead, it was plain to
be seen that he had that very unusual thing for
him, a headache, and a bad one, too.
"Would he go and get into bed and be quiet?"
"No, he didn't want to; he wanted to sit up
and be well pretty soon."
"Would he let grandma give him some medicine?"



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"No, not yet; he wanted to wait and see if he

wouldn't soon be better."

He was getting to be very cross and miserable,

and mamma regretted sincerely that she had allowed

the children to take so long a walk. She didn't

know that they had run most of the way, poor

little things! so as not to be late home. To


have told her that would have let out part of the
So she fixed him a nice bowl of milk porridge,
and tied his head in a wet towel, and let him sit
quietly in his chair until he felt it wiser to go to
bed and to sleep. Meanwhile, where was Kitty?
Grandma, going through the upper hall a few
moments later, saw a little figure huddled on the floor
against the wall, near the dolly's house, with dolly
sprawling at its side, and Kitty No. 2 snuggled
in its lap. The little figure proved to be Kitty
Rose, and fast asleep, too, as a tired, worn-out
little maid could be.
She had tried so hard not to let mamma know
how very tired and uncomfortable she was, and she
had gone so bravely to play with her doll and
kitten, trying to forget her tiredness and the sleepy
feeling she wasn't used to right in the middle of
the day.
But, oh, dear! it was of no use. Sleep caught
little Kitty Rose right there in the midst of her
play, and so grandma found her. Before long they


were both in bed, however, and dreaming of turkeys
as, big as their own selves.

"SO TID!"-Page 54.
" so TIRED!" --.Page 54.

baby dear, by-by!
my Rosebud, do not cry!
birds are in the nest,
softly now to rest.

" By-oh,


My wee bird must slumber too,
Sweetly, all the long night through,
Till the sunbeams come to say,
'Wake up, baby, it is day!'
By-oh-by, my baby dear,
Mother loves you, do not fear.
On your mother's loving breast
You, sweet bird, shall go to rest.
Lullaby, oh, lullaby,
Stars are peeping from the sky;
By-oh-by, my Rosebud dear,
Mother loves you, do not fear."

To and fro, to and fro, rocked Mamma Rose,
with baby in her arms, and the kettle singing
away to make a sort of duet with her voice.
The twins snug in bed, and baby soon to be,
she and grandma would have a nice, cosey supper
by themselves, and a good, long evening to sew.
Mamma was thinking of many things as she sat
there before the stove at the close of a rainy day,


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when there had been little of August weather
warmth and cheer, and the twins had been dolefully
confined to the house.
It was well for them that they had gone to buy
their turkeys the day before, since the weather had
so suddenly changed in the night, -and brought about
such a miserable kind of day as this had been
Baby had cried a good deal, the twins had been.
good and naughty by turns (quite forgetful of their
promise the day before when the longed-for walk
had been granted them), and poor, tired mamma
was glad to sit down in her rocker before the
comfortable warmth of the stove, and rock and sing
her Rosebud to sleep. But as she sang, her thoughts
were on many things. To-morrow would be her
birthday, and for the first time in many years her
husband would not be with her, to take her in his
arms and count her years in loving kisses, as her
children loved to do. That was one sad thought
to mix in with baby's lullaby. Then she knew that
times were hard with them lately; that was one
reason poor papa was kept away so long from


home, trying in every way to see how he could
better his circumstances. Then, again, baby was so
sick, and there was danger that she might grow
worse. All these were rather grave thoughts, you
see, and perhaps the gloomy day had turned them so.
But when, pretty soon, grandma came in and
lighted the lamps, and the curtains were drawn
snugly, and the nice little healthy supper was
finished, and the mother and daughter sat down to
sew together, mending little garments, and loving the
little wearers so much, why, then the sad thoughts flew
away with the vanished shadows, and mamma was as
bright as could be, and just as gay as if she had
discovered the secret of the twins, and knew what a
"be-youtiful present" would await her in the morning.
Early on the morning of the birthday the next
morning, as I have said, to the doleful rainy one-
the twin Roses awoke, all full of happy thoughts.

"Had Mr. Jones remembered his promise? Oh, if
he should have forgotten, what should they do ?"

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They dressed themselves as far as they could
without help (only asking grandma to "button the
toppest button" and "tie the little, soft bow in
front"), and then away they flew into the garden,
behind the thick bushes, and down to the little
three-cornered plot of ground where they hoped to
find the turkeys.

Ah! there they were, the three of them! the
"lovely, precious turkeys." Oh, how Willie and Kitty
did jump up and down, and look over the fence,
and hop up and down again!
Gobble, gobble," said the turkeys; and the big
one strutted about, so vain, and with such airs.
"'Gobble, gobble,' yourselves," answered the twins,
as they scampered back to the house.
Mamma mamma!" they cried, pulling at her
gown. And you, too, gran'ma! oh, do come and
see something we've found in the yard!"
Wondering what it could be, the mother and old
lady followed the twins, and can you guess better


than I can tell you what happened when mamma
saw her birthday gifts from her twin Roses, her
Wild Roses, her Blush Roses, her sweet, sweet little
Roses? How she stared, and how she laughed, and
how she finally sat down in the grass and cried,
because of the love and thoughtfulness of her little
twins, and of all the trouble they had taken for
her sake!
They told her all about it from beginning to end,
and grandma had to wipe her spectacles a great
many times before the story was done.
And as their story finishes, so must mine, dear
little readers; and now we will say good-by to the
twin Roses and the Rosebud, and hope that they
may continue to bloom and grow amidst the brightest
sunshine the beautiful skies can spare them for
many years.


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