isa-normaladvance-1913-00093

Description:	THE NORMAL ADVANCE93Finally, he called, Little girl! There wasno response, except a disdainful toss of yellowcurls.Little girl! Oh little girl! Cant I play ?he called again in a sweet, eager voice. I liketo play tea-party.Boys dont play tea-party, unless theyresissy boys, retorted Dorothy Jane, anywayyou are stuck up, because youre richer thanwe are. I dont like stuck-up people. DorothyJane proceeded to pour the lemonade into thetiny tea cups.Billy, Billy, come quick! called a loudvoice from next door, and the little boybounded away. A huge box w7as being openedon the cement driveway next door. Soon thejoyous shouts of a happy little boy in a long,riding coat, auto cap, and goggles, were heard.The tea party was forgotten and two curiouslittle girls watched the excitement, each peeping through a crack in the fence. The littleboy was frantically dancing about trying tohelp the men open the box. Finally, the boxwas removed and there on the drivew7ay stooda miniature red, shiny automobile, complete inevery detail. The happy Billy climbed in andproudly motored down the driveway to thestreet. Two little girls w7ith wild, admiringeyes watched Billy skillfully guide the autoup the street.The tea-party was over and Mary RuthReese and her little family went home. DorothyJane stationed herself on the front gate postwhile Master Billy rode proudly up and downthe street. The children were all excited overthis new7 arrival from Toydom, and followedclosely behind. Billy took turn about, lettingthem ride. Dorothy Jane kicked her heelsagainst the gate post and frowned. Billynever gave her a look. Dorothy was angry.Now she knew that Billy Van Fleet was exceedingly stuck up.She decided to go into the house and practice some ugly faces to make at this rudeneighbor. But when she started to jump downshe caught her foot in the paling and fell onher face. She was so humiliated and so angrythat she screamed furiously. Her face wasbadly bruised and it pained her. Betweenscreams, she heard the chug, chug of the littleauto slowly approaching, and saw the littlechauffeur jump out. He timidly approachedher, asking kindly, AVhats the matter, littlegirl?I fell, sobbed Dorothy Jane, feeling veryguilty.Do you want to take a ride in my auto?he asked kindly.Dorothy Jane smiled, dashed the tears awray,and exclaimed: Oh, yes, thank you, and asshe climbed into the bright, little machine sheadded, and w7ell have a tea-party when wecome back.Grow old along with me!The best is yet to be,The last of life, for which the first was made Our times are in His handAVho saith A whole I planned,Youth shows but half trust God:See all, nor be afraid!—Robert Browning.
Source:	http://indstate.contentdm.oclc.org/cdm/ref/collection/isuarchive/id/34538
Collection:	Indiana State University Archives

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