MARKETING IN THE MORNING "The housewife should market early in the morning," advised the grocer. "Why do you say that?" asked Mrs. Jones. "Because," said the grocer, "the vegetables are crisp and fresh early in the day. If you buy early you can put them in your refrigerator and they remain fresh until time to cook them." "I think you are right," said Mrs. Jones. "I shall try to do my marketing early after this." A CONVERSATION "This afternoon I went to visit Mrs. McCarty," said Mrs. Warren to her husband. "She is ill at the hospital.” "How long has she been ill?" asked Mr. Warren. "Just one week ago she was hurt in an automobile accident," replied Mrs. Warren. "Her collar-bone was broken and she received a deep cut on her arm. The doctors say she may be taken home day after to-morrow." "Did you take her some flowers," asked Mr. Warren. "Yes, I took a bouquet of pink roses and pink sweetpeas," said Mrs. Warren. "I also took her a new magazine. She liked the flowers very much. She was glad, too, to have the magazine, for she likes to read." THE ARRIVAL OF THE POSTMAN Mrs. White was busy dusting the living-room furniture when the door-bell rang. She went at once to the door and found the postman there. "Good morning, Mrs. White. I have a registered package for you this morning," he said. "Thank you," she replied. "I believe it is a photograph of my daughter Mary, who works in Duluth, for across the package is written 'Do not bend."" "Yes, I think you have guessed correctly," replied the postman. "Must I sign for the parcel?" asked Mrs. White. "Yes, if you please. Write your name on the dotted line on this pink card. This must be returned to your daughter to show that you have received the package." "Thank you," said Mrs. White. "You are welcome," replied the postman. "Good morning." "Good morning." THE BROWN FAMILY GETTING READY FOR THE MOVIES It was Saturday night. Mr. and Mrs. Brown and their children were getting ready to go to the movies. There were three children in the family. The parents had much work to do getting the children ready. John, the oldest boy, broke his shoe-string. His mother had to find a new one. Mary burst a button from her dress. Her mother had to help her sew it on again. At the last minute father could not find his vest. Mother helped him hunt everywhere in the house. At last mother discovered that father had had his vest on all the time. It was very amusing, and they all had a good laugh at father's expense. At last they were all ready to go, but found they were too late for the seven o'clock show. However, they went for a walk through the park, did some window shopping, and arrived at the theatre in time for the nine o'clock show. THE WARDS' PICNIC It was six o'clock on the morning of July the Fourth when the three children of Mr. and Mrs. Ward awoke. Their father had the day as a vacation, and the children were up bright and early in order to make plans for their picnic. The family had decided to spend the day in the country, because Elizabeth and James, the two younger children, had never been outside the city limits. They were eager to start, for it also meant their first ride on an interurban car. Mrs. Ward packed the lunch in a basket. She prepared bread-and-butter sandwiches, vegetable salad, fruit, and cookies. Mr. Ward suggested that they take some wieners and cook them on long sticks over a wood fire, which he would make of twigs and dead branches. This idea delighted the children very much. By eight o'clock the entire family was on the way. They left the interurban car at a stop near which was a beautiful, shady woods. Through the woods ran a small creek. The children waded in the water and tried to catch the little minnows darting here and there. After lunch they wandered through the woods looking for wildflowers and listening to the songs of the birds. They returned to the city on the five o'clock car and by six-thirty were safe at home. Three tired children tumbled into bed at once. Before going to sleep, however, they wanted their parents to promise they would have another such picnic on the next vacation. |