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XX. Extracts From Our Magazine
As will be seen there is no Honour Roll in this number. Even Felicity has thought
all the beautiful thoughts that can be thought and cannot think any more. Peter
has never got drunk but, under existing circumstances, that is not greatly to his
credit. As for our written resolutions they have silently disappeared from our
chamber walls and the place that once knew them knows them no more for ever.
(PETER, PERPLEXEDLY: "Seems to me I've heard something like that before.")
It is very sad but we will all make some new resolutions next year and maybe it
will be easier to keep those.
THE STORY OF THE LOCKET THAT WAS BAKED
This was a story my Aunt Jane told me about her granma when she was a little
girl. Its funny to think of baking a locket, but it wasn't to eat. She was my great
granma but Ill call her granma for short. It happened when she was ten years old.
Of course she wasent anybodys granma then. Her father and mother and her
were living in a new settlement called Brinsley. Their nearest naybor was a mile
away. One day her Aunt Hannah from Charlottetown came and wanted her ma to
go visiting with her. At first granma's ma thought she couldent go because it was
baking day and granma's pa was away. But granma wasent afraid to stay alone
and she knew how to bake the bread so she made her ma go and her Aunt
Hannah took off the handsome gold locket and chain she was waring round her
neck and hung it on granmas and told her she could ware it all day. Granma was
awful pleased for she had never had any jewelry. She did all the chores and then
was needing the loaves when she looked up and saw a tramp coming in and he
was an awful villenus looking tramp. He dident even pass the time of day but just
set down on a chair. Poor granma was awful fritened and she turned her back on
him and went on needing the loaf cold and trembling-- that is, granma was
trembling not the loaf. She was worried about the locket. She didn't know how
she could hide it for to get anywhere she would have to turn round and pass him.
All of a suddent she thought she would hide it in the bread. She put her hand up
and pulled it hard and quick and broke the fastening and needed it right into the
loaf. Then she put the loaf in the pan and set it in the oven.
The tramp hadent seen her do it and then he asked for something to eat.
Granma got him up a meal and when hed et it he began prowling about the
kitchen looking into everything and opening the cubbord doors. Then he went
into granma's mas room and turned the buro drawers and trunk inside out and
threw the things in them all about. All he found was a purse with a dollar in it and
he swore about it and took it and went away. When granma was sure he was
really gone she broke down and cried. She forgot all about the bread and it
burned as black as coal. When she smelled it burning granma run and pulled it
out. She was awful scared the locket was spoiled but she sawed open the loaf
and it was there safe and sound. When her Aunt Hannah came back she said
granma deserved the locket because she had saved it so clever and she gave it