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Show 'ffei, I wit .i'mmnn Rosebud is eight, and the most beautiful shade o caramel fudge. To her loving Mammy and Pappy she is known, on approximately alternate al-ternate days, as "Angel" and "You devil child". It was on her devil-child devil-child days that Rosebud tied the knots in the shirts that Mammy had taken in for washing, and poured the whole of the vanilla bottle into the lamb stew, just, she said later through bitter tears, to "flavor it up some". On her angel days Rosebud is equally imaginative even if a more restful occupant of the little shack down on Vinegar Hill. Once when ' . Mammy was out jutPW doing day work, wMp Rosebud got a SffT-N. wave of cleaning ,r, CAi fever and scoured U "H every pot and pan W7 -"2. in the kitchen so If (,SSSri that they literally zf glistened. Anoth- SjJ er day, left alone, she tidied up Mammy's and Pappy's room to such a point of apple-pie order that it was a week before Pappy could find an undershirt. Rosebud is a great reader of the newspapers. Mammy and Pappy don't take one, but there are plenty of perfectly good newspapers blowing blow-ing round Vinegar Hill. It was ut of one of them that Rosebud got her idea for spending the ten cents the Bunny had put under her pillow the night her tooth came out. After break-fas break-fas Rosebud disappeared down the Hill and reappeared soon after I with a beautiful ten-cent War Stamp pasted firmly into a brand-new book with neat little squares for more stamps. She displayed her investment invest-ment to Mammy. "I declare you're an angel child," Mammy said. Rosebud Rose-bud went on sitting on the kitchen floor staring with large brown eyes at the empty squares in her book. From time to time she took hold of one or another of her teeth and wiggled it, gently. Mammy was engrossed in a particularly par-ticularly big washing. Rosebud was as quiet as a mouse and Mammy forgot about her until, ' coming in from the yard with her arms full of dry sheets, she encountered her child with a large hammer in her hand. Scenting the devil in her angel child, Mammy shouted at her, "Rosebud! Come yere with that hammer! What you planning on doing?" But what was done was done. In Rosebud's other hand was another tooth. Her mouth was stretched in a broad if slightly bloody smile. "I ain't doing nothing. Mammy," she said. "I'm just fllling up my stamp book." (Story from an actual report the files of -!asury Dep ment.) |
