The Fool Of The Family

Excerpt: ""Mother!" exclaimed Mr. Smithers, as he came into the parlor about supper time one winter evening, "that boy's a fool." Mrs. Smithers, who was a quiet-looking, blond little woman, about thirty-five years of age, looked up from a book she was reading, and regarded her husband with a weary air. "What boy?" she asked, languidly. "As if you didn't know?" replied Mr. Smithers. "We have two," she said, calmly. "Oh, that boy, Tommy." "What has he done now?" "Done! why he is always doing something absurd. I told him this morning, before I went out, to cut up all the wood in the yard." "I'm sure he'd do anything you'd tell him," said Mrs. Smithers, in a tone of conciliation; "he's only too anxious to please. I am positive that he has been hard at work all day, for I heard him chopping and sawing." "Yes," answered Mr. Smithers, "he's chopped and sawed a little too much. Not only did he cut up the wood, but he's pulled down the fences on both sides of the yard, torn up the supports of the grapevine, and even made firewood of the sawbuck." "He's too full of zeal; in fact, the poor boy wants to do too much," Mrs. Smithers rejoined. "You oughtn't to blame him for that; as he grows older he'll know better." "I doubt it, ma'am. I doubt it very much," replied her husband, seating himself before the stove."

Dettagli