OUR STORY

Bay of Plenty Beacon, Volume 6, Issue 59, 26 March 1943, Page 6

OUR STORY

ANNICE MAKES A RESOLUTION Grandma Carris had lost her glasses, and she couldn't read a word without them. Naturally, she was feeling rather anxious, for reading was about all .she could do. Annice, her small grand-daughter, was dusting the living room. She. did not enjoy the task at all. Dusting, she thought, was just about the most useless work in the world. "I'll buy a bag of chocolate peppermints if you'll find my glasses, dear,"' said grandma. Annice did like chocolate peppermints and she loved her grandmother. So, upstairs and down she hunted earnestly, but the glasses could not be found. The poor lady sat rocking. She had; a large-print copy of the Bible with pictures in her lap. She often read aloud to Annice. Now she could not even see the pictures; and she sighed when Annice could not find them. Just then Annice's mother called from the kitchen, "Have you finished your dusting? And does the living room look nice? Wc have company coming for lea, you know." "Oh. 1] guess it looks all right," responded Annice. In the l afternoon the two ladies arrived, and they came into the pleasant living room. Annice followed them in. They looked so nice, she enjoyed looking at them. She ceased to enjoy herself, however, when one, glancing at the chair in which she was about to seat herself, took a fine, clean handkerchief from her pocketbook, and dusted the chair. Annice blushed to ' the roots of her curly hair. That particular thing she had not dusted, she remembered. It was way over in the. corner, and she had thought it unnecessary to dust it. The next, morning Annice still felt heartily ashamed. She resolved that never again would she dust carelessly, and she began her morning work vigorously. Grandma Carris Avas again sitting in the Boston rocker, her hands folded. "Dearie me,'' she said, "guess I'll have to get me a new pair of glasses." Annice, busy as a bee, did not answer. She. was afraid she might skip something. Glancing up at the old clock on the mantel, she decided even to dust the lop of it, which she had never done before'. She climbed upon a chair, and ran the cloth along the lop of the clock, then looked down, startled, as something fell to the rug. It lay there shining—grandma's glasses. Annice sprang from the chair. Sheran to her grandmother and laid the glasses on her folded hands. "Dear child!"' she exclaimed, "where did find them?" "On top of the clock," replied Annice joyously. "I would have found them yesterda3* if Ji had dusted there/ 1 " Then she decided to tell grandma about the lady who dusted the chair, and about her newmale resolution. Grandma Carris nodded and smiled, whan she had finished. "Good g'rl. Now it sceins to me there was something said about some chocolate- peppermints. Do you want to

go to the corner store and get them?'' And, the good old lady gave Annice five pennies. "Thank yon. grannie,"' said Annice. "And will you read to me later?" "Of course I will/' said Grandma.