LITTLE TROUBLES.


Somebody said once to Susy and Flossy, when they were having a frolic in
"Prudy's sitting-room," up stairs, "What happy little things! You don't
know what trouble is, and never will, till you grow up!"

The little girls preserved a respectful silence, till the lady was out
of hearing, and then held an indignant discussion as to the truth of
what she had said. It would have been a discussion, I mean, if they had
not both taken the same side of the question.

"How she sighed," said Susy, "just as if she was the _melancholiest_
person that ever was!" Susy was famous for the use she made of
adjectives, forming the superlatives just as it happened.

"Yes, just the way," responded Flossy. "I'd like to know what ever
happened to _her_? Pshaw! She laughed this afternoon, and ate apples
fast enough!"

"O, she thinks she must make believe have a dreadful time, because she
is grown up," said Susy, scornfully. "She's forgot she was ever a little
girl! I've had troubles; I guess I have! And I know one thing, I shall
remember 'em when I grow up, and not say, 'What happy little things!'
to children. It's real hateful!"

Little folks have trouble, to be sure. Their hearts are full of it, and
running over, sometimes; and how can the largest heart that ever beat be
_more_ than full, and running over?