Finding His Hat.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXVI, Issue X, 9 March 1901, Page 474

Finding His Hat.

Robbie’s hat was lost. He could not find it anywhere, and his mother was waiting for him to go out and do an errand for her. "Hurry up, Robbie,” she said, coming into the sitting room. "I must have that yeast cake right away.” “1 can’t find my hat!” said Robbie, beginning to search in every nook and corner. “I guess, mamma, you will have to get somebody else to do that errand for you. I can’t go down town bareheaded.” Just then a waggon drove into the yard, and Uncle Will’s voice cried out: "Where’s Robbie? I want to take him out to the farm.” "Here 1 am. Uncle Will—l’m coming!” cried Robbie. . And what do you suppose?—in less than two seconds Robbie's hat was on his head and he was bounding out into the yard. His mother could hardly help smiling at the suddenness with which the little lad had found his hat after he really wanted to; but she knew that it would not do to let his deceit go unpunished, so she hurried out into the yard. Robbie was just scrambling up into the farm waggon. “Uncle Will,” said his mother. “Robbie was going to do an errand for me. but it took him so very long to find his hat—until he heard you call—that I am afraid he will not be back in time to go out to the farm with you today.” "Ah!” said Uncle Will; ”1 see. No.

Robbie, I do not think I can wait for you to-day. But some other day, when your hat doesn't keep you from getting mamma's errands done first, we will have a fine ride out to the farm.”

Robbie felt his disappointment, you may be sure. But he was an honest minded chap, and by the time he had returned with his mother’s yeast cake he was quite ready to admit in his own heart that his punishment was just what he deserved. “And. mamma,” he said, as he kissed her lovingly, “I don’t think I shall ever lose my hat that way again.”