Orleans County Monitor

Grandmother's Remedy.
"Girls don't have to do anything!" declared Bobby, as he sat down with a thump on the shoe-box in grandmother's room.
"Girls don't have to feed hens or fill the wood-box! I wish I was a girl, so I do!"
"Girls don't have to do anything!" exclaimed Grandma Stone, in surprise. "Well, well, well! You come with me a minute, Bobby, and we'll see if you are right."
Bobby followed grandmother into the sitting room. But when they got there both were surprised, for, sitting in the big rocker, was Beth, her eyes full of tears.
"I wish I was a boy, same as Bobby!" she said sorrowfully. "I'm tired as anything of dusting rooms. Boys don't have to dust or mend stockings or do anything! Oh, dear, dear, dear!" and Beth hid her curly head in the duster and sobbed.
"Well, I never did!" exclaimed grandmother. "Suppose you do Bobby's work to-day, and he will do yours. I know that he will be delighted to change work with you."
But would you believe it? Grandmother was mistaken, for Bobby shook his head.
"I'm going to feed the hens myself," he said.
Beth wiped her eyes in a hurry.
"Girls never fill wood-boxes," she murmured;
Then they both laughed, and stopped grumbling for that day. So, you see, grandmother's remedy was a wise one, after all.