Sunshine Factory

Sunshine Factory, by Pansy

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Title: Sunshine Factory
Author: Pansy
Release Date: January 24, 2007 [EBook #20436]
Language: English
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SUNSHINE FACTORY.

BY PANSY.

BOSTON: D. LOTHROP AND COMPANY, FRANKLIN ST.,
CORNER OF HAWLEY.

COPYRIGHT BY D. LOTHROP & CO. 1878.
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SUNSHINE FACTORY.
"Oh, dear! it always does rain when I want to go anywhere," cried little
Jennie Moore. "It's too bad! Now I've got to stay in-doors all day, and I
know I shall have a wretched day."
"Perhaps so," said Uncle Jack; "but you need not have a bad day unless
you choose."
"How can I help it? I wanted to go to the park and hear the band, and
take Fido and play on the grass, and have a good time, and pull wild
flowers, and eat sandwiches under the trees; and now there isn't going
to be any sunshine at all, and I'll have to just stand here and see it rain,
and see the water run off the ducks' backs."
"Well, let's make a little sunshine," said Uncle Jack.
"Make sunshine," said Jennie; "why how you do talk!" and she smiled
through her tears. "You haven't got a sunshine factory, have you?"
"Well, I'm going to start one right off, if you'll be my partner," replied
Uncle Jack.
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"Now, let me give you three rules for making sunshine: First, don't
think of what might have been if the day had been better. Second, see
how many pleasant things there are left to enjoy; and, lastly, do all you
can to make other people happy."
"Well, I'll try the last thing first; and she went to work to amuse her
little brother Willie, who was crying. By the time she had him riding a
chair and laughing, she was laughing too.
"Well," said Uncle Jack, "I see you are a good sunshine-maker, for
you've got about all you or Willie can hold now. But let's try what we
can do with the second rule."
"But I haven't anything to enjoy; 'cause all my dolls are old, and my
picture-books all torn, and--"
"Hold," said Uncle Jack; "here's a newspaper. Now let's get some fun
out of it."
"Fun out of a newspaper! Why, how you talk."
But Uncle Jack showed her how to make a mask by cutting holes in the
paper, and how to cut a whole family of paper dolls, and how to make
pretty things for Willie out of the paper. Then he got a tea-tray and
showed her how to roll a marble round it.
And so she found many pleasant amusements; and when bedtime came
she kissed Uncle Jack, and said:
"Good-night, dear Uncle Jack."
"Good-night, dear little sunshine-maker;" said Uncle Jack.
And she dreamed that night that Uncle Jack had built a great house, and
put a sign over the door, which read:
SUNSHINE FACTORY,
Uncle Jack and little Jennie:

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MOLLIE'S THANKSGIVING.
She was on the way to the grocery. She had a broken-nosed pitcher, and
was going for two cents' worth of molasses. Her face was bright, but it
grew sober as she passed grandfather. His white head was bowed over
his hand, and the blue old eyes were dim with tears. Mollie stopped and
laid a little hand lovingly on his white head.
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"It will be a nice dinner, grandpa;" she said, and her voice was sweet
and loving.
"We've got a little meal, and a little sour milk, and I can make a lovely
johnny-cake, and there are two cents for molasses to eat it with, and
there are two potatoes to roast, and maybe I can get an apple to bake for
sauce. Grandpa I think it will be a nice Thanksgiving dinner."
"Poor darling!" said grandpa, wiping his eyes, "you are something to be
thankful for, if the dinner isn't. But I wasn't thinking of dinner, Mollie. I
know it will be good if you get it. Grandfather was thinking of his little
boy Dick. It was on a Thanksgiving day that he went away, seventeen
years ago to-day. It makes old grandfather think of him whenever the
day comes round; though there isn't often a day that I don't think of him,
for the matter of that."
"But he's