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MAMMA WHITEFUR'S CLEVER KITTEN.
MAMMA WHITEFUR'S CLEVER KITTEN.
MAMMA Whitefur was a fine AR cat, of the best Blood:
who had been the mother of 1 many a large family of
promising kittens. She was a very loving mother, and it
was a charming sight to see her surrounded by one of her
broods’of baby cats. 3
‘Because‘she was so loving to her children, it was a source
of great.grief to her that it should happen so often that most
of them disappeared before they were many days old. Just
what became of them she never knew positively, but she
shrewdly guessed that they had been drowned 1 in the depths
of a water-pail. s
Mamma Whitefur mourned these baby-cats, and: schemed
in her wise old head to out-wit the kitten-drowner, One
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day she came to her mistress, rubbed against her dress, and
purred. The mistress offered her a glass of water, but she
refused to drink; then she opened a door to let her go out,
but she refused to go. | | } |
Then the mistress said, “ Well, Mamma W hitefur, .what
do you want? I know you want something. I am very
sorry I cannot understand you. Do you wish me to go
some where?†| ,
The cat did not speak, for you
know she couldn’t talk English,
but she
looked up straight into her
mistress's eyes, as much as to ask, “Why
cant you understand me?†i
Then her mistress asked soberly, “Mamma Whitefur,
have you some kittens hidden away, and.are you in some
trouble about them?†Mamma Whitefur answered by
walking ES stopping, and looking around. my
‘ONE OF MAMMA WHITEFUR’S FAMILIES,
CHATTERWELL STORIES.
- “Well, don’t stop there, go right along, I’m coming. Go!â€
Mamma Whitefur went, and the mistress followed, down
the hall, up the stairs, and to the garret door. And the door
was shut ! [A
“Oh! I know now, Mamma Whitefur. You have some -
kittens in there, and you've been shut out, and now it is time
to feed them and you can't open the door.’ 7
As the mistress opened the door, the cat bounded into the
room, sped across the floor, jumped down through an open
space, and was out of sight away under the flooring in a. jiffy.
“Haha, Mamma Whitefur, I know by the tone of your.
voice that you are talking baby-talk to kittens. And you
have put them where I can’t see nor reach them, and where
no kitten-drowner can come. You areasmart old cat! won't
you please bring your kittens where I can see how many
you have, and how fine they are?â€
‘But the cat paid no heed to her, so she left the: garret :
feeling beaten by a cat.
One night not long after, the mistress heard a loud acc: |
ing at her door, and a man’s voice grumbling.
“What's the matter?†she asked. —
The man’s voice answered, “One of your pesky cats has
fallen down between the partitions, and keeps up SHEH a
howling I can't sleep.†3
_ So a procession was formed to go-to the garret to rescue
‘the cat. Sure enough! Froma space not much larger than
‘the kitten, out of sight ten or twelve feet below, came a ~
pitiful “ Me-ow.†a
_ Then the question rose, how to get her out. Finally 0 one |
one. of a oe was fastened and the other end dropped down
THE CLEVER KITTEN.
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to the kitten. ‘Then all went away, to give Kittie a chance
to learn rope-climbing. 2 oe cae ,
The next day Kitties “me-ow†could still be heard, but
no Kittie seen. Then the mistress said to herself, “ Kittie’s
claws are small and weak, perhaps they can’t cling to a hard
rope. I'll tear cotton cloth in strips, tie them together like a -
rope, and let that down to her.’ , |
It was pretty hard for a baby-cat to have to climb while
she was so hungry. Her voice grew weaker and weaker,
and her “me-ow†less frequent. Was she starving to death
or learning to climb? The mistress listened often, and once.
she heard something drop. “Oh!†she thought, “the kittie
must be learning to climb. She gets up a little way and
then tumbles!†j
But no Kittie appeared the next day, nor the next night.
The mistress was almost ill thinking of the poor little kittie _
starving between the walls. She went once ‘more to the
garret sad and discouraged. And when she got there the |
garret was bare, and little cat. there was none, but, hark! ©
Surely Kittie’s “me-ow†was nearer! Yes, Kittie was climb-
ing for her life, and nearing the top of the hole. “What if -
she should tumble now! The mistress ran for’ Mamma
Whitefur and a candle; the mamma-cat to call, and to be
ready to feed her starving baby, and the candle to give her
light. Then they waited, the mistress calling in a gentle
voice, “Kittie, come along, Kittie,†and the mamma-cat
calling in a persuasive tone, “ Me-ow, me-ow i oe
The little faint me-ow kept coming nearer and nearer.
And then, yes, that was Kittie’s ears! up came the head,
and over the beam came the kittie slowly, tired and weak.
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Kittie saw her mother and started toward her, but Mamma
Whitefur was wise again. She backed off, coaxing the kitten —
far enough away from that terrible hole to be safe. Then
she put her paws about her baby and licked her all over for
joy. She needed the licking, for she was covered with dust
and wee bits of plaster. Her fur stood on aud: and she
looked like a new kind of porcupine. |
Don't you think this kittie deserved the handsome new
ribbon you see upon her in her picture over the leaf, for
being so brave and persevering? Think of her learning
to climb such a long queer ladder, and in so short a time!
She had so many tumbles and trials, and nothing at all to
eat! And she was only a little baby cat! |
THE LOST PET.
: SWEET lamb,†said little Lucy
“You're the darling of my heart;
While we live, I am determined,
‘We two shall never part.â€
But, alas for Lucy’s promise!
The lamb grew big so fast,
For a playmate he was much
too large
Before ie years had past.
CHATTERWELL STORIES.
DAY DREAMERS.
OWLs, within the shady tree,
W hat strange creatures you must be!
Now that I am going to bed,
You are waking up instead.
All the daytime, while I played,
You were dreaming in the shade;
Think what pleasures you must miss—
Will you tell me how it is?
Do you dream in broad daylight
Much as others do at night? |
Answer, for you can, no doubt—
What were all your dreams about?
Do you love the moonlight, pray, |
Better than the sun’s bright ray?
Not the least reply you make—
You can be but half awake.
- Why some people have agreed
They must call you wise, indeed,
Really now, I cannot see.
Thoveht the owls, “No more can we.
« All we ‘hows is ee we do.
Just as Nature tells us to— ~
- Mind our business— in some eyesâ€
a his may be accounted \ wise |â€
DAY DREAMERS. _
CHATTERIWELL STORIES. —
THE BALLOON.
ID you ever try to catch a balloon when some body else
held the string? Then you know just what kind of a
time Freddy is having. Some boys would grow angry, but —
he only thinks it is sport. He has said his lesson to. his gov-
erness, has dropped his book, and is now having his. recess.
His governess lets the balloon go just as far as the string
will < aoe Freddy runs for it, stubs his toes, and tumbles
down. When he picks himself up, the balloon isn’t there.
She holds it down, so he can touch it with both hands. He
thinks he has it this time, but he hasn't. She gives a little ©
jerk, and away it goes out of his hands like a slippery eel.
He sits down to rest. She brings the balloon down into —
his lap. He clutches it quickly, but off it goes behind her, —
and he sprawls all over her. He runs this way. He runs |
that way. He stands up. He falls down. He steps on her |
toes. He steps on his own toes. He bangs the legs of the -
bench. He bangs his own legs. He gets scratches, and
bumps, but he shouts and jumps, for he has made up his.
mind to conquer. He stands on one foot and thinks. He |
stands on the other foot and thinks. He scratches his a
to catch a thought. » 7
He did cach ain idea, and hen with | one bold effort he
caught the balloon. And how do you suppose he did it?
He waited patiently till the governess brought the balloon —
very near to him. He made a sudden dash—not at the.
balloon, but at the string close to the balloon. He caught
ait and held it fast. The governess admitted that she was
beaten, and eeey sat down to rest.
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A SUMMER'S DAY. 7
DONT you think it is fun to have Papa give you, a aie
on his shoulder? Or toss you up in the air? Or put
you on his shoulder, and taking one of your hands in each.
of his, let you turn a somersault — land on your feet: on
the floor? =
You see this is a picture. of a very jolly group. They :
have been down this long beautiful lane on this sunny sum-
mer day to take the lunch to the father and brother who « ae
working hard in the fields. oe
_ Mary had to go to carry the pails and basket. Little Peter =
asked to go too. As it was too far for him to walk Lena
had to go to wheel him. And Watch had to go to look -
after them all. He felt as important as any one. And why
not? Didn't he carry a basket in his mouth all the way?
When they came back, Mary wheeled Peter so fast that
Lena had to run to catch up, and Peter had to cling to his ©
wagon to stay in. Mary smiled, Lena laughed, Peter shouted, —
Watch barked, and the wagon eed Peter shouted
“You can't catch me!†and Lena answered “ Wait and see!â€
Lena was close by when Mary stopped short, caught dite
Peter in her arms and threw him up on her shotlier out on
Lena’s reach. Up, up he went till he stood on ce
shoulder. And wasn’t he as happy asa king? —
‘Watch was not sure whether Peter was in a safe place ¢ or |
not. He laid. himself out on the ground at their feet and:
kept his big eyes on the laughing group. He looked re--
lieved when Peter was placed again in his chariot, and the —
procession moved homeward.
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THE BATH.
# PERHAPS you think this is fun. I don’t,†said Sven in
a grumbling tone. “It is all very well for boys who —
haven't anything but skin. They ought to take baths. But
for a first-class dog, like myself, with hair all over his body,
that takes forever to dry, it is, to say the least, very trying.
“No matter what I wish to do, nor where I wish to go,
into the wash-tub I have to tumble. Just as surely as wash
day comes, just as surely does Aunt Polly give us poor dogs _
a soaking. Soap suds is all well enough for her dirty clothes, ©
but it soe the mischief with my co nose and eyes,
What if she does wrap me up in a blanket, and put me in
her best arm chair. That doesn’t make me any happier. |
I havea chill just the same, and some e day I shall shake my
teeth out.â€
“What are you ei about over there in ‘that fine
chair?†said Prince. “ You'd have something to growl about —
if you were tied as I am, so I can’t run away from this big
fire. I love the water, but I do object to the mauling, ©
brushing, and combing I get.â€
“Well,†said Nep, “I don’t see why I can’t stay. in the oe
water longer. I wouldn’t mind the mauling, brushing, and | 2S
combing alee stay in the water long enougo to make
it Work: while.â€
Aunt Polly couldnt cto the conversation, but she
wished Skye wouldn't be sulky, and Prince wouldn't howl, - we
and Nep wouldn't jump about so. But into the tub every |
week they had to go, and. she hones they would learn to -
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THE ADOPTED CHICKENS.
_] SUPPOSE you think that the hen in ‘the picture ¢ on
the next page is the very own mother of those dear
little chickens, but she isn’t.
Susie's Grandma owned a very naughty hen, that seouldirt
set. Grandma put her on the nest of eggs 7 times, but —
she always flew off.
So Grandma took the eight nice eggs, erped enn, up,
and put them ina basket. Then she put the basket near
the fire to keep the eggs warm.
Susie went to the basket many times to see ‘if the eggs
had turned into little chickens. One day she heard a “Pen,
peep, and quickly raised the cover and peeked in to see— —
what do you suppose? —Three little chickens.
Grandma had another hen that was very good, and very
fond of baby chickens. She tried to help the other mothers
care for their chickens, but they flew at her and pecked her.
She even tried to coax some of them to follow her when the
broods were large, but that didn’t suit the mother hens either.
Grandma thought this hen would make a splendid mother _
to little chickens that hadn’t any mother to scratch for them. ©
When the chickens were hatched, she brought the kind ©
old hen and put her down on the grass by. them, and fi
dropped some corn for them all to eat. .
The old hen began to “Cluck, cluck,†which was he
way of talking. She showed them how to eat the corn, and ©
really adopted them at once. If you were as near to the
hen as this little Susie, you might see how proud and Pappy
she was to. have some chickens to scratch for.
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ROSA’S FRIEND. :
ROSA ted been very ill. It was summer, when the
flowers were bright, and the grass was green. Rosa.
was so ill that for a lone time she did not know whether
flowers bloomed or grass grew, but when she began to get
well she longed for both. But Rosa’s mother was a poor —
widow, and could earn only enough to pay for what they
really needed. It was tiresome to have to lie in bed all day,
and when she was well enough to sit up, Johnnie, her brother,
said, ‘ Let’s put her in a chair, and carry her out doors.â€
She was very happy to get out of the house, although she
could stay only a little while. They carried her out, after
that, every day till she was able to walk.
One day, while she was sitting there, she heard the click
of the gate. She looked up, and there was a stylish young
lady coming toward her. Rosa thought the young lady
had made a mistake in the house, but was glad of it, so she
could see her. She was very much surprised when the
young lady asked, “ Is this Rosa Yensen ?†and could only
answer, “ Yes, maam.†|
Then Rosa was more ened to hear Hee say, “J Beal :
_ you were ill, Rosa, so I’ve brought you some flowers and fruit.â€
Rosa's eyes grew big as the young lady gave her a bunch
of flowers, and let her look into the basket to see the fruit.
She kept thinking there must be some mistake; but no, the
lady called her by the right name, so they must be for her.
The tears came into her eyes, and she could not speak.
“Perhaps you don't like flowers?†said the visitor, although _
she knew from the exprcesion of the sick face, that she did. 2
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Rosa managed to speak. “Oh! yes I do, I’ve just ached
to go where I could see some. I didn’t think they would
come to me. Do you really mean I am to keep them?â€
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“Yes indeed. I’ve brought them on purpose for you,
though I wasn’t sure you would like them.â€
ae mother, and Johnnie, and baby sister came out to see
what was going on, and then Johnnie brought out a chair
for the visitor. She staid a little while, and brightened Rosa
with her lively talk almost as much as with her other gifts,
and when she said good-bye she asked, “May I come to see |
you again, Rosa?â€
Rosa said, “Please do come. I'd like it so much e you
would, and I’m very much obliged for it all.â€
When the doctor came he asked right away, “ What has :
happened to you, Rosa, to make you feat so happy?†;
“OQ Doctor! such a fine young lady has been here, and.
she came on purpose to see me, and bring me some jelly, |
and grapes, and bananas, and best of all, some flowers.â€
“Who was she, Rosa?â€
“T don’t know at all, Doctor, and I was afraid to ask her
name? Do you know?†7
“How should I know? You don’t tell me whether she has —
green or blue eyes, nor whether her hair is yellow or red.â€
“She was just lovely! And I can’t think how she KIS
my name, nor how she knew I was sick.†=
The young lady called several times, but Rosa could only :
find out her name. — sf
The doctor never let out the secret to Rosa, be if you
should ask him, he would tell you that a lady in charge of |
the “ Flower and Fruit Mission†asked for the names of all
his poor patients, and Rosa’s name was put on his list. :
And that was how Rosa came to have such as and Suen 2
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OLD POP CORN.
OLD POP CORN.
When out to walk old
| Pop Corn went,
He had a spotless tie;
A neat umbrella in his
hand,
A glass at either eye.
The wicked boys. they
lap wait,
To take old Pop
3 -Corn’s life; |
They went behind hin
| down the street,
With hidden hoe
and knife. i
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| And when they reached
a quiet spot,
Pop like a sheep was
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They mashed his hat,
untied his shoes,
And scraped one side
of Corn.
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work was done,
Old Pop Corn found
his voice—
children ran,
Would make the good
When half their dreadful
The way those naughty.
OLD POP CORN.
ee oy Pop quickly donned his
| ata] . hat again,
And tied his shoes up
x tight ;
| Then tried to catch the
dreadful boys—
But they were out
Then hurrying to his
home, he met
A. little Corn who
squealed:
“The girls are coming out
of school,
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The warning came too
~ late to save—
He had no time to
hide ;
The girls were quicker
than the boys,
And scraped his other
side.
night, when home
old Pop Corn got,
worthless cob was
he;
all those naughty
boys and girls,
Had Pop Corn, after
tea.
THE CUT FINGER. ae
THE CUT FINGER.
‘TONY and his little brother Rico were in the corn-house.
Tony was using his knife, and carelessly laid it down
while he went away for a moment. When he came back,
he found Rico holding his finger, and looking very queer.
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He made him show the finger, and found that he had cut
himself, and was keeping his lips shut tightly so as not to
cry, for Tony had told him never to touch the knife.
Tony felt like scolding, but when he saw poor Ricos noble
efforts to keep the tears back, he had to smile, and set about
bandaging the wounded finger.
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EAP BY Ie elise eats
“TITTLE by little,†an acorn said,
As it slowly sank in its mossy bed;
“Tam slowly growing every day, °
Hidden deep in the earth away.â€
Little by little each day it grew;
Little by little it sipped the dew ;
Downward it sent out a thread-like root;
Up in the air sprung a tiny shoot
Day after-day, and year after year,
Little by little the leaves appear ;
And the slender branches spread far and wide,
Till the mighty oak is the forest's pride.
“Little by little,†said a thoughtful boy,
“Moment by moment, I'll well employ, __
Learning a little every day, |
And not spending all my time in play,
And still this rule in my mind shall dwell—
Whatever I do, I'll do it well.
Little by little, Pl learn to know
The treasured wisdom of long ago;
And one of these days perhaps I'll see
That the world will be the better for me.â€
~ And do you not think this simple plan
Made him a wise and useful man?
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MISS PUSS.
MISSAR USS:
MBs. JONES was sitting by the open window sewing.
< Her work-basket lay on the window shelf. Miss Puss
was curled up on the floor. She watched Mrs. Jones sew,
and wished she might handle the thread herself. Presently
Mrs. Jones was called away, and Miss Puss jumped up on
the window shelf.
She tried on the thimble, but it was too small for her paw.
Then she thought she would clean out Mrs. Jones’ work
basket. While she sat there pawing its contents, Mr. Tom
came along. Miss Puss looked very handsome, as she sat
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in the open window, the lace curtain ‘draped apove her.
Mr. Tom saw her, and fell in love with her at first sight.
He walked quietly up to the window, while his heart went
pit-a-pat. The first thing Miss- Puss knew a strange cat's
paws were on the nee shelf. |
She jumped with surprise, and blushed in the way cats do.
Mr. Tom said, “ Good oe ‘Can you tell me where
Miss Maltese lives?â€
Now Miss Maltese was.a belle. Miss Puss had stolen a
sly glance at Mr. Tom, and saw that he was an elegant cat.
She wished he wouldn't look for Miss Maltese. But she
answered sweetly, “ Yes, I know where Miss.Maltese lives,
but the way is crooked and rough. You will have to crawl
over roofs, and climb up walls ane jump over fences. Per-
haps you would spoil your a coat.†|
Mr. Tom winked at himself, but looked innocently at
Miss Puss as he said, “If the way isso crooked, I’m afraid
I'll get lost. Would you beso kind and gracious as to show
me the way? I’m sorry to interrupt your sewing, but ought
you not to be out this fine day ?†|
Miss Puss mewed, and me-owed, and said, “ Perhaps I
can spare a few moments to show you the way.†And with
that, she gave the scissors and thimble a final ae and jumped
out of the window.
_ When Mrs. Jones came back to her sewing, she wondered
who had tried to finish her work. She guessed it was Miss
Puss. She looked out of the window in time to see her
walking off with the elegant stranger.
I don’t believe Miss Puss’ and Mr. Tom ever tried to find
Miss Maltese.
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HOW WINKIE WAS LOST AND FOUND.
HOW WINKIE WAS LOST AND FOUND.
i au [N a pretty garden near a great city
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was a little girl, with a tennis
racket in her hand, quite ready for
} a game. But the only play-fellow
My she had was a small hairy terrier
called Winkie.
Elsie Graham, for that was her
name, was waiting for her three
friends, Lilly, May, and Johnnie
Seymour, who were coming to play
: and have tea with her. In the sum-
mer-house close by the table was laid, with her own tea-set
of blue and white’ china, sponge-cake, strawberries, and
plenty of nice bread and butter. | “A
~ Suddenly Winkie jumped up and ran to the fence, bark-
ing violently. Elsie followed him, saying, “Hush, Winkie!
what is the matter?†|
She was rather startled at seeing a ragged, forlorn little
boy, gazing longingly at the tempting feast in the arbor.
His cheeks were thin and pale, and his feet were bare. At
the sight of the dainty little lady he shrank timidly back. |
“Are you hungry, little boy?†said Elsie. The boy did
not answer, but began to slink off “Wait a minute!†and
Elsie ran to the table, cut off a large piece of cake, and,
holding it out to the child, said:
“Tt is my own cake, so you shall have my share.â€
The boy took it eagerly, saying, “Thank yer kindly, Miss:
it's the first bit of food I've had to-day.â€
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“Poor little boy! why doesn’t your mother give you
dinner?â€
“T ain't got no mother nor father,†said the Hon «J Cel
~a penny now and then, or a crust from folks, that’s all.â€
Just then the sight of a policeman scared poor Joe away,
and Elsie’s friends arriving, she did not think much more of
the pitiful tale she had heard. But at tea-time she refused to
have any cake, as she had given her share away.
Suddenly it struck her that Winkie was missing. In great
distress the children at once began hunting all over the gar-
den, calling and whistling. oe
“That boy stole him, I expect,†said Johnnie.
Elsie’s father and mother, when they heard of her loss, did
all they could to console her, and promised to make all
inquiries, offer a reward, and do all they could to recover
her pet. 7
In the meantime, what was Minti doing? Well, I must
tell you that Winkie’s great weakness was ne He had
been watching the table all the afternoon, and several times
had sat up and waved his front paws to Elsie, then trotted
to the table and wagged his tail in the most coaxing manner.
But Elsie had said, “ No, Winkie, not yet;†so Rs became
rather sulky. When he saw her give the cake to Joe, he
had run along the fence till he came to a place large enough
to get through, and followed Joe. When Joe sat down to
eat ae eee he was astonished to see the loveliest little dog
sit up before him and beg for a bit.
“Why now,†exclaimed Joe, “it's the dog that belongs to
the young lady with the golden hair!†3
He threw him a bit of cake; then seeing some men com.
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ing along, he hid the tiny creature under his jacket. saying
to himself:
“They'd steal him, as sure as hae and I must take
him back to his home. She was kind to me, so now I'll do.
her a good turn.â€
Joe felt quite a thrill of pleasure to think he could do a
kindness to the young lady who had spoken so gently to
him. So he waited till nearly dark, and trudged back to the.
garden, intending: to put the dog inside the gate. But just
as he arrived there, a gentleman came up, and seeing the
boy putting down the dog, he caught hold of him, saying,
“Now then, youngster, what are you doing here, and how
did you come by that dog?â€
Joe’s teeth chattered with fright; he burst into tears,
sobbing out, “I never stole him, I brought him back, he
ae me, he did!â€
“Now don’t cry, my boy,†said Mr. Graham (for it was he),
“come along, and let us hear all about it.â€
Joe tried to dart away, but was held firmly, and taken into
the hall, where Elsie was already hugging and kissing
Winkie. When Joe found they were all kindly disposed —
towards him, he told them his story: how he had lost both
father and mother with fever, and had lived chiefly by
begging, and what food the neighbors could spare from their
own scanty store, and slept where he could. The Grahams
gave him a good meal, and soon after got him into a school,
telling him if he turned out a good, honest boy, he should’
be taken into their service. | :
I am glad to say this did happen, and Joe is a great
favorite with them all and never forgets to be grateful.
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MINNA sat working. Suddenly something brushed: past
her. nose, and fell in her lap. Her scream of surprise
brought Grandpa and Sophy and Betty out in a hurry to
see what was the matter. Minna sat with her eyes turned -
up, and a kitten in her lap. All looked up. Their old cat
was peering down upon them from the little loft which you
see in the picture. She was looking to see what had become
of one of her kittens that had suddenly rolled out of its oly
home.
Grandpa thought there must be more one ure
enough, two more were found and brought down. Sophy ~
gave them a pan of milk, and Minna fed therm in her lap.
Master Independence has gulped down his milk in a
hurry. He sits on the floor and looks about him. He quite
likes the world he has just tumbled into. His flight through
the air makes him feel important. The other kittens are not
so forward. This is a new way to take their meals. One is
trying to get into the milk feet and all.
The kittens were put to bed on a piece of carpet on the
floor; for Grandpa said kittens should not live so high up in
the world. The old cat took one of her babies in her mouth,
as mother-cats do, and tried to carry it up to the old home.
She could climb alone easily enough, but to climb ee
so big a baby, was more than one cat could do.
ee gave up trying to get her family back to the ae
loft. Master Independence got into many a scrape, and had
to be punished. But he was soon taught how to behave,
and turned out to be the best mouser of them all.
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A CLIMBING RACE
OME, lets get up to the very top!†barked Squat.
“You'll never do it,†growled Spot, contemptuously.
Spot was so called because of the three black patches on his
back. He was the handsomest of the four puppies, and
always looked down upon Squat, who was the ugly one of
the family.
“Why shall I never do it?†asked Squat, quietly meas-
uring the distance with his eyes, while on his face was that —
odd, critical, comical expression which puppies and very
young folks have sometimes.
“Why! What a question!†responded Spot, in disdain.
“Everybody knows, except your thick-headed self; that
youre so awkward and ungainly that you can never do things
like other people.†i | |
“Well, never mind,†said Squat, good humoredly. “I
_ don't care to climb up there like other people; all I want is
to get up to the top myself.’ a
“We will go too!†cried Snap and Vic. “Yes,†added
Snap, after a moment’s pause, “if stupid old Squat thinks
he can do it we ought to try, if only to show him how.â€
There was just the faintest possible sign of a smile lurk-
ing round Squat’s mouth, as his brother made this speech,
but he made no answer, except by beginning at once to climb.
It was a funny thing to see the four puppies all trying to
scrainble up the three deep steps leading to the terrace walk.
Straining, struggling, slipping back and rolling over, was —
rather exhausting work, and Spot was the first to weary of it.
“What's the use of troubling ourselves?†said he; “after».
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all, there’s nothing to be gained by getting to the top! It’s
only one of Squat’s senseless ideas.†=
“No, don’t let us give it up yet,†cried Vic, and with a
great effort she contrived to haul herself up on to the first
step, where Squat already was.
Spot, ashamed of being outdone by his sister and brother, .
put forth all his strength, and clambering up, joined them.
There the three stood panting (Snap still below them), Spot
and Vic looking laughingly downward, while Squat turned
his eye still upward, his courage undaunted.
“T've had enough,†said Spot; “I shall Slay Were,
“Oh! let's have one more try,†cried Vic. Squat said
nothing, but as soon as he had got his breath, he began to
clamber upward; Vic eagerly followed, and Spot too, out of
shame. As for Snap, he had turned sulky, and was not
trying to climb at all now, but sat looking on discontentedly.
The middle step was the hardest of all, and Spot and Vic
were so busy scrambling and tumbling back, that they had
not noticed Squat, when suddenly a little half suppressed °
bark of triumph reached their ears, and looking up they saw
the despised puppy standing on the top of the terrace, the
very picture of perseverance rewarded.
“At the same moment’a howl came from Snap, who had
never got beyond the first step. In glancing up at Squat, he
had somehow over-balanced himself, and toppling, rolled
into a broken pot, thereby receiving sundry cuts and bruises
which were a just punishment for his surly temper.
“You're the best of us, Squat, after all,†said Vic, looking
up with her goggle eyes full of admiration. “ You said
nothing when we were all jabbering; you only did.â€
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CARLO AND THE PUPPIES.
CARLO AND THE PUPPIES:
TH REE nice little doggies were Fan, Gyp, and Sprite;
Full of fun and pear nature, active and bright,
They never were quiet from morning till nig
These frolicsome puppies three.
When running along with nose to the ground,
Hither and thither, one of them found
A beautiful biscuit, large and round—
How glad were these puppies three !
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But when not an atom off either side .
Could they get, though in turn each tugged and ee
Their joy was over—they nearly cried —
So sad were these puppies three.
Now Carlo, the watchdog, lying close by,
Looking lazily out of his half-opened eye,
Said to himself, “ Why shouldn't I try
To be kind to these puppies three?â€
So out he stretched his big white paw,
And put the biscuit inside his jaw!
But oh, dear me! when this they saw,
Alarmed were these puppies three.
They shook and trembled in such a fright,
In case he should swallow it all up quite,
But, instead he gave it a gentle bite,
And before these puppies three
He laid it down in morsels fit
For the smallest among them to take a bit,
And very soon they had eaten it,
_ Those greedy puppies three. _
For their fear of Carlo was gone, and they
Quickly gobbled it all away ;
And then returned to their games of play,
Those frolicsome puppies three.
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PUGGIE MAKES A LITTLE MISTAKE.
**wHAT! STRANGE DOG IN THE HQUSE. COME, SKIP SIR! CLEAR ouT! BOW-—Ww—
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“Goop GRACIOUS! WHAT ON EARTH HAS HAPPENED?â€
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CHATTERWELL STORIES.â€
A VISIT TO SUNNYSIDE FARM.
Re ALICE and Katie
Sinclair had come
to spend a few weeks
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cheeks.
They lived in New York, and it was their first visit to a
real farm. Scie
They had a toy farm at home, with roosters and hens as
large as the sheep, and cows which could easily look over
the roof of the farm-
house.
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Katie would rush in to call Alice to look
at the dear old hen with all her wee chickens;
some poking their little heads from under
her wings, some on her back, twittering
and running to look wherever the mother
scratched on the ground with her
claw. “What sweet little. fluffy
pets!†exclaimed Katie.
Alice said she never thought
she could like pigs, they grunted
so, but the young ones were quite
pretty. Then the rabbits had to
be fed, and both Alice and Katie helped to drive the cows
home in the evening. Jumbo, the dog, amused them by the
clever way he ran round the cows and barked to make them
all go together. Then what fun it was making hay, and
riding home on the loaded wagon.
The children were out in the fields nearly all day, gather-
ing wild flowers, and making friends with all the animals.
The little calves who came to
drink at the brook, wondered
what curious creatures they
were, and stood gazing at them
with their soft brown eyes, not
knowing whether they were
friends or foes. Alice and
Katie talked gently to them,
and offered them clover and
grass. Katie felt rather glad
the brook was between them
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when she saw their big teeth. Both children laughed heart-
ily when the playful creatures gamboled and leaped about.
The little girls looked so strong and rosy when they went
back to the city that their father said he hardly knew them
again, and they told their brothers many tales of the wonders
of the farm-yard. _They looked forward to the next summer,
when their parents said perhaps they might revisit the farm.
BLACKBERRY GATHERING.
[N the bright days of autumn, when the sun glows on the
trees, ee
The sound of children’s voices echoes upon the breeze,
As to the tangled bushes a score of little feet |
Hurry along to search once more for berries ripe and sweet.
The hazel’s yellow leaflets are dropping one by one,
And the red leaves of the bramble flash in the setting sun ;
And where the crimsoned thorn-wreaths twine with the
fading gold, | u
Bright eyes a tempting cluster of shining fruit behold.
And rosy lips are ready, as well as merry eyes,
And chubby hands with eager joy clutch at the tempting prize,
Till little aching fingers, purpled by many a stain,
Wearily find their tired way into small mouths again.
But now the juicy berries, shining out black and red,
Hang in the evening twilight unheeded, overhead ;
For when the fern-owl flutters forth from his rustic nest,
Each tired and sleepy youngster seeks home for needed rest.
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- HOME FROM BERRYING.
CHATTERWELL STORIES.
A BASKETFUL OF MISCHIEF.
ARLY one bright morning a large basket was left for
Miss Elsie Little. She was eager to open it at once,
but mamma, who heard strange sounds coming from the
basket, said that one of the servants should carry it out of
doors to be unpacked. ‘ a
Elsie followed quickly, and when she took off the covering
found, to her delight, five of the sweetest little kittens she
had ever seen, and taking one in her arms, she ran in with
great glee to tell her seh: about the. new-comers.
“Five!†cried mamma, looking rather grave; “I knew
that Aunt Jessie was going to sand one, but I really cannot
have five kittens in the house. You must give four away
and keep one for yourself. Which one shall it be?â€
Elsie looked puzzled. It was so hard to choose one when
all were such beauties. |
“T know,†said her mother, “that you will be very kind
to the one you keep, so I think you should have the one
which behaves the best. You may keep them all for two
days and watch them before you decide which you would
like to keep.†:
Away ran Elsie to the lawn, where the kittens were romp-
ing with each other, creeping in and out of their basket, and
thoroughly enjoying their game of play.
What fun they all had that bright summer morning!
Elsie named them, Cuffy, Huffy, Fluffy, Puffy, and Ruffy
and tried hard to teach them their names.
Now the kittens did not know that the little eirl, was
watching to see which was the Bese behaved of the party.
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Just before they left their mother, when she washed their
faces for the last time, she had purred over them, and told —
them to be good, and always to be kind to one another.
But they soon forgot her words, and when the sop was
brought out for their dinner, Puffy ran to the saucer and
lapped up the greater part of the milk before the others
could get near it. | |
“] shan’t keep Puffy, he is too greedy,†thought Elsie.
The little girl had to leave the kittens for a while to say
her lessons, but as soon as these were over she ran out again,
took one of them up in her arms, and began to stroke it.
But Huffy was just in the midst of a game of play with the
others, and did not want to be disturbed; so he dug his
claws into his mistress arm and gave her a long deep scratch
which brought the tears to her eyes. :
«Tm sure | won't keep Huffy, he is so spiteful,†she said,
-as she ran to her mother for comfort.
‘Long before the next day was over it was quite certain
that Fluffy was Elsie’s pet. She was so good and pretty, so
playful and full of fun. ts |
Puffy was given to the butcher's wife, the milk-man took
Cuffy, and Huffy was sent to a farm a long way off, where
there were no children for her to scratch. What became of
- Ruffy I cannot say, for she ran away into the woods one
~ evening and was never seen again. |
Gentle little Fluffy became Elsie’s own pet, and dearly she
- Joved the little mistress who was so good to her, and long
‘before Elsie was old enough to leave school, Fluffy had
“grown to be a fine handsome cat, with four kittens of her
own playing around her.
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CHATTERWELL STORIES.
HOW. NIP EARNED A TREAT.
«VOU must go through your tricks, and then you. shall
have some cake, Nip. †said Roy.
Nip wagged his tail and gave a little whine, for he wanted
the cake at once.
“Now,†said Roy, not taking any notice of the whine,
« Attention, Nip! Attention!â€
Then Nip stood on his hind legs, and began to put up
his paws and beg.
“Now die for your country, Nip,†said Roy.
And Nip laid himself down on his back and stretched
out his paws, and did not move.
“Very well, Nip,’ said Roy; “now sit up and beg again,
and I will put a bit of cake on your nose. There, that is
right. Now wait till I count ten, and then you may eat it up.â€
“And Roy began to count slowly “ One, two, three,†then
he made a stop, ere Nip sat quite sill “four, five, six, seven,
went on Roy, then he stopped again. This time Nip mov red
his tail backward and forward.
eS Tiles tierce la said Roy, and then- he went on counting
“eight, nine——ten.°
And at ten Nip threw up his nose, and up went the piece
of cake, which he caught as it came down.
Then he settled himself and looked at Roy, as much as to
say, “I have done my part.’ |
“You have been a good dog, Nip,†said Roy, and he put
some bread and milk into a saucer and gave him part of his
cake, and Nip ate it with gladness, and wagged his tail and
licked Roy’s hand. | |
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CHATTERWELL STORIES.
DOLLY'S SAIL.
Two little ducks had already reached the water, and were
swimming off finely. ie
“ Quack-quack,†said a third duck, as he flapped his wings
and looked very brave, but didn’t go very fast toward the
_ water. as
~ “Quack-quack,†said another duck, as he looked very
hard at the water, and waddled down to its edge.
“Quack-quack,†said another little duck, as he stood and
turned the matter over in his head. fs
“Quack-quack,†said mamma’ duck, as she sat in the
bushes and watched her children waddle out for a swim.
“Polly, you must sit still, or you'll tumble on the ducks
and frighten them all away,†said motherly Molly.
- But Polly said that her dolly wanted to see the ducks, and
with that Dolly was pushed out where she could have a
peck. Polly didn't hold on tight enough so Dolly had a
fall. Down she went, out of Polly’s hand, right on to the
back of one of the ducks as he went sailing by.
Mi colly i Oly solvate Quack-quack!â€
The duck sailed away with his passenger, wondering what
was up. Dolly sailed away in her new boat, with her feet
and arms straight out. Not being a French doll, she wasnt
very easy in her manner, but she could balance well on a ©
duck’s back. ,
“My dolly’s having a nice ride. Oh!†and Polly clapped
her hands. .
Master Duck didn’t like being a sailing vessel. He
spluttered and splashed, but Dolly staid on.
DOLLY’S SAIL.
“My dolly'll drown, O-o-oh!†and Polly’s tune had changed.
For Master Duck had decided that the best way to get rid
of his burden was to ——— dive. Master Duck
went under and Miss & Dolly went off.
Everybody knows that dollies
can’t swim well. If it hadn't been for Molly, Polly’s dolly
would have drowned. Molly took a long branch and poked
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away at Dolly till she drew her to land) “My Dolly's all -
wet, cried Polly. |
“Things generally do get wet in water,†said Molly.
Polly hugged Dolly, and Molly hugged Polly, and as she
carried her away fromthe water the ducks all shouted:
“Quack-quack ! Quack-quack !â€
THREE LASSIES.
a LITTLE Lass with golden hair,
A little lass with brown,
A little lass with raven locks,
Went tripping into town.
“J like the golden hair the best!â€
« And I prefer the brown!â€
“ And I the black! †three sparrows said—
Three sparrows of the town.
“Too-whit! Too-whoo !†an old owl cried,
From the belfry in the town;
« Glad-hearted lassies need not mind
If locks be gold, black, brown! |
Too-whit! Too-whoo! so fast, so fast ae
The sands of life run down; | } i
And soon, so soon, three white-haired dames |
Will totter through the town.
Gone then for aye the raven locks,
The golden hair, the brown;
And she will fairest be whose face
Has never worn a frown!â€
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A SURPRISE.
Lipp
A SURPRISE.
“(,O00OD morning young gentlemen !â€
_ Moses and Boses heard a slight rustle in the grass,
but saw no live thing. |
“Good morning, I say!†said the same voice.
- Moses stood up and raised his tail—for he had no hat—
but Boses was not so polite. In the grass, right before their
noses, was.something; but Moses and Boses didn’t know
what. A mouth and two eyes almost as large as their one,
four feet, and no tail!
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CHA TTERIELL STORIES.
“ Good morning |†said Moses. Boses said Fothine but
made a move to arise.
“Don't disturb yourselves,†said the big mouth and eyes,
“you look very well where you are.â€
Moses and Boses were rather young pups, and did not
know what to say. Moses put out a paw; the big mouth
and eyes jumped back a little way. Boses een down,
resting his jaws on his paws, his nose getting nearer the new
acquaintance. He wagged his tail, saying, a ae Oy ‘ve
come, for I should eee play with you.
The big mouth and eyes said, “Thank you, but I coat
play with dogs.†i
So Witeies queer, said Moses, “for dogs vole enjoy play-
ing with you.
ere proved his remark by playfully jumping about. The
big mouth and eyes turned around and jumped. 7
“Moses. looked up, Boses looked down, Moses sniffed,
Boses frowned.
What had become of the big mouth and eyes? They
looked at each other, and smelled of the grass. The big ~
mouth and eyes had really gone.
Later in life, these dogs learned that:besides the big mouth |
and eyes there were legs. They found that fr ogs ‘ens made
a fine dish in a dog’s bill of fare. |
JIMMIE'’S LETTER.
JIMMIE liked to write letters if his sister helped him.
He knew what to say, but he couldn't manage a pen
very well. This is one of the letters which he wrote while
his sister held his hand.
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Â¥IMMIE'S LETTER.
My dear friend Frank :—In my last letter, I wrote you
that I would use my gun on the Fourth of July; but my
mother has changed the programme. She thinks boys should
not use guns on that day. She says we get wild with excite-
ment. A gentleman visited us this winter that had his feet
blown off on the Fourth. I think this should be a warning
to boys. We-wish to torm a company of boys dressed up
for the occasion, and march out and see the parade, and
when tired come home and rest ourselves, and prepare for
the evening fire. works in front of our house. We shall
expect you. » From your friend, Jimmie.
CHATTERWELL STORTES.
A LITTLE UNPLEASANTINESS IN THE ZOO:
| eee was a hippopotamus
Once walking in the Zoo,
And there he met an elephant,
And said, ‘Sir, how do you do?â€
The elephant he raised his trunk,
And lifted up one leg;
He shook his head and crossly said,
‘Don’t speak to me I beg.â€
Then grunted hippopotamus,
And with his little eyes
Looked at the cross old elephant
In anger and surprise.
“Here's fun, here’s fun!†the monkeys said,
“These two are going to fight;â€
They climbed the trees that they might have
Good places for the sight.
The camels shambled slowly up,
The polar bears came too; . |
And jumping in a hurry came
The oldest kangaroo.
Giraffe was-in no hurry, for
His neck was nice and long,
And he could see above the heads
Of that much-varied throng.
The lion and the lioness
Lay still and didn’t care;
The armadillo came to see
That everything was fair.
A LITTLE UNPLEASANTNESS IN THE ZOO.
The tigers and the crocodiles,
Two wolves and one gray fox
Came altogether,
pleased to think
That they should
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He said, “I really
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that I was rude,
And Iapologise,
I have neuralgia
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Which makes
my temper
rise.â€
& | Then off they
| sauntered arm
|
Sage in arm,
baal As friendly as
could be,—
The beasts were disappointed since
There was no fight to see.
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IDLE HANS.
AS there are idle little people in America— boys and ‘girls
who don’t like lessons, and would choose, if they might,
never to learn anything—so there are in all other countries,
and Hans Stein is on the list.
Day by day his mother leaves off work and calls him to —
say his lesson before he goes to school, and day by day the
words seem to go out of Hans Stein’s head (if, indeed, they
were ever zz it), and he sheds tears and complains, and
wishes he had lived in those dark old times that he has
heard of, when reading and writing were not taught to little
peasant boys like him.
Over night, Hans was eld to get his lessons ready, and
he sat down book in hand, it is true. But part of the time
he held it upside down; and part of the time he read over
the words with his thoughts so far away, that he almost for-
got he was sitting in his mother’s kitchen.
It was the same with his writing exercise: he took so
little pains with it that the result was a shameful display of
scrawls and. blots.
Now morning has come, and the little boy is washed and
dressed. His mother has called him to her that she may
~ make sure that his task is well learnt, but he has stammered
and stopped, and given wrong answers, and at last declared
that it is “too hard†for him. |
Hans will not have a pleasant time of it at school, we
may be sure, for though now and then an unlearnt lesson
may be overlooked, teachers soon find out who are the idle
heedless scholars that fail for want of trying.
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Jack Frost kept watch for
the school boys,
True, and merry, and
bright ;
While Snap to the Slug-
gard’s bedside flew,
- And pinched him blue
and white.
LITTLE JACK FROST.
ui i Littie Jack Frost, and
Wii
Cruel Snap,
fd iy Ja J
i Slept in the frozen
re
_ | North,
iF i : ‘Till Father Boreas cried,
“« Awake!â€
And bade them: both
go forth.
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Whatever land they
| visited,
Whether by night or
day,
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into ieee
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All day they shook the
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And tossed the blind-
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At night they froze the
babies’ milk,
And skated on the pail.
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When Lazybones pulled
his scanty quilts,
To cover up his nose,
Jack Frost and saucy little.
Snap,
Perched on his poor
bare toes!
Upon the road to play,
Old Father Boreas came | 3
along,
And_ whirled
them
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And that was the end of Sy
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_CHATTERWELL STORIES.
See Gene rn
“CHILDREN,†said busy
Z (i Mrs. Morton to her two
‘4( boys, who were idly hanging
about the farm-house. door,
teasing their little sister and
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We Vi ZnZ quarreling one with the other, |
\Z PZ ‘Why do you stay at home
ry on such a lovely summer day?
Ms Can’t you go to the wood,
and take little Emma with
you ?—the poor child scarce-
ly ever gets a good walk.
Run now, like good boys, and
sec if you can find some water-cresses down by the stream.
Your father will like them with his tea.’
‘All right!’ cried Walter, the elder of the two, ‘and
mother, perhaps we may find a mushroom or two; you
would like that, wouldn't you?’
‘Yes, that I would, replied his mother, ‘but this is not
quite the season for mushrooms, they come on in August or
September; but run off now, and take care of little Emma.’
And away the boys went, each holding a hand of their little
vister, whom they really loved very much.
Very beautiful indeed was the wood at all seasons of. the
year, but especially so in the leafy month of June, when
happy little birds were singing all around them, and flowers
bloomed on every side.
‘I say, look here, cried Willie, the younger boy, ‘let us
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SPARE THE BIRMS.
never mind the water-cresses. I don’t believe father cares
for them one bit. Come and let us pick great bunches of
flowers, and take them home to mother; she likes a bouquet.’
‘Yes, cried little Emma, ‘and I'll gather daisies, and make
a necklace for my doll;’ and so saying, the little girl sank
down on her knees among the sweet blossoms.
But Walter did not seem so ready to pick wild flowers as
his brother and sister were; he was gazing overhead, where
a couple of little birds were amusing themselves by chasing
each other among the green leaves. ‘I say,’ he whispered
to Willie, ‘keep as quiet as you can, I’m sure these birds
have their nest near here: I wish we could find it.’
Alas, for the pretty little birds! they had no idea that
they were being so closely watched; therefore,-as soon as
they were weary of their play, they both flew into a lilac-
bush, where their mossy little home had been snugly laid,
and which at this moment contained three hungry little ones,
all eager to be fed. |
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CHATTERWELL STORIES.
‘Ah, ha!’ cried Walter, who had been atcing all the
time. ‘I have you now, I think;’ and thrusting his arm into
the thickest part of the lilac-bush, he dragged out the nest,
with all the little birds in it.
Meantime, from overhead was heard the pitiful cette of
the parent birds, and I do not know any sadder sound than
the cries of these little creatures, when deprived of their
young.
Little Emma felt her heart moved to pity, ‘Oh, put them
back, put them back!’ she cried; ‘the mother bird loves
them, just as mother loves us; oh, do put them back.’
Walter and Willie were not unkind boys; they also hated
to hear the mournful cries overhead, so after a little consul-
tation together, they returned the nest to its place, and settled
it all as comfortably as they could. Very soon they had
the satisfaction of seeing the mother bird spread her piety
wings over her babies, while te
her partner flew away to find
some food for his darlings.
Oh,:- how happy. the child-
ren felt, and how pleased was
their mother when they told
her the whole story! ‘I’m so
glad, dear children, she said,
‘that you are not cruel.
‘Never forget that God loves
the little birds, and it pleases
Him when children are kind
to. His creatures, however
small and humble they may be.
74 :
SSVAIND EY:
EFORE the big
mirror stands |
Freddy, vain elf,
Complacently gaz-
ing therein at
himself ;
/\ peacock’s bright
feather he holds,
as is meet,
For the peacock’s
chief failing, you
know, is conceit.
He saysto himself, —
«Adorned with
this feather,
I think lam pretty,
indeed I do,
rather :
I am sure that to
all it must be
very plain
I've the best of
good reasons for
feeling quite
vain.â€
Now is he not
silly? To hope
let us try
That more sense |
in his noddle
he'll get by
and by;
For no matter how
fine to appear
they endeavor,
Coxcombs_ the
' object of laugh-
ter are ever.
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VANITY.
4
CHATTERWELL STORIES.
A NOISE IN THE NIGHT.
A GRAND OLD farmhouse it was, with great barns and ©
a stackyard at the side, and all round nothing but fields
and woods. A splendid place to spend vacation in. The
rooms were wide, with great beams in the ceilings, which |
were low. There were not many of these rooms either, and
Ella and Mattie and Trot found with joy they were to sleep
together. There was a great old wardrobe in the room
which Mrs. Marks, the farmer’s wife, called a press. The
three were almost too tired after their long journey to pay
much heed to anything and were soon fast Pelee
“Hark! what's that?â€
It was Mattie, and she started up as she spoke, and th at
waked Ella and Trot.
“What's the matter?†said Ella, sleepily.
“Such a funny noise,†whispered Mattie; “just listen.â€
They sat up and listened. The moon was shining brightly,
and some of its light sifted through the window curtains.
At first all was quiet, but then the noise began again. A
scuffling, scratching, growling sort of noise, but all muffled
and smothered sounding.
“It's in the big cupboard, the press,†said® Ella.
“ Pwaps it's a wobber,†faltered Trot, who was frightened.
“Oh, let us run to Mother.†|
“No, no,†said Ella, who was the eldest. “Don’t wake
Mother; she was so tired. It can’t be.a robber, because
when Mrs. Marks opened the press to get the towels I saw
it was all shelves full of things. The very smallest robber
could not get in. I expect it’s only a mouse.â€
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\ CHATTERWELL STORIES.
«Tt must be a ‘normous big mousie,†said Mattie, “to make
that noise. Perhaps he’s grown into a rat!â€
“Oh!†cried Trot, “if he's a rat hell bite our toes. Oh,
I can feel him, oh!†ids |
“Nonsense,†said Ella, “that’s my foot hitting yours?â€
“Tt might—be—a bogie!†Mattie trembled as she spoke,
“Don't you ‘member how old. Nurse said there was a bogie
where she was as a child, and it lived in a dark hole under
the stairs?†|
“Ves,†answered Ella, “but she never saw it, and mother
says there aren't such things now. a
“But in an old house like this,†persisted Mattie, “it might
have lived on—a very old bogie. Oh! just listen now.â€
“T think I can guess what it is,†said Ella in a moment.
“T’m going to get up and see.†|
Then: the brave little girl rose from the bed and drew
aside the window curtains, letting in a flood of moonlight.
Just then there was a great scuffle, and then a cry, distinct
but muffled,—“ Me-a-ow !â€
“It's the cat, as I thought,†cried Ella, running to the
press, where fortunately the key remained. She opened the
door, and out tumbled a little kitten, that had crept unnoticed
inside and gone to sleep, and had now waked up in a fright.
“Kitty! Kitty!†cried the delighted children. “Kitty,
come to bed with us.â€
Kitty pranced about a bit at first, but presently accepted
the invitation; and when Mother came in the morning, she
found four sleeping faces in the bed instead of three, and
the fourth was a little round, gray, furry face, nestled close
against Trot’s rosy cheek.
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: INTO PUSSYV’S CLAWS.
INTO PUSSY’S CLAWS.
ie a corner, snug and warm,
Pussy dozing lay,
While out of sight within the wall
Were two young mice at play.
“It’s very silly I’m sure,†said one,
‘To stay here in the dark,
While if outside we could but roam
We might have many a lark.
« Puss would catch us, mother said,
With her big cruel claws ;
But I feel sure she’s a gentle cat —
Just see her velvet paws!â€
“Oh no! don’t go,†his sister said,
‘For mother’s always right ;
We promised not to leave this hole
Till she came home to-night.â€
“Poor little coward,†the other replied,
“Tf you're afraid stay here:
The place is big; I can run about
And Pussy not go near.â€
So out of the crack the mousie crept,
But his sister stayed in the wall;
And the end of that mouse you'll have
to guess,
- As he never came back at all.
For in Pussy’s pretty velvet paws
Were claws most cruel to mice ;
And so bright were her eyes, and sharp
her teeth,
Poor mousie went in a trice.
Oh! listen, children, ever with care
To those more wise than you ;
And whatsoever by them you're told,
Be always sure to do.
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CHATTERIVELL STORIES.
EO iM ls:
tS rubies they are shining
Amid the grasses green,
And where the wheat is golden
They gleam like stars between;
The cornflowers close are creeping
With dew-wet, sweet blue eyes,
And marguerites around them
Look upward to the skies.
Across the fields, my darlings!
How joyfully ye run
To cull the crimson garlands
Beneath the gladsome sun.
Ye crown your heads with poppies
Aflame with radiant light,
Ye homeward bear a harvest
Of blossoms burning: bright.
Within your little fingers
Soon, soon the bloom will die;
The brightest things, dear children,
Must wither by and by;
_The cornflowers and the poppies
That smile ‘neath summer ray
_ Shall grow at last so weary,
And sleep beside the way.
But He Who made the flow’rets,
The beauty and the light,
He slumbers not nor wearies
By. morn or noon or night;
His kindness never fadeth;
His goodness never: wanes,
Through every changing season
His love unchanged remains.
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CHATTERWELL STORIES.
PATIENT FISHERS.
THE larger of the two birds in the picture opposite is the
heron, a bird that has its home on marshy river and
lake shores, and in swampy grounds. Its habits make the
title of “ Patient Fisher†a very fitting one. ,
Calm and silent it stands all alone in the shallow water.
You may go away and come back im half an hour and there ~
it is still; it has not moved, save perhaps to shift from one
foot to the other (for it is fond of resting on one leg, drawing
up the other so that you cannot see it), or for a change to
stand on both together. |
It can neither dive nor swim, so it just waits till some
unlucky fish comes within reach, and then—you thought
the heron was dreaming, did you?—not a bit of it—the prey
is down that roomy throat in an instant, after which the heron
resumes its former attitude, and looks as innocent as if noth-
ing had happened.
The smaller bird in the picture is the kingfisher. His
method of fishing differs from the heron’s, his usual custom
_ being to sit on a branch.or rock overhanging the stream,
from which he watches everything that goes on in the water
below. When he sees a fish within reach, down he goes like
a shot, entering the water so smoothly that scarcely a bubble
remains to tell of his dive. The next moment he rises, bear-
ing his prey in his mouth, and returns to his resting-place.
Here he swallows his captive head first, or, if there be young
ones at home, he may carry it away to them.
Although the kingfisher is not a large bird, his brilliant
blue and green plumage makes him very noticeable.
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CHATTERWELL STORIES.
WHAT IS IT?
| RS. BROWN'’S family consisted of four cats. They
yy 5
were not baby cats, nor mamma cats, but cats just old
enough to know a thing or two. They were interested in
everything that was brought into or taken out of the house.
They knew all Mrs. B’s friends and helped entertain them.
In fact they had more privileges than daughters of a house
usually hold. |
Mrs. B's birthday had come, and with it a gift. Now these
cats had seen Mrs. B. receive the package, and wished very
much to know what was in it. They seated themselves to
watch the opening. They were somewhat surprised at Mrs.
B's exclamations of pleasure when she brought the gift to
light, for it was nothing to eat, nor to drink, nor to wear.
With the package came a bottle. Now these cats ee
bottles, for they had seen men and babies use them. Mrs.
B. ran to the table at once and seemed to be giving this
object a drink from the bottle. Tom thought ae queer, not
believing it was alive. For how could anything live wrap-
ped nnd and around with so many coverings.
Tabby thought babies were wrapped up-every bit as
closely and this might be one. Mrs. B. ran for a match,
scratched it, and aie it was all on fire held it to the byod:
That decided Tom in his opinion that it wasn’t a baby, as
he had heard mothers say that babies must not play with
matches. Tim suggested cigars, but there was no odor of
tobacco.
Mrs. B. brought a pitcher of water and that object drained
it. “What a big stomach it must have,†thought Tiny.
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Presently there was a sound. Tom wasn't surprised, for he
knew nobody could take all that water, and the contents of a —
bottle, and not feel ill. But that sound was too cheerful to —
mean pain. Each asked, “ What is it?â€
Tabby, Tom, Tiny, and Tim thought and thought, and
listened and listened, and purred and pte |
Then all settled themselves on the table except Tiny whe
didn’t wish to be too near. Suddenly something began
coming out of that object. They wished for a moment they
were on the floor but they tried to look brave.
“That looks like something I saw coming out of people's
mouths last winter when they walked out on very cold days,â€
said Tom.
“That looks like what comes here smokes,†said
Tabby.
“T saw a lot of that when Meer dumped the boiling
clothes into a tub,†said Tim.
“T guess that's acloud and it’s going upto the sky,†said Tiny.
“Tf that is so,’ said Tom, “then that thing must be a
machine for making clouds.’
i Perhaps it is a new kind of stove, for it is making’ me
warm, said Tim.
Tabby Satay lpetcn tea ee, cause it has more than
two feet.â€
Tom said, “It may be a new pet of Mrs. B's, but it can't
play with us, for it has neither fur nor tail.†|
Mrs. B: saw their curious looks, and said, “So you ne
it is fine, too, do you?â€
But she never told them that it was merely a five o'clock
ecm cuties |
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FEEDING THE BIRDS..
FEEDING THE BIRDS.
T breakfast and at dinner time,
Upon the lawn I throw the crumbs,
Each little birdie knows where he
Shall find the food for which he comes.
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And when they’ve swallowed ev'ry mite We ought to feed the little birds —
That there upon the ground may lie, God made them every one you know,
They say “Good morning, thank you, And worms they cannot get when ail
ma’am,†The ground is hard with frost and
And then away, away they fly. snow.
» We Should not like to see them die
For want of food while we are fed,
The pretty songsters we will love,
And give them too their “ daily bread.â€
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CHATTERWELL STORIES.
GRANDPA’S PET.
(GRANDPA was reading intently. Ethel was quietly
making a ladder. 7A wees legged stool on an old chair
helped her to reach Grandpa's ee Silestiecamiticne an
He tried to brush the fly away. “ Booh!†said the maiden.
Grandpa started. It was not a fly at all. It was his pet.
He took off his glasses and put out his arms. She gave
him a kiss and slid into his lap.
“Please tell me a story about when you was a little boy.
Tse tired of playing.†said Ethel.
“Once, when I was a little boy,†began Grandpa, “my
father had a fine fat pig. One night, when. Father was away
from home, there was a noise in the pig-pen. Grunt! grunt!
Squeal! squeal! My mother took the gun and rushed out
to the pen, and there she saw a bear. He was so near the
pig she didn’t dare to shoot. She might have killed the pig
instead of the bear. She pushed the gun through the bars
and poked the bear. He like a coward ran away. In the
morning half of that fine pig was gone, for in the night the
bear h “c called again.
WING mex roe a trap was set for the Rae near, I Ine
rest of the pig was put in a trap to tempt him. The bear
came again. He wished another supper of pig. He found
the pig. And he found something else that he didn’t enjoy
so much. He wished very much to leave, but the trap held
him fast. There he was in the morning! Father lost his
pig but he found a bear.†7
« Please tell me another story.†urged Ethel.
“Not now, child, run away while Grandpa reads.â€
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CHATTERWELL STORIES.
THE STORY OF THE LITTLE HEN.
is PLEASE, Mamma, tell me a story.â€
“Oh I can’t, my dear.â€
“Please read me a story then,†urged Jennie. She went
to the table for a book she knew and handed it to her
Mamma. | . |
Her Mamma took the book and asked, “What shall I
read to my little girl?â€
“Td like to hear about the little hen.†|
As she said this she leaned against her mamma to listen.
Her mamma put her arm around Jennie and began :— :
“Mrs. Hope kept a few chickens. Her little daughter
Emma liked them all, and used to watch them eat, and run,
and fight. But she wished one all for her very own. 5o0_
her mamma gave her a bantam hen. |
“Emma grew very fond of this little hen, and the little
hen grew very tame. Emma coaxed her away from the
other fowls by giving her feed. The little girl and the little
hen seemed to have good times together. ~
“Perhaps Emma fed the little hen too much, or it ate
something poisonous, at any rate it fell ill. It put its head
under its wing and would not move. Mrs. Hope took it
into the house to doctor it. Emma sat near it, feeling very
sad. The poor little hen was very ill. Emma watched it,
and sometimes spoke to it, but the bantam never opened its
eyes nor stirred a feather. It was so very still that Emma
thought it must be taking a nap. And so it was, taking a
very long one. For when Mrs. Hope came to give it
another dose of medicine, she found the little hen quite dead.
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CHATTERWELL STORIES. | | |
“Emma took her pet in her arms, and hugged it, and
cried as though her heart must break. Then she took it out .
doors and held it in her arms a long time, carrying it with
her wherever she went. She wanted to keep it always, and
wondered where she could put it. By and by she went
quietly up stairs into -her room and into her closet. There
in one corner on the floor she put a shawl, and on the shawl _
she gently laid her little friend. Then she covered it up so
no one at see It.
“Every little while Emma would go to the closet to see if
the little hen was all right. She went the last thing at night,
and the first thing in the morning. One day Mrs. ene in
searching for ihe Cee ee odor, found the bantam —
eos wrapped up on the closet floor. She felt very sorry |
for Emma, but she had to tell her th at the little hen must be |
put away where she could not see it. |
Poor Emma cried very hard when she heard this, for
she could not bear to give it up. Mrs. Hope took the little
hen away, promising to have proper care taken of it; and
Emma let it go, knowing that her mother knew best. She
missed the little hen very much. When she went into the.
yard it wasn’t there. When she went to her room it wasn’t
there. She never forgot this feathered friend, although she
_ was soon very busy anne after other pets.— _
“And that is the end of net story,†said Jennie’s Mamma.
“Now run away my dear, for we have no fairies to mend
the stockings.â€
Jennie went away, wishing very much that she too had a
nen. “Still,†she said to herself, “a dolly is better, for a
dolly don't die.â€
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A BARNVARD AFFRAY.
A BARNYARD AFFRAY.
“WELL did you ever?†said Snap to Pinch. “Just see
where old Redhackles and his wife are cooped up.
Let’s have some fun with him ?†|
“T don’t know,†said Pinch, who was rather more cautious
than Snap; “he’s a dangerous old chap when he gets mad.â€
“Pooh!†said Snap, “I’m not afraid of him, and at any
rate he can’t do much the way he’s fixed now. I’m going to
pull out some of his tail feathers. I believe the conceited old
fool is particularly vain of them.â€
With this he made a grab at poor Redhackles’ fine curved
plumes. Great was the uproar! Redhackles and Mrs.
Redhackles both squawked at the top of their voices, and
beat the sides of the coop wildly with their wings, Snap
held on to the feathers with all his might, and Pinch danced
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CHATTERWELL STORIES.
A BARNYARD AFFRAY.
round madly and barked. Finally the coop was overturned,
and its occupants seized the chance to escape through the
open end, Redhackles freeing himself by a violent effort,
but leaving the choicest of his tail ornaments between
Snap’s teeth. ;
Snap dropped the feathers, and he and Pinch started in
pursuit of the unfortunate birds. But Redhackles could now
meet them on terms nearer equal, so he turned and gave battle,
for the old fellow had real fighting-cock blood in him. »
He quickly made the two dogs aware that his spurs: were
“weapons not to be despised; and by the time each of them
had got several sharp digs, they were ready to retire from the
fight and go to nursing their wounds. ‘They were a sorry-
looking pair, and it was a long time before they felt-lrke
indulging in any more such mischievous sport.
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GRACIES CHRISTMAS TREE.
“WAMMA, don't you wish there were fairies ?â€
“Why, my child?†:
“'Tause maybe they'd bring me a Trismas tree.â€
Gracie’s longings for a tree ar Mrs. Grath’s heart sad—
sad because she was too poor to make a “ Merry Christmasâ€
for her children. The question was, how to spend the small
sum she had earned to get enough to eat and a tree too.
She started out after dark. Sue bought a little milk and
meal, a few potatoes, and some erccere made in animal
shapes. She couldn't afford butter, but she still had some
molasses for the bread. Such was to be the Christmas dinner.
‘She had a little money left. She made Gracie’s heart go |
flippity-flop by walking toward the Christmas trees. She -
asked the prices, and counted her money. She hadn't enough
for even a very little tree. 3
The man peered into her disappointed - hae and his heart
softened. He gave her a tree for the money she had, and
~ she carried it home, Gracie fairly jumping along at her side.
A tree without trinkets wasn’t festive! What could she
do? Out of old papers she cut dolls, a string of little girls
holding hands, and one of little boys. She made a paper
soldier cap, a little boat, some chains, and some fringe. Out
of a potato she made a pig with matches for his legs. All —
these, with the animal crackers, she tied upon the tree.
Gracie danced, the baby crowed, and the mother smiled.
After all, the children had a merry Christmas, and the mother
was happy because they were. Would such simple toys and
so few make you happy? |
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THE LITTLE THIEE
AY was a little girl who did not always realize the dif-
g y
ference between “mine†and “thine.â€
She did not like to have any body touch her things, but
ane ‘was fond of meddling with what belonged to other
people.
While she was out walking « one day, she looked over a
fence and saw a tree of apples. What fine apples they were!
Red: cheeked and round, they must be juicy! although she
had apples at home, one of these she must have, so she
thought. She climbed the fence and walked to the tree and
soon had a big red apple in her hands. How good it was!
One was not See She picked two, three, fon and then
did not stop.
Soon, her apron was full of apples. It was not quite so.
easy to climb the fence with a load of rolling apples. One
popped out here, and another popped
out there. Her hat popped over her a -
nose, and she 3
nearly popped
off ‘the fence.
She reached ©
the ground,
but, alas, with ©
a hole in her stockings, and
a hole in her gown. oan
Just as she started on a
quick walk, a gruff voice like a
giant's shouted, “Hello there!
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Whose apples are you stealing?†She heard somebody
climb a fence. Her heart and feet went fast. She was about
as frightened a little girl as ever ran. She was getting out
of breath when bump went her toes against something.
Down went she, flat on the earth, and out rolled the apples
over the ground. The feet behind her sounded nearer.
“T wasn't stealing,†she cried in distress.
“Oh weren't you?†answered a voice; “borrowing, then,
I suppose?†She looked up and saw her brother.
He happened to see her go after the apples, and hid him-
self to frighten her. He helped pick up the fruut. Then he
walked her home to her mother, apples and all.
«Mamma, was I stealing?†es
“Of course you were, May. How often have I told you
“it was naughty to go to Aunt Jane's cupboard if she did
not know, or take things not your own. And now you have
really been stealing.†Her mother looked very unhappy.
May was ashamed and frightened. After that she tried
to remember to ask permission before touching or using
other people’s things. 7 |
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THE LOST KITTIES.
BERTHA was a little girl so bright and pretty: that she
was a great favorite with all who knew her, and the best
of it was that all this kindness did not spoil her. She never
seemed to think because she was made such a pet of that.
she could do and say just what she liked. She knew very
well that if people were to love her she must be a good girl.
As Bertha grew older she found there were little troubles
to put up with, and sometimes a disappointment trie her
temper very much. Nothing, perhaps, made her so sorry
as when her two kittens, Mopsie and Weetie, were lost.
Everything was all right, she was quite sure, when she ©
went to bed the night before, for she had seen them safely
in the basket in the kitchen, with the mother cat purring
beside them, looking quite proud of the pussies. But next
morning the iitens were missing. There was the empty
basket, sure enough, and the cat mewing about in a very.
disconsolate manner, but no kittens.
“Mamma, oh mamma, what shall I do without my Mop-
sie and Weetie?†7
“Cheer up, little woman; perhaps they will be found yet.â€
So Bertha tried ever so hard to put a bright face on it
and hope for the best.
Charlie, the grocer’s boy, eee meoe for orders
every morning, was full of mischief, and not too particular
what he did for fun. |
So early that morning, while Jane had gone into the larder,
leaving Charlie at the kitchen door, he caught sight of the
basket, and in a moment, while the old puss looked on with
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~ astonishment, he had put the little kitties into his big sockets
And while Bertha was crying over their loss, Charlie, still
going his round in the neighborhood, was stroking the soft
furry creatures and admiring their soft and tiny feet. .
The milkman el caught sight of him, and asked
him where he got the kittens fart Cisne nothing abashed,
told where they belonged, and said he was oar keeping
them for a little fun, ard would return them before the day
was over. When the milkman rang the bell as usual, a few
minutes afterwards, Bertha ran to the door with Jane, for
she liked this man.
“What's the matter, little missy, this morning?â€
“Why, I’se lost my darling Mopsie and Weetie!, nd
- they did like your mill so, ol
“Never mind; perhaps they shall ee a drop more.â€
So saying, the kind man produced the missing kittens from
inside his coat, and Bertha, dancing with glee and thankful-
ness, kissed her pets again and again.
Then she carried on to the dining-room and poured out
a special saucer of milk, which Mopsie and Weetie greatly
enjoyed, watched by their mother and their loving mistress.
JUNO AND HER PUPPIES
YES, I’m proud of you, my puppies;
Prettier puppies ne'er were born;
Was not mistress pleased to see you
When she found us yester-morn ?
Yes, of course, I let her stroke you!
She would never harm you—no.
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Â¥UNO AND HER PUPPIES.
How she praised you! and she named you
Belle, Nip, Fido, Jack, and Joe.
Then she spoke to me, “Dear Juno,
Teach your puppies all to be
Honest, faithful, loving doggies, )
Such as you have been to me.â€
Yes, my mistress knows my merits,
And her kindness well I know;
Do you hear what I am saying,
Belle, Nip, Fido, Jack, and Joe?
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pias LITTLE FISHERMAN.
()LGA and Karl while playing near an out-shed found a
little rusty fish-hook. They had been wondering what
to play next, and the finding of the fish-hook put a thought
into Karl's mind. He had seen men and boys fish, why
couldn't he? |
Olga thought she would like to go fishing too, but Karl
said such tiny little girls couldn't fish. Olga was about to
cry, when Karl made up his mind that it would not be very
great fun to go without his little sister after all; so Olga
was allowed to go.
Karl, before starting, went to get a string, and found that
his mother’s ball of white knitting cotton would be just the
thing for a fish line. He borrowed his brother's knife without
asking for it, which wasn't just the thing to do, but Jake
wasn't near to ask.
Karl started off with his knife and string, as proud as an
old fisherman. Olga trotted on behind. They followed the
creek, and found a rock which Karl thought was just the
place. But there! Where was his pole with which to fish?
Surely! He had forgotten to cut one! So up he jumped,
‘and with Jake’s knife, which was almost big enough to cut
off his hand, he cut off a branch from a tree. Then he tied ©
one end of a long piece of the string to the hook, and the
other end to the pole. .
Worms! No worms! A nice kind of fisherman was he to
forget the bait! He looked about, but didn't see any worms
coming to meet him. Then he remembered that under rotten
logs was the place his brother looked for them. He founda |
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log, and he found a worm. Such a time as he had to get
that wiggly worm on to that rusty hook. |
When all was ready he sat down on the rock. Splash,
went the hook into the water! Olga’s way of fishing was to
sit very close to Karl and watch. Karl thought several
times he had a bite, and flung the line so hard the hook
nearly caught Olga’s nose and ear.
What was that? Karl's heart thumped hard. He jerked
the pole. Out of the water came the hook, and on the hook
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was—surely—a fish! Karl nearly fell off the stone. Olga
fell on him. Karl didn’t let go the pole, and the hook didn’t
~ let go the fish, and somehow Karl got the fish into his hand.
Wasn't he a happy boy, and didn’t Olga think him a won-
derful fisherman ? . me
They couldn’t stop to fish any longer, for they wished to
run right home to tell their mother, and show her the real
live fish. Jake was so proud ‘of his little brother that he
forgave him for borrowing his knife. They all hoped Karl
would grow up to be a big fisherman.
“CANT. AND “TRY! | Se
“7 SHALL never be able to learn,†said little Elsie in despair.
“Knitting is such hard work, that I am sure little girls
oughtn't to be made to do it.- I can’t learn, mother, really.â€
“ Mother knows best about that,†answered her mother, as
she guided her little daughter's hand. “And what makes it
seem so hard, is that my Elsie is unwilling to learn, for I’m
afraid she loves play better than work.’ oR ‘
_ The child hung her head. She was longing to be off to
join her playmates, Kitty and Dora, and so, because she had
“not learned yet to give up her will that she might please
another, Elsie worked on in a sulky spirit. But mother did
not scold, and only said smilingly,— = ae
“T am going to tell one of the fairy tales you so like, Elsie,†—
and added, seeing the look of delight, “perhaps this aead-
ful task she dislikes will seem easier to my little girl when
she has heard it.
“Once upon a time a great giant came stalking through
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the land, and wherever he went he made the people grow
dull and stupid. This was just what he wanted, for the giant
loved to see work that ought to be done left undone, and he
was in high glee to find he had the power to make people
either afraid or too lazy to do their duty. But soon some
good fairies noticed how the land and every one in it were
going to ruin because of this wicked giant whose name was
‘Can't’ So the fairies held a meeting and they all declared
he must be driven away; but wo was to do it, for ‘Cant’
was very obstinate? | ,
« At last the queen of the fairies said she knew of a good
giant who was very strong, and nearly always managed to
win a fight, and she sent to fetch him. This giants name
was ‘Try,’ and when he came marching along he seemed so
brave and noble, that all the people began to think ‘Cant’
was a very mean giant. |
“Then they found all that ‘Try’ could do to improve the
land, for he showed them how to grow clever and bright in
their work, instead of dull and stupid, and he made cowardly
eople brave, and miserable ones happy, until they wouldn't
have anything more to do with ‘Can't’ But it was some
time before they could get rid of him, only ‘Try’ kept fight-
‘ing and fighting so bravely, that at last ‘Can't had to run
away as hard as he could.’
Mother stopped, and Elsie looked up, not quite sure
whether to laugh or to cry; but as mother laughed, she
ended by doing so too. But in a moment, she grew quite
serious, and said,— ek
“Tl get that Giant ‘Try’ to help me with the needles,
mother; and thank you for telling me about him.’
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GRANNY GOOSEBERRY.
Orv Granny Gooseberry
here behold,
Her children, too, both
young and old;
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but noisy crew,
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This big Weeds eae
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And when she to the mar-
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THE UNINVITED GUESTS.
THE UNINVITED GUESTS.
DICKSIE, Celo, and Jack were three respectable dogs,
belonging to the same master. They had some very
fine times together, and were seldom in disgrace.
These oe were lying near the feet of on master one
day, when ne butler, with his usual bow, announced, “ Dinner
is served.†At the same time a friend’s “Hello!†at the
door-step called the master away from the dining-room.
Whiffs of a good dinner came through the open door-way
to those three respectable dogs.
Dicksie looked at Celo; Celo looked at Jack. Dicksie
rose and walked to the dining-room door. He took a peep,
and walked back. He winked with his right eye, which
meant that the butler had disappeared too. Celo winked
with his left eye, which meant, “Let us see what they have
for dinner.†Jack led the way and the three went to see.
They felt a little queer, for they were not sneaky dogs, Still
they thought, What was there wrong in wishing to know
what master was about to eat?
There was the table set so finely, there was the turkey
‘resting so quietly,.and there were the birds not stirring a
claw. Could mortal boys have resisted such a ee eer
And how could dogs! |
To make the temptation greater, two chairs stood near.
Celo just placed his fore-paws on the seat of one chair, and
up somehow went his hind-paws. -Then his fore-paws rested
on the table, and his eyes on those birds, and before he knew
it one was in his mouth. Jack—dignified dog—tried his
master’s chair, also his luck at carving. He put his teeth
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where the master’s fork should go, using both paws to aid _
him. Dicksie, growing wild with excitement, and seeing no
chair to climb on, made a bold dash for the table. That —
jump landed him on the table; also on the dishes. Such a
crash! With a bird in his mouth he dashed off the table
and out the door. SFr
Celo, too, suddenly left the room. Jack—dignified dog—
didn’t wish to leave the turkey abruptly, so he carried it out
doors, going at a rate rather too rapid for a dignified dog.
What was the master’s surprise and chagrin! Could his
fine dogs do such a mean thing? Yes, he saw them himself
make that rapid retreat. ed ;
He thought awhile, then whistled. A single whistle was
generally answered at once by those respectable dogs. The
master continued to whistle. For some reason they delayed
coming. Then Jack appeared, walking with dignity, except
as to his tail. Then Celo sneaked along, tail and ears
drooped. Dicksie in his impulsive way made a dash toward
the master, but seeing the stern look on his face, his head
fell, and hts tassled tail went down between his legs.
Their bowed heads and drooping tails meant, “ Yes, we
did it: we can not tell a lie. We are very much ashamed.â€
The master said little, but looked very sad. He rang for
the coachman. He ordered him to chain the dogs in the
‘barn, which they knew was a disgrace. They slunk after
the coachman, their hearts sad, and their tails heavy. They
quarreled awhile, blaming one another. Then they decided
that each was as bad as the others. They made a pledge
that they would try never again to hurt the feelings of their
dear, kind master.
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OM ETE BROWN.†:
“WITH BROWN!â€
“Yes dear,†said Miss Brown while she read.
“Mith Brown!†spoke up the child a little louder. |
“Mith Brown won't you pleath lithen?â€
“Certainly Don.†She took her De off her book and
looked. at him.
“Pleath won't you come play with ee
“Tm reading. You pretend you are going: to take me ‘tos
a party and must pick some flowers for me to wear.’ Don.
ran off and amused hirnself a little while picking flowers. «
Presently he was sitting on the bench again dangling his feet. 7
“Mith Brown!†‘There was no answer. ee
“Mith Brown, here are your flowerth.â€
“Thank you, dear. Now you must arrange them.â€
There was quiet for a few minutes saline Don arranged
the flowers. 7
“Mith Brown, are you motht aie for the party?†She
took no notice, and under his breath he said, “She eee
be deaf.†|
“Mith Brown!†This time he screamed el she gave a
sie, “leah welll me thtory.â€
“Oh Don, what a boy you are!†,
“Hie diddle diddle, the cat’s in fe fiddle—â€
“Oh bother! I’m tired of that,†sighed Don. eb
“Well, then, how do you like this?
Hie diddle diddle, the boy’s at the fiddle ; |
The man jumped out of the moon;
The little girl laughed to see such sport, |
And the tramp ran away with the spoon.â€
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While Don was forming his opinion, Miss Brown contin-
Sued ta read, 7
“Mith Brown, did he hurt hithelf when he nope
- “T don’t know,†she said absently.
“Mith Brown, do you like great big boyth pete Aen
little boyth?†Miss Brown smiled and closed her book,
saying, “This is worse than being nibbled by ducks.†She
left the cool.shady arbor, and alain Don by the hand, went
for a walk.
Miss Brown was of the kind that know how to play with
a small boy, and tell him stories. No wonder Don loved
her. © But he was like some ‘other little men who forget that
big folks do not like to play with them all the time.
THE TEASE.
i (COME on, Madge. If we hurry wecan see the procession.â€
Charlie caught Madge’s hand and started on a run.
‘DMledlge wished to see all that was to be seen, so she ran with
alle her might. They ran and ran and ran till Madge was
tired out. '
“Where is the procession?†ened Madge
“Oh, you'll get there if you run fast enough.†He ore ae
to run faster, dragging Madge along. |
“Please, Charlie, let me stop. fears any more.â€
| - But Charlie clasped her hand. tighter and ran faster.
‘Madge’s hat fell back, and her face grew red. She stubbed
her toes and banged her legs. She gasped, “Oh Charlie!â€
He stopped, and so suddenly that she nearly fell on her back.
“Where is the procession ?†she asked again.
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“Don't you see the
people marching?†He
asked. )
She looked all about |
“* her, and then realized
that this was another of
Charlie's tricks. Beads
of perspiration stood on
her forehead, and tears
rolled down her cheeks.
et: | “Youre a_ beauty,
you are! Your hair,†(it was red), “standing on end, looks
like a bonfire, and your face like ‘Scare-crow Falls’ in dry
weather.†| . |
This was the kind of sympathy he usually gave, and it
only made her cry more. i
Charlie was a torment to his sister Madge. If he had
any love for her, he certainly forgot to show it. Madge
loved him, but was growing fearful. _Scoldings and whip-
pings had not changed his ways. At last he was cured of
his wickedness in a way not pleasant.
One evening, after dark, he asked Madge to go out in the
yard for a book he had left under a certain tree. She did
not like to go, but knew he would call her a coward. So
out she went. She found the book, and turned to go to the
house. Oh horror! Right in front of her stood a great,
tall ghost dressed in white. Fire was coming out of itsâ€
nose, eyes, and mouth. She gave a fearful scream, threw up
her arms, and fell.
This was not just what the ghost was expecting.
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Madge did not see Charlie's face peeking out from the
ghosts. drapery. Neither did she see the ghost’ collapse |
from being seven feet tall to four feet. Nor did she see the
ghost, with its head ‘and clothes in its arms, and its back-bone
resting on its shoulder, disappear suddenly behind the house.
No, poor Madge did not see anything, for she had fainted.
She was carried to her bed, and there she lay for weeks.
Charlie, for once, did some serious thinking. The Doctor
said his sister would probably die. And if she did die, what
was he but a murderer? The meanest part was to kill her
~when she was doing.a kindness for him. He had a dreadful
time thinking during all those weeks. He grew pale and
thin, and did not care to eat. Oh, how he wished Madge
would live! ) ae
Madge did live. Charlie had a chance to change his
ways, and become a comfort to his little sister, instead of
a tease. ee :
But what if Madge had
died? How would Charlie
have felt all his life long?
It would always have been
a source of bitter regret to
him, and he would never
have forgiven himself.
iy tse hat alielnttle
brothers are not kind and
gallant to their little sisters ?
Must the little sisters die,
or nearly so, to make the
brothers good?
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URSE, nurse!†screamed :
a little voice.
Nurse ran to Mabel’s bed-
room. Mabel was sitting up
in bed, her eyes wide open. —
“Why, Missie, what's the
matter?â€
“Tye had such a_ bad
dream!†satd. Mabel, “1
dreamed I was lost in the
woods. I walked and walked
and couldn't find my way out.
It was dark andl very foes Then I saw a light, and was —
so glad. When I got very near it, there I saw a giant with
two heads! And one head said,. ‘ Little girl, little girl.
Run away, don’t you stay,’ and the other head said,
- ‘For we'll beat you,
Yes, we'll eat you
If you’ve been a naughty girl.’
“T’membered I had been a naughty girl, and I ran away
as fast as I could. I ran and I ran and fell right over a
jumping off place. I was falling down, down, down, when I
woke up. It was a drefful dream, Nursie.â€
The nurse told Mabel there were no giants nowadays;
that little girls who tried hard every day to be good need
not be afraid of anything nor anybody.
Mabel believed her kind nurse and was soon ed
to sleep.
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THE LITTLE MISSIONARY.
MIKE and Billy, it may as well be said at once, were
not at all good boys. Along with other things, they
gambled, for “ Toss-up,†even though it be only for pennies,
is gambling. One morning, while they were playing when
they should have been at school, they quarreled over the
game, and finally came to blows and fought like little fiends.
A little girl who was passing was very much frightened,
and thought somebody was going to get killed. But the
little girl was brave, so instead of crying, she said, “ Boys,
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stop fighting! Dont you know it’s wicked to fight and say
naughty words?†“You go’way!†said Mike.
“If you don't stop fighting, I'll go and tell a policeman.
Either the word policeman, or the little maid's pretty face,
or her courage made the .boys stop to look at her. | fH
shouldn't think you'd want to be so wicked,†said she.
“What do you know about fighting?†asked the boys.
“The Sunday-school teacher says it is wicked.â€
«What's a Sunday-school?†asked they.
The maiden’s eyes grew big as she asked, “ Don't you
know what a Sunday-school 1s?â€
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“No!†they answered. |
Why it’s.a—its a—why, it’s where we learn to be good
and sing. Don't you want to come next ‘Sunday : me
“ Not much!†said the boys.
“If you'll come, perhaps next Christmas youll get some-
thing Onythertrees
« Where is your old Sunday- shone asked Billy.
The little girl told the boys where the Sunday-school was,
but she could ‘not get them to promise to come. She went |
away disappointed, for she did not realize that she had stop-
ped a fight, said a kind word, and dropped a good seed.
The next Sunday as she came near the Sunday-school she
_ saw some boys running in and out of the front. door. She
got there just in time to see the Superintendent coming out
to find the disturbers, who turned out to be Billy and Mike.
“How do you do?†she said sweetly to the boys and
then to the gentleman, “Oh, Mr. Brown, you want these
boys, don’t you? I told them to come.â€
“Certainly,†said kind Mr. Brown as he took one by the
shoulder and one by the arm, “Come right in boys.†Come
in they did, for they couldn't get away. Mike had a black
eye, and Billy a swollen ae and their faces weren’t very
clean, but the pretty young lady who taught them was very
_ kind and soon gained the good-will of dhe boys.
During. the next week she went to see them, and invited
them to come to see her, and they soon became very good
friends. Mike and Billy didn’t have any more black eyes
nor smashed noses, for the teacher taught them that “Toss
up†was-the beginning of gambling, and that fighting wasn't
manly, except when smaller boys needed protection.
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A BIG WASHING. -
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A BIG WASHING.
NOW dollies, my dollies, just listen to me;
That your clothes require cleaning, I am sure you'll agree ;
And if you will think, I’ve no doubt you will say,
To do a big washing this is a fine day.
Of dresses, and aprons, and other clothes too,
Of sashes and such things, you've got not a few;
So Tillie, and Winnie, and Daisy, and Min,
Just take off your clothes, dears, and sit in your skin.
The sunshine is bright, and the day 1s so warm,
I'm sure if youre careful ‘twill do you no harm.
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Oh, here | is the dish-pan, and here is a line,
A ‘pail for the water—Oh isn't this fine!
-T’'ll rub them and rinse them; to clean them I'll try;
Then hang on the line, and they'll soom be quite dry. -
=~ Now ce dear dollies, of course you will say, =
To do this big washing, yes, ’tis a fine day. |
IUBLIE CHRISTMAS DINNER!
AP, rap! Rap, rap! The mother went to the deor, Becky
following her. There was the grocer with potatoes.
and squashes, celery and oranges.
Rap, rap! Rap, rap! Bee had to go again.
This time it was the butcher with the maker
Rap, rap! Rap, rap! Some-body else at the door! ecu,
was all excitement. It was aman with the holly. Christmasâ€
was surely coming. ;
‘Becky seemed as busy as her Othe Rigac was here,
and then she was there. She felt of the oranges, she
handled the celery, and she poked the turkey in ine stom-
ach. To-morrow, Christmas will be here. Becky wished
she were big enough to get things réady for the Christmas
diner. She wanted to do something.
She urged so hard to be allowed to help, that her mother
let her stir the pumpkin for the pies. She held the wooden
spoon in a very funny way. She stirred the pumpkin Pea!
new style all her own. But she helped.
~The Christmas dinner was a success. Becky said it was
because she had had “a hand in the pice
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THE JUMP.
he frog he would a~jumping go
Whether his mother would let him or no.
He thought it was ‘simply ridiculous that a ‘smart young
fellow like himself should not be allowed to go and see what
the world was like outside of the home auaelle Deciding
finally to go without leave, he started on his travels one fine
day, and in the lightness of his heart went along making
jumps of foe ete length. |
He jumped one too many times. ‘That last jump browshe
him right in front of Dexter's nose—not a sale place at all
for a good looking frog—
How his ree ail beat when Dees putting down his
paw covered him with it. What would mother do without
her froggy? Why had he disobeyed her and jumped away?
Dexter wasn’t smashing him; perhaps he wished to play
awhile. A faint hope dawned in froggy's breast.
He knew the tricks of dogs. He watched his chance.
He collected his wits. He braced his legs. Dexter didn't
know what a smart froggy was there. He raised his paw,
just to see what kind of a froggy he had caught.
Froggy saw his chance. With all his ment and main, he
jumped for his life. What a jump that was! Dexter was
up on all fours in a minute. He wasn’t going to lose a fat
frog. Nothe! The frog jumped. pe jumped.
The frog he would a-jumping go
Whether the doggie would let him or no,
and he jumped.one too many times for Dexter.
Poor Dexter oat the froggy. Scared froggy found his
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THE FUMP.
He
in a dreadful state.
Ever afterward
is nerves were
but h
got that narrow escape
way home,
never for
-jJumping go
is frog would not a-j
Th
When his mother would say to him, No.
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THE SAILOR.
“T like to talk to you Captain McCartney, because you are ©
a real live sailor.â€. Harry sat on. ve old Captain’s lap, |
looking through his glass.
: ‘It oan ‘be very discouraging | to talk one dear =
one,†said the Captain. . as
“J don't mean dead sailors, but one like Jenks.â€
« And who is Jenks?†asked the Cap.
“Jenks,†explained Harry, “ was always talking about
‘ploughing the sea, and going, far, far away on the billow, ’
and he never went sailing except in the barn.â€
“Ina barn!†exclaimed the Cap.
“Yes,†said Harry, “hed pull at a rope tied to a beam
and shout, ‘Yo! heave oh! Belay there!’ Then hed walk
fast up and down on the barn floor, for the deck. He had
an atlas, and he sailed all over it. After a sail; hed drop a
big stone through a trap door in the barn floor to anchor his
oe And he ra walk crooked because he had hissea legs on.â€
“Was he crazy?†asked the Cap.
No, Captain, he was just pretending.â€
“ Did he want to be a'sailor?†asked the Cap. _ 7
~“T don’t know,†answered Harry. “He didn’t seem to like.
to go out of sight of land. He said it was dangerous; it
was a good deal better sailing on an atlas than on water, you
needn't get wet and you pole drown.â€
“Did “lhe ever have a real voyage?†asked the Cap
“Well, you see he was a coachman, and once he had to
take the horse and carriage on a steamboat. He didn't
want to neither. He said they whistled and tooted and
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would scare the old horse to death. He'd. be banged about
and have his ribs broke in, or be burned up or blown up.â€
“ How long a trip did he have to take?†asked the Cap.
“Only three hours. He put a dry bladder with a goose.
quill in it under his shirt front, and filled a pocket with corks.
He loaded the bottom of the carriage with things to use in.
case of an accident. As soon as he got on the steamboat,
he took his boots off and put on slippers, and took his hat
off and tied a red handkerchief on his head, so he could
swim. And when he landed he wrote to a friend ‘The see
is a tremenduous thing and the atlus is nowhare?’†—
“ He could never make any kind of asailor,†said Cap Mc-
Cartney. “Where did you meet such a queer old fellow?†_
“Mieet him!†said larry, “ why, I heard about him. |
He is ina book. I never saw him.â€
“That accounts for it,†declared the Cap. one always
tell about such queer people!â€
TWO GOOD FRIENDS.
NETTIE is a little country girl. She is very fond of all
the young animals about the farm, but has a specially
warm place in her heart for the little colt you see her feeding
in the picture. |
The colt seems to return her affection, for though he is
very shy with any one else, he always scampers up to meet
Nettie when she comes into the field, and when she gathers
her hat full of grass for him, he eats it as if it tasted ever
so much better than if he had cropped it for himself.
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BOBBY S BATH.
AIN, rain, go away, and don't you come : back Sone:
day neither, ‘cause I’m sick of rain. I don't see why
I can’t go out doors if it does rain. It’s pretty near Sunday,
and if I took a bath now Nurse would not have to give me
one Saturday night. Frank, do you think Nurse poulcmlee
me go out doors ond take a bath?â€
“Well, I guess not! what are you going to take. it on
A flower-pot ?â€
~ “Of course not! I was just goin’ to star up without a-
hat and umbrella, and let the rain wash me. Itd be such a
easy way to take a bath. I wouldn't have to turn on the
faucet, nor pull out the stopper.†ee
“Youre right there! I guess all the faucets in the sky are
turned on. Bue I say, Bobby, you know you might get your
clothes damp.â€
“Damp! why they would all get sched and I neal
Biddy would be very glad.†— |
Frank got up from where he was sitting, roamed about
the room, ‘lealecdl over all his books again, scorned grunted,
and sat down just as his mother came into the room and
asked, “ Where is Bobby, dear?â€
“He was here a minute ago.â€
‘In a few minutes the TAG He ened and said, “I can't
find him, Frank. Where do you suppose he 1s?â€
As she spoke, Frank, who had walked to the window
shouted, “Whew! If he isn’t doing it!†_
“Doing what?†She went to dhe window too, and there,
out on the lawn, stood Bobby, as straight and as still as a
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statue in a fountain, the rain pouring down upon him, a smile
of satisfaction on his face, and no hat on his head. |
The window was raised quickly, both Mother and Frank
shouting, “Bobby, Bobby, come into the house this minute!â€
Bobby looked up, somewhat disgusted at the interruption,
but the thought of a scolding or ieee made his little
feet, move ll toward the fore
At the door, Mother met the dripping boy, not with a
smiling face, nor yet with a cat-o-nine-tails, for she was a
wise dnoweea kind mother.
. pene what did you do such a feeere thing for?
Don't you know you might take a dreadful cold and be illo
“No. Mamma, 1 diceet know, truly I didn't. I never
take cold when Nurse gives me a bath, and she takes all
my clothes off. I didn’t take anything off except my hat.â€
“Well, my dear, this is very different;†and Bobby certainly
thought so when his mother put his feet in hot water, and
then put him into bed, and made him take some horrid
medicine.
He went to sleep wondering how it happened that the
water from the sky was so very different from the water that
comes from the faucets.
REMARKS OF THE GEESE ABOUT THE NEW ARRIVAL S,
UACK-Quack! Quack-quack! What's this we have here?
We never before saw objects so queer!
Although like ourselves they have feathers and wings, |
They are certainly very ridiculous things.
They must be foreigners, come from Brazil,
Or some place more distant and outlandish still
And the presence of creatures so strange on the farm,
Is surely sufficient to cause us alarm.
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CHATTERWELL STORIES.
OUR DONKEYS.
IT is our old donkey, one of the best behaved creatures
that ever was. When we ride on her back, even with-
out nurse taking hold of her bridle, we never feel a bit afraid,
in fact, we oe old Kitty very much indeed. ;
But we want to tell you about the new little donkey which
made its appearance, and became one of our family at Holly
Bank, not long ago. At first we called his name Uncle
- Tom, because his rough coat was almost. black, but afterwards |
we made it simply han and Kit, his mother, seemed very
_ pleased at the name. oe
~~ We shall never forget the morning when dear mamma
- told us that after lessons we should go od see something so
wonderful, something alive, that would understand ‘2 we
spoke kindly to it, ae yet could not say one word back to
us. _Whenat last the time came for us to goand play, Arthur,
Willie, and I (my name. is Fred), hastened to the place
mamma had spoken of, where Kit was kept.
What was our surprise to see the dear little donkey by her
side, with such funny long legs, and so shy, that he kept
~ close behind his mother wien we came near. He is getting
used to us now, though, and, like Kit, will eat sweet fr a
hay out of our hand, and is quite our pet.
Papa often tells us that we must be very kind to our
donkeys, and that God, who made all things, will be angry
if we are cruel to His creatures. But I am sure we could
not be unkind to dear Kit and Tom, and we think they love
us too, and I am sure they would not hurt their little boy
friends for all the world.
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THE GOAT AND THE SWING
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THE CHERRIES!
THE CHERRIES.
‘TOMMY was carrying home some cherries to his mamma.
It was hot, and he sat down just a minute to rest.
“T say, Tommy, give us one.†Matt appeared from some-
where and threw himself down on the grass beside’Tommy.
Tommy, a little disturbed, looked side ways, and _ said,
“Cherries aren't-good for boys.†| :
« What's the matter with cherries?†asked Matt.
“My mamma knew a boy who ate cherries—and—and—
he died,†said Tommy solemnly.
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“’Cause he didn't eat enough ue inquired Matt.
“No! He had tramps in his tummy,†said Tommy.
“Tramps! No wonder he died. Tramps in the back-yard
are bad enough, but tramps in a fellow’s stomach—what a
row! Say, I believe your cherries are sour.â€
“No they aren't,†said Tommy indignantly.
“Let me see. I can’t take your word for it.†|
“Tommy handed him one for proof. Matt said he’d have
to have another really to tell. In fact Matt and Tommie had
to taste every single one to prove that they were all sweet.
‘Tommy walked home very slowly, thinking hard. He was
ae much troubled, either with cherries on his conscience
r “tramps†in his stomach. He couldn't tell which.
“Where are the cherries ¢†asked —Tommys mamma.
“They are all gone,†he answered sadly. ©
“All gone! Why Mrs. Manser told me only ae
to send for some. Couldn't she spare any ?â€
«VY _e—s—em.â€
“Well, where are they?â€
“In Matt's tummy —and mine.â€
“Tommy, Tommy, did you eat them all?â€
s Ye-ye-s-em. You see Matt said they weren't sweet,
and we tried ’em to see, and fore we knew they were all down
our froats, and nothing left’cept the pits. I didn't bring the
pits home.â€
“Oh, didn't you! Well, cherry pits alone don’t make
very good pies.
Tommy's mamma took Tommy aside, and es to show
him how easily he could fall into temptation if he stopped
on the way when he was out doing errands.
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TRICKSIE.
TRICKSIE. | |
a TRICKSIE held a
Te bouquet in her
hand. Sidney was
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le’ SR zoe! pet : Do. : ees
ee a Ar, eee den. She went to
ae oe him and pushed the
bouquet under his
~~ nose to let him smell
L2-f†the flowers.
Instead of saying, “How sweet!†he said “Ouch,†and
jumped back in a hurry. Tricksie laughed. and ran away.
She knew that covered by the flowers were some horrid
thistle buds and they had pricked Sidney’s-nose.
Tricksie liked to play jokes but didn’t like to be repaid
in her own coin. One day she sat down in her hammock.
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She was nicely seated, when, snap, went the rope, and down
went Miss Tricksie She came down on the dog. He ran
off with his tail in the air, yelping. ,
A boy ran to her side, laughing. It was Ned, who helped
her up, telling her it just served her right; that she neédn’t
Pineeneneeate play. tricks | on others a not have tricks
played on her.
He didn’t tell her he fo cut “ithe Tope to pay her fo some
Jones she had play red on him.
| _.. CRACKERS!
“Vou RE a noisy rascal!†so says Moll;
Youre a bigger one!†so says, Poll.
Poll is hungry: ee been fed
- Naught this morn but water and bread.
Poll wants crackers, and crackers will get;
Abusing Molly with words of threat,
Screeching, jumping, and showing spite,
Poll looks fierce and in trim for fight.
“Crackers! crackers! You lazy girl!â€
Molly threatens her broom to hurl:
“Hush, this minute, you noisy bird, °
Or youll surely in the house be heard!â€
“Crackers! crackers!†and Poll screams Joud,
Unfurls his wings, and looks so proud.
“Crackers! eee he screams until
Moll brings crackers, to keep him still.
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| AUNT EVELYN.
cal WISH Aunt Evelyn would go home!â€
| “My son I’m surprised to hear you speak so!â€
“JT can't help wishing it!†|
“What has Aunt Evelyn done to make you feel so?â€
« Why she looks so doleful, and then shes always fussing
with flowers and crying over them.’ | 3
“My dear boy, you must have more charity for poor
Aunt Evelyn. She has had a great sorrow. ‘She had a
very dear friend who belonged to the navy. He went on
‘one of the exploring expeditions, and his ship was burned ©
in the Arctic regions. He and others got to land. © He had
to live in an Esquimaux hut—.†se
«“ How big was it?†interrupted Charlie. :
“Tt was so small that when the thirteen of them lay down
at night to sleep, lying close together they could just get.
into the hut.†| eae
“Didn't they have any other rooms?â€
“No! And they all had to live, eat, and sleep in that one
smoky hut.†~ | oe
«What did they have to eat?†again Charlie inquired,
“Seal-oil, and blubber and raw meat. The hardships .
were too great for this friend. He was taken with a fever
and died. Aunt Evelyn will never see him again in this
world. Her grief has almost made her ill, and many things
disturb her now that would not were she well and strong, as
you are. So we must be very kind to her, and do all we
can to make her happy. My little son will try, will he not?â€
“Yes Mamma, I will try.â€
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HECTOR AND THE HARE.
TELL us a story, grandpapa; tell us a story,†cried three
little voices in a chorus, and two little girls and a boy
gather ed round their grandfather as he sat in “Tis large arm:
chair in front of a poe blazing fire. :
“A story, my foes said the old! man, gazing down at
the three little faces eagerly turned up to him, “But. I'm
afraid I have exhausted all my store of stories.â€
“Oh, anything will do, grandpa,†said the eldest . si
pleasantly. . i
“Yes, anything will do,†chimed in the others.
“Well,†began the old man, “when I was a boy I had a
fine large dog that I called Hector. My father had got it
tor me as a puppy when I was very young, and it had grown
up with me. When I was about nine years old, I received
a present from my Uncle James of two large Belgian hares.
_ They were two handsome animals with soft brown eyes, and
a coat something like an ordinary hare in color. I never let
Hector see them, for I knew if he once set eyes on them,
he would kill them at once.
“One cold wintry morning [ went out as ‘yal to feed my
pets, and to my surprise eee the hutch open, and one of
- the rabbits gone. -Hector was chained up in his kennel, so
he could not have done it, and the rabbit must have escaped
itself, We found its footmarks in the snow leading to the
~ woods, where they were lost.
« After we had hunted nearly all day without finding a
trace of it, we returned home without it, and were nen
i Sump? ised to find that Hector had slipped his chain and could
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not be found. We felt no anxiety about him, however, as
he had done the same before. oc
« Well, that same afternoon, just when it was getting dark,
as I stood at the door, I saw a dog emerge from the woods .
_with something in his mouth. I ran in and told my father,
as I thought it was some strange dog stealing the game, but
when we came out there stood Hector carrying triumphantly
the lost hare in his mouth. I was surprised and delighted,
but my joy was damped by the thought that the hare was
sure to:-be dead. But no, I found it was alive and all right.
Hector had slipped from his chain, scented the hare, followed
it up, and brought it home.†;
DUCKS AND GREEN PEAS.
() SILLY little ducklings, |
At play amid green peas,
You'll, perhaps, be cooked and eaten
~ Some day with such as these. |
“ What's this?†one duckling cackles,
Peering at a shell.
If you knew his language
Would you like to tell?
It would seem so cruel—
Let him wonder then! —
Ducks can’t read the future
Any more than men.
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LOU'S SNAKE.
opts a snake!†ee
Lou. It was lucky for
Ben she had promised
to hold on to the fish-
pole he had let her
take. In her fear she
wanted to drop it.
“Don't you let it
go!†ordered Ben.
7 So Makes it. take “ait
quick, do!†she urged,
her hands shaking.
[Vou ake sa) gay
fisher-man!†Ben said
with a wise tone, taking ihe pole from her.
“You aren't going to ac that snake are you?†_she asked,
as Ben tried to ae it from the hook. .
“Well, I guess!†remarked the boy. “ sa what is os
you are going to eat it.†|
“Fat it! Eat a snake!†Lou was so distressed at the mere
thought of such a thing, she nearly cried.
“You goose! It a a snake at all. It’s an eel.â€
“An eel! What's an eel?†asked Lou.
Look at it and you'll see. It’s a kind of fish, acs a good
kind too.â€
Lou thought she never ole eat a fish that looked so much |
like a en But she did eat some. And she had to admit
that it was one of the sweetest fishes she had ever tasted.
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CHRISTMAS MORNING.
CHRISTMAS MORNING.
USH! Hush! Do not wake them, but, please to be still!
The children must slumber as long as they will.
When Santa Claus came he found them so fair,
He managed to leave them much more than their share.
He hung on their Christmas-tree beautiful toys,
The kind that are wished for by girls and by boys,
So happy he looked, it made me feel sad
To think he found children that ever were bad.
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He filled both their stockings with many things nice,
Then up through the chimney he went in a trice.
Soon the children will waken, and then won't there be
Happy shouting and laughter o’er stockings and tree.
RIiGEH OR EET:
“WHICH do you choose, right or left?†|
“YVight!†shouts baby.
“Left!†shouts Teddy and Ella together. oe
“Baby is wrong. You two are right.†says Dora. “It Is
something I can't cut up, so you two must guess again.
Baby, you keep still this time. Right or left?†asks Dora
once more. ;
“YVight!†shouts Baby again, but nobody heeds her.
“Right!†shouts Ella. —
“ Left!†shouts Teddy. |
“It's Teddy's,†declares Dora. Now nobody knew what
Dora had in her hand. But they supposed it was something
very nice. Teddy is very happy to think he guessed the »
right hand. a 7
“Hold on tight, or you may drop it,†advises Dora; “and
shut your hand right up.†Teddy holds his hand for the some-
thing which Dora tries to give to him very carefully. But
Teddy isn’t quick enough. The something jumps out of his
hand, jumps on to his nose, then jumps down to the floor.
“Tt's nothing but a grass-hopper,†exclaims Ella in disgust.
Teddy looks on the floor, to be certain; and there, surely, 1s
a grass-hopper, jumping off as fast as his spindle legs can
jump. Dora laughs at the joke she has played on Baby,
and Ella, and Teddy. | :
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THE RETURN. |
“ PLEASE Mie Eleanor here are the letters,†said the
maid as she entered the sitting room.
“Is there a letter from mamma?â€
“When are they coming home?â€
“What does papa say?†Maurice, Lillian, and Dorothy
asked questions together.
Eleanor read a letter, then said, “ Pea and Mamma will
be here at two o'clock to-morrow afternoon.†How happy
the news made them! The time dragged along very slowly
till two o'clock came.
They waited and watched. alice listened for wheels but
no carriage came.
“T want my mamma!â€
“T wish they'd come!â€
“T wonder what's the matter!â€
“T hope nothing serious has happened!â€
Three o clock, our o'clock, five o'clock and yet no carriage.
“What's that?†Nobody answered but every body rushed
to the door. Yes, wheels in the drive-way! Lillian held on
to Sanco for he too was excited.
“Here they come! Here they come! “all shouted.
Mamma and papa were soon in sight, and soon in their
arms, nearly smothered by hugs and kisses.
Had anything serious happened? Oh no! ‘Two freight
trains had collided, clearing the tracks took time, and pas-
senger trains had to wait. “That was all.
How lovely it was to have the dear mother and father safe
at home again! Happy parents! Happy children!
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~TOBY’S PROFESSIONAL PRIDE.
‘OBY sat on the box watching over Punch and Judy.
Dick coming along was very much struck with the
appearance of te strange dog, and sat down to watch him.
Rover walking by ened to eaten Dick.
Dick eo not make out what sort of a dog Toby was.
He had such a funny thing around his neck. No dogs that
he knew grew that way, nor wore anything like that.
Toby, you see, belonged to the Punch and Judy show, and
wore the Punch and ee collar. He was proud of it too.
Just now he was particularly proud as he was left in charge
not only of the drum, but also Punch and Judy, and the
baby, and the ghost, and the demon, and the beadle, and the
hang-man. ae turned his head away, eile to talk with
a common and strange dog.
Dick was spell-bound; he couldn't take his eyes away,
but gazed at Toby admiringly. Rover, .a wiser animal,
recognized a Punch and Judy dog, and smiled with a superior
air at silly Dick. |
No persuasion could move Dick. Other dogs came and
went, but Dick sat on in wonder, his mouth open and his
tongue out. Toby once condescended to glance at Dick out
of one corner of an eye, but wouldn’t favor him further. |
Dick might have been sitting there still, he was so im-
pressed, but the showman returned and went away with the
drum and the box, Toby proudly following. Dick watched
till they were out of sight before he stirred. Then he walked
off, wondering about the contents of the box, and thinking
about Toby.
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A TRIO OF PLAYMATES.
JX ESSIE was “only
a) a girl,†but Bert,
her brother, let her
play with him. |
Jessie was proud
of the favor and tried
to please him. She
_ knew he wouldn't
allow her about with
him and the boys if
she were a “cry-baby†or a “ fraid-cat.â€
One afternoon, when Crosby, Bert's chum, came over to
play, they went to the garret for their fun. There was a
chest up there filled with all sorts of things for tableaux.
They often dressed themselves up and pretended to be differ-
ent people.
This time they concluded to be Turks and have a fight.
Crosby made Jessie’s turban. She looked as much like a
Turk as either boy. She had a dagger, too, just like theirs.
In their sham battle, Bert had a tumble, Crosby's stomach
had a thump, and Jessie's head had a bump. But nobody
cried and nobody was seriously hurt.
After playing awhile the dresses were put away and they
began to talk about what they would do next to amuse
themselves. a
Bert suggested that they go fora row. Jessie was ready
for anything; so was Crosby. ie
They were having a fine row, only Crosby would tease by
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rocking the boat. Bert grew cross, and Jessie was afraid,
but Crosby kept it up. Once he rocked a little more than he ,
intended. The boat turned over, and they turned out much
quicker than they could turn in again.
Jessie was too frightened to help herself, and would have
drowned had not Bert caught her by the hair as she went
under. The boys got to shore, dragging Jessie. They.
meekly walked to the house, three forlorn-looking specimens,
dripping wet. 7
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Jessie kept up her reputation as a plucky girl, although
she couldn't help crying just a little. Crosby was too ashamed
of himself to laugh at her and Bert didn’t blame her.
Crosby concluded that it wasn't much fun to swim in
clothes, and that he wouldn’t rock boats-any more. Besides,
somebody might be drowned.
NINA AND HER PUPPY.
MAMMA must take sister. Sister must take dolly. Nina _
must take puppy. And Nina must take puppy down
to the boat in her wagon. | | |
Such a time as she was having! In the wagon he rode,
wrapped up like a baby. The way was rough. Bump,
~ bump, over the stones! Bump, bump! into the holes! Bump, »
bump! Upside down went the wagon! Inside out went the.
puppy. |
Nina ran to his help. She stepped on his tail, he squealed.
She stepped on his clothes, he slipped. She hugged him
and he whined. Mamma smiled, sister pouted, and dolly
stared. .
Nina with her heavy load walked the board, dragging the
puppy’s clothes in the water. He had such a round slippery
body. He could so easily pop out of her arms. She held
him tight and carried him safely to the boat in spite of all — :
difficulties.
Mamma had to lift the roly-poly puppy and his little
mistress into the boat. What a happy boat-load, Mamma,
and sister, and Dolly, and Nina, and puppy! }
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THE OUT-DOOR CLUB.
AUNT Nell calls Babe, herself, and me
The “Outdoor Club†of one, two, three.
Across the fields and far away
We take a ramble most every day.
Babe can’t walk, his clothes are too long,
So Auntie carries him, her arms are strong;
I'm five years old and can walk and run,
Oh I tell you our club has splendid fun.
What do you think I saw one day,
Down in the grass all hidden away ?
Three little birdies lay in a nest,
And the-mother bird was taking a rest.
Aunt found a worm she called their meat,
And gave to the dear little birds to eat;
We are going again if the weather is fair,
And I hope the birdies will still be there.
My Aunt is calling, “ Where's number three?â€
That means a walk, and three means me;
I wish you could go, for the grass is dry,
But Auntie says, “Hurry!†Good-bye, good-bye!
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aie MASQUERADE.
ak WISH I were a grown up young lady. I don't see
why little girls can’t go to parties and have some fun
Stella was talking to herself. Her grown up sister had a
visitor for whom she was giving a masquerade party.
“Tl play Pm going,†said Stella to herself, and soon she
- was rummaging about for a costume. She chose a large hat °
and along gown. The sleeves fell over her hands, and the
skirt rolled around her feet, but she tucked them up. |
“T'll just peek in at the ball-room door.†Away she went;
not ‘very fast, a8 she tripped on her gown. Her hat would
fall back, and her sleeves would fall down. She went to a
door where the passage was dark and peeked. in. Such a
blaze of light! Such fine dresses and so many people! The
music made her feet go, and they went nearer and nearer.
One couple dancing almost knocked her down. |
That brought her to her senses. There she was, quite |
into the room, the guests looking and laughing at her. There,
too, coming toward her, was her surprised sister.
Stella didn’t wait for the sister. She thought best to leave
quickly. It was like trying to run with both feet in one
bag. There would have been a sprawl if there hadn’t been
a wall for her to tumble against. She made one big effort
to draw the gown up all around and dash through the hall
to her room. | | ne
- She got there, her heart beating, her hair flying, and her
head in a whirl. She had really been to the party! What
would they say! Would she be punished? She went to bed
and to sleep wondering.
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THE BATTLE IN THE CHINA-CLOSET.
Tue big round moon was turning
the river into a stream of silver,
and the cuckoo-clock struck twelve.
At that moment the china-closet
became all alive. First of all, Grand-
papa Teapot, a stout but jolly China-
man, waddled down from the shelf,
and with a salt-spoon for a walking-
stick, set an example of activity, to
the rest of the crockery. .
“Tam the Emperor of the china-
closet,†he said; “and I am about
to hold my court.†:
Allthe cups and — ™# 720s or mms cuma-cuosen
saucers clinked their approval, and some al-
most chipped themselves in their excitement,
while the forks and spoons nearly rubbed
off their plating. 7
NV here ate youl going to, my pretty
maid?†asked Mr. Sugar-Tongs, as |
he smiled with his spoon-face at
Miss Milk-Jug, who really looked
very pretty in her shepherdess dress.
“Won't you sit down?†he asked
the lady. -
“Thank you,†she answered,
\\ blushing, “No; I am so used to,
MR. ae ' standing. They make me do it sO
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often for the sake of my cream. But you,
Mr. Sugar-Tongs, you. seem far from
strong on. your legs. Pray do take
eae the chair yourself.†€
Tc think 1 wills.
replied the gentleman, |
“since you ask me to do so..°I never
do anything unless I’nr pressed.â€
7 oa But all
this «time
some | mis-
chievous
little» egg-
cups were
| playing at
+ hoop with
the saucers,
and ‘made
SO great a
noise that it
was impos-
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sible to follow the con-
versation.
“ Send for the egg-whisk
from the kitchen,†sug-
gested a tea-cup, “and
beat them throughly for
half an hour. I've often.
seen it done before, and |
have held the eggs my-
self, while. the beating
was going on."
“T'll condemn you to
custard in five minutes,â€
cried the Emperor, “and
I hope you will curdle.â€
ON THE FIELD OF BATTLE.
And now tramp! tramp! came march-
ing the Emperor's body-guard of tea-cups,
led by a tea-pot of inferior rank,
_who wore acosey for a cocked
hat, and who strutted
proudly at the head of
his troops, though he
y © could scarcely see in
what direction he was
marching them.
Now there were sev-
eral teapots in the cup-
board, and they were all
jealous of one another.
A DESPERATE THRUST.
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DR. CEMENTS SERVICES ARE NEEDED.
new tea-leaf!â€
“I make better tea
than you,’ said one.
‘al -vstand one the
drawing-room mantle-
piece, said another,
‘cand that’s a long way:
above the hob!†_
“Then you lead an
idle life,†said a vulgar
black teapot, who was
not a bit ashamed of
his position. “You
China and Japan peo-
ple should turn over a
“Let them fight it out,†cried Mr. Mustard-Pot, who was a_
very sharp-tempered old fellow,
-and could agree with no one
but a dinner-plate.
“So they shall,†said the
Emperor; and immediately he
raised the Tea-service banner,
a slice of buttered toast, and
came galloping on a real silver
sugar sifter to the field of battle. |
In this Tournament of tea-
pots both champions did won-
ders. But the black one was
unfortunately so full of tea-
leaves that his breathing was
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difficult, and, at last, one desperate thrust on the lid destroyed
all his chance of victory. | ed
-Of course there were often teapots severely wounded, some
indeed were crippled for life, or had to walk about with. their
spouts in a sling; and somé constitutions were so completely
shattered, that even Dr. Cement could do’ nothing for them.
Still, when Dr. Cement was in vain there was Professor on
Rivet, and he could always patch a dangerous wound for a
very small. fee. Then a few kind, sympathetic words from
pretty little Miss Cream-Jug were Sey to make the v worst :
of cracks water-tight. : 3 : nk
‘The first: glimmer: of daylight was one a ie peace,
and when ‘Betty came down-stairs at six o'clock, everything
was as quiet as if-there never were such things as. ames
in teapots, or battles i in china- a :
SEG ar a ee
“DASH'S BONE STORY.
[T may have been cowardly, but when 1 saw those’ two sav=
age cats creeping toward me, I thought it safest to retreat.
Bron behind a bush I watched the Aner proceedings.â€
There being only one bone, and two cats, there had tobe
a dispute, andl of course it had to be settled, in the usual. cat
fashion, by a fight. Dogs, as you know, don’t fight about
such matters; that is, well- bred dogs don't. A- heme
When the two robbers had. got well warmed up to battle,
and were raising such a cloud of dust that they could hardly
be seen, |. saw my chance, and ran quickly oe ie
the bone; and made off with it. : : 7
By the time the pair had fought as long as they cared to,
the bone had been disposed of to my. cammplete satisfaction.
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MY TWO LITTLE FRIENDS.
ET me tell you about two of my little
friends who differ one from the other -
very much in some respects. Then you tell
me which of the two you would’ rather be.
Flossie is a little girl who has learned how
to obey. What her parents or her teachers
tell her to do, she does, and does it quickly.
She knows it is right to mind. She goes to
bed without petal She puts on her little
white night-gown, and trots about in her little bare feet
yawning and laughing.
She gives her mamma the good-
“night hug and kisses, and after a little frolic cambles! into
bed and to sleep.
_ She likes fun, and has it too without. quarreling with, the
other children. When her sister is ill, she doesn’t slam doors,
_and knock over chairs.
with the new picture-
paper, and sister reads
it first. She waits upon
-her cheerfully. Flossie
‘seems to love every-
body.
Mattie is a little girl
who must be very wise,
for she seems to know
~more than her father or
smother or teachers, and |]
should not be surprised
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MY TWO LITTLE FRIENDS.
if more than the President of
the United States.
_ She is an important person,
too, and must have all the best
toys. She wishes the other |
girls’ dolls if they are prettier
or newer than hers, and pouts
if they will not give them up.
She. is always right and
everybody else wrong. One
day she threw her own dear doll : i
on the floor, and broke its head,
just because she could not move
its arms and legs like Amy's
French doll. She said dolly was
to blame. There is always some
trouble wherever she plays, some-
thing gets broken or somebody
hurt. -
She has snapping
black eyes and lovely |
‘white teeth, and.at such times as she ‘is in
good-humor, and her face is not disfigured by
the disagreeable scowl it wears when she is in ©
one of her perverse moods, she 1s as pretty a
girl as you would be likely to meet.
Of my two little friends, Flossie and Mattie,
which do you think has the more friends, and
which is the happier?
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NONITES CURTOSIMY SOP:
i Co to Grandma and get your hair combed.â€
‘That didn’t mean meee fun for Nonie. His head
was covered with tight curly hair. Grandma was careful,
_ but the comb eoalel pull. Nonie liked Grandma’s | way of
combing best, for she called his head a “Curiosity Shop.â€
- “Let us see what we can find in those curls this morning.
I think I see a mouse’s nest. The cat must be away and
the mice at play, the nest looks such a mess. Here's a good
mamma curl ‘and a great papacurl. They haven't quarreled
with each other nor their neighbors. And here are the baby
curls. They don’t behave very well and need combing. Here
are some such teenty weenty curls, they must: be the dollies
of the baby curls, What's this? a fight I do believe. : Some
naughty boy curls have run away fon school.’ Such snarls
and, confusion! I must give them a good. combing that will
straighten them out. Yes, I know it hurts. Here isa bird’s
nest, es little twigs twined in with the matted hair. Where —
are the birdies? ieee they all flown away? There must.
be a pig-sty too, for I hear a pig’s squeal. (Of course it
couldn't be you.) I wonder what this is wrapped up so
carefully. I'll have to pull hard to get it out. What a roar!.
That sounds like a wild animal. There must be a menag-
erie: here. What monkeys some of these curls are! 1 can’t
find their tails. Could they have swallowed them ?†}
. Grandmas spectacles were so sharp she could see a great
many wonderful things in Nonie’s “ Curiosity Shop.†Alto-
gether, the combing ef Nonie’s hair was like the life of big-
ger boys a mixture oa frowns and sighs, tears and smiles.
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FIRST LOVE.
HAT shall we give Edith on her birthday?†asked
~ Aunt Bell.
“She certainly needs a new doll if ever a child did need
one. It is a shame that she has nothing but that old idol
her Uncle brought her when he came heme to this country.†|
So answered Edith’s mamma. ‘ That settled the matter.
She and Aunt Bell put their heads and hands and purses to-
gether. The result was a French doll with real hair and fine.
clothes. They dressed her in a walking suit, with a turban
to match it. They made her a party dress, and an opera
cloak to wear over it. They made her a silk dress, and a
fancy bonnet to wear with it. There was a muslin dress for
warm days, and a cloak for cold days; a parasol to keep the
sun out of dolly’s eyes, and a muff to keep her hands warm. |
They put all the things dolly didn’t have on in a new trunk— —
a trunk just like big folks’s trunks. : a
When Edith rapiece out of bed on her birth- day morning
there by the wall stood the new trunk, Miss Dolly “iit
on top of it. Edith was delighted with the gifts. She spent
the entire day dressing and undressing dolly, packing and |
unpacking the trunk, And examining all the new things.
For several days she was very busy with the new doll. —
One day Aunt Bell glanced into the nursery. There stood |
Edith holding in her arms the old idol, and no new dolly
any where to "5 seen. —
“Where is Miss Dolly?†asked Aunt Bell.
“Oh, I putted her away so she can't get hurted,†answered -
Edith.
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That ‘night Edith insisted on taking the old idol to bed
with her as of old. Aunt Bell over-heard her talking to it.
“JT love you bushels. You are the beautifulest dolly in:
all the world. And I don’t care if you haven't dot two arms,
and fine clothes, and a parasol. You've dot me, and: I've
dot you, and we'll just do on loving each other. Dat new
dolly can sit in the parlor, but you’se my every day chum.â€
Edith showed the new dolly to all her friends, but wouldn't
play with it for many days. Like a genuine little woman,
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IN THE MEADOW.
LITTLE girlie in the meadow,
Do you love to pick the flowers?
Do you love to sing and chatter,
Through the bright and sunny hours?
Pretty maiden in the meadow,
Do you love to dream and sigh ¢
Do you love to build bright castles |
In the air, yet know not why?
Kind old doggie in the meadow,
Do you love to laze and think?
Do you love to catch the snappers,
While at them you wink and blink?
Little girlie, pretty maiden,
Kind old doggie—three good friends—
Love the sunshine, dreams, and flowers,
All joy that summer days attends.
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FOOLISH PHIPPS.
PHIPPS and Philo were snoozing on the floor. All at
once Phipps raised his head and pricked up his ears.
Philo, too, was wide awake. From the edge of an upper
shelf two small eyes were peering at them. Phipps and
Philo knew that back of those eyes was a fat, round body,
and at the end of the body, a long, thin tail.
They were ready for some fun. In a twinkling one was
on the table, and the other on some baskets, and the two
small eyes were out of sight. There the two dogs stood
waiting and watching as soldiers do when their captain says,
flake aim: |
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Presently, over the edge of the shelf, the two small eyes
peeked again. Then it was as though a captain said to his
soldiers, “ Shoot.†,
The dogs jumped. Phipps jumped for the.shelf, hoping
to plant one foot on the prize. Mr. Rat was too quick for
him. He jumped through the air to the floor. (So did
some dishes). Philo jumped after him, not stopping to pick
-up a chair he upset. Mr. Rat was too quick for him too.
No sooner did his little feet touch the floor than they whisked
him out of sight. | , |
Phipps found himself in a ticklish situation. He felt rather
silly clinging to the edge of a shelf; also very uncomforta-
ble. He was too high up for even so ambitious a dog. Mr.
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Rat, safe outside the clutches of his enemies, chuckled, for
Phipps did look so funny. :
Phipps in his distress did not know what to do He
couldn't hang there very long. He couldn't drop without
hurting his back. What could he do? It was veo trying
to a dog of his nature.
Nobody, not even ‘Phipps himself, can tell how he ever
got down. He yelped and yelped, which proved that his
neck was not broken. But his yelps showed that he was
hurt. Certainly his pride was. Philo was a sort of Job's
comforter. His advice was: 3
“Never try to catch a rat,
When he’s up so high as that.â€
ISN'T IT SO?
HARK! Hark! Oh iy children, hark!
When the sky has lost its blue,
What do the stars sing in the dark ?
“We must sparkle, sparkle, through.â€
What do leaves say in the storm, » |
Tossed, in whispering heaps, mowetnere
“We can keep the violets warm, :
Till they wake 1 in fairer ees aoe
What do coe ee say
Flitting through the gloomy yee B
_ “We must sing the gloom away— -
— Suin or shadow, God is good,â€
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A PUZZLED CAI.
A PUZZLED CAT.
TEHERAN, the Persian cat, was dozing on a rug in the
halk Suddenly her hair stood. on end, and her tail
erew large. What-ever was that thing coming down-stairs?
She had opened her eyes just in time to see at the head of
the long flight of stairs some strange animal, with great eyes
and long sharp teeth. To her horror, it slid quickly down
stairs, directly toward her.
It did not take her long to run from the mat and dodge
the fierce-looking animal. She turned to look, and there lay
the four footed beast, just where she had lain. What could
he be, and what was he doing in that house? There he lay
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quietly. Could he be asleep ¢ Pussy-like, she crawled to-
ward him, ready to spring if he stirred, She walked round
him with her back up. No, he wasn’t asleep. His eyes were
wide open. Was he lying in wait, ready to spring at her?
~ Round and round him she walked. Not an ear did he
raise, not a whisker did he twitch, not an eyelid did he wink.
What a curious fellow! :
Had he died of heart disease coming down-stairs so fast?
Her eyes opened wider. She pricked up her ears to listen.
Nota breath could she hear. Poor fellow, he must be dead.
She grew bolder. She played with his paws, and she —
pulled his tail. She brushed by his side. How queer! No
fat, no bones! She put one paw on his back, two paws,
three paws, all four paws. How flat! no heart, no stomach, no
insides at all. She sat down on him to think. What was he?
~~ Many a day she thought about him; many a time she
played with him; many an hour she sana him. But a
puzzled cat she always remained.
ON THE BEACH.
THis little girl has come with her mamma from’ the noisy
city, Paris. She has a shrimping net in her hand, and
thinks she can catch shrimps. |
The fish-wife is surprised to see a little girl in area
clothes on the beach. The little girl is curious about the
fish-wife. Do -you wish to know what eye are talking —
about? Listen!
“Etes vous de Paris?â€
“ Oui.â€
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“Combien y a-t-il de temps que vous étes ici?â€
“Tl n’y a que trois jours.
Do you understand? You do if you are studying French.
They both talk French although they are dressed so differ-
ently. The little. girl is very much interested in the funny
dress of the fish-wife. The fish-wife is very much pleased
with the pretty dress of the little girl. She says under her
breath “Quelle est jolie!†|
They look each other over from top to toe, and talk awhile.
Then the fish-wife goes back to her work. The little girl
pokes the shrimping-net into the water and tries to catch
the shrimps. ;
DOROTLY Ss CALE.
DOROTHY was wandering about the house, wondering
what to do. She Sea into Grandma’s room. On
the bureau lay Grandma’s cap. Dorothy tried it on, and
thought she looked very like Grandma. There lay a pair of
spectacles. She tried those on too.
Suddenly a scheme came into her wise little head. She
went to Grandma’s closet, found one of her dress skirts, and
put on that. Grandma was a short woman, and Dorothy
was a pretty big girl for her age, still the skirt was a trifle
long in front. Grandma didn’t wear short sleeves and high:
necked aprons. Grandma's black shawl was just the thing
to cover them up, Dorothy thought, as she fastened it arith
Grandma's big pin. |
She aleed quietly into the hall. Quietly, because she
wasn't sure that Grandma would be pleased. She couldn't
see through the spectacles. She clung to the bannisters, or
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down the whole flight of stairs she would have gone at one
step. Shoving the glasses to the end of her nose, she went
on her way. UNeoundethe corner lived a poor old lady that
Grandma sometimes called on. Dorothy walked to her door
and knocked. The old lady came to the door,
“Good morning, Mrs Johns!†said Dorothy.
“Good morning,†answered Mrs Johns, looking at her
caller curiously. ‘Come in, won't you, and sit down? I
don’t just recall you, though you do seem familiar.â€
“My name is Swinton,†said Dorothy. (So it was and so
was her Seg , a
“Oh, how do you do, Mrs. Swinton? You must excuse
me for not knowing you. I’m getting hard o/hearing, and my
eyes aren't as good as they were once. And how are you?â€
-“T havea little rheumatiz, and sometimes a ‘stick’ in my
back,†answered Dorothy. 3
“Your voice doesn’t sound natural, but perhaps it's my
ears. Does your throat trouble you: ie
Sc@lmno ls said Dorothy, growing nervous. “I guess I
better be going.†3
“Going! Why you've just come.â€
But Deine hurried away, rather quickly for an old lady.
“Well I never!†muttered Mrs. Johns. “She must:be go-
ing out of her mind, she acted so queer. The rheumatiz must
be in her brain. She walked too fast to have it in her legs.â€
Grandma was surprised to see Dorothy coming into the
house, dressed in her clothes. She couldn't pei smiling
while Dorothy told her all about her call. |
“And Grandma,†said Dorothy, “she didn’t find out that
I was only myself, and not yourself at all!â€
FIDO’S PUPPIES.
“FIDO'S PUPPIES.
FIDO was the proud mother of four puppies. They were
born in a clothes basket. While they were very young
they did not offer to leave their warm bed. They snuggled
close to their mother, and when she went off for a walk they
cuddled together. rao
They soon became venturesome, like most dogs and boys.
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Two were particularly so. They jumped over-board to go
on a tour of inspection, the mother’s sharp eyes following.
The third, not quite so bold, just leaned over the edge
of the basket. He leaned too far, and out he tumbled, and
then tried to climb back. ‘The fourth was too lazy to move,
and kept under cover. |
Dear, big, old Colonel eyed curiously these fat, faltering,
four-legged new-comers. And the new-comers: eyed him.
They sat in judgment over his tail as it lay on the ground.
They never thought of its being a tail. They only knew
one kind, like theirs and their mother’s. |
While they were thinking, the Colonel raised this bushy
tail. It struck one under the jaw, making him turn a back .
somersault; it rolled the other puppy over. They were very
much surprised, and waddled back to the basket as fast as
their weak legs could carry them. The Colonel smiled, —
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_ These two dogs grew bolder as they grew older. Once,
‘when their mother was away, they went on another inspecting
tour, taking the most timid puppy with them. |
They jumped up the front steps of their master’s house.
Seeing the front door open, they decided to call.. They did
not know that the proper way was to ring the bell and hand
in cards. They simply walked in and found their way to -
the parlor. What fine curtains to roll on! What beautiful
lace to tear! What gay cords and tassels to pull! Such a
age =
That which attracted them most was a mat made of a
wolf's skin and head. At first they were afraid, but seeing
he did not injure them, they pulled him about at a great rate.
They were having such a good time, they made some noise.
The maid surprised them, and stopped their little game by
appearing with a whip. The puppies went out the front door
faster than callers usually go; and they never so much.as
said good-afternoon. |
DOLLY’S LULLABY.
DOLLY darling, now don't
cry, |
Here's your cradle right
close by,
In my arms youll safely
keep,
Close your eyes and go to
sleep.
CHATTERWELL STORIES.
THE BIRDIES.
DEAR little birdies, come in from the cold.
Don't be so ‘fraid of us. Try to be bold.
Doggie won't hurt you; he loves little birds;
He minds when I speak, for he understands words.
Dear little birdies, come in for this bread.
Why do you hop away, why turn your head?
Here in my hand 1s the bread, all for you.
Taste it, and see if my words are not true.
Dear little birdies, come in from the snow.
You will be frozen. Just hear the wind blow!
Hop on the window-sill; hop right along;
Eat of this bread, and then chirp us a song.
Dear little birdies, come in or you'll freeze.
With snow in the garden, and ice on the trees,
Surely you cannot, though trying your best,
Find any breakfast or feather your nest.
THE HISTORY LESSON.
KATE was trying to.learn her history lesson. She thought
she never could learn the names of all the Presidents
of the United States, and recite them in their order. Her
eyes would stray to the story books. Her mind would
wander to “ Lady Constance,’ who had her right hand cut
off to save the life of her dear husband. And to Cinderella
and her lost slipper. And to the Prince who found it and
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‘married ‘her, In fact she could think of everything except
the Presidents of the United States.
_ While she was wasting her time, Cousin Anna came in
to call. | : |
“What makes you look so cross, Kate?†Cousin Anna
asked. | ;
“I cant get iny eerone lamented Kate. |
_“ What is your lesson about?†asked the cousin.
“All the Presidents, and I get so mixed up.â€
“Have you the list in rhyme?†asked Anna.
“No, Cousin Anna. I never saw it,†said Kate.
“Oh, you must have that. It is so easy to learn. We
reed to learn the English oo in rhyme. I Temember
so well our reciting;
‘First William, the Norman,
Then William, his son,’
“Andsoon. And now Mrs. Deir me put our Presidents
in rhyme;
‘First Washin gton, then Adams, ;
Next Jefferson we view;
James Madison, Monroe, and then,
John Adams’ son —John Q.’
“And so forth. Come home with me and I'll get you her
little book. She has the important events of each admin-
istration all in rhyme, too. For instance, under Grover.
Cleveland is: ,
‘Twas after twenty years and four
A Democrat these honors wore;
Cleveland his honest record made,
Though people did not choose free trade,—
eee labor strikes and feuds arose,
And earthquakes sealed sad Charleston's woes.’
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CHATTERWELL STORIES.
Tura, lura, lura lay,
Dear little baby Boel: Olay
Tura, lura, lura lay,
Dear little doggie eee “ Good-day !â€
THE PROOF OF LOVE.
‘TH ERESA loves her cat very much. How do I know? ~
Theresa was hungry. She asked for some milk. She
sat down on the floor to enjoy it. Her dog sat down beside
her. Frisky, her cat, smelling the milk came and sat in front
of her. Frisky did not move her eyes away from Theresa
and her milk. She looked and purred, and purred and looked.
Theresa began to feel uncomfortable. She knew Frisky
liked milk but so did she. She felt that Frisky was asking
for some as well as she knew how. Her eyes seemed to say
to Theresa, “I’m very fond of milk and I'd like some of.
yours very much indeed.†When the:milk passed Theresa’s
heart on its way to her stomach her heart said, “ Frisky
wants some too. Poor kittie!â€
Theresa put the bowl down and told Frisky to fake a
taste. Frisky put her little red tongue into the bowl and
began tasting the milk. She kept on dectine she milk. She
didn’t once lift up her head and offer to let Theresa have
the rest. ‘Theresa liked her cat so much she couldn't bear
to pull the bowl away. Frisky’s tongue went fast and so did
the milk. Frisky lapped up every ron She was oy a
cat and did not know she was selfish.
‘Some tears came into Theresa’s eyes when she saw that
the milk was all gone. She did not scold | nor complain,
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“ Under ‘ Benjamin Harrison,’ she has:
‘Year eighty-nine brought into view
A kinsman of old Tip’canoe;
Another Harrison is chief;
And now—for good, or else for grief—
The tariff and the silver bills,
Divide the people’s votes and wills;
And liquor traffic still defies
The legislation of the wise.’
“Don't you think you could learn this?â€
“Oh, yes! Cousin Anna,†exclaimed Kate.
Cousin Anna gave the little book to Kate. Kate soon
learned the six short verses, and so knew all the Presidents
and in their order.
She learned, too, all the events in Awine
THE BABY AND TRAY.
URA, lura, lura lay,
Dear little baby in dress array,
Tura, lura, lura lay
Dear little doggie looking gay.
Tura, lura, lura lay,
Dear little baby wants to play,
Tura, lura, lura lay,
Dear little doggie doesn’t say nay.
Tura, lura, lura lay
Dear little baby laughs at Tray ;
Tura, lura, lura lay, :
Dear little doggie barks his say.
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Frisky purred, “Thank you.†Theresa took her in her arms
and said, “ Nice Frisky !†| 3
Wasn't this a proof that Theresa loved her cat very much?
i eaN STIR IT!â€
“ PLEASE cook, let me stir it.â€
“Och, no, Miss, you couldn't,†said cook.
Esther thought she could, but didn’t tease.
_ A few pore later Esther came into the kitchen again.
o the table was the same big bowl. In it was the same
stuff that cook stirred. Cook was nowhere to be seen.
In a jiffy Esther was on a chair with the spoon in her
poe “TI can stir it,†she said to herself in triumph. It was
easy enough. She stirred till she was tired. |
She had been back in the sitting-room awhile when the
cook appeared in great distress, | :
“Och, Mrs Borden, me risins all shpiled; and it wasn't
rats for there's a shpoon in it.†Mrs Borden was going to
say, who could it be, when she spied Esther's face. It was
very red.
“Esther, child, did you disturb ee sponge for her
bread?†asked Mrs Borden.
“Mamma, | didn’t see any sponges cad bread,†answered
Esther, “but I stirred something in a big bowl. Cook said
Icouldn't. I tried, and I could stir it.†|
Mrs Borden convinced Esther that it wasn’t wise to touch
anything in the kitchen without cook’s permission.
Esther told cook she was sorry she had made her so much
trouble.
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THE ORPHANS. | Hare
PYeSLIVE was walking in the yard, when
. she heard a voice calling her to. come
in. She at-sonce proc and was told
that a lady wished to see her in the
parlor. This lady spoke to Olive very
~ kindly, asking her if she would like to
go to live with her. “Olive, liking the
a s face and manner, said she woul:
Olive had lived in this Orphan Asylum
several years. She was a very sad-look-
ing child, and no one had wished before to adopt her.. This
lady wished to make some poor child happy, and chose’
Olive because she seemed so forlorn. Promising to come
for her in a few days, she kissed Olive good-bye.
Martin was Olive’s brother, and eda in the Asylum too.
Their mother died when they were very young. Irene, the
eldest child, tried to help her father take care of the children
and the house, but she was never |
very well. She grew weaker and
weaker. She used to go off by
herself to cry. She longed for
her mother, and wished she could
gotoher. Her wish was granted,
for she died too.
The father couldn't look after
Martin and Olive, so he put them
inthe Orphan Asylum. It wasn’t
very long before the father was
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taken ill, and had to go to a hospital,- a
where he died. That left Martin and _
~ Olive without father or mother, or any-|
body in the wide world to love them.
When Olive told Martin she was
going away with a sweet lady, he threw
up his arms and rushed down the garden
quite wild-like. Martin was old enough
to realize that his little sister was to be
taken away from him, and he could never os
be with her any more. It nearly broke his heart even to
think about it. | = «© malo
~ Olive began to think too. They cried and they thought,
they planned and they talked. Olive told the matron she
couldn't leave Martin, but the matron said she must. When
the lady came for her, Olive cried very hard, and asked if
she please couldn't take Martin too, for he wouldn't have any
little sister at all if she went away. |
Martin came to say good-bye. He and Olive clung to
each other. While they sobbed, the matron scolded and
the lady pondered. Finally the lady asked the matron’s
permission to take Martin for a few days’ visit. That stopped
the crying and the scolding, and away the children went in
ereat glee. a 8, |
-Martin was such a quiet, good boy, and so happy to be
with them, that the lady and her husband decided to keep
both children. » Neither they nor the children ever had any
reason to regret it. | :
Olive and Martin had had so little fun in their lives, had
shed so many tears, and had known so much about trouble,
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that they were always grateful for everthing done for them,
and tried their best to do right. They were very unlike the
children, who, while always being indulged and petted, are
nevertheless discontented. |
MY DOLLY.
MY Dolly, Polly Angelina Brown,
Has a pretty little bonnet, and a pretty
little gown ;
A pretty little bonnet
With a lovely feather on it;
Oh, there’s not another like it to be found in
all the town!
My dolly, Polly, is a precious little pet;
Her eyes are bright as jewels, and her hair
as black as jet;
I hug her, and I kiss her!
And oh, how I should miss her
If she were taken from me! Oh how I
should grieve and fret!
My little brother, Charley, says my dolly
is “a muff,â€
And he calls her other horrid names—
though that is bad enough;
And though he’s very clever,
Av I never, no, I never
“2 Jet him handle her or dandle her, for
| boys, you know, are rough.
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My dolly’s always smiling; she was never
known to frown;
And she looks so very charming in her Sunday
hat and gown, |
You really ought to see her
To get a good idea
Of the beauty of my dolly, Poily Angelina
Brown. :
DONT ENVY YOUR NEIGHBORS.
A FABLE.
LEAN half-starved cur stood curiously regarding a
sleek white well-fed pig, cosily curled up in a nest of
nice clean straw.
«Some folks get all the good things in this world, I think,â€
grumbled the cur. “Here is that great fat lazy pig, fed on
the best of everything— peas, potatoes, sweet milk, barley-
meal, and I know not what all—whilst I am kicked and
cuffed, and have to pick up a meal anyhow.â€
“Dick!†cried the farmer out of the window. “Be up
to-morrow at four o'clock. Weill kill the white pig for
Saturday’s market; and a roast leg of pork won't come amiss
for Sunday’s dinner.â€
Next morning the cur was awakened early by strange
sounds, ‘“ A—h!†said he, as he shivered in his straw, and
sat up to listen; “I see now, they only fattened up poor
piggy for their own sakes. Seeming good fortune may not
be best for us afterall. It is better to live poorly in security
than to have all we want, and be in constant danger.â€
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“NIBS, -
“ TANDY, let's you and me play we’s poor. And we've
eaten nuffin for free-seven-leven days. And we'll
beg our daily bread from door to door, in the rain. Poor
little boys have to eat, if it does rain. They don't have to
stay in the house.†: : oe
Nibs is a little boy, who is very tired of ‘staying in the
house. Dandy is his dog.
“We'll have to have a basket to put our daily bread in,
and a bumbrell.†ae
Dandy wags his tail so hard you can scarcely see it. That
is his way of saying hell back Nibs 1 In any scheme to get
out doors.
“Dandy, do you fink poor little boys carry bumbrells? I
know one to match poor boys. Big brover said it was’ so
poor its ribs showed. Come on Dandy.â€
Here Nibs goes off for a basket and umbrella, Dandy
keeping close to his heels. In some way Nibs and Dandy
get out of the house unnoticed. After Nibs raises the um-
brella, he halts a moment, Dandy waiting beside him. His
heart and Dandy’s tail sink at the same moment when a
voice ts heard calling:
“ Nibs, what are you about out there?†: |
“Dandy and I are just going out for our daily ey
answers Nibs. : : a
“You'd better come in for your daily bread, or. you ny
get a daily something else.†poe
“Oh dear!†sighs Nibs. “ Dandy, you Land I can't have
any fun. We can't even be poor. :
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JOANNA’S FIRST SUNDAY AT CHURCH.
OANNA was. getting to be quite a big girl. She had
never been to church since she was baptized. She
‘disremembers†that she says.
She often asked to go. Grandpa said he would take her
when she could sit still long enough. One day, Grandpa
asked what he could do for Hee as dhe had been such a good
little girl, She quickly said, “Take me to church.â€
He promised he would take her, the next Sunday, if she,
didn’t have the measles, if he didn‘t have rheumatism, if she
didn’t kill herself-eating candy, if he weren't killed by the
boys noise, and if it did not rain.
No one would believe that she could go to church with
all these “ifs†in the way. Somehow the “ifs†got out of
the way, and Joanna did go to church. :
She sat as still asa kitten. She did not make Grandpa
any trouble. He was absorbed in the service and forgot
she was there. By keeping her eyes open, she did what the
big folks did. She stood when they stood; sat when they
sat; and sang when they sang.
After that she went regularly to church. Sometimes she
dropped her book with a bang, or knocked over the stool
with a bang, or pushed over her umbrella with a bang. Ac-
cidents will happen to little folks as well as big ones. She
often went to sleep during the sermon. Big folks, too, have
been known to do that
Grandpa and Joanna enjoyed going to church together.
| They always sat next to each other, just as they did on
Joanna's first Sunday at church.
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UP IN THE BELFRY.
ING! Gong! Ging! Gong!
Little girls up in the belfry so high,
Think they have climbed to the edge of the sky.
Ging! Gong! Ging! Gong!
People below look like flies they’re so small ;
Laura’s so short she can’t see them at all.
Ging! Gong! Ging! Gong!
Fleecy white clouds o'er their heads, see them float !
Oh, if the girls could have one for a boat!
Ging! Gong! Ging! Gong!
Floating through cloud-land how happy they’d be!
Wonderful things in the heavens they'd see!
Ging! Gong! Ging! Gong!
Iain-bows and sun-beams, the hail, and the snow,
All these the secret of making they'd know.
Ging! Gong! Ging! Gong!
‘T'ree-tops and clouds they must now leave to go
Down to the earth and the people below.
THE TIDE.
ILDRED came over to spend an afternoon with Gertie.
Gertie led Mildred to her favorite spot. It was out
on the rocks, away out to the very last one that could be
seen above the water.
Gertie took off her shoes and stockings. Mildred felt too
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much dressed up to do that. They sat on the rock, Gertie
dangling her feet in the water. They talked, and they
laughed, and they sang:
«Little fishes in the water,
Who has taught you how to swim! 1?
Has your mother or your father
Shown you how to use each fin?
«Little fishes in the water,
Who has taught you how to dive?
How to glide, and not to falter,
How to live, and how to thrive?â€
Suddenly Gertie looked toward the shore. The tide was
coming in. Already some of the stepping stones were
covered with water. Her stockings and shoes were gradu-
ally being carried away.
Mildred was frightened. Gertie looked very brave but
wasn't so calm as she looked. She picked up her soaked
shoes and stockings. They started for the beach. They ran
and they jumped. Mildred wasn’t sure footed. She slipped
and she slopped. Her shoes were soon wet.
The water rose higher and higher. No use in jumping,
for the rocks and stones were now covered. Poor Mildred
had to wade through the water with her new shoes and
stockings on her feet. But her shoes were not any wetter
than Gertie’s were in her hand. Mildred’s pretty dress was
badly wet, too.
Gertie took her visitor to her room to get her clothes dry.
She felt ashamed to think she had forgotten about the tide.
She was sorry she had by her thoughtlessness marred the
pleasure of Mildred’s visit.
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DOLLY’S BATH.
OLLY needs to have a bath
In her little tub,
Where her pretty hands and feet
I will gently rub;
Twist her hair upon her head
So it won't get wet;
Then the towels and the soap
And the sponge I'll get.
5 There now, Dolly, stand just so;
Very quiet keep ;
Though the water in the tub
Is not very deep,
It might make you very ill,
Very pale and thin,
If by any chance, my dear,
You should tumble in.
Where's my dolly? O dear me!
I told her not to stir! “
For oh, you know, all-over baths _ G ~
Do not agree with her!
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Oh, dolly dear, how could yuna.
serve
Me such a trick as this?
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THE -ElPree MOTEER.
ULU’S dolls are so large that you would think they were
real flesh and blood. She likes to have them large, she
says, for then she can hug them, and make it seem as if they
were alive. Her doll-baby, Flo, is just the size of her little
sister, Baby May, and it is hard sometimes to tell which
one she has in her arms. | |
Lulu is a real little mother gir. She takes the best of care
of her dolls, and fondles them, and talks to them just as if
they knew all that she said. She makes all their clothes, and
keeps them in good order, and it would surprise you to see
how well she sews.
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She is gentle and kind in all her ways, but sometimes she
has to scold G. W. and B. F. and stand them in a corner.
They are such bad boys. Lulu has not made up her mind
yet whether she will call them George Washington and
Benjamin Franklin, or more fancy names, but has become
so used to G. W. and B. F. that it will be quite hard for her
to make any change. When night comes on Lulu sings her
dolls to sleep, and then puts them in their own little beds
where they rest quietly until daylight. If they were real
children, and cried out in the night with aches, and pains,
and bad dreams, what a hard time Lulu would have!
THE STOLEN CHILD.
HIS is a sad story, as you might well know. But sad
things will take place now and then, and we cannot help
it. It is a story about a little boy, named Peter. That was
to be his name when he grew up, but now oe called
him anything but Pete.
Pete had had a bad fall when a little baby and it left him
with a weak back, so that he could not run and romp like
the rest of the small boys. He had toys to play with, but
they were not nice or new, and he soon tired of them.
What he wanted most was a doll. Really? Yes. He was
ashamed to let the boys know it for fear they would call
him “Sissy,†but deep down in his heart there was a strong
desire for a doll to hug, and to hold, and to take to bed
with him.
One day a lady came to the house, and somehow she
guessed just what kind of a boy a was. . Without saying
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a word, she took a small’ shawl off a hook, gave it a fold and
a roll, pinned it together and then handed it over to the
small boy.
You should have seen Pete’s face! There was not room
on it for the broad smile that tried to get there, and finally
had to break itself all up into little bits. Oh, how he hugged
and loved that doll! and
he soon got so he did not.
ts» mind being seen on the
street: with it in his arms.
There was no danger of
breaking it; and it could
sit down bea-—u—ti—fully.
On> day Pete thought
he would try to climb a
lamp-post. He had seen the other boys do it, and it looked
easy, but he would need two hands. So the doll— Matilda
Jane—had to sit down on a stoop near by, and wait until
Pete came back for her.
Well, it was not long; but when. Pete got back to the
place where Matilda Jane was he could not find her.
She was go——o——o——ne! Somebody had stolen her!
Pete was heart-broken. He cried, and cried, and cried.
He should never see his own dear Matilda Jane again!
And the worst of it was that he wouldn’t know her if he
saw her. Even his mother laughed, and said “Oh, it was
only an.old shawl. No great loss!â€
But Pete’s heart was wrapped up in that shawl and that is
what makes this a sad story. He might have other dolls,
but none that would take the place of his Matilda Jane.
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CAUSE FOR THANKFULNESS.
AST asleep, fast asleep, are these dear little girls ;
On the pillow are laid their two heads, full of curls,
And of dreams gay and bright:
Their prayers these sweet little maidens have said,
And their stockings hung up at the head of their bed,
To be filled this glad night.
While they dream their mother sits beside them. While
she fills their stockings with gifts, her heart is filled with
praise. Her two little girls are both alive and well. It 1s
not many weeks since the elder was very il]. The mother
had been very sorrowful at the thought of losing one of her
own dear girls. |
What queer fancies sick people have! This little girl
while ill imagined many things. She thought she was a
fairy riding in a little golden carriage druem by two small
white rere and that the doctor was a giant. She told him
he was too big te take a drive with her, a would smash her
carriage and kill her kittens. If he would be good, and not
make her swallow such horrid stuff, she would change him
into a dear little Puck, with a green jacket and a lace ruff.
Sometimes she thought she was an angel flying through
the air. She said she was sitting on a horn of the moon, but
would fly off soon to a world oe off out of sight. That
made her mother cry.
Once she very politely asked her father—a very large
man—to take a seat on the mantle-piece, as she thought the
room was crowded. And once she thought she was a clown
in a circus, and tried to stand on her head in bed.
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She was very ill; but she got well, however. Now it is
Christmas eve. The mother is happy and thankful because
there are two little girls instead of one.
PLATO'S SOLILOQUY.
DO LF look like a happy dog? Do I look like a handsome
dog? Do I look like a respectable dog? Is this what
the other dogs call fun? : |
My master is a very kind man. He has brought-me up
well. I knew he did not like his dogs to stay out all night,
nor wander off at any time with vulgar dogs. I had over-
heard dogs talking about the fun they had when off together. .
I had been invited a number of times to join them. I had
always refused until last night. Then I made up my mind I
-was going to have some fun too. So quietly slipping away,
I ran around the corner and off with the dogs. ;
Fun? Yes, we did have fun, though an uneasy sneaky
feeling would come over me at times to interfere with my
happiness. Fun? Yes, but it ended ina fight! Fun? Yes,
we did have fun, but I’m not having any now! ee
One eye nearly gone, one ear half chewed off, a hole in
my cheek, a hump on my leg, my master in sorrow, and I in
disgrace, to say nothing of aches and of pains. It will be
some time before I get my good looks back again, or my
usual fine gait. Three-legged and one-eyed! Ugh!
Fun? Yes! But if any dog imagines that I think it -
pays, he is very much mistaken. When I let myself down
again to go off with vulgar dogs, no matter what the fun,
may I be locked in the asylum for foolish and insane dogs!!
PLATO.
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THE KINGS DAUGHTER.
HE does not look like a Princess, with her plain fur cap
and cape, and ees her own sleigh. Yet a daughter
of the King she 1s. 2
If you eerie look under the fur robe, you Coend find a
doll’s carriage, and in it two dolls all dressed for a drive.
You would find a doll’s bed, with pillows, blankets, mattress.
and spread. You would find a pair of skates, a sled, some
mittens, handkerchiefs, caps, and hoods; and a basket of
candles, spangles, and small toys for a tree.’ :
This “King’s Daughter†did not pay for them! all = Slice
is only one of a circle af Daughters. They saved their
money, they bought the toys, fey made the clothes, and
they dressed the do lls, not for themselves, not for their own.
little brothers and sisters, but for a family of children who
but for them would have no presents at all. Their father ts
poor and ill, and their mother earns but little.
It is the day before Christmas. This King’s Daughter
is taking these things to the home of those poor children.
Thre other Danone will meet her there, to trim a tree they.
have ordered. he poor mother will help them, forgetting
her sorrows. for a. while. The sick father will smile as he
looks on. This will be his last Christmas-tree on earth, as.
he can not live much longer. He is very giad the King
has sent his daughters to i for the children what he is not
able to do for on himself.
On Christmas day will come a basket, full of good thingsâ€
to eat, which these same girls have provided. These girls’
by saving their money fae had less candy to eat, fewer
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trinkets to wear, and perhaps a little less fun. But think
of the comfort and happiness they will give to those poor
children, that sad mother, that sick father! |
Are you a daughter of the King?
GETTING READY FOR BED.
ALLAN thought it was time he learned to get himself
ready for bed. He wished to be a man as soon as ~
possible. That, he thought, would be one way to grow
manly. So he kissed eco bed, good-night and went up-
stairs to bed all alone.
No, not exactly alone, for Teed: went with him. Allan
did not admit it to anybody, but he really was very much ~
obliged to Toodles, as he was a great deal of company.
“ Now Toodles, you watch me undress, and see if I don't
know how!†And Toodles watched.
“You see that, Toodles?†asked Allan as he put out one
foot with a stocking on it. “That is where I keep some of
my pigs.â€
“Pur-r-r, pur-r-r,’ said Toodles.
“Sure!†said Allan. ‘“ You can’t see them, for feo are
all covered up; but they are there. Now, look!†Allan
jerked off the stocking and wiggled his toes before Toodles’
Very Nose, DCC, To of Heae
“Pur-r-r, pur-r-r,†said Toodles.
« And here’s where I keep all the others!†said Allan as
he held up the other stockinged foot. “See them?†Off went
that stocking. “Are they not nice little pigs? There's the
one that went to market, and there’s the one oo sad ‘squeak,
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squeak.†Allan poked his bare foot into Toodles’ ribs and
wiggled his toes in his fur. , ’ coe
“Pur-r-r, pur-r-r,†said Toodles.
Allan got his clothes off, but found it hard to get his night.
gown on. His hands would go into the legs of the gown.
His feet would go into the arms of the gown. He and the
gown got all tangled up. Toodles couldn’t help him. He
could only encourage him by saying “ Pur-r-r, pur-r-râ€
Mamma came up and straightened him out, and buttoned
his gown behind. |
hen in said his prayers, asking God to “ bless every-
body and Toodles.â€
A BOY.
TICKLE your chin! Tickle your chin!
When a boy wakens, our trials begin.
Tickle your chin! Tickle your chin!
When a boy dallies, there’s mischief within.
Tickle your chin! Tickle your chin!
When a boy dresses, he makes a great din.
_ Tickle your chin! Tickle your chin! :
When a boy washes, he half rubs his skin.
Tickle your chin! Tickle your chin!
When a boy frolics, to imps he’s akin.
Tickle your chin! Tickle your chin!
When a boy loves us, our hearts he can win.
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A FUNNY LITTLE FROG.
(C)NCE a little Frog
Sat a-croaking on a log,
Oh, a very funny frog was he!
For he longed to be a tar
And go journeying afar,
Seeing wonders on the deep blue sea.
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A bit of birchen bark
Went a-drifting slowly down the
stream; | .
And in this light canoe
Lay the little froggie, who :
Imagined he was floating through a dream.
But my! when he awoke,
His astonishment he spoke |
In language that all froggies under-
stand ;
His mouth he opened wide
Andhecried, and cried, and cried,
Although he wasn’t out of sight of
land.
The journey soon was o’er,
And the froggie jumped ashore,
As happy and as frisky as could be:
And on a mossy log,
Sits that now contented frog,
And never, never, wants to go to sea!
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ees had a present of
a big Jack-knife, and
oh, how proud he was of
it! He whistled all day
long, and at last made him-
self a.nice boat, with bow-
sprit, mast, and sail, all
complete. James called his
boat the “Arrow,†for it
would fly so swiftly when
the wind was right. O
. how it would go!
James had a sister Ella,
near his own age, who was
very fond of her brother,
and proud of the boat that
he had made. The two
always mice nicely together, and were never known to
quarrel. James liked to please Ella, and Ella liked to please
James, so both were happy. j
There was nothing James and Ella enjoyed more than
wading in the Snallowe water and guiding the little sail-boat—
their newest toy. Ella called James—“ Captain’; and James
called Ella—“ Mate,†and as James wore a sailor-suit he felt
quite like a sea-faring man.
James was cancill not to let his little boat get out into
deep water, for it had cost him a great deal of time and
trouble to make it, and he did not care to lose it. . But one
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calm day the Captain and Mate had gone for a drive, leaving
the sail-boat in what they. thought was a safe place. While
they were gone, a stiff breeze came up and blew the little
boat away from the shore, and it sailed, and sailed far out of
sight. Wasn’t that too bad?
IF I ONLY HAD WINGS!
[ F I only had wings, now I'm tired of play,
How nice it would be to go sailing away!
The sky is so blue and the clouds are so bright,
I should never be weary from morning till night.
You dear little bird on the top of the tree,
I am sure you're as happy as happy can be;
With your little wings you can fly very high,
But with large ones I think I could get to the sky.
_ There are many things there which I’m longing to know:
_ Those clouds look like mountains all covered with snow;
_ Oh, if we had wings could we go there and play,
And tumble about as we do in the hay?
And where do the stars go as soon as it’s light ?
_And why do they twinkle the whole of the night ?
Do they talk to each other when no one can hear?
And do they feel sad when the moon isn’t there?
If that butterfly now to a fairy would turn,
Perhaps she would help me these secrets to learn:
Such beautiful sights and such wonderful things
. 1 would quickly find out if I only had wings.
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AFTERNOON TEA.
AFTERNOON TEA.
HAVE three dolls. Their names are Blanche Amelia,
Capitola, and John Henry. Blanche Amelia and Cap-
itola are very well-behaved, but John Henry gives me a
world of trouble. I thought it would be nice to have a boy-
doll. But itis not. He is a great care.
When I dress up Blanche Amelia and Capitola in their ,
best clothes, they seem to know that they must act like ladies,
and I am never ashamed of them.
I love to make believe; don't you?
Mamma and my sister Belle go out to afternoon teas and
receptions, and when they come home I hear them tell how
this one looked, and what that one did, and what the other
one said, and what they all wore, and oh! how I do enjoy it.
Then I have an afternoon tea for my dolls. I have my
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own set of dishes, and my own tea-tray, and I pass the cups
around to them just as if they were real folks, 3
Blanche Amelia and Capitola sit up and behave their best,
but John Henry will put his arms on the table, although |]
have told him it is not nice to do so.
When I play afternoon tea I have to eat all the goodies
myself, and drink all the warm milk, which I call tea, and :
when the play is over I am ever so tired. But not a bit
hungry. Oh, no! es
HOW ELMER WAS LET ALONE.
“[ JUST wish I could be let alone:
for a while,†said Elmer Green.
“T am tired, and I don’t want to
do anything for any body.â€
“Tired†was another name for
“cross, and to tell you the truth
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ta 7 days. He got up cross, and he
would stay cross for some time.
-_ He always did. It was of no use
"to try to please him. It could not
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be done. So he took a book and went off by himself, but
was not gone long before he came back for his top. He
spun that for a while; then he got out his toys; then he
counted his marbles; then he thought he would pick’ séme
cherries, but there was no one to go with him, and théfe Was
no fun in going alone. ee
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What should he do? He wanted to be amused, and
didn't know how to amuse himself.
Presently he came into the room where his mother was,
and stood around hoping’she would ask him to do something
for her. But she did not. She had a great deal to do, and
needed help, but she would not callon Elmer. It made him
feel as if he was of no use to any one.
* “Mother,†he said at last, “what can I do?â€
“ Please yourself,†was the quick reply.
That was what Elmer had been trying to-do, but with
poor success. He hung his head, and felt as cross as a bear.
As he sat in a corner, his mother took up the pail to go out
to the well. Elmer seized the pail out of her hand and drew
the water. He began to feel better. Then he looked around
to see what else he could do. He did -not wait to be asked.
The more he did, the more he felt like doing. He had found
out that it was not nice to be let alone; and he also found
out that he pleased himself most by trying to please others.
BY THE MILL-POND.
(COME, let us sit down under the shade of this big tree.
How its branches reach over, and dip down into the
water. It is like a great umbrella. It is an old tree. Sec
how thick the trunk is. It is nice to sit in its shade on
such a warm day. We will ask the miller to give us some.
corn, and we will feed the ducks. There are five of them—
white as snow, and with bright yellow bills and legs.
Here they come!—one, two, three, four, five. Let us
name them. Ala, Ela, Ila, Ola, Ula. The names sound.
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very much alike, but that will make no difference to them.
And if you call one the others are sure to follow.
Quack — quack — quack — quack — quack !
They know what we are sitting here for, and they are in
haste to be fed. ‘They are always hungry.
Now throw the corn out, where the water is deep. See
the ducks dive for it! That one is standing on its head.
How queer it looks, with its yellow legs kicking up on top
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of the water. Over goes that one! Heels over head! The
ducks don’t mind. Now let them quack, quack for a while.
Soon they will sail off to their pet feeding-ground, where the
earth 1s moist and there are soft grasses.
Look! look! What is the matter? A big turtle has
seized one of the ducks by the leg. It cannot get away.
Isn't that too bad! Now there are only four white ducks
on the mill-pond.
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RIVAL TEAMS.
RIVAL TEAMS.
Y brother has a hobby-horse,
And though he rides with speed,
He cannot go as fast as |
On my velocipede.
Ho! ho! ho! Away I go!
Around the block I scurry !
Clear the track! I'll soon be back!
Back again in a hurry!
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My brother has a hobby-horse,
a A pretty thing to see;
7 It ambles very well; but oh!
(2 That's not the pace for me.
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Ho! ho! ho! Away I go!
Around the block I scurry!
Clear the track! I'll soon be back!
Back again in a hurry!
My brother thinks his hobby-horse
A. very noble steed,
But I would rather ride about
On my velocipede.
Ho! ho! ho! Away I go!
Round the block I scurry!
Clear the track! I'll soon be back!
Back again in a hurry!
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MRS. BRUIN AND HER CUBS.
NE afternoon Mrs. Bruin was obliged to leave her cubs
alone. She cautioned them not to go far from their cave
while she was away. | |
They had their usual play together, rolling and tumbling
and chasing each other. They ran farther and farther away.
from the cave, as no mother was there to call them back.
They ran around trees and scrambled over logs; they climbed
over rocks and stepped into bogs. Growing tired, they turned
to go to their cave to rest. SS
Where was it? : —
They looked into one cave. That was not theirs. _ They
looked into another cave. That was not theirs. They poked
their noses into hollow trees, they sniffed around between
the rocks. Had their cave moved away! Oh! where were
they! No home! No mother! oe
Oh dear! Frightened nearly to death, these young cubs
took to their heels. They did not know which way to go,
but they ran. Splash! Splash! Into a stream that he didn’t
see, tumbled. one little cub. Such a howling as was set up,
by the other little cub. And the howling was not in vain.
It had a very familiar tone to Mrs. Bruin, who was walking
home that way.
She hurried to the spot from which it came. She saw at
once the plight of the cubs, and that they were her very own
babies. She made a dash for the little one struggling in the
water and pulled him out by the nape of the neck. Mrs.
Bruin shook him pretty hard, perhaps to shake off the water,
and perhaps to punish him a little. She was very much
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surprised to find them in this part of the woods all alone
by themselves. She marched them off to their home. The
walk was an instructive but not a jolly one.
THE BUNNY.
BOX and Cox were twins. Griswold, their little master,
was very fond of them. ‘The dogs and the boy were
always together.
(reread let them play with some of his toys, but not with
any they could hurt. Somebody gave Griswold a new toy-
rabbit which he kept safely away on the dogs, except once.
Then he left it on the floor while he went out to see a boy
passing by.
Box examined the bunny, nosing and pawing it all over.
Cox ‘tried to get his nose or a paw on it, but Box kept him
off. Suddenly, while Box was looking up, Cox grabbed
bunny by the back and started to run. Box as soon as he
could collect his wits ran too. Such a race! Over the toys,
down the steps, out in the yard, around the house, they
chased and they raced.
Cox held the bunny fast in his mouth, and kept the lead
for a long time. Box finally got near enough to catch the
bunny’s head in his mouth. Then came the tug of war.
Cox pulled one way, Box the other. Cox tried to shake Box
off, Box tried to shake Cox off. Cox growled, Box growled.
Griswold, coming back to his play-things, missed the dogs
and the bunny, and feared something was wrong. Hearing
some growls, he went to look for the dogs. His heart came
into his mouth as he saw them jerking his bunny with all
their might.
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He got to them just-in time to see poor bunny come apart,
And he came apart so suddenly that Box, with the head in
his mouth, keeled over one way, and Cox, still holding the
back, keeled over the other way. This ending surprised
them. Each dog sat down to think and to pant.
Griswold sat down to think and to cry. Griswold’s mother
came to the rescue. She gathered up the remains of the
rabbit, whipped Box and Cox, and consoled Griswold: She
said the bunny’s head could be plastered on; but his expres-
sion would never be quite the same, for one eye was knocked
in, and one ear was gone.
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TOWZER’S FUN.
‘TIGER, Towzer, and Tip, although the pets of one house-
hold, were often jealous of one another. |
Towzer and Tip were sometimes friendly from sympathy.
Towzer was chained up and couldn't run away, Tip had had
his wings clipped and couldn't fly away, while Tiger, the sly
cat, was free to go his way.
_ Tiger took his after-dinner nap on top of the large square
post near his kennel. One day, while he was resting up
there, Tip examined the bones on his dinner plate. Tiger,
lying on the steps, saw Tip picking the bones. He loved to
tease Tip by springing at him, and Towzer loved to tease
Tiger. Towzer thought he saw a chance for some fun.
Tip fastened his eyes on the bone; Tiger fastened his eyes -
on Tip; and Towzer fastened his eyes on Siger Tip picked
the bone; Tiger tip-toed over the ground; ‘Towzer wagged
his stub of a tail. ,
“Caw-caw, meow-ow, bow-wow!†What a row! Towzer,
Tiger and Tip all in a heap, clawing, scratching, and tum-
bling one over the other.
“ Caw-caw, mneow-ow, bow-wow!†What a row! Feathers.
and fur! Claws and paws!
« Sis-cat!†said a voice.
And they “scatted.â€. There sat Towzer in front of his
kennel, looking as though nothing had happened. Tiger and
Tip were nowhere to be seen. By the contented wag of his
stub of a tail, Towzer showed he had had some an He
winked and he blinked as he glanced at some fur and a
feather or two at his feet.
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HIS FIRST CIGAR.
“ PLEASE, mister, give me a cigar!â€
The request was made by ico but was not granted
_ by the person addressed. Tolomeo had seen men ae
They seemed to enjoy it. He wished to smoke too. His
income as a news-boy was not large enough to buy cigars,
so he had never smoked.
While he was wishing for a cigar, he saw a man toe
away the one he was Tene It was quite a large piece,
and Tolomeo ran for it. He felt very grand as he thrust one
thumb into his trousers and held the cigar just as he had
seen men hold theirs. He drew the smoke into his mouth,
then let it out, trying to form little rings. He did not know
how, exactly, but he tried to learn, feeling like a big man.
His attention was presently called from his none toa
queer feeling in his mouth and stomach. There was envi
all along ae line between the two, and Tolomeo was misera-
ble. The stump of the cigar was forgotten. He only knew
about his dreadful feelings.
“Hello, old fellow, what’s the matter?†A voice in his ears
and a thump on his back, showed the presence of a friend.
|i, ciel!
“Seems to me I smell smoke. | say Tolomeo have you
been making a chimney of vance
Tolomeo aid not answer.
“That's what's the matter; you’ve been smoking.â€
“T guess smoking don’t make fellows sick.â€
“Don't it though. Tried it before?â€
“T can't say, I have.â€
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“ Ha-ha, ha-ha†laughed the friend.
“Keep quiet will you. Men wouldn't smoke if it made
them feel as I do.†.
“Don't you make a mistake. Most of them have just
such a time at first.â€
Tolomeo was amazed. He wondered how anybody could —
get enough fun out of smoking to pay for such bad feelings.
He ee try again although ie was told if he smoked on
enough he eon feel all Fone “What's the use any way?â€
he said. “If I grew to like omnalenne I’d buy cigars and have
less money oe clothes than I have now. Bede I want
to save enough to go to the ball-game. I want my money
for lots of things more fun than smoking.â€
PRUDENT PUSS.
BOLD Joe and Jim, and terrier Tim,
Went out to chase their prey ;
They chased her hard across the yard,
And then she got away.
The ducks in vain expressed disdain
Of Pussy’s coward flight;
They were three to one, so she chose to run,
And I think she did quite right.
The dogs outside implored, defied ;
Puss answered not a word;
When they'd gone in despair, she came out tol her lair,
And laughed in her sleeve and purred.
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A SEBEPY SONG:
BABY ought to go to sleep,
Baby mustn't cry!
Listen now and hear me sing,
Bye!—oh!—bye!
All the pretty little birds
In their cradles lie,
While the mother-bird sings low,
Bye !—oh!—bye!
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Little stars that winked and blinked
In the quiet sky,
Went to sleep some time ago:
Bye!—oh!—bye!
Baby dear is very cross,
I can tell you why,
"Tis because he needs to go
Bye!—oh!—hbye!
Tf I sing this sleepy song
Any longer, I
Shall be fast asleep myself;
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Bye! oh! bye! the baby sings;
Bye! oh! bye! oh! bye!
Hushed the song! He's fast asleep!
Glad am I!
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A BATH IN THE SEA,
A BATH IN THE SEA.
A BATH in the sea! How refreshing it is! At first
Clarence was afraid, and would scream with all his
might, and he is more timid now than he will be when he
learns how to swim.
Hazel is not afraid. She does not go far from shore, and
enjoys sporting in the cool soft water. Clarence keeps her
busy. The water that is shallow for Hazel, is deep for him.
He is a small boy.
“Oh! oh! oh!†cries Clarence. “There's a fish nibbling
my toe!â€
“Nonsense!†says Hazel. “ A kick and a splash will
scare them all away. Now I will teach you how to swim.â€
“Tm afraid! Ill drown!†cries Clarence.
“Tf you're afraid, you will, But you must learn not to
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be afraid. Salt water is strong and will hold you up. And
besides, I am here to take care of you.â€
So Hazel puts her hand under him and Clarence stretches
himself, face downward, on top of the water. Then he folds
his hands together, and spreads them out again, pushing the
water away from him, and using his feet as paddles, and is
quite proud of his success. He wants to learn how to swim,
so that if he should go out in a boat and be thrown over-
board, he could keep his head above water until help came.
When Clarence comes out of the water he must be well
rubbed, and oh, how his cheeks will glow! Then he must
take a run on the shore. — |
GOING CRABBING. |
OME, Bob, Tom, Ned, Jack,
Jim—all of you. We are going
a-crabbing. | :
Hooray! hooray! hooray!
Bob and Tom must carry the nets,
and here is twine and bait enough
for all of us. It is a dull day, and
the crabs will bite well, I guess,
What queer shells! Yes, They are periwinkles. Ned
will crack them for us when we get to the creek. Then I
will show you how to catch crabs. Here we are!
Along the shore now take your stand,
With a bit of fish-line in your hand!
At one end of the fish-line tie on this piece of periwinkle
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meat. Ugh! It is not nice I know, but you must not be
too nice when you go crabbing. The boys must look after
the girls and see that their lines are all right. Now—have
you plenty of elbow room? Is the bait tied on so that it
cannot get off? Then swing the line and throw it so that
the bait falls well out into the creek. Now wait—and hold
on to the other end of your line. Do you feel A jerke a
pull? Then haul in very slowly, and
be ready with the nets Bob, and Tom.
Slip the net under the crab as soon as
it is near the shore. If you do not it
will get away. Look! There isa crab £2
with but one large claw! It broke off on
the other in trying to get away. A
crab will often lose a claw rather than
be taken in a net.
See that one dart off under the sea-
weed! Now we have all that we need. Let us roll up our
lines and go home. Look at John, with a crab fast to his —
coat. Oh! what fun we have had! .
PETER’S WORK-SHOP.
ETER is fond of tools. He loves to saw and hammer,
and to drive nails. Oh, what.a noise he makes! He
has a room all to himself in the upper part of the house, and
here he spends most of his time on rainy days when he is
out of school.
It is handy to have sucn a boy as ‘Peter around, for if a
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hinge gets loose, or a piece of board is wanted, there is no
need of sending for a carpenter; Peter will attend to it just
as well as the best,
Nellie, Dotty, and Susy, bring him their dolls to mend,
and sometimes he has so much work of this sort to do that his
work-shop looks like a dolls’ hospital. He hasa sign upon
the wall—“ Dolls mendedâ€
and he tries his best to do his
work well, and to keep his
tools bright.
Poor little Dotty was almost
broken-hearted when Laura
Matilda fell and broke her
arm; but Jessiesaid “Peter can
mend it;†and Dotty took it
to Peter herself fer she would
not trust the dear doll out of
her arms. She has to sit
patiently and wait her turn,
just as sick people do in the
hospital, and is comforted by
seeing other dolls worse off
than poor Laura Matilda. What if she had broken her neck?
or smashed her head? O that is too dreadful to think of.
Peter has an order for a bench, and after he has sawed the
board the right length, he will have to use the plane and
make it nice and smooth; and all this takes time. Dotty
thinks he is very slow; but there are some things that cannot
be done fast, and “what is worth doing at all is worth doing
well.†Have patience, little Dotty!
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[| M fond of making pictures
Upon my little slate,
But though I draw my lines with care
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You ought to see how well I drew
The famous winning yacht.
And there’s a locomotive, |
With wheels and all just right;
And there's a big, big Indian,
All ready for a fight.
And what is this? a baby
A-swinging from the moon;
And there’s.a little dog tied fast
To a bouncing toy balloon.
And now just wait a moment;
Pll tell you what I'll do;
[ll take your likeness. Here it is,
How much it looks like you!
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FLOY’S PICTURE.
HEY were arranging.the holly to trim the parlors for
Christmas.
“Mamma, may I put a big bunch over Floy’s picture?â€
asked Eloise. |
“Certainly, my dear, I was just thinking about it myself.â€
The mother’s eyes filled with tears as she spoke. Eloise
climbed the step-ladder carefully and placed a beautiful
branch of holly over the picture. Then she sat down on the
top of the ladder. She could not visit with Floy, for Floy
had gone to heaven. This picture was so like her that to sit
near it was something like sitting by Floy herself. She
imagined Floy’s smile grew sweeter and sweeter.
“I’m very lonely without you,’ she said to the picture.
“T haven't any little sister to play with now. I wish you
could put your arms around my neck and hug me as you
used to. I wish you could come down from heaven once
in a while any way, so we could have some more good times
together; so we could play with our dolls, or look at our
picture books, or romp. Your Cinderella is just where you
left her. She doesn’t have anybody to play with. I don't
_ play with her much because it makes me cry. I don't play
with my Maleen much neither. I let her sit beside Cinder-
ella to comfort her. Jennie came over the other day to play
and broke one of your dishes. It made me cry, and Mamma
too, so I put your dishes all away in a box. Mamma has
put all your clothes away too, She is going to give them to
some poor woman who has a little girl about as big as you,
because youll never need them any more. I suppose you
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have wings now. Do you ever fly down to earth, and can
you see me? I can't see you; I wish I could.â€
“Eloise, I want the ladder!†shouted Carl.
Eloise laid her face against the picture and said, “Good
night, little sister, I wish you could kiss me. You won't for-
get to love me, will VOUT
The picture seemed to smile sweeter than ever. Eloise
climbed down the ladder, feeling that heaven could not be
far away as dear little Floy td so near,
DOBBIN’S CHRISTMAS DINNER.
OW after this dinner of oats and of hay,
I'll feel like a colt that is frisky and gay.
A horse they call handsome am J, and not old,
But many a time I’ve been bought and then sold.
My heels would go up, and my head would go down;
‘The young men toad laugh and the old men would foun
When bars I jumped over, the women would run:
The boys called it tricky, but I called it fun.
The mistress I now have is gentle and fair;
She always will give me the very best care;
I ought not to ie frisky, her peace to ey
But a horse is as risky, alas, as a boy.
The dogs and the duck lings, the pretty white doves,
Are car a for by Horace, Don each of us loves.
Our mistress and master, and other friends dear,
We wish a bright Christmas and jolly New Year.
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“UNEARTHED.â€
HE master’s three dogs were privileged to come into the
house. One day when they entered they knew at once
there was something new in the house, though nobody said
so, and nothing was seen. Dogs are very wise about some
things.
These dogs were sure they were right, and they meant to
prove it by finding this new thing. They smelled of the
chairs and the floor, and trotted about through the house. In
less time than could you or I, they found the door that led
to the room that contained the box that held the new thing
they were in search of. They pushed open the door; hey
walked in; they looked at the box; they wagged hey tails.
By their manner, one knew they were thinking, “I told’ you
so! Our noses are better than some people's brains.â€
The box was large; the cover was off Nothing could be
seen except a lot S paper, but they knew there was some
thing there besides paper. They smelled of the paper, they
smelled of the box. The odor excited their nerves. They
could stand it nolonger. They tore off the paper and threw
it about.
One grew so excited he jumped in the box. His legs
went round something, he couldn't tell what. It seemed
like a creature that he must drag out. He pulled with all
his might, when up from the box ae rose, like a ghost, the
head of a fox. His eyes were wide open and so was his
mouth, his ears stood straight and his tongue hung out. Such
bar eee and jumping! Trip couldn't jet. go, for hen the fox
at once dropped below.
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And this was their plight when the master walked in.
All were surprised. The master looked queer. Scold them
he wouldn't; in fact he felt proud. His dogs, without bid-
ding, had “unearthed†the fox.
THE LITTLE TEACHER.
“NOW, Pussy-diddle, you have eaten your dinner and
it's time you were taught how to spell. And Dog-
gie-dibble, you have taken your recess, it is time you were
taught how to read. Come, Pussy-diddle, spell ‘ purr.’â€
“ Pur-r-r-r.†|
“That isn't the way to spell ‘purr;’ you have put in too
many rs. Try again.†“ Pur-r-r, meow!â€
“T didn't ask you to spell ‘meow. Put down your paw
and sit up straight. Now try once more to spell ‘ purr.’â€
eer ie oe
“That is right. Come here, Doggie-dibble, and sit by
my side and look at this paper with me. Here's a page of
very fine ladies, and a page of beautiful birds. . Oh, here 1s
the lesson for you. Turn your head this way, Doggie-
dibble, you surely can tell about this. You mustn't read to
yourself, Doggie-dibble, ‘cause then I can't tell when you
are wrong. Now sir read aloud.â€
“ Bow-wow!â€
“He is a bow-wow, that is right. Go on.â€
“Wow-wow!â€
“Good dog! Now, Pussy-diddle, you have learned your
lessons for to-day, and so have you, Doggie-dibble, and
now you may both go to play.â€
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THE STRANGE VISITOR.
ENNIE lives in a
house that stands
i) on quite high ground.
li’, When she looks out of
i her bed-room window
| she can see a long dis-
_ tance, up and down the
i _ road, and over to Uncle
* John’s, and far, far be-
yond the lime quarry.
| | She could see miles and
miles further were it not for the tall trees and the hills that
are in the way.
When she takes a look nearer home she sees, quite near.
the house, great beds of velvet pansies, and of white lilies, a
gorgeous trumpet-creeper that hides the old dead tree round
which it clings, and great clumps of lilac bushes, and rose
bushes, and other plants that add to the beauty of a garden.
. Off in one corner, her eyes rest upon a vineyard that once
bore plenty of grapes. But the vineyard was so near the
public road, that bad boys, and bad men too, would climb
the stone fence and help themselves, and some times did not
give the grapes a chance to get ripe. So it made Jennie
feel sad to look that way.
“One morning when Jennie looked down into the garden,
she. saw something so queer, that she rubbed her eyes, and
wondered if she was really awake.
When the sun shone on it, it Bad and sparkled with
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all the hues of the rainbow. Never before had she seen
anything quite so gorgeous. |
What could it be? What do you think it was? You
might guess all day and not guess right; so I will have to
tell you.
It was a peacock! 3
Where had it come from? To whom did it belong?
Were questions that none of Jennie’s folks could answer.
The owner would be around soon looking for his lost bird,
and then they would know. :
Jennie was delighted with her new and strange pet, which
very soon made itself quite at home, and acted as if it had
come tostay. It would spread its tail in fine style, and strut
around to the disgust of the other fowls, who did not admire
the plumage nor the voice of the new-comer. Oh, they were
very jealous!
Some months passed, and as no one had been at the house
to ae after a stray peacock, Jennie began to lose all fear
of parting with it. It would come
to the door and ask to be fed, and
was far bolder even than the white
4 rooster, and that was saying a
tee: | a great deal.
ieee One day astrange man drove up
to the door of lenmice home, and
asked to see the lady of the house.
When she came, he told her that
nearly a year ago he had lost a
peacock, and had not been able to
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his own home. He thought at first that it might have
been eaten by some wild animal, but had lately heard that |
there was a peacock at Lime Ridge Farm, and so he drove
over to see if it was his bird.
As soon as the peacock saw its old master it began to
screech in a dreadful manner; and although he tried his best
to coax and drive the bird back to its old home, it would not
go. For some reason or other it had made up its mind to
stay at Lime Ridge Farm, and fought so hard that at last
the man gave up, and let the peacock go.
He said that Jennie might have the bird, for if he should
take it home with him it would not stay, and might fall into
bad hands.
Jennie was delighted; and should you go to Lime Ridge
Farm you will not have to ask to see the peacock, for you
will no doubt find it on “dress parade.†It is a vain bird,
and loves to display its fine plumage.
IN THE SWING.
HERE 1s a nice swing under the apple-tree. It is not
safe for Dora to sit in it alone, but Frank is a manly
boy and he will take good care of her.
Swing-swing! Swing-swing!
Back and forth they go, just like the pendulum of a clock.
How sweet it is under the trees in blossom-time!
Hold on tight, Dora! Don’t be scared! It may make
you dizzy at first to go so high, but you will soon get used
to it. Frank will not play any naughty tricks, and the rope
is new and strong.
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How fresh the air seems!
and with what a swish the
swing cuts its way through it!
Frank sings in a loud voice:-—
“Here we go! there we go!
back and forth!
Down to the South, and up to
the North! |
, Swiftly oh! swiftly as bird on
Wy wing,
We fly through the air in our
pretty swing!
High and low! high and low!
Here we go! there we go! here
we go!â€
“Now well let the old cat
die!†says Frank, for he sees
that Dora is getting tired. Slowly, slowly the ropes move,
and in a short time the swing stops. Then Frank helps
Dora down, and both run toward home to tell mamma what
a fine time they have had under the trees in blossom-time.
HEN once the arrow is shot away,
No earthly power can bid it stay ;
When once the torrent foams deep and wide,
The cottage is whelmed in the foaming tide.
’Tis thus with words that children speak,
Like flood or like arrows forth they break ;
Shut the gate of thy lips, child, if thou’rt wise,
When anger begins in thy heart to rise.
(From the German. )
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THE HUNGRY DOGS.
“WE can't stand it much longer.â€
“That is so. We are pretty thin now.â€
“T should say so. Look at my sides. - You can see my
ribs so plainly anybody would suppose I had buried ali my
old bones there, instead of in the ground.â€
“T don't suppose master means to starve us.
“Probably not. But that thought does not fill the hole
“in my stomach. Weve not had a square meal for three
days.â€
As Zip and Jerry were talking, the master came in to
prepare his meal. He lived alone with his two dogs. He
was a good master, but was inclined to be stingy, aad was
growing worse. Zip and Jerry lay lose together to sym-
pathize.
They watched the master put the bread and meat on the
table. They saw him begin to eat. They could hardly
' stand it, they had such queer feelings about their ribs. —
The master left the room a minute. Zip and Jerry looked
into each other’s eyes, as much as to say, “ We'll have to do
it.†They arose, walked to the table, and tried to help them-
selves. They did not get many mouthfuls, for the table-
cloth slipped, and everything else came down with a crash
anda crack. The master hurried back, and in great rage
stamped his feet and clinched his fists.
Zip was so frightened he turned to run, but Jerry, with his
tail between his legs, stood his ground. He raised his head
and barked.
“ What are you about you rascals?â€
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“ Bow-wow !â€
“Don't you know any better than to do such a thing?â€
“ Bow-wow, bow-wow !â€
“Crack my plates and make such a mess!â€
“ Bow-wow-wow, bow-wow-wow.â€
“What do you mean by barking?â€
Jerry whined and tried to wag his fallen tail. He tried
to explain as well as he could in dog language. He wished
to say, “ You wouldn't give us enough to eat, and we were
so hungry we had to help ourselves.â€
The master sat down to think. His dogs had never done
such a thing before. Perhaps they were hungry. He
remembered that he hadn't over-fed them for some time,
and that very day they had asked for food and he had
forgotten to give it. Although he was still pretty angry
about his broken dishes, he felt a little ashamed of him-
self After that day, he gave his dogs better. food, and
enough of it.
Pee Ler PE DDE wi.
THIS fine-looking boy is going home from his work. His
mother is poor. He helps her by selling on the streets
the buns that she makes. He calls to the passers-by that he
has buns to sell, “Fresh buns! Fresh buns!â€
He makes the most money at the railway stations. He
goes to the trains and asks the passengers to buy. “Fresh
buns! Fresh buns!†They like to buy of him, because he has
such a pleasant face and manners, and is always so clean.
He sells many more buns than he would if his hands or
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clothes, or baskets were soiled. He sells many more than
he would if he looked cross and was crabbed.
You can see that his baskets are empty. He has sold
every bun that he had; now he is taking home to his mother
all the money he received for the buns. He is a great
comfort to his mother. Every little boy can be that, but
I am afraid there are some little boys-who are not.
URSULA AND HER DOVES.
‘THE doves ‘are not afraid of Ursula. They know she
loves them, for she feeds them every day, and is always
é kand, «—- See
~~ Do you see that one at her feet? He is looking up into
her face. He wishes to stand on her hand and eat from it;
but one dove already covers her hand, and there is not room
for another.
The dove that has just taken a drink fon the water- lily
bowl is looking at her too. He will hop on to her shoulder
pretty soon, He knows she often has a little piece of bread
in her mouth, and if he gives her a kiss—the kind doves
give—he will find a bit of ee in his bill.
Sometimes a dove will fly to the top of Ursula’s head and
peck at her hair. That is their way of giving love-pats.
They stay near her as long as they can. When she leaves
them, they fly to their dove-cots.
When they hear her voice in the garden, they fly to her,
even if she does not call. And honey she calls they
always come. If Ursula were not kind and good to them,
the doves would not love her.
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EVA'S PEACH TREE.
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plant the stone in a
flower-pot and see what
would come of it. Fred
filled the pot with nice
soft earth, and Eva kept
it in a warm place all
winter. Onceinawhile
she would dig up the
stone to see how it look-
ed, and one day she
found the stone split in
two and a root starting
fromit. Oh, how pleased
she was! and how eager-
ly she watched for the
first green shoot to push its way through the soil!
In a month or two the peach-tree had grown quite tall,
and when warm weather came Fred told Eva he would set
it out of doors, for there was not room for it in the flower-_
pot. It would never be a tree if it had not space to spread
its roots. |
Fred made a lovely place for it in the garden. He marked
out a circle, and edged it with pretty conch shells. Then he
took his trowel, and dug a deep hole in the centre of this
plot in which he put Eva's peach tree. Then he packed the
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earth around its roots, and raked the ground smoothly, and
sprinkled it with water from his watering-pot.
Inside the conch-shells Fred will set out a row of plants,
and do his best to make them and the peach-tree thrive.
Eva has promised that Fred shall have the first ripe peach
that she finds on her tree, for he is good and kind to her,
and she loves him very dearly. But she will have to wait
some time yet, for the tree is too young to bear fruit.
JAMIE'S COMFORTERS.
‘UM A-A-A-OW! Ma-a-ow!â€
“What's that?†asked Donna.
“Why it sounds very much like my Hts brother crying,â€
answered June.
“TI wonder what’s the matter with him.â€
“ Ma-a-a-ow! Ma-a-a-ow!â€
Both the girls ran fast, thinking he must be very much
hurt from the noise he made. They soon found him, and
did not have to ask what the matter was. His knees and
one hand were covered with dirt.
“J fa-a-a-alled dow-ow-own !†cried Jamie.
“Don't cry, Jamie dear,†said June as she put her arms
around him. :
“It's too bad, but never mind,†said Donna as she kissed
him. |
“ Ma-a-a-ow! ma-a-a-ow !â€
The girls brushed off the dirt and wiped away the tears,
but still ae cried “ Ma-a-a-ow.â€
“I wouldn't cry any more,†urged the girls, for they found
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that he wasn’t hurt. But he did cry more, and I'll tell you
why if you won't tell. I think he was afraid that if he SteD
ped crying, they: would stop kissing and petting,
NETTIE'S PLANS.
Deak Mamma is going to have company ;
“A lady is coming to-day ;
And now she is out in the garden,
1. - Picking a great big bouquet.
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The lady has two little children,
A nice little girl and a boy;
She wrote us the boy’s name was William,
Her daughter, she said, was called Joy.
And I, too, am picking some flowers,
So both of the children can see
How nicely I’ve trimmed up my play-house;
Their visit, of course, 1s to me. ;
The girl she can play with my dollies;
There’s one that could once shut her eyes,
But now the poor thing hasn't any,
So she can’t shut them up though she tries.
Then William can play with the dolly
That has only one leg and no head,
For surely he can't hurt Zev any—
Boys break things so, somebody said.
They'll play with my dishes and sea-shells,
My wagon and rocking-horse too,
Perhaps smash them or lose them; Mamma says
Polite I must be if they do.
I guess I’ve enough of the flowers ;
Now into the house I will run,
To see that my things are all ready—
Oh, I'm sure we shall have lots of fun!
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