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LITTLE BLUE-EYES (#. 80)



LITTLE BLUE-EYES

AND OTHER STORIES

BY

- MAGGIE BROWNE

AUTHOR OF “ WANTED—A KING,” ETC.



NEW YORK

CASSELL PUBLISHING COMPANY

104 & 106 FourtH AVENUE



CopyRriGHT, 1893, BY

CASSELL PUBLISHING COMPANY.

All rights reserved,

THE MERSHON COMPANY PRESS,
RAHWAY, N. J.



LITTLE BLUE-EYES.
(See Frontispiece.)
- Wuat do brown eyes say?
Brown eyes say, ‘We're brown as a berry,
We're always full of fun and merry.”

That’s what brown eyes Say.

What do black eyes say?
Black eyes say, “We're never sad—
Always bright and gay and glad.”
That’s what black eyes say.

What do grey eyes say?
Grey eyes say, “ We're good and kind,
Full of sympathy, you'll find.”

That’s what grey eyes say.

What do blue eyes say?
Blue eyés say, ‘‘ We're soft and true,
Clear and honest through and through.”
That’s what blue eyes say.



THE SKIPPER AND JANET.

“JT wisH I could save a ship; I wish I could help sailors. —
I wouldn't mind if I could only help one sailor,” said
Janet, as she closed her book. She had been reading the
story of a brave girl who rowed out to the help of some
sailors in a sinking ship. ‘I wish I could do something,”
said Janet again, as she walked down to the harbour,
“Tl ask the Skipper about it.” Whenever Janet was in
any trouble she always went to her friend the Skipper.
The Skipper was an old blind sailor, who loved the sea
so much that he liked to spend his time near it, even
though he could not see it. Janet found him Sitting in
his favourite place, and she sat down by him. “ Skipper,” ;
she said, ‘I’ve been reading such a beautiful story. I
will tell you all about it, and then you shall tell me how
I can help a sailor.” The Skipper listened to ‘her story.
Then he said slowly, -“T know a girl who helps a sailor ;
she comes to see him every day, and she makes him
forget all his troubles with her bright talk.” Janet -sighed.
“I wish Z could do something,”-she said. “My girl’s

mame is Janet,” said the Skipper. Then Janet smiled.





THE SKIPPER AND JANET.



NAUGHTY OLIVE.

NursE said “No,” and Olive said nothing; but when
Nurse left the room Olive hopped out of bed, and ran
downstairs in her night-dress. “I’m so hungry, I must
have a biscuit,” said naughty Olive, getting naughtier
every minute. ‘There won’t be anybody in the morning-
room.” But there was someone at the open window of the
morning-room—a dark, untidy little girl, ‘‘ Buy a boot-
lace, Missie; I’m so hungry!” said the little girl “So am
I,” said Olive, “but I don’t want any boot-laces. I'll ask —
Nurse”—then she stopped. “ I'm so hungry!” said the
little girl again. Olive darted across the room, fetched
the biscuit-tin, and emptied it into the little girl’s basket. .
Away ran the little girl, and back to the Nursery ran Olive.
Later in the morning Mamma found the empty biscuit-tin.
“Olive,” she said, ““have you had any biscuits this morn-~
ing?” Olive shook her head. ‘Cook found the cupboard
door open,” said Nurse. “I left it open; I gave all the
biscuits away,” said Olive. ‘Miss Olive!” said Nurse.
“Olivel” said Mamma. “I never knew such a naughty

girl!” said Nurse. “Leave her to me,” said Mamma,













































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































NAUGHTY OLIVE,



THE SHIPWRECK.

Tury are still very fond of ‘ pretending,” but I don't
think either of them will ever forget the day- when they
pretended their boat was shipwrecked, and it really came -
true. They always played by the lake-side, and they very
often played in an old boat, which was usually fastened
to the stump of a tree. Sometimes they pretended it was
a fairy castle, sometimes it was a mancot-war: and they
both thought it would be great fun when one of them
proposed that they should pretend that the boat had struck
on the rocks, and that they were shipwrecked. They were
so busy pushing-the boat off the rocks that they did not
notice, until it was too late, that the old -boat was. untied,
and that they were pushing themselves away from the
shore. As soon as they did find it. out, of course, they
tried to get back again, but all the trying was. no good.
One of them felt very frightened, and said so, and the
other was frightened too, but he didn’t show it, “He tied
a handkerchief to a broken oar, and waved it -in- the air
Luckily a sailor saw the flag, and came to the rescue; but

I don’t think either of them will ever forget that day.





































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































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THAT UNLUCKY GOOSE.

“We will have a goose for dinner,” said Mrs. Galloway.
“How jolly!” cried all the little Galloways. And. Mrs.
Galloway put on her bonnet, and went out. to buy it. She
picked out the finest and fattest goose in the shop, and
told the master of the shop to send it home early. The
master packed it in a basket with some other things, and
gave it to the new boy. Dinner-time came, and all the
little Galloways, with clean hands and faces, sat round the
table. They were usually well-behaved children; but when
the dish was placed on the table that day they could not
help giving a loud “ Hurrah!” Mrs, Galloway shook her
head. “I’m very sorry, children,” she said, “but the goose —
has not come; I am afraid something has happened to it.” -
Of course, the little Galloways were sorry, but they said,
‘Never mind; we'll have it to-morrow.” But they did
not have that goose the next day. For Mrs. Galloway
was right—something had happened to it. _You will find
out what by looking at the picture. The dog that
belonged to nobody had-a good dinner; but the new

boy—well, there is a still newer boy at the shop now.



































































































































































































































































































































THAT UNLUCKY GOOSE



GOOD MORNING.

~ Goopd MORNING! We're awake, you see,
As wide awake as we can be;
And now we're waiting to be dressed,

To see who can behave the best.

We're sometimes naughty, Bell and I,
When going to bed, we sometimes cry;
But then, we wish it understood,

When we get up we're always good.

- When we awake we have such fun
(We always wake before everyone). :
We wake Papa, and Mother too,
Until. they say, ‘‘ What sal/ we do?”

We woke them up at half-past three—
Their faces were a sight to see!
And when we did the same at five

They said, “I wonder we're alive!”





GOOD MORNING.



THE STORY OF THE OLD WELL.

“Tuts is Agatha’s Well, young ladies. Would you like to
know why it is so called? Well, long ago a very ‘old
lady, called Agatha, lived in the cottage with her six cats,
and because she had so many cats, and because she was old,
everyone called her ‘Witch’ But Agatha did not mind;
she kept to herself, and did not trouble anyone, until one
hot day there was no water in-her well. She went from 3
one to another asking for water, but nobody would give
her any. ‘You are a witch,’ each one said; ‘get your
water somewhere else. So two days passed away. On
the evening of. the third’ day, when Agatha went to her
empty well, a small girl, with a jug of water in her hand,
stood beside it. ‘Drink,’ she said, ‘you are thirsty, and
I know you are not a witch.’ That evening it rained, and
there was soon plenty of water in the well; ‘but old
Agatha did not forget the little girl. When she died, it
was found that she had left all her money, the cottage and
the well, and the six cats to the little girl who had been kind
to her. That little girl, young ladies, J am proud to say, was

my great-grandmother, and Agatha’s Well is our well now.”



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THE STORY OF THE OLD WELL.



HOW THREE LITTLE LONDONERS WENT
TO SEA. :

Ir was a beautiful day—the sky was blue, the sun was
- shining, and there was only a gentle breeze blowing.
“Tet us go,” said Bella. “I can row,” said Jack. Bob
looked doubtful. ‘Let us ask Sailor Dan to take us,” he
said; but Dick and Bella would not hear of it. ‘No,
we will go by ourselves,” they said, “and Sailor Dan will
be surprised how well we can manage a boat.” So they
set off, three little Londoners, out on the big sea alone,
Pooh!” cried Bella, “it is easier than rowing on, the |
river.” Dick did not say anything; he was beginning to
wish they had not come. By-and-by Bella and Bob
began to wish the same thing. The waves were bigger,
and Bella had lost one of the oars. “I think I'll lie
down,” said Dick. ‘We shall be drowned!” cried Bella.
“No, we shan’t,” said Bob, “there’s a boat, I will shout,
and you must wave.” . They shouted and waved, and after
a time the sailors heard and saw them. “TI believe I can
see Dan,” cried Bob, as the boat came nearer. ‘ Well,

he'll be surprised anyway,” said Bella) And he was,







































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































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HOW THREE LITTLE LONDONERS WENT TO SE



LETTY’S.: PICTURE:

Letty was very fond of pictures, and in the Long Gallery
at the Hall there were ever so many pictures, enough to
satisfy any little girl. - There were. pictures of fields and
flowers, castles and battles, soldiers and sailors, big people
and little people, old men and’ women and . children—
pictures of all. kinds. But there was one picture which
Letty thought was prettier than them all. It was a
picture of a dear old lady talking to two little girls. The
old lady’s face was very sweet and lovable, and she
looked as if she were the kind of old lady you would
like to kiss, for you would feel sure that her cheeks would
be as soft as velvet. The little girls were pretty too;
they were both dressed in old-fashioned dresses, and one
of them wore a queer cap. It certainly was a_ pretty
picture, though perhaps you would not have admired
it as much as Letty did. Would you like to know
how it was that Letty was so fond of the picture, and why —
she called it hers?. It was because there was in it a por-
trait of her Mother. Yes, once upon a time, Letty’s own

Mother had looked just like the girl with the queer cap.





LETTY’S PICTURE. ©



HOW GLADYS PLAYED WITH THE CHILDREN.

“WuatT untidy children!” said Gladys, staring at three
children who were standing at a cottage door; ‘‘I shouldn’t,
like to play with them, Nurse.” The three children stared
back at Gladys. “Isn't she fine?” said the girl. ‘And
isn't she stuck up?” said one of the boys. ‘But isn’t
she pretty?” said the other. Nurse was not looking at
the children; she was watching the black clouds, and ‘the
drops of rain which were beginning to fall. The girl saw
the rain, too, and ran across the road to Nurse and
Gladys. ‘‘Won’t you come in to the cottage out of the
rain?” she said. Gladys frowned, but Nurse said, “ Thank
you,” and told Gladys to wait ‘in the cottage, which was
very clean, whilst she fetched umbrellas. At first Gladys
stood at the cottage door, and stared at the children, but
gradually she went further in, and when one of the boys
gave her a shell she smiled. When Nurse came_ back
she found Gladys. with her cloak and hat off, playing
happily with the three children. ‘“ They were so kind,” said
Gladys, as she and Nurse went home. ‘She wasn’t stuck

up,” said one of the boys. “Not a bit,” said the other.















































































HOW GLADYS PLAYED WITH THE CHILDREN.

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GATHERING FLOWERS.

Ou! who will come gathering fowers with me?
Away to the hills with the lark and the bee,

In the bright early morning when day’s just begun,
When the buds are all opening their eyes to the sun.

See, the flowers now open and hold themselves up,
As they scatter the dewdrops from each little cup;
They shine and they sparkle in morning’s glad light,
Refreshed by the rest and the dews of the night. :

~

Hark! the birds in the branches now rustle and stir,
And the rabbits, aroused, shake the moss from their fur;
- From his nest in the meadow the lark gaily springs, *

And wakes all the world as he joyously sings.

The fields are all yellow, the light of the sun
Comes dancing along, brimming over with fun;
The air seems to shake with the buzz of the bee—

Oh! who will come gathering flowers with me?



























































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































GATHERING FLOWERS.



TALKING SECRETS.

“OF course, it must be a secret,” said Ethel to her Mother,
as they walked along together. “Of course,” said~ her
Mother; ‘Mark must not know beforehand what his
birthday present is to be.” And at the same moment
Mark, walking behind Ethel, was saying to his Father,
“We won't call it a secret, because only girls have, secrets ;
but perhaps Ethel had better not hear anything about it
until Saturday.” His Father smiled. ‘Very well,” he said.
A few minutes later Father and Mother went into a shop,
and Mark and. Ethel were left alone for ten minutes.
They were both silent for two minutes; then Ethel said
suddenly, “Mark, I’m glad our birthdays come on the
same day. I couldn’t wait till Saturday to hear about my
present if I didn't know that ~you were waiting too.’
Mark shook his head. “I don’t: like waiting,” he said.
“T wish Saturday would come. Suppose we——”> and
he whispered something in Ethel’s ear. _ Ethel smiled, and
whispered back. Then there was more whispering. And by
. the time Father and- Mother had finished shopping Ethel

knew, and Mark knew, and there wasn’t any secret at all.



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MARGOT AND THE BEETLE.

“COMING, coming, coming!” said Margot, as she knelt on
the grass, and watched the big, beetle crawling up her
pinafore. “Coming at last!” said Marie, giving the tree a
good shake; “get out of the way, Margot.” Margot
began to feel very uncomfortable. It was all very well for

Marie to say, “Get out of the way,” but how could she

get out of the way? The beetle was crawling, crawling,

crawling! It would soon be on her neck, and she did not

like to touch it with her fingers. She bore it as long as
she could; then she said, ““Oh Marie, Marie, it’s come!”
Marie gave the tree another shake, and cried “Bravo |”
Then her fingers slipped, and she tumbled backwards on
the top of her small sister. Fortunately, neither of them
were hurt, and both were pleased; for, when Margot

picked herself up, the beetle had disappeared;-and Marie

saw Margot’s bonnet, which had — been caught in the

tree, lying on the ground. Marie ran. to pick it up.
“Were you talking about that?” said Margot. “Of

course,” said Marie. . “Weren't you?” Margot shook her

head. ‘Never mind,” she said. “We are both glad.”

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THE . BIRD'S SONG.

HE was singing at the top of his voice, and it was a very
beautiful voice, too. He was so full of his song. that he
did not feel afraid of anything or anybody, and when he
saw a tall lady and a little girl coming up the path he
did not think of flying away; he only perched himself on a
higher branch, and sang louder than ever. “Listen to the
bird,” said the tall lady; “he is singing beautifully.” The
little girl climbed to the top of the bank and listened. ‘‘I
wonder what he is singing about? I wonder what he is”
saying 2” she said. .‘ Perhaps he is thanking the sun for
shining so*brightly,” said the tall lady.” “Perhaps he is
talking to the flowers,” said the little girl. The bird
finished his. song, and hopped down from the: branch into
a bush.~ The tall lady stepped quietly up to the bush
and peeped. Then she beckoned to the little girl, and the
little girl climbed down from the bank, and peeped into

the bush too, Then they both smiled, and as they walked
quietly away the little girl said, “So that is why he was
singing.” Can you guess what the tall lady and the little

girl saw in the bush?



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THE BUSY WASHERWOMAN.

Now, please hold down your head, sir,
And mind you shut your eyes ;
Until I say, “ Get up,” sir,

Pray don’t attempt to rise.

I’m really quite ashamed, sir;
You're not fit to be seen;
But if you do my bidding

You'll very soon be clean.

Now, splash! . There goes the water!
- Now take the soap—that’s right!
- Now rub your face to make it dry,

Until it shines quite bright.

Now you look more respectable ..
Go and put on your shoe;
And, pray, don’t bother me again,

I’ve such a lot to-do!

















THE BUSY WASHERWOMAN,



A PICNIC ON THE RIVER.

“ DEAR JEANIE,—We are having a fine time, and enjoying
ourselves ever so much. I do wish you were with us!
We are quite a large party—five grown-ups and six young
ones. The other day we young ones went off for a picnic
up:the river. We took a,man with us to help with the
sail, but Maurice and I did nearly all the work. The
country is very pretty. In one place the hills come down
close to the river, and as the girls wanted to pick flowers
(girls always want to pick flowers, and it is such dull
work), and Maurice and I wanted to explore, we pulled
the boat into shore, and all landed. We had lunch on a
rock, and then we boys went off for a climb. Somehow
or other we managed to lose our way, and it was ever
so late before we got back to the boat. Then, as we -
pushed off from the shore, I managed to tumble into —
the water, and got very wet, but we enjoyed it very -
much all the same. I> can’t. go out to-day, as I have’
a bad cold, so I’m writing to you. I wish you were here
to enjoy the fun. I hear the tea-bell ringing, so I must

stop, Good-bye. I am, your loving cousin, DonaLp.”





A PICNIC ON THE RIVER.



THE ENGINE-DRIVER’S STORY.

“Sucu a fright as I had to-day,” said the Engine-driver
to his wife; “it makes me feel queer even now to think ©
of it. We were not far from Burfield, and we were three
minutes behind time, all through—but there, I ought not
to grumble at anything or anybody to-day. Well, as I
was saying, we were behind time, and I told my mate
we should have to run the next bit quickly. He said
‘All right,’ and away we went. Suddenly I saw something
white on the line in front of us. At first I thought it
-was a bundle of clothes; then it moved, and I knew it
must be a child. I tried to stop the train, and called
out to my mate, but we were going so quickly that it
seemed impossible for us to stop in time. My mate
shouted, and I shouted; then we heard an answering shout,
and a man rushed across the line in front of the engine.
What happened for a minute I don’t know. I seemed
dazed; then I heard my mate saying, ‘It’s all right,
old man, the child is safe and ‘sound.’ ~I only said,
‘That was a brave fellow,’ but I felt—well, it makes me

feel queer even now to think about it.”



























































































































































































































































































































THE ENGINE-DRIVER’S STORY.



WHAT. ARE THEY SAYING?

Look at this picture, and see if. you can guess what is
happening, and what the two ladies and two gentlemen
in it are saying to one another. Of course, the old lady. .
in the big cap is the Grandmamma, and the pretty young
lady in the large hat is the Mamma. The gentleman
standing up. must be the Papa, and the gentleman lying
down is, of course, the Baby. It is quite certain, too, that
the Mamma and Papa are bringing the Baby to see his
Grandmamma; but can you guess what they are talking
about? — I expect the Grandmamma is saying,-‘‘ He is the
most beautiful baby in the whole world!” That is what
Grandmammas always say. I should not be a bit surprised,
either, if the Papa and Mamma were saying exactly the
same thing; and the Baby—well, babies talk in a language
which ordinary people cannot understand, so the Baby may —
be saying ever so many things, but he probably thinks ©
he is a beautiful baby.. Perhaps you will think that, as
this Papa. and Mamma and Grandmamma lived many
years ago, it is impossible to guess what they would be

likely to say, but, somehow, I feel sure my guess is right,





WHAT ARE THEY SAYING?



BABY’S LANGUAGE.

Bay says ‘“ Ah-h!”
What does he mean ? -
Why, the meaning’s quite plain,

"Tis easily seen.

He says “Oh, Molly!
What have you there ?
Dear sister Molly, ae

Let me taste your pear.”

Then Baby says, ‘“Oh-h!”
Pray, what can it be?
What can be the meaning?

Why, can you not see?

He says just as clearly
As you can say this,
“Thanks, dear sister Molly,

I'll give you. a kiss.”











S LANGUAGE,

2,

BABY



_ WAITING.

THE smallest bridesmaid was beginning to feel very much
excited. The Church was full of people, the organ was
playing, and the bridesmaids were waiting in the porch. —
Through the curtains the smallest bridesmaid could see
two of her brothers and her little sister. She nodded ‘to
them, and they smiled back. at her, and beckoned to “hep?
“Shall I go in?” she said to one of the big bridesmaids.
The bridesmaid shook her head. “ Everyone is here,” said
the smallest bridesmaid to herself, and she counted the
bridesmaids—one, two, three, four. Not one of them
was missing. \ “ What are we waiting for?” she whispered.
‘The three big bridesmaids smiled, ‘Try and guess,” said
one of them. The smallest bridesmaid took a rose out
of her basket, and pretended to smell it. “I wish grown-
up girls wouldn’t always laugh at little girls,” she said to
herself Just then the Church door opened. “Look,” said
‘one of the bridesmaids, “there is the lady for whom we are

’

waiting.” The smallest bridesmaid and all the bridesmaids
looked. It was the bride. “I'd forgotten her,” said the

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WAITING,



THE RIDE.

Ho, ho!
Gaily they go,
Riding along by the sea.
Madge is the horse,
And baby, of course,
Is as happy as happy can be.

The ride’s just begun,

When the wind has some fun, |
As he sweeps up over the hill.

Madge loses her hat,

But. she doesn’t mind that, :
And away they go with a will |

The crows fly by,
“Caw, caw!” they cry. ee
They've never seen such fun.
The ships on the sea
All laugh with glee,
As they sail away to the sun. .























































































































































































































THE RIDE,



UNCLE DICK.

RONALD ‘sat up in bed, and rubbed his eyes. Was it all
a dream? Was Uncle Dick really better? Had he ever
been ill? Ronald pinched himself to make sure that he
was awake. The house seemed very quiet, and he could
not hear any footsteps. ‘‘ Mother, may I get up?” he
called softly. There was no answering call from the next
room, and he sprang out of bed. Perhaps Uncle Dick
was worse, and it was only a dream that he was so much
better. Ronald crept along the passage to his Uncle’s
room, pushed the door gently open, and peeped in. Some-
body was sitting in the big arm-chair in front of the fire-®
place. It was Uncle Dick! ‘Oh, I’m so glad!” cried
Ronald, running into the room, and throwing his arms
round his Uncle. “I’m so glad; I thought I’d dreamt
it all, and that you were not better. You are better,
aren't you?” Uncle Dick. smiled. “So you've waked
up at last, young man,” he said. ‘Do you know what
time it is? Of course, I’m better.” Ronald looked up
at the clock, and laughed. ‘I was so tired last night,”
he said. “It was kind of Mother to let me sleep!”



































































































































UNCLE DICK.



ANNA’S COMING HOME.

You remember the story of the Apple-Pie—how B bit it,
C cut it, D dealt it, and how ever so many people had
something to do with it. Well, the story of Anna’s
coming home was something like it. First of all, Anna
wrote the letter to say she was coming, and everyone
shouted “ Bravo!” Of course, Carrie wrote back to say,-
“Come as soon as you can.” Then the Day came on
‘which Anna was to arrive, and Everybody was as busy as
busy could be. - Fannie picked some flowers to put in her
room; George made the gate look gay with the words,
“Hurrah for Anna!” Small Ida spent all her time
Jumping up and down; and Kenneth was so excited that
he Laughed at nothing at all. Then when at last she
really did come, Mamma and everyone ran to the door
to meet, her. Never before, no Never, was there so much
kissing. Of course, Papa had fetched her, but he had ‘6
wait Quietly for his turn, until the Rest had finished. So
Sister Anna came home to Them all.. She was Un-
doubtedly Very Welcome, and everyone was eXceedingly

pleased, because, of course, they all loved her very dearly.





ANNA’S COMING HOME.



IN THE GARDEN. z

THERE were two houses in the garden, a big house at the
top of the garden, in which Janie and Janie’s Father and
Mother lived, and a little one at the bottom of the garden,
which belonged to Mrs. Rabbit and her son, Master
Rabbit. Perhaps Janie would have told you that not
only the little house, but the rabbits too, belonged to
her; but Mrs. Rabbit did not think so. She often told
Master Rabbit how she pitied poor Janie and her Father
and Mother. ‘Their house,” she said to her son, “must
be so cold and dreary; it is so big, it cannot be warm
and cosy like ours.” And Master Rabbit, of course,
agreed with her. One day Janie brought a small girl
to see the rabbits. As she took Master Rabbit out of
the’ house she said, “Isn't he pretty, and “isn't thig a
comfortable rabbit-hutch ?” Mrs. Rabbit felt very contented
and happy. Janie’s little visitor stroked Master Rabbit’s
back, and pulled his ears. Then, as she. gave him a
crisp lettuce-leaf, she said to~-Janie, “He is a dear little
rabbit, but his house is a queer place.” Fortunately, Mrs.

Rabbit did not hear her, and perhaps it was a good thing.

















IN THE GARDEN.



DAISY, LILY, AND UNCLE JOHN.

“Do you know who I am?” said the gentleman. Daisy
opened her big eyes wide, and looked at him. “TI think,”
she said, “you are someone in the big album upstairs.”
“And I am sure you are someone in the big album,”
said Lily, who was standing by Daisy’s side. “I think
you are Uncle John,” said Daisy.: “I do hope you are,
because I want to ask you about ever so many things,”
The gentleman kissed her. “I am Uncle John,” he said;
“so ask away. Only I feel that I could talk to you
better if you sat on one knee and Lily on the other.”
The two children ‘settled themselves comfortably, and then

Daisy began, “You must have been a jolly boy! You

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know the time when you knocked your ball over

Jugt then Mamma came into the room. ‘Oh, Mamma,

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said Daisy ; “we want to ask him about the
-” Uncle John laughed, and
Mamma went away. But a minute later Nurse’s voice

was heard. Daisy and Lily said, ‘“ What a bother |”

>fO away



pall and the apple-pie, and

but Uncle John promised to answer the questions when

they came back, so they ran away cheerfully to Nurse.

























DAISY, LILY, AND UNCLE JOHN.



THE LITTLE GIRL WHO DID NOT WANT TO
GO TO BED.

ONCE upon a time there was a little girl who did not want
to go to bed when bedtime came. Her Grandmother talked.
to her, but the little girl only pouted. Her Grandmother
scolded her, but the little girl pretended that she did not
mind a bit; and she was very naughty when her Grand-
mother tried to undress her. At last her Grandmother
said, “Very well, I cannot waste any more time; I will
put baby to, bed, and then I must go.” The little girl
smiled, and tried to feel very pleased. All the time her
baby-brother was being undressed, she tried to-think how
glad she was that she was not going to bed; but she had
to keep saying, “I am glad,’ because she did not really
feel at all glad. When her Grandmother left the room |
the little girl began to think. Somehow or other, as
soon as she began to think, she found out that she did
want to go to bed very badly—so badly that she could not
wait to be undressed, but had to undress herself. It
was hard work, but she was in bed when her Grand-

mother came back. And her Grandmother kissed her.























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1D NOT WANT TO GO TO B

E GIRL WHO D

THE LITTL



THE TRAVELLERS.

I am a weary traveller,

This is my faithful steed; _
He’s made of wood,
But he’s splendidly good—

He really is, indeed.

It does not cost much to feed him—
He’s really no bother at all |
And a piece of string
a Is just the thing
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fiiake him come at your call.
; But in such dreadful weather |
No horses can get on;
And up on my arm
He’s safe out of harm,

And our journey will soon be done.





THE TRAVELLERS.



THE LAST LOAD.

Tue last load was packed safely on the cart, and the
girls and men were getting ready to go home, after their
long day's work in the fields. “I am tired,” said Ruth,
the Farmer’s daughter; “I don’t feel as if I could walk
home.” Her sister nodded, and said, “We must walk”;
but saucy Bell pointed to the top of the cart, the ladder
leaning against it, and the men at the other end of the
field. ‘“ What will Giles say?” said Mary. “Lie down,
and he won’t know,” said saucy Bell. When the men

came back to the cart, Giles took away the ladder, and

went to the horse’s head to lead her home. “Where are
the girls?” said the Farmer’s son. ‘Gone home, I
expect,” said Giles. “This last load is a heavy one.”

The Farmer’s son looked up at _the cart, smiled, and
said, ‘“ Very heavy.” The girls sat up on the top of the
load, enjoying their ride, too tired to talk, and Giles
never discovered, until the farm was reached, that the
last load was indeed heavy. Saucy Bell dropped him a
courtesy, and Mary said, “Thank you for the ride, Giles.”

So, of course, Giles had: to say, ‘ Quite welcome.”





THE LAST LOAD.



ELSIE’S PRETTY LADY.

Erste had been ill, very ill; but Elsie was getting better.
She was able to sit at the window every afternoon, and ~
watch the passers-by. There was one lady who went past
Elsie’s window every day, and Elsie always looked out
for her; she was such a pretty lady. One day the lady
smiled at Elsie, but Elsie was so surprised that she did
not smile back again, until the lady had disappeared.
The next day happened to be Elsie’s birthday, and she —
persuaded her Mother to get her dressed very early. “I
should so like a birthday smile from my pretty lady,
Mother,” said Elsie. That day, however, the lady was
later than usual, and Elsie was beginning to feel uneasy,
when she saw her coming up the street, with a basket of
beautiful roses in her hand, “She looks prettier than
ever,” thought Elsie.~ The lady passed. the window, but.
she did not look in to see Elsie’s smile. Poor~-Elsie
was very disappointed. Someone tapped at the door, and
came round the screen beside Elsie’s chair, and_ said,
“Would you like these flowers, little girl?” It was
the pretty lady! I need not tell you. what Elsie said. —



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THE DAISY-CHAIN.

THERE’S war among the daisies,
For each one strives to gain
A place of real honour

In Milly’s daisy-chain.

There’s fun among the blossoms;
They dance upon the tree,
They laugh to see the daisy-chain

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Till they grow pink with glee.

The wind steals by and listens,
And then he stops quite still;
He’s come to see the daisy-chain,

Away from: yonder hill.

At last the chain is finished !
On all the dear old trees
The blossoms shake with laughter

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Away, then, goes the breeze!

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THE DAISY-CHAIN.



THE DOCTOR'S VISIT.

“MaBeL dear, come downstairs, I want you.” Mabel
went. downstairs very slowly. Usually she hopped and
skipped and jumped downstairs, but this morning she
walked quite solemnly. She knew who was in the
drawing-room, for she had peeped-over the banisters, and
had heard Mary say, “The Doctor, ma’am,” as she showed
a gentleman into the room, And Mabel did not want to
see the Doctor—she did not like Doctors. ‘This is my
little girl,” said her Mother, leading her up to a gentle-
man. The gentleman placed one hand on Mabel’s head,
and looked at her very kindly, but Mabel felt un-
comfortable and unhappy. “He will ask me to put out
my tongue directly,” she thought, and so she put it out
without waiting to. be asked. To her ‘surprise, the
gentleman and her Mother laughed. “It’s a fine tongue,
but I don’t want to see it,” said the gentleman. ‘But
you are the Doctor,” said Mabel. “And a Doctor must
not look at a little girl unless she is ill,” said the gentle-
man. “Very well, here is some medicine.” And_he pulled

out of his pocket a little doll. Then Mabel began to laugh,





























































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































THE DOCTOR'S VISIT.



THE. STORY -OF.: GIPSY ..JAN;

“Master Jim!” said Nurse, for the fourth time. But
Jim never moved. He was. curled up in the corner-of the
Nursery sofa, reading ‘The Story of Gipsy Jan.” He
had not even. heard Nurse call him: he was quite lost in
his book. The Gipsy, the hero of the story, after search-
ing through towns and_ villages, after many and various
adventures, had found at~last, in a wayside cottage, the
lost child of the lady who had been so kind to his wife,
and who had protected him in his trouble. “Master
Jim!” said Nurse, tapping Jim gently on the shoulder,
*‘however many more times am I to tell you?” Jim
looked up from his book at last. ‘Nurse, wait a minute,”
he said; ‘“‘I do want to know if the little girl remembers.
the Gipsy, and if the people in the cottage let him take
her away. Listen! ‘And the Gipsy knelt down by the
child’s bed, and put his arms round fees -“ Missie,” said
the cottager’s daughter, standing at the foot of the bed,
“do you-—”’” Nurse took the book out of Jim’s. hand.
“You are not to read any more to-night, Master Jim,”

she said. “You must finish the story to-morrow.”



























THE STORY OF GIPSY JAN.



LITTLE MISS SLOWCOACH.

THE sun was so hot and the waves were dancing so
prettily that little Miss Slowcoach thought the best thing -
she could do would be to lie down and watch them.
‘“‘There’s plenty of time,” she said, as she put her basket
on the pebbles, and sat down beside it. “ Plenty of time,”
the waves seemed to answer, as they rolled lazily over,
one on the top of the other. “Plenty of time,” said a
big fat crab, ashe stretched out his claws. and helped
himself to a small thin crab’s dinner. Little Miss Slow-
coach began to feel sleepy. She stretched herself out on
the beach, made a pillow of her basket, and watched the

two crabs fighting. But very soon, long before the fight :
was finished, little Miss Slowcoach had dropped off’ to
sleep. The little waves rolled and rolled, and ‘splashed
and splashed, until they reached little Miss Slowcoach’s
toes. “ There’s plenty of time for her to get out of the
way,” they said to one another. ‘Presently little Miss-
Slowcoach awoke with a start. The afternoon had slipped
away, and her basket was still empty. “And I thought

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LITTLE MISS SLOWCOACH.



A KIND VISITOR.

LittLe Johnny Talbot,
Climbing in a tree,

Tumbled down and hurt himself—
Very ill was-he.

All throughout the summer
Johnny couldn’t walk,

Only lie upon his back,
Read, and think, and talk. ~-

Little Rosy Carter
Came in every day,
Brought a bunch of flowers,

Often stopped to play.

When the spring came back again—
Oh, it seemed so long !—
Little Johnny Talbot

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A KIND VISITOR.



HOW THE BLOSSOM WAS. PICKED.

“It would make a beautiful wreath for Cousin Joan's
birthday cake, and Mother said I might have three or four
pieces,” said small Marjorie, looking up at the pretty
blossom on the fruit tree, “only I can’t reach it, I wish
I had wings, so that I could fly up to it.” And Marjorie
sighed a very big sigh. She had made a little bunch of
all the blossoms the wind had scattered on the ground,
but there were not nearly enough for a wreath. “I wish
scme ody would come to help. me!” said Marjorie; - and
as sh said it she saw a white dress shining through the
trees, and heard someone calling, ‘“ Marjorie! Marjorie!”
It was Cousin Joan herself. “Now, what shall I do?”
said Marjorie. She stood still thinking for a moment,
then she smiled. ‘She can reach, and she will never
guess,” she said to herself. So when Cousin Joan stood
beneath the tree, Marjorie asked her to pick four pieces
of blossom. ‘“Isn’t it a pity to pick fruit blossom?”
asked Cousin Joan. “This is for something very im-
portant,” said Marjorie. And Cousin Joan never guessed

that the “something important” was her own birthday cake.





















































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HOW THE BLOSSOM WAS PIC



“THOSE BOYS!”

“Ou dear, those boys!” sighed Nurse. ‘ They are always
in mischief,” said Priscilla. “But: after all, Nurse, you
must remember that they are only boys: perhaps they will
grow wiser as they grow clder.” And Priscilla, who was
feeling very grown-up in her new dress, walked out of the
Nursery into her own room. She sat down on a chair
in front of the looking-glass, and drew a letter out of her
pocket. The house was very quiet, but the stairs were
creaking queerly, as if someone were trying, to creep up
them without making a noise. — Priscilla was too full of
herself and her letter to notice it. She did not even hear
her room door pushed gently open; and she was very
much astonished when a voice behind her said, Darling
Fannie, I have a new dress, and I think I look lovely ——”
Of course, it was one of the boys. and the other was
standing behind him, laughing. Priscilla jumped up to
chase them; but her dress was caught, and there was a
sound of-stitches giving way. ‘Oh dear, those boys!”
sighed Priscilla. ‘‘ Perhaps they ~ will “grow wiser as

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“THOSE BOYS!”



“WHEN THE BOUGH BREAKS.”

“WHEN the bough breaks, then Curly will fall,” sang the
boy lying on the grass at the foot of the tree. ‘But the
bough won't break, Master Roger,” said the- boy up in
the tree, who was called “Curly” because of his curly
hair; and to prove that his words were true, he hung by ~
‘his hands from the branch of the old tree, and began to
swing himself backwards and forwards. “Now, Curly,
don’t be silly,” shouted Roger; “that branch is not strong
enough.to bear you, and if you fall, I shall -have ‘to pick —
up the pieces.” Curly gave a wild kick: “I shan’t fall;
and, anyhow, you are quite safe on that side of the tree,”.
he shouted. But at that very moment, with a loud crack
and crash, the branch snapped. Roger jumped up from the -
grass. ‘Drop, Curly, drop, and ll catch you,” he cried:
Curly dropped because he could not hold on any longer,

Roger caught him, and the boys rolled over together. They
lay still a moment, then they sat up. “Are you hurt?”
asked Curly. “Not a bit,” said Roger. “Are you?”
Curly shook his head. Then both boys got up, and as

they walked home, Roger never once said, “I told you so.”



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IN MISCHIEF.

“Now then, don’t laugh!” said the smaller of the two

boys, as he knocked at the door. It was opened by a tidy

little maid, who stared at the slate and roll of papers

which the bigger boy carried, and asked the boys what
they wanted. ‘I believe,” said the smaller boy, “that this
house is to be let; and we wish to know if we can see it.”
The bigger boy looked down at the slate, so that the
maid should not see him laughing. “I suppose you want
to tell your Mother about the house,” said the maid.
“Well, no,” said the smaller boy solemnly; ‘“‘we wanted
to see it for ourselves.” The bigger boy looked up at
last. “May I ask what we shall have to pay for the
house?” he said. The maid seemed puzzled. “And for
bread-and-butter >” said the smaller boy. Then he
turned to his brother, and whispered, “Look!”
was watching them. “ Boys,” she said, “what ” But



both boys were away down the road before she finished

“her sentence. ‘Did you see who it was?” said -the

bigger boy. “Yes, what was she doing there?” said the
smaller boy. “I wonder if she'll tell?” said his brother.

































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































IN MISCHIEF.



JACK-IN-THE-BOX.

I’m Jack-in-the-Box, |
Though Jack’s not my name,
And I’m not in a box;

But it’s nearly the same.

If you shut down the top,

And count one, two, three,
Pop! the lid will fly up,
~ And show Moll, Bob, and mel

Then: we all are quite still—
I hold my arms out,

And if Moll didn’t laugh,
And if Bob wouldn’t shout,

It would really be beautiful.
But now let us stop,
For my arms are so tired |

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BABY DICK’S PORTRAIT.

It was a glad day for little Ivy when she heard that her
father and mother, whom she had not seen for five years,
"were coming home from India, and with them the dear
little baby brother Dick, of whom she had heard so much
but had never seen. Ivy could just remember her parents,
as she was four years old when she was sent home to England
to live with a kind aunt and be brought up in a climate more
suited to children than the hot Indian one. In the letters
that had come from her father and mother Ivy had heard
much of her little brother, and amongst the things which
she valued most dearly was a portrait she had been sent of
little Dick seated in a big chair, with a lovely basket of
flowers beside him. She had often looked at this, and longed
for the time when she would have her little brother to play
with, and so no wonder she was pleased when one day Aunt
Polly read out from the letter she had just received the
news that the steamer had started, and that the travellers
would reach home soon. Ivy went out to tell Barham, the
gardener, who had known her father since he was a baby,

the good news, and Barham was as pleased as she was.



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SAIL-SKATING IN DENMARK.

HArRoLD JoHNsoN was highly delighted one day when his”
father, who was captain of a steamer trading between Hull
and Denmark, suggested that, since Harold had got his
Christmas holidays, he should go with him on his next
voyage. As it was winter, Harold’s mother saw that plenty
of. warm clothing was packed up for him, and when Captain.
Johnson said that his son might as well put in his skates,
Harold asked at once, “ Why, father, shall we stop long at
any port, and shall I get a chance of any skating?” “ Plenty, ,
my boy, as we shall be a week at Copenhagen, unloading and
loading, and some of the friends I have there will be glad
to show you some sport.” Things turned out just as Captain
Johnson had said, and Harold had such skating as he never
had in England.~ The way in which his Danish friends
skated with sails up puzzled and amused him very much,
and before he could follow their example and manage
to sail himself many ‘were the tumbles that he had. It
was a pity, he felt, that his father’s vessel had to leave for
home so soon; but next winter he hoped to come again,

and with more practice learn to manage his sails better.

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SAIL-SKATING IN DENMARK.



A PLEASANT SURPRISE.

“Why, Nellie, wherever have you been all the morning?
Cook said you had gone down to the village with nurse on
an errand, and I have been wanting so much to tell you a
piece of news,” and so saying Ned Sinclair ran up to his
little sister, who had been sitting for some time playing
with her new doll and reading her latest story book. ‘‘ What
is it, Ned?” said Nell. “Are we to go down to Farmer
Brown’s hayfield this afternoon and help there, and all have
tea: amongst the haycocks afterwards?” “You have just
guessed rightly, Nell, and mother says we can call on our
way down for Eva and Charlie to come with us, too. Won't
it just be jolly fun?” “ But what are we to do till then, for
as Miss Harvey is not well, we are not to have any lessons
to-day,” said Nell. “Oh, I know, Nell, let’s go down to
the stables to see the new pony that father has bought
for us,” and so off ran the two children to look for old
Robert, the coachman, and ask him to show them the nice
little Shetland pony that had been bought for them to learn
how to ride on, and to talk over with him the fine time

they hoped to have at Farmer Brown’s in the afternoon.





A PLEASANT SURPRISE.



SAILING.

GAILY we sail, ;

With a favouring gale,
Over the bright blue sea;

The wind rushes by

As onward we fly,

And he whistles a song to me.

Away below
We see the fish go,
Whisking and twirling their tails;
And up in the sky |
The gulls fly high
As they follow the track of our sails, |

Now on a wave’s crest
‘For a moment we rest,
Then plunge in the depths below,
Then climb to the top,
For we never can stop

As onward we merrily-go.





SAILING,



PORE ea ee Tee ee

DOLLY’S DISGRACE.

CecIL, Dolly, and Florrie Grant lived in a nice old country
house with. a large garden, where they had plenty of room
for all sorts of good games of play. Their father was the
clergyman of the pretty little village in which they lived,
and, as he was generally very busy, the children did not
see much of him. Ever since their mother’s death: they
had been looked after by their governess, Miss Hurst,
whom they all loved very much, but to whom they gave a
good deal of trouble. Cecil had not been well, and so,

instead of going back to school, did his lessons with the

_ two little girls, whom at times he put up-to all kinds of

mischief. This morning, when Miss Hurst came into the —

_ schoolroom, she was very vexed to find amongst the papers

a very ugly. likeness of herself, which Dolly, who was rather
clever at drawing, had made. , Miss Hurst told Dolly that
it was both very rude and unkind to make fun of. other
people; and then Cecil and Florrie said that they were
also to blame for having helped. They had done it thought-

_ lessly, and hoped that Miss Hurst would forgive them all, and

they would remember in future what she had said to them.



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THE HERO OF THE CRICKET MATCH.

THE boys of Dr. Wrightson’s School looked forward every 7
year with great excitement to the match they played against
the little village of Elsford in which their school was.
This year the excitement was intense, for in the last year’s
match the boys had been badly beaten, and were now
anxious to turn the tables. The looked-for day came, and
the Village Eleven, going in first, made a big score. At
this the boys were rather downhearted : but Charlie Webb,
the Captain of the School Eleven, said, “If we only play

steadily we may win yet; they are not strong in bowling,

IT know.” Charlie went in first with little Dick Adams,

who played very. carefully, and ‘let his Captain make the
runs. Slowly the score went up until half the number
had been made, then Dick was caught, and several wickets
fell quickly. At last, with only two boys left to bat,
thirty-runs had yet to be made, and the result looked
very doubtful. Charlie, however, still played finely, and at
length made the winning hit,’ the ‘next ball bowling his
partner. No wonder the boys cheered and hoisted him

shoulder high for having, by his good play, won the match.











































































































































































































































































































































































































































THE HERO OF THE CRICKET MATCH.



COMING HOME FROM MARKET.

Two little maids went marketing
One very cold winter’s day ;
With a big umbrella, in case of bad weather,

These maidens trotted away.

_ They had such a lot of things to buy—
Two pounds of butter, and soap,
And eggs and cheese, and bacon and peas, —

_ And sixteen yards of rope!

But they got them all, and set off home,
When, oh! it began to snow! od ee

They came to the river, and said with a shiver,
“ What shall we do? Oh! oh!”

But Tom the ploughboy saw them there,
And shouted across with a cheer, |
“Let me get afloat in my big boat,

And I'll bring you safe, never fear!”































































































































































COMING HOME FROM MARKET.



THE LITTLE FLOWER GIRL.

Ir was a cold spring day, with a keen east wind blowing,
and people hurried along trying to keep themselves warm.
Well-clothed as they were, several of the more kind-hearted _
of the passers-by almost shivered as they saw poor Jenny,
_the flower girl, who stood at the corner selling primroses.
She was known to most of them, as nearly every day,
whether fine or wet, she was at the same spot with her
basket of flowers. Many a kind nod and smile those who
knew her had for her, for they could see how hard the
little girl worked to support her crippled mother, and they
always tried to help her by buying some of her flowers.
To-day Jenny had not had as many customers as usual,
and she was beginning to feel sad and troubled as to
whether she would sell out all her primroses before it was
time to go home, when a gentleman and little girl stopped
and bought several bunches of flowers, and asked Jenny
where she lived, and promised to call and see what
could be done for her mother, and to send some coals, so
that she could at least have a nice warm fire in her

room. So Jenny was quite cheerful and happy again.

























































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































WER GIRL,

THE LITTLE FLO



A CHINESE DOLL SHOP.

“Auntig, I think a doll shop in China must be a very
funny place, and not at all like the shop you took me to
the other day when you bought me this lovely Miss Daisy.”
So said Norah, running up to her aunt clasping a big
flaxen-haired doll, with large blue eyes that opened and
shut. ‘Yes, Norah, it is a very different place, I think, too,
You would not see any dolls like yours in a Chinese shop,
with such lovely light hair and dressed like Daisy is.
Instead you would see queer-looking little dolls with, bald
heads, except perhaps for a tuft of hair here and there, and
they would be dressed in quite a different way. The heads,
too, of many of them would wag backwards and forwards
as if they were nodding to you.” “ How curious, Auntie!
I do wish that I had one just to put with my other three
pets.” “Well, Norah, if you are a good girl,” said her
aunt, “the next time that I go to London I will see if I
can get a real Chinese doll for you; and now, I daresay,
if you ask. Miss Holmes she can tell you a lot about China
and the people, who, in their dress and dolls and toys, are

so unlike us.” So away went Norah to Miss Holmes.