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Santa Claus' surprise

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Title:
Santa Claus' surprise a Christmas gift for the little folks
Creator:
Closson, William Baxter Palmer, 1848-1926 ( engraver )
Barnes, Culmer ( Engraver )
Tucker, S. S ( Engraver )
Barnes, Hiram P. (Hiram Putnam) ( Engraver )
D. Lothrop & Company ( Publisher )
Place of Publication:
Boston
Publisher:
D. Lothrop Company
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Language:
English
Physical Description:
1 v (unpaged) : ill. (some col.) ; 25 cm.

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Subjects / Keywords:
Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile literature ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile literature ( lcsh )
Christmas -- Juvenile literature ( lcsh )
Animals -- Juvenile literature ( lcsh )
Pets -- Juvenile literature ( lcsh )
Children's stories ( lcsh )
Children's poetry ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1893 ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1893 ( lcsh )
Publishers' advertisements -- 1893 ( rbgenr )
Bldn -- 1893
Genre:
Children's stories
Children's poetry
Publishers' advertisements ( rbgenr )
Spatial Coverage:
United States -- Massachusetts -- Boston
Target Audience:
juvenile ( marctarget )

Notes

General Note:
Frontispiece printed in colors; some illustrations engraved by Closson, C. Barnes, Hiram Putnam Barnes and S. S. Tucker.
General Note:
Publisher's advertisements on endpapers.

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FIVE LITTLE PEPPERS MIDW

By MARGARET SIDNEY. 12mo, $1.50.

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When the first “Peppers” book appeared, it was

_ Such a revelation of the happiness growing out of pure,

_ sweet, unselfish family love, even in the midst of trying

and discouraging surroundings, that not only the children

for whom it was primarily intended, but all the elders

who read the book to or with them, were charmed and

enthused. It was simply the magnetism of’a bright,

natural, true-to-life story, never at any time idealized

beyond the possibilities of actual happenings, and yet

having the genuine inspiration which comes of looking

above and beyond the poor, dead level of every-day care

and fret. The simple story did its work: the interest

in it spread like wild-fire, and all over the country families

“were reading this charming record of home life and love

in the midst of poverty and privations. There could

have been few who did not rejoice in the improved for-

tunes of the little Peppers at the end of the book, and

_longsto know more of their history. In fact, the author
was besieged with letters, begging for “more, more.”
pee And so, at last;she wrote the sequel which chronicles the
doings of this jolly family after they went to live with old

Mr. King, their friend and patron, in his big city mansion.
“Five Little Peppers Midway” tells the story of

their life'in the interval between childhood and the

young manhood and maidenhood of the older children, =

and a royally good story it is. The same: loving little Peppers — Polly, Ben,

Davie, Joel, and the universal pet, Phronsie — all reappear in the new story, |
not a bit spoiled by the prosperity that has come to them and their wise and = =

tenderly loved “ Mamsie.” They live in luxury now with the Whitneys and
Kings, among whom are as many more wide-awake children. The story is

‘replete with eaieties, among which are parlor theatricals, in which pet Phronsie

_ covers her Slory as the beautiful princess who is carried off by terrible 4324

« dragons (th= boys). There are some exciting but less agreeable happenings, _

_ too, as when Dick breaks his leg, Phronsie gets lost, a real burglar is secured
by Dick’s heroism, and a sham burglary results disastrously to Joel. a

So the bright side of life has its needed contrast; while beautiful lessons in :

kindness, heroism and unselfish thought for others are skillfully woven into =

the story, and the children are made better as well as happier by the reading.



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“A perfect Cheeryble of a book; to read it is like inhaling oxygen.” — Boston Herald.

“Margaret Sidney stands side by side with Louisa Alcott in fresh, unstilted style, in refined sensibility andin
pure and wholesome depiction of home life among children.” — Journal of Education, : :

“Every page of the book is full of sunshine.” — Desroit Free Press. oy ae
“Little Phronsie will become one of the best loved characters of chifthigy’s fiction.” — Boston Journal.




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By MARGARET SIDNEY. 12mo, $1.50.
“Five Little Peppers and How
They Grew” and “ Five Little Pep- —
pers Midway” had gone forth to
delight all children and those who
love children. But these did not
satisfy the vast audience that hang
_ waiting on Margaret Sidney’s writ-
ten words. “And then what?”
“ What happened next?” they cried.
And so the third “ Peppers” book
was written, and now we have “ Five
Little Peppers Grown Up.” It is
almost a pity that they must grow
up, but that is what children do in
real life, and this story can but fol-
low. Even Phronsie is getting to
be a big girl now, though not losing
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— lovable beyond most of the children
of fiction, yet not mere goody-good
or mawkishly sentimental. Her nose
is a little “out of joint,” for there is a new baby now to be catered to, a little



King-Fisher, who is nearly spoiled-with pettings. But Phronsie is not sponed, .*

nor Polly either, though everybody conspires to do it. But the mother’s teach- »
ing and their own good sense keep them simple and true. Polly bravely starts
out as music-teacher, and not only succeeds in the technique of her work, but
also in stimulating her young pupils to larger and nobler efforts. Of course

she has hosts of admirers, and. it is a matter of intense interest which one of a cs

her eager lovers the little maiden will accept.
Ben and Jasper begin their business careers, and Joel and Dave are college
students with the usual experiences of young collegians. There are some
graphic descriptions of the book publishing business in whith Jasper engages.
Various new characters are introduced, and the story winds in and out among
them all with that Pais De spaikie of animated life which marks all of Margaret

Sidney’s stories.

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Throughout the book, there is a realization not only of physical growth,

but of the growth of noble character. ‘And yet.there is no preaching, save
what comes indirectly by example; and the young people are bright and-
. rollicking, healthy and hearty, and enjoy life without stint. It is books like
these which inspire and encourage young people to be brave and true, manly.
and womanly in all the-relations of ‘life.

For sale at the bookstores, or sent postpaid, on receipt of price, by
D. LOTHROP COMPANY, Publishers, Boston, Mass.

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THE TARBELLS.

The Tarbell

father

THE BROWNS.

children’s
were away, and
some one was sick, and they
could not reach home until the
day after Christmas, and so

the little Tarbells would have

no Christmas gifts Christmas

morning |
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had taken the telegram to the
Tarbells, spoke of it at home.
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have their Christmas presents!
O! O! O!” the little Browns
said at once, and they spoke
about it more than ten times
that evening. “It will be so
hard for Baby Tarbell!”
they said.

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said Dot Brown suddenly,
very joyfully. And she
did tell them what. And
they said they would do it.

Well, it came to pass that on
Christmas morning the three
little Tarbells da have Christ-
mas gifts; but there were three
other children even happier
than the little Tarbells — and
these three very, very, very
happy children were the three
little Browns as they scam- ~
pered back home in the Hoe

Christmas dawn.



A CHRISTMAS GIFT.
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A CHRISTMAS GIFT.

Come, Katie, quick! Oh! come and see
Another gift for you and me; ~

Nurse says it came this morning, too.
Unwrap it, Nurse, let’s see it, do;

Don't make us wait — Oh! what's the use
Of all that flannel —cut it loose,

So we can see it. Will it break?

Oh! I can guess—'tis a big cake:

And half is mine, remember, Kate.

O, hurry, Nurse! don’t make us wait:
No, ’tisn’t cake; what can it be?

A doll—O, my! and not for me

Look, Kate! a creat deal bigger size
Than one you've got. ©, look! its eyes
Can open. Oh! look there, look there!
Ili imeyes its hands, I do declare. |
What is it, Nurse? don’t make us tease —
Do tell us all about it, please;

O, Kate! I know—a _ bran-new sister,
And I’m the very first that kissed her.

































































































































































A GERMAN HOME.— THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS.





“ BEGADDLES.” rs fie
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“BEGADDLES.”

(Stortes About Sweetheart.)

Sweetheart was always doing
and saying funny things.
One day when Sweetheart

was just beginning to talk,

papa had put her into her little
high-chair at the dinner-table ;
and she said very softly and
smilingly as if she were think-
ing of something pleasant :

“ Begaddles.”

She said

‘times, and neither papa nor

it two or three

mamma could think what she
meant.

But mamma found out the
next day. |

She opened the pan.-
try door, and there sat.
Sweetheart and sister
Hester, one each side of -
the molasses jug, taking turns

at sucking the stopper!



“ Begaddles!” said Sweet-
heart, smacking her lips and
looking very wise at mamma.

That was her way of saying
“molasses.”

Mamma laughed and took
her little daughters to the sink
and washed them.

_ Then she went to hunt up
a new stopper for the molasses
jug; and the new cork was a





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“BEGADDLES!”? SAID SWEETHEART.

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Our Teddy’s Kitty likes to} Her breakfast is of milk, and

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As well as any cat ;

She runs and scampers through
the house,
To catch a naughty rat.



She likes the darkness and the

night, KITTY TAKES A NAP,
Much better than the day ; Says: “Kitty, eat— lap!
And when our Teddy wants a] lap!
light, Then in your pretty cradle-bed

His Kitty runs away. Youd better take a nap.”















CHRISTMAS MORNING.



“SEE MY CHRISTMAS PRESENT!’ — MAMMA'S ARITHMETIC.



“SEE MY CHRISTMAS. PRESENT!” :



MAMMA’S ARITHMETIC.

2 big eyes, soft and blue,

1 sweet mouth with kiss for you,

2 small feet that trot all day,

I queer tongue with much to say,

2 white hands, plump and fair,

1 bright head of golden hair,

1 small nose, a wee bit pug —
Make one dear girl just right to hug.

















































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































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OUR CARLO.

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But Carlo’s a ‘very polite little dog, |
In spite of all of his pranks,
For whenever I feed him, he never forgets
To wag his wee tail for “thanks!”
With a bow-wow-wow !



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A CHRISTMAS GIFT,



WHAT THE FIREFLY TOLD THEM.



WHAT THE FIREFLY TOLD THEM.
_ (The Tiptoe Twins.)



ON THE WAY TO STORYLAND.

«You'd better go to Story-
land,” said Nurse, when the
Tiptoe Twins begged for more
stories. 7

« Whatzs Storyland?” asked
Tiny, the girl-twin.

« Why, the land where every
one tells stories,’ said Tony,
the boy-twin. |

“Can we go?” said Tiny.

“Do you know where it 1s?”
Se Or ecours ce weicanamalive
been there with papa. Come!”
said Tony. © |



Tony did know the way; and
the very first person they met
was a Firefly, bright as a spark,
and. he stopped them with a
story to tell.

“What do you think!” said
he “I have seen a funny
thing to-day. The Golden
Robin caught a Firefly friend
of mine, and flew off with him,
and set him in the bottom of
her deep, dark nest, so that the
Baby Robins might havea light
to go to bed
by! What
do you think
of that?”

And away



the laughing
Firefly flew

to tell the funny story to some-

LIGHTING THE NEST. —

body else.



BABY’S KITTY.—A TANGLED TALE.



BABYS KITTY.

This is my kitty, and don’t you think
She's all over furry and black as ink!

When [want her I only just mew!
And she comes as quickly as you

could do.



I try to teach Kitty not to scratch,
And hope she soon will the bad mice catch;
Then mamma can set her cake and cheese,
Where I can reach it when I please!








A TANGLED TALE.

Kinky Winky. and Tiny | Made thema nest in the baby’s
_ Sancley tresses; |
Naughty Knotty and Snarle- | Nobody knows just when or

yow, how.



A TANGLED TALE.





“Please come out,” coaxed | Then Kinky and Tiny cam
gentle Brushkin, ae out in a tremble, ;

| | But not bold Knotty an
Snarleyow.




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and a tussle,

‘ baby’s brow.
“Enough! enough!” crie
Knotty, “we're going!” |
“Well come back to-morrow,



BABY’S HAIR IS IN A ee called Snarley OW.

“Tangles, here, we never
allow.”

“This is our nest,” cried
Naughty Knotty, |

“We shall stay here always,”
said Snarleyow.

“Though I’ve lost some teeth,”
muttered grim old Comb-
kin,

“T’m able to deal with such
rascals now.” :







WINTER BIRDS,







NAUGHTY BABYKIN.





NAUGHTY BABYKIN.

Go to sleep! Go to sleep! Babykin, go!
Shut up your eyes, and then mother can sew ;
Father will find, when he comes from the town,
Babykin wearing a pretty new gown. |

Go to sleep! Go to sleep!

Babykin, go! :
Now you are ready to frolic and crow— _
Just when I’m busy it always is so!

Go to sleep! Go to sleep!

Naughty Babykin, go! |

Go to sleep! Go tosleep! Babykin, go!
Shut up your eyes, or I never can sew!
Never all ready for supper can make
White loaf or brown loaf, or bonny plum cake.
Go to sleep! Go to sleep!
Babykin, go!
Father will andl when he comes from the town,
Nothing to eat, and no baby’s new gown ;
Then when we want-you to twitter and oe
You will be nodding—it always 1s so!
Go to sleep! Go to sleep!
Naughty Babykin, go! ©









GO 'tO SLEEP! GO TO SLEEP! BABYKIN, GO!



MARJORY’S NEST.



MARJORY'S NEST.

Marjory called it her nest

because she had watched the
birds build it. One day
mamma took Marjory in her
arms, and let her peep between

the vines. Yes, there was the



another peep. This time there
were no blue eggs, but four little
birds, “without any clothes on,”
Marjory said; for they had not
a single feather, and such great
eyes, and such funny wide



THE FIRST. TIME MARJORY LOOKED THE NEST WAS EMPTY.

nest, and oh! so smooth and
soft inside, quite empty.

After a few days Marjory
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hold! four blue eggs lay in it.

took another peep.

By and by Marjory took

mouths, which they all opened
with a “ Peep, peep,” when they
heard the vine rustle, that Mar-
jory laughed out loud, and
danced up and down in mam-

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MITTENS.





KNITTING FOR THE THREE LITTLE KITTENS.

THE CHRISTMAS MITTENS. |

You remember “ie tale
Of the Three Little Kittens

That were careless at play

And came in with no mittens?

It was early in winter,

And the Three Little Kittens |
Wondered what they should do

In the snow with no-mittens.

So they sat by the fire,
Allthe Three Little Kittens,

And they dozed and they slept

And forgot they’d no mittens.

Then their grandmother said,

“See our Three Little Kittens!

They are stupid, they're dull, :
All because of no mittens!

“ Nowas Christmas is coming
For our Three Little Kittens
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So the aunts and the grandmy
Of the Three Little Kittens,
O, they knit day and night
On the dear little mittens.

And I certainly hope ‘
That these Three Little Kitten
Will take care not to lose ©
The pretty new mittens.





A HEAVY LOAD.





THE BOASTING KITTEN.



































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































AND ONE AND ALL CAME -CLOSE TO SEE THE SHOW.

THE BOASTING KITTEN.

This tale is of a boasting little kit

Who thought herself a cat of wondrous wit—

I'll tell you how she learned she'd not a bit !

One day, downstairs, she founda house of wire;
“Now this,” said she, “is something to admire !.

I'll step right in, and, if I like, I'll hire.”

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THE BOASTING KITTEN.



So in she stepped, this cat of great dispatch,
When, szzp/ snap! down went the door and latch —
It was a trap, you know, and made to catch!

A trap for rats, this little house so nice—
O what a joke on her! and in a trice
The joke was known to all the cellar mice.

“The cat is in the trap! she’s caught! oh, ho!”
And one and all came close to see the show;
“She can’t,” they said, “get out at us, you know!”

There in the trap a day and night staid she;
And when the coal-man set her free, said he,
“©, what an idiot this cat must be!”

Poor kit no more made boasts of catching rats,
And modest were her purs and pit-i-pats _

Forever after when with other cats.







POLLY PRY AND TODDLEKINS.



POLLY PRY AND TODDLEKINS.—II.

(OLEY Riv likes
} Toddlekins
pretty well, but
likes best the
Boofer Kitten.
She plays jokes
on them both.
“Kitty, kitty!”
Polly Pry calls from her perch.
In runs the Boofer Kitten.
She thinks Toddlekins wants
her. Then Polly Pry laughs.
Polly! Pret-ty



“ Hooray,
Polly. ¢
One day Toddlekins heard
a sad mewing in the parlor.
“Boofer Kitten must be shut

up in there,” she said, and went

But Boofer

Kitten was nowhere to be seen.

to let her out.

“ Viaow! miaow!”
T oddle-

kins looked around in surprise.

the cry of distress.

Then she ran upstairs and



O = oakware wollya

Came |




there was the Boofer Kitte
fast asleep on his own cushion
“Perhaps it 1s astray cat,



said mamma. “ Look again,
So Toddlekins went dow
and looked and she found Poll

Pry in a corner behind 4 chai





“POLLY, WAS IT you?”

“Polly,” she said very grav

ly, “wasit you?” 3
t

“Miaow, miaow!” said Polly,





































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































“ GIVE US THIS DAY OUR DAILY BREAD!”



HOW THE BABY HID.—LOST.

An



SL Pe yg ee ey ee ee



“vou CAN’T FIND ME!” “THERE YOU ARE!”




: HOW THE BABY HID.



“Shut both your: eyes—you know you must not see!
Now you may look. Ready! You can't find me!” |
Good folk, where do you. think this darling Baby hid
She raised her little parasol—that’s all she did!





.

/ Lost.
IO NS SIOAGY bet aie. ant avian oie: aaa,

week just at dinner | call him he could not be found,
time little Hollis | Mamma had not seen him.
was missing. Susan and Robbie ran all

Nurse had dressed | over the house calling, “ Hollis!
_ him and sent him to | Hollis! where are you, Hollis?’
Mamma’s room to stay a little Every one was alarmed, fot



Te te ee ee



GREAT FUN.



he was such a little fellow they
feared some harm had come to
him. Nurse thought perhaps
he had slipped out of the front
door and run away. |
Mamma went tothecloset for

her bonnet, but when she opened |

the door a little voice piped
up: “Here I am, Mamma.”



“Why, Hollis, what are you
doing here?” said Mamma.

“Hiding,” said Hollis, his
blue eyes dancing with mis-
chief and clapping his little
hands. “A joke, Mamma!”

Mamma kissed her little boy,
but she told him he must never
play that joke again.

GREAT FUN.

Four little girls

All out together !
In boots and cloaks

They don’t care whether
It blows or snows,

Or what’s the weather!

Just one small sled

_ For four asliding!

But they take turns
_ And each goes riding —
They tuck her in, |
_ They set her gliding,



With many a push

They gaily waft her,
Till off she goes!

Then all run after,
To draw her back

With shouts of laughter.



BABY’S BEDTIME.

BABY’S BEDTIME.

Slippetty slip,
Down goes her head ;

F'lippetty flop,
Cover her up;

Peppetty pop,
Eyelids now shut ;

Dear little girl,
Now she lies (etc ==

Smooth out a curl,
Murmur a prayer ;

Make it all dark,



“NOW ONE SWEET KISS.” 7 . Put out the light, |
Huippetty skip, Now one sweet kiss —
Right into bed ; | _. Baby, good-night i

vei

Wy

«Good luck! an umbrella!
It may rain,” he said,
And under a mushroom

The toad hid his head.

































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































“KING SOLOMON AND THE QUEEN OF SHEBA.”
(From the picture by Sir Arthur Clay, Bart., exhibited at the Royal Academy.)



HOW SHE LEFT



HOW SHE LEFT THE BATH.

(Storzes. About Sweetheart.)

_ When Sweetheart took her
bath she loved to stand up and
jump and splash about in the
tub. One night, after a long
frolic. mamma_ told her she
wanted to take her
daughter. out.

- But Sweetheart would not



listen, and by and by een

you think happened ?

The tub was slippery, and

as Sweetheart was prancing
about her little feet flew right



little

| tell me one,”

THE BATH.

up in the air, and out she went
upon the floor! Oh, how asf
tonished she was! She thought
mamma had taken her outp
“Want to get out myself IF
she said, beginning to cry.

«Well,

yourself,” said mamma smiling

you did get oul

‘Then she put a clean litt
shirt and a clean little night
dress on Sweetheart and sap
down in the by-low chair wit a
her. “Tell a | :

Sweetheart.

tory, ie
Z ek, you






said mamma.

Sweetheart thought for 3
minute: “Well, little Tibbie shq
yun away, an’ her mudder cy!

“Oh, how very sad!” saiff
Then she sang 3
little song, and Sweetheart wai
fast asleep in two minutes.

said

MamMmMa.





THE LITTLE HOUSEKEEPER.



FIVE YEARS OLD.



FIVE YEARS OLD.

Hurrah! I’m five years old to-day,
But brother John is only three;
I can count ten, and I can say
The big and little A, B, C;
But Johnnie cannot read like me.
There is not much that he can do:
He’s ‘fraid of my toboggan slide;
My sled is awful nice and new,
I put him on to take a ride —
Oh! how he screamed and how he cried,
Though I was at his side!



“wt” have a nice new sailor suit,
And wear shirts stiff as they can be;
1 take my toy gun out and shoot
Quite to the top of a tall tree;
But Johnnie he can’t shoot like me.
He’s just a baby—that is all;
He cannot build with blocks, you see,
Nor ride a horse, nor: play at ball —
But then, you know, he’s only three,
And can’t of course do things like me,
For I am five, you see! “ jounntx |”







TRYING TO BE A MAN.



WHAT THE WIND TOLD THEM. .



WHAT THE WIND TOLD THEM.
(The Tiptoe Twins) |







YUFF! puff!” said the Wind, as he ble
in at the door with a slam and a bangf

oe The Tiptoe Twins clapped their hands
over their curls to keep them from blowing away
| SO cuca nnd

” “sucha joke! I was blow-
ing over the Common ina
4 great hurry, when I saw a

cross little boy in black vel-



vet at play with a big kite.
And I caught the kite out of his

hands, and blew it away toa green —,



hill where a sweet little boy in ER Oe SS
patched trousers sat, singing to himself. And I droppeif

—

it down, very softly, on the grass beside him, and he laughed
and spatted his ee ~ hands and _ cried
out that the kite
down from heav-

must have come
en. Wasn't thal
the Wind. « Pull?

will go on ante

Ameer. @ererted
puff! I think I
see if I can find
pov's kite; if Ido

another cross little





















TELLING A SECRET TO BABY,



THE KIND LITTLE GIRL.



COCK—A—DOODLE—DOO AND CUT—-CUT-DAH-CUT.

THE KIND LITTLE GIRL.

A. dear little girl was out walking one day;
With a song and a laugh she went on her way,
And a hop and a skip, as little girls may,

When a turkey all feathers stepped out of a shed,
His eye it was bright, and his comb it was red;
With a gobble-a-gobble he stopped her and said:

“Though a little girl dances and giggles and_ sings,
I hear everywhere she is fond of such things
As gizzards and hearts and wishbones and wings,

And expects to have ‘turkey’—or ‘so they all say—
For her dinner on Christmas and Thanksgiving Day
And I'd like to inquire if it's so, if I may!”





mo THE KIND LITTLE GIRL.
. 2. ee eee —

The little girl blushed; then she laughed as she said,
“It’s summer, dear turkey! put this out of your head!
In summer I live on berries and bread !”

The turkey looked sharp at the dear little lass,
But her smile was so kind he allowed her to pass,

And he said to himself as he nibbled the grass,













“ ARE YOU THE LITTLE GIRL WHO IS SO FOND OF WISHBONES?”

“The summer is long! So I'll try to be gay!
That nice little girl was a comfort to-day,
And I hope that she oft may be going my way!”



POLLY PRY AND TODDLEKINS.



POLLY. PRY AND TODDLEKINS.— IV.

FRIEND of
Toddlekins
came yesterday
tospend theday
with her. Tod-
dlekins was be-

ing dressed in



Lucy sat down
in the parlor to wait. She
was a pretty little girl, with
long fair hair, but not very

brave, as you will see. It was

a warm day, and she sat very

still in the cool, dim. parlor.
Suddenly a voice spoke from
the corner. |
“Tut, tut! Get along! Go
nome!” it said. Lucy jumped
with fright, -
“Tut, tut, tut!” said the

the nursery, so .

her yellow curls. “O, no!
don’t cut them off!” she cried,

“Go home! Get youi hair
cut!” said the voice agait. and
Lucy went! Out of the door
and up the street and home,
she flew. Naughty Polly never

Be ire.

Gee 72 f
ti, Yi
CARER SAE
s S SS

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FRIGHTENED LUCY. —

voice. “Get your hair cut!|told that it was she who sat

Get your hair cut!”

in a dark corner, and scared

Lucy put both hands-up to| poor Lucy away!





CARRYING OFF THE KITTY,



THE CATS LAMENT.



THE CAT’S LAMENT.

Our old cat
On the rug she sat,
And said, “Mew! Mew!

I have something to say to you.



“WEAR ME!”

A poor old mother.

That somehow or other

Has lost as many as four

~ And hasn’t one left to purr
any more?

_* One was gray;

She purred all day,
Was soft as silk,

And as fond of milk:
As you or [—

No! She didn’t die —

“For rolling and tumbling. But, one sad day,
She was nailed in a box and carried away
By a girl who giggled and said, ‘How sweet!’
I shall nevermore see her little black feet!

“T have not one [a
Now, do you not pity

My leave, they didn’t ask it.

“Was a little spot

~ Of gray in the middle —

I saw her put in a basket;

Mew! Mew! Mew!

“ One was black :

But on her back

Of white, with a dot



O, she was hi-diddle-diddle!
A little dear, the first to scratch!
No, she had not her match



THE CATS LAMENT.



“One was yellow; “One was left

iA bright little fellow, | To me bereft —

‘Maltese on his nose My grand maltese!

‘And white on his toes; He was my joy, my pride,
'His ears pricked up, , He had never a spot

‘And his tail curled round, On either side !

‘And he never mistook _ He was so bright, so quick,
‘The milk-pail’s sound. He was so sweet to lick.
‘How he mewed His claws were as sharp |
‘As they bore him off! my pee As my lady’s pin

My golden one ! When he was inclined

‘Is he mewing somewhere yet? To stick them in!

“ He had the keenest ears for a mouse —
He’d have been a blessing in the house!
Those ears were so pink on the inner side, |
And his voice like his mother’s when he cried!
Ah! A bad little lady stole him away

And I haven’t a kit to play with to-day!

I sit alone! a lonely, lonely cat!

I care not for bird, or mouse, or rat |

“Mew — mew! Mew! Mew!
Mew— mew ! 1 mew to you.
Don’t say it is |

Nothing at all to you!

It ought to be!

Just bring my kittens back to me!



fee

“y MEW TO YOU.”



BYE-LOW SONG FOR JOHNNY.

Sec SES TeSe oS

BYE-LOW SONG FOR JOHNNY. ~

What does Bow-wow Dogey

say :
To Johnny, to Johnny?
“Come and play with me to-day,
My little baby bonny!
We'll frolic, Jump, and bark,
From daylight until dark;
~ We'll chase the cats and rats,
And will not that be funny?”

What does Pussy Mew-cat say

To Johnny, to Johnny?

“Come out in the barn to play,

My little baby bonny!

Well catch the fattest NCS,
And eat them in a trice:
Well frisk amid the hay,

So warm, so bright, so sunny.”

What does Buzzy Hum-bee say
To Johnny, to Johnny?
“Come and fly with me away,
My little baby bonny!

Well fill our little sacks,
We'll make some pretty wax:
Then in the rose that glows,
Well dine on dew and honey.’

What does happy Mamma say

To Johnny, to Johnny?

“He has not slept a wink
to-day,

The little baby bonny!

Now safe on Mamma’s lap,

Hell take a quiet nap,

A-rocking slow, while low
I sing ‘ hey, nonny, nonny !’”

Gonn)

fley, nonny, nonny, oh!
My Fohnny, Fohuny, oh!
So bonny, bonny, oh!

O softly here we 20,
A-rocking to and fro,
fley, nonny, nonny, oh!



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UNCLE HAL IS GOING TO PLAY A LIVELY PIECE,



WHERE FLOSSYS DOLLY WAS.



WHERE SE IL@SsvVs DOLE WAS.



“ She's this

nowhere in
world,” said Flossy, after she
had looked everywhere. Then

she remembered something,

“O, Robin, do
you know my Dolly is runned
away?” she asked. So Robin
led the way to the pound
pippin tree; and there, on one
of the branches, sat the lost
dolly. |

“TIT am degusted, Dolly!”
said Flossy. “I put you up
there and then forgot you!
[’ll have to buy a new thinker
for myself! I am de-gusted!”

The robin hurried home to
tell his wife and babies all
about the forgetful little girl
mamma. |

The little girl-mamma took
her child down from among
the wet apple-tree leaves, and
went with her up to the house,

very wise.

and she went down into the or- | and put her in the oven to dry,

chard, where she and Dolly
had played picnic yesterday.
A robin who met her looked

and there she forgot her again!
I will not tell you how dolly



| looked when cook took her out.



THE PONY S FLOWER—BLANKET. — POLLY S DOLLY.



ane NS BOW Bile AN ek i

“Baby,” the pony, belongs

@ a little princess over the sea,



nose name is Wilhelmina.



Sometimes the Queen-mamma
akes a flower-blanket for
Baby ;” it is’silk net stuck all





with flowers and grasses.

ket there was a picture



e of her, and here it ts.



POWIEY S DO@ LI Y-

= What a tale have I to tell!
Once I was a poor dumb-bell,

Now I am a darling dolly!

On the closet shelf I laid,
In the dark I always staid,

And it was not one bit jolly!
Now I have two eyes, a nose,
Lovely hair on my head grows,
Arms I have, and I wear clothes;

Also, everybody knows
I belong to little Polly!

POLLYS DOLLY.



POLLY PRY AND

AMMA,” said
T oddlekins,
“the” Booter
_ Kitten had a
party. Polly
Pry ought to



have a- party
} too.”

“So she ought!” said mam-
ma. “ Whom shall we ask?”

“O,1 know,” said Toddle-.

kins. Sosheand mammawrote

five notes to five little girls and
boys, and the next day Polly Pry |

had a party. ‘Therewere Polly
Hopkins, the gray parrot from
across the street, and Bob the
blackbird, and Jenny the mock-
ing bird, and Dick the canary,
and a little white hen ina basket.

At first the birds were all

very shy, but by and by Polly | of the room, laughing. “Ti
Pry began to talk. “ How-de-
do? How-dedo? How-de-| party is worse than a cat-patl

POLLY PRY AND TODDLEKINS.












TODOLEKING WV,

do?” and that set Polly He
kins talking; and Bob beg
to whistle, and Dick to ti
and Jenny to scream, and fj
little white hen to “ cut-cut-d)
cut,” until the children put th
hands to their ears and rang

SUCH A NOISE!

me!” said mamma, “a !







CHARLIE IS DISCOURAGED.



PNG Gi ACY,

NIGHT-DRESS.

SS Se ee

fNe tal DN

NIGHT-—DRESS.

(Storves About Sweetheart)

Another day Sweetheart was
naughty.

She jumped right up and
down and screamed, because
she wanted to do something
mamma did not wish her to do.



KITTY IS UNKIND tO SWEETHEART.

A pail of water stdod_ be-
hind her on the kitchen floor,
and Sweetheart jumped so high
that when she came down she





lost her balance, and sat down
in the pail of water!

She

more; she was cold and wet.

did not scream any

Mamma thought Sweetheart
had been punished enough, so
she took off her wet clothes
slipped her into a dry night
dress, and put her into the
crib, with Kitty for company.

By and by, Kitty put ott
her sharp claws and _ scratched
Sweetheart’s hand.

«@O, mamma!” she called
« Kitty pwicked me! Her gat
pins in her toes. Come pull
‘em out!” |

Mamma kissed the scratch:
she rubbed vaseline on it, atl
tied a soft linen cloth aroutl
| Sweetheart’s hand, and soon t

was well.



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WHAT THE BEE, TOLD THEM:



Witat> TEP bee, TO Dr? EEN
(The Tiptoe Twens.)

“ Buzz, buzz!” said the Bee
“Don't talk tome. I’m busy. |
have some honey to make for the



2. good little girl who lives in the
Ghia gan eee, brown cottage around the corner.
aoe rou « She has always a little honey

for her supper on Sunday even-
ing. But yesterday, when there
was only one jar left, she car-
; ried it her-
self to poor
old Mother
Blake who is
blind and
loves sweets, jf \ |<

rept ttl ay

and ate. dry
bread for her

own supper.



THE GOOD LITTLE GIRL EATS HER SUPPER.

ts I would never sting a Hetle girl like
that. I shall make her some more honey.
Buzz, buzz! Good-by!” And down he

(eames went, head-foremost, into a lily-cup.



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4







































































UP TO MISCHIEF,



Eth ROd sO Pewee S dee Rae @ VE Re,



Te VE OA Ore woe N FLOWERS.

(Storzes About Sweetheart.)














_ Sweetheart’s birthday comes | great surprise. Pointing wi
in the month of January. one finger, she said aloud, bu
The Easter after she was two | quite softly: “CO, mamma! }
years old, papaand mamma took | got on his night-dress!”
Mamma took the little fins
into her own hand, and tol
Sweetheart to keep still; by
although she did not talk am
more, she kept flying about 1
her seat, smiling at a class
boys who were laughing at he
After the children had

ished singing, every girl al

boy received a beautiful Jit



plant in blossom. Sweethe
had one, and sister Hester als

Sweetheart was so_pleast
with hers that she went |

Sweetheart and sister Hester | sleep that night hugging it cle





SWEETHEART IN CHURCH.

to the children’s carol service. | to her breast, and mamma i
When the rector came out | hard work to take it away wh!
Sweetheart looked at him in| she put her baby girl into bé






SO








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BABY BOY AT GRANDPA‘’S,



TWO LITTLE NEW SUITS.



PWO Leb i Em NENVe Se Ts:



THIS IS TEDDIE.

With a new suit too;

Little Teddie, without doubt,
Feels quite grand a-walking out
With his new clothes on;
See him with his head so high,
Little snub nose in the sky,
Walking all alone! |
(What a pity !)

Next behold our little Joe,

ee Teddie’s dearest friend, you know,



THIS IS JOE.

“Pooh; says lic, I’m very fine!
His suit’s ugly —look at mine,
Cock-a-doodle-doo !”
(What a pity !)

“ Boy,” says Teddie, “go away!

I'll not play with you to-day —
I’m almost a man. ~

By your nurse you better stay,

With the babies you can play,
’Tis your safest plan.”

(What a pity !)



Angry Joe—how he brushes
Past poor Ted, and he flushes
Oh, so fiery red!
Then with taunt he’s ready:
“Vou've no pocket, Teddie,
And J have,” is said.
(What a pity!)



THE BIG BRASS BAND.



| That is why this morning bright

| Joe and Teddie have a fight.

“Why are boys so bad ?” :
And those suits — why, they spoiled them,
Tore and pulled, frayed and soiled them ;

— Is it not quite sad?

THE BIG BRASS BAND.

The band is out,
And here they come,
A singer to sing,
A drummer to drum,
And a horn that toots
As only can
The daily bugle
Of the pop-corn man.

What tune do they play?
In truth, not any,
Each tries for himself
A little of many ;
The horn man whistles
She quavers and quakes;
And a good loud pounding
The drummer makes.



A litttle way off

It sounds to me
Like a blue-bird piping
And a bumble-bee ;



HERE THEY COME!

But as long as they think it
Fine and grand,
We may as well call it

A big brass band.



WHAT THE OAK-TREE TOLD THEM.



WHAT THE OAK-TREE TOLD THEM
(The Tiptoe Twens.) |









EAR me,” | pocket, went out into the wood
said Tony, | to gather nuts.
looking up,| “He found some prety
‘ow Mat) aa|saAcCorise en! tie ground, and pil
very big tree this] one in his pocket to tak
ioe enone:

«And dear me,” |“ But on the way the acon
said the oak-tree, | fell through the hole. in tlt
with a soft stir of | boy’s pocket and rolled awa
laughter through | beside the road. And _preti
all its leaves, “what | soon, where the acorn wa
a very little boy | there grew a little plant, at
this is! Listen,” said the oak-! then where the plant wa




ae

tree, “and I will tell you the | there grew a big tree.
tale of the woods, as it was « And that is how I camet
told to me.” Vive thee” )

This is what the oak-tree « And the little boy that lo
told to Tony, the boy twin, | the. acorn?” cried Tony, !
the day he stood under its | boy twin. ' .
wide-spreading branches : Ol that, saids the “4

« A great many years ago a| tree, “was. your own grail
ittle boy with a hole in his | father Tiptoe.”

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A HARD CLIMB FOR PUPPIES.





THE LITTLE POLAR BEAR.



“’M HOMESICK, DON’T you KNOW!”

THE LITTLE POLAR BEAR.

I’m a poor little Bear, They expect great things

And belong to the Show, ~Of the little White Bear-
And I stand here and sulk, O, I know [I am bad,

And it’s naughty, I know. And I do not care!
They wish me to growl Of candy I’m sick,

And-I won't growl at all, Anda cage is not nice—
Nor go to the front I want to go home

Of my cage when they call.| - And sleep on the tce.

They wish me to stand I am just a poor
On my two back feet, Homesick little Bear,
And bow, and shake hands, And I will not growl,
And behave very sweet. | And I do not care!



ee



POLLY PRY. AND TODDLEKINS.



POLLY ERY AND TODDLEKING=— VIL

ee be tu said
Toddlekins.
“Naughty Polly!

you wish to be














punished, do



S Wes
Seay Mk
Sa Cosel
“ve Sele

your * |
She put Polly
into her cage and set the cage
in the closet. That was be-
cause Polly screamed.
Polly liked to scream.
would talk to

while, and then begin to scream

ache

herself for a

so loud that every mone, tan
out of the room. ~Toddlekins
talked to her about it, but Polly
screamed just the same. So
Toddlekins set her in the closet
as soon as she began.

Polly knew that was a pun-
ishment. She would sit on the
closet shelf and say in low
tones to herself, “Polly, why
did you do that? Naughty,





naughty Polly! O, naughty,
bad Polly Pry!” !

Now when Polly begins to
scream, she stops herself and
says, very soltly, “Fut, tut,
Polly!) naugnty “hollyts
Sometimes she goes and gets
into her cage, and then Tod-



“Tyr! TUT!’ SAID TODDLEKINS.

dlekins laughs and says, “ Polly
is punishing herself!”



THE DOLL-MOTHER.



THE DOLL-MOTHER.

Lucy Bell, across the way, Dust and dirt, splash and stain!
Never has a Washing Day. Still I never do complain,

/ love dollies to be clean, For I have my little tub,
Always ready to be seen. And I dearly love to rub..



My dolls like to run and play, Rub and rinse, rub and wring!
That is healthful,.doctors say; Fresh and sweet is everything.
But they often are a sight Every week I wash for five,

As they all come in at night. | Happiest mother that’s alive!









1?

“TOO WARM TO BE DRESSED, MAMMA:



THREE CATS.







aL RE Ge:

Three little cats went out to walk one day,

Their little frolic minds intent on play;

Grimalkin Gray, and Tag, and Tom-To-Tee,

Smart little cats were they — I knew all three!

They had their faults: Grimalkin liked to brag;
The jokes and pranks were always planned by Tag—
These two did all the mischief that was done,

And Tom-To-Tee looked on and saw the fun.

“T’l] be the first cat up this mighty oak!”

Of course it was Grimalkin Gray that spoke;







THREE CATS.



And scrambling up the tree they went, all three,
Grimalkin Gray, then Tag, then Tom-To-Tee.
“You're always first,” said Tag; “no other cat
Can climb or jump like you; we all know that.
I even think that you could jump this brook!”
And Tag gave Tom-To-Tee a funny look.

“Of course I can,” Grimalkin said, “look now!”

And springing off the lofty oak-tree bough
He landed —in the water, head-and-ears,
And naughty Tag and Tom gave him three cheers !



























































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































THE ROGUISH RABBIT.









TR’ NG TO MAKE PUSSY MIND.

THE ROGUISH RABBIT.

Ah! you naughty Rabbit!
See a thing and grab it!
Pray is that the way you do, when







you want a bite?
Come, this isn’t fair, sir,
You should take good care,
sir, A
Not to touch a thing at all
unless it’s yours
by right.







THE GOOSE—MOTHER.





A MOUSE STORY.



POLLY PRY AND TODDLEKINS.



POLLY PRY AND TODDLEKINS.—VIII.

AVNOLLY Pry was
alone. in the
kitchen. It was
a warm day, and
everybody had
gone upstairs to
: Polly sat on her
perch by the window and
flooked out. Pretty soon a
strange woman came up the
path to the back door. She
wore a red skirt, and. she had
ga shawl over her head. She
pwas a gypsy, and had come to
ibeg for something to eat. But
jwhen she saw the house so
ostill, and no one near, and the



silver spoons on the table, she -

crept softly up to the door.

| Then Polly began to scream:
Get out! Get out! What
ilo you want? Go home!
Polly ! Polly Pr-r-ry! I see
you! IT see you! Toddlekins!





Polly wants Toddlekins now!”

How the gypsy jumped!
She thought some one had
seen her trying to steal the
spoons, and she ran away as
fast as she could go. She did
not know that it was a parrot.

“Hoo-ray! hoo-ray!” cried























THE GYPSY AT THE DOOR.

Polly, dancing on her perch.

“What a brave boy be I!”



WILLIAM McELROY’S STORY.



P\VITEL AM Mick EISONeS SS @iRsye

One day Dot sat down be-
fore the grate with her Basy-
LAND in her fat little hand, and
she said, “ Now, mamma, if
you will sit very still I will
read you a story. It is called
“They Hox and the Noster,
and it is written by a little boy
named William McElroy, and
William McElroy is just five
years old.”

This is the story Dot read

to her mamma.

Oite time there was,a. bic,
fat Rooster — oh! he was very
fat, and he lived in a nice

farm-yard. A sly old red Fox |

came into this yard, and he
saw the Rooster, and it made
his mouth water. The Rooster
flew into a tree, flapped his
wings, and said:

“Vou can’t catch me! coo!



coo!” But the Fox was vey
sharp, wand |said, “Poor Mj
Rooster — he can never g¢
down from that high tree!’
Don't you think, that foolist

Rooster hopped right down,

just to show how easy ht



DOT READS THE STORY,

could do it! Of course th
sly old Fox snapped him up
right quick, and ran off to hi
den — oh!

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WHAT HAPPENED IN THE NIGHT.



A BOY IN A BUNDLE,













READY TO GO.

A BOY IN A BUNDLE.

Chester is three years old.

He is the boy who was done

up in a paper bundle.
When his mamma got ready

to move from their city home
to their summer cottage on |

the seashore in June, Chester
He could

not remember being there last

was eager to go.

summer because he was such
a baby then, but he thought
he was a big boy this sum-
mer, and could have a good
time digging in the sand and



sailing his little boat in the
water.

After packing the. trunks
his mamma wrapped up some
pictures and a clock and_het
work-basket in papers to take
to the cottage, and Uncle
Tom helped her. When the
clock and the pictures and
the work-basket were all ready
to go Uncle Tom said t
Chester:

“Now come, my boy, and
let me wrap you up, too.’



A BOY IN

Ee BUN Drs







So Chester lay down on the
goemeres Uinvele Wyo jaunt
sheet of paper around his legs
fand tied it on with a string,
fand then put another around
‘his body and almost over his
vhead and tied that on; and all
this time Chester was just as
still as a mouse.

| Then Uncle Tom laid him
‘on the floor and rolled him
over by the work-basket, and
‘Chester never moved or made
fasound. He knew that the
bundles were going to the
country, and he thought if he
‘Were a bundle he would be
Sure to go too.

But after a while mamma
turned around and saw him,
and she was very much sur:
prised, and she said to Uncle
tori j

“Tom, what are you doing?
you will smother the child;



take those things off him.”
But when Uncle Tom began
to untie him, Chester began to
cry very loud; he was sure he
could not go if the papers
and string were taken off.
Mamma had to tell him that



she was not going to be done
up like a bundle when she
weht, before he would stop
sobbing.





OUR BABIES AT HOME,



SS ONES pena



OUR BABIES IN THE TABLEAU.



WHAT AUNTY LET BROUGHT GILLIS.



WHAT AUNTY LET BROUGHT GILLIS.

When Gillis’ Aunty Let was
visiting in the country some
one gave her three little banties.
One was as white as snow, and
she named it “Faith: the
other two she called « Hope”
and “ Charity.” She brought
the banties home in a little
basket.

_ Aunty Let didn’t know what
to do with them, but Grand-
mamma sent for a man to



“on! WHAT FUN,” SAID TOWSER. BUT—



come and build a little chicken
coop.
Then some one else sent

Ponty leet) ay pretty bany
rooster, and she calls him
“Woctor Fo

At night they all get on to
the roost close together, ina
row, to keep warm. They look
like dovies. Every day Aunty
Let finds dear little banty eggs
in the nest.



“T AM HERE!” SAID BIDDY, WITH A SHARP PECh







A COOL SPOT.



BABY’S STORY.



BABY’S STORY.

Now every one keep very quiet,
For Baby is going to read;
And all to the story may listen,
If they keep very still indeed.

Like a grave little judge he is
sitting,

He looks so sober and wise,
While the page that is open
before him }

He studies with earnest blue
eyes.

All listen, he’s ready to read it.
Can you guess what the



story will be? ,
“Tye the boofullest mamma. I love het.

She loves Baby Paul —and that's me,

Well, that is a very sweet story,
The sweetest that ever was read!
And Baby looks smiling upon us,
As he nods with his grave little head!





BREAKFAST TIME.

BREAKFAST TIME,

The turkeys and the ducks,

The geese and goslings ten,

| Why Bessie with the food

The pigeons and the cows,
The chicks and mother-hen,
Are waiting in the yard

Beside old Grunty’s pen.

Moo-0-0 and quack-quack,

_ Baa-a-a and coo-o,

Gobble-gobble, cluck-cluck-cluck,
And cock-a-doodle-doo-o !

Each one of breakfast talks:
The pigeons beg for peas;
The turkey gobbler says,
“Some corn, Bess, if you
please;”
And each white duck gives
thanks
For every crumb she sees.

Moo-0-0 and guack-guack,
Baa-a-a and coo-o,

Gobble-gobble, cluck-cluck-cluck,
And cock-a-doodle-doo-o!

The rooster for his hens
Is asking, by his crow,

Should be so very slow;
The cows think hay will
come

If Bessie hears them “low.”

Mo0-0-0 and guack-guack,
Baa-a-a and coo-o,

Gobble-gobble, cluck-cluck-cluck,
And cock-a-doodle-doo-o |

The sheep within the fold,
Ba-ba-a, hear them
call!
Hear Dobbin whinny
For oats within his stall!
And Grunty, when he squeals,
Means everything and all!

just

Mo0-00 and quack-guack,
Baa-a-a and coo-o,

Gobble-gobble, cluck-cluck-cluck,
And cock-a-doodle-doo-o !



POLLY PRY AND TODDLEKINS.



POLLY PRY AND DLODDLE KING =I

Sa olly was
There
was no doubt
abouttie tod:
dlekins had
himteds lites
and low, up in

lost!



the garret, down in the cellar,
and out in the garden, and
still no Polly Pry was to be
found! All day Toddlekins
looked and cried, and cried
and looked.

At last, when night came,
there was a ring at the bell,
and in came Eliza, the washer-
woman. She had something
in a basket. ,

“Ts this your bird?” she
said, lifting the cover —and
Toddlekins caught her pre-
cious Polly in her arms!

What do you think that
funny bird had done? She



had crept into the basket of
clothes that were ready fo
and the - washer.

the wash,

woman's little boys had car
and Eliza
the

ried her home,

found

clothes were taken out.

her there when



IT WAS POLLY PRY.

“You funny Polly Pry! }
What will you do next?”
said everybody.





THE COACH OF KING BABY,





BABY S CALLER.

Beeb ome colle Ik,

Our dear little Baby, alone in her chair,
~ Was thinking it time for mamma to be there,
When zz, pat, pat, with each little paw,
Came the smallest “kitty” that ever she saw.



It didn’t purr, and it didn‘









sing,

But it ran around into every:
thing ;

Under the table, then under
a chair,

And nibbled some crumbs that
were lying there.

Baby clapped her hands, and
laughed with glee; |
She said “ Ah-goo!” as sweet

as could be; :
And the brightest eyes that.
pever were made

“aH-GOO!” SAID BABY, Looked up at her, not a bit
AS SWEET AS COULD BE, e
afraid.













It whisked about in the funniest way,
As if ’twere having the merriest play ;
And Baby, she crowed so loud to see,
That mamma said, “Now what can it be?”



THE CUT FINGER.



So she tip-toed in to see the fun,

But .O, dear me! the play it was done;
And the Baby cried, and cried, that day,

For the little mousie that ran away.







THE CUT FINGER.

! wouldn’t cry, darling, Sister will kiss him,
It's only a drop! And then it will stop!





THE SBE bib One Es SUNDAY-SCHOOL.



THE BELLE OF THE SUNDAY-SCHOOL

(Stories About Sweetheart.)

When Sweetheart was not | card, on which was printed
yet three, and sister Hester | verse from the Bible, and
four and a half, they joined | little story paper which |
-he Sunday-school. been given her; then s

Sweetheart was the youngest | gravely told papa that shes
the belle of the Sunday-sch

That made papa laugh,
he asked again what she!



learned.
Then Sweetheart said:
“Vow salt not fy dot
nuts on de Sabba’ Day!”

The next day she was st



ing on papa’s knee, pinch
i

THE YOUNGEST OF HER CLASS,

| his nose and pulling his w
one in her class, and the lady | ers, when suddenly she ash

teacher called her the baby of ePapa, cid od make

the Sunday-school: “Yes,” said papa.
When she came home papa| “ Well,” said Sweetlt

took her in his arms and asked | very decidedly, “ oo hat

her what she had learned. buy ‘oo own coes (clot

She showed him a pretty | didn’t ’00?”













































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































“TET ME TASTE!”











A RHYME FOR BABY’S FINGERS,

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BABY TRIES IT,

A RHYME FOR BABY’S FINGERS.

This little birdie flew away ;
This little bird staid at home all day ;
This little bird caught a blue-bottled fly ;
This little bird found a stalk of rye;

This little bird cried, “Tweet! tweet! tweet !
I can’t find anything to eat.”









A QUEER LITTLE PLAYTHING.



“WILL HE GROW BIG?”



A little boy I know has
such a funny pet! It is a.
small mud-turtle. He brought
it in his pocket in a match-box
all the way from Indiana,
where he had been at school.
It is quite tame and lives in
a big glass globe which his
kind mamma gave him for
his pet. It is growing very
slowly, but the little boy’s
papa tells him that Ze has
seen turtles the size of the
dining-room table, and_ that
frightens the little boy; for
the little boy knows that ¢hex
he will have no dish _ big
enough to hold his pet.



POLLY PRY. AND TODDLEKINS.



- POLLY PRY AND TODDLEKINS.—xX.

LL the Pollies.I | day after day she sang and
know except| Polly listened, until one bright
Polly Pry can | morning, Toddlekins woke up
sing tunes, | to hear’ Polly’s funny hoarse
said Toddle-| voice singing at the sunny.
kins. “Polly | window, all to herself:

Pry must learn| “ Pret-ty, pret-ty Polly Hop
to sing tunes.” — |
So Toddlekins put a cap
on her curly head and took a
ruler in her hand and sat up
ona high stool with mamma’s
old music-book. Polly sat on
her perch and listened with
her head on. one side while

Toddlekins sang “Pretty

Polly blopiits— over and

over again in her sweet little

voice; but never one word did

Polly Pry sing herself. k
“You are a bad bird,” said ee

Toddlekins, “and you ought | kins, how d’ye do-ov, how dye

to have a duncecap! But/do! O, how d’ye ad, pretty

Polly Hopkins!”





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you shall learn it yet!” So







“you TAKE MORE THAN YOUR SHARE, SIR!”



BABY BEE.





BABY BEE.

O what do you think our baby
did, |
Our dear little Baby Bee?
She went steppitty, steppitty,
, steppitty, step,
Till she came to her grand:
papa’s knee.

O what do you think our baby
thought,

Our dear little Baby Bee?
She thought the knee was a
splendid horse;

“T will have a fine ride,” said she.



O where do you think our baby went,
Our. dear little Baby Bee? .

She went galloping, galloping, galloping off,
The beautiful world to see.

O what do you think our baby saw,
Our dear little Baby Bee?

She saw the nurse in a big frilled bib, °
Crumbling bread into milk for tea.



WHAT SCARED KITTY.



O what do you think our baby did shen,
Our dear little Baby Bee?

She came galloping, galloping, galloping hone
And got here in time for tea,



THE WAY KITTY LOOKED,

WHAT SCARED KITTY.

One day Kitty did not come
to her dinner, so I called her.
She answered from under the
corn-crib.

I went to get her, but she
would not comeout. I peeped
in under, and there she sat, with
her tail as big as two Kitty’s
tals; the hair was sticking
straight up on her back, and
her eyes were big and bright,



looking up into the sky. She
growled and growled. I
thought she was having a fit;
but, looking up into the sky too,
I saw a great kite over our
house. That was what scared
Kitty so.

I think she thought it was
the very biggest mouse with
the very longest tail that she

ever had seen.



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WHAT THE ROSE TOLD THEM.
(The Tiptoe Twrns.)

blanket was opening. And
instead of the White Caterpil-
lar there came out a Butterfly.

« She stood on the leaf a mo-
ment, and then spread her wings
and flew away. I hope she
will come back. Good-by,”
said the Rose, “1 must at-
tend to that lazy bud that
should have opened this

















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sont poe morning with its sisters.
ee ce | tee

eS : “ Good-by,”- said the Gul

THE GIRL TWIN LISTENS.

| ) Twin.
“Such a wonderful thing.
has happened,” said the Rose.
The White. Caterpillar has
been sleeping on one of my
green leaves. She was wrap-
ped up in a blanket of white
silk, which she spun herself.



«This moraine, 1 heard a
little sound, and saw that the

ON THE LEAF OF THE ROSE,





BABY’S VICTORY,



‘

HOW SHE CORRECTED SISTER HESTER,



HOW Ss Lik CORRECTED Si SER erode: R.

(Storzes About Sweetheart.)

One day Sister Hester and | curls on one side of her head,

Sweetheart stood at the open
window watching the dancing



“BE A GOO’ GIR’,” SAID SWEETHEART.

leaves, which mamma had told

them were the trees’ babies.
Sweetheart had a fashion of

pulling at the tangle of soft

She was doing this now,
when she heard a noise in one
of the houses down the street.

Some one was playing ona
violin, but Sweetheart did not
know this.

“ Hear de moo cow,” she
said, looking with big, dreamy
eyes at the green trees.

“Why, that isn't a moo
cow, said Sister Hester.

You see, she was almost
two years older, and knew a
great deal more than Sweet-
heart = hat is. a fiddle
Don't you know the diffunce

‘tween a moo cow and a

fiddle ?”

Then Sweetheart said stern-
ly. “ Hater, co hea goo gir,
or I tell ’oo fader !”





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THE HARVESTERS,

IN MICELAND.

“Come,” said Father Mouse, |“ Yes,” said Grandpa Mouse,
“Come,” said Mother Mouse, |“ Yes,” said Grandma Mouse,

“We must fill the house!” “Weill help fill the house!”

With a bag this Mouse, and a basket that Mouse,
And a barrow t’other Mouse, full they filled the house. a

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POLLY PRY AND TODDLEKINS.



POLLY PRY-AND: TODDEEKINS—X],

HEN ~ Toddle-
kins and_ her
mamma went
to the country,
they took Polly
Pie Polls,
did not like the

S = noise. and mo-

tion of the cars, but she liked

the country when she got

there. One day she and Tod-



dlekins took a walk around the

farm. They saw the cows and
the pigs and the chickens, and
at last they stopped at the horse-
trough to rest. There Polly
looked down into the clear water
and saw another Polly looking
up at her.

“Peek-a-boo!”. cried Polly.
“How dedo!” But the water-
Polly did not speak and Polly



Then she flew down at the
other Polly with beak and
claws. S#-lash! Toddlekins
turned around, and there was
Polly Pry struggling in the
water. }

O what a poor, wet, unhappy
Polly she was the rest of the



POLLY PRY SAW ANOTHER POLLY.

Pry felt angry and began to,;day! She never wants to s¢
scream: “Go away! Shoo!” |a water-Polly again!





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FIVE LITTLE PEPPERS MIDW

By MARGARET SIDNEY. 12mo, $1.50.

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When the first “Peppers” book appeared, it was

_ Such a revelation of the happiness growing out of pure,

_ sweet, unselfish family love, even in the midst of trying

and discouraging surroundings, that not only the children

for whom it was primarily intended, but all the elders

who read the book to or with them, were charmed and

enthused. It was simply the magnetism of’a bright,

natural, true-to-life story, never at any time idealized

beyond the possibilities of actual happenings, and yet

having the genuine inspiration which comes of looking

above and beyond the poor, dead level of every-day care

and fret. The simple story did its work: the interest

in it spread like wild-fire, and all over the country families

“were reading this charming record of home life and love

in the midst of poverty and privations. There could

have been few who did not rejoice in the improved for-

tunes of the little Peppers at the end of the book, and

_longsto know more of their history. In fact, the author
was besieged with letters, begging for “more, more.”
pee And so, at last;she wrote the sequel which chronicles the
doings of this jolly family after they went to live with old

Mr. King, their friend and patron, in his big city mansion.
“Five Little Peppers Midway” tells the story of

their life'in the interval between childhood and the

young manhood and maidenhood of the older children, =

and a royally good story it is. The same: loving little Peppers — Polly, Ben,

Davie, Joel, and the universal pet, Phronsie — all reappear in the new story, |
not a bit spoiled by the prosperity that has come to them and their wise and = =

tenderly loved “ Mamsie.” They live in luxury now with the Whitneys and
Kings, among whom are as many more wide-awake children. The story is

‘replete with eaieties, among which are parlor theatricals, in which pet Phronsie

_ covers her Slory as the beautiful princess who is carried off by terrible 4324

« dragons (th= boys). There are some exciting but less agreeable happenings, _

_ too, as when Dick breaks his leg, Phronsie gets lost, a real burglar is secured
by Dick’s heroism, and a sham burglary results disastrously to Joel. a

So the bright side of life has its needed contrast; while beautiful lessons in :

kindness, heroism and unselfish thought for others are skillfully woven into =

the story, and the children are made better as well as happier by the reading.



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“Margaret Sidney stands side by side with Louisa Alcott in fresh, unstilted style, in refined sensibility andin
pure and wholesome depiction of home life among children.” — Journal of Education, : :

“Every page of the book is full of sunshine.” — Desroit Free Press. oy ae
“Little Phronsie will become one of the best loved characters of chifthigy’s fiction.” — Boston Journal.




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FIVE LITTLE PEPPERS GROWN UP.
By MARGARET SIDNEY. 12mo, $1.50.
“Five Little Peppers and How
They Grew” and “ Five Little Pep- —
pers Midway” had gone forth to
delight all children and those who
love children. But these did not
satisfy the vast audience that hang
_ waiting on Margaret Sidney’s writ-
ten words. “And then what?”
“ What happened next?” they cried.
And so the third “ Peppers” book
was written, and now we have “ Five
Little Peppers Grown Up.” It is
almost a pity that they must grow
up, but that is what children do in
real life, and this story can but fol-
low. Even Phronsie is getting to
be a big girl now, though not losing
*— - her childlike innocence and» trust.





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| ful child as at first, winsome and
— lovable beyond most of the children
of fiction, yet not mere goody-good
or mawkishly sentimental. Her nose
is a little “out of joint,” for there is a new baby now to be catered to, a little



King-Fisher, who is nearly spoiled-with pettings. But Phronsie is not sponed, .*

nor Polly either, though everybody conspires to do it. But the mother’s teach- »
ing and their own good sense keep them simple and true. Polly bravely starts
out as music-teacher, and not only succeeds in the technique of her work, but
also in stimulating her young pupils to larger and nobler efforts. Of course

she has hosts of admirers, and. it is a matter of intense interest which one of a cs

her eager lovers the little maiden will accept.
Ben and Jasper begin their business careers, and Joel and Dave are college
students with the usual experiences of young collegians. There are some
graphic descriptions of the book publishing business in whith Jasper engages.
Various new characters are introduced, and the story winds in and out among
them all with that Pais De spaikie of animated life which marks all of Margaret

Sidney’s stories.

She is the same generous, thought- -

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Throughout the book, there is a realization not only of physical growth,

but of the growth of noble character. ‘And yet.there is no preaching, save
what comes indirectly by example; and the young people are bright and-
. rollicking, healthy and hearty, and enjoy life without stint. It is books like
these which inspire and encourage young people to be brave and true, manly.
and womanly in all the-relations of ‘life.

For sale at the bookstores, or sent postpaid, on receipt of price, by
D. LOTHROP COMPANY, Publishers, Boston, Mass.

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THE TARBELLS.

The Tarbell

father

THE BROWNS.

children’s
were away, and
some one was sick, and they
could not reach home until the
day after Christmas, and so

the little Tarbells would have

no Christmas gifts Christmas

morning |
Mr.
had taken the telegram to the
Tarbells, spoke of it at home.
x{O! O! O! now they can't

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Brown, the man who.

have their Christmas presents!
O! O! O!” the little Browns
said at once, and they spoke
about it more than ten times
that evening. “It will be so
hard for Baby Tarbell!”
they said.

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said Dot Brown suddenly,
very joyfully. And she
did tell them what. And
they said they would do it.

Well, it came to pass that on
Christmas morning the three
little Tarbells da have Christ-
mas gifts; but there were three
other children even happier
than the little Tarbells — and
these three very, very, very
happy children were the three
little Browns as they scam- ~
pered back home in the Hoe

Christmas dawn.
A CHRISTMAS GIFT.
a ee eee ee eee

A CHRISTMAS GIFT.

Come, Katie, quick! Oh! come and see
Another gift for you and me; ~

Nurse says it came this morning, too.
Unwrap it, Nurse, let’s see it, do;

Don't make us wait — Oh! what's the use
Of all that flannel —cut it loose,

So we can see it. Will it break?

Oh! I can guess—'tis a big cake:

And half is mine, remember, Kate.

O, hurry, Nurse! don’t make us wait:
No, ’tisn’t cake; what can it be?

A doll—O, my! and not for me

Look, Kate! a creat deal bigger size
Than one you've got. ©, look! its eyes
Can open. Oh! look there, look there!
Ili imeyes its hands, I do declare. |
What is it, Nurse? don’t make us tease —
Do tell us all about it, please;

O, Kate! I know—a _ bran-new sister,
And I’m the very first that kissed her.






























































































































































A GERMAN HOME.— THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS.


“ BEGADDLES.” rs fie
EN a TE OER

“BEGADDLES.”

(Stortes About Sweetheart.)

Sweetheart was always doing
and saying funny things.
One day when Sweetheart

was just beginning to talk,

papa had put her into her little
high-chair at the dinner-table ;
and she said very softly and
smilingly as if she were think-
ing of something pleasant :

“ Begaddles.”

She said

‘times, and neither papa nor

it two or three

mamma could think what she
meant.

But mamma found out the
next day. |

She opened the pan.-
try door, and there sat.
Sweetheart and sister
Hester, one each side of -
the molasses jug, taking turns

at sucking the stopper!



“ Begaddles!” said Sweet-
heart, smacking her lips and
looking very wise at mamma.

That was her way of saying
“molasses.”

Mamma laughed and took
her little daughters to the sink
and washed them.

_ Then she went to hunt up
a new stopper for the molasses
jug; and the new cork was a





very tight stop-
per indeed, and |

“BEGADDLES!”? SAID SWEETHEART.

‘so Sweetheart got no more $s

“begaddles.”
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“a MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU ALL!”


~TEDDY’S KITTY.
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GEDDY Ss Kise ky.

Our Teddy’s Kitty likes to} Her breakfast is of milk, and

mouse : fica
As well as any cat ;

She runs and scampers through
the house,
To catch a naughty rat.



She likes the darkness and the

night, KITTY TAKES A NAP,
Much better than the day ; Says: “Kitty, eat— lap!
And when our Teddy wants a] lap!
light, Then in your pretty cradle-bed

His Kitty runs away. Youd better take a nap.”












CHRISTMAS MORNING.
“SEE MY CHRISTMAS PRESENT!’ — MAMMA'S ARITHMETIC.



“SEE MY CHRISTMAS. PRESENT!” :



MAMMA’S ARITHMETIC.

2 big eyes, soft and blue,

1 sweet mouth with kiss for you,

2 small feet that trot all day,

I queer tongue with much to say,

2 white hands, plump and fair,

1 bright head of golden hair,

1 small nose, a wee bit pug —
Make one dear girl just right to hug.














































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































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On his two little black hind -
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With a bow-wow-wow !

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In spite of all of his pranks,
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To wag his wee tail for “thanks!”
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A CHRISTMAS GIFT,
WHAT THE FIREFLY TOLD THEM.



WHAT THE FIREFLY TOLD THEM.
_ (The Tiptoe Twins.)



ON THE WAY TO STORYLAND.

«You'd better go to Story-
land,” said Nurse, when the
Tiptoe Twins begged for more
stories. 7

« Whatzs Storyland?” asked
Tiny, the girl-twin.

« Why, the land where every
one tells stories,’ said Tony,
the boy-twin. |

“Can we go?” said Tiny.

“Do you know where it 1s?”
Se Or ecours ce weicanamalive
been there with papa. Come!”
said Tony. © |



Tony did know the way; and
the very first person they met
was a Firefly, bright as a spark,
and. he stopped them with a
story to tell.

“What do you think!” said
he “I have seen a funny
thing to-day. The Golden
Robin caught a Firefly friend
of mine, and flew off with him,
and set him in the bottom of
her deep, dark nest, so that the
Baby Robins might havea light
to go to bed
by! What
do you think
of that?”

And away



the laughing
Firefly flew

to tell the funny story to some-

LIGHTING THE NEST. —

body else.
BABY’S KITTY.—A TANGLED TALE.



BABYS KITTY.

This is my kitty, and don’t you think
She's all over furry and black as ink!

When [want her I only just mew!
And she comes as quickly as you

could do.



I try to teach Kitty not to scratch,
And hope she soon will the bad mice catch;
Then mamma can set her cake and cheese,
Where I can reach it when I please!








A TANGLED TALE.

Kinky Winky. and Tiny | Made thema nest in the baby’s
_ Sancley tresses; |
Naughty Knotty and Snarle- | Nobody knows just when or

yow, how.
A TANGLED TALE.





“Please come out,” coaxed | Then Kinky and Tiny cam
gentle Brushkin, ae out in a tremble, ;

| | But not bold Knotty an
Snarleyow.




» A pounce and a pull and a tu
and a tussle,

‘ baby’s brow.
“Enough! enough!” crie
Knotty, “we're going!” |
“Well come back to-morrow,



BABY’S HAIR IS IN A ee called Snarley OW.

“Tangles, here, we never
allow.”

“This is our nest,” cried
Naughty Knotty, |

“We shall stay here always,”
said Snarleyow.

“Though I’ve lost some teeth,”
muttered grim old Comb-
kin,

“T’m able to deal with such
rascals now.” :




WINTER BIRDS,




NAUGHTY BABYKIN.





NAUGHTY BABYKIN.

Go to sleep! Go to sleep! Babykin, go!
Shut up your eyes, and then mother can sew ;
Father will find, when he comes from the town,
Babykin wearing a pretty new gown. |

Go to sleep! Go to sleep!

Babykin, go! :
Now you are ready to frolic and crow— _
Just when I’m busy it always is so!

Go to sleep! Go to sleep!

Naughty Babykin, go! |

Go to sleep! Go tosleep! Babykin, go!
Shut up your eyes, or I never can sew!
Never all ready for supper can make
White loaf or brown loaf, or bonny plum cake.
Go to sleep! Go to sleep!
Babykin, go!
Father will andl when he comes from the town,
Nothing to eat, and no baby’s new gown ;
Then when we want-you to twitter and oe
You will be nodding—it always 1s so!
Go to sleep! Go to sleep!
Naughty Babykin, go! ©






GO 'tO SLEEP! GO TO SLEEP! BABYKIN, GO!
MARJORY’S NEST.



MARJORY'S NEST.

Marjory called it her nest

because she had watched the
birds build it. One day
mamma took Marjory in her
arms, and let her peep between

the vines. Yes, there was the



another peep. This time there
were no blue eggs, but four little
birds, “without any clothes on,”
Marjory said; for they had not
a single feather, and such great
eyes, and such funny wide



THE FIRST. TIME MARJORY LOOKED THE NEST WAS EMPTY.

nest, and oh! so smooth and
soft inside, quite empty.

After a few days Marjory
7 But be-

hold! four blue eggs lay in it.

took another peep.

By and by Marjory took

mouths, which they all opened
with a “ Peep, peep,” when they
heard the vine rustle, that Mar-
jory laughed out loud, and
danced up and down in mam-

ma’s arms with delight.














































A LUNCHEON AT THE BARN,

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MITTENS.





KNITTING FOR THE THREE LITTLE KITTENS.

THE CHRISTMAS MITTENS. |

You remember “ie tale
Of the Three Little Kittens

That were careless at play

And came in with no mittens?

It was early in winter,

And the Three Little Kittens |
Wondered what they should do

In the snow with no-mittens.

So they sat by the fire,
Allthe Three Little Kittens,

And they dozed and they slept

And forgot they’d no mittens.

Then their grandmother said,

“See our Three Little Kittens!

They are stupid, they're dull, :
All because of no mittens!

“ Nowas Christmas is coming
For our Three Little Kittens
I suggest that we knit
Some delightful new mittens f




So the aunts and the grandmy
Of the Three Little Kittens,
O, they knit day and night
On the dear little mittens.

And I certainly hope ‘
That these Three Little Kitten
Will take care not to lose ©
The pretty new mittens.


A HEAVY LOAD.


THE BOASTING KITTEN.



































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































AND ONE AND ALL CAME -CLOSE TO SEE THE SHOW.

THE BOASTING KITTEN.

This tale is of a boasting little kit

Who thought herself a cat of wondrous wit—

I'll tell you how she learned she'd not a bit !

One day, downstairs, she founda house of wire;
“Now this,” said she, “is something to admire !.

I'll step right in, and, if I like, I'll hire.”

.
THE BOASTING KITTEN.



So in she stepped, this cat of great dispatch,
When, szzp/ snap! down went the door and latch —
It was a trap, you know, and made to catch!

A trap for rats, this little house so nice—
O what a joke on her! and in a trice
The joke was known to all the cellar mice.

“The cat is in the trap! she’s caught! oh, ho!”
And one and all came close to see the show;
“She can’t,” they said, “get out at us, you know!”

There in the trap a day and night staid she;
And when the coal-man set her free, said he,
“©, what an idiot this cat must be!”

Poor kit no more made boasts of catching rats,
And modest were her purs and pit-i-pats _

Forever after when with other cats.




POLLY PRY AND TODDLEKINS.



POLLY PRY AND TODDLEKINS.—II.

(OLEY Riv likes
} Toddlekins
pretty well, but
likes best the
Boofer Kitten.
She plays jokes
on them both.
“Kitty, kitty!”
Polly Pry calls from her perch.
In runs the Boofer Kitten.
She thinks Toddlekins wants
her. Then Polly Pry laughs.
Polly! Pret-ty



“ Hooray,
Polly. ¢
One day Toddlekins heard
a sad mewing in the parlor.
“Boofer Kitten must be shut

up in there,” she said, and went

But Boofer

Kitten was nowhere to be seen.

to let her out.

“ Viaow! miaow!”
T oddle-

kins looked around in surprise.

the cry of distress.

Then she ran upstairs and



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there was the Boofer Kitte
fast asleep on his own cushion
“Perhaps it 1s astray cat,



said mamma. “ Look again,
So Toddlekins went dow
and looked and she found Poll

Pry in a corner behind 4 chai





“POLLY, WAS IT you?”

“Polly,” she said very grav

ly, “wasit you?” 3
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“ GIVE US THIS DAY OUR DAILY BREAD!”
HOW THE BABY HID.—LOST.

An



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“vou CAN’T FIND ME!” “THERE YOU ARE!”




: HOW THE BABY HID.



“Shut both your: eyes—you know you must not see!
Now you may look. Ready! You can't find me!” |
Good folk, where do you. think this darling Baby hid
She raised her little parasol—that’s all she did!





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/ Lost.
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week just at dinner | call him he could not be found,
time little Hollis | Mamma had not seen him.
was missing. Susan and Robbie ran all

Nurse had dressed | over the house calling, “ Hollis!
_ him and sent him to | Hollis! where are you, Hollis?’
Mamma’s room to stay a little Every one was alarmed, fot



Te te ee ee
GREAT FUN.



he was such a little fellow they
feared some harm had come to
him. Nurse thought perhaps
he had slipped out of the front
door and run away. |
Mamma went tothecloset for

her bonnet, but when she opened |

the door a little voice piped
up: “Here I am, Mamma.”



“Why, Hollis, what are you
doing here?” said Mamma.

“Hiding,” said Hollis, his
blue eyes dancing with mis-
chief and clapping his little
hands. “A joke, Mamma!”

Mamma kissed her little boy,
but she told him he must never
play that joke again.

GREAT FUN.

Four little girls

All out together !
In boots and cloaks

They don’t care whether
It blows or snows,

Or what’s the weather!

Just one small sled

_ For four asliding!

But they take turns
_ And each goes riding —
They tuck her in, |
_ They set her gliding,



With many a push

They gaily waft her,
Till off she goes!

Then all run after,
To draw her back

With shouts of laughter.
BABY’S BEDTIME.

BABY’S BEDTIME.

Slippetty slip,
Down goes her head ;

F'lippetty flop,
Cover her up;

Peppetty pop,
Eyelids now shut ;

Dear little girl,
Now she lies (etc ==

Smooth out a curl,
Murmur a prayer ;

Make it all dark,



“NOW ONE SWEET KISS.” 7 . Put out the light, |
Huippetty skip, Now one sweet kiss —
Right into bed ; | _. Baby, good-night i

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«Good luck! an umbrella!
It may rain,” he said,
And under a mushroom

The toad hid his head.






























































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































“KING SOLOMON AND THE QUEEN OF SHEBA.”
(From the picture by Sir Arthur Clay, Bart., exhibited at the Royal Academy.)
HOW SHE LEFT



HOW SHE LEFT THE BATH.

(Storzes. About Sweetheart.)

_ When Sweetheart took her
bath she loved to stand up and
jump and splash about in the
tub. One night, after a long
frolic. mamma_ told her she
wanted to take her
daughter. out.

- But Sweetheart would not



listen, and by and by een

you think happened ?

The tub was slippery, and

as Sweetheart was prancing
about her little feet flew right



little

| tell me one,”

THE BATH.

up in the air, and out she went
upon the floor! Oh, how asf
tonished she was! She thought
mamma had taken her outp
“Want to get out myself IF
she said, beginning to cry.

«Well,

yourself,” said mamma smiling

you did get oul

‘Then she put a clean litt
shirt and a clean little night
dress on Sweetheart and sap
down in the by-low chair wit a
her. “Tell a | :

Sweetheart.

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said mamma.

Sweetheart thought for 3
minute: “Well, little Tibbie shq
yun away, an’ her mudder cy!

“Oh, how very sad!” saiff
Then she sang 3
little song, and Sweetheart wai
fast asleep in two minutes.

said

MamMmMa.


THE LITTLE HOUSEKEEPER.
FIVE YEARS OLD.



FIVE YEARS OLD.

Hurrah! I’m five years old to-day,
But brother John is only three;
I can count ten, and I can say
The big and little A, B, C;
But Johnnie cannot read like me.
There is not much that he can do:
He’s ‘fraid of my toboggan slide;
My sled is awful nice and new,
I put him on to take a ride —
Oh! how he screamed and how he cried,
Though I was at his side!



“wt” have a nice new sailor suit,
And wear shirts stiff as they can be;
1 take my toy gun out and shoot
Quite to the top of a tall tree;
But Johnnie he can’t shoot like me.
He’s just a baby—that is all;
He cannot build with blocks, you see,
Nor ride a horse, nor: play at ball —
But then, you know, he’s only three,
And can’t of course do things like me,
For I am five, you see! “ jounntx |”




TRYING TO BE A MAN.
WHAT THE WIND TOLD THEM. .



WHAT THE WIND TOLD THEM.
(The Tiptoe Twins) |







YUFF! puff!” said the Wind, as he ble
in at the door with a slam and a bangf

oe The Tiptoe Twins clapped their hands
over their curls to keep them from blowing away
| SO cuca nnd

” “sucha joke! I was blow-
ing over the Common ina
4 great hurry, when I saw a

cross little boy in black vel-



vet at play with a big kite.
And I caught the kite out of his

hands, and blew it away toa green —,



hill where a sweet little boy in ER Oe SS
patched trousers sat, singing to himself. And I droppeif

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TELLING A SECRET TO BABY,
THE KIND LITTLE GIRL.



COCK—A—DOODLE—DOO AND CUT—-CUT-DAH-CUT.

THE KIND LITTLE GIRL.

A. dear little girl was out walking one day;
With a song and a laugh she went on her way,
And a hop and a skip, as little girls may,

When a turkey all feathers stepped out of a shed,
His eye it was bright, and his comb it was red;
With a gobble-a-gobble he stopped her and said:

“Though a little girl dances and giggles and_ sings,
I hear everywhere she is fond of such things
As gizzards and hearts and wishbones and wings,

And expects to have ‘turkey’—or ‘so they all say—
For her dinner on Christmas and Thanksgiving Day
And I'd like to inquire if it's so, if I may!”


mo THE KIND LITTLE GIRL.
. 2. ee eee —

The little girl blushed; then she laughed as she said,
“It’s summer, dear turkey! put this out of your head!
In summer I live on berries and bread !”

The turkey looked sharp at the dear little lass,
But her smile was so kind he allowed her to pass,

And he said to himself as he nibbled the grass,













“ ARE YOU THE LITTLE GIRL WHO IS SO FOND OF WISHBONES?”

“The summer is long! So I'll try to be gay!
That nice little girl was a comfort to-day,
And I hope that she oft may be going my way!”
POLLY PRY AND TODDLEKINS.



POLLY. PRY AND TODDLEKINS.— IV.

FRIEND of
Toddlekins
came yesterday
tospend theday
with her. Tod-
dlekins was be-

ing dressed in



Lucy sat down
in the parlor to wait. She
was a pretty little girl, with
long fair hair, but not very

brave, as you will see. It was

a warm day, and she sat very

still in the cool, dim. parlor.
Suddenly a voice spoke from
the corner. |
“Tut, tut! Get along! Go
nome!” it said. Lucy jumped
with fright, -
“Tut, tut, tut!” said the

the nursery, so .

her yellow curls. “O, no!
don’t cut them off!” she cried,

“Go home! Get youi hair
cut!” said the voice agait. and
Lucy went! Out of the door
and up the street and home,
she flew. Naughty Polly never

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FRIGHTENED LUCY. —

voice. “Get your hair cut!|told that it was she who sat

Get your hair cut!”

in a dark corner, and scared

Lucy put both hands-up to| poor Lucy away!


CARRYING OFF THE KITTY,
THE CATS LAMENT.



THE CAT’S LAMENT.

Our old cat
On the rug she sat,
And said, “Mew! Mew!

I have something to say to you.



“WEAR ME!”

A poor old mother.

That somehow or other

Has lost as many as four

~ And hasn’t one left to purr
any more?

_* One was gray;

She purred all day,
Was soft as silk,

And as fond of milk:
As you or [—

No! She didn’t die —

“For rolling and tumbling. But, one sad day,
She was nailed in a box and carried away
By a girl who giggled and said, ‘How sweet!’
I shall nevermore see her little black feet!

“T have not one [a
Now, do you not pity

My leave, they didn’t ask it.

“Was a little spot

~ Of gray in the middle —

I saw her put in a basket;

Mew! Mew! Mew!

“ One was black :

But on her back

Of white, with a dot



O, she was hi-diddle-diddle!
A little dear, the first to scratch!
No, she had not her match
THE CATS LAMENT.



“One was yellow; “One was left

iA bright little fellow, | To me bereft —

‘Maltese on his nose My grand maltese!

‘And white on his toes; He was my joy, my pride,
'His ears pricked up, , He had never a spot

‘And his tail curled round, On either side !

‘And he never mistook _ He was so bright, so quick,
‘The milk-pail’s sound. He was so sweet to lick.
‘How he mewed His claws were as sharp |
‘As they bore him off! my pee As my lady’s pin

My golden one ! When he was inclined

‘Is he mewing somewhere yet? To stick them in!

“ He had the keenest ears for a mouse —
He’d have been a blessing in the house!
Those ears were so pink on the inner side, |
And his voice like his mother’s when he cried!
Ah! A bad little lady stole him away

And I haven’t a kit to play with to-day!

I sit alone! a lonely, lonely cat!

I care not for bird, or mouse, or rat |

“Mew — mew! Mew! Mew!
Mew— mew ! 1 mew to you.
Don’t say it is |

Nothing at all to you!

It ought to be!

Just bring my kittens back to me!



fee

“y MEW TO YOU.”
BYE-LOW SONG FOR JOHNNY.

Sec SES TeSe oS

BYE-LOW SONG FOR JOHNNY. ~

What does Bow-wow Dogey

say :
To Johnny, to Johnny?
“Come and play with me to-day,
My little baby bonny!
We'll frolic, Jump, and bark,
From daylight until dark;
~ We'll chase the cats and rats,
And will not that be funny?”

What does Pussy Mew-cat say

To Johnny, to Johnny?

“Come out in the barn to play,

My little baby bonny!

Well catch the fattest NCS,
And eat them in a trice:
Well frisk amid the hay,

So warm, so bright, so sunny.”

What does Buzzy Hum-bee say
To Johnny, to Johnny?
“Come and fly with me away,
My little baby bonny!

Well fill our little sacks,
We'll make some pretty wax:
Then in the rose that glows,
Well dine on dew and honey.’

What does happy Mamma say

To Johnny, to Johnny?

“He has not slept a wink
to-day,

The little baby bonny!

Now safe on Mamma’s lap,

Hell take a quiet nap,

A-rocking slow, while low
I sing ‘ hey, nonny, nonny !’”

Gonn)

fley, nonny, nonny, oh!
My Fohnny, Fohuny, oh!
So bonny, bonny, oh!

O softly here we 20,
A-rocking to and fro,
fley, nonny, nonny, oh!
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UNCLE HAL IS GOING TO PLAY A LIVELY PIECE,
WHERE FLOSSYS DOLLY WAS.



WHERE SE IL@SsvVs DOLE WAS.



“ She's this

nowhere in
world,” said Flossy, after she
had looked everywhere. Then

she remembered something,

“O, Robin, do
you know my Dolly is runned
away?” she asked. So Robin
led the way to the pound
pippin tree; and there, on one
of the branches, sat the lost
dolly. |

“TIT am degusted, Dolly!”
said Flossy. “I put you up
there and then forgot you!
[’ll have to buy a new thinker
for myself! I am de-gusted!”

The robin hurried home to
tell his wife and babies all
about the forgetful little girl
mamma. |

The little girl-mamma took
her child down from among
the wet apple-tree leaves, and
went with her up to the house,

very wise.

and she went down into the or- | and put her in the oven to dry,

chard, where she and Dolly
had played picnic yesterday.
A robin who met her looked

and there she forgot her again!
I will not tell you how dolly



| looked when cook took her out.
THE PONY S FLOWER—BLANKET. — POLLY S DOLLY.



ane NS BOW Bile AN ek i

“Baby,” the pony, belongs

@ a little princess over the sea,



nose name is Wilhelmina.



Sometimes the Queen-mamma
akes a flower-blanket for
Baby ;” it is’silk net stuck all





with flowers and grasses.

ket there was a picture



e of her, and here it ts.



POWIEY S DO@ LI Y-

= What a tale have I to tell!
Once I was a poor dumb-bell,

Now I am a darling dolly!

On the closet shelf I laid,
In the dark I always staid,

And it was not one bit jolly!
Now I have two eyes, a nose,
Lovely hair on my head grows,
Arms I have, and I wear clothes;

Also, everybody knows
I belong to little Polly!

POLLYS DOLLY.
POLLY PRY AND

AMMA,” said
T oddlekins,
“the” Booter
_ Kitten had a
party. Polly
Pry ought to



have a- party
} too.”

“So she ought!” said mam-
ma. “ Whom shall we ask?”

“O,1 know,” said Toddle-.

kins. Sosheand mammawrote

five notes to five little girls and
boys, and the next day Polly Pry |

had a party. ‘Therewere Polly
Hopkins, the gray parrot from
across the street, and Bob the
blackbird, and Jenny the mock-
ing bird, and Dick the canary,
and a little white hen ina basket.

At first the birds were all

very shy, but by and by Polly | of the room, laughing. “Ti
Pry began to talk. “ How-de-
do? How-dedo? How-de-| party is worse than a cat-patl

POLLY PRY AND TODDLEKINS.












TODOLEKING WV,

do?” and that set Polly He
kins talking; and Bob beg
to whistle, and Dick to ti
and Jenny to scream, and fj
little white hen to “ cut-cut-d)
cut,” until the children put th
hands to their ears and rang

SUCH A NOISE!

me!” said mamma, “a !




CHARLIE IS DISCOURAGED.
PNG Gi ACY,

NIGHT-DRESS.

SS Se ee

fNe tal DN

NIGHT-—DRESS.

(Storves About Sweetheart)

Another day Sweetheart was
naughty.

She jumped right up and
down and screamed, because
she wanted to do something
mamma did not wish her to do.



KITTY IS UNKIND tO SWEETHEART.

A pail of water stdod_ be-
hind her on the kitchen floor,
and Sweetheart jumped so high
that when she came down she





lost her balance, and sat down
in the pail of water!

She

more; she was cold and wet.

did not scream any

Mamma thought Sweetheart
had been punished enough, so
she took off her wet clothes
slipped her into a dry night
dress, and put her into the
crib, with Kitty for company.

By and by, Kitty put ott
her sharp claws and _ scratched
Sweetheart’s hand.

«@O, mamma!” she called
« Kitty pwicked me! Her gat
pins in her toes. Come pull
‘em out!” |

Mamma kissed the scratch:
she rubbed vaseline on it, atl
tied a soft linen cloth aroutl
| Sweetheart’s hand, and soon t

was well.
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WHAT THE BEE, TOLD THEM:



Witat> TEP bee, TO Dr? EEN
(The Tiptoe Twens.)

“ Buzz, buzz!” said the Bee
“Don't talk tome. I’m busy. |
have some honey to make for the



2. good little girl who lives in the
Ghia gan eee, brown cottage around the corner.
aoe rou « She has always a little honey

for her supper on Sunday even-
ing. But yesterday, when there
was only one jar left, she car-
; ried it her-
self to poor
old Mother
Blake who is
blind and
loves sweets, jf \ |<

rept ttl ay

and ate. dry
bread for her

own supper.



THE GOOD LITTLE GIRL EATS HER SUPPER.

ts I would never sting a Hetle girl like
that. I shall make her some more honey.
Buzz, buzz! Good-by!” And down he

(eames went, head-foremost, into a lily-cup.



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UP TO MISCHIEF,
Eth ROd sO Pewee S dee Rae @ VE Re,



Te VE OA Ore woe N FLOWERS.

(Storzes About Sweetheart.)














_ Sweetheart’s birthday comes | great surprise. Pointing wi
in the month of January. one finger, she said aloud, bu
The Easter after she was two | quite softly: “CO, mamma! }
years old, papaand mamma took | got on his night-dress!”
Mamma took the little fins
into her own hand, and tol
Sweetheart to keep still; by
although she did not talk am
more, she kept flying about 1
her seat, smiling at a class
boys who were laughing at he
After the children had

ished singing, every girl al

boy received a beautiful Jit



plant in blossom. Sweethe
had one, and sister Hester als

Sweetheart was so_pleast
with hers that she went |

Sweetheart and sister Hester | sleep that night hugging it cle





SWEETHEART IN CHURCH.

to the children’s carol service. | to her breast, and mamma i
When the rector came out | hard work to take it away wh!
Sweetheart looked at him in| she put her baby girl into bé



SO








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BABY BOY AT GRANDPA‘’S,
TWO LITTLE NEW SUITS.



PWO Leb i Em NENVe Se Ts:



THIS IS TEDDIE.

With a new suit too;

Little Teddie, without doubt,
Feels quite grand a-walking out
With his new clothes on;
See him with his head so high,
Little snub nose in the sky,
Walking all alone! |
(What a pity !)

Next behold our little Joe,

ee Teddie’s dearest friend, you know,



THIS IS JOE.

“Pooh; says lic, I’m very fine!
His suit’s ugly —look at mine,
Cock-a-doodle-doo !”
(What a pity !)

“ Boy,” says Teddie, “go away!

I'll not play with you to-day —
I’m almost a man. ~

By your nurse you better stay,

With the babies you can play,
’Tis your safest plan.”

(What a pity !)



Angry Joe—how he brushes
Past poor Ted, and he flushes
Oh, so fiery red!
Then with taunt he’s ready:
“Vou've no pocket, Teddie,
And J have,” is said.
(What a pity!)
THE BIG BRASS BAND.



| That is why this morning bright

| Joe and Teddie have a fight.

“Why are boys so bad ?” :
And those suits — why, they spoiled them,
Tore and pulled, frayed and soiled them ;

— Is it not quite sad?

THE BIG BRASS BAND.

The band is out,
And here they come,
A singer to sing,
A drummer to drum,
And a horn that toots
As only can
The daily bugle
Of the pop-corn man.

What tune do they play?
In truth, not any,
Each tries for himself
A little of many ;
The horn man whistles
She quavers and quakes;
And a good loud pounding
The drummer makes.



A litttle way off

It sounds to me
Like a blue-bird piping
And a bumble-bee ;



HERE THEY COME!

But as long as they think it
Fine and grand,
We may as well call it

A big brass band.
WHAT THE OAK-TREE TOLD THEM.



WHAT THE OAK-TREE TOLD THEM
(The Tiptoe Twens.) |









EAR me,” | pocket, went out into the wood
said Tony, | to gather nuts.
looking up,| “He found some prety
‘ow Mat) aa|saAcCorise en! tie ground, and pil
very big tree this] one in his pocket to tak
ioe enone:

«And dear me,” |“ But on the way the acon
said the oak-tree, | fell through the hole. in tlt
with a soft stir of | boy’s pocket and rolled awa
laughter through | beside the road. And _preti
all its leaves, “what | soon, where the acorn wa
a very little boy | there grew a little plant, at
this is! Listen,” said the oak-! then where the plant wa




ae

tree, “and I will tell you the | there grew a big tree.
tale of the woods, as it was « And that is how I camet
told to me.” Vive thee” )

This is what the oak-tree « And the little boy that lo
told to Tony, the boy twin, | the. acorn?” cried Tony, !
the day he stood under its | boy twin. ' .
wide-spreading branches : Ol that, saids the “4

« A great many years ago a| tree, “was. your own grail
ittle boy with a hole in his | father Tiptoe.”

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A HARD CLIMB FOR PUPPIES.


THE LITTLE POLAR BEAR.



“’M HOMESICK, DON’T you KNOW!”

THE LITTLE POLAR BEAR.

I’m a poor little Bear, They expect great things

And belong to the Show, ~Of the little White Bear-
And I stand here and sulk, O, I know [I am bad,

And it’s naughty, I know. And I do not care!
They wish me to growl Of candy I’m sick,

And-I won't growl at all, Anda cage is not nice—
Nor go to the front I want to go home

Of my cage when they call.| - And sleep on the tce.

They wish me to stand I am just a poor
On my two back feet, Homesick little Bear,
And bow, and shake hands, And I will not growl,
And behave very sweet. | And I do not care!



ee
POLLY PRY. AND TODDLEKINS.



POLLY ERY AND TODDLEKING=— VIL

ee be tu said
Toddlekins.
“Naughty Polly!

you wish to be














punished, do



S Wes
Seay Mk
Sa Cosel
“ve Sele

your * |
She put Polly
into her cage and set the cage
in the closet. That was be-
cause Polly screamed.
Polly liked to scream.
would talk to

while, and then begin to scream

ache

herself for a

so loud that every mone, tan
out of the room. ~Toddlekins
talked to her about it, but Polly
screamed just the same. So
Toddlekins set her in the closet
as soon as she began.

Polly knew that was a pun-
ishment. She would sit on the
closet shelf and say in low
tones to herself, “Polly, why
did you do that? Naughty,





naughty Polly! O, naughty,
bad Polly Pry!” !

Now when Polly begins to
scream, she stops herself and
says, very soltly, “Fut, tut,
Polly!) naugnty “hollyts
Sometimes she goes and gets
into her cage, and then Tod-



“Tyr! TUT!’ SAID TODDLEKINS.

dlekins laughs and says, “ Polly
is punishing herself!”
THE DOLL-MOTHER.



THE DOLL-MOTHER.

Lucy Bell, across the way, Dust and dirt, splash and stain!
Never has a Washing Day. Still I never do complain,

/ love dollies to be clean, For I have my little tub,
Always ready to be seen. And I dearly love to rub..



My dolls like to run and play, Rub and rinse, rub and wring!
That is healthful,.doctors say; Fresh and sweet is everything.
But they often are a sight Every week I wash for five,

As they all come in at night. | Happiest mother that’s alive!






1?

“TOO WARM TO BE DRESSED, MAMMA:
THREE CATS.







aL RE Ge:

Three little cats went out to walk one day,

Their little frolic minds intent on play;

Grimalkin Gray, and Tag, and Tom-To-Tee,

Smart little cats were they — I knew all three!

They had their faults: Grimalkin liked to brag;
The jokes and pranks were always planned by Tag—
These two did all the mischief that was done,

And Tom-To-Tee looked on and saw the fun.

“T’l] be the first cat up this mighty oak!”

Of course it was Grimalkin Gray that spoke;




THREE CATS.



And scrambling up the tree they went, all three,
Grimalkin Gray, then Tag, then Tom-To-Tee.
“You're always first,” said Tag; “no other cat
Can climb or jump like you; we all know that.
I even think that you could jump this brook!”
And Tag gave Tom-To-Tee a funny look.

“Of course I can,” Grimalkin said, “look now!”

And springing off the lofty oak-tree bough
He landed —in the water, head-and-ears,
And naughty Tag and Tom gave him three cheers !
























































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































THE ROGUISH RABBIT.









TR’ NG TO MAKE PUSSY MIND.

THE ROGUISH RABBIT.

Ah! you naughty Rabbit!
See a thing and grab it!
Pray is that the way you do, when







you want a bite?
Come, this isn’t fair, sir,
You should take good care,
sir, A
Not to touch a thing at all
unless it’s yours
by right.




THE GOOSE—MOTHER.


A MOUSE STORY.
POLLY PRY AND TODDLEKINS.



POLLY PRY AND TODDLEKINS.—VIII.

AVNOLLY Pry was
alone. in the
kitchen. It was
a warm day, and
everybody had
gone upstairs to
: Polly sat on her
perch by the window and
flooked out. Pretty soon a
strange woman came up the
path to the back door. She
wore a red skirt, and. she had
ga shawl over her head. She
pwas a gypsy, and had come to
ibeg for something to eat. But
jwhen she saw the house so
ostill, and no one near, and the



silver spoons on the table, she -

crept softly up to the door.

| Then Polly began to scream:
Get out! Get out! What
ilo you want? Go home!
Polly ! Polly Pr-r-ry! I see
you! IT see you! Toddlekins!





Polly wants Toddlekins now!”

How the gypsy jumped!
She thought some one had
seen her trying to steal the
spoons, and she ran away as
fast as she could go. She did
not know that it was a parrot.

“Hoo-ray! hoo-ray!” cried























THE GYPSY AT THE DOOR.

Polly, dancing on her perch.

“What a brave boy be I!”
WILLIAM McELROY’S STORY.



P\VITEL AM Mick EISONeS SS @iRsye

One day Dot sat down be-
fore the grate with her Basy-
LAND in her fat little hand, and
she said, “ Now, mamma, if
you will sit very still I will
read you a story. It is called
“They Hox and the Noster,
and it is written by a little boy
named William McElroy, and
William McElroy is just five
years old.”

This is the story Dot read

to her mamma.

Oite time there was,a. bic,
fat Rooster — oh! he was very
fat, and he lived in a nice

farm-yard. A sly old red Fox |

came into this yard, and he
saw the Rooster, and it made
his mouth water. The Rooster
flew into a tree, flapped his
wings, and said:

“Vou can’t catch me! coo!



coo!” But the Fox was vey
sharp, wand |said, “Poor Mj
Rooster — he can never g¢
down from that high tree!’
Don't you think, that foolist

Rooster hopped right down,

just to show how easy ht



DOT READS THE STORY,

could do it! Of course th
sly old Fox snapped him up
right quick, and ran off to hi
den — oh!

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WHAT HAPPENED IN THE NIGHT.
A BOY IN A BUNDLE,













READY TO GO.

A BOY IN A BUNDLE.

Chester is three years old.

He is the boy who was done

up in a paper bundle.
When his mamma got ready

to move from their city home
to their summer cottage on |

the seashore in June, Chester
He could

not remember being there last

was eager to go.

summer because he was such
a baby then, but he thought
he was a big boy this sum-
mer, and could have a good
time digging in the sand and



sailing his little boat in the
water.

After packing the. trunks
his mamma wrapped up some
pictures and a clock and_het
work-basket in papers to take
to the cottage, and Uncle
Tom helped her. When the
clock and the pictures and
the work-basket were all ready
to go Uncle Tom said t
Chester:

“Now come, my boy, and
let me wrap you up, too.’
A BOY IN

Ee BUN Drs







So Chester lay down on the
goemeres Uinvele Wyo jaunt
sheet of paper around his legs
fand tied it on with a string,
fand then put another around
‘his body and almost over his
vhead and tied that on; and all
this time Chester was just as
still as a mouse.

| Then Uncle Tom laid him
‘on the floor and rolled him
over by the work-basket, and
‘Chester never moved or made
fasound. He knew that the
bundles were going to the
country, and he thought if he
‘Were a bundle he would be
Sure to go too.

But after a while mamma
turned around and saw him,
and she was very much sur:
prised, and she said to Uncle
tori j

“Tom, what are you doing?
you will smother the child;



take those things off him.”
But when Uncle Tom began
to untie him, Chester began to
cry very loud; he was sure he
could not go if the papers
and string were taken off.
Mamma had to tell him that



she was not going to be done
up like a bundle when she
weht, before he would stop
sobbing.





OUR BABIES AT HOME,



SS ONES pena



OUR BABIES IN THE TABLEAU.
WHAT AUNTY LET BROUGHT GILLIS.



WHAT AUNTY LET BROUGHT GILLIS.

When Gillis’ Aunty Let was
visiting in the country some
one gave her three little banties.
One was as white as snow, and
she named it “Faith: the
other two she called « Hope”
and “ Charity.” She brought
the banties home in a little
basket.

_ Aunty Let didn’t know what
to do with them, but Grand-
mamma sent for a man to



“on! WHAT FUN,” SAID TOWSER. BUT—



come and build a little chicken
coop.
Then some one else sent

Ponty leet) ay pretty bany
rooster, and she calls him
“Woctor Fo

At night they all get on to
the roost close together, ina
row, to keep warm. They look
like dovies. Every day Aunty
Let finds dear little banty eggs
in the nest.



“T AM HERE!” SAID BIDDY, WITH A SHARP PECh




A COOL SPOT.
BABY’S STORY.



BABY’S STORY.

Now every one keep very quiet,
For Baby is going to read;
And all to the story may listen,
If they keep very still indeed.

Like a grave little judge he is
sitting,

He looks so sober and wise,
While the page that is open
before him }

He studies with earnest blue
eyes.

All listen, he’s ready to read it.
Can you guess what the



story will be? ,
“Tye the boofullest mamma. I love het.

She loves Baby Paul —and that's me,

Well, that is a very sweet story,
The sweetest that ever was read!
And Baby looks smiling upon us,
As he nods with his grave little head!


BREAKFAST TIME.

BREAKFAST TIME,

The turkeys and the ducks,

The geese and goslings ten,

| Why Bessie with the food

The pigeons and the cows,
The chicks and mother-hen,
Are waiting in the yard

Beside old Grunty’s pen.

Moo-0-0 and quack-quack,

_ Baa-a-a and coo-o,

Gobble-gobble, cluck-cluck-cluck,
And cock-a-doodle-doo-o !

Each one of breakfast talks:
The pigeons beg for peas;
The turkey gobbler says,
“Some corn, Bess, if you
please;”
And each white duck gives
thanks
For every crumb she sees.

Moo-0-0 and guack-guack,
Baa-a-a and coo-o,

Gobble-gobble, cluck-cluck-cluck,
And cock-a-doodle-doo-o!

The rooster for his hens
Is asking, by his crow,

Should be so very slow;
The cows think hay will
come

If Bessie hears them “low.”

Mo0-0-0 and guack-guack,
Baa-a-a and coo-o,

Gobble-gobble, cluck-cluck-cluck,
And cock-a-doodle-doo-o |

The sheep within the fold,
Ba-ba-a, hear them
call!
Hear Dobbin whinny
For oats within his stall!
And Grunty, when he squeals,
Means everything and all!

just

Mo0-00 and quack-guack,
Baa-a-a and coo-o,

Gobble-gobble, cluck-cluck-cluck,
And cock-a-doodle-doo-o !
POLLY PRY AND TODDLEKINS.



POLLY PRY AND DLODDLE KING =I

Sa olly was
There
was no doubt
abouttie tod:
dlekins had
himteds lites
and low, up in

lost!



the garret, down in the cellar,
and out in the garden, and
still no Polly Pry was to be
found! All day Toddlekins
looked and cried, and cried
and looked.

At last, when night came,
there was a ring at the bell,
and in came Eliza, the washer-
woman. She had something
in a basket. ,

“Ts this your bird?” she
said, lifting the cover —and
Toddlekins caught her pre-
cious Polly in her arms!

What do you think that
funny bird had done? She



had crept into the basket of
clothes that were ready fo
and the - washer.

the wash,

woman's little boys had car
and Eliza
the

ried her home,

found

clothes were taken out.

her there when



IT WAS POLLY PRY.

“You funny Polly Pry! }
What will you do next?”
said everybody.


THE COACH OF KING BABY,


BABY S CALLER.

Beeb ome colle Ik,

Our dear little Baby, alone in her chair,
~ Was thinking it time for mamma to be there,
When zz, pat, pat, with each little paw,
Came the smallest “kitty” that ever she saw.



It didn’t purr, and it didn‘









sing,

But it ran around into every:
thing ;

Under the table, then under
a chair,

And nibbled some crumbs that
were lying there.

Baby clapped her hands, and
laughed with glee; |
She said “ Ah-goo!” as sweet

as could be; :
And the brightest eyes that.
pever were made

“aH-GOO!” SAID BABY, Looked up at her, not a bit
AS SWEET AS COULD BE, e
afraid.













It whisked about in the funniest way,
As if ’twere having the merriest play ;
And Baby, she crowed so loud to see,
That mamma said, “Now what can it be?”
THE CUT FINGER.



So she tip-toed in to see the fun,

But .O, dear me! the play it was done;
And the Baby cried, and cried, that day,

For the little mousie that ran away.







THE CUT FINGER.

! wouldn’t cry, darling, Sister will kiss him,
It's only a drop! And then it will stop!


THE SBE bib One Es SUNDAY-SCHOOL.



THE BELLE OF THE SUNDAY-SCHOOL

(Stories About Sweetheart.)

When Sweetheart was not | card, on which was printed
yet three, and sister Hester | verse from the Bible, and
four and a half, they joined | little story paper which |
-he Sunday-school. been given her; then s

Sweetheart was the youngest | gravely told papa that shes
the belle of the Sunday-sch

That made papa laugh,
he asked again what she!



learned.
Then Sweetheart said:
“Vow salt not fy dot
nuts on de Sabba’ Day!”

The next day she was st



ing on papa’s knee, pinch
i

THE YOUNGEST OF HER CLASS,

| his nose and pulling his w
one in her class, and the lady | ers, when suddenly she ash

teacher called her the baby of ePapa, cid od make

the Sunday-school: “Yes,” said papa.
When she came home papa| “ Well,” said Sweetlt

took her in his arms and asked | very decidedly, “ oo hat

her what she had learned. buy ‘oo own coes (clot

She showed him a pretty | didn’t ’00?”










































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































“TET ME TASTE!”








A RHYME FOR BABY’S FINGERS,

i i ey






Zn. S MH





I

BABY TRIES IT,

A RHYME FOR BABY’S FINGERS.

This little birdie flew away ;
This little bird staid at home all day ;
This little bird caught a blue-bottled fly ;
This little bird found a stalk of rye;

This little bird cried, “Tweet! tweet! tweet !
I can’t find anything to eat.”






A QUEER LITTLE PLAYTHING.



“WILL HE GROW BIG?”



A little boy I know has
such a funny pet! It is a.
small mud-turtle. He brought
it in his pocket in a match-box
all the way from Indiana,
where he had been at school.
It is quite tame and lives in
a big glass globe which his
kind mamma gave him for
his pet. It is growing very
slowly, but the little boy’s
papa tells him that Ze has
seen turtles the size of the
dining-room table, and_ that
frightens the little boy; for
the little boy knows that ¢hex
he will have no dish _ big
enough to hold his pet.
POLLY PRY. AND TODDLEKINS.



- POLLY PRY AND TODDLEKINS.—xX.

LL the Pollies.I | day after day she sang and
know except| Polly listened, until one bright
Polly Pry can | morning, Toddlekins woke up
sing tunes, | to hear’ Polly’s funny hoarse
said Toddle-| voice singing at the sunny.
kins. “Polly | window, all to herself:

Pry must learn| “ Pret-ty, pret-ty Polly Hop
to sing tunes.” — |
So Toddlekins put a cap
on her curly head and took a
ruler in her hand and sat up
ona high stool with mamma’s
old music-book. Polly sat on
her perch and listened with
her head on. one side while

Toddlekins sang “Pretty

Polly blopiits— over and

over again in her sweet little

voice; but never one word did

Polly Pry sing herself. k
“You are a bad bird,” said ee

Toddlekins, “and you ought | kins, how d’ye do-ov, how dye

to have a duncecap! But/do! O, how d’ye ad, pretty

Polly Hopkins!”





22



you shall learn it yet!” So




“you TAKE MORE THAN YOUR SHARE, SIR!”
BABY BEE.





BABY BEE.

O what do you think our baby
did, |
Our dear little Baby Bee?
She went steppitty, steppitty,
, steppitty, step,
Till she came to her grand:
papa’s knee.

O what do you think our baby
thought,

Our dear little Baby Bee?
She thought the knee was a
splendid horse;

“T will have a fine ride,” said she.



O where do you think our baby went,
Our. dear little Baby Bee? .

She went galloping, galloping, galloping off,
The beautiful world to see.

O what do you think our baby saw,
Our dear little Baby Bee?

She saw the nurse in a big frilled bib, °
Crumbling bread into milk for tea.
WHAT SCARED KITTY.



O what do you think our baby did shen,
Our dear little Baby Bee?

She came galloping, galloping, galloping hone
And got here in time for tea,



THE WAY KITTY LOOKED,

WHAT SCARED KITTY.

One day Kitty did not come
to her dinner, so I called her.
She answered from under the
corn-crib.

I went to get her, but she
would not comeout. I peeped
in under, and there she sat, with
her tail as big as two Kitty’s
tals; the hair was sticking
straight up on her back, and
her eyes were big and bright,



looking up into the sky. She
growled and growled. I
thought she was having a fit;
but, looking up into the sky too,
I saw a great kite over our
house. That was what scared
Kitty so.

I think she thought it was
the very biggest mouse with
the very longest tail that she

ever had seen.
Witt tht eR@s ra Olm > Iris i



WHAT THE ROSE TOLD THEM.
(The Tiptoe Twrns.)

blanket was opening. And
instead of the White Caterpil-
lar there came out a Butterfly.

« She stood on the leaf a mo-
ment, and then spread her wings
and flew away. I hope she
will come back. Good-by,”
said the Rose, “1 must at-
tend to that lazy bud that
should have opened this

















7 : ; : z i
sont poe morning with its sisters.
ee ce | tee

eS : “ Good-by,”- said the Gul

THE GIRL TWIN LISTENS.

| ) Twin.
“Such a wonderful thing.
has happened,” said the Rose.
The White. Caterpillar has
been sleeping on one of my
green leaves. She was wrap-
ped up in a blanket of white
silk, which she spun herself.



«This moraine, 1 heard a
little sound, and saw that the

ON THE LEAF OF THE ROSE,


BABY’S VICTORY,
‘

HOW SHE CORRECTED SISTER HESTER,



HOW Ss Lik CORRECTED Si SER erode: R.

(Storzes About Sweetheart.)

One day Sister Hester and | curls on one side of her head,

Sweetheart stood at the open
window watching the dancing



“BE A GOO’ GIR’,” SAID SWEETHEART.

leaves, which mamma had told

them were the trees’ babies.
Sweetheart had a fashion of

pulling at the tangle of soft

She was doing this now,
when she heard a noise in one
of the houses down the street.

Some one was playing ona
violin, but Sweetheart did not
know this.

“ Hear de moo cow,” she
said, looking with big, dreamy
eyes at the green trees.

“Why, that isn't a moo
cow, said Sister Hester.

You see, she was almost
two years older, and knew a
great deal more than Sweet-
heart = hat is. a fiddle
Don't you know the diffunce

‘tween a moo cow and a

fiddle ?”

Then Sweetheart said stern-
ly. “ Hater, co hea goo gir,
or I tell ’oo fader !”


IN MICELAND.







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THE HARVESTERS,

IN MICELAND.

“Come,” said Father Mouse, |“ Yes,” said Grandpa Mouse,
“Come,” said Mother Mouse, |“ Yes,” said Grandma Mouse,

“We must fill the house!” “Weill help fill the house!”

With a bag this Mouse, and a basket that Mouse,
And a barrow t’other Mouse, full they filled the house. a

a
POLLY PRY AND TODDLEKINS.



POLLY PRY-AND: TODDEEKINS—X],

HEN ~ Toddle-
kins and_ her
mamma went
to the country,
they took Polly
Pie Polls,
did not like the

S = noise. and mo-

tion of the cars, but she liked

the country when she got

there. One day she and Tod-



dlekins took a walk around the

farm. They saw the cows and
the pigs and the chickens, and
at last they stopped at the horse-
trough to rest. There Polly
looked down into the clear water
and saw another Polly looking
up at her.

“Peek-a-boo!”. cried Polly.
“How dedo!” But the water-
Polly did not speak and Polly



Then she flew down at the
other Polly with beak and
claws. S#-lash! Toddlekins
turned around, and there was
Polly Pry struggling in the
water. }

O what a poor, wet, unhappy
Polly she was the rest of the



POLLY PRY SAW ANOTHER POLLY.

Pry felt angry and began to,;day! She never wants to s¢
scream: “Go away! Shoo!” |a water-Polly again!


, Re i
Wey
SR



LITTLE MISS GOLDENHAIR,
MOLL

AND HER

Gaul







PET MINDS,

MOLL AND HER CAT.

Moll had a cat whose name
Pet was a bad cat.
She would zo¢ come when she
was bid. So Moll put a bell
on Pet's neck that she might
know where Pet was.

was Pet.

One day the kitty was sick.



Then Moll took off the bell,
and put it on a stand by her
bedside; for Moll was. sick
all the time.

Then when Moll would ring

the bell, Pet would come as fast

-as she could and sit by Moll’s
BABY S DESSERT.





sde, and mew and look up in|/so I can see if Pet will mind.”

Moll’s face, as if to say, “ Well,

what do you want of me?”

One day a boy whose name

~ Moll rang the bell and Pet
came quickly.

Then Tom said, “ I like that

was Tom came to see Moll. | cat, for she comes quick when

He said, “Please ring the bell] she is bid. I Ze her, I say.”



BABYS DESSER F-



BABY AND HER NEW DESSERT,

Baby at the dining-table,
Sitting in her wee high
chair,



Saw a ray of golden sunshine
Gilding all the silver there ;

And her eyes were sparkling,
laughing,
As she saw the radiant light.
Soon it fell upon her teaspoon,
And she grasped it with
delight.

To her mouth the baby lifted
The bright spoon, as ito
dine,
Saying, “See! mamma, I've
swallowed
A whole spoonful of sun-
shine!”
POLLY PRY AND TODDLEKINS.



gr OLLyY -Pry did

_? not feel well one
day. = one, sat
on her perch



and would not
fale worse.
“We must send

bird-store, said mamma. “The
kind bird-doctor will make her
well again.”

What a funny place the bird-
store was! There were cana-
ries and. mocking-birds and
doves, cunning white mice,
and rabbits with pink eyes
and longears. Polly liked the
chattering and singing. She
grew well very soon, and Tod-
dlekins and Nurse went to
bring her home.

“Which is your bird, Miss?”

said the man, as Toddlekins| Toddlekins. ‘‘ That is Poll

stood before a row of green| Pry!” And so it was.

POLLY PRY AND TODDEEKINS. x1.



Polly to etme:






x








parrots just alike. And poo
Toddlekins could not tell
What should she do? Sud
denly a familiar voice began t
Sig = chy, pretty bol
Hop-kins, how d’ ye dos
how d’ ye do, Toddlekins ?”

‘Shhat is my Folly! cic















YES, IT WAS POLLY PRY.







THEY ALL FEEL SORRY FOR BLACKIE,


PUSSY WHITES ANSWER. —— LITTLE ROB,



PUSSY WHITE S-ANSWER,

Tell me truly, Pussy White, | All I found was—listen now! —
Whither did you go lastnight? | A little, little,

“T went round the Muiller’s small, small,
house, tiny, tiny,
But I found no rat or mouse. Bow-wow-wow!”

ltt ES INO:

When little Rob was “ one,”
He had but just begun
To try to talk, to play.



A year has passed away,

And little Rob is “two,”

And now what can
he do?

= Too many things to
ROB AT “ONE. tell you here:

He fills our hearts with joy and fear;

He falls and squalls, and crows and grows—



Dear me! how will it be NBS OY,
When little Rob is three? ROB AT “ TWO,”
POLLY PRY AND TODDLEKINS.



POLLY PRY AND TODDLEKINS.—VI.

DEAR old
lady came to
see -foddile
kins’s mamma
one day; it was
Aunty Jones.
Sic eo oll
her bonnet and
put on her cap with its pur-
ple ribbons, and
with her knitting.



sat down
She talked
to Toddlekins while mamma
was busy. Pretty soon 1
came Polly Pry and hopped
up on the back of her chair.

“ Are you pretty well, dear?”
asked Aunty Jones. “Yesm,—
said Toddlekins. And then
she jumped up and cried, “ O
Polly, Polly! stop!” . But she
Polly had caught
Aunty Jones’ pretty cap in her
strong beak, and pulled it off
her head, and now she flew to

in

was too late.



the highest picture-frame with
it, screaming with laughter.

“ Never mind, said the dear
old lady, when her cap was
safely on her head again, “the
poor bird did not know any
better, I am. sure.”



POLLY PLANS MISCHIEF,

Polly screamed, «TJ did! I
did, did, did!” Then Toddle

kins was ashamed of Polly.














































































































































































































































































BREAKFAST IN THE



RARNYARD.

>
WirtAT tebe MOON SOW Eee:



WHAT THE MOON TOLD THEM.
(The Tiptoe Twrns.)

AST night,” said the Moon, “I was shin
ing in at a nursery window where a lady
stood with a Baby in her arms.

“Goo, goo!’ cried the Baby, when he

saw Me,



“ the moon to play with?’ his mother
asked. But when he stretched out his
arms and cried because she would not
take me down from the sky for him, she
set him on the floor and went away.
And when she came back, she brought
a bright new tin pan and laid it in
hiss laps = "Goo,
goo! he ried,
and thought he





was playing with
ie = wndeheted

was, shining away as brightly as evet!

THE BABY THAT WANTED THE MOON.



“Did you ever cry for the moon when
“Goo, Goo!” SAID BABY, you were a baby, ‘Tony Tiptoe?” said the
Moon, and hid her laughing face behind. a cloud.












































































































































































































































THEY WANTED TO GO A-FISHING, BUT LOST THEIR WAY.
THE SWEETEST BABY.







THE SWEETEST BABY.

Whose is the sweetest baby

that ever cooed a coo?
Whose is the dearest cherub

that ever gooed a goo?

Ah, every loving mamma hugs
her darling to her breast,
And says her little baby 1s

sweeter than all the rest!



BABYS BROTHER:

Oh! I am a boy with a little new pocket ;

Give me a penny, a candy stick,
Knife, pencil, matches, string,
Lucky-bone, whistle, tooter,
Gum, chalk, popcorn, pea-shoote

Top, marbles, nails — and please be quick —

I want just lots of everything,
To put in my little new pocket.

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“T BELIEVE YOU CARRIED OFF MY POOR CHILD,’ SAID MRS, HEN TO KITTY,
ON THE BIG STEAMBOAT.



ON fee ee STEAMBOAT.

(Storzes About Sweetheart.)

In the summer Sweetheart
went to Maine on the big steam-
boat. |

Fiitetetie oat col oun ol
Boston Harbor they all went

into the stateroom.

Mamma undressed Sweet- |

heart and put her into the
upper berth, and began to un-
dress Sister Hester.

The=motion of the boat
made Hester very sick.

But Sweetheart curled down
on the pillow, and slept sweetly
all night.

In the morning they all went

up on the hurricane deck.

The first thing Sister Hester |

saw was the great walking beam,
with its shining rods going up
and down.

“QO, mamma!” she said, «I



should think its legs would
ache.”

After a lovely trip up the

+ a? Yj
Whe
Ce
~
.y







SWEETHEART IS PUT TO BED.

Penobscot River, they went
ashore at Bangor, where Auntie
C met them and took them
to her home.
































HELPING THE GARDENER.
BABY ELEPHANT'S HOLIDAY.





PI 2 ae
— (PW Na

PAPA AND MAMMA ELEPHANT MAKE A SWING FOR THEIR LITTLE SON.

\ Se Ny



(EZ

BABY ELEPHANT’S HOLIDAY.

«When you can spell A-n-1-
m-a-l,” said Mamma Elephant,

“you may have a holiday.”

Ole) said Baby Eicon

picking up his alphabet-blocks,
“shat iS avharaawordvimammey

Sous agreed Papa
Elephant; “but “get your
blocks and I will help you.”

¢ ”)
1S,



It took Baby Elephant a
whole week to learn how to
spell A-n-i-m-al. Then Papa
and Mamma Elephant took
They
clasped their trunks together,
and madea swing. Baby iS
it. He was glad he learne

how to spell the hard word.

him for a_ holiday.


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A SUNNY MORNING,



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Wil Ad DEE Sri bie Ol sare Nie



\WihAt ie Shik ROWioy nite ve
(The Tiptoe Twins.)

“Listen!”
said the
Shell. And

Tiny held it

close to her



rosy ear.
« T was ly-
TINY LISTENS. ° °
face tl etre

sand, one day, when a Very
Little Boy came down to the
He had a lit
tle boat with a white sail, and
: he pushed. it

out on the

beach to play.

water and
laughed to

See. it. toss





up and down









onthe waves.
But when it
went further and further away,

THE VERY LITTLE BOY.

he began to be frightened.

“ he called, arid a great tear}
rolled down his cheek. Then!
a big Wave caught the lit
tle boat, and tossed it up on}
the sand, close to his feet. }



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“COME BACK, LITTLE BOAT,” HE CALLED.

«« Thank you, kind Wave! |
he cried, and ran away home
with his boat.

“That's all!” said the Shel
“ Good-by !”

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THE LITTLE BOY THAT WENT INTO THE WOODS.
AUIE Jiale, SIS elOinis,

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Aa Ee ao AS One.

(Storees About Sweetheart.)

Betore ) Sweethearts scame
home, she went to Rockland,
to visit mamma's cousins.

It was alovely place. There
was a big pasture, where ox-
eyed daisies, wild roses and
buttercups grew, and dainty
little bluebells.

There was a pretty beach
they found

pebbles, tiny shells, and such

where smooth
lots and lots of rockweed —
like great bunches of queer
fruit. |

Mamma used to go down
on the shore with the children,
and dig little wells and build
sand houses.

Then they would wait until
the tide came up and filled the
wells and the

Swept away

houses.





One day when the tide was
coming in, Sweetheart saw a
round red stone that she wanted,
so she went down on the wet

sand to secure her treasure.

As she picked it up a great
v4



1
stig
a
IN THE BIG PASTURE,

wave came rolling in after her.

Oh! how she scampered
back to mamma, and_ how
mamma laughed !

Sweetheart was sor y when
the visit came to an eid.


A DAY IN THE WOODS.














































































EARLY BREAKFAST.

AN
HOW THEY SLEEP.



EON EEE Ys SIE ir.

Some things go to sleep
In such a funny way:
Little birds stand on one leg
And tuck their heads away;

Chickens do the same,
Standing on their perch;

Little mice lie soft and still
As if they were in church;

Kittens curl up close |
In such a funny ball ;
Horses hang their sleepy heads
And stand still in a stall;

Sometimes dogs stretch out,
Or curl up in a heap;

Cows lie down upon their sides
When they would goto sleep.

But little babies dear
Are snugly tucked in beds,
Warm with blankets, all so soft,
And pillows for their heads.

Bird and beast and babe—I wonder which of all

Dream the dearest dreams that down from dreamland fall!


POLLY PRY AND TODDLEKINS.

Age eR S yt ean a ONE UG SR geese

POLLY SPRY AND St@® Dl SksIN S111

7 ANT a cracker!
| leobiy wen



crack—crack—
crack — crack-
Cri shouts
Polly ten times
But
there are things
Polly likes better than crack-
ers. She is fond of bread
and coffee, and at dinner she

sits on the back of Toddle-

kins’ high-chair, and expects

amnday,

a bit of sweet-potato or corn
from Toddlekins’ little silver
fork, at which she screams with
Joy.

had poured a cup of coffee,

This morning Mamma

and left it on the table to cool |

for

breakfast. But
greedy Polly could not wait.

Polly’s



screaming poor Polly made!

Polly would not eat her
breakfast, and sat on her perch,
and: cried “Go away! Scat!
Get along with you!” when
Toddlekins came to comfort

her. Polly will not be ina



POLLY AND TODDLEKINS AT BREAKFAST.

She flew to the table and put hurry for her coffee to-morrow.
her beak in the hot cup. What] I think that Polly got a lesson
a choking and sputtering and| which she will remember.






































































THE LITTLE SKETCH-ARTIST,
WHAT THE RAIN TOLD THEM.



Wau? 4s, ONIN TPONLID) ISUSML
(The Tiptoe Twins.)

PLASH! A big drop fell on Tiny’s hand, |

5 and another rolled down Tony’s cheek like a}
tear. Then patter, patter, down they came,|
thick and fast. :
« Ho, ho! z laughed the Rain. “You dont}

like me very much, you



Tiptoe Twins! But down the road lives
a little girl, named Bella, who has a
garden full of flowers — daisies and
roses and pansies and pinks. Oh! how





thirsty they were. “‘ Water, please,




the little flowers said, but Bella did not “\
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‘came and gave them we ere
a drink all around, IT Ee gmatugiai
and) tiey.. lifted up '
their pretty faces to say, ‘ Thank you! |
And the little girl laughed for joy to see themg
S look so bright. |
“sono!” sap tHe ran. «FT, ho!” laughed the Rain, “ some ones
loves me, after all.- Little Bella, hurry! hurry! Up with}
your umbrella!” |

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FOR THANKSGIVING DAY.

oy

CARLO LOOK NICK

MAKING
SHE TEACHES

PANEL JAN EJS S SOU,

SHE PRACHES PAPA A LESSON:

(Storzes About Sweetheart.)

Sweetheart liked to get Sis-
ter Hester’s things, but she did
not like to put them back; and

Sister bilester olten cot ont
of patience with Sweetheart.

In fact they all were vexed
with her at times, because of
her little meddlesome ways.

One day she dropped some
blocks of wood into papa’s
rubber boots, and papa coming
in in a hurry to change his
boots, stamped his foot hard on
the blocks and they hurt him.

“Sweetheart, he said, “you
must stop putting your play-
things into my boots.”

Sweetheart began to tug at
her curls, and to pucker up her
lips, while two big tears rolled
slowly down her cheeks.

“ Now papa has broken you

all up, hasnt le?

papa.
Sweetheart flewto Grandma,

laughed

crying, “ Papa's boke me all to



HIDING THE BLOCKS.

pieces! Get de goo (glue) kick

(quick), an’ men’ me!”



Mamma said it was a good
lesson for papa not to talk in
this way to his baby.












































































































































































































BABY AND MAMMA AND AUNTIE,
THREE BOYS.

































TRE BO Yes:

Once there were three boys.| The Great Big Boy went t
One was a Great Big Boy, and} school and said his lessons ou
one was a Middle-sized Boy,|of a great big book; and th
and one was a Little Wee Boy.| Middle-sized Boy stayed 4
THREE BOYS.

home and said his lessons to
‘mamma out of a middle-sized
book; and the Little Wee Boy
sat in Grandma's lap and saw.
pictures in a little wee book.

And the Great Big Boy
wore great big black stockings,
and the Middle-sized Boy wore
middle-sized blue — stockings,
and the Little Wee Boy wore
little wee red. stockings.

The night before Christmas
the Great Big Boy hung up his
great big black stocking, and
the Middle-sized Boy hung up
his middle-sized blue stocking,
and the Little Wee Boy hung
up his little wee red stocking.

In the morning, before the

sun was up, they jumped out of

bed and ran to see what Santa
Claus had brought. And the
Great Big Boy found his great
big black stocking full of
oranges and candy, and under
it there was a great big rocking-

And the Middle-sized

horse.



Boy found his middle-sized
blue stocking full of oranges
and candy, and under it there
was a middlesized drum.
Pa Cmet ic mame ittlemn\\ Ce mesoN,
found his little wee red stock-
ing full of oranges and candy,
and under it there was a little
wee carriage made of tin.

And the Great Big Boy
shouted, “O, jolly!” and got on
the horse and rocked away as
hard as he could. And the.
Middle-sized Boy shouted, “O,
jolly!” and took the drum and
beat on it as hard as he could.
And the Little Wee Boy
shouted, “O, jolly!” and drew
the tin carriage round the room
asiiast as he could: And ein
less than two minutes the house
was full of Merry Christmas!


POLLY PRY AND TODDLEKINS.



OEIC RIRIRY AUINGD)



OID DIGI IOIN S

{ @_ was asleep in
her little white
bed. The sun
tried to peep
into her closed
CVes une uclOclk
struck six very
loud, a big fly buzzed in her
ear, and mamma came and
called, but still Toddlekins
did not wake up. Then a
queer, cracked voice began to
speak to Toddlekins.

vlullol Wit said Poddle:
kins opened one eye.

“Hullo! How de do, dear?
Good-morning !— morning !”

Both Toddlekins’ eyes flew
wide open, and she sat up and
looked around. That was not
mamma’s voice!

“Pretty Polly!” said the
voice softly,



Polly Pry)



POD DiELkGEINS lr

Pret-ty Poll! O-look-at-Poll!”
Then Toddlekins saw what
Perched on the foot
of her bed, sat a parrot with
green and red feathers.
aie ei bole said

Mamma.

it was.

“Polly, this is your
little mistress, Toddlekins!”



POLLY. PRY SAYS ‘*GOOD-MORNING!”

OAS

winking

ha!” laughed Polly,
at her, “ha! ha! ha!”




THE RABBITS’ BREAKFAST.
WHAT THE BLACKBEKRY-VINE TOLD THEM.



WHAT THE BLACK BERRY-VINE TOLD THE
(Lhe Tiptoe Twins.)

the Vine. “They did not want +6
bring little Ben. He was too smal
they said, and would scratch his hand§
with the briers and cry, and it would
be more fun without him. But Dora
took his hand. :

| “Fle shall go with me, she said
“and I will take care of him.’ : |

—



“They worked busily all the morning, and when lunch-timeé
came, their pails were full.

“«Flow many have you ?’
they called, laughing, to little
Ben. And when they looked,
he had as many as the rest.

“But there were only a few
berries in Dora’s basket, for the
kind little sister had poured all
hers into Ben’s pail.



?
THE GOOD LITTLE SISTER FILLS BEN 'S PALL

“ Next time,” said the Vine, “I shall save my biggest 4 d
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A PRETTY SIGHT.
THE MORNING-GLORY RING.

THE MORNING-GLORY RING.

(Storzes About Sweetheart.)

Sweetheart and Sister Hes-

ter had each a carnelian ring,
but after a while Sweetheart
missed hers.

She looked in all the places
she could think, but mamma
said she must have lost it run-
ning on the beach.

One day after dinner papa
opened the outside door and
called: Hester,

Sweetheart! Come here!”

« Mamma,

5o they all ran out upon
the side porch.

Papa was kneeling on the
ground by the morning-glory
ped, and sthere ona branch on
one little plant hung the lost
ring.

Sweetheart had dropped her
ring when she helped papa
plant the morning-glory seeds ;

and when the seeds sprouted,
the little plant lifted the ring
on its shoulder and was climb-
ing up with it to Sweetheart’s
very door as fast as it could.



RUNNING ON THE BEACH.

SO. jovi 2 enteu Sweet:
heart.

Then she kissed the dear |
little red ring and put it on
her finger, and said she would

never take it off again.








CHRISTMAS MORNING,


DECEMBER DAYS. —~ A SHIPWRECK.



DECEMBER DAYS.

Merry little Days are we,
Making music, making glee:

Ho! ho! the Christmas.

Little Days to clear the way
For the mighty Christmas Day:
Ho! ho! the Christmas.

Children smile as we go by,



a Wishing we would faster fly:
. \ Ho! ho! the Christmas.

Little Days, we wing and sing,
In the Christmas Day we bring:
Ho! ho! the Christmas.

DECEMBER DAYS,

A SHIPWRECK.

A dash—and a splash —
A rinse—and a rub —
You sailors! ahoy!
Don’t rock the bath-tub !
You sailors! ahoy!
There—tip—goes the boat—
And the nursery floor
Is all afloat! YOU SAILORS! AHOY!














































































BABY GOES INTO DOG ROVER’S HOUSE,
NEIGHBOR BABIES.



NEIGHBOR BABIES. .

These two babies are growing so fast,

Their mammas fear they will not last;



THE NEIGHBOR BABIES VISIT TOGETHER,

' That soon, in place: of these neighbors small
Will be seen a boy and a girl quite tall.
But what say Jamie, Josie and Bess?

“That is what babies are for, I guess.”


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LETTING THE CANARY GO, ,

WHAT THE SPARROW TOLD THEM.
(The Fi tptoe Ti wins.)

“T saw a little girl open a
cage door, this
morning,” said
the Sparrow,
“and out flew
the canary, far






up in the sky.
The little girl

went away cry-

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the bird grew hungry, and down
he flew again, and hopped into
the cage where his seed-cup was.
And when the little girl came
back, there he sat on his perch.

“ Now think of a bird that
would rather live in a cage than
Dear, dear,’

said the Sparrow, “there are

out in the trees.

strange things in this world!”






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BABY’s FIRST NAP IN THE NEW CRADLE,
IF 1 WAS THE BABY,



[Po WAS PEE Pe y.

Said pretty Miss Dottie of
ives = |
When little girls wanted to
play, I would be
The very best baby alive.
I wouldn't keep crying an’
making a noise
‘Cause I couldn’t have
Dottie’s new cup,
An’ I wouldn't be naughty an’
scatter my: toys;





THE BABY, | Just to make little girls pick
If I was the baby,.and Baby} them up — 3
was me, If I was the baby myself.





‘“ MERRY CHRISTMAS, BABY!” SAY THE THREE.


















































































































































































COMPANY TRY.— LOYAL VOLUNTEEKS.
ION Stellan WCAIO)a, MEINE S:,



HOW Sis MADE Pls.

(Storzes About Sweetheart.)

helping
dough-

Grandmamma would cut

Sweetheart was

Grandmamma make
nuts.

out some round cakes, and then



SWEETHEART HELPS GRANDMAMMA.

Sweetheart, with a smaller
cutter, would make a hole as
near the middle of each cake
as she could; but most of the
holes were nearer one side than
the middle, and at last Sweet-

heart said :

“J

cross-eyed ones, Grandmamma;

cant ‘make any only
guess lll- make: a pie tor
Harvey.”

Hlatvey was a little trend
who lived in the next house.

He was quite a big boy, and

Sweetheart thought a good
deal of him. |
- Grandmamma gave her a |
bit of dough, her little rolling |
pin, and a wee tin dish about |
as big as a silver dollar, and
Sweetheart made a pie.

It was rather dirty and very
hard after it was baked, but
Sweetheart eyed it with great
satisfaction. |

It looked so good to her
that she finally ate it, and then
cried because she had eaten

Harvey's pie.














































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































“Isn’y HEK FACE SWEET???
AN “UNREASONABLE” -BABY.



AN “UNREASONABEER. BABY.

Mamma said Baby might
go out of doors if Jane would
not leave him.

But Baby wanted the flowers
down in the garden.

‘Geporen!he-
o QeWixas ROS BS

Pretty soon Baby screamed.
Mamma and Jane came run-
The big hog
had broken out of the pen.

ning to him.

He wanted Baby’s cherries.
“Oh! what.a shame,” said



OH! WHAT A SHAME,

cant get them,” said Jane.
Get, get, seried, Baby. "You
are unreasonable,” said Jane,
putting some cherries in his hat,
and hurrying to the garden.

Jane, giving Baby the flowers.

“Poor Baby,’ mamma said,
“YT do not blame you, Jane;
Bring

him right into the house now.”

Baby was unreasonable.


















































































































































































































































































































































































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AND HIS SISTER CELEBRATE ON THE BEACH.



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AWASUAVIE IRIBUS, “SiPIUDIa sR IO uLIO) Wau,
(The Tiptoe Twins.)

in the rose-vine,’ said
the Spider, “and the
Little
ing patchwork on the
= deorstep, ler thread
knotted and her needle broke,

Girl was sew:



and) Wer cyes were tll ol
teats cant cor. sie
Chic =| eames leeanit

“Then her mother came, and

bade her look up at me. Now



THE LITTLE GIRL’S WORK.

every time I spun a nice, silky
thread, and tried to fasten it
from one branch to another,
the wind blew and tore it away.

“This happened many times,
but at last I made one that did

WAS spinning a web |



not break, and fastened it close,
and spun other threads to join
it. Then the mother smiled.
“‘\Viata patient colder,
she said. :
“ The Little Girl smiled too,
and took up her work. And



haan Suva

cup tirana ile

SEWING PATCHWORK.

when the sun went down, there
was a beautiful web in the rose-
vine, and a square of beautifu!
patchwork on the step.”


LOUIS.
GETTING READY FOR CHRISTMAS.

GETTING READY - FOR CHRISTMAS.

(Storzes About Sweetheart.)

Christmas eve Sweetheart
and Sister Hester went to the
carol service at the church.

After the service they had
a supper, and then some of
the children spoke pieces and
_ sang little songs.

Sweetheart had a piece to
speak.
thas stockings.

How the people laughed
and clapped their hands when
she finished !

Then

funny thing.

did a
She turned her

back to the audience, put her

Sweetheart

hands on her knees, and stooped

over to look at the lower
branches of the Christmas-tree.
It was not very polite. Mam-
ma turned her little daughter

right about, and then Sweet-

pretty book.



It was about Christ-

heart remembered, and threw

a kiss to the smiling faces.
After this each child was

given a bag of candy and a

Then Sweet-



SWEETHEART REMEMBERED,

heart and Sister Hester came
home, and hung their stockings
under the sitting-room mantel-
piece and went to bed.




PHYSICIANS IN COUNSEL.
BABY-TENDERS.

BABY-EENDERS.

In parts of France where the mothers must go in

the fields to work as the fathers do, they make wooden

frames to put: the babies in while they are
i away. In warm, pleasant weather
























J about, or she can stand still
and rest, and look at the
birds and butterflies. You

can see in the picture another



rounp anp rounn. kind of baby-tender, and how
2 “restless, little boy may be kept cute of
mischief when he is left alone. These baby-
tenders keep the babies safe, but how glad

they must be to cuddle in their mothers’

the great back-post is set firmly
in the ground, and when the
_i\\ wooden circle is unclasped and
| \\ the baby is put in, she can trot
\ around ina little ring on the
Ofass, and play ome Of
these baby-tenders are more oe
comfortable; a soft CANNOT FALE.

wide cloth band holds the baby

up on her feet, and she can step





FOR RESTLESS BABIES.

laps at night!


































































































































STITCH BY STITCH.
WHAT THE SNOWFLAKE TOLD THEM.



Wits T THE SNOW PEAKE ORD Tai.
(The Tiptoe Tweis.) |

ALLOO!” said
the Snowflake,
dropping sud-
denly at Tony's
feet.
not tell a very

1 ean



2s ~ long story, for
I shall melt away before it
is done.

‘Alot or us have been up

there in the sky together, wait-

imo 10r. a enatice {0 come

Now

here we are.

down.

“Some of
brothers
will go into the

my

‘big — snowball

the children are =

THE BIG SNOWBALL.

rolling in the
schoolyard. = Some, of- them

will make a nice slide for little





Mary and her new sled. Some —
will fit the chimneys and _ gate-
posts with pretty white caps,
and a great many will fold
themselves over the flowers
that

asleep sim

are

the ground,
ade keep
them warm

till they

wake up in



GOING HOME,

the spring.
‘by the way, isit it about
time for you Tiptoe Twins to
go home and go to’ sleep
too? I believe it is, so good-
Dyas |
And the Snowflake melted
away just-as Tiny and Tony
turned round and started for —
home.
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MARY: RIDGE Ys Wir

MARY RIDGELY WHITE.

Little Mary Ridgely White
is just two years old. Shecan
walkeand talk, She callsetne
cow “ Moo,’ and tells Nurse
she wants to “go see Moo.”

One fine summer morning
her nurse carried her out in
the yard to see the Jersey cow



“T WANT TO SEE MOO!”

fed and milked. Mary Ridgely
White put her tiny hand on
the Moo’s side and_ stroked
the soft hair. The cow did
not move, but stood quite still
as the baby stroked her side.



Then the baby grew bolder,

and took hold of Moo’s tail,
and stroked it with her white
little. hand and said, “Pretty
Moo! pretty Moo!”
~ And what do you think the
cow did? She turned her head
and looked at the little girl a
long time, and then licked
her forehead, in the same way
she licked her own little calf.
The baby smiled and said,
“Pretty Moo! pretty Moo!” —
And so Mary Ridgely
White and the Moo are the
best of friends, and every fine
morning they have a visit to-
gether, and when it snows and
rains so that Mary Ridgely
White cannot pay her visit to
the cow, she sits in her little
crib and says, “Mamma, I
want to see Moo, pretty Moo.”






MY SWEET LITTLE NEIGHBOR BESSIE.


THE TWINS.





































i EN ENS.

This little twin, and ¢hzs little twin — the little twins two —
No one that we know can tell them apart, and wha¢ shall we do! |
Anna this little dear is, and zhi little dear is ee

You see that we've named them as different as any one can —.
But if we say “ Ann,” or say “ Anna,” they do¢/ look so droll,
And éo¢h pair of eyes like diamonds shine, and black as a coal!
There's just ove way to tell them apart — I leave it to you —
This little twin must wear pink, and ¢his little twin wear blue!








SPRING-TIME,
THE KITS THAT WENT A-MAYING.



ee WES: 7 EAT WE Nel A-MAYING.

“Be good chil-

dren, and stay in

I comeback,”



said Mamma

MAMMA KIT.

Kit, who was taking a cup of
fresh catnip tea to Mrs. .Tab-
by, her sick neighbor.

But no sooner was Mamma
Kit out of sight, than the three
naughty Kits, dressed in their
new spring suits, started to go
a- Maying.

They walked along until they



IN THEIR NEW SPRING SUITS.

came to the house where the
three little Maids who were

the house until |

kind to the three little Kits
lived. ,

The three little Maids ran
to the window when they heard
the door-bell ring.

“We want to go a-Maying
in your woods,” said the three
naughty Kits.

«The May-flowers have not



AT THE DOOR OF THE THREE LITTLE MAIDS,

come up in our. woods yet,”
the three little Maids said.
“T think you had better play
‘Lady come to Tea’ out in
the stable chamber.”

The three little Maids car-


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PUSSY WHI






es CHE Kits TAT ower Aa MAVING,



_ ried out their table and pretty

plishes, sand the ihnree little
Kits forgot that
naughty.

they were

By and by dog ‘Towser
Dog Towser did

not like to have company come

came out.

into his room.

Then the three naughty Kits
remembered what Mamma Kit
told them. | |

They were sorry that they
had come a-Maying.

When the three kind little
Maids heard dog ‘Towser bark,
they ran out to see what was
the matter.

They picked up all
“=.ccty playthings. Then the
three kind little Maids went
home with the three naughty

Kats:

They found Mamma Kit-

crying.
« Mrs. Tabby is worse,” said
Mamma Kit, “but I am cry-

their



ing because my children are
naughty.” |
Mie" three Wite cited toe:
They were sorry that they had
been naughty. |
They kissed Mamma Kit,

and promised her they would

not be naughty again.
Mamma Kit forgave her



THEY REMEMBERED THEY WERE NAUGHTY.

three naughty Kits, and the
three kind little Maids were

glad.


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Ribbon-tied, 24mo, Io illustrations, 25 cents.
A heart poem for young girls.







At the Bookstores, or sent postpaid, by the Publishers.
D. LOTHROP COMPANY, BOSTO: *,



Hester.

And other New England Stories. 12mo, $1.25.

“ As studies of New England life these stories are noticeable for
the faithfulness of their local coior and the naturalness of their
narration.” — Christian Union.

So As By Fire. -
12m, illustrated, $1.25.

“The title indicates the teaching of this entertaining story.
The characters are very interesting, showing how much love in its
depth and simplicity can do.” — Presbyterian Journal.

A New Departure for Girls.

12mo, illustrated, cloth, 75 cents.

It opens up a new field for women.

“‘When such books appear from the press, we are justified: in
clapping our hands for joy.” — Gosfel Banner, Augusta.

Five Little Peppers

And How They Grew.
4to, illustrated, boards, 25 cents. :

‘ Of all books for juvenile readers not one possesses more of the
peculiar qualities which go to make up a perfect story.’? — Boston
Trauscripi.

Half Year at Bronckton.

12mo, illustrated, $1.25,

fe story of the haps and mishaps of life at a boy’s boarding
school, s

The Little Red Shop.

12m0o, illustrated, cloth, $1.00.

“One of the brightest and breeziest stories for boys and girls
that has been published for manya month.” — Boston Transcript.

What the Seven Did.

Or, the Doings of the Wordsworth Club. Square
8vo, illustrated, boards, $1.75; cloth, $2.25.

‘“Charming entertainment for the young folks.” — Christian
Observer, Louisville.

The Minute Man.

Square 12mo, illustrated by Sandham, $1.25; fancy
leather, $1.50. ;

A stirring ballad of the fight that gave birth to the American
Nation, and of ‘the shot heard round the world,” in unique and
beautiful setting. ;

Ballad of the Lost Hare.

4to, outline illustrations, boards, 5o'cents.

_ ‘(A bright little story is here wrought into one of the loveliest
picture books we have met with.” — Children’s New Church
Magazine.

Old Concord:

Her Highways and Byways. Illustrations from
photographs by A. W. Hosmer of Concord, and by
L. J. Bridgman. 8vo, cloth, $2.00.



“Both a practical guide-book to this historic locality ard an

agreeable fireside itinerary.”” — The Nation.

12mo, illustrated, $1.50;












THE POT OF GOLD. By Mary E. Wi-
KINS. Square 12m0o, finely illustrated, $1.50.

_ Sixteen delightful stories. by this favorite author,
written for young people, but fascinating to older readers.
The first ten are in a fanciful vein, and full of quaint
-conceits and delicious fun and humor. Nothing could
be more amusing than “The Christmas Masquerade,”

is ““ Dill,” “The Pumpkin Giant,” and others of this class.

The others are realistic, and give delightful pictures of

_ New England child-lifesin the olden times.

MY LADY LEGEND. By Dr. ALBReKT

SEGERSTEDT. ‘Translated by Anna yon Ry-
dingsvard (Baroness von Proschwitz). 12mo,
$1.25.

Mrs. Rydingsvard has so thoroughly caught the spirit

~ of these dainty “ prose poems,” that they seem to take on

new beauty. Their quaint humor and genial moral hap-
_ pily represent the character of the author, who has been
called the Hans Christian Andersen of Sweden.
“These folk-stories are simple in construction, and
some of them are ideally exquisite in spiritual thought.”
— Phila. [nquirer.

THE STORY OF NEW MEXICO. By

. Horatio O, Lapp, A. M. 8vo, fully illus-

trated, $1.50.

In these stirring annals of an ancient and picturesque
country, with its strange and eventful history, we are
taken out of the prosaic present and dazzled by,a
pageantry of romantic and thriiling episodes, of brave
endeavor and heroic endurance, which give this true
story all the fascination of romance.

LHE STORY OF MASSACHUSETTS,
“Story of the States Series.” By Epwarp
Everett Har. 8vo, fully illustrated, $1.50.
Of all histories of the Old Bay State this is the most

unique and attractive. Dr. Hale has invested the salient

points with all the vigor and originality that make his

writings so delightful, and Wis book, while accurate and
concise, has a picturesque charm.

_ IMMORTAL HOPES. Compiled by Mrs.

*Mary J. C. Foster. Introduction by J. M.
Bucktry, D. D. 24mo, beautifully illus-
trated, cloth, gold and silver die, 50 cents.
Those who are looking for an Easter token, either as a

_ gift or for personal use, will find this dainty volume an

appropriate and charming souvenir. It contains poems

_ which appeal to the heart and give comfort and inspira-
tion, such as “ There is no Death,” “ The Undiscovered
Country,” “Dhere is a land mine eye hath seen,” etc.,
with beautiful full-page illustrations.

FIVE LITTLE PEPPERS GROWWN OP.
By MarcGarer SIDNEY. 12mo, fully illus-
trated, $1.50.

This third volume in the famous “ Peppers ” series is
full of the flow and sparkle of animated life. It intro-
duces all the former characters and various new ones, in
a delightful play of incidents and natural happenings.
Its influence upon young readers is all the more marked
from the entire absence of preaching; and yet, like the
other two, it will draw them irresistibly in the line of
larger thinking and better doing.

STORIES TOLD FOR A PURPOSE.

By ‘“ Pansy.” 12mo, 75 cents.

The latest collection of Pansy’s new short stories, and
very delightful they are. Pansy can put a volume of wis-
dom into a short story, and make it so bright and mag-
netic that the children will all wish it was longer.

THE PARKERSTOWN DELEGATE, By
Grace Livincston, author of “A Chau-
tauqua Idyl,” etc. x12mo, cloth, 50 cents.
Pansy’s niece has inherited the story-telling faculty of

the family, and her stories show much sensibility, with

delicate fancy and touches of humor. Her last one takes
up the grand work of the Christian Endeavor Society,
and is full of pathos and beauty.

THE KALEIDOSCOPE. By C.M. Livinc-

tie

STON and others. 12mo, cloth, 50 cents.

Eleven stories by eleven writers, and all about one
picture. It is astonishing how unlike they are, and yet

how true to the picture and how thoroughly entertaining. ~~

GLIMPSES OF BOVHOOD.
RossENBERG (G. R, Alden).
50 cents.

Anything that is “really and truly” true is especially
attractive to young people, and these bits of actual expe-
rience are extremely entertaining, as well as instructive.

THE EXACT TRUTH. By‘! Pansy.” remo,
50 cents. :

Girls of thirteen and upwards will thoroughly enjoy
this bright girls’ book,’ in which the heroine tells her
story by means of an entertaining diary. The Golden
Texts serve as mottoes, and a suggestive story is con-
nected with each one.

By A. G.
rtzmo, cloth,

GLIMPSES OF GIRLHOOD. By“ Pansy.” ae

12mo, cloth, 50 cents.
There is something delightfully personal in this “ ower-



true tale ” which will please all lovers of Pansy, and seem ~

to bring her very near to them.

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