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ANIMAL LIFE FROM EVERY ZONE.





OUR YOUNG FOLKS

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HOME AND ABROAD:

Illustrated Sketches and Poems
for Young People.

BY

ANNIE D. BELL, CLARA J. DENTON, AMANDA M. DOUGLAS,
PRANK SELDEN, CHAS) i) JEROME, GAURA
Ee RICHARDS, MRS] ASB ACURES.
OLIVER OPTIC, ETC.

ORIGINAL ILLUSTRATIONS.

BY

F. S. CHURCH, EH. GARRETT, A. S COX CUEMER BARNES,
PARKER HAYDEN, H. MOSER, H. PRUETT SHARE,
MISS L. B. HUMPHREY, ETC, ETC,

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EDITED BY

DAPHNBA DALB.

LONDON—NEW YORK—CHICAGO:
W. B. CONKEY COMPANY,
PUBLISHERS.



COPYRIGHT
W. PB. CONKEY COMPANY

1894



Our Young Folks at Home and Abroad



ONE MOURNER

~~

THE KITTENS’ STEPMOTHER.

TurreE are two little girls living nearly a hundred rods apart,
Mamie and Fannie. Each had a nice pet cat. <

Mamie’s cat had three little kittens. When they were about three
weeks old their poor mother was killed by a useless dog. For two
days Mamie fed her kittens with a spoon, and did all she could to
comfort them; but they would cry for their mother.

Fannie’s cat had only one kitten, and it died at once. Then Mamie
took her three motherless kittens down to Fannie’s cat to see if she
would adopt them. She took them at once, and made a great fuss
over them. Then she was allowed to raise them.



THE KITTENS’ STEPMOTHER.

When Mamie thought her kittens were old enough she took aig
three of them home again. But their stepmother would neither cat
nor drink. She cried and looked for the kittens. At last Fannie
carried her cat up to Mamie’s house to see the kittens, Then mother
and kittens were all happy again, and played together as if they had
never been separated.

When the girls saw how much the cat and kittens were attached
to each other they concluded to take Fannie’s cat home again with
only two of the kittens; in a short time bring back one of them, and
later the last one. In this way they thought they could separate
them without any trouble.

Fannie’s cat was not pleased with this plan. She began to look
for and call the third kitten. The next morning, when Mamie went
to feed her one kitten, she could not find it anywhere about the barn
or woodshed. She went down to Fannie’s house, and there she found
her kitten. Sometime in the night Fannie’s cat went to Mamie’s
house, found the kitten, and carried it home. Since that time the
girls have not tried to part the cat and kittens, and they are a happy

family.
MAMIE A. AND FANNIE H,










HAY AILED

Mp
_ WAS ii | Ki
= Ys 5
& “THE BELL.
= Le — Bes Seow See | ee ane a eee
= 3 Ir was the first day of school after a
‘ vacation. The children were playing in the yards.

The teachers sat at their desks waiting for the bell to strike
to call the children to the different rooms. The hands of the
different clocks pointed to a quarter before nine.

The bell was a sort of gong, fastened to the outside of the building,
and the master of the school could ring it by touching a knob in the
wall near his desk. It was now time to call the children into school.
The master pulled the bell and waited. Still the merry shouts
could be heard in the school-yards. Very strange! The









children were so engaged in play that they

could not hear the bell, he thought.
Then he pulled it more vigorously. Any wile
Still the shouts and laughter con- —



tinued.

The master raised his window,
-elapped his hands, and pointed to
the bell.

The children rushed into line
like little soldiers, and waited
for the second signal. The
teacher pulled and pulled,
but there was no sound.
Then he sent a boy to tell
each line to file in, and



WHAT AILED THE BELL.

xe sent another boy for a carpenter to find out if the bell-cord waa
broken.

What do you
think the carpen-
ter found? sparrow had built
its nest inside the
bell, and prevented
the hammer strik~
ing against the bell.
The teacher told
the children what
the trouble was,
and asked if the
nest should be
taken out. There







was a loud chorus
Ore No. sit,
Every day the
four hundred chil-
dren would gather
in the yard and
look up at the nest.
When the little
birds were able te
fly to the trees in
the yard, and ne
longer needed @



nest, one of the
boys climbed on a ladder and cleared away the straw and hay so that

the sound of the bell might call the children from play.
M. A. HALE.



TIPPY, THE FIREMEN’S DOG.

Bw IPPY was a little, black dog, and he lived
at the engine-house, where the great
engines, which. put out the

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fires, were kept.

He was a poor, miserable,
little dog, without a home un-
til the firemen took pity on
him and gave him one.

Dick was one of the horses
that helped to pull the engine. He was very large and black, with
a white spot on his forehead. He and Tippy were fine friends.

When it was cold the little
dog would curl close down by
Dick’s back, and sleep all night,
as warm as could be.

One day, when it was Dick’s
dinner-time, and he was very
hungry, Tippy kept running
into his stall and barking and
biting at his heels. :

Dick did not like it, and he
wanted his dinner so much that
it made him cross. So he put
down his head, took Tippy by the back of the neck, and lifted
him over the side of the low stall, as. much as to say :—

“Tf you won’t go out I will
put you out!”

Tippy soon grew to know what
the engines were for, and when
the fire-bells rang, and the great
horses came from their stalls
. ready to be harnessed to the
engine, he would bark and jump
up and down, and beg to go too.












































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































TIPPY, THE FIREMEN’S DOG.



TIPPY, THE FIREMEN’S DOG.

One day he hid under the driver’s seat, and the firemen did not
gee him, so he went to the fire. -

After that, the instant an alarm sounded, Tippy would spring on
the engine. As it dashed down the street, the bells ringing, the fire-
men shouting, he would bark to iet the people along the way know
he was going to help put out the fire.

Every day the firemen would give Tippy a basket, and a penny to
buy a bone with. He would take the basket in his mouth, and trot
across the street to the butcher’s for the bone. The butcher would
take the penny out, and put a bone in its place, and Tippy would run
home to eat his breakfast.

Once in a while Tippy would be very naughty, and would have to
be punished. Then the firemen would make him sit on a chair for a
long while, until he would promise, by a bark which meant “ Yes,”

that he would be good:
LOUISE THRUSH BROOKS.







NINE LITTLE FOXKS.

Tommy and Bessie, Bert, and even little Caddie, think there is noe
treat like a visit to the Covill Farm. .

They all jumped for joy when, one bright afternoon in early sum-
mer, their papa said : —

“Tam going out past the Covill Farm, and if any little folks want
to go along they may stop there while I do my errands.”

How soon they were all ready! How busy all the little tongues
were, talking over what they would see and do!

“ There'll be lots of little chickens now ; and ducklings, too!”

“Yes ; and we'll see the dear little lambs, and the little calfeys!”

“ And maybe we can go down to the boat-house, and have a row
on the lake!”

But they never dreamed of the funny sight they really saw that
afternoon. Papa set them all down at the gate, and drove on, prom-
ising to come back for them in an hour.

When he came back he tied his horse, and set out to find the little
folks. But in a few moments they saw him, and came rushing across
the yard, all talking at once : —

1?

“OQ papa, come! come and see



NINE LITTLE FOXES.

“Oh, so funny!”

Little two-year-old Caddie was as much excited as the rest ; she
cried : —



“Take my hand, papa! Little piggies shall not bite you! ”

“little piggies,’ indeed! Little foxes they were; and nine of the
cunning creatures. Only think!

The manager of the farm said that something had been killing his
lambs, and he had been on the watch to find out the rascal.

One day, when he was out with his gun, he saw something moving



NINE LITTLE FOXES.

mear an old woodchuck hole; at least, there had been woodchucks
there the year before.

He went nearer, expecting to see a woodchuck again; but there
were these little foxes playing around. The woodchucks must have
burrowed out, and an old fox taken possession of their hole for a
den.

Mr. Nash lay down on the ground to count the funny little things,
and watch them tumbling over each other. Then he tried to stop
up the entrance to their den with his coat, so that he could catch
them. But a tree root lay across the hole in such a way that there
was a place left big enough for the little foxes to get in; and in they
went.

Then Mr. Nash went and called a man to help him. They took
spades and dug into the hole until they found them.

They carried them up to the farm-yard, and put them into a pen.
They were of a tawny color ; and when the children saw them they
were about as large as cats, and as full of play as any kittens.

Mr. Nash said he did not want to kill them, because they were so
eunning. But it was a good thing that he caught them. Just think
how many chickens, and ducks, and geese, and lambs those nine foxes
might have killed, if they had grown up in their den!

MRS. D. P. SANFORD.









OLD SCORES REPAID, OR TRAGEDY REVERSED.

I met a tearful little lass;

She sobbed so hard I could not pass,
I wondered so thereat ; |

“Oh, dry your tears, my pretty child,

Pray tell me why you grieve so wild.”

““ A — mouse — ate — up — my — eat!”





OLD SCORES REPAID, OR FRAGEDY REVERSED.



“A mouse ate up your cat!” I cried,

To think she’d fib quite horrified ;
“Why, how can you say that?”

Her tears afresh began to run,

She sobbed the words out, one by one:

“Tt — was — a — candy — cat!”

S. ISADORE MINER



































HOW SOME SEEDS ARE PLANTED.

Many noble oak-trees are planted by the little squirrel. Running
up the branches, this little animal strips off the acorns, and buries
them in the ground for food in the cold weather ; and when he
goes to hunt them up he does not find all of them. Those he leaves
behind often grow up into great and beautiful trees.

The nuthatch, too, among the birds, is a great planter. After



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HOW SOME SEEDS ARE PLANTED.

twisting off a cluster of beech-nuts this queer little bird carries them.
to some favorite tree, and pegs them into the crevices of the bark in

























































































































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a curious way. How, we cannot tell. After a while they fall to

ithe ground, and there grow into large trees.

Some larger animals are good seed-planters, and have sometimes.
eovered barren countries with trees. It is very singular that animals.
and birds can do so much farm-work, isn’t %? .




MRS. G. HALL.









OUR MAY-DAY AT THE SOUTH.

Dur in the woods we went to-day :
Mamma and Nannie, Freddie and May,

Charlie and I, and good old Tray,

Out in the greenwood to romp and play.
To-day, you know, is the first of May;
And we meant to be so jolly and gay-
And celebrate in so: merry a- way
That we could never. forget this holiday.

So first we chose the loveliest queen,

The dearest and sweetest that ever was seen;

For mamma herself was Her Highness Serene,
And we: crowned her with rosebuds and evergreen.

Then we kneeled around and vowed. to obey.
All the laws-she made, not only to-day,

But all the year through. Then she waved a spray”

Of lilac bloom, and bade us oll be gay.

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BS K : 2 eran

2 Oh the games we played, and ‘the races we nn c
- The bars we leaped, and the prizes we won! —
Oh the shouting, the singing, the laughter and fi aes
na ot ayere hard to tell who was the oe one! ne Ly
Then, rosy and tired, we Sheed around — eer: Le eee
- Our beautiful queen on the mossy ground ; ee
poe The hungriest group in the land, I'll be bound.
As the’ sandwiches, iss and tarts went fod.





"When the sun was icy and. shadows were gray, ee
= _ Down: from her throne stepped our fair Queen of May, =
And through the green fields led homeward our way,

While we gave a sweet thanks for tins beautiful day.

L. A: BG,







BERTIE STORY AND MINE,

“TELL mea story about a bear,
A great big bear who lived in a wood
And ate little children.” ‘“ O, my. dear, -
The bears 1 know of were playful and good,
_ And lived in houses or parks or a pén,
And never ate children, or. boys, or men.

“There was one snow-white, a mother bear, —
With two little babies cunning and queer; —-

Who rolled and climbed and stood on ‘their. heads,
And fell over, as boys often-do, I fear.

They hugged their mother, and talked in their ways.

And bone still when they ‘d nothing to do or say,”

** No, 1 mean a real bear out in the woods,

_ Who growls and chases you, makes you run,
Half se ieee death,—and a little boy lost
Out in the woods and the night coming on;
And the terrible bear with his great fierce eyes,

And no one to hear the little child's cries |

“He runs and runs, ” = then Bettie siniles,
His climax re ached, ~~ ‘'T was only in fun; -
The bear did n’t kill him, because, you see,
There was just behind a man oe a gun,





BERTIE’S STORY AND MINE. .



And he shot! Bang! Down came the old bear ;
"T was his own little boy and he saved him — there!”



“O, I am so glad!” and I give him a-kiss;
‘Then silent we sit for a moment or two.
“Tat ’s a boy’s story; yours, you know, |
For nice little girls very well will do.
But boys, you remember, grow up to be men,

And can fight the bears to their very den.”
AMANDA

M, DOUGLAS.





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THE PORCUPINE’S QUILLS.

Every animal has an instrument of defence. Some have claws,
some hoofs, some spurs and beaks, some powerful teeth and stings.
_- . -- The porcupine
has something
queerer than all
these. Its body
is covered allover
with two sets of
quills. One set
is long, slen-
der, and










emrved; the other, short and straight, very stout, and with sharp

points. oe

Whenever the porcupine is chased by any animal, and finds he can-
not get out of the way, he just stops and bristles up all his quills.
Then he backs quickly upon the animal, so that the short, sharp quills
may stick into the body. If any happen to bea little loose, they stick
so fast in the flesh, like an arrow, that they often make a very bad
wound. Remember this whenever you come in the way of the por

a : MRS. G HALL







LOVE YOUR ENEMIES, oe

Twas watching Willie and Grouse ab ee on the lawn
a few days since. saw in the poor dumb brute a spirit.
that is too seldom found in man. :



_ Grouse is an old bird-dog,—a setter. He was bought
before Willie came to ‘be his little master.’ He has soft,-—
brown hair, and is a very clever, good-natured dog. Willie
ean do anything with him, and. he never gets anery ; but
~when W Nie ae s him he only looks up mid: plea ids with his
Be _ jarge. misty eves. ae

3 ‘Pney naa peen playing a long while. Grouse cor tired and
ee lay down on the grass. Pretty soon I saw Willie get some
water ina basm. If wondered what-+he was going to do with









PHE MERCIFUL PRINCE.

it, ‘Then he walked close up to Grouse, who lay on the
lawn, and threw the water all over him.

It was very unkind for Willie to do so, don’t Tou think
it was? I called Willie to me, and told him it was too bad
for him to plague such a good old dog. I-told him he was
a. very naughty boy to do so.

Willic said he supposed it was wrong to plague Grouse,
but he didn’t mean to hurt him much.

So Willie went back to where Grouse lay in the sun dry-
ing himself. Ife patted: the poor dog on the head, ard asked
ee if he would forgive him for his unkindness.

Then Grouse, as if he knew what: was said, licked Willie’s
hand. He looked up forgivingly into his face with his dewy
eyes, as much as to say, “JT am one who can love his

enemies.” _ PRANK H. SELDEN,

rea he ct NT ALES PAN LC AAT CA

THE MERCIEU L PRINCE.

Morse than two thousand years ago, na -oif country, a prince
was born, While he was yet a child every care was taken that he
should be made happy, and sights, of sorrow were carefully kept
from him. Tle was of a very kind, loving, and tender disposition.

Sut the eare even of a king for a prince could not keep away
all sorrowful sights: His watchful eyes sometimes saw ae
that filled his heart with pity:

As he was playing with his cousin in the nalaee eround, a “flock
_of wild swans flew over their heads. . His cousin drew his bow and .
wounded one. It fell at his feet. The prince with pity drew the
atrow from the wounded bird, nursed it, and saved its life.

While his child life was one of tenderness and mercy, the years
passed by and he became a man. His heart'was still filled with pity
for every suffering creature. He went from the palace, from home
and dear friends, to become poor and a wanderer, that he might
; ae the suffering. It is oS told that in his wanderings °













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THE MERCIFUL PRINCE eG

he came upon 2 flock of sheep driven along the dusty highway.
There was one poor wounded, bleeding lamb, which he took ten-
derly in his arms avd’carried. And so through life his pity and his



help were given to the weak, whether men or beasts. From his.
tender and beautiful life, men came to worship him after his death.
The prince was Prince Gautama, of India, who is worshipped as
Buddha. Is not his loving and mereiful life. from a little child to
an old man, a beautiful example to us?
CHARLES 2, JEROME







OUR LITTLE ONES.

THE OPOSSUM IN THE HEN-HOUSE.

“O Grorae, the circus is coming! the handbills are all up, and
such pictures of horses and lions and tigers, and everything |”

Ned jumped about for joy, until George said, —

“But how are you going, Ned? We have no money, and papa
said he could not give us any more this month, if he gave us a
gun.”

“The new gun,—so he did,” said Ned, sadly. “ But the circus
takes so little; they would let us in at half price.”

“T will tell you,” exclaimed George; ‘let us sell our white Leo-
horns to inamma. She wants them, | know, and the money we get
for them will take us both to the circus.”

This was settled, and at dinner mamma was told of the plan.

“Put them up in the hen-house to-night,” she said, “and to-
morrow Lwill look at them and we will fix the price.”

The boys went to bed early that night, but had hardly settled
themselves to sleep. when Melissa, the little sérvant-girl, rushed in
with a light in her hand.

“QO, git up, boys, git up! Sompen’s in de hen-house, killin’ all
de fowls.”

They jumped up and huddled on their clothes as fast as they
could, then ran after Melissa, who held the light while they armed
themselves with sticks.

‘There was a great stir, sure enough, in the hen-house, —fowls were

cackling and screaming with fright, and a curious snapping sound °
came from one corner. When the light fell here they saw a rough,
hairy little animal, with small bright eyes like a pig, and a long
smooth tail. But, worst of all, one of the beautiful white Leghorns
lay before it, all mangled and bleeding. he horrid creature was
tearing its soft body, and would hardly stop eating when the chil-
dren attacked him. .

At last Melissa caught up a stick, sa killed the little beast with
a quick blow. She held it up in triumph by its. long tail. It looked







THE OPOS8CM IN FEE HEN-HOUSE.
very much like a little pig, and had five fiers like toes, on each
_ foot.

“Tis a possum,” said Melissa, ‘and very pool to. eat.
glad J kill it, cos now $18, mine.”

“You are welcome to it,” ” said Ned, half crying. ‘“ What shall we.

1's right









do oe pretty Leghorn rooster is dead? We can’t go to the
circus.” :

Next morning they told their tale at the breakfast- iaple.
“Never mind,” said their father ; “T think you may go, after all,
as | owe you s something for killing the Opossum,

He would have
destroyed ihe rest of the fowls.” ‘







OUR LITTLE ONES.

“Yes; but, papa, Melissa killed it; we only struck at it”
“Well, 1 think I must treat the whole party, as all did their best,
We will set a trap to-day for the next opossum that may come to
see us.”
oS The boys and ‘Melissa went to the circus, and enjoyed all they

saw, and Melissa had a fine opossum stew into the bargain.
5 PINK HUNTER

VIRGINIA.
| = ~HOW ROY WENT A FISHING

- Roy had fished in the ditch by the side of the road a great many
times; but he had. only a bent pin for a: fish-hook, and a piece ef.
twine for a line. ~He never caught any fish there.
— When he was six years old. lis uinele James gave him a real :
fish-hook and a line, and after a good deal of coaxing” his mother
- said that he might eo-down the eu to the brcok and fish for
trout, eee

Uncle James caught a great many trott in the brook. |

Alice wanted to go with Roy ; and Roy, who i is very kind to -his
sister, asked his mother to let her. gv. : :

Alice carried the basket,—a pretty large one. Mary,.the cook,
told them to be sure and get it full of fish, so that she could fry
them for dinner, =

How proud and happy they were! ‘heir mother could see them
from. the window all the time. —

S - When they reached the brook es sat down on a rock. Roy

put a worm on the hook, and dropped the end of the line into the

= stream. But it was a long time. before he got a bite. At last he
- . thought he felt a nibble.

“T’ve got one, Ally!” he shouted. “0, such a big fellow ! You
will have to come and help we pull him out!”







HOW ROY WENT 4 FISHING.

They tugged away on
the line, and then they
both fell over backwards.
“There he is!” cried
Roy: But when they got
up and looked, it was not
a trout at all.. It was
only a piece of a black
root that broke off and
gave them a tumble.
Roy tried again, and
after a good while ‘he felt:
another nibble. He jerk-
ed the line out so. quickly
that the hook caught im
the back of Alice’s dress.
[t pricked her shoulder so
that she had half a mind
to cry. fe



Roy could not get the hook out of her dress, and they went home
for their mother to help them. : aia

Mary laughed at Roy a good deal. She told his uncle James, at
dinner-time, that Roy canght the biggest trout she ever saw, and he
bad to come home for his mother to get it off the hook.

a)

GA, Bee,









A BEAR-STORY.

“1 kNow a new bear-story,”
‘I said to the little folks, —
' Who surely as the twilight falls,
Begin to tease and coax. eo



“And did they live-in the forest, : :
~ In a den all deep and dark ?

And were there three?” —“‘ Yes, three,” I said,
“But they lived in the park,

“

# Let's seo! ola Jack, the ee
See With great white claws, was there;
ae And a mother bear with thick brown coat,
And Betty, the little bear!











A REAR STORY. = oe.

“ And Silver-Locks-went strolling
One day, in that pretty wood,

With Ninny, the nurse, and all at once ees 6 :
They came where the bears’ house stood. ; :

_ And whou so much as oe
To see who was at home,
She cried out:in a happy voice,
‘Old Grizzly, here 1 comel’ ._

And thereupon old Grizzly

Began to gaze about;
And ae mother bear at at, the bars.
_ And the baby bear peeped out.

“ And they thought she must be a fairy,
Though, instead of a golden wand,
She carried a five-cent.paper bag .
Of peanuts in her-hand.- - :

oe Old Grizzly his red ‘mouth ae : ae : :
As though they tasted good ; ;

And the brown bear opened tier red mouth
To catch one when she could ;

“And Betty, the greedy baby,
Followed the big bears’ style,

And held her little fire-red> mouth,
Wide open all the while, -

“And Silver-Locks laughed delighted, :

And thought it wondrous fun, « zs ee
ee oe peanuts from the bag 7 3.

Til she had n’t another one.

“And is that all?” sighed Gold-Locks
“Pshaw, is that all?” cried ‘Ted.

“No—one thing more! "Lis quite, quite time
That. little folks were in bed!”

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O—oh! O—oh! O—oh! O—oh!

Here we go, To and fro.
Now so high, : Like the birds,
Now so low; ee : High and low;
Soon, soon, . ~ See us fly.
Well reach the meen; To the sky;
Hear us sing, _- Hear us sing, |
See us swing, : On the wing,

Up in the old oak-tree. Up in the old oak-tree.
Sis LA BC

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SAILOR BABIES.

Errps, and birds, and birds! Have you any idea how many kinds
wf birds there are? I am very sorry you could not count them. all.
And such queer fellows many of them are! There are butcher-birds
and tailor-birds, soldier-birds—the penguins, -you
know, who stand on the sea-shore like companies of
soldiers, “heads up, eyes front,
| arms (meaning wings) at the sides”
—and sailor-birds. It is about
one of the sailor-birds . and hig
babies that I am going to tell
you now. She is called the Little
Grebe, or sometimes, by her inti-
mate friends, the Dabchick. She
is a pretty little bird, about
nine inches long, with brown
head and back, and grayish-
white breast. She and
her husband are both
extremely fond of the
water. “We are first
cousins to the Divers!” they
sometimes say proudly. “The

ZU never happy away from the water,
and neither Ss are we. It is very vulgar to live on
land all the ' . time. One might almost as well have four
legs, and be a creature at once!” (The Divers are a very proud
family, and speak of all quadrupeds as “ creatures.”) Mr. and Mra,




















Divers are







THE HOOK AND LADDER.

Tux frosts in the door-yard maple

_ Had lighted a fine red blaze,

And one of the golden twilights
That come September days ;

The neighborhood lads had gathered
To play their usual plays. .

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THE HOOK AND LADDER.





Frankie was good at planning,
And seeing the glowing tree,
“ Let’s have a fire department
And play ’tis a house!” said he.
“Oh, yes, a hook and ladder,”
Cried all; “what fun ’twill be!”

So they put the hose on the hydrant,
Searched everywhere about
Until they found a ladder,
And then, with yell and shout
Of “fire” and clang of “ ding-dong,”
They rushed to put it out.

The hosemen pulled their jackets
Hastily from their backs; ~















One climbed the tree like a squirrel,



With a ball-bat for an axe
And he hewed at the beautiful branches
With frantic hacks and whacks.













THE HOOK AND LADDER.

Some one turned: on the water,
And the boy in the foremost place

Got the full force from the nozzle
Square in his little face ;

And he cried for half a minute
With the funniest grimace.



The stream flew this way, that way,
And up to the tree’s bright top,
And back came the water splashing
With reckless slosh and slop,
And with it showers of red leaves
And twigs began to drop.

This small boys’ Hook and Ladder
Was a very good company,

And they squirted till the sidewalk
Was like a mimic sea ;

But they didn’t put out the fire

In the old red maple-tree.
MRS. CLARA DOTY BATES.





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-iiTTLE JOR’S RIDE.

“ Goop Billy! 1 nice Billy!” said little Joe, as he aaa the nose of
the old black horse. “Say, Uncle John, can’t I ride him to water?”

“IT am afraid you cannot hang on to him,” replied his uncle.
“Did you ever ride a horse?” ;

-“No, uncle ; but I am sure I can,” answered Joe. “Please let me
toy ace EA take noe oe his mane with both hands, and hang on as
hard as ever I can.’

“ Well, you may try it. There is the trough, against that fence,
the other side of the barn. Look out that old’ Billy does not give
you a ducking.”

“Never fear for me,” cried Joe, riding away in great glee.

He was a little city boy, and had come out to the farm to make his
uncle a visit. He thought it great fun to take a ride on horseback.

It did not take him long to find the trough, for old Billy knew the
way right well. Then, how it happened, Joe never could tell: Billy
put his head down quite suddenly, and right over it slid the little

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boy, with a great splash, head first into the water.



LITTLE JOE’S RIDE.

Of course he was not hurt. He caught hold of the fence and
came out, dripping from head to foot.





















































































































































Old Billy looked on rather surprised, but got his drink. He let Joe
lead him back to the barn, and how Uncle John did laugh at him.
Joe laughed too, as he went off to get on some dry clothes. Though
he took a good many rides after that, he never forgot his first one
on old Billy’s back. se
MRS, M. E. SANDFORD.





































































































































































































































































































































































































































GYPSY AND HIS TRICKS.

Wuen Harry was six years old his grandfather sent him a very
nice present from the farm. You cannot
guess what it was, so I will tell you.

A goat, with a harness and cart, for
Harry to drive him. Harry named him
Gypsy, because he was so black. -

Gypsy and Harry had a great many
good times together. He would draw ~
Harry to school and then wait
very patiently under the shade
of a tree till school was out.
All the school-children were
very fond of him and would
bring him sweet apples and
cake.
























GYPSY AND HIS TRICKS.

The teacher was fond
of Gypsy, too, and would .
often bring sugar to
him; but she never let

Gypsy have it until he
had performed one of
the tricks the boys had
taught him. He must
either stand on his
head, bow, or. dance.
Gypsy could do all
these.

One day Gypsy ai did something.very funny: It was a very hot day,
and Harry thought he would unharness him and let him roam around
the school-yard.

What do you think Gypsy did? He walked into the school-house,
pueiet up to the teacher, and stood on his head. He was begging
for sugar.

The teacher laughed with
the scholars, and said, “Gyp-.
sy, you have learned your
lesson well; now Ill excuse
you, and let you go out to
play.” And then she drove
him out. —

One of the boys hegged
leave to give Gypsy an apple,
and the teacher said he might.
Gypsy took the apple in his
mouth and made a little bow.

The scholars laughed so
lone that the teacher had to
close the door for fear Gypsy.
would do some other funny

thing.





On

KATY KYLE.





































































Ir I could choose a wedding gift,

-V’d climb for you the rainbow stairs : : Gi
And bring a star to bless
This day of happiness.

yi jue a il

As I came down, a bird Id lift

From off his nest, that his sweet airs e
And songs might you delight :
From rosy morn till night,

But rainbow stairs are hard to mount,
The birds hide in the trees’ green shade,
And so I bring, dear friend, to you :
The flowers wet with dew.








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Take them, and then take me; please count

My eyes your stars; the little maid

Who offers flowers, your bird,
Whose heart with love is stirred. :



DO RIGHT.



May child love and the birds together

‘Make all your life like summer weather ;
May flowers blossom in your sight,
-And golden stars bring peace at night.

MRS. BE. ANNETTE HILLS.



DO RIGHT.

“Well met, my little man!
Now tell me, if you can,

The very nicest way

To spend this long, dull day.”

“Well, sir, my mother says,
Of all the pretty ways
To make a dark. day bright
The best is just do right !”
We J.T.



DOG PRINCE.

“SHAKE hands, Prince!”

- Black as a coal, and curly too, ©

Is the dog I introduce to you.

He gives at once his right-hand paw,
None a softer one ever saw.



































































































































































































“Beg, Prince !”
Up he rises on his hind legs,
Flies both little fore-feet, and begs,
Not for money, nor food, nor clothes,
But merely to show how much he knows.

“Speak, Prince !”

You'd think from that first growling note, .

He’d a bumble-bee inside his throat ;
"Tis not a bee, but only a bark;
For answer, shrill and eager, hark!







































































































































































































DOG PRINCE.




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“Roll over, Prince !”
He'll do all other things you ask;
But this is a task, a dreadful task.
He hates the dust on his silky hide
And in the fringe of his ears beside.

“Roll over, I say!”
Such a struggle as he goes through ;
He wants to do it, and don’t want to!
He rubs one black ear on the floor,
Rubs a little, and nothing more.

“Ah, Prince! Ah, Prince!”
Do you eall that minding? Yet, I find
Yours is a common way to mind:
Willing to do what you like to best,
And only half-way doing the rest.

MRS. CLARA DOTY BATES.



WHERE THE PRETTY PATH LED.



WHERE THE PRETTY PATH LED.

Litre Fred went to spend his long vacation with his grandpa
and grandma in the country. Fred’s grandpa had an old white
horse named Betsy. He had owned her ever since mamma was a
little girl, and Fred and Betsy soon became great friends.

Every day grandma would give Fred two biscuits, two apples and
two lumps of sugar in a little basket and he would take them over
to the pasture. Betsy soon learned to expect him, and waited fox



% WHERE THE PRETTY PATH LED,

him at the bars. She knew that half of what was in the basket
was meant for her.

A very pretty path came in at one end of the pasture. Fred
often wondered where it went, but he never dared to go in yery far
alone. One day his two cousins, Alice and Frank, came to make
grandma a little visit. Grandma told Fred he must show them all
over the farm. The next morning, after he had taken them out to ‘
lunch with Betsy, he thought it would be a good chance to go down
the little path. Alice and Frank said they would like te go very
much, Fred was still a little afraid, and kept very near Alice. But
he forgot everything else, when, at the end of the path, they came
upon a lovely little pond. It was all covered with great white ilies
and their green pads.

They wanted to get some lilies to take home. They tried to reach -
them from the bank, but lilies have a provoking way of growing
just out of reach. Then they tried to hook them in with sticks, but
got only three or four, without oe _ Then they looked for a
board to use as a raft.

At last Frank said they must wade for them. He and Fred took
off their shoes and stockings. pulled up their trousers, and went in,
Fred used a long stick to feel the way before him, so as not te get
into water too deep.

This time they were successful, and got just as many lilies as their
hands would hold.

Grandma was delighted with them ; she said tie had not had any
lilies from that old pond since eeridpa used to bring them to her

years and years before.
MRS. F. T. MERRILL, |







OU dear old Mother Nature, I
am writing you a letter,

To let you know you ought to

fix up things a little better.
‘The best of us will make mistakes —
I thought: perhaps if I

Should tell you how you might im-
prove, you would be glad to try.

“I think you have forgotten, ma’am, that little girls and boys
Are fond of dolls, and.tops, and sleds, and balls, and other toys ;
Why didn’t you —I wonder, now!— just take it in your head
To have such things all growing in a lovely garden bed?

«“ And then I should have
planted (if it only had

- been me)

Some vines with little
pickles, and a great big
cooky tree ;

And trees, besides, with
gum-drops and caramels
and things ;

And lemonade should bub-
ble up in all the little

springs.





A LETTER TO MOTHER NATURE.

«T’d like to have the coasting and the skating in July,

When old Jack Frost would never get a single chance to try

To nip our cheeks and noses; and the Christmas trees should stand
By dozens, loaded! —in the woods!—now, wouldn’t that be grand ?



“Ah! what a world it would have been! How could you
madam, make —

Such lots of bread and butter to so very little cake ?

I'd have it just the other way, and every one would, see

How very, very, very, very nice my way would be.

“ But, as I cannot do it, will you think of what I say?

And please, ma’am, do begin and alter things this very day.

And one thing more—on Saturdays don’t send us any rain.

Good-by. If I should think of something else, [ll write again.”

5 SYDNEY DAYRE,





SAILOR BABIES.

Grebe have very curiously webbed feet, looking more like a horse
vhestnut leaf with three lobes than anything else. They are excellent
swimmers and divers; indeed, in diving, the Great Northern Diver
himself is not so quick and alert. If anything
frightens them, pop! they are under the water in yp %
the shaking of a feather; and ycu may sometimes //—
see them in a pond, popping up and down
ike little absurd Jacks-in-the-box. As they
think the land so very vulgar, of course
they do not want
to bring up their
children on it.
Oh, dear, no!
They find a pleas-








ant, quiet

stream, or pond, where
there are plenty of reeds
and rushes grow- ing in the
water, and where there is
no danger of their be-
ing disturbed by *‘crea-
tures.” Then they go to
work and make a raft, a
regular raft, of strong
stems of water- plants,
reeds, and arrow- heads,



plaited and ~ aT - woven
together with great care and skill. It is light enough to float,
and yet strong enough to bear the weight of the mother-bird.

While she is building it she sits, or stands, on another and
more roughly built raft, which is not meant to hold together long.
My. Grebe helps her, pulling up the water-plants and cutting off the
stems the right length; and so this little couple work away till the
raft-nest is quite ready. Then Mrs. Grebe takes her place on it, and
proceeds to lay and hatch her eggs. There are five or six eggs, and
they are white when she lays them; but they do not keep their
Whiteness long, for the water-weeds and the leaves that cover the

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SAILOR BABIES.

raft soon decay, and stain the pretty white eggs, so that they are
muddy brown by the time they are hatched. Well, there little
Madame Grebe sits, brooding contentedly over her eggs, and think-
ing how carefully she will bring up her children, so that they will be
a credit to the family of the Divers. Mr. Grebe paddles, and dives.
and pops up and down about the nest, and brings her all sorts of
good things to eat,— worms for dinner, minnows for supper, and for
breakfast: the most delicate and appetizing of flies and beetles. One
day, when he brings his wife’s dinner (a fine stickle-back), he finds
her in a state of great excitement.

“ My dear,” she says, “Iam going to move. I cannot endure this
place another hour. I only waited to tell you about it.”

“Why, what is the matter, my love?” asks Mr. Grebe, in amaze-
ment.

“Some creatures have been here,’ answers little madam, indig-
nantly, — “huge, ugly monsters, with horns; cows, I believe they
are called. They have torn up the reeds, and muddied the water;
and, if you will believe it, Dabchick, one of them nearly walked right
over me ; then I flew in his face, and gave him a good fright, I can tell
you. But the whole thing has upset me very much, and I am deter-
mined to leave the place.”

“ Very well, my love,” says the dutiful Dabchick. “ Whatever you
say is always right!”

Accordingly, when she has finished her dinner, Mrs. Grebe puts
one foot into the water, and paddles her raft away as skilfully as if
she were an Indian in a birch canoe. She steers it round the corners,
and paddles on and on, till she finds another quiet nook, where there
is no sign of any “creatures.” Then she draws in her paddle-foot,
and broods quietly again, while Mr. Grebe, who has followed her,
goes to explore the new surroundings, and see what he can pick up
for supper.

After a time the muddy brown eggs crack open one by one, and out
come the young Dabchicks, pretty, little, fuzzy brown balls. They
shake themselves, and look at each other, and say how-d’-ye-do to
their mother and father; and then, without any more delay, pop!
they go into the water. “Hurrah!” says one. “I can swim!”



PRELTTY POLLY PRIMLOSE

Out here papa finds her,
Lifts her tenderly,

Carries her safe home again, — :
Never once wakes she.



When the breakfast all is o’er
Polly opes her eyes.
“Surely, mamma, I did dream,”
Says she in surprise,
“That I went out to the Park,
Where the birdies sing.”
Mamma smiles; how can she chide

The winsome little thing !
AMANDA M. DOUGLAS,





AN UNLUCKY SAIL,

LOOK AT THE BABY.

Tus way and that way, one, two, three.
Come if you want a dance to see;
With his chubby hands on his dress so blue,

See what a baby boy can do.

One foot up and one foot down;
See him try to smile and frown;
He would look better, I do declare,

With some more teeth and a little more hair.
One, two, three, chick-a-dee-dee!

This I take the fact to be,

That there never was, on sea nor shore,

Sach a queer little dance as this before!



AN UNLUCKY SAIL.

Wuen little Sam was six years old, he began to go to school.
His teacher gave him a merit card whenever he was good all day
But sometimes he whispered, or made a noise in school, and ther
he did not get one.

“J will give you a penny whenever you bring home a card.” said
Sam’s father.

After that Sam was very good, and brought nome a card aimost
every day. He saved up his pennies, and when he was seven
years old, he bought a pretty toy boat.

Sam’s sister Hattie went with him to the duck-pond to see him
gail the boat. But soon she grew tired, and went back to the house,

“J wish I had something to put into my boat,” thought Sam.

He looked around aud saw Huttie’s doll under a tree. Hattie had



AN UNLUCKY SAIL.

forgotten it when she went to the house. It was a pretty wax doll,
with long flaxen hair, and blue eyes that would open and shut. It
was dressed in pink silk, and had a little straw hat with a pink
feather.

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“T will give Miss Dolly a a ‘sail? Mee Sam.

Ie put the doll in the boat, and pushed it out on the water.

“Hattie, Hattie!” he cried, “come and see your doll taking 6
sail.”



AN UNLUCKY SAIL,

Just as he spoke an old duck swam against the boat, and gave it
such a push that Miss Dolly tell off into the water. Before Sam
could reach her with a long stick she sank to the bottom of the
pond.

Hattie cried until she had no tears left to shed, and Sam felt like
crying, too. He knew he ought not to have taken his sister’s doll.

He went on saving his pennies just as he had done before he
bought the boat. And when he opened his tin bank on his next
birthday he found that he had nearly three dollars. What do you
think he bought? I am afraid you w uld never guess, so I will
tell you. He bought a new doll for Hattie, and it was even prettier

than the one he had drowned in the duck-pond.
FLORENCE B, HALLOWELL,





TO STRAWBERRY TOWN.

A pEAR littie maid, with sun-bonnet red

Tied carefully over her little brown head,
With two little bare feet, so active and brown,
Has started to travel to Strawberry town.

“And pray where is that?” Oh dear! don’t you know?
It’s out in the field where the strawberries grow ;
Where papa, and Henry, and Sue, m the sun,

Pick the sweet, big, red berries so fast, one by one.



“Tis a very great ways,” says the dear little maid,
“To Strawberry town, and I’m so afraid.”

And so as companions; to keep her from harm,

She takes two fat kittens. one under each arm.



She trudges along with brown eyes opened wide,
The kittens hugged sociably up to each side ;
With ears sticking up and tails hanging down,
She carries them bravely to Strawberry town.
MARY A. ALLEN, MB.



FLOSSIE AND HER SHOH-BOAT.

FLossiz took to the sea very early. She did not, like to be
bathed, but she was very fond of playing in the water.

One day, when she was at her bath, her mother’s back was
turned, and little Miss Flossie turned her slipper into a boat and
set it afloat in her little bath-tub. Then she pushed it about and
made believe it was sailing. By and by it got full of water and
sank, erew and all. This made her cry, and that made her mother
Jook round. Flossie’s shoe-boat was taken from her, and then she
eried more. Her mother knew best. and was very firm. Miss
Flossie had to give up being a sailor, and put on her pink dress
and go downstairs

R. W. L



NELUIE’S LUNCH.

ZattLe Nellie lived in California. Her papa was going on a visit
%to0 his old home in Maine, but Nellie was to stay at home with her
mamma. Just before her father left, her mother took his great-coat,
brushed it, and said, “I have put some handkerchiefs im this pocket,
and in the other one is a nice lunch of cake and fruit.”

The father and mother were so busy that they took no notice of
Nellie. Butshe had
heard what mamma
said. Her first
thought was that she
must put something
in papa’s pocket, too.

Her mother had
been changing Nel-
he’s clothes, and a
soiled little stocking
lay on the floor. The
child had a small
cake of maple sugar
in her hand that
she was eating. She
took up the stocking
and crammed the sugar down into the toe.
She then rolled it up tight and tucked it down
in one corner of her papa’s pocket. No one
saw her do it. The first that was known of
what she had done was one day after her papa
had reached his old home. He was searching his pocket for some-
thing when he felt the little stocking. He took it out, and when
he saw what it was, what a good laugh he had! And how it made
him think of his little Nellie, who was so far away!

Nellie’s papa showed me the little stocking and the cake of sugar.
He said he would save them until Nellie was older, and she could then
see what a nice lunch she had put up for her papa.



NELLIE BURNS



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DIME AND THE BABY.

Bow-wow! Here ]amagam! I told you before that my name
t. Dime; but the baby calls me “ Bow-wow.”’ Do you know why?
It is because I always say “ Bow-wow.” It is all the word I know
how to say.

Do you know our baby? She has big black eyes, and her mouth
looks like a pink rosebud. She is a sweet little girl. I Jove her
dearly. I did not like her when she first came. That was a long
time ago. My master was very fond of her. That made me feel
cross. I used to bark at baby and show all my teeth. After that.
they did not let me come near her. I did not see the baby for a long
time. I did not care for that.

My master did not seem to like me then. When he saw me, he
said, “Go away, Dime! Go away, bad dog! You are not good ta



DIME AND THH BABY.

the baby.” So Iwas not happy. I made up my mind to bite that.
baby. 3
It was a long time before I got a chance to bite her; but one day
I found her alone. She was in her little crib. I put my paws on
her crib.

But I did not bite her, after all. Shall I tell you why? She



was too pretty to bite. So I kissed the baby, and I have loved her
ever since.
Now, my master likes me again. He pats my head and says,
“Good old dog! Good Dime! You love the baby, don’t you?”
Tam glad [am not a cross dog now. I feel better when I am

good. Don’t you?

8. E. SPRAGUE.



WIDE-AWAKE LAND.

“Come, Freddie, time you were in bed long ago,” said mamma.

“Don’t want to go!” cried Fred. “I wish I never had to go to
bed!”

But in a few moments Fred was snugly tucked away. Everything
grew dim, and Fred's eyes began to close. Very soon he heard a
little voice from somewhere, and started up.

Perched on his knee was the queerest little man he had ever seen.
In one hand he held a long pin,
and this he often thrust at Fred.

‘What are you doing that for? ” ;
asked Fred. “To keep you
awake,” said the little dwarf.
“You are in Wide-Awake Land,
and no one goes to steep here.”

Fred sat up in bed and looked
about. Was it really Wide-Awake
Land? Need n't he ever go to bed











again? “QO, Iam glad!” he said.

There were many other boys and girls in this queer land, and
most of them looked very unhappy.

“ What is the matter?” asked Fred of a little boy who -vas cry-
ing hard.



“Tm tired and sleepy,” sobbed the boy.

“Why don’t you go to sleep then?” asked Fred.

“Humph! [ guess you have n’t been here long, or you’d know.”

“No, L’ve just come; I think it’s nice.”

“Wait till you get sleepy,” said the boy. ‘ I used to think Wide-
Awake Land would be nice. I believe Sleepy Land would be nicer

” -



“Yes,” added Fred; “but why can’t you go to sleep ?”

‘Because the little men that you see everywhere carry pins,
They prick us when we try to sleep. O, I wish I hadn’t come!”
And the boy began to cry again. Fred thought he was very silly,
and ran off to find some other new-comer.

Night came at last. Big lamps were hung on the trees and made
the place as light as day. The little men were flying about to keep
the sleepy ones awake.



Fred got sleepy at last, and began to nod. A little man thrust
a big pin into him. ‘You must keep awake,” he said. Fred tried
hard, but his eyes would shut, and then would come the wicked pin.
At last he screamed aloud.

“Why, Fred! what is the trouble?” and he looked up. There
was mamma.

“T don’t like Wide-Awake Land,” cried Fred. “I will go to
sleep when you want me to after this.”

‘‘T think you are dreaming, Fred,” replied mamma.

“T was, but I am awake now.”

“Well, dear, you are in Sleepy Land now. So good night, and
pleasant dreams,”

ELIZA M, SHERMAN,





LULU’S FIRST THANKSGIVING.

Luivu was six years old last spring. She came to make a visit
at her grandfather's, and stayed until after Thanksgiving.

Lulu had lived away down i.1 Cuba ever since she was a year old.
‘Her cousins had written to her what a good time they fad on



‘Thanksgiving Day; so she was very anxious to be at her grand-
father’s at that time. They do not have a Thanksgiving Day down
in Cuba. That is how Lulu did not have one wntil she was six
years old.

She could hardly wait for the day to come. Such a grand time as
they did have! Lulu did not know she had so many cousins until
‘they came to spend the day at her grandfather's. It did not take



LULWS FIRST THANKSGIVING.

them long to get acquainted. Before time for dinner they felt as if
they had always known each otier.

The dinner was the grand event of the
day. Lulu had never seen so long a
table except at a hotel, nor some
of the vegetables and kinds of
pie.

Lulu had never tasted
turkey before. Her
grandmother would










not nave one cooked until
‘\ then, so she could say that
she had eaten her first piece
\\sea of turkey on Thanksgiving
Day. ‘

After dinner they played
all kinds of games. All the uncles and aunts and grown-up cousing
played blind-man’s-buff with them.



THE SUN_KISS:!

> .
in a land where summer lingers,
Far ‘from Northern rains and snows,
Where, like loving, clasping fingers,
Twines the jasmine with the rose,



There I found a little maiden:

Oh! her eyes were black as night,
And her tiny hands were laden
Down with blossoms pearly white.

3Small purple flower; grows by the wayside in the South,

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THE SUN-KISS.

Sought she all along the wayside,
‘Mong the ferns and waving palms,

Where the tiniest flower might hide
From her sweet protecting arms.

“What fresh treasure are you seeking 2?*
Asked I of the little one,

Vor a myriad blooms were peeping
Through the mosses to the sun.

“Have you never heard, dear lady,

Of the sweetest flower that blooms,—«
It is neither proud nor stately,

Like the lily and the rose;

“But it brightens every pathway,
Springing neath your careless tread,

Till the sun, with quickening ray,
Kisses soft its drooping head.

“Then its petals quick unclosing,
Freshly sweet with morning dew,~-<
It is left for our supposing
That the story must be true, —

“How it shyly waits the coming
Of the glorious King of Day,
And that hence the pretty naming
Of a Sun-Kiss, so they say?”

ELIZABETH A. DAVIS,







THE COUNTRY WEEK.

Mrs. Brown read a little article in the newspaper one evening,
about “Country week for poor children.” '

“ Husband,” said she, “I have an idea. We have such a good
farm, and so many nice things, suppose we take some boarders this
summer, who can't afford to pay anything.”

When she told him what she meant, Mr. Brown thought it a very
good idea, indeed.

“The currants and raspberries are ripe. Tl see if Mrs. Anderson
knows of some nice children, who will have to stay in the hot streets
of the city all summer. We will ask them to come here.”

Of course, Mrs. Anderson knew of some nice children. She be-
lenged to a mission-school, and knew dozens of thenn. So, the next
Wednesday, when Mr. Brown drove down to the station, there she
was, and two little ones with her, Lina and Carl Schmidt. Carl was
almost a baby, and went to sleep as soon as they were in the car-
riage ; but Lina held her breath with delight as she rode to the farm.
She was half afraid, too, and held on very tightly if old Billy went
faster than a walk. As Mr. Brown watched the bright little face he
began to think his wife's idea was a splendid one.

“Well, little one,” said Mrs. Brown to Lina, when they reached
the house, “what do you think of the country 2?”



anak THE COUNTRY WEEK.

“Oh, I do want to take such long breaths!” said Lina, “I wish my
mamma could see it too.”

“The first thing for these small folks,” added Mrs. Brown, “is
some of Brindle’s nice milk.”



Carl waked up long enough to drink some, and say, “Dood, dood.”

Then he grew sleepy again, and Mrs. Brown laid him on a shawl
upon the grass, under the trees. The hens gathered around him,
looked at each other_and clucked, as much as to say, “ What kind of a
queer creature is this?” Young Mr. Bantie was about to peck him to
find out, when they heard a little voice calling “Biddy, Biddy,
Biddy!” from the barn. Off they went, half flying and half run-
ning.



THE COUNTRY WEEK,

Mrs. Brown had given Lina a tin pail, with corn in it to scatter to
the hens. They came from all directions, and got around her so
closely that she was afraid to stir. She had taken out one handful
of the corn, but was afraid to throw it. Then the greedy hens began
to peck her hand, and try to get it out of the pail. She began to cry
so loud that every one ran out of the house to see what was the
matter. It was funny enough to see her, standing in the middle of
that greedy crowd of hens, with her eyes shut very tightly, and her
mouth very wide open.

When Carl waked up, he wanted some more milk. Mrs. Brown said,
“We'll godown and see Brindle milked, and you shall have it nice and
warm.” Lina had seen pictures of cows, but nevera live one. She had
no idea they were so big. Mrs. Brown asked her if she would like to
milk; but she thought she would rather stand ata little distance.
As for Carl, he shut up his eyes, and tried to get out of sight of the
creature. - However, he liked the warm milk very much.

Lina spent most of the next day in the garden. She helped pick the
peas and beans, and stem the currants. She went with Mr. Brown to
find the eggs, and held Billy’s halter while he drank at the trough.
Every day was full of pleasure, and Mr. and Mrs. Brown had just as
good a time as the children. At the end of the week they couldn’t
bear to let them go; so it came about that the children’s week, fo.’

Lina and Carl, lasted all summer.
J. A. M.





THE ROAD ‘TO. SCHOOL.

[FROM THE GERMAN.








In winter, when it freezes,
Tn winter, when it snows,

The road to school seems long and drear,

Over which the school-boy goes.

3ut when the pleasant summer comes,
With birds and fruit and flowers,

The road to school, how short it is!

And short the sunny hours!

But to the boy who loyes to learn,
And wisdom strives to gain,

\ eR | .
| Ray The road to school is always short,
SS = . Re
| aS Tn sunshine, snow, or rain.

eA nC} aA



WHAT SAMMY’S MONKEY DID.

Sammy Brown had a monkey. He bought
him of an organ-player. He named him Billy.

Sammy’s mother did not know what a naughty
monkey he was. If she had, she would not
have given Sammy the money to buy him.

Sammy thought he was very cunning. All
the boys at school thought so too. They all
wanted one just like him. Sammy had him out

every Saturday afternoon.

He was dressed in a gay

little uniform. He would

play ona drum. He was
fond of mischief; and
= when no one was watching
him he would, do some very queer things. He would take the spools
from Mrs. Brown’s work-basket. He would carry them away and
hide them.

He would take her thimble and wax, and hide them too.

Sometimes he would bring them back again. Sometimes Mrs.
Brown would have to find them herself. This gave her a good deal
of trouble.

At last Billy acted so badly, that Mrs. Prom told Sammy that
she could not have him in the house any: longer: One morning
Mrs. Brown went away to spend the day. Mi

She thought the monke: was fastened out of the ‘piiee But he
got m frenel a window. When Mrs. Brown came home she did
think of Billy. She opened the door of her pantry. She saw a
dreadful sight. She knew at once that Billy had been there. He
had moved the dishes all about, from one shelf to another. He had
poured milk and sugar over the floor. He had emptied bottles of
medicine into clean dishes. He had broken up a whole loaf of cake












WITAT SAMMYOS MONKEY DID.

and scattered it around. He had eaten out the middle of a pie,
and turned it over in the plates Mrs. Brown could not find her
spoons and forks anywhere. But she found them afterwards in the
cellar.

Now Mrs. Brown had to go right to work and clean her pantry.
After she had put that
in order, she made a fire
in the stove. All this
time Billy was not seen
anywhere.

The fire had been
burning a few minutes,
when Mrs. Brown heard
a terrible scratching in
the oven, and out
jumped Billy as spry as
ever.

He ran out of doors.
He was not seen again
until the next morning.

Then Mrs. Brown told
Sammy that the mon-
key had made so much
work for her, that she
could not have him any
longer.

Sammy saw that his mother was very much in earnest.

So he sold Billy*to a pedler who came along the next day.

The pedler gave him fifty cents for Billy.

Sammy was sorry to let him go, but he wanted to please his
mother,



M. M. H.







BESSIE IN THE MOUNTAINS.

Brsstz Lre was six years old when she went to the mountains
o. North Carolina with her father.

What Bessie liked best of all were the nice donkey rides every
morning. The poor donkeys
didn’t get much rest, for the
little folks kept them busy all
day. Bessie was kind to them,
but some of the children were
not. Bessie liked a donkey
named Kate best of all.

One day Bessie’s father put
her in the saddle, and Kate
_ kicked up. When Bessie was
lifted off, and the saddle re-
moved, a great bleeding sore
was found on the poor don-
key’s back.

Bessie felt very sorry for
poor Kate,.and said, “ Papa,
I don’t want to ride to-day,
but please do not send Kate back to the stables.”

“Why not, Bessie?” said Mr. Lee.

“OQ, papa, the man will let her to some ot the rough boys, and
they ail hurt her back.”

Mr. Lee was pleased to see his little daughter's kindness to the
poor dumb donkey; but he wished to ae if Bessie would deny
herself for Kate.

‘‘Well, Bessie,” said her father, ‘if you have any money, give it





BESSIE IN THE MOUNTAINS.

to the man wnen he comes for the donkey. Tell him you wish to
keep Kate all day.”

‘“T have the money you gave me for ice-cream,” said Bessie.
“Will that pay the man?”

It was enough, and was given to the man. Bessie kept the
conkey all day. She led Kate to the greenest places in the yard,



and let her eat the grass. She divided her apples with Kate, and
carried her a little Nail of water.

At night Bessie told her father she had been happy all day.
Je me her still happier by telling her she could keep Kate every
day while she was in the mountains.

Bessie kissed her father and was soon fast asleep. She dreamed
of riding in a little carriage drawn by six white donkeys.

AUNT NELL,







































































PAULINE’S STRANGE PETS.

Pauuine had no little brothers or sisters, and no little playmates.
Her father’s home was away out in the country, far away from any
neighbors. Being so much alone, Pauline thought of all sorts
of queer ways to amuse herself. Qne day she invited her papa and



mamma to go down to see her “ Nursery,” as she called it. It was
a little, square piece of ground, enclosed by a neat low fence, made
of narrow slats, placed close together. All kinds of flowers were
planted around it. Besides, there were some little, flat buildings all
along one side.

What do you think they saw there? Toads of all sorts and
sizes, from the wee baby toads to the great big grandfathers. Then







































































































































































































































































































































PAULINE’S STRANGE PETS,



PAULINE’S STRANGE PETS.

such a strange array of garments!—for they were all dressed,
Pauline had made for her pets all kinds of clothes. There they were,
hopping around, some in bright calico dresses, and some in the
funniest red flannel pants and coats you ever saw.



Day after day Pauline went to her * Nursery” to feed aud play
with her strange little pets. But one morning she ran down as
usual, after breakfast, to find all of the toad family had disappeared.
The fence that enclosed her “Nursery” was completely broken
down. Not asingle toad was left of the funny creatures who had
lived there.

Pauline felt very sorry to lose them, She told her mamma
she was sure they would all die of shame wher they found other

foads did not wear any clothes at all.
H. ©. LARNED.





“GO HALVES!”

Lirrtz Fred Mason's father took him to an exhibition of wild
animals,

After they had looked at the elephants, lions, tigers and bears,
they went to see the monkeys. On the way, Mr. Mason bought two
large oranges and gave them to Fred.

There were six cages of small animals. One of them was for the
“happy family.” Fred thought the creatures in it must be called
the “happy family” because the dogs, cats and monkeys were all
the time teasing and plaguing one another. One monkey had a rat
in his lap. He tended it as a mother does her baby. The monkey
was happy, but Mr. Mason did not think the rat liked it very well.

Fred put one orange in his side pocket. He could not wait until
he got home to eat the other. As he walked along among the cages
he seemed to care moré for the fruit than for the animals. He
sucked the orange with all his might till he came toa cage with
three monkeys in it.

One of them looked very sober and solemn. One opened his
mouth and seemed to be laughing. All of them looked at Fred ana
held out their hands.

They could not talk; if they could they would have said, “Go
halves!” ‘

The orange was nice and sweet ; Fred did not wish to “go halves.”
He turned away, for he did not like to be asked for that which he
was not willing to give. The monkeys put their hands out for some
of the oranges, but Fred looked the other way.

Fred should have looked at the monkeys, for the one nearest to
him put out his long arm and snatched the orange from his hand.
Fred tried to get it again. While he was doing so, the solemn mon-
key reached down and took the orange from his pocket. Fred did
not think how near he was to the cage.

Fred began to cry. The laughing monkey had no orange. He
was afraid of the solemn monkey, but he chased the one that had
stolen the orange Fred was eating all over the cage. He got it at
last.

Fred’s father bought two more oranges for him, and he did not

go near the cages again.
MARY BLOOM,







































































































































































“GO HALVES!”





LITTLE GAMES.

“Ring —a—round—a— rosy!”
Cheeks just like a posy;
Eyes that twinkle with delight, -~-
Could there be a fairer sight ?
Little feet that dance in glee;
Voices singing merrily.
Won't you stop a little while ?_
At my question you will smile:
“Rosy [ have never seen, —
Tell me, is she some fair queen 2
Have your lily hands now crowned her,
While you formed a ring around her ?

“Why ‘draw buckets of water

For my tady’s daughter’ ?

Has she spoiled her pretty dress ?
Ah! to wash her face, I guess! _



WHAT WE FOUND IN OUR STOVE,

Very hard ’tis to unravel
What is meant, dears, by. ‘green gravel.’
Then, you say, ‘How barley grows
You, nor I, nor nobody knows ;’
Oats, peas, beans, too, you include:
If the question be not rude,
Darlings, tell why this is done.”
“Ha! ha!” laugh they; “it’s such fun!”

GEORGE COOPER.

WHAT WE FOUND IN OUR STOVE,

Sompruine very strange happened at our house the.other day. In
our cold country we keep a stove in our sitting-room all summer.
Sometimes we have to build a fire, even in July and August.

One afternoon I was surprised to hear a great scratching in the
room. After looking about a little, I found it came from the stove.
Scratch, scratch, scratch, as if some creature was trying hard to get
out. I called my boy of eight years. For afew moments all was still,
and we concluded the poor thing had got out as it had come in.

But we were mistaken; soon came that same clattering noise again,
We removed the top of ie stove and peeped in; nothing was to be
seen in the darkness. We then made bold to open the door and poke
about ; but with no better result. After listening, we decided that ue
cores was between the lining and outside.

But how were we to get at it? Annie came in from the kitchen
armed with a poker. We took out the damper and poked out all the
soot and ashes. We brought to the front—what do you think ?
Why, a little bird, a chimney swallow, chirping and fluttering, poor
thing, with fright. :

One wing seemed to droop a little; so we took it up and put itina
box. If we supposed it was going to stay there we were much mis-

taken. Soon the bird began to recover, and with a little hop was
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WHAT WE FOUND IN OUR STOVE. -

GOR vue box cocking its head and looking with its big,
oright eyes ail about, as if on the alert for any new danger.

A tree was the best and safest place, and Hervin carried it out and
set it gently down. ce
It rose, feebly at first, then soared away over the tops of the houses.

Wasn’t that a queer place to finda birdie? You are glad it got
out, for that very night we had to have a fire. — ;

MRS. W. 8. AMSDEN.





THE JOHN AND LINCOLN FLHET. ~

THE JOHN AND LINCOLN FLEET.

John and Lincoln have a fleet of ten boats. They made these
boats themselves. They are made out of flat chips. They are
whittled round at one end and pointed at the other. Each boat
has a mast and a. sail.

Sometimes they tie these boats together, and call them the
John and Lincoln fleet; they call each other “Captain John”
and “Captain Lincoln.”
They have a big boat
called the Mary; aunt
Mary gave it to them.
The Mary is their flagship.

One day the fleet were
all out when a_ storm
came. The wind blew,
the rain fell, and the
waves were big. Six of
the little boats were
wrecked on a rock. But
the Mary only plunged

a little. It was great
fun. What, a storm at

sea great, fun I Yes, be- CAPTAIN JOHN AND THE MARY.

cause John and Lincoln made the sterm themselves. They made



the wind with the bellows; they poured the big raindrops from
the watering-pot; and they made the high waves by dragging shin-
gics through the water.



THE YACHT STARLIGHT.

THE YACHT STARLIGHT.

The Starlight was in Gloucester harbor for three days, and
Rob and Phyllis went on board with mamma one day, to lunch
with Arthur and Helen and their mamma. They had never been
on a yacht before. They were surprised to find it so pretty. It
was finished in beautiful mahogany with a great deal of brass-
work, the latter brightly shmmg, too, for the housekeeping on
a yacht is always first-rate. . ‘

The ceiling of the cabin was of blue satin, and so were the eur-
tains, which hung before the funny little windows, and at the
doors. On each side of the cabin was a long seat covered with
blue satin cushions.

These cushions lifteC up, and underneath were kept books,
dishes, clothes, in fact, ul! sorts of ‘things. Every bit of room
on a vessel is always precious, there can be so little of it, any-
way. Helen showed Phyllis her sleeping room. It was a mite
of a place, about half as big as the bed Phyllis slept in at
home. The walls were lined with blue satin and the bed was
covered with blue satin, and it was a real blue satin nest for
a little girl, instead of for a bird.

Then they went on deck to watch the sailors, who were run-
ning up and down the rigging. Arthur has been on his father’s
yacht so much, for his father owns. the Starlight, that he can
run up and down the ratlines almost as’ fast as the sailors can.
The ratlines are the rope ladders you see in the picture. There
was on board a big Newfoundland dog named Gil. Arthur’s aunt
Lou told them a story about Gil. ae





THE YACHT STARLIGHT,



SLORY OF THE DOG ON THE YACHT STARLIGHT:

HY STORY OF THE DOG ON THE YACHT STARLIGHT.

OW Gil once belonged to an officer in our
Navy and he sometimes went to sea with his
master.

Once when he went on a voyage a little
kitten went too. She was everybody’s pet
and a very friendly kitty. She was afraid
of Gil, though, and would never let him
come near her, bu. would make such a loud



spitting and growling at him, when he tried
to play with her, that poor Gil had to Z0
away and play by himself.

One day kitty fell overboard and Gil saw her and plunged inte
the sea to save her. Kitty thought it was bad enough to fall
into the water, but to see Gil come jumping after her was too
much, and she was ready to die with fright.

When he opened his great mouth to take her and hold her
above water, she felt sure that her last moment had come, and
she fought and scratched so, that Gil could not get hold of her.

The officers stood watching Gil and pussy. Poor little mistaken
pussy was getting very tired and would soon sink if she did not
let good old Gil save her.

Suddenly Gil dove down out of sight and then rose again just
under kitty, so that she stood on his back. Puss was ‘so glad
to feel something solid under her little tired legs, that she clung
to it with all her nails. Then Gil swam slowly to meet: the boat

which had been sent to pick him Ups 525 hea

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THE NEW PARASOL,

THE NEW PARASOL.

Ive got a brand-new pare
= 50) ie
(Of pink silk trimmed with
lace),
But auntie says ’twill never
keep
The shine out of my
face.
Why not, I wonder: . if it’s
held —
Just in the proper place,
Why won’t it keep the sun-
shine out



Of anybody's face?

She says thick clou@s would hardly do
(Much less pink silk and lace)

To keep the merry sunshine out
Of such a dimpled face,

But mamma says, “Go take your walk,
And never mind aunt Grace.”

I ’spect Tl have to let the sun
Keep shining in my face!



THE MAN WHO WAS SHAKEN BY A LION.

THE MAN WHO WAS SHAKEN BY A LION.

He was David Livingstone. He was a missionary, anda great
traveller too. :

He lived almost all his life in Africa. In some parts of Africa
there are lions. Once he was staying at a certain village. Every
night the lions broke into the yards and carried off a cow
or two, Soa party of natives went out to hunt for them.

Livingstone was’ with |
them. They saw. some
lions, and tried to sur-
round them im a cir-
cle. But the lions got
away.

They were coming
home when Livingstone
saw a. great lion. He
was sitting on a rock
not far away. He fired
at him, but did not hit
him. He stopped to load
his gun again.

He heard the men
shout. He turned and
saw the lion all ready

to spring.



- (A lion crouches to

_& LION,

spring, like a cat.)



THE LAUGHING JACKASS.

‘he: lion sprang upon Livingstone, and seized his shoulder with
his great teeth. He shook him just as a cat shakes a mouse.

Was Livingstone frightened ?. He was frightened when the lion
seized him. But after he shook him he wasn’t a bit afraid.

He said the lion shook the fear all out of him. He felt as if
he was in a pleasant dream. He only wondered what the lion
would do next. i

He did not do anythmg next. He stood with his great paw
on Livingstone’s head till another man fired at him. Then he
sprang on that man and bit him.

Then he sprang on a third man and bit him. And then —~ he
rolled over, dead! So Livingstone escaped.

Livingstone afterwards visited England. The little English chil-
dren used to ask him to tell them the story of how the lion
shook him.

The lion belongs to the cat family. Does not the lion in the
peeture look like a big handsome cat ?

THE LAUGHING JACKASS.

He always begins his queer cry about an hour before sunrise.

Then he is heard again just at noon, and again at sunset. So
he has another name. He is called the “ Bushman’s clock.”

In Australia there are great tracts of land where few white
people live. These tracts of land are called “The Bush;” and
the settlers on these lands are called Bushmen.

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LAUGHING JACKASSES,



THE LAUGHING JACKASS.

“the Bushman at his work. He watches him as he pitches his tent,
and builds his fire and cooks his supper. He is a kingfisher.

Kingfishers generally live near the water. But this great brown
fisher lives in the woods. He eats crabs and insects. He rel-.
lishes lizards very much,
and there are plenty of
lizards in Australia.

He hates snakes. A
great many snakes are
found in Australia, and
many of them are very
poisonous.

The laughing jackass
is not a bit afraid of
‘them. He kills them
with his long, sharp
bill.

When he -is angry
he raises the crest on
his head. -

His color is a fine

a \
: fae \
chestnut brown mixed ‘ha4\\



with white. His wings: STE LISTENS TO THE CRY OF TITE LAUGHING JACKASS
are slightly blue. ‘ oo
The mother-bird lays her eggs in a hole in a gum-tree. She.
does not build a nest. She lays her eggs on the rotton wood at
the bottom of the hole. Her eggs are a lovely pearl white.
Here is one of the black men who live in Australia. He is-

listening to the cry of the laughing jackass.



THE TRICK THEY ¢LAYED ON JOCKO.

THE TRICK THEY PLAYED ON JOCKO.

Jocko was homesick. Jocko was a forest creature. He was born
to tread the ground, and climb trees, and eat sweet wild fruits.

Jocko liked to leap from tree to tree, and run about over
miles of woodland. Now he found himself in a cage.. He called
and cried, but none of his little brown playmates answered.

He could see only blue waves, and the ropes and masts and

sails of the ship. He was tossed up and down. His cage swung

seasick.



from side to side. The motion made him sick

After many days, he saw the land again. But it was not forest
land. It was brown land—city land. No moss, no vines, no dewy
green grass, no flowers! All stone and brick! His cage was
carried into a hotel dining-room where people came and sat down
and talked in German, and ate things that Jocko knew were
not good to eat—bread and pies and ‘cheese and sauerkraut and
meat. Oh, how Jocko wanted a fresh sweet cocoanut !

But by and by Jocko was not so homesick. The cook was kind
to him, and gave him sweet bits to eat. The visitors took him
up and petted hin. The little girl who lived at the hotel made
him a nice bed in the little crib she used to sleep in.

So at last Jocko had a good time, and forgot about the woods.

But one day little Gretchen played a trick on him to see what he
would do. She knew he was fond of white lump sugar. So she
filled a bottle with lumps of sugar. Then she gave it to Jocko.
Jocko was wild with delight when he saw the sugar. He
jumped up in a chair and lifted the bottle to his mouth.

But Gretchen had put in a cork. The sugar would not pour out.



THE TRICK THHY PLAYED ON JOCK.

It was very funny then to see what trouble Jocko was in. He
would tilt the bottle up and try to drink the sugar out of tie
neck. Then he would try to shake it out at the bottom. Then
he would sit, still and look at the lumps. Then he would try to
bite through the glass. Then he would jump down and run away,
‘Then he would come back and catch the bottle again and roll
the lumps about, and chatter and scold as he heard them rattle.

This went on for several days. Hverybody came in to see little
Gretchen’s monkey and his Sc
sugar bottle.

But one day the cose let
a jar of olives fall. It broke;
and the olives rolled out on
the floor. Jocko gave a lit-.
tle scream of joy. Like a
flash, up he sprang to a high
cupboard with his sugar bot-
tle, and gave it a mighty
fling. Down it came —crash!

Out the lumps rolled over
the floor. Down sprang Jocko.
‘He shouted with delight. He
had a sweet feast.

Oh, how he munched and GRETCHEN.
crunched and chattered! And now, what do you think happened ?

He would seize every bottle and can and pitcher that was lett
within reach. Up he would run to the top of seme high cup-
board or shelf and dash it to the floor! Such mischief as he made!

Little Gretchen had to give him away at last because he broie
everything he could lay his reguish paws upon.





SOME OTHER THINGS B OBBY SAW AT SEA.

SOME OTHER THINGS BOBBY SAW AT SEA.

He saw the stormy petrels. They
flew about the ship almost every day. .
They liked~to eat the scraps the cook
threw overboard.

The petrels are sooty black. Their
feet are partly webbed.

They sit and float upon the water.
They run about over the water. In
stormy weather they fly through tha



THE STORMY PETREL.

dashing foam.

Bobby’s mamma told him many things about the stormy petrel
She told him how the stormy petrel flies far, far away from land.
lis home is on the sea. He can fly all day long and not be tired.

The stormy petrel hardly ever goes.on land except to lay her

egos. Her nest is in a hole in some high cliff by the sea. She

hatelics one: little bird Ib looks like a ball of quit, “The nest
smells very oily.

The stormy petrel is very oily, like all sea birds. He is so full.
of oil that the people of the Faroe Islands sometimes use him for
a lamp. They take a dead petrel and run a wick through him.
Then they set him on end and light the wick and he gives a very
good light’ indeed !

The ‘sailors call the stormy petrel “Mother Carey’s chickens.

The name of Bobby’s ship was The Jefferson. Once when the
Jefferson was in an English port, Bobby saw something very pretty.
It, was a bird’s nest, It was. built in the rigging of a ship.



SOME OTHER THINGS BOBBY SAW AT SEA.

This ship had been lying in port a good while. The nest was
built in a block where some of the cordage runs. It was built

by a pair of chaffinches.
Now the chaffinch is not a sea bird; it is a land bird. It
builds its nest in trees and hedges. It builds a cosey little nest

out of moss and wool and _ hair.









It is deep and round like a cup.
But this’ pretty. pair of chaf-

finches found a new place in which

to build their nest. It was even

more airy than the top of a tree. yu :

See it in the picture! Day by

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an
flew busily to and_ fro. Many other people watched them too.

The chaffinch is a cheerful little bird. In the countries where
he lives, he is heard merrily whistling in the spring time. There
he sits singing to his mate who is keeping her eggs warm. Happy
little fellow!

THE CHAFFINCHES’ NEST.