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Little playmates

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Title:
Little playmates illustrated stories for little folks
Creator:
Brine, Mary D. (Mary Dow) ( Author )
Allen, Mary A., active 19th century ( Author )
Share, H. Pruett, 1853-1905 ( Illustrator )
Hassam, Childe, 1859-1935 ( Illustrator )
Humphrey, Maud, b. 1868 ( Illustrator )
Church, Frederick S. (Frederick Stuart), 1842-1924 ( illustrator )
Peters, DeWitt Clinton, b. 1865 ( Illustrator )
Hopkins, Livingston, 1846-1927 ( Illustrator )
Dorr, S. E. (Illustrator) ( Illustrator )
Merrill, Frank T ( Frank Thayer ), b. 1848 ( Illustrator )
Dale, Daphne, 1853-1938 ( Editor )
W.B. Conkey Company ( Publisher )
Place of Publication:
London ;
New York ;
Chicago
Publisher:
W.B. Conkey Company
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English
Physical Description:
1 v. (unpaged) : ill. (some col.) ; 25 cm.

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Subjects / Keywords:
Children's literature ( lcsh )
Children's stories ( lcsh )
Children's poetry ( lcsh )
Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile literature ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile literature ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1894 ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1894 ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1894
Genre:
Children's stories
Children's poetry
Spatial Coverage:
England -- London
United States -- New York -- New York
United States -- Illinois -- Chicago
Target Audience:
juvenile ( marctarget )

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General Note:
Some text and illustrations in a color.
Statement of Responsibility:
by Mary E. Brine, Mary A. Allen ... etc. ; original illustrations by H. Pruett Share, F. Childe Hassam, Maud Humphrey, F.S. Church, D.C. Peters, L. Hopkins, S.E. Dorr, F.T. Merrill, etc. ; edited by Daphne Dale.

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A PERILOUS VOYAGE.



LITTLE
PLAYMATES:

i llustrated one jor Lilie
Folks.

BY

MARY E. BRINE, MARY A. ALLEN, MRS. D. P. SANFORD,
MARIAN DOUGLAS, FAITH WYNNE, ANSON HUN.
TER, CULMER BARNES, JULIA P. BALLARD,
MOTHER CAREY 2 EG J25C,

ORIGINAL ILL USTRA LIONS.

BY

H. PRUETT SHARE, F. CHILDE HASSAM, MAUDE HUMPH-
REM ES eChHUREH b. CAPE TERS, Ee wOPRINS,
5. E, DORR, F. T. MERRILL, ETC.

- EDITED BY

DAPHNAB DALA.

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







“LIFTLE PLAYMATES.

_ HE COULD NOT “SEE TO SLEEP.”

- littl Alberts mother
Tucked him snug in_ bed,
Kissed the shining ringlets
Of his pretty head.

And she said, “Good angels
Loving watch will keep
Over little Albert
While he goes to sleep.”

[t was in the country,
And a katydid,

Close beside the window,
In a tree was hid.

Albert heard its chatter,
With a strange affright,

And he said “You mustn't
Take away the light.”









































































































































































































































































































































































































“Oh,” replied his mother,
“Angels watch will keep.”
“But, I, 1)” sobbed Albert,

-“ Cannot. see to sleep.

AGNES LEONARD

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ON THE BEACH.

Dory and Dolly spent a whole day at the beach. Dory used his
shovel, and Dolly carted the sand he dug up im her little wagon. It
was a pleasant day, and there were plenty of people on the shore.

Among them was a very old man. His clothes were all in rags.

He said he had to take care of his sick daughter and his little

grandson. He had been sick himself, and not able to work. He
had come to the beach to dig clams, for they had nothing in the
house to eat.

Dory helped him with his ek While he was at work, Dolly
ran down to him with a silver dollar im her hand. She had found it
in the sand she had in her wagon. She and Dory talked it over.
Dory told her about the poor old man, and they. por! to give the
dollar to him. _

They walked down to the water, where he was turning up the
clams. He looked very sad; but when the dollar was put into his
hand he smiled, and looked happy. Dory and Dolly were as happy

as he was, for “it is more blessed to give than to receive.”

UNCLE FORRESTEF



NOBODY KNOWS.

“Dear little Lilian! where has she gone?

Up in the attic, or out on the lawn?

There, in the cornfield, she’s watching the crows;
What she is thinking of nobody knows.

Now in the garden and now in the park,
Singing and chatting from morning till dark;
Stopping to talk to the flowers as she ZOEeS,

_ What she is telling them nobody knows.

Dear little Lilian, busy and bright, |
Happy and smiling from morning till night,
_ Fair as a lily and sweet as a rose;

_How we all love her nobody knows.

MRS. SUSAN ARCHER WEISS

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~ BLACKBERRYING.

Over the fields where bid tame stray,

Two little maidens are rambling to-day.

Black eyes and blue eyes bent to the ground,

Searching each nook where a berry is found. —

Little brown fingers stained to the tips;

Sweeter than berries the soft rosy lips.

Gayly they chatter, the wee maidens sweet, |
Wild rose and daisy beneath the small feet.

Brown curls and golden almost entwined,

As two little maidens one berry must find.

- Under the sunny skies, laugh as you go
Over the fields where the blackberries grow.

LUCY RANDOLPH FLEMING. :



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GOING HOME,



IN THE MEADOW.

Dewn in the meadow, all the long day,

My little Bess plays among the sweet hay.

She dances along with a step so light

Over clover-tops red and violets white.

She plays bo-peep in the heaped-up hay,

She cares to do nothing but laugh and play.

At noontime she eats her nice lunch by the brink

Of the brook where the bobolinks come down to
drink, |

“Haw, Whitefoot! gee, Brownie!” Bess dances
with glee;
She never gets tired of dancing, you see.
Here come the fat oxen with hay-cart behind.
New rake up the hay, and, “Bess, do you po 7
_ And not be in the way,
But rake up the hay
With your own rake, | say,
As fast as you may.”
And now on the top of the load, safe from harm,
Our Bess rides home with papa to the barn.
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IN THE MERRY MONTH OF MAY.

In the merry month of May
Come the leaves and flowers gay;
A soft carpet of green o’er the brown. earth is spread,
And the flocks from the fold to the pastures are led.
Then the birds on the trees,
In the soft spring breeze,
From the dawn until dark carol sweet songs of praise,
And the frogs in the meadows pipe back their rude lays.

In the merry month of May
Comes out little Jenny Gray, ; er
From her toys and her plays in her own winter home, -
*Mid the blossoming trees and the green vines to roam.
In the soft and sweet spring air
Jenny’s cheeks grow red and fair;
How she laughs and she sings as she roves v’er the ereen |
How her heart glows with joy as she looks on the ‘scene!

In the merry month of May
Happy Mother Robin lay
Her three little blue eggs in the nest on the tree;
And then Jenny Gray wished that a bird she could be,
_ With a pair of wings to. fly
To the clear blue arching sky.
But her mamma was glad she never hada wing
As she looked for stray Jenny. the runaway thing!

UNCLE FORRESTER,













































































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BESSY’S DREAM.

Duar little Bessy, all tired with play,
‘Sat down to rest, on a warm, sunny day,
Under the shade of an apple tree,
By the side of the brooklet growing.
She wore a white bonnet and gingham dress,
And what a sweet picture was sweet little Bess,
With her sunny hair, so wild and free,
Over her shoulders flowing !

The murmuring brook, as it glided by,
Whispered to Bessy a sweet lullaby;
Her eyes grew heavy, her curly head dropped,
And soon she was fast asleep.
She had scarcely slept but a moment or two,
When three little fairies, all dressed in bright blue,
Softly down from the apple tree hopped,
And into her eyes did peep.

Finding her sleeping, they pe a slight sound,
And goon all the fairies came hopping around.
They took off her gingham, and dressed her in silk,

And one little fairy said: :

“Dear Bessy, we've come to invite you to tea,

Our food is as dainty as dainty can be-

Sweetest of honey and best of milk—
Come, for our table is spread.”

She woke with a start, and opened her eyes,
And what do you think was her great surprise?
No fairy table was waiting neav,
And in the place of her robe of silk
She wore her. white bonnet and pink gingham di ess;
And instead of the fairy—do. you think you can eet
Mamma and Carlo were standing there,
With her bowl of bread and milk.
‘GRACE S. BROWN

























































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































CRADLE SONG.

Husx-a-sy, baby, the bees in the clover—

The red, red clover— have fallen asleep,
' Swaying and swinging, now under, now over,
In the red, red clover,

-So sweet and so deep.

Hush-a-by, baby, the cows from the meadows—

The green, green meadows—are loitermg home;
Their bells tinkle softly as through dew and shadows,
From the green, green meadows. _

They loitering come.

Hush-a-by, baby, the birds and the flowers —

The sweet, sweet- flowers —have fallen asleep; 2
They sway and they swing through the soft, dewy hours,
The sweet, sweet flowers,

In meadows so deep.

Hush-a-by, baby, ’tis time you-were sleeping,

So sweet, sweetly sleeping in dreamland afar;
Low over the meadows the night mists are creeping,
Tis time you were sleeping,
My baby, my star!

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WHERE THE LITTLE FOLKS
SPENT VACATION.







ON BOARD.



THE summer is
over and the little
ones are home again
and they have en-
joyed themselves. —

Little Joey and his.
sister visited their lit-
tle cousins who live
by the sea shore.

They would go
down on the beach
and play in the sand.
They could see. the

ships as they sailed through the water. ‘They

watched the sea-gulls

and other brrds as they

flew through the air, dip-
‘ping their wings in the
waves. It was a pleasant
time they had, indeed.
Joey wants to be a sailor,
and says when he grows
to be a man he will own
his own ship and sail to

China and other lands.







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Little Freddie and
his sister Anna spent a
month with their erand-
ma in the country.
How strange it seemed.
to go out in the fields

where there was so

much room to play.
Grandma had so many
chickens, some of them
so little; Freddie wanted
to know of his mama

why she did not buy

ae chickens like ee with fur on them, instead
of the big ones with feathers. :

Anna took her story
book with her and read
fairy tales to two little
friends she met. She
can read quite well, and
knows many pretty

stories her mama has

told her. How nice it
is to be able to read and
entertain our little
friends. a
They took many
walks through the
woods, near the house.







SECRETS,



gi, Lhey saw squirrels _ in the
trees, and Anna asked where
the squirrels lived, and her
little friends told her how
they lived in the trees, and —
how they carried nuts and
other food to their holes, so
», they would have something
~ to eat in the winter, when
snow was on the ground, and when it was cold.
What most amused Anna was the well and how
the water was brought up out of it in a bucket fast-
ened to the end of a long rope. Freddie wanted
to look down the well and see the water, but mama
said “No,” that he might fall in.

They all went down into the orchard, and Fred-
die and Anna saw where eee came from; how
they grew on trees. Fred- 2
die wanted to know what
made some apples have |
“sour in them, and won-
dered if it was a “sour”
tree; and when he saw
the crab-apple he wanted
to know when they would
grow large like the others.

Mary and Fanny had
no country friends to vis-. â„¢ 7
it, so they stayed at home. Bt ae









They were. happy, too,
for with each day came
some new work they
could do to help -their

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mama. ihey would

though mama always
swept the same floor
er them, she always
toid them what a great
help they were to- her.
Perhaps it was because
they did all they could,
SINGING. = and did it so cheerfully.
Now, there is the baby. He does not do any-.
‘thing to help mama. He tears our books, cries
and is real. cross some ae
times, but do you know
somehow mama_ loves
him, and really we do too.
Why? Well, he is so
sweet. Mama says the
house would be too quiet
if it were not for his
noise. :
~ Now that our little
folks have all had a.va- _
cation, they are ready for
study again. Some of READING.







































































them are too young
to go to school, so
their mamas send
them to the kinder-
garten.. Elere they

are taught many use-
ul things.

The room has_
many little chairs and
tables, just the right
size for such little
scholars.

They are taught to So
cutmanyprettythings ~ —SCs ru.
out of paper, and with paste they Bald these a
of paper into many kinds of pretty boxes and other
toys. Then, too, they are taught many a
songs. They have a number of drills and marche
We wish you could visit them and give ee a
chance to show you how pleasant their “Tittle school
is. Soon they will be old enough to leave the
kindergarten and go to another school with the
older boys and girls.





































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































- MY BABY. :











































































































































































































OUT THE WINDOW.



SPOTTY.

A urrTiz dog I used to know,
When I was little, long ago,
He came if I was bad,
And sat upon my back, folks said,
But vanished when I laughed instead :
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Tf I looked cross, began to pout,

Or threw my toys or books aboué, -

: Tf TE looked sour and black,

Aunt Jane would say, although she smiled,

“Why, I can see what ails the child:
There’s Spotty on her back!”



&POTTY.
« Aunt Jane,” I cried, “oh, brush him down!”
And Auntie laughed, forgot to frown,
- And hugged and kissed me, too.
“There, Nellie, child, he’s gone, you see; -
Now, laugh, —the brighter you can be
The less he'll come to you!”

If you are loving, gentle, kind,
Then “Spotty” we can never find ;
Good temper makes him pack;
‘But when I see you. whine and fret,
I think I hear Aunt Jane say yet,
“ There’s Spotty on your back!

oF

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A SAD STORY.

Four little mousies found their way

Into a pantry one fine day.

Through a hole ia the plaster wall,
What do you think befell them all?

One jumped up to help himself

To cheese he smelt on the highest shelf.

Alas! ‘twas set in a dreadful trap,

Which finished that mouse with one quick snap.

The next was frightened, and ran and ran,

And fell down splash in an earthen pan.



Twas filled with milk to the very brim—

Poor mousie! that was the last of him.



‘A SAD STORE

The next one barely had time to ‘squeak,
When pussy, quiet and sly and sleek, -



Sprang from her seat upon the floor ;

That poor little mouse will squeak no more.







TRADERS Z N 8. TAPLES,

- ee What ecaane of the ane ane?
ee ee started off on a lively run, ee





gg
‘With a dismal squeak and a ao wale - - 7 a =
‘And that’s the end of my mournful tale. |
ANON ¥, MOUS.
= - 2 2 “TRADERS IN STAPLES.
Oh Tm a aa buteher-boy,
A Tittle English butcher-boy,
— And what, sir, pray, are you?
ot carry meat -
eee ee All down the street ;
a hs = And es ‘do you do?

Oh, Tm a jolly baker-boy,
A little English baker-boy, 5
“And that, sir, is my. trade.
Upon my head ae
I carry bread,

| SS = eee ce The bess, sir, that is ‘made. — 2









THE NEW BABY.





ye THE NEW BABY.
“How do, you do, little Mary?” said 1.

She put her finger in her mouth, but did not speak. Isat on the
sofa, holding the new baby.. Mary did not like the baby, and that.
was why a stood ever so far awa; aad frowned.

“Ts your dolly pretty well?” I asked.

She blushed, and hung her head. Then she ran and climbed
upon mamma’s bed with that big, big wax dolly, and began to ery.

“Dear little Mary!” said mamma, putting her arm about her, and
holding her close to her heart. But little Mary only eried the more.

“Q mamma,” said she, “I love you, I love papa, I love all the |
folks, but I. don’t love the baby! Baby is naughty!” .
Mamma, looked’ sad. She knew Mary had not been hee since |
the little brother came. She did not like to have any one rock him, |
or sing to him, or kiss fan She ‘wanted all the kisses herself; and —

then, too, she was so afraid mamma would forget to love her, now
that the new baby was here,





THE NEw BABY.

Poor little Mary! This was a sad mistake. Her mother’s heart
was very large, —large enough to hold and love two cae children
just as well as one.

T went away thinking how dear and sweet that baby was, with his
soft blue eyes, and smiling mouth, and cunning hands; but I did not
like to think his sister ais
Mary had frowned at him,

saying such unkind words.

Four weeks after this I
‘saw the pretty baby again.
He was pale and weak, for
he had been very ill; but

-the doctor said he would
soon be well. He lay in
his mother’s arms, Mary

kneeling beside him, kiss-
ing his dear little hands
and face and feet. _

“Mary loves her brother -
now,’ said mamma.

“Oh, yes: I knew that
the moment I saw her. -

“She was so sorry when
she thought God * as going

-.. totake himaway,” mamma
said, “and she means now.
to be always good to him.
if God lets hin stay here
with’ us.

“T’m.so glad!” said 1, os"

And then little Mary hid her fae in her baby brother’s bosom,
and I heard her whisper, ak love mamma, I love papa, I love you,
and I love God!”

‘Tears came in mamma’s eyes, but she kissed her little daughter,

“with a tender smile; and I thought [ fod never, never seen, her.
look so happy before,



SOPHIE MAY.







THE TAME CROW,

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THE TAME CROW.

Amos Lone lives on the fa next to ours. One day in spring
he caught a young crow in the field. He took him home and tamed
him. He taught him some funny tricks.

When the crow was full grown the cat had some ee Mink,
as the bird was called, weal ‘take the tail of one of the kitties in ‘his
bill and drag her around the room. Neither the kitty nor its

- mother liked this, and they ried with all theit might.

_ Mink used. to steal thimbles, spools of thread, “gloves, | and other

things, and hide them in out-of the-way places. If. he saw a hand-—

_kerchief | sticking out of any one’s nocket, he would snap at it and
ras: it out. Onc time, Mr. ae felt a tapping at: his back, and.

found that, Mink was filling his coat- pocket with red berries.

When the men are milling Ain! k will hop along and peck the -
cows’ noses. Mink will not let any one take him up, or pet him;
bot if any person holds out a stick, no matter how short it is, he
will perch upon it, On this” stick he will let — be carried
about the house. ee

: CORA BONKER.











HOW EDA AMUSED THE BABY.

HOW EDA AMUSED THE BABY.
Mamma is busy, nurse is sick, and it falls to
_ Eda’s lot to amuse baby Bessie. She draws her.
along in her-carriage through the buttercup mead-
ow and down to the little river. While she stops _
on the bank to throw stones into the water, 2













: She







= thought | comes’ into her head. Her eyes twinkle
"_ and she says to ihe baby, —
= “Oh, Jets play canal boat! That will amuse _
you better than anything. Mamma said I must
“amuse | you, don't you. a 2 You sit very still,





HOW EDA AMUSED THE BABY.

like a dear, good little girl. I will run back and
get a tub and play it’s a canal-boat. I will get a
rope, too, and be the mule that me it along, you
know.”

Bessie does n't “know” at all. She sits still till
Eda comes with a tub and a rope and a very red
face. The tub was awkward to carry, and knock-

ed against her ankles at every step, almost making
them bleed: :

She puts Bessie into the tub, but the little lips —
begin to quiver, for she has never had a tub ride
on. the water. ,

Eda sees the cry coming. She gives her some
light finger-taps on eye - nose, mouth and chin,
and says, — :

“* Kye winker, Tom Ti nker, nose dropper,
Mouth eater, chin chopper, chin chopper.”

Bessie laughs a little, and clutches the sides of
the tub with her chubby hands. The mule starts
off, singing, — i

~ “T have a little sister, and we call her Peep, Peep; ;

She wades in the water deep, deep, deep,”
when over goes the little sister, tub and all! But
the water is not “deep, deep, deep,’ and she keeps
her pretty head up, like a’ little turtle taking his
‘sun-bath: Eda dashes in and drags her out.
They both. set up a shriek that brings mamma

running to them, and she takes them home to dry.
ee FAITH WYNNE,





ee GOING TO BED.



GOING TO BED.

Tue little brown sparrows, be long coed to sing,
; “They re each fast asleep in his nest;

oo “The chickens are quiet beneath the. hen’s wing;
a _ The. cow-bell has hushed its ding-a-ling, ding, -~
Tis time Bertie-boy was at rest.







CUNNING MICH.

- : I'll oe off he pretty kult dress and blue tie,

- And put on his wrapper instead ;
_ Then, affer his sweet good- night kiss to dear Guy,
~ And low-spoken prayer to Heaven on high,

I'll cover him nicely 1 in bed. |

And all the night long an angel will ep
A loving watch over his rest : | i
~ While in through his window the bright stars. will

_, And dreams soft a nds pretty aroun a bin Wi a ‘creep,
Til morn wakes each bird 1 in is nest.
“MO ey CAREY.

CUNNING ‘MICE.

Uri in the garret in our. house there ined to-be
lots of mice.. But they never were any trouble
until one day papa put some corn there to dry, so

that he could use it to plant in the spring. When
he went to look at it, not long after, he found fiat
much of it had been carried off by the mice. |

So he told me. that he would givé mé.a penny
for every mouse | would cateh. — I was delighted,









CUNNING MICE,

ae edo got our old fae ae some cheese.
in it, and placed it in the garret. |

The trap had but two holes, and so could catch
tan two mice at a time. But 1 thought that a
_ great many, when for three mornings | had found
the trap full, and had been paid six cents for the
mice. I thought how rich I should be if I found



































two 1 mice in: the. ee on every morning foe a
«But it did not happen so, unfortunately for me.
One morning , when T went to look at my tap,
1 found it _sprung, and the cheese all gone, but
thee was no mouse. I set the trap again, and
the next morning it was the same way,—trap
sprung, but | no mice and no cheese. i told papa

Pa





CUNNING MICE.

abeut it, arid he was so much surprised that he
said he would watch for the mice the next night ,
and find out how they did it. -
Well, he went up to the garret long after I had
gone to sleép. First, he heard a little squeak,
then in the bright moonlight he saw a little gray
mouse, with large ears and bright eyes, looking

‘out from behind a barrel. Then the little fellow _

came out, looked around to see that there was no

gave another little squeak, when

three.or four more came~ out, and all went. to the —

danger, and then

trap, peeked’ into it, and saw that there was more

supper for them. But they did not any of them
put their heads in to eat it The largest mouse
put his tail into the holes, and, hitting the cheese, -
sprung the trap ; then he pulled out. his tail, got
the cheese, and shared it with the others.

They all seemed quite happy i in thinking con , :

nicely they were cheating that little boy whom
_ they saw so carefully setting the Uae to catch

them.
: “CULMER BARNES,







SCHOOL—TIME.

_ Lacarne feet, how slow they go,
Heigh ho! Heigh ho!
On their way to school, you know,
‘Heigh ho! heigh ho!

By and by they'll swiftly run,
Sing oh! sing oki!
Home again, for school is ‘done.

Sing oh! sing ob!
: ae KAY BEB)



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ONE
TWO = FOUR, oe

Letters in Ia; oe z Letters in door :



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HIGHT,
In play-mate ;

“PLAYMATE



_ PENNSYLVANIA.



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BAD,







HOW. MISCHIEF TOOK THE ROSEBUD.

One little rose. had Mamma Fay,

_ Deep in the window growing,

And on its slender, drooping stem
A pink-white bud was showing.

Now little, darling Mischief Fay,
The pink-white bud espying,
Crept softly to the window-seat,

And quick on tiptoe standing,










“BOSE AND Sau.
Nipped off the Gud then ran away,
And when his mamma, crying,

0 naughty, naughty Mischief. Fay!
‘So bad, SO. disobeying | os

He oe lauched, and lisping said,
Careless of what he’d done, —
ef Why, - mamma, here ’th the ittle bud,

Take it, and thew if on.) |
ELIZABETH A. DAVIS. °

| BOSE AND SAM
- You knew Bose, who lived at Squire Fiocton's
on the hill? He was a large, gray, shaggy dog.



“Bam was a onal oe terrier, and ds home ¥ was
i the village.







BOSE AND SAM.

One day Bose was near Sam’s house, when he
all at once grew sick. He lay down and cried,
and the big tears ran down his cheeks.

Little Sam came up, and I think he asked Bose
how he felt, for soon Bose rose up and tried to
walk home. Sam ran by his side, and now and
then jumped and barked as if to help poor Bose to
bear his pain. Bose lay down to rest two or three
times, and Sam lay down with him.

At last they reached Squire Horton’s, and Sam
barked till Jane came to the door and took care of
Bose. Then Sam ran home.

The day after he came to see Bose and cheer
him up. Then he came again the next day, and -
ran about the house and ie barn, but could not
find his friend,

Poor Bose was dead. After a time Sam found
his grave, and there he lay dewn and howled.
But soon he went back to his home, and he did
not go to Squire Horton’s any more. ae



4A



AFTER. THE RAIN.



: AFTER Tee AEN

It had rained all night and until breakfast- time.
Then, just as Millie went to the window to see if
there was any sign of its clearing off, the sun came
out bright and clear. In a little while the clouds
were all gone.

“Just see the water in the paths!” said Ned,
-as he, Winnie, and Millie looked out the window.

“Look at that dear little pond at the foot of the
garden!” cried Millie.

“Wouldn't it be lovely to on through ?”
added Winnie.

“We could make splendid mud pies =e cakes
there,” said Millie.



AFTER THE RAIN.

-“T wonder if mamma would let us,” began Ned.

-“T think she would,” said their mother, who had
come in without their hearing her. “But you
must put on your old clothes, and come into the
house in time to be dressed before dinner.”

«Yes,’m; we will,” they all said at once.

Tt was not long before Millie and Winnie, in
their oldest calico dresses, and Ned, with his worn-
out pants rolled above his knees, were splashing in
the pond. = =. : oe

First they sailed chips for boats; then they
played the chips were whales, and caught them
with spears made of sticks. By the time the
whales were all disposed of, ‘they were ready to
- make mud pies out of the nice soft mud on the
edge of the pond. :

Millie made one pie in an old tin pan. She
even made “twinkles” around the edge, as Hannah, -
the cook, did. : , |
~ Winnie made one in a box-lid and filled it with
green currants. She put a top crust on, and cut
out half-moons in it so the fruit showed through.

Ned would not make pies, for he said that was
girl’s work; so he made a dam across the pond.

They played until nurse rang the bell tor them
to come in and be dressed. ‘They all said they

had not had so much fun for a long time.
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“On, see that
pretty moss! It is
like a star!”

It was clinging to
a rock by the sea-
shore. It was not
moss, but an animal.

“Tt is. a sea-stax,
Nellie, or a star-fish,
as some call it. Take it in your hand. You
will not be hurt.”

“Why, Uncle John! he is all lene Where
are his eyes and nose?”

“The sea-star has neither eyes, nose, nor ears,
Nellie. In fact, he has no head at all. Those
little feelers on What you call his legs are really Be the legs and AYins
he has. His mouth and stomach are all the same.”

“Oh, how funny!”

“Yes, he is a curious animal. When he has finished one meal some
of those little arms sweep his stomach clean, and then he is ready for
- another.”

“And what does he have to eat ?”

“Well, Miss Nellie, he is as fond of oysters as you are. Though
he seems so feeble, the strongest shell-fish cannot escape him. He
sends a poisonous juice through the valves of the oyster, which makes
him open his shell. Then the sea-star has a fine feast ! ”



























































































THE SEA-STAR.

“The wicked creature !”

«“ Yes, the oyster fishermen are no friends of the star-fish. But he
makes a pretty ornament when dried. Do you want to take him
home?”

“Tam afraid of being poisoned.”



«TJ will tell you what todo. Place him in this little wooden box.
I will bore some holes in it. Then put him down over an ant’s nest.
They will prepare him nicely for you. His poison does not harm the

ants.. Perhaps there are ant doctors who cure them.”
KHAM.





THE CIRCUS.

I went over to Mrs. Good’s to spend the day. I did not know.
there was to be a circus that day. After dimmer Mrs. Good said it
was time to go to the circus.

Mrs. Good had ten children. They were all going to the circus
but the eldest. -

The circus ring was under the big oak. On one side were chairs
and benches to sit on; on the other side were animals in cages.




i, i yp We paid two pins for a ticket. The
AUN tickets were blue, and said, ‘‘ Admit one.”
Walter Good was the showman. He took us around to see the
animals. He was a good showman.

“Here,” said he, “is the beautiful ostrich of Arabia. Its wing's
are too small fo fly with, but they help it inrunning. Look at its
long legs. The ostrich can run faster than any horse except our
Selim. Its feathers are used to trim hats. They cost a great deal.
My sister cannot afford to buy one for her hat.”



THE CIRCUS.

We all admired the ostrich. It was in a cracker-box, with strips
of shingles nailed roel ee eee |v it. / > Dhig
ostrich looked. : very much like a
long-legged light Brahma chicken.
But of course we were too polite to
say SO.

“Tn this cage,”
man, “you seea ¥
Brazil. He is too ¢ ce
This was a pretty Wee
had given Jeanie. :

Tn a wash-basin were some tiny yellow ducks. Walter called
them swans.

[And now,” said he, “I will show you the greatest wonder of all.
A royal Bengal tiger with cubs! - Every circus has a tiger, but not
the cubs. The tiger, as you all know, belongs to the cat family. It

a é has cat claws and cat

aN teeth. It prowls about in
the night for food, like a
cat.” i
B It did look very much _}
‘z like a cat,—the Maltese |
2’. cat and her kittens.
ee Then Walter showed us |
the lion. He was tied to a chair-leg. When the u i
lion roared, it sounded like a dog barking. ;

When we had all sat down, a pair of ponies came prancing into
the ring, — Bruno and Bose. Ernest drove them with long: lines and
a whip. :

Then there was a fine trapeze performance by Benton in the
swing.

After this we had a beautiful concert, with songs and readings by ~
Alice, Jeanie, and Willie. ct

It was the best cixcus I ever went #o, It was well worth two pins.

MRS. L. A. B, CURTIS,





\42 said the show-
WE fp.

y. fine parrot from
> young to talk.”
mourning dove I







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TREE-TOADS.

esa’ YOU ever hear an odd little chirp from some tree or vine near
the house? When you caught the
musician you found that it was a lively
little green toad. He is not much like
the great brown fellow who hops about
the garden at dusk, catching the bugs
and spiders which would soon spoil -
your. pretty plants. Those of our
country are, as I said, small, and very
near the color of the leaves or bark of
the trees to which they cling. ‘They
have some very curious relatives in
other parts of the world. The mother-
-toads, in topical Africa, put their eggs
on leaves by the side of small streams.
When the rain comes it washes them
into the water, which will furnish them
food after they are hatched. A good
old lady toad’s family in Martinique
rides about upon her back. In the
Andes mamma toadie carries her baby
in a sort of bag on her back,

In New Guinea there is a curious
little fellow, which flies almost like a
flying squirrel. His toes and fingers
are webbed, and look like great fans



outspread, as he springs from limb to
limb. They are only four inches in length, and the web of their
hind foot expands to four square inches. You see. that their feet
are their most prominent feature.



TREE-TOADS. — s

Nearly all the tree-toads are green or brown in color. A kind
Creator gives them this color, as a protection from their enemies, as
i, makes it more difficult to find them. One species frightens its sbes
by a luminous secretion ; another gives forth a very strong, pungene



odor when nee Like their achine of the garden, they destroy
many poisonous insects.
One bright little fellow is a natural barometer. To make him use-
ful he must be placed in a bottle, with a small ladder. Up this he
climbs in pleasant weather, to enjoy the scene, as any one else would.
But if the clouds are gathering, or a storm threatens, down to the
bowtom of the bottle he goes till the weather improves again.

MRS. FRANCES SMITH,



THE WOUNDED EAGLE.































































































of
eagles had
built their













oak tree, and there thought them-
= selves safe. They had reared their
a young brood in the same place the
- year before, and did not know of
i fs any danger about to overtake them.
Moe: One day two sportsmen passed
that way, and-as one of the birds was circling round the tree,
they proposed to shoot it. Quick as thought, a gun was raised,
and bang! down came the royal bird, shot through the wing. He
still, however, made such brave use of wings, beak, and claws, that
the hunters feared to approach him, and left him, as they thought,
to die.

Next day a young man, driving through a field of the same farm,
found the wounded bird in a ditch. He went near it, in spite of
much flapping of wings, and striking out with beak and talons. The
angry bird caught his leg in its fierce beak, and would not let go.
A friend came to his aid, and together they captured the eagle.
They fastened him with a strong rope, and carried him home. Then
they set the broken wing, and put him in a large, airy house.



THE WOUNDED EAGLE.



















































They fed him with fish, birds,
or anything they could catch



























or shoot.

This royal captive has a
white head, mottled brown
wings, and legs heavily booted
with feathers. His great tal-



ons can clutch and carry off a
young lamb in their powerful
hold. ou

Some day soon, his two
friends, who saved him from a
eruel death, will carry him.



home and set him free near



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his nest. His mate has no : :
doubt long wondered where he is, and why he has left her to rear

their young ones alone. oe
PINK HUNTER.



WHY SHE CACKLED.

“Tut, tut, Biddy Speckle!
Pray hush your loud cackle!
"Tis only an egg you’ve let drop:
No cause for such flurry,
This flutter and worry ;
I dare say ’t will soon be forgot.”

“O, dear mistress Kitty,
Please spare me your pity!
I cackle for joy, don’t you see?
: This egg Ill be hatching,
And soon he’ll be scratching
ee Fat worms for himself and for me.” ML CAREY.





MR. AND MRS. BUNNY AND FAMILY.

Perry GReen’s uncle gave him a, pair of white rabbits. They had
pink eyes, and were larger than the wild rabbits in the woods.
Perry’s brother John brought a box from the store on the wheel-
barrow. They set it on two sticks of wood at the door of the wood-
shed. This was to be the home of the rabbits. It was under the
grapevine, and Perry thought it was a very nice home.

Lottie and Eddie looked on and played with the rabbits while
Perry built the house. John showed him how to do it. At last the
house was done. Lottie caught one of the rabbits, and held him.
Eddie wanted to catch the other. The rabbit jumped when he came
too near him. It took three boys to catch him. At last both of the
_ pretty creatures were put in their new home. — oo

Though Eddie thought the box made a very nice house, the rab-
bits did not think so. The children fed them with clover, lettuce,
and other plants. But the rabbits liked better to run about the yard
and pick out their own food.

The rabbits had lived in the house under the grapevine about two
weeks. When Perry went out one morning to feed them, he found
they had “ moved out.” He was very sad and sorry.

Perry had made a bedroom, as he called it, in one corner of the’
house. He had put plenty of hay in it for a bed. But the rabbits

were not in the bedroom when Perry went to feed them. He went
into the garden to look for them.

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MR. AND MRS. BUNNY AND FAMILY.











































































He could not find them in the garden. When he came back to
| the house, he saw Mr. and Mrs. Bunny eating the clover behind the



MR. AND MRS. BUNNY AND FAMILY.

slats. They had not “moved out,” after all. Perry wondered where
they had been when he first looked in the cage.

When he came home from school, they were gone again. This
time he made sure they were not in the house. He put some fresh
clover in the cage, and pretty soon they came out of the bedroom.
Perry did not know what to make of it. He went into the cottage
- and told his mother about it. — ae

‘They won't run away,” said Mrs. Green, smiling. “They know
what they like, and where they want to live, better than you do,
Perry. Be sure ao feed them every day, and let them alone as
much as you can.”

Perry wanted to know where they went when he could not find
them. Uncle John told the children a great many things about rab-
bits, and they agreed to let Mr. and Mrs. Bunny alone. It was hard

work, but they did it.

Some weeks later, after Perry had put some lettuce in the house,
he found four little pink-eyes came to breakfast with Mr. and Mrs.
Bunny. How happy he was then! How glad that he had let the
rabbits alone. — ge ae
Then John told him the rabbits had found a little hole in the floor
of the bedroom. They had gnawed till they made it large enough
for them to crawl through.. Then they had dug, or burrowed, into
the ground, and made a home after their own hearts. Here they had
brought up their little ones till they were big enough to go out and
eat clover. —

In a few months the Tee was full of rabbits. Perry sold them
for fifty cents a pair. He bought fowls with the money, and was
soon selling eggs and chickens. Perhaps he will be a great mer-

chant some time.
OLIVER OPTIC.



HONEYSUCKLE HALIs

HONEYSUCKLE HALL.

Lirtte Parry was eight years old. She lived in the “Sunny
South.” Her father was a planter, as great farmers are called at
the South. He lived in a village where there were a great many
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A poor man who lived near Patty lost his life on the railroad.
He had three little children. Patty used to play with Mary, the
oldest child. Mary’s mamma was not strong, and could not earn
money enough to feed and clothe her little ones.



HONEYSUCKLE HALL.

One day Patty found her little friend, Mary, crying. Mary was
hungry. She had had no breakfast or dinner. Her mother was
sick abed. Patty cried, too, when Mary told her what the matter
was.

- But she did something more than cry. She went home and told
her mother about it. Then she carried ever so much —— to the
poor woman and her hungry children. ©

Patty wanted to do still more: She called together five of her
little friends to help her. It was in the early spring, and the woods
were full of honeysuckle all in blossom.

Patty’s two big brothers helped too. Before night they had
covered the inside of an old shop, near the house, with honeysuckle
vines and blossoms. They borrowed pictures, and et ey
things, to put in the shop.

But the honeysuckle was the prettiest thing there, except Patty ;
- and they called the shop ‘‘ Honeysuckle Hall.” Then the little ones
asked the good people to come and see it. They charged five cents
to go in; and before night nearly all the people in Hi village had
been into Honeysuckle Hall.

One of the big brothers stood at the door and took the money.
The six little girls ‘‘did the honors” inside the hall. Most of the
folks who went in wanted to give more than five cents. Many
of them put a dollar into Patty’s little hands. At night they had
taken over fifty dollars. very cent of it was given to Mary’s poor
-mother.

Patty was: happy all i long. Her great black eyes seemed to
speak her pleasure. Her eo was alla smile. As she stood by
a window, with honeysuckle in her hands and all around her, Mr.
Moser made a picture of her. |

Do you want to know why she looked so happy? It was because
an ‘was doing a good deed. The poor woman me her three’ little

children were hungry no more.
OLIVER OPTIC.

Ab



THE SCHOOL VISITORS.

y, N. a quiet country-place, far from any city
: or village, stands a little red _school-
house. ae eee

It is on the top of a hill, near a
beautiful grove. It is so completely
surrounded by woods that one can
scarcely see it when the leaves are on
the trees. It is a lovely place in
summer. An abundance of wild flow-
ers grow on every side, and plenty of
berries can be found in their season.
The children have made seats under



the trees, and have two swings sus-
pended from the ae spreading branches of an oak.

A great many birds build their nests in the tree-tops, and the
squirrels leap about among the branches, gathering nuts for their
winter food.

They have become so tame that they allow the children to come
quite near them before running away.

There is one squirrel that often comes into the school-room and
‘suns about on the floor. One day he came into the room, jumped
on the teacher’s desk, and began to gnaw at an apple which he found
there. This pleased the children, and they watched him instead of
studying their books. So the teacher had to drive him out. He
tried to take the apple with him, but when he jumped from the desk
it slipped from him and rolled away on the floor. A moment later
he was seen just outside of the window, eating a nut. He peeped
through the glass in a saucy way, and seemed ta say, “I am out of
your reach now.”



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~ The teacher said she did not wish to seem rude to her visitors, but
‘she did not like to have them disturb her school, or take such libex
‘ies with her desk and apples.



THE. SCHOOL VISITORS.

In summer, when the windows are open, the birds often fly inte
the room. s

One time two of them came in together, and seemed determined te
stay, or else did not know how to get out.

















































































































































































































































































































































The teacher had to get the scholars to help her, and they chased
the birds around the room for a long time before they could get
them out. The children enjoyed the chase very much, and it gave

wuem a nice rest from their studies. :
Boe oe _#BL L. CHARLF«s



WHY TOMMY WAS IN BED.

THE sun was shining brightly. It was only two o clock in the»
afternoon, and yet Tommy was in bed. The fact is, he had been
in bed since ten o'clock. Do you want to know why? You
may be sure it was not from choice, for Tommy was very fond of
playing out doors, and was always the first to get up in the morning.

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But he was a very mischievous little boy, and liked to tease his
‘little playmates.

“Oh, dear!” said his little sister Edith one day, “I wish. my
hair was curly. J like curly hair so much!” _

“TJ will tell you how to make it curly,” said Tommy. ‘ Put
mucilage on it to-night, and in the morning it will be curled tight
to your head.



WHY TOMMY WAS IN BED.

Edith was only three years old, and did not know that Tommy
was teasing her. So that night, after her nurse had put her to bed
and had gone down-stairs, she jumped up and went into the library.
The mucilage was on a desk, and Edith emptied it over her head
and rubbed it in well.
Then she went back
te bed again, sure that
her hair would now be















curly.

Oh, what a little fright
she was when morning
eame! Her pretty



brown hair was stuck
tight to her head in a -
thick mass. Her mam-
ma tried to wash the
mucilage out; but it
could not be done.
The. poor little
head had to be
shaved at last.
“Tom must be punished,” said mamma,
in hiding behind the wood-
sure he cried when he

Tom was found
pile. You may be
found that he was to be punished.

And that was the reason Tommy was in bed when the sun was

shining. Don’t you think he deserved to be there?

SLORENCE B. HALLOWELL,



TOT AND THE TURKEY GOBBLER.

Tov was sitting on his grandmother’s doorstep looking at
his red stockings. His name was not really Tot, but Charles
Henry Augustus,—a very long name for a very little boy.

















































The reason he had such a long name was this. When he
was a baby he had two grandfathers and an uncle, who each
wanted him named. for himself. His father and mother
named him for all-three ; but everybody called him Tot.

At last he grew tired looking at his stockings, and began
to sing. Tot thought he could sing ; no one else thought so.
After a little he went to the barn-yard.



_ LOT AND THE TURKEY GOBBLER.

There were plenty of ducks and geese around, besides
chickens and turkeys. Tot always liked to look at them.
He liked one old turkey gobbler best of all. But Mr. Gob-
bler did not like Tot’s red stockings. As soon as he saw
them he ruffled. up his feathers, and with a fierce gobble
flew at them. This took Tot so by surprise that he fell
over backward, with his head in the chickens’ water-pan and
his feet in the air. ee

How he did scream! His grandmother heard him in the
kitchen. His aunts heard him in the parlor.. His mother
heard him in her room. She ran down into the yard.

There she found his grandmother and aunts. Nobody
knew what had happened, or where Tot was. His mother
ran to the barn-yard; the others ran after her.

There fhey found poor Tot on his back, screaming: with
all his might. All the ducks, geese, and chickens were
making a great noise.

The old gobbler was just: real for another nace Aunt,
Mary seized an old broom and drove away the turkey;
Aunt Kate stopped her ears with her fingers, to keep out
the noise; Grandma did nothing; but Tot’s mother picked
him up and carried him into the house. After he had been
washed and comforted, his mother asked him why he had
gone alone to the barn-yard, _ Tot said nothing, because he

had no reason to give.
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BE .GOOD, PAPA.

Two voices cry, ‘Be good, papa, ’
Don’t work too hard to-day!”
And I turn to see the waving hands
_ Of my little Beth and Faye.

Two girls of bright and sunny hair,
Of deep and thoughtful eyes;

And in their voices, touched with love,
What tender magic lies!



BE GOOD, PAPA.

All day, along the crowded street,
Within the busy town,

I seem to hear their voices sweet

They chase me up and down.


























And their dear words of
warning love
Pursue, where’er I
80;
They mean far more,
far more to me
Than those who speak
them know.









Have I no helping hand to reach

~ Out to my brother's need?

Do I seek my gain by others’ loss?
Am I led to some wrong deed?



BE GOOD, PAPA.

Do temptations press, within, without?
Do wrong impulses urge? a
Of some dishonorable act
Stand I upon the verge?

Then comes that message, soft and clear,
From the dear home, miles away.
“Be good, papa! be good, papa!”
The childish voices say.

There rise before my faltering eyes
My little Beth and Faye.
I feel I dare not do the wrong;

I dare not go astray.
FRANK FOXCROFE



THE SNOW FAMILY.

Ir was a very small family, — only three ; Mr. Snow, Mrs. Snow,

and the baby. Mr. Snow did not look like other men. Mamma
Snow did not look like your mamma. And their baby was such a
funny one !

Where do you think I saw this strange family? It was in our

school-yard, last winter. There had been a long snow-storm. Great
piles of soft white snow were in the yard. Boys like to play in the
snow. ‘They are not afraid of the cold.



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THE SNOW FAMILY.

Well, my boys made a great snow-man. This they called Mr.

“Snow. Then they made a lady out of the snow. They called her

Mrs, Snow. ‘They said she was Mr. Snow’s wife. At last they
made a baby out of the snow. The Baby stood beside Papa and
Mamma Snow. :

Then they called me out to see this family. I told them Mr.
Snow was very pale for such a large man. One boy said, “ Yes;



















































































































































































































































































































































it is a very pale family. We think they are not very well.”

Another boy said he was sure they would not live long.

Every day I asked my boys about Mr. Snow and his wife and
baby. But one morning every one of the Snow family was gone,
Where was Mr. Snow? Where was Mrs. Snow? And where was
the funny little baby? They had lived in our yard just one week.
No one knew where they had gone. No one but the south wind

and the sun, and they would not tell ;
8. E, SPRAGUE.



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' GRANDFATHER'S SPECTACLES. _





















One day. Grandfather Shriff lost his spectacles. “Where can
they be? Maybe they are on the mantel.” So he hunted, but
could not find them on the mantel.

“Where can they be? Perhaps they are among the books.”
So he hunted and hunted, but could not find them among the books,



GRANDFATHERS SPECTACLES.

“ Perhaps they are in the other room.” So he hunted and hunted
and hunted, but could not find them in the other room.

“ Perhaps they are up-stairs.”’ So he hunted and hunted and
hunted and hunted, but could not find them up-stairs. ‘‘ Perhaps
I dropped them somewhere in the front yard.” So he hunted and
hunted and hunted and hunted and hunted, but could not find them
- anywhere in the front yard.

“Perhaps they are out in the dining-room.” So he hunted and
hunted and hunted and hunted and hunted and hunted, but could’
not find them in the dining-room.

At last he asked old Aunt Harriet, the cook. “Why marster,
there they is, right square on the top of your head.” And, sure
enough, there they were. Did n’t we all laugh at grandfather !



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RIAU Nay,
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FINDING BABY’S DIMPLES,

SEE my baby brother But before to dreamland —

Sittiag in mamma’s lap; - My baby brother goes,
He’s just getting ready I want to count his fingers,

To take a little nap. And see his chubby toes,



FINDING BABY’S PIMPLES.

Mamma, can’t you make him His eyes shine like diamonds
Just talk and laugh again, When he leoks up so glad.

So we can find the dimples O, he’s the dearest brother
In his sweet cheeks and chin? A sister ever had.



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Now he talks a little, The angels love our baby,
And laughs, — come quick, He is so very fair ;
and see And so they came and kissed
My baby brother's dimples, him,
As cunning as can be. And left the dimples there.

MRS, F. 8. LOVEJOY



“ROCK-A-BYE BABY ON THE TREE TOP.”











One day last summer, down in Texas, 4
there was a fearful storm. It was a wind-
storm. The wind was so strong that it
carried roofs of houses, and such things, a
great way. 5

When it was over, some men set out to
follow the track of the storm. One of them
told this true story. They thought they
might find things that the
wind had dropped; and they

= might find some
one hurt and in
need of help.

It was near
night, and quite |
dark in the woods,
when they heard
a cry. They

stopped to look 2
about and listen. They heard the ery

again; and then they saw some dark thing up in a tree.







THE BLIND BASKET-MAKER,

“Tt is a panther!” said one. “Stand off! I will shoot!”

“No; stop!” said anoitier,; it is not a panther. I will climb
up and see what it is.”

Up he went; and what-do a think he found, lodged in the
tree?

A cradle with a dear little bab by in it! The fearful wind had
blown down the baby’s home. It had carried off baby, cradle and
all, The cradle was caught ce branch of the high tree.

Then the wind blew against it so hard that the cradle was wedged
in a crotch of the tree. It was so fast that the men had to saw
away the boughs to get it down.

There was the dear baby, all safe and sound, in its cradle nest.
No one knew where the baby’s friends were, or where its home had
been. The men carried it to their home; and a kind woman took
care of it. ae

Are you not glad that the poor little baby was saved in the tree?
If the cradle id fallen to the: ground, you know, the little one
might have been killed. Was it not a good ‘hing that the men
heard the baby cry? -

- MRS. D. P. SANFORD,





THE BLIND BASKET-MAKER,

Hevry, the basket-maker, is sitting at the door of his house. He
is now nearly sixty years of age. With Fido his dog, and Lucy
his granddaughter, he goes from place to place and gets work.
Lucy finds it very tiresome to go every day with hev grandfather,
but Fido is very fond of going.

The old man has not seen the sun, or his own face, or the trees,
or anything at all, for more than twenty years. He does not know
what Lucy looks like. He only runs his fingers through her golden

mmngiets and calls her his Sunshine.
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THE BLIND BASKET-MAKER. — -

He can make a basket in one morning. He makes .it of willow
branches that are of several colors. How does he do that? Why,
Lucy puts all the willow that is of the same color in one pile, and
then tells him. He says , :





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could only be taught to know colors, would it not be nice? There,
that basket is done, and off walks the old man, cane in hand, and
the basket on one arm. Lucy leads him, and Fido follows close
: RB. W, LOWRDE,





A CHILD TO A FLY.

0 you naughty little fly!
Get you out of this sweet milk!
Fil put you in the sun to dry
Your little, glossy gown of silk.

Yes, wash your cunning little face;
Spread your gauzy little wings;
Go tell others of your race.
Not to do such naughty things.

Yes, rub your funy little eyes ;
Stretch your thread-like, little legs 3
Be determined you will rise
On your slender little pegs.

- See the flies, above so high, |
| Gambolling, chasing, playing catch ;
Use your wings ; up to them fly,

And show yourself an equal match.

You won’t, you naughty little fy; —
You'd rather try the milk again ?
Yes, there you go, and now you'll die,
For in the milk you must remain. —





regina!

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O you stupid, silly fly! :
Don’t you wish you’d learned to swim?
Say your prayers before you die;
Sing some droning little hymn.

2iKhS. SUSAN V. MEARS..



LITTLE MISS JOSIE.

Lirtie Josie is a very sweet child, with dark eyes and soft lieht
hair. She has a large dolly, and when she comes down in the morn-
ing with Miss Doily in her arms, everybody is glad to see them both.
‘She talks a great deal, and sometimes we cannot make out all she
says, but we like to look at her and hear her sweet words.







One morning she went to breakfast in the big hotel all alone, and
had a round table and a big waiter for herself. Jim was very good
to the little lady, and proud to wait on her; but Josie wanted as
many things as two or three grown people one have wished. She
held out her hands for so many things that Jim did not know what
to do. Mamma came in and would not allow her little girl to eall

for anything more for fear she should make herself sick,
M. 'E. BL



DILLY DALLY.

As sweet a child as one could find,
if only she were prompt to mind;
Her eyes are blue, her cheeks are pink,
Her hair curls up with many a kink;
She says her name is Allie,
But, sad to say, -
Ofttimes a day
We call her Dilly Dally.

errands, grave or gay,
She’s sure to loiter by the way;
No matter what her task may be,
by and by,” cries she.
And so, instead of Allie,

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e, one and all,
Have come to call
This maiden Dilly Dally.
1 think, if she could only know
How wrong it is to dally so,
Her tasks undone she would not leave,
Nor longer mother’s kind heart grieve;
And then, for Dilly Dally,
We'd gladly say,
Each well-spent day,
“This is our own sweet Allie.”

M. Be BUG









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Fry away, little bird

'Tis your season to go;
. The winter is coming, :
: With cold winds and snow.









The flowers have gone

From the meadows around,
To live in their seeds as
And their roots under ground.









THE LITTLE PEDLERS.

Wr ’rx playing we are pedlers,
And we’re going up and down,
Just as they do to sell their goods

To people in the town.

We each one have a basket,

_ To carry on our backs;

We've filled them full of every-
thing, at

And play they are our packs.

Now won't you buy an elephant,
VE’s not so very big 2

Perhaps you'd like a eurly dog,
Or our funny china pig.

Then we have some ribbons,
Some apples, and some cake;
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Well be delighted to supply
Whatever choice you make. —

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WILLIE AND PUSSY.

Witlik PARRISH went to have his picture taken. His
mother did not know how she was to keep him still long
enough. Willie was very fond of pussy, and the cat was
taken to the photograph room. _

Pussy did not feel at home in the room. It was as hard te
keep her still as it was the baby. Pussy did not care about
having her picture taken, but she liked to play with Willie

Mrs. Parrish placed Pussy in Willie’s lap, and both of
them were happy then. The artist was going to put Willie



WILLIE AND PUSSY.

as ie wanted him in the picture; but baby thought the man -
meant to take pussy away from him. He put his arms .
around the cat, and held her as tight as he could.

“You sha’n’t have my pussy!” said he, looking at the
man. Willie was just right then. Lhe artist drew the ee

and took the picture as you see it.
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“Trp,” said Mrs. Fenn, “ will you go to the store for me?”
“Oh, dear,” said Ted, who was making sand pies in the yard,
“T’m so busy. Can’t cook go?” «
“No,” said his mother, “cook is busier than you
are. Come, run along like a good boy, and perhaps
I'll give you a surprise when you come back.
Hand the clerk in the store this paper, and he
will give you what 1 want.”
© What is it, mamma?”
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ask too many ques-
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Ted washed his
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As soon as he had gone, two little girls
came out froma closet where they had been hid-

< ing. They were Ted’s cousins, Milly and Madge:
‘They had come to spend the afternoon with him, because it was his

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birthday. ‘Yeu’s mother was going to give him a party, and the
little girls had brought their doll’s dishes.

As Ted was wi allins home with the bundle the clerk: had given
him, he thought he oa peep in to see what it contained. Marsh-
allows! Oh, how round and fat and white they were! If there
was anything Ped liked in the shape of candy, it was marsh- mallows.
~“JT wonder if they are’ good,” he thought to himself. And he
tasted one to see. lt sined so quickly dowu his throat that he
had to take another before he could decide. And then he took
another. He felt very wicked; but he kept on taking marsh-mal-
lows until they were all gone, and he held the empty bag in his hand.

Milly and Madge waited for Ted until ey were out of patience.

“T saw him come in and go up-stairs,” said cook

The little girls and Mrs. Fenn looked for Ted in every room ‘of the
house, and called to him until they were tired; but they could n’t
find him. So the ae girls put on their bonnets and went home.

As Mrs. Fenn was going up-stairs after supper, she heard the sound
of sobbing. It ena to come from the clothes-basket on the land-
ing. She looked in, and there was Ted.

ha took -him out and talked to him kindly about his sin, and he
promised never to be so naughty again. But it was a long time be-
fore he forgot that he had spent most of his birthday in the clothes-
basket.



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HELPING ONE'S SELF.

Tue speckled hen clucked on her nest,

And in the egg beneath her breast _

s chicken stirred. “Oh dear!’’ said he,

“If something now would set me free!”
The egg had never seemed so small, —

‘He had no space to move at all, —

« And no one cares,” thought he, “or knows

How close the walls about me close.”

-He felt so small, and lone, and weak !
But at the shell he struck his ‘sak;
“For I must help myself,’ said he,

“ Or else I never shall get free.”

Peck, peck! He tried his utmost might;
The shell had never seemed so tight ;

He might as well give up; fall back;
No, no ! Peck, peck! He heard a crac‘.
Peck, peck! Half pleased and half afraid,
He saw that he a hole had made!

Peck, peck! “I must be brave,’ said he,
“Or else I never shall get free!”



HELPING ONE’S SELF,

Peck, peck! At last, beyond a doubt,

He found his head was coming out!
Peck, peck! Peck, peck! Oh, was it true?
The prison shell had broke in two!

Off came the hen with speckled breast,

Out came the chickens from the nest. —



Cluck, cluck! the mother led the way

Into the new world glad and gay;

The green leaves danced, the sky was blue,
The springing grass was gemmed with dew;
The air was warm, the sunshine bright,
Loud peeped the chicken with delight.
“But I should never have been free,

Had I not helped myself,” said he.
S 2 MARIAN DOUGLAS.



- LULLABY.

Because the little lambs have gone














To sleep so long ago,
And every little bird has flown

Safe to its nest, you know;



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A) Should not my little lambkin hie
‘To the sweet land of

Lullaby !

Because the merry day is gone,
- And twilight shadows fall,
‘And the bright sun has said good night,
To lambs, and birds, and all ;—
Should not my birdie seek his nest,
And fine the night-time Sweetly rest,
oe Lullaby!



‘THE GOOD LITTLE CHINEE.



THE GOOD LITTLE CHINEE.

_ Tuere is a lad
Who’s never bad,
Nor can he mischief do.
His almond eyes
Look very wise :
T’ve christened him “Hop Loo.”

He’s always still; He’s well behaved ;
His screams don’t fill His head is shaved ;.
The air with terrors new. . His hair is in a queue.
He never grows, ~ . While he is here,—
And turned-up toes oo This fact is queer, —
He wears on either shoe. — . He is in China too!
He never ran;
He holds a fans
His garments are sky-blue ;
But on a plate —
Of ancient date.
You'll see this good Hop Loo! —

oe GEORGE COOPER.





A LITTLE LAD AND LASS.

Once there was a little lad,
Long time ago.
A bright new. cent was all he had, ~ ae
"Twas not much, you know.
The little lad walked out one da.
He met a small maid on the way;
-He saw a tear drop from her eye,
‘And full of pity questioned why,
ae Long time . zo, long time ago.

The little maid at once replied,
Lo ong time ago,
“Ht is ae bread that I have cried,
Oh, dear, oh!” ~
Quick as a wink the Stas lad,
Whose heart for that small maid was sad,
Pulled out his bright new cent, and said,
“Don’t ery, miss, F will buy you bread,’-
Long time ago, long time ago.



. As soon as said, the deed
was done,
Long time ago.
He gave his_penny for 4
bun,
A penny bun, you ine.
And what a happy lad was
he!
And what a iy lage 5 was
she!
His loss was gain to that
small maid,

And, “Thank you kindly,
sir!’ she said,
Long time ago, long
. time ago. ott
! ee oe se ' WARY D. BRINE.



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OUR LITTLE SAILOR.

Hern’s another sailor Hasn’t got his sea-legs,.
Just come aboard, - Doesn’t know a ropes

While our ship is sailing Ss He_-will “ bear ‘a hand”
Oceanward! — Some day, we hope.



- Seems to think his shipmates ~ Seas won’t all be pleasant, —
Quile a jolly crew; 3 Breakers threaten oft:
Wonders at our sea-talk, . —_. May he keep a faithful

Strange and new. ; Watch aloft!

“May the tempest find him
Stanch, true, and brave,

_ Sailing from Port Cradle
- To Port Grave ! é .
ss GEORGE COOPER.





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THE LITTLE CHIMNEY-SWEEPS.

Ove rainy day Tommie was standing by the window watching
the great drops roll down ‘the window-panes. He did n’t like rainy
days. - ee :
_ All at once he heard a great noise in the fireplace. Such a chat-
tering! The screen was taken down, and there were four poor little
e swallows cling-

ing to the sides
of the chimney.
Tommie called
them ‘“‘chim-
ne y-sweeps,”
and tried to
eatch one. It









clung so fast to the chimney sides that he could scarcely pull it off. cee :
There was no nest to be seen. Tommie and his mamma thought = ss
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A PERILOUS VOYAGE.
LITTLE
PLAYMATES:

i llustrated one jor Lilie
Folks.

BY

MARY E. BRINE, MARY A. ALLEN, MRS. D. P. SANFORD,
MARIAN DOUGLAS, FAITH WYNNE, ANSON HUN.
TER, CULMER BARNES, JULIA P. BALLARD,
MOTHER CAREY 2 EG J25C,

ORIGINAL ILL USTRA LIONS.

BY

H. PRUETT SHARE, F. CHILDE HASSAM, MAUDE HUMPH-
REM ES eChHUREH b. CAPE TERS, Ee wOPRINS,
5. E, DORR, F. T. MERRILL, ETC.

- EDITED BY

DAPHNAB DALA.

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

“LIFTLE PLAYMATES.

_ HE COULD NOT “SEE TO SLEEP.”

- littl Alberts mother
Tucked him snug in_ bed,
Kissed the shining ringlets
Of his pretty head.

And she said, “Good angels
Loving watch will keep
Over little Albert
While he goes to sleep.”

[t was in the country,
And a katydid,

Close beside the window,
In a tree was hid.

Albert heard its chatter,
With a strange affright,

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“Oh,” replied his mother,
“Angels watch will keep.”
“But, I, 1)” sobbed Albert,

-“ Cannot. see to sleep.

AGNES LEONARD

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ON THE BEACH.

Dory and Dolly spent a whole day at the beach. Dory used his
shovel, and Dolly carted the sand he dug up im her little wagon. It
was a pleasant day, and there were plenty of people on the shore.

Among them was a very old man. His clothes were all in rags.

He said he had to take care of his sick daughter and his little

grandson. He had been sick himself, and not able to work. He
had come to the beach to dig clams, for they had nothing in the
house to eat.

Dory helped him with his ek While he was at work, Dolly
ran down to him with a silver dollar im her hand. She had found it
in the sand she had in her wagon. She and Dory talked it over.
Dory told her about the poor old man, and they. por! to give the
dollar to him. _

They walked down to the water, where he was turning up the
clams. He looked very sad; but when the dollar was put into his
hand he smiled, and looked happy. Dory and Dolly were as happy

as he was, for “it is more blessed to give than to receive.”

UNCLE FORRESTEF
NOBODY KNOWS.

“Dear little Lilian! where has she gone?

Up in the attic, or out on the lawn?

There, in the cornfield, she’s watching the crows;
What she is thinking of nobody knows.

Now in the garden and now in the park,
Singing and chatting from morning till dark;
Stopping to talk to the flowers as she ZOEeS,

_ What she is telling them nobody knows.

Dear little Lilian, busy and bright, |
Happy and smiling from morning till night,
_ Fair as a lily and sweet as a rose;

_How we all love her nobody knows.

MRS. SUSAN ARCHER WEISS

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~ BLACKBERRYING.

Over the fields where bid tame stray,

Two little maidens are rambling to-day.

Black eyes and blue eyes bent to the ground,

Searching each nook where a berry is found. —

Little brown fingers stained to the tips;

Sweeter than berries the soft rosy lips.

Gayly they chatter, the wee maidens sweet, |
Wild rose and daisy beneath the small feet.

Brown curls and golden almost entwined,

As two little maidens one berry must find.

- Under the sunny skies, laugh as you go
Over the fields where the blackberries grow.

LUCY RANDOLPH FLEMING. :
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GOING HOME,
IN THE MEADOW.

Dewn in the meadow, all the long day,

My little Bess plays among the sweet hay.

She dances along with a step so light

Over clover-tops red and violets white.

She plays bo-peep in the heaped-up hay,

She cares to do nothing but laugh and play.

At noontime she eats her nice lunch by the brink

Of the brook where the bobolinks come down to
drink, |

“Haw, Whitefoot! gee, Brownie!” Bess dances
with glee;
She never gets tired of dancing, you see.
Here come the fat oxen with hay-cart behind.
New rake up the hay, and, “Bess, do you po 7
_ And not be in the way,
But rake up the hay
With your own rake, | say,
As fast as you may.”
And now on the top of the load, safe from harm,
Our Bess rides home with papa to the barn.
F. A. H.























































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































IN THE MERRY MONTH OF MAY.

In the merry month of May
Come the leaves and flowers gay;
A soft carpet of green o’er the brown. earth is spread,
And the flocks from the fold to the pastures are led.
Then the birds on the trees,
In the soft spring breeze,
From the dawn until dark carol sweet songs of praise,
And the frogs in the meadows pipe back their rude lays.

In the merry month of May
Comes out little Jenny Gray, ; er
From her toys and her plays in her own winter home, -
*Mid the blossoming trees and the green vines to roam.
In the soft and sweet spring air
Jenny’s cheeks grow red and fair;
How she laughs and she sings as she roves v’er the ereen |
How her heart glows with joy as she looks on the ‘scene!

In the merry month of May
Happy Mother Robin lay
Her three little blue eggs in the nest on the tree;
And then Jenny Gray wished that a bird she could be,
_ With a pair of wings to. fly
To the clear blue arching sky.
But her mamma was glad she never hada wing
As she looked for stray Jenny. the runaway thing!

UNCLE FORRESTER,










































































AB
BESSY’S DREAM.

Duar little Bessy, all tired with play,
‘Sat down to rest, on a warm, sunny day,
Under the shade of an apple tree,
By the side of the brooklet growing.
She wore a white bonnet and gingham dress,
And what a sweet picture was sweet little Bess,
With her sunny hair, so wild and free,
Over her shoulders flowing !

The murmuring brook, as it glided by,
Whispered to Bessy a sweet lullaby;
Her eyes grew heavy, her curly head dropped,
And soon she was fast asleep.
She had scarcely slept but a moment or two,
When three little fairies, all dressed in bright blue,
Softly down from the apple tree hopped,
And into her eyes did peep.

Finding her sleeping, they pe a slight sound,
And goon all the fairies came hopping around.
They took off her gingham, and dressed her in silk,

And one little fairy said: :

“Dear Bessy, we've come to invite you to tea,

Our food is as dainty as dainty can be-

Sweetest of honey and best of milk—
Come, for our table is spread.”

She woke with a start, and opened her eyes,
And what do you think was her great surprise?
No fairy table was waiting neav,
And in the place of her robe of silk
She wore her. white bonnet and pink gingham di ess;
And instead of the fairy—do. you think you can eet
Mamma and Carlo were standing there,
With her bowl of bread and milk.
‘GRACE S. BROWN



















































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































CRADLE SONG.

Husx-a-sy, baby, the bees in the clover—

The red, red clover— have fallen asleep,
' Swaying and swinging, now under, now over,
In the red, red clover,

-So sweet and so deep.

Hush-a-by, baby, the cows from the meadows—

The green, green meadows—are loitermg home;
Their bells tinkle softly as through dew and shadows,
From the green, green meadows. _

They loitering come.

Hush-a-by, baby, the birds and the flowers —

The sweet, sweet- flowers —have fallen asleep; 2
They sway and they swing through the soft, dewy hours,
The sweet, sweet flowers,

In meadows so deep.

Hush-a-by, baby, ’tis time you-were sleeping,

So sweet, sweetly sleeping in dreamland afar;
Low over the meadows the night mists are creeping,
Tis time you were sleeping,
My baby, my star!

3. K. LUDLUM.











































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































WHERE THE LITTLE FOLKS
SPENT VACATION.







ON BOARD.



THE summer is
over and the little
ones are home again
and they have en-
joyed themselves. —

Little Joey and his.
sister visited their lit-
tle cousins who live
by the sea shore.

They would go
down on the beach
and play in the sand.
They could see. the

ships as they sailed through the water. ‘They

watched the sea-gulls

and other brrds as they

flew through the air, dip-
‘ping their wings in the
waves. It was a pleasant
time they had, indeed.
Joey wants to be a sailor,
and says when he grows
to be a man he will own
his own ship and sail to

China and other lands.







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2 a a



Little Freddie and
his sister Anna spent a
month with their erand-
ma in the country.
How strange it seemed.
to go out in the fields

where there was so

much room to play.
Grandma had so many
chickens, some of them
so little; Freddie wanted
to know of his mama

why she did not buy

ae chickens like ee with fur on them, instead
of the big ones with feathers. :

Anna took her story
book with her and read
fairy tales to two little
friends she met. She
can read quite well, and
knows many pretty

stories her mama has

told her. How nice it
is to be able to read and
entertain our little
friends. a
They took many
walks through the
woods, near the house.







SECRETS,
gi, Lhey saw squirrels _ in the
trees, and Anna asked where
the squirrels lived, and her
little friends told her how
they lived in the trees, and —
how they carried nuts and
other food to their holes, so
», they would have something
~ to eat in the winter, when
snow was on the ground, and when it was cold.
What most amused Anna was the well and how
the water was brought up out of it in a bucket fast-
ened to the end of a long rope. Freddie wanted
to look down the well and see the water, but mama
said “No,” that he might fall in.

They all went down into the orchard, and Fred-
die and Anna saw where eee came from; how
they grew on trees. Fred- 2
die wanted to know what
made some apples have |
“sour in them, and won-
dered if it was a “sour”
tree; and when he saw
the crab-apple he wanted
to know when they would
grow large like the others.

Mary and Fanny had
no country friends to vis-. â„¢ 7
it, so they stayed at home. Bt ae






They were. happy, too,
for with each day came
some new work they
could do to help -their

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mama. ihey would

though mama always
swept the same floor
er them, she always
toid them what a great
help they were to- her.
Perhaps it was because
they did all they could,
SINGING. = and did it so cheerfully.
Now, there is the baby. He does not do any-.
‘thing to help mama. He tears our books, cries
and is real. cross some ae
times, but do you know
somehow mama_ loves
him, and really we do too.
Why? Well, he is so
sweet. Mama says the
house would be too quiet
if it were not for his
noise. :
~ Now that our little
folks have all had a.va- _
cation, they are ready for
study again. Some of READING.




































































them are too young
to go to school, so
their mamas send
them to the kinder-
garten.. Elere they

are taught many use-
ul things.

The room has_
many little chairs and
tables, just the right
size for such little
scholars.

They are taught to So
cutmanyprettythings ~ —SCs ru.
out of paper, and with paste they Bald these a
of paper into many kinds of pretty boxes and other
toys. Then, too, they are taught many a
songs. They have a number of drills and marche
We wish you could visit them and give ee a
chance to show you how pleasant their “Tittle school
is. Soon they will be old enough to leave the
kindergarten and go to another school with the
older boys and girls.


































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































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OUT THE WINDOW.
SPOTTY.

A urrTiz dog I used to know,
When I was little, long ago,
He came if I was bad,
And sat upon my back, folks said,
But vanished when I laughed instead :
I was a way he had.













































































































































































































































































































































































































































































Tf I looked cross, began to pout,

Or threw my toys or books aboué, -

: Tf TE looked sour and black,

Aunt Jane would say, although she smiled,

“Why, I can see what ails the child:
There’s Spotty on her back!”
&POTTY.
« Aunt Jane,” I cried, “oh, brush him down!”
And Auntie laughed, forgot to frown,
- And hugged and kissed me, too.
“There, Nellie, child, he’s gone, you see; -
Now, laugh, —the brighter you can be
The less he'll come to you!”

If you are loving, gentle, kind,
Then “Spotty” we can never find ;
Good temper makes him pack;
‘But when I see you. whine and fret,
I think I hear Aunt Jane say yet,
“ There’s Spotty on your back!

oF

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A SAD STORY.

Four little mousies found their way

Into a pantry one fine day.

Through a hole ia the plaster wall,
What do you think befell them all?

One jumped up to help himself

To cheese he smelt on the highest shelf.

Alas! ‘twas set in a dreadful trap,

Which finished that mouse with one quick snap.

The next was frightened, and ran and ran,

And fell down splash in an earthen pan.



Twas filled with milk to the very brim—

Poor mousie! that was the last of him.
‘A SAD STORE

The next one barely had time to ‘squeak,
When pussy, quiet and sly and sleek, -



Sprang from her seat upon the floor ;

That poor little mouse will squeak no more.




TRADERS Z N 8. TAPLES,

- ee What ecaane of the ane ane?
ee ee started off on a lively run, ee





gg
‘With a dismal squeak and a ao wale - - 7 a =
‘And that’s the end of my mournful tale. |
ANON ¥, MOUS.
= - 2 2 “TRADERS IN STAPLES.
Oh Tm a aa buteher-boy,
A Tittle English butcher-boy,
— And what, sir, pray, are you?
ot carry meat -
eee ee All down the street ;
a hs = And es ‘do you do?

Oh, Tm a jolly baker-boy,
A little English baker-boy, 5
“And that, sir, is my. trade.
Upon my head ae
I carry bread,

| SS = eee ce The bess, sir, that is ‘made. — 2






THE NEW BABY.





ye THE NEW BABY.
“How do, you do, little Mary?” said 1.

She put her finger in her mouth, but did not speak. Isat on the
sofa, holding the new baby.. Mary did not like the baby, and that.
was why a stood ever so far awa; aad frowned.

“Ts your dolly pretty well?” I asked.

She blushed, and hung her head. Then she ran and climbed
upon mamma’s bed with that big, big wax dolly, and began to ery.

“Dear little Mary!” said mamma, putting her arm about her, and
holding her close to her heart. But little Mary only eried the more.

“Q mamma,” said she, “I love you, I love papa, I love all the |
folks, but I. don’t love the baby! Baby is naughty!” .
Mamma, looked’ sad. She knew Mary had not been hee since |
the little brother came. She did not like to have any one rock him, |
or sing to him, or kiss fan She ‘wanted all the kisses herself; and —

then, too, she was so afraid mamma would forget to love her, now
that the new baby was here,


THE NEw BABY.

Poor little Mary! This was a sad mistake. Her mother’s heart
was very large, —large enough to hold and love two cae children
just as well as one.

T went away thinking how dear and sweet that baby was, with his
soft blue eyes, and smiling mouth, and cunning hands; but I did not
like to think his sister ais
Mary had frowned at him,

saying such unkind words.

Four weeks after this I
‘saw the pretty baby again.
He was pale and weak, for
he had been very ill; but

-the doctor said he would
soon be well. He lay in
his mother’s arms, Mary

kneeling beside him, kiss-
ing his dear little hands
and face and feet. _

“Mary loves her brother -
now,’ said mamma.

“Oh, yes: I knew that
the moment I saw her. -

“She was so sorry when
she thought God * as going

-.. totake himaway,” mamma
said, “and she means now.
to be always good to him.
if God lets hin stay here
with’ us.

“T’m.so glad!” said 1, os"

And then little Mary hid her fae in her baby brother’s bosom,
and I heard her whisper, ak love mamma, I love papa, I love you,
and I love God!”

‘Tears came in mamma’s eyes, but she kissed her little daughter,

“with a tender smile; and I thought [ fod never, never seen, her.
look so happy before,



SOPHIE MAY.




THE TAME CROW,

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THE TAME CROW.

Amos Lone lives on the fa next to ours. One day in spring
he caught a young crow in the field. He took him home and tamed
him. He taught him some funny tricks.

When the crow was full grown the cat had some ee Mink,
as the bird was called, weal ‘take the tail of one of the kitties in ‘his
bill and drag her around the room. Neither the kitty nor its

- mother liked this, and they ried with all theit might.

_ Mink used. to steal thimbles, spools of thread, “gloves, | and other

things, and hide them in out-of the-way places. If. he saw a hand-—

_kerchief | sticking out of any one’s nocket, he would snap at it and
ras: it out. Onc time, Mr. ae felt a tapping at: his back, and.

found that, Mink was filling his coat- pocket with red berries.

When the men are milling Ain! k will hop along and peck the -
cows’ noses. Mink will not let any one take him up, or pet him;
bot if any person holds out a stick, no matter how short it is, he
will perch upon it, On this” stick he will let — be carried
about the house. ee

: CORA BONKER.








HOW EDA AMUSED THE BABY.

HOW EDA AMUSED THE BABY.
Mamma is busy, nurse is sick, and it falls to
_ Eda’s lot to amuse baby Bessie. She draws her.
along in her-carriage through the buttercup mead-
ow and down to the little river. While she stops _
on the bank to throw stones into the water, 2













: She







= thought | comes’ into her head. Her eyes twinkle
"_ and she says to ihe baby, —
= “Oh, Jets play canal boat! That will amuse _
you better than anything. Mamma said I must
“amuse | you, don't you. a 2 You sit very still,


HOW EDA AMUSED THE BABY.

like a dear, good little girl. I will run back and
get a tub and play it’s a canal-boat. I will get a
rope, too, and be the mule that me it along, you
know.”

Bessie does n't “know” at all. She sits still till
Eda comes with a tub and a rope and a very red
face. The tub was awkward to carry, and knock-

ed against her ankles at every step, almost making
them bleed: :

She puts Bessie into the tub, but the little lips —
begin to quiver, for she has never had a tub ride
on. the water. ,

Eda sees the cry coming. She gives her some
light finger-taps on eye - nose, mouth and chin,
and says, — :

“* Kye winker, Tom Ti nker, nose dropper,
Mouth eater, chin chopper, chin chopper.”

Bessie laughs a little, and clutches the sides of
the tub with her chubby hands. The mule starts
off, singing, — i

~ “T have a little sister, and we call her Peep, Peep; ;

She wades in the water deep, deep, deep,”
when over goes the little sister, tub and all! But
the water is not “deep, deep, deep,’ and she keeps
her pretty head up, like a’ little turtle taking his
‘sun-bath: Eda dashes in and drags her out.
They both. set up a shriek that brings mamma

running to them, and she takes them home to dry.
ee FAITH WYNNE,


ee GOING TO BED.



GOING TO BED.

Tue little brown sparrows, be long coed to sing,
; “They re each fast asleep in his nest;

oo “The chickens are quiet beneath the. hen’s wing;
a _ The. cow-bell has hushed its ding-a-ling, ding, -~
Tis time Bertie-boy was at rest.




CUNNING MICH.

- : I'll oe off he pretty kult dress and blue tie,

- And put on his wrapper instead ;
_ Then, affer his sweet good- night kiss to dear Guy,
~ And low-spoken prayer to Heaven on high,

I'll cover him nicely 1 in bed. |

And all the night long an angel will ep
A loving watch over his rest : | i
~ While in through his window the bright stars. will

_, And dreams soft a nds pretty aroun a bin Wi a ‘creep,
Til morn wakes each bird 1 in is nest.
“MO ey CAREY.

CUNNING ‘MICE.

Uri in the garret in our. house there ined to-be
lots of mice.. But they never were any trouble
until one day papa put some corn there to dry, so

that he could use it to plant in the spring. When
he went to look at it, not long after, he found fiat
much of it had been carried off by the mice. |

So he told me. that he would givé mé.a penny
for every mouse | would cateh. — I was delighted,






CUNNING MICE,

ae edo got our old fae ae some cheese.
in it, and placed it in the garret. |

The trap had but two holes, and so could catch
tan two mice at a time. But 1 thought that a
_ great many, when for three mornings | had found
the trap full, and had been paid six cents for the
mice. I thought how rich I should be if I found



































two 1 mice in: the. ee on every morning foe a
«But it did not happen so, unfortunately for me.
One morning , when T went to look at my tap,
1 found it _sprung, and the cheese all gone, but
thee was no mouse. I set the trap again, and
the next morning it was the same way,—trap
sprung, but | no mice and no cheese. i told papa

Pa


CUNNING MICE.

abeut it, arid he was so much surprised that he
said he would watch for the mice the next night ,
and find out how they did it. -
Well, he went up to the garret long after I had
gone to sleép. First, he heard a little squeak,
then in the bright moonlight he saw a little gray
mouse, with large ears and bright eyes, looking

‘out from behind a barrel. Then the little fellow _

came out, looked around to see that there was no

gave another little squeak, when

three.or four more came~ out, and all went. to the —

danger, and then

trap, peeked’ into it, and saw that there was more

supper for them. But they did not any of them
put their heads in to eat it The largest mouse
put his tail into the holes, and, hitting the cheese, -
sprung the trap ; then he pulled out. his tail, got
the cheese, and shared it with the others.

They all seemed quite happy i in thinking con , :

nicely they were cheating that little boy whom
_ they saw so carefully setting the Uae to catch

them.
: “CULMER BARNES,




SCHOOL—TIME.

_ Lacarne feet, how slow they go,
Heigh ho! Heigh ho!
On their way to school, you know,
‘Heigh ho! heigh ho!

By and by they'll swiftly run,
Sing oh! sing oki!
Home again, for school is ‘done.

Sing oh! sing ob!
: ae KAY BEB)
PICTURE. LESSON. -
ONE
TWO = FOUR, oe

Letters in Ia; oe z Letters in door :



oe




/_ ) ABYEN,
HIGHT,
In play-mate ;

“PLAYMATE



_ PENNSYLVANIA.



: : - In mid-ship-men. —



- JULIA B BALLARR














BAD,




HOW. MISCHIEF TOOK THE ROSEBUD.

One little rose. had Mamma Fay,

_ Deep in the window growing,

And on its slender, drooping stem
A pink-white bud was showing.

Now little, darling Mischief Fay,
The pink-white bud espying,
Crept softly to the window-seat,

And quick on tiptoe standing,







“BOSE AND Sau.
Nipped off the Gud then ran away,
And when his mamma, crying,

0 naughty, naughty Mischief. Fay!
‘So bad, SO. disobeying | os

He oe lauched, and lisping said,
Careless of what he’d done, —
ef Why, - mamma, here ’th the ittle bud,

Take it, and thew if on.) |
ELIZABETH A. DAVIS. °

| BOSE AND SAM
- You knew Bose, who lived at Squire Fiocton's
on the hill? He was a large, gray, shaggy dog.



“Bam was a onal oe terrier, and ds home ¥ was
i the village.




BOSE AND SAM.

One day Bose was near Sam’s house, when he
all at once grew sick. He lay down and cried,
and the big tears ran down his cheeks.

Little Sam came up, and I think he asked Bose
how he felt, for soon Bose rose up and tried to
walk home. Sam ran by his side, and now and
then jumped and barked as if to help poor Bose to
bear his pain. Bose lay down to rest two or three
times, and Sam lay down with him.

At last they reached Squire Horton’s, and Sam
barked till Jane came to the door and took care of
Bose. Then Sam ran home.

The day after he came to see Bose and cheer
him up. Then he came again the next day, and -
ran about the house and ie barn, but could not
find his friend,

Poor Bose was dead. After a time Sam found
his grave, and there he lay dewn and howled.
But soon he went back to his home, and he did
not go to Squire Horton’s any more. ae



4A
AFTER. THE RAIN.



: AFTER Tee AEN

It had rained all night and until breakfast- time.
Then, just as Millie went to the window to see if
there was any sign of its clearing off, the sun came
out bright and clear. In a little while the clouds
were all gone.

“Just see the water in the paths!” said Ned,
-as he, Winnie, and Millie looked out the window.

“Look at that dear little pond at the foot of the
garden!” cried Millie.

“Wouldn't it be lovely to on through ?”
added Winnie.

“We could make splendid mud pies =e cakes
there,” said Millie.
AFTER THE RAIN.

-“T wonder if mamma would let us,” began Ned.

-“T think she would,” said their mother, who had
come in without their hearing her. “But you
must put on your old clothes, and come into the
house in time to be dressed before dinner.”

«Yes,’m; we will,” they all said at once.

Tt was not long before Millie and Winnie, in
their oldest calico dresses, and Ned, with his worn-
out pants rolled above his knees, were splashing in
the pond. = =. : oe

First they sailed chips for boats; then they
played the chips were whales, and caught them
with spears made of sticks. By the time the
whales were all disposed of, ‘they were ready to
- make mud pies out of the nice soft mud on the
edge of the pond. :

Millie made one pie in an old tin pan. She
even made “twinkles” around the edge, as Hannah, -
the cook, did. : , |
~ Winnie made one in a box-lid and filled it with
green currants. She put a top crust on, and cut
out half-moons in it so the fruit showed through.

Ned would not make pies, for he said that was
girl’s work; so he made a dam across the pond.

They played until nurse rang the bell tor them
to come in and be dressed. ‘They all said they

had not had so much fun for a long time.
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“On, see that
pretty moss! It is
like a star!”

It was clinging to
a rock by the sea-
shore. It was not
moss, but an animal.

“Tt is. a sea-stax,
Nellie, or a star-fish,
as some call it. Take it in your hand. You
will not be hurt.”

“Why, Uncle John! he is all lene Where
are his eyes and nose?”

“The sea-star has neither eyes, nose, nor ears,
Nellie. In fact, he has no head at all. Those
little feelers on What you call his legs are really Be the legs and AYins
he has. His mouth and stomach are all the same.”

“Oh, how funny!”

“Yes, he is a curious animal. When he has finished one meal some
of those little arms sweep his stomach clean, and then he is ready for
- another.”

“And what does he have to eat ?”

“Well, Miss Nellie, he is as fond of oysters as you are. Though
he seems so feeble, the strongest shell-fish cannot escape him. He
sends a poisonous juice through the valves of the oyster, which makes
him open his shell. Then the sea-star has a fine feast ! ”
























































































THE SEA-STAR.

“The wicked creature !”

«“ Yes, the oyster fishermen are no friends of the star-fish. But he
makes a pretty ornament when dried. Do you want to take him
home?”

“Tam afraid of being poisoned.”



«TJ will tell you what todo. Place him in this little wooden box.
I will bore some holes in it. Then put him down over an ant’s nest.
They will prepare him nicely for you. His poison does not harm the

ants.. Perhaps there are ant doctors who cure them.”
KHAM.


THE CIRCUS.

I went over to Mrs. Good’s to spend the day. I did not know.
there was to be a circus that day. After dimmer Mrs. Good said it
was time to go to the circus.

Mrs. Good had ten children. They were all going to the circus
but the eldest. -

The circus ring was under the big oak. On one side were chairs
and benches to sit on; on the other side were animals in cages.




i, i yp We paid two pins for a ticket. The
AUN tickets were blue, and said, ‘‘ Admit one.”
Walter Good was the showman. He took us around to see the
animals. He was a good showman.

“Here,” said he, “is the beautiful ostrich of Arabia. Its wing's
are too small fo fly with, but they help it inrunning. Look at its
long legs. The ostrich can run faster than any horse except our
Selim. Its feathers are used to trim hats. They cost a great deal.
My sister cannot afford to buy one for her hat.”
THE CIRCUS.

We all admired the ostrich. It was in a cracker-box, with strips
of shingles nailed roel ee eee |v it. / > Dhig
ostrich looked. : very much like a
long-legged light Brahma chicken.
But of course we were too polite to
say SO.

“Tn this cage,”
man, “you seea ¥
Brazil. He is too ¢ ce
This was a pretty Wee
had given Jeanie. :

Tn a wash-basin were some tiny yellow ducks. Walter called
them swans.

[And now,” said he, “I will show you the greatest wonder of all.
A royal Bengal tiger with cubs! - Every circus has a tiger, but not
the cubs. The tiger, as you all know, belongs to the cat family. It

a é has cat claws and cat

aN teeth. It prowls about in
the night for food, like a
cat.” i
B It did look very much _}
‘z like a cat,—the Maltese |
2’. cat and her kittens.
ee Then Walter showed us |
the lion. He was tied to a chair-leg. When the u i
lion roared, it sounded like a dog barking. ;

When we had all sat down, a pair of ponies came prancing into
the ring, — Bruno and Bose. Ernest drove them with long: lines and
a whip. :

Then there was a fine trapeze performance by Benton in the
swing.

After this we had a beautiful concert, with songs and readings by ~
Alice, Jeanie, and Willie. ct

It was the best cixcus I ever went #o, It was well worth two pins.

MRS. L. A. B, CURTIS,





\42 said the show-
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TREE-TOADS.

esa’ YOU ever hear an odd little chirp from some tree or vine near
the house? When you caught the
musician you found that it was a lively
little green toad. He is not much like
the great brown fellow who hops about
the garden at dusk, catching the bugs
and spiders which would soon spoil -
your. pretty plants. Those of our
country are, as I said, small, and very
near the color of the leaves or bark of
the trees to which they cling. ‘They
have some very curious relatives in
other parts of the world. The mother-
-toads, in topical Africa, put their eggs
on leaves by the side of small streams.
When the rain comes it washes them
into the water, which will furnish them
food after they are hatched. A good
old lady toad’s family in Martinique
rides about upon her back. In the
Andes mamma toadie carries her baby
in a sort of bag on her back,

In New Guinea there is a curious
little fellow, which flies almost like a
flying squirrel. His toes and fingers
are webbed, and look like great fans



outspread, as he springs from limb to
limb. They are only four inches in length, and the web of their
hind foot expands to four square inches. You see. that their feet
are their most prominent feature.
TREE-TOADS. — s

Nearly all the tree-toads are green or brown in color. A kind
Creator gives them this color, as a protection from their enemies, as
i, makes it more difficult to find them. One species frightens its sbes
by a luminous secretion ; another gives forth a very strong, pungene



odor when nee Like their achine of the garden, they destroy
many poisonous insects.
One bright little fellow is a natural barometer. To make him use-
ful he must be placed in a bottle, with a small ladder. Up this he
climbs in pleasant weather, to enjoy the scene, as any one else would.
But if the clouds are gathering, or a storm threatens, down to the
bowtom of the bottle he goes till the weather improves again.

MRS. FRANCES SMITH,
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of
eagles had
built their













oak tree, and there thought them-
= selves safe. They had reared their
a young brood in the same place the
- year before, and did not know of
i fs any danger about to overtake them.
Moe: One day two sportsmen passed
that way, and-as one of the birds was circling round the tree,
they proposed to shoot it. Quick as thought, a gun was raised,
and bang! down came the royal bird, shot through the wing. He
still, however, made such brave use of wings, beak, and claws, that
the hunters feared to approach him, and left him, as they thought,
to die.

Next day a young man, driving through a field of the same farm,
found the wounded bird in a ditch. He went near it, in spite of
much flapping of wings, and striking out with beak and talons. The
angry bird caught his leg in its fierce beak, and would not let go.
A friend came to his aid, and together they captured the eagle.
They fastened him with a strong rope, and carried him home. Then
they set the broken wing, and put him in a large, airy house.
THE WOUNDED EAGLE.



















































They fed him with fish, birds,
or anything they could catch



























or shoot.

This royal captive has a
white head, mottled brown
wings, and legs heavily booted
with feathers. His great tal-



ons can clutch and carry off a
young lamb in their powerful
hold. ou

Some day soon, his two
friends, who saved him from a
eruel death, will carry him.



home and set him free near



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his nest. His mate has no : :
doubt long wondered where he is, and why he has left her to rear

their young ones alone. oe
PINK HUNTER.



WHY SHE CACKLED.

“Tut, tut, Biddy Speckle!
Pray hush your loud cackle!
"Tis only an egg you’ve let drop:
No cause for such flurry,
This flutter and worry ;
I dare say ’t will soon be forgot.”

“O, dear mistress Kitty,
Please spare me your pity!
I cackle for joy, don’t you see?
: This egg Ill be hatching,
And soon he’ll be scratching
ee Fat worms for himself and for me.” ML CAREY.


MR. AND MRS. BUNNY AND FAMILY.

Perry GReen’s uncle gave him a, pair of white rabbits. They had
pink eyes, and were larger than the wild rabbits in the woods.
Perry’s brother John brought a box from the store on the wheel-
barrow. They set it on two sticks of wood at the door of the wood-
shed. This was to be the home of the rabbits. It was under the
grapevine, and Perry thought it was a very nice home.

Lottie and Eddie looked on and played with the rabbits while
Perry built the house. John showed him how to do it. At last the
house was done. Lottie caught one of the rabbits, and held him.
Eddie wanted to catch the other. The rabbit jumped when he came
too near him. It took three boys to catch him. At last both of the
_ pretty creatures were put in their new home. — oo

Though Eddie thought the box made a very nice house, the rab-
bits did not think so. The children fed them with clover, lettuce,
and other plants. But the rabbits liked better to run about the yard
and pick out their own food.

The rabbits had lived in the house under the grapevine about two
weeks. When Perry went out one morning to feed them, he found
they had “ moved out.” He was very sad and sorry.

Perry had made a bedroom, as he called it, in one corner of the’
house. He had put plenty of hay in it for a bed. But the rabbits

were not in the bedroom when Perry went to feed them. He went
into the garden to look for them.

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He could not find them in the garden. When he came back to
| the house, he saw Mr. and Mrs. Bunny eating the clover behind the
MR. AND MRS. BUNNY AND FAMILY.

slats. They had not “moved out,” after all. Perry wondered where
they had been when he first looked in the cage.

When he came home from school, they were gone again. This
time he made sure they were not in the house. He put some fresh
clover in the cage, and pretty soon they came out of the bedroom.
Perry did not know what to make of it. He went into the cottage
- and told his mother about it. — ae

‘They won't run away,” said Mrs. Green, smiling. “They know
what they like, and where they want to live, better than you do,
Perry. Be sure ao feed them every day, and let them alone as
much as you can.”

Perry wanted to know where they went when he could not find
them. Uncle John told the children a great many things about rab-
bits, and they agreed to let Mr. and Mrs. Bunny alone. It was hard

work, but they did it.

Some weeks later, after Perry had put some lettuce in the house,
he found four little pink-eyes came to breakfast with Mr. and Mrs.
Bunny. How happy he was then! How glad that he had let the
rabbits alone. — ge ae
Then John told him the rabbits had found a little hole in the floor
of the bedroom. They had gnawed till they made it large enough
for them to crawl through.. Then they had dug, or burrowed, into
the ground, and made a home after their own hearts. Here they had
brought up their little ones till they were big enough to go out and
eat clover. —

In a few months the Tee was full of rabbits. Perry sold them
for fifty cents a pair. He bought fowls with the money, and was
soon selling eggs and chickens. Perhaps he will be a great mer-

chant some time.
OLIVER OPTIC.
HONEYSUCKLE HALIs

HONEYSUCKLE HALL.

Lirtte Parry was eight years old. She lived in the “Sunny
South.” Her father was a planter, as great farmers are called at
the South. He lived in a village where there were a great many
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A poor man who lived near Patty lost his life on the railroad.
He had three little children. Patty used to play with Mary, the
oldest child. Mary’s mamma was not strong, and could not earn
money enough to feed and clothe her little ones.
HONEYSUCKLE HALL.

One day Patty found her little friend, Mary, crying. Mary was
hungry. She had had no breakfast or dinner. Her mother was
sick abed. Patty cried, too, when Mary told her what the matter
was.

- But she did something more than cry. She went home and told
her mother about it. Then she carried ever so much —— to the
poor woman and her hungry children. ©

Patty wanted to do still more: She called together five of her
little friends to help her. It was in the early spring, and the woods
were full of honeysuckle all in blossom.

Patty’s two big brothers helped too. Before night they had
covered the inside of an old shop, near the house, with honeysuckle
vines and blossoms. They borrowed pictures, and et ey
things, to put in the shop.

But the honeysuckle was the prettiest thing there, except Patty ;
- and they called the shop ‘‘ Honeysuckle Hall.” Then the little ones
asked the good people to come and see it. They charged five cents
to go in; and before night nearly all the people in Hi village had
been into Honeysuckle Hall.

One of the big brothers stood at the door and took the money.
The six little girls ‘‘did the honors” inside the hall. Most of the
folks who went in wanted to give more than five cents. Many
of them put a dollar into Patty’s little hands. At night they had
taken over fifty dollars. very cent of it was given to Mary’s poor
-mother.

Patty was: happy all i long. Her great black eyes seemed to
speak her pleasure. Her eo was alla smile. As she stood by
a window, with honeysuckle in her hands and all around her, Mr.
Moser made a picture of her. |

Do you want to know why she looked so happy? It was because
an ‘was doing a good deed. The poor woman me her three’ little

children were hungry no more.
OLIVER OPTIC.

Ab
THE SCHOOL VISITORS.

y, N. a quiet country-place, far from any city
: or village, stands a little red _school-
house. ae eee

It is on the top of a hill, near a
beautiful grove. It is so completely
surrounded by woods that one can
scarcely see it when the leaves are on
the trees. It is a lovely place in
summer. An abundance of wild flow-
ers grow on every side, and plenty of
berries can be found in their season.
The children have made seats under



the trees, and have two swings sus-
pended from the ae spreading branches of an oak.

A great many birds build their nests in the tree-tops, and the
squirrels leap about among the branches, gathering nuts for their
winter food.

They have become so tame that they allow the children to come
quite near them before running away.

There is one squirrel that often comes into the school-room and
‘suns about on the floor. One day he came into the room, jumped
on the teacher’s desk, and began to gnaw at an apple which he found
there. This pleased the children, and they watched him instead of
studying their books. So the teacher had to drive him out. He
tried to take the apple with him, but when he jumped from the desk
it slipped from him and rolled away on the floor. A moment later
he was seen just outside of the window, eating a nut. He peeped
through the glass in a saucy way, and seemed ta say, “I am out of
your reach now.”
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~ The teacher said she did not wish to seem rude to her visitors, but
‘she did not like to have them disturb her school, or take such libex
‘ies with her desk and apples.
THE. SCHOOL VISITORS.

In summer, when the windows are open, the birds often fly inte
the room. s

One time two of them came in together, and seemed determined te
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The teacher had to get the scholars to help her, and they chased
the birds around the room for a long time before they could get
them out. The children enjoyed the chase very much, and it gave

wuem a nice rest from their studies. :
Boe oe _#BL L. CHARLF«s
WHY TOMMY WAS IN BED.

THE sun was shining brightly. It was only two o clock in the»
afternoon, and yet Tommy was in bed. The fact is, he had been
in bed since ten o'clock. Do you want to know why? You
may be sure it was not from choice, for Tommy was very fond of
playing out doors, and was always the first to get up in the morning.

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But he was a very mischievous little boy, and liked to tease his
‘little playmates.

“Oh, dear!” said his little sister Edith one day, “I wish. my
hair was curly. J like curly hair so much!” _

“TJ will tell you how to make it curly,” said Tommy. ‘ Put
mucilage on it to-night, and in the morning it will be curled tight
to your head.
WHY TOMMY WAS IN BED.

Edith was only three years old, and did not know that Tommy
was teasing her. So that night, after her nurse had put her to bed
and had gone down-stairs, she jumped up and went into the library.
The mucilage was on a desk, and Edith emptied it over her head
and rubbed it in well.
Then she went back
te bed again, sure that
her hair would now be















curly.

Oh, what a little fright
she was when morning
eame! Her pretty



brown hair was stuck
tight to her head in a -
thick mass. Her mam-
ma tried to wash the
mucilage out; but it
could not be done.
The. poor little
head had to be
shaved at last.
“Tom must be punished,” said mamma,
in hiding behind the wood-
sure he cried when he

Tom was found
pile. You may be
found that he was to be punished.

And that was the reason Tommy was in bed when the sun was

shining. Don’t you think he deserved to be there?

SLORENCE B. HALLOWELL,
TOT AND THE TURKEY GOBBLER.

Tov was sitting on his grandmother’s doorstep looking at
his red stockings. His name was not really Tot, but Charles
Henry Augustus,—a very long name for a very little boy.

















































The reason he had such a long name was this. When he
was a baby he had two grandfathers and an uncle, who each
wanted him named. for himself. His father and mother
named him for all-three ; but everybody called him Tot.

At last he grew tired looking at his stockings, and began
to sing. Tot thought he could sing ; no one else thought so.
After a little he went to the barn-yard.
_ LOT AND THE TURKEY GOBBLER.

There were plenty of ducks and geese around, besides
chickens and turkeys. Tot always liked to look at them.
He liked one old turkey gobbler best of all. But Mr. Gob-
bler did not like Tot’s red stockings. As soon as he saw
them he ruffled. up his feathers, and with a fierce gobble
flew at them. This took Tot so by surprise that he fell
over backward, with his head in the chickens’ water-pan and
his feet in the air. ee

How he did scream! His grandmother heard him in the
kitchen. His aunts heard him in the parlor.. His mother
heard him in her room. She ran down into the yard.

There she found his grandmother and aunts. Nobody
knew what had happened, or where Tot was. His mother
ran to the barn-yard; the others ran after her.

There fhey found poor Tot on his back, screaming: with
all his might. All the ducks, geese, and chickens were
making a great noise.

The old gobbler was just: real for another nace Aunt,
Mary seized an old broom and drove away the turkey;
Aunt Kate stopped her ears with her fingers, to keep out
the noise; Grandma did nothing; but Tot’s mother picked
him up and carried him into the house. After he had been
washed and comforted, his mother asked him why he had
gone alone to the barn-yard, _ Tot said nothing, because he

had no reason to give.
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BE .GOOD, PAPA.

Two voices cry, ‘Be good, papa, ’
Don’t work too hard to-day!”
And I turn to see the waving hands
_ Of my little Beth and Faye.

Two girls of bright and sunny hair,
Of deep and thoughtful eyes;

And in their voices, touched with love,
What tender magic lies!
BE GOOD, PAPA.

All day, along the crowded street,
Within the busy town,

I seem to hear their voices sweet

They chase me up and down.


























And their dear words of
warning love
Pursue, where’er I
80;
They mean far more,
far more to me
Than those who speak
them know.









Have I no helping hand to reach

~ Out to my brother's need?

Do I seek my gain by others’ loss?
Am I led to some wrong deed?
BE GOOD, PAPA.

Do temptations press, within, without?
Do wrong impulses urge? a
Of some dishonorable act
Stand I upon the verge?

Then comes that message, soft and clear,
From the dear home, miles away.
“Be good, papa! be good, papa!”
The childish voices say.

There rise before my faltering eyes
My little Beth and Faye.
I feel I dare not do the wrong;

I dare not go astray.
FRANK FOXCROFE



THE SNOW FAMILY.

Ir was a very small family, — only three ; Mr. Snow, Mrs. Snow,

and the baby. Mr. Snow did not look like other men. Mamma
Snow did not look like your mamma. And their baby was such a
funny one !

Where do you think I saw this strange family? It was in our

school-yard, last winter. There had been a long snow-storm. Great
piles of soft white snow were in the yard. Boys like to play in the
snow. ‘They are not afraid of the cold.
os

THE SNOW FAMILY.

Well, my boys made a great snow-man. This they called Mr.

“Snow. Then they made a lady out of the snow. They called her

Mrs, Snow. ‘They said she was Mr. Snow’s wife. At last they
made a baby out of the snow. The Baby stood beside Papa and
Mamma Snow. :

Then they called me out to see this family. I told them Mr.
Snow was very pale for such a large man. One boy said, “ Yes;



















































































































































































































































































































































it is a very pale family. We think they are not very well.”

Another boy said he was sure they would not live long.

Every day I asked my boys about Mr. Snow and his wife and
baby. But one morning every one of the Snow family was gone,
Where was Mr. Snow? Where was Mrs. Snow? And where was
the funny little baby? They had lived in our yard just one week.
No one knew where they had gone. No one but the south wind

and the sun, and they would not tell ;
8. E, SPRAGUE.
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' GRANDFATHER'S SPECTACLES. _





















One day. Grandfather Shriff lost his spectacles. “Where can
they be? Maybe they are on the mantel.” So he hunted, but
could not find them on the mantel.

“Where can they be? Perhaps they are among the books.”
So he hunted and hunted, but could not find them among the books,
GRANDFATHERS SPECTACLES.

“ Perhaps they are in the other room.” So he hunted and hunted
and hunted, but could not find them in the other room.

“ Perhaps they are up-stairs.”’ So he hunted and hunted and
hunted and hunted, but could not find them up-stairs. ‘‘ Perhaps
I dropped them somewhere in the front yard.” So he hunted and
hunted and hunted and hunted and hunted, but could not find them
- anywhere in the front yard.

“Perhaps they are out in the dining-room.” So he hunted and
hunted and hunted and hunted and hunted and hunted, but could’
not find them in the dining-room.

At last he asked old Aunt Harriet, the cook. “Why marster,
there they is, right square on the top of your head.” And, sure
enough, there they were. Did n’t we all laugh at grandfather !



R. W. Le
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FINDING BABY’S DIMPLES,

SEE my baby brother But before to dreamland —

Sittiag in mamma’s lap; - My baby brother goes,
He’s just getting ready I want to count his fingers,

To take a little nap. And see his chubby toes,
FINDING BABY’S PIMPLES.

Mamma, can’t you make him His eyes shine like diamonds
Just talk and laugh again, When he leoks up so glad.

So we can find the dimples O, he’s the dearest brother
In his sweet cheeks and chin? A sister ever had.



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Now he talks a little, The angels love our baby,
And laughs, — come quick, He is so very fair ;
and see And so they came and kissed
My baby brother's dimples, him,
As cunning as can be. And left the dimples there.

MRS, F. 8. LOVEJOY
“ROCK-A-BYE BABY ON THE TREE TOP.”











One day last summer, down in Texas, 4
there was a fearful storm. It was a wind-
storm. The wind was so strong that it
carried roofs of houses, and such things, a
great way. 5

When it was over, some men set out to
follow the track of the storm. One of them
told this true story. They thought they
might find things that the
wind had dropped; and they

= might find some
one hurt and in
need of help.

It was near
night, and quite |
dark in the woods,
when they heard
a cry. They

stopped to look 2
about and listen. They heard the ery

again; and then they saw some dark thing up in a tree.




THE BLIND BASKET-MAKER,

“Tt is a panther!” said one. “Stand off! I will shoot!”

“No; stop!” said anoitier,; it is not a panther. I will climb
up and see what it is.”

Up he went; and what-do a think he found, lodged in the
tree?

A cradle with a dear little bab by in it! The fearful wind had
blown down the baby’s home. It had carried off baby, cradle and
all, The cradle was caught ce branch of the high tree.

Then the wind blew against it so hard that the cradle was wedged
in a crotch of the tree. It was so fast that the men had to saw
away the boughs to get it down.

There was the dear baby, all safe and sound, in its cradle nest.
No one knew where the baby’s friends were, or where its home had
been. The men carried it to their home; and a kind woman took
care of it. ae

Are you not glad that the poor little baby was saved in the tree?
If the cradle id fallen to the: ground, you know, the little one
might have been killed. Was it not a good ‘hing that the men
heard the baby cry? -

- MRS. D. P. SANFORD,





THE BLIND BASKET-MAKER,

Hevry, the basket-maker, is sitting at the door of his house. He
is now nearly sixty years of age. With Fido his dog, and Lucy
his granddaughter, he goes from place to place and gets work.
Lucy finds it very tiresome to go every day with hev grandfather,
but Fido is very fond of going.

The old man has not seen the sun, or his own face, or the trees,
or anything at all, for more than twenty years. He does not know
what Lucy looks like. He only runs his fingers through her golden

mmngiets and calls her his Sunshine.
6A
THE BLIND BASKET-MAKER. — -

He can make a basket in one morning. He makes .it of willow
branches that are of several colors. How does he do that? Why,
Lucy puts all the willow that is of the same color in one pile, and
then tells him. He says , :





sort willow. If Fido§











































































































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could only be taught to know colors, would it not be nice? There,
that basket is done, and off walks the old man, cane in hand, and
the basket on one arm. Lucy leads him, and Fido follows close
: RB. W, LOWRDE,


A CHILD TO A FLY.

0 you naughty little fly!
Get you out of this sweet milk!
Fil put you in the sun to dry
Your little, glossy gown of silk.

Yes, wash your cunning little face;
Spread your gauzy little wings;
Go tell others of your race.
Not to do such naughty things.

Yes, rub your funy little eyes ;
Stretch your thread-like, little legs 3
Be determined you will rise
On your slender little pegs.

- See the flies, above so high, |
| Gambolling, chasing, playing catch ;
Use your wings ; up to them fly,

And show yourself an equal match.

You won’t, you naughty little fy; —
You'd rather try the milk again ?
Yes, there you go, and now you'll die,
For in the milk you must remain. —


regina!

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O you stupid, silly fly! :
Don’t you wish you’d learned to swim?
Say your prayers before you die;
Sing some droning little hymn.

2iKhS. SUSAN V. MEARS..
LITTLE MISS JOSIE.

Lirtie Josie is a very sweet child, with dark eyes and soft lieht
hair. She has a large dolly, and when she comes down in the morn-
ing with Miss Doily in her arms, everybody is glad to see them both.
‘She talks a great deal, and sometimes we cannot make out all she
says, but we like to look at her and hear her sweet words.







One morning she went to breakfast in the big hotel all alone, and
had a round table and a big waiter for herself. Jim was very good
to the little lady, and proud to wait on her; but Josie wanted as
many things as two or three grown people one have wished. She
held out her hands for so many things that Jim did not know what
to do. Mamma came in and would not allow her little girl to eall

for anything more for fear she should make herself sick,
M. 'E. BL
DILLY DALLY.

As sweet a child as one could find,
if only she were prompt to mind;
Her eyes are blue, her cheeks are pink,
Her hair curls up with many a kink;
She says her name is Allie,
But, sad to say, -
Ofttimes a day
We call her Dilly Dally.

errands, grave or gay,
She’s sure to loiter by the way;
No matter what her task may be,
by and by,” cries she.
And so, instead of Allie,

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e, one and all,
Have come to call
This maiden Dilly Dally.
1 think, if she could only know
How wrong it is to dally so,
Her tasks undone she would not leave,
Nor longer mother’s kind heart grieve;
And then, for Dilly Dally,
We'd gladly say,
Each well-spent day,
“This is our own sweet Allie.”

M. Be BUG






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Fry away, little bird

'Tis your season to go;
. The winter is coming, :
: With cold winds and snow.









The flowers have gone

From the meadows around,
To live in their seeds as
And their roots under ground.






THE LITTLE PEDLERS.

Wr ’rx playing we are pedlers,
And we’re going up and down,
Just as they do to sell their goods

To people in the town.

We each one have a basket,

_ To carry on our backs;

We've filled them full of every-
thing, at

And play they are our packs.

Now won't you buy an elephant,
VE’s not so very big 2

Perhaps you'd like a eurly dog,
Or our funny china pig.

Then we have some ribbons,
Some apples, and some cake;
1 SS! :
Well be delighted to supply
Whatever choice you make. —

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WILLIE AND PUSSY.

Witlik PARRISH went to have his picture taken. His
mother did not know how she was to keep him still long
enough. Willie was very fond of pussy, and the cat was
taken to the photograph room. _

Pussy did not feel at home in the room. It was as hard te
keep her still as it was the baby. Pussy did not care about
having her picture taken, but she liked to play with Willie

Mrs. Parrish placed Pussy in Willie’s lap, and both of
them were happy then. The artist was going to put Willie
WILLIE AND PUSSY.

as ie wanted him in the picture; but baby thought the man -
meant to take pussy away from him. He put his arms .
around the cat, and held her as tight as he could.

“You sha’n’t have my pussy!” said he, looking at the
man. Willie was just right then. Lhe artist drew the ee

and took the picture as you see it.
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TED’S BIRTHDAY

“Trp,” said Mrs. Fenn, “ will you go to the store for me?”
“Oh, dear,” said Ted, who was making sand pies in the yard,
“T’m so busy. Can’t cook go?” «
“No,” said his mother, “cook is busier than you
are. Come, run along like a good boy, and perhaps
I'll give you a surprise when you come back.
Hand the clerk in the store this paper, and he
will give you what 1 want.”
© What is it, mamma?”
“Never mind. Don’t
ask too many ques-
tions.” :
Ted washed his
hands, took the
paper, and
started off.




















aye -

As soon as he had gone, two little girls
came out froma closet where they had been hid-

< ing. They were Ted’s cousins, Milly and Madge:
‘They had come to spend the afternoon with him, because it was his

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birthday. ‘Yeu’s mother was going to give him a party, and the
little girls had brought their doll’s dishes.

As Ted was wi allins home with the bundle the clerk: had given
him, he thought he oa peep in to see what it contained. Marsh-
allows! Oh, how round and fat and white they were! If there
was anything Ped liked in the shape of candy, it was marsh- mallows.
~“JT wonder if they are’ good,” he thought to himself. And he
tasted one to see. lt sined so quickly dowu his throat that he
had to take another before he could decide. And then he took
another. He felt very wicked; but he kept on taking marsh-mal-
lows until they were all gone, and he held the empty bag in his hand.

Milly and Madge waited for Ted until ey were out of patience.

“T saw him come in and go up-stairs,” said cook

The little girls and Mrs. Fenn looked for Ted in every room ‘of the
house, and called to him until they were tired; but they could n’t
find him. So the ae girls put on their bonnets and went home.

As Mrs. Fenn was going up-stairs after supper, she heard the sound
of sobbing. It ena to come from the clothes-basket on the land-
ing. She looked in, and there was Ted.

ha took -him out and talked to him kindly about his sin, and he
promised never to be so naughty again. But it was a long time be-
fore he forgot that he had spent most of his birthday in the clothes-
basket.



BURNY FLORENCE




























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HELPING ONE'S SELF.

Tue speckled hen clucked on her nest,

And in the egg beneath her breast _

s chicken stirred. “Oh dear!’’ said he,

“If something now would set me free!”
The egg had never seemed so small, —

‘He had no space to move at all, —

« And no one cares,” thought he, “or knows

How close the walls about me close.”

-He felt so small, and lone, and weak !
But at the shell he struck his ‘sak;
“For I must help myself,’ said he,

“ Or else I never shall get free.”

Peck, peck! He tried his utmost might;
The shell had never seemed so tight ;

He might as well give up; fall back;
No, no ! Peck, peck! He heard a crac‘.
Peck, peck! Half pleased and half afraid,
He saw that he a hole had made!

Peck, peck! “I must be brave,’ said he,
“Or else I never shall get free!”
HELPING ONE’S SELF,

Peck, peck! At last, beyond a doubt,

He found his head was coming out!
Peck, peck! Peck, peck! Oh, was it true?
The prison shell had broke in two!

Off came the hen with speckled breast,

Out came the chickens from the nest. —



Cluck, cluck! the mother led the way

Into the new world glad and gay;

The green leaves danced, the sky was blue,
The springing grass was gemmed with dew;
The air was warm, the sunshine bright,
Loud peeped the chicken with delight.
“But I should never have been free,

Had I not helped myself,” said he.
S 2 MARIAN DOUGLAS.
- LULLABY.

Because the little lambs have gone














To sleep so long ago,
And every little bird has flown

Safe to its nest, you know;



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A) Should not my little lambkin hie
‘To the sweet land of

Lullaby !

Because the merry day is gone,
- And twilight shadows fall,
‘And the bright sun has said good night,
To lambs, and birds, and all ;—
Should not my birdie seek his nest,
And fine the night-time Sweetly rest,
oe Lullaby!
‘THE GOOD LITTLE CHINEE.



THE GOOD LITTLE CHINEE.

_ Tuere is a lad
Who’s never bad,
Nor can he mischief do.
His almond eyes
Look very wise :
T’ve christened him “Hop Loo.”

He’s always still; He’s well behaved ;
His screams don’t fill His head is shaved ;.
The air with terrors new. . His hair is in a queue.
He never grows, ~ . While he is here,—
And turned-up toes oo This fact is queer, —
He wears on either shoe. — . He is in China too!
He never ran;
He holds a fans
His garments are sky-blue ;
But on a plate —
Of ancient date.
You'll see this good Hop Loo! —

oe GEORGE COOPER.


A LITTLE LAD AND LASS.

Once there was a little lad,
Long time ago.
A bright new. cent was all he had, ~ ae
"Twas not much, you know.
The little lad walked out one da.
He met a small maid on the way;
-He saw a tear drop from her eye,
‘And full of pity questioned why,
ae Long time . zo, long time ago.

The little maid at once replied,
Lo ong time ago,
“Ht is ae bread that I have cried,
Oh, dear, oh!” ~
Quick as a wink the Stas lad,
Whose heart for that small maid was sad,
Pulled out his bright new cent, and said,
“Don’t ery, miss, F will buy you bread,’-
Long time ago, long time ago.



. As soon as said, the deed
was done,
Long time ago.
He gave his_penny for 4
bun,
A penny bun, you ine.
And what a happy lad was
he!
And what a iy lage 5 was
she!
His loss was gain to that
small maid,

And, “Thank you kindly,
sir!’ she said,
Long time ago, long
. time ago. ott
! ee oe se ' WARY D. BRINE.



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OUR LITTLE SAILOR.

Hern’s another sailor Hasn’t got his sea-legs,.
Just come aboard, - Doesn’t know a ropes

While our ship is sailing Ss He_-will “ bear ‘a hand”
Oceanward! — Some day, we hope.



- Seems to think his shipmates ~ Seas won’t all be pleasant, —
Quile a jolly crew; 3 Breakers threaten oft:
Wonders at our sea-talk, . —_. May he keep a faithful

Strange and new. ; Watch aloft!

“May the tempest find him
Stanch, true, and brave,

_ Sailing from Port Cradle
- To Port Grave ! é .
ss GEORGE COOPER.


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THE LITTLE CHIMNEY-SWEEPS.

Ove rainy day Tommie was standing by the window watching
the great drops roll down ‘the window-panes. He did n’t like rainy
days. - ee :
_ All at once he heard a great noise in the fireplace. Such a chat-
tering! The screen was taken down, and there were four poor little
e swallows cling-

ing to the sides
of the chimney.
Tommie called
them ‘“‘chim-
ne y-sweeps,”
and tried to
eatch one. It









clung so fast to the chimney sides that he could scarcely pull it off. cee :
There was no nest to be seen. Tommie and his mamma thought = ss
the poor little sweeps must have been frightened by the storm. .




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observatory on
the house-top,



THE LITTLE CHIMNEY-SWEEPS.

‘Tonanie wondered what he could do with them. They could not
go up the chimney, and the old birds would never come down. If
he put them in the yard the eat would catch them.

Then Tommie told his mamma that he could carry them to the








and get his papa
to put them in the chimney.
He gota little basket, caught
the poor little & birds, and put
them init. His} 3 mamma tied a
handkerchief over the top of
the basket © to keep the birds in.
_ By noon the sun was out, and
Tommie’s papa came home to

: dinner. They eae SSbe Q went to ae ob:

servatory, Tommie carnying the basket of « “chisane y-sweeps.”

f
THE LITTLE CHIMNE nY-8 WHEPS.

- The little boy held he teehee while His papa put the ee in the
chimney- top, one ata time. T Pay clung to ae as and ie to
cry again.

‘Tommie was held up to see the little birds, and then they went _
dein stairs, so that the old birds might. take care of their little ones
and not be frightened. a - :

After ‘Tommie had gone, the mamma and. papa birds.came up

and showed the little ones how to get to their nest again. --
AUNT NBLL.





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INDOLENT JOE.

“Har all a-tangle,

_ His hat. to one side,

His coat-tail in shreds,
His shoestrings untied;

Idle and worthless,

- With nothing to do;

No wonder folks say,
“That’s indolent Joe!”

Too lazy to work,
Too lazy to play,
He lolls in the sun
The iaost of the day 3
Yawning and moping,

- And dreadfully slow, —

Here is a picture.

OF indolent Joe.

_ FRANK B, STAUFFER,




a OUR LITTLE ONES.

_PEETTY POLLY PRIMROSE.

-RETTY Polly Primrose,
Up at early dawn,

Finds her little blue shoes,

- And works to get them on.
Clean white dress she sure must have,

To go out in the Park. :
“Where the birdies sing,”
“TU go sit and hark.”






she says,

Breakfast all is ready;

Nurse runs -to and fro.
‘“Where is Polly?” mamma aska,
we No one seems to know.
= ae _- Papa searches round the lawn,
The garden, and the street;

_ Listens, hoping just to hear

‘The ae of her feet.

Polly parables o'er the grass
Wet with fragrant dew,
Never minding dress so white, —

Or shoes of azure blue.
Down upon a stone she sits;

Sweet the birdies sing;
Flowers blossom at her side, —

‘She as fair as ve |



Soft winds rustle in the trees;
Birds their’ matins keep ;

. Warm and tired, Polly nods, Ss
ie Phen falls fast, sey eS


WHAT BECAME. OF THE CREAM.

‘Tan Filbert ohildien were going to farmer. Wheat’s for some
ream.
It was a mile to the frm. Harry was to take his new wheek -
barrow, to wheel the jar. : ae
‘They were to have icecream in ‘the afternnon. At the thought










WHAT BEQAME OF THE OREAM.

e. this treat both Harry and little Helen clapped their hands witt
_ joy. Se = : : .
“Walk carefully,” said Mamma Filbert, “for the jar will be fuli..
If you are tired you ey rest, in the se Come back as soon as
you can.’ : ee

The ohilden set out in high glee. ce frolicked along the road,
while Helen picked wild flowers by the roadside. ~~

“The earthen jar was filled with cream. Mrs. Wheat tied the covet —
on, and packed the jar mee 3 in the little wheelbarrow with BOS:
wisps of hay. Pe
: “Now it- will not slide about,” she said.

The childrén set out upon their return. But the sun now began te
grow warm.

“Let us go through the wood,” said Harry.

“Do you know the way?” asked Helen.

«“T-think I do. It isn’t far!?

It was pleasant in the shade, though the path was rough. The
squirrels frisked overhead, and the children began te feel. like
frisking themselves. :

- Besides, what can you ee ve a i has a- fre red oe
barrow, with yellow horses painted on the sides.

The horses were standing on their hind Jegs, just as if ey
were trying to jump up to the squirrels.

' Harry forgot what his mother told him. He ee to. frisk, ©
and then to gallop, while the wheelbarrow bounced over the stones
m the path. - :

The children raced till they were out of be "The sik
was longer than they thought. Mamma Filbert had been looking
for them fifteen minutes when they reached home.

“Why, how warm you are!” she cried, as she took out the
jer. As she opened it she laughed and shook her head.




| WHAT BECAME OF THE CREAM. 5

os “You will have to go without ice-cream to-day,’ she said.
The children began to wonder. Their mother: took a spoon,
and, after a few stirs with it, showed them a fine jar of butter.
“Your wheelbarrow is a good churn, Harry,” said she; “but
when you go after cream you must mind your mother, and walk
earefully.” | .
So- Harry’s disobedience cost: the children their ice-cream that

day. ‘
PEN ANDINCK.




PLAY-TIME,







THE boys were in the garden,.

Digging little wells; :
The girls were at the sea-side, ~
Hunting pretty shells.





The boys were in the school-
- = Foon, ga
Sitting all in rows; —
The girls were in the ball-room,
Standing on their toes.



The boys were in the wild

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- Picking sweet red berries;

The girls were ‘neath the fruit- -

ee trees, ae os
Shaking down the cherries -







The girls were in the old swing, i

Getting many a fall;
The boys were running swiftly
After bouncing ball.












Tired out, both girls and boys

In bed are sleeping sound.
May Heaven’s brightest angels
Their dreaming couch sur-
round!
CELIA LOGAN.


- bong time what Santa

WHAT SANTA CLAUS ‘BROUGHT FOR KITTY.

Sometimes Kitty was naughty. One day she was very naughty.
she began before she was. out of bed in the morning, and grew
worse. ahd worse. 3 ee :

It happened to be the. day before ‘Christmas, just when every one
should be good. The children -had

been talking and won dering for a
Claus would

had asked
her “mother,
“she told her
to wait and
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But re day, as. s Kitty grew naughtier every tigate, her. mois er
‘ooked very grave, and said she was oe Santa Claus would bring
nothing to such a ee child. But Kitty ee no attention, andl












‘

- WHAT SANTA OLAUS BROUGHT KITTY.

when the time came, hung her stocking with the others as if she
had never been naughty. ‘Then, when her mothér was not looking,





she took the
‘scissors, and cut
the longest curl
from her baby
brother’s head.
This was too~ /
much! She was
sent to bed at
once. a

Next morning
the children ran
to their stockings
as soon as they
were awake.
There they hung,
stuffed full from
top to toe. Kit- “
‘ty’s stocking was
full too. But—-



‘it is-almost too dreadful to tell! — her stocking was filled with coarse



black ashes. Sticking out at the top was a long whip. These gifts
showed plainly what Sane Claus thought about it.




THE SCARLET MITTENS.

Kitty was too much shocked to speak -She went back to bed and
lay there until it was time to be dressed. All day she was very
quiet, but very good. Her mother saw her every now and then
wipe the tears from her eyes. She felt very sorry for her little girl,
and at night told her to hang up her stocking again; perhaps Santa
_ Claus might still have something left for her. Kitty was almost
afraid to try; but her mother = it up with a smile, and she fell
asleep, feeling very happy.

Next morning her stocking was filled oe eterything she wanted -
moost. .

Kitty did not grow good all at once, but she was never again as

naughty as she had so on that day hefore Christmas.
A. M. &

THE-SCARLET MITTENS.

Mrrrens had come in vogue
Ever since Jack Frost, the rogue,
Came out of his den of ice,
To pinch, till they grew red,
. The fingers of little Ted;
And so > grandma with her gentle hands Ieniited some warm and 7108 5

And when they were. finished, wrote
To Teddy a loving note,
| Saying, that, troublesome
Old Jack, she thought, would freexe
. Himself, before in these =~
He could find a chink to creep. Then she put a penny in sock
thumb.

And they were sent by post,
A two-days journey, almost;
And when they got there, Ted
Could hardly wait to see
What the letter to him might be.
T was ‘Opened ; and out were taken the mittens oh, so red}
THE SCARLET MITTENS.

Each had upon the back
Three times a flowery track
Of scarlet silk; and, beside,
About the little wrist
_ A shining, silken twist :
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Teddy well understood
That only dear grandma could
_ Have made such a dainty pair.
Then he put in his thumb —
Not after a sugar-plum,
As little Jack Horner did, —but he felt there was something
hidden there.

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THE SCARLET MITTENS. ;























































A penny in each, indeed!
Be sure, with his utmost speed
He was off to the candy store, —
Off without even his hat, — g
He. did not think of that; z
Hoe was warm with his scarlet mittens on if he never was beforef

MRS. CLARA DOTY BATES, e




TELEPHONING

Minnie Midget, on the floor, —
Puts the dumb-bell to her ear:
“Hallo, Central! don’t you hear?
Give me Forty-Twenty-Four !
“ Mamma’s house; halloo! halloo!
Mamma lives at Rocking Chair.
That you, mamma? Stay right there!
[ve a message all for you.”

‘Mamma answers, far away,
With a big spool at her ear:
“All right, baby! I can hear;
What would Midget like to say 2”

“Mamma, are you truly, true,
Hearing every single thing, —
What I think, and say, and sing, —

As if I were close to vou?”

“Yes, I hear, my little one.
Every word’s so plain and clear
I might almost think you here,

Speaking with no telephone!”
“PELEPHONINGY



“Well, you please to tell the doctor —
Dolly has the stomach-ache;
Wants some peppermints to take,
All the day DPve sat and rocked her.

* And please, mamma, I love you!”
“ All right, baby, here is one
Doctor sends by telephone,
: And a kiss for Midget, too.”

“Thank you, mamma; now I'll try
To get Seventy-One-Two-Nine, —
Aunty’s house, — to talk with mines;
Ai oe mamma dear! Good-by.”
- GEORGE 3. BURLEION:




































































































































































































































THE EMPTY NEST.

WE found it under the apple-tree,

Torn from the bough where it used to swing,
_ Softly rocking its babies three,
_ Nestled under the mother’s wing,
THE EMPTY NEST.

This is a leaf, all shrivelled and dry,
That once was a canopy overhead ;
Doesn’t it almost make you cry
To look at the poor, little, empty bed ?

All the birdies have flown away:
Birds must fly, or they wouldn’t have wings 5
Don’t you hope they'll come back some day ?—
Nests without birdies are lonesome things.

Deep in the mother’s listening heart
Drops the prattle with sudden sting,
For lips may quiver and tears may start;
But birds must fly, or they wouldn’t have wings.

Se . EMILY HUNTINGTON MULBER.


THE YOUNG LETTER-WRITER.

‘SHE thought she’d write a letter ;
But, then, she didn’t think
She’d be so very careless
With her sister’s purple ink.

































































She got it on her fingers;
She got it on her dress ;

And a sorry little creature
Was our pretty little Bese.


THE YOUNG LETTER-WRITER.



She scribbled and she folded,
And she pasted on a stamp,

And dried it on her apron—
The roguish little scamp !

She saw the others writing,
__. As easy as could be;
And why she shouldn’t also
She really didn’t see.

She’s a darling little Bessie,
Although she didn’t think
She’d be so very careless
With her sister’s pen and ink.
: : R .W, LOWRIE,


LILY’S PET DEER..

Aurnouen Lily lived far
in the country, and had no
brothers or sisters, she was
never lonely. . She had a
beautiful pet deer for a play-
mate.

Lily called her deer Beauty.
When Lily was only four
years old her father brought
Beauty home with him.
Beauty was a very little fawn.
then, with white spots on her
back and sides.

Lily and Beauty grew very fond of
each other, and had nice times at play. Lily
liked to run after Beauty, she went in such
pretty leaps and bounds.

“Bonu would not play so nicely with Jack, a little colored boy.
on the farm. She liked to tease him. She would stand on her
hind feet, and pretend she was going to strike him with her fore-
feet. The boy would always scream and run to Lily when he saw
Beauty coming. :

But Beauty would go into the gardens near the farms, and eat
the vegetables. The farmers complained to Lily’s father, and he
promised to do something with Beauty.

One day a traveller stopped at Lily’s home and wanted to buy
Beauty. Lily kept quiet until she saw the man take out his purse.
Then she could stand it no longer. She ran to her father, but could
not speak for crying. Beauty ran to Lily and put her head on her
‘arm as if she wished to comfort her.




_LILY’S PET DEER.

When Lily could speak, she told her father she would make Beaty
stay with her during the day. She would fasten her at night, so
she could not annoy the farmers. Lily’s father was very sorry
for her, and told the visitor he would try Beauty again.













The gentleman rode on, and left Lily and Beauty better friends
than ever. Lily didn’t. know how fond she was of oe until
she came so near losing her.
AUNT NELL



SUMMER'S DAWN.

Tue hill-tops gild with the coming light;
The shadows lift from glen and rill;
The birds o’er the meadows wie ee flight,
_ And-with sweet songs the woodlands fill.
SUMMER'S DAWN.

The murmur of the rippling brooks,
The buzz of insects on the lawn,
The hovering mists o’er flowery nooks,
. All speak of the approach of dawn.

‘Sweet perfumes, fresh from Flora’s dells,
Rise heavenward through the leafy trees,
And thistle-down, from prickly cells,
Goes floating on the -balmy breeze.



















































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































Old Sol with smiles peeps o’er the hill,
And rises in the purple sky ;

His rays each woody recess fill,
Where tangled vines and mosses lie.

The lovely flowers, with pearly gems,
That dreamy, rolling meads adorn,

And ferns and harebells of the glens,
All hail the summer's happy dawn.

FRANK H. SELDEN,
THE FALLING LEAVES.

_ A Britne red squirrel sat under a tree,
When the leaves were falling adown, adown;
Some were golden, and some were red,
And some were a russet-brown.
“Tf only these leaves were nuts,” thought he,
“What a rich little squirrel I should be te

A sweet little baby sat under a tree,

: When the leaves were falling adown, adown $
They fell in his lap, they danced on his toes

_ And they tickled his little, bald crown. _

He lifted his arms, and crowed with glee:

“They’re birdies, mamma, all flying to me.’

Some poor little flowers lay under a tree,
When the leaves were fallmg adown, adown ;
And they thought of the cold, bleak, wintry days,
And the snow-king’s angry frown.
But the leaves called out, “We're coming, you see,
To tuck you in as snug as can be.”

‘A shy white bunny sat under a tree,
But the snow-flakes were fallmg adown, adown;
The wise red squirrel had scampered away,
_And the baby had gone to town.
So he lifted the cover a trifle to see,
And the flowers were sleeping as sound as could be.

ee GUSSIE PACKARD DgBOIRA.








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