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Tiny trots

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Title:
Tiny trots an annual for little people
Creator:
Stoneman, George ( Publisher )
Rainey, W ( William ), 1852-1936 ( Illustrator )
Browne, Gordon, 1858-1932 ( Illustrator )
Place of Publication:
London
Publisher:
George Stoneman
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Language:
English
Physical Description:
204 p. : ill. (some col.) ; 25 cm.

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Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Children's stories ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1895 ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1895
Genre:
Children's stories
novel ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage:
England -- London
Target Audience:
juvenile ( marctarget )

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General Note:
Frontispiece printed in colors ; some other illustrations by Gordon Browne and W. Rainey.
General Note:
"Printed in Holland." -- cover.

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TINY TROTS

AN ANNUAL FOR LITTLE PEOPLE.



LONDON: GEORGE STONEMAN, 21, Warwick Lanz,
PATERNOSTER ROW. : ;
1895. , f







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CONTENTS.

AUAlone
Awkward Customer, An.
Accident, The

Anxious Puss , .

Bad News.
Blindman’s Buff.

Chaffinch, The .
Cat’s Cradle .
Clara’s Trust.
Chase Are cio
Catching the Thief.
Christmas Morning.

Crib, The.
Dot’s Help
Dril .

. Duty First, Pleasure Afterwards .

Dobbin and Johnny
“Do let me!” .

Ethel’s Visit .
Funny little Customer, A
‘Firm Foundation, A .

Flossy’s lost Hat
Fancy Dress .

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. 186
. 200

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First Prize, The

Flower’s Message, The :

For the Asking.
Freeing of Birds

Generous Cat, A
Good Turn, A .

’ Hard Sum, A

Home From the Beach .

Hare and Hounds .

Ivor’s Journey
In the Dark .

Jolly Tar, A. .
Jack’s Purchase.
Jealous Hani. i
Jasper and Snowflake.
Just to Show.

Katie’s Doll .
Kind Bertie .

Lobster, The.
“Little Miss Vanity”
Lost Penny, The
Little Pebbles, The
Lost. Sally.

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Mammy-Boy, A.
Marie’s Newspaper.
May-Day .

My Playmate

Not a Coward
Next Door

Ned’s Jackdaws .
Naughty Temper.
Netta’s Task.
Narrow Escape, A.
Never . i

Our New Playroom
On the Cliff .
Our Holiday .
-Our Happy Home.

Playmates.
Pick-a-Back .

Pets.

Puss and the Milk. -jug
Picture Book, The.
Partings :
Playing Horses .

Queen of the Day.
Queer Cricket

CONTENTS.

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Ripe Pears

Ronald’s Entertainment .

Snap-Dragon.
Soldier Laddie, A .
See Saw!

Strong and Wo :
Sweet Music.
Summer Holidays .
* Sunshine”

Tired Out
Tom’s Opinion .
Too Strong .

Under Control .
Ups and Downs
Use and Beauty.
Ungrateful Billy.

Visit to Brighton, A .

Wounded Bird, The .
Would. be a Soldier, He
Wait a Little ENG:
Wolf and the Goat, The
What he Could.



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1 KNOW HOW TO HANDLE THEM CHAPS,”



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‘| HE orster,

a “Flt Hil Get away from

A Ng ww, there! Don’t you touch that!
| A You'llget your fingers nipped!”

=== cried Jack, running as hard as
he could. “I’m bigger'n you,
and I know how to Heme
them chaps.”

Mattie dearly loves to poke hee fat
fingers where they have no business to-
be; she often gets into trouble on that
account. But,’ when Jack took out a
lobster, picked up a stick of wood, and
showed her how tightly the creature
gripped it, and how the wood was broken
before he would let it go, Mattie was
glad that Jack had come just when he
did. She had been playing round the
lobster trap, and most likely, in another
minute, those claws would have had a>
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Nourse was neany at her
wits end! Nurse gets there

so often that perhaps it is

not so very far to go after

call.

“It you don't stand still,
Miss Dot, it is impossible
that | can get your hair ©
Bl tidy.”

But Dot wriggled away, crying “Do
let me, Nurse! Only just a minute! |
must see!” and leaned’ forward right out
of the nursery window. It had been
raining, and two barefooted children were
watching a ragged boy while he eagerly
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clear little voice.

“Dick had a penny, and he’s bin and
lost it!” came the mournful answer.
_. Nurse lifted Dot from the window. “If
you dont stand still, and let me finish



A. | BOPS HELP.

dressing you, Miss Dorothy, I shall
undress you straight {Orne ruck joule you
into, bed» 250 there!

This was desperate! So Dot stood to
be finished as patiently as might be,
darting off to join Lena and Frankie as
soon as she could.

Frankie is only a mite of a boy, but
he has an ear for music, and already plays.

: two or three simple tunes
on his violin. Lena was.
» accompanying him now.
~} She and Frank joined Dot
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Dick gave it up at last,

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ing-room. Three bright faces, three voi-
ces eager to tell of the poor. children’s
misfortune.

You ll) sive ane lots and lots of
pennies, wont you, darling mamma?”
concludea Dot , :

Mamma smiled. “I would like to, pet!
' But you forset, my Dot, | have thiee
children of my own, who cost me lots and
lots of pennies, and who have made me
promise to buy the very best magic lan-
tern in AUXBURY for a certain little girl's
birthday. That will mean a great many
pennies, Dot.”

Dot looked serious. ‘How many pen-
nies would it cost, mamma?”

“Two hundred and fifty-two,’ was the
aMSWEE A guinea, ‘Dot. I asked the
price yesterday.”

Oh, what a lot of pennies! Dot a
a long breath. Just one recollection of
the ragged, hungry, drooping figures, and
the choice was made.

“Mamma, I would rather have the pen-
nies to spend on those poor children,”



DOT’S HELP. | 7

Andmamma promised tomakeinquiries,
and see whether she thought it wise for
Dotto have her own way. She did think
so, And Det inad it,
- Who shall describe the delight of ick
-andhis sisters! Nice strong clothes, plenty
to eat, for once. Dick set up in business
-as a newspaper boy, and Mary provided
with matches to sell. Baby, of course,
was too young to be set up in trade,
which perhaps was just as well, for Baby
was so absorbed in looking at the new
shoes Dot gave him that he was quite ©
unable to turn hisattention toanything else.
Dot had no lantern when her birthday
came. But, as she stood on the balcony
with mamma, while Frankie played a
pretty tune to Lena's accompaniment, Dick
and Mary smiled and waved their thanks
from the pavement below, even Baby's little
voice trying to join in the “Many happy —
returns ofthe day, Miss Dorothy.” Dot felt
she neither regretted the lantern not her
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ALIMAGONE. | | “9

“ALL ALONE?
ee “WE will go, all alone: to
see the shops,” said Weff,
decidedly. “Perhaps Nursey
won't be able to take us to-
morrow-day, and then Christ-
mas day will come and we
won't have zothing. Nothing
at all to hide in the brolly-stand for Cousin Jack to find.”
This dire prospect—nothing at all to hide in the
umbrella-stand for dear Cousin Jack, proved too much
for a hazy notion in her little twin brother Seth’s mind
that, having been sent into the garden by nurse, they
ought to stay where they were till she fetched them in.
Perhaps, too, he was not proof against the delights of
a secret shopping expedition. Anyhow, when Weff
opened the little door in the fence, close by the big
carriage gates, and stepped out into the road, he followed
her. What an it was! How the light crisp snow crackled
under foot, and how ruddy and large the setting sun looked.
On trotted the children, quite unconscious of the many
curious glances directed at their happy, rosy little faces—
surprised glances that two such childrenshouldbe outalone.














10 ALL ALONE:

How beautiful the shops are! What dolls and toys!
What books, and lovely flowers and dresses!

But what is this? Oh, how dreadful!

Weff stops and shrieks, for, standing on its hind legs,
on the kerb immediately opposite the provision shop, is
a large brown bear. Weff has never seen a bear before,
but she recognises it at once. There is a bear in her
favourite picture book that she so otten studies with
Cousin Jack, and this is just like it.

Like the pictured bear, this one holds a stout staff
in its “arms.” With clumsy rolling gait, the bear makes
an awkward step or two in the direction of the children.
Weff stands in silent horror for a moment, then, with
another, wild scream, and frantic grasp of Seth’s hand,
she turns and flies. Not back home again along the |
road they have come, but anywhere, anywhere away
from that dreadful sight! In her blind fear, Weff darts
down a side street. Seth runs with her, though, truth
to tell, he is not nearly so frightened. Running till
quite exhausted the children stop to get breath but they
have now quite lost their way. |

“Mamma! mamma!” sobbed Weff, “I want mamma!
I want to go home!” |

“It was a big bear!” panted Seth, “I am glad it did
not eat us all up.”

Yet another scream from Weff who fancied she heard |



| ALL ALONE. i II

the distant eee of the bean and, clasping each

other’s hands, more frightened than ever, the children. _

again fled away. On, on, sobbing 2 panting till the
end of the street was reached.

A. lofty vehicle, drawn by a bight ppine horse,
turned sharply round the corner just-as the children,
blinded by tears, ran into the road. Lucky. for ther:
that the driver fod a firm hand, and perfect control
over his horse. As it was Weff fell down, dragging |
Seth with her. Her hat fell off into the snow-choked
gutter, and the elephant she had bought for Cousin
Jack, jerked from her hands, was crushed to atoms
beneath the carriage-wheel. Ronee up the horse sharply,
its hoofs just escaped the children, and looking down
on them in alarm the driver, who was no other than
Dr. Abbott, cried out “Good gracious! the little

Gunsleys.” Quick as thought his man, who had been
sitting with folded arms on the seat Bee him, jumped
down and lifted first Welf and then ‘Seth into the
vehicle.

Weff’s hat was next recovered, but the poor ne
was so hopelessly crushed that, after one glance, the
man left it where it was. The doctor wisely ea no
questions. That the children had no business. in Queen
Street, that they were lost and in sad trouble, was
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take them one again before their mother should be
alarmed and distressed by their absence. !
Though Dr. Abbott had so very little time to spare,

and though he had already paid his usual. visit to
Stanmore Lodge that day, he made time to take the
children right home, to the very gates, and made time
to tell them they must not say a word about where
they had been, or what they had done before mamma.

They might tell Cousin Jack, and they must be sure
to. tell papa and nurse all about it, but not mamma
just now, because she was not well and it might worry
her, Also they must promise never to run away by
themselves to go shopping again, a promise given readily
enough, They found nurse just inside the little door,

ina distracted state of mind. It was getting quite dark
now, and nurse had her bonnet on, and was coming
out to look for them. Though where in the world she
would have looked, she declared afterwards, she knew
no more than the man in the moon.













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“PLL FOOT IT ON THE DECK.”



A JOLLY TAR. 15

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did see, .

Such a jolly Jack ean as me, as mel

When I blithely cross my arms, and foot

.it-on the deck,

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never bore a wreck.

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see! d’ye see! :

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That's me!

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“MINNIE IS GOOD! NOW LET US PLAY AT SOMETHING SHE LIKES.”



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“SHOULDER arms! Present arms! March!
wheel! Left wheel! Attention!” cried Cyril,
















































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rs he had seen on the
parade ground. “Minnie, how stupid you
are! You are doing it all wrong!”



18 DRILL.

“But I haven’t any wheel at all!” said
_ Minnie, “I have only a drum.” —

Minnie does ‘not like playing soldiers,
but it is a favourite game of Cyril’s. -

“Duffer!” he said, “‘right wheel’ means —
turn to the right, and ‘left wheel’ means
turn to the left. Even little George knows
that! But girls are such muffs! They are
' never any good! You can’t do anything
properly!” 7

Could she not? Cyril did not know it,
but, on that breezy afternoon on the com-
mon, Minnie was succeeding in doing what
many a brave, real soldier has failed in.
For playing thus with Cyril, she was
controlling her own inclinations and her
temper! She turned right, or left, as the
order came, without a word...

Ted is fond of Minnie. So is Cyril,
though he likes his own way better.

“We've played this long enough,” said
Ted, “Minnie is good! Now let us play at
something that she likes.”



PLAYMATES. : i9
PLA YMATES,

“IT can swing myself,” said
Harold, in a sulky tone. “I
don’t want you.” - |

Dick and Bertie live next
door, and Harold is gener-
a ally glad if they will play
" with him. The boys come over

the wall nearly every day when
school is over, and had been promising
themselves fine times when they saw.
Harold's new swing put up. It was dis-
appointing, but, finding him in such a
disagreeable mood, they went away.
Harold, tired of swinging by himself
had strolled after them. He found them
fishing in a little stream, and longed to
try a cast himself, but after his selfish
behaviour, was ashamed to ask for the
loan of a rod. ee

Bertie never bears malice. ‘Hullo,





36 PLAVMATES. .

Harold!’ he cried, holding out his rod.
“Have a try? Dick and I have caught
some beauties, and I’ve Just put on
fresh bait.”
Harold didn’t say much. Perhaps he
thoughtthe more. Anyhow, when therods
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were put away and tea was over, he
shouted over the wall, “Dick! Bertie!
Where are you? Won't you come and
have a swing?”



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MOTHER HAS STILL TWO CHILDREN TO LOVE DEARLY.



ep BAD NEWS. -

Bap ‘Jews

Manpcr and May can'tread writing. one
do not know a word that is in the letter
lying on mother’s lap. But they can read
her face, and what they see there has
brought them from their play to comfort
her—to nestle up close, and remind her
that, whatever the trouble of which -the
letter tells, she has still two children to
love her dearly. Earthly love: is a sweet
_ gift, only excelled by the Divine Love.
And of him who dwells in /s we know,
“He shall not be afraid of any evil tidings,
for his heart standeth fast in Thy word.” 5

? 7 UNNY nS Customer

‘A PENNYWORTH of what, my dear?”

exclaimed old Seabright.

“A penn orth of delighttulness, if you |

please,’ repeated the child.
“Delightfulness!’”’ and the ald ane

face assumed a puzzled expression.



A FUNNY LITTLE CUSTOMER. 23

The little girl stood gravely at the coun-
ter wondering at the old man’s peculiar
behaviour. | : ee

“Delightfulness! delightfulness! I have
never been asked for that before. Do
you mean these?” said the old man,
showing his little customer a bottle of
honeydrops. | |
_ “No, sir,” replied the little girl, shaking
her curly head energetically. ee

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putting down
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A MAMMY-BOY. 25

ft MamurPor,

Rif, (GILLES NORRIS meant tobe
| ia very insulting when he shouted
“Mammy-boy!” outside the cot-
tage, and it would have been
y far more fun to go black-berrying,
than to spend all the half-holiday
watching by a little sick sister, while
mother was out charing. The taunt
seemed to ring in Ben’s ears at first,
but presently he began to think it was
not such a bad title after all. Mother’s
boy! of course he was mother’s boy, and
he meant to be mother’s right hand man
when he grew up, and to work for her as _
hard as she worked for her children now.
“Thank you, my boy,” said mother, when,
coming home, tired from her work, she
gladly saw everything was right. “You
are such a comfort to me, Ben!”

And Ben laughed to himself to think
that he had for a moment, minded being
called “A Mammy-boy.” i |






26 SVAP-DRAGON,.

pNaP-)RAGON.

“TR UPERT,” whispered May, while the
children were waiting for some little visit-
ors who were coming to Grannie’s Christ-
mas party, ‘cook is making us a snap-
dragon; Grannie said so. Let’s run into
| un kitchen and see her do it.” |

| Ss eae . “Metoo!’’ cried
rh Se Ella, and away
they. ran.

“Ts that all?”
asked Rupert,in
a disappointed
yy tone, whencook
Toy ““ashowed him
vip - a large dish
a of raisins,

He steepedin spirit,
warming Tee the Kitchen ire. Only
a oy of raisins! It isn’t like a dragon
abit.) | |
Cook laughed. “Wait till you see it
alight. You'll say different then. Don’t





_ SMVAP-DRAGON, oh

none of you touch it,’ and away went
cook to get out some cakes for tea.”
_ May picked up the dish. “Comealong,”
she said. “Let's take it to the drawing-
room, and play with it a little while. |
can light it, and it is for us.” May put
the dish on Grannie’s favourite gipsy-table,
struck a match and lit the snap-dragon.
“Isn't it pretty!” she cried, as the blue
flames flickered around. ‘And _ snap-
dragon flames don’t burn. You can put
your hand right into them, and take out
the raisins.” Nas |
Ella looked doubtful. Those flames were
real. But May plunged in her hand. Ah!
she was not quick enough! A start,acryof .
pain, and over went the table, snap-dragon
and all. |
“Grannie meant us to have a snap-
dragon, only I spoilt it, and burnt myself
and the drawing-room carpet,” May owned —
to the little visitors, later in the evening, —
“It was very naughty of me, and the next
time Grannie is going to give us a treat,
I will wait till the right time for it comes.” —



28 QUEEN OF THE DAY,





















































































































































































































“IN CAME FOUR LITTLE CATS DRAWING A GAY CARRIAGE.”

=



QUEEN OF THE DAY. ! aa
7 QuEEN OF tas Day.

Lisa sat on a dais under a
=| garlandofflowers. Roses strew-
22 od the steps of the dais, and
=; made the floor sweet with their |
perfume. It was Lisa’s birthday, and her
grandparents, with whom she was staying,
had invited a large party, and planned
a grand surprise. Born in England, Lisa
had never seen anything of the kind be-
fore, and felt rather strange when Grand-
mother draped her in a cloudy white
veil, with a shining star, and Grandfather
seated her on the dais, while he stood
behind her. The children ranged them-
selves at one side of the room, as soon
as Lisa was seated. Then Cousin Carl
blew a long blast on his trumpet, and
in rode little Rudolph ona white pony.
“for you lisa! he- said. = From:
Grandfather. Only you will have a differ-
ent saddle when you ride him.”
Another blast! And in came four
little cats drawing a gay carriage, filled





30 QUEEN OF THE DAY.

with new dolls, presents from Grand.
mother and the cousins.

How delighted Lisa was! She could
not find words in which to express her
pleasure, but the old folks kissed Lisa, and
told her there was no need for her to say
anything at all.



Marie's S: NEWSPAPER. .

_.. Iv was harvest-time at Oakleigh
Farm, and everybody who knows _
the farm at all knows well what
a busy time thatis. The farm-
= ers married daughter Mary

Casey, had come to help, as she said, or
to enjoy the bustle and fun, as her father
laughed and told her. Anyhow, there she
was, and her little bright-eyed Mary with
her, both quite willing to have a finger
in every pie, and ready to enjoy anything
pleasant that might happen to comealong.
Little Mary especially was here, there,
and everywhere. Trotting with mother to
carry out buns and cakes for the supper





_ MARY'S NEWSPAPER. 31

in the big barn; following Grannie into
kitchen and dairy; or after Grandfather
till her small feet grew weary, and the
farmer was fain to pick her up and carry
her. Mary fell fast asleep at last, and he
took her indoors and laid her on Gran-
nie’s bed.

“Tittle maid be quite tired out,” he said,
and mother and Grannie thought he had
put her in the best place possible.

Mary slept so soundly that the supper
in the barn began without her. Mother
slipped away, and went to Grannie’s
room to see how the child was getting
on. The bed was empty. —

Mother searched till she found Mary
all alone in the kitchen with her little ©
toes on the fender.

“Pm Grannie,”’ she said, as the door
opened. ' ‘Grannie yeading thenewspaper!”
- Mother laughed. “What 1s the news,
Mary?” |
, tt is all about thet Mary,” said the
child, gravely. “It says she had a had-
dock, ‘cause she was SO life aes



32 - MARY'S NEWSPAPER.

“A what?” said. mother.

“Here,” said Mary, pointing with a fat
finger. “Tt says she was so tired that
She had a haddock in her head.”

“Oh! aheadache!” cried mother. ‘What
else?”

“Then it says Grandpa carried her, and
she woked up in Grannie’s bed, and she
is to have a bun with lots of sugar on the
top, ‘cause she
is such a very
good girl.”

How Grand-
father laughed
When mother
told him! He
told Mary he
did not believe
Grannie herself
had ever read
a. more “the
and interesting
newspaper in
all her life.





























UNDER CONTROL. 33









‘Cy WON'T LET HIM HURT ANYIDING,”

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34 Se NDE CONROD,

JIwoer Cowrron.




L “Wocgs. not Allowed: in
» here, Missy!” said the tall
: policeman. ee |

“Not unless they are sie) a
corrected Mabel. “Miss
Knott says so. Don’t you >
‘See: 1 haye a sStrng--to =
_ Beowulf’s collar? I'll hold
ioe — him: very tight. Al won't |
let _him hurt anything.”

The policeman put Se hanth up to his
mouth. to ‘hide a laugh. | ) 7
“Seeing as_ your dog is under control, |
pass on, Missy!” he said. |

And Mabel walked away to join her
sister and the governess, Beowulf march-
ing sedately. at her. side....Under control, .
indeed, but_under the control of his
faithful love for his little mistress, rather |
than of that of the. restraining string in
‘her tiny ——





MAY DAY, =. 35

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One, two, “hed. four, five, Denny. children,
blithe and gay; |
Peep from out a casement small, on
this sunny first of May. |
In the meadows, woods and fields, .
songbirds chirp on every =P





iron bse 1 merry little ones, blithe oll
chant a joyful lay,

While their tiny; busy hands: ‘ene
flower garlands for the day.





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OUR NEW PLAYROOM. 37.

| (ur New i LAYROOM,
‘Tus visit to Aunt Abigail’s a
rambling old house near Upton

Woods, bade fair to prove a
: great success. What would




— vNw, ~~ could scarcely touch her
a a the thought. |

“Ron!” she said, when the others were
gone with Miss Dunn to Aunt Abigail's
room. “Wouldn’t you like to See, tie
playroom?’ .

(ves asad Ronald, «1 think T should.
I eps Meise a jolly big one. .

“VWiets so and look at 11” |
“But wecan’t,” objected Ronald. “We
don’t know where it is. Besides it is all
dark, and we haven’t any candle:’
| Weft walked across the room and rang
the bell. |
A Camdle and: will you oe me and

Ronald the way to the playroom, please?”

the playroom be like! Weff |. -



a8" < OUR. NEW. PLAYROOM;

she said, when Webster the: housemaid
appeared. —
In vain the servant abiectad that it was -

rt ta col ee een

much better. wait till daylight to-morrow.
“Twant to go! Will you.take me, pleaser”
was all she could get. irom er. =
“Very well, then,” said Webster, “It
won ttake long, only.you must have a shawl

right over your head, Miss, for it-is cold

in these passages, and no mistake.”

‘It was some distance to the playroom,
and seemed a queer roundabout way to
get there. Up steps and down steps, and
through draughty passages, where, more
than once, the candle was nearly blown
out. Ronald was glad Websterhad brought
him his cap, as well as a shawl for Weft.

Arrived in the room, Weff, holding |
tightly to Webster's hand, made straight _
~ for the fireplace... Oh, what a big chimney! ©

Almost like a little room, and as there was

no grate, as Brooke had said, she could
walk right into where the fireplace should
have been, and look right up it. —



OUR NEW PLAYROOM. 39.

Weffseemed perfectly satisfied.. Webster
took the children back to Miss Dunn’s
room, and: then made her way to the
kitchen, where she informed cook and~
Ralph that that little girl was “a one-er,
and no mistake.’ “Ringing the bell as
_ grown-up-like as you please! and saying
what she wanted as cool as if she was
the mistress of the house.” _ neve ee
_ “That seemed a jolly playroom!” said
Ronald when they were together again.

Weff agreed. ‘And the chimney was
splendid,” she said, “I never saw sucha |
‘chimney in all my life.” | |

If Santa Claus could manage to get
down the chimney at home, why this
one would be fifty times more convenient.
Nothing could be better. |

Weff cried, and so did Seth, they could
not help it, when the time came for
mamma’s good-night kiss and mamma
was not there to give it. Edie made
them each give her one instead, and said
she would put the kisses in a letter and
send them to mamma, which was the



40 " PICK:-A-BACK.

next best thing; so after a few more sobs,
the twins were comforted. Webster had _
unpacked some of the boxes, so Edith
Amy was able to sit. in a chair beside
Weff's bed. Miss Dunn thought that
would be the best place for her. Grace
had been unpacked as well, so she went
into Weff’s:-bed as usual. Weff did: miss
mamma and papa, and baby, and nurse
and Morris very much, but somehow her
last waking thought was of her friend
the major. Her dreams were of him, and
Uncle Jack, and perhaps this was how
Miss Dunn came to find her lying asleep,
with wet eyelashes, it is true, but with
Grace cuddled in her arms, with the
sugar elephant (minus his howdah, his
trunk, and two of his legs) close by, and
with a smile on her face.

J ICK-A-BACK.,

fc along the cliffs, right to Bolton Hole—“Boat-in-
the-hole,” the children call it—went Lucy and little Nan.
The cliffs take a sharp turn when you.come. to Bolton



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42 AN AWKWARD CUSTOMER, —

Hole, and you get a splendid. view, in two directions,
over the sea. The fishing smacks had been gone nearly
a week over their time, and mother was getting very
anxious about father and Ned. There had been some
rough weather, but it was bright and fair this holiday
afternoon. Turning the corner, Lucy stood at the top
of Bolton Hole, and gazed away, away, far over the
sea. Something seemed to be creeping up from the
horizon. Could it be the sails of the smacks? Lucy
sat down, found some tiny snail shells for Nan to play
with; and waited. One hour, two hours passed by.
Nan began to want her tea. She was tired, even of
the pretty shells. No need to keep her waiting any
longer. Lucy could see the smacks were coming back.
She had counted them, and knew they were all there.
Not one missing! Up she sprang, eager to tell mother
the good news. But how slow seemed Nan’s short,
lagging steps! , SS ee
“You must give me a piggy-back,” said Nan, “cause

I is so hungry!” : i 7 oe
' Lucy’s arms are strong, and~she could get over the
ground quicker that way, so Nan had-a merry ride
nearly all the way home. _ 7 , |

ji | powxwarp | Customer,

Osrrica feathers are in such demand that rearing and
keeping ostriches in captivity for the sake of their
beautiful plumage, is a profitable and not a difficult



AN A WEKWARD CUSTOMER. 43



ng, wile, the. binds are small, Bat just try to
fancy . having chickens to. tend that can run as fast as
a a horse can= gallop, and:knock. over, their, attendants like





ninepins! Some of these, supposed to be tame birds,
are so dangerous when full grown that the ostrich farmer
only ventures to approach them on horseback, e
that warily!



44 “4 SOLDIER LADDIE.”

































































































































































































































































































































































































































“DO YOU HEAR MY DRUM?”



“A SOLDIER LADDIE!” 45

: fs OLDIER appre.’

“Turrrum! Tum-Tum! Do you hear my drum?
_ .Do you see my hat and my feather!

Thr-r-rum! Tum-Tum! Should an enemy come,
He’d quail, don’t you think, altogether?

~ ©Thrrrum! Tum-Tum! When I beat my drum,
I fancy I see foes hieing!—

Thr-s-rum! Tum-Tum! When I beat my ne

From my home, and my fatherland flying!”

ae S Port.

Qu, Pincher! what have you
been atP
You wicked little dog!
Poor Katie’s dolly mangled lies,
As still as any log! :

~~~ Her hat and feather torn to bits,

ay While one wee arm you hold;
Just wait till Katie’s out of school,
And wovr’t you hear her scold!



aay



46 BLINDMAN’S BUFF. —

| PLINDMAN Purr.
“Tow many horses?” Hear the children |

say,
“Turn round three times, and on

whony you may!”
Oh, the three horses, black, white and grey!











































































































































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Four little merry maids, run swiftly away,
Johnnie Brown’ must ‘needs be quick’ to

catch them to-day,
See how he gropes around, mid: peals

of laughter gay!





. LHE WOUNDED BIRDs* 47

Tae oo a

Ros was aioli about the fields
one afternoon with her brother George,
| when she saw a little bird lying on
the ground. She thought at first that
che was dead; but when she came
close to him she found that his bright
little eyes were wide open. She took
him up in her hands and stroked him

= = very gently, but birdie did not seem
to like that at all. He twittered and fluttered in great
distress. “Do look, George, at this darling little bird,”
Rose said, running to her brother. “But I am afraid
it is ill. What can be the matter with it?” “It must
be injured, or it would not have been lying there,” said.
George. “Let me see?” He examined it and soon
found that one of its legs was broken. “It must have
fallen out of the nest,” he said. “We will take it home,
. and see what we can do for it.” George was very
clever in such matters. He bound up poor little Dickie’s
Jeg in the neatest way, and Rose put him in a cage,
and watched him getting well again with great interest.
It was a little linnet, and soon became very tame: In
a very short’ time hie would perch Epone Rose’s finger
and sing quite fearlessly.”






48 i DUTY FIRST, PLEASURE AFTERWARDS.
Pury i? IRST, | LEASURE (pFTERWARDS,
7 Lens ,

ia 1s sweet in the woods!
}But they are not a good
1place in which to study.
There is too. much to hear,
‘land. to. see... lena had
{brought out her books. It.
was a very warm day, and



_ Se AISESS she thought a shady nook,
under some spreading tree, would be far
more pleasant than the schoolroom. So
it was. She was right so far. But she
sauntered on, and on, letting Spot guide
her by ine "string: tied to his collar,
laughing to see his attempts.to catch
the birds, and dive among the bushes,
till there was very little time left for study.
Oh, the poor lessons! ‘They were so
badly learned that Lena heartily wished
next day that she had taken the advice
of her governess, and worked at them
with a will, before going to the woods.



DUTY FIRST, PLEASURE AFT: ERWARDS.









































































































































































































She sauntered on and on.



50 VOR coniRD, )

Nor i ae |

‘Tom and other boys were passing across
the fields. As they went, Tom saw that
the pool was covered with ice. “Come, —
boys,” said he, “who will go on the
pool for a slide?” — a
_ Off Tom started to the gate which led
to the water. All were following him.
“Boys,” shouted a man carrying milk,
“where are you going? That ice won’t
bear you. Come back.” ~ |
Tom would not heed the man, but
would go. He sneered at the cautious
boys, and cried out, “I’m not a coward!”
And on to the pool he went alone. The
rest of the boys went off to roll a big
snowball on the village green. |
He had not. gone half a dozen steps
when the ice broke and down he went.
He struggled for awhile and then sank
overhead in the water. - | |
Knowing that the foolish boy must get
into trouble the old milkman had kept near.



TNEXE DOOR: =) 50

When he saw what had happened he
rushed into the pool, and with some dif-
ficulty seized the boy’s arm, and dragged
him out just in time to save his life. =

When he was got out of the water,
Tom was white as the snowy eround,
and so alarmed that he could not speak.
He was carried home, but he soon be-
came very ill, and was il was ill for many weeks.

gs Poor,

Jenne, sitting in. her wee

Spyed wee Rupert’ curly
head, ;

“That’s the little boy next
door, :

Come to live thers othe: be
said.



“Tittle new boy, what’s a
, name?
”% I live here, and so, Pye see,
If you cae Gree be

friends, =
Climb the fence and play

with me!”



52 DOBBIN AND JOHNNY.































































































































































































































































































































DOBBIN AND JOHNNY. | 53°
Poem AND JOHNNY.

a Tue small boy and the big
} qi) horse stood still as mice, look- _
i | ing at each other. What were
| " they thinking about? Did
+ Dobbin remember the days
when he was a frolicsome
| young colt, racing and chas-
ing around the meadow very
ec like Johnny does now! Did Johnny
think of the time coming when he must
take up his lifework; must put forth all
his power and energy on the side of
usefulness and right?

Dobbin can’t tell us what he ought
and, whatever Johnnie’s thoughts were,
they finished like this:—“Dobbin is the
very destesf-old horse that ever lived!
And [ll ask Giles to give me a ride when
_ he takes him down to the pond to drink!”





54 | 4 FIRM FOUNDATION.

a ‘ike Fowxoanion,

\aey wanted to imitate some street
acrobats they had seen.

“On me!’ said Bob, making a back
for the others to climb. But he did not
stand steady. Fe slipped and fell.

, = oe Tom took his place,
| but he wasnotstrong
}enough, and quickly .
let the other boys
down.
| “Letmecome first,
int cmea hike;
“Sure Pm stronger
than both of ye to-
gether, and I'll stand
as stiddy as ould
Time himself!”

The trick was soon
|done then, for, what
= is built upon a good,
firm foundation is
: vey to stand.



Sor. roThy Tennes ant



A HARD SUM, . 55

| - fh jJiarp um, }

Lo Ir was a hard sum! a regular
poser! Even Ned Jones, who, the
boys say, can tackle anything,
looked thoughtfully serious over
this, while Nat Brown didn’t even
attempt it. Nat sits next to Ned,
and he waited, watching Ned’s
slate as the figures were slowly
and carefully set down, and copy-
7 ing them on to his. “Wrong!”
fa, Said the master, when the slates
/ were sent up. ‘I was asked to
give you this sum as a test, and it has
proved far beyond all you lads, except
Jones and Brown. I find on each of their
slates the same error. A very slight one.
The rest of you shall work an easier
example, while these two boys find out
their mistake. Jones, return to your place.
Brown, stay here at my table.” |
_ Here was a pretty state of things! Nat
stared in black despair at Ned’s retreating





56 : A HARD SUM.

figure. Without a peep at Ned’s slate
how should he ever work the horrid thing? —
Ned well knew there would be many
more mistakes than ome if he attempted -
to tackle that sum alone. Could the
master have guessed? The boy’s face
flushed red. Ned soon found out the
mistake, and handed up the finished sum.
But Nat toiled hopelessly on and on, long
after school was dismissed, till his master,
who knew all about it, thought he had
been sufficiently punished for the at-
tempted cheats... |.





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8 | UPS AND: DOWNS.
JJ PS AND Powns. | |

Werr found it dull in the
schoolroom without Edith
and Niss Munn and no
* ie== Ronald either. She did not
care oo oe there without them. Seth
would have stayed contentedly enough, |
but Weff would not.

“T want to go to. the playroom,” she
said.

Webster had told her she was not to
ring the bell) Only Miss Dunn was to
do that. And Weff was sure she could
not find her way to the playroom unless
~somebody. came to show it to her. What
Was sme tO. dor

What she did was to stand and look
out of the window, with her finger in
her mouth, till big tears gathered in her
eyes and rolled down her cheeks. Seth
lett his omnibus and came to: her «|

“\W iat are oo Saying lor, Weft?”
he asked.





‘UPS AND ‘DOWNS, 59

“IT want mamma!” sobbed Weff, “and
papa, and the major, and baby, and
Morris, and everybody. And I want to
go to the playroom, and I d—d—d—don’t
like this place. I don’t want to stop
_here—I want to go home to mamma.”
_ “So do I!” agreed Seth, and cried for
company. i oe :

Two sad little tear-stained faces for
Brooke to see when she opened the door.

A great deal of the trouble was beyond
Brooke’s power to put right, she could
only kiss and cosset them. But so far
as the playroom was concerned, that was
an. easy matter. )

“Sure, you shall go there this very
minute, once you have on your hats and
wraps, she said, “and it’s myself will
take you there that same. And just look
at Floss, now! The creature. With his
little black nose sticking up in the air
and ready to start crying himself if ye
don’t lave off at onc’t. Floss can’t bear —
‘to see ye in trouble, -at all; at all.”

And Floss quivered and gave a piteous



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Two SAD * LITTLE ._TEAR-STAINED FACES



UPS AND DO WNS, 61

little whine, that seemed to say Brooke ;
was. quite right,

Brooke could not stay in the playroom.
Miss Gunsley wanted her, but she gave —
Ethel a pretty bell, and told her to carry
it with her and ring it if she could not
find her way back to the schoolroom.
Someone would be sure to hear it, and
come to her. |

Oh, the playroom was a fine place!
Never a doubt of it!

In the midst of the frolic, during a.
pause in the fun, a slight sound was heard
i we eMimmicy:

The children were both startled. Floss
ran to the hearth, and stood under: the
chimney looking’ up.

“What was it?” cried Weff and Seth.
together.

They were both more than half ene
ened, and held each other tight. The
noise again, and now Floss barks. .

Hand-in-hand the twins creep across the
floor. ‘Phe. playroom door stands wide
open. Shall they run away or shall they



62 UPS AND DOWNS.

venture to the chimney and peep? Only a
moment and they turn towards the door.

“etl cues ayoice Well \\Venl-

Where can it come from? Why, it
comes from the chimney!

“Weft! Weff!” 1s repeated more Sarole
and Weff cries in astonishment, “Oh! Oh!
Seth! Why—why it's Santy- Claus!”

“Santa Dutler! says the voice Don t
be a little sully, Weff! Come here! I want
tO gel down.

“Why don't you come down then?”
asks Seth, plucking up courage. If this
is Santa Claus, seth thinks he is rude,
and he won’t have anyone rude to Weff
i We can Help ie

‘Because of the dog, stupid!” replies
the muffled voice again. “Come and take
him away. I don't know him as well as
you do. He growled at me when I went
to see Aunt Abigail this morning, and
I don’t. want to stay up here any longer.
I want to come down.” >"

_ Hand-in-hand the twins slowly approach
- the chimney. Hand-in-hand they step



UPS AND DOWNS. 63.

upon the hearth, peer up the wide chimney,
and see—Ronald. The chimney is large
_ and straight, and wide, and enough light
finds its way down to show Ronald sitting
in a kind of recess, leaning against the
wall. Yes, it is Ronald, and no mistake.
“Oh Ron! lot really truly eue f
thought it was Santa Claus!” )
“Santa Rubbish!” says Ronald, irre-
verently. “Would you like to come up,
Weil? Itis jolly up here.” |
Weft thinks she would, but it is too high
for her to climb. Ronald had managed
it easily. She looks disappointed. |
“Get a chair, Seth. It will stand firm
enough on the hearth, and then you can
both get up,” says Ronald, and this is
how it is done. “Isn’t it jolly? Now
don’t you call this a nice place?” he asks,
as Weff and Seth scramble up beside
him. And they both agree.

Its a dark place and a very dusty —

one, but no one seems to mind that.
Ron seems to think it great fun to be
up there, so -he mrust be right.



64. - . PETS.

pers

Sed you ever see eh
» pets as Fan and her pups?
» And they are just as
| cole as can be. You
= wouldn't believe the fun
le we have! They begin to

WREeATP want to eat from Fan’s
gh Buel don’t let them. They put
their paws right into the food, and make
themselves in a dreadful mess, so I make
them feed from my wooden porridge
spoon. It is all over marks from. their
Sharp little teeth. They play and bite
it so; but<1. don't. mid. Father can’t
afford to keep more than one dog, so he
Is going to sell the pups as soon as they





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66 SEE SAW! _

‘See Sa |

SEE-SAW! Up and foun
Tn sweet summer weather!
see-saw! Up and down!

Jace ae Lil es



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JACKS PURCHASE. 67
JACK S J URCHASE,

| AC AN: you sell me four-penny-
worth of snuff? I don’t know
how much it will be, because
I have never purchased any,”
said Jack Courtney, to the
woman who keeps the general
Shop in the little seaside village of Hartness,
as he laid four pennies on her counter.

Der you want so much? I could ‘sell
you a screw for a ha’penny. Be you up
to larks, young potmtlonmaht she asked,
7 suspiciously. 7

“No,” laughed Jack. “Look here! My
toy yacht got adrift this morning, the
string broke, and as the tide was running
out, | should have lost it, only the one-
armed old boatman went after it and
brought it back. It was awfully good of
him, and | should like to give him .
‘something. He takes snuff, I know.”
_ The woman weighed out two-penny-
-worth. “That was old Vine,” she. sad.







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“LITTLE MISS VANITY.’ 69

“This is his mixture, and this is his
quantity. A right good fellow is old Vine,
and does a deal more kindness with his
one hand than most folks do with two.”
_ “Thank you!” cried Jack, and picking
up the parcel of snuff and his twopence,
he ran gaily down the beach to give his
present. :

. Lirtie Muss Vanity’

“Capand apron all complete!
Buckled shoes upon my feet!
Sunny gleams my golden hair,

~ Few with me, you'll own, com-

pare!”






\““Yes, you.are a pretty child!
Very pretty, Jane! .

f, But,.alas! you spoil it all,
% == ~=— Dear, you are so vain!”



70 | NED S JACKDAWS.

Neps Jackpaws.

4 ‘Lury wanted a deal of attention, those
“\ jackdaws! but Ned patiently nurtured
them from unfledged ugliness to mature
perfection. Mrs. Brown often grumbled
at the boy’s keeping them at all, and
keeping them in his bedroom, as she
said, “of all places in the world!” But,
—as this was the only place in the world
_at Ned’s' own disposal, perhaps he had
*1ot much choice in the matter. Ned
had the offer of a day at the seaside, |
and his eyes glistened at the prospect.





“Td love to go,” he said aah |

“Oh, if it's them daws! Pll look after them for fonee,@
‘said Mrs. Brown. So Ned went. How it happened,
Mrs. Brown always declared she never knew. Anyhow,
she gave not a thought to the open window. Till they
had eaten enough, the young daws perched most con-
tentedly on the edge of the tray where Ned always
fed them, and then, instead of fluttering into their wicker
cages, with one accord they made straight for the window,



NED S JACKDAWVS. 71

and were gone in an instant. Mrs. Brown cried out in
dismay, but that did not bring them back. Poor Ned!
She hardly knew how to tell him when he came home.
“I meant to let them fly,” he sighed, “when they
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As Mrs. Brown said, “he took it like a Briton and
made not a bit of fuss!” But, all the same, Ned would
have liked to have freed his pets himself.

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72 THE CHAFFINCH, ~
jae (HAFFINCH.

oe WHILE I was pegging out my
2b doll’s clothes, a little bird came
¢ and perched on the line, quite
* close to me, and I saw it was
* May Rogers’ little pet chaffinch.
May Rogers lives next door to
me, so we have often played
together, and she has let me catch small
spiders and flies, to give to her bird.
‘Tim’ she calls ie and when he chirps,
it sounds just as if he says. ‘Tim, Tim!
Tim, Tim, Tim!’ May and I had not been °
friends for a Whole .fortnight, but Tim
remembered me, and let me take him
into my hand. I always was fond of Tim, —
and when I held him, you wouldn’ t believe |
whata wicked thought came into my head.
‘Put Tim into the old cage in the garret,
it said, ‘and keep him lor your own. You








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FA aa Het dee: CHALLINCE, —

will punish May that way, and nobody

will know!’ I actur-ally nearly did it! |
had so often wished that Tim was mine.
But Iran in next door to May with him
as fast as | could Oh, May “ad been
crying! When we quarrelled we had said
we would never speak to each other again:
but had to. Of course, I had to tell May

all about how I. caught (ime nd we
kissed each other, and I cried too, a little,
and we are better friends than ever, and—
That is 7uzs¢ the. sort of blue bottle Tim,
dies! Yes, lve causht it! 1 am going
to run 1 next Hote and give it to him!"



MISS MISCHIEF.



A GENEROUS CAT... ~ 75,
{v2NEROUS feat.

Herk isa cat story, from
Meriden, Mississippi!—‘‘I
haveacat that will occupy
my seat at the table until ©
I come, and will not will-
ingly give it up. I was ill
a short time ago. and
Oe unable to occupy it, and
ae oe would come from the table to the
bed frequently. She finally caughta mouse
and brought it to the bed, laying it down
by me. I threw it off, but as often as I did
so the cat would bring it back, until I
thought she wanted me to eat it; so I
made believe I ate it, and the cat went
away apparently satisfied. And before
night the same day she brought meastriped
squirrel, and each day for the three days I
was in bed she brought me game with the
same result—she would never leave until
I had pretended to eat. it.” |





76 HE WOULD BE A SOLDIER.
a Worn BE A Souoten.

| WILL be a coliet with a
smart uniform and_ bright
buttons when I am a man,”
said Henry Masters, and he
marched about the nursery
beating his toy drum and
waving a wooden sword. _

Just then his brother Ernest
ran into the room.

“Let us fight with swords, like real
_ soldiers,” said Henry.

It was fine fun for a few minutes, but
at last Ernest’s sword came down rather
heavily on Henry’s knuckles. -

‘The noise of Henry’ s lamentations was
truly alarming, and nurse said afterwards
a real battle- held must be a very ence
place.





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TRONG AND Weak:

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silly baby strikes the dog,
Nep would say, if he could speak,

‘“Nep is strong, he loves you well,

_Nep will never harm the weak.’





‘WAIT A LITTLE. 79.
Warr A ee

A rrienp of mine had a brood of six

, chickens of a valuable kind, which he

Â¥)yy Erized highly. One day he noticed that

. three of them were missing. Pretty

3 tues, thorough search was made, but oy
Y @& “were not to be found.

Suspicion at length fixed on the cat; and as soon as.
suspected there was proof enough at ‘hand to convict:
her. She had been seen several times looking. wistfully-.
at them. She had, even that day, been observed to-
spring towards one of the chickens. She must have
killed them, for in what other way could their absence
be accounted for? Poor puss ,at once received the:
sentence of death. : 7

“But wait a little,’ said one; “it may yet be proved
that she is innocent. They may be alive, or if dead,.
possibly from some other cause.”

Most fortunately for poor puss, this advice was.
heeded. Just at night the lost chickens made their:
appearance, and all suspicion of foul play was removed.
The old house cat has a good character again.

How important the advice sometimes—wart a little,
be zot too certain! Your. evil surmisings may all be
- groundless, or if injury has been received, it may have.
been unintentional, or if mischief has really been done,.
_ the guilt may have been attributed to the wrong person..

- Wait a little. The evil may be in appearance only.








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ALOSSY'S LOST AT - 81

Pure Pears

Guee a bonny, baby boy,
Fastened in his chair!
See his dimpled, eager hands,

How he’d like a ‘pear!

Will he get it, do you think?

Or will Sissie tease?

P’raps she will, perhaps she won’t!
Call it which you please!

JLossy s LOST ee

. Wauari is the matter? what
“ailaeey are you crying about?” asked

7 2 = Mrs, Hancock, the kind far-

2@—-< mer’s wife, with whom Flossy
+= and her brother Richard were
me staying, while their parents
were in Germany. “And what have you
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82 —FLOSSYS LOST HAT.

“Richard threw it into a ee and I
can’t get it,’ sobbed Flossy. -
“What made him do that, my dearer

“T broke his rose-tree.”’ a

“Did you do it on pee?

“Yes,” said Flossy,. stoutly.

“Oh! but that was very wrong indeed.
Tell me, how was it?”

“He wouldn’t let me help him rae his
garden; and—so—I broke—the rose-tree;’
said F lossy, jerking her words out between
| oe

“And then Richard oe your hat into
ine tree by way ol revenge! iin! Vell,
that would not mend his plant, I am
Valraid: said Mrs Hancock.

Flossy sobbed stillmore. “IfRichard will
get my hat, I will mend his tree,” she said.

Mrs. Hancocksmiled. “Ah, my little girl.
Itismucheasier to do mischiefthan tomend

it. Allyourregrets willnot mend thebroken
rose-tree. But let us go and tell Richard
you are sorry for having spoilt his pet plant,
and he will,lamsure,soon get you your hat.”



TIRED OUT

J TRED (Ora
Our of the wood, and over the hill,
Wearily tramped the little ones’ feet:

Teddie and George, Baby and Will,
Come from gathering blackbemics sweet.

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See in the a the sun sinks low,

Shadows grow long by the sreenwood
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When would the children have reached
their home,

If kind Farmer Bates had not given
them a ride?



84 CATS CRADLE,

(ar Ss (RaDLE. |

“Pur her in!” said Monty. He
had been playing cat’s cradle with
Ny Rose, and had run away, bidding
’ her wait a minute. Now he came
2 back with the. kitten.
“Put her in! Mind her cone
==" She'll seratch you!” |”
“Oh, Monty,” laughed Rose, “don't
do that! Kitty doesn't like it? ><
“What is the use of making a cat's
cradle if you don’t put the cat in it?”
“Well, , try if you like,” said Rose; ' ‘only
don’t hurt poor Kit!” .
But puss kicked, and bit, and wriggled,
till the string was soon too racks entangled |
to form a cat’s cradle, or anything else.



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86 | IVOR'S JOURNEY.
Jvors JOURNEY, :

It was so stupid always to be
obliged to go out with nurse! At
= least, Ivor thought so. It made him
wpe} Seem SUCh a baby! Besides, lookat ~
siakea@’| the nuts and blackberries, the hips
» and haws, and all the delightful
==. things with which the village chil-
'‘ae~ dren came home laden from the
woods. Nurse never went to the woods. It
was always too far, or too damp, or too
dusty, or too something or other, for him
to go where he liked, Ivor declared, petu-
-lantly. Ivor gave nurse the slip one day,
when he was running with his hoop, andran
so fast, and so far, that when nurse looked
round for him he was nowhere visible. -

“Which is the way to the woods?” he
asked two village children. But they were
shy. Instead of answering, they stared at
hint) Fingers mmontn -

little stupid! caidtvor, iilltimd ont.”
for myself.” Andon he went. The woods
at last! And, oh, the blackberries! Ivor





IVOR’S JOURNEY. 87

picked and picked theripe fruit, staining his
mouth, till no lost “Babe in the Wood” was
€ver more “besmeared and dyéd.” A
bramble caught his cap, and twitched it
off. It fell half-way down a steep little

bank, close to a grip. é :

Ivor descended. He was getting tired.
Some scratches were painful. He thought

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bank was green and mossy. Treacherous,
too! Ivor’s feet slipped, and, in a moment,
he found himself in some inches of mud
and water at the bottom of the grip.
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muddy little object when nurse found
him! So utterly dejected that, without a
word of reproof, she picked him up, and
carried him the rest of the way home, “like
a baby,” without a word of remonstrance
from him. i |
“We will keep together this time, if you
please, Master Ivor,” said nurse, when
next she took him out. oe
Nurse has never failed to keep a sharp
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go , PUSS AND THE MILK-JUG. -

i USS AND THE Mux-se.

Puss could hardly believe her own green
eyes! cook had finished breakfast, had left
table, and had gone right away out of the
kitchen, without filling Pussy’s saucer ot
milk. Themilk-jugstoodon the table. Puss
blinked at it, winked at the fire, stared at
the jug, looked at her empty saucer, and
= made up her mind |
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“4 was not to be borne.
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ane «6and put her little
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ilk, but just about enough.
It was low down in the jug and puss was
thirsty. In went her head till she found
she could reach the milk. A step on the
floor, cook has come back. ‘Oh the
tiresome cat!” she cries. |
_ Vainly Puss tried to draw her head from —
thejug. In her fright she fell from the table,
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the handle and spilling the rest of the milk.
Cook got a towel and whipped her.
“Naughty, greedy thing!” she said, “why
didn’t you wait till I came to feed your”
Then she pulled away the jug, and Puss
wastree. “Thatcat willleavemy jugsalone
after this,” said cook, and she was right. If
you show our puss a jug now, she runs
_ away, anywhere, to hide herself.

‘dE Wore AND THE oat.

A WOLF saw a Goat feeding at the summit
of a steep precipice, where he had no
chance of reaching her. He called to
her and earnestly besought her to come
down lower, lest she should by some
mishap get a fall; and he added that
the meadows lay where he was standing,
and that the herbage was most tender. |
he replied, ‘No, my friend, it is not me
that you invite to the pasture, but you
yourself are in want of food.” -

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“DID YOU ASK WHERE 1.AM GOING ?”?



FANCY DRESS. 93

Fancy Dress.
“Just like Grandma? Fan and mittens,
And my bonnet, all complete!

Sandal shoes, and clocked my stockings,

Only you can't see my feet!

Did you ae. here I am going?





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TINY TROTS

AN ANNUAL FOR LITTLE PEOPLE.



LONDON: GEORGE STONEMAN, 21, Warwick Lanz,
PATERNOSTER ROW. : ;
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CONTENTS.

AUAlone
Awkward Customer, An.
Accident, The

Anxious Puss , .

Bad News.
Blindman’s Buff.

Chaffinch, The .
Cat’s Cradle .
Clara’s Trust.
Chase Are cio
Catching the Thief.
Christmas Morning.

Crib, The.
Dot’s Help
Dril .

. Duty First, Pleasure Afterwards .

Dobbin and Johnny
“Do let me!” .

Ethel’s Visit .
Funny little Customer, A
‘Firm Foundation, A .

Flossy’s lost Hat
Fancy Dress .

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First Prize, The

Flower’s Message, The :

For the Asking.
Freeing of Birds

Generous Cat, A
Good Turn, A .

’ Hard Sum, A

Home From the Beach .

Hare and Hounds .

Ivor’s Journey
In the Dark .

Jolly Tar, A. .
Jack’s Purchase.
Jealous Hani. i
Jasper and Snowflake.
Just to Show.

Katie’s Doll .
Kind Bertie .

Lobster, The.
“Little Miss Vanity”
Lost Penny, The
Little Pebbles, The
Lost. Sally.

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Mammy-Boy, A.
Marie’s Newspaper.
May-Day .

My Playmate

Not a Coward
Next Door

Ned’s Jackdaws .
Naughty Temper.
Netta’s Task.
Narrow Escape, A.
Never . i

Our New Playroom
On the Cliff .
Our Holiday .
-Our Happy Home.

Playmates.
Pick-a-Back .

Pets.

Puss and the Milk. -jug
Picture Book, The.
Partings :
Playing Horses .

Queen of the Day.
Queer Cricket

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Ripe Pears

Ronald’s Entertainment .

Snap-Dragon.
Soldier Laddie, A .
See Saw!

Strong and Wo :
Sweet Music.
Summer Holidays .
* Sunshine”

Tired Out
Tom’s Opinion .
Too Strong .

Under Control .
Ups and Downs
Use and Beauty.
Ungrateful Billy.

Visit to Brighton, A .

Wounded Bird, The .
Would. be a Soldier, He
Wait a Little ENG:
Wolf and the Goat, The
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1 KNOW HOW TO HANDLE THEM CHAPS,”
d THE LOBSTER, -

‘| HE orster,

a “Flt Hil Get away from

A Ng ww, there! Don’t you touch that!
| A You'llget your fingers nipped!”

=== cried Jack, running as hard as
he could. “I’m bigger'n you,
and I know how to Heme
them chaps.”

Mattie dearly loves to poke hee fat
fingers where they have no business to-
be; she often gets into trouble on that
account. But,’ when Jack took out a
lobster, picked up a stick of wood, and
showed her how tightly the creature
gripped it, and how the wood was broken
before he would let it go, Mattie was
glad that Jack had come just when he
did. She had been playing round the
lobster trap, and most likely, in another
minute, those claws would have had a>
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Port S sl ELp,

Nourse was neany at her
wits end! Nurse gets there

so often that perhaps it is

not so very far to go after

call.

“It you don't stand still,
Miss Dot, it is impossible
that | can get your hair ©
Bl tidy.”

But Dot wriggled away, crying “Do
let me, Nurse! Only just a minute! |
must see!” and leaned’ forward right out
of the nursery window. It had been
raining, and two barefooted children were
watching a ragged boy while he eagerly
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“What are you doing?” rang out Dot's

clear little voice.

“Dick had a penny, and he’s bin and
lost it!” came the mournful answer.
_. Nurse lifted Dot from the window. “If
you dont stand still, and let me finish
A. | BOPS HELP.

dressing you, Miss Dorothy, I shall
undress you straight {Orne ruck joule you
into, bed» 250 there!

This was desperate! So Dot stood to
be finished as patiently as might be,
darting off to join Lena and Frankie as
soon as she could.

Frankie is only a mite of a boy, but
he has an ear for music, and already plays.

: two or three simple tunes
on his violin. Lena was.
» accompanying him now.
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Dick gave it up at last,

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ing-room. Three bright faces, three voi-
ces eager to tell of the poor. children’s
misfortune.

You ll) sive ane lots and lots of
pennies, wont you, darling mamma?”
concludea Dot , :

Mamma smiled. “I would like to, pet!
' But you forset, my Dot, | have thiee
children of my own, who cost me lots and
lots of pennies, and who have made me
promise to buy the very best magic lan-
tern in AUXBURY for a certain little girl's
birthday. That will mean a great many
pennies, Dot.”

Dot looked serious. ‘How many pen-
nies would it cost, mamma?”

“Two hundred and fifty-two,’ was the
aMSWEE A guinea, ‘Dot. I asked the
price yesterday.”

Oh, what a lot of pennies! Dot a
a long breath. Just one recollection of
the ragged, hungry, drooping figures, and
the choice was made.

“Mamma, I would rather have the pen-
nies to spend on those poor children,”
DOT’S HELP. | 7

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and see whether she thought it wise for
Dotto have her own way. She did think
so, And Det inad it,
- Who shall describe the delight of ick
-andhis sisters! Nice strong clothes, plenty
to eat, for once. Dick set up in business
-as a newspaper boy, and Mary provided
with matches to sell. Baby, of course,
was too young to be set up in trade,
which perhaps was just as well, for Baby
was so absorbed in looking at the new
shoes Dot gave him that he was quite ©
unable to turn hisattention toanything else.
Dot had no lantern when her birthday
came. But, as she stood on the balcony
with mamma, while Frankie played a
pretty tune to Lena's accompaniment, Dick
and Mary smiled and waved their thanks
from the pavement below, even Baby's little
voice trying to join in the “Many happy —
returns ofthe day, Miss Dorothy.” Dot felt
she neither regretted the lantern not her
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“ALL ALONE?
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see the shops,” said Weff,
decidedly. “Perhaps Nursey
won't be able to take us to-
morrow-day, and then Christ-
mas day will come and we
won't have zothing. Nothing
at all to hide in the brolly-stand for Cousin Jack to find.”
This dire prospect—nothing at all to hide in the
umbrella-stand for dear Cousin Jack, proved too much
for a hazy notion in her little twin brother Seth’s mind
that, having been sent into the garden by nurse, they
ought to stay where they were till she fetched them in.
Perhaps, too, he was not proof against the delights of
a secret shopping expedition. Anyhow, when Weff
opened the little door in the fence, close by the big
carriage gates, and stepped out into the road, he followed
her. What an it was! How the light crisp snow crackled
under foot, and how ruddy and large the setting sun looked.
On trotted the children, quite unconscious of the many
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10 ALL ALONE:

How beautiful the shops are! What dolls and toys!
What books, and lovely flowers and dresses!

But what is this? Oh, how dreadful!

Weff stops and shrieks, for, standing on its hind legs,
on the kerb immediately opposite the provision shop, is
a large brown bear. Weff has never seen a bear before,
but she recognises it at once. There is a bear in her
favourite picture book that she so otten studies with
Cousin Jack, and this is just like it.

Like the pictured bear, this one holds a stout staff
in its “arms.” With clumsy rolling gait, the bear makes
an awkward step or two in the direction of the children.
Weff stands in silent horror for a moment, then, with
another, wild scream, and frantic grasp of Seth’s hand,
she turns and flies. Not back home again along the |
road they have come, but anywhere, anywhere away
from that dreadful sight! In her blind fear, Weff darts
down a side street. Seth runs with her, though, truth
to tell, he is not nearly so frightened. Running till
quite exhausted the children stop to get breath but they
have now quite lost their way. |

“Mamma! mamma!” sobbed Weff, “I want mamma!
I want to go home!” |

“It was a big bear!” panted Seth, “I am glad it did
not eat us all up.”

Yet another scream from Weff who fancied she heard |
| ALL ALONE. i II

the distant eee of the bean and, clasping each

other’s hands, more frightened than ever, the children. _

again fled away. On, on, sobbing 2 panting till the
end of the street was reached.

A. lofty vehicle, drawn by a bight ppine horse,
turned sharply round the corner just-as the children,
blinded by tears, ran into the road. Lucky. for ther:
that the driver fod a firm hand, and perfect control
over his horse. As it was Weff fell down, dragging |
Seth with her. Her hat fell off into the snow-choked
gutter, and the elephant she had bought for Cousin
Jack, jerked from her hands, was crushed to atoms
beneath the carriage-wheel. Ronee up the horse sharply,
its hoofs just escaped the children, and looking down
on them in alarm the driver, who was no other than
Dr. Abbott, cried out “Good gracious! the little

Gunsleys.” Quick as thought his man, who had been
sitting with folded arms on the seat Bee him, jumped
down and lifted first Welf and then ‘Seth into the
vehicle.

Weff’s hat was next recovered, but the poor ne
was so hopelessly crushed that, after one glance, the
man left it where it was. The doctor wisely ea no
questions. That the children had no business. in Queen
Street, that they were lost and in sad trouble, was
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take them one again before their mother should be
alarmed and distressed by their absence. !
Though Dr. Abbott had so very little time to spare,

and though he had already paid his usual. visit to
Stanmore Lodge that day, he made time to take the
children right home, to the very gates, and made time
to tell them they must not say a word about where
they had been, or what they had done before mamma.

They might tell Cousin Jack, and they must be sure
to. tell papa and nurse all about it, but not mamma
just now, because she was not well and it might worry
her, Also they must promise never to run away by
themselves to go shopping again, a promise given readily
enough, They found nurse just inside the little door,

ina distracted state of mind. It was getting quite dark
now, and nurse had her bonnet on, and was coming
out to look for them. Though where in the world she
would have looked, she declared afterwards, she knew
no more than the man in the moon.










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“PLL FOOT IT ON THE DECK.”
A JOLLY TAR. 15

Ts porry Jar.

Sucu a jolly Jack Tar sure you never
did see, .

Such a jolly Jack ean as me, as mel

When I blithely cross my arms, and foot

.it-on the deck,

Sure you'd think old ocean one that it
never bore a wreck.

But I know that storms must come! ‘D ye

see! d’ye see! :

So Pl brace myself together with a wall!
That's me!

Iam told that life has storms, and many
a dismal wreck,

But Pll up and do my duty and I'll foot
at om the deck


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“MINNIE IS GOOD! NOW LET US PLAY AT SOMETHING SHE LIKES.”
17

; Pri.

“SHOULDER arms! Present arms! March!
wheel! Left wheel! Attention!” cried Cyril,
















































een ee

rs he had seen on the
parade ground. “Minnie, how stupid you
are! You are doing it all wrong!”
18 DRILL.

“But I haven’t any wheel at all!” said
_ Minnie, “I have only a drum.” —

Minnie does ‘not like playing soldiers,
but it is a favourite game of Cyril’s. -

“Duffer!” he said, “‘right wheel’ means —
turn to the right, and ‘left wheel’ means
turn to the left. Even little George knows
that! But girls are such muffs! They are
' never any good! You can’t do anything
properly!” 7

Could she not? Cyril did not know it,
but, on that breezy afternoon on the com-
mon, Minnie was succeeding in doing what
many a brave, real soldier has failed in.
For playing thus with Cyril, she was
controlling her own inclinations and her
temper! She turned right, or left, as the
order came, without a word...

Ted is fond of Minnie. So is Cyril,
though he likes his own way better.

“We've played this long enough,” said
Ted, “Minnie is good! Now let us play at
something that she likes.”
PLAYMATES. : i9
PLA YMATES,

“IT can swing myself,” said
Harold, in a sulky tone. “I
don’t want you.” - |

Dick and Bertie live next
door, and Harold is gener-
a ally glad if they will play
" with him. The boys come over

the wall nearly every day when
school is over, and had been promising
themselves fine times when they saw.
Harold's new swing put up. It was dis-
appointing, but, finding him in such a
disagreeable mood, they went away.
Harold, tired of swinging by himself
had strolled after them. He found them
fishing in a little stream, and longed to
try a cast himself, but after his selfish
behaviour, was ashamed to ask for the
loan of a rod. ee

Bertie never bears malice. ‘Hullo,


36 PLAVMATES. .

Harold!’ he cried, holding out his rod.
“Have a try? Dick and I have caught
some beauties, and I’ve Just put on
fresh bait.”
Harold didn’t say much. Perhaps he
thoughtthe more. Anyhow, when therods
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were put away and tea was over, he
shouted over the wall, “Dick! Bertie!
Where are you? Won't you come and
have a swing?”
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MOTHER HAS STILL TWO CHILDREN TO LOVE DEARLY.
ep BAD NEWS. -

Bap ‘Jews

Manpcr and May can'tread writing. one
do not know a word that is in the letter
lying on mother’s lap. But they can read
her face, and what they see there has
brought them from their play to comfort
her—to nestle up close, and remind her
that, whatever the trouble of which -the
letter tells, she has still two children to
love her dearly. Earthly love: is a sweet
_ gift, only excelled by the Divine Love.
And of him who dwells in /s we know,
“He shall not be afraid of any evil tidings,
for his heart standeth fast in Thy word.” 5

? 7 UNNY nS Customer

‘A PENNYWORTH of what, my dear?”

exclaimed old Seabright.

“A penn orth of delighttulness, if you |

please,’ repeated the child.
“Delightfulness!’”’ and the ald ane

face assumed a puzzled expression.
A FUNNY LITTLE CUSTOMER. 23

The little girl stood gravely at the coun-
ter wondering at the old man’s peculiar
behaviour. | : ee

“Delightfulness! delightfulness! I have
never been asked for that before. Do
you mean these?” said the old man,
showing his little customer a bottle of
honeydrops. | |
_ “No, sir,” replied the little girl, shaking
her curly head energetically. ee

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A MAMMY-BOY. 25

ft MamurPor,

Rif, (GILLES NORRIS meant tobe
| ia very insulting when he shouted
“Mammy-boy!” outside the cot-
tage, and it would have been
y far more fun to go black-berrying,
than to spend all the half-holiday
watching by a little sick sister, while
mother was out charing. The taunt
seemed to ring in Ben’s ears at first,
but presently he began to think it was
not such a bad title after all. Mother’s
boy! of course he was mother’s boy, and
he meant to be mother’s right hand man
when he grew up, and to work for her as _
hard as she worked for her children now.
“Thank you, my boy,” said mother, when,
coming home, tired from her work, she
gladly saw everything was right. “You
are such a comfort to me, Ben!”

And Ben laughed to himself to think
that he had for a moment, minded being
called “A Mammy-boy.” i |



26 SVAP-DRAGON,.

pNaP-)RAGON.

“TR UPERT,” whispered May, while the
children were waiting for some little visit-
ors who were coming to Grannie’s Christ-
mas party, ‘cook is making us a snap-
dragon; Grannie said so. Let’s run into
| un kitchen and see her do it.” |

| Ss eae . “Metoo!’’ cried
rh Se Ella, and away
they. ran.

“Ts that all?”
asked Rupert,in
a disappointed
yy tone, whencook
Toy ““ashowed him
vip - a large dish
a of raisins,

He steepedin spirit,
warming Tee the Kitchen ire. Only
a oy of raisins! It isn’t like a dragon
abit.) | |
Cook laughed. “Wait till you see it
alight. You'll say different then. Don’t


_ SMVAP-DRAGON, oh

none of you touch it,’ and away went
cook to get out some cakes for tea.”
_ May picked up the dish. “Comealong,”
she said. “Let's take it to the drawing-
room, and play with it a little while. |
can light it, and it is for us.” May put
the dish on Grannie’s favourite gipsy-table,
struck a match and lit the snap-dragon.
“Isn't it pretty!” she cried, as the blue
flames flickered around. ‘And _ snap-
dragon flames don’t burn. You can put
your hand right into them, and take out
the raisins.” Nas |
Ella looked doubtful. Those flames were
real. But May plunged in her hand. Ah!
she was not quick enough! A start,acryof .
pain, and over went the table, snap-dragon
and all. |
“Grannie meant us to have a snap-
dragon, only I spoilt it, and burnt myself
and the drawing-room carpet,” May owned —
to the little visitors, later in the evening, —
“It was very naughty of me, and the next
time Grannie is going to give us a treat,
I will wait till the right time for it comes.” —
28 QUEEN OF THE DAY,





















































































































































































































“IN CAME FOUR LITTLE CATS DRAWING A GAY CARRIAGE.”

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QUEEN OF THE DAY. ! aa
7 QuEEN OF tas Day.

Lisa sat on a dais under a
=| garlandofflowers. Roses strew-
22 od the steps of the dais, and
=; made the floor sweet with their |
perfume. It was Lisa’s birthday, and her
grandparents, with whom she was staying,
had invited a large party, and planned
a grand surprise. Born in England, Lisa
had never seen anything of the kind be-
fore, and felt rather strange when Grand-
mother draped her in a cloudy white
veil, with a shining star, and Grandfather
seated her on the dais, while he stood
behind her. The children ranged them-
selves at one side of the room, as soon
as Lisa was seated. Then Cousin Carl
blew a long blast on his trumpet, and
in rode little Rudolph ona white pony.
“for you lisa! he- said. = From:
Grandfather. Only you will have a differ-
ent saddle when you ride him.”
Another blast! And in came four
little cats drawing a gay carriage, filled


30 QUEEN OF THE DAY.

with new dolls, presents from Grand.
mother and the cousins.

How delighted Lisa was! She could
not find words in which to express her
pleasure, but the old folks kissed Lisa, and
told her there was no need for her to say
anything at all.



Marie's S: NEWSPAPER. .

_.. Iv was harvest-time at Oakleigh
Farm, and everybody who knows _
the farm at all knows well what
a busy time thatis. The farm-
= ers married daughter Mary

Casey, had come to help, as she said, or
to enjoy the bustle and fun, as her father
laughed and told her. Anyhow, there she
was, and her little bright-eyed Mary with
her, both quite willing to have a finger
in every pie, and ready to enjoy anything
pleasant that might happen to comealong.
Little Mary especially was here, there,
and everywhere. Trotting with mother to
carry out buns and cakes for the supper


_ MARY'S NEWSPAPER. 31

in the big barn; following Grannie into
kitchen and dairy; or after Grandfather
till her small feet grew weary, and the
farmer was fain to pick her up and carry
her. Mary fell fast asleep at last, and he
took her indoors and laid her on Gran-
nie’s bed.

“Tittle maid be quite tired out,” he said,
and mother and Grannie thought he had
put her in the best place possible.

Mary slept so soundly that the supper
in the barn began without her. Mother
slipped away, and went to Grannie’s
room to see how the child was getting
on. The bed was empty. —

Mother searched till she found Mary
all alone in the kitchen with her little ©
toes on the fender.

“Pm Grannie,”’ she said, as the door
opened. ' ‘Grannie yeading thenewspaper!”
- Mother laughed. “What 1s the news,
Mary?” |
, tt is all about thet Mary,” said the
child, gravely. “It says she had a had-
dock, ‘cause she was SO life aes
32 - MARY'S NEWSPAPER.

“A what?” said. mother.

“Here,” said Mary, pointing with a fat
finger. “Tt says she was so tired that
She had a haddock in her head.”

“Oh! aheadache!” cried mother. ‘What
else?”

“Then it says Grandpa carried her, and
she woked up in Grannie’s bed, and she
is to have a bun with lots of sugar on the
top, ‘cause she
is such a very
good girl.”

How Grand-
father laughed
When mother
told him! He
told Mary he
did not believe
Grannie herself
had ever read
a. more “the
and interesting
newspaper in
all her life.


























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let _him hurt anything.”

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mouth. to ‘hide a laugh. | ) 7
“Seeing as_ your dog is under control, |
pass on, Missy!” he said. |

And Mabel walked away to join her
sister and the governess, Beowulf march-
ing sedately. at her. side....Under control, .
indeed, but_under the control of his
faithful love for his little mistress, rather |
than of that of the. restraining string in
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‘Tus visit to Aunt Abigail’s a
rambling old house near Upton

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— vNw, ~~ could scarcely touch her
a a the thought. |

“Ron!” she said, when the others were
gone with Miss Dunn to Aunt Abigail's
room. “Wouldn’t you like to See, tie
playroom?’ .

(ves asad Ronald, «1 think T should.
I eps Meise a jolly big one. .

“VWiets so and look at 11” |
“But wecan’t,” objected Ronald. “We
don’t know where it is. Besides it is all
dark, and we haven’t any candle:’
| Weft walked across the room and rang
the bell. |
A Camdle and: will you oe me and

Ronald the way to the playroom, please?”

the playroom be like! Weff |. -
a8" < OUR. NEW. PLAYROOM;

she said, when Webster the: housemaid
appeared. —
In vain the servant abiectad that it was -

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much better. wait till daylight to-morrow.
“Twant to go! Will you.take me, pleaser”
was all she could get. irom er. =
“Very well, then,” said Webster, “It
won ttake long, only.you must have a shawl

right over your head, Miss, for it-is cold

in these passages, and no mistake.”

‘It was some distance to the playroom,
and seemed a queer roundabout way to
get there. Up steps and down steps, and
through draughty passages, where, more
than once, the candle was nearly blown
out. Ronald was glad Websterhad brought
him his cap, as well as a shawl for Weft.

Arrived in the room, Weff, holding |
tightly to Webster's hand, made straight _
~ for the fireplace... Oh, what a big chimney! ©

Almost like a little room, and as there was

no grate, as Brooke had said, she could
walk right into where the fireplace should
have been, and look right up it. —
OUR NEW PLAYROOM. 39.

Weffseemed perfectly satisfied.. Webster
took the children back to Miss Dunn’s
room, and: then made her way to the
kitchen, where she informed cook and~
Ralph that that little girl was “a one-er,
and no mistake.’ “Ringing the bell as
_ grown-up-like as you please! and saying
what she wanted as cool as if she was
the mistress of the house.” _ neve ee
_ “That seemed a jolly playroom!” said
Ronald when they were together again.

Weff agreed. ‘And the chimney was
splendid,” she said, “I never saw sucha |
‘chimney in all my life.” | |

If Santa Claus could manage to get
down the chimney at home, why this
one would be fifty times more convenient.
Nothing could be better. |

Weff cried, and so did Seth, they could
not help it, when the time came for
mamma’s good-night kiss and mamma
was not there to give it. Edie made
them each give her one instead, and said
she would put the kisses in a letter and
send them to mamma, which was the
40 " PICK:-A-BACK.

next best thing; so after a few more sobs,
the twins were comforted. Webster had _
unpacked some of the boxes, so Edith
Amy was able to sit. in a chair beside
Weff's bed. Miss Dunn thought that
would be the best place for her. Grace
had been unpacked as well, so she went
into Weff’s:-bed as usual. Weff did: miss
mamma and papa, and baby, and nurse
and Morris very much, but somehow her
last waking thought was of her friend
the major. Her dreams were of him, and
Uncle Jack, and perhaps this was how
Miss Dunn came to find her lying asleep,
with wet eyelashes, it is true, but with
Grace cuddled in her arms, with the
sugar elephant (minus his howdah, his
trunk, and two of his legs) close by, and
with a smile on her face.

J ICK-A-BACK.,

fc along the cliffs, right to Bolton Hole—“Boat-in-
the-hole,” the children call it—went Lucy and little Nan.
The cliffs take a sharp turn when you.come. to Bolton
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42 AN AWKWARD CUSTOMER, —

Hole, and you get a splendid. view, in two directions,
over the sea. The fishing smacks had been gone nearly
a week over their time, and mother was getting very
anxious about father and Ned. There had been some
rough weather, but it was bright and fair this holiday
afternoon. Turning the corner, Lucy stood at the top
of Bolton Hole, and gazed away, away, far over the
sea. Something seemed to be creeping up from the
horizon. Could it be the sails of the smacks? Lucy
sat down, found some tiny snail shells for Nan to play
with; and waited. One hour, two hours passed by.
Nan began to want her tea. She was tired, even of
the pretty shells. No need to keep her waiting any
longer. Lucy could see the smacks were coming back.
She had counted them, and knew they were all there.
Not one missing! Up she sprang, eager to tell mother
the good news. But how slow seemed Nan’s short,
lagging steps! , SS ee
“You must give me a piggy-back,” said Nan, “cause

I is so hungry!” : i 7 oe
' Lucy’s arms are strong, and~she could get over the
ground quicker that way, so Nan had-a merry ride
nearly all the way home. _ 7 , |

ji | powxwarp | Customer,

Osrrica feathers are in such demand that rearing and
keeping ostriches in captivity for the sake of their
beautiful plumage, is a profitable and not a difficult
AN A WEKWARD CUSTOMER. 43



ng, wile, the. binds are small, Bat just try to
fancy . having chickens to. tend that can run as fast as
a a horse can= gallop, and:knock. over, their, attendants like





ninepins! Some of these, supposed to be tame birds,
are so dangerous when full grown that the ostrich farmer
only ventures to approach them on horseback, e
that warily!
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“DO YOU HEAR MY DRUM?”
“A SOLDIER LADDIE!” 45

: fs OLDIER appre.’

“Turrrum! Tum-Tum! Do you hear my drum?
_ .Do you see my hat and my feather!

Thr-r-rum! Tum-Tum! Should an enemy come,
He’d quail, don’t you think, altogether?

~ ©Thrrrum! Tum-Tum! When I beat my drum,
I fancy I see foes hieing!—

Thr-s-rum! Tum-Tum! When I beat my ne

From my home, and my fatherland flying!”

ae S Port.

Qu, Pincher! what have you
been atP
You wicked little dog!
Poor Katie’s dolly mangled lies,
As still as any log! :

~~~ Her hat and feather torn to bits,

ay While one wee arm you hold;
Just wait till Katie’s out of school,
And wovr’t you hear her scold!



aay
46 BLINDMAN’S BUFF. —

| PLINDMAN Purr.
“Tow many horses?” Hear the children |

say,
“Turn round three times, and on

whony you may!”
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Four little merry maids, run swiftly away,
Johnnie Brown’ must ‘needs be quick’ to

catch them to-day,
See how he gropes around, mid: peals

of laughter gay!


. LHE WOUNDED BIRDs* 47

Tae oo a

Ros was aioli about the fields
one afternoon with her brother George,
| when she saw a little bird lying on
the ground. She thought at first that
che was dead; but when she came
close to him she found that his bright
little eyes were wide open. She took
him up in her hands and stroked him

= = very gently, but birdie did not seem
to like that at all. He twittered and fluttered in great
distress. “Do look, George, at this darling little bird,”
Rose said, running to her brother. “But I am afraid
it is ill. What can be the matter with it?” “It must
be injured, or it would not have been lying there,” said.
George. “Let me see?” He examined it and soon
found that one of its legs was broken. “It must have
fallen out of the nest,” he said. “We will take it home,
. and see what we can do for it.” George was very
clever in such matters. He bound up poor little Dickie’s
Jeg in the neatest way, and Rose put him in a cage,
and watched him getting well again with great interest.
It was a little linnet, and soon became very tame: In
a very short’ time hie would perch Epone Rose’s finger
and sing quite fearlessly.”



48 i DUTY FIRST, PLEASURE AFTERWARDS.
Pury i? IRST, | LEASURE (pFTERWARDS,
7 Lens ,

ia 1s sweet in the woods!
}But they are not a good
1place in which to study.
There is too. much to hear,
‘land. to. see... lena had
{brought out her books. It.
was a very warm day, and



_ Se AISESS she thought a shady nook,
under some spreading tree, would be far
more pleasant than the schoolroom. So
it was. She was right so far. But she
sauntered on, and on, letting Spot guide
her by ine "string: tied to his collar,
laughing to see his attempts.to catch
the birds, and dive among the bushes,
till there was very little time left for study.
Oh, the poor lessons! ‘They were so
badly learned that Lena heartily wished
next day that she had taken the advice
of her governess, and worked at them
with a will, before going to the woods.
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She sauntered on and on.
50 VOR coniRD, )

Nor i ae |

‘Tom and other boys were passing across
the fields. As they went, Tom saw that
the pool was covered with ice. “Come, —
boys,” said he, “who will go on the
pool for a slide?” — a
_ Off Tom started to the gate which led
to the water. All were following him.
“Boys,” shouted a man carrying milk,
“where are you going? That ice won’t
bear you. Come back.” ~ |
Tom would not heed the man, but
would go. He sneered at the cautious
boys, and cried out, “I’m not a coward!”
And on to the pool he went alone. The
rest of the boys went off to roll a big
snowball on the village green. |
He had not. gone half a dozen steps
when the ice broke and down he went.
He struggled for awhile and then sank
overhead in the water. - | |
Knowing that the foolish boy must get
into trouble the old milkman had kept near.
TNEXE DOOR: =) 50

When he saw what had happened he
rushed into the pool, and with some dif-
ficulty seized the boy’s arm, and dragged
him out just in time to save his life. =

When he was got out of the water,
Tom was white as the snowy eround,
and so alarmed that he could not speak.
He was carried home, but he soon be-
came very ill, and was il was ill for many weeks.

gs Poor,

Jenne, sitting in. her wee

Spyed wee Rupert’ curly
head, ;

“That’s the little boy next
door, :

Come to live thers othe: be
said.



“Tittle new boy, what’s a
, name?
”% I live here, and so, Pye see,
If you cae Gree be

friends, =
Climb the fence and play

with me!”
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DOBBIN AND JOHNNY. | 53°
Poem AND JOHNNY.

a Tue small boy and the big
} qi) horse stood still as mice, look- _
i | ing at each other. What were
| " they thinking about? Did
+ Dobbin remember the days
when he was a frolicsome
| young colt, racing and chas-
ing around the meadow very
ec like Johnny does now! Did Johnny
think of the time coming when he must
take up his lifework; must put forth all
his power and energy on the side of
usefulness and right?

Dobbin can’t tell us what he ought
and, whatever Johnnie’s thoughts were,
they finished like this:—“Dobbin is the
very destesf-old horse that ever lived!
And [ll ask Giles to give me a ride when
_ he takes him down to the pond to drink!”


54 | 4 FIRM FOUNDATION.

a ‘ike Fowxoanion,

\aey wanted to imitate some street
acrobats they had seen.

“On me!’ said Bob, making a back
for the others to climb. But he did not
stand steady. Fe slipped and fell.

, = oe Tom took his place,
| but he wasnotstrong
}enough, and quickly .
let the other boys
down.
| “Letmecome first,
int cmea hike;
“Sure Pm stronger
than both of ye to-
gether, and I'll stand
as stiddy as ould
Time himself!”

The trick was soon
|done then, for, what
= is built upon a good,
firm foundation is
: vey to stand.



Sor. roThy Tennes ant
A HARD SUM, . 55

| - fh jJiarp um, }

Lo Ir was a hard sum! a regular
poser! Even Ned Jones, who, the
boys say, can tackle anything,
looked thoughtfully serious over
this, while Nat Brown didn’t even
attempt it. Nat sits next to Ned,
and he waited, watching Ned’s
slate as the figures were slowly
and carefully set down, and copy-
7 ing them on to his. “Wrong!”
fa, Said the master, when the slates
/ were sent up. ‘I was asked to
give you this sum as a test, and it has
proved far beyond all you lads, except
Jones and Brown. I find on each of their
slates the same error. A very slight one.
The rest of you shall work an easier
example, while these two boys find out
their mistake. Jones, return to your place.
Brown, stay here at my table.” |
_ Here was a pretty state of things! Nat
stared in black despair at Ned’s retreating


56 : A HARD SUM.

figure. Without a peep at Ned’s slate
how should he ever work the horrid thing? —
Ned well knew there would be many
more mistakes than ome if he attempted -
to tackle that sum alone. Could the
master have guessed? The boy’s face
flushed red. Ned soon found out the
mistake, and handed up the finished sum.
But Nat toiled hopelessly on and on, long
after school was dismissed, till his master,
who knew all about it, thought he had
been sufficiently punished for the at-
tempted cheats... |.


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8 | UPS AND: DOWNS.
JJ PS AND Powns. | |

Werr found it dull in the
schoolroom without Edith
and Niss Munn and no
* ie== Ronald either. She did not
care oo oe there without them. Seth
would have stayed contentedly enough, |
but Weff would not.

“T want to go to. the playroom,” she
said.

Webster had told her she was not to
ring the bell) Only Miss Dunn was to
do that. And Weff was sure she could
not find her way to the playroom unless
~somebody. came to show it to her. What
Was sme tO. dor

What she did was to stand and look
out of the window, with her finger in
her mouth, till big tears gathered in her
eyes and rolled down her cheeks. Seth
lett his omnibus and came to: her «|

“\W iat are oo Saying lor, Weft?”
he asked.


‘UPS AND ‘DOWNS, 59

“IT want mamma!” sobbed Weff, “and
papa, and the major, and baby, and
Morris, and everybody. And I want to
go to the playroom, and I d—d—d—don’t
like this place. I don’t want to stop
_here—I want to go home to mamma.”
_ “So do I!” agreed Seth, and cried for
company. i oe :

Two sad little tear-stained faces for
Brooke to see when she opened the door.

A great deal of the trouble was beyond
Brooke’s power to put right, she could
only kiss and cosset them. But so far
as the playroom was concerned, that was
an. easy matter. )

“Sure, you shall go there this very
minute, once you have on your hats and
wraps, she said, “and it’s myself will
take you there that same. And just look
at Floss, now! The creature. With his
little black nose sticking up in the air
and ready to start crying himself if ye
don’t lave off at onc’t. Floss can’t bear —
‘to see ye in trouble, -at all; at all.”

And Floss quivered and gave a piteous
UPS AND DOWNS.

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Two SAD * LITTLE ._TEAR-STAINED FACES
UPS AND DO WNS, 61

little whine, that seemed to say Brooke ;
was. quite right,

Brooke could not stay in the playroom.
Miss Gunsley wanted her, but she gave —
Ethel a pretty bell, and told her to carry
it with her and ring it if she could not
find her way back to the schoolroom.
Someone would be sure to hear it, and
come to her. |

Oh, the playroom was a fine place!
Never a doubt of it!

In the midst of the frolic, during a.
pause in the fun, a slight sound was heard
i we eMimmicy:

The children were both startled. Floss
ran to the hearth, and stood under: the
chimney looking’ up.

“What was it?” cried Weff and Seth.
together.

They were both more than half ene
ened, and held each other tight. The
noise again, and now Floss barks. .

Hand-in-hand the twins creep across the
floor. ‘Phe. playroom door stands wide
open. Shall they run away or shall they
62 UPS AND DOWNS.

venture to the chimney and peep? Only a
moment and they turn towards the door.

“etl cues ayoice Well \\Venl-

Where can it come from? Why, it
comes from the chimney!

“Weft! Weff!” 1s repeated more Sarole
and Weff cries in astonishment, “Oh! Oh!
Seth! Why—why it's Santy- Claus!”

“Santa Dutler! says the voice Don t
be a little sully, Weff! Come here! I want
tO gel down.

“Why don't you come down then?”
asks Seth, plucking up courage. If this
is Santa Claus, seth thinks he is rude,
and he won’t have anyone rude to Weff
i We can Help ie

‘Because of the dog, stupid!” replies
the muffled voice again. “Come and take
him away. I don't know him as well as
you do. He growled at me when I went
to see Aunt Abigail this morning, and
I don’t. want to stay up here any longer.
I want to come down.” >"

_ Hand-in-hand the twins slowly approach
- the chimney. Hand-in-hand they step
UPS AND DOWNS. 63.

upon the hearth, peer up the wide chimney,
and see—Ronald. The chimney is large
_ and straight, and wide, and enough light
finds its way down to show Ronald sitting
in a kind of recess, leaning against the
wall. Yes, it is Ronald, and no mistake.
“Oh Ron! lot really truly eue f
thought it was Santa Claus!” )
“Santa Rubbish!” says Ronald, irre-
verently. “Would you like to come up,
Weil? Itis jolly up here.” |
Weft thinks she would, but it is too high
for her to climb. Ronald had managed
it easily. She looks disappointed. |
“Get a chair, Seth. It will stand firm
enough on the hearth, and then you can
both get up,” says Ronald, and this is
how it is done. “Isn’t it jolly? Now
don’t you call this a nice place?” he asks,
as Weff and Seth scramble up beside
him. And they both agree.

Its a dark place and a very dusty —

one, but no one seems to mind that.
Ron seems to think it great fun to be
up there, so -he mrust be right.
64. - . PETS.

pers

Sed you ever see eh
» pets as Fan and her pups?
» And they are just as
| cole as can be. You
= wouldn't believe the fun
le we have! They begin to

WREeATP want to eat from Fan’s
gh Buel don’t let them. They put
their paws right into the food, and make
themselves in a dreadful mess, so I make
them feed from my wooden porridge
spoon. It is all over marks from. their
Sharp little teeth. They play and bite
it so; but<1. don't. mid. Father can’t
afford to keep more than one dog, so he
Is going to sell the pups as soon as they





ave Old enough 1 don i like 16 think ©

about it, but at least we will.be as happy
as we can while we are together!







































































66 SEE SAW! _

‘See Sa |

SEE-SAW! Up and foun
Tn sweet summer weather!
see-saw! Up and down!

Jace ae Lil es



-‘Tanting in the meadow green
3 «On a Seesaw boimie, =
ae Whom d'ye think the happiest? —
7 ale OR ait Johnnie? :




JACKS PURCHASE. 67
JACK S J URCHASE,

| AC AN: you sell me four-penny-
worth of snuff? I don’t know
how much it will be, because
I have never purchased any,”
said Jack Courtney, to the
woman who keeps the general
Shop in the little seaside village of Hartness,
as he laid four pennies on her counter.

Der you want so much? I could ‘sell
you a screw for a ha’penny. Be you up
to larks, young potmtlonmaht she asked,
7 suspiciously. 7

“No,” laughed Jack. “Look here! My
toy yacht got adrift this morning, the
string broke, and as the tide was running
out, | should have lost it, only the one-
armed old boatman went after it and
brought it back. It was awfully good of
him, and | should like to give him .
‘something. He takes snuff, I know.”
_ The woman weighed out two-penny-
-worth. “That was old Vine,” she. sad.




68 JACE'S PURCHASE.

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“LITTLE MISS VANITY.’ 69

“This is his mixture, and this is his
quantity. A right good fellow is old Vine,
and does a deal more kindness with his
one hand than most folks do with two.”
_ “Thank you!” cried Jack, and picking
up the parcel of snuff and his twopence,
he ran gaily down the beach to give his
present. :

. Lirtie Muss Vanity’

“Capand apron all complete!
Buckled shoes upon my feet!
Sunny gleams my golden hair,

~ Few with me, you'll own, com-

pare!”






\““Yes, you.are a pretty child!
Very pretty, Jane! .

f, But,.alas! you spoil it all,
% == ~=— Dear, you are so vain!”
70 | NED S JACKDAWS.

Neps Jackpaws.

4 ‘Lury wanted a deal of attention, those
“\ jackdaws! but Ned patiently nurtured
them from unfledged ugliness to mature
perfection. Mrs. Brown often grumbled
at the boy’s keeping them at all, and
keeping them in his bedroom, as she
said, “of all places in the world!” But,
—as this was the only place in the world
_at Ned’s' own disposal, perhaps he had
*1ot much choice in the matter. Ned
had the offer of a day at the seaside, |
and his eyes glistened at the prospect.





“Td love to go,” he said aah |

“Oh, if it's them daws! Pll look after them for fonee,@
‘said Mrs. Brown. So Ned went. How it happened,
Mrs. Brown always declared she never knew. Anyhow,
she gave not a thought to the open window. Till they
had eaten enough, the young daws perched most con-
tentedly on the edge of the tray where Ned always
fed them, and then, instead of fluttering into their wicker
cages, with one accord they made straight for the window,
NED S JACKDAWVS. 71

and were gone in an instant. Mrs. Brown cried out in
dismay, but that did not bring them back. Poor Ned!
She hardly knew how to tell him when he came home.
“I meant to let them fly,” he sighed, “when they
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As Mrs. Brown said, “he took it like a Briton and
made not a bit of fuss!” But, all the same, Ned would
have liked to have freed his pets himself.

i oe eo ae
72 THE CHAFFINCH, ~
jae (HAFFINCH.

oe WHILE I was pegging out my
2b doll’s clothes, a little bird came
¢ and perched on the line, quite
* close to me, and I saw it was
* May Rogers’ little pet chaffinch.
May Rogers lives next door to
me, so we have often played
together, and she has let me catch small
spiders and flies, to give to her bird.
‘Tim’ she calls ie and when he chirps,
it sounds just as if he says. ‘Tim, Tim!
Tim, Tim, Tim!’ May and I had not been °
friends for a Whole .fortnight, but Tim
remembered me, and let me take him
into my hand. I always was fond of Tim, —
and when I held him, you wouldn’ t believe |
whata wicked thought came into my head.
‘Put Tim into the old cage in the garret,
it said, ‘and keep him lor your own. You





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FA aa Het dee: CHALLINCE, —

will punish May that way, and nobody

will know!’ I actur-ally nearly did it! |
had so often wished that Tim was mine.
But Iran in next door to May with him
as fast as | could Oh, May “ad been
crying! When we quarrelled we had said
we would never speak to each other again:
but had to. Of course, I had to tell May

all about how I. caught (ime nd we
kissed each other, and I cried too, a little,
and we are better friends than ever, and—
That is 7uzs¢ the. sort of blue bottle Tim,
dies! Yes, lve causht it! 1 am going
to run 1 next Hote and give it to him!"



MISS MISCHIEF.
A GENEROUS CAT... ~ 75,
{v2NEROUS feat.

Herk isa cat story, from
Meriden, Mississippi!—‘‘I
haveacat that will occupy
my seat at the table until ©
I come, and will not will-
ingly give it up. I was ill
a short time ago. and
Oe unable to occupy it, and
ae oe would come from the table to the
bed frequently. She finally caughta mouse
and brought it to the bed, laying it down
by me. I threw it off, but as often as I did
so the cat would bring it back, until I
thought she wanted me to eat it; so I
made believe I ate it, and the cat went
away apparently satisfied. And before
night the same day she brought meastriped
squirrel, and each day for the three days I
was in bed she brought me game with the
same result—she would never leave until
I had pretended to eat. it.” |


76 HE WOULD BE A SOLDIER.
a Worn BE A Souoten.

| WILL be a coliet with a
smart uniform and_ bright
buttons when I am a man,”
said Henry Masters, and he
marched about the nursery
beating his toy drum and
waving a wooden sword. _

Just then his brother Ernest
ran into the room.

“Let us fight with swords, like real
_ soldiers,” said Henry.

It was fine fun for a few minutes, but
at last Ernest’s sword came down rather
heavily on Henry’s knuckles. -

‘The noise of Henry’ s lamentations was
truly alarming, and nurse said afterwards
a real battle- held must be a very ence
place.


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S
STRONG AND WEAK.

TRONG AND Weak:

) :
Basy has a coloured whip,
Waves it high with merry shout.

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silly baby strikes the dog,
Nep would say, if he could speak,

‘“Nep is strong, he loves you well,

_Nep will never harm the weak.’


‘WAIT A LITTLE. 79.
Warr A ee

A rrienp of mine had a brood of six

, chickens of a valuable kind, which he

Â¥)yy Erized highly. One day he noticed that

. three of them were missing. Pretty

3 tues, thorough search was made, but oy
Y @& “were not to be found.

Suspicion at length fixed on the cat; and as soon as.
suspected there was proof enough at ‘hand to convict:
her. She had been seen several times looking. wistfully-.
at them. She had, even that day, been observed to-
spring towards one of the chickens. She must have
killed them, for in what other way could their absence
be accounted for? Poor puss ,at once received the:
sentence of death. : 7

“But wait a little,’ said one; “it may yet be proved
that she is innocent. They may be alive, or if dead,.
possibly from some other cause.”

Most fortunately for poor puss, this advice was.
heeded. Just at night the lost chickens made their:
appearance, and all suspicion of foul play was removed.
The old house cat has a good character again.

How important the advice sometimes—wart a little,
be zot too certain! Your. evil surmisings may all be
- groundless, or if injury has been received, it may have.
been unintentional, or if mischief has really been done,.
_ the guilt may have been attributed to the wrong person..

- Wait a little. The evil may be in appearance only.





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ALOSSY'S LOST AT - 81

Pure Pears

Guee a bonny, baby boy,
Fastened in his chair!
See his dimpled, eager hands,

How he’d like a ‘pear!

Will he get it, do you think?

Or will Sissie tease?

P’raps she will, perhaps she won’t!
Call it which you please!

JLossy s LOST ee

. Wauari is the matter? what
“ailaeey are you crying about?” asked

7 2 = Mrs, Hancock, the kind far-

2@—-< mer’s wife, with whom Flossy
+= and her brother Richard were
me staying, while their parents
were in Germany. “And what have you
done with your ivan







6
82 —FLOSSYS LOST HAT.

“Richard threw it into a ee and I
can’t get it,’ sobbed Flossy. -
“What made him do that, my dearer

“T broke his rose-tree.”’ a

“Did you do it on pee?

“Yes,” said Flossy,. stoutly.

“Oh! but that was very wrong indeed.
Tell me, how was it?”

“He wouldn’t let me help him rae his
garden; and—so—I broke—the rose-tree;’
said F lossy, jerking her words out between
| oe

“And then Richard oe your hat into
ine tree by way ol revenge! iin! Vell,
that would not mend his plant, I am
Valraid: said Mrs Hancock.

Flossy sobbed stillmore. “IfRichard will
get my hat, I will mend his tree,” she said.

Mrs. Hancocksmiled. “Ah, my little girl.
Itismucheasier to do mischiefthan tomend

it. Allyourregrets willnot mend thebroken
rose-tree. But let us go and tell Richard
you are sorry for having spoilt his pet plant,
and he will,lamsure,soon get you your hat.”
TIRED OUT

J TRED (Ora
Our of the wood, and over the hill,
Wearily tramped the little ones’ feet:

Teddie and George, Baby and Will,
Come from gathering blackbemics sweet.

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See in the a the sun sinks low,

Shadows grow long by the sreenwood
side,
When would the children have reached
their home,

If kind Farmer Bates had not given
them a ride?
84 CATS CRADLE,

(ar Ss (RaDLE. |

“Pur her in!” said Monty. He
had been playing cat’s cradle with
Ny Rose, and had run away, bidding
’ her wait a minute. Now he came
2 back with the. kitten.
“Put her in! Mind her cone
==" She'll seratch you!” |”
“Oh, Monty,” laughed Rose, “don't
do that! Kitty doesn't like it? ><
“What is the use of making a cat's
cradle if you don’t put the cat in it?”
“Well, , try if you like,” said Rose; ' ‘only
don’t hurt poor Kit!” .
But puss kicked, and bit, and wriggled,
till the string was soon too racks entangled |
to form a cat’s cradle, or anything else.



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“KITTY DOESN’T-LIKE IT.”
86 | IVOR'S JOURNEY.
Jvors JOURNEY, :

It was so stupid always to be
obliged to go out with nurse! At
= least, Ivor thought so. It made him
wpe} Seem SUCh a baby! Besides, lookat ~
siakea@’| the nuts and blackberries, the hips
» and haws, and all the delightful
==. things with which the village chil-
'‘ae~ dren came home laden from the
woods. Nurse never went to the woods. It
was always too far, or too damp, or too
dusty, or too something or other, for him
to go where he liked, Ivor declared, petu-
-lantly. Ivor gave nurse the slip one day,
when he was running with his hoop, andran
so fast, and so far, that when nurse looked
round for him he was nowhere visible. -

“Which is the way to the woods?” he
asked two village children. But they were
shy. Instead of answering, they stared at
hint) Fingers mmontn -

little stupid! caidtvor, iilltimd ont.”
for myself.” Andon he went. The woods
at last! And, oh, the blackberries! Ivor


IVOR’S JOURNEY. 87

picked and picked theripe fruit, staining his
mouth, till no lost “Babe in the Wood” was
€ver more “besmeared and dyéd.” A
bramble caught his cap, and twitched it
off. It fell half-way down a steep little

bank, close to a grip. é :

Ivor descended. He was getting tired.
Some scratches were painful. He thought

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bank was green and mossy. Treacherous,
too! Ivor’s feet slipped, and, in a moment,
he found himself in some inches of mud
and water at the bottom of the grip.
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muddy little object when nurse found
him! So utterly dejected that, without a
word of reproof, she picked him up, and
carried him the rest of the way home, “like
a baby,” without a word of remonstrance
from him. i |
“We will keep together this time, if you
please, Master Ivor,” said nurse, when
next she took him out. oe
Nurse has never failed to keep a sharp
eye on him since that day. Though there
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go , PUSS AND THE MILK-JUG. -

i USS AND THE Mux-se.

Puss could hardly believe her own green
eyes! cook had finished breakfast, had left
table, and had gone right away out of the
kitchen, without filling Pussy’s saucer ot
milk. Themilk-jugstoodon the table. Puss
blinked at it, winked at the fire, stared at
the jug, looked at her empty saucer, and
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ilk, but just about enough.
It was low down in the jug and puss was
thirsty. In went her head till she found
she could reach the milk. A step on the
floor, cook has come back. ‘Oh the
tiresome cat!” she cries. |
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thejug. In her fright she fell from the table,
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the handle and spilling the rest of the milk.
Cook got a towel and whipped her.
“Naughty, greedy thing!” she said, “why
didn’t you wait till I came to feed your”
Then she pulled away the jug, and Puss
wastree. “Thatcat willleavemy jugsalone
after this,” said cook, and she was right. If
you show our puss a jug now, she runs
_ away, anywhere, to hide herself.

‘dE Wore AND THE oat.

A WOLF saw a Goat feeding at the summit
of a steep precipice, where he had no
chance of reaching her. He called to
her and earnestly besought her to come
down lower, lest she should by some
mishap get a fall; and he added that
the meadows lay where he was standing,
and that the herbage was most tender. |
he replied, ‘No, my friend, it is not me
that you invite to the pasture, but you
yourself are in want of food.” -

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“DID YOU ASK WHERE 1.AM GOING ?”?
FANCY DRESS. 93

Fancy Dress.
“Just like Grandma? Fan and mittens,
And my bonnet, all complete!

Sandal shoes, and clocked my stockings,

Only you can't see my feet!

Did you ae. here I am going?


94 THE PICTURE BOOK.

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Nett promised to be very careful when
Carrie lent her the new picture book.
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She sat down with it on the step of the
front porch to show the book to Polly,
THE PICTURE BOOK. 95

for, of course, Nell’s dear old wooden
dolls must see the pictures too. Polly
1S a very superior doll. Oh, the pictures
were lovely! And Nell turned the pages
as slowly and carefully as if Carrie were
looking at her all the time. But what
iS Unie A jerk! Av clit! Pollo cam
wooden hand caught the page, and there
is a large tear in it! Poor Nell! It was
very hard, but she went at once to Carrie
to own the mischief she had done.

“Never mind, Nell!” said Carrie, kindly.
“It was Polly, it wasn’t you!”

Nell shook her head. ‘No, it was me!”
she said, “I was ‘sfousible for the book.
Polly couldn’t help it. It wasn’t her fault
atall. You are kind to forgive me, Carrie.”

And a hearty kiss sealed the little girls

friendship closer than ever.

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96

ON THE CLIFF

On Jue Corre,

Au! the sunlit skies are lowing
O’er the summer seas!
Ah! the bonny sea-birds soaring

On the soft sweet breeze!

Nell and Will, with baby Charlie,

lien perched on the cli
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98 MÂ¥ PLAVMATE..

My Lay MATE,

only little playfellow. When
'l[am grave so is Pluto, and
when I am frisky so is he,
7 Pluto was not always such a
nice doggie as he is now. Two years
ago father brought him home. He had
found the dog in the street—a dirty ill-
looking brute, with a piece of string tied
jound his neck Some bad boys were
racing poor Pluto about and ill- eae
him.

Father gave the: poor at a good
bath, and I made him a basin of nice
warm bread-and-milk and put him to bed
in the corner of my playroom.

OA week afterwards Pluto had become.
quite a different dog. We play together,



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DAVE AND HIS WHISTLE,
SWEET MUSIC. ot

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Ess Dave is slow at his lessons,
GG though he does “peg away”
_ at them with a will. Music
aor is his great delight—his great
yim in Wie te be atiteal
}”7 musician. Will he succeed?
o\y].. Who can tell? Dave would
NS not be the first poor lad who,
aS by talent and steady perse-_
verance, had surmounted obstacles and
won success. One thing is sure. What-
ever the future may hold in store for
him, he will never find any to love his
music more than the little audience that
assembles on the doorstep to hear him
play, and welcome him on his return ,
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102 LHE LOST PENNY.

‘| HE Lost J ENNY,

Very seldom did Madge Ford own a
penny, so it was the more hard when
she did have one Arthur Batt should
take it away. Madge struggled and
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only laughed. He tossed the penny into
the air, meaning to catch it again. It
spun higher than he intended, glanced
off the tips of his fingers, rolled away
and fell down a grating. Arthur whistled,

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THE LOST PENNY. 163

and went away looking foolish. Wauping
her eyes on her pinafore, Madge peered
down the grating. Yes, she could see
the penny. It was a bright one but it
looked a long way off. However, it was
quite safe from Arthur, and there was
- some comfort in that. While Madge lay
and looked Sandy Gillies came by, and
she told him all about it. Sandy’s father
is a cobbler. Away ran the boy, and ©
soon came back with a lump of wood,
smeared with treacle, tied at the end of
a long string. He let down the string |

and carefully fished for the penny. How ~

eagerly Madge watched him! Up it came
at last, sticking to the treacle, and who
was the most pleased, Sandy or Madge,
it would be hard to say. Madge meant
to have bought herself a penny doll, but
she bought a halfpenny one instead, and
spent the other halfpenny on a top for
Sandy. A friend in. need is a friend
indeed!
Togs! THE FIRST PRIZE,

: te PIRST [ RIZE, 3

os Or we did not like it at
all!” said Prince, resting his
,. paws over the front of the
#hamper. ‘There was such
a dreadful noise, and such
- a shaking.” He meant in
the train, for the pups were just
| home from a dog show. |
“We were put in a long row of other
dogs, and rude people walked past, and
stared at us all day long,” said Duke,
indignantly. “And they patted and poked
and pinched us. I bit one lady’s finger
serve her right!” :
_ _ 1 didn't bite anyone,” said Ralph.
“But a man put a card with ‘first prize’
on it just where I could set at it. |
bit that all into little pieces, there wasn’t
anything else to play with. He said it
was ‘First Prize.’”’ a.
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106 . JEALOUS FAN.

coming to lift them from the hamper,
that they might run about, and. play
with Nell and Toby. “It is gratifying
that they have won the cup, but I daresay
they are heartily glad to get home again.
Whatever honours we may win: abroad,
there is no place like home!”

The lady did not understand what
Prince, Duke, and Ralph had been saying,
and they did not in the least grasp the
meaning of her words, but puppies and
mistress were both agreed, that home is’
the best and dearest spot in all the wide,
wide world.

Jeatous yan

rer Poll! Pretty Poll!”
=m screamed the parrot. ‘Give
ies ‘| Polly a bit!” while Lucy pared
»'an apple and Fan sat up and
' begged. Lucy gave Polly a
= “= piece of the fruit, and then |

“=S=@© one to Fan. “Silly Fan!” she |






| at 1s ot for them, or not.

JEALOUS FAN. | 107

said, ' “Vou lw you don’t care for apple!
| You only want it because you are jealous
of Polly!” Lucy was nght. Fan is very
much like some foolish children who must
have what they see others. have, whether

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USE AND BEAUTY. tog

se AND Praury.

(Wruat silly, clumsy, waddling
things ducks are!” said May, con-
temptuously, to her white dove,
Lola. Susan, the dairymaid, had
found herself extra busy, if that ‘were
possible in one always so much occupied,
and had asked May to take the ducks
their food. May went unwillingly. She
would rather have stayed in the garden,
with her new book and Lola. |

From behind a hedge, old Skang—the
odd man of Aneley Farm—was watching
May, unseen. —

“So you don’t kinder take to them ducks,
Missy May,” he said. “Well, I sort ofdon’ t
wonderatit. Birds ofa feather, you know. ~
But I'll tell you what— if it was put to 1t—
Aneley Farm could sooner spare you and
your dove than Susan and the ducks.”
~ What a rude man old Skang was! Spare

her and Lola indeed!

But May is not an ill-tempered girl, and


10 USE AND BEAUTY.

as she went slowly back to take the empty
basket to Susan, she felt that there was
some truth in the old man’s words, and
that although beauty and grace must win
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HOME FROM THE BEACH ae
ae PROM THE PEACH,

m “My word, what a mess! cried Aunt
ea.) Fanny. “What fave you children been
meee doing? With your bare feet on those
bricks, you'll get your death of cold.”
OT isnt so cold as the a said
-|George. “It feels quite warm.’ 3

1 Ge came aes the scullery so as not
tomake a mess,” put in Alice; “we've.
mh AJ been wading”

ae echoed Chale |

“But why didn’t you put on your shoes and eecanee
What possessed you to come through the town in this
statep” ,
- “Cause Eva nan put on hers, and we thought
we'd all come home alike.”

“Why not? Where are your stockings, Eva!” Beleed
Aunt Fanny, still not quite sure ae er would be
angry or not. But when poor Eva hung her head and
sighed— : a

“Couldn’t put on my stockings, ’cause a big ave
comed up the beach and washed them right away.”

Aunt Fanny laughed, and made up hee mind she
would not be angry ae once, but told the children’
they must get themselves ae and ‘not wade again
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1i2 OUR HOLIDAY. vs

Pur | pLoLipay.

. Ir was quite a surprise. Father
a came home very early one
* “ evening from his busy office in
== the City. He looked very tired
and careworn, but there was
just a little peculiar expression
‘In his face as he took me on
his knee. .
“Gracie, how would you like to go to
the seaside to-morrow?” said he. How
my heart bounded at the word seaside!
"Ol! 1 soa like 1,” answered lade
let us go, darling father.” : |
“Well, my pet, we will go if mothercan get
things ready; run and hear what shesays.”
~ Off Iscampered to find mother: ‘What
do you think, dear mother? father says we
may all go to the seaside to-morrow if you
can get everything ready. Oh! do. try,”
said 1, dancing round her in my excitement.
Mother looked up at me from her needle-
work in much surprise. .“‘Has dear father


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BUILDING FORTS AND CITY WALLS.”

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114 OUR HOLIDAY,

come home?” said she. “He-was'saying _

last week that business had been so bad
with him that he was afraid we should

have to do without our holiday this year.”

Putting her arm round my waist she

kissed me. “Yes, darling, I will make

_ everything ready,’ and. leaving her work

she went to father, and I scampered into

the garden to tell Willie of the good.
things in store for us, - )

__ I found him at the end of the garden

feeding his guinea-pigs. He turned round

aslranup. “I have some news, Willie;

can you guess. what it is about?”

“It must be good news,” said Willie,
eyeing my face keenly. ‘Please tell me,
Gracie, | give it- up? | a ne
“Weare going to the seaside to-morrow!”

_ You should have seen Willie’s joy; he
danced about in his delight, and then,
when he had recovered, he went in search
of pails and spades that had served on >
. PlEVIOUS
On the following morning Willie woke
me very early, and we both crept down-
OUR HOLIDAY. 115

_ stairs to see the time by the large hall
clock. It was just five. There, by the
door, were two large trunks corded and
~ labelled “Broadstairs.” Willie and I had
never heard of “Broadstairs,” although
we were studying our first book of ge-
ography. The time before breakfast was
spent searching over our maps, but our
search was in vain; we could not find it.

Father told us at breakfast it is a town
on the south coast of England, near the
mouth of the river Thames. :

It was no use, we could not eat break
fast, Willie and I were in such a state
of intense excitement. |

Auntie Vickie had arranged to keep
house while we were away, and Willie
had intrusted his guinea-pigs to her care.
_ Soon we were in the cab on our way
to the railway station. }

At last we had taken our places in
the train, and were rushing past the
rows of houses and smoking chimneys,
out towards the beautiful open country.
Tonbridge was the first stopping place,
116 OUR HOLIDAY.

then Gatccuiny: and at last. Broadstairs.

All was bustle and confusion on the
platform. Our trunks were found and
were conveyed to our lodgings.

It was a pleasant room where we sat
down to dinner, delightfully overlooking
the bay, where groups of children were
busy paddling or making castles of sand.
By this time Willie and I were really
hungry. Father said he had never seen
us eat so much.

Dinner over, mother took us down fae
cliffs on to the beautiful sands. Oh! what
a charming place we found Broadstairs!

Father joined us. His face was now
_ beaming with pleasure. All business wor-
~ ries seemed banished from his thoughts.
He submitted to be buried in the sand
up to the neck, and mother’s hearty
laughter was most cheering.

There was a beautiful band mice
above us on the cliffs, and the sailing
vessels seemed to be gliding along in the
distance to the sweet music. How peace-
ful it all was. The shady cliffs and the
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118 OUR HOLIDAY:

sea covered with bright sunshine,. with
here and there patches of dark-green
seaweed. . n iG
After tea father took us for a walk
along the top of the cliffs and we gathered
handfuls of lovely wild flowers, and as
we walked mother told us how that father
had had a most unexpected piece of good
fortune in business, at the last moment,
_ which had enabled. him to take a holiday. —
The next morning we were up very
early and down on the beach bathing. -
We cannot swim but we splashed and
chased one another in the sea.. °°. |
_ After breakfast we were out again with
our spades and pails. We soon found
some nice little companions of about our
own age, a boy and a girl, with their
little brother. We made forts and city
walls, castles with moats and bridges.
‘he afternoon was spent searching for
shells and crabs,: which. we found in
abundance. wae
I was greatly afraid of crabs, but Willie
soon learned to handle them without
OUR HOLIDAY. 19

fear of being nipped. Willie was: very
indignant with me because I could not
handle: them; but I cannot help it, I do
think they are nasty, horrid things: a
We had been at Broadstairs a month
and at last the day came to go home:
We felt so sorry to leave the beautiful
country, but we consoled ourselves with -
the thought of again being in our old
home with its many attractions of toys
and pets, and the happy prospect of a
Pe Visit. NeXt. Simmer 9.
The guinea-pigs were found all in good
order and evidently delighted at our
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Ir was a very busy time,
., house-cleaning. And when
2 -* the turn of the nursery came,
4 -and toy-cupboards and all
were turned topsy-turvy,
nurse was obliged to put
the little ones, Willie, Georgie, and May,
into Clara s Care.

Not but that Clara could look after
them well enough—but could she be
trusted to remember her charges? It
happened as nurse feared. Clara had
what nurse describes as “a mooney,
dreamy fit,” on her, and let the little
ones wander away from the room in
which they had been bidden to stay.
It opens into a conservatory, and they
went in. A cry of delight from Willie.
Here was the dear magic lantern which
had so charmed them ‘in the winter.






122 CLARA S TRUST.

Not where you would expect to find it,
but things do get into unsuspected places
at house-cleaning time. Willie found a
box of matches, and lit one.

“Wes put “em away, osaicd: Georgie,
spilling a good many on the floor. |

Willie held the match too short. A
start, a cry of pain as the flame touched
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CLATEL S TRUST “ 123

and May’s pinafore were alight. The
children’s screams aroused Clara from
her day-dream. Nurse came running to
help, snatched Georgie out of danger,
.and soon put the fire out, though not
before the children were badly scorched.
Poor Clara! How deeply grieved she was
to see the sad mischief her neglect had
caused. As she cried herself to sleep
that night, after her prayers, she resolved
most earnestly to strive with all her might
never to neglect or forget a duty intrusted
to her again. ©



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WHAT HE COULD. . 125
WHat HE CouLp,

# You wouldn’t expect much
of him, poor chap! He did
what he could. Oh, yes!

Nat Price was willing enough.
But after that accident, run
over and crippled by a heavy
van,— and the shock, or something, had
upset his head besides. This was the
opinion of most of the dwellers in Caffyn’'s.
Alley, when Nat came back, after a long
stay ina big hospital, sadly altered from
the bright active lad he once was.

One friend had missed Nat. An invalid
child, who had hardly ever spent a day
away from. grimy Caffyn’s Alley.

Mr. Ray, the owner of a kind of general.
stall, employs Nat to mind it sometimes.
“You may take something for yourself,
Nat,” he observed, good-naturedly, when
-payinghim “seeing, as it’s Christmas Eve.”

Ray laughed when Nat went limping
away with a tiny fir-tree. — :
“Might ha’ choose something useful


1126 WHAT HE-COULD.

while he was about it! Eh, Mrs. Rapley?
A bit soft, poor chap! A bit soft!”
Tf Mr. Ray. had seen a sick child’s face

: Eon









-Wwhen the pretty green tree was given,
he might have thought the boy had not
made such a bad choice after all—have
~ owned he did what he could!
RONALD’ S ENTERTAINMENT. ‘127
: 2 7 tease ie: Ua aie Dre
JRONALD S PNTERTAINMENT,

Ronatp gave agrand magic —
>» lantern entertainment to
which Miss Dunn, Morris,
Joe, nurse, and Susan were
invited. Miss Dunn sat in
her own chair, with Weff
and Seth on either side,
-- -o ) /dith next to nurse iwith
baby), beside Susan, in the row behind
her, Morris the ‘handy-man and Joe the
stable boy behind them again. Ronald
was very anxious to do it “all himself”
i he-could, and Wncle jack let him ti,
for the more one helps one’s self the
better. Certainly the lantern was more
difficult to light, and smoked more when
lit, than had been the case in Uncle Jack’s
hands. The chimney, too, seemed to have
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128 RONALD'S ENTERT. AINMENT,

But, these small matters once siiaeeel the
entertainment proceeded without a hitch.
That is, without any very serious mishap.

Tobe sure Ronald, forgetting in his excite- |

ment that the glass chimney must be hot, |
took hold of it, and burned two fingers and.
the thumb of his left hand rather badly.
Perhaps the burnt hand made Ronald less
careful, anyhow, a little later on, a slide
representing a ship in full sail, appeared
upside down. This brought a mide laugh
from Joe, instantly checked by Morris.

“What’s the matter?” asked Ronald. -
“Oh, don’t turn Joe out! Idon’t mind. The
ship did look queer. This next slide shows
a boy grooming a pony, and I want Joe
to see it particularly.” :

Morris sat down again, keeping a firm
eye on Joe, and the entertainment was,
by everyone, voted a great success.
RONALD'S ENTERTAINMENT.



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129
130 IN THE DARK.

: |n THE Park, |

lrwasavery old farmhouse, belong-
(, ing to Uncle Ingram, to which
3 Claraand Baby Phillip weresent
Be fora few weeks. An illnesshad
» broken out in the town in which
£3 they lived, so Uncle kindly sent for
2’ the children. ~ 3
aor A delightful place, only—used to
a small compact house—the bedroom Aunt
Ingram had prepared seemed a long way —
off, and lonely. _ | ee
Clara is a bright, merry child, and to
look at her in the day-time, you would
never imagine how she dreads the dark.
Phillip awoke restless one night, feverish
andtretful. Clarahad broughtsome cooling
medicine for him, of which her aunt had
taken charge. Clara thought he wanted a
dose badly. But how was she possibly
to get it? To go down those lonely stairs,
and across the dark, silent passages at
dead of night, was not to be thought of.




IN THE DAxkn. , 131

But. Phillie became so much worse that
at last Clara braced herself to go, wrapped
Phillip in a shawl and took him with
her. Safely down the stairs at last!
Auntie’s room was nearly reached, when,


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A DISTINCT THUD. WAS HEARD.”
IN THE DARK. 133

in the moonlight, just in front of her,
with widely extended arms, Clara saw
an awtiul headless figure. With a wild
antic siiiels she jell 40 the srounde:
Well, Auntie’s candle showed that it was
only ‘Uncle’s old dressing-gown hanging
_ froma peg on the wall! Thearms outspread
for it had been washed, and Auntie had
not been satisfied that it was perfectly
dry. Phillie had his dose, and a cooling
lotion for the cruel bump on his forehead
received in the fall as well.

The three boys had heard the noise
in the night and they had remained awake
till daylight, fancying all kinds of things,
and not daring to venture out of the room
and it was not until morning dawned,
and they had fully dressed themselves,
that they ventured into the old corridor
and then they scared for their lives into
uncle’s bed room. ae: did laugh.


134. A GOOD TURN. -
ys {aoop | |) URN,

‘Tommy stood hatless, and his tears were
falling fast. Sarah Jones ran to him.

“What is the matter, little boy? Can
I help you?” she said. |












































A GOOD TURN. 135

“The wind has blown my hat into the
water,” sobbed Tommy.

“Never mind, little boy; perhaps I can
get it back for you. Il try,” said Sarah,
cheerfully, — :

In a few minutes Sarah. had caught
sight of the lost hat. She persevered
and soon she had rescued it, little the
worse for its bath.

“Thank you,” said Tommy. His face
was now radiant.

With a kindly smile and a “nod to
Tommy, Sarah Jones hastened on her way.










136 OUR HAPPY HOME.

Pur JLAPPY PLOME. :
f ;
. Ow the evening of her
return from Brighton,
Pattie met with a warm
I, welcome from all her broth-
ail f= ers. They had missed her

wee s so much that they were
== delighted to have her back
again. Mr. Thorne was detained in town
on business, Mrs. Thorne was in bed with
a cold, so Pattie and the boys had a
merry, comfortable tea all to themselves.
. “Well, this is something like a decent
cup of tea,” said Percy, stirring his with
_ such vigorous satisfaction that it is to
be hoped the spoon was durable; “we've
had nothing but half-cold, wishy-washy
stuff since you went, Pattie.”

“ An exaggeration for the sake of saying
something polite,” said Pattie. |

“Upon my honour, it’snoexaggeration,
replied Percy; “it’s the very mildest form
in which the fact could possibly be stated.





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I appeal to the present company as wit-
nesses—hasn't the tea been bad lately?”
“Awful!” cried George. oe
_ “Below even workhouse fare,” added
Walter: “Oh! it was such fun, Pattie.
We were all down late last Sunday
moming. the govermor, and ma, and
Betsy, and everybody, and just as the
kettle was got to boil, lo and behold!
the key or the tea caddy | ‘could not be
found. We searched high and low for
it, and at last Betsy fished it up out of

the coal- -SCOOp.)

“Tt’s very easy to lose a key out of
one's pocket,” said Pattie. .

“So, in a great hurry and flurry mother
went to. work, pouring in the hot water,
putting on the cosy, and scolding us all
the time it was brewing.”

“Or supposed to be,” corrected Rene,

“Why did mother scold your

“Qh, because we were not shedding
tears of sympathy with her; we were
grinning at one another, you know. And
George took advantage of the dilemma
OUR HAPPY HOME. 139

to tuck in an extra quantity of bread
and butter; he was so hungry he could
not wait for tea.” oe

“Libelsareungentlemanly,’ said George.

“Well, Pattie, what do you think?
Mother began solemnly pouring out the
tea, when, to her amazement and dismay,
the liquid was perfectly colourless, as
clear as crystal.”

“She had forgotten to put the tea in,”
said Pattie, smiling. —
“TI thought I should have died with
laughing,” said George, ‘‘and even father
was forced to screw up his lips for fear
he should burst out; and the next
minute he said to mother: ‘When is
Pattie coming home?’ .SZe did not under-
stand him, fortunately, but we knew that
he was like us, and wanted our good
little tea-maker back again.” —

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140 THE: FLOWERS’ MESSAGE:



- Hoe and Gertie had
- helped Aunt Kate gather and
wm pack her weekly hamper

‘of sweet blossoms for the

hs ‘“S. flower mission. Aunt Kate

voor iar" sent it off in good time,

i the children sat in the shady

arbour, and wondered where their flowers

would go.

In town the heat was stifling han aielby:

“l-can't stand it, mate,’ said Will
Newstead. ‘“Blest if I don’t go round
to the ‘Blue Lion’ for a bit. “Tis enough
to drive a man silly.”

Mrs. Newstead’s heart sank. There
was a good deal. at the “Blue Lion,’
besides the heat, to drive a man silly,
she knew only too well.

But her timid remonstrances seemed
only to irritate her husband, and make
him more determined, 7

“Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! see what Pve
got from the cuss
LHE FLOWERS’ MESSAGE, / DAT



THE Cliwc..uN SAT IN THE SHADY ARBOUR.


‘142 THE FLOWERS’ MESSAGE.

Jack and Bessie came out. from under
the table eager to see, too. |
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“Whats that Daddy?”

“That’s a wild rose.”
“And that? Oh, don’ fit smell prime!”
THE FLOWERS: MOG 143

“That’s honeysuckle. Bless you, child,
ain't you never seen none? The hedges
was chock full of it, round by where
your mother used to ive.”

How many memories the scent of the
sweet flowers seemed to awaken! Memories
of past day when pallid Mrs. Newstead was
a happy, rosy-cheeked oe lass. Her
husband looked at her now.

Will Newstead did not go to “the Blue
Lion” that night. He went to his work
next morning, and kept on at it so
perseveringly that, before very long, he
was able to leave the squalid London
alley and take his wife and children to
-a pretty village home.

_ Dora, and Gertic faa known the
result of the flowers’ message how glad
they would have been!








144 A VISIT TU. BRIGHTON.
vs Visi 10 /RECETION.
7

Samm) “Ir is so nice here, that I am 8
| I shall not want to go home again,”
said Pattie. :

Certainly the view upon which
Pattie’s eyes rested at that minute
was tempting enough to warrant such
z a speech. The broad expanse of
7 ocean lay outstretched before. her.
=A Its deep blue waters. reflected the
glories of the sunny sky, the brilliant surface just relieved
| by a white fringe of foam, and also by the white-sailed
pleasure-boats that here and there dotted the sparkling
waters.

A carriage occasionally rolled ee or some children
went by on donkeys; but the cliff was not thronged -
as usual, for most visitors preferred resting, like Pattie,
in the middle of the day, on account of the heat. An
old fisherman lounged against the opposite railing, on
which his net was ce leisurely smoking his ae.
and talking to a short, stout woman, with a basket
of shrimps on her arm. They looked quite picturesque,
and Pattie wished she was sufficiently clever with -her |
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Basy was fretful. He was tired,
and it was such a hot day. Bertie
did not mind the heat a bit. He
ran in gaily when school | “was,
over and caught up his bat to
go and play cricket with the
© boys. Bertie is eager to play
well, and means to be captain of
_ his ap some day. _
“Bertie! Bertie!” cried Baby.
FE So glad to. see. his brother come.
“Bertie! ee ea a, sad voice, as he saw him
going away.

Bertie ran a little way,. ae ed ‘Baby laa been
very ill a few weeks ago. So ill that the doctor did
not think he would live. Bertie was thinking of this.
He remembered how troubled he had been. about’ it.
How sorry because he had not always been kind. :

“J would have done anything for Baby then,” he
thought. “Why not now, when he is well?” Bertie
put his bat away and gave up cricket for that day.

He took baby to a nice shady seat in the garden,
and showed him pretty pictures till the little fellow was
as happy as could be.






KIND BERTIE: 444

“Baby loves Bertie! Bertie, good Kitty!” said Baby;
when his pussie jumped up for a share in the fun.
_ “Bertie loves dear Baby!” said his brother. “No,
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GOACHING,
“DO LET MEI". 149:

1“Do let me!” coaxed Kitty.
“Do let me drive; Joe! Pease’
Joe had taken an old box into.
the meadow. He had fastened
two lone pieces of braid to the stump
of a tree for reins, and there he was,
with Kitty for a passenger, driving a —
_stage-coach to his heart’s content. How
tiresome that Kitty wouldn’t be content
with her part, but wanted to drive, and
spoil everything!

You must let me be coachman,” said
Joe, “women don't ever drive | eee
coaches, Kitty.”

“But I isv’Za woman! I’se only Kitty.”
pleaded the little girl, her rosy face all
glowing with eager confidence that dear
brother Joe would let her have her wish.
Nor was she disappointed. :

‘Here, takethereins,’’ hesaid unselfishly.
“We'll play you are coachman, and, Ill
be guard, It will be just as much fun,” )





150. ETHEL'S VISIT.

So it was. : Kitty was delighted, and
Joe was pleased in pleasing her. Far from
the game being spoiled, it went more
merrily than ever, as the children took it |
inturns to be coachman, guard, passenger,
even highwayman, when Joe grew very
enterprising, and, when they. ran home
happily together, it would have been hard
to say who had enjoyed the afternoon most.





i “T pon’T want to go out, it'is

so cold! Mamma never ‘takes
sme out except on mice days,”
, remonstrated Ethel, when Aunt
we Maria began to wrap her up
warmly, to take her out, on a certainly
very. uninviting-looking afternoon. Ethel
was on a short visit to her aunt. — y
“JT must go this afternoon, Ethel. I
have heard of some very poor people
who badly need help.” So Ethel had to
. ETHEL'S VISIT. - Est

submit, and did it with a very bad grace:
Grumbling, Poubine: and shivering all the

time. -

‘What a scene when Aunt Maria opened
a garret door and entered. — ,
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a pillow. a sad little itl in an old night-
gown, watching the child. No furniture,

no food.



~ “Things looked very sifievene when a
bright’ fire was made, when a kindly
| neighbour brought food, and got clothes
152 NAUGHTY TEMPER.

and bedding out of pawn, under Aunt
Maria’s directions. 7 ;

“The mother has work, she have. Got
it only this very day. And high time
too, poor creature! But I never knew
things was as bad.as this, ma’am. They
were such quiet folk, and kept their-
selves to theirselves.” Going home Ethel
neither shivered, pouted, nor grumbled.

Perhaps she had learned that some
little girls have worse troubles than being
obliged to do what they don’t exactly
like sometimes. 7

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Va Werr says she will “never, never
Phe maughty asain, Oh how
-Inmany times Weff has said _ this;
== but her little temper will rise.
Weff is growing older; let us hope she.
will soon conquer her little faults so that
they may not grow up to be big faults.
NAUGHTY TEMPER. 153

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154 “ NETTAS TASK, /

: Nerras |) ASK. ,

“No, Netta!” said mother. But.

mem Netta begged hard. There
TE | was only the poetry left to.
» learn, and the drawing-room
was so pleasant! Netta had
= = her way, though strongly
=~ advised that the schoolroem
was the proper place for study. For
some time Netta kept her attention strictly
on her book. Then it began to wander.
What a pretty room the drawing-room
was! How nice the garden looked after
the shower! Ha! There was a stray cat
beginning to scratch in a flower border!
Netta opened the glass doors, ran to
drive it away. Thought, while she was
out, she would just see how her own
garden looked. And then—? Well, her
book lay face downwards on the drawing-
room floor. | A ae

“Netta! Netta! Your father and I are
going to the Crystal Palace Fireworks.




| NETTA'S TASK. | 655

Bring me your poetry. If you have
learned it nicely, you shall go with us.”

Alas, poor Netta! Her lessons had
been very carelessly learned lately and
this proved no exception. Netta had



plenty of time, during her lonely evening,
to learn that poetry thoroughly. Time
also to reflect that there is a time and
place for everything, and that what is
worth doing at all 1s worth doing well.
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Gleams a radiant butterfly.
“Quick! the net! Oh, no, ‘tis
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O’er Dick’s head it flutters
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Brightly glowing. fairy wings
Charm Dick’s upturned eager
eyes:—
Heedless, tripping o’ erthe stones,
On the ground he prostrato
lies.
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7 JASPER, AND SNOWFLAKE,



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Lae" of his big sailor hat, and

ane ae ae aad Aunt Eliza was leaving :

- home and was greatly perturbed in mind
as to what she should do with her white

Persian cat. She begged Dick’s mother

to take charge of it: --You must be
careful, Dick, not to let Jasper out of his
cage while Snowflake is here,” cautioned

Mamma.

Dick believed Jasper to be perfectly safe
inhiscage. Snowflake thought differently.
To be sure it was far beyond her, but
Snowflake blinked her eyes meditatively
and believed an opportunity would come.
It came! In sweeping out the room,
the housemaid accidentally left a high-
_ backed ene immediately beneath Jasper S
cage.

Quick as thought Snowflake leapt on
158 JASPER AND SNOWFLAKE.

the chair back. A spring, and she had
the cage. The nail gave way, letting
down cat, cage and bird, with a crash.
Jasper fluttered frantically to escape Snow-
flake’s cruel, busy claws. Suddenly the





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Jasper was out. Out of the open window
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Dick searched everywhere, calling his
pet, but all in-vain. “Dick: lives’ by the




JASPER AND SNOWFLAKE. 159

sea. His father’s garden runs down to
the shore, and Dick climbs over: the
_ boundary ‘wall whenever he likes.

“Mother!” he cried one day, about a
week later; “Z/ease lend me your opera-
glasses! ‘There is a bird flying about
the rocks, and I do believe it is Jasper!,”

Mother was doubtful, but let him
take them. =~

Holding the glasses to his eyes, ick .
stood watching. No sign of Jasper! But
what is this? A soft musical chirrup,
and. Jasper himself flies up to his old
place on Dick’s shoulder. How delighted
Dick was!

Mother, let Jasper’s cage be safely
ree la the staple lot. |

- Dick’s father’s house is not a small
one, by any means, but both Dick and.
his mother were of opinion that, so far.
_as Jasper and Snowflake were concerned
it was. 5 not large enough for two!
1

160 Q THE ACEIDENT.

(|) HE prcctpenr,

In a moment the window
i flew wide open, and Grace
fell out head frst. Welt
|screamed and sprang to
R N startled exclamation from
=“ two gentlemen who had



been smoking close by, and, looking out,

saw Captain Langley pick up Grace and
carry her into his room. What should
she do now?

Would the captain reo Grace ee
gether? Would she never see the dear
old dolly again?

“What were you and Grace Hone at
the window?” asked Aunt Abigail.

“T was only talking,” said Weff, “I
was telling Grace and Edith Amy all
THE ACCIDENT. iG

about the poor little black ttc in
Australia.”

“T don’t think Captain Langley will
want to keep Grace,” says Aunt Abigail,
‘| have no doubt he will send her home
later on.” ‘This is cheering, and Weft’s
face brightens.

“T wouldn’t mind Luding Ga. fo
Captain Langley,” she says; “he might
give her a ride in the wheelbarrow if
he liked, like Tom Barrow did _ this
morning. But I should not like him to
keep her at all.”

“T do not at all think he would wish
to do so,” is the reply. ‘What are you
going to do now, Weff? Climb up here
and cuddle the wowly?” But Weff
shakes her curly head decidedly. “No,”
she says; “I think I will go back to the
playroom and put Edith Amy to bed.
I lefted her lying on the floor.”

Before Edith Amy was quite tucked.
i64 . THE ACCIDENT.

up to Weff’s satisfaction, all alone by
herself on the playroom shelf, in the red
shawl and the white one, Grace was
sent back. Burr brought her with his

master’s compliments, and Weff pounced
on the dear old doll with a cry of delight.
No, she was not so very much hurt after
all! The grass on to which she had fallen
was soft. Her one blue eye, to be sure,
was jerked from its socket, and, with
the other, rattled about loosely in her
head. But this was all.



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164 SUMMER HOLIDAYS.
PUMMER plouipays

“WE haven't guite finished all
the tea, Auntie! Did you go to
Kingswood Road? Were they
very glad? So come and
WAN, sitdown!” shouted Rupert,
Nee 2 gleefully, when he saw
: +" Aunt Laura returning
from distributing some tickets. Tickets.
enabling some children, in a very poor
and densely-crowded neighbourhood hard
by, to enjoy a whole fortnight in the
country. Kupert pitied these poor chil-
dren a good deal. It must be horrid, he
thought, to live in a miserable little
house, with nowhere to play out-of-doors
but a nasty, dirty, dusty road.
Claude nestled up close to Auntie.
_ Claude always does that. |
Alice lay on the grass, and Myra took ©
a hassock. : 7
“Tell us all about it!” she said. And
Auntie told a story pathetic even in its




SUMMER HOLIDAYS. 165

gladness. That two short weeks of flowers
and sunshine—of country sights .and
sounds—should mean so much in cramped
and ue little lives! |
Myra knows the
names of a good many
of the little ones in
“Auntie’s — district.”
“Bertha Murray?”
she asked, “you took
Bertha’s ticket, didn’t
* you, Auntie?”
‘Bertha asked me
to alter the name on
lit,” said Auntie.
“Oh! What for?”
“Have I told you
of Mrs. Gibson? The poor widow who
gains her living by shoe-binding, and lives
in one room in the same house with the
Murrays? Willie Gibson is slightly crippled
and very sickly.
“Tl had a ticket for him, and Bertha
asked me to alter hers, so ‘that it would
do for Mary Gibson instead. Little Willy







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166 SUMMER HOLIDAYS.

is always fretting after Mary, and Bertha _

was sure he would not be happy, even in
the country, if he went alone.”

“Oh, Auntie! And Bertha gave up her
own holiday for him! You will give Bertha
another ticket, won’t you?” — oe

“T have promised to take you all to
Worthing next week. I am not made of
money,” said Aunt Laura, smiling.

Aunt Laura isn’t. But it is wondertul
what she makes her money do in the
way of giving happiness to other
people. :

The sunset. The evening shadows
gathered while the children played in their

beautiful garden. Rupert was notin his ©

usual spirits. .The thought of crowded,
noisy, ill-savoured Kingswood Road would
- obtrude itself, with the remembrance of
the unselfish little girl who had given up
her own pleasure for the sake of others. |
Some earnest talk went on among the
children, and this was the result of it:—

“ Auntie,” said Rupert, his face very
red, and the words coming in queer jerks,
SUMMER HOLIDAYS. 167

“if you don’t take us to Worthing, could
you give Bertha a ticket?”

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“Yes! anda great many besides,” was
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168 FOR THE ASKING,

“Then, please, we think we'd rather
that you should.” .

They thought it, and they meant it
and kept to it, though Auntie gave them _
a whole day to think it over. And when
they saw Bertha and the other children
to whom they had given a holiday, start-
ing off, with Willy and Mary happy for
their treat, they did not regret it in the
least. | a |

i. OR THE. XSKING.

“On if youplease!”’ said Rupert,
eagerly. “Will you please let
me have some shavings, Mr.
Rogers? We are going to
~ make such a splendid guy.

Father has given us such a jolly old coat,
and we haven't anything to stuff him with.”
“IT suppose you mean the guy, not your —
father!” saidthecarpenterlaughing. ‘“Shav-
ings? Yes! I'll lend you a sack, and you
may take as many as you've a mind to.”



FOR THE ASKING, 169

Rupert gave a jump for joy. “I knew
you would,” he said, “but oe Downes
said it was no use ask’ ng

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Downes had had the manners to ask civil
70 QUEER CRICKET.

for a taste of my red apples last summer, |
don’t say he shouldn’t have had it. Any-.
way he wouldn’t have had the thrashing
I gave him when I caught him up my
tree. Honesty is the best policy, and
civility cost nothing. You may tell him
fiat fom me if you like
Rupert did tell Jim, and when Jim saw
the three big sacks of shavings, so kindly
given, he felt more ashamed of himself
than he had since the day carpenter
Rogers caught him in the apple-tree.

: QUEER (RICKET,
“Bow . straight, Mabel!” shouted Ber-
‘tram, while Puss crouched in the long grass ©
ready to run after the ball as soon as it
should be thrown.

“OQ Bert!” cried Mab, “you mustn't
make my dolly into a wicket; | cant
frow at dear Lucie’s head!"

“Vou don’t row at all at cricket,
you dJowl/” said Bert, firmly. “Now,
QUEER CRICKET. : 7

Mabel, don’t be silly! Aim straight, and
see fe run. oe

Mab threw the ball. Not very straight.
It was a soft ball and would not have
hurt Lucie much even if it had struck
her. Mab took good care it did not.
Bert hit it with his bat and made a run

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in fine style. But when he turned to
run back to where the wicket had been,
Lucie was gone. —

Mab had snatched her up out of danger,
and was running away with her as fast
as her fat legs could go. Puss had the
172 “JUST TO SHOW.

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‘. JUST TO SHOW. — 173

ball, and was having fine fun with it,
rolling over and over.
Bert sat down on the grass and laughed.
“So much for cricket with a girl!” he
said. “Ill get my kite, and wait for
cricket till Fred and Charlie come to play
with me.” oo

Just TO How.

ale my letter written well enough,
| do you think?” asked Myra.

“Grannie was so kind as to send
#c'me that lovely desk, and I have
tried to write my very best, just
to show how very pleased I am.’’
oa Auntie read the letter carefully,

= and approved it. Quite worthy
of the new desk, she declared it to be, ~
and Myra ran away happily to the post.
Myra was quite right. She had taken the
very best way possible of showing Grannie
how pleased she was with her kind present.




174. CATCHING THE THIEF.

feaTCHING | THE a

We cole t find Grannie’s gold
eas anywhere! Vooked, and
sl so did George and Arthur. Even
I little Charlie helped. :
s. - We gave them up at last, and
“"'feaw sat down on the stairs to rest.
= Arthur's raven came by. He
= looked at us, and we all looked
at each other. Arthur had only had Ralph
a week, but of course we all know how
ravens do hide things.

“Drop your thimble, Beryl,’ ' said George.
“Pretend you have lost it.”

It rolled away round the corner of the
stairs, and we took no notice. Presently
Ralph had it. Off he flew to the stable loft.

The boys followed him. I thought my
thimble was gone, but they brought it —
back to me, and Grannie’s spectacles as


CATCHING THE THIEF. 175

well. Ralph had hidden them, with a lot
of other things, in an old mouse-trap.

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his hoard was found!
eo FREEING OF BIRDS.
Ns OF PIRDS.

“VEs, to-day is the day!
Do you see our birds? I
cary the tree Behind us
comes another party: You
can see their tree, but not
their birds, they are too far
off for that. We are all going
along way. Right away from
the village, and then we shall
let the birds fly. Do you say
itis a strange thing to do? Come with
us, and when you see how happy they
are, as their tiny wings carry them gaily
up, up, up, into the sweet fresh air and
sunshine, I think you will be glad to see
their joy!” ,


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SWE ARE ALL GOING A LONG WAY.”
ANXIOUS PUSS. .

JAnxious i USS. |

“Puss is jealous, I declare,
See her, silly, sit.’ a
“No, dear Lil! Her loving Care,
Fears you'll hurt her kit...



Hear its tiny, piteous mew,
let it run and play,”

“So I will. Here Puss—miew!
Let us all be gay.’-

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Pike LIFTLE PEBBLES 1s

ls pirtie y EBBLES

%s “Ler us sit down on this
w” g?\ green bank and listen to the
==.' Stream as it runs warbling
“m- at our feet. What do you
think it says, Emma?” “It
seems to say. How peaceful!
how peaceful! What do you
think it says, Maud?” “I think it says,
Little pebbles in my bosom, I am singing
you a song; little pebbles in my bosom
do you hear my song? I am sure, Emma,
these must be very happy little pebbles,
always lying at the bottom of the stream
where no naughty boys can take them
to throw at the poor little birds; don’t
you think they are, Emma?’ ~ They
-are very snug, Maud, but happy they
cannot be, because they have no feeling.”
“Oh! I wish they had, Emma, they would
be so glad to know how nicely they lie
at the bottom of the stream and how
sweetly it sings to them all the day long.”


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~ PARTINGS: ae 181

j ARTINGS.



Mama was going away
for the sake of her health.
The doctor said it was her
only chance of setting well.
Father would go with her.
{Her day in Australia would
have to be a long one so

“ae ‘lthe house and everything
were to be sold off and the children
were to live with Auntie. That sad days
the last few days in the old home!

Ron would go to the stable there to
wipe his eyes on Prince Charlie’s mane
and sob to his heart’s content. The
children were all trying their very best
to be brave and not, by any show of
grief, that they could help, to add to
their parents’ trouble. They all found
it a very great relief to get away some-
where sometimes, and have a good cry,
and get it over. : |

But two. years later when mamma



182 TOM’ S OPINION.

came back, quite well and strong and
happy, and Father too, looking like his
old self. The children were well com-
pensated for all their sadness. |

OMS Dprnton,



I LIKED to be admired, of course.
And when the man stucka large
blue ticket with “First Prize”
against the bars of my cage,
why I felt as any cat might
be expected to feel under the |
circumstances.
The cushion provided for me was com-
_fortable,so were my quarters on the whole,
though I should have liked it better if the
ladies hadn’t perpetually poked me about, —
and teased me with their admiration. One.
gets tired even of “Hat after a time!

The journey in the hamper, too, was
not at all pleasant.

How glad I was to get home again!






TOM'S OPINION. Ss

“Lucky Puss!” laughed my dear mis-
tress, putting down some milk for me.
‘So you have seen the world, and gained
all the admiration you deserved! | wonder

what Tom thought of it all, mamma!”







I lapped the milk in silence. I am

only acat, but, in my opinion, tenderness
from those that really love one, 1s worth
far more than the admiration of all the
whole wide world!

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184 HARE AND HOUNDS.
o AND jiounps.

ay LLARE AND Hounps! The
scent is warm, but the
brook runs ide and deep.

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|) Onward! over! cry the
lads, “jump it well, that _

bank is steep!~. .



~ Safely over! all but Ben, on
a rounded stone he slips,

Splashes in, then scrambles out, wet,
cold, blue, with quivering lips.

When the memy chase is 0 er, home to
supper stream the boys,

Jostling, racing, full of fun - Hark their
shouts, and hear their noise! :

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RACING, FULL OF FUN.”






186 CHRISTMAS MORNING.

(Curistmas Mornine,

li very easy for big people
to be Santa Claus, but it’s
not so easy for little ones!
« Little people have to go
|= to bed so early that they —
haven't a chance of putting |
things in stockings after people
ate asleep, =
I'd made mother a lovely needle-book,
and Sybil had worked a bookmarker for
father. Nurse showed us how. So, early
on Christmas morning, we crept, and
crept, ever so softly, so as not to wake
anybody, and put them on mother’s
dressing-table. Couldn’t put them in the
stockings, ‘cause there wasn’t any hung
up. We jumped into bed again, when,
all of a sudden, the bells began to ring.
Oh, lovely! We sat and listened, |


CHRISTMAS MORNING... | MinS7

“Children! children!” mother called,
“cover yourselves up. You'll catch cold.”

‘Merry Christmas, mother!” cried Sybil.
‘Have you found your presents? Daisy
and me was Santa Claus!” |



: Weert Sybil a goose! Who could fancy
it was the real Santa Claus after thatr
But when father and mother kissed us
for our presents, they said Christmas
fairies had brought them all the same.

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DICK LOVES STORIES.
DICKS LESSON. Hae

Pick S Lesson,

“Tuy laughed at me! They said
that D stands for dunce,—Duncey-
r Dick! I won’t go to school ‘any
|, more!” said the little boy, stamping
{his foot. “School is horrid! I hate it!”

“Then Dick would be a dunce
indeed!” said Maisie. “Let’s go and
hide, right down at the bottom of
the garden! [Il take my new pic-
ture book,” and here, on the top of
the chicken-house, Dick was soon charmed out of his
temper. “I like your pictures,” said he, “but I wish
there were no letters. Nasty things!” “Then there would
be no pretty stories to tell what ae pictures are about.”
Dick loves stories; he looked thoughtful.

“Wouldn’t it be fun if we were to come up here every
day, and pick the letters out of my book and learn them!”
said Maisie. “Wouldn’t everybody be surprised! They
couldn’t laugh at you in school then. But you must
keep it secret, Dick!”

Ene me Dick thought it, and the secret was kept
till all the letters were jearne How the children stared
when Dick went right through, from A to Z and back

again, without a mistake.


196 LYDIA’S DREAM.

“T like school,” he said to Maisie as they went home,
“J mean to learn ever such a lot, and when I’m grown
up PIl buy you a gold watch and a whistle because you
are so kind to me.”




LypIAs Dream
fe VY

“C,00D morning!”
Ly ae turned her head sleepily.
“Good morning !”’ |
A little old man, carrying a fir-tree,
stood near her bed.
“Father Christmas!” she cried.
‘“Um-m!” was the response. “Suppose
we say Santa Claus, Saint Nicholas, the
LYDIA’S DREAM. tot

patron saint of children. Good children,
Of course! , i |

“Saint Nicholas! Is that your name?”

“You ought to know it, at your age,”
observed the saint reproachfully. ‘I’m
afraid you are not fond of study.”

“T hate it!” owned Lydia frankly.
“Needlework?” , :

> romad!” oe
Are you obedient, patient, sood-
tempered, obliging?” :

Lydia blushed. 2

“Worse and. worse!”” groaned Santa
Claus. “You mzght be a dull child, and
yet a good one. Are you affectionate?
That's everything!” |

Lydia sat upright. “Other people can
tell you!” Saint Nicholas was gone! She
lay down again laughing. What a funny
dream!
But she lay thinking too. Lydia zs a
loving child, and, since that winter
morning, affection has helped her to con-
quer many faults. |
192 | A NARROW. ESCAPE

fs Narrow 7 FUSCAPE.

A Brave young explorer was once crossing
a rough log bridge over a deep ravine, in
« one of the thick forests of Northern Africa,
& when a panther suddenly darted out of the
~ woods on the opposite side and disputed
his progress. The traveller all at once
-remembered. that his rifle was not loaded.
What was he to do? The panther crept
to within a few feet of the explorer, and
suddenly stopped, glaring angrily at him,
* and so close that he could almost feel the
creature’s hot breath. It was a difficult
matter to balance himself, and to load his rifle i in the
present position seemed impossible. The panther on his
part seemed to realize that a leap on to his prey meant certain
death to himself. The traveller and panther each remained
in this position for some time. Darkness was. fast set-
ting in, and our young traveller was growing giddy and
sick. Retreat meant death. T here was nothing for it
but to risk the fall down the fearful ravine. Clutching
his rifles he happily succeeded -in loading it, and
presenting it to the head of the brute, fired. A shriek.
from the monster as it disappeared in the darkness of


A NARROW ESCAPE, 93

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194 UNG RATERUL BILLY...

the ravine told the explorer that his shot had taken
effect. With a thankful heart the traveller hastened to —
rejoin the caravan, which he reached in safety.



LUncr ATE EU peg

“Vust what you like! Isn’t it?” said May,
as she took nice bits from her apron and
held them for Billy to eat. “When you’ve
Bee cee youll play with me? Won't
your” ee o.
Mother had said, “Keep away from
the goat; he is a rough fellow, and I
PLAYING HORSES. 495

am alee he will ae you, Pa May
forgot all about this, and let Billy come
nearer and nearer.

When May’s apron was empty, he
lowered his head, and butted her pen
into a muddy pool.
~ “Oh! Oh!” sobbed May, as she scram-
bled out, all wet and miserable. “Billy
is rough and unkind! | wish ! had minded
what mother said!”

LAYING JLORSES.

Att round the green, up ae anc.
and as far as the church, raced Ted and
Bert. Bert the horse, Ted the driver.
Coming back Bert fell ‘heavily j in the road.
‘Whoa there! Steady old horse! What’s
the matter?” cried Ted.

“Tt’s that bothering heel of mine,” said
Bert, oat rubbing his knee. “I saw the clip was
nearly off, but I wouldn’t wait to change my shoes.”
“Come along!” cried Ted. “Let’s go to the forge!
Bell ts a jolly man, and it will be just-like a rea/ ee ul




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“THAT THERE HORSE OF YOURS IS A BIT RESTIVE.”
LOST SALLY. | 197

Bell entered into the fun with a will. He gave Ted
a small nail, and let him try to drive it into Bert’s
shoe. Then he laughed and said: “I think you had
better let me do that. I mostly does the shoeing, and
it seems to me that there horse of yours is:a bit restive.”

“Flow much do you charge?” asked Ted, when the

clip was securely fastened, “I’ve only five marbles and
four chocolates in my pocket, but we might pretend
they are money.” | : )
_ Bell laughed again. “I won’t charge you anything,”
he said, “and PIl give you a bit of advice into the
bargain. Many a good horse has been lamed through
something wrong with a shoe, and don’t you never
start off’ nowhere till youve made sure everything is
safe, and you are quite ready.” 7

Lost PALLY,
Say had been told to stay on the
beach while nurse went to buy her a
bun. But instead of this, she ran into
the street to find nurse and lost her
way. ‘Iwo crossing sweepers were out-
side the railway station. ,

“What is the matter?” they asked.
“Where do you live? What is your
: name?” 2 '

“I'm lost!” she sobbed, “I am Sally, and I live at
home with mamma.” | |


198 a LOST SALE.

“Don’t cry!” said one of the boys, “Wait till this
’ere train’s in, the gents always gives us coppers: Then
Joe and me we'll take you to tother station.”

“What station? Where?” asked Sally.

“Police Station, 0” course,” said the boy, “That's
where lost kids goes to.” | | : -

Sally stared. She had thought that only very wicked
people found their way there. But these boys seemed
to think it all right, so she cheered up. - :

“Let me help you,” she said, and began to shove
the mid, | 5 | eee

“Good gracious, Sally!” :

One of the passengers by the train was Sally’s papa.
He gave the kind sweepers sixpence each, and took
Sally away safely home. . - : ee


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EX-CAPTAIN TOM BUNCE,
Bee THE CRIB.

| HE fa.

‘Tuerr is a good deal of jealousy
between the two principal schools
in Nunford—the High School and
Marley College. Marley College
looks down upon the High School,
and. the boys there don’t think
== much of the College fellows. Last
summer the College challenged
the High School to a cricket match.
“Well give those fellows as
neat a licking as they ever had,” cried Tom Bunce,
captain of the High School eleven; and he worked
with a will, getting his team together, and practising
himself morning, noon, and night.

The match was xed for a Wednesday half- “holiday,
but when school was dismissed the master told Tom
to keep his seat.

“What's up?” asked the re

“Cribbing, of course,” cried Charlie West. “I knew
Bunce wasn’t allowing himself time to do his lessons.
Old Pilcher has bowled him out. I shall be captain
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LOO STRONG. got

Tom, and we shall have to take in a youngster to
make up our number.”

It was too true! To save ae as he thought.
Tom had copied his lesson. The long, lonely afternoon’
in the schoolroom had taught him something. Tom
learnt that straight paths are the best, and that crooked
ways lead to trouble. This one had led him to the
loss of a happy half-holiday, and, what he felt far
more—the High School lost the match!



J 00 )TRONG,

Whuo has not heard of the wonderful
and beautiful Falls of Niagara! For many
202 TOO STRONG.

miles above the Falls the river runs gently
enough, and may be navigated in safety.
But, as one approaches the Fall, the
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mighty, foaming torrent, sweeping every-
thing upon its bosom helplessly onward,
to be dashed over the Falls. Sad stories
are told of careless, or too venturesome
travellers, who, attempting to cross too
NEVER. 203

close to_the rapids, have been swept
away. Surely this river gives us a strik-
- ing picture, in the gradual increase of
the strength of its current, of the gradual
Micredse, Ol ine streneth of Zao. Wet
no evil habit be persisted in until it
becomes too strong to be controlled.
Let not sin have the dominion over you!

| Never,

A warp lesson, but it must be conquered! Head on
one hand, the other thrust deep into his pocket, Ned
stares at the book. Over
and over again he reads
the difficult page. “There
is no ‘give up’ in Ned!”
his father says, and the boy
IS wise. E

Without patient, perse- 3
vering effort, nothing worth @&
doing can be done, and the
great men who have made
a mark in the world, leaving
“footprints on the sands of
_ time,” were just the very men
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