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_ Watching another little cat.
“You're not bad-looking,”
} Pussy said,
Neyate Salli Ik eleva y auelnnmxs oie Invezol
. Moule winskers earcat@on SiOntuelm sce.
Your tail not what it ought to be;
Your eyes, though green,
have not the tone _
Which so distinguishes my own.”
As Pussy spoke, she smiled with pride.
Une Ibs on nS -Ogner Sic
Smiled too, just as our
Puss had done,
Which angered the vain little one.
She flew upon her with her claws,
And fought and scratched without a pause,
Till over went the mirror—bang!
Away in fright our Pussy sprang.
Her mother, who was seated near,
Sere, “Wem i los - eahelnietner:
Pussy dear ;
That cat you thought so
o fierce and wild, i es
“Was just yourself, gue
_ you silly child.”












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Mind Your Yoes!



@he Inguisifive Goose.

tee 66 (YO-ME day you'll get into trouble,” said

hu f® Be" yh the old goose solemnly. ‘You're the

Sif, yh i most inquisitive gosling that J ever hatched.
MA Why couldn’t you leave the goat alone?”

-“T only wanted to see—” began the
gosling meekly, but the Mother Goose inter-
rupted her.

“You only wanted to see!” she said scornfully; ‘it’s

always that. However, you had a good fright when Billy ~
ran at you, and I hope it will be a lesson to you.”
i But it wasn't, for as the gosling grew, her curiosity
seemed to increase, and by the time she was a full-grown
goose, there was not such an inquisitive goose in the whole
farmyard as she was. She was always getting into trouble,
but nothing seemed to cure her. :

One day Johnnie and little Dick happened to ride
through the goose pond; the children’s feet were bare, and
Dick’s little pink toes took her fancy. ‘I wonder what
they are made of,’ she thought, and pecked at them just
HOmsSeG:

Dick screamed with fright,
and Johnnie gave Miss Goosie
a cut with his switch, which
’ soon made her fly off screaming.

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offended with her that they «4 eb
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“And now he will be afraid of all of us,” said one old
goose angrily. “Why couldn't you leave his toes alone?”

“T only wanted——”

“Oli sie aiictmrdo leas screamedut Nemigcese anil) eam Doty
“We don’t want to know what you wanted.”

One day, Goosie saw Dick. and his two sisters looking
over the garden wall. ‘I wonder what they're looking at,”
she thought; ‘‘I must try and see.” But just as she was
squeezing herself through the garden gate, the children saw
her and drove her back into the yard. However, she was
determined she would find out, and so when the ducks and
geese were shut up for the night, she hid herself away, and,
when all was. still, came waddling out to see what there
was on the other side of the wall. But before she reached
the garden gate she saw a dreadful creature with two fiery
eyes, gazing at her hungrily. It was Mr. Reynard out for
an evening stroll. .

“Oh! oh! oh!” cackled Goosie, as. loudly as she could.
“Oh! what shall I do?”

Me wotheiseacese shcard ahem and toolesmp tie cy, sald.



out came the farmer to see what all the noise was about,
and Mr. Reynard soon made off.

Dear ime l) Susy has lett one of the seese out,” “said
armen eres rand he. shtit=the poor arichtened: Dird uj cin
tie: pen, ands very clad “she was to: be" there: |

After that she made up her mind never to be inquisi-
tive again, and, what is more, she never was.













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Fido.

gON’T forget Fido;
Give him a share.
Poor, patient doggie,

a Sitting up there.




Although he can’t speak,
He says to you,

With his pleading eyes:
pe alil
. “And if you were I,
And I were you,

I'd give you some cake,
And biscuits too.



“TI share your troubles,
I share your joys;
Doggies like good things

As well as boys.

“So please remember,
Oh! master dear,
A hungry doggie
ISM Si chincee ip netic.





Firm Friends.



Mollie and Cowslip.

Vea came to help her Mother pare the apples.

_ It was very pleasant work: she just stood at Mother's
knee, and every now and then a piece of apple was popped
into her mouth.

“Give Cowslip a piece, Mother,” she said. Cowslip
was a pretty little red-and-white calf, and a great favourite
of hers..

“She doesn’t care for apples,” said Mother, “but you.
shall have a basin of milk for her. See, the apples are
finished and here is a last piece for yourself; and now
come into the dairy and erence smile 2 AVollies pute her
piece of apple on the bench and followed her Mother. When
she returned Cowslip was still there, but the apple was gone.

“Oh! you.greedy little calf!” said Mollie; “you must
have eaten it. I’ve a good mind not to give you the milk.”

But she did, and very glad she was afterwards, for
| Cowslip hadn’t stolen it
at all. Mollie caught ©
Sigiit Ol dueckqnt hes tate
jackdaw, finishing the last
morsel.

“Poor Cowslip!” she
allan iieesOnhnyaetesaiG
you were greedy. Will .
VOU IOL@Ve smile? ©

Veo wenoore mee.
answered the calf, which
Meanie eS rc cars = alarn
sure I will.”







Paring the Apples.





aid Bunny, “What is that I sce,

just there, behind that leafy tree?’
“Just where,” said Squirrel Bushytail,
And dropped his nut down, turning pale.

Yhen from his bough he saw, you know,
The sight that frightened Bunny so;_
Said he, “you're not afraid of that—

It's nothing to be frightened at!

“I know them, they are friends of mince,
They often, when the weather's fine,
Come here and picnic-’neath a tree,

And share its nice ripe nuts with me.

“Don't run away or be afraid—
It’s just a little barefoot maid,
She won't hurt you and me, I know,

She loves her little sister so.”
@. B





My Little Sister.

(from a Painting by Phil Morris, AR.A., in the possession of
I. Pennington, Esq.)



Billy Waddle.

WANT to go out and see the world,”
said Billy Waddle.

“See the world indeed!” laughed
his Father. “You'd soon be quacking
for your Mother again.” .

“T shouldn't,” replied Billy rudely.

“If you speak to me like that,”

replied Vir Drake “ll peck your

- “Don’t be too severe, dear,” said
Billys Mamma; ‘‘remember he’s very
young.” And she fondled the naughty duckling gently with
‘her bill, But if you'll believe me, this made Billy more
angry than ever. He didn’t like to be told he was very
young, and he made up his mind to run away the next day.

It was rather a difficult thing to manage, for his Mother
hardly ever let him out of her sight; but at last came a
moment when her’ back was turned. Then off waddled Billy
into the garden. A
big empty flower-pot
was standing near.
HSilby plOOKked at site acd
wonder what’s inside,”
thought he.

He hopped on to
a little heap of weeds,
then upon a small
flower-pot, and finally
on to the edge of the
big one.











“Quack, quack!” came his Father's voice from the other
side of the garden gate, and the sound so startled Billy
that over he went, head first, into the big flower-pot. What
was he to do? It was much too deep for him to be able
to hop out, and his Mother was on the wrong side of the
gate and couldn’t help him. Fortunately the gardener came
to fetch the pot, and found him. .

“Oh! my darling Billy,” said his Mother, “what a fright
you gave me! Promise me that you'll never, never run away
again.”

Billy promised, but after supper he was as perky as
ever, and before he went to bed his Father very nearly did
peck him, which so scared Billy that he behaved better in
future, and soon became an obedient and polite little duckling.








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©be Runaway Goat.

ny ae is dull always being chained up here,’ grumbled the
goat, tugging angrily at his chain. It was old and
rusty, and broke in two. Away he ran, as fast as he could
scamper, into the cornfield.

“Shoo, shoo!” cried the reapers, chasing him away..

Then he went into the garden, but the gardener drove
him out with a stick. He ran into the poultry-yard, and
the turkey-cock flew at him; then into the dairy, and Molly
flung a pail of water at him.

“Poor old goat!” said little Mary. ‘You didn’t mean
LOmCCE IM Ommmischici wail snes MDL ml Meat eslernnucteenenin
you up again.”

And the goat was really quite glad to be in his own
field again. “It may be dull, he thought, “but at least

I'm at peace, and there's no one to scold me for getting
into mischief.”





Feeding the Goats.



Ghree Tiiffle Rifs.

il HREE little naughty kits were we,
ny Tom) Elutiytaly and 1;

a And very dreadful things we did

ul _ In days long, long gone by.

We went into the dairy once,
Knocked down a big’ cream dish;
th, © Then to the nursery scampered off
- And teased the poor goldfish.



We next into the garden ran,
Rolled on a daisy bed.

“Oh dear! what naughty kits you are!”
Our little mistress said.

We hadn’t meant to be so bad—
We didn’t think, you see;

But we were punished all the same,
And got no milk for tea.

But things have altered
much since then,
Those days have long gone by. ,
We're three wise,
grown-up pussies now,
Meal onme ances uence










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Frisk and the Geese.

66 OW, wow, wow!” barked Frisk, and danced round

and round with delight. He only wanted a game,
but the geese didn't understand such behaviour, and were
very angry indeed. They cackled and _ hissed, but, Frisk
thought it rare fun, till at last three of them turned on
him and chased him out of the poultry-yard and across
the meadow. Poor Frisk! he was frightened; and when at
length they gave up the chase, he lay down in the stable,
panting and exhausted, and told his troubles to Sam, the
donkey, who was most sympathetic and gave him some good
advice about teasing poultry of any kind, geese in particular.
Later on in the day, Sam happened to meet Mother Goose,
who complained with indignation of Frisk’s rudeness.



“He's only a puppy,” said Sam apologetically.

“He's old enough to know better,” snapped Mrs. Goose.

“We are all apt to make mistakes,” replied “Samy, “1
can remember the time when you stole a bone from Prince,
mistress’s lap-dog. You were only a very young gosling then,
and Prince would have bitten you, but Frisk’s mamma was
near and wouldn’t let. Prince touch you.”
. Mrs. Goose made no reply, but she thought a great
deal all the same, and the next time she saw Frisk, she
cackled to him in a friendly tone, when the doggie, who had
learned a lesson, wagged his tail most politely. And so, in
the end, he and the geese became excellent friends.







Quacky.

ON’T go near it, Quacky dear. J wouldn't if

I were you. It might hurt you.”

“Stuff and nonsense!” replied Quacky; ‘‘it’s
-.. only a bird like ourselves. I shall go and speak
“to it.” And he did, but the bird answered never
a word to all the questions he put to it.

“Silly thing!” said Quacky, as he paddled away in
disgust. Quacky always said things he didn’t quite under-
stand were silly.

“Tt is you who are silly,’ said the wise old hen, who
was Quacky’s Mamma, and who was standing on the brink
of the pond clucking to her ducklings to come out of the
water. “Of course, that thing isn’t a bird. Whoever saw
a bird with one wing larger than the other? And now come
out of the water, for it’s time you were all tucked up in
bed. What pleasure you children can find paddling about
all day in a nasty damp pond, J can’t think. None of my |

other broods ever behaved so.”

Most of the little ducks followed
their Mother obediently to their coop,

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all but Quacky. He paddled away right to the other end
of the pond, where he could see a beautiful large swan.
Quacky didn’t know it was a swan, because he had never
seen one before. He swam right up to it in the boldest
manner and stared at it with his bright black eyes. What-
sever could’ at; be? Ele didnt know, and so as ustaly he
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he was to have a lesson.

“How. dare you call me a silly thing?” hissed the swan
angrily. “Go back to your Mother at once, you naughty
duckling.” And flapping his broad wings, he drove poor
frightened Quacky back to the bank again, when he was only
too glad to creep tremblingly under his Mother’s wing.

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Trusty and
His Friends.

Oe Trusty and his friends
one day
Disputed as to who
Was the most useful in the yard,
And the. best work could do.



l cuard. the house: at mightye: sarc. he;
woriendasColice aminds esther sicepe
Ands Spot che seatches: alla thes ratc:
But Fluff does naught but sleep.

“And yet, wee Fluff his mistress loves,
Is faithful, loving, true;

fe Sanots nismtault there 1s: nO work
Por little saute sto do:

/ Rerhapseswe- all-in
different ways
Serve our good master well;
But who is first
or who is best
Indeed I cannot tell.”







































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































Trusty and Fluff.



The Pef Isamb. ,

ee Mary Morrison and her brother e i

Donald lived on a farm, far up amongst ee I
the Highland hills. Mary had many queer
pets—a tame jackdaw, two little white pigs
with curly tails, and a dear old donkey, whose
duty it was to carry Mary and Donald all
the way to school every morning.

You would have thought these were enough pets for
such a tiny little maid; but one day Mary’s Father took
her and Donald to the hillside with him, and there she saw
a dear wee lamb, who had lost its mother. Poor little

thing! it was bleating so sadly that Mary
begged her Father to let her take it homie
and try to comfort it.

So the children put the little creature
into an old perambulator, and then they
~ Wheeled it home to the farm. It was soon
as great a pet as Neddy and the pigs, and grew so tame
that it would even follow Mary upstairs, though this Mother
did not quite approve of.

Perhaps you will think that the other favourites were
a little jealous of this new friend; but you will be glad to
hear they were not.

Maybe they knew that the little lamb
had no one else to be kind to it, and
so were quite willing that it should have
a place in their mistress’s warm, loving,
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Mary’s Pet Lamb.





Grannies Surprise.

RENT they sweet,
Ralph? How I

wish I could afford to buy
them! Dear little things!
see how they push their
wee noses close up to the
bars, just as though they
“knew. I loved them and
would like to give mea kiss.”
It was market day, and Ralph and Daisy had driven
into town with their Mother and Father to do some shopping,

-and° the little girl’s fancy had been greatly taken by a hutch

full of rabbits. But it was no use; Daisy had only sixpence,
and though Ralph generously turned out both pockets and
offered to go shares, he only :Sucéeéded.’ in making up the
sum to tenpence-halfpenny. So very reluctantly the children
turned away; but Daisy could not forget those dear little
bunnies, and all the way home she was calculating how
long it would take her to save up sufficient money to buy
them, sohe-andRalpi had a) penny a) week cach, buteat
was no use réckoning on Ralph fo help her, for somehow
he never seemed able to save, and, besides, he had set his
heart on buying some guinea-pi¢s. At last she concluded that,
with the sixpence she already had, it would take her. six
months to save up enough to buy two little rabbits,

Five months passed by, and Daisy only wanted a few
more pence, when a really terrible thing happened. She and
Ralph were playing ball, when the ball went right-through.



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A Quiet Corner.







the next-door neighbour's window. It was not the first time
this had happened, for Ralph was very excitable and perhaps
a little careless: and-so.-Father said-.that;-as a punishment,
the children must pay for the broken glass themselves.

Poor Daisy! she was disappointed. Ralph offered to pay



the whole, because, as he said, it was all his fault, but his.

sister said she would pay her share and she must ce start.
saving once more.

Now, the following ey was Dalen’s birthday, and
Ralph’s was two days later, but being so. near pees both
were always kept on the same day. ~
Grandmamma, who was one of the dearest old ladies ity.
the world, had heard the story of the children’s disappoint-
ment, and determined to give them a pleasant. surprise.

When Ralph and Daisy came downstairs upon their
birthday morning they found two pretty wooden hutches,
and inside one was a family of guinea-pigs and in the other ©
the dearest little rabbits you ever saw. ge es

Wasn't that a pleasant surprise?



















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_ Watching another little cat.
“You're not bad-looking,”
} Pussy said,
Neyate Salli Ik eleva y auelnnmxs oie Invezol
. Moule winskers earcat@on SiOntuelm sce.
Your tail not what it ought to be;
Your eyes, though green,
have not the tone _
Which so distinguishes my own.”
As Pussy spoke, she smiled with pride.
Une Ibs on nS -Ogner Sic
Smiled too, just as our
Puss had done,
Which angered the vain little one.
She flew upon her with her claws,
And fought and scratched without a pause,
Till over went the mirror—bang!
Away in fright our Pussy sprang.
Her mother, who was seated near,
Sere, “Wem i los - eahelnietner:
Pussy dear ;
That cat you thought so
o fierce and wild, i es
“Was just yourself, gue
_ you silly child.”









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Mind Your Yoes!
@he Inguisifive Goose.

tee 66 (YO-ME day you'll get into trouble,” said

hu f® Be" yh the old goose solemnly. ‘You're the

Sif, yh i most inquisitive gosling that J ever hatched.
MA Why couldn’t you leave the goat alone?”

-“T only wanted to see—” began the
gosling meekly, but the Mother Goose inter-
rupted her.

“You only wanted to see!” she said scornfully; ‘it’s

always that. However, you had a good fright when Billy ~
ran at you, and I hope it will be a lesson to you.”
i But it wasn't, for as the gosling grew, her curiosity
seemed to increase, and by the time she was a full-grown
goose, there was not such an inquisitive goose in the whole
farmyard as she was. She was always getting into trouble,
but nothing seemed to cure her. :

One day Johnnie and little Dick happened to ride
through the goose pond; the children’s feet were bare, and
Dick’s little pink toes took her fancy. ‘I wonder what
they are made of,’ she thought, and pecked at them just
HOmsSeG:

Dick screamed with fright,
and Johnnie gave Miss Goosie
a cut with his switch, which
’ soon made her fly off screaming.

die Mother sgecse= were ssOun/ ee
offended with her that they «4 eb
would hardly speak to her for |=.
days, for they were all fond ~“"™*
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“And now he will be afraid of all of us,” said one old
goose angrily. “Why couldn't you leave his toes alone?”

“T only wanted——”

“Oli sie aiictmrdo leas screamedut Nemigcese anil) eam Doty
“We don’t want to know what you wanted.”

One day, Goosie saw Dick. and his two sisters looking
over the garden wall. ‘I wonder what they're looking at,”
she thought; ‘‘I must try and see.” But just as she was
squeezing herself through the garden gate, the children saw
her and drove her back into the yard. However, she was
determined she would find out, and so when the ducks and
geese were shut up for the night, she hid herself away, and,
when all was. still, came waddling out to see what there
was on the other side of the wall. But before she reached
the garden gate she saw a dreadful creature with two fiery
eyes, gazing at her hungrily. It was Mr. Reynard out for
an evening stroll. .

“Oh! oh! oh!” cackled Goosie, as. loudly as she could.
“Oh! what shall I do?”

Me wotheiseacese shcard ahem and toolesmp tie cy, sald.
out came the farmer to see what all the noise was about,
and Mr. Reynard soon made off.

Dear ime l) Susy has lett one of the seese out,” “said
armen eres rand he. shtit=the poor arichtened: Dird uj cin
tie: pen, ands very clad “she was to: be" there: |

After that she made up her mind never to be inquisi-
tive again, and, what is more, she never was.













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Fido.

gON’T forget Fido;
Give him a share.
Poor, patient doggie,

a Sitting up there.




Although he can’t speak,
He says to you,

With his pleading eyes:
pe alil
. “And if you were I,
And I were you,

I'd give you some cake,
And biscuits too.



“TI share your troubles,
I share your joys;
Doggies like good things

As well as boys.

“So please remember,
Oh! master dear,
A hungry doggie
ISM Si chincee ip netic.


Firm Friends.
Mollie and Cowslip.

Vea came to help her Mother pare the apples.

_ It was very pleasant work: she just stood at Mother's
knee, and every now and then a piece of apple was popped
into her mouth.

“Give Cowslip a piece, Mother,” she said. Cowslip
was a pretty little red-and-white calf, and a great favourite
of hers..

“She doesn’t care for apples,” said Mother, “but you.
shall have a basin of milk for her. See, the apples are
finished and here is a last piece for yourself; and now
come into the dairy and erence smile 2 AVollies pute her
piece of apple on the bench and followed her Mother. When
she returned Cowslip was still there, but the apple was gone.

“Oh! you.greedy little calf!” said Mollie; “you must
have eaten it. I’ve a good mind not to give you the milk.”

But she did, and very glad she was afterwards, for
| Cowslip hadn’t stolen it
at all. Mollie caught ©
Sigiit Ol dueckqnt hes tate
jackdaw, finishing the last
morsel.

“Poor Cowslip!” she
allan iieesOnhnyaetesaiG
you were greedy. Will .
VOU IOL@Ve smile? ©

Veo wenoore mee.
answered the calf, which
Meanie eS rc cars = alarn
sure I will.”




Paring the Apples.


aid Bunny, “What is that I sce,

just there, behind that leafy tree?’
“Just where,” said Squirrel Bushytail,
And dropped his nut down, turning pale.

Yhen from his bough he saw, you know,
The sight that frightened Bunny so;_
Said he, “you're not afraid of that—

It's nothing to be frightened at!

“I know them, they are friends of mince,
They often, when the weather's fine,
Come here and picnic-’neath a tree,

And share its nice ripe nuts with me.

“Don't run away or be afraid—
It’s just a little barefoot maid,
She won't hurt you and me, I know,

She loves her little sister so.”
@. B


My Little Sister.

(from a Painting by Phil Morris, AR.A., in the possession of
I. Pennington, Esq.)
Billy Waddle.

WANT to go out and see the world,”
said Billy Waddle.

“See the world indeed!” laughed
his Father. “You'd soon be quacking
for your Mother again.” .

“T shouldn't,” replied Billy rudely.

“If you speak to me like that,”

replied Vir Drake “ll peck your

- “Don’t be too severe, dear,” said
Billys Mamma; ‘‘remember he’s very
young.” And she fondled the naughty duckling gently with
‘her bill, But if you'll believe me, this made Billy more
angry than ever. He didn’t like to be told he was very
young, and he made up his mind to run away the next day.

It was rather a difficult thing to manage, for his Mother
hardly ever let him out of her sight; but at last came a
moment when her’ back was turned. Then off waddled Billy
into the garden. A
big empty flower-pot
was standing near.
HSilby plOOKked at site acd
wonder what’s inside,”
thought he.

He hopped on to
a little heap of weeds,
then upon a small
flower-pot, and finally
on to the edge of the
big one.








“Quack, quack!” came his Father's voice from the other
side of the garden gate, and the sound so startled Billy
that over he went, head first, into the big flower-pot. What
was he to do? It was much too deep for him to be able
to hop out, and his Mother was on the wrong side of the
gate and couldn’t help him. Fortunately the gardener came
to fetch the pot, and found him. .

“Oh! my darling Billy,” said his Mother, “what a fright
you gave me! Promise me that you'll never, never run away
again.”

Billy promised, but after supper he was as perky as
ever, and before he went to bed his Father very nearly did
peck him, which so scared Billy that he behaved better in
future, and soon became an obedient and polite little duckling.





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goat, tugging angrily at his chain. It was old and
rusty, and broke in two. Away he ran, as fast as he could
scamper, into the cornfield.

“Shoo, shoo!” cried the reapers, chasing him away..

Then he went into the garden, but the gardener drove
him out with a stick. He ran into the poultry-yard, and
the turkey-cock flew at him; then into the dairy, and Molly
flung a pail of water at him.

“Poor old goat!” said little Mary. ‘You didn’t mean
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And the goat was really quite glad to be in his own
field again. “It may be dull, he thought, “but at least

I'm at peace, and there's no one to scold me for getting
into mischief.”


Feeding the Goats.
Ghree Tiiffle Rifs.

il HREE little naughty kits were we,
ny Tom) Elutiytaly and 1;

a And very dreadful things we did

ul _ In days long, long gone by.

We went into the dairy once,
Knocked down a big’ cream dish;
th, © Then to the nursery scampered off
- And teased the poor goldfish.



We next into the garden ran,
Rolled on a daisy bed.

“Oh dear! what naughty kits you are!”
Our little mistress said.

We hadn’t meant to be so bad—
We didn’t think, you see;

But we were punished all the same,
And got no milk for tea.

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much since then,
Those days have long gone by. ,
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Frisk and the Geese.

66 OW, wow, wow!” barked Frisk, and danced round

and round with delight. He only wanted a game,
but the geese didn't understand such behaviour, and were
very angry indeed. They cackled and _ hissed, but, Frisk
thought it rare fun, till at last three of them turned on
him and chased him out of the poultry-yard and across
the meadow. Poor Frisk! he was frightened; and when at
length they gave up the chase, he lay down in the stable,
panting and exhausted, and told his troubles to Sam, the
donkey, who was most sympathetic and gave him some good
advice about teasing poultry of any kind, geese in particular.
Later on in the day, Sam happened to meet Mother Goose,
who complained with indignation of Frisk’s rudeness.
“He's only a puppy,” said Sam apologetically.

“He's old enough to know better,” snapped Mrs. Goose.

“We are all apt to make mistakes,” replied “Samy, “1
can remember the time when you stole a bone from Prince,
mistress’s lap-dog. You were only a very young gosling then,
and Prince would have bitten you, but Frisk’s mamma was
near and wouldn’t let. Prince touch you.”
. Mrs. Goose made no reply, but she thought a great
deal all the same, and the next time she saw Frisk, she
cackled to him in a friendly tone, when the doggie, who had
learned a lesson, wagged his tail most politely. And so, in
the end, he and the geese became excellent friends.




Quacky.

ON’T go near it, Quacky dear. J wouldn't if

I were you. It might hurt you.”

“Stuff and nonsense!” replied Quacky; ‘‘it’s
-.. only a bird like ourselves. I shall go and speak
“to it.” And he did, but the bird answered never
a word to all the questions he put to it.

“Silly thing!” said Quacky, as he paddled away in
disgust. Quacky always said things he didn’t quite under-
stand were silly.

“Tt is you who are silly,’ said the wise old hen, who
was Quacky’s Mamma, and who was standing on the brink
of the pond clucking to her ducklings to come out of the
water. “Of course, that thing isn’t a bird. Whoever saw
a bird with one wing larger than the other? And now come
out of the water, for it’s time you were all tucked up in
bed. What pleasure you children can find paddling about
all day in a nasty damp pond, J can’t think. None of my |

other broods ever behaved so.”

Most of the little ducks followed
their Mother obediently to their coop,

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all but Quacky. He paddled away right to the other end
of the pond, where he could see a beautiful large swan.
Quacky didn’t know it was a swan, because he had never
seen one before. He swam right up to it in the boldest
manner and stared at it with his bright black eyes. What-
sever could’ at; be? Ele didnt know, and so as ustaly he
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he was to have a lesson.

“How. dare you call me a silly thing?” hissed the swan
angrily. “Go back to your Mother at once, you naughty
duckling.” And flapping his broad wings, he drove poor
frightened Quacky back to the bank again, when he was only
too glad to creep tremblingly under his Mother’s wing.

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Trusty and
His Friends.

Oe Trusty and his friends
one day
Disputed as to who
Was the most useful in the yard,
And the. best work could do.



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Is faithful, loving, true;

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Por little saute sto do:

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Serve our good master well;
But who is first
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Trusty and Fluff.
The Pef Isamb. ,

ee Mary Morrison and her brother e i

Donald lived on a farm, far up amongst ee I
the Highland hills. Mary had many queer
pets—a tame jackdaw, two little white pigs
with curly tails, and a dear old donkey, whose
duty it was to carry Mary and Donald all
the way to school every morning.

You would have thought these were enough pets for
such a tiny little maid; but one day Mary’s Father took
her and Donald to the hillside with him, and there she saw
a dear wee lamb, who had lost its mother. Poor little

thing! it was bleating so sadly that Mary
begged her Father to let her take it homie
and try to comfort it.

So the children put the little creature
into an old perambulator, and then they
~ Wheeled it home to the farm. It was soon
as great a pet as Neddy and the pigs, and grew so tame
that it would even follow Mary upstairs, though this Mother
did not quite approve of.

Perhaps you will think that the other favourites were
a little jealous of this new friend; but you will be glad to
hear they were not.

Maybe they knew that the little lamb
had no one else to be kind to it, and
so were quite willing that it should have
a place in their mistress’s warm, loving,
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Mary’s Pet Lamb.


Grannies Surprise.

RENT they sweet,
Ralph? How I

wish I could afford to buy
them! Dear little things!
see how they push their
wee noses close up to the
bars, just as though they
“knew. I loved them and
would like to give mea kiss.”
It was market day, and Ralph and Daisy had driven
into town with their Mother and Father to do some shopping,

-and° the little girl’s fancy had been greatly taken by a hutch

full of rabbits. But it was no use; Daisy had only sixpence,
and though Ralph generously turned out both pockets and
offered to go shares, he only :Sucéeéded.’ in making up the
sum to tenpence-halfpenny. So very reluctantly the children
turned away; but Daisy could not forget those dear little
bunnies, and all the way home she was calculating how
long it would take her to save up sufficient money to buy
them, sohe-andRalpi had a) penny a) week cach, buteat
was no use réckoning on Ralph fo help her, for somehow
he never seemed able to save, and, besides, he had set his
heart on buying some guinea-pi¢s. At last she concluded that,
with the sixpence she already had, it would take her. six
months to save up enough to buy two little rabbits,

Five months passed by, and Daisy only wanted a few
more pence, when a really terrible thing happened. She and
Ralph were playing ball, when the ball went right-through.
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A Quiet Corner.




the next-door neighbour's window. It was not the first time
this had happened, for Ralph was very excitable and perhaps
a little careless: and-so.-Father said-.that;-as a punishment,
the children must pay for the broken glass themselves.

Poor Daisy! she was disappointed. Ralph offered to pay



the whole, because, as he said, it was all his fault, but his.

sister said she would pay her share and she must ce start.
saving once more.

Now, the following ey was Dalen’s birthday, and
Ralph’s was two days later, but being so. near pees both
were always kept on the same day. ~
Grandmamma, who was one of the dearest old ladies ity.
the world, had heard the story of the children’s disappoint-
ment, and determined to give them a pleasant. surprise.

When Ralph and Daisy came downstairs upon their
birthday morning they found two pretty wooden hutches,
and inside one was a family of guinea-pigs and in the other ©
the dearest little rabbits you ever saw. ge es

Wasn't that a pleasant surprise?