Title Page
 Table of Contents
 List of Illustrations
 Willie and his little horse
 An adventure on the hills
 The golden harp
 The fox
 The dolls' ball
 Tommy's troubles
 Keeper's lessons
 The two cats
 Back Cover

Title: More fun for our little friends
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Title: More fun for our little friends
Physical Description: Book
Language: English
Creator: Gillies, Mary d. 1870 ( Author, Primary )
Wehnert, Edward H. ( Illustrator )
Sampson Low, Son, and Marston ( Publisher )
R. Clay, Son, and Taylor ( Printer )
Publisher: Sampson Low, Son, and Marston
Place of Publication: London
Manufacturer: R. Clay, Son, and Taylor
Publication Date: 1864
Abstract: Willie and his little horse -- An adventure on the Hilis -- The golden harp -- The fox -- The dolls' ball -- Tommy's troubles -- Keeper's lessons -- The two cats.
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Table of Contents
        Cover 1
        Page 1
        Page 2
    Title Page
        Page 3
        Page 4
        Page 5
        Page 6
    Table of Contents
        Page 7
    List of Illustrations
        Page 8
    Willie and his little horse
        Page 9
        Page 10
        Page 11
        Page 12
        Page 13
        Page 14
        Page 15
        Page 16
        Page 17
        Page 18
        Page 19
        Page 20
        Page 21
    An adventure on the hills
        Page 22
        Page 23
        Page 24
        Page 25
        Page 26
        Page 27
        Page 28
        Page 29
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    The golden harp
        Page 35
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        Page 37
        Page 38
        Page 39
    The fox
        Page 40
        Page 41
        Page 42
        Page 43
    The dolls' ball
        Page 44
        Page 45
        Page 46
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        Page 48
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        Page 50
        Page 51
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        Page 56
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    Tommy's troubles
        Page 58
        Page 59
        Page 60
        Page 61
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        Page 63
        Page 64
        Page 65
        Page 66
        Page 67
        Page 68
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    Keeper's lessons
        Page 70
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    The two cats
        Page 82
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    Back Cover
        Page 97
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Do you remember GREAT FUN with Mr. and Mrs. Taffy,
some riotous Boys that made a disturbance in Lucy's quiet
home, a kind Bear that carried a little Girl on his back, and
a few more such people? If you do, I hope you will like to
have MORE FUN with some new acquaintances that I am going
to introduce to you, and that they will help you to enjoy
your Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.




THE GOLDEN HARP . . .. .. ..... .. . .
THEFOX ......... . ........... .
THE DOLLB BALL.. . . . . .
TOMMY'S TROUBLES .. . ...... . . . .
KEEPER'S LEI8ONS .. ........ ... ... .
THE TWO CATS ...... .. . ... .... U


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BOBART ALAN TH UMBLLA . . . . . . . . 7

JOHNNY ID ON . . . . . . . . . 7

THB CA5 IN THE LARDmB .. . . . . . . . 8


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AT the end of a quiet village stood a pretty white house, with
a porch to it all covered with vines. Willie lived there with his
papa and mamma, and his kind old Uncle Timothy.
Willie went to school morning and afternoon, but before
breakfast he had time jo play. He had a little horse that was
quite a friend. It was a pretty grey horse, on a green stand
with wheels, and had a bright red saddle and bridle; and the
horse's name was Jack. Every morning Willie rubbed him down,
gave him hay and water, and took him out to exercise. When
Willie came back from school, he had time to play again. Then,
if only Uncle Timothy was not busy and would play with him,
they had all manner of games together. Sometimes Jack was a
pack horse, and carried hampers and parcels to people; then
Willie was the baker, and rode with a basket to the house;
and so on.
One day Uncle Timothy thought of quite a new game. He
was to be the doctor and to ride out on Jaok-to see his patient
and at every house where he stopped Willie was to be the servant
to held the horse.
Willie ran to the drawing.room to ask his mamma if dbe
would lie o. the sofa and be a jek lady that wanted the doctor.
She said she would; so he made haste back to Unole Timotqhy
and whispered:


"I am a boy now sent to fetch the doctor."
Then he touched his hair and said:
"If you please, sir, Mrs. Mamma is ill, and wants you
Uncle Timothy mounted and trotted off. Jack moved easily
with a little touch of the hands, and soon got to the drawing-
room door, which was the gate, where the doctor rang. Willie
had gone in before, and was ready to let him in, hold the horse,
and walk him up and down while the doctor talked to the
sick lady.
The doctor came out soon and mounted again; and now he
rode out into the garden, and trotted along the gravel-walk to
see Mrs. Jones. Then he crossed the grass-plot to call on Mrs.
Richards; and next, all along the shady path to the kitchen
garden, to see the grocer's children, who were ill with the measles.
The caulifower bed was the grocer's. At every place the servant
was there to hold the horse.
From the grocer's he trotted home. His study was home,
and now Willie was the shop-boy.
"After you have put up the horse carefully, boy," said the
doctor, "you must make up the medicines., Mrs. Mamma is to
have four bottles of senna tea; Mrs. Jones is to have twenty
pills. You must make a black dose for Mrs. Richards, and six
rhubarb powders for the grocer's children."
"Very well, sir," said Willie. And he led Jack in to his
stable, which was under the nursery table, against the wall; but
as it was time for school, he had to wait till he came back
to begin.
When he came back he went to the arbour, because there
was a table there; and besides, he thought he should find some
dry leaves for senn. He began picking them off the gravel-
walk, and scraped up some gravel with them. It looked so like


rhubarb, that he was quite pleased. If his mamma would give
him some pieces of paper, he could fold them up for powder for
the grocer's children, with some rhubarb in each. Then thee
were the pills. He must go to the pond for some clay, and roll
it into little balls; and if he could get an empty pill-box, that
would do nicely. He had not made up his mind how to make
the black dose yet.
He had to go in to his mamma, who gave him all he wanted.
As he was going out again he noticed Jack, looking, as he thought,
very dull under the table, so he pulled him out and said: "Come
along, old fellow, into the field with me, for I must go to the
pond." So they set off together up the path in the field between
the two rows of long grass waving in the summer wind.
The path led straight to the pond, and by the pond was an
empty duck-house. It was made for the ducks, but they had
all strayed away, so it was of no use now.
"This shall be a stable," thought Willie. "It is very hot for
Jack under the table now, and there is plenty of water in the
pond for making the pills and the other medicine too."
He fastened the bridle to a nail in the side of the new stable,
gathered some soft grass and rubbed Jack down, whistling through
his teeth all the time, as Jacob the old coachman did. Then he
got some long, dry-looking stalks for straw, and strewed them on
the floor for a bed, and led Jack into his stall. After this he
picked some grass for hay, and laid it before him. He wanted to
give Jack water next, so he had to run in for his little pail.
Sally called after him that tea was nearly ready as he went back
to the pond. He tried very much not to wet his shoes when he
dipped his pail in, because Sally would be angry; but he could
not help it.
"How I wish Jack could stoop his head to drink," he thought,
as he held the pail under his nose. Well, we must make believe;


that is all we can do, Jack. Good night; I must leave the pills
till to-morrow now, for tea is ready."
In the morning Willie ran off directly he was dressed to look
after Jack. There he stood, safe and well.
"I shall let you feed on the short grass by the pond all
day, old fellow," said he, after he had rubbed Jack down. Come
along, you will like the fresh grass, and I shall lead you to
water in the pond first. How I wish you could stoop your head
to drink, Jack."
"I think we might manage that," said a voice.
Willie started, and Jack fell flat on his side, for they had no
idea any one was near; but there sat Uncle Timothy, on the roots
of an old oak.
Oh, Uncle Timothy," cried Willie, running to him, I never
saw you How could we manage it ? "
"Leave him with me for an hour or two, and you shall see."
Willie put his hand in Uncle Timothy's, and walked home with
him, leading Jack by the bridle; and when he went to school,
he saw Uncle Timothy carrying Jack gravely up to his study.
Willie ran straight up the moment he came from school, and
threw open the door, crying, Have yoj dpne it, Uncle Timothy?"
Uncle Timothy did not answer, but held the pail under
Jack's nose, stroked down his forehead, and said, So ho, Jack "
and Jack stooped his head till his nose dipped into the water.
Willie gave a shout of joy, and held the pail himself till he
thought Jack had had enough; but when he took it away, Jack
did not raise his head as he ought.
"What are we to do, if he cannot raise his head now, Uncle
Timothy?" asked Willie.
Uncle Timothy put a hand on each side of Jack's head, and
saying, "That will do, old fellow," gave a little stroke upwards,
and Jack raised his head again.


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Willie himself tried and made Jack do it quite well, ad
went on, first saying, So ho, Jack and stroking the forehead
down; then, "That will do, old fellow and stroking up; and
then he saw that Uncle Timothy had put a hinge in very neatly.
Is the medicine ready ? asked Uncle. Timothy, suddenly.
Oh no, sir," answered Willie; "it is not."
"That will never do," said Uncle Timothy. "Go and finish
it, and you may ride to the patients with it on Jack."
Willie set off again to the arbour with Jack, taking an empty
bottle that Sally had given him to make a black dose in. He
half filled it with dark mould off the geranium bed, and poured
some water in out of his pail; but just as he was shaking it up,
thinking how well it looked, she called him in to dinner. After
dinner she said it was time to go to school.
"Oh dear!" said Willie, "I wish it was not. Here, Jack,
I have no time to take you to your stable; I must tie you up by
the porch; but as you can raise your head now, you may eat
the leaves."
Willio tried to think of his lessons, but he could not help
longing to be at home with his horse, and to take out those
medicines. At last, school was over, and he ran home and stopped
in the porch for Jack.
But Jack was not there.
"He is gone I" said Willie. "Oh, where can he be gone?"
Gone I said Sally. I know he was there at three o'clock,
for when the butcher boy came, his pony shied so at him, that
all the meat tumbled down."
"Oh, did the butcher's pony hurt my Jack? Is he broken?
Tell me," cried Willie, almost crying.
Sally said she did not think so, but where he was gone she
did not know. The gardener, who was raking a bed near, did
not know. Cook had seen nothing of him. Mamma did not

know anything of poor Jack either; papa was out, and there
was no one else to ask, for Uncle Timothy was gone out in the
gig, with Jacob to drive him, and .would not be back till next day.
Willie searched every room in the house; then went into the
yard; wandered up the path in the field and looked in the duck-
house; then went sadly into the garden. His medicines stood
about; but he did not care for any play now, and he was very
tired and very hot. Still, he was too restless to sit down, so he
walked away out on to the common.
As he walked, he came up with two boys who had spied a
nest in the fork of a branch, and were trying to get it down,
one mounted on the other's back. These boys might have seen
"Have you seen a horse ?" Willie began.
"Yes; the miller's old horse is feeding out there," said one.
Oh! but I mean a wooden horse on wheels ? said Willie.
The boys both laughed; but, at the noise, out popped a large
raven from the tree, close to the topmost boy's face.
"I say I" cried the boy, looking rather frightened.
Willie turned away and went home. He did not like these
boys to laugh at him, and felt sadder' than before, and all the
evening he was very dull. Next morning, when he awoke, his
first thought was, Where is poor Jack ?"
As he came home from school, the gig stopped at the gate,
and he ran on to open it, glad to see Uncle Timothy again. He
got in to drive up to the stable with him, and, as they went,
whispered, "Uncle Timothy, I have lost poor Jack."
"What a pity," replied he, "just as we had made his head
Jacob unlocked the stable. On the corn-bin stood Jack.
Willie jumped down and threw his arms round his dear friend,
with a joyous shout.






Who put him here P" he asked of Jacob.
Why, it was me, Master Willie," said Jacob. I was afraid
he would make the gig horse shy, as he did the butcher's pony;
so I locked him up and quite forgot to leave word where he was."
Willie was too happy to ask any more questions, He mounted
on Jack, and Uncle Timothy led him to th'e house, making Jack
go at such a fast gallop, that, what with the speed and what with
laughing, Willie could hardly keep on.


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IN a pretty house near one of the lakes in Cumberland lived
a family of children who were very happy. The country round
was wild and open, and the children used to row on the lake,
and ride over the heath on the shaggy mountain ponies, and
climb the hills; and so, though there was no other house near
theirs, they never felt dull.
They were left more alone than usual just now; for their
papa and mamma were gone away on a visit, leaving Laura,
the eldest sister, to take charge of the others.
One thing Laura wished to do was to teach little Alice, who
was youngest of all, her letters, to surprise mamma when she
came back; and the other children found it difficult to attend
to their own lessons, they wanted so much to hear how little
Alice was getting on.
The boys were always out long before breakfast. One fine
summer morning they had made up their minds to see the
cows milked, and after they had let Lion the dog off his chain,
they went bounding off across the fields. The dewdrops were
sparkling on the grass, the daisies had just opened in the sun,
and the lark was singing high up in the air.
"You must not take Lion to see the cows milked," cried
laura, who had just come down. "That will never do. Come
back, Lion I"
8o Lion came back, for he was very obedient, and walked
quietly by Laura's side when she went with Agnes, the next
sister, and little Alice to feed the chickens. He would never

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touch them, but lay down while Alice strewed the barley, and
the cocks and hens and little chickens came crowding round
her to get some.
Laura had to pick fresh flowers for the drawing-room now,
but as they walked away they heard Arthur and Fred calling
Lion. They were going to the hay-field; eb Laura said, "Go to
them, Lion and off he went like the wind.
Lessons came after breakfast, but an hour was allowed for
play before dinner. Arthur and Fred wanted to have a game
at horses, and had engaged Agnes to play too; but little Alice
was to stay with Laura, for they were too riotous for her.
Agnes and Arthur were soon in harness, and started for the
common in fine style. It was all Fred could do to rein in his
spirited horses.
Away they went over the short grass .and among the furse
bushes, but suddenly they were pulled up, backed, and turned
round, and galloped fast home again. Lion was forgotten. He
was soon off his chain and barking joyously at their side, and away
they went; but not to the common this time. Fred soon pulled
up, and asked his horses where they had better go.
"Let's go to the old castle on the hill," said Arthur.
"We haven't time," said Agnes.
"Oh, yes! if we run fast," said Fred; and off they went.
The hill was steep, too high and steep for horses. Fred put
the reins in his pocket and they clambered up merrily, trying
who could be first, when a lowing sound made them stop and
look about them, and they saw a whole herd of cattle that
had been feeding behind the ruined castle coming down towards
them. In front were two young bulls with their heads beat
forwards, giving low roars every now and then.
"It is Lion that enrages them," said Agnes. "We must
get him away somehow."


"I'll lead him down," said Arthur, seizing him by the collar,
"and tie him to the fence till you come."
"Go, Lion Go I cried Agnes. He obeyed, although he
would much rather have had a fight with the bulls. Arthur
soon got him out of sight.
But the bulls continued to come on, ploughing up the
ground with their horns, and roaring. They were made angry,
and, now Lion was gone, turned towards the children who were
left. They stood staring at Agnes and Freddy, half inclined to
rush upon them. It was very terrible.
"Oh! run, Agnes! let us run," whispered Freddy.
"No, no; they will rush at us if we do. Walk steadily
backwards, facing them."
She led him in this way slowly down the hill, and soon the
two bulls were quieter, and began a sort of rough game with
each other, clanging their horns together. Then they moved
on up the hill again, and were soon lost to sight over its top.
Agnes and Fred now gladly ran off as fast as they could go.
At the bottom of the hill, where they arrived panting for breath,
thoy found Arthur. He had fastened Lion by a leather strap
to a strong fence. .
"I hate to be baffled," said Arthur. "Let us go up to the
ruin now. If we leave Lion here, there's no danger."
"The bulls are sure to come again," said Agnes; "and it
was really dreadful when they stood looking at us."
"Oh, yes; we will not go," said little Freddy.
But Arthur said, again, it was only Lion's being there that
made them come, and that he should be ashamed to go home
without having been to the castle.
"Well, it is cowardly not to go," said Fred.
"I will go, if you will," said Agnes.
They had better have been satisfied with one escape, and

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they had forgotten how fast time was going. They climbed the
hill, however, got up to the ruin, went in, and began admiring
the thick old walls and the remains of the windows.
Oh, Agnes I look, look I" cried Fred, pointing down the hill.
She looked, and saw Lion rushing up to then. He had
gnawed through the strap, and was among them in a moment,
giving short barks of joy at seeing them again.
"Oh, the bulls will hear him and be back" cried Fred;
and, as 'he spoke, they were seen coming over the hill. They
came on fast, lashing their tails and tossing their heads. They
would be in the ruin in a moment The walls all round pre-
vented escape. What was to be done?
The walls were very broken. They would try if it were
possible to get up to some distance from the ground. The boys
began to climb from one block to another like cats, and held
their hands to help Agnes up. She would have thought it
impossible if she had not been so frightened; but all three
were soon out of reach of their enemies, and then they began
to order Lion up, in such commanding voices, that he obeyed
them and found a way up too. They were afraid the bulls would
gore him; and he was scarcely up before they both came in and went
roaring and roaming about. He barked and growled, and then they
looked up; but they could not reach either him or the children.
For the first ten minutes neither Agnes nor her brothers
thought of anything but joy at being safe, but they all oon
began to wonder how they were ever to get home. It was long
past the dinner-hour. They were hungry and tired; but it was
impossible to get down with the bulls standing there. By
climbing a little higher; they got to the top of one broken-
down piece of wall, and looked over the mound where th'destle
stood to the wide heath beyond. But the country was so lonely;
there was no one near to help them.


To add to their discomfort, it began to rain; and as the ruin
had no roof it beat upon them and wetted them to the skin.
The wind rose, too, and it was all they could do to keep their
footing on the narrow ledge where they stood. They had to hold
with their hands to the stones. Then it began to thunder; the
lightning flashed; and the loud peals echoed through the old
walls. Freddy burst out crying, and hid his face on Agnes's
shoulder; and Arthur said he did not expect they should go
home any more; they should be starved in this hateful place.
Agnes had many a sad thought. She was the eldest, and ought
to have known better than to go back and take her little brothers
into danger after one escape. She felt that it was folly and
rashness, not courage, to do so. When she had presence of mind to
face the bulls in the morning, that was courage; and she felt the
difference between that and the silly desire to show she was not
cowardly, which had brought her back. Laura, too! how uneasy
she must be I
The children watched the bulls, and, after a little time, hoped
they had forgotten about Lion,- and would go away. "If they
would only go," Arthur said, "we might creep softly down and
run away." But when the storm began, instead of getting rid
of their enemies, more came. The whole herd of cattle came
over the hill to take shelter in the ruin. There they were, down
below, wandering round, and crowding into sheltered corners,
tossing their heads with their great horns, pushing each other
about, and lowing, not thinking of the little prisoners up on the
wall whom, in the wind and rain, they prevented from coming
down. At last the storm was over. The cattle went out one
by one. The children began to hope again. The bulls would
go now, perhaps ? Yes, one did go out, and began cropping the
grass outside. But, just as this made them happy, they saw the
other one, the fiercest one, lie down just at the foot of their


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wall, in the only opening through which they could get out.
He might stay there for hours. It was more hopeless than ever.
They were tired, and hungry, and wet through, and cramped with
clinging, and evening was coming upon them. Freddy began
to cry again.
After a very long time, as the sun was setting, they heard
a sound. It was the cry of the herdsmen'when they drive in
the cattle.
Two men were soon seen. They walked up to the old castle,
came straight in, with a large dog, and the whole herd were soon
collected, and moving away before them. Down leaped Lion; it
was impossible to hold him. The men had to keep back their
dog, and the children to call to Lion, to prevent a fight.
One of the men looked up. "Why, how did you come to
be up there?" he asked.
They told him of their fear.
"Oh," said he, "the poor creatures would not have harmed
ye. They're young and playful, that's all. Here, let me help
you down, Miss. Never fear, now. You see they're all walking
away as quiet as lambs."
He helped Agnes down, and the boys were soon on the
ground. They were so cramped, and so tired, they could not
walk very fast home. Laura met them at the door. She had
been wandering about, looking for them. Agnes threw her
arms round her sister, saying she was very sorry for having
frightened her.
"Poor children," said Laura, "how cold and wet you are!
Come in. You shall tell me all about it, by-and-by."
How kind Laura was How glad they were to be home
again with her! As they passed the parlour, they saw tea was
set. It looked very comfortable. As they passed the drawing.
room, they heard a sound of music. They looked in, little


Alice was sitting on the music-stool, twanging the strings of the
guitar, and singing a little song of her own-
"Come home, Agnes dear;
Arthur, Freddy, come here !"

She jumped down and ran to them in joy. How nice it was
at home
Laura went up with them, and helped to put on their dry
clothes, wash hands and faces, and brush rough hair. Then
they all went down, and were soon seated happily round the
tea-table. Great piles of bread-and-butter, fresh eggs, and
strawberries, soon drove hunger away. After tea, they told all
the story of their adventures.



Two children were playing, at the root of a giant tree, in the
forest of a far distant land. They gathered the bright flowers,
and listened to the music from the camp.
The trumpets sounded, and there was a tramp of many feet,
and now the band struck up a march. The children said, "Our
father is coming to take us with him;" but the music grew
fainter at every pause; farther and farther went the tramp of
feet; then all was silence.
"Come for us I we are here I do not leave us alone in the
forest!" cried the children; but no voice answered them.
Then they cried, and stretched out their arms for help, but
no help came. And Blanche said, "What shall I do? Where
shall I find food for my little Claude? We shall die of hunger,
or the wild beasts will kill us And they fell on the ground
and cried very sorely.
But the sweetest, softest sound came out from among the
flowers, and swelled and grew sweeter and louder, and a lovely
lady with radiant eyes rose up before them. She had a crown
of stars, that lighted the dark places of the forest, and in her
hand she held a golden harp; and when she touched it all the
air was filled with music, and the children lifted up their heads
and felt comforted.
And the lady said, "Music shall help you, my children;"
and she gave the harp to Blanche and bid her strike it: and to

Claude she gave golden cymbals, and bid him keep time to the
harp. Then she rose into the air and left them.
Blanche struck the golden harp, and all the forest was full
of music, and Claude clanged his cymbals, in time. Then a
splendid tiger, with skin as soft as satin, came and took them
on his back, and carried them safely through the forest.
They went on and on, and when the birds heard the music
they brought fruits and berries to feed the children; and when
the sun grew hot, a silvery serpent glided on before, and led
them to a cool cave, where water as clear as crystal flowed into
a rocky basin, and there they rested till evening; and night and
morning came, and still the tiger carried them, and the music
swelled through the forest.
At last they came to a great precipice, where the forest ended,
and the plains, where the great city lay, began. And the tiger
stopped, for he dared not go near the dwellings of men.
But the children cried again, and said, "What will become
of us in this wild place And they struck the harp and
cymbals, and sang to the tiger, and prayed him to carry them
on. Then he took courage and leaped across; but he dared not
go farther.
Then came a sound of heavy feet through the grass, and an
elephant they had known in the camp came and knelt beside
them, and took them in his trunk and placed them on his back.
He walked on with them, but their songs of love and gratitude
went back to the tiger as he roamed back to his forest.
Their father sat in his' tent mourning for his lost children.
It was dawn, and the mists lay on the ground. As he sat,
bowed down with grief, there came a sound of music on his
ear. It was sweeter than any music he ever heard, and it
swelled and came nearer.
Then the sorrowing father rose, for hope had come into his


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heart as he heard the sweet music. He looked out into the mist.
As he looked, the sun rose and tinged it with gold, and out of
the golden mist came a large heavy form towards him. It was
the faithful elephant that had brought his children safely back
to him. He ran to them, and the elephant knelt down and let
him take them into his arms; and they.were all happy together.
So you see the beautiful fairy music had helped them out of their


IT was a fine breezy October morning, when little Eva and
her brother Herbert went out to sport and play in the fields and
woods. The wide moors were gay with purple heather, the blue-
bells danced on their fairy stalks, and the berries of the mountain-
ash, as red as coral beads, hung overhead against the deep
blue sky.
It was in the north country, and the sheaves still stood in
some of the fields. There were bright poppies and corn-flowers
here and there too. The lark sprang upward and sang. Every-
thing was joyous, and the children gathered the flowers and sang
with the lark.
But a frightful baying of hounds came on the wind, with a
rushing of horses' hoofs and blasts of the horn, and then they
saw a poor hunted fox tear across the path. His long tail dragged
in the mud, his eyes were wild with terror, and his tired feet
could hardly bear him along. The hounds were close upon him,
and after the hounds came fine gentlemen on their fleet horses.
The children were very sorry for the poor fox, and sadness seemed
to fall over everything.
He was rushing on to find a hole that he knew of, to hide in.
Oh, misery it was stopped up. He was ready to die. He fell
down a steep bank, and crept under a thorn, and there he found
another large hole. The dogs lost him and passed on. He was
saved. He lay, bathed with heat, parched with thirst, trembling
and panting all day long.
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for they thought the hounds must have torn him to piece; but
as evening came on they began to forget the sorrow, and made
wreaths for themselves of flowers and leaves. Then it was they
saw another little fox carrying her young one in her arms; and
they pitied her, and said, "Perhaps she is the wife of that poor
hunted one." You shall hear what he did when night came.

The Fox stole out at dead of night,
And he prayed to the moon that she would shine bright,
For he'd a long way to go by her light
Before he came to his den O.

The moon then brightened her silver horn,
The Fox stole through the sheaves of corn,
And long before the new day was born
Had crossed many a hill and dale O.

Splash went his feet through Inud and mire,
Dash went the dew from hazel and brier;
His ears were erect, his eyes on fire,
And the wind whistled after him 0.

The Squirrel peeped from his leafy tree,
The Owl looked out of the ivy to see,
The Grasshopper said, "He goes faster than me-
A very remarkable thing O !"

He came to the wood that covered his lair,
He trusted to find all his young ones there,
Yet he trembled like one in a fit of despair,
As he thought of their beautiful tails O.
Mr. Fox had spread supper cool and neat,
She knew what her husband loved best to eat;
She sprang to the door his step to greet:
They kept it up merrily that night 0.


ROSA and Fanny had a sister who was grown to be quite a
young lady, for she was sixteen. Her name was Clara, and the
very day she was sixteen she was asked to a ball. She had never
been at a ball before. She had a beautiful dress made to go in,
and when the evening came she went to the hairdresser's to have
her hair made as beautiful as her dress.
Rosa went with her; and while the hairdresser was brushing
and plaiting and working away very busily, she walked about
his shop, looking at everything. There was a delightful scent
in it, and there were several pretty heads of ladies, with faces
made of wax, with pink cheeks, and sweet blue or black eyes, and
such shining hair, dressed with flowers or feathers! One of
them, with a wreath of roses, round her head, seemed to Rosa
the loveliest creature she had ever seen.
Clara called her away from gazing at this lovely lady, and
Then she saw that Clara had a wreath round her head, and
looked almost as lovely as the lady. When they got home, Clara
had to dress, and she let Fanny and Rosa stay in her room all
the time. How pretty she looked in her thin white dress, looped
up with bows, and with that wreath in her hair 1 They ran to
the top of the stairs to see her go down with her cloak on, and
heard the carriage drive away with her.
It seemed very dull when they went back into her room.
Nurse wanted them to go to the nursery, but they would not.
They wandered about, touching things they ought not. Rosa
took the stopper out of a bottle and spilt some of the scent, and


Fanny spoiled the clasp of a bracelet in tying to put it om
her arm. 41L
Nurse did not know what to do. At last she thought of a A
"Suppose you give a ball," she said, "and ask your doUl
to it? "
"How nice so we will," cried BIos.
"But we ought to dress up," said Fanny.
Nurse said she would dress them up. They had on their white
frocks, for they had been in to dessert with their papa and
mamma; so when she had found some pink bows for Rosa, and
blue for Fanny, and looped up the skirts and sleeves, she thought
they looked quite fine; but they said they must have on their
cornelian necklaces: and when she had -brought the necklaces,
they wanted wreaths in their hair-it was impossible to do without
wreaths. Nurse could not think what was to be done. In. the
country she could have found plenty of flowers, but how was she
to get any in London?
While she went downstairs to try to get some flowers, they
began to prepare the dolls. Fanny's doll was much the tallest.
Her real name was Matilda, but she was always called Meg.
Fanny did not like it, but it was her papa that gave the name.
The moment he saw Matilda, he said she looked like Meg, so every
one called her so. Rosa had two dolls, Amelia and Sally. None
of them were properly dressed for a ball; indeed, Amelia had
her bonnet on; so there was a great deal to do still Rosa stood
them up in a row against the sofa, to look at them and think
what frocks they had better put on.
At that moment Nurse came in with a little basket fll of
small red and white roses. Mamma had let her have them out
of the flower-glasses in the drawing-room. How kind it was of
her I They helped to make the roses into wreaths, Noue filed
them in their hair, and now they were complete.


Rosa then began to give the dolls a dancing lesson, that
they might not disgrace themselves at the ball, but Fanny had
not done looking at herself in the glass yet. Rosa could be
partner to Amelia, and if Fanny made haste she could dance
with Meg; but who was there for Sally? A pair of boots must
be her partner, and another must be Meg's till Fanny came.
At last Fanny came, and they played at dancing lesson for
some time, and they now thought the dolls quite perfect and
ready to be dressed. Meg was to have her frock on first. It
was a pink gauze one.
Oh, Fanny," said Rosa, how nice it will be, when we
come to the real ball. I will lend you Sally for a partner, and
Matilda must have the boots. We will call the boots Charley."
But at this minute Nurse opened the door, to say it was
"Oh, no, no I" cried Rosa. "We haven't got to it yet."
"Let us stay a little longer," said Fanny.
But Nurse shook her head. Fanny slowly gathered up the
dolls' frocks, and, carrying Meg, followed Nurse. Poor little Rosa
could not help crying bitterly. She tore off her wreath, pulled
at her necklace-clasp so tight, to get it off, that she broke it,
and the beads rolled about the floor; and then seized up her
two dolls, one in each hand, and went sobbing off after Fanny.
Long after Fanny had fallen asleep in the little bed opposite
to hers, she lay awake, and thought how happy Clara must be
now, and thought of Fanny's bows and wreath that she had
helped to put on all for nothing, and of Sally's pretty frock,
that had never even been put on, and of her own wreath and
broken necklace that were lying there. Then she began to be
les sad, and she thought she was at the hairdresser's again
where she had been with Clara, and the lovely lady with the
wreath of roses put out her hand and asked her to a ball.

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Ros did not see, when she was at the hairdresse's bdfe,
that the lady had hands, but now she had. On her hands she
wore pretty white gloves, and she held in one some beautiful
flowers, just as mamma did when she went to a party.
It would be very nice to go to a ball with this lady. Ron
said she should like it, and would go if she might have her
hair dressed. She looked round to see if Clara's was done, and
if she might go now and be seated in the chair, and let the
hairdresser begin to brush and plait hers. She wanted it done
exactly like the lady's.
But when she looked round, Clara was gone. There was a
lady with very long black hair there, but not Clara, and the
hairdresser seemed changed. He looked so very odd! She
remembered she had thought he was very ugly before, but now
he was still uglier, and he had a very long nose, and peered
into the lady's hair very strangely. Then he pulled it so hard,
that Rosa was sure he must hurt the lady. She was really
afraid to let him do hers now.
Then she was troubled about her wreath. She knew that
it was broken, and even if she could have got at it again the
roses w -e too small, and not at all like the lady's.
She began wandering about the shop, to try to find some
roses, and to see if any of the wax ladies would lend her some.
They all smiled at her, and talked to her, and began walking
about with her. It did not seem at all strange that the wax
ladies should talk and move; but none of them gave her any
roses, so she tried to find the lovely lady again, to ask her
what she ,a.ould do.
She co.. t i find her anywhere. She went walking round
and round, but nowhere could she see the lady. At lat she got
to the very place whea the lady was, but instead of her, there
was Meg, so she supposed that Meg was going to the ball too.

Meg had on her pink gaue frock, but her hair was very
rough; it would never do for a ball. So Rosa thought she
must take her to the hairdresser, to have it made pretty. "I
don't think he will pull her hair so as to hurt her," said Rosa
to herself, "because she is made of china."
Ross took her up, and carried her to the hairdresser, and
he looked down at her from a great height, for he had grown
twice as tall now. Then, when Rosa tried to make Meg sit
down in the chair, she could not make her sit still. Meg
tumbled down first on one side, then on the other.
Suddenly she seemed to be at home again, and there was
Meg with her pink gauze frock on, and her hair most beautifully
curled, all in long ringlets, that stuck up from her head, and
nice party shoes. She was dancing and capering about the floor
by herself. Rosa wanted to go and dance too, but she could
not because she was in her night-gown.
She went to look for her wreath, for it seemed to her that
if she only had it on, she should be fit for the ball; but she
could not find it. When she came back into the nursery, there
was Meg still dancing about' the floor, and she had got Fanny
for a partner. But Fanny was not dancing. Meg was carrying
her about and dancing. She did hot seem too heavy for Meg
to carry. Indeed, Fanny looked quite babyish and little. It
was very strange. Nurse did not seem to think it strange at all.
There she sat at work, as if she thought it was quite natural
that Meg should dance about with Fanny in her arms.
Out came a little mouse and began to dance with them.
Then a hole came in the floor on the other side, and out came
another little mouse and danced too.
Fanny sat down and began to sing to the dancers; at least, she
opened her mouth and tried to sing; but no sound came. She
did not seem to care, but sat there quite contented; and there
sat Nurse at work, as if nothing was the matter.

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The mice began to race round and round, and Meg took
Fanny up again and twirled and twisted about with her, and
jumped very high, and tossed Fanny up and caught her again.
At last Fanny went up so high that she never came down again.
Where she went to Rosa could not think. Perhaps she was on
the top of the bed, perhaps she had flown out at the window.
There was a noise at the window that sounded like Fanny
crying. It frightened Rosa very much. Was anything the
matter with Fanny ? Perhaps she had been hurt when Meg
tossed her "up so high. Rosa tried to get to the window, but she
could only look at it, she could not go to it. She saw, however,
that Fanny was not out there, but that there was a cat mewing
and looking in.
Rosa tried to call out to the mice, "Oh, you poor little
mice, do run away for fear of the cat!" but her voice would
not come; she could only whisper. The mice had heard the mew,
however, for they ran down the holes in the floor as fast as
they could go. It was lucky, for the tail of the last had hardly
gone out of sight, when in ran the two nursery cats and began
to dance with Meg.
Now the door opened, and in came Amelia and Sally. The
ball was going to begin at last.
Sally was dressed in white, and her frock was looped up
with pink roses, and round her hair she wore a wreath of pink
roses. She looked lovely. Rosa was proud of her. Amelia was
not so well dressed. Her frock was plain and too long, but it
was a pretty blue colour, and she had a scarlet cap on her
head. She looked pretty well on the whole, but not near so well
as Sally.
Meg danced with the old cat, whose name was Vevvy. It
was short for Velvet, and this name was given to her beoaue
her coat was so soft. Sally danced with little Kittums. Now

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if Fanny would only come back, and dance with Amelia P Where
was Fanny ?
If Bosa could have put on her pretty ball dress, and had
her hair done at the hairdresser's, she could have danced with
Amelia herself; but she had not been able to find her wreath,
and here she was in her night-gown
Since Fanny never came back, the ball went on without
her. Meg and Vevvy danced a polka. Sally and Kittums came
after them. Amelia skipped about by herself. It was a beauti-
ful ball.
All the time they danced the cat at the window kept singing,
and there seemed to be several more cats there, for there was
a great deal of music. It was all lovely.
Just as Meg and Vevvy were twirling round very fast in
the polka, and Meg's ringlets were flying up in the air, a very
strange thing happened. Amelia and Kittums were close behind
at the time, but Sally had skipped quite out of sight. The
strange thing that happened was, that Fanny peeped out of the
bed curtains, to see what was going on.
When she peeped out, she'frightened Meg and Vevvy. Vevvy
tried to carry Meg off to the window, and Meg tried to call
out and to run away. But something much worse happened.
Kittums gave such a start, that she dropped Amelia down on
the floor, and began crying and looking up at Vevvy. Poor
Amelia lay there looking miserable, for her face was smashed
to pieces.
Oh, Amelia, Amelia! cried Rosa, starting up and opening
her eyes wide.
Rosa looked round quite surprised. She was in her own
little bed. It was morning. Fanny was asleep in the opposite
bed. The fire was lighted, and Vevvy and Kittums were lying
curled up on the rug. How comfortable it all looked

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But what did she see opposite to her, standing against Fanmn
bed She saw Meg, Sally, and Amelia in ball dresses. Meg
in her pink gauze; Sally in her white with pink roses; and
Amelia in the prettiest blue, not long and plain, bAt looped
up with bows, and her hair very nice and smooth, and no scarlet
cap on, and her face was not smashed I
Rosa lay down again, smiling to herself. It was all a dream
about the ball with the cats, and Nurse had dressed the dolls
ready for a real ball, and perhaps they should have one that
very day? She awoke Fanny to make her look at the dolls
now they were so pretty, and to tell her the wonderful dream.
In the evening, Nurse dressed her and Fanny again, and
made fresh wreaths for them, and mended the necklace; and
they had the ball, and enjoyed it very much indeed.


TaHM was a poor woman who lived in a cottage with her
three children-Kitty, Tommy, and baby. She had to support
them by her own hard work, for their father was dead, and
there was no one to bring home a good week's wages now.
Poor little baby was only a month old when father died.
Still, Mrs. Walter, for that was the poor woman's name,
managed to keep her children healthy and happy. She went
out to work wherever she could-sometimes to wash, sometimes
to help the servants to clean their masters' houses-and yet
her own cottage was always as clean as it could be, and her own
clothes and her children's as nice as possible.
She would not have been able to do all this if it had not
been for little Kitty. Kitty was a good little girl, and when
her mother was out at work' used to mind baby, clean up the
kitchen, do the needlework, and send Tommy off to school with
his hair brushed, and face and hands washed. Poor as his mother
was, she kept Tommy at school, for she said she would not have
him grow up a dunce. He must be a good scholar, as his father
was before him.
Tommy was not a bad boy, but he was so fond of play, that
it was often difficult to manage him; and, in his play, he was
very apt to get into mischief. Kitty often found it a hard
matter to get him off to school. One morning she could not
make him go at all.
"Now then, Tommy," she said, "the bell will begin in
five minutes."

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"I can't find my copy-book," aid Tommy.
"Don't you see it up on the shelf?"
Tommy climbed up on a table for his book, but before he
took hold of it he saw an old button by it, so he put a piece
of string through the hole of the button and began to spin it
round and round.
"Tommy, what are you about?" said Kitty.
"It is such a time since I spun a button," said Tommy.
"Only one more spin. Why, where did you get that skipping-
rope ?"
"Mrs. Todd brought it from the fair for me."
Tommy jumped off the table, ran out into the little garden
where they grew some potatoes and cabbages, and came back
with a piece of rope.
Let's have a skip," said he.
Kitty was very fond of skipping, and' could not refuse, so
they began; but before they had kept up twenty, Tommy's piece
of rope caught hold of a wooden stool, with a broken leg, tossed
it up in the air, and then brought it with such force on his
head, that it gave him a hard thump, and it was well it did
not put his eye out. He roared with the pain; a large black
bruise and a great round bump came on his forehead, and
Kitty had to run to baby and quiet him, for he was frightened
at the noise and had begun to cry. Mrs. Todd, who lived in
the next cottage, came running in to see what was the matter,
and she very kindly bathed Tommy's forehead with oold water,
and put a brown paper patch, steeped in vinegar, on the brise.
Tommy left off roaring, in time, and sat down on the floor
sobbing, but it was quite too late to go to school now. He
went out, and found some idle boys about, and played with
them instead; and when his mother came home she was very
sorry and very angry about it.

Next morning he was afraid to go to school, because he knew
he should be punished for not going yesterday, so he stopped
halfway and came home again to Kitty crying, and saying he
did not know what would become. of him; so Kitty begged and
prayed of her mother that evening to go to the master and ask
him to forgive Tommy this once, and he would not do so again.
Mrs. Walter did go to the master, who shook his head, and said
Tommy was an idle little fellow, but he would forgive him this
time; so Tommy went to school next morning in good time,
and so he did every morning for a whole week.
It happened about this time that a lady, who lived near,
wanted to let her house, so she engaged Mrs. Walter to go
there every morning, after breakfast, and stay till evening, and
show it to any one who called. At last a family took it, and
it had to be cleaned. Mrs. Walter was to have five shillings
for doing it, but she was afraid she must hire a girl to help
her, as it must be done in two days.
"I wish I could help you, mother," said Kitty.
"But you cannot be spared, my little dear," said her mother.
"Who could take care of baby ?"
"Me said Tommy.
His mother only laughed at hint at first; but he begged so
hard to be trusted, and Kitty begged so hard to go with her
mother, and help to clean the house, that at last Mrs. Walter
said she would trust Tommy, and would tell the schoolmaster
why he stayed away that day.
Tommy was very proud to be trusted. He sat at the door,
with baby on his knee, and saw his mother and Kitty go, and
was quite glad when he lost sight of them, because now he was
alone and being useful. He began to dance baby on his knee,
and baby crowed and laughed, but very soon Tommy got too
rough, and then baby began to cry.

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"Oh dear baby, don't cry," said Tommy; and he went to
the little basin of food, that his mother had left ready, and took
a spoonful, and held it to baby's mouth; but as he was not
hungry yet, he only cried worse, and fought with his hands,
and spilt the food all over his frock. Tommy was pusuled what
to do; but while he sat thinking baby left off crying, and began
to crawl about the floor. So now Tommy was happy again, and
crawled by him, and they had a great deal of fun together for
a good while, till baby knocked his head against the leg of the
table, and began to cry again.
Would you like to go into your cradle, dear?" said Tommy.
"Come along, then."
He lifted up baby, who was screaming and kicking, put him
into the cradle, and begun to rock him. Mrs. Todd, who was
hanging out clothes to dry, heard the noise, and was rather
uneasy, and came again to see what was the matter; but when
she saw Tommy rocking the cradle, she said he was a good little
boy, and went away again.
Baby got quiet presently, and shut his eyes to go to sleep;
but Tommy thought it was very dull, it was no fun at all to
go to sleep, so he did everything he could to amuse baby and
keep him awake. He danced, and whistled, and snapped his
fingers, brought a bright tin pot to show baby the light shining
on it, and then got one of Mr. Todd's pipes and pretended
to smoke.
"How funny baby would look, smoking," thought he.
So he tried to put the end of the pipe into baby's mouth,
which almost made him cry again.
"But, baby, you shall really smoke," said Tommy.
"Now do I it would look so funny."
Tommy went to the grate, where there was a little fire burning,
and lighted a piece of paper; then he went back to baby, md
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tried to get the pipe into.his mouth, but quite forgot the lighted
paper in his other hand, till suddenly a great heat behind him
made him jump up. He had set some towels on fire, that were
hanging on a screen, and a piece of the burning cloth fell on
his hand. He ran screaming to the door, but, looking back, saw
that the sheets of the cradle had caught fire.
The thought rushed into his mind in an instant, "Baby will
be burnt I" and forgetting his smarting hand, he hurried back
and lifted his little brother up, before the fire had even touched
him. It was good and brave of Tommy to do this, but he had
to suffer the consequences of his carelessness with the lighted
paper, for his hands and arms were badly burnt. Mrs. Todd
heard his cries, and again came to see what had happened; and
she had to throw several pails of water on the cradle and towels
before she could put the fire out. Then she made haste to help
the poor children. She put baby into bed, and he was soon
asleep; but Tommy was in sad pain, and she had to get the
doctor to come to him to try to cure his burns.
His poor mother was in great distress when she came home;
Tommy was still crying with the pain.
"But how did the fire begin?" she asked.
"It was me making baby smole a pipe," sobbed Tommy.
"Dear, dear there never was such a boy for play," she said.
" But I cannot think why baby was not burnt."
"That I can tell you," said Mrs. Todd; "for Tommy came
running to the door with him in his arms quite safe, but screeching
himself with his poor hands and arms so bad."
Mrs. Walter kissed the poor boy, and was comforted to think
that, though he was idle and foolish, he had a good and brave
heart; and Tommy did take a lesson from what had happened,
and grew wiser. He was for two or three weeks obliged to have
his arms bound up, and the lady whose house had been to let


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was very kind to him, and let him and Kitty play in her garden
when he began to get better; and they had games at letting houses,
and a great deal of fun. The lady was also very kind to his
mother, and said that she should not have to go out to work,
and leave her children alone, for she should have washing to do
at home. So this lady gave her own washing to Mrs. Walter,
and got other ladies to give theirs; and this was much happier
and better for her and for the children.

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BRLLT, Johnny, you ought to learn your spelling," said
Helen, to her little brother, who was spinning his top on the
I will, when I have had one more spin," said he.
Look at your marbles all about the floor," Helen went on.
"Now do pick them up, there's a good boy, and learn your
Johnny made his top spin again; then began gathering up
his marbles, but stopped to have one more game with them first.
When that was over, he took up his books.
What words are you to learn P" asked Helen.
I have got twelve to do out of my picture-book. Dog'
comes first."
Well, I am sure that is not difficult. Try if you do not
know dog.' already."
"D-A--" Johnny began.
No, that's wrong," said Helen. "Now, Johnny, set to work
and learn your words. You know, mamma said you must not go
out to dig up your garden till you could say them."
Very well, Helen, I really will," said he; and he took up
his book again.
As he spoke, there was heard a whine at the door; then a
scratch and a bark.
"There's Keeper cried Johnny; and he threw down his
book, and ran to open the door and let in Keeper.
Keeper was a large rough-haired dog. He was so pleased to



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be let in, that he jumped and bounded about the room, knocked
down a chair and a stool, and upset both Helen's doll who
were seated by the wall.
Oh, Keeper, how naughty and rude you are I" mried Heln.
"You must have hurt Louisa and Emma very much. Don't
cry, my dears. Here, Emma, I will nurse you; and you shall
sit in the window, Louisa."
So she took Emma in her arms, and placed Louisa in her
little chair on the window-sill, quite out of Keeper's reach.
Keeper .was quiet now, and Johnny was patting and stroking
Come along, Keeper," he said; I will teach you to spel."
It would be much better if you would teach yourself,"
said Helen.
Now, Keeper, learn dog'," said Johnny, dragging Keeper by
the collar up to the book which he had set open on a stool.
"Wag your tail at every letter, to tell me you hear."
Keeper hung out his red tongue, and stood opposite to the
Now, Keeper, learn D. Wag your tail I That's a good
dog I" said Johnny.
Now O. Go on, Keeper. Say O, sir I Johnny called out,
in a loud angry voice. "He won't wag his tail, Helen. 0
Keeper. Naughty dog Poor, good fellow then-poor Keeper,
say 0."
At the kind voice the tail wagged directly. G had to be
learned next. Keeper was ordered to say it, but he only hung
his tail and stared up in Johnny's face.
"Every time you go wrong," said Johnny, "we must have
it over again. D-0, sir; come on Keeper, you must say 0
again. Fine fellow, good boy "
The tail wagged famously at each of the fint two letter,


for Johnny found that being angry only made Keeper "stupid
at his lemon," and G followed directly. Having learned "DOG,"
Keeper now began ELK," which was the next word. It took a
good while, but it was done at last. Johnny had to make
Keeper begin again several times before the tail would wag
nicely. The other words went on in the same manner. Keeper
ran away to the other end of the room twice, and he took away
the book in his mouth the second time; once he fairly jumped
out of window and knocked Louisa out of her chair with the
end of his tail, so Johnny had to run out into the garden to
catch him; but this was exactly the fun Keeper wanted. At
last all the twelve words were finished, and Johnny sat down
on the floor, quite hiredd with trying to hold Keeper so long.
While he was sitting there and beginning to think of learning
his spelling himself, his mamma came in and asked him if he
knew his lesson. He hung his head and did not answer. He
knew he had been at play the whole morning.
"Oh, Johnny," said his mamma, "I am very sorry you
are such an idle little boy "
"Try if you don't know it, Johnny," said Helen. "Try him,
please, mamma."
"Helen," said she, "go and put on your bonnet. I am
going to call on Mrs. Truman, and had intended to take
you both and to have brought back little Marion to tea. You
o may go with me, but of course I cannot take such an idle
S little boy; and I shall not bring back Marion to play with him."
? Helen went out of the room looking sorrowfully back at
Johnny, and he could hardly help beginning to cry.
"I will try you," said his mamma, "as Helen asked me.
Stand up and let me hear if you know any of these words."
Johnny stood up, and his mamma asked him all the twelve
words one after another. He said every one right. He had

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learned them himself without knowing it, while he wa pMrtm ng
to teach Keeper.
Good boy said his mamma. "I was afraid you had not
learned your lesson. I thought I heard you playing with Keeper;
but as you have been so good you shall come with me to Mrs.
Truman's, and I hope she will let little Marion come back
with us."
Johnny ran off upstairs to get ready, but he felt-his cheeks
flush and something was wrong at his heart. He took down
his cap and tried to be glad he was to go, but he was not. He
felt very uncomfortable. He tried again to be happy.
"I did not tell an untruth," thought he. "I did not say
to mamma that I had been good. I knew the words. But
then it was because she thought I had not been idle that she
said she would let me go with her, and I was idle, and I ought
to have told her that I had been at play all the time. But
then she will not let me go, and I shall not have Marion here."
Come, Master Johnny," said Nurse; "let me put on your
"Wait a minute;" he said, and ran out of the room. He
had made up his mind to tell his mamma. But he stood still
a minute outside her bedroom-door, where he knew she was
getting ready to go out. It was difficult to determine to open
the door.
"I wish I had told her at once," he thought. "It would
have been much easier."
Johnny was right. It is always easier to say what is quite
true at the minute than to explain afterwards. While he stood
trying to make up his mind, his mamma opened the door.
"Why, Johnny," she said, "why have you not got ready
to go out What is the matterP"
"Oh, mamma," he replied, "I was not good. I played all

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the morning. I should not have known my twelve words, only
I learned them somehow while I was teaching Keeper."
His mamma stood silent for a little while; then she took
him up in her arms, and he felt a tear fall on his cheek when
she kissed him.
"You should have told me at once, my little boy," she said.
"Your mamma likes to feel that she may trust you always, and
know that-you will always be true and sincere with her. But
I am glad you have come to tell me now. It is a good thing
to be able to tell the truth. I would rather my boy spoke the
truth than knew all the spelling in the world. But speak it
always and at once, bravely, my child."
Johnny felt, as he kissed his mamma before she set him down,
as if he should never fear to be truthful with her again, and went
to finish getting ready with a much lighter heart than he had
when he began. They went to Mrs. Truman's and brought home
little Marion, and on the way back met their eldest brother,
Robert, coming from school. Buit it began to rain before they
got in, and it was impossible to play in the garden. They had
to contrive games in the parlour.
Robert brought out an umbrella and balanced it on his chin,
and little Marion found an old broken parasol and tried to
imitate him. Then Helen said they would play at "rainy day,"
and be ladies and gentlemen walking out in the streets and caught
in the wet. She had no umbrella, so she put her frock over her
head as the only thing she could do, and seated Louisa on the
floor holding up her own little parasol. She was to pretend she
had found a seat under an archway. Emma could not be found
anywhere, till Robert recollected having let her drop into an
empty basket, and there she was found.
"I am a gentleman that has lost his hat," said Johnny,
"and am obliged to hold my hand on the top of my head to
keep off the rain. Oh dear me I"

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"Don't you think, Robert," said Helen, "that we might
find a carriage for this poor gentleman without his hat?"
Really, madam," replied Robert, "I fear we cannot. But
I think my horse is coming round, and we might give him
a ride."
Helen wondered what Bobert could mean, but directly after-
wards she heard Keeper at the door. Robert opened it, and in
he bounced. He was Robert's dog, and had learned all manner
of tricks from him.
"Stand still, Keeper, and let this gentleman without a hat
mount on your back," said Robert. So Keeper stood still, and
Johnny was soon having a ride round the room, laughing and
enjoying it very much.
Robert wanted to make Keeper leap over a chair, with Johnny
on his back, but he would not. So he thought of a good plan.
He made Keeper get on the table, mounted Johnny up, and put
a chair before him. Then he put a piece of cheese down on the
floor, and cried, Jump for it, Keeper I" and down jumped Keeper
in grand style, while Helen took care to hold Johnny safe.
They had a happy evening at this game, and many others,
and Keeper played with them and barked for joy.



THrnu were two cats who lived together in a cottage. They
had been named Furfoot and Blackcap by Susan and Tommy,
a little boy and girl who lived there too. Furfoot got her name
from her soft paws, and Blackcap hers from a mark on her head.
One evening Furfoot was lying on the rug in the kitchen,
winking in the pleasant firelight, purring a little now and then,
and thinking of nothing at all, till at last she took it into her
head to wonder where Blackcap was; so then she opened her
eyes, and saw Blackcap up on the table, where she ought not to
be, and staring at an open window in the wall opposite. Martha,
the servant, was out; so were the master and mistress; and the
children were at play outside the door.
The open window led tZ the larder, and what Blackcap
wanted was to jump through and have some supper. But
Furfoot would not agree to it. She said Martha would be very
angry; and supper would soon be ready in the scullery as usual;
and besides, she was sleepy.
Blackcap called her "a stupid thing," and walked out at the
door, looking very cross and obstinate. She had three friends
that lived near; two of them lived at a farm, and the other
at the doctor's; so she asked them all three to supper. They
came directly, stole softly in, and jumped on the table. Furfoot
had been wakened up by the dispute with Blackcap, and had
gone into the garden, so she never saw them. It was an easy
jump from the table into the larder.
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waiting for an answer, sprang up on a shlf to get at old
chicken on a plate. )g. it came, the plate broke to pieces,
and all four trie4 :pl tih chicken at once. The elde
farm cat and h between them, each other all the time.
It was shokin*r ..The doctor's cat began
leaping at some Uil.l,_ but it was so high
up she could not farm cat had had
nothing yet either; b levur thinking of her guests,
rushed to the cheesepan aM soo as the chicken was done, pushed
the lid aside, and began eating the cheese. The eldest farm cat
was very angry that she could not get her head in too, and
the youngest tumbled down while she was trying; but then
Blackcap's tail hung down so funnily, that she could not help
playing with it; it looked so tempting.
Suddenly there was a sound that made everybody start.
The doctor's cat left off leaping at the fish, Blackcap jerked her
head out of the cheesepan, and the farm cats ran and hid behind
a tub. The sound was little Susan's voice, crying:
"Oh, Tommy I look, look "
It was most dreadful, for Tommy began to climb through
the window directly, and in a moment he was among them.
He called out, "Oh, you naughty cats and then shouted,
clapped his hands, and drove them about.
Blackcap and the doctor's cat jumped back into the kitchen,
and hid themselves, one under the armchair, the other behind
a sack, but the two farmhouse cats could not get out till Tommy
opened the door, and then they scampered home as fast as they
could go; but a large dog seeing them running at such a rate,
took a fancy to chase them; so they were madly frightened ca
the way, and the youngest cried all the rest of the evening, for
she had had nothing to eat, and missed her supper at home too.


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Furfoot had been lying all this time on the grass plot, enjoying
the air, and knew nothing about .4 itll Buie came out, and
took her and stroked her and 'g aot go into the
larder, my pretty little knew Blackcap
had gone in."
Where was Blackcap Ma tt gm abot, peeping into
all the holes and corner b0. 'At last spied her
behind the sack. But Vil 9 AOt oome out. She lay
there all the evening, and diM 't by the fire with the
family, or have her milk or' hflMi g nice; and she could see
Furfoot happy on her mistress's lap, in the warm corner all the
time, and began to think it was a bad thing to be a thief.
The doctor's cat managed to slink out when the door was opened;
but when she got home, the house was shut up, and she had
to stay out in the rain all night, which she did not like at all,
particularly as she never got at any of that fish.
Blackcap came out next morning, and crept softly towards
the fire, in hopes they had forgotten what happened yesterday.
What did she see that made her put up her back, make her
hair stand on end, growl, and scold? There was a dog-actually
a dog-lying under the larder-window.
Furfoot came in at that moment, and did just the same.
When the dog saw them, he started up and barked. Then
Furfoot was so frightened, that she rushed out and climbed the
highest tree she could find; but Blackcap flew at him and scratched
his face. The next moment, however, she was obliged to run
out too, and get on the top of the wall. Neither of them would
come in all day, and they heard the master telling the dog he
was to guard the larder from thieves, so now they knew why
he had come.
But Tommy and Susan tried very much to make them all
three friends, and in time Furfoot began to think the dog,


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whose name was Scamper, a pleasant, good-natured fellow, and
he pitied her for a poor little pussy, that he would not hurt
for the world; but Blackaep never could like him.
Tommy used to teach Scamper tricks. One day he tried to
make him play leapfrog, and Blackcap sat watching, and thinking
that she could do it ten times better. At last she took a leap
over Susie, to show how finely she coula play; but instead of
that she knocked little Susie down, scratched her face, and made
her break her doll's arm; and Scamper was so surprised, that he
made the'poker tumble out of the fire, upset the kettle, spilt all
the water that was boiling for tea, and instead of jumping over
Tommy's head, stood staring on his shoulders. Susie went crying
to Martha; and Blackcap was shut up for the rest of the day.
She wandered away when she was let out, and got over the
hedge into old Mrs. Budge's garden. There she saw Sir Toby,
the monkey, who was chained to a post, and he asked her what
was the matter; so she told him about Scamper, and said that
nobody cared for her now at all.
Sir Toby sat for some time thinking very gravely. At
last he said what a pity it was that her master did not get a
monkey instead of a dog I Blackcap thought so too, but how
were they to make her master think so?
Sir Toby said he was sure, if he could get into the cottage,
and show them how handsome he was, and how useful and
pleasant he could make himself, the master would send away
Scamper, and get a monkey directly. He said he would come
the first time he could get off his chain; so Blackcap went home
and told Scamper that he would soon be sent away.
One morning, soon after this, Sir Toby did get off his chain,
and bustled off to the cottage, climbed up the wall as quick as
lightning, and got in at little Susie's window, which was open
for it was summer.




Susie awoke, and was very much surprised to see Sir Toby by
her bed. He began chattering and making all sorts of grimaces,
which he meant to be very pretty, but she did not like it at
all, and got out of bed to call Martha; and as nobody heard
her she sat down on a box and began to cry.
Sir Toby thought she would like him better if he put on a
cap, as he saw nurses always had caps, so he found one of
Martha's and put it on. Then he peeped here and there to
see if he could find anything to please her, and noticed a cupboard
a little open and that it was full of pots of jam and honey.
So he ran and took out a pot of jam, tore off the paper with
his teeth, turned out the jam into a basin, got a spoon, and
began to feed her. But poor Susie cried more and more, and
called" Mother I" "Martha I" till they both came running in; and
when they saw what was going on they were very angry indeed.
Martha ran for a stick, but before she came back Sir Toby
had jumped out of the window, and was halfway home again.
Blackcap did not know what to do now, or how she was to
drive Scamper away, and wept to ask her friends if they could
advise her. They had a meeting in the garden at the farm one
evening, and made a great noise iniawing and grumbling; at
last they sat down to talk.
Now it happened that at this very time Scamper was in the
lane close 'to the garden fence, snuffing for rabbits, field-mice,
and such things, and his nose soon told him what company was
near; so he stopped and listened, and just as he stopped he heard
Blackcap say that she had made up her mind to declare war
with him, and bring it to a pitched battle.
The doctor's cat thought this quite right. They would all
help; and four cats were a match for one dog any day, particu-
larly as she herself had got a collar, which was not common for
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"I don't care," maid Scamper to himself; and he trotted
homewards. But on the way he thought of those eow that
scratched his face the first day he came, sad began to fel a
little worried and troubled. So he lay dowat the door thinking;
and then got up, shook himself, and galloped away. It was
late before he came back.
Next morning Martha opened the door and shutters as
usual, and began to clean the grate. Scamper got up off his
mat; Furfoot, never thinking of danger, walked away down
the gravel-walk. Then it was that Blackcap went to the door,
and seeing her three friends outside waiting, as they had
promised, called them in. They rushed to the charge with
fury. Scamper barked fiercely, but they felt sure of victory,
when a voice was heard outside in answer to his, and in sprang
another dog, the baker's dog, larger and stronger than himself,
whom he had visited the night before to ask him to help in
the battle.
The two dogs jumped over Martha ana knocked her down,
and flew at the four cats. The cats stood bravely for a moment,
but what could they do? They could not conquer two dogs.
They turned and ran. Blackcap and the doctor's cat climbed
into the trees, the eldest farm cat got over the wall, and the
youngest made her way through the fence and got along by
the lane. The dogs leaped about the garden barking with triumph,
but though they made a great noise they could not catch any
of them; and the baker's dog, seeing the battle was over and
nothing more to be done, took his leave, for he had to go his
rounds with the bread.
Furfoot had been so frightened at the noise that she had
climbed to the top of the wash-house at the first, and never
came down till all had been quiet for some time. When she
did venture, she found Scamper lying in front of the ire laughing



'to himself. He wagged his tail as she took her place, and said
they should lead a much more peaceful life now Blackcap
was gone.
Purfoot asked what had become of Blackcap, and Scamper
told her that Martha had sid she would not live with that
troublesome cat any longer, and either she or Blackcap must
leave; so the mistress had sent Blackcap to Mrs. Bidge, who
wanted a cat. What poor Sir Toby would do, or how he would
get on with her, Scamper said, he could not tell. They heard,
indeed, afterwards that she and Sir Toby often quarrelled. As
to Scamper and Furfoot, they became the best friends possible,
and lived happily all their lives in the cottage.




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