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THE most charming little -girl in her native village, was little
Patty; at least, so all the neighbors said, and what everybody
says, ought to have some truth in it. It is very hard to get such a
character, you know, but when children do get it, you may be sure
they deserve it.
Patty deserved it, for she loved everybody and everything, and in
return she was loved by all who knew her. The pigeons flew down
from their little house to coo around her; the chickens fed from her
hand; the cat rolled over her feet, and purred with pleasure; and
even the steady old dog, Bluff, put himself to the trouble of cutting
his liveliest capers to attract her attention. They all knew very
well how kind and good she was, although they could not say so.
Patty was always busy, too, about something; when she was no

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higher than your knee, she used to bustle about, and do little things
in the handiest manner; and as for sewing, she was the pattern child
at the Dame's school, where her sampler was hung upon the wall, as
a guide to the other children, that they might see the good effects of
industry and attention.
She lived in a humble little cottage with her parents, who were
now very old hnd poor, and depended upon their little daughter for
many things, which they were too feeble to do for themselves; but
Patty was .very good to them, and did everything in her power to
make them happy. One of her daily duties was to. go to a spring
near by, for water.
She would dip her pitcher into the clear bright liquid, and sing
her sweet little songs, with a voice that made everyone who passed
that way, stop to listen with delight, for her heart was full of little
joyous impulses, which arose from her being so good and amiable.
Upon one of her journeys to the spring, occurred the great event
oT her life, of which I am now about to tell you. It will show very
clearly the effects of good feeling and kindness for everyone, for love
always returns tenfold to the giver, as it did to her.

Patty and her Pitcher.

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Well, then, as I have now told you all about Patty and her good-
ness, I will begin the story. Patty had filled her pitcher at the spring,
and was carrying it home with some little difficulty, for it was quite
heavy when filled. When almost in sight of her cottage, she saw a
poor, old, travel-worn woman, sitting by the way-side, as if overcome
by the fatigue of a long journey.
She sat upon the trunk of a fallen tree; her face was as brown
as a nut, and covered with a complete net-work of wrinkles, while
her dim eyes looked dull and sunken. At her back was tied a large
bundle which seemed quite enough for a strong man to carry.
She turned her eyes upon Patty, as she came near, casting eager
looks upon the water in the pitcher, which seemed so cool and tempting;
and after looking at her rosy, good-natured face, she at last, in trem-
bling tones, asked for some water from her pitcher.
"Dear little child," said she, in a feeble voice, "give me a drink
from your pitcher, for I am very old, and faint, and weary."
To be sure, mother, and welcome," said Patty, sweetly, as she
raised up the pitcher, so that the old woman could drink comfortably.
Long and eagerly did the poor creature drink of the delicious water;

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so long, indeed, that Patty was much surprised at her extreme thirst.
"Thank you, my darling, Heaven will reward you for your kindness
to the poor and needy," said the old woman. "Oh, you are quite
welcome, mother," said Patty again, shouldering her pitcher and
going cheerfully on her way, singing in the lightness of her heart,
at the pleasure of having relieved the poor old woman's distress.
But she had not gone far before she was overtaken by a large dog,
who seemed to be bound upon a long journey; for he was covered with
dust, his eyes were bloodshot, and his parched tongue hung from his
mouth to catch the cool air. "Poor fellow," said Patty, in a kind
voice. The dog turned around at the words, and stopped to look
at her.
She held out her hand, and he came nearer. She then set down
her pitcher to caress him, but he strove eagerly to reach the pitcher
which his instinct told him contained water. Patty understood his
wants, and held the pitcher to the poor dog, so that he could drink
with comfort.
He lapped and lapped, until she began to think he would never
leave off. At last, he looked up into her face, and licked her hand in
gratitude; then, after bounding and gamboling about to show how
refreshed he was, trotted off on his way.
Patty now looked into her pitcher, and found that it was more
than half empty, so that she must take all her journey over again;
for it was of no use going home with a pitcher but half full. As she
rose, she saw some hare-bells by the side of the road, which appeared
to be in a very drooping, dusty state, so she at once poured over them
all the water that remained in the pitcher.
Then turning around, with her pitcher once more upon her shoulder,
she turned her steps again toward the spring, without a single regret
at the double work she had to do, in consequence of her kindness to
the old woman and the dog.
So she traveled blithely on over the dusty road, cheering the
way with her sweet songs; and although the day was hot and the
road dusty, the feeling of having been kind to others was so delightful
to this good girl, that she neither felt heat nor fatigue, and soon arrived
once more on the margin of the spring.
Resting for a few minutes in the shade, she gazed sleepily at the
bubbling water, and all kinds of fanciful thoughts passed through
her mind. She was just dropping off into a little nap, when she
thought she heard some one call her by name. It was a sweet little
voice, and Patty could hardly distinguish it from the tinkling of the

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She rose quickly upon her feet, and looked in every direction for
the owner of the voice, but in vain; till suddenly casting her eyes
upon the spring, she saw to her amazement, a dear little face looking
up at her from the water; and presently there stood before her, one of
the most beautiful and tiny little creatures she had ever seen.
She balanced lightly upon the surface of the rippling water, where
she seemed to stand with the same ease, as Patty did upon the land,
and was really no higher than the pitcher.
"So, Patty," said she, (you see she knew Patty,) "so you have
come back again, my dear." "Yes, Madame," replied Patty, who, to
say the truth, felt somewhat alarmed; yes, Madame, because I-
"I know all about it," said the Fairy, (for it was a Fairy you
know,) and it is because I do know, that you see me here, for I
only seek the acquaintance of the good and kind, and I am now
come to make you a useful present." "A present!" said Patty,
with a pleased surprise.
"Yes, and such a one," replied the Fairy, "as will be a lasting
reward for your goodness of heart toward others, and your little care
for yourself. You blush, because you do not remember the many

Patty and her Pitcher.


kind things that you have done, and I am the more pleased to see
that you think I am giving you unmerited praise.
"That you think so little of all the kind actions which are the
ornament of your life, assures me of the purity of your motives; for
it is our duty to forget the good we do to others, and to remember
only the good that others do to us. You have always done so, my
dear little Patty.
"To reward you, I will place a spell upon your pitcher, which
shall always be full of water or milk, as you may desire. It will also
be able to move and work whenever you wish it, and will always
prove your firm friend in any trouble.
"If it should, by any mishap, be parted from you, it will easily,
by its magic powers, be able to find you; and in whatever position
you may happen to be, you will always find it by your side, as adviser
and friend; so put your pitcher on the ground, and look into it."
Patty did so, and to her surprise, saw the bright water gradually
arise until the pitcher was full to the brim. When she saw it was full
she tried to lift it, but found it too heavy for her strength.
"You need not trouble yourself to carry it," said the Fairy,

Patty and her Piztcer.


smiling; "it will save you all further trouble on that score." She
then touched the pitcher with her wand, when, to Patty's extreme
surprise, two very well-formed legs grew out of the bottom, and a
pair of neat little arms appeared at the top of the vessel, which,
as soon as it was firm on its legs, made a very polite bow to Patty
as its future mistress.
Now, Patty," said the Fairy, follow your pitcher, and you can-
not possibly go wrong;" and as she finished speaking, she gradually
faded away, and at last broke into a thousand sparkling drops, which
mingled with the bubbling stream, and was soon borne away on its
Patty rubbed her eyes as if to make sure that she was awake; for
the whole thing seemed to her like a wonderful dream. She coughed
aloud, and at last began to pinch herself until she found it painful,
when she finally concluded that she must be really awake. But more
convincing than all, there stood the saucy brown pitcher firmly upon
its sturdy brown legs, with its toes turned out in the politest manner
of the day, and its little fists planted in its sides, in a style that
was very business-like indeed.

Patty and her Pitcker.

"Quite ready to start, mistress," said a little voice, that made
Patty jump, for the Fairy had not told her that the Pitcher could
speak; but screwing up courage, she said: "Come on, then, Pitcher,"
and set the example by starting off into a run. And didn't the
Pitcher follow her in good earnest! indeed, it ran so fast that it soon
overtook her, and not only that, but it ran before her, long before she
got half way home.
But the most surprising thing was, that although it hopped along,
with the most wonderful strides and jumps, over the roughest places
in its path, it did not spill one single drop of water in its progress.
This puzzled Patty, who, with her utmost care, could never avoid
wetting her dress whenever she had tried to run, with the pitcher,
even half full.
"What will people think when we get into the village?" thought
Patty, as she looked at her strange companion; "I'm sure they will
be frightened, and what will father and mother say when they see
what I have brought home with me?" "Do not trouble yourself
about that," said the pitcher, who seemed to know her thoughts;
" your parents will soon get accustomed to me, and be much pleased
when they see how handy I am, for you do not yet know half of my
good qualities."
As he was speaking, they came to a very high stile. "Shall I
help you over?" said Patty, thinking of his short legs. "Oh, dear,
no," said the pitcher, "see how little I need it;" and, so saying, he
skipped over the stile in the most graceful manner. As he did so, a
dog who was passing, put his tail between his legs, and after two or
three very weak barks, scoured off in evident fright and surprise.
A man, was at the same time, coming along the road, with a slow
and pompous walk-for he was the Squire of the village-who, upon
seeing the strange pitcher clear the stile, was rendered almost speech-
less with amazement; but as soon as he saw the little legs speeding
toward him, he uttered one loud exclamation of terror, and fled!
His hat flew one way, his cane another, and his cloak mounted
into the air like wings. Being very fat, however, he had not gone far
before his legs failed him, and he lay kicking in a furze bush, roaring
for help. Patty could not help laughing at the sight, but the pitcher,
trotting on- with the greatest unconcern, soon reached the cottage-door
to the intense surprise of Patty's parents.
The pitcher walked quietly into the cottage, and sat down in a cor-
ner, tucking its legs carefully under it, so that no one could see them.
The neighbors, therefore, who had been alarmed at the Squire's
account of his fright and disaster, and came to the cottage in

Patty and her Pitcher.



crowds, only saw a pitcher, such as they all had at home, and put
the old Squire down as being a little bit out of his mind.
Patty was awakened next morning by hearing a noise below, as
if some one was very busy with the furniture. She heard the chairs
pushed about, and presently the handle of a pail "clink" down as
plain as could be. So she put on her clothes and crept down stairs.
She peeped cautiously through the red curtains at the bottom, and
there, to her wondering surprise she saw, what do you think ?-not
any thieves, but the astonishing pitcher; and what do you think it
was doing? Why, it was mopping up the red tiles of the floor, as
handily as if it had never done anything else all the days of its
life: and more wonderful still, the fire was made, and was burning
brightly upon the hearth!
We can imagine a pitcher of water washing the floor, but we
cannot imagine it doing anything else with a fire except putting it
out. But, no! the fire was lighted, the kettle was on, and there it
was, merrily singing a little song about breakfast being nearly ready.
"Good morning, dear mistress," said the pitcher, cheerfully; "you
S need not trouble yourself to do anything, but grow and improve

Patty and her Pitcher.


your mind; for, from henceforth you will have but little labor to do,
as I am here to do it for you."
You may suppose that Patty was well pleased to hear this, for
she was now growing to be a tall girl, and felt a great desire to
improve herself with her books; which as yet, she had had very
little time to do, having been so much taken up with her household
When Patty was left alone in the evening with the pitcher, she
told him how much she was obliged to him, for all he had done, and
how much she wished to learn; but did not know what to do foi
books, as she had read the few she already possessed, many times
Oh, I can soon help you there," said the pitcher, "for you have
only to wish, and I will yield you. as much milk as you desire. You
can then make butter and cheese, and go sell them at the market-
town; buy as many books as you like, and have something left for
other purposes beside."
No sooner said than done. Patty set out all the pans she had,
and all she could borrow from her kind neighbors, and as fast as


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they came the .pitcher ran about and filled them; so that she soon
had plenty of cream for her butter and cheese.
She had only to ask, and a good neighbor lent her a churn, while
the pitcher furnished a pair of arms to do the churning; and such
butter was produced as had not been seen in the village for many
a day. You may suppose that Patty was pleased, and as for her
dear old parents, they hardly knew what to make of it all.
The same good farmer lent her a gentle horse, and some baskets;
and early one lovely morning, she started for the market-town, to
which the pleased pitcher pointed out the way. He did not go with
her, as he said the people of the town were not accustomed to see
brown pitchers with legs, so he should stay at home and see about
'making the cheese.
Patty rode cheerfully on her way, looking as happy, and hand-
some as the best farmer's daughter of them all-so everybody in the
market said-and she soon sold all her butter at the very best prices
of the day. And so Patty went on thriving, and doing good to every-
one'in need, until in course of time, she grew into a beautiful and
lovable young woman, living in comfort with her old parents in one
of the prettiest cottages in the village.
Everyone said that she deserved her good fortune; no one envied
her; she was loved by young and old; so, as you may well believe,
she was happy "as the day is long." And now, a wonderful thing
came to pass, which changed the whole course of Patty's simple and
contented life. One evening, she was standing in her garden, feeding
her pigeons, when a well-dressed stranger approached the gate, and
after looking at her with admiration for a moment, bowed grace-
fully, at the same time removing his plumed hat, and, in the politest
manner, inquired the way to the next town.
Patty answered him pleasantly, and as she spoke, the music of
her voice, and the charming modesty of her manner, seemed to strike
the young man with surprise and pleasure.
He looked at her intently for a moment, which made Patty's eyes
seek the ground in blushing confusion; then bowing again, with
greater respect than before, proceeded slowly on his way, often
looking back for another glimpse of sweet little Patty.
And now, as you probably guess, the handsome young stranger
came again and again, although he knew his way very well, indeed,
between the village and the neighboring town. At last, she found
that it was the way to her heart he was seeking, and he soon found
it, when he told her parents that he was rich, and wished to have a
wife, of whom everyone spoke well. He did not care how poor she

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might be, so that she loved him; since he had wealth enough for
both, and could choose to marry, when and where he pleased. You
must not suppose, however, that our dear little Patty fell into the
arms of the young stranger at once. He coaxed her a great deal,
before she consented to be his wife; as, although she did not know
his exact position in life, she could see that he had been born in a
rank far above her own.
The parents smiled as they looked upon the ardent and hand-
some lover, whom, however, they did not think a bit too good for
their darling Patty; and so, in as short a time as was possible, they
were happily married. But the stranger, who had married Patty, was
a Prince in disguise; and the humble cottage-girl became a great
Princess, surrounded with all the splendor of her high station!
Did Patty now forget her humble home, and her old friend, the
pitcher? No, she did not, the pitcher was with her; but her parents
wished to end their days in the peaceful village where they were born.
In the splendid state in which she now lived, the pitcher was as
useful to her as before, though in a different way. When the poor
came to the palace-gate, he gave them bread, and nourishing soup
for their families, for which they daily blessed the good Princess, who
relieved their wants. So you see the pitcher, although now not called
upon to work, still continued in the name of his mistress to do good
to all around.
But, alas! the best of us cannot escape from envious hearts and
wicked tongues, and so it fell out with Princess Patty. I love to call
her "Patty," although she became a great princess. Her dream of
happiness was short. Many of the wicked courtiers envied her the
love of the people, to whom Patty was endeared by her gentle charity;
and they whispered slanders into the ears of the Prince, her husband,
who at last, I am sorry to say, was weak enough to listen to them;
for they aroused his fears, by telling him that she was trying to bribe
the people by her charities, to rebel against him, their Prince, and
place her upon the throne alone!
They also said that she was served by evil spirits, and pointed
to the good and innocent pitcher, as a proof of their wicked tales.
Alas, for human weakness! The Prince at last became convinced
of her guilt; and although his heart ached, he had her put into one
of the dungeons of the palace; and there poor Patty was left to
mourn over the too easy belief of her husband in her guilt. She
did not, however, mourn long, for as night came on, the prison door
gently opened, and there, to her great delight, she saw the faithful
pitcher, with a bunch of keys in his hand.

Patty and her Pitcher.


"Come," said he, 'let us return to your peaceful home, and show
your husband that it is his heart, and not his kingdom, that you covet.
Ho will come back to reason and repentance, when he finds he has
lost you."
Poor Patty followed him in deep grief; but they had not gone far
in their flight, when she perceived with alarm, that they were followed
by a company of soldiers. She screamed with affright'! "Be not
alarmed, dear mistress," said the pitcher; I will soon stop their pursuit."
So saying, he bent over the side of the rock, and poured out a cataract
of water through the valley in which the soldiers were marching.
Soon the water swelled into huge waves, which swept the soldiers
from their path, and compelled them to save their lives by swimming
to the nearest land, when wet and dispirited, they soon returned to
their master, the foolish Prince. That night Patty slept once more
beneath the humble roof of her parents, who, as you may suppose,
received their darling with open arms.
She once more found herself in her beloved garden, and the
flowers, as you may believe, were often watered with her tears. It
was but natural that her thoughts should wander to the home of

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her husband, and that she should grieve over his cruelty, in return
for her pure and ardent love. Hope, however, whispered to her in
the midst of her tears, that something would yet remove the false
impression from his mind-that had caused not only her unhappi-
ness, but his also. The pitcher, too, was always at her side, and
did not fail to give her comfort in her silent sorrow.
And thus days and weeks rolled on, but no news or messenger
reached her from her husband. Had he entirely abandoned her?
or, did he believe her to have been swept away by the torrent that
had so nearly drowned his soldiers; who were too much occupied in.
looking out for their own safety, to notice what became of her.
She hoped that it was so, as that in a measure would excuse him,
and even now, 'he might be mourning her as lost to him forever! For
surely, she thought, long ere this the evil tongues must have appeared
to him in their true light. One morning, she rose earlier than usual.
She was restless, and could not sleep. The pure air was cool and
refreshing to her fevered brow.
Looking sadly around, she saw the dear old pitcher trimming the
flowers, with the air and style of an experienced gardener.

Patty and her Pitcher.



"Good morning, dear mistress," said he, rubbing his hands cheer-
fully; "you are up betimes to-day, for the sun has hardly yet peeped
into the valley. 1 am glad to see you so early afoot, as you see, I
am taking extra care with the garden, for I expect visitors to-day!"
"Visitors," said Patty, with an inquiring look? "Yes, visitors,"
said the pitcher, from whose mouth issued a low, chuckling laugh;
"I can distinctly hear footsteps in the distance, and they are coming
this way."
"Listen! they are now near enough for mortal ears to hear."
And so they were; nearer and nearer they came. Presently, the
figure of a traveler, with a hood over his face came in .sight. He
stopped a moment, threw back his hood, and stood, struck with
amazement; for, it was the Prince, her husband! who believed her
to be dead-drowned in the valley, after she had escaped from
"This," said the pitcher, "is the visitor I expected; believing
you to be dead, he has wandered in many lands to cure his grief;
and, at last, has ventured to this humble cottage, to see once more
the spot where he first had the good fortune to meet you. He has

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bitterly grieved over the sin he has committed, in believing you guilty
of coveting his kingdom, when he alone was all your kingdom, your
riches, and your delight."
"That you are still alive, is the reward for his sincere repentance.
He finds you in the lowly state, in which he saw you first, regretting
nothing of your past life, except the loss of the husband you love so
The faithful pitcher here ceased speaking. The Prince rushed
forward with a cry of delight, and knelt at Patty's feet. The pitcher,
like a discreet friend, placed her hand in his, and went into the cottage.
The Prince, now happy in his love, which had increased a hundred-fold,
wished at once to return to his kingdom; and desired to send forward
a messenger, so that he might bring back his recovered wife in triumph'
to his palace. The pitcher, upon this, joined the group.
Prince," said he, "spare yourself this trouble; I am here to ren-
der a last service to my mistress. Since your now, sincere love, leaves
nothing for her to desire, the fairy who appointed me to reward
her for the greatest of human virtues-' self-denial,'-now recalls me
to her water-palace."
Behold! As he ceased speaking, jets of sparkling water rose high
in the air from his mouth, until the valley was filled by a lovely lake,
upon which floated a gilded barge, manned by stout rowers, in the
Prince's livery, and gay with flags of all colors.
Patty then took an affectionate leave of her parents, and they all
stepped into the barge. Still the water flowed from the pitcher's
mouth, until the lake grew into a mighty river; down which they
floated, until they came in sight of the Prince's palace, standing high
upon the rocks which bordered the stream.
Hundreds of flags floated from the towers, and booming cannon
sent forth a noisy welcome. Crowds of rejoicing people stood to
receive their beloved Princess, whose charity had long ago endeared
her to their grateful hearts; and when at length they landed, the
people rushed forward-happy if they even succeeded in kissing the
hem of her garment-and Patty lived many years in peace and pros-
perity.. But the magic pitcher was seen no more, for Patty was happy,
and its loving task was done.


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