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Group Title: Over the hills series ;, 53
Title: The proud little lady and other stories
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Permanent Link: http://ufdc.ufl.edu/UF00025980/00001
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Title: The proud little lady and other stories
Series Title: Over the hills series
Physical Description: 8 p. : ill. ; 27 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Waugh, Ida, d. 1919 ( Illustrator )
McLoughlin Bros., inc ( Publisher )
Publisher: McLoughlin Brothers
Place of Publication: New York
Publication Date: [ca. 1880]
Subject: Children's poetry -- 1880   ( rbgenr )
Genre: Children's poetry   ( rbgenr )
poetry   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: United States -- New York -- New York
Statement of Responsibility: illustrtated by Miss Ida Waugh.
General Note: Title from cover.
Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
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Bibliographic ID: UF00025980
Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of Florida
Holding Location: Baldwin Library of Historical Children's Literature in the Department of Special Collections and Area Studies, George A. Smathers Libraries, University of Florida
Rights Management: All rights reserved, Board of Trustees of the University of Florida.
Resource Identifier: aleph - 001870307
notis - AJU5031
oclc - 29116041
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
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    The Proud Little Lady and Other Stories
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    Back Cover
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THE PROUD LITTLE LADY.TRIPPING proudlyDown the street,Comes our little lady;Mitts of lace,Upon her hands-Hat to keep her shady.Round her neckA kerchief neat-Crossed, and pinned together;And upon herDainty feet,Shoes of shining leather.Oft I meet, thisStately maid,Thro' the village walking;But, I neverSee her smile-Never hear her talking IAnd I sometimesThink, with pain,This silent maid is haughty;For pride, is butA feeling vain,And self-conceit is naughty.And this, my dears,Remember well,-However grand we may be;With gentle mind,And manners kind,We find the truest lady.~C~uz~ii~Biz,

BLOWING BUBBLES.OF all the things that babies loveTo help them in their troubles,There's nothing in the world, they think,So nice as blowing bubbles.To dip the pipe among the sudsAnd then to gravely blow,To watch the lovely colors change,As fast the bubbles grow.To throw them softly in the airAnd see them sail away,Is fun enough, for girl or boy,To fill the longest day.Sweet children of our tender love,May all life's bubbles beAs bright, with tints of rosy hope,As these which now we see.1 j$0 top

UPON THE SANDS.UPON the sands, beside the sea, With pail and shovel, each in turn,Three happy children played,- They dug the shining sand;Who, tho' the sun shone fiercely down, Or, up and down the breezy shore,Enjoyed a pleasant shade. They trotted, hand in hand.And there, with many a joyous game, A mighty hat, with feather long,They passed the Summer day; Adorned each pretty maid;And not a bit the worse, at night, And that's the way, tho' bright the sun,For all the sun, were they They played beneath the shade!

SAIL A BOAT.ONE morning in the Summer time, With merry voices, sweet and clear,I walked upon the sand ; They answered unto me;And there I met two little maids, " We've come to-day, to sail a boat,Who wandered hand in hand. As you will shortly see."I spoke to them, with smiling face, Then clasping each, the other's handsAnd said, "now tell to me- And putting toe to toe;Why you are straying on the sand, They turned each other round and round,So near the rolling sea." As fast as they could go.And there they spun, till giddy grown,They dropped upon the sand.And so those maidens, " Sailed a boat,"Yet never left the land!

PLAYING GRACES.HAPPY faces, turned on high, Soft their merry voices ringDancing graces, how they fly! As the shining hoops they fling.Maud and Jessie, sisters fair Who can keep them longest thereKeep them floating in the air. Sailing thro' the sunny air ?

THE TWINS.If their snowy-ruffled night-caps, Bessie comes to Sister Jessie,Hadn't each a colored bow. With an orange in each hand.So we call these precious babies, And she offers Jess the larger-Jessie Red, and Bessie Blue; Ah how pleasant 'tis to see;And we teach them to be loving, Twins so lovely, and so loving,Open-handed, kind and true. Live in sweetest amity.

GRANDMA'S TRAINOH, Fanny, come and see the dress For old Great-Grandma's wedding-dayI found in Grandma's box! This very dress was made,There's stuff enough in it to make A hundred years ago, at least,A hundred dollies' frocks Of richest court brocade.And if I didn't fear that you But now-for Grandma dear to wearWould think me very vain, I'm sure 'tis much too gay;I'd ask you dear, to walk behind But just the thing for Dollie's clothes-And help me with the train. I'll ask for it to-day.'Tis gold embroidered as you see, I hardly think I'll get it though,With flowers red and blue, For Grandma may not seeAnd some day, if you're very good, How nice a thing 'twould be to giveWhy you shall wear it too T'ie dress to you and me.

HAT AND FEATHERSMILING as a rose in bloom, Bright above each dainty shoeIn a dainty Hat and Plume, Peep her hose of scarlet hue;Here's a maid, I often meet, While her ribands here and there,Gaily walking on the street. Flutter in the wintry air.Skirt of yellow silken stuff, With her eyes of tender blue,Hands within a tiny muff, Shining like the moning dew;Coat of velvet, trimmed with fur, Pretty lass with golden hair-Tell me what you think of her ? Is she kind, as she is fair?

Who takes no heed of heat or cold.But daily, off to school she goes,Thro' summer's rain or winter's snows!Her face is bright, her heart is light,-1----------------------------------- ~-------------------She knows her lessons for the dayWith pleasant voice, she softly sings,A merry song to cheer the way.She loves to be in time at school,And never breaks its gentle rule.

THE SKIPPING ROPE.SKIP the rope! skip the rope! Full and brimming o'er with fun,No one tires yet we hope. Back and forth, they laughing run;Round it goes round it goes! Singing all a merry rhyme,Mind your tiny tipsy toes. Skipping each in perfect time.Up and down, and round about, Maidens young and fancy free,Running in, and running out;- Happy, blithe and fair to see;Two-are skipping in the ring Take your pleasure, while you may,Two, the skipping rope must swing. Joyful be your hearts to-day.,i,'x:

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