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PLAYING TRADES.BYHERACLITUS GREY,AUTHOR OF "IN VAIN," "ARMSTRONG MAGNEY,' "KING GAB'S STORY BAG," ETC. ETC.WITH SIXTEEN COLOURED ILLUSTRATIONS.ieconn Caition,CASSELL, BETTER, AND GALPIN,LONDON, PARIS, AND NEW YORK.
LONDON:CASSELL, BETTER, AND GALPIN, BELLE SAUVAGE WORKS,LUDGATE HILL, E.C.
CONTENTS.CHAPTER I. PAGECAKE AND PIE .OUR CAKE .. 14THE LARGE MEAT PIE 15CHAPTER I.THE COBBLER'S STALL 17THE COBBLER'S SONG .. 25THE MERRY COBBLER 26CHAPTER III.WIGS AND CLIPPING 27NANETTA WITH THE CURLS OF GOLD 36LADY CELESTINA AND THE GOLDEN LOCKS 44CHAPTER IV.THE UNHAPPY HAT 49THE LITTLE LEAN HATTER 57CHAPTER V.PAPA'S OLD COAT 53THE CLEVER TAILOR 65CHAPTER VI.BUBBLES OF GLASS 67A SOAP-BUBBLE 76CHAPTER VII.THE FALL 78THE MENDING 84FAMILY WISDOM 86
iv Contents.CHAPTER VIII. PAGETHE WRETCHED OLD CHAIR 87THE TWO DOCTORS 93CHAPTER IX.OFF INTO THE COUNTRY 95A HOLIDAY DITTY I02CHAPTER X.THE FARM AND THE GARDEN 103THE DESERT ISLAND 109CHAPTER XI.PLAYING TRICKS .. ITHE PRECIOUS UMBRELLA I. 8CHAPTER XII.THE SMITHY 120TIMOTHY TRIG'S TUSSLE 124CHAPTER XIII.MILKING-PAILS 128THE MILK-MAID 132CHAPTER XIV.LOST IN THE WOOD 133THE GIPSY TINKER 140THE TINKER'S SONG 143CHAPTER XV.THE OLD WATER-BUTT 144A TALE OF A TUB .. 150CHAPTER XVI.CHILDREN'S PLAY 157GOOD-BYE 159
PREFACE.IT will be seen at once that this book is largelymade up of simple child's talk and of small eventspossible in any nursery. It is written solely forchildren, and in deference to a special request for anumber of simple incidents connected with Trades.I venture to hope it may be found interesting tochildren to read, and suggest some fresh modes fortheir amusement.THE AUTHOR.
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PLAYING TRADES.***-CHAPTER I.CAKE AND PIE."You have been very good children," saidmamma, one day, " so now you may put upyour lesson-books and have a good romp.""Oh, thank you, mamma dear," saidthey all, and very soon slates, and copy-books,and lessons were all out of sight." But," said Willie, the eldest boy, "won'tyou come and play with us ?"" Yes, do!" cried Bobby, the next boy,running up to mamma's chair." Yeth, do, muth !" said little Fidget,scrambling on to mamma's lap.The two girls came close up too, andbegan their pretty coaxing.
8 Playing Trades." It will be such fun for you to play withus," said Kitty, the elder one; " and we willpromise not to hurt you, dear mamma."" So which shall it be-Blindman's-buff,or Horses, or Here-we-go-round-the-mul-berry-bush ?" asked Willie."But I am so busy; I can't spare timefor play just now," said mamma."Oh, mamma, I always play when theyask me," put in Polly, the other little girl."Why are you so busy?" asked Bobby,looking up very earnestly."Why," answered she, "this is baking-day, and I told cook I would help her makethe bread, and something else you all likevery much."" Cakes cakes !" they cried."And something else."" Puthy-cat ?" whispered little Fidget." What a goose " cried Willie. " Mammawould not cook our pussy, would you, ma ? "" I saw a pussy-cat all cooked in the shopwhere we buy our cakes," put in Polly."No, my dear," said mamma; "that
Cake and Pie. 9must have been a hare or a rabbit. Butyou have not guessed what I am going tomake-something that is cooked in anoven."" Dumplings! " cried Bobby."Apple pie! " said Kitty."Baked potatoes ?" asked Willie." No, you can't guess, so I must tell you,"said mamma. "I am going to make a famouspie-a pigeon pie-for dinner to-morrow.And now I must go and leave you withnurse."Oh, no," said Bobby; "we will cometoo, and see.""And we will all help," said Kitty."I made a pudding once with some brownpaper," put in Polly.Up jumped all the children round mamma,laughing and talking, and holding her dress,and would not let her go."You said we were good, mamma," arguedWillie, " so do give us this treat.""But which would be the treat," sheasked, " to see the pie made, or to eat it ? "
IO Playing Trades."Both, both!" they cried. " Oh, do letus come '" Very well," said mamma, "so you shall.But you must be quiet and not disturb cook,nor get in the way."So down they all went into the kitchenin high glee, but the cook began to looksorrowful when she saw their bright faces."Oh, if you please, ma'am," said she,"here's the children all pouring down-stairslike brick-bats "And, indeed, the patter of their feet didmake a great noise." Never mind, cook," said the mistress."They have promised to be very good, andso for a treat I have let them come down,for once, to see how beautifully you makethe bread."So the cook smiled, and began to tuck upher sleeves.As for the children, they all stood veryquiet at first, and Fidget was put into achair, where he could see all the sight.There, in a trough of wood, like a washing-
Cake and Pie. Itray, was a great mass of dough, all ready tobe rolled into bread. Very pretty it was tosee the loaves kneaded into shape, and theround top put on to the fat body."That is the head being fixed on," saidBobby; "and now see how much it lookslike fat Aunt Betsy."" Oh, mamma," said Willie, "do push inyour finger to make two eyes and a mouth!"This mamma did, and they ,clapped theirhands at the odd face the loaf made at them;but mamma told them never to make fun offat people, because it was not kind." My wooden doll is not fat, mamma," putin Polly, "and yet I always give her some ofmy bread and milk."" But she does not open her mouth, andeat it," said Willie, "and so, of course, she isstarving."Then mamma made the great pie, andthat was, indeed, a fine sight. The pigeonswere cut up, and some pieces of beef-steakwere dusted with flour, and then all werequietly laid side by side in the dish, as if they
12 Playing Trades.were going to bed there. But the best of allwas to see the crust rolled, and put over thedish like a thick sheet, and the edge crimpedwith a fork. And then mamma was so goodas to mark the crust with the letters of thechildren's names."But what is that stick for?" askedBobby, when he first saw the rolling-pin." Is it to beat the crust for not doing whatyou want ?"" No," said mamma, " it is for pressingthe dough, and making it smooth and even,and the shape I want for the dish."Well, great fun it was to see all this; butall the time the boys and girls wanted to puta finger in the pie, and help their mamma.Sometimes, indeed, they came so near thatcook began to fidget and look very glum." Ma'am," said she, " if these children docome so near, I shall be whitening 'em allover like a sack of flour.""Oh, we don't mind," said Willie; "itlooks so pretty."" No, stand back, dears," said mamma,
Cake and Pie. 13"and when it is all done, you shall each makea biscuit."And so they did. Mamma rolled uptogether all the odd ends of dough, and eachone cut and rolled out a biscuit, and markedon it the letter of his name. Then they wereready for baking like the rest.And, last of all, the children had a littlefun of their own. Cook went away to attendto the oven, and mamma lent Kitty therolling-pin. Down she went on the floor,and began rolling the tablecloth like crustwith all her might. Polly tucked up hersleeves, and made her arms in a fine mess inthe dough-trough. As for the boys, Williecarried the great pie very carefully to the oven,and gave it to the cook, while Bobby founda dust-pan, and tied it very strongly to theend of a broomstick, to carry one of theloaves as he had seen the cook do. But shewould not let him slip the loaf into theoven, but used a long wooden fork in-stead;" Hadn't the children best go up-stairs
14 Playing Trades.now, ma'am," said she, "before they are allburnt up like cinders ? "" Yes, they are going now," answered themamma.And up they went, and were made tidy,ready for tea with papa, while the cook tookher tea down-stairs." Oh, we have had fine fun," said Willieto papa, as soon as he came home; "we havebeen playing at making bread!" and thenhe told all the story.And after tea papa made them up somerhymes.OUR CAKE.Flour and waterMixed and mingledNutmeg graterGently jingled,Plums and currants,Eggs well beaten,Salt and sugar-Taste and sweeten-Stir and stir it round and round.
Cake and Pie. 15Flour and water,Wine and brandy,Milk and butter,Lemon candy;All things good,And all things nice:A pinch of snuffAnd a pinch of spice-Stir it once more round and round.Here's our cake,Now let it bakeTill it smokes all soundly browned.THE LARGE MEAT PIE.I.There once lived a baker who grew very old;There was nothing he dreaded so much as the cold,Except his fat wife, who was rather a sloven,So all the day long he kept close to his oven.II.Now this little old baker he grew very ill,But no physic would take save a loaf for a pill;And when at the last he felt sure he must die,He made up his mind to bake one more large pie.
16 Playing Trades.III.So a whole butt of water and two sacks of flourHe kneaded to dough in that doleful last hour,And made a crust wide as a white winding-sheet;For this baker he meant his own self for the meat.IV.For he said, "When I'm dead, then for once I'll behot,And a pie for a coffin's a baker's just lot;"So when all was ready he crept safely in,And was baked in his pie and was never more seen.
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CHAPTER II.THE COBBLER'S STALL."WHY, look at your boot, Fidget," cried thenurse one day when they were all out for awalk."It ith not on the wrong foot thithmorning," he answered; "for I athed Bobbywhich wath my right leg."" But there are two buttons off," said hissister Polly, " and it looks very ugly."" Did you pull them off for marbles,Fidget?" asked Bob." No; he must have scraped them off withhis other foot while we stood looking at thestreet-monkey. Don't you do that any more,"said the nurse." My feet will rub againth one another,"answered Fidget; " I never tell them to."" But you must tell them not," said thenurse. "Now we must go to a shop, andB
18 Playing Trades.have some buttons sewn on with wax-end;then they will be strong.""What is a wax-end ?" cried Bobby, di-rectly. " Do you mean ends of wax candles ?""You shall see for yourself," answeredthe kind nurse ; "for here is a cobbler'sshop, and we will ask him to sew on thebuttons."" Oh, what a dear little house to live in !"cried Willie, peeping in at the door.Now the cobbler's house was so small thatthere was only room for one person in it; butthat did not matter, as he lived all by himself ;and it was so low that a man could not standupright in it, but that did not matter, becausethe cobbler was always sitting down; and sonarrow was it that his nose almost hit theglass window when he jerked the stitches withhis arms; but that was the best of it, becausehe could look out of window into the wideworld so easily.So all the children pushed their heads intothe doorway as far as they could, to see thecobbler stitch on the buttons. As for Fidget,
The Cobbler's Stall. 19he had to stand on one leg, and the nurseheld him up by the door-post." What is your name, Mr. Cobbler, if youplease ?" asked Bobby." I go by the name of Wooden Jimmy,"answered the old man, measuring off the longline of hemp as far as his arm would reach, tomake the wax-end." But you are not really made of wood ?"asked Bobby." Part of me is," said the cobbler."I have got a dolly made all of wood,"put in little Polly.The grizzly-haired old cobbler let thehemp fall on his leather apron, and just rolledit with his horny hand, and gave it a pull,and that separated it, leaving a fine end.Then he joined another hemp-line alongsideof this, and another, and another, to make astrong wax-end." Is it the top of your head that is madeof wood?" asked Bob. For there the greyhair was all worn off, and the cobbler's patewas bald and shiny.B 2
20 Playing Trades.At this question Wooden Jimmy's eyestwinkled a little, and he lifted up his long,dirty leather apron, and struck right out onewooden leg, almost knocking Willie over.At this sight all the children looked atone another, and thought of the picture athome of their great grandfather who foughtin a big ship, with an admiral's hat on hishead, and a wooden leg pointing to theenemy; and Bobby stopped asking his ques-tions." It was in the great wars when I foughtalong with the Duke of Wellington," said thebrave old cobbler. "We lost many finesoldiers, and this here leg; but we won thebattle," said he. " Ah, that was a day Thebig guns roared like thunder, and the shotsrained liked hail, and we all fought like mad-men; and so much noise was there, andsmoke, and hurry, that nobody knew till itwas over how many legs and arms he had,or whether he was dead or alive."All this while the cobbler held the looselines of hemp up in his hand, and rubbed
The Cobbler's Stall. 21them with a piece of hard, dark-brown, stickycobbler's wax, to make a good wax-end."So, did the enemy shoot off your leg,please ?" asked Bob, in a whisper."I believe they did, ill luck to them,"answered the cobbler; " unless it was one ofour own cannons by mistake. But it don'tmatter which now."" And could not you ever find it again?"put in little Polly."I did not look for it," answered WoodenJimmy; " it was not worth having."" When I lost my stocking under the bed,I looked for it," Polly went on." Oh, that is different," cried her brotherWillie.Now by this time the cobbler had pickedup a bristle from a little heap by the window,and held it against the fine broken ends ofhemp. Now a bristle is neither more norless than a long hair from a hog's back, andthere it grows, without the pig knowing it,to help the cobbler to make boots and shoes.With his horny hand Wooden Jimmy rolled
22 Playing Trades.the hemp-ends and the end of the bristletogether on his apron, giving a rub every nowand then with the cobbler's wax, and then hejoined on a bristle in the same way at theother end; and there was the wax-end madeat last. Now the points of the bristles are tocreep through the holes in the leather thecobbler makes with his awl, and then he takesfirm hold of the wax-end, and pulls it rightthrough, and gives a jerk, and there is abeautiful stitch made, the strongest in all theworld."What have you got in that blue mugon the shelf behind ?" asked Bob." Nothing," answered Wooden Jimmy." Is it there for ornament, then?" Bobwent on." No; it had the tea for my breakfast,"answered Jimmy; "and when my daughterbrings my dinner she will take it away.""Has she a wooden leg too?" askedBob." Hush!" cried the nurse, "you must notask such questions."
The Cobbler's Stall. 23" But there is not room for her to comein," Bob went on. " Is not your house toosmall ?"" No; that is the beauty of it," said thecobbler. " Don't you see I can reach every-thing all the way round without getting up ?and I can always see where everything is."" But where is your bed, please?" askedBob. " Do you go to sleep on your woodenleg like our turkey-cock, or does your daughterbring you a little bed when she brings thesupper?"" I go home to bed," said the cobbler." You must not ask such questions! " criedthe nurse."But papa says I may always ask if Idon't know, to save me from growing upstupid," said Bob."Your papa should best know the danger,"said Wooden Jimmy." Why ?" asked Bob." Because it is a wise father that knowshis children well," answered the cobbler."Yes, he is wise," said Willie.
24 Playing Trades.By this time the buttons were quite done,and the cobbler had made a fine wax-end togive to Bobby." Thank you," said he; " this is very kind.Now I shall go home and be a cobbler."" Good-bye, Wooden Jimmy," said Willie,making a pretty bow." Good-bye," said all the children.And what fine fun they had when they gothome! They turned their play-room into aregular boot-shop. Polly pretended to be alady, and came in to be fitted. She tried onher sister's boots, and mamma's boots, andnurse's, and all the boots they could find,even to the big pair of jack-boots that papaused to ride in. But none would fit, so shehad her measure taken.As for Willie, he set to work hammering apiece of wood, pretending it was a sole ofleather on a last, and Bob jerked with hiswax-end as he had seen the cobbler." Some day," said he, " I think I will bea real cobbler !"" Oh, no !" cried his sister Katey; "it is
The Cobbler's Stall. 25such dirty work. Did you see the cobbler'shands ?""Well, of course; that is because he isnot a cat," answered Bob, " so he can't sit allday licking his paws to make them clean.""That is not kind of you," said Kitty."You only say that because pa calls meKitten.""Then give me a kiss," answered Bobby,and the quarrel was stopped.THE COBBLER'S SONG.I.Fix the boot well on the last,Hold it in your knees right fast,That's the way!Make a hole now with the awl,Let the wax-ends through it crawl,Stitch away!II.Push the two wax-ends across,Then pull with both your hands, of course,With a jerk!
26 Playing Trades.That's the way the stitches go,And 'tis the very way I showThe cobblers work.THE MERRY COBBLER.There lived an old cobbler alone in his stall,He lived upon nothing, he said, but his awl;Though deeply in debt he made both ends to meet,And with only one leg he had six pairs of feel.All day long, he declared, that he sat at his meals,For his floor was all covered with soles and with 'eels;And the reason he lived to be ninety and past,Was that never he knew how to breathe out his last.
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CHAPTER III.WIGS AND CLIPPING."HAVE not I been good, mamma, a longTimee" said Willie one morning. "I havenot teazed my sisters and the cat, and I havenot broken anything, and I have learnt allmy lessons.""What a fine list of good things," saidhis mamma, giving him a kiss, "and perhapsthat is not all ?"" Oh, no, ma dear," answered Willie,"only it is so hard to recollect those sorts ofthings. But let me think-why, I saw a canof milk on a door-step, and I didn't tip itover, and I played fair at croquet on the lawn,though I wanted my ball nearer a hoop verybadly, and a lot more things; but that isquite enough, isn't it ?"Mamma smiled at this, and said she wasvery well pleased."And you have washed your hands andface very prettily," said she, " so you shall
28 Playing Trades.have a great treat. You are fond of havingyour hair cut, aren't you? so you shall go,and Bobby too."Just then Bobby came into the room, andheard all about this, and both the boys werevery well pleased."But, mamma," said Bob, "our hair is notso long as Kitty's and Polly's. Why shouldnot ours grow long too? ""Oh, fie!" cried Willie. "Then youwould look so silly, and just like a girl."" Then if they look silly with long curls,why aren't they cut off short too ?" Bob asked."Why, then-don't you see ?-there wouldnot be any difference, and nobody could knowa boy from a girl," answered Will." Yes, they could," said his brother, " be-cause they wear dresses and petticoats;couldn't they, mamma? "" My dears, don't you know that boys runabout more than girls, and long hair wouldbe in the way?" their mamma answered."' Boys' sports are more rough and untidy.Besides, girls wear trimmings, and flowers
Wigs and Clihfing. 29and colours, and the long curls look pretty.But we want our boys to be strong andclever."After this talk the two boys went off withthe nurse to Mr. Clip's shop.Down sat Willie on a chair before alooking-glass, and cried out, "I'll be donefirst, because I am the eldest.""No," said Bobby, " I ought to be donefirst, because my hair is the longest."They argued this matter a long time tillMr. Clip came up, and said that whicheverhad his hair cut first, his pleasure would beover the soonest.Then they both wanted to be last."Shall we toss up for it ?" asked Bobby." No!" cried the nurse, "or mamma willbe grieved."But, by this time, up came Mr. Clip withhis long scissors and brushes sticking in thepockets of his white apron, and with a longwhite sheet in his hand." Young gentlemen," said the barber, "asit does not particularly matter which is done
30 Playing Trades.first, please allow me to begin with the onealready on the chair."So Bobby sat looking on to see all thatMr. Clip did. Snip, snip, snip, went the bigscissors, and the little patches of hair fellon the white sheet in which Willie waswrapped."You do look a guy," said Bob, "justlike a ghost."Willie bobbed up his head to look in theglass, and almost scratched against the sharpscissors."A little more and I should have clippedyour ear off," said Mr. Clip, screwing downWillie's head in a very uncomfortable manner." And please, Master Bobby, do not talk toyour brother."" Very well," said Bob, " then please, Mr.Clip, what were you doing to that old gentle-man when we came in? Why did you pushhis head into the basin, and froth him all overwith soap ?"" Why, to wash it," answered the barber;"that is what we call shampooing."
Wigs and Clipping. 31" Dear me! " said Bobby "but whydoes he not wash it at home ?""You can't wash everything at home,"answered Mr. Clip."No, mamma sends a great many thingsto the washerwoman," said Bob; "and isthat why he brings his head here ?""Why, of course he could not send itwithout cutting it off," put in Willie, turninghis head again." I am afraid I shall cut a piece of yourhead off, unless you are more still," saidMr. Clip, screwing Willie's head downagain."I shall get off my chair, and see whatthere is in the room," said Bob. " Oh, Mr.Clip, what a lot of fine wigs you have !"There was a case with a glass door full ofwigs little and big, plain and frizzed, with longcurls and short, black and brown and red,yellow and grey, fine like gold, and white assilver. There were curls of all shades, andtresses of hair of all shapes, and splendidmoustaches, fierce and fine.
32 Playing Trades." Are these taken off dead people, and keptfor show? " asked Bobby."They are for show on the heads of anyone who likes to buy them," answered Mr.Clip. " And let me tell you they are so finelymade that no one can tell they are false whenthey are put on.""Oh, then, will you please put me on along beard like papa's!" cried Bobby. "Iwant to look old so much, and then I couldstop up with the old people, and not be sentoff to bed."" But everybody would know what a littleboy you are, when they saw your knicker-bockers," said Willie; " besides, I don't sup-pose pa and ma would forget."By this time Willie got up, for Mr. Cliphad finished cutting his hair, and Bobby satdown in his place.Meanwhile Willie began to read out louda label on a squabby, long-necked, greenbottle. This was it-"The Magic Wash. For restoring thenatural hair in all cases of baldness. To be
IWigs and Clipping. 33rubbed on morning and evening till the hairreappears."Just then a short fat lady came into theshop out of the parlour, and beckoned to speakto Mr. Clip. Now this lady had a very kindface, but it was very large, and her cap was onone side, and showed that she was very bald."Is that a lady come to have her headrubbed ?" asked Bobby, as soon as the barbercame back." No," said he, " it is my wife."" But here is a bottle that would make herhair grow, wouldn't it?" said Willie, holdingout the Magic Wash." Hold your head still," said Mr. Clip toBobby, screwing it down."Yes," said he, " but I can go on talkingall the same. Perhaps your wife will not usethat bottle because she likes to look bald andold ? Is that it, please ?""You must not ask such questions," criedthe nurse." I can't talk just now," said the barber,"for fear of clipping your ear off."C
34 Playing Trades.Well, as soon as they got home, the twoboys ran up-stairs, and told their sisters wherethey had been, and how pleasant it was tohave the hair cut."Oh, I wish I had been too," cried Polly."I shall ask mamma to take me," saidKitty." Oh, you need not do that," answeredWillie, " for we know all about it now, andcan do your hair just as well."" Really! " said Polly."That we can," said Bobby, "so comealong into papa's dressing-room."Off they all went, and a fine mess theymade.Kitty sat up on a chair with her head overa basin, and screamed out while Bobbysqueezed a sponge of cold water over her."That is not right of you," said Bobby,"the old gentleman did not make a noise."Then he rubbed the soap over till herhair was all in a froth.As for Polly, she sat as still as she couldon another chair, while Willie combed her
Wigs and Clzpping. 35long hair; but she could not help crying",'Oh!" now and then, when her brothertugged her rather hard." I don't think I will cut off much to-day,"said Willie, " because our scissors are notbig enough."" No, I won't have any cut off! " cried hissister.Just then the door opened, and who shouldcome in but papa."Odds, bobs! " cried he; "what are youdoing here ?"Then they told him all about it, and hesent them off to the nurse to be made tidy;and then, at tea, the two boys gave an accountof the wigs, and of all they had seen at thebarber's." But," said Bobby, "where does all thehair come from to make the wigs, please ?"" Some, but not much," answered thepapa, " is cut off the heads of women sent toprison; but most of the hair is bought fromvery poor people in England, Germany,France, and other countries."C 2
36 Playing Trades." If you like, I will tell you a story aboutthis, when the things are cleared away," saidmamma." Oh, do-do!" cried all the children. Sowhen everything was cosy and quiet, mammabegan her tale.NANETTAWITH THE CURLS OF GOLD."In a certain pretty village, where thebright corn-fields came down almost to thebacks of the little cottages, and where thewaves of the sea ran almost up to the doorsin front, there lived a poor old woman, whohad no one in the world to love her excepther daughter Nanetta. But in fact she didnot need any one else to care for her, forNanetta was good and gentle, and merry ofheart, and sang pretty songs over her work;and she had the most beautiful long, silky,flaxen hair, like a veil of golden sunshine."' You are the comfort of my life, Nanetta,'said the old mother, 'and when I look at
Wigs and Czlippizg. 37your sweet face, and stroke your curls of gold,I forget all my troubles.'" For indeed many troubles had she had.Her husband, who was called Long Jakes,because his arms were so long, was drownedin a storm out at sea, and nothing was everfound of him except his blue cotton cap andthe broken rudder of his fishing-boat. Then,two years after, her big son, Daring Jakes,was lost at sea in trying to save some poorshipwrecked sailors; but his body was washedashore, and everybody in all the village fol-lowed it to the grave. Since then the oldmother had lived with Nanetta in a little cot-tage, earning their bread by knitting jacketsand stockings. And very happy they were,except when the great winds blew, and theawful waves dashed and thundered on thebeach; for then they remembered how cruellythe storms had served them of old, and theold mother would sit still and cry, and Nanettawould kneel down and pray for the poorsailors out on the deep." Now in this village there was a young
38 Playing Trades.fisherman called Bluff Ted, because he wasso hearty, and strong, and plain-spoken; and,in his heart, he deeply loved sweet Nanettawith the golden curls."'She shall be my little wife,' said he,'and then I shall have sunshine even in thedepths of winter.'" So one day he asked her to walk down onthe beach, and there he showed her a prettycottage just built, with roses beginning toclimb over the door."'This cottage,' said he, 'have I built foryou, Nanetta, if you will be my wife; andthere's a little room where your mother shalllive. What do you say?'" But Nanetta could say nothing, she wasso happy. Sohebent down and gave herakiss,and home they walked, arm in arm, together."'One more long fishing journey must Itake,' said he, 'to get money to buy our tablesand chairs, and pretty cups and saucers, andthen will we be married. So give me onegolden curl to kiss every day while I am faraway on the sea.'
Wigs and Clipping. 39"So Nanetta cut off a gold curl, and everyday she knelt down and prayed for Bluff Ted,and very often while she was at her knitting,too, while he was far away, gone to catchthe cod-fish."But soon there came a dreadful storm,and the windows rattled with fear, and thewinds roared and groaned, and the vastwaves rolled high, like mountains coveredwith snowy froth, and dashed on the beachwith a noise of thunder."And the poor old mother shook andtrembled, and thought of sad old times, andof Bluff Ted, far on the deep, and wept fullsore, and could not speak for sorrow, and fellvery ill."And now came bitter trouble, for all dayand night Nanetta waited on her sick mother,and could scarcely do a stitch of work; andthey were very poor, and had no money intheir purse, and no bread in the cupboard.Moreover, the doctor said that every day thesick mother must have beef-tea, and a littlewine, and a bit of meat or fish to eat.
40 Playing Trades."' But I won't have fish,' said the old wo-man; 'for that comes out of the cruel sea.'" 'And now whatever shall I do?' saidNanetta to herself one day while she watchedher poor mother in bed. I have sold ourclock, and my Sunday gown, and my prettyear-rings, to buy a little food and wine. Icannot ask our neighbours to help us, for theyare all so poor. Oh, if my Ted would onlycome back! But that dreadful storm, per-haps, has killed him, and I shall never seehim more!'"Then she had a good cry, and kneltdown to pray, and began to think again whatshe should do."'I know-I know!' she said to herself;'I will go up to Moiling-town!'" So she called in a neighbour to sit withher mother, and off she journeyed to Moiling-town." Now this is where she took her knittingfor sale; and this is where she often went onSunday to the grand old grey church. Thereshe used to sit and sing, with a white village
Wigs and Cli5pping. 41cap on her head, and her long golden hair"round her face, like one of the saints in thepainted window. And many a time she hadprayed there for the sailors on the deep."Well, one day Mr. Bonnycheek, the chiefbarber of Moiling-town, said that he wouldlike to buy her beautiful long hair to make awig; but she shook her head."' Thirty shillings will I give you for it,'said he; 'and think what a lot of fine rib-bons you can buy with that!'"'No, thank you, sir,' said she; for sheknew that Bluff Ted loved her golden curlsmore than all the fine ribbons in the world." But things were changed now, and Nan-etta wanted the money to buy a little wine andmeat, to save her poor mother from sinkingto death." So off she went to Mr. Bonnycheek's shop,and told him she would sell her hair for herdear old mother's sake."' Then,' said he, 'two golden sovereignswill I give you, for your mother's sake, foryour golden hair, and may good luck soon
42 Playing Trades.come back to you from over the sea:' for Mr.Bonnycheek had a kind heart." Then home went Nanetta again with hergold hair very short under her cap, and tookcare of her old mother, and nursed her up wellwith the money, and was very glad when shebegan to get better; but for all that felt sadin heart at the loss of her long hair. For,'said she, what will Ted say when he sees melike this ? He will say I am not his Nanettaat all, and will run away from me off to thegreat sea again.'"Well, one night while she was sadlythinking all this, rap-rap comes at the door,and who should rush in but Bluff Ted, notdrowned at all, but strong and sunburnt, witha great joy shining in his merry blue eyes."' Why, Nanetta, how pale you look hecried, and clasped her in his arms, and gaveher many kisses." There! you look better now!' said he, forindeed her blushes made her cheeks like roses."' But,' she whispered, 'I am afraid youwill not love me now.'
JWigs and Cpping. 43"' Why, my sweet Nanetta ? have you beendoing something very wicked?' he asked." Don't you see,' she answered, 'I havehad all my curls cut off? But indeed it wasbecause my poor mother was ill, and I wantedsome money to help her.' And then she toldall the story."'Why, you dear good girl!' cried BluffTed, I love you better than ever for this !' andno one can say how many kisses he gave her."So very soon they were married, and veryhappily they lived in the pretty cottage, withthe old lady in her little room, and Bluff Teddid not go on any long voyages again."And as for Nanetta's fine gold hair, bydegrees it grew again as long as before, andalways there was sunshine in the little cottage,even in the depths of winter.""Thank you, mamma!" cried the children;" and now, papa, you ought to tell us a storytoo."" Very well," said he; " shake yourselvesand sit down in your places and then I'llbegin."
44 Playing Trades.LADY CELESTINAAND THE GOLDEN LOCKS."In a certain city, where the rich peoplekept on dressing themselves all day, becausethey had nothing else to do, and liked to lookvery fine, there lived a young lady, namedCelestina, with a thin head of hair of a whitey-brown colour." Nobody takes any notice of me,' she saidto herself sadly one day; I go to all the ballsI can, and flower-shows, and concerts, andchurches, but it is all of no use; I might justas well stay at home. I know what I will do!'"With these words off she went to the firsthairdresser's in the town and asked him toshow her the very finest wig that he had." I have just got ready the most lovely wigof long flaxen hair that ever was seen,' saidMr. Bonnycheek, for that happened to be hisname. And with these words he showedLady Celestina a mass of silky pale gold curls,like a veil of trailing sunshine.
Wigs and Cliping. 45"'Oh, that is beautiful!' cried the lady.So she had her own hair dyed to match, andthen the long gold curls were fixed cleverlyon, and every day Lady Celestina drove in thepark in her carriage, and went to every placeto be seen, to make people notice her fine headof hair."Now in those parts there lived a noble,with a great park and a castle, called Lord BillNilly, and one day, on the promenade, he felldeeply in love with Lady Celestina's longlocks of gold."' That lady will I have for my wife,' saidhe; 'for she has more hair than any one inthe town, and the colour of it is as rare asgold.'" So Lord Bill Nilly found out her name,and went to a ball and danced with her, andsat down by her side in the park to hear aband, looking at her lovely hair all the time,until at last my lord asked her to come to agreat picnic at Nilly Castle."'Then,' said he to himself, 'when shehas seen my grand place, I will ask her to be
46 Playing Trades.my bride; for her lovely hair will suit my finerooms, all decorated with gold.'" So when the day came, Lady Celestmahad her golden locks frizzed up with morecare than ever before, for she said in herheart, 'I know Lord Bill Nilly means to askme to be his bride, and then I shall be thelady over a fine castle.'" Well, all the grand ladies and nobles ofthe city came to the picnic, and every one ad-mired the fine locks of gold, and knew that LordBill Nilly was deeply in love with them fromthe way in which he behaved. And then, inthe very midst of the picnic, my Lord BillNilly gave his arm to Lady Celestina, and ledher up the winding-stair of a tower to see allhis grand place, and what a fine lord he was." But all that day little puffs of wind keptblowing, and even on the lawn Lady Celestinawas afraid something might happen, for herhair was frizzed up very high indeed. So,when my lady found herself on the top of thetower she hoped in her heart that no greatpuff of wind would come.
Wigs and Clijing. 47"' My dear Lady Celestina,' said Lord BillNilly, when he had shown her what a fine lordhe was, 'do you think you would like to bethe lady of such a place as this ?' and all thewhile he was stroking very gently the curlingends of the fine gold hair. But just then agreat puff of wind came and caught the frizzywig."'Oh, dear, dear, dear!' screamed LadyCelestina, putting up her hands to save it." But she was too late. Off went the wig,with the long curling hair spread out in thewind; off it went from the top of the tower,falling lower and lower before all the grandpeople; and there was Lady Celestina left bythe side of my lord, with only a tiny bonneton, and a little thin, dyed hair."'Oh, what shall I do? What did youbring me up here for?' cried the poor lady.SI am so ashamed, I can never go down !'" Now the grand folks soon saw what itwas floating down from the tower, and someof them rudely began to laugh, for they hadfelt a great envy of the fine hair. And then
48 Playing Trades.one lady caught the wig on her parasol, andcarried it up the tower again." But Lady Celestina only tucked it in herpocket, and went out of the castle by the back-door, and left that fine town altogether, forshe was ashamed to be seen there any more."As for Lord Bill Nilly, all he said wasthis: 'Who could have thought I was onlyin love with a wig?'"
ILIITHE ,TTTLE HATTERS.
CHAPTER IV.THE UNHAPPY HAT.IT is very hard for boys and girls to livewithout a little mischief. This is partly be-cause their limbs are so young and sprightly,that they can't keep still. The lambs friskabout, and the spring leaves and flowers grow,and never stop, and kittens run after theirtails, and tangle reels of cotton, and tip thequiet old pussy mamma over head and heels.And so boys and girls, when they are strongand well, keep moving about all day till theyare tired enough for bed, and find out allmanner of pranks. And very happy this iswhile it is all done in fun, and does nodamage; but it is a great pity if they makeone another cry, or grieve papa and mamma.Well, one day a number of gentlemencame to take dinner with papa, and they lefttheir hats all together in a little room leadingout of the hall." You must be good and quiet to-day,"D
50 Playing Trades.said mamma, "and stop up-stairs with nurse,and make no noise."So they played at marbles in the nursery,and looked through their picture books, andwere very good till nurse took off little Fidgetto put him to bed.Then up got Bobby and peeped out ofthe nursery door." I am tired of being up here," said he,"I shall creep down-stairs."So down he went very slowly.But Willie soon got up off his chair too,and went out on tip-toe, and peeped over thebanisters, and there he saw Bobby on thelanding below, and down he crept too, veryquietly."I wonder where they have gone to," saidKitty; " I shall go and see."Then she peeped down-stairs, and sawWillie on the landing below, and down shecrept too, without making any noise."I don't like being left all alone," saidPolly to herself; "it makes the room lookso big."
The Unhapfpy Hat. 51So out she crept too, and saw her sisteron the landing below; and went down thestairs like a mouse.So there they were all on the stairs, Bobbynear the bottom, and Willie by the drawing-room door, and Kitty half way down, andPolly following after.Bobby got to the bottom first, spyingabout, and there he saw a lot of fine black tallhats in the little room leading out of the hall.So he put his finger to his lips, and beckonedWillie to come in too. And Willie heard atiny creeping on the stairs, and looked up,and saw Kitty, and put his finger to his lips,and beckoned her to come along too. AndKitty did the same to little Polly, and there,at last, all four of them stood as quiet as scare-crows looking at one another in the room ofthe hats.Then so odd all this seemed to Boboythat he put his hand over his mouth, andalmost began to laugh. And Willie held hissides, and Kitty shut her lips very tightly,and Polly stuffed her handkerchief almostD Z
52 Playing Trades.down her throat, and there they all stoodlooking at one another, and ready to burst,like pretty scarecrows shaking in the windwithout a single sound.At last they all got better, though Kittygiggled a little out loud, and then Bobby saidwhat a capital thing it would be to play atmaking hats."I will show you the way," said he, in awhisper, " for I went into a hat-shop withpapa once, and saw the men at work."Then he picked up a glossy hat, andrubbed the nap the wrong way, till it lookedall fluffy and rough." Oh, dear," whispered Kitty, "how dread-ful it looks They will be so angry."" Oh, no, they won't," answered Bobby," for now we will get it smooth again."Then he found Kitty a brush, and showedher how to rub it round and round; and itcame a little better, but still it showed patchesof fluff."Whatever ,shall we do?" said Kitty;" they will be so angry, for it is quite spoilt."
The Unhafpy Hat. 53Then Bobby thought a little, and said thathe remembered the man smoothed the hatswith a flat iron. So down he crept on tip-toe into the kitchen, and managed to carry offan iron from the dresser without being seen.But it was quite cold, and neither he norKitty could make the poor hat come right.But in the meantime Fidget was put tobed, and the nurse came back to the children,but could find them nowhere, no, though shelooked in cupboards, and boxes, and underthe beds, and behind the curtains, and in allthe hiding-places she could think of." I suppose they have been taken into thedrawing-room," thought she; "but I amafraid they were not very tidy."Just then the bell rang, and she madesure it was to take the children away again.So off went the nurse to the drawing-room,but not a single child was to be seen; sothere she stood holding on to the handle ofthe door, with her eyes and her mouth wideopen.Then up rose the mistress, and said to
The Unhappy Hat. 55was, they all felt very sorry, and the twolittle girls began.to cry." We won't do it any more," said Willie;"but, indeed, we did not think it was sonaughty."Then mamma said she did not believethey had meant any harm, and she said thesewords:-" Evil is wroughtFor want of thought,As well as want of heart.'And now," said she, "you must all gostraight off to bed, and this you must doquietly to show you are sorry.""Very well, mamma," said Bobby, "butI am the worst; I have been a very bad boy.I led them all down-stairs, and, oh, dearmamma, I have spoilt this hat; for it willnot come smooth again."And then he explained all they had done.And the poor hat really would not come rightagain, though mamma tried her best too." There is only one thing left to be done,"said mamma; "you must come in vith me
54 Playing Trades.her, in a whisper, " Nurse, whatever is thematter ?""Oh, the children!" she gasped. "Theyare lost! They are all gone!""Nonsense," said the mamma,-gently;" we will soon find them;" but in her heartshe felt a great fear.So into every room tney looked, from thetop of the house to the bottom, till they cameto the little room of the hats.And there a fine sight met their eyesWillie was trying on the hats to see whichfitted him best, but they all slipped on to hisshoulders. Polly was pulling up a lining tosee what was underneath, Kitty was ironinga very smooth hat with the cold flat iron, andBobby was pointing out a fluffy patch onthe poor hat that would not come right." My dear children !" cried the mamma,"this is very wrong of you !" and then sheexplained, in a sad voice, what fear she andnurse had felt, and how naughty it was ofthem to be disobedient.And when they saw how grieved mamma
56 Playing Trades.and ask the gentleman whose hat it is, andbeg pardon.""Oh, how dreadful !" cried little Polly;"but you won't let him hurt Bobby, will you,ma?"Then the children waited outside withnurse, as quiet as mice, and afraid everymoment to hear Bobby beaten. And in wenthe with his mamma, and hung down his headwith shame, and could not speak a singleword.So mamma kindly did this for him, andtold the gentleman he had come -to begpardon; and the gentleman answered in avery kind voice, that he could see Bobby haddone his best to make the hat smooth again,and so he freely forgave him.And Bobby tried to say thank you, buthis sobs stopped him, and out he came withmamma, and asked her to kiss him just once;and then he said his prayers, and off he wentto bed, saying to himself that he would neverlearn to be a hatter.
The Uznhapy Hat. 57THE LITTLE LEAN HATTER.In a little old shop lived a little lean hatter;He worked all day long with a fidgeting clatter,With irons and brushes, and hot water splatter,While on the round block went his hands pit-a-patter.His greatest delight was to sit at his platter,Though his wife gave him nothing but thin tea andbatter,On which pappy diet he never grew fatter,Indeed than his waistcoat no flounder was flatter." But still, after all," said he, " what does it matter ?A bulkier body my coughing might shatter,And my wife would keep cross even though I couldflatter,Nor would she turn kind if I threw my plate at her.So as of good words I have learnt a small smatter,I'll live till I die," said this lean little hatter.
CHAPTER V.PAPA'S OLD COAT."You seem very fond of playing at trades "said papa, the next morning at breakfast."That we are," answered Willie; "it ismore fun than our regular games."" I am very glad of it," said papa. " Itteaches you to use your eyes and ears to noticethings; and it sharpens your wits, and makesyour fingers clever to imitate what you see.Only you must always be careful not to getinto mischief.""That we will, dear papa," said Bobby;"and when we grow up, we will be so useful.""We will build a house, and make thetables and chairs, and the cups and saucers,and the pictures, and everything, perhaps,"said Willie."When you are shipwrecked on a desertisland, like Robinson Crusoe," said papa." Oh, wouldn't that be fine!" cried Kitty,clapping her hands.
I-ITUE LITTLE TAILORS.
Papa's Old Coat. 59" I hemmed a whole pocket-handkerchiefmyself," put in little Polly."Oh, do let us all go to a desert island,papa!" said Bobby." To begin with," he answered, " we willall go into the country later in the summer.""Oh, how good of you, dear papa!" criedPolly; and she climbed up on papa's kneesto give him a lot of kisses.Well, when papa had gone away to seeto his business, and when the children haddone all their lessons, Willie began to thinkwhat they should do for some fun." Let us do something to please papa,"said Kitty, " because he is so kind.""That we will," said Bobby; "and Ihave thought of a plan. We will mend oneof papa's old coats."So they asked mamma if they might playat being tailors, and she said, "Yes," and offthey went to papa's dressing-room; and soquiet were they that mamma only peepedin once or twice and then left them all tothemselves.
60 Playing Trades.As for Fidget, so restless was he all thisday, that nurse had no peace. He pulleddown her hair, and crawled under the chairand pulled off her boots, and pulled the cat'stail till she scratched him, until at last nursetook him out with her to buy some curl-papersand sugar-stick.So, when all was quiet, Bobby openedpapa's drawers, and took out a lot of things.First, he tried on a pair of trousers, but thelegs were so long that he could not moveabout in them at all, and Polly had to pullthem off again for him. Then he put on ablack dress-coat, but the tail swept along theground almost like a lady's dress, and thesleeves hung over his hands so far that,fumble about as he might, he could feelnothing with them. But for all that, whenhe looked in the glass he was very wellpleased, and said that he looked very muchlike the gentleman whose hat he had rubbedthe wrong way the night before."But it is too long for me," said he."How would it do, Polly, if you were to
Papa's Old Coat. 61take the scissors and cut off these long tails,and cut the arms shorter?""But then it would not fit papa again,"said Willie."Oh, no-no!" cried Kitty, "you mustnot do that; it would be dreadful naughty."" But I did not mean it," Bobby explained;"it was only in fun. I will have my measuretaken for a coat of the right size."Then Polly found a long piece of tape, andbegan taking the measure like a little tailor.Meanwhile Willie had found a loose oldcoat that papa sometimes put on for break-fast in the morning. Now, indeed, this coatwas very old, with holes in the pocket, and asplit in the collar, and a great tear throughthe sleeve, and what colour it used to be washard to say; for now it was rather brownand rather white, and very blue. But so com-fortable was it, and so full of pockets, thatpapa would not give it quite up.Well, Kitty found a needle and thread,and then Willie set to work in deep earnest,stitching away with might and main; and so
62 Playing Trades.much thread did he use that Kitty grew quitetired of threading the needle. But at last thepiece of work was done, and the great gapin the sleeve was gone, and not one hole wasleft in the pockets-no, not so much even asto put the hand in. But Willie did not knowthis, for he stitched up the holes withoutseeing exactly where the needle went."There," cried he, "there's a fine job!Won't papa be pleased! We will show it tohim after tea."Then he got up, and stretched his legs,for he had been sitting on the drawers in thelight of the window, with his legs put oneacross the other like a little tailor, until sostiff were they that they quite ached. Butthis he did not mind at all, so pleased was hewith his fine piece-of work.Well, tea-time came, and papa came home,and asked them what they had been doing,for he could tell from their faces that some-thing had happened; but no one would tellhim, for they said it was a great secret, and hemust please to wait until after tea.
Paa's Old Coat. 63And then they all fetched down the oldcoat, tightly rolled up like a roley-poleypudding, and told their papa how hard theyhad been at work to please him.So they all stood still, holding in theirbreath as if there was a dead body rolled up inthe bundle, while papa cut the strings thatfastened it up. And there, at last, the oldcoat came out, full of big stitches." I am afraid," said Willie, " that some ofthe stitches are rather long, but that is tomake it all the stronger.""And now you must put it on, papa," saidKitty, very gravely.And this he tried to do, pushing his handinto the sleeve, but it would not go up. Hepushed, and pushed, but there ,his handstopped just where the great tear was thatWillie had stitched up." Why, 'you tinkering little tailor," saidpapa, " you have stitched the arm rightthrough."" Have I, papa ?" cried he. " Oh, I am sosorry."
64 Playing Trades.Then mamma took her scissors and cutthe stitches inside to let the arm go in, butthen the great tear opened its wide mouthagain."" There, mamma," cried Kitty; " see whatyou have done! You have spoilt all ourwork.""I tore my frock once, climbing into mychair," put in little Polly.Well, when the armlwere in, papa triedall the pockets, but every ona:'was closed upwith Willie's great stitches."' ."Oh, dear! oh, dea.! I am so sorry!"said he. ,'. Please forgive me, papa, for in-deed I did iot mean to serve your coat sucha trick."But papa was not angry at all; indeed hebegan to laugh, and so did they all, and grewvery merry over Willie's bad stitches." It is but an old coat," said papa, "andcould not well be spoilt; but this mhay teachyou not to try your skill on anything new orgood. But it is no great wonder. Nothingcan be done right without learning."
Paia's Old Coat. 65"And next time you play at trades," saidmamma, "you had better ask me about itfirst, and I will give you some old things touse.THE CLEVER TAILORINow who do you think is the cleverest of men,The lawyer, or soldier, or sailor ?The man with a sword or the man with a pen ?Asked little Snip Stitchit the tailor.II.The first in the world, do you think he's the king,The bishop, or actor, or poet ?The man who can paint or the man who can sing ?Now look up your reason and show it.III.The man unto whom the most court should be paid,Do you think he's the judge or the gaoler ?The prince, parson, baker, or rich man in trade ?Oh, no said Snip Stitchit the tailor.
66 Playing Trades.IV.Why, of course it is he who makes these what theyare,The tumbler, the lord, and the soldier;One man for the pole and one man for the bar-You must not forget when I've told you.V.For you see it is I who do all of these things,I make up the soldier and sailor;I dress the poor bodies up, judges and kings,Said merry Snip Stitchit the tailor.VI.If it was not for me they would all be alike,The beggar as fine as the beadle;So greater than king, poet, pope, and such like,Is Snip Stitchit the man with the needle.
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CHAPTER VI.BUBBLES OF GLASS.THAT was, indeed, a fine day when papa tookthe children to see over a place where all sortsof things were made of glass. At firstmamma thought that little Fidget should stayat home, in case he burnt himself at thefurnace of fire, or broke some of the beautifulthings. But he promised to stand close bypapa's side, and so he went with the rest.And, indeed, so wonderful was the place, andso strange, that all the children kept quitenear to papa and mamma, and did not getinto any trouble at all.They were all taken into a large room,with walls built of bare brick, and with asloping roof with great rafters of wood. Andthis great room was quite round, and alongthe walls were all sorts of tables and shelvesand slabs, some of wood and some of iron,and a great many boxes and bags and trays.But the best of all was the great chimney asE 2
68 Playing Trades.big as a room, built in the middle of this greatplace, for as it went up through the raftersand the roof this chimney grew smaller, butat the bottom it spread out so large thattwelve furnaces like ovens were built in, oneafter the other, all round.So when they first came in the boys creptnearer to papa, and Kitty and Polly heldmamma's hands fast, for the great roundholes leading into these furnace-ovens shoneout with a light brighter than the lamps of arailway, and with so dreadful a heat that noone could stand near them. And the brightlight poured under the dark iron tables, andon to the wide hanging shelves round thewall, and among the crossed rafters, and downa dark passage leading out on one side, cast-ing such thick shadows that the place reallyseemed quite terrible. And then, too, therewere the workmen moving about, all in looseshirts because of the heat, and boys runningquickly like clever little imps, and the lightshone on their faces and arms till the fleshlooked like copper or brass, while some were
Bubbles of Glass. 69in the thick black shadow, making the scenelook more wonderful than any picture ofgoblins or Fairyland." Inside each of these burning round holesthere is a great pot full of melted glass, calledmetal," said the gentleman who came to showthem the works." I dare say you will let the children stayto see something made," said papa; "theywill be quiet, and do no damage."" Certainly," said he; "here is a workmanjust going to make a claret jug."So they all stood still near a wooden seat,and the workman took a long iron rod in hishand called a blow-pipe, for it had a holeright through it, and this he pushed into oneof the blazing bright holes till the end dippedinto a pot of the metal, and then he turned itround and round till there was enough meltedglass sticking at the end, and then he 'pulledit out, and swung the rod right round andround over his head.This was terrible to see, and Polly shuther eyes, for she thought the bright ballIi1
70 Playing Trades.of melted glass would fly off the end of therod. But there it stayed, growing long andround with the swinging, and the workmanheld the rod down, and blew very gently, tilla great bubble of air came inside the glass ball."Whatever is that?" asked Bobby; "itlooks like a new ball of glass creeping intothe other!"" It is air being blown in," answered papa,"to make the glass distend, and form theoutside of the jug."Then the man put this carefully into .thefurnace-mouth again, to melt the glass alittle more, because the air of the roomcooled it, and again he swung it round,and blew into it again, till it came the rightsize and thickness for the jug he was goingto make. And then he sat down on hisseat, and rested his blow-pipe on an iron bar,and kept turning it round and round, whilehe shaped most beautifully the neck and thedelicate lip.Of course, he did not shape it with hishands, for the hot glowing glass would have
Bubbles of Glass. 71burnt him, nor did he use a piece of iron, forhe could not have touched it softly enoughwith that, but he used only a simple piece ofhard wood, shaped something like a clothes'peg, or a pair of nippers.How pretty it was, too, to see the handleput on A clever slim lad, like an imp, cameout of the darkness, and dipped a small rodinto the glass metal in the furnace, andbrought it quickly, and held it near the jug.Then the workman stopped his rod a momentfrom going round, and the lad dipped hislittle ball of melted glass on to the rim ofthe jug, and pulled his piece of glass straightup, and there streamed up a broad ribbon ofglass-just as you may make a [thick threadof treacle, only the glass stopped the sameshape it was drawn out, and the work-man clipped it the length he wanted with apair of scissors, and bent it over to make thehandle, and pressed the end firmly against theside of the jug. Then up he jumped, andput it all again through the glowing hotfurnace-mouth.
72 Playing Trades.Then, last of all, the foot was put onalmost in the same way, and there was thepretty clear glass jug all made. They hadseen it grow in a very few minutes out of alump of melted glass into that beautifulshape." Now, I mean to say," said papa to theworkman, " that the rod in your hands is aswonderful as the wand of a fairy."The workman looked pleased at this. Upcame a boy with a round wooden stick. Theman held his rod straight, and there was thepretty glass jug straight in the air, just stick-ing by the middle of the foot to the roundiron rod." Oh, dear! if it should fall !" cried Kitty."I let my glass mug fall, and it broke,"put in little Polly.The boy pushed his stick gently right intothe jug to hold it up. The workman gavehis rod just one little tap, and off it camefrom the glass foot, and left the jug free." Off with you !-off with you! " criedthe man.
Bubbles of Glass. 73And off ran the boy into the darkness,down the dark passage." Has he gone to pour water in it todrink?" asked Bobby." No-no," said the man; "he has takenit off to the annealing oven, where it willgently cool."" But our oven is to make things hot,"said Bobby." But," said the man, " the fire is put out,and the oven gently grows cool, and all theglass things that are inside it."Well, then the workman wiped the thickdrops off his face; for he was very hot, andsaid that the children might have a turn." Oh, thank you," cried Bobby; " I wouldmuch rather be a glass-blower than a hatter.""Or than a tailor?" asked papa, with asmile."I began when I was not much biggerthan you," said the workman to Bobby."We have to learn everything by degrees, andit takes a long time."Then he dipped the iron pipe into the
74 Playing Trades.metal, and held it down towards the floor.Bobby put one hand on to the round pipe,and put his lips to the blow-hole, and beganto blow gently." Here it comes !-here it comes !" criedKitty.And Bobby blew on till a great bladder ofglass grew on the end of the pipe, twistingup and round and round, in a very odd shape,because Bobby did not blow evenly, until atlast it broke, and a shower of glitteringsparkles fell to the floor.Then each one blew away in his turn,and even little Fidget made a great bladder,too, and so pleased were they all, they wouldhave kept on all day. But now it was timeto go."We are very much obliged to you," saidpapa to the workman, " for the kind troubleyou have taken; and we have used a greatdeal of your time, so please accept a smallpresent; it will buy your children a littletreat, as you have given one to mine.""Thank you," said the workman, "and
Bubbles of Glass. 75that is what I will do with it; for at this hotwork I find that water agrees with me betterthan anything else."" I should like a glass of water, mamma,"put in Polly; " I am so hot."Then they went down the dark passage,and saw the annealing oven, with all sorts ofglass things put there to cool-decanters,vases, and all kinds of ornaments. And thenthey stood for a moment at the door, andtook one long look at the great round glass-house, with its wonderful lights and shadows,and the men twirling the globes of glass, andthe boys, like imps, moving quickly about, andthen out they came from that goblin placeinto the cool fresh open air.When they got home, they all tried toimitate what they had seen by blowing soap-bladders, and papa gave them some oleate ofsoda and glycerine to make their soap-sudswith, and this made the bubbles last a verylong time, and gave them the most brilliantcolours.
Bubbles of Glass. 77III.The prettiest balloon that ever was seen,Blue and gold and pink and green,Bright as a crown on the head of a queen,Clear as glass and round as a ball,Floating so high upon nothing at all-Sure it is wondrously clever !It rises, turns over, goes sailing away;Glitters like jewels within the sun's ray,Then it bursts into nothing. Ah, me! lack-a-day!Burst-lost-and gone for ever !IV.Who would a bubble be,Brighter than rose-buds,Born in a 'bacco-pipe,Burst into soap-suds!
76 Playing Trades.As for Bobby, he tried to show nurse howbottles, and vases, and gas-globes are made,and twirled round a mop to show howturning the glass made it come round; indeed,it was altogether one of the best days thechildren had ever had; and very often didthey talk of the glass-blowing, especiallywhen they made bladders.A SOAP-BUBBLE.I.Pretty balloon-pretty balloon,Up and up and up away !Pretty balloon, sail to the moon,And never come down again, I pray.I.Born in a 'bacco-pipe,Blown by little Mary,Shining bright with soap-sud gems,And ridden by a fairy.
CHAPTER VII.THE FALL.VERY good the boys and girls had been a longtime, minding their lessons, and getting upto no mischief in their play, until at last oneday a very sad thing came to pass that madethem all very unhappy.Papa was out at his office, and mammahad gone to pay a visit, and the nurse was totake the children out for a walk in the park.But the rain came.down and beat against thewindow-panes, and dashed on the pavementin the street like a million bright dancingneedles, and the children had to stay in-doors.Well, little Fidget could not keep still atall, and he grew quite tired of all his gameswith bricks and puzzles, and nothing woulddo but for nurse to turn into a horse, and trotround and round the nursery on her handsand knees, with little Fidget riding on herback. And so kind was nurse that she didnot mind this, and did not mind being beaten
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The Fall. 79with Fidget's little whip, and made a verygood horse indeed.And this was great fun for the other chil-dren too, and Willie harnessed his two sisterswith string, and they played at horses, whileBobby sat astride over the arm of the oldsofa, and whipped a cloud of dust out of it,and pretended he was galloping in the smokeof a battle.But at last Bobby grew tired of this, andwondered what he should do next, until all ofa sudden he thought he should like to have agood climb. Now, there used to hang in thenursery a thick rope, with many knots in it,fixed to the ceiling; but this had been pulleddown, and there it lay in the great cupboard." I know where I can fix it," said he, andhe took the rope out on the landing of thestairs, and managed to tie it very tightly toone of the banisters, and there it hung rightdown that flight of stairs as far as mamma'sbedroom door.And there Bobby stood and took firm holdon the rope, and put his feet on the knots one
8o Playizg Trades.after the other, and passed his hands upwardsone over the other, till he climbed right up.By this time Willie came, with his twohorses, out on the landing to see what wasgoing on." See what a climber I am !" cried Bobby;" I think I shall turn sailor !"Then up jumped nurse with Fidget in herarms, and came to see what was being done." Oh, dear!" cried Kitty; "do go down,Bobby ; I don't like to see you swinging inthe air."" I had a swing once at Aunt Betsy's,"put in little Polly."This is very naughty of you, Bobby!"cried the nurse. "The banisters are notstrong enough to bear you. Go down! Oh,dear! what shall I do?"For indeed the banisters were not strong,and they began to crack and bend.Kitty shut her eyes with fright, and sheand Polly both began to scream." Slip down, Bobby !" cried Willie.But there was not time. The strain on
The Fall 81the wood was too much. Crack, crack! snap,crash! went the top line of banisters, and overwent the wood-work, and down fell Bobby,with a dreadful thump, by mamma's door,and down fell the rope with him, and a lot ofthe wood-work.Then indeed they were all in great trouble.The two girls and Fidget screamed louder thanever, and the nurse rushed down the stairs,crying as if her heart would break, and call-ing out at the same time, " You wickedBobby!"As for Willie, he came down too, withgreat tears in his eyes, but without saying oneword, for his heart was too heavy, and he felttoo much fear. And down he knelt andpicked off the bars of wood that had fallenon his brother.And there lay Bobby quite still, withouteven a groan, for he was stunned by the fall." Do you think he is dead?" whisperedpoor Willie at last, with his heart ready tobreak. " Oh, my poor, poor Bobby!"And the little girls looked down and sawF
82 Playing Trades.their brother lying so still, and cried mostbitterly.But the nurse lifted Bobby up very gentlyand carried him into mamma's room, anddashed his face with cold water till he openedhis eyes." Oh, you're not dead !-you're not dead!"said Willie, crying for grief and laughing forjoy at the same time."Do you feel very much hurt?" askedthe nurse.Then Bobby remembered all that hadhappened, and said, in a stout voice, that hewas not hurt a bit.But nurse said she knew better, and tookoff his jacket and rolled up his shirt-sleeves,and there were great bruises on his arms, andhis back, besides a great lump that began tocome on his head."Oh, that is nothing," said Bobby; "Idon't mind that a bit. I shall go and play athorses, and all that will go away."But the nurse knew better, and would notlet him get up, but kept bathing his head with
The Fall. 83cold water, and wrapped thick pieces of wetlinen over the bruises, and made him be quitestill.As for Willie and the others, they broughttheir picture-books into mamma's room, andsat down and watched their poor brother; andvery quiet indeed they all were the rest of theday, and even little Fidget sat still. Indeed,,they scarcely moved at all till mamma camehome, except when Polly or Kitty crept up toBobby and kissed him, and asked him howhe did now. And he always said he felt verycomfortable indeed, and should be quite welldirectly.But indeed he did not get well again forthree days. Mamma and papa were verygrieved for what had happened, and the tearscame in mamma's eyes as she said, "Whatwould poor mamma have done if her dearBobby had really been killed ?" and thismade him more sorry than all the pain hehad to suffer." This must teach you," said papa, "to bethoughtful always in your play, like a cleverF 2
The Meznding. 85dinner, Willie felt that, at least, he must justpick up the long, bending saw, to look at itsbright teeth, and feel how heavy it was. Andthen he thought he must just see how the teethbegan to bite the great blocks of wood intopieces, and Kitty tried to hold one end of theplank firm, while he rasped with the saw.And then Polly thought she must see howthe long plane is made that licks the woodso smooth and even, and makes the curlingshavings. And perhaps they would have goneon till they had hurt themselves worse thanBobby, for in mischief one thing leads on toanother till sorrow comes; but all in a momentwho should come in but Master Nailer him-self!" Hullo hullo! " cried he; "you haveshort memories but long fingers But whatif you cut your fingers off?"Then they put down the tools, and stoodstill, very much ashamed."I hope you will forgive us, MasterNailer," said Willie, in a low voice.And the carpenter did, and moreover gave
84 Playing Trades.little fellow, and not like a foolish child. Forbanisters were never meant for swinging on,and indeed you risked your life."THE MENDING.WELL, while Bobby was still in his bed, cameMaster Nailer, the carpenter, in his brown-paper hat, and loose flannel jacket, andbrought his basket of tools with him andsome wood, to mend the staircase. Andsuch fun it was for the children to see him atwork, that they would have been very happyif only Bobby had been with them too.Very quietly they watched Master Nailer,and at first did not even touch one of hisfine, shining tools, so much did they thinkof-the ill-hap that had come to their brother.And the carpenter, as well as papa, told them,indeed, they must not, for fear of hurtingthemselves, or the beautiful tools.But when the banisters were nearlymended, and Master Nailer was away at his
86 Playing Trades.Polly one of his paper caps, which she hadput on over her curls.FAMILY WISDOM." It's bad to be silly,"Said wise little Willie;" It's naughty and wicked," said nurse;" At least it's a pity,"Said sweet little Kitty;Said papa, " It is worser than worse."" I've beaten my dolly,"Put in little Polly;"Because it was silly ?" asked ma;"But," said Bobby, "pray why ?Do the stupid ones die ?""They are dying all day," said papa.
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CHAPTER VIII.THE WRETCHED OLD CHAIR.WHILE Bobby was getting well, they all hadsome very happy times, though their gameswere very quiet. They played at Kings ofEngland with cards, and cut out all mannerof figures with paper, and made little paste-board houses, and dressed themselves up asthe doctor, or the clergyman, or their AuntBetsy, or some old lady, and came to payBobby visits, and see how he was. Andthen, in the evening, papa and mamma wouldtell them the most beautiful tales-some alltrue, and some made up.And then at last Bobby could run aboutagain, and his limbs were as lissom as ever,and the pain was all gone away; and, indeed,it was a fine day for them all the first time hewent out with them again in the park.Well, two weeks passed away, and verygood all the boys and girls had been. Soone day papa brought home for the boys a
88 Playing Trades.splendid box of tools, just like MasterNailer's, only smaller, and made on purposefor boys.There was a big saw, and a small one,with glittering teeth, that looked almosthungry to eat into some wood; and threecapital hammers that seemed to want to beginthumping; and files, and nippers, and brad-awls, and chisels sharp and smooth; and aplane with its odd steel tongue in its mouth,and packets of tacks and nails. And papahad brought for his boys, too, a great heap ofwood, some thin and some thick. Will andBobby had not words to say how muchpleased they were, or to thank their papaenough." My dear boys," said he, "you are nowgrowing big, and I want you to grow upclever and handy. You always do yourlessons well, and I want you to enjoy yourplay. These tools will give you plenty to dowhen it is too wet to go out, and all I want isthat you will promise me to try to be verycareful and thoughtful with them, and not
The Wretched Old Chair. 89hurt yourselves, or do any damage to thethings in the house."So they promised as papa wished, andtook a great deal of care of their tools, anddid no mischief. At first mamma felt muchafraid every time the saw went whizzing, orthe hammer began thumping; but when shefound what little men they were, and howcleverly they managed, she did not mind somuch. And soon they had plenty of work toshow papa. They made boxes for their toysand treasures, and a big one as a present fortheir kind nurse, and a coffin for one ofPolly's dead dolls; and carts they made, andstools, and even a very fine ship to sail onthe water.Now down in the back kitchen there wasa chair, covered with dust, that once lived inthe drawing-room. There it lay in a corner,in the dark, in a very miserable position,with a broken back, and one leg off, and verylame in two others. It had, indeed, comedown in the world Up in the drawing-roomit had looked as handsome as the rest, with