Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Half Title
 Title Page
 Table of Contents
 List of Illustrations
 Chapter I: Pleasant anticipati...
 Chapter II: The birth-day
 Chapter III: Grange Farm
 Chapter IV: Fairy Island
 Chapter V: The end of a happy...
 Chapter VI: The broken vase
 Chapter VII: Pet mice
 Chapter VIII: The falsehood...
 Chapter IX: A dangerous advent...
 Chapter X: The little orphan
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Title: Katie Summers
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Title: Katie Summers : a little tale for little readers
Physical Description: 133 p. : ill. ; 14 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Hall, Charles ( Author, Primary )
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Thomas Nelson & Sons ( Publisher )
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Place of Publication: London (67 Chandos Street)
Publication Date: 1875
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Girls -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
    Front Matter
        Page 1
    Half Title
        Page 2
        Page 3
        Page 4
    Title Page
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    Table of Contents
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    List of Illustrations
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    Chapter I: Pleasant anticipations
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    Chapter II: The birth-day
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    Chapter III: Grange Farm
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    Chapter IV: Fairy Island
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    Chapter V: The end of a happy day
        Page 63
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    Chapter VI: The broken vase
        Page 72
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    Chapter VII: Pet mice
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    Chapter VIII: The falsehood discovered
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    Chapter IX: A dangerous adventure
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    Chapter X: The little orphan
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    Back Cover
        Back Cover 1
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SNE afternoon, as they sat quietly playing
on the lawn, Katie Summers said to her
brother, "Harry, do you know to-morrow is
Fanny's birthday, and Aunt Mary has asked
mamma to let us have a holiday, and we are to
spend the day at the farm ? Isn't that delight-
ful ?"
"Yes said Harry, I do like going to Aunt

Katie Summers.

Mary's; there's always such lots of fun there.
What do you like doing best ?"
I don't quite know. It's great fun playing
at hide-and-seek in the shrubbery, and I like
going into the farmyard and feeding the chickens
and pigeons, and seeing the cows milked; and
then the boat! Oh, I think I like the boat
best of all, when old James goes with us, and
rows us as far as the Fairy Island !"
I wonder if we shall go there to-morrow,"
said Harry. I like the boat the best, too, but
next best to that is the hay-field. You can't
think how jolly it is to get on the very top of a
great cart-load of hay, or else to ride on one of
the horses !"
"Ah, yes !" answered Katie; "but then, you
know, Aunt Mary doesn't like me to do that;
she says it isn't proper for little girls to do all
that boys do; but she doesn't mind my playing
with the hay in the field, and that is very plea-
sant. I'm so glad it is haymaking time now."

Pleasant Anticiations.

I hope it will be fine," said Harry, looking
anxiously up into the beautiful blue sky; it
would spoil all the fun if it was wet."
Not all," said Katie, "because there would
be the dear old house to play in, and Fanny has
such a lot of toys."
Yes," answered Harry, in a scornful tone;
" dolls, and cradles, and things of that sort.
They are all very well for girls, but boys can't
play with those stupid things."
No, I suppose not," answered Katie, slowly;
"at least, when they do they always break them.
I remember one day Fanny had a beautiful doll
given her, with real hair all in curls, and wax
arms and legs, and it opened and shut its eyes;
and one day Tom got hold of it when Fanny
was out, and spoiled its hair, and cut open its
head with a large pair of scissors, because he
wanted to see how it was its eyes opened and
shut! Aunt Mary was very angry with him.
She said it was very unkind of him to break

12 Katie Summers.

Fanny's toys, and he wouldn't like it if Fanny
had broken his soldiers or cut open his drum,
or anything of that kind. Tom was very sorry
for it afterwards; and do you know what he
did ? He saved all his money until he had
enough to buy a new head for the doll! Wasn't
that kind of him; and he did it all out of his
own head; nobody ever told him to do it. I do
love Tom, he is always so good-natured; and if
he does do any mischief, he is always so sorry
for it afterwards, and tries to make up for it in
some way or other."
"And what did Fanny say when she found
her doll all spoilt ?" asked Harry.
"Oh! she was in a great rage, and slapped
Tom's face, and called him names, and said she
would never forgive him. Aunt Mary came in
just then, and said how dreadful it was to say
such a thing and to get -into such a passion, and
she sent Fanny away to her room to be quiet
and think over it all; and Tom was punished

Pleasant Anticipations. 13

too; but I didn't hear any more, because
mamma came and took me home. But some
time after I saw Fanny's doll looking quite new
again, and then she told me about Tom buying
it a new head."
At that moment their mamma called to them
from the open window to come in, and they
jumped up at once and ran in-doors.
And now I must tell you a little more about
Katie and Harry Summers. They were the
only children of Mr. and Mrs. Summers, and
they lived in a pretty cottage covered all over
with roses and jessamine. There was a large
garden at the back of the house, and the win-
dows opened out on to the lawn. They each
had a beautiful little donkey to ride-not like
those poor, rough, half-starved creatures you see
on the common, who can't do anything but
walk, no matter how much their cruel masters
beat them. No; the donkeys belonging to
Katie and Harry could trot and gallop almost

14 Katie Summers.

as fast as a pony, and their coats were smooth
and soft, for William, the gardener, took great
pride in them, and brushed them well every day.
At the time this story begins Katie was eight
years old and Harry was seven. They were
both very good little children, and loved each
other very dearly, as brothers and sisters should
Mrs. Summers' brother, Mr. Marchwood, and
Aunt Mary his wife, lived at Grange Farm,
about five miles from Myrtle Lodge, the home
of Mr. and Mrs. Summers. They had four
children-Tom, who was the same age as Katie;
Fanny, who was a year younger; Lucy, who
was four years old; and a little baby boy who
was not yet quite two. The family at the farm
were very fond of the young folks at Myrtle
Lodge, and the greatest possible treat to Katie
and Harry was to spend a long day at the farm,
and that was what they were looking forward
to on the morrow.


N EXT morning, at six o'clock, Katie was
Sawake, and, jumping out of bed, ran to
the window to see what sort of a day it was.
As she pulled aside the curtain she saw the sun
shining across the lawn, and the sky was blue,
and the birds were singing sweetly. Then she
ran to the door of Harry's room and tapped
gently, and called to him, Harry, Harry, make
haste and get up; it's such a lovely day, and I
want to go and gather some flowers to take with
us to-day to the farm."

1", Katie Summers.

"All right," answered Harry, "I'll be ready
as soon as you are;" and away went Katie to
dress herself, for she was a handy little girl,
and could dress herself with very little help
from Sarah.
As soon as the children were ready they went
down stairs, and Sarah gave them each a cup of
fresh milk and a piece of bread and butter, and
each taking a basket they started off to pick the
sweetest flowers they could find.
I wish I could reach that piece of jessa-
mine," said Katie; none of these pieces down
lower are nearly so large, and Aunt Mary is so
fond of it."
"Oh, I'll soon get it," said Harry, and off he
started to the dining-room, but soon came back
looking very angry.
"What is the matter, Harry ?" said Katie.
"That Sarah is a nasty, horrid, disagreeable
old thing, and I hate her," said Harry, angrily.
"I wanted her to let me have a chair to stand

The Birth-day.

on to reach the jessamine, and she wouldn't let
me have it, nasty old thing."
Oh, don't say that, Harry, dear," said Katie,
going up to him and putting her arm lovingly
round his neck. "You know mamma doesn't
allow those chairs to be brought into the garden,
so of course Sarah couldn't let you have it;
and I'm sure she isn't cross, for she is always
ready to do all she can to please us. Never
mind the jessamine, I will pick all I can reach;
though it isn't so large as the other, it smells
just as nice; and I'm sure Aunt Mary would
rather be without it than that we should get it
by doing what is wrong."
That's right, my little woman," said a voice
behind them, and, turning round, they saw their
papa. They ran to him for their morning kiss,
and then each taking a hand they walked beside
him. I am glad to see, my little Katie, that
you have sense enough to give up cheerfully
what you cannot obtain, and that you see it is

Katie Summers.

better even to disappoint a person than to do
what is wrong in order to get something that
will please them. But come, let me see if I can
reach this flower that grows so inconveniently
high." So saying they moved to the spot, and,
by the help of a stick, Mr. Summers managed
to reach the coveted flower. "There, you see,
Harry even if Sarah had let you take the chair
you wouldn't have been able to reach the flower;
so you would have made Sarah do wrong, and
displeased your mamma, just for nothing. And
because she did her duty you called her names."
Oh, papa, I'm so sorry. I'll go this minute
and beg her pardon."
"Do, my boy; and in future always try and
remember to be civil and kind to those who
wait upon you and serve you."
When they had picked as many flowers as
their baskets would hold, they went to the stable
to see their donkeys, Sandy" and "Mops," and
Mr. Summers gave William orders to have the

The Birth-day.

pony chaise ready by nine o'clock, saying that
he would himself drive the children to the
"Oh, how delightful!" they both exclaimed,
for a drive with papa was a great treat; he
always had so much to tell them, and could
answer their questions so much better than
The children then stroked and patted their
donkeys, and the affectionate creatures rubbed
their noses against their little master and mis-
tress, and seemed quite pleased to see them.
"Oh, papa," said Katie, I've quite forgotten
to save them a piece of my bread. May I go
and get some now ?" And as her papa gave her
leave to do so, off she darted, and soon returned
with a slice, half of which she gave to Harry
for Sandy.
After Mops and Sandy were fed, they went
to the dogs' house, and Mr. Summers opened
the door, and out bounded the great dogs Lynn

Katie Summers.

and Brann and Beauty and Hero; and the two
little dogs from the house, hearing the barking,
came frisking out to join the fun, and a fine
game of romps they all had, poor little Dot and
Pussy getting rolled over and over by the big
dogs; but they were not hurt at all, for the big
dogs were only in play, and took care not to
tread on or bite the little ones. When they
were all tired out the dogs were sent back to
their house, and Mr. Summers and the children
went in to breakfast. They found mamma
down in the dining-room waiting for them.
"How rosy and bright you look, my darlings,"
she said, kissing them. There is nothing like
early rising and fresh morning air for putting
roses into little people's faces; and for making
them hungry, too, I daresay," she added, smiling,
as she placed before them each a basin of bread
and milk. Although Mrs. Summers did not
allow constant chattering at meal times, yet
Katie and Harry were not forbidden to speak

The Birth-day.

if they had anything they wished to say; but
this morning they seemed in too great a hurry
to be off to care to speak, and they had soon
finished their breakfasts. Being well behaved
little children, they did not, as I have seen some
children do, jump down from their seats as soon
as they had finished, but waited patiently until
they had permission to do so.
"You may run away now, my dears," said
Mr. Summers; "I see you are eager to be off,
and I want to speak to your mamma."
The children gladly ran upstairs to their play-
room, and taking down their money boxes,
began counting out their money to see how
much they could afford to spend; for they would
pass through a little town on their way to the
Grange, and Mr. Summers had promised that
they should stop to buy what they wanted.
"I have three shillings," said Katie, and I
want to buy a hat and pair of shoes for Fanny's
doll as a birthday present, and then I want to

Katie Summers.

buy a new table and chairs for my doll's house.
I wonder if I shall have enough money."
"What shall I give her ?" said Harry. I've
only got one shilling and sixpence. I spent
nearly all my money the last time I went to
Hamley with William."
"You might get Fanny a little needle-book
for her workbox, or a yard measure; she wants
both those things, I know," answered Katie.
Putting their money carefully into their
purses, they hastened to get ready for their
drive. The chaise was brought round to the
door as they came down stairs. The baskets of
flowers were carefully stowed away under the
seat. Then the children, after kissing mamma,
jumped in and took their places.
Oil, papa, let me drive till we get to the
town," said Harry.
"Very well, my boy," answered his papa;
"change places with me;" and Harry, with great
delight, took the reins

The Birth-day. 23

The pony was a very steady-going old fellow,
and the children were often allowed to drive
when papa or William was beside them.
It was a splendid day; the sun shone brightly,
and the hedges were covered with wild roses,
honeysuckle, and other wild flowers. The air
was sweet with the scent of them and of the
new-mown hay, and birds were singing in every
bush and tree.
Oh, how beautiful everything is !" exclaimed
Katie. "I wish it was always fine like this."
A very foolish wish, my child; for if it was
always fine we should not have all these flowers
and the freshness which is so pleasant. In very
hot places, where there is rain only at a certain
season, everything gets dried up and parched.
The people are not able to go out of their houses
except in the very early morning, for fear of
getting killed by the heat of the sun; and in the
hottest part of the day everybody is obliged to
lie down and keep quite still."

Katie Summers.

I shouldn't like that," said Katie; "it must
be dreadful to be so very hot."
"There are other places not so hot as India
where they have more fine weather than we have
in England; but even there the people suffer from
the heat during the summer, and those who are
not born there get idle and weak from it."
They soon arrived at the little town of Hamley.
The chaise was stopped at the door of a toy
shop, and the children went in to make their
purchases. The hat and shoes were chosen and
paid for, and the needle-book, too, but Katie
couldn't get the things she wanted for her doll's
house, so they left the shop, and were going to
ask their papa to take them to the other toy
shop, when they saw a poor woman they knew
standing talking to their papa.
He's about as bad as he can be, sir," they
heard her say. The doctor says he can't live
many days now; and indeed I can hardly wish
it, dreadful as it is to part with my darling; for

The Birth-day. 25

he is nothing but a bag of bones, and he suffers
very much."
"Is there anything he wants ?" asked Mr.
Summers, kindly; any nourishing things-
wine, or jelly, or anything of that sort ?"
No, sir, thank you kindly," said Mrs. Thomp-
son, drying her eyes, "he has everything he can
want. The parson and his lady are very kind,
and let him want for nothing; but he had a
wish just now for strawberries, so, as I had to
come to Hamley, I thought I would get him a
few; I've got threepence here on purpose."
Katie waited to hear no more, but ran into a
greengrocer's shop which was next to the toy
shop, and asked the price of a basket of straw-
Sixpence and eightpence a basket, miss,"
answered the woman. "These are quite worth
twopence more," she added, taking down a basket
of the finest, and showing them to the little girl.
And, indeed, they were; they looked so

26 Kalie Summers.

sweet and fresh, and smelt so nice, that Katie
looked rather sadly at her shilling, which was
all she had left.
"They do look nice," she said, "and poor
little Johnny would enjoy them so much. I
should like to get him two baskets, for there are
not many strawberries in one; but I've only a
"Bless your sweet face," said the woman;
"then you shall have the two for a shilling.
And who is little Johnny? is he your brother ?"
No," said Katie, he is a little boy in our vil-
lage, and he is very, very ill, and longs so much
for some strawberries; and his mother was going
to buy him some, but she is poor, and could
only spare threepence. Oh, thank you very
much," she added, as the woman handed her the
baskets of fruit neatly tied up in paper; and,
putting her shilling down on the counter, she
ran back to the chaise, where she found Mrs.
Thompson still talking to Mr. Summers. Katie

The Birth-day. 27

put the parcel into her hands and said, They
are for Johnny, with my love, and I hope he
will like them."
"God bless you, my dear little lady, for your
kindness. Johnny will, indeed, be pleased.
Thank you kindly, miss."
With a kind good-bye to the poor woman,
Mr. Summers drove on.
"Papa," said Katie, "wasn't it kind of the
woman in the shop to let me have the fruit for
a shilling when it ought to have been one
shilling and fourpence ? I told her I had only
a shilling, and that I wanted the strawberries
for a poor sick little boy, and she let me have
"Yes," answered her papa, "it was kind of
her, and I am very pleased to think that my
little girl was so thoughtful for others, and gave
up her own wishes to provide for those of a sick
But, papa, I liked best to give the fruit to

28 Katie Summers.

Johnny, because I can do without the things for
the doll's house. Dolly won't know that the
table is shaky and the chairs are broken," said
Katie, with a merry laugh.
Mr. Summers smiled, pleased and thankful to
find his little girl so thoroughly unselfish and
Harry looked grave and thoughtful.
What is the matter, my boy?" said his papa,
I was wishing, papa, that I had done like
Katie, but I never thought of it. I've only six-
pence left."
"And what are you going to do with it ?"
asked Mr. Summers.
"I was going to buy a whip, but if I can get
anything to please Johnny instead I would
He is very fond of flowers," said Katie.
"Couldn't you get him a little rosebush in a pot ?
He could have it to stand on the little table

The Birth-day. 29

near his bed, and I think he would be pleased
with that."
"What a girl Katie is !" exclaimed Harry,
with admiration; "she always thinks of every-
thing. I expect that is the very thing he would
like, for I remember the last time I saw him he
had some flowers in a little glass on his table,
and he said what a pity it was that they died
so soon when they were picked. But can I get
a rosebush for sixpence ?" said Harry.
We will see," said his papa; and they drove
to a nursery garden.
There was nothing nice to be got under a
shilling, and one very pretty rosebush with two
or three roses in bloom and plenty of buds about
it was one shilling and sixpence.
"Oh, papa, I should so like that one," said
Harry, his face flushing with eagerness.
Katie crept up to her papa and whispered to
him, "Do let him have the money, papa dear."
But Mr. Summers did not think that would

Katie Summers.

be good for his little boy, and he wanted him to
practice self-denial; so he said, "How much
did you give for the present you bought for
Fanny ?"
"A shilling, papa," he answered.
"Well, give me the needle-book, and I will
pay you a shilling for it; then you will be able
to buy the rose, and I will give the needle-book
to Fanny."
Harry hesitated a minute. He thought
Fanny would think him mean if he didn't give
her a present on her birth-day; but then he
thought of poor sick Johnny, and of how he
would enjoy having the beautiful rose; so he
said, Thank you, papa, I should like to have
the rose;" and he gave his papa the little paper
parcel containing the needle-book. Harry then
gave the gardener his sixpence, and Mr. Sum-
mers paid the shilling. The rose was handed
to Harry, who carefully placed it in the chaise,
and they drove off.


n DRIVE of half-an-hour now brought them
XA in sight of Grange Farm. Tom, who was
having a swing on the gate of the farmyard, was
the first to catch sight of the chaise as it drove
up the lane leading to the house. He ran to
meet them, and they all alighted; and, while
one of the farm servants led the pony to the
stable, they walked up to the house. Aunt
Mary was at the door, ready to give them a
hearty welcome.
"We have brought you some flowers, Aunt

32 Katie Summers.

Mary," said Katie, as she and Harry handed the
baskets to their aunt.
"Thank you, my dears, how thoughtful and
kind of you. You know I always think the
flowers from Myrtle Lodge are sweeter than
any others. They are as fresh as if they had
been just gathered; see, some of them are still
quite moist with dew. Ah! there is some of
my favourite jessamine; how sweet it smells!
But come inside and rest;" and she led the way
into the cool, old-fashioned dining-room, where
the table was laid with sweet cake and dishes
of fresh-gathered strawberries.
Fanny now came in, and her uncle kissed her,
and wishing her many happy returns of the day,
gave her the little needle-book and a large
brown paper parcel.
"Many happy returns of the day, Fanny
dear," said Katie, as she thrust her little present
into her cousin's hand.
And then came Harry's turn, and as he kissed

Grange Farm.

her and gave her his good wishes, he turned
very red. I am sorry I haven't got a present
for you, Fanny," he said; "but I spent all my
Oh, never mind," answered his cousin; I
have had such a lot of presents;" and she pro-
ceeded to open the parcels she had just received.
What a beautiful hat for Julia! (that was her
best doll's name); and shoes, too Oh thank
you, Katie dear; they are the very things she
wants. Oh, uncle, how well you have guessed
what I wanted; the needle-book is the very
thing, for I am always losing my needles."
I think you must give Katie the credit for
choosing the right thing," said her uncle; for
it was she who thought of the needle-book."
I wonder what is in this big parcel," said.
Fanny, as she proceeded to untie the string.
"Oh, uncle, how lovely !" she exclaimed, as, on
taking off the paper, she saw two pretty wicker-
work baskets fitted up, one with a doll's tea-

34 Katie Summers.

service, and the other a dinner-service. Inside
one was a little note from her aunt wishing her
every happiness, and hoping she would like the
present she sent her.
The little girl's delight at the sight of the
beautiful things was unbounded; and certainly
the toys were very pretty. The tea and dinner
services were all of plated ware, and shone
brightly as they lay softly nestled in white wad-
ding; the spoons and knives and forks were
gilded, and were fitted into the lids of the
baskets. The baskets themselves were very
pretty, and altogether the present was one that
might well satisfy any little girl.
Oh, papa," said Katie, how clever of you
to keep it quite a secret! I had no idea you
had anything for Fanny except the needle-
After the presents had all been admired again,
they were put aside, and the party sat down to

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"I thought you would be glad of something
to eat," said Aunt Mary, as she helped the
children to strawberries and cake; "for you
have had a drive since your breakfast, and I
know you are as early folks as we are, and for
that reason I expected you an hour ago. What
made you so late ?"
"We started early enough," replied Mr.
Summers, "but we stopped some time in
Hamley. These little people wanted to do
some shopping, and then we met poor Mrs.
Thompson, who seemed in great trouble about
her little boy. He is very ill, and she doesn't
seem to think he will recover. He is her only
child, which of course makes it all the harder
for her to part with him. However, I trust it
is not quite so bad as she fears; and I shall call
and see Dr. Hare on my way back, and see what
he thinks of the child's state."
"Poor little Johnny !" said Mrs. Marchwood;
"I am sorry to hear such a bad account of

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him; he was a dear, bright little fellow. If I
can do anything for him in any way be sure
you let me know."
"Yes, I will," replied her brother, rising.
"And now I must be off."
"What! can't you stay with us to-day ?"
said Aunt Mary. "I had quite counted on
your company."
"I am sorry to disappoint you; and it would
be quite a treat to me to remain," said Mr.
Summers; "but I have some business I must
attend to."
"In that case," answered his sister, I know
it is useless to press you to remain. I will send
the children home this evening by eight o'clock.
j. Nichols shall drive them in the close carriage,
so there will be no fear of their taking cold if
they should fall asleep on the way."
Mr. Summers then said good-bye to them all,
and bid Harry and Katie be good, and not give
any trouble to their aunt.

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"Shall I take your rosebush home, Harry ?"
he asked. "I think it would be safer."
"Yes, please, papa; and will you take it to
Johnny ?"
"No, my dear, you shall take it to him your-
self to-morrow. I would not deprive you of
the pleasure of seeing his face brighten up at
the sight of the pretty flower. Once more,
good-bye, all of you, and may you have a very
pleasant day."
"And now," said Aunt Mary, "Tom and
Harry had better go and see if Nichols is ready
with the boat; and, Fanny, you can take Katie
upstairs with you while you get ready."
Out rushed Tom and Harry ready for any
fun, and the little girls went upstairs to the
"A kiss for me, baby!" cried Katie, as the
little fellow ran toddling up to her.
Oh, Cousin Katie, said little Lucy, "look at
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38 Katie Summers.

chair, and her nose is all broken. I don't think
it hurt her, though, for she didn't cry !"
"No," said Katie, laughing, I don't suppose
it did; but give her to me, I think I can make
her look a little better;" and Katie smoothed
the doll's hair, and washed off some of the dirt
from her face, and in a few minutes dolly looked
quite smart again, in spite of her broken nose.
Come, Miss Lucy," said nurse, "I want to
dress you, for you are to go out in the boat with
all the others."
Oh, what fun! what fun 1" cried little Lucy,
clapping her hands, and dancing about with
glee. "And is baby coming too ?"
"No," said nurse, "not to-day; baby can go
some other time, when there are not quite so
many going."
And now Fanny and Lucy being ready they
all went down stairs. Mrs. Marchwood was
ready waiting for them at the door.
Come, my dears, it's time we started," she

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said. "Fanny, my dear, you must carry this
basket; and, Katie, will you take this one ?"
"I want one too, mamma," said little Lucy.
"I am afraid you could hardly be trusted to
take one," said her mamma; but she added,
seeing her little girl looked disappointed, "you
shall help me to carry mine," and she held it
down so that the little girl could hold one of the
They walked down the garden, at the bottom
of which ran a river, and there they found
Uncle John and the two boys. Two pretty
boats were drawn up to the steps which led
down to the water, and Uncle John was busy
putting hampers and shawls into one of
"Now, then, jump in," he cried-" mamma,
Katie, Fanny, Lucy, and Nichols in this one,
and Harry, Tom, myself, and the hampers in the
other. You go first and we will follow. Now,
guess, where are we off to ?"

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"The Fairy Island! the Fairy Island!" they
all cried at once.
Right," said Uncle John, "we are going to
the Fairy Island; and what's more, we are going
to have dinner there, and I shouldn't wonder if
the good fairy of the place gave us tea too; eh,
mamma ?"
Perhaps, if we behave very well," said Mrs.
Is there a real live fairy there ?" said Lucy,
opening wide her blue eyes. "Oh, mamma! I
should like to see her; perhaps she could mend
my dolly for me."
The children all laughed.
"Why, you little goosie," said Katie, don't
you know that your mamma is the good fairy of
Fairy Island? Tie island is Uncle John's very
own, because he bought it; and we call Aunt
Mary the good fairy, because she is always
giving us such nice treats there."
But she hasn't got wings and short frocks

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and a pretty stick with a star on the top, like
the fairy in my picture-book," said Lucy, still
quite puzzled as to how her mamma in a
long frock and bonnet and shawl could pos-
sibly be a fairy.
Ah! but your fairy lived a great while ago,"
said Fanny, and the fairies who live now don't
dress as they used to do then."
It was very pleasant that warm summer
morning to sit quietly in the boats as they
glided gently along. The children let their
hands hang over the side of the boat into the
cool water. The trees on each side of the stream
dipped down into it, and gave a pleasant shade,
and the water lilies rocked gently as the tide
and wind passed along; the banks were covered
with forget-me-nots; but Mr. Marchwood did
not allow the boats to be stopped for the
children to gather them, as there were plenty in
Fairy Island, and numbers of other wild flowers

i ,, -.. -. ~ '* ., _'

of the landing-place ; and a lovely spot it .was-a
small green island in the middle of the stream,
thickly wooded with trees and bushes, and
cheerful with the songs of birds, while bright-
coloured flowers peeped up, through the ferns
and moss which covered the island. The water
near the shore was so clear that you could
watch the little fish darting about, and could
see the smooth pebbles at the bottom. Mr.
see the smooth pebbles at the bottom. Mr.

Fairy Island. 43

Marchwood had caused some landing-steps to
be placed in a convenient spot, and there the
boats were made fast, and all the party got out.
The hampers were then landed and carried up
to a place that seemed to have been made on
purpose for a picnic, as Katie said. The grass
was as smooth as velvet, and there were no ups
and downs, and the trees arched overhead, leav-
ing here and there little peeps of the beautiful
blue sky.
"Now, then, to work," said Mrs. March-
wood; andwhile Uncle John opened the hampers,
she and the children began to spread the cloth.
What a wonderful fairy it was who had packed
those hampers; she seemed to have forgotten
nothing-the knives and forks and glasses were
all there, and the pepper and salt and mustard
and sugar. There was a pigeon-pie, and fowls,
and ham, a -currant and raspberry tart, and a
cherry tart, a bottle of creail, and a custard;
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44 Katie Summers.

vinegar, all ready mixed with water; and
baskets of strawberries and cherries. It was,
indeed, a feast and the little folks sat down to
it with good appetites.
When dinner was finished, Mr. Marchwood
called Nichols to come and get his share, and
Mrs. Marchwood and the three little girls
wandered away further into the island to
gather wild flowers and moss, while Mr.
Marchwood and the boys went off in another
Oh, auntie, auntie !" cried Katie, "do come
here; see what I have found !" and Mrs. March-
wood, coming up to her little niece, found her
bending over a little bird, which, though it
seemed rather frightened and fluttered, didn't
fly away.
It is a thrush," said her aunt, taking it up
very gently. Ah poor little thing, its leg is
broken. John, John!" she called; and her
husband hearing her came back quickly. "See !

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here is a poor bird with its leg broken; can you
do anything for it ?"
Yes, I think I can manage that," said Uncle
John; and he made some tiny splints and bound
them on to the broken leg with some fine grass,
and then made all tight with some threads Mrs.
Marchwood took from the fringe of her shawl.
Mrs. Marchwood then made a little basket
soft with moss and leaves, and laid the thrush
in it; and Katie ran and fetched some crumbs
of bread and a fine ripe strawberry, and put
them down beside the bird in the basket; but
though Master Dick seemed quite to understand
how kind they had all been, and gave faint little
chirps to show his gratitude, I suppose, still he
didn't attempt to eat.
Ah! I think I know what he would like
better even than crumbs and strawberries," said
Uncle John, and taking his gardening knife out
of his pocket he began to dig up the earth.
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46 Katie Summers.

fellow," he said, holding it half-an-inch from the
bird's mouth. The temptation was too great to
be resisted, and the thrush stretched out his
neck, opened his beak, and down went the worm.
You will do now, my fine fellow," said Uncle
John; I see you are not dying;" and with a
warning to the little girls to keep him quiet and
not frighten him, Uncle John went off to the
"And now, my dears," said Aunt Mary, when
the little girls were tired of gathering flowers,
" if you will come and sit down by me and rest
yourselves, I will read you a little story I have
brought with me."
Oh, that will be nice!" cried the children,
and they settled themselves to listen.
Is it a story you wrote yourself ?" said Katie,
as her aunt drew a roll of neatly-written manu-
script from her pocket.
"No, my dear, it was written by a dear sister
of mine many, many years ago; and in looking

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over an old desk of hers yesterday I found it,
and I thought it would be the very thing to
bring here to-day to amuse you when you were
tired of play."

"I can't say I remember much of my very
early days, or of the place where I was born
(and this is not surprising, for I was quite blind
for nine days, and could only grope about in the
dark and mew); but my mistress has often told
me that I was born in a cupboard in the kitchen
of a house in Pelham Crescent, Hastings. The
first thing I can recollect was being taken up
by the neck much less gently than my mother
used to take me, and being carried up a long,
long flight of stairs to a large room where some
ladies were sitting. It seemed quite a long
journey to me then, for it was the first time I
had been even outside the kitchen cupboard,

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and everything looked so strange I couldn't
make it out at all. My eyes were only just
open, so I had seen very little even of the
kitchen, and there was so much to look at in
this big room that I grew quite giddy and stupid
as I looked round. My only comfort was that
my dear brother Mac was with me. He was a
good deal bigger than I was, although we were
just the same age; but he was always considered
a very fine handsome fellow, whereas I was
quite an ordinary kitten.
But to return to my first visit to the draw-
ing-room-as I afterwards found the big room
upstairs was called-where I had many a merry
game of play with my dear Mac.
"The two young ladies who were sitting in
the drawing-room jumped up when we were
carried in, and came and stroked and kissed us,
calling us 'darlings' and 'lovely kittens' and
'beauties,' till I really think I was beginning to
feel vain, when one of the young ladies said, as

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she stroked my brother, 'This is a fine fellow;
he is far prettier than the other, and more lively,
too; we'll keep him.'
There was a little discussion then about us.
The other lady thought my face was prettier
than Mac's, but my coat was not so well marked.
It was at last agreed that we should go up and
see the ladies every day, and that they should
choose one of us when they knew us better. It
ended, however, in their keeping us both, for
they grew so fond of us they didn't like to part
with either. After this first event in our lives
we spent many happy days; we were no longer
shut up in the dark cupboard, but were allowed
to run through the kitchen, and scamper about
in the passages; and it was only when we were
hungry or tired out with play that we went
back to the cupboard, where we were sure to
find our dear, good, patient mother waiting for
us, ready to feed and wash us and purr us to
sleep. Then every day we were sent for by the

50 Katie Summers.

ladies in the drawing-room, and that was the
best fun we had in the whole day. We used to
have such games up there, and we were always
sure to get something nice to eat or some milk,
and then we were petted and fondled, and that
is very nice when there is not too much of it.
Mac used to like playing best, but I used to like
lying cosily in the sunshine in the big bay win-
dow looking out at the sea. I was rather a quiet
kitten, and that is why I was called Muriel, I
have heard. I never could understand why,
though; and it must be a peculiar name, for I
have never met another cat of the same name.
"I remember therewas a great discussion about
our names. They talked of Tom and Tim, and
Muff and Fluff, and a dozen other names; but
at last I was called, as I have said, Muriel, and
my brother was called Mac, after the young
lady who took such a fancy to him. She was
Scotch, and her name began with Mac, as a
great many Scotch names do.

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"I think I had better describe Mac. He was
certainly a very fine, handsome kitten; every
one who saw him admired him. He had large
dark-blue eyes (as a kitten nearly all kittens
have blue eyes, but they change afterwards to
yellow or green); his coat was very dark, soft,
and beautifully marked; his tail was splendid-
so long and bushy and glossy. He was very
lively, and full of fun and mischief; and he had
such graceful, pretty ways, one couldn't help
loving him. I have often heard it said that I
was pretty, and affectionate, and gentle, for our
friends used to talk about us in our presence,
never thinking that perhaps it might not be
good for us to hear so much praise, and that we
might perhaps become vain; but I don't think
that either Mac or I ever cared much for our
good looks, though no one can help feeling that
it is more pleasant to be called pretty and nice
than ugly and disagreeable.
The ladies were very kind to us, and used

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to give us plenty of playthings-balls and reels,
and many other things. But our games of hide-
and-seek were the best fun of all. There was a
large round table in the middle of the room,
with three legs and large brass claws at the end
of each, and these made first-rate hiding-places.
Then there was a large old-fashioned sofa, very
comfortable for a snooze, and underneath it was
a beautiful place for hiding. The window cur-
tains, too, were first-rate. Oh it was fun to get
into them and roll oneself round and round in
them until it was quite difficult to get out again.
I used to hide, and Mac would come and look
for me; then when he had found me out we used
to scamper after each other round and round the
room, dodging under the legs of the big table,
and in and out through every place where we
could squeeze ourselves; and when at last Mac
caught me, we would roll over and over each
other till we were quite tired out, and then we
would jump into a nice, large, soft arm-chair,

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where we soon fell fast asleep. Mac was much
bolder than I was, and would often jump on the
table and bite the pens when one of the young
ladies happened to be writing, or would sit on
her shoulder watching her pen, and then would
suddenly make a dart at it. Sometimes he got
into trouble over it, for he would smudge the
wet writing with his paw or his tail, and then
he generally got a little pat on the head, and
was sent down on to the floor.
One day, I remember, Mac got into dreadful
trouble. The house was an old-fashioned one;
and instead of the bells being rung by a little
handle fixed into the wall, as I have since seen
them, they were rung by pulling a bell-rope
which hung down from the ceiling nearly to the
floor. Well, on this day of which I am speak-
ing Mac was in a very mischievous mood, so he
said to me, 'Wouldn't it be fun to have a
swing on the bell-rope ? I think I'll try.'
"'Oh, don't, Mac,' I said; 'you know if you

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hang on to it you will ring the bell;' for I had
heard the young ladies say that the least little
pull made it ring.
"' Well, and if it does, I don't care,' said Mac.
I tried to persuade him not to do it, for I
was afraid he would get into trouble; but he was
determined, so he jumped up and caught hold
of the tassel with his two paws, and had such a
beautiful swing. We couldn't hear the bell
ring, because it was right down in the kitchen,
and the doors were all shut; but presently the
servant tapped at the door and opened it.
"'If you please, miss, do you want any-
thing ?' she said.
"' No, thank you, Ann,' answered the young
lady we knew as Aunt Fanny,' looking rather
Mac thought it fun, and went and had
another swing. Presently Ann came to the
door again and waited as if for orders.
"'I didn't ring,' said Aunt Fanny again.

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"'Didn't you, miss; then I suppose it was
the front door, but I certainly thought it was
this bell that rang;' and down went Ann again.
"I begged Mac not to do it again; but he
would, and up came Ann again, looking very
cross. Mac and I hid ourselves under the sofa.
"'Please, miss,' said Ann, 'I looked at thl
bells particular this time, and the one marked
"drawing-room" rang again just this minute.'
Indeed !' said Aunt Fanny; 'well, I didn't
ring it;' and, looking up, she saw the bell-rope
still swinging a little.
"' Oh, I see what it is,' she said, laughing; 'it's
those naughty little kittens; they have been
swinging on the bell-rope. I am sorry they
have given you so much trouble, Ann. I must
punish them, or they will be doing it again.'
"Mac made me hide away behind the curtain,
for he said he wasn't going to let me be whipped
for his fault; and then when I was quite hidden
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56 Katie Summers.

much Aunt Fanny called me; and then he went
up to her and rubbed himself against her; and
then, when she noticed him, he darted off to the
bell-rope as if he was going to ring the bell
Ah !' she said, 'so it was you, was it, Mac,
who rang the bell; I thought most likely it
wasn't that quiet little Muriel; she hasn't so
much mischief in her. Well, I'm very sorry,
but I must beat you to prevent your doing it
again.' So saying, she took him up and showed
him the bell-rope, and then gave him a good
hard smack.
Mac cried out, and I couldn't bear to hear
him, so I rushed out from my hiding-place, and
came and mewed too, and licked him, and we
went away into a quiet corner, where I tried to
comfort him; and after he had cried a little, he
curled himself up, and I purred him to sleep.
After some weeks we heard that the young
ladies were going up to London, and were going

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to take us with them. They stroked us, and
told us that though they were not going to keep
us themselves they would often come and see us,
and we should be sure to be happy, because the
lady to whom we were going was very good and
kind, and was fond of cats. This lady had one
cat already, but she wanted another to keep him
company. We did not much like the idea of
going to strangers at first; but the thought of
seeing more of the world pleased Mac, and
where Mac went I was glad to go too.
"At last everything was packed up, and the
day arrived for us to start. Mac and I were
put into a basket, just as if we had been so
much luggage. We did not like it at all, and
were very troublesome on our way to the station.
There was a great noise there, and we hardly
knew what to do with ourselves for fright, so
we thought the best thing was to remain as quiet
as possible. As soon as the train started our
basket was opened, and, as the young ladies had

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the carriage all to themselves, we were allowed
to roam about and examine everything. We
thought it was a very funny place, and there
was a great noise, and the carriage shook so
much we couldn't stand still. All at once there
was a dreadful noise like a shriek-I believe
they call it a whistle; I was just preparing to
make a spring at Mac when we heard it, and
all of a sudden it became quite dark I was
dreadfully frightened, but as nothing horrible
happened, I supposed it was all right, and I lay
quite still and shut my eyes. I don't know how
long we were in the dark, but it must have
been a long time; and before we reached the
end of the tunnel my fright was nearly over, and
the next tunnel we came to didn't frighten me
nearly so much, though the shriek the train
gives just before it goes into the dark is certainly
very startling.
"The rest of the journey was very pleasant;
but before we reached London one of the young

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ladies, whom we knew as 'Mary,' got out, and
Aunt Fanny was left in charge of us two
kittens; and a nice task she had, too, for the
noise at London Bridge was so great, and there
were such a crowd of people, that Mac and I
were terrified, and struggled and scratched to
get out of the basket, though what we should
have done if we had escaped I'm sure I don't
"As we were going along, a man asked Aunt
Fanny for our tickets. Aunt Fanny had none
for us, and said so. They are not dogs; they
are only cats. I never heard of taking a ticket
for a cat before,' I heard her say; and she laughed,
for the man didn't really mean it, I found out
afterwards. I must say I felt very much hurt
at being spoken of as 'only a cat,' as if a cat
wasn't as good as a dog !
"Well, we got into a cab, and, after a long
drive, we arrived at a nice, cosy-looking little
house; and the mistress, whose name was Lucy,

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took us out of the basket, and stroked and car-
ressed us, and called us beauties, and then she
gave us some milk and a little meat, and put us
into a cupboard where there was a nice soft
little mat for our bed. We were very tired, and
glad to lie down, but we missed our dear mother's
pretty song that she always used to sing to us
when we went to bed. We comforted each
other as well as we could, and Mac was very
kind, and tried to purr me to sleep; but he
couldn't help feeling sad, and didn't purr half as
well as he generally did.
"The next morning, as soon as we awoke, we
washed ourselves, for our mother had taught us
to be clean, and then we went into the kitchen
to look about us. We found a big cat there,
and were rather frightened for him at first;
but he was very kind, though rather grave and
quiet. He asked us our names, and then he
told us his. It was 'Winkles.' I couldn't help
1 i.1-hi,_. for I thought it was the funniest name

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I had ever heard. After a time he grew very
fond of me because I was quiet; but he and
Mac were never good friends, because Mac was
so noisy and saucy, and would wake old
Winkles up out of his sleep and play with his
tail, and do all sorts of things that Winkles
didn't like.
Our life in London was very quiet and plea-
sant: we had plenty to eat and drink, and were
liked by every one in the house. All went on
smoothly and well for some months. Mac
grew more handsome every month, and was ad-
mired by every one who saw him. One day he
didn't come home to dinner. We thought he
must have gone to see a friend, or had gone for
a long walk. When tea-time passed and bed-
time came we were all very anxious about him,
and Lucy and I went all over the house and
garden calling for him, but he didn't come,
and I had to go to bed without him. Oh, how
sad I felt I couldn't go to sleep for a long

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time. At last, after mewing a great deal, I
dropped off to sleep.
The next day we had another hunt, and the
day after; but Mac never came back, and to
this day I have never seen my dear brother
again. I only hope he has found a happy home
like mine."

"There," said Mrs. Marchwood, "is the end
of the history of the two little soft, fluffy, tabby
"And is that really quite the end ?" said little
Lucy. "Didn't the poor pussy who was lost
ever come back again ?"
I'm afraid not," said her mamma. I expect
he wandered away too far from his home, and
some one, seeing what a beautiful cat he was,
took him and kept him. But here comes papa
and the boys. I expect it is time we began to
think about tea."


"YIHERE, mamma!" cried Tom, throwing
A down a big bundle of dry sticks; "those
are to make the water boil for tea."
Mr. Marchwood and the boys began to fix up
some large sticks, gipsy fashion, to hang the
kettle over the fire; and then they put the small
dry sticks underneath, and set light to them,
and before long the water was boiling, ready for
making tea. Mrs. Marchwood and the girls
spread a cloth, and laid out the cake and fruit,
and they all sat down to tea; and then the

64 Katie Summers.

boys began to tell how they had been em-
"We first went to a place at the other end of
the island," said Harry, "where Uncle John
said he thought we should see some squirrels;
and after keeping very quiet for a little while,
sure enough we saw a little brown creature
poking his nose out of a hole in a large tree.
Presently he came right out and ran along a
branch of the tree ever so fast, and then out
came another squirrel, and they played about for
a long while, until they saw us, and then they
darted back to their hole. Then we went with
Uncle John to the ford, and helped to put down
such beautiful big flat stepping-stones. I think
even Lucy will be able to go across alone now."
"What have you been doing ?" asked Tom of
his sister.
"First, we went and picked flowers, and then
mamma read us such a pretty story about two
dear little kittens."

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"Kittens!" said Tom, rather scornfully; "I
like stories about dogs and horses best. When
I'm a man I intend to keep ever so many."
How is my little patient?" asked Mr. March-
wood of Katie.
"Oh, he is very quiet," said Katie, looking
into the basket; "but he doesn't look very
I daresay not," answered her uncle, smiling;
"and I don't suppose you would either if you
were a little prisoner with a broken leg; but if
only he will keep quiet he will soon be well."
Tea being finished, they left Nichols to pack
up the remains, and went to the other end of
the island to see the new stepping-stones at the
ford. They all went across, and agreed that the
new stones were very much better than the old
shaky ones, which were very slippery and almost
They then walked slowly back to the boats,
where they found all was ready for starting, and,

66 Katie Summers.

taking their places as before, the happy party
returned to the farm.
There were still two hours before the time
fixed for Katie and Harry to return to their
home, but there was plenty for them to do in
that time. There were the ponies to visit, and
the cows and pigs, and a favourite old owl of
Tom's, which sat up on a rafter in the barn and
blinked his eyes at the children. And while
Tom and Harry were amusing themselves about
the farmyard, the little girls went up to the
nursery to see Fanny's dolls and their house,
and all the other toys which were to be found
in that delightful room.
But the happiest day must have an ending
and all too soon the carriage was at the door
Harry and Katie bid good-bye to their kind
aunt and uncle and cousins, and were put into
the carriage.
"Take care of the invalid, Katie," were her
uncle's last words to her as Nichols drove off.

The End ofa Happy Day. 67

Oh," said Harry, throwing himself back,
"I'm so tired; but what a jolly day we have
had !"
"Yes," answered his sister, "I don't know
when I have enjoyed myself so much, and we
just did the very thing we wanted to. It was
so kind of aunt and uncle to take us all to the
Fairy Island. Poor little Dickey," she added,
peeping into her basket; "if we hadn't gone
there I shouldn't have found you, and then per-
haps you would have died; but you mustn't
die now, you must get strong and well, and I
will take great care of you; and when you are
quite strong you shall fly away if you like, but
I hope you won't."
"Perhaps it won't," said Harry; "for I re-
member hearing papa say one day that a man
once found a poor dog in the road, and he had
a broken leg, and the man took him home and
nursed him and made him quite well; and then,
as he didn't want the dog, he gave him away to

68 Katie Summers.

a man who lived a long way off; but the dog
found his way back again, and wouldn't be sent
away; and so his master kept him. And one
day his master's little child fell into the water
and would have been drowned, only the dog
jumped in after it and saved it."
"That is a very pretty story," said Katie.
"How fond his master must have been of the
dog after that. I shouldn't think he would
ever want to part with him again. But a bird
isn't like a dog; and I expect when Dickey gets
well he will soon fly off, and I shall never see
him again."
About a quarter of a mile from the house
they met their mamma and papa; and Mr.
Summers told Nichols that he need not come
any further, as the children could walk home
with him.
They had much to tell their parents of the
happy day they had spent, and Katie showed
the poor little wounded thrush. As soon as

The End ofa Happy Day. 69

they reached home Mr. Summers hunted up an
old parrot's cage, and Katie made a soft bed at
the bottom of it and laid the bird on it, and
when she had given it food and drink she left it
in a dark corner of the room so that it might go
to sleep.
"Oh, mamma, I have had such a very happy
day," said Katie, as her mamma came to give
her her good-night kiss after she was in bed.
I am very glad to hear it, my diarlinii," said
her mamma, "because I'm quite sure you must
have been a good little girl, for only those who
are good are really happy;" and with another
fond kiss her mother left her, and in a very few
minutes the happy, tired little girl was fast
And I will tell you why it was that Katie
was always such a happy child: she was always
trying to please others, and to do what she
knew to be right. Aild she didn't often fail,
because she didn't trust to herself; but every

Katie Summers.

morning when she knelt down to say her prayers,
she asked God to help her to do what was right,
and not to let her forget that even if no one else
was near to see her, yet that God could see and
hear her always.
The next day the children went with their
mamma to see little Johnny Thompson, and
Harry took the rose-bush to give to him. They
found the poor little boy in bed, propped up with
pillows. He looked very thin, but his face was
Thank you, miss," he said to Katie, for the
beautiful strawberries you sent me yesterday-
they were so nice and cool and fresh. I have
still some of them left."
Harry then put the pot with the rose-bush on
the little table by the boy's bed, and said, Here
is a rose-tree for you, Johnny. Katie said you
would like that better than anything else I could
get for you."
Indeed, Master Harry, you are very, very

The End of a Happy Day.

kind, and it's just beautiful," said the little fel-
low. Mother, dear, would you please hold it
quite close so that I can smell it well. Oh, it's
beautiful! it's so much better than flowers in a
glass, because they die soon; but this will live
a long while, perhaps longer than I shall."
They soon bade him good-bye, for the poor
child was very weak and soon tired, and talking
made him cough.
About a week afterwards Johnny died, gently
and calmly; and his mother, though she grieved
for the loss of her boy, felt comfort in thinking
he was happy, and would suffer no more pain.

A 4-:, y o


("YTOT many days after the visit of Harry and
J Katie to Grange Farm, Mrs. Marchwood
came to spend the afternoon with Mrs. Summers,
and brought Fanny with her. The day was hot,
and the two little girls, soon finding it too hot
to play in the garden, came indoors to play
quietly with their dolls. Katie was busy mak-
ing a new frock for her doll out of an old piece
of silk her mamma had given her. Fanny sat
idly back in her chair and watched her.
What a pretty work-box !" she said to Katie.

The Broken Vase. 73

Yes," said her cousin; papa brought it from
London for me, because he said I read so much
better than I did a little while ago. That was
because I got up half-an-hour earlier every
morning and read aloud to myself. I wanted
to get on with my reading, because it is so nice
to be able to read story-books to myself when
mamma is too busy or is out. And papa was
so pleased at my doing this, that he promised
to bring me a present from London. And when
he came home he gave me a parcel done up in
brown paper, and then in thin white paper; and
when I had opened them, I found this lovely
box. Mamma showed me how to make a cover
for it; so when I am not using it I put the cover
on, and then it doesn't get scratched."
"I should like to look at it," said Fanny.
"Of course you may," said Katie; and she
pushed it toward her cousin.
Fanny turned it over, looking at the scissors,
needle-case, bodkin, and all the things which go

74 Katie Summers.

to fit up a work-box. Then she lifted out the
tray, and underneath she found pieces of ribbon,
lace, silk, and muslin, which Katie's mamma
had given her at different times for her doll.
What a pretty piece of ribbon !" said Fanny,
taking up about a yard of bright blue ribbon,
which had never been used. "I wish I had a
piece like that; it would make such a beautiful
sash for Julia."
Now, Katie had been storing up that piece of
ribbon very carefully for some time, and she had
intended to trim the new white muslin frock
she was going to make for her doll with it. She
quite understood from the way Fanny spoke
that she would like to have it; but Katie,
though she was an unselfish little girl, could
not make up her mind to part with the ribbon.
"Did auntie give you this ribbon ?" continued
"Yes," said Katie, "and I am going to trim
my doll's new muslin frock with it."

The Broken Vase. 75

"I wish it was mine," said Fanny, enviously.
"See, Katie," she added, drawing a pretty little
sweetie-box out of her pocket, and opening it-
"here are six chocolate creams, and you shall
have them all, if you will let me have the
This was a great temptation to Katie, for she
was very fond of chocolate; but her mamma
didn't like her to eat sweeties, so Katie, wisely,
would not even look at them. "No, Fanny,"
she said, "I mustn't have the sweeties, because
mamma has forbidden me to eat them ever since
Harry was so ill with eating some nasty things
Freddy Brown gave him; she said they were
often coloured with poison, and all sorts of bad
things were mixed up in them. When old Mrs.
Dewdney comes round, mamma buys some from
her, because she knows they are quite good,
for Mrs. Dewdney makes them herself. But
mamma wouldn't like me to take yours; so I'd
rather not, please, Fanny."

76 Katie Summers.

"Well, you are very selfish," said Fanny,
crossly; and she moved away to the other end
of the room.
Katie thought this very unkind and unjust of
Fanny, for she didn't see why she should give
up her treasured piece of ribbon just because
Fanny wanted it. She went on working quietly
for a few minutes, and then she said, "See,
Fanny, I will give you half; that will make a
nice sash for Julia, and then I can make my doll
a sash with the other half, perhaps it will look
as pretty as the trimming; anyhow, it doesn't
much matter," she added, with a little sigh, as
she thought how much she should have liked to
trim the frock all round the bottom.
Not getting an answer from Fanny, she looked
up, and saw her at the further end of the draw-
ing-room, standing on tip-toe in front of a
marble slab, over which there stood a large
looking-glass. Fanny was placing a rose under
the ribbon on her hair, and turning first one


fiT^'^ Jf^^^T


The Broken Vase.

side and then the other to see how she looked;
presently she rested her elbow on the marble
slab, and bent over to get a better view of her-
self in the glass; and moving suddenly, her arm
touched one of the beautiful vases which stood
on the slab, and down it fell on the ground, and
was broken into a thousand pieces!
"Oh, Fanny! what have you done ?" ex-
claimed Katie, running to her. "Mamma will
be so sorry; she is so fond of those vases, and
never lets me go near them, for fear I should
break them."
Fanny burst into tears. "What shall I do ?"
she cried; auntie will be so angry, and mamma
will be angry, too. Can't we say it tumbled
down itself ?"
"Oh, no I" exclaimed Katie, shocked at the
idea of telling such a falsehood. "That would
be worse than breaking the vase."
"I suppose you will go and tell auntie that I
did it," said Fanny, angrily.

78 Katie Summers.

"No," said Katie; "I shan't tell her, but I
think you ought to tell her at once."
At this moment the big dog, Lynn, came
bounding into the room through the open
window, and, seeing something was the matter,
came snuffing at the broken vase, and then
dashed off again, and came right against Mrs.
Summers, as she and Mrs. Marchwood came
slowly in from the garden.
"Gently, Lynn, gently; what business have
you in the drawing-room ?" said his mistress, as
she stroked his fine head. "That's forbidden
ground to a great rough fellow like you. Ah !
he's done some mischief, I fear," she added, as
she stepped into the room, and saw the broken
vase, with the two little girls standing near.
Oh, dear! how did this happen?" she asked.
Fanny replied hastily, "Lynn came jumping
into the room, and all at once we heard the
smash, and there was the vase on the floor !"
Mrs. Summers never doubted the truth of

The Broken Vase. 79

this, for Lynn had more than once done mischief
by bounding wildly about a room. He was a
great big staghound, much too large to come
into any room with safety; and he was young
and full of wild spirits, which made him still
more unfit for a drawing-room visitor.
Poor Katie blushed painfully as Fanny told
the untruth, but she did not like to say any-
thing. Fanny, too, blushed; but I am sorry to
say it was not with shame, but with fear lest
she should be found out.
Though Mrs. Summers did not doubt the
truth of what Fanny had said, her mamma did,
for she knew that her little girl was not a truth-
ful child, and she had several times been grieved
to find that she could not trust her. She did
not, however, say anything at the time, hoping
that if Fanny had indeed told a falsehood, she
would confess it of her own accord.
There was no more enjoyment for the little
girls that afternoon. Katie was miserable at

Katie Summers.

the thought of the story Fanny had told, and
feared she was herself to blame in having
known it was a falsehood and kept silence;
and yet she did not like to tell on her cousin.
Fanny was uncomfortable, partly at the untruth
she had told, and still more because she feared
her mamma might somehow find it out.
Before very long Mrs. Marchwood said she
must be going, and told Fanny to get ready.
As soon as the children were upstairs Katie
burst into tears.
Oh, Fanny, dear! I do wish you had told the
truth, and said you broke the vase."
I daresay," said Fanny, angrily. I sup-
pose you want me to be punished. I don't see
that it matters to you at all, and nobody got
blamed instead of me, not even Lynn; and
mamma will never know if you don't tell her."
Oh !" said Katie, "but you told a story all
the same, and, whether auntie knows it or not,
God knows it. Dear Fanny, do-do tell auntie.

The Broken Vase.

I don't think she will be very angry if you tell
her yourself; but if she is, I shouldn't mind
that half as much, if I were you, as having her
kind to me, while all the time I was deceiving
"I shan't do anything of the kind," said
Fanny. "I think you are very disagreeable to
say such things." So saying, she turned crossly
away, and went down stairs.
The pony chaise was brought round, and Mrs.
Marchwood drove away with her little girl.
The drive home was by no means pleasant to
Fanny. Her mamma talked a great deal about
the broken vase.
"It seems to me," she said, "that it was a
very strange thing for Lynn to knock down that
vase. I can't understand how he did it."
Oh, mamma you know he is so rough and
so big; he is always doing some mischief or
"Did you see him do it ?" said her mamma.

Katie Summers.

No," said Fanny, I didn't see him do it;
but I heard it fall, and Lynn was close beside it."
"Well, I confess I don't understand it," said
Mrs. Marchwood. "It's very provoking, for the
vases are very valuable, and cannot easily be
Katie, in the meantime, had gone back with
her mamma into the drawing-room, and was
helping to pick up the broken pieces of the vase.
"I am afraid," said Mrs. Summers, "that it
is past mending. It is very annoying, for,
besides the vase being a very valuable one, it
was precious to me because your uncle Harry
sent me the pair just before he died. I must
take some means to prevent Lynn from getting
into the house, he is so dreadfully wild. How
did he do it? He must have put his paws up
on to the slab to be able to reach; he could
never have knocked that heavy vase down with
his tail. Did you see him do it, my dear ?"
Poor Katie turned very red. "No, mamma,

The Broken Vase.

I did not; but, please, if you don't mind, I
would rather say nothing about it."
Mrs. Summers looked at her little girl in
astonishment, and, seeing her look so confused
and uncomfortable, she began to guess a little at
the truth of the affair. She thought that Fanny
could not have told her quite the whole truth,
though she did not imagine she had altogether
invented a lie.
Mrs. Summers knew her little Katie too well
to suspect her of having any part in the accident.
She knew that if her little girl had had any-
thing to do with it she would at once have
owned to it. So, seeing Katie was uncomfort-
able about it for some reason, and guessing a
little of the truth, she would not press her to
tell on her cousin.
"Very well, my dear," she said, "I think I
understand it now; but there is no need for you
to make yourself 1 ,iL'i.'1. about it. You must
not blame yourself for the faults of others."


" f AMMA," said Katie one day, I met Mary
AUA Jones to-day when I was out, and she
asked me if I would like to have some little
tame mice. She has two, and she wants to get
rid of them, because she is going to school."
"Well, my dear, I have no objection to your
having them," said her mamma, only you must
remember they will want looking after, and you
already have a good many pets to attend to,
besides your dolls. By-the-by, how is the
thrush getting on ?"

Pet Mice. 85

O, beautiful, mamma; he hops about quite
nicely now. Papa took the splints off his leg
this morning, and Bustle-that's to be his name
-seemed so pleased. I left the door of his cage
open, and he came out and perched about, but
didn't attempt to fly away. Papa said it would
be cruel to keep him shut up in a cage, because
he's always been accustomed to be free; but if
he is so tame that he doesn't care to fly away,
it will be very nice, won't it ?"
"Yes, it will," answered her mamma; "but
what made you give him such a funny name ?"
"Because he's always in such a hurry about
everything, and pokes and fusses about in such
a funny way," answered Katie. May I go this
afternoon and tell Mary I may have the mice ?"
Yes, dear; and if Sarah can go with you she
can bring them for you. I suppose they are
kept in a cage ? Are they dormice ?"
"No, mamma; one is quite black, with such
a lovely shiny coat-his name is Dandy; and

Katie Summers.

the other is grey, with little white tips to its
paws-her name is Dot. They are such pretty
little things, and so tame."
"I will tell you a story about a mouse," said
her mamma, "if you like."
"Oh, do, please, mamma. Is it a true one ?"
"Yes, quite true," answered Mrs. Summers.
"When I was a girl of eighteen I was living
alone with my dear mother, who was a widow.
We always spent the morning in the sitting-
room, which faced the south, and so we got the
morning sun on it. My mother was a great
worker, and I was equally fond of writing, so
our mornings used generally to pass very quietly.
"One day, as I was sitting at my desk with
my pen in hand, thinking, I heard a little scratch,
scratch. 'That sounds like a mouse,' I said, and
listened again. There it was again-scratch,
scratch. A mouse, of course, it must be. So I
went to the cupboard, and taking out a biscuit,
I broke it up, and put it close by the place

Pet Mice. 87

where the sound had appeared to come from.
All was quiet then. No doubt mousie had
heard me moving.
"The next morning, before settling to my
writing, I put the crumbs of biscuit down, and
soon we heard mousie hard at work. This
happened for two or three days, and then one
morning, to my great delight, I found there was
a hole just large enough for a mouse to get
through, and all the crumbs which had been
near the place the day before were gone.
"Now, then, I thought, I shall soon have the
pleasure of seeing the little creature. I put
down the biscuit as usual, and went to my desk.
Soon I saw a tiny nose poking through the hole,
then two bright eyes appeared, and at length
the whole body of mousie came in view. He
looked round timidly, and then began nibbling
at the biscuit. After he had had enough he
went back to his hole. For more than a week
this went on, mousie getting bolder and bolder.

88 Katie Summers.

ie would run all over the room, and appeared
to look at everything. He did not start as
at first, and run back to his hole if my mother
or I spoke. One day I tempted him to my
side with a piece of cheese. After that he
always came to me, and one day, to my great
amusement and delight, he ran up my dress and
got on to the table, and perched himself on the
top of my desk, just where a beam of sunlight
shone. This became a favourite place of his.
At eleven o'clock I Nlwa~as i;se, to take a little
lunch-a liscaui and che ~.e, and a glass of water;
and mouse used t, tao ti his share of the food,
and then dip his litti nose, iito i.he glass of
water. I grew very hind of my pet mouse, and
he seemed to be equally i OInd [ f me. He would
run up my sleeve and uestle there, and some-
times perch himself on the top of my head, or
on my shoulder.
One day a friend of my iioth!er's called and
pressed us very much to go and stay a little

Pet Mice. 89

while with her in the country. The invitation
was accepted, and as our servant's mother was
not well, we thought it would be a good oppor-
tunity to send Mary home to her mother for a
fortnight, and we could shut up the house.
When the time arrived for leaving, I arranged
as much as possible for the comfort of my little
mouse. I left my desk open, and put on it
two large biscuits and a saucer of water. This,
I thought, would last him till our return.
"We remained at our friend's for a fortnight,
and enjoyed our visit very much. I often
thought of mousie, and wondered if he missed
me. We arrived at our home in the afternoon;
so I knew there was no chance of seeing my pet
that day, as he never came except during the
two or three hours in the morning that I spent
in writing. I suppose he had his family to look
after; at all events, he never came but in the
"My first visit was to the sitting-room,

Katie Summers.

anxious to see if there had been food enough
for him during my absence. The first thing I
saw was mousie sitting in his old place on my
desk I sprang towards him-he never moved.
I then touched him; he was stiff and cold.
Mousie was dead! I was so grieved that I
burst into tears.
"The biscuits were untouched, and there was
water in the saucer, so he had not died of
hunger or thirst. Though he was cold and stiff,
he could not, from the state he was in, have
been dead very long. Poor little mousie! very
likely he had come there day after day, hoping
to find me, and at last he must have died of grief."
Oh, mamma! what a sad ending to your
pretty story. How sorry you must have been
that you went on that visit."
Yes, I was," replied Mrs. Summers; "though,
of course, I couldn't always remain at home for
the sake of poor mousie. However, it was no
use fretting about it; but I missed my little

Pet Mice.

companion very much for a long time. And
now, my dear, run and put on your hat, and go
with Sarah to fetch yournewpets before tea-time."
Katie soon returned with a little cage, in
which were the two mice; they were pretty
little creatures, and very tame. They did not
rush about frightened when Katie put her hand
into the cage, but let her stroke them and
take them out. They were clever little mice,
too, and learnt to do many pretty tricks. Some-
times Mr. Summers would take off his ring
and hold it a few inches up from the table,
and then he would call the mice by their names,
and they would jump through the ring one after
the other, as fast as possible.
One day, after they had been playing about
the room, Katie wanted to put them back to
their house, and called them. Dot came run-
ning up to her little mistress, but Dandy was
nowhere to be found, though Katie called and
called to him, and hunted for him in every place

Katie Summers.

she could think of. She was in great trouble
about him, fearing some cat must have caught
him. Poor little Dot, too, seemed sad at the
loss of her companion.
The next day Katie went to a cupboard where
she kept the food for her little pets, and there
in a big jar of meal she found Master Dandy.
He had, I suppose, scrambled in the day before
when the cupboard was open, and Katie, never
thinking that he was there, had put the cover
back on the jar, and shut up the cupboard.
What a guy he was, to be sure. His coat,
instead of being black and shiny, was a sort of
dirty white, and this made his bright black
eyes look brighter and blacker than ever. He
seemed very much ashamed of himself, and
rushed off at once to his cage, and, sitting up
on his hind legs, began to wash himself. Dot
seemed delighted to see him again, and began
licking him, and trying to help him to clean him-
self. After this Dandy never strayed away again.


"OH, mamma! I can't do this sum. I've tried
Sever so many times, and it won't come
right," said Harry, as his mamma handed him
back his slate for the fourth time, the sum still
being wrong.
"No, Harry, I think you are not quite correct
in saying that you have tried to do it. It is a
very simple sum, and just like the one you did
yesterday without much trouble. But little boys
who sit staring out of the window cannot expect
their sums to come right. Now, suppose you

Katie Summers.

come and sit here beside me, and turn your back
to the window, and give all your attention to
your sum; I think then you won't find that it is
a difficult one."
Harry did as his mother bade him, and very
soon he handed her his slate again.
Quite right this time," she said. "Now you
see, Harry, I was right. The sum wasn't really
too difficult for you, when you gave your whole
attention to it. Always try, my boy, to do
everything heartily. And now you may run
away and play, and I think I may say very
certainly that you will enjoy your game much
more now that you have conquered your diffi-
culty, than if I had let you put away your sum
"Oh yes, mamma, I'm sure I shall," he
replied at once; and, giving her a hearty kiss,
he bounded off, and was soon seen playing at
soldiers with Rover, the good-natured old dog,
who seemed to enjoy the fun as much as Harry.

F r

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The Falsehood discovered.

One day Mr. Summers, having heard of the
accident that had happened to the vase, and sup-
posing that it was Lynn who had broken it, said
to William, "You must manage so that Lynn is
never allowed outside the dog's house, excepting
when you are at hand to see that he does no
mischief. He rushed into the drawing-room
some days ago and broke a very valuable vase."
William looked at his master quite astonished.
" Do you mean, sir, that vase that stood on the
little marble table," he said, "that was broke a
week ago ?"
"Yes," answered Mr. Summers.
Well, sir, you are quite mistaken in think-
ing Lynn broke it. It was Miss Fanny who did
it. I saw it all, for I was outside the window
trimming the rose and creepers on the house,
and I saw her stand on tip-toe before the glass
sticking a rose or something in her hair, and
somehow she knocked her elbow against the
vase, and it fell down smash. I saw it all, sir, I

96 Katie Summers.

assure you; and after a few minutes Lynn came
running up, and he went into the drawing-room.
I was just going to call him out, when cook came
and told me she wanted some vegetables cut at
once, and I went off and thought no more about
"Ah!" said Mr. Summers, "then there has
been some great mistake ;" and he went in and
told Mrs. Summers about it.
I guessed there was something not quite true
about Fanny's story," she answered. Poor
Katie looked so very uncomfortable and un-
happy that I thought Fanny had kept some-
thing back, but I did not imagine she could
have told such a deliberate untruth as that.
How grieved her mamma will be; for, of course,
I must tell her of this."
In the afternoon Mrs. Summers drove over to
the Grange, and told her sister of what Mr.
Summers had learnt from William.
Ah she said, I felt quite sure that Fanny

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