Dick and Grace


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Dick and Grace
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43 p. : ill. ; 15 cm.
Dodd, Mead & Company ( Publisher )
Dodd, Mead
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New York
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United States -- New York -- New York


Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).

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University of Florida
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Baldwin Library of Historical Children's Literature in the Department of Special Collections and Area Studies, George A. Smathers Libraries, University of Florida
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All rights reserved, Board of Trustees of the University of Florida.
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The Busy Bee.


Here are four bees hard at work.
One is just settling on a flower, while
two loaded with honey are making
their way back to the hive,

Dick and Grace.

It was the month of May, when
Dick and Grace went to stay in the
country. The trees were just in full

Dick and Grace.

leaf, and the green grass was here and
there bright with yellow dandelions.
Down by the gate at the foot of the
yard, a brook ran through the mead-
ow, and here Dick had put up a little
water-wheel, which turned around and
around as the brook went on its way.
When they were tired of watching
it, they would go to the next field,
where farmer Smith was plowing,
and would stand under the old oak
tree to see the plow turn up the moist
black earth, or they would romp with
Thunder, the great black dog, who
loved to play with them.
At night they were always so tired,
that they could hardly keep awake to
say their prayers, but often fell asleep
in the middle of them.

Tommy's Bird.

Tommy Bourne was getting out of
bed one cold morning in winter, when
just outside of the window he saw a

Tommy's Bird.

strange bird sitting on a twig of the
old pear tree. It looked very cold
and tired, and as if it were not used
to such rough winds as were blowing.
Tommy put on his clothes as fast as
he could, and ran down to the cook for
some crumbs. Then he went out into
the yard, and threw the crumbs on the
snow. The bird all the while looked
at him out of one eye. Soon he flew
down, and began to pick them up, all
the while giving a little chirp. All the
winter long the bird came every day
to be fed ; and soon he grew to be so
tame, that he would take a piece of
bread from Tommy's own hand, much
to his joy.
In the spring it flew away, and
Tommy never saw it again.

The Arab Chief

Here is an Arab chief, or sheik, as
he is called in his own land. It is not
a cold country that he lives in (though

The Arab Chief

you might think so from the way in
which he is wrapped up), but a very hot
Here he sits with his lance in his
hands, looking off across the hills. He
is watching to see whether any stran-
gers are near at hand. Should he see
any, he would at once summon his
men, and they would attack them, for
he is an old thief, and lives on what
he can steal.
He is very fond of his horse, and
treats him with the greatest care. At
night he never takes his own supper
till after the horse, who is so gentle
that the little children can play about
him without danger. He is very swift
too, and can gallop like the winds
across the desert.

Out at Sea.

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The moon was bright in the sum-
mer sky, as the good ship Sea Breeze
spread all her sails to the cool night
wind, and sailed out to sea. On she

Ozt at Sea.

went over the water till the town of
Sandmouth was out of sight, and there
was naught to be seen any where but
the waves.
On the deck stood a little girl by
her mother. Grace was the captain's
daughter, and she and her mother
were going to sea for the first time.
How big her eyes were as she looked
at all the strange sights around her!
But before long her head fell on
mama's shoulder, and she was fast
asleep. When morning came she was
wide awake enough. In and out
among the sailors she ran, and soon
she was as much at home as in her
own little cottage on shore. But she
was very glad indeed to get to the
end of her voyage.

Safe i Port.

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How hard these men are pulling ati
the sails. The muscles fairly stand out
on their arms. Can there be a storm

Safe in Port.

coming up, that they are at work so
sturdily? No, the ship is taking in
all sail, because she is in port. The
captain has just given orders to make
ready to drop anchor, and in an hour
she will be lying quietly with all sails
Many a long mile of ocean has been
passed over since she sailed away from
port. First she went to India, then
to China, then, loaded with tea, she
started on her long way home.
She has been away three years, and
Jack, the younger of the two sailors,
wonders whether his mother will know
him. He has grown so strong and
broad, that he thinks she will not know
that he is the slim boy who left her
three years ago.

How lo Catch Snow -Birds.


Tom, Dick, and Harry were three
small boys who had come home from
school for the Christmas holidays. It
was very cold, and for three days they

How to Catck Snow -Birds.

had fine times skating on the pona
near the house.
Then a snow fell that put an end to
the skating, and they did not quite
know what to do.
Tom proposed building a snow man,
but Dick said, Oh, no! Let's catch
So they made a trap for the birds, as
you see in the picture, and put crumbs
under it, and then all got behind a tree
to wait for them to come. They w3-ite'-d
and waited for a long time, but at last
five birds came and began to pick up
the crumbs. Dick pulled the string,
but the birds were too quick and all
got away, and so the boys all went
into the kitchen, and Dinah gave them
some gingerbread.

The Young .isherNman.

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"Where's Charley ?" called out Uncle
Jack, as he rode up to the gate on his
black horse. Charley was around the

The Young Fisherman.

house at the back door, making a water-
wheel to put in the little brook at the
foot of the yard. But the minute he
heard Uncle Jack's voice, he was on
his feet, and crying, Here, here!" ran
around the house as fast as his legs
would carry him. Well, my boy,"
said his uncle, I am going fishing to-
morrow to Long Lake. Do you think
your mother would let you go ?" Oh,
yes, indeed, Uncle Jack, if you ask
Just at this moment his mother came
to the window, and when she heard
what Uncle Jack said, told him that he
could go. So Charley got out his fish-
ing-rod, and hardly slept a wink all
night, he was so excited at the pros-

Hurrah for the Country.

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One bright morning two little pale-
faced boys were lying in their cribs in
the nursery. Just as their eyes began to
open, in came mamma. How would

Hurrak for the Country.

you like to go for a long visit to grand-
pa's in the country ? she said. Hardly
were the words out of her mouth, be-
fore both boys were out of bed and
running around the floor. The next
day they set out on their journey, and
before night they were at their grand-
What a splendid time they had!
They were up each day with the sun,
and by night were so tired, that they
would fall asleep in their chairs.
They rode on old Tom, they played
in the brook, they hunted for wild
strawberries, and they grew so fat and
brown, that when Autumn came and
they had to go home, you would never
have known that they were the same
boys that were so pale in the Spring.

The Indian Woman.


V This woman lives in India, a very
large country on the other side of the
world, miles and miles away from us.

The Indian Woman.

To reach it you have to take ship, and
sail day after day across the ocean.
It is very hot there, and the people
wear almost no clothes at all. You
can see that this woman has on only a
very thin dress. The great fowls that
sit on the stick on her head, and that
look as if they were having such a good
ride, do not stay there from choice.
Their feet are tied fast to the stake, and
they are on their way to market to be
sold. You can see that the woman has
her mouth open as if to call, Fine
fowls for sale." She hopes to get a
good price for them, and no doubt she
will, for they seem quite fat.
T She is thinking now how she shall
spend the money that is to be paid
her for them.

Mabel's Christmas Gift.

Mabel Greenfield was just five years
old. She did not have a very pleasant
home, for her papa was a minister
away out in the West. Mabel wore

Mabel's Christmas Gzft.

only very coarse clothes, but she was
as happy as the day is long, and went
singing about the house, watching and
helping her mamma as every little girl
But now it was very near Christmas,
and Mabel was hoping and hoping that
she might have a doll for a Christmas
present. As she was standing at the
window watching the falling snow, that
afternoon, she saw a sleigh drive up to
the door. Out of it got neighbor
Smith, and began pulling out a great
box, and dragging it toward the house.
When the box was opened, what
do you think was the first thing in it ?
A great wax doll. On a card tied to
it was written : A Christmas gift to
little Mabel from some friends."

Tom's Headache.


This is the boy who felt so ill that
he could not go to school He said
that his head ached, and so he lay

Tom's Headache.

down on the sofa. But after nine
o'clock had passed, he felt better, and
wanted to go out and play.
Why, Tommy," said his mother,
" you said you were very ill, and so
I sent for Dr. Jones, and here he
comes up the street in his gig."
Oh, dear me," said Tommy, I
am not ill now ; I don't want to see
But Dr. Jones said that headaches
in the morning were very bad, and
ought to be stopped at once, and
so he gave the boy a dose of castor
oil, which poor Tom did not like
at all. But it did him good, for he
had no more morning headaches
after that, but always went to

The Eskimo House.

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This is the way an Eskimo goes
into his house. He gets down on his
hands and knees, and crawls in head
first. The door is only just big enough

The Eskimo House.

to let him in, and when he is inside,
he can only just stand up in the mid-
dle without knocking his head against
the roof.
It is a queer house, and queerly
made. It is built of blocks of ice, piled
into a dome. Though it is of ice, it
gets very hot inside, for there is no
chimney, and no window to let out the
heat. It gets full of smoke, too, for
all the food is cooked over a smoky
lamp that never burns clearly.
Two dogs are watching this man go
into his house. They look as if they
would like to go too. But there is
no place of shelter for them. They
must coil themselves up in a ball in
the snow, and spend the night as best
they can.

rim Thorne.

Jim Thorne was a bad boy. Instead
of staying at home with his brothers,
he loved to play in the streets with

7im Thorne.

rude boys and girls, and soon became
as rough as they. One day an old
lady was slowly walking by. She had
an old bonnet on, and Jim at once
began to call out at her, and to ask
her where she got such a stylish hat,
and to be very saucy indeed. The
old lady said nothing, but hurrie-d on.
That night, when Jim went home to
tea, whom should he see sitting at the
table, but this very old lady. She was
an aunt, who had come to make a
visit. When his father heard how
rude he had been to her, he gave him
such a trouncing that Jim thought he
would never be rude again. And he
was so polite to his aunt, that when,
she went away again she made him
a handsome present

Peter's tVagozn.

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could not even go on crutches, but had
to sit in his chair by the window from
morning to night. He often wished

Peter's lWagon.

that he could run about like other boys,
but that could never be.
One morning, Jack, who was his
big brother, was very busy in the tool-
room. Peter could hear him pounding
and sawing; but when he asked him
what he was doing, he only said, Wait
and see."
At last the door opened, and Jack
came out, and what do you think he
had made? It was a nice wagon for
Peter to ride on. The little boy was
wild with joy, and when his brother
put him on it and pulled him down the
lane under the shade of the old oak,
he was so happy he did not know
what to do.
After that he spent whole days in
the shady lane on his wagon.

This is a picture of a water seller.
In a far-off country, called Palestine,
water is very scarce. The sun is very

The Water Seller.

hot, and dries up all the little brooks,
and the rains fall very seldom ; and so
it happens that when water is wanted,
it has to be brought from quite a dis-
In the cities men go about with it
for sale, as you see this one is doing.
The water is kept in a goat-skin,
which is slung over his back, and
with a little cup in his hand he goes
about, crying out that he has it for
sale. The people who drink it pay
him a small coin for a cup full. I
should think that it must be very warm
after being carried in this way, and
am glad that I live in a country where
good cold water is to be had anywhere,
and where the little brooks splash all
through the hot summer days.

The Snow Fight.

It was just getting to be daylight,
cne winter's morning, in the dormitory
of the boys' school at Snowden, when
Tommy Jones woke up and looked out

The Snow Fight.

of the window. Tommy was half
asleep, but the minute he looked out
he was wide awake enough. Jack,
Jack," he said, pulling his bed-fellow,
" wake up it's been snowing like any-
thing." Jack woke up in no time, and
so did ten other boys who slept in
the same great room. They put on
their clothes as quickly as possible, so
as not to wake up the master, who
slept at one end, and stole quietly out.
Such a snow-ball fight as they had!
They all shouted so hard when Tommy
got hit on the ear with a great wet ball,
that they woke up the master, who
came to the window, and called them
all in.
But as soon as recess came they all
went at it again.

The Frog Angler.


Here is a picture of a strange fish.
It is called the frog angler. Do you
see the long thing that hangs in front
of its mouth ? That is its rod and

The Frog Angler.

line, and at its very end it is bright
red, so that it seems to little fish as if
it were something good to eat. But
when they swim up to see what it is,
.the frog angler opens his great mouth,
and swallows them down in no time.
As this fish cannot swim very fast, it
tries a cunning trick to catch others.
It lies on the mud, and stirs it all up
with its fins, so that it cannot be seen.
Then it throws out its line, and soon
has its breakfast. Fishermen have
often caught them over four feet long.
Once a fisherman was pulling in a
large codfish which he had caught,
when a frog angler seized it and tried
to get it away. It would not let go till
it was struck with an oar half a dozen
times or more.

A Summer in a Lighkthouse.

"The light-house keeper has sent
an answer to papa's letter," said little
Mabel, as she danced into the room

A Summer in a Light-house.

where her sister Kate was writing.
" He says he can take us to board for
July and August as well as not."
Kate was quite as much pleased as
her sister. She laid aside her pen and
paper, and said, We must see about
having our trunks packed at once, for
we ought to be off the day after to-
When Saturday came they set out
in the train, and at sunset they were
eating their supper in the old kitchen.
Either their journey, or the fresh salt
air that came in through the window,
made them very hungry, for they
thought they had never tasted such
bread and butter before. They went
to sleep that night listening to the roar
of the sea on the rocks.

A Summer in a Lig!t-house.

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In the morning Jack came down with
the trunks and the rest of the baggage.
There was a tent which they put up

A Summer in a Light-house.

near the house, so that they could sit
under it, and watch the ships away out
at sea. Every morning they went
down to the beach. Sometimes when
the surf was high, they sat upon the
sand, or built castles with it, and
watched to see the waves knock them
down. But when the water was quiet,
they went in to bathe. Such fun as it
was! Jack would take Mabel out be-
yond her depth, and then hold her up,
while she tried to learn to swim, and
in a few days she could get on for a
few strokes very nicely.
What dinners and suppers they used
to eat! The bread and butter and
good fresh milk disappeared like magic.
One day Jack had a letter from his
father. It said: "If you can rent a

A Summer in a Light-house.

good boat for a fair price, and can find
a safe place to keep it, you had better
do so." Jack lost no time, and the
next day the Mermaid" came. She
was painted white, and was so light
that Jack could easily row her.
But at last September came, and all
these delights had to be left behind.
With many a longing look at the sea,
they took their places in the train, and
were soon back in the noise and bustle
of the. city.