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"Trix put the crimson lamp-shade on her head as a final grace to the ceremony. "-Page 40.
A SIX-YEARS' DARLING
TRIX IN TOWN.
AUTHOR OF "PINAFORE DAYS," "ONLY FIVE."
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E VEL YN, HUBERT,
I. LONDON 7
II. TRIX'S FIRST WALK 12
III. CHOOSING THE DOLL 17
IV. LOST FOR THE FIRST TIME. 21
V. WISHES 26
VI. How THEY USED THE SQUIRTS 30
VII. SILVER .. 36
VIII. WHAT THE MONKEYS DID 41
IX. FIRE AND WATER 46
X. TRYING TO BE GOOD 52
XI. A DAY'S SHOPPING 57
XII. LOST FOR THE LAST TIME 63
XIII. "CHARLIE" 68
XIV. NURSE REMEMBERS 74
XV. SAD NEWS FOR TRIX AND PUSSIE 80
XVI. POOR TOMMY 86
XVII. TOMMY'S HOME 91
XVIII. MADAME TUSSAUD'S 98
XIX. GENEROSITY REAL AND IDEAL 103
XX A NEW AND BEAUTIFUL PLAN 08
"A SIX -EArS' DARLING."
"Daffy-down-dilly has come up to town."
USSIE! Pussie What is the matter ?"
"The matter?" said Pussie from her
bed in the corner. "What do you mean,
"What is happening-what is all that
There was a silence, during which Pussie
and Trix listened intently.
It was Beatrix Sydney's first morning in London. She
had come up to spend a month with her cousin Pussie
Western, and she had never been in a town before.
Carts, carriages, and cabs were passing up and down
8 A SIX- YEARS' DARLING.
Harley Street, where Pussie lived, and that was the only
sound to be heard.
"What is it ?" said Trix. Is it a fair ?"
"But what do you mean?" asked Pussie; "I hear
"Nothing!" shrieked Trix; "why, the street is full of
noise. Is it a fair ?"
Why-why, it's London," explained Pussie with some
difficulty, for to her the noise was a matter of course; it's
always like that, you know, all day long, and all night too,
I think, only, you see, I go to sleep, and then I don't
"That noise keeps on all day? Oh! how delightful!
And what makes it, Pussie ?"
Oh !-carts and cabs-do you like hansom cabs ?"
I don't know," said Trix. She did not like to confess
that she did not know what they were.
I daresay we shall go in one to-day. Oh! what a lot
we have got to see and do! Let us get up at once, Trix."
"Won't your nurse be cross ? Jane is always cross if I
get up before she comes."
Oh no; Nursey is never cross! not at all like Jane,"
said Pussie very gravely; "and she doesn't mind my
So Trix jumped out of bed, and rushing to the window,
dragged the blind on one side, peering down into the street
with a most excited face.
"Oh! I wish Chrys was here!" (Chrys was her only
brother.) "How he would stare at all these people.
Where are they going ?"
I don't know," said Pussie, with her face well buried in
a huge sponge, from behind which she appeared a few
moments after very wet, fresh, and rosy. They are going
home-or shopping-or to work. They may be going any
where. Oh! London is a big place."
"How big ?-as big as the whole of Rylands ?"
"Oh no, much-ever so much bigger. It is as big as
-as seven or eight Rylands, perhaps."
Oh !" gasped Trix.
The next moment Nurse bustled in, and the little girls
were soon dressed. After running in to wish Mrs. Western
good-morning, they sped downstairs as fast as they could
to watch the people go by from the dining-room window.
"Why, there is a man selling flowers," said Trix. Why
does he shout like that? Can't the people see they are
flowers without his screaming it so ? But, Pussie, what
does he mean by 'a-blowin' ?"
I don't know," answered Pussie. I don't know evely-
thing about London, you know, because it is so big. I
daresay I shall, some day. Suppose we ask mamma."
But Trix had forgotten the flower man, and was now full
of excitement over a little ragged boy who was wandering
up and down, staring into the areas, or at the windows.
On catching sight of Trix over the wire blind, the boy
touched his hat, and coming up, spoke some words she
could not hear.
Pussie! Pussie !" Trix almost screamed, "he is speak-
ing to me! But I cannot hear a word he says because of
that horrid waggon !"
The next instant Trix was off her chair, and had dashed
into the hall, followed by Pussie, who found her cousin
tugging at the street-door.
Io A SIX-YEARS' DARLING.
"0 Trix, you mustn't!" cried Pussie; "you really
mustn't open the street-door. The boy was only begging
-there are so many beggars, and papa and mamma will be
I want to give him my sixpence, if he is begging," said
Trix pulling at the street door.
Trix, still tugging at the door; "he must be very poor,
and he looks hungry, and we ought to be kind to him."
The housemaid passed at that moment on her way up-
stairs, and remonstrated with Trix on her unladylike con-
duct, and opening the door, she sternly told the boy to be
off;" upon which he made a face at her, and ran away.
"Oh!" cried Trix, who was watching once more at the
window; "what a horrid, rude boy! I am glad I did not
give him my sixpence."
Then Mr. and Mrs. Western came down to breakfast,
and Trix related the whole story with Pussie's help.
The children were so anxious to go out early, that old
Nurse was much hurried, and had to scramble through her
work as quickly as possible in order to satisfy them.
Now, Miss Trix," she said, as she put a pretty little hat
over the child's short dark curls, "you must be very steady
out walking, and hold your cousin's hand, and remember
that you are a little lady. You mustn't run about in London
as you do in the country."
I am afraid Trix did not hear much of this good advice,
for she was prancing with impatience while Pussie was
dressed, and then they all went slowly down the many
stairs, for Nurse kept calling out-
"Not so fast, Miss Trix! not so fast, Miss Pussie!
remember I am old, and can't run as you do. Dear heart
alive! how the children scamper! Miss Pussie, I say!
walk slower; I shall be quite out of breath before we get
outside the door.
In the hall Pussie took hold of her cousin's hand, and
they started off for their first walk, with old Nurse following
TRIX'S FIRST WA.LK.
r Gay go up, and gay go down."
EVER did any child walk along the London
) streets in a more extraordinary manner
than Trix. She rushed forward for a little
while when anything interested her, drag-
ging Pussie along, who clung desperately
to her, obeying Nurse's strict orders never
to let go of her cousin's hand. Sometimes,
when anything passed that attracted her
attention, she would turn round and stand staring until
pulled away by Pussie.
She, moreover, charged into the middle of a stout old
gentleman, who was taking a constitutional up and down
Harley Street, trod upon the favourite corn of a little
middle-aged lady, after making her poodle shriek loudly
by giving it an accidental kick. Old nurse was reduced
to despair, and Pussie could only scream with laughter at
Trix's funny ways.
Trix thought nothing could be more delightful than
TRIX'S FIRST WALK. 13
London. There were children and nurses, carriages and
carts, beautiful shops, with dresses and ribbons and dolls
and toys-in fact, everything that could delight the eyes
and please the heart of a child.
Trix sobered down a little after a time, and she and
Pussie walked along, while Pussie gravely did the honours
"We must take you to see everything, Trix, and there
is such a lot to see There is the Baker Street Bazaar,
and Madame Tussaud's, and the Soho Bazaar, and White-
ley's, and the Park, and the Zoological Gardens. What a
lot we have to do, and only a month to do it in! Well, if
we do one thing every day, we shall be able to do a good
many in the month-if it is a long month. I am glad it is
not February, that is so very short. And then-O
Trix we are to choose my new doll-the one I am to have
instead of Rosie." And Pussie looked very grave as she
thought of her old favourite buried in Chrys's garden at
Rylands-Trix's home, where Pussie had just been spend-
ing two months.
Oh, won't that be exciting! cried Trix, her eyes danc-
ing with delight. Will you let me help choose ? "
"Yes-if you like the same as I do," answered Pussie.
Trix was perfectly satisfied with this reply. I haven't
seen any of those handsome cabs yet, Pussie," said Trix,
after a long gaze down the street. "What are they like ?
I wish we could go in one "
"Why, Trix, they are passing every minute. Look,
there goes one with two men in it."
But-but I call that a very ugly cab-not handsome at
all; a nasty high thing!"
14 A SIX- YEARS' DARLING.
Oh! but they are delightful to drive in, and I will ask
Papa to take us to buy the doll this afternoon, and then we
will go in one. I wonder what sort of doll it will be. I
think the loveliest dolls come from the Soho Bazaar, and
that would be doing two things at once-getting my doll,
and taking you there."
That will be fine said Trix, with a radiant face, and
perhaps I could spend my sixpence. I've got sixpence, and
fourpeace, and twopence, in my purse, and a farthing, a new
farthing Mamma gave me. Am I not rich? I wonder
how many things I could buy with all that ?"
"A good many penny things, perhaps," said Pussie
doubtfully; but, then, penny things are not nice. Every-
thing costs a great deal of money in London, but we can
see if there is anything you can find at the Bazaar. They
have such beautiful things there-musical boxes and fans
and books-the books are upstairs, you know; and then
there are lots and lots of toys "
"I should like a rocking-horse," said Trix with modesty,
and a beautiful doll's house, and reins for playing horses,
and a new hoop-my old one is too small-and a battledore
and shuttlecock, and a toy-kitchen, and a drum, and a
Oh !-but, Trix,-you could never get all that for six-
pence and fourpence and twopence! But we will see
what Papa can do. Perhaps he will ask the people to let
you have them for that, as you have no more money."
At this moment Nurse clutched the children, for they had
come to a crossing, and as they stood waiting to go over,
Mr. Western passed in a hansom cab, and seeing the little
girls, signed to the cabman to stop.
TRIX'S FIRST WALK. 15
No sooner did Trix see him than she gave a scream of
joy, and suddenly twisting herself from Nurse's grasp, ran
The next moment there was a shout, a scream from
Nurse, while. Pussie hid her face and began to cry, for a cab
had come quickly round the corner, and Trix seemed almost
under the horse's feet. But she felt herself seized, and
when she recovered from her astonishment, found she was
in the arms of a strange young gentleman who had bravely
prevented her from being run over.
Nurse and Pussie were on the other side of the street,
and as Trix began to cry and beg to be taken to them, the
gentleman coolly stopped the next cab, and carried the
child safely across.
"There she is," he said kindly, "all safe and sound;
only you must not run under horses' noses again; you may
not come off so well another time."
And without waiting to listen to old Nurse's profuse
thanks, he went on his way. By that time Mr. Western
had joined them, and Nurse began, in great agitation to tell
him the whole story. On assuring himself that Trix was
unhurt, he said that he would take the children on with him
in the cab, and Nurse might go home.
"We shall all be back to lunch," he said, and then he
lifted the little girls into the cab, and they all drove away
"This is very nice," said Trix, much pleased, as she
squeezed herself up into her corner to make room for
Pussie, but where does the man sit, Uncle Frank, and how
can he drive that horse ?"
He sits up behind, and the reins go over the top of the
16 A SIX-YEARS' DARLING.
cab. When I want to speak to him, I lift up this flap--so
-and call out-I want to go to the Soho Bazaar."
"And are we going there really ?" exclaimed Pussie;
"and to buy my doll? Oh! you dear, darling Papa! how
very kind of you to remember."
And Pussie, in her joy, hugged Trix as much as her
cramped position would allow.
CHOOSING THE DOLL.
Baby, my doll, I pray you don't cry !"
HEN Mr. Western led Trix by the hand
into the Soho Bazaar, the child thought
herself in fairyland. She walked along
with her hands clasped and her eyes very
Side open, staring right and left at the
toys and trinkets piled up on each side.
It was all like a wonderful dream. There
were dolls almost as big as herself, and
enormous rocking-horses, dolls' houses and butchers' and
grocers' shops. There were pretty Swiss clocks, in which,
when the hour struck, a little trap-door opened and out
came a tiny bird that nodded and said Cuckoo in quite
a friendly manrrer; and there were boxes that wound up
and played a number of pretty tunes. There were mice
that ran round a table, and rabbits that beat on drums;
in fact, everything that could enchant a child.
Trix wondered if there could be a more beautiful place
in the whole world than the Soho Bazaar; she felt she
would like to live there.
18 A SIX-YEARS' DARLING.
But at last they came to a stand covered with dolls
dressed and undressed, of every kind and make. There
were squeaking dolls, and talking dolls, and walking dolls,
and crying dolls, and dolls that shut their eyes when they
were laid down, and others that shut their eyes with a click
when you pulled a wire fastened into their bodies. There
were Indiarubber dolls for babies, and rag dolls for very
little children, china dolls that could be washed-to the
misery of nurses and the wetting and joy of their small
owners-in fact, every possible kind of doll was represented
on that beautiful stall. But under a glass case in the centre
was one bigger than all the others-a talking doll, and
with a face just like poor Rosie's.
"Papa! Papa! that is the doll I want. Oh! look at
her, Trix, she is just like Rosie, only a little bigger. Oh !
she is a lovely doll. Don't you choose her, Trix ? "
I like this one better," said Trix, pointing to one all
dressed in long clothes like a baby ; that is much prettier.
Have that doll, Pussie."
No, I don't care for that. If you are to help choose,
Trix, you must like the same as I do. I like that other
doll much-oh ever so much better. Look how like she
is to Rosie I It is almost like having Rosie over again.
May I have that doll, Papa ?"
Mr. Western asked the price, and on hearing it, looked
Would you not rather have a less expensive doll, and
keep the money for something else, Pussie ? I think that
doll is a great deal prettier than your favourite ;" and
he pointed to one with short dark curls, something like
CHOOSING THE DOLL. 19
"Oh no, Papa, please no! Do let me have the other.
You promised she should be as like Rosie as possible, and
that one is not at all like her !"
"Very well!" said Mr. Western, laughing; "then you
shall have the doll you like; but you must be much more
careful of her than you were of Rosie, and not leave her
lying about where she may get broken."
Oh no, Papa, I never will!" and Pussie received the
big parcel into her arms and hugged it very tight. Now,
we must get something for Trix, Papa," she said as they
turned away from the stall.
Very well, what shall it be ?"
May Trix choose, Papa-choose whatever she likes to
If it is anything that I can give her-yes," said Mr.
He did not interfere with the children or hurry them,
but let them wander round to their hearts' content,
till at last Trix came running back to him with a de-
lighted face, leaving Pussie standing with an expression
Uncle Frank! I have chosen," cried Trix; "may I
have it, it is so lovely !"
But what have you chosen ?" asked her uncle. With
a trembling hand Trix pointed to a crimson paper lamp-
shade, and looked up at him with a face so full of hope that
Mr. Western had not the heart to refuse.
My dear child, what possible use can you make of a
lamp-shade ? It certainly is a pretty one, but you could do
nothing with it. Look round once more and see if you
cannot find something better."
20 A SIX. YEARS' DARLING.
But Trix stood quite still, and turned rather red. She
had chosen something her uncle did not wish to give her,
and it was the only thing she wanted, and she wanted it
She didn't want a toy-didn't care for toys-she wanted
that lamp-shade and nothing else, and so she stood feeling
much inclined to cry, and balancing herself first on one foot
and then on the other.
Well, Trix," said Mr. Western, after watching her for a
moment, if there is nothing else you like, I will give you
this lamp-shade; only I am afraid you will be sorry when
you get home that you did not choose something better."
So the lamp-shade was bought, and Trix clutched it, very
happy at finding it really her own.
Pussie was still rather miserable that Trix did not want
a toy-or at any rate something that would be nicer to play
with than a stupid lamp-shade, but she said no more, and
the children having made their purchases, Mr. Western
told them it was his turn now, and began looking about 'q
his own account. He told the children to be sure ana
follow him wherever he went.
Then he walked round, looking at everything, and
saying that he wanted something very nice for himself, and
asking first Pussie, and then Trix, what it should be, choos-
ing such funny things, that they were often shouting with
Just as Mr. Western came to a stop in front of some
rocking-horses, asking Pussie whether he should get one
of those to ride in his library, Trix was attracted by the
figure of a funny little man with a very big head, and ran
off to look at it.
LOST FOR THE FIST TIME.
"Oh where do you come from ?"
-Aunt Effie's Rhymes.
I RIX, on coming in front of the funny little
Figure, looked up and down the passage
with the stalls on each side, and see-
ing no one there, put out her hand and
touched the little old man's head. Oh!
what a jump she gave when it moved, and,
"* as she drew back in a fright, began nod-
ding its head in a most alarming manner,
putting out a long red tongue each time, as if to mock
her. In a moment Trix turned red and angry (although
it was her own fault for having touched him), and she
was just going to knock the little figure, when a voice at
her side said-
Oh you mustn't touch, Miss !"
Where could the voice have come from ? Trix started
and looked round. It was no fairy that stood there, but a
young lady with fluffy hair and a smile on her face.
"Where did you come from ?" asked Trix, after a mo-
ment. I never saw you there."
22 A SIX-YEARS' DARLING.
I came from behind the stall. Is there anything you
would like here, my dear ?"
No," said Trix decidedly, I don't think there is; be-
sides, I have only sixpence and fourpence and twopence in
my purse, except a farthing, a bright new farthing. But
why do you keep that ugly old man there, nodding his head
and putting out his tongue ? I call it very rude."
He did not do it till you touched him," said the young
lady. If you had left him alone he would not have put out
his tongue at you."
Trix did not care to be told this, so she turned her back
and walked away, and when she looked round, to her great
astonishment, the young lady with the fluffy hair had dis-
What could have become of her ? There were no doors,
and the passage was long; there would not have been time
for her even to have tun all the way down. Trix walked
on, wondering whether it was really a fairy place, where
people could appear and disappear just as they liked, when,
turning a corner, and coming (as she thought) to where
she had left her uncle and Pussie, she found no one
At first Trix was much dismayed, and clasped her hands,
murmuring, "Am I lost ? oh! am I lost ?" But there was
no one to answer the question, and presently Trix began to
think it rather fun.
She was not a timid child, and it occurred to her that she
might spend her time very pleasantly there; so she began
racing about to her heart's content, having made up her
mind that when she was tired she could take a cab, "one
of those high ones, you know," said Trix to herself, "and
LOST FOR THE FIRST TIME. 23
that will take me back to Harley Street. I am glad I
remember the number of the house."
So Trix went off on her exploring expedition, upstairs
and downstairs, looking at everything, touching, meddling,
poking at the pretty things on the stalls, found out by no
one, and enjoying herself to her heart's content.
She had made the round of the Bazaar, and was standing
before a little square hole in one of the stalls, and wonder-
ing what it could be for, when the same fluffy-haired young
lady she had before spoken to, crept out of it.
"Oh! what is in there?" cried Trix eagerly, catching
hold of her hand as if she were an old friend. How did
you come out ? and why did you go in?"
"What a strange child !" said the young lady. How
is it you are still here ?"
24 A SIX- YEARS' DARLING.
"Oh!" said Trix, "I'm lost-that's why. But I don't
mind it much. I have just been looking about and running
up and down."
Where do you live, my dear, and what is your name ?
asked the young lady, rather puzzled.
I am Beatrix Sydney," said Trix with great dignity;
"and I am staying with my Uncle and Aunt in Harley
Street. But do tell me what you were doing inside that hole ?"
"Would you like to see?" and the fluffy-haired young
lady took Trix by the hand and they crept through together.
Such a funny little place it was behind the stall! There
were two chairs and a little table with some work and a
book on it, while in one corner stood a pile of little boxes,
some paper, and a large ball of string.
"And is this where you live? exclaimed Trix. Oh !
I wish I could live here too! But I don't see any bed-
do you sleep on the floor ?"
No, I go always to my home every night. And now
you must come out again, and see if you cannot find the
people you belong to."
Oh I don't mind," said Trix carelessly, I can take a
cab, you know, a high-handsome cab, and that will drive
me home. I like this place very much-it is so prettily
arranged-like fairyland. My Uncle bought me some-
thing here, and what do you think it was ? I've got it
here. Such a lovely lamp-shade-a red lamp-shade, you
know, all in little creases and so beautiful! Would you
like to see it ? "
But at that moment Mr. Western and Pussie came
round the corner, the former looking much worried, and
Pussie with red eyes and a very sad face.
LOST FOR THE FIRST TIME. 25
What a cry of delight she gave when she saw Trix, and
with what joy she ran forward and hugged her!
Trix, however, seemed sorry to lose her independence
and her solitary ride in the high cab. She quite enjoyed
the excitement of being "lost," and was by no means
wishing to be found so soon.
You must not do that another time, Trix," said her
Uncle, taking her hand and speaking rather gravely ; for
if you run off in this way, I cannot take you out with me
"Weren't you dreadfully frightened, Trix ?" asked
No; I meant to drive home in a cab, if I didn't find
you. I never thought of your looking for me."
Well, we must be off now, for lunch will be cold as
And after a few words of thanks to the fluffy-haired
young woman at the stall, and buying a thimble-case of her
for old Nurse, Mr. Western took the children away, and they
got into a cab once more, each carrying their parcel.
Papa," said Pussie, as they rattled along in the cab,
"will you tell Trix about the-you know!" and Pussy
whispered something to her Papa.
Trix began at once to prick up her ears. But Mr.
Western shook his head.
No; I shall not tell Trix the secret. She would have
known it if she had not run away; so as a punishment
she shall hear nothing about it until it comes. Remember,
you are not to tell her, Pussie." And Pussie promised rather
sadly that she would not tell her cousin.
If wishes were horses,
Beggars would ride."
SH dear! I wish I had a squirt! sighed Trix.
She was sitting on the nursery table (rather
to the horror of old Nurse) dangling her feet
backwards and forwards; the beautiful crim-
son lamp-shade stuck on her head like a hat.
I do wish I had a squirt! I should like
a nice, big, lead squirt. Wouldn't I have
fun with it "
Now, Miss Trix, that is just like you !" said Nurse;
" always wishing for something that is not fit for you to
have. A squirt, indeed! What would you do with a
squirt ? I am afraid you are a sad tomboy."
Perhaps I am," said Trix, trying to look sorry, and
not succeeding. But you see I have nothing much to
play with. I like this beautiful lamp-shade ever so much,
and I can pretend it is a hat, because you see, Nurse, I
love dressing-up; but then I can't do that all day, and that
is why I wish I had a squirt. Pussie, your Papa is so
very kind-do you think, if you asked him, he would
give us each a squirt ? "
"Perhaps he would," said Pussie, who was sitting on
a low chair with the new doll on her lap, busily engaged
in dressing her from the last doll's wardrobe.
Trix, do come and look at her now-what shall I call
her ? Is she not a darling? "
I could do so much with a squirt," continued Trix,
without moving. I could make a doll's fountain, and we
could pretend the doll's house was on fire and put it out, and
we could do all sorts of things. Oh dear! I wish I had one! "
Yes, it would be fun!" said Pussie, suddenly fired
by Trix's description with the wish to possess one. "I
will ask Papa to get us each one. I never had or
wanted a squirt before. What nice, funny things you think
of, Trix But perhaps you won't want the squirt, when you
know about the surprise-it is such a nice surprise "
Yes, I want the squirt to amuse me till the surprise
comes. I hate waiting and wondering about anything. If
I had the squirt I should play with that, and not think about
the surprise till it comes. Pussie-do tell me-is it big ?"
Yes, quite big !" said Pussie, nodding.
As big as me ? continued Trix.
Yes, quite as big."
As big as Nurse ? "
Well, no," said Pussie, with a doubtful glance at Nurse's
stout figure. Not as big as that-at least it is so very
different. Oh! please don't ask me any more, Trix,
because Papa said I was not to tell."
Oh! well-I don't care," said Trix, really caring very
much, for she was a curious little person. I don't mind
--and I don't want to know ever "
Then, after a pause---
Is it square, Pussie ? "
28 A SIX-YEARS' DARLING.
Is it round or long ?"
It isn't round-I don't know if it is long-perhaps it is
I wonder what it can be !"
O Trix! don't-Papa said "--
"I know!" answered Trix sharply, "and I am not
asking, I am only wondering; and I tell you I don't care
Pussie dressed her doll; and presently Trix asked in a
coaxing tone-" Pussie, darling, what colour is it ?"
You ought not to ask me," said Pussie with a laugh;
"but I will tell you one colour-green."
Green Oh! what can it be? I like green things
so much. But there are so many green things-I wonder
which it is. Trees and grass and leaves are green-it
can't be any of those What can it be ? Oh dear "
At that moment the door opened, and Mrs. Western
came in to see the children. She could not help laughing on
seeing Trix's discontented little face peering out from under
the big crimson lamp-shade. Pussie was soon established
on her Mamma's lap, and Trix was won to confide all her
troubles to her Aunt. Mrs. Western was full of sympathy.
It certainly is very hard to wait so long in expectation,
Trix," she said, putting her arm round the little girl. But
you must remember that you were a naughty child to run
away from your Uncle in the Bazaar; and it is not such a
hard punishment after all, for you have a great many other
toys to play with. Pussie will lend you everything she
has, I am quite sure."
But, Mamma, what Trix wants most is a squirt. May
we have squirts, Mamma ?"
Why, you funny children! Haven't you toys enough
already without wishing for such useless things as squirts ?
What could you do with them if you had them ? "
We could have lots of games, Aunt Katie," said Trix,
looking hopefully at Mrs. Western ; "we could pretend all
sorts of things, and have such fun. Oh, do let us each have
Well, I will see," said Mrs. Western, laughing; and
Pussie hugged her in great delight, for she knew that
meant that her Mamma would get them.
That evening Mr. Western went out and bought two
fat leaden squirts, and when the children were in bed and
asleep, he went softly up to the night-nursery, and put
them where Trix and Pussie were sure to find them in the
morning-although they were quite hidden.
Where do you think he put them ? I wonder if you
Pussie's clothes were neatly folded on a chair ready to put
on next morning, and her shoes were on the floor under-
neath. Trix had tossed off her things anyhow, and as Nurse
had been busy, she had not yet folded them up, so there
they lay in a heap on her chair, with the shoes on the top.
When Mr. Western came up to see the children, he
looked round for a safe place to put the squirts, then he
smiled to himself, and put one into Trix's right shoe, and
the other into Pussie's left shoe.
Then he kissed the two little girls, and left them still
fast asleep, and little thinking what a funny surprise awaited
them in the morning.
Trix and Pussie both thought there was nothing so
delightful as a really nice surprise. Do you ?
HOW THEY USED THE SQUIRTS.
Water, water everywhere !"-Coleridge.
"USSIE! Oh! do come here," shrieked
Trix. There is something-something
hard in my shoe."
Pussie bounced out of bed in a moment
and went to assist Trix, who was seated
K on the floor, lightly attired in her night-
Perhaps it is a mouse," said Pussie,
with an uneasy glance at the shoe in question. Perhaps
it has gone to sleep there. Put in your hand and feel, Trix.
Mice never hurt any one."
But I don't like to--I don't believe it is a mouse. Put
your hand in !"
Pussie did not like to refuse, it being her own sugges-
tion, so she took hold of the shoe, but as she felt something
cold and heavy, she dropped it with a cry-and out fell
Trix pounced on it at once and hugged it with delight,
HOW THEY USED THE SQUIRTS. 31
while Pussie flew to put on her shoes and stockings that
she might be able to enjoy the fun, and there she found
There was a rush to the wash-hand stand, a great spilling
of water in their eagerness to pour some into the basin;
and when Nurse came in, about ten minutes later, she
found two little figures, in soaking wet nightgowns, having
a battle, in which water and the squirts played a prominent
To the good woman's utter astonishment, as she opened
the door she received the whole contents of Trix's squirt
full in her face; it being aimed at Pussie, who, dodging it,
returned the compliment with interest, for the water went
into Trix's ear and made her dance about, it tickled so.
The walls, ceiling, furniture, beds, had all received their
share, and a general dampness might be felt in the room.
Dear heart alive! called out Nurse in her amazement
and horror, as she wiped her wet face and gazed around
her. "What will you children be at next! This is all
your doing, Miss Trix, I'll be bound, for there never was
such a child for mischief. Come, take off those wet night-
gowns, and dress at once, both of you. I shall take you
to your Mamma, Miss Pussie, and ask her to punish both
of you, and take those nasty things away."
On hearing this threat, both the little girls burst into
tears, and begged Nurse to forgive them, and not take
away their squirts-their dear squirts!-so that after a
time Nurse was softened. And when she had made them
promise never to use the messy things in such a manner
again, she forgave them, and happiness was once more
restored to the nursery.
32 A SIX-YEARS' DARLING.
Trix kissed Nurse with a very grateful face, and hugged
her squirt more fondly than ever, having so nearly lost it.
At breakfast the children thanked Mr. and Mrs. Western
for giving them their treasures, and frankly confessed the
sad use they had immediately made of them.
On hearing this, Mr. Western only laughed. "I am
I;\ 'I q I" 1
afraid that was my fault," hbe said; I ought to have
remembered what would be the result of your finding them
at such an hour, and before Nurse came to you. I am
clearly the person most to blame, so if Nurse wants to
punish any one, she must come down to me."
"Oh noa she has forgiven us!" said Trix, "and we have
Oh no; she has forgiven us!i" said Trix, and we have
HOW THEY USED THE SQUIRTS. 33
promised never to do it again; but I could not say I was
sorry to have made Pussie all wet, because it was such
"And I made Trix wet too," said Pussie, anxious to
share in the blame; "but we are not going to do it again;
only if you knew how delightful it was, you would not won-
der we did it, Papa. It is a pity that so many nice things
It is a still greater pity that little children will never
like what is good, and always wish to do what is naughty,"
said Mrs. Western; "but now as breakfast is over, run up
to Nurse, and do try to keep out of mischief. Remember
the surprise is very likely to come to-day, and no one who
is naughty will be allowed to see it."
So the children went up and played very happily; set-
ting fire to the doll's house (in imagination) and putting it
out with the squirts without any water.
Trix was head fireman, and worked away in the most
gallant manner, rescuing the dolls with such bravery that
she certainly deserved a medal as a reward.
Happily, just as the two firemen were getting tired, the
fire went out, the dolls, furniture, &c., were tumbled back
into the house (which seemed wonderfully fresh and unin-
jured, considering how much it had been burnt), and the
little girls began to look about for some new game.
Trix stood for a while at the window gazing down into
the street far below them.
Look at that cart, watering the roads," she said after
a moment; "how slowly it goes. I should like to help
them water the streets-and, 0 Pussie why shouldn't we
-with our squirts ? That will not be using them in the
34 A SIX- YEARS' DARLING.
house, and we need make no mess. Besides, we shall be
doing something really useful in helping that man."
Pussie readily agreed, and as Nurse was not in the room,
she soon fetched a jug, and they established themselves at
the open window, shooting their little jets of water into
the street, and producing not the smallest effect upon it.
At last even this highly interesting and useful occupa-
tion grew wearisome to Trix, and she began wondering
what to play at next, when (quite by accident) she took
aim at a young man passing on the other side of the
street, showering the contents of the squirt upon him.
To her great amusement he looked up with much sur-
prise at the blue sky, and wiping the drops from his face
It was irresistible I
From that moment Trix and Pussie aimed at all the
unfortunate passers-by, and with more or less success. All
were startled, many stood still and stared about, some
looked very indignant, but their delight knew no bounds
when one stout old gentleman, with a very shiny hat, stopped
short and solemnly put up his umbrella, thinking it was
beginning to rain. But all joys have an end, for Nurse
returned, and finding what was going on, soon put a stop
to the delightful game by confiscating the treasured squirts.
I can't think what you can be made of, Miss Trix," she
said, as she dressed her for the morning walk. I never
saw a child with such strange ways of getting into mis-
chief: where did you learn them ?"
I don't know," said Trix; "perhaps I picked them up.
I like London very much, only, you see, it is much more
difficult to be good here. At Rylands I run about all day
HOW THEY USED THE SQUIRTS. 35
and nobody minds, but here it seems as if I mightn't do
anything. It's a great pity!" And Trix sighed deeply.
"Never mind, Trix," said Pussie cheerfully, "I know
you will like the surprise, and it has come, and we are
to have it this afternoon."
This good news made Trix quite happy again.
"Ride a cock horse."
HE children were very good during their
Walk, and as they went into Regent's
Park, Trix could run and jump to her
heart's content. So after early dinner
Mr. Western took them into the library,
and there stood a beautiful rocking-horse,
painted white with handsome black spots
all over him, and a long silvery mane and
tail, while the stand was a brilliant green. Trix gave a
shriek, and flew at her Uncle, kissing him again and again,
for thinking of such a lovely toy, and for buying it while
she was with Pussie, and could ride it too.
But imagine her delight when Mr. Western said that it
was not for Pussie, but for Trix herself, and to be her very
own! How she danced about and hugged her Uncle, call-
ing him the very kindest uncle in the whole world, as I
really think he was, and how proud she felt when he lifted
her on to the horse for her first ride !
SIL VER. 37
She sat very well, and was not in the least afraid, though
the horse was a big one and rocked backwards and for-
wards in rather an alarming manner. Pussie was much
more timid, and only really enjoyed it when her Papa held
her hand, because then she felt perfectly safe.
But Trix was not in the least frightened; though she
tumbled off several times, it did not at all prevent her
mounting the horse again.
The name was a great difficulty, for of course it must
have a name, and Mr. Western advised "Spot" because it
was covered with spots; but Trix shook her head at that
and asked for another. Several more were suggested, but
" Prince," Beauty," and "Arrow" were all rejected; and
when at last Pussie suggested Squirt," in remembrance
of their morning's adventure, Trix nearly fell off the horse,
she laughed so.
I shall call it 'Silver,'" she said after a pause; "look
at the beautiful silver mane and tail-just like Grandpapa's
hair! I think that will be a really lovely name! Hi!
Silver, Gee up !"
And away went Trix in a very break-neck style on her
After riding it very happily for some time in the library,
Trix asked if it might not be taken to the nursery, as it
would be much better fun there, for they might then make
all the noise they pleased.
So two of the servants carried it up at Mr. Western's
desire, and the children danced on before, longing to see
Nurse's face as it was brought in.
"Well! of all things!" said Nurse, lifting her hands in
astonishment as the rocking-horse filled the doorway.
38 A SIX- YEARS' DARLING.
"Where do you suppose that creature is to stand, Miss
Pussie ? How can I have it in here, filling up the place,
and taking up more room than it is worth ? Stand it there,
James; youll bring a whole toy-shop home next!"
But this is not mine, Nursey; it is Trix's. Papa gave
it to her for her very own, and when Uncle Charlie and
Aunt Emma come to London, Trix is to take it home
with her, and then it won't 'fill up the place' any more.
And, Nursey, its name is 'Silver,' because it has a silver
mane, like Grandpapa's hair-and it's rather like yours
Trix had immediately mounted her steed on its being
put into the right place, and was sitting astride, finding it
the most convenient position.
She was as happy as could be, cheering on her horse
with every imaginable noise, so that Nurse and Pussie
looked on in amazement.
Hullo! Steady there!" shouted Trix, as Silver made
a desperate plunge. "Woa! Gently! Woh That's right!
Move on! Go ahead! Now then, stir your stumps!
Softly now! Woa-way! Hi!-Why, what are you
laughing at, Pussie ?"
"At you," answered her cousin; "why, Trix, where did
you learn all those funny things ? Is that the way people
"Oh no," said Trix, laughing too; "I forgot I was
riding Silver. I thought I was driving home in the hay-
cart, and the horse was rather troublesome. That is just
the way Tom-our cowman-used to drive; and then he
would call out, as soon as he got into the yard, Here we
are, Patty, my gal!' and in such a funny voice."
SIL VER. 39
Trix shouted her imitation of Tom in such a tone that
Nurse lifted her hands in astonishment once more.
I can't think what you are made of, Miss Trix, that
you can't behave like a little lady. There is Miss Pussie
a whole year younger, and she behaves as well again,
though to be sure I have to find fault with her sometimes.
(Don't touch my scissors, Miss Pussie!) I am sure they
gave you a. name that suited you. Trix by name, and
Tricks by nature, I say, and I don't say far wrong, as any
one who has the care of you will find out. Now, my dear,
40 A SIX- YEARS' DARLING.
do stop that racket, and come and read quietly to me for a
little while, to cool yourself before we go out."
To her surprise Trix came immediately, only waiting to
bestow one pat on Silver's glossy mane. Then the reading
passed off very well, and they all went for their walk.
The rocking-horse was a great comfort to Nurse, for it
helped to work off some of Trix's restless energy. Being
accustomed to the perfect freedom of a country life, she
could not at first bear to be shut up for so many hours in
a London house, with a sedate walk in the streets, or a
short scamper in the Park for exercise. Trix had felt the
want of movement very much, but with the rocking-horse,
of which she was never tired, she pounded away for hours,
making up the most wonderful games, startling Nurse and
Pussie with her extraordinary fancies, and wearing out the
nursery carpet with the constant rocking.
She got very hot and red in the cheeks from the exercise,
but she was much less often in mischief, until Nurse began
to think she was really getting quite a good child, and that
there would be no more mischief done in the nursery.
Unfortunately such extreme goodness seldom lasts very
VH4AT THE JONKEYS DID.
"Oh where are you going,
My pretty maiden fair,
With your red rosy cheeks
And your coal-black hair ?"
I AS every one been good, Nurse?" asked
Mr. Western, coming into the nursery
early one afternoon.
"Yes, sir," said old Nurse, getting up
and looking very pleased; "they are
both very good children. I have not
had any real fault to find with them this
"Ah! but it is only Wednesday," said Mr. Western,
laughing; "'speak not of the day till the sun be set.'
There are still three days of this week in which to be
naughty, should they be inclined; but we hope that they
will not spoil such an excellent report; and to help them
to remember, I am going to give them a treat. Will you
kindly dress them at once, Nurse, for we are going to the
42 A SIX- YEARS' DARLING.
There was a shout-a shriek-a scramble. Mr. Western
was almost knocked down by the force of their embraces,
and then Trix and Pussie rushed off to put on their hats
and jackets as fast as they could.
Mrs. Western had a headache, and as she did not go
with them, Mr. Western took the children in a hansom
cab, to their great delight.
Trix was as happy as she could be. The gardens
enchanted her, and she ran and jumped and shouted with
laughter at the funny animals they saw.
The first thing they came to was a cage of birds, but the
children thought birds very dull, and begged to go at once
to the real wild beasts.
Trix was quite charmed with the bears; they looked so
fat and comfortable, and sat up begging for buns and
biscuits in such a funny way. Mr. Western had told the
children before starting to fill their pockets with bread, and
he also bought some buns for them, but had hard work to
persuade Trix not to give everything to the bears.
Then he asked the keeper to make the hyena laugh,
which he did; and I do not know which laughed most, the
hyena, or the children when they heard it.
Trix had a ride on the elephant, but she did not like the
look of the camel, and refused to ride on its back. Pussie
had a ride, however, though she did not care for it as much
as the elephant, but she was afraid of hurting its feelings.
The lions and tigers in their beautiful new house enchanted
Trix more than anything. She was so fearless and eager
to know and understand all about them, that Mr. Western
had to keep a strict watch on her, in case she might try to
squeeze through the bars or walk into one of the cages, in
order to learn from her own experience whether the
WHAT THE MONKEYS DID. 43
animals were really as savage as people said; they looked
so quiet and good-tempered. But the lion suddenly gave
a loud roar and made a spring at the bars, which satisfied
Trix's curiosity, and made her content to hold Mr. Wes-
tern's hand as long as he wished her to do so. There were a
great many creatures like deer, with beautiful soft eyes that
looked so gentle and pretty; but visitors were requested
not to touch or tease them, as they would bite or spit.
There were queer little creatures that made odd little
noises, and strange porcupines with uncomfortable prickles
all over them. Trix thought they must hate those prickles
very much; but she was pleased when the keeper gave
her one of the quills to use as a penholder. But the
monkeys! what child does not love the monkey-house ?
The screaming and chattering, grimacing and squabbling
that went on in the cages delighted Trix. The little black
hands that were held out for bits of bun, the funny faces
with their ever-shifting, restless eyes, the odd movements,
the long tails that sometimes served as an extra leg when
the monkeys hung on by them to a perch or rope, the
cunning way in which they cheated each other, and even
cheated her, asking for more bun when they had some still
hidden in their pouches at the side of their mouths, or in
the straw, pleased Trix more than anything she had ever
seen. The big monkeys were ugly and dull, but the cages
where the smaller ones lived together, like a strange
family, were so interesting that Trix could hardly tear her-
self away to walk all round the house, and very soon she
came back to her favourite spot and fed her favourite
monkey once more.
She was much amused on seeing the care the big mon-
keys took of the little ones, feeding them out of their own
44 A SIX- YEARS' DARLING.
mouths with bits of bun, hugging them as if they were
babies, and keeping them warm and comfortable.
Suddenly the favourite monkey became in Trix's eyes the
most horrible creature there, for while she was looking at
the little ones, he suddenly made a grab at her hand, which
still held a few crumbs of bread, and seizing glove and
crumbs, fled with his prize. The glove, being a silk one,
had come off so easily, and it had been so quickly done,
that Trix was at first much astonished, but when she saw
the monkey playing with her nice, new grey silk glove, she
burst into a flood of tears.
The nasty, horrid monkey, to seize it so! And just as
I had been so kind, and given it all my bread. I wish it
could be beaten, the ungrateful thing! O Uncle Frank!
what shall I do about my glove-my nice glove!"
But while Trix was lamenting, the keeper had gone into
the cage with a whip, and in a short time rescued the glove,
which, though rather wet and dirty, was returned to Trix.
When the keeper had gone, the monkey came back, and
with a funny grimace at Trix, and a wicked twinkle in his
little eyes, held out his black paw once more.
This time Trix only gave the tiny paw a little angry
slap, and ran away to join her Uncle and Pussie.
The hippopotamus and rhinoceros were terribly ugly, and
so very big and dreadful that neither of the children liked
to look at them ; and they did not care much better for the
giraffes when one of them bent its long neck over and
tried to eat Pussie's hat. However, she ran away in time
to save it.
The parrot-house was so noisy they did not wish to stay
there long, and the snakes were quite horrible, lying coiled
up in their blankets without moving-"just as if they were
WHAT THE MONKE YS DID. 45
dead," Trix said. The children could not understand why
such stupid things should be kept at all.
The kangaroos were very delightful to watch after the
snakes; and the children being by that time quite tired,
Mr. Western said they had better go home.
There was a fearful roaring and shouting in the nursery
Why should such stupid things be kept at all?
that evening, and when Mr. Western rushed upstairs,
thinking that something dreadful must be going on, he
found Trix and Pussie crawling about the floor, making
the most wonderful noises, and pretending to be different
animals they had seen that day.
Take care, Papa," cried Pussie, laughing and shaking
her long golden mane; I am a lion, and I shall eat you!"
Then I shall run away !" and Mr. Western ran out of
the nursery and downstairs before either of the children
could catch him.
FIRE dAJVD WA4TEB.
"And then one night, when it was dark,
She blew up such a tiny spark
That all the house was pothered:
From it she raised up such a flame."
MUST write to Chrys," said Trix the next
evening, when Nurse had put the lamp on
the table: "will you help me, Pussie ? I
will ask Aunt Katie for a sheet of paper,
and I will write with this nice blue pencil:
-I do love blue pencils so!"
Away went Trix down to her Aunt, and
soon returned with the paper; and after
putting the crimson lamp-shade on her
head as a final grace to the ceremony, she sat down with
all solemnity to write the letter.
A very curious one it was, for Trix was no great scholar,
and Pussie could neither read nor write, though she knew
her letters and a few short easy words, so she was not
much of a helper. This was what Trix wrote :-
FIRE AND WA TER. 47
My dear chrys,
"we went to some garduns Yestiddy and sor
wild Beasts a Munky took away my gluve but i got it
back it was wet and not cleen pusie has called her new
dol Vialit it has a Grean frok my Roking Horse is called
silver he is a bewty i ride him every day don't you mis
me Very much i do not mis you I have No time plese
give my love to papa and Mama and to jane and to patty
and to all the Pets i hope all the bantums are well plese
rite to Me very soon i am your loving Trix."
All this took a long time to write, but at last it was done
with much labour and pains, and Trix looked up with a
very flushed, triumphant face under the beautiful lamp-
"What shall we do now? Oh! I must fetch an enve-
lope and away rushed Trix to beg one of her Aunt.
While Trix was away, a servant came panting up the
stairs calling to Nurse that she was wanted. The kitchen-
maid had scalded her arm, and no one knew how to dress
it as well as old Nurse, so she must come directly,-and
Pussie was left alone in the nursery.
Presently back came Trix with her envelope, which she
proceeded to address in pencil (blue, like the letter), and
after scrawling, Master chrys sydney-rylanDs," began to
look about for some other occupation.
Look, Pussie, there are our squirts on the mantelpiece.
I shall take mine; I am sure Nurse has kept it quite long
enough." And Trix quietly pocketed her own.
48 A SIX-YEARS' DARLING.
I think we ought to wait till Nurse gives them," said
Pussie doubtfully. Perhaps she forgot they were there.
I think I will leave mine till she gives it. I don't want it
as much as you want yours. Have you fastened up your
Yes, but it doesn't stick very well," said Trix, who had
licked all the gum off the envelope in the excitement of
closing her letter. "What a pity I can't seal it! I wish
I had some wax! I wonder if Nurse has any."
But a search in Nurse's workbox proved fruitless, and
Trix with a sigh was about to give up the idea, when she
caught sight of Nurse's candle.
Wax!" she exclaimed delighted; "there is Nurse's
candle, and I can use that. It is a wax candle, you
know, and if I use it for sealing, won't it then be sealing-
wax ? "
But that candle is composite," said Pussie; it is only
"Oh, never mind !" said Trix carelessly; I daresay k
will do just as well."
But, Trix, you must not touch the matches!" exclaimed
Pussie, rather shocked, as her cousin began to strike the
matches in such a way that half of them broke, and the
other half only spluttered and went out. But at last one
lighted properly and was applied to the candle. The
grease dropped freely about the envelope, but had not the
desired effect of sealing the letter, the paper refusing more
decidedly than before to remain stuck in the proper way.
But suddenly this interesting occupation was brought to
an end by a shriek from Pussie-
Trix! Trix! The shade is on fire!"
FIRE AND WATER. 49
True enough,-Trix could feel the heat; her hair had
begun to frizzle, and she dashed it off her head just in
time. There it lay on the nursery carpet blazing finely.
Now Trix was a young lady who had great presence of
mind, and without being in the least alarmed, she rushed
into the night nursery, and seizing a jug brought it in and
i i '
I, \ ---- -~..
began squirting the water in a most gallant manner on the-
Pussie wrung her hands and cried bitterly in her fright,
but Trix worked away, and would have succeeded in putting
out the fire, had not a sudden breath of air from the open
window caught the lamp-shade and wafted it to Pussie, who
was crouching on the floor in her terror, and the next
50 A SIX-YEARS' DARLING.
moment there was a little creeping flame on Pussie's light
summer dress as she sprang up with a cry.
Oh dear, oh dear!" said Trix in dismay. "Stand
still, Pussie, and I'll put you out in a minute when I have
done the lamp-shade."
And flinging away the squirt, Trix poured the whole
contents of the water-jug upon the smouldering paper,
making a worse mess than ever. But Pussie did not wait
for Trix to "put her out." Screaming with terror she
rushed down the stairs, the flame increasing with every
step, but happily outside his bedroom door her father met
her, and in a moment he flung a rug round her and held
her tight until the fire was quite out.
Pussie was very white and did not answer him when he
spoke to her, so he carried her into the bedroom (where
her Mamma was dressing for dinner) and laid her on the
sofa, very thankful to find that though her frock was much
burnt and her little petticoat spoilt, she was not hurt
beyond a little scorching, and the ends of her curls were
frizzled and singed.
Mrs. Western was dreadfully frightened at first, but
when Pussie opened her eyes and could say that she was
not much hurt, only her hands felt hot and uncomfortable,
and her arms tingled from the scorching, she took the little
girl in her arms and kissed her again and again, comforting
her when she cried over her fright. At last Mrs. Western
undressed her, and herself put Pussie to bed in her own
big bed, because she said she must be able to feel that her
child was safe if she woke in the night.
Pussie thought this very nice, especially as Mrs. Western
sat by her side and told her pretty stories and sang little
FIRE AND WA TER. 51
lullabies until she dropped to sleep, clutching her Mamma's
But where was Trix ?
As soon as Mr. Western felt sure Pussie was not hurt,
he rushed upstairs to look after Trix, and found the nur-
sery in a dreadful state; grease everywhere, a candle
burning on the table as well as the lamp, an empty jug
lying on the floor, a pool of water soaking through the
carpet, and a dirty mess of burnt paper.
Trix was in the night nursery, sobbing bitterly and
hidden under her own bed; but her Uncle soon found
He did not say very much to her, but told her that
Pussie was safe, and that she would sleep downstairs that
night. So Trix was put to bed all by herself, and very
miserable she felt.
Her beautiful lamp-shade was gone, Pussie had nearly
been burnt to death, the nursery was in a horrible mess,
and she had to sleep all by herself. However, after a little
while, as she lay sobbing in her bed, her Aunt came in
softly, and bending over her kissed the little tear-stained
Are you really sorry, Trix ?" she asked gently.
"Oh! I am, Aunt Katie! Indeed I am! Dear little
Pussie! How is she now?"
She is asleep; she sent you her love."
"Aunt Katie, dear, do please try and forgive me," sobbed
Trix in real repentance.
So Mrs. Western forgave her at once.
TBYrING TO BE GOOD.
"I know a child, and who she is
I'll tell you by and by,
When mamma says, Do this,' or that,'
She says, What for?' and 'Why ?'
She'd be a better child by far,
If she would say, I'll try.' "
-Au nt Effie's Rhymes.
HE next morning the children met with
great delight, and hugged each other for
some time in their rapture at meeting after
having been separated for a whole night!
Trix was very subdued (as she ought to
have been). Pussie was her sweet happy
S self, and most anxious to make up to Trix
for all she had suffered the evening before.
Only Nurse looked cross and angry, for the nursery had to be
cleaned, and she never liked to have the housemaid "mess-
ing about" more than was necessary, and the room had
only been cleaned the day before.
There was a patch on the ceiling of Mrs. Western's
TR YING TO BE GOOD. 53
room, where the water had come through from the floor
above, and Nurse felt that some more severe measures
should have been taken with Trix.
"If she had been my child, I'd have punished her!"
she said to the housemaid as they prepared the room for
cleaning; I'd have whipped her soundly, Maria, and
richly she deserved it too! To think of the danger that
dear child Miss Pussie was in, and all because that careless
Susan scalded her wrist, and every one in this house is so
helpless except myself. And to think that, having left
those children for a minute, Miss Pussie should nearly be
burnt to death. Bless me! It is enough to make one's
hair turn grey to look after a child like that! Why, a
wild Indian out of the woods might know better how to
behave. They say Give a dog a bad name,' .and I say
give a child a bad name-it's the same thing; and a sad
day it was when they called that child Tricks "
But Nurse's conduct was a hard punishment to poor
Trix, who was really sorry, and tried to be good ; but for
a day or two Nurse would have nothing to say to her, and
when she pleaded how sorry she was, would only sniff and
Oh I daresay !" in a most unpleasant and unbeliev-
At last Trix could bear it no longer, and in her despair
went to Mrs. Western and begged her to ask Nurse to
forgive her, because she really was so very miserable.
You see, Trix, old Nurse is so very fond of Pussie,
that she cannot bear the idea of her having been in danger ;
and you know, dear, that it was through your disobedience
in touching the matches and lighting a candle that the fire
54 A SIX-YEARS' DARLING.
began. But I will see what I can suggest for you to do
that will please Nurse, and make her forgive you."
So that afternoon, as Nurse was doing some unpicking
in the nursery, Trix came up shyly and asked if she might
At first Nurse answered rather sharply that she wanted
no help, and that Miss Trix could do nothing that would
be of any Ilse to her.
But I can unpick very nicely, I can indeed," said Trix
earnestly, the tears coming into her eyes. Do let me
help you, Nurse, I will do it so very carefully."
"Well, you may try if you like," said Nurse, half
believing this must be some new freak. Mind you take
out all the threads as you go along, and don't cut the stuff
whatever you do, Miss Trix !"
Trix worked away bravely for half an hour, then Nurse
looked at her work and found it really very nicely done.
However, she did not say much, but gave her a rather
more interesting piece to undo, and Trix worked on once
more with a will.
At the end of an hour she had really done a very fair
quantity of work, and she gave a little sigh as she folded
up the last piece, and looked at Nurse for more.
That will do, my dear," said Nurse kindly; "you have
really helped me very nicely, and I can see you are trying
to be good. Give me a kiss, now, and run and play .with
your rocking-horse, and remember that there is nothing so
dangerous as playing with fire !"
Trix hugged Nurse for a few minutes and cried a few
more tears over her naughtiness, then she ran off and had
a very delightful game with Pussie.
TRYING TO BE GOOD. 55
That evening Trix's letter to Chrys, which had not
yet gone to the post, was opened and a postscript added,
which was as follows:-
P.S.-satady-i was very norty after ritin that letter to
you i burnt my bewtiful lamp Shade and set Fire to pusie
but she was Not burnt tho the lamp shade was i unPicked
for nurse this after Noon so she forgave me don't forget
to give my Love to every one only keep Some of it for
yourself i send kisses these dots are all kisses your
loving Sister TRIX."
Here followed a number of dots and scrawls to represent
the great affection Trix felt for her family; then the letter was
carried to Mrs. Western, who promised it should be sent.
The next afternoon the children walked down Baker
Street, and Nurse took them into the Bazaar, which
delighted them both. They were very happy, walking
round hand in hand, looking at all the beautiful and funny
things. The Japanese dolls delighted Trix, though Pussie
declared they were very ugly and not at all like real babies,
with their funny sloping brown eyes and bald heads. But
they were the only dolls Trix had ever seen that she really
wished for, and she wondered whether she could buy one
with her sixpence and fourpence and twopence."
Nurse said if she liked they could come again another
day and see about it, but that nothing could be bought that
afternoon, as no one had brought any money.
That is the way up to Madame Tussaud's," said
Pussie, pointing up a little staircase near the door. We
are going there some day, Papa has promised we shall. It
is great fun seeing all the people, and some of them are so
56 A SIX- YEARS' DARLING.
beautiful and so oddly dressed. I like going with Papa, he
tells me such nice stories about the people. There was a
man-a king, Henry the something, I don't remember-
who had six wives, and some he killed and some he sent
away and some died. And there is an old man who is talk-
ing to a lady all over wrinkles, and a lovely lady asleep, who
breathes! Oh! it is a very nice place!" And Pussie clasped
her hands and gave a laugh of delight at the thought of
seeing all these beautiful things again with Trix.
I think London is a very nice place," said Trix, as
they walked on; "you see there is so much to do and see.
Why, grown-up people could amuse themselves all day
long, going from one place to another and buying all sorts
of pretty things."
Yes," said Pussie, "if they had money enough to buy
them with. But oh! Trix, you have not been to
Whiteley's yet, and that is my favourite shop of all! It
is so big-as big and bigger than a bazaar, and you can
buy everything there, and Nurse is going to take us,
because I must have another frock as my other one was
burnt. There is always such a crowd and every one seems
in a hurry, and so busy, and every one asks you what you
want, and tells you the way to go, because, you see,
nobody could find their way in such a big crowded place."
O Pussie, when shall -ye go ? asked Trix, longing
to start at once for this abode of bliss; for there was
nothing Miss Trix enjoyed more than a bustle and hurry,
and Pussie's description delighted her beyond measure.
"Perhaps on Monday or Tuesday," said Pussie, nod-
ding her head; I heard Mamma speaking to Nurse about
it this morning."
"Oh dear, I wish it was Monday !" sighed Trix.
A DAY'S SHOPPING.
Morn, noon, and night in a hurry."
ONDAY came at last, as Mondays gene-
rally do, bringing a great deal of work to
be done, washing to be set down, stores
to give out, money to be paid, and every-
one seemed much too busy to think of
l going to Whiteley's to buy Pussie's new
But at ten o'clock Mrs. Western came
into the nursery and asked if Nurse could manage to go
there that morning, as she was afraid it might not be con-
venient to send her any other day that week, and Pussie
must have another frock. So Nurse, after wondering a
little and thinking how to get through a quite impossible
number of things, while the children listened in breathless
suspense, at last said-
"Well, Ma'am, I think I can manage it. Only need I
take both the children ? I shall have such work looking
after them in those crowds, and Miss Trix is sure to get
58 A SIX- YEARS' DARLING.
Mrs. Western looked round, and saw two such doleful,
woe-begone faces that she laughed.
I think you must take them both, Nurse, as a treat,
and they may each have a bun-a Bath bun if they like-
because they have been trying to be good for several
days now, and I like to encourage little people in wishing
to do what is right. I will give you the money when
you come downstairs; and remember, children, you must
both be very good and mind what you are told."
The children, of course, promised to be as good as gold,
and Mrs. Western left the nursery.
Nurse took some time dressing, for she put on her best
gown and Sunday bonnet in honour of the occasion, while
Maria undertook to dress the children.
Of course Trix and Pussie were ready first, and nearly
wore out their boots, as well as the much-enduring nursery
carpet, in their impatience to start.
But at last Nurse was ready, Mrs. Western gave her
the money and a long list of things that she wanted and
which Nurse must choose; then a cab was called and
they really started.
But, to Trix's disappointment, it was not a hansom cab,
but a shelter cab, as she called those with four wheels,
and this did not make the drive nearly as delightful.
But Nurse explained the reason.
"It is all very well for your Papa, Miss Pussie ; he is a
young man and may take his chance of catching his death
of cold in one of those gimcrack affairs; but I'm an old
woman, and the wind does blow round so sharp in the
hoods, that I have earache for days after riding in one of
them things. Besides, I always say you are safer on four
A DA Y'S SHOPPING. 59
wheels than you are on two, and you don't run the risk of
having the horses' heels in your face if it should chance
to kick. No! thank you! Hansom cabs are all very well
for them that likes to run such risks, but, for my part, I am
very content as I am, and don't wish to change my con-
dition for better or worse; and you never know what
Trix had just begun to make up her mind that they
would never get there, when the cab stopped, the door
was opened, and a big man in a funny dress -" not
exactly a policeman nor a footman, but a sort of both,"
she told her Aunt later-lifted her out, and then Pussie
and Nurse came bundling after them.
Then Nurse had a long argument with the cabman
about sixpence, while Trix and Pussie stood by, being
pushed to and fro by the number of people that came and
went up and down Westbourne Grove.
At last the difficulty was settled, and a few compliments
of a negative kind having passed between Nurse and the
cabman, the children went into the shop with Nurse, and
the cab slowly drove away.
Does Mr. Whiteley live here ? asked Trix; but Nurse
was too busy to attend to her.
Now, let me see," she said, standing in the middle of
the passage and reading her list as she blocked up the
way. Bless me! How that man has flurried me! Im-
pudent fellow! The idea! Well, I've quite lost my
breath. Where do I want to go to ? I'll tell you in a
minute, sir, as soon as I get breath enough to speak. Oh!
dear me! It is hot! Well, I want to go to the boot
6o A SIX-YEARS' DARLING.
Upstairs on the left," was the direction instantly given,
and Trix thought how kind it was of that gentleman to
stand there and tell the people which way to go. Away
went Nurse, driving the children before her that she might
be quite sure they were safe, and only stopping half a
dozen times on the way to examine the tempting things
that hung all round her.
Then Pussie tried on a great many pairs of boots, for
Nurse was rather fussy, and Trix wandered round, looking
at the cases of pretty-coloured shoes, until Nurse called
her, and she found that at last a pair had been chosen that
exactly suited Nurse's ideas and fitted Pussie quite com-
fortably. Trix followed Pussie and Nurse from shop to
shop as she went through her list, buying all kinds of
There was a great deal to amuse and interest Trix,
while the number of people, the life and movement, were
quite enough to make her happy. She thought this was
much nicer than any of the other shops she had seen
when she had been out with Mrs. Western, because there
was always something going on here, and every one was
so busy, and the young ladies were so pretty.
So Trix changed her mind and thought she would like
to live here even better than in the Soho Bazaar, though
the Bazaar was very pretty, but it was not nearly so
crowded or so lively as this. And Trix thought the
owner of this beautiful place was much to be envied.
"Come along, this way, children," said Nurse, seizing
them each by a shoulder and urging them forward. We
must go up for your frock now, Miss Pussie."
Trix was much interested in watching the frocks tried
A DA Y'S SHOPPING. 01
on Pussie, who stood very patiently and bore Nurse's
pulls and tweaks with great good temper, which was more
than Trix would have done. Each frock seemed prettier
than the last, but after a time Nurse said she had seen
62 A SIX- YEARS' DARLING.
enough, and, choosing two, asked to have them sent that
Mrs. Western might see which she liked best.
Pussie and Trix begged that they might have their
buns then, so Nurse went off with them downstairs, but
when she had got half-way down the staircase, she found
she had left her umbrella behind, and, calling to Trix and
Pussie, turned back to fetch it.
At that moment a lady coming down swept Trix away
from her party; Pussie clutched Nurse and followed her,
thinking Trix was coming too, and Nurse was too much
agitated over the loss of her umbrella (a silk one, given to
her by Mrs. Western last Christmas) to notice that Trix
was not there.
When the lady had passed, Trix ran up the staircase,
and, of course, turned in quite a wrong direction, so that
she saw nothing of Nurse or Pussie, and going on and
down another staircase (there seemed no end to them !)
she began to wonder how she would find her cousin again.
However, Trix had been lost once before, and it had
not been her fault this time, she was quite sure of that,
so that she felt very certain she would find Nurse and
Pussie if she only looked about a little; for when children
were not naughty of course nothing bad ever happens to
them, argued Trix, and if the worst came to the worst she
could take a cab-as she had thought of doing before-
and it should be a hi/g cab, and not a stupid shelter one !
So on the whole she thought herself rather well off, and
pitied Pussie, who would be obliged to go home with
Nurse in a four-wheel cab.
LOST FOB THE LAST TIME.
In the Counting House
Counting out his money."
RIX wandered up and down among the
people in Whiteley's shop quite unnoticed,
for she walked along in a business-like
manner, looking about her with great in-
terest and without the least fear, so that
no one would have supposed she was alone
in the crowd. But at length she began to
feel tired and hungry, oh so hungry, and
in one part of the shop there was such a good smell of
dinner, that Trix looked round a screen and saw a
number of ladies and children sitting at tables, eating all
kinds of nice things. On seeing this, Trix felt much more
hungry than before, and she wished she had the money
for the Bath bun. Unfortunately, it was safe in Nurse's
pocket, and Trix with wistful eyes walked on once more.
Somehow, when it came to the point, she did not feel
quite so brave about taking the cab and going home
64 A SIX- YEARS' DARLING.
all by herself, so she said she would "look about a little
There were not nearly as many people in the shop now,
for it was dinner-time, and most of them had gone home,
so as Trix wandered once more through the many depart-
ments, she found that the "crowd was gone, and yet she
could not find Nurse and Pussie.
Perhaps they had gone away without her, and a lump
rose in the child's throat as she thought of this possibility,
but she swallowed back her tears, and trudged on.
Presently a voice asked her what she wanted and where
she was going, but on seeing one of the gentlemen who
showed the way (as Trix explained later) speaking to
her, she burst into tears.
But the next moment a pretty young lady came by and
stopped to ask what was the matter.
Poor dear! She has lost herself," she said, as Trix,
tired and hungry, sobbed out her story; "here, take my
hand, and we will see if we can find Nurse. Where did
you lose her ?"
Oh it was ever so long ago," said Trix (it was barely
half an hour), "and it was on a staircase-there are so
many! and we had been buying a frock for Pussie."
Is Pussie your doll ?" asked the young lady.
Oh no, Pussie is my cousin. She is only five, but
I am six. I did not mind being lost before, but then I
was not nearly so tired or so hungry, and I don't know
my way out from here."
Where do you live ? asked Trix's friend.
"Oh! in Harley Street. My Aunt is Mrs. Western,
and Pussie is her little girl."
LOST FOR THE LAST TIME. 65
And Trix dried her tears, for she was rather ashamed
of crying after having been lost once before and not
minding it then.
A few inquiries about Nurse and her umbrella at the
counter where Pussie's frock had been ordered, made the
young lady say hopefully to Trix-
"I think we shall find them now;" and downstairs
they went once more into a different part of the shop, over
the door of which was written COUNTING HOUSE."
Yes There was Nurse, wringing her hands and weep-
ing, quite disregarding the request for SILENCE that was
staring her in the face.
On catching sight of Trix, she gave a cry of delight,
and embraced the child again and again, while Pussie, who
had been very miserable, held her cousin tightly by the
hand, as if she were something very precious, and she
dreaded losing her again.
Nurse thanked the kind young lady, and then Trix
begged to have her bun, so she and Pussie went inside
the screen and had each a large sugary Bath bun.
Now that her fear was over, Trix was much amused by
her adventure, and told Nurse all she had seen and heard
and thought, while the good woman sat by her side,
clutching the precious umbrella which was the cause of
Trix having eaten her bun, was a much more cheerful
little person than before that operation, and her spirits
rose higher and higher until Nurse had fears that she
might lose the child again. However, nothing of the kind
occurred, and they were all safely taken home in a cab,
with some very interesting-looking parcels.
66 A SIX- YEARS' DARLING.
Of course they were late for dinner, and Trix had to tell
all her adventures to her Uncle and Aunt, but she made very
light of her fears and did not confess that she had cried.
"It is a beautiful place, Aunt Katie," said Trix with
great enthusiasm. It is like a thousand shops all put
together, and each one seems nicer and more interesting
than the other! "
Then Pussie had to tell how much she had suffered
while Trix was lost, and what Nurse had said when she
discovered that the child was missing, and what they had
done in their efforts to find her.
Trix is quite a heroine," said Mr. Western. She
has had a great many adventures since she came to town.
How will you like being at Rylands after a whole winter
in London, Trix? '
Trix answered that she didn't know.
"Which do you like best," cried Pussie eagerly, "the
town or the country ?"
Oh! I like them both so much-I don't know," was
her cousin's answer.
But where would you like to live best of all ?" Pussie
Oh! I know," said Trix, her eyes sparkling: I can
tell you where I should like to live, and that is-ofposite
A shout of laughter greeted this announcement, and
Mr. Western supposed she wished for money to spend
there, otherwise she would not benefit much.
By the by," he said, "where is your purse, Trix?
I have heard a great deal about a 'sixpence and four-
pence and twopence,' and I should like to see them."
LOST FOR THE LAST TIME. 67
Away ran Trix for her purse, and brought it down very
triumphantly to show her Uncle her wealth. The new
farthing was looked at and admired, but Trix lamented
that though it was so very pretty, she was afraid she could
not buy very much with it.
Here, give it to me," said Mr. Western. See, hocus-
pocus-why, what is this ? "
"Oh! Uncle Frank! A beautiful five-shilling piece.
Is it for me? Oh! how very, very, VERY kind of you!
Why, you give me everything!"
Mr. Western laughed and said he should keep the
wonderful farthing, but as the children were leaving the
room to show Nurse the new treasure, and consult about the
Japanese doll, he called them back.
Trix, I have one condition to make about that five-
shilling piece, and that is, don't buy another crimson-paper
"No, Uncle Frank, indeed I won't!" And Trix ran
"- "Nineteen, twenty,
The 'mustardfot's' empty !"
E are going to buy the doll this morning,
Pussie," said Trix; "I shall like hav-
Ssing one of those dolls so m uch T heir
heads wobble about just like a real
baby's, and they seem to look alive, as
if they made faces. But oh! Pussie,
how shall I dress it ?"
Oh !-I can lend you some clothes,"
said Pussie, who was sitting on the floor, forcing her doll
Violet into long clothes that seemed much too small.
"There-these clothes won't fit you, darling, so Trix
may have them if she likes. What will you call your doll,
I don't know, I shall see. I shall call it the name it
looks most like. I think it will be a boy-they are so very
bald, you know.
"That will be very nice," said Pussie in a motherly
tone; "I love baby boys! There is such a sweet little
one in Park Square, and I kiss him whenever I see him. I
think he knows me now. He is just four months old."
The children started for their walk very happily, but
when they got to the Bazaar a discussion arose.
Trix preferred a doll with a very cross expression and a
button of black hair on the top of its head; but Pussie
exclaimed that it was very ugly, making a horrid face, and
she had never seen a baby with hair growing like that.
-.. ,' /,- -
"Trix saw a very strong likeness to her papa.
For a time they held the dolls, arguing, examining, and
putting them side by side; but at last Trix made up her
70 A SIX-YEARS' DARLING.
mind that the bald one was the nicest, and looked very like
a Charlie; and as Charlie was Papa's name, she would
have that doll. So a bald doll was bought.
There did not appear (to the ordinary observer) to be
much likeness between the shiny-headed Japanese doll,
with its funny, little, brown, sloping eyes, and Trix's Papa,
Mr. Charles Sydney, but Trix saw-or thought she saw-a
very strong likeness; so the doll became very dear to her
immediately. It was rather a trial having to carry it in a
paper wrapper-for it had no clothes-and who ever saw a
child in a paper dress ?
But Nurse very kindly lent a clean pocket-handker-
chief in which it could be wrapped, and that at any rate
looked like a white shawl, and real little babies had always
white shawls over their heads.
Violet made some rather unpleasant remarks about the
new child, spoken through Pussie, until Trix turned round
rather crossly, and said-
I wish you would tell your child to be quiet. She is
very rude and has made Charlie cry," whereupon Charlie
was vigorously pinched in the middle and sent forth
strange and unearthly sounds of woe.
I can't help it," said Pussie demurely. "If she will
say the things, how can I help it. But how oddly your
child cries Has he got a cold ?"
Yes, and no wonder, poor dear, considering how he
has been treated, lying in that shop all the time with
nothing over him but some funny tough paper! He has
a very bad cough too," and Trix made various sounds
suggestive of severe cold, and suddenly paused to say-
" Isn't he very bad ? "
Yes, indeed!" said Pussie in a tone of great anxiety;
" what will you do with him ? I thing he ought to go to
bed as soon as we get home. He may sleep in Violet's
bed if you like; that will be nice and warm. Perhaps he
had better have some gruel when he goes to bed. I am
afraid it would spoil him to tallow his nose; and Pussie
gravely contemplated the pale paper mdchd face, while the
head gave a slight roll and the little brown eyes seemed
to look at her.
I am afraid it n'ght-besides, he wouldn't like it,"
said Trix hastily.
I ; -
Pussie sitting by his side rocking him.
And at the idea Charlie was again pinched, and more
hoarse squeaks followed.
You see how he dislikes the idea! There, darling, you
sha'n't have nasty tallow on your nose. But, Pussie, we
might put a mustard-plaster on his chest!"
72 A SIX- YEARS' DARLING.
Oh yes, that would do him good ;-and if it did take
off the paint, it would not show when he was dressed.
But how will you manage to get the mustard ? "
Oh !-I shall see about that later," said Trix.
When they were at home, Charlie was arrayed in a
cast-off nightgown of Violet's and tucked up very tight in
the cradle, Pussie sitting by his side rocking him, which, as
his head was free and rolled from side to side, produced a
rather curious effect.
There was beef for the early dinner that day, and Mr.
Western having helped every one, said-
Give me the mustard, please, Trix."
Trix did as she was told, turning rather red. It was a
silver mustard-pot, and when Mr. Western lifted the cover,
he looked much astonished.
How is this, Biggin ?" he asked of the tall butler;
"no mustard ?"
Biggin looked angrily at the footman and asked where
the mustard was. James said he had put it on the table.
"Yes, yes," said Mr. Western," here is the mustard
pot, but there is none in it. It is quite clean !"
Biggin and James came to look, as if they could not
believe their ears, and then the butler said in a voice of
But I filled it myself this morning, sir! and James saw
me do it."
"And it was full when I put it on the table, sir,"
But who could have taken it-and what use could it
be to any one?" said Mr. Western, putting down the
empty mustard-pot with a laugh: no one would have
thought it worth while to steal the mustard and leave the
pot. It is very odd! "
"I saw Miss Trix come in here before lunch," sug-
gested Biggin. And when every one looked at Trix, she
was so red and seemed so guilty that there could be no
doubt who was the culprit.
"Why, Trix, what have you been doing?" asked Mrs.
Western, as the child hid her face in her hands, and there
was a moment's silence.
Don't be afraid, Trix," said her uncle kindly, patting
her on the shoulder by way of an encouragement to speak
out. "Why did you want all that mustard ?"
"I wanted it for Charlie," said Trix in a smothered
voice; I wanted to make him a mustard-poultice, because
he has such a cold."
"But who is Charlie?" asked Mr. Western in great
surprise. Pussie, can you explain."
Yes, papa; Charlie is Trix's Japanese doll, and his
squeak is very hoarse, so we thought if he had a mustard-
poultice, it might do him good. That is why Trix took
all the mustard."
Once upon a time."
N hearing why Trix had emptied the mustard-
"pot, neither Mr. nor Mrs. Western could
help laughing; as for Biggin and James,
They retired very quickly behind a large
screen where they could laugh unseen, for
"N Trix's funny doings were well known by this
time to the whole household. After lunch
Mr. Western insisted on visiting the sick
doll; and on going up to the nursery he found poor
Charlie in a very wretched condition. The contents of
the mustard-pot had been scraped into a handkerchief, and
this had been applied to poor Charlie's squeak. A yellow
substance clung to him, and his nightgown and cradle were
freely sprinkled, while Trix and Pussie's eyes streamed, and
they coughed as they hovered over their patient.
"Well! this is a mess!" said Mr. Western. I am
sure Charlie is much to be pitied, young ladies; I hope you
will never have to nurse me; I should rather dread your
tender mercies! But look here, Trix, you should never
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leave a mustard-poultice on too long. Ten minutes is
quite enough; so I should advise this mess coming away.
Now, I will be the doctor and take off this terrible plaster."
So Mr. Western set to work, and removed all traces of
the mess before Nurse arrived from her dinner.
"What have you children been doing?" she cried, as
she came in. Why, what a smell of mustard Oh !-I beg
your pardon, Sir, I did not see you were there! "
And Nurse began to smile and look pleased, for she was
very fond of Mr. Western, having been his nurse when he
was a little boy.
We 'children' have been up to mischief, Nurse," he
said laughing; but it was all this young gentleman's
fault," pointing to the doll. Master Charlie has been
taken ill and has had a mustard-plaster put on his chest.
He is, we fear, not much the better for it, but it is very
fortunate that he is none the worse "
Ah! I may be sure there has been mischief when I
find you up here, Mr. Frank," said Nurse, smiling on him,
"but where is the mess ?-I don't see anything!"
Oh the plaster has been taken off," said Pussie; "Papa
did it for us. He was the doctor, and I think he is the nicest
doctor in the world! When I am ill next time, Papa, will
you be my doctor, instead of old Mr. Camomile ? "
If you could be cured as easily as Charlie; but, you see,
when people will have measles, whooping-cough, and such
troublesome things as bad colds that wol't be cured by a mus-
tard-poultice, I am afraid my skill will not be of much use.'
What medicine would you give me, Papa ?"
Let me see : I wonder if a bread pill in a spoonful of jam
would cure you, with a little raspberry vinegar as a cooling
76 A SIX-YEARS' DARLING.
"Oh oh oh !" shouted the children, you shall be our
doctor, you really shall! That would be fun! why, it would
be really nice to be ill then."
Bless me, Mr. Frank, don't suggest such things to
them!" said Nurse hastily; "we shall have Miss Trix
doing something dreadful on purpose to be ill and take your
physic! No, my dears, when you are ill, I shall nurse you,
and I shall keep you in bed all day and give you black
draught, and salts and senna, and castor-oil, and those
medicines will make you well at once."
Pussie and Trix exclaimed loudly at the idea of taking
anything so nasty; but Nurse declared that if they dared
to be ill she would give them the nastiest physic she could
think of, so that all desire to be unwell faded away at once.
"Well, I must go," said Mr. Western, after giving
Pussie a long ride on the rocking-horse, for she never
ventured on its back without some one to hold her hand.
Good-bye, Mrs. Trix; take care of your Charlie, and
don't put another mustard-plaster on him without asking
your doctor, and don't rob my mustard-pot again when
there is beef for dinner-or, at any rate, leave me a little."
So saying he went away and left them to their games.
It rained that afternoon, and Trix, after saying how
fortunate it was that it did not rain in the morning,
when she wanted to buy Charlie, established herself, with
that young gentleman in her arms, at Nurse's feet, and
requested that she would tell them some stories.
Pussie instantly brought her little chair and took her
place opposite Trix, while Violet sat between them.
At first Nurse tried to make excuses; said that she had
nothing to tell; that Pussie knew all her stories by heart,
NURSE REMEMBERS. 77
and she had no new ones. But the children would not let
her off, so at last she said she would try and remember
something that Mr. Western had done when he was a
"You see, Miss Trix," Nurse began, "Master Frank
was just such another as you, as full of mischief as an egg!
Dear me! the pranks he used to play! He was never
cruel or unkind to any living thing, and he was always
very sorry when he had done wrong. Why, I remember
He had climbed up a hollow oak tree.
one day he was missing, no one could find him anywhere.
High and low we hunted, his Papa, his Mamma, and I, and
all the servants, and after nearly an hour-where do you
think we found him ? "
78 A SIX-YEARS' DARLING.
"Asleep in the hay?" asked Pussie, who had certain
recollections of her own.
"No, Miss Pussie, he was not. There was a hollow
oak tree in the garden, and the cat had been missing for
more than a week. Well, sure enough, he and the cat
were found together in the tree, for he had climbed up there
(ah he was a climber); and not only the cat, but five kittens
that had just opened their eyes. If it hadn't been for the
mewing of those five kittens we should never have known
where he was, and I'm positive he could never have got
out of that hollow tree by himself I Ah! he was a daring
child, bless him! Another time-I remember it as well
as if it was yesterday, for I had a letter that morning from
my sister in London, telling me she was going to be
married, and it was a Wednesday, of all the days in the
week, and my sister "- -
Yes, Nursey dear, but about Papa," reminded Pussie.
Ah! yes; well, it was a Wednesday, and he did no lessons
of a Wednesday afternoon, so he came to me and said he
was going out; and when he promised not to go outside the
gate, I let him go alone, worse luck It was nearly an hour
and a half later when, as I was standing by the fire in the
kitchen filling the kettle for my tea, I saw a strange boy
come into the house and run upstairs. Well, I set down the
kettle, and away I ran-and in the nursery I caught him. And
just as I was going to give him a good beating, out laughs
Master Frank, saying-' Don't you know me, Nurse ?'
And I didn't till then; and when I looked at him, no
wonder, for his own mother wouldn't have known him.
The gardeners had beaten the walnut trees that afternoon,
and Master Frank had gone with them, and if the child
NURSE REMEMBERS. 79
hadn't been and stained his face and hands like a gipsy!
Oh dear! oh dear! the work we had! Master Frank never
could bear walnuts after that, for it took ever so long to
get the stains off him, and it was weeks before he looked
"Papa likes walnuts now though," said Pussie, who
thought this a lovely story.
"Did it hurt him, getting the stains off? asked Trix,
longing to stain herself if she ever got the chance, provided
she would not have to suffer too severely in consequence.
"Yes, Miss Trix, that it did! His face was washed
and scrubbed and done with salt and vinegar and I don't
know what, until it smarted again So don't you ever try
it," added Nurse, nodding wisely; "and now I must go
down and put on my kettle for tea."
SAD NEWtS FOR TRIX AND PUSSIE.
Oh dear what can the matter be !"
RIX and Pussie, come with me, darlings,'
said Mrs. Western one morning after
breakfast; I have something to tell you,"
and sitting down in her boudoir, she took
the hand of each.
You remember the charming plans
we made at Rylands, Trix, and how
your Papa and Mamma intended coming
to London when Chrys went to school at Michaelmas, and
you were to do your lessons with Pussie and her governess?"
Yes, Aunt Katie-oh! what ?"
I have had a letter from your Mamma this morning,
and she tells me that Chrys has had a bad fall climbing
some tree, and he will not be able to go to school at
Michaelmas-he is too ill."
0 Aunt Katie Is he very much hurt ?" asked Trix,
looking quite miserable, while Pussie glanced from her
Mamma to Trix, and could think of nothing comfortingto say.
He is very far from well," said Mrs. Western, putting
SAD NEWS FOR TRIX AND PUSSIE. 8r
her arm round Trix and kissing her; "and he has to be
kept very quiet-no noise of any kind, no excitement, no
romping. So your Mamma has made up her mind not to
come to London till Christmas."
"0 Mamma!" and "0 Aunt Katie!" were the excla-
mations that greeted this announcement.
So when you leave us, Trix, it will be to go back to
Rylands until after Christmas. I was afraid this would
be a sad disappointment for you and Pussie;" and she
looked into the two little faces before her that were so full
of surprise and sorrow. It is very sad when our pleasant
plans have to be given up," continued Mrs. Western, as the
big tears began to roll over the children's cheeks, and a sob
was distinctly heard from Pussie; "but we must remember
that everything is for the best, and though it seems very
hard at this moment, we may even feel glad about it later,
and wonder why we were so unhappy. My dear children, I
am so sorry for you both, but we must try to make the last
ten days of Trix's visit as pleasant as possible; and to begin
with, we will shed no more tears, unless they are for poor
Chrys, who is as much disappointed as either of you, and is
not well besides."
But, Aunt Katie, Chrys is not ill enough to die?"
asked Trix in an anxious voice.
"No, dear, we all hope not. The doctor says he is
getting better, and that if he keeps quite quiet now he
will soon be well. Do you know how it happened, Trix ?
He had been told by Papa not to climb a particular tree,
unless he was there to advise him where to put his feet in
coming down, for it was not an easy one to climb."
Oh yes, I know that tree! said Trix.
82 A SIX-YEARS' DARLING.
But Chrys did not attend to what was said to him, and
he climbed it several times without hurting himself, but
a few days ago, he disobeyed once more, and that time he
fell and was very much hurt. It is very sad when children
will not listen to what is said to them. They often run into
danger and sometimes even die because they will not attend
to what their Papas and Mammas and Nurses say. You
know none of these disobedient children, do you, Trix ? "
"0 Aunt Katie!" and Trix flung her arms round Mrs.
"Now, I am going to read you part of your dear Mamma's
letter, in which she sends a message to you. Here it is-
Give my love to my darling Trix. I am longing to see her
again. I hope she will be a very good girl, and remember that I
have a great deal just now to worry me, and it will be the greatest
comfort if I can hear that she is really growing more quiet and
thoughtful, for in that case when she comes home she will be a
help to me. But if, on the contrary, she comes back only to run
wild and be as noisy and troublesome as she can be, it will add to
my anxieties very much, as the doctor gives the strictest orders
about Chrys. Please tell her all this from me, for I think she is
now old enough to understand the difference between a gentle
little girl and a rough tomboy."
Yes," said Trix, dropping a few more tears, I am the
rough tomboy, and Pussie is the gentle little girl. Nurse
always says so, and I suppose she knows."
Nurse thinks too much of Pussie's goodness," laughed
Mrs. Western; "she spoils her! But I know a little girl
who, I think, has been trying to be good lately and not
do such wild things, and has once or twice stopped to
think before rushing off to do some piece of mischief, and
has therefore had time to remember that she has been
told not to do it.-I wonder who the little girl is! "
SAD NEWS FOR TRIX AND PUSSIE. 83
"It is me! O Aunt Katie! how kind of you to say
that, because when you praise me it makes me feel that I
want to be good all the more!"
Dear me I shall have to praise you a great deal then.
Why, I shall have two wonderful children to take about
with me. I shall be very proud of them. And so we
will begin to-day, for I am going to take you both out in
the carriage this afternoon, and show you something which
will make you remember that there are many sadder things
in this world than having to give up some favourite plan."
On hearing this, Trix and Pussie were much delighted,
and ran up to dress for their morning walk, also to tell
Nurse all the news they had heard.
Charlie and Violet were taken out, only Charlie's head
was so very bald and shiny, and moreover so big, that it
was not easy to find anything in the doll's wardrobe that
would fit him, or, being on, would stay there. However,
an old necktie of Pussie's was turned into a handsome
turban, and with this adornment, his nightgown, and a
discarded shawl of Violet's, he was taken out for an airing.
As they walked along, Nurse said to Trix-
If you had your purse, Miss Trix, and cared to buy a
little bit of stuff, I could make you a bonnet for your doll
in no time."
You must call him Master Charlie,' Nurse," said Trix
in. atone of reproof; "but would you really make him a
bonnet ? That would be very nice. It is just what I want,
and I have my purse. You see Pussie's old doll's clothes
will fit his body, but his head is so very big that nothing
seems to fit that. How much stuff must I get ? a yard ?"
Oh no, Miss Trix, a quarter will be plenty."
84 A SIX- YEARS' DARLING.
So they went on and were just coming to the shop, when
they saw a little girl looking at a box full. of cheap toys.
She was neatly though very poorly dressed, and she did
not seem to be older than Trix.
"Ah! don't I wish I had her!" she said to herself, pointing
to a clumsy-looking doll with red cheeks and staring eyes;
"she's beautiful! but I 'spect she costs a lot o' pennies!"
And she sighed and was moving on when Trix stopped her.
"Which was the doll you wanted, little girl ? "
Her !" said the child, pointing to it.
"O Nurse, do wait!" cried Trix eagerly; "I don't
mind about Charlie's bonnet, this turban will do quite well;
only I should like to buy a doll for this little girl who has
none. How much does it cost ? "
"Well, I never!" exclaimed Nurse: "what next, I should
SAD NEWS FOR TRIX AND PUSSIE. 85
like to know! That doll costs a shilling, Miss Trix-a
"And I have one," said Trix, I have indeed, Nurse: I
may give it to her, mayn't I ? There is a shilling, little
girl, for you to go and buy that doll with I hope you will
The children looked into each other's eyes for a moment,
as the shabby little one murmured her thanks.
When they passed that way again, the child was sitting
on a doorstep hugging her treasure in a way that gave
Trix more satisfaction than ten well-fitting bonnets for
Charlie could have done.
..-. .... .,- Little lad, little lad, where were you born f "
H A T afternoon, at three o'clock, Mrs.
SWestern's big open carriage drawn by
S two brown horses came to the door. Mrs.
SWestern, Trix, and Pussie were soon com-
^'. .fortably seated inside with a beautiful rug
c over them, Pussie by her Mamma and Trix
~with her back to the horses, where she had
the whole seat and could fidget as much as she pleased.
"Where are we going, Mamma ? asked Pussie.
"We are first going to a toy-shop to choose something
for a little sick child we shall see presently. Would you
like to give him something, Pussie ?"
Yes, Mamma; may I give a picture-book ?"
If you wish it, certainly."
"And may I give something too ? asked Trix.
"Yes, dear; what would you like to give? "
"Something pretty; a toy, if he is ill. I suppose he
would not care for a whip, or a top, or marbles."
You can take him what you like when we have looked
about in the shop. Perhaps you will find something quite
But after a search for "something new," it was dis-
covered that the old-fashioned toys were much the nicest:
POOR TOMMY. 87
so Trix bought a dozen marbles and an old man sitting at
a table with a trap before him, and when a little handle
was turned, a rat flew out of the trap right down the old
man's throat, while he seemed much astonished (which is
not to be wondered at) ; yet as fast as the rats came out
So he got a little broom and tried sweeping a crossing.
he opened his mouth, and down they went, while a little
musical tinkling went on inside him.
Trix thought this man a lovely toy, and the marbles
were very good ones, and quite prettily marked.
Pussie's book took some time to choose, because no one
could feel sure which he would like best, animals, birds,
or little children. But at last (judging from her own
88 A SIX-YEARS' DARLING.
tastes), Pussie chose the book about children, and when
the things had been neatly wrapped in paper, the little girls
carried their parcels to the carriage with beaming faces.
Mamma, where is the little boy we are going to see ?"
asked Pussie, as they drove off again.
In the hospital, dear."
"0 Mamma! do tell us about him."
He is a poor little boy, with a sick mother, and two
little brothers younger than himself. He is only seven
years old, but he thought he would try to do something
for his mother, so he got a little broom and tried sweep-
ing a crossing. It was-very hard work when the streets were
muddy, and he was very small and so was the broom, so
that they could not get through their work very quickly.
But some people were kind to him, and he began to know
their faces when they passed; for being such a little fellow,
every one felt sorry for him; so he earned a good many
pennies and halfpennies.
But one day when the street was very muddy, and the
mud was like grease, it was so slippery, he saw on the other
side of the way a lady who took a great interest in him."
Here Mrs Western looked at Pussie, who asked quickly,
Was that you, Mamma ? "
Yes, dear. He saw me from the other side and came
running across the street, but before he had reached the
pavement he slipped down, and a cab, coming suddenly
round the corner, went over him."
O Mamma!" and Pussie looked as if she were going
to cry, this story was so very sad.
He was taken at once to the hospital, and now he is
getting better ; but, Pussie, I have not told you the saddest
part of all-he was obliged to have one of his little legs
cut off below the knee "
POOR TOMMY. 89
But, Mamma, this is dreadful! How could he bear it!"
"He is a very good little boy; and his only care,
since he has been ill, has been for his mother and little
brothers. When I visited him last time, I promised I
would bring my little girl one day to see him. When he is
able to leave the hospital, he will go away to the seaside,
and some day, when he has a little wooden leg made for him,
I hope he will be able to get about again. He is very clever
with his fingers, and can carve quite nicely for his age."
Just then the carriage stopped before a large building.
Mrs. Western got out, and the children followed, clinging
tightly to her.
A gentleman came forward and spoke to her, then he
led the way upstairs, and they all followed.
In a very long room with a great many beds lay a
little boy with fair hair, and eyes as blue as a summer sky.
What a smile he gave as he saw Mrs. Western following
the gentleman, and the children with her.
"Well, Tommy," she said, holding out her hand to him,
"how are you to-day ? "
I'm better, mum," said Tommy, his eyes fixed on the
two little girls. Thank you for coming mum !"
Tis is my little girl, Tommy, and she has brought you a
book; and this is my little niece, who has brought you a toy."
It was very pretty to see the flush come into poor little
Tommy's cheeks and how his eyes sparkled with delight
at the things they brought him. He hugged the marbles
in their little bag, patted the book very fondly, and made
the old man swallow so many rats that he must have had
a very bad attack of indigestion after it. The children
were quite happy watching him and seeing his pleasure
in what they had brought; but Pussie thought it was very
sad too, and her eyes filled with tears of sympathy when
90 A SIX-YEARS' DARLING.
Mrs. Western asked him if he were in pain, and he
"Not now, mum. ItLonly hurts me sometimes. The
doctor says I shall soon be better, and then I'm to go to
the sea Oh I sometimes lays awake wondering' what the
sea'll be like! I'm sure it's beautiful, and I sometimes thinks
it was quite a good thing for me to get run over like that, for
folks is so kind, and mother has been took such care of!"
We will try and take as good care of her while you are
away; and then we must see what can be done for you.
You must learn to work with your hands, Tommy; and
some day you may even be glad that you have been ill.
Think what a number of kind friends you have made since
your accident. Now we are going on to see your mother,
have you any message for her ? "
Only my love, mum, and please tell her I'm getting' on
like anything, and they are no end kind to me here, and
I hope to see her again soon."
Very well. And what do you think she would like
me to take her besides some tea and sugar ?"
"Oh! mum!" and Tommy's eyes sparkled; "could
you take her a little bit o' meat and a bit o' bacon, and
oh a pot o' jam for the little boys ? "
"Very well, I won't forget. And now we must go
away or we shall be so late. Good-bye, Tommy; I will
come and see you again before you go to the seaside."
Thank'ee, mum," said Tommy, with a very grateful
glance; "and thank you, Miss, for the nice book; and you
for the pretty toy, Miss !"
The children turned round and nodded to him several
times as they followed Mrs. Western down the long ward;
and they thought it was very interesting seeing sick people,
and hoped that they would be able to come again some day.
My mother to your mother
S- Went over the way."
HEN they were in the carriage again,
Mrs. Western said she wished to go to
a grocer's, and there she bought the tea
sugar, a nice Lig piece of bacon, and the
pot of jam for the little boys. After that
she went to a butcher's and bought three
large mutton chops, and then, having
packed everything into a big basket, they
drove away towards another part of London. The streets
began to get narrower, and the people who walked on the
pavement looked poorer and more shabby than in the
beautiful streets Trix admired so much. There were many
more children-ragged, hungry-looking, white-faced chil-
dren-playing in the gutters, and Trix wondered where
they could all have come from, for the houses looked so
small and wretched there could hardly be room there for
all the people, and so many children as well.
At last the carriage stopped before a dilapidated little
92 A SIX-YEARS' DARLING.
house, where the door stood partly open, and people
walked in and out as they pleased, for there was no bell,
and the rusty old knocker had been wrenched off long ago.
There was very little paint left on the door, the steps
were almost worn away, the passage was small and dingy,
"/ A t
Ragged, hungry-looking children playing in the gutters.
while in the windows, such panes of glass as were left
were encrusted with dirt, but they were mostly broken and
stopped up with paper, bits of rag, or a board of wood.
Mrs. Western went in and up a small dark staircase,
followed by Trix and Pussie, who clung to her and to each
TOMMY'S HOME. 93
other, not liking this sort of place at all. James came
after them carrying the basket.
After going up two flights of stairs, Mrs. Western
paused and gave a gentle tap at a door on one of the tiny
landings. A feeble voice said, "Come in!" So in they
went, and James, putting down the basket, went away.
There was scarcely any furniture in the room, though
everything was very clean. A little tumble-down bed
stood in one corner, a table and two wooden chairs in the
middle of the room, and on a shelf a jug and basin with a
few cups, plates, and necessaries for breakfast and dinner.
An old trunk stood in the window (which had neither
shutters nor curtains to keep out heat or cold), and seated
on it were two little boys of six and four years old, while,
bending over a handful of coals that burnt in the little grate,
stood a thin pale woman in a faded black dress. How her
face brightened as she saw Mrs. Western !
Pussie thought her Mamma seemed like a good angel,
carrying happiness with her wherever she went.
How are you to-day, Mrs. Filby ? I have just been
to see Tommy, and thought you would like to know how
Mrs. Filby hastily dusted a chair with her apron, and
placed it for Mrs. Western, as she answered-
I'm sure it's like you to think of it, ma'am. We are
getting on better, thank you kindly. But about Tommy,
bless him! How is he now, ma'am ?"
Getting stronger and better. He sent you his love.
He is such a good, patient, little fellow that they are all fond
of him, and he says they are very kind. This is my little
girl, Mrs. Filby, and that is my little niece. They have
94 A SIX-YEARS' DARLING.
been taking Tommy a book and a toy to amuse him ; he
must find it weary work lying there with nothing to do."
"He says he watches all that goes on, and talks to the
folks in the beds near him," said Mrs. Filby. But, oh! you
are kind to have remembered him, poor child, for to-
i -- .
"I .1 \
At the window were two little boys.
morrow is his birthday, and he will be eight years old. He
was only saying to me when I saw him last, 'Mother,' he
says, I wish I could have a birthday present,' he says, 'just
to feel what it is like;'" and Mrs. Filby dusted the other
chair, and asked if Pussie or Trix would not sit down.
No, no; sit down yourself," said Mrs. Western. It will
"TOMMY'S HOME. 95
do them good to stand, for they have been sitting in the
How are the little boys ?"
"They're nicely, thank you, ma'am," answered Mrs.
Filby; but I don't let them go out into the streets to play;
the children are so rough and learn them bad ways. I do
what I can for them indoors, and they go to school regular.
Come here, Jim, and say your pretty verse to the lady."
Jim (aged four) clambered off the trunk and came for-
ward, then putting his hands behind him, as he was taught
to do at school, he drawled out-
How dus 'ee littlee busy bee,
Each prove im shinin' hour;
And gasser honey all dee day,
From evesy opening' flower."
Having repeated the verse, he went solemnly back and
climbed once more to his place on the trunk.
Then the sugar and tea and the other good things were
brought out of the basket, and poor Mrs. Filby was profuse
in her thanks, while the two little boys' eyes beamed from
their perch as they saw the big pot of jam.
After that Mrs. Western said good-bye, and Trix proudly
carried off the empty basket. When they were again
seated in the carriage, Pussie begged that they might drive
once round Hyde Park before they went home, so Mrs.
Western gave the order.
Trix enjoyed seeing the trees, the grass, and the water
with the swans sailing on it, for they reminded her of her
own home in the country, but very soon the quiet and the
movement of the carriage acted as a cradle to little Pussie,
and she fell fast asleep in her corner.
96 A SIX- YEARS' DARLING.
Her Mamma covered her with the rug, and she did not
wake up until they stopped in Harley Street.
Oh! but, Mamma I never saw my favourite corner of
the Park !" she exclaimed as she was lifted out.
That is a pity, darling, but as you were so fast asleep,
He crawled out How does 'ee 'ttle busy bee.'
it is not surprising. Next time we drive there you had
better keep awake. I daresay you will very soon see your
'favourite corner' again, whichever that may be."
So the children ran upstairs to Nurse, and gave her
the most exciting account of their afternoon-of little
Tommy in the hospital and his poor mother in her one
little room. Then Trix tried to say How doth the little
TOMMY'S HOME. 97
busy bee" as Jim had spoken it, but she could not quite
Pussie," said Trix, after they were in bed that night,
" I think your Mamma is a very good lady !"
Oh! isn't she cried Pussie, sitting up in bed in her
earnestness; I am sure there is no one in the world so
good as my Mamma! "
"Yes, she is very good," continued Trix, "and when I
am a big lady with a great deal of money, I shall go about
and see poor people as she does; and I shall go to the
hospitals and give the people their presents, and make
them like me and look at me just with the same smile as
they did at Aunt Katie. I think it was quite beautiful."
"Yes," said Pussie, a little enviously, because if Trix was
going to be like her Mamma, who was Pussie to be like ?
But then you will have to be very rich,-Mamma is "
Oh yes, I shall--I mean to be rich."
But where will the money come from ?" asked Pussie.
I think I shall sow some in my garden and see if it will
come up--Jane told me it might."
I don't believe what Jane says," returned Pussie, who
had never liked the nurserymaid at Rylands.
Well, I can but ry. Anyhow I shall get the money
from somewhere, and then I shall give it all away to the
poor sick people! "
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J DADA4 E TUSSA UD'S.
"See, see! What shall I see ?"
H O is going with me to-day ?" said Mr. Wes-
Jl tern coming into the nursery one morning.
""I am! I am!" shouted the children,
AO rushing at him.
"But you don't know where I am going."
"Oh! somewhere nice, I can see it in
your face," said Pussie, climbing on to his
knee as he sat down in Nurse's chair.
"Well, I have thought of going to a lecture on botany,
and then for a short drive in one of Trix's favourite
'shelter' cabs, and after that, perhaps, we might go and
study geology in the British Museum."
The children looked rather-puzzled on hearing this.
"What is 'botany' ? and what is 'geo'-' geo'-some-
thing ?" asked Pussie, putting her head on one side.
"Botany is the science of plants, and geology is all
about the earth and what it is made of: they are both
very interesting studies."
But Trix turned up her nose very scornfully.
That is all horrid, Uncle Frank; but then I know you
are laughing at us! Do tell me," and she nestled up to