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 Front Cover
 Frontispiece
 Title Page
 Table of Contents
 A family of daisies
 Raindrops
 Bert's Chinaman
 The dog that had no home
 The wheelbarrow
 Little round dot
 All of us kittens
 Alice
 "The flower that smiled"
 Violet and Pansy
 Back Cover






Title: Daisies and raindrops
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Title: Daisies and raindrops
Physical Description: 111, 1 p. : ill. ; 25 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Blanchard, Amy Ella, 1856-1926
E.P. Dutton (Firm) ( Publisher )
J.J. Little & Co ( Printer )
Publisher: E.P. Dutton & Company
Place of Publication: New York
Manufacturer: J.J. Little & Co
Publication Date: c1882
 Subjects
Subject: Children's stories, American   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry, American   ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1882   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1882   ( lcsh )
Publishers' advertisements -- 1882   ( rbgenr )
Bldn -- 1882
Genre: Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Publishers' advertisements   ( rbgenr )
Spatial Coverage: United States -- New York -- New York
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Statement of Responsibility: by Amy E. Blanchard.
General Note: Contains prose and verse.
General Note: Publisher's advertisements on back cover.
Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
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Bibliographic ID: UF00052992
Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of Florida
Holding Location: Baldwin Library of Historical Children's Literature in the Department of Special Collections and Area Studies, George A. Smathers Libraries, University of Florida
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Page 1
        Page 2
    Frontispiece
        Plate
    Title Page
        Page 3
        Page 4
    Table of Contents
        Page 5
        Page 6
    A family of daisies
        Page 7
        Page 8
        Page 9
        Page 10
        Page 11
        Page 12
        Page 13
    Raindrops
        Page 14
    Bert's Chinaman
        Page 15
        Page 16
        Page 17
        Page 18
        Page 19
    The dog that had no home
        Page 20
        Page 21
        Page 22
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        Page 39
    The wheelbarrow
        Page 40
        Page 41
    Little round dot
        Page 42
        Page 43
        Page 44
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    All of us kittens
        Page 65
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    Alice
        Page 86
        Page 87
        Page 88
    "The flower that smiled"
        Page 89
        Page 90
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    Violet and Pansy
        Page 108
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    Back Cover
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DAISIES AND RAINDROPS




BY

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CONTENTS.





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A FAMILY OF DAISIES ....................................................... ... 7

RAINDROPS..................... .................................. ............ 14

BERT'S CHINAMAN ....... ......... ...................... ......... ........ 15

THE DOG THAT HAD NO HOME ................................................. 20

THE W HEELBARROW ................................................. ......... 40

LITTLE ROUND DOT ................................................... ....... 42

ALL OF US K ITTENS ...................... .................................... 65

A LICE .................................... ................................... 86

THE FLOWER THAT SMILED ................................................... 89

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THEY grew near each other in the long, green
grass. It was the loveliest May weather. The sky was
so blue,.and everything seemed bursting with happi-
ness. The daisies certainly were happy-and why
shouldn't they be? they were so white, with such yel-
low centres-they lived upon such a lovely green
field.
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8 A FAMILY OF DAISIES.

A very large family it was- sisters, brothers,
uncles, aunts, and cousins. Of course there was a
striking family resemblance between them all, and I
think there were several pairs of twins among them;
but instead of having their last names all alike, as re-
lations generally do, these had the first name the
same. There was Daisy White and Daisy Bright, Daisy
Fine and Daisy Love, Daisy Grand and Daisy Awry,
Daisy Little and Daisy Dear, and a lot more.
One morning Daisy Love opened her eyes. I
declare," she said, "my skirt is quite wet with the
dew! Never mind; the sun is coming up, it will soon
dry up the wet. I wonder if Daisy Dear is awake ? "
Now Daisy Love and Daisy Dear were very fond of
each other, and always tried to open their eyes at the
same time in the morning, and shut them up together
at night; often kissed each other over the top of the
grass when no one was looking; and just at this mo-
ment Daisy Love felt a soft kiss on the tip edge of one
of her petals, and she knew Daisy Dear was awake. He
had only time to say, Good-morning," when the other
daisies began to wake up all around. Daisy Bright and
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couldn't tell them apart. Whatever one did, the other
did. They always nodded their heads in the same di-
rection. If a drop of rain fell on one, the other was
unhappy till a drop of rain fell on her too.
"Here comes the breeze!" said Daisy Grand. "Now
we shall hear all the news!" for you must know the
breeze is a great news-carrier among the flowers, and
they depend on it as much as we do on the morn-
ing papers to hear about what is going on in the
world.
At once there was a great rustling and whisper-
ing, and as they all had their heads together, Daisy
Dear took occasion to tell Daisy Love how fond he
was of her. I hope the breeze didn't hear him, for it
would have been known all over the flower world the
next day if he had. The breeze passed on, after leav-
ing the news, and for some time the daisies nodded
to each other, and talked over all that had been
going on.
I hear there are very few violets seen now this
far South," said Daisy Little.
Oh, I am so sorry!" said Daisy Awry. I always
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"That's because they are one-sided, like yourself,
I suppose," said Daisy Fine, who was very fond of say-
ing sharp things.
"Aren't you ashamed to be so unkind ?" said
Daisy Love to Daisy Fine. Poor Daisy Awry cannot
help it if some of her petals are so much shorter than
the rest; she was born under a cloud, you know."
Daisy Fine did not answer, but shook a dew-drop
from one of her pearly petals, and looked up to see if
Daisy Grand was looking at her, but he wasn't; he was
watching a sunbeam that was creeping along the grass.
"I hear the fire-flies will soon be coming," he said.
"Perfect!" exclaimed Daisy White and Daisy
Bright, together; then the nights will be so exciting."
We don't care for the fire-flies, do we ?" said
Daisy Dear, lovingly, to Daisy Love. We like the
early morning the best."
Daisy Love blushed, or may be it was' only the
reflection from a pink clover-head that was looking
in her direction; only I know she looked quite pink
for a moment. How blue the sky was, and how soft
the air! It was such a delicious day that it tempted a
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the green field where the daisies lived, and soon a
little girl was filling her hat with daisies. So white
and lovely they are," she said, with their bright eyes!
I will take a big bunch to mamma." Then she gath-
ered them all; no, not all; she left poor Daisy Dear all
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just picked Daisy Love, when a butterfly came dancing
by, and she ran after it, leaving poor Daisy Dear for-
lorn and forsaken. The little girl did not mean to be
so heartless, for she didn't know how the two loved
each other, and how miserable they would be separ-
ated.
She tore off the bunch of daisies for her mamma,
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who put them in a long-necked glass vase, where they
lived many days--all but Daisy Love; her heart was
broken, and she faded away, never holding her head
up again after she was taken from her home in the
green field.
Daisy Dear was looking toward the evening sky,
whose rosy clouds made him think of the blushes of
Daisy Love, when some one in a white robe came
toward him.
"It is an angel," he thought.
"You poor little daisy! said a sweet voice, you
are left all alone, just as I am. I wonder if you feel
as lonely as I do ?" and a maiden picked the daisy, and
stood there looking at it.
Presently she began to pluck off the petals, one
by one, saying softly, He loves me," He loves me
not."
As the last petal fell she smiled, and dropped the
golden centre, shorn of its fringe of silver petals, on the
grass, repeating to herself, He loves me."
"I (lie for love," said Daisy Dear. A drop of dew
fell on his golden heart, and it shone out in the dark
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14 RAINDROPS.



RAINDROPS.
(See Frontispiece.)
COME, come, little raindrops; come, hurry down fast;
The flowers are glad you are coming at last;
The sun has been shining so hot, that I think
He kissed them so hard they've forgotten to wink.

I saw them this morning, their faces were dry,
They all had to turn them away from the sky,
And drooped their heads down, looked so pale and
so sad--
Come, come, little raindrops, we're all of us glad.

Come, fall on my face, and drop down on my eyes,
And drive on the window where sick Willie lies;
The clouds they have plenty, enough and to spare;
Come, come, little raindrops, and cool off the air.

The poor little flowers, and Willie and I,
We all want to see you come down from the sky;
Come, fall on my face, and my hands, if you please;
Come, dear little raindrops, and bring us a breeze.









BERT'S CHINAMAN. 15


BERT'S CHINAMAN.
"DEAR BERT:-
Aunt Lucy is here; she is going to your house
to-morrow. She is going to bring you a Chinaman. I
wish I had one. I have a new penknife.
"Aff. your cousin,
"NED."

"Mamma, mamma! Aunt Lucy is going to bring
me a Chinaman!" cried Bert, waving the letter over
his head.
What does the child mean ?" said his mother.
"Who has been writing to you ? "
"C Ned," answered Bert. I wonder if he will have
a pigtail?"
Who, Ned ? "
No, the Chinrman. Mamma, do you believe he
will eat with chopsticks ? Do you think he will want
mice ? I saw one in the pantry this morning."
"I don't understand it at all," said his mother, when
she had read the letter. What does Lucy mean ?
I don't know that I care for Chinese servants."



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I know," said Bert. She heard me say one day,
when she was talking about California, that I wished
we had a Chinaman for a servant, and she is just go-
ing to bring one because I said so."
Well," said his mother, to-morrow is not
very far off, so you can go to bed and dream
about it."
Bert did go to bed, and dreamed that he saw the
Chinaman wildly capering about with a bunch of mice
in his hand. He told his dream at the breakfast-table,
much to every one's amusement.
I am going to learn to eat with chopsticks,"
said Bert; "then when I go to picnics, or camp out, it
won't make any difference whether I have a knife and
fork or not."
Aunt Lucy came at last, after Bert had worn his
shoes almost entirely through the soles running back
and forth from the gate to the house.
But where was the Chinaman ? Being a well-bred
child, Bert did not like to interrupt conversation at
once, so he was very quiet for a while.
Finally he could stand it no longer. Aunt Lucy,
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"cc Oh, I have him safe," she said, and then went on
talking to his mother.
"Perhaps he stopped to bring up the baggage,"
thought Bert, so he said no more. But the trunks
came, and no Chinaman. This was too much for Bert;
so, to bridge over the time, he went off with his boon
companions to buy fishing tackle.
His mother was alone in the sitting-room when he
got back.
Mamma, have you seen the Chinaman ?" he
asked, first thing.
"Yes," said she, trying not to smile. "Your aunt
Lucy told me to send you to her room and she would
show him to you; but you must take good care of him,
and not have him around where the boys will get
at him."
Why, they wouldn't be so mean as to hurt him,"
said Bert, indignantly, rushing up stairs.
"Here is your china man," said his aunt. "I got
him from a poor little Italian boy, and I thought as
you were fixing up your room, it would make a good
ornament for your mantel."










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THE DOG THAT HAD NO HOME.
TIERE was once a big dog who lived in a stable,
back of a large store, and she was the mother of five
little roly-poly puppies. When the puppies were only
a few days old the big mother dog was killed, and the
poor little baby dogs were in danger of starving to
death; so what did they do with them but feed them
just like little babies. The man who took care of the
stable said, It would be too bad not to raise these lit-
tle pups. I will see what I can do." So he went into the
cellar of the store and got five big packing-boxes; these
he carried into the stable and filled them with straw;
then he put a little puppy in each box. "Now," said
he, "I shall try and feed them." So he went to a store
and bought some bottles, such as little babies nurse
from. He filled them with warm milk and water, and
gave it to the little puppies. They sucked away, and
were just as contented as could be.
When the men in the store heard about the little
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and they all gave the man some money to buy milk
with.
So they grew finely, and in time were big enough
to eat from a saucer.
Then the men in the store all wanted to have a
little puppy to keep; so the stableman gave them all
away but one.
This one he kept for himself, and called it Funny,
because he was such a funny little dog. He taught him
tricks-to stand on his hind legs and wave his paws, to
lie down and play dead dog, to sit up with a lump of
sugar on his nose, and toss it up in the air when his
master counted five, catching it in his mouth when it
came down; so Funny was a very nice little dog.
But one night a fire broke out in the stable-a
terrible fire. Poor little Funny was asleep in his box,
when the fire began to crackle around him, and woke
him up. He lifted up his head and looked this way and
that, not knowing what to do. The place was begin-
ning to get full of smoke, and the horses were neigh-
ing and stamping with fright; but presently, ring-ring
-ring-up came the fire-engine, as hard as it could
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men rushed in to get the horses out. Funny jumped
from his box and made for the door. He was almost
choked to death, but when he got out into the fresh air
he felt better. There was a great crowd outside, and
the water was spurting all over everything. Funny
got quite wet, and thought he would not stay there, so
off he ran down street as hard as he could go, looking
back once or twice to see if his master were anywhere
about.
The flames were darting up from the roof of the
stable, and the boards falling in; but the horses were
safely gotten out, and nobody was hurt.
Funny was not used to being out at night, and
after he had run some distance he sat down and won-
dered what he should do next.
The street lamps blinked and winked at him, and
he sat there blinking and winking at the street lamps.
Pretty soon a man came down the street. He was
about as tall as Funny's master, the stableman, and he
wore a dark-brown overcoat.
Funny made up his mind to follow him, so he
trotted along behind him, first up one street and then
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The man did not notice him for some time, but
Funny kept along all the same. At last he stopped
and went. up the steps of a house, taking a key from
his pocket to open the door.
Funny went up behind him, wagging his tail.
"Poor fellow!" said the man, I'm sorry, but you can't
come in;" and he shut the door, leaving Funny outside.
He stood there looking up very wistfully for a few
minutes, hoping some one would come and open the
door for him; but no one came, so he ran off, feeling
quite unhappy.
As he was running along he saw a big dog in
front of him. Now," said he to himself, I will find
out where to go." But just then he heard a cry, and
then pitiful whining. The big dog pricked up his ears,
and ran as hard as he could down the street; Funny
followed, and presently saw him pick up a poor little
puppy that some one had kicked out into the street.
The big dog picked it up in his mouth and marched off
with it, as if he meant to take charge of it and see
that it did not get hurt again.
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look out for myself; for I am well and strong, and that
poor little fellow isn't."
So he turned off in another direction, seeing that
the little puppy was sure to be all right.
After he had run about for some time he got
tired, and tried to find a place where he could go to
sleep. He found a door-mat, and had just curled him-
self up to take a nap, when some one came out of the
house and gave him a kick, saying, Get out! "
Poor little Funny! he had never been used to
such treatment, and he flew down the steps and up
street, his little heart beating so with fright that he
did not know which way to turn.
There seemed to be no place for him to rest, till
after a while he crept under some steps, and went to
sleep.
In the morning he woke up and stretched himself,
then began to look about for something to eat.
How he longed for his kind master and the nice
dish of bread and milk, and the meaty bones he was
used to having! He had never had to get his own
breakfast before, so he hardly knew how to set
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It was a nice bright morning, and he trotted along
down the street till he smelled meat. It was in a
butcher shop. He stood outside wagging his tail and
looking in with eager eyes, expecting every moment
that some one would throw him a piece from the great
sides of meat that hung on the hooks; but no one did,
and at last Funny ventured a few steps into the shop,
timidly at first, but as his hunger got the better of him
he went further, and with his two paws up on the
block, he was smelling a juicy-looking steak that lay
there.
Presently, whack came a stick down on his back,
and, with a howl of pain, he put his tail between his
legs, and ran on, and on, and on.
After a while he reached the woods, and ran along
a path looking this side and the other, for fear the
butcher with the stick was somewhere near; but he
wasn't, and Funny got over his fear. And when he
saw a little girl sitting under a tree, he ran up to her,
wagging his tail.
Why, you poor little doggie !" said the little
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But Funny could not answer except by looking up
in the little girl's face and licking her hands.
"I am taking father's breakfast to him," she said.
"He is out in the field, and is in such a hurry to
get the hay cut that he can't come home for his
breakfast. I wonder if he would miss a little bit of
meat."
Funny tried to understand, and beat his tail on the
ground, for he was so glad to have some one speak
kindly to him.
I don't think I ought to give you anything with-
out leave," said the little girl; but perhaps there will
be some left." So she got up and walked off toward a
field where some men were at work. Funny kept
close behind her, and lay down at her feet while the
man ate his breakfast. "May I give this poor little
dog the scraps ? asked the little girl, when her father
had finished.
Yes," replied the man; "but I don't know that
it is best to feed him, for he will want to stay, and we
have dogs enough."
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eaten, but it was because he had never been so hungry
before.
Now you must go home, little dog," said the
little girl. But Funny hadn't learned what Go home"
meant, so he followed close at her heels.
He won't go, father," said the little girl.
Well, I'll send him," said the man. And picking
up a stone, he flung it at Funny; it didn't hit him, but
he was just as much afraid as if it had, and went off
down the road.
After a time he met another dog, who stopped
and spoke to him.
"Where are you going ? said he.
"I don't know," replied Funny.
"Oh, you don't-then I suppose you are a tramp.
like myself."
Funny didn't know what a tramp was, but he said
if it meant that he had no home, that he certainly was
a tramp.
"Where did you get your breakfast ? asked the
tramp dog.
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that lane, doesn't she ? Did they set the dog on
you ? "
No," said Funny. "I didn't go to the house."
I've been there," said the tramp dog. And
they have a big dog in the yard that has a nice
house. I saw the little girl feeding him once; but a
man set the big dog on me, so I have never been
there since. Suppose we go along together," he said;
"it won't be so lonely."
Funny was very willing, but was not at all pleased
at the life the tramp led, and which he was afraid he
would have to lead.
I don't think I would like to eat out of a garbage
barrel," he said.
"Oh, you will soon get used to it," said the tramp.
I had to. I belonged to a dear little girl once, and
had a collar, and a nicq house and everything, but the
little girl went away,'and I was given to some one
else. I got lost, and you see what I have come to,"
he said, sighing.
Funny thought of his kind master, and sighed
too.
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told the tramp dog how he had been beaten that
morning by the butcher.
The tramp dog laughed. Oh, that is nothing,"
said he. You mustn't mind a little trifle of that kind."
Funny felt very woe-begone. "I have always
wanted to be a noble dog," he said; "My master used
to tell me that I would be; but I am afraid I shall
never be now."
Oh, I don't know," said the tramp. "Some one
may take a fancy to you and give you a home; there
is always a chance of that, even for us tramps. Here
is a gate open; suppose we go in and see what we can
find."
Funny followed the tramp dog into the yard. A
little boy was sitting on the steps with a bowl of soup
in his lap, a cosy-looking cat was patting him on the
knee, as if she wanted some too; but just as Funny
and his friend were going to beg for a taste, a' great
big dog came around the corner of the house and put
his head over the boy's shoulder.
Nice old Rover," said the little boy. "Wait a
minute and you shall have some of my soup; but you
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Presently he put down the dish, and the dog and
cat both commenced lapping up the soup at a great
rate.
The other two dogs came up and asked the big
dog to give them a little, but he only growled and
showed his teeth. So they went off and found their
dinner in an ash-barrel.
Then they went off again down the street, which
got more and more crowded. They. were hurrying
across, dodging under the carriage wheels, when one
of a pair of horses jumped aside, and knocked
the poor tramp dog right under the wheels, which
passed over him, breaking his back. Funny could
do nothing, and the poor tramp dragged himself to the
sidewalk, where a policeman shot him, and put him
out of his pain.
Funny felt very sad and lonely after this, and
wandered about the streets several days, picking up
whatever he could to eat, and sleeping in all sorts of
places. He did not make any more friends, and found
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a boat, he went too. No one saw him till the boat was
going, and when it landed he was put ashore.
This was an entirely new place, and he liked it
better than the crowded city, for there were not so
many dogs, and there were plenty of scraps from the
hotel table.
His longing to do something noble was always in
his mind, and one day he saw some people in bathing.
A little girl got too far out, and would have drowned
if a splendid big dog had not gone out into the water,
and, taking her by the dress, brought her back safe.
Every one praised the big dog and petted him,
while poor little Funny stood by and thought, Oh, if
I could only be as grand as that! "
But a few days after came a great surprise. The*,
big dog and most of the people had gone away, and it
was getting cool.
One day, when the boat landed, Funny saw a face
that he knew. He ran up to see if he knew who it
was, and who should it be but his old master. Funny
sniffed and sniffed, and jumped up on the man, but he
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THE DOG THAT HAD NO HOME. 39

like folks; besides, he had grown to be a big dog.
Anyhow, Funny followed him about all day, and when
he went out fishing with some other men in a little
boat, Funny sat on the sands and whined because he
couldn't go too.
He sat there a long time, till the sky began to
get dark, and the wind blew the waves up on the
shore.
The men in the boat tried to get to the shore,
but the waves pitched and tossed them about till the
boat upset.
Funny saw his master go over into the black
waves, and in another minute he jumped into the sea
and tried to swim to him, but the waves tossed and
* beat him so, that finally his strength gave out when he
had just reached his master.
The men were picked up by a boat, and although
they were almost dead they did not die.
But poor little Funny sank under the cold, cruel
water, and the next day his poor little body was
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40 THE WHEELBARROW.



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A QUEER little man, in a queer tall hat,
Took a maid to ride. She was very fat.
So fat she was, that she filled the barrow,
Although I should state, it was very narrow.
The maiden was fat, the maiden was fair,
With a nose turned somewhat up in the air;
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THE WHEELBARROW. 41

She carried a sun-shade, blue outside;
The toes of her shoes were made very wide;
Her dress was yellow, and green her bonnet;
Her kerchief was white, with red spots on it.
She said to the queer little, quaint little man:
" I wish I had carried my turkey-tail fan.
I'd like to feel as cool as that cow did
Who stood in the water and wasn't crowded.
"Why was your wheelbarrow fashioned so small ?"
Said she. I can scarcely travel at all;
I don't see how I could ever stay in it
If I didn't hold on to it every minute."
Then said the queer little, quaint little man,
Who wore a jacket the color of tan,
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42 LITTLE ROUND DOT.



LITTLE ROUND DOT.

WHEN Dotty was a little weentsy baby, she was
such a fat little mite, that her papa called her a little
round dot, and as she grew older every one called her
so too; for she was a real little dumpling of a girl.
Her right name was Millicent Cooke, and she
lived in the country, where there were lots of pigs and
chickens and ducks, and all sorts of things to play
with, besides her brother and her little cousin Abby.
Dotty was just five years old when she began to
learn to read, and she was very proud when she
learned her first lesson in a new spelling-book,
although it was only a-b, ab; e-b, eb; but she had never
studied a real lesson before, except to learn little
hymns by saying them after her mother. She was
such a funny little girl that she often got things wrong,
and would ask very odd questions.
Her cousin Abby was about a year older; she had
no father or mother, and so she lived with Dotty's father
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in a little wee room, just big enough for two such little
wee girls.
Dotty's brother was named Robbie, and he was
nine years old.
Dotty was very fond of pretty clothes, and would
rather have a new frock than almost anything else; but
her mamma did not think it best for her to have too
many clothes, for she outgrew them so fast.
"I'm so tired of this old frock said Dotty, one
day; I wish you would make me a new one, mamma."
"I think that is a very good frock," said her
mother. I don't think my little girl needs another
one just now."
"But, mamma, I do want one."
You must wait a while, dearie, till that has be-
gun to wear out. Don't you know what the little
hymn says ?"
What little hymn ? Read it to me, mamma;"
and Dotty got the book and brought it to her mamma.
Mrs. Cooke was very good to her little girl, so she
sat down, and Dotty climbed up by the side of her,
while Abby leaned on her auntie's knee to hear what
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"How proud we are, how fond to show
Our clothes, and call them rich, and new,
When the poor sheep and silk-worm wore
That very clothing long before."-

read Mrs. Cooke.
I think that is a very funny hymn," said Dotty.
" I never saw worms wear any of my clothes, and I
don't see why the sheep have to wear them long before;
you always wear your frocks long behind."
Dotty's mamma laughed, and said it meant that
people's clothes were made out of silk and wool, which
belonged to the sheep and silk-worms before it did to
any one else; but Dotty was hard to make understand,
and still wanted a new frock. She thought so much
about it that she couldn't think of anything else.
It was raining hard, and as Dotty stood by the
window, looking out, a naughty thought came into her
mind.
"I know what I'll do," she said; I'll go out
into the rain and spoil my frock; then mamma will
have to get me a new one."
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out of the room, picked up her sun-bonnet, and went
out, softly shutting the door after her.
"There goes Callie Neal," she said; "I will run
out and talk to her, then I can tell mamma I went to
ask about Rosa." Rosa was Callie's sister, a little girl
about Dotty's size.
"Why, Dotty Cooke said Callie, "what are you
doing out in the rain ?"
"I wanted to ask about Rosa," said Dotty.
Well, you'd better go in; you'll get all wet," said
Callie. "I got caught in the shower myself, and shall
have to hurry home."
Just then came a crash of thunder, and a sharp
flash of lightning, and the rain poured down.
Callie ran under a tree, and Dotty crept close
to her.
Oh, dear!" said Dotty, I didn't know it was go-
ing to thunder, or I wouldn't have come way down to
the road."
"I don't see why you came for anyhow," said
Callie; Rosa isn't sick."
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LITTLE ROUND DOT 49

Come under my cloak," said Callie; "you'll catch
your death, I expect."
After a while it rained less, and Callie said she
would run on, and told Dotty to hurry home.
Dotty's teeth were chattering, and she was wet
through when she reached the house.
"Why, Dotty Cooke! where have you been ?"
said Abby. I have been looking everywhere for
you, and see how wet you are; your dress is ruined."
At this Dotty burst out crying.
"There, never mind-don't cry," said Abby, put-
ting her arms round her; let's go to your mamma,
and let her make you warm."
But Dotty only cried harder, and Abby ran off
to tell her auntie.
Mrs. Cooke came in, and put dry clothes on Dotty,
but she did not say a word, or ask her where she had
been, but she just kissed her, and rocked her in her
arms.
This was too much for Dotty, and she told
her mamma how naughty she had been, and how
she tried to spoil her frock so she could have a
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50 LITTLE ROUND DOT.

I am so sorry, mamma," she sobbed; "indeed, I
never want another new frock as long as I live."
"I am sorry, too," said her mother; "but now that
you see mamma knows best, that is enough."
The next day Dotty was quite sick with a cold,
and had to stay in bed, and for two or three days was
not able to play about much.
Abby made a dear little nurse, and brought cam-
bric tea in her own cup and saucer, and did all she
could to amuse Dotty.
But she soon got well, and was rounder and
rosier than ever, always tumbling up steps and rolling
out of bed; she was so round and fat that it never
hurt her much. Rosa and Callie Neal lived on the
next farm, and Rosa often came over with her little
,sister Leila to play with Dot and Abby. Leila was
a little baby-girl not three years old, but she was
almost as tall as Dot, although Dotty never seemed to
think so.
One day Rosa and Leila came through the fields,
across the barnyard, up the garden path to see Abby
and Dot; they did not find them. in the house, and after
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found them ? Up in an old apple-tree in the orchard,
each with a bowl of milk and a baked sweet potato.
"How did you get up there ? asked Rosa.
We climbed," said Abby. "I got up first, and
Dot handed me the bowls of milk, then she got up,
but she dropped the sweet potatoes twice, and the
first time she rolled out of the tree herself, but it was
so low that the fall didn't hurt her."
"Come down," said Rosa, "and let's go over in
the field, and pretend we are fairies, and dress our-
selves up with flowers."
Abby and Dot climbed down, and they all finished
the sweet potatoes and milk, then they climbed the
fence and went over into the field to play.
I afraidd moo-cow," said Leila.
Oh, you needn't be afraid," said Dot, very
bravely; "the cow won't hurt you;" and taking Leila
by the hand she was about to walk by the cow, to
show how brave she was, but suddenly she stubbed
her toe, and down both of them went, rolling almost
under the cow's nose.
But the cow only tossed up her head and switched
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The children picked themselves up, more fright-
ened than hurt, but seeing the cow quietly eating,
they ran by her, and went on.
Soon they were all busy picking flowers, daisies,
asters, and bouncing-betties-for although it was a
little late, there were still some daisies in bloom. It
was rather warm, and they thought it would be nicer
to go in the house and play.
While Abby and Rosa went down stairs for
something, Dot thought she would wash Leila's
face.
Come, Leila, have your face washed," she said.
"Don't want face wassed."
Oh, yes, you must; you are a little baby and
don't know." So she got a wash-cloth and dipped it
into a basin of water. Come," she said.
But Leila was having a good time beating on
Robbie's drum, and began to cry. Dot tried to coax
her, but it was no use; so she took the wash-cloth,
which was very wet, and began to rub it all over
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What are you doing to my sister, Dotty Cooke ?"
said she.
I wasn't doing anything," said Dotty.
She was wassin my face," sobbed Leila, and it
was such wet water."
Never mind; we won't play with her, will we ? "
said Rosa. "We will go and play with Abby; she is a
nice little girl;" and Rosa took Leila by the hand and
walked off.
Mad-cat!" called Dotty after her. I don't care.
If you can't keep your sister's face clean, you'd bet-
ter go."
"I know what I'll do," said she, after Rosa had
gone. "I'll go get Robbie to swing me. I guess I can
have a good time without the mean, hateful things."
So she ran off to find Robbie, who said he would
swing her twenty times if she would give her white
hen for his black one.
Dotty was so anxious to let Rosa see she could
have a good time, that she said, All right, I will, only
you must swing me high, and promise not to swing
the other girls till I let you."
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swinging way up in the branches of the tree, her feet
touching the leaves.
Rosa and Abby were sitting in the summer-house.
Let us go and swing, too," said Abby; Robbie
is real good about swinging."
No, I won't go," said Rosa. Dotty is too mean
for anything."
Well, I wouldn't care," said Abby. I wouldn't
let her have all the swinging."
So Rosa, Abby, and Leila went over to the swing.
"Swing us," said Abby. "Robbie, we want to
swing too."
No, you can't," said Dotty. "I was here first."
The little girls stood still.
Robbie, won't you swing us ? said Rosa.
I can't," said Robbie; I have promised Dot."
The three little girls walked away.
Did you ever know anything so mean?" said
Rosa.
Abby was silent, for she didn't like to say any-
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LITTLE ROUND DOT. 59

Robbie wondered what could be the matter, and
after a moment he ran after her.
Come, come quick, Robbie !" cried Dotty, who
was- standing by the well.
Robbie ran, and found Dotty holding on to Leila's
frock with both hands.
Leila had climbed up on the well-curb, and was
looking over when Dotty saw her, and reached her
just in time to catch her frock as she was falling. An-
other moment, and she would have been in the well.
Abby and Rosa had their backs turned, and did
not see where Leila had gone.
I can't hold on much longer," said Dotty.
Robbie grasped the frock too, and they both held
on while they called for help.
Some one came running from the house, and
Leila was lifted safely out. Rosa was so overcome,
that she threw her arms around Dotty and they both
cried.
Oh, Dotty said Rosa, if it hadn't been for you,
I wouldn't have any dear little sister."
"I was so mean to you," sobbed Dotty.
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60 LITTLE ROUND DOT.

fuss over Leila and Dotty; then they all went to the
swing, and were so very nice to one another that it was
hard to tell which was the nicest.
Every one praised Dotty very much for saving
Leila, and the next day Callie Neal brought her over
a basket full of peaches, all covered up in pretty flow-
ers, and she was so glad when she saw her that she
could do nothing but put her arms around the little fat
Dot, and hug her almost to pieces.
"If I hadn't been so naughty, Leila never would
have fallen," said Dot to her mother, because we
would all have stayed up stairs; so it was just right for
me to catch her, for it was all my fault."
"You must try and not be naughty," said Mrs.
Cooke, for you see how very often something hap-
pens to make us all feel badly."
I don't think I am a very nice girl," said Dotty.
" Abby is a heap nicer."
"You are a dear little girl," said her mother,
"but sometimes you do naughty things, and so do all
little girls."
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Her mamma laughed, and said, What do you
want to do ? "
"Make some clothes," said Dotty, gravely. Give
me a needle and fread, mamma."
Her mother gave them to her, and she sat down
to sew.
Pretty soon Abby came in. "Come, play, Dotty,"
said she.
No," said Dotty. I am too good now. I am
making closes for the poor."
Oh, well, you needn't," said Abby. I know a
lovely place to play house."
"There I have sticked my finger! said Dotty.
" I guess I'll go, for my work is all bleeded on." So
she jumped down from her chair, and followed Abby.
Where is the place ? "
In a fence corner," said Abby, and we can get
some rails that are out there to fix the fence with, and
build our house with them."
They found the place; the rails were rather heavy
for them to lift, but they did fix them.
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"No, they are wide enough now," said Dotty.
See, I can put my head through." And she squeezed
her head between the rails, but she couldn't get it
back again.
Oh, dear! what shall I do ? she said. "I can't
get out!" She twisted and turned, but somehow
could not get her head back again. Abby tried to
help, but she could not lift the rails by herself.
I'll have to go get some one to come," she said.
Oh! don't leave me," said Dotty, as she began
to cry. I might die before you got back."
"There isn't any other way," said Abby. "I'll
run all the way."
So she ran off, and poor little Dot had to stay
there till her father came and lifted the rails so
she could get out.
"That is just like you, Dot," said her father; "the
last time, I fished you out of a pig-pen." And lifting
her up on his shoulder, he carried her to the house.
As Dotty grew older she tumbled about less, and
did not get into so many scrapes; but she was always a
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66 ALL OF US KITTENS.

There were five of us, and we slept and mewed
and ate for some time before we knew there was any-
thing better to do.
But one morning I was very much surprised to
find out that I had an eye, and that one of my brothers
had an eye and a half, another two whole eyes, and the
other two scarcely any at all, or at least it seemed so
to me; but before long, a little two-legged creature
came in-I learned afterward that she was a little girl-
and she said, Why, the kitties have their eyes open!"
"Not all of them," said another voice.
No," said the little girl, but three of them
have, and I am going to take them into the house and
show them to Mollie."
So she picked us up, we three that could see, and
started off with us. I thought myself it wouldn't
have been so bad if she had taken the two that
couldn't see, for they wouldn't have known they were
so high up from the ground.
Our mother was very uneasy, and ran along by
us to see what was going to become of us, but we
were not hurt at all, and were soon brought back.
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speak for this one;" and she held me up to her face,
and rubbed her nose on my back. I'm going to call
it Punch," she said, for it has such a funny little
squeaky voice."
Why don't you call it Tabby? said the other
child, who was a little boy. It is a tabby cat."
"Oh," she replied, "Tabby is such a common
name, and Punch isn't. Which are you going to take ? "
I am going to take the white one, and call it
Lily," he said. Then they named the rest, one
Winkie, and one Patty, and one Smoke.
By the next day both of my eyes were open, and
in a week we were all frisking about the floor of the
shed.
What good times we did have those days, rolling
over and over each other, flying after little fascinating
bits of straw or leaves, playing with each other's tails,
sometimes even with our mother's! But once in a
while it wasn't so much fun, for our mother would box
our ears, and growl at us in a way that was quite
frightful; but she said it was to teach us to keep our
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The little girl, whose name I found out was Lulie,
came to see me every day. Sometimes I was very glad
to see her, for she would bring a pan of milk, but I
wasn't glad to see her when I was having fun at some
new game, and she picked me up and wouldn't let me
play.
One day I found out such a funny thing! I was
lying in Lulie's lap, and she was rubbing my head; it
felt so good, I wanted to let her know it, and first
thing I knew I was making a funny noise, just as my
mother did when she put us to sleep.
Oh, hear the dear little kitty purr!" said Lulie.
I was so pleased that I purred louder than ever, and
now I do so whenever I am comfortable.
My little sister Lily was made a great pet of be-
cause she was so white; the little boy, Charley, used
to take her into the house and give her warm milk in
a saucer while he ate his own breakfast; but I didn't
care, I had my mother and the rest of the family to
eat with, even if I didn't have a dish all to myself
One day our mother took us each by the back of
the neck and carried us out of the shed; it wasn't
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us into an entirely different looking place. It was
very bright and cheerful. We stayed there some
time, all cuddled up asleep. We had just waked
up, and were wondering what had become of our
mother, when we saw her coming in, and of course
we all called her. Then some one said, If there isn't
the cat up here, and I do believe she has the kittens
under the bed."
Then we were all taken up in some one's apron
and carried back to the shed.
Our mother tried several times to move after
that, but she was always sent back, and said she didn't
see why folks need be so particular where she lived.
My little brother, Smoke, had a terrible fright
about this time. He was a very wild little fellow,
and one day, when the gate was open, he said he was
going to see what was outside. So he ran out, and, oh
dear! what a shocking tale he had to tell when our
mother found him and brought him back!
"I was rather scared," he said, "when I got
out and found they had shut the gate after me.
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saw two boys and a great creature, oh! so much big-
ger than we are; and the boys said, Sic 'im! to the
dreadful thing; then it set up a hideous growling, and
ran at me with its mouth open. Oh, dear! I was so
frightened that I know my tail was nearly three times
its usual size, and every hair on my body stood up
straight. I didn't know whether to stand still or run,
for it seemed as if there were no way of escape either
way; butjust then another boy came running down the
street, and he picked me up in his arms and carried
me off. The raging beast ran after us a little way, but
it could not reach me. After a while the boy brought
"me back and put me down where he had found me
just outside the gate; then mother came out when I
had been there a little while, and carried me home."
Mother sat up looking very wise, and we all
crowded around poor little Smoke, and helped mother
lick him, and comfort him while she told him, that our
greatest enemies were boys and dogs, and that he
must be very careful not to go away again until he
was bigger and wiser.
Lulie used to take me out with her to walk
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times she would slap me, and tell me I must learn to
read from the book she carried.
We were getting to be quite big kittens when we
went to live under the currant bushes. We all liked
it there, for there were so many nice places to hide in.
Sometimes Lulie would call me, and I was tempted
not to come out, for I never knew, whether she was
going to give me something to eat, or whether she
just wanted to play with me; but, as my appetite was
always good, I generally went.
One day some one came and took away Winkle
and Patty, and we never saw them again. Lily was
in the house so much that Smoke and I were gener-
ally left to play together, andwere always on the look-
out for something new to play with.
Lulie used to take me into the house sometimes.
One day I was sitting up on a chair by the table
where there was a pot with something green grow-
ing out of it. Lulie and Charlie were looking at it, and
smelling it. I wondered what it was, and wanted
very much to find out; but they took it away and
set it on the shelf in the sunshine, and left me alone
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By and by I got sleepy, and as I sat there think-
ing, I thought what a good place the shelf would
be to take a nap on. It was nice and sunny, and I
thought I could squeeze in behind the flower-pot, so
I jumped up there; but as I was turning around to
get myself fixed, over went the flower-pot on the
floor; that waked me quite up, and I jumped down
to see what made the noise. I saw the green thing on
the floor, and the dirt all lying about. I thought it
would be nice to play with, so first I smelled it, and
then I patted it, first one way and then the other;
then I took a piece of the green between my paws
and pulled it, rolling over on my back as I did
so. I got quite excited by this time; but as I was in
the midst of my play Lulie came in, and seeing what
I was about, she rushed at me and sent me out of the
room, crying, "You bad, naughty kitten! you have
broken my flower all to pieces And she didn't let
me come into that room again; but I used to go into
the kitchen, and get potato parings out of the pan to
play with; it was great fun to take them into the hall
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was one morning in the yard. There was a pile of
flower-pots in one corner, up against the fence. Smoke
and I were down that way, when we saw something
moving and fluttering about, then something else flew
down, and sitting on top of a flower-pot began to
make a queer little noise.
I never had anything make me feel so funny. I
felt as if I must get hold of those things, and yet I
didn't dare to move. I looked at Smoke, and saw that
he too was wild. about these soft, downy-looking
things.
I never wanted anything so much in all my life.
Just as I was going to make a spring at them they
flew away.
Our mother told us they were birds, and were
delicious; that they had little fine bones to crunch,
and were better than anything we had ever seen.
While she was talking her tail kept waving back
and forth, and her eyes looked so green that we knew
she must think as we did.
She brought us a mouse one day, and told us we
must learn to catch them, that it was a favorite amuse-
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ALL OF US KITTENS. 81

Then she gave us the mouse to play with, and
we never wondered after that why our mother would
go away sometimes and stay so long. I found a de-
lightful place to take a nap one day; it was in the
same room where our mother had taken us under
the bed.
I had never forgotten the looks of that bed,
which was very inviting to me, so I jumped softly
upon it, and after nosing around, I found a place to
creep under, where no one could see me.
I had a long, delightful nap, and was just turn-
ing over, when some one said, "I declare, if there
isn't one of the kittens under the pillow-sham! And
they lifted up the corner and took me down, saying,
" Pussy, you must learn to stay down stairs." I was
so sleepy that I just humped up my back and
stretched out my claws, and didn't get down.
Then some one else said, What a cunning kit-
ten; I wish I could have it." So you may," an-
swered the first voice, and I was taken up and carried
off without further words.
After a while I was put down in a room very
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around examining everything to see how I was going
to like it, and finally I jumped up on a chair and sat
down.
I soon discovered that I was going to like my
new home very much, although I missed my mother
and Smoke a little at first. I grew very fond of my
mistress, and liked to be with her better than with any
one else. I do not feel now as if I could ever live
with any one else.
Lulie has been to see me once or twice, and
the last time she was here I heard sorrowful news
about poor little Smoke; one of our fearful enemies,
a dog, got hold of him and made short work of him,
so now Lily is the only one left, and as I never was as
fond of her as of Smoke, I don't mind our sep-
aration.
My mistress is called Virginia, and made me a
little blanket to wear when she carried me out for
an airing. I didn't care much about having it at first,
although it got to be quite comfortable in a little
while.
I sleep on the foot of her bed at night, and
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confess that I like sometimes to root in the barrel
that stands outside the kitchen door, for in that I
sometimes find bits of meat or bones, that somehow
taste better than what is given me.
I am getting to be quite a big cat, and am
considered very handsome, with a red ribbon around
my neck. I like the looks of it myself, but it don't
feel very good, and I often slyly bite it off when no
one is looking. I think I shall soon be finding the
way over to where Lulie lives, although I have
never been yet; but I should like to see them all, for
it is getting to be quite a habit with me to stroll
around the neighborhood, and I have a strong fancy to
take part in the concert that is to be given on the
woodshed the next moonlight night.
My mistress, Virginia, says I have a lovely voice,
and I rather pride myself on it myself, although I
have not given it much practice.
You will probably think I am a very vain cat, but
I only tell you what has been told me, and if there is
one thing above another that I like, it is to be natural,
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ALICE.

I'M tired of waiting for Spring to come,"
Said Alice one day; the flowers won't bloom.
It rains and it rains, and it's oh, so cold!
I don't think the leaves will ever unfold.
Somebody tell me, when will it be Spring?
I want to commence my flower planting.
I've a trowel, and seeds, and rake, and hoe,
I wish I could tell when it's time to go."
The blue-birds will tell you when you must go,"
Said her Aunt Louise; they're the ones that know;
And the first Spring day that you hear them sing
You may know it is time to be gardening."
To-morrow, thought Alice, I'll try and see
If the blue-birds will come and sing to me.
And to-morrow was mild, and sweet, and fair,
With a bright blue sky and a balmy air.
So Alice went down to her garden spot,
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Mignonette, fuschia, and lovely sweet-pea,
All weeded and tended so carefully.
What's up in the tree ? It cannot be true
A bit of blue sky has fallen through;
No, no, for see! there are fluttering wings,
And listen, oh, listen! I'm sure it sings.
And Alice was certain the blue-bird said,
Though an April shower made clouds overhead,
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"THE FLOWER THAT SMILED."

IT was a tiny little brown seed, that was planted
with a lot of other little brown seeds down in the
ground. First one little green leaf and then another
poked its head up out of the earth, till there was a
whole row of them; then the gardener came around
and said, "Dear me, how fast these are coming up! I
shall have to transplant them pretty soon."
So the little plants kept on growing and growing
till they were big enough to take out of the box they
had been planted in. They were terribly afraid when
the time came, because they didn't know what was go-
ing to be done with them; but the gardener was very
careful, though the shock was so great that some of
them died after they were put in the flower-pots.
There was quite a lot of them standing along on
the shelf, looking quite bright.
"It wasn't so bad, after all," said one.
No," said another. "I begin to feel quite like
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90 THE FLOWER THAT SMILED.

So they all held up their heads, and stood there
like so many soldiers, when the gardener next came
to look at them.
You are doing finely," he said. And they all
felt very happy to have such a compliment.
It was a lovely place where they lived, full of
sweet flowers, and smelling of roses and pinks and
heliotrope, and many other nice things.
By and by, one of the little plants had a bud on
it, a tiny bud, all wrapped in a little green blanket,
and it was hiding away under the leaves when the
gardener found it out.
What a smart little plant !" he said; here is a
bud on it."
Then the little plant felt very proud, and held up
its head higher than ever, and the little bud tried its
best to peep out of its blanket, and it tried so hard
that the next day it showed a little line of pink, and in
a few days it was a wide-awake little flower.
Then one day there came a little girl into the
greenhouse where all the flowers lived, and she said,
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The gardener said, "Yes, miss. Would you like
the growing plants, or shall I cut you some flowers? "
Oh, no don't cut any. I want them all grow-
ing."
Then the gardener showed her ever so many
plants, big and little, sweet and scentless.
Oh, I want that dear little pink-faced thing,"
she said; it looks as if it were smiling at me."
And so it was, but the little girl did not know
that it really could smile.
So she took, the little plant, and another one,
and paid the man some money for them, and went
out.
The little flower felt rather sad to go away and
leave its brothers and sisters, but it was a cheerful
little thing, and said:
Well, I am not alone; I have one friend to re-
mind me of my home." And it nodded so pleasantly to
the other plant, that it nodded back again, although it
was very unhappy, and had no such bright smile on
its face.
The little girl carried the plants along the street
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every now and then taking a sniff of the little pink
flower.
"How sweet you are!" she said. "I wonder if
you want to go with .me, or if you would rather I had
left you where you were ? I should hate to make you
feel badly."
The little plant was so pleased to have her say
this, that it almost nodded its top leaf off.
After a while the little girl opened a gate and
went into a pretty garden, where a man was mowing
the grass. A lady was sitting under a tree, and there
were several children about. "What a nice place,"
thought the little plant. I shall be glad to live here;
it is almost as nice as my own home, although there
are not as many flowers."
"See, mamma," said the little girl, going up to the
lady who was sitting under the tree-" see what I have
bought with my birthday money. I thought it would
be nice to buy my own flowers. Aren't they pretty?"
There are plenty of flowers in the garden," said
the lady; why don't you have those ? "
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when I buy them myself, and I shall keep them in my
own window, and tend to them all myself."
So she carried the two little plants up to her
room and put them on the window-sill.
Oh, dear," said the little pink flower, I thought
we were going to be down in the garden."
So did I," said the other. I know I am going to
be homesick. Here we are way off up here, where we
cannot have a word to say to all the roses and lilies
down there, and they will be having such a good time
flirting and dancing, while we have to stay here and
look on from a distance."
Oh, well," said the little pink flower, trying to
cheer the other one, "perhaps it won't be so bad. after
all. We shall probably be loved a great deal more;
and look, we are nearer heaven up here. Besides, see
this lovely vine climbing up by the window; it can tell
us what is going on below, and I have no doubt the
birds and butterflies will visit us."
So it lifted its little face up to the sky, and smiled
so sweetly that a yellow butterfly stopped to kiss it.
This made the other plant very envious, and it
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THE FLOWER THAT SMILED. 97

Why, you poor little plant!" said the little girl,
looking out of the window; "it must be too hot for
you up here. I'll take you down in the garden, where
it is shady." So she picked up the flower-pot and
carried it off, leaving the little pink flower all alone.
"How glad I am," said the little pink flower,
"that it has a chance to go into society. Now I care
nothing about it; it is much better that I should be
left, for I don't mind it all. I rather like to be
warm."
The next morning it was surprised and delighted
to see the little girl hang a cage up in'the window, and
in the cage was a dear little yellow canary.
"Tweet!" said the little bird when it saw the
flower, twee, weet! I'm so glad you are there. I will
sing you my best song." So it hopped up on the
perch and sang away for dear life, swelling its little
throat and trilling in fine style.
The vine clapped its leafy hands, and the little
plant almost burst the wrapping of another bud, it was
so pleased.
Presently the little girl came to give it a
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98 THE FLOWER THAT SMILED.

down into the earth and was sucked up by the
roots.
Why, there is another bud! said the little girl.
" I am so glad this one is doing well."
By and by the vine made friends with it. It was a
great talker, and was always fluttering and nodding,
but it was a very good-natured, nice vine for all
that.
I have bad news to tell you," it said one day.
"Your friend who was taken down into the garden has
met with an accident, and I am afraid will not recover."
Oh, do tell me about it," said the little plant.
"The canary can tell you better than I," said the
vine, "for it was right there, but still I will do my
best. Yesterday afternoon the canary was taken
down stairs to have its cage cleaned; it is a very tame
bird, you know, and will hop on any one's finger, and
will not fly away when it is let out.
Well, the cage was setting on the ground, when
the cat spied it, and made a rush for it, overturning
several flower-pots, among others the one in which
your friend was; it was very much hurt, and I do not
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