Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Title Page
 Little May
 Wicked Cluas
 Percy's boat
 Wooden legs
 A rainy day
 The little shaver
 Doctor Will
 A ginger-bread dream
 What shall it be?
 The picnic
 A winter song
 The cock is crowing
 The ship
 The rainbow
 The picnic
 Dick's errand
 Lina's birthday
 Two boys
 Frank's boy
 The disobedient mouse
 Caro and Gerty
 Christmas morning
 A wish
 Nora's trouble
 Helen's spider
 The water! the water!
 The shoe-shop
 Penitent Alfred
 Toby, the cobbler
 Fleet and his master
 May and Tom
 Tom Grant
 The shipwrecked girl
 The fall of the castle
 Back Cover

Title: Among the daisies
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 Material Information
Title: Among the daisies
Physical Description: 1 v. (unpaged) : ill. ; 24 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Greenaway, John, 1816-1890 ( Engraver )
Staples, John C ( Illustrator )
Greenaway, Kate, 1846-1901 ( Illustrator )
Weir, Harrison, 1824-1906 ( Illustrator )
Lawson, Lizzie ( Illustrator )
Dodd, Mead & Company ( Publisher )
Argyle Press ( Printer )
Publisher: Dodd, Mead & Company
Place of Publication: New York
Manufacturer: Argyle Press
Publication Date: c1882
Subject: Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1882   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1882   ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1882
Genre: Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Spatial Coverage: United States -- New York -- New York
Statement of Responsibility: illustrated.
General Note: Contains prose and verse.
General Note: Some iIllustrations engraved by J. Greenaway, and some illustrations by John C. Staples, Kate Greenaway, H. Weir, and Lizzie Lawson
Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
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Bibliographic ID: UF00053013
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
        Cover 1
        Cover 2
    Front Matter
        Page i
        Page ii
    Title Page
        Page iii
        Page iv
    Little May
        Page 1
        Page 2
    Wicked Cluas
        Page 3
        Page 4
        Page 5
        Page 6
        Page 7
    Percy's boat
        Page 8
        Page 9
        Page 10
        Page 11
        Page 12
        Page 13
    Wooden legs
        Page 14
        Page 15
        Page 16
        Page 17
    A rainy day
        Page 18
        Page 19
    The little shaver
        Page 20
        Page 21
    Doctor Will
        Page 22
        Page 23
        Page 24
        Page 25
    A ginger-bread dream
        Page 26
        Page 27
        Page 28
        Page 29
    What shall it be?
        Page 30
        Page 31
        Page 32
        Page 33
    The picnic
        Page 34
        Page 35
        Page 36
        Page 37
    A winter song
        Page 38
        Page 39
    The cock is crowing
        Page 40
    The ship
        Page 41
        Page 42
        Page 43
    The rainbow
        Page 44
        Page 45
        Page 46
    The picnic
        Page 47
        Page 48
        Page 49
        Page 50
    Dick's errand
        Page 51
    Lina's birthday
        Page 52
        Page 53
        Page 54
        Page 55
    Two boys
        Page 56
    Frank's boy
        Page 57
        Page 58
        Page 59
    The disobedient mouse
        Page 60
        Page 61
        Page 62
        Page 63
    Caro and Gerty
        Page 64
        Page 65
        Page 66
        Page 67
        Page 68
    Christmas morning
        Page 69
    A wish
        Page 70
        Page 71
    Nora's trouble
        Page 72
        Page 73
        Page 74
        Page 75
    Helen's spider
        Page 76
        Page 77
    The water! the water!
        Page 78
    The shoe-shop
        Page 79
    Penitent Alfred
        Page 80
        Page 81
        Page 82
    Toby, the cobbler
        Page 83
    Fleet and his master
        Page 84
        Page 85
        Page 86
        Page 87
    May and Tom
        Page 88
    Tom Grant
        Page 89
        Page 90
        Page 91
    The shipwrecked girl
        Page 92
        Page 93
        Page 94
        Page 95
        Page 96
        Page 97
        Page 98
        Page 99
    The fall of the castle
        Page 100
        Page 101
        Page 102
        Page 103
        Page 104
    Back Cover
        Cover 1
        Cover 2
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LIT-TLE MAY stood for a long time watch-ing her
sis-ter, un-til Al-ice looked up with a smile, and said, -
"What makes you look so sad, lit-tle May?"
"Oh, be-cause I want so much to be big How did
you get to be so big, Al-ice ?"
It is much ni-cer to be lit-tle," said Al-ice, laugh-ing.
"Oh, no! it is not," said May, shak-ing her gold-en
curls. "It is dread-ful to be lit-tle; for, when you are
lit-tle, you can do noth-ing. I say to pa-pa, 'If you
please, pa-pa, will you take me with you on your sail-
boat to-day ?' And pa-pa says, 'No. The wind is too

strong. You can-not go, for you are too lit-tle.' And
I say to mam-ma, 'If you please, mam-ma, may I go
with you to walk?' And mam-ma says, 'No. You
can-not go. I am go-ing for a long walk, and it
would tire you. You are too lit-tle.' And I say to
grand-mam-ma, 'May I go to drive with you, if you
please, grand-mam-ma ?' And she says, 'I am go-ing
to take a long drive. You can-not go. You are too
lit-tle.' And if I should say to you, 'Alice, if you
please, may I paint on your pic-ture?' you would say,
'No. You are too lit-tie.' And I do not know how
to grow big, for naps are of no use."
But I will not say, No,' said her sis-ter. You
shall come and sit on my knee, and paint the cush-ion
that Pus-sy is ly-ing on in my pic-ture; and if you
take your naps, and eat your por-ridge, like a good girl,
you will wake up some morn-ing, and find that you
are as big as I am."
This com-fort-ed lit-tle May ver-y much; and she sat
on her kind sis-ter's lap, and paint-ed a love-ly blue
cush-ion, and for-got all her grief at be-ing such a lit-tle



IT was a fluf-fy rab-

It had a hor-rid
Clu-as saw it on the
And said, How
came you there ?"

Young Clu-as was a pet-ted dog,
A pet-ted dog was he;
And he said, No love shall come be-tween
My mas-ter dear and me."

Then Clu-as pricked his -
ears, and growled; / i
His eyes were all
a-flame :
He spied a string, the- -
which he jerked, -
And down the rab-
bit came.

And Clu-as howled, and growled, and barked;
But si-lent Bun-ny sat.
Said Clu-as, "You pro-voke me more
Than ev-en Spot the cat."

"\What, won't you speak? I'll make you soon!"
He seized the piece of string,
And up and down, and round the room,
Went rough-ly scam-per-ing.

The rab-bit stood up-on his head
Or tail, -it did not mat-ter,-
The wheels went round, and cracked and creaked,
And made a dread-ful clat-ter.

The rab-bit's head was banged a-bout,
'Gainst fend-er, fire-irons, chair,
'Gainst ta-ble-legs and side-board doors;
But what did Clu-as care?

So, an-gry with his ri-val, he
But wishes to de-stroy him:
He does-n't know why Mas-ter Ned
Should bring him to an-noy him.
Then Clu-as, breath-less, waits a while:
The rab-bit calm-ly eyes him;
But not a word does Bun-ny say,
Which some-what doth sur-prise him.
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"You stu-pid crea-ture! won't you speak,
You fluf-fy, puf-fy Bun-ny?
I'm in a rage, I'm not in play;
Though you may think me fun-ny."
He shook the rab-bit, tossed him up
As he had been a ball;
And still the rab-bit bore it well,
And spoke no word at all.

Then Clu-as seized him by the neck,
And tore his skin, and bit him:
He scratched and worried him, and againstt
The floor he banged and hit him.

He shook him all to pieces, till
T-here scarce was left a hair
To tell that once up-on a time
A rab-bit had been there.

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To shreds poor Bun-ny's skin he tore;
To splint-ers, stand and wheels;
And then young Clu-as rests a while,
And hot and thirs-ty feels.

And pant-ing Clu-as sat him down
The small re-mains to view:
Said he, I'd do the same a-gain,
If I had it to do.


"There shall no fluf-fy rab-bit come
Be-tween me and my mas-ter;
And, if he brings an-oth-er home,
There'll be the same dis-as-ter."

His mas-ter came, his mas-ter saw,
And loud did cry and roar
To see his brok-en rab-bit lie
In frag-ments on the floor.

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His grief was great, and, what is more,
I think it was sin-cere;
For, though it nei-ther ran nor talked,
He held that rab-bit dear.

Then Clu-as's heart was touched: he came
And licked his mas-ter's hand,
And felt no naugh-ti-er dog than he
Was liv-ing in the land.



"OH, look, Jen-ny! That is just the kind of boat
that I want."
"Where? asked Jen-ny. "I don't see any boat."

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"Why, in that old sail-or's hand. He is sit-ting on
that bit of fence that runs down in-to the wa-ter. Oh,
what a beau-ty she is! I won-der if he would sell it
to me."
"Oh! I don't be-lieve that he would," said Jen-ny.
"You had bet-ter not ask him, Per-cy."
Pooh! There is no harm in ask-ing," cried Per-


cy. "Come on!" And off he ran o-ver the shin-gle,
fol-lowed, af-ter a mo-ment, by Jen-ny, who could nev-er
bear to let Per-cy do any thing that she did not do.
As soon as they reached the man, who was sit-ting
by the edge of the wa-ter, with a beau-ti-ful toy sail-
boat in his hand, Per-cy cried out, -
Is that boat for sale ?"
Oh, yes! it will sail first-rate," re-plied the man, a
broad grin spread-ing it-self o-ver his face.
"Oh! but I mean, can I buy it ? Is it for s-a-l-e ?"
"Oh! that is what you mean, is it ? -' Is it for
s-a-l-e ?' Wall, I made it for s-a-l-e."
"O good-y!" cried Per-cy, hop-ping a-bout on one
foot. "Will you sell it to me ?"
No," re-plied the man.
Why not?" asked Per-cy, look-ing ver-y red and
Be-cause, my fine lit-tle sir, it is al-rea-dy s-o-l-d to
a young sir of just a-bout your size; and I am ex-pect-
ing him ev-er-y min-ute to come to get it. That's why."
And the man slapped Per-cy good-na-tured-ly on the
"But I'll tell you what," he went on: "I can make
Can you ?" asked Per-cy. "How long would it
take ?"
Well," said the man, it would de-pend some-what
on the weath-er, you know."

"What dif-fer-ence can the weath-er make ?" asked
Per-cy in great sur-prise.
Well, you see," said the old fel-low, I am a fish-
er-man; and, if it is a fair day, I must be off to sea
in my boat. But if it rains, or blows hard, then I
can-not go off, and must stay at home. Such times
as those I work on boats. I have the hull of one
near-ly worked in-to shape now."
Have you ?" said Per-cy ea-ger-ly. Is that. bought
yet by any one ?"
No," said the fish-er-man. "No one has bought it
Then I will take it," said Per-cy. How soon do
you think now you could have it done ? I think it is
go-ing to storm, so that you can-not go out in your
boat. The sky seems threat-en-ing."
The man laughed. "I don't see any signs of bad
weath-er," said he. "I think, though, I could prom-ise
it in a week. But wait a bit, my young gen-tle-man.
You have-n't asked my price. How do you know that
you have mon-ey e-nough to pay for it ?"
Dear me said Per-cy. "I for-got all a-bout that.
What is your price?"
I can lend you some mon-ey, Per-cy," said Jen-ny,
" if you have-n't e-nough."
I get three dol-lars for a boat like that," said the
Oh! I have more than that in my bank," said
Per-cy, much re-lieved.


o 47


"I live in that house down the road," said the man,
point-ing to-ward one with his hand. You can stop
in when you want to see how it is com-ing on. Per-
haps you would like to have her rigged dif-fer-ent-ly
from this one."
So, ev-er-y morn-ing, on their way to the beach, the
chil-dren stopped at the old man's house to see how
the ship came on. The sky was bright and clear each
day; and they of-ten saw the old man's grand-chil-dren
at the pier, wait-ing for his re-turn from fish-ing: but,
in spite of it all, the toy ship grew a-pace.
By the time it was rea-dy to be launched, Per-cy
and Jen-ny had made a great man-y friends. They
knew the boy who owned the boat they had first seen.
His name was Jack; and he and Per-cy be-came fast
friends. He had a lit-tle sis-ter too, who was just
a-bout Jen-ny's age. Her name was Flor-ence. There
were a good man-y oth-er boys too; and one af-ter-
noon the old fish-er-man took them all out in his boat.
He was known to be a care-ful old fel-low; and so
the par-ents all said that their chil-dren might go.
They had a splen-did time, and were ve-ry sor-ry when
it was time to go home.



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Two chil-dren played by the sea-side,
Where the slow tides ebb and flow:
Said one, I'll be a sail-or lad,
With my 'Boat a-hoy! Yo, ho!'
For sail-ors are most loved of all
In ev-e-ry hap-py home,
And tears of grief and glad-ness fall
Just as they go or come."

But the oth-er child said sad-ly,
Ah! do not go to sea;
Or, in the drea-ry win-ter nights,
What will be-come of me ?
For if the wind be-gan to blow,
Or thun-der shook the sky,
Whilst you were in your boat, 'Yo, ho '
What could I do but cry ?"

Then he said, I'll be a sol-dier,
With a de-light-ful gun;
And I'll come home with a wood-en leg,
As he-roes have of-ten done."
She screams at that, and prays, and begs,
While tears, half an-ger start,
"Don't talk a-bout your wood-en legs,
Un-less you'd break my heart!"



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He an-swered her rath-er proud-ly,
"If so, what can I be,-
If I must not have a wood-en leg,
And must not go to sea ?
How could the girls sleep safe at night,
Safe from the scum and dregs,
If all the boys re-fused to fight,
For fear of wood-en legs?"

She hung her head re-pent-ing,
And try-ing to be good;
But her lit-tle hand stroked ten-der-ly,
The leg of flesh and blood;
And with her ro-sy mouth she kissed
The knick-er-bock-ered knee,
And sighed, Per-haps, if you in-sist,
You'd bet-ter go to sea."

Then he flung his arms a-bout her,
And laugh-ing-ly he spoke:
" But I've seen man-y hon-est tars
With legs of stur-dy oak!
O dar-ling! when I am a man,
With beard of shin-ing black,
I'll be a he-ro if I can;
And you must not hold me back."


That the beard had not be-gun;
For, though she meant to be brave and good
When he played a he-ro's part,
Yet of-ten the thought of the leg of wood
Lay hea-vy on her heart.
By the author of Poems Written for a Child." (Adapted.)


RAIN, rain, rain! How it did rain! The great
drops ran down the glass in streams. Tom, Jack, and
lit-tle Meg watched it for a long time. O dear!"
they said at last, "do you think it will nev-er clear?
We want to go out and play."

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Why do you not go up to the gar-ret, and play ? "
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"Why do you not go up to the gar-ret, and play?"
asked their mam-ma.
That struck them as a fine plan; and off they trooped,
pound-ing up the bare stairs with their nois-y feet.
They found three old brooms, and be-gan to play sol-
dier,-Tom first, then Jack, with Meg last of all. The
gar-ret was ver-y large; and their mam-ma could hear

them as they tramped a-long, and could hear Tom's
com-mand to right a-bout face when they had reached
the farth-er end.
By and by they tired of play-ing sol-dier; and then
they pulled down some old dress-es and hats that hung
on a peg, and put them on, and made be-lieve that
they were grown peo-ple. Then, out of an old box,
they dragged a scrap-book full of pic-tures, and sat
them down to look them o-ver.

Mean-time their friend Rose had come, all wrapped
up, through the rain, to make them a call She brought
a bas-ket, in which were her two kittens.
The chil-dren are in the gar-ret," said their mam-ma.
So Rose ran up to find them. She did find them;
but what do you think ? they were fast a-sleep.


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IT was a lit-tie shav-er,
And a-fish-ing he would go,
With a crook-ed old pin for his hook,
And worms for bait al-so.
Quoth he, No school for me to-day:
Let lag-gards learn to spell.
The sky's a tri-fle o-ver-cast,
The fish will bite right well."

Up-on his hook so ti-ny,
He put a wrig-gling worm:
The lit-tie fish-es rushed to eat
Soon as they saw it squirm.
Laugh-ing he quick-ly land-ed them:
"Ah, ha! a-ha!" quoth he;
"You ought to know bet-ter than bite the hook
Of a fish-er-man like me."

With his pail-ful home he start-ed:
But pride must have a fall;
The bot-tom dropped out ere half-way there,
And he lost them one and all.
His up-per lip be-gan to quake,
A tear came in his eye;
But when his moth-er kissed the tears,
"Who cares ?" quoth he. Not I."

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HERE we see a par-ty of lads and lass-es who have
been in the fields to gath-er flow-ers. What a good
time they are hav-ing! and see what bas-kets full of
flow-ers they have picked! What can they be go-ing
to do with them all ?



"IT was a ver-y sad ac-ci-dent," said Kate to Doc-tor
Will. My poor child was in the gar-den. Tired of
play, she had sat down in the walk, and, I pre-sume,
fell in-to a doze. The gar-den-er was pass-ing with a
heav-i-ly load-ed wheel-bar-row, and, not look-ing where
he was go-ing, ran o-ver her. Her right leg, as you
see, was cut off at the knee. The poor child must
have been in great pain, but she has not ut-tered a
sound. I think she takes af-ter me. Nurse says I take
my med-i-cines with-out mak-ing wry faces as some
lit-tle girls do."
"Ah !" said Doc-tor Will, "let me feel the dear
child's pulse." "So," he went on, shak-ing his head grave-
ly. She is ver-y weak from loss of saw-dust. The
wound, too, must be looked af-ter at once. I will call
in my as-sist-ant; and he left the room.
This is my as-sist-ant," he said, com-ing back in a
mo-ment with nurse, Doc-tor El-len."
Doc-tor El-len bowed.
"She will put on the leg as the first step," said
Doc-tor Will.
So nurse took out her nee-dle, and soon the leg was
on as firm-ly as the oth-er one.
"You may re-tire, Doc-tor El-len," said Doc-tor Will
So nurse went a-way.


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"I will now," said Doc-tor Will, "rub the knee with
this lin-i-ment. That will strength-en the parts."
So he took the cork out of a bot-tle that he had in
his hand, and poured it o-ver the poor child's knee.
Now," said he, it will soon "-
"You hor-rid, hor-rid boy!" ex-claimed Kate. She
for-got, all at once, that she was the poor child's mam-
ma, and that her broth-er was the doc-tor. "You hor-
rid boy! Now you have stained my dear dol-ly's legs
all up with that red stuff, and it will nev-er come off.
And you must have tak-en it off of mam-ma's bu-reau
too; and I am sure she would not like you to touch
it at all."
Will looked ver-y crest-fall-en.
Come, you sweet thing," said Kate, "we will go out
in-to the yard, and get off the wretch-ed red stuff."
So she picked up her dol-ly, and went to the cor-ner
of the house. There was a huge tub full of wa-ter,
which had been caught from the eaves. She took off
all her clothes, and dipped the dear child in the wa-ter.
" A cold bath will brace her up af-ter her ac-ci-dent," she
said. Then she took a sponge, and squeezed it o-ver
her. But when she took her out at last, and dried her,
she sat down on the grass, and cried; for dol-ly's
good looks were all gone. Her pink cheeks were gone,
and her hair all fell off. Poor Kate was ver-y sad.


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THERE was a lit-tie maid-en,
Her name was ti-ny Nell:
She went a-bout from street to street
With gin-ger-bread to sell.
And some were shaped like el-e-phants,
And some like queens and kings,
And some like par-rots, dogs, and cats,
And lots of fun-ny things.
One night she dreamed of gin-ger-bread,
And how much she had sold;
Whilst round a-bout were kings and queens
With crowns of shin-ing gold.
They said, "Are we but pen-nies
And half-pen-nies ? Oh, dear!

My lit-tle maid, you sell us
Too cheap, 'tis ver-y clear."
The el-e-phant said stout-ly,
That she must be to blame,
That sell-ing him, his trunk and all,
For a pen-ny, was a shame!


At last she grew quite an-gry.
Said she, "Think of the spice
And gin-ger moth-er puts in you,
To make you taste so nice.
You are the most un-grate-ful cakes
That ev-er trod the ground.
Oh, do be still! my head quite aches
Whilst you are whirl-ing round."
" If you take so much trou-ble,"
The el-e-phant re-plied,

We're worth more than you ask for us:
It can-not be de-nied.
I'm worth at least a flor-in,
The queen's worth half a crown,
And for the king a guin-ea
You ought to ask in town."
Poor lit-tle Nell said, weep-ing,
That tru-ly is ab-surd."
"A shil-ling for poll-par-rot!"
Cried out that nois-y bird.
At this she took her bas-ket up,
And tossed the cakes all out.
"There, you may go and sell your-selves,
And what you're worth find out!"
Then down sank king and el-e-phant,
And par-rot, dog, and queen;
And Nel-ly o-pened wide her eyes,
And found it was a dream.

THIS is a pic-ture of a don-key who lived in the far
East. His mas-ter sold milk, and the don-key car-ried
on his back the lit-tle cans in which it was .put up.
Af-ter a time he learned to know each house that he
must stop at, and his mas-ter taught him to pull the
bell that called the serv-ant. One day his mas-ter was
ill, and could not go: so he put all the cans on the
don-key, and he set out a-lone. At each house he pulled
the bell, the serv-ant came, and took off her can of
milk, and then the beast went on to the next house.


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KATE stood be-fore the coun-ter of the toy-shop; and
be-hind it stood an old wo-man with a white cap tied
down on her head. She was a ver-y nice old wo-man,
and did not seem to mind the long time that it took
Kate to make up her mind.
You see," said Kate to her, "that I must not lay
out so much mon-ey fool-ish-ly. I have a whole dol-lar,
and Jack has but one birth-day a year: so I must be
sure and get some-thing that he will like."
How do you think this toy-horse would do?" said
the wo-man.
Oh, that would nev-er do at all!" said Kate. Jack
is eight years old. He rides a bi-cy-cle, and can row
a boat. He is much too big a boy for that."
"Well," said the old wo-man, "I will sit down, and
go on with my knit-ting, and you can look a-round, and
see if there be any thing you like."
So down she sat; and Kate looked a-bout un-til she
was al-most diz-zy. There were dolls, and balls, and
drums, and bats; but Jack had all these. She was
just be-gin-ning to think that she must go home, and
ask her mam-ma to de-cide for her, when she spied a.
wood-en box on the shelf. The top was on it, but it
looked as if it might have some-thing ver-y nice in-deed


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What is in that box ?" she asked.
Why, that is the ver-y thing," said the old wo-man.
"It is full of tin sol-diers. See, they stand up of
them-selves! There are cap-tains, and cav-al-ry, and foot-
sol-diers; and you ar-range them so as to make two
ar-mies. Then, here are can-non that fire pease to knock
them down with. Two can play at this game. Oh,
yes! this will be just the thing for you."
Kate thought it would too. So she laid the pre-
cious dol-lar on the coun-ter; and the wo-man tied up
the box in white pa-per, and, with it un-der her arm,
she set out for home.
Jack's birth-day was still a week a-way; and at least
three times a day all that week, she went to the draw-er
in which she had put it, and took the cov-er off, and
won-dered if Jack would like it. At last the birth-day
came, and she gave it to him. He was de-light-ed with
it. "It is just the ver-y thing I want-ed. Will Smith
has just had one giv-en him," said he; "and he was
brag-ging a-bout it. Let's have a game, Kate, now, on
the din-ing-room ta-ble. We will di-vide the men. You
shall set yours up at one end, and I will take the
oth-er." So they set a-bout it at once; and on the op-
po-site page you may see Jack set-ting up his men just
be-fore the bat-tie took place.
It was a fear-ful en-coun-ter, and the dried pease from
the can-non flew a-bout like mad; but at last Jack's ar-my
won the vic-to-ry.



MAY was say-ing her spell-ing les-son to her gov-ern-
ess, Miss Wood, one bright morn-ing in June. May
al-ways knew her les-sons, so that she nev-er had to

pI.N! That is ver-y well
t nestay inre handle rnlthe
"I ll. and- done," said Miss Wood.
d -ll tt t m" You have not missed
""_ ll a word. Now I am
S irea-dy for the boys."
The boys were May's
a small broth-ers, Tom
Sand Jack. They did
not like stu-dy at all.
Un-cle Bob had giv-en
them a don-key, and
they thought it much
bet-ter fun to ride on his back a-round the field than
to learn to spell. In fact, they were al-most al-ways
late; and Miss Wood had to go and hunt them up,
and tell them that they must come in and spell.
I will go and find them," she said. I sup-pose
they will not be far from their pre-cious don-key."
You look pale," said May. Does your head ache?"
Yes," said Miss Wood; and I shall be glad to
go out in-to the fresh air for a lit-tle while."
So she set out to find the boys: not a trace of them
was to be seen. She called, but there was no an-swer.

And why ? The young rogues had made up their
minds to play tru-ant. They were hid-den out of sight.
Pres-ent-ly Miss Wood sat down on the root of a
tree, and put her hand to her head. It was ach-ing
ver-y bad-ly. Jack looked o-ver the fence and saw her,
then lit-tle Tom looked too.


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"I think she must be ill," he whis-pered.
"If she is, we can have a hol-i-day with-out playing
tru-ant," said wise Jack. "Come, let us go and ask her."
So they crept quite close to her.
"Does your head ache, Miss Wood ?" asked Jack.
"Yes," said Miss Wood; "but I think it will soon
be bet-ter. Run on to the school-room, boys, and get
rea-dy. I will be there in a min-ute."
Jack and Tom ran on, but not to the school. They
had an-oth-er plan. Up they tramped to mam-ma's room.

Mam-ma, mam-ma! they cried. Miss Wood has
a bad head-ache. Need we go to school ? See, she
is sit-ting un-der the tree."
Mam-ma looked out of the win-dow.
"Well," she said, I think you need not have school
to-day. I saw that she
? 7- looked quite pale."
So Jack scam-pered
off; but in a few min-
"_, utes he was back again.

I could take our lunch on
Buon't there is no one
to go with you," said ma-ma.that

May could go," said Jack. She is ver-y care-ful."
"But per-aps May may not wanted boys mig go to the
So off they hur-ried down the g ar-den path-dow, where
S. have a pic-nic ? We.

they saw her bend-ing overtake our lunch onow-ers.
., o. .. the don-key."

"Why, boys" she called out, why are you no one
to go with you," said mam-ma.

in school?
are to have a hol-i-dayuld go," said Jack. She is very care-ful."
But per-haps MMay may! will you not go with us to want tmead-ow? Wego."
"can Oh, yes, she will!" said Jack. "We'll ask her."
So off they hur-ried down the gar-den path, where
they saw her bend-ing o-vet some flow-ers.
Why, boys!" she called out, "why are you not
in school?
"We are to have a hol-i-day," said Jack. And, 0
May! will you not go with us to the mead-ow? We
can go if you will; and we want to go so much!"

"Of course I will," said May. "We shall want
some lunch-eon, though. I will go and ask cook to
get it, while you catch the don-key."
The boys ran off as hard as they could go. But they
had to get John the coach-man to help them, for the.
don-key had made up his mind not to be caught.

Then May came out with a big bas-ket of lunch-eon;
and they tied it on the don-key's back, and set out.
The boys were full of jol-li-ty at the thought of hav-
ing no les-sons. Tom threw him-self down in the grass
so of-ten, that ev-en the staid old don-key pricked up
his ears in sur-prise at such con-duct. They had a
prime time: but the pic-nic did not last as long as they
ex-pect-ed; for they ate up all the lunch they brought
at once, and by din-ner-time were glad to go home.



SING a song of the white, white snow,
Sing a song of the frost and cold:
What care we if the north wind blow,
Moan-ing and groan-ing, and bend-ing low
The boughs of the yew-tree old ?

Win-ter has joys that no sum-mer day
Can give with its sun-shine bright, -
Snow-ball-ing, slid-ing, or skat-ing a-way,
Whilst from fair-y cloud-land full many a fay
Sly pow-ders our coats with white.

Oh the hors-es and sleighs that go,
Whilst the sleigh-bells mer-ri-ly ring,
In the coun-tries where long the win-ter snow
Lies hard on the ground, and makes, as we know,
A pave-ment fit for a king!

And oh the sledge made by Tom and me,
To be drawn by a team of boys!
No bet-ter sledge in the world need be;
And if we're up-set, oh! what care we?
'Tis but part of our win-ter joys.
J. G.


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There's life in the fountains.

Small cloudJ are sailing,

Blue sky prevailing,

The rain is over and gone.


ROD-NEY had been quite ill. He had been thrown
from his po-ny up-on a heap of stones, which had bro-ken
his arm and hurt his head. For two weeks he had to
lie in bed, but at last the doctor said he might get up.
He sat in a great chair near the win-dow, and looked
out on the gar-den, where his sis-ter Ma-ry had gone to
get some fresh flow-ers. Just then he heard his moth-er.
"What have you there, moth-er ?" he asked, turn-ing
toward her.

"A piece of good news and
some lunch for you," was the an-
"A boy with a bro-ken arm
makes you a good deal of trou-
ble, does n't he, moth-er ?" said
Rod-ney, "but if the news is as
good as this chick-en broth, I
shall like it ver-y much."
It is news you will like," said
his moth-er. "Guy and Fred
are com-ing home next week."
These were Rod-ney's broth-ers, who were at board-ing
school and had not been home for six months.
"That is good !" cried Rod-ney. Fred will train the
po-ny and Guy will fin-ish our ship. Why, mother, I
feel bet-ter al-ready."
As soon as Ma-ry came in and heard the news, she
brought her work-box to make sails for the ship, that ev-
er-y-thing might be read-y for Guy.
Rod-ney now grew strong-er dai-ly and soon was a-ble
to walk out, with his arm in a sling, and in a week the
boys were at home. Fred rode the po-ny ev-er-y day and
soon made him quite gen-tle, and Guy work-ed bus-i-ly at
the ship; but as he was ver-y par-tic-u-lar to have ev-er-y
part just like a real ship, it was a good ma-ny days be-
fore it was done.
Ma-ry's sails were fin-ished long be-fore they could be
put in place, but the day for the launch came at last.


Rod-ney, on this day, laid a-side his tire-some sling for
the first time, and Fred drove him and the pre-cious ship


down to the beach, in the po-ny wagon, while Guy and
Ma-ry walk-ed.
They had named the ship the Sea-bird ;" she swam
the wa-ter like a duck; the fresh breeze filled out her lit-
tle white sails, and Guy said to Ma-ry:
"When I am a man, I shall have a ship of my own,
and you shall sail round the world with me."



Lit-tle O-laf sat in the cot-tage
door. The rain was al-most o-ver -
and the sun had be-gun to shine.
Down the road came run-ning
his play-mate Ot-to.
"O-laf! O-laf! come quick !"
he cried. On top of the hill is' '11
a beau-ti-ful thing all blue and
red. Let us go and get it!"
A-way went the two and scram- -- '
bled up the steep, wet hill.
Then they saw the bright thing,
far off on an-oth-er hill.
"Oh! how sad!" said Ot-to.
It has moved a-way and we are
"all wet.
Let us run home and tell our
N,, moth-ers."
I- When the two moth-ers heard
S the story, they looked at one an-
a oth-er and smiled and said, "The
"' c world is the same from age to


This is the picture of a kit-ten who lived once at a


farm-house. He was such a pret-ty lit-tle cat as to be
made a great pet and used to trot a-bout af-ter the peo-
ple like a lit-tle dog. His name was A-grip-pa and he
knew it quite well:
To this farm-house came a boy and girl named Ned
and Lau-ra, to spend the sum-mer. Both were fond of
pets and both played so much with A-grip-pa that he
grew rath-er la-zy and did not try to catch ma-ny mice.
Ned and Lau-ra were ver-y good friends, but it hap-
pened now and then that both want-ed the same thing
and then, sad to say, some loud words might be heard.
Ned would say, "Give me Grip-pa, '.'and Lau-ra would
an-swer, "You shan't have Grip-pa!" and Ned would
say a-gain, I will have Grip-pa," and so it would go on
till some-times poor Grip-pa would run a-way. But they
al-ways made up and were friends a-gain.
Grip-pa grew up a large, fine cat, and lived some years.
But he was at length taken ill. He came no more to the
house, but stayed in the barn and grew ver-y weak, till
he could hard-ly walk. At last, one day he came walk-
ing fee-bly to the house. He went in-to the kitch-en,
then to the pan-try, then to the din-ing room. In-to all
the rooms went Grip-pa, and in each room sat down and
looked a-round, as if tak-ing a last fare-well; then slow-ly,
walked out of doors. It was in-deed his last vis-it.
Next morn-ing poor Grip-pa was found dead.



Now, chil-dren," said Mam-ma, "I must go out for
an hour, and I de-pend up-on you all to go on with your
les-sons, as if I were still here."
In a few mo-ments the car-riage came a-round and the
chil-dren were left a-lone. Not a word was spok-en in the
school-room for some time. Charles bent over the desk,
writ-ing a long ex-er-cise; Kate kept her eyes up-on her
book and nev-er so much as looked at her doll, ly-ing on
the floor near, and Mil-ly, as soon as her ta-bles were
learned, took the hand-ker-chief Mam-ma had made read-y
to hem and worked bus-i-ly at that. But John, who was
the eld-est and ought to have be-haved the best, was very
la-zy. He stood just where he. had stood ev-er since
Mam-ma gave him back his book and bade him stud-y

his his-to-ry les-son o-ver a-gain, and it was not long be-
fore he be-gan to yawn a-loud and try to make the oth-ers
leave off their work and be as i-die as him-self.
As to Al-fred, he kept at his les-son, but his sums
would not add up right and no won-der, for half the time
he was lis-ten-ing with one ear and watch-ing with one
eye to see what all the rest were do-ing.
By the time the hour was o-ver, three lit-tle peo-ple
were all read-y for Mam-ma, but Al-fred's slate was not
half filled and John had not learned so much as one
word. Charles and Kate had fin-ished their tasks and
put their books neat-ly a-way, and Mil-ly was just fold-
ing her work, when the sound of wheels was heard a-gain
and very soon Mam-ma came in.
"Well, my dears," she said, "I have brought your
cous-in Maude to spend the day, and all my good girls
and boys shall drive with us to the nut grove. We will
take our lunch there and the day is fine for nut-ting or
ram-bling. Bring your books and work, that I may see
what you have done."
On hearing this Al-fred be-gan to ci-pher in ear-nest
but it was too late to make up lost time. When Mam-ma
saw his slate she shook her head.
"I am sorry, Al-fred," she said, "that you have not
been dil-i-gent. These sums must all be add-ed be-fore
you can go. When they are done you may walk to the
grove and join us."
But to John, who had not on-ly wast-ed his own time
but tried to make others i-dle al-so, she spoke stern-ly,,


and giv-ing him a doub-le les-son, bade him re-main at
home all the af-ter-noon.
The two boys soon heard the
car-riage drive a-way and Al-fred
af-ter drop-ping a few tears up-on
his slate, took up his pen-cil and
went to work like a man.
Now that he ap-plied him-self,
it took but half an hour to fin-ish
his task, and he ran for his cap
and boots that he might reach the -
grove in time for lunch. On the "-
porch he found Kate.
"Why, Ka-ty, are you here ?" he said with sur-prise.
"I wait-ed to
Walk with you,
(- -, rA lf dear," said
Kate. Here
S.._.are two fine
"pears which we
will eat by the
After lunch,
SKate and the
S, boys went nut-
-ting and Mam-
ma looked on,
but Maude and
Mil-ly chose rath-er to sit in the shade and read a new book


which Maude had brought. All en-joyed the af-ter-noon
ver-y much, but lit-tle Amy, the ba-by, had a sad fright.
She had wan-der-ed from the
grove in-to the mead-ow and
was play-ing in the grass, when,
,,_ ~all at once, they heard a loud
"cry. Nur-sie a wolf!"
Nurse and all the chil-dren
"laughed, for the wolf was a tame
LL. sheep, who came up to be pat-
And what be-came of John? I am glad to tell you
that as soon as they reached home, John came for-ward,
and said, like a gen-tle- "
man, Mam-ma, I be-
haved ver-y ill this morn-
ing, and I beg your par-
don," and then re-cit-ed
his les-son without mis-
take. So all was pleas-ant
Maude stayed through
the night, and in the
e-ven-ing Mam-ma al-low-
ed them to go to some old ---_
chests, where were stored ma-ny fine clothes, which had
be-longed to their an-ces-tors.
They dressed them-selves in the old-fash-ion-ed gar-
ments and had a mer-ry mas-quer-ade and dance.



Dick, the gar-den-er's boy, was go-ing up to the great
house with a bas-ket of cel-er-y, which the cook had bade
him bring ear-ly.
"Take your lunch
in your hand, and
make haste, Dick,"
said his moth-er,
"for cook will be an-
gry if you are late."
Dick had gone but
a few steps when he
heard a noise, and
look-ing round saw,
close be-hind, Tab-by -
the old cat, with her ---
four kit-tens; Pink,
Pan-sy, Puff annd
Rag. Scat! scat ?',
go home !" said Dick. .
Just then he heard
his sister call, "Puss !
puss !
The five cats heard
too; they all ran home, and Dick ran on and reached the
house in time to please the cook, who gave him a piece ofcold
plum pud-ding, to fin-ish his lunch. As for the cats, they
had a dish of milk, and all put their heads in-to it at once.


When Li-na woke on her birth-day morn-ing, the wild
March winds were blow-ing and the air was full of snow-
Oh what a look-ing birth-day," said Li-na, but she
jumped up and dressed as quick-ly as she could. It was
still ve-ry ear-ly and there was no one to help her, but
Li-na had learned a year ago to dress with-out aid, so she
did not mind that.
I won-der if there will be a new doll for my birth-
day," she said to her-self as she o-pened the play-room
door, but what she saw there made her cheeks flush with
de-light. It was not a doll, but a beau-ti-ful doll house.
In the bed-rooms were beds, and e-ven a cra-dle; a dear
lit-tle pi-an-o stood in the par-lor; the di-ning room had a
ta-ble large e-nough to seat ten dolls at tea, and on the
kitch-en shelves were rows of bright tins. Li-na stood
look-ing at it all with one doll in her hand, so de-light-ed
that she did not e-ven know any one was near, till a voice
said, "Well, lit-tle daugh-ter, a hap-py birth-day to you."
"Oh! Mam-ma! Is this re-al-ly all for me?" cried
Li-na. Oh! how good you are! How I wish I had a
sis-ter, for here is e-nough for both of us!"
But here is one thing which you do not seem to see,"
said her Mam-ma. "Grand-mam-ma has sent you this ;"
and she took the co-ver from a large box which Li-na had
not seen, so in-tent had she been up-on the doll's house.
"From Par-is? Oh! Mam-ma, how love-ly!" cried Lin-a.



In the box lay a large ba-by doll, dressed in long
clothes. It was a boy ba-by, with brown hair curl-ing all
o-ver his head, and dark blue eyes, which would open
and close; and the box was filled with all sorts of gar-
ments for him.
Mam-ma, I am too rich," said Li-na; "do tell me
"what to do first." Mam-ma smiled, and kis-sing the
bright lit-tle face, said that she thought the best thing
would be to go down to break-fast and pray-ers first.
The snow storm raged all day, but Lina scarce-ly
thought a-bout that, she found so much to do. The doll's
house had to be put in or-der ma-ny times, and the new
doll, whom she named Chris-to-pher Co-lum-bus, dressed
in all his out-door things and ta-ken to walk in the hall,
as the weath-er would not per-mit him to go out of doors.
Late in the af-ter-noon Li-na came and stood by the low
chair where her moth-er was sit-ting, with ba-by Ar-thur
in her lap.
"Mam-ma," she said, "this has been a ve-ry bu-sy day.
I have 'ranged all my house o-ver and o-ver, and put my
dolls to bed and ta-ken them up a great ma-ny times, and
dressed my love-ly Chris-to-pher Co-lum-bus and taken
him ev-er so ma-ny walks; but there is not an-oth-er girl
any-where that has such a dar-ling Mam-ma as I have;
and one real, live, lit-tle ba-by broth-er, like Ar-ty, is
worth a whole world full of dolls !"
And then she gave them each a good hug-ging and as
ma-ny as twen-ty kiss-c,.


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"You've cut your hand ? Well, did-n't I tell you
You'd hurt your-self if you tried to chop ?
When I was swing-ing there in the ham-mock,
I told you so, but you would-n't stop.
I nev-er hurt my-self; why can't you
Take things ea-sy, just as I do ?"

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Then Har-ry said, as he tied up his fin-ger,
"And what do you think my hands are for?
I want to do some-thing-to swing in a ham-mock
Hour af-ter hour, is a stu-pid bore.
I'd ra-ther put up with a cut now and then,
Than be as la-zy as you are, Ben."


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Frank More had been out skat-ing near-ly the whole
af-ter-noon, for there was no school this week, and the
ice was in.fine or-der. It was al-most dark, and he was
go-ing home, skates in hand, when a poor boy a-bout as
large as him-self came up and be-gan to beg from him.
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"Go home with me," said Frank, "and you shall have
some sup-per.
The boy went glad-ly, and on the way Frank asked
him ma-ny ques-tions. When they ar-rived, Frank took
him to the kitch-en, where Jane the cook gave him a

warm seat and plen-ty of sup-per, for his thin face made
her feel sor-ry.
When Frank had seen him com-fort-a-bly set-tied, he
went up stairs to tell his fa-ther and moth-er a-bout the
"Don't you think, fa-ther," he said, "that grand-pa
would like such a boy? He says he will be glad to
work, and if moth-er will let me give him my old suit,
I can take him to see grand-pa in the morning."
"Well, Frank, you may try," said his fa-ther. So poor
Sam had a good bed to sleep in that night, and next
morn-ing the two boys went to see a-bout work for him.
Dressed in the warm clothes Frank's moth-er gave him,
he looked like quite a dif-fer-ent boy, and was ve-ry grate-
ful for her kind-ness.
It was soon set-tied that Sam should live at old Mr.
More's. He had a good ma-ny things to do: to help
take care of the chick-ens, the sheep and lambs, the cows
and horses; and be-sides all this, he went to school, and
with all the other boys, had great fun at coast-ing and
skat-ing when school was out. But he worked as well
as he played, and proved so trust-y, that grand-ma said:
" Frank's boy was a boy worth hav-ing."
So Sam found a good home and Frank had the
pleas-ure of know-ing that he had helped one boy to be
both use-ful and hap-py.

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Dear chil-dren," said a field-mouse,
I must go out to-night;
I trem-ble as I leave you,
The moon it shines so bright.
My dears, let noth-ing tempt you
To wan-der from the nest,
For if you should-" she wiped a tear
My heart fore-tells the rest.
"'The crick-et's eld-est daugh-ter
SBut half an hour a-go,
Brought me a mourn-ful mes-sage;
Your aunt is ve-ry low.
Dan-gers, both great and lit-tle,
Wait up-on ev-e-ry mouse;
My dears, your on-ly safe-ty
Is not to leave the house."


She wiped her eyes, and kiss-ing each,
De-part-ed through the grass,
Creep-ing full slow and cau-tious-ly
That none might see her pass.
The crick-et's eld-est daugh-ter
Walked chirp-ing on be-fore,
And thus, with-out ad-ven-ture,
She reached her sis-ter's door.

Left to them-selves, the lit-tle mice
For some time made no sound;
At last, the eld-est put his head
Out-doors, and looked a-round.
"What could our moth-er mean," he said,
By dan-gers great and small?
Our moth-er is so tim-o-rous!
Now, I've no fear at all.

"There are such jol-ly a-corns
Ly-ing un-der our oak tree;
Just look, you two, how thick! and who
Should have them if not we ?
Come out! come out! Let's try it once;
I'm not a stu-pid elf,
I hope I am not such a dunce
I can't take care o' my-self."

" But broth-er," said the young-est,
"Think of that dread-ful bird,
Of whose great eyes and hook-ed beak
We have so often heard."
"That owl ? oh pooh Do you sup-pose
He ev-er could catch me ?
Why, e-ven in the day-light
He has hard work to see."

The owl, who, sit-ting all this time
Up-on the great oak tree,
Had lis-tened close and heard the whole,
Now bent him down to see.
He saw the dis-o-be-di-ent mouse
Catch a large a-corn up,
And take his teeth and both fore-paws
To pull it from its cup.

"Ah! now," he said, "my time is come;
I have not far to-night,
To trav-el for my sup-per,
This will be a ten-der bite."
Si-lent-ly as a snow-flake,
With great white wings out-spread,
With large eyes bright, and sharp hooked beak,
He dropped from o-ver-head.

The oth-er two, who peep-ing out
This fear-ful sight did view,
Shrank back, and, trem-bling sore, their arms
A-round each oth-er threw.
One dread-ful squeak they heard, and then
An-oth-er and an-oth-er;
And long they wept, for well they knew
The owl had caught their bro-ther.

"Twas aunt-y, who, one ev-en-ing
Be-fore they went to bed,
Told to four lit-tie peo-ple
The sto-ry you have read.
And she said, "Take heed, my dar-lings
And nev-er dis-o-bey;
For like the owl, the E-vil One
Watch-es, a-lert for prey."


"Ca-ro! Ca-ro! guess what I have to tell you," said
Ger-ty, one af-ter-noon. The best news you have heard
in, a long time: good for pa-pa, good for mam-ma and
me, and best of all for you. Now you may have three
"Ah tell me, please, Ger-ty," said Ca-ro, "you know I
am not good at guess-ing, and I am so tired to-day."
"Are you tired, poor dar-ling," said Ger-ty, then I
will not make you wait. Now, o-pen your ears wide.
We are all go-ing to sail for Eng-land in three weeks !"
Real-ly and tru-ly ?" asked Ca-ro.
"Yes," an-swered Ger-ty, "mam-ma told me just now,
when I came in from school, and I ran right up to tell
you. In three weeks the day will come, for our pas-sage
is ta-ken."
This was good news to poor Ca-ro, for she had had a
sad win-ter. She had been ver-y ill, and was still so weak
that she could not walk a-bout. Ma-ny a long night the
pain had kept her a-wake, and ma-ny a bit-ter med-i-cine
had she ta-ken.
But now, for a week, she had been a-ble to lie on a
couch by the win-dow, and, to-day, had e-ven been try-ing
to work a lit-tle with some bright silks. She had grown very
tired, how-e-ver, and when she had heard Ger-ty's news,
and mam-ma had come in and told her all a-bout it, she
was glad to have her work-box put a-way, and to have
Fin, the kit-ten, sent to play with his ball in the nur-se-ry,




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and it was not long be-fore she asked mam-ma to car-ry
her to her own lit-tle room, where she pres-ent-ly fell so
fast a-sleep that she did not wake till the set-ting sun
shone full in-to her face.
The time flew ve-ry fast to the lit-tle girls, and, in just
three weeks from that day they stood with their pa-pa
and mam-ma on the deck of the steam-er and watched
the last bit of land fade out of sight. Ger-ty thought it
ve-ry pleas-ant on board ship, but Ca-ro was not strong
yet, and the sea made her ill, so that she was ve-ry glad
when she saw land once more, ris-ing out of the wa-ter,
and knew that the oth-er side of the o-cean was reached.


"We will not tray-el till Ca-ro is quite strong," said
mam-ma; so, while pa-pa went hith-er and thith-er on
bus-i-ness, the two girls and their moth-er went to stay
in a pret-ty vil-lage. Here they had ma-ny love-ly walks
to-geth-er, ramb-ling through the sha-dy lanes, and gath-
er-ing the wild flow-ers, which grew by the hedge-rows.
One day they
stopped to watch
"some wom-en s --.Jk
who were at .51 m od I
work in a field, .
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ty thought it.. ...
ver-y strange to -
see wom-en do
such work.
One of them
had a pret-ty .
ba-by a-sleep in i 'n '-
her arms, and -,
was just a-bout to lay it down on a lit-tle bed she had
made of a shawl.
Mam-ma spoke to her, and asked if this were her on-ly
No ma'am," said the wom-an, "my lit-tle Jack and
Rose are left with my old moth-er, and I must go as soon
as ba-by is quite a-sleep, and get the din-ner for them."


When they had walked a lit-tie fur-ther, they saw by
the road-side two pret-ty chil-dren, a small boy in a smock
frock, and a wee girl in a spot-ted a-pron.
"What is your name, my lit-tle man ?" asked mam-ma.
I am Dack, and this is Wo-sie," said the lit-tie fel-low,
"we're wait-ing for mam-my."
Mam-ma," said Ger-ty, are they not pret-ty ? they
look like the lit-tle peo-ple in my fair-y tales."

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Ca-ro grew quite strong and ro-sy be-fore this pleas-ant
sum-mer was o-ver, and when pa-pa's bus-i-ness was
end-ed, they all set off on their trav-els.
"I have not time to tell where they went, but they saw
ma-ny strange things, and vis-it-ed ma-ny pla-ces they
had read of in their school books, and it was a whole long
year be-fore they re-turned home a-gain.


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Oh 1 Kit-ty, ba-by! come and see!
See what San-ta Claus brought to me!
Look at my stock-ing, how fat 'tis grown,
And ev-er-y-thing in it is all my own.

Oh! Kit-ty, ba-by in the night,
When you were a-sleep with your eyes shut tight,
He drove his sleigh down the chim-ney black,
And how do you 'spose he ev-er got back ?

Oh! Kit-ty, ba-by hold your hand!
Of all the dar-lings in all the land
You are my sweet-heart, tried and true,
And all I have, I'll di-vide with you.


Oh, would I were some wild-wood bird
With pin-ions light and free,
To cleave the wide-spread fields of air
That lie o'er land and sea:

Fain would I be the sea-gull grey
That floats on o-cean's wave,
With the mer-maids for my play-mates,
When frol-ic I might crave.

But no the sea-gull's fate is oft
For man's de-light to die;
So I would not be the sea-gull,
Nor yet the chat-ter-ing pie.

I'd rath-er be the sky-lark
That, spring-ing from the sod,
Soars up-ward e'er and near-er
To heav-en and to God:

That, scorn-ing earth and earth-ly things,
Still high and high-er flies;
And ev-er sings with glad-some voice
Its pse-an to the skies.


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At Christ-mas No-ra had from her mam-ma a pres-ent
of a beau-ti-ful ca-na-ry. Nev-er had No-ra owned a-ny-
thing she val-ued so much. Ev-er-y day she her-self fed
him, and gave him fresh sand and wa-ter, and he soon
grew so tame that when she c-pened his cage door, he
would hop up-on her fin-ger and sit there and sing.
First see-ing that the doors and win-dows were closed,
No-ra would take him to her mam-ma's room, where the
sun shone brightly, and let him fly, and lit-tle Wal-ter
"would clap his hands with de-light as Pe-dro sailed a-bout
the room. When tired of fly-ing, he would al-ways perch
up-on the pin-cush-ion on the dress-ing ta-ble and be-gin
to pull out the pins. Some-times No-ra would put in large
pins, but no mat-ter how large, Pe-dro al-ways got them out,
tak-ing the pin head in his beak and pull-ing with all his
strength till the pin came out. Af-ter each pin, he would
take a look at him-self in the glass and then fall to work
Ev-er-y day or two No-ra gave him wa-ter to bathe,
and this was how the troub-le hap-pen-ed.
One day she set his cage on the ta-ble and left him at
his bath, while she went to fill his seed cup. The door
was left a-jar, and as she came back, she heard lit-tle
Wal-ter call in tones of dis-tress, No-ra! No-ra! make
haste "
Ah! what a sad sight met her eye as she en-tered.
In Wal-ter's hand lay her dar-ling Pe-dro, and his pret-ty


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feath-ers were scat-tered about the room. Poor No-ra !
she could not speak, but her tears fell fast as she held her
lit-tle pet and kissed him, and saw that he was in-deed
quite dead.
"It was all pus-sy's fault," said Wal-ter, "pus-sy came
to play with him, and pus-sy is ver-y rough. She has
bri-ars in her paws; she hurt my hand when I took Pe-
dro a-way. Ah! don't cry, No-ra, per-haps he will get
bet-ter;" and then ten-der heart-ed lit-tie Wal-ter burst:
into tears him-self.
No-ra loved her lit-tie broth-er dear-ly, and could not
bear to see him cry, so, wip-ing a-way her own tears, she
took him in her arms and com-forted him. Then they
went and told mam-ma, and in the af-ter-noon, when the
shad-ows were grow-ing long, they laid Pe-dro in a lit-tie
box and bu-ried him in the gar-den un-der No-ra's pink
rose tree. Just as they had fin-ished, a flock of lit-tle
birds who were pur-su-ing a but-ter-fly, flew a-cross the
"Oh No-ra, No-ra, look! cried Wal-ter. "The birds
have come to take Pe-dro up in the sky with them, and
the but-ter-fly is show-ing them the way."
No-ra's mam-ma gave her an-oth-er ca-na-ry, but though
she grew ver-y fond of it, she felt, as Wal-ter did, when
he said," It's not quite the same as our lit-tie ftrst pet,.
is it No-ra ?"







As Hel-en was one day sit-ting by the win-dow, she
spied a large black and yel-low spi-der on the rose bush.
Her first thought was to brush it a-way, but as she
o-pened the win-dow she saw what the spi-der was do-ing,
and stopped to watch. He had a large web, such as you
see in the pic-ture; it was bro-ken in a good ma-ny
pla-ces, and he was mend-ing it.
Up and down he went on the threads, pul-ling each to
see how strong it was, and, if he found it at all weak,
put-ting in a new one. Then he took a-way the bits of
flies and oth-er in-sects left in the web, and made all neat
and nice. When all was done, he went back in-to a sly
place, out of sight, and sat still.
Hel-en watched him a long time, for she was learn-ing
her les-sons, and could look off while she re-peat-ed o-ver
the long list of riv-ers of North A-mer-i-ca; but the spi-
der did not try to catch any-thing. Next morn-ing he
was up ear-ly and hard at work, for, when Hel-en came
to her break-fast, he had eat-en his, and al-read-y caught
his din-ner. He seemed to be like a fish-er-man, for he
caught his game in the morn-ing, and mend-ed his net in
the af-ter-noon.
One day, when he had a good ma-ny in-sects in his
web, a guest came to dine with him. But Hel-en did
not think the spi-der liked this much, for the guest was a
bird, who ate all the flies, and tore the web so that it
took two days' work to put it in or-der a-gain.


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THIS is a shoe-shop in an East-ern land. The shoes,
as you see, are ve-ry rough af-fairs; and the shop is quite
un-like those that we have. See, too, what strange
clothes the men wear, and how dark their faces are!
They do not of-fer the man who is buy-ing, a chair to
sit in while he tries on the shoes. I think I like our
shops best.



IT is Christ-mas eve, and a storm-y night,
The wind is loud and the snow lies white,
And lit-tle Al-fred has sulked to bed,
And these are the thoughts that pass through his head:

I wish I were good, but I know I am bad-
O the wind, whis-tle, whew!
I make fa-ther an-gry, and moth-er sad-
Just then how it blew!

My heart was heav-y and hard to-night,
I crept to bed.
I could not say what was soft and right,
I wished I was dead.

But I see with my eyes shut be-neath the clothes-
It is dark and cold;
I see such sights as no-bod-y knows,
And no-bod-y's told.

I see our Ro-ver jump-ing the brook,
Swift and light.
I see a new moon, like a reap-ing hook,
Sharp and white.


I see a red rob-in up in a tree,
Sing, sing!
And a ship-wrecked ba-by saved from the sea,
Cling, cling!
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Cling, cling!

I see the church-yard; the snow lies deep;
For ghosts who cares?
It I were to die to-night in my sleep!
I'll say my pray-ers.

Per-haps to-mor-row I may be good-
Christ-mas day;
But I am too small to be un-der-stood,
What-ev-er I say.

If moth-er would come up and kiss me once-
Was that the bed broke ?
No, I dropped a-sleep. But I won't be a dunce-
I thought some one spoke!

Mat-thew, Mark, Luke, and John,
Bless the bed that I lie on;
Four cur-tains to my bed,
Four angels-

Poor lit-tle Al-fred when morning comes,
And the bells say, "Cit-ron, and spice, and plums!"
Pray he may find that the an-gels four
Have car-ried his hard heart out of the door,
And left un-der-neath his soft pink side
A heart that is soft-er, and free from pride.
[Author of Poems Written for a Child.]



To-BY was a cob-bler; and all day long he sat at his
bench, and stitched and stitched at the shoes that were
sent him to mend.

But when sup-per time came, he and his wife set the
ta-ble out in the gar-den, un-der the shade of an old ap-ple
tree, and ate their meal there. Jet, the black kit-ten,
went with them, and had her tea too.


DOGS are ve-ry clev-er fel-lows. The one whose pic-
ture you see here was named Fleet, and I will tell you
what he did. He was a great friend of puss, and they
of-ten lay down close to-geth-er in front of the fire, and he
nev-er chased her in-to a tree as some dogs' do. Puss had
three lit-tle kit-tens, who were just old e-nough to climb,
and who were crawl-ing in and out of all sorts of
strange plac-es all the time.
One day Fleet, who was ly-ing by the kitch-en fire,
heard a loud mew from puss. He jumped to his feet
and ran out. There she stood on a bench by the door,
on which was a tub of wa-ter. The kit-ten had climbed
up the side of the tub and had tum-bled in, and puss did
not know how to get her out. Fleet knew in a mo-ment.
He stood up on his hind legs, and, reaching his head
o-ver, took the kit-ten in his mouth and put her all safe
on the ground. She was pret-ty wet, but her mam-ma
soon licked her dry, and in an hour she was crawl-ing
up a chair-back as bold-ly as if she had not just had a
mis-hap. And if the cook, who saw the whole thing,
had not put a-way the tub, I have no doubt that she
would have been in it a-gain be-fore night.
Fleet and puss be-came more firm friends than ev-er,
and you might have of-ten seen her rub-bing her head on
his legs and pur-ring with joy.
While all this had been go-ing on, Jack Gray, Fleet's
lit-tle mas-ter, had been up-stairs at his les-sons. Twelve


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o'-clock struck, and he tossed a-side his books and ran
down-stairs, and rushed out of the front door on to the
lawn. "Oh! James," he cried to the man at work there,
" won't you please sad-die my po-ny just as quick-ly as
you can? and I'll have a ride be-fore din-ner. Where's
Fleet ?" and he whis-tled and called, Fleet! Fleet!
The dog heard his voice, and came in long leaps
a-round the house, and they had a fine romp. Long
be-fore James came with the po-ny, the heap of dead
leaves which he had swept up with such care was scat-
tered far and wide. He was a good-na-tured man, though,
and on-ly laughed when -he saw that his last half hour's
toil had been for noth-ing, and set to work to sweep them
up a-gain as soon as Jack had trot-ted off. It was a
bright au-tumn day, and the nag felt fresh and went on
at a good speed, while Fleet ran in front, chas-ing a-ny
squir-rel that dared 'to show his head out of the stone
When Jack got home it was time for din-ner. Af-ter
that was o-ver, he found that James had made a great
pile of the leaves in a field a-way from the house, and was
go-ing to make a bon-fire of them. So he went with him
and watched the fierce flames as they roared and
crack-led, un-til there was noth-ing of all the great heap
left but a small pile of gray ash-es.



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HERE are May and lit-tle Tom. They have been out
to hunt for wild straw-ber-ries, and a show-er has caught
them. They are more than a mile from home, too, so
that I fear, if the rain keeps on, they will get quite wet.
A tree, you know, is not a ve-ry good um-brel-la.


TOM GRANT went in-to the coun-try to see his cous-
ins. It was near-ly a whole year since he had been
there, and he could hard-ly wait for the train to reach
the sta-tion. The peo-ple in the car must have thought
him a ver-y strange boy in-deed, for he could hard-ly sit
still, and he was out on the plat-form be-fore the cars
stopped. There at the sta-tion wait-ing for him were
his two cous-ins Jack and Grace. They both kissed
him, and then all three ran a-round to get in the great
farm wag-on, while Tom's mam-ma fol-lowed more
slow-ly. Then Grace's fath-er, af-ter they had all sha-
ken hands with him and had ta-ken their seats, chir-
ruped to the hor-ses, and a-way they went.
As soon as they reached the house the chil-dren ran
out to the barn, where Jack and Grace had a pet don-

key all their own. They called him Ned; and, as they
al-ways brought him an ap-ple when-ev-er they came to
the sta-ble Ned was ver-y fond of them. They put on
his har-ness, and fas-tened him to his cart, and then they
all got in and had a ride. Then Tom got on his back,
and rode for a time in that way. But Ned did not

fan-cy that much; and so he stopped and be-gan to eat
grass, and all the punch-es that Tom gave him would
not make him move. So Mas-ter Tom had to get off.
Then they spied the cat, who came chas-ing a-cross
the lawn, and be-gan to play with Jack's top, which
Tom was spin-ning. Turk, Grace's dog, did not like
this at all, and be-gan to growl so that Grace took him
up in her arms to pre-vent his fly-ing at pus-sy.

"0 Tom!" cried out Jack, "let's go to the gar-den,
and pick some pears."
A-way the two boys scam-pered, leav-ing Grace to
fol-low. Soon they stopped un-der an old tree. Pa-pa

has giv-en this tree to me," said Jack, "and I have all
the fruit on it. Let us go and get a lad-der and bas-ket."
The lad-der was soon found, and Jack climbed up
on it. Tom held the bas-ket, stand-ing on the ground;
while Jack picked off the pears un-til it was near-ly full.
Just as they fin-ished, they heard the bell ring for din-ner;

and all at once they re-mem-bered that they were ver-y
hun-gry, and so, without wait-ing a mo-ment, they ran to
the house and took their seats.
Af-ter din-ner they had planned to go fishing; butwhen
they came out from the ta-ble there were heav-y black
clouds piled up in the west, and growl-ing thun-der was
heard ev-er-y few mo-ments. So they sat on the pi-az-za,
and got their tack-le all read-y for the next morn-ing.
It did not rain after all, for the storm went a-round to
the south; but by the time it was cer-tain that it would
not rain, it had grown so late that they could not go that
day. They had a ver-y good time, though, talk-ing o-ver
their plans; and they ate up all the pears.
That night Tom waked up his mam-ma in the midst
'of her slum-bers. He said he had a bad pain un-der
his a-pron. His mam-ma gave him some red-i-cine, and
said that she thought it was the pears he had eat-en. I
think so too, don't you?

THERE has been a fear-ful storm at sea, and some
ship has gone down. These men that you see have
been down on the beach try-ing to save any that might
be washed a-shore. This poor girl has just been res-
cued from the waves, and is be-ing car-ried where she
will be brought back to life.


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WHERE is the boy who does not love a dog? He
must be a poor fel-low, I am sure. As I write, there
is a lit-tle shag-gy ter-ri-er coiled up in a chair near me.
When-ev-er I look up, he gives me a lov-ing look from
his half-shut eyes, and his sleep-y tail wags slow-ly.
There are man-y kinds of dogs. If an-y boy of you
is think-ing of get-ting one, he can look on the next
page and take his choice. He can-not go a-miss. Ev-ery
dog has his good points. I will tell you some sto-ries
a-bout them. My first shall be of a great mas-tiff and
a ter-ri-er. That is he in the pic-ture in the low-er left-
hand cor-ner. He was a huge fel-low; but for all that
his best friend was the ter-ri-er, who was like the one
at the ver-y top of the page.
The two dogs al-ways went to-geth-er. If one were
pun-ished and shut up, the oth-er al-ways begged to be
shut up with him. They played ver-y pret-ti-ly, and
were ver-y un-happy if they were sep-a-ra-ted.
One day the mas-tiff's mas-ter took him out to sail.
The lit-tle dog went too. Now, the lit-tle fel-low was
ver-y fond of swim-ming, but the big dog would nev-er
go in-to the wa-ter. His mas-ter want-ed him to learn
to swim; and so, when the boat was not far from the
shore, he pushed him o-ver-board.
Splash he went, and then half be-wil-dered he be-gan
to swim a-round and a-round, in-stead of strik-ing out
for the shore. His lit-tle friend watched him, and then,

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