• TABLE OF CONTENTS
HIDE
 Front Cover
 Frontispiece
 Title Page
 How Tip found a new home
 Caterpillars and butteflies
 Flowers, birds, and pleasant...
 Vacation trials
 Johnnie and the gopher
 Roly Poly
 Three happy children
 Bessie's baby
 Flaxie stays to tea
 Kitty's robin
 A good time
 Two naughty chickies
 What little Ben would rather...
 Wally wins the race
 How to enjoy yourself
 Floating out
 The lost doll
 Small shoppers
 Selfish or unselfish
 Baby Calla
 Run-away Flossie
 Nothing but leaves
 The chipmonk
 Weezy's pickle
 A mamma that steps
 Dear old Dapple
 The oriole's nest: A true...
 Two unselfish daughters
 Fun on the hearth
 Pearl rain-drop
 Tabby and Mouser
 Maje
 Tommy and the snake
 The fairy in the pink
 Duty first
 What the little maiden saw
 How the wind blows
 Back Cover
 Spine






Group Title: Silver moon stories : for our little pets
Title: Silver moon stories
CITATION PAGE TURNER PAGE IMAGE
Full Citation
STANDARD VIEW MARC VIEW
Permanent Link: http://ufdc.ufl.edu/UF00053984/00001
 Material Information
Title: Silver moon stories for our little pets
Physical Description: 78 p. : ill. ; 26 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Giacomelli, Hector, 1822-1904 ( Illustrator )
Cassell & Company ( Publisher )
W. L. Mershon & Co
Publisher: Cassell & Company
Place of Publication: New York ;
London ;
Paris ;
Melbourne
Manufacturer: W. L. Mershon & Co., Printers and Electrotypers
Publication Date: c1885
 Subjects
Subject: Pets -- Fiction   ( lcshac )
Pets -- Poetry   ( lcshac )
Animals -- Fiction   ( lcshac )
Animals -- Poetry   ( lcshac )
Pets -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Animals -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Country life -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1885   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1885   ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1885
Genre: Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Spatial Coverage: United States -- New York -- New York
England -- London
France -- Paris
Australia -- Melbourne
United States -- New Jersey -- Rahway
 Notes
Summary: Short stories and poems about animals for children.
Statement of Responsibility: by favorite American authors.
General Note: Some illustrations by H. Giacomelli.
Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
 Record Information
Bibliographic ID: UF00053984
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
Rights Management: All rights reserved, Board of Trustees of the University of Florida.
Resource Identifier: aleph - 002224896
notis - ALG5168
oclc - 41837622

Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Cover 1
        Cover 2
    Frontispiece
        Plate
    Title Page
        Page i
        Page ii
    How Tip found a new home
        Page 1
        Page 2
        Page 3
    Caterpillars and butteflies
        Page 4
        Page 5
    Flowers, birds, and pleasant faces
        Page 6
        Page 7
    Vacation trials
        Page 8
        Page 9
        Page 10
    Johnnie and the gopher
        Page 11
    Roly Poly
        Page 12
        Page 13
    Three happy children
        Page 14
        Page 15
    Bessie's baby
        Page 16
        Page 17
    Flaxie stays to tea
        Page 18
        Page 19
        Page 20
        Page 21
        Page 22
    Kitty's robin
        Page 23
    A good time
        Page 24
        Page 25
    Two naughty chickies
        Page 26
    What little Ben would rather be
        Page 27
        Page 28
    Wally wins the race
        Page 29
    How to enjoy yourself
        Page 30
        Page 31
    Floating out
        Page 32
        Page 33
    The lost doll
        Page 34
        Page 35
    Small shoppers
        Page 36
        Page 37
    Selfish or unselfish
        Page 38
        Page 39
    Baby Calla
        Page 40
        Page 41
    Run-away Flossie
        Page 42
        Page 43
    Nothing but leaves
        Page 44
        Page 45
        Page 46
    The chipmonk
        Page 47
    Weezy's pickle
        Page 48
        Page 49
        Page 50
        Page 51
    A mamma that steps
        Page 52
        Page 53
    Dear old Dapple
        Page 54
        Page 55
    The oriole's nest: A true story
        Page 56
        Page 57
    Two unselfish daughters
        Page 58
        Page 59
    Fun on the hearth
        Page 60
    Pearl rain-drop
        Page 61
        Page 62
        Page 63
    Tabby and Mouser
        Page 64
        Page 65
    Maje
        Page 66
        Page 67
    Tommy and the snake
        Page 68
        Page 69
    The fairy in the pink
        Page 70
        Page 71
    Duty first
        Page 72
        Page 73
    What the little maiden saw
        Page 74
    How the wind blows
        Page 75
        Page 76
    Back Cover
        Cover 1
        Cover 2
    Spine
        Spine
Full Text





"*'~"` ii t "








ICAI
eL+




H' i ".I




































































































The Baldwin Lbrary
Un.Umr1an.
Plmda
Um Z












i. p 'L ,,.:/..

I "1 1: ". r*' ; "
I ~ ~ ___ ML *.r iL,. ._' ^ .,. -i __- '" -__ ____________-__


I t WR



kk :.. '~;'S~'l









SILVER MOON STORIES,


FOR OUR LITTLE PETS.



BY

FAVORITE AMERICAN AUTHORS.











I







CASSELL & COMPANY, LIMITED,
NEW YORK, LONDON, PARIS AND MELBOURNE.











































COPYRIGHT,
1885,

By O. M. DUNHAM.



























W. L. MERSHON & CO.,
Printers and Electrotypers.
RAHWAY. N. J.




































HOW TIP FOUND A NEW HOME.

MOTHER Tabby had a snug little house under one corner of the
woodpile. Her two little kittens, Tip and Buttons, ran up and
down after each other's tails, and played hide and seek all day long.
When they were tired they curled themselves up like puff-balls,
and went to sleep.
Tip was white, with buff trimmings. Buttons had a black coat,
with three white spots on the breast, that looked like buttons.
One morning Tip waked up bright and early, and peeped out.
" 0, my! he said, I wonder what is over all the ground ? It
looks just like cream, it is so white and nice. It must be good to
eat."








HOW TIP FOUND A NEW HOME.

He bit Buttons softly on the ear, to wake him. Then they asked
Mother Tabby if they might go out and take a run. She said yes,
but told them not to get lost, and to come back soon and have
their breakfast.
They ran out, and at first stepped very lightly. In a few
moments they were racing through the soft snow, but they found
it was not cream.
Buttons got hungry first, and said he must go and have some
breakfast. Tip wanted one more race. He saw a hole under the
snow, and crawled in. It was nice and warm, so he went on and









'. i ; 1 I i l I .j




on. After a while he began to feel hungry, and thought of his
breakfast. There was nothing but snow here to eat, and that did not
fill him up much.
He wondered if he could find his way back, and was sorry he had
not gone home with Buttons. He cried for Mother Tabby, but she
could not hear him.
He thought of his nice home, and the frolics he had with Buttons.
O dear how dreadful it would be if he never should see them
again! Tip felt so sorry for himself that he lay down in a little
on. After a while he began to feel hungry, and thought of his
breakfast. There was nothing but snow here to eat, and that did not
fill him up much.




heap and cried if he ould find his way back, and he tried to find
nhis way out but he went farther and farther Mother Tabby, but she
could not hear him.
He thought of his nice home, and the frolics he had with Buttons.
O dear! how dreadful it would be if he never should see them
again! Tip felt so sorry for himself that he lay down in a little
heap and cried himself to sleep. When he waked he tried to find
his way out, but he went farther and farther in.









HO W TIP FO UND A NEW HOME.

At last he saw a little light above his head, and scratched the
snow away. 0 yes, he could get out. But how queer it looked!
There was no woodpile in sight, but a great big white house, with
ever so many windows.
Tip saw a little girl at one window. As she opened it, he wanted
to run away. But she looked so kind, and called Kitty, kitty,"
in such a soft voice, that he walked up a little nearer.
Tip heard her say,
"0 mamma, here is a
I.' : little kitten that has
S just crawled out of the
hole at the foot of the
oak-tree. May I give
him some milk ?"
Her mamma said
S she might, and Alice
brought out a saucer
of milk. At first Tip
was very shy; but he
was so hungry, and
the milk looked so
good that he could not
but taste it.
Then Alice patted
him, and coaxed him
into the house. By
the warm fire he fell
asleep and forgot his
troubles. Alice kept
him for her kitten, but he often thought of Mother Tabby and
Buttons.
ANNIE D. BELL.












































































~---"Jill











----- FEZ:~


CATERILLAR AND UTTERLIES











CATERPILLARS AND BUTTERFLIES.

"Isn't this lovely said a beautiful butterfly as he spread his new
wings and began to flutter in the air.
I say his new wings, for you must know this butterfly had had a
life without wings, and he could remember when he could only crawl
about-a "nasty caterpillar," as some foolish children called him.
"Dear me! I hope I'll never change back to a caterpillar! How
warm the sun is, and-I believe I'll suck that flower: it smells so
sweet it must have honey in it! Yes! delicious honey! What a
goose I was to eat green leaves before I went to sleep. And what a
hard life I had then Every body seemed to hunt me But now I
fly about and can enjoy myself !"
Just as the butterfly said this he heard Johnny and Will Black
scream out! Hilloa what a beauty! and then something came
down, down over him and all was black, and Jack said: "I've got
him, sure!"
But he hadn't; for though the butterfly was frightened almost to
death he managed to slip out of Jack's hat, and up, up, he flew-
trembling, and yet oh, so happy to be free.
"There's no life without troubles thought the butterfly. But
I'll keep high up in the air, and there nothing can hurt me." And
then-look at the picture and you'll see what happened! Do you
think the butterfly has a chance ? I am afraid not! How angry
and cruel the pretty birds look !
Well, it is their nature to hunt insects, and as butterflies, while
they are caterpillars, do a great deal of mischief, I suppose it is a
good thing that birds do hunt them.
What does a butterfly make us think of? I'll tell you. It is
God's beautiful way of telling us that we are to be His again after
we die. We are in our caterpillar life now, and then death is our
time of being a chrysalis, and when we rise again we shall have a new
beautiful body-as much more beautiful than the bodies we have
here as the butterfly's wings are more than the caterpillar's feet. But
there is this difference between us and the caterpillar: we can get
ready for our beautiful bodies and beautiful home while we live here.
Let us do so by turning away from all that is bad, or mean, or selfish.



















1111 11 IIN I I I ll.IIII .1III 1 nistul"'1.1llini1 I 1111(1( ) 11IIIU JIIIIII il| il p llrl
111111 1 l1 "ll ll M illi 1




































fill
R BT

Y''.



OI), :,.T,.
.... V .",





.' .1










FLOWERS IRDSANI)PLEAANT ACES












FLOWERS, BIRDS, AND PLEASANT FACES.

Isn't this a pretty picture ? Now think for a moment why you
like it.
Blossom says she likes it "'cause there's flowers." And Dick
says: "I like it because there is a bird. That makes me think of
our dear Chris and his lovely song."
"I think the girl has such a pleasant, sweet face," says Robbie.
Now you have given the three reasons why the picture pleases
you. It has three things in it that ought to be in every house:
flowers and a bird, and a pleasant, sunny face.
But how can you have flowers in winter ?" some little fellow asks.
Very easily, if you begin to think about the winter in the middle
of the summer. God seems to teach us over and over again that we
must be thinking ahead-getting ready. Here on earth we are to get
ready for heaven. So, in summer, we must get ready for winter.
How ? do you say ? I'll tell you.
In July you get any friends of yours who have some good big
geraniums to break you off a little branch. Put a whole lot of these
little branches in a soup plate which you have filled with sand. Now
keep the sand very, very wet for about three weeks, and then your
branches, or slips, will have rooted and you must put them each in a
small flower pot. Be sure to put one or two small stones in the pot
first, and then put in nice earth. Keep these anywhere you choose
till the cold weather. If you have a garden, sink them right in the
earth; but be sure you keep the earth moist enough. Then in Sep-
tember bring your pots in the house, and if you want a box of flowers
put all the pots in the box and fill all the spaces with good earth.
At each end of the window box put a Madeira vine root and some
bits of Creeping Charley between the pots.
Then I hope you will have a bird to hang between the vines, and
be sure to have a pleasant, sunny face. Perhaps your geraniums will
droop a little; then you know there is something wrong. Either you
have forgotten to water them or they are too wet. And so, if your
face grows cross or sullen, there is something wrong. I can't tell you
just what is wrong, but you are God's flower, and if you ask Him He
will see what is wrong and help you put it right.












VACATION TRIALS.
JOHNIE'S STORY.

I WANTED to be good. I wanted to have lots of fun.
When I got up in the morning I said, "Here's another long day,
and no school." I did n't have to hurry up. Mamma let me take
as long as I liked to eat my breakfast.
After breakfast was the worst. We wanted to do the biggest lot
of things you ever knew, but we could n't.





4 "02,




I -









We began to play store. That was fun for a little while. Then
Susan scolded because we took her new pie-pans for our angle-
worms. We sold the worms ten for a cent for the boys to fish with.
When we were tired of the store, we had to put things all back
in their places.
We wanted a circus. We made a good one with our cat Mopsy








VACATION TRIALS.

for a tiger. Six boys gave us five pins each to see it. They found
the pins in their mothers' cushions.
Edgar Lane's mother bought a ticket. We made tickets out of
pretty colored paper.
~ I lost mother's best scissors
'' somehow. It took all the
-\< 'money in my bank to pay for
J them.
When we were having some
jolly fun Susan called out, "You
bad, wicked children, you've
J got your ma's best shawl for a













We did n't know it was her best
shawl. It did n't look nice. Papa < r
said it was camel's hair. We never '


We went in the garden and camped
out. We played the trees were high mountains. I was on the Alps.
My sister in the grammar school told me about the Alps.
Edgar was in the same tree on another limb.
He called his "The Catskills." He went to those mountains
once. We had a splendid time. Pretty soon Grandpa came out


1









VA CATION TRIALS.

and said, "Here, you young rascals, come down, you will shake off
all my nice fruit!"
There don't seem to be any place for boys.
I told Susan so, and she said boys were always in the way.
If we could only leave things around it would be better.
It spoils vacation when some one keeps saying, Don't do that!"
or, "0, dear, those boys!"
Edgar says clothes are hateful things. His mother wants him to
look pretty. He wants to
/roll on the grass, but he
can't. My mother lets me.
I' have some overalls and
stout shoes, and I roll.
My papa says boys have
,,/ to climb and roll and keep
busy if they want to grow
strong.
When we got tired of our
-.l.- ; mountains we went fishing.
I tumbled in and spoiled my
'_"-S -- straw hat. It was not deep,
only the mud.
Vacations would be nice if it was n't for the big folks. They want
you to do as they do.
My papa and mamma don't, but grandma and aunties and my
big cousins do. They make you feel prickly all over telling you
about proper things.
I tell you it's real hard to feel full of fun and not let it out. It's
hard to be a boy in vacation unless you can go off in the country
or down by the sea.
KATE TANNATT WOODS.




Ilk
.? ,

..-/s








JOHNNIE AND THE GOPHER.




JOHNNIE AND THE GOPHER.

THE common gopher is a fine little fellow about the size of our-
striped squirrel, and is found at the West. He is full of mischief,
and steals the farmer's corn. Some of these pests are destroyed by
the hen-hawk, which is fond of gopher-meat. The smart boys of
the West catch many of them.
This is the way that Johnnie caught one a short time ago. He















saw an active young one on the prairie, and was ready for a chase..
He ran, and so did the gopher, which was in a hurry to get home.
Johnnie gained on him and was near him, when the gopher stopped.
He turned around, sat up straight, folded his paws as a boy does.
his arms, and looked at Johnnie. He seemed to say, as well as he
could, Now, my boy, I am ready for you, if you choose to risk
my teeth."
Just as Johnnie stopped to take his prize by the nape of the neck,.
Gopher was missing. He 'had stopped just on the edge of his hole.
He went down to see about his dinner, or because he felt like
doing so.









JOHNNIE AND THE GOPHER.

Johnnie knew he would come up again to see how he liked being
fooled in that way. He was soon ready to receive him. He made
a slip-noose with a string, placed it over the hole, and waited.
Gopher soon peeped slyly out, and looked around to see the boy
who liked to chase a gopher. But before he knew of the trick,
Johnnie pulled the string. Gopher was caught, and was dangling at
the end of it. It was Johnnie's turn then to laugh at him for his
folly in coming out of his house.
When Johnnie had no string in his pocket, he filled Gopher's
house with water by pouring it in at the hole-door. Then the
gopher ran out in great haste to see where all of the rain came
from. His eyes blinked, and his hair was as smooth as if it had
been just brushed. He found Johnnie waiting for him, and ready to
carry him home to that naughty pup. Gopher must not think
Johnnie a foolish boy, or be too sure he is safe in his burrow.
DR. J. H. HANAFORD.










ROLY POLY.

ROLY POLY: is n't he fat!
Plump as a pear, yes, more than that.
Pudding was his hourly cry,
Pudding was his bosom's sigh.

Roly Poly broadened soon,
Rounded like a small balloon,
Buttons flew off in a shower,
Pudding has such magic power.









ROLY POLY.











I -




























Roly Poly ceased to talk, Roly Poly up the stair
No ambition had to walk; Now is rolled with special care.
Stop his pudding, he felt hurt, This, no doubt, 's the reason
Though he'd more than his solely
desert. Why they call him Roly Poly!
GEORGE COOPER.
.' -.'-..













THREE HAPPY CHILDREN.


























What. fun th e c.il]d ren ar, having
and h t t f dasis 1 butt- -
ti 1.1 1-4111 C I





u --th e!

t _iiS t-It -i u f1 --u ll 1- ill




the b!vt -ef it is they are kind mjJ
..1 W t fun "t1 her. The t"-(d r eharvnet.
to-tel. r a iters- itt, the little
onI. II, MaY. two N:ars oldler. Then









THREE HAPPY CHILDREN

Francie, as they call Frances Hall, lives round the corner and comes
over almost every day to stay with "the Cuthbert children."
They love to be out in the warm sun, but do you think they fret if
it rains ? Not a bit of it! They all scamper off to the big barn, and
oh, what fun they have !
But much as they love to be out of doors and in the big barn,
these little girls can give it all up if they must. Dear little Kitty
fell down two months ago and sprained her ankle, and for three
whole weeks Mary and Francie took turns in staying with her, so
that the dear little girl was never lonesome. Then they both stayed
in together and made up all sorts of games and plays that a poor
little thing with a sore ankle" could play.
The best play was when Francie brought over a big box-so big
that her papa's man Joe had to bring it. Kitty couldn't think what
could be in that box! "It's for us three," said Francie. "My papa
buyed it yesterday; and mamma says it'll help us to be little
womans.
What do you think it was? Why, a real little cooking-stove.
Joe fixed a pipe so that it could be put through the window, and
then he lighted the fire in the stove and Mary ran down and asked
mamma for two eggs, and a quart of milk, and sugar, and-
"Oh, so the stove has come," said mamma, who knew all about it.
Then she took a lot of nice things up to Kitty's room and showed
the little girls how to cook a nice lunch for Kitty. And when Kitty
wanted to stir the cake or roll the biscuit, though Mary and Francie
wanted ever so much to do it themselves, they waited for Kitty to
have her turn. So they were all happy together.
Now that Kitty is well, the stove is put away till next winter.
But at the Christmas holidays Francie says they are to have a grand
doll's party at her house, and all the supper is to be cooked on the
dear little stove.













































1,1

P il1 1 111.111L
py,



BESSIES BABY












BESSIE'S BABY.

Do you think that lady is the baby's mother ? Oh, no, she is her
sister. Is not that queer? Let me tell you about Bessie and her baby.
Bessie is a clergyman's daughter and had two brothers; one older
than herself and the other five years younger. When she was a little
girl she used to wish, oh, so much, that she had a little sister, and
when she was a big girl of fourteen she wished again and again that
she had a sister to go to school with her, and study and practice with
her. But after a while, when she was nearly twenty years old, she
tried not to wish for a sister any more. "I can't have one, so I may
as well get along without any," she said. Bessie went to a college
and studied very hard indeed, for it was her last year, and then she
was to go home and help keep house.
But now when she had stopped wishing, God gave her the very
thing she wanted Just two days after Bessie came home from col-
lege papa said:
Bessie, your mother has a present for you," and when Bessie went
to her mother's room there lay a dear little baby-girl by mamma's
side.
They called her Abby, but she was Bessie's Baby" from the first.
Bessie rocked her and fed her and made her little dresses. And oh,
what happy times the two had together! Abby could walk by the
next summer and every day they went out in the big meadow behind
the house just where you see them in the picture. Gyp, the little
dog, would go, too, and bark and run about, while Bessie's Baby
would crow and laugh and call, Betty! Betty pitty! pitty! "
"You are the pretty thing, my darling," Bessie would say: "now
pick a flower for sister," and Baby would toddle off and pick a daisy
or dandelion "for Betty." "Now one for mamma," and Baby would
stand still and look all about as much as to say: "We must get a
very pretty one for her," and then toddle off and find a bit of golden-
rod or larkspur, or something bigger than what she had picked for
"Betty."
Isn't she a darling ? And don't you hope Bessie will help her to
grow up a good little girl? She must be careful not to spoil her, or
let her whine and be selfish.













FLAXIE STAYS TO TEA.

FLAXIE FRIZZLE had so many grandmothers she did n't know what
to do. There were five of them, and they were always wanting her
to come visiting.
One summer she went with her mamma to see Grandma Pressy;
and of course the baby had to go too, though Flaxie was rather
ashamed of him. She loved him dearly, and he was the beauti-
fullest baby," and could stand on his head "just as cunning"; but,
O dear! he was thirteen months old, and not a sign of a tooth!
Wasn't it awful?
Well, Grandma Pressy lived in a great white house by the river,
and wore a white cap with white ribbons; and Grandpa had two
cows and a boy, and a dog and some hens. And there was an aunt
in the house, called Aunt Hester, who hoed in the garden, and wore
spectacles, and wrote books, and was always putting out words for
Flaxie to spell.
Then there was a red school-house away off in the sand, not far
enough, though, for you to carry your dinner, -and Flaxie went
there to school a few weeks, just while they were waiting for the
baby to cut a tooth.
The first day she came home very, very dirty, after the dinner
was quite cold, and Aunt Hester wondered if such a child ought
to have any pudding."
0 mamma," said Flaxie, shaking her flying hair, "I saw a
little girl up on that hill, and says I, 'What's your name?' and
says she, 'Mabel C. Palmer.' And I thought you'd want me to go
up and play with her, and I did."
This was the first that mamma had ever heard of Mabel C.
Palmer"; but she was Flaxie's dearest friend all in a minute, and
came every day, after this, to play dolls with her under the trees.
She was such a dear, sweet, good little girl that she was actually
willing to take half Flaxie's medicine for her, even when it tasted
very bad, too, though mamma never knew about this. Flaxie










FLAXIE STAYS TO TEA.

loved her for a great many reasons; but most of all for swallowing
rhubarb without making a face.
But you can't be quite happy in this world; and Mabel's baby
sister, only nine months old, had four whole teeth, and I won't say





























0 this was n't a trial to Flaxie. Poh! but they 're eeny-teeny things,"
said she; Phil's will be lots and lots bigger when he gets 'em! "
Mabel came up to the fence one day, where Flaxie stood, smelling
a pink.
"How d'ye do?" said she.
I do as I please, 'cause Aunt Hester's gone," replied little Flaxie,


this was n't a trial to Flaxie. "Poh but they're eeny-teeny things,"
said she; "IPhil's will be lots and lots bigger -when he gets 'em "
Mabel came up to the fence one day, where Flaxie stood, smelling
a pink.
How d'ye do ?" said she.
I do as I please, 'cause Aunt IHester's gone," replied little Flaxie, i










FLAXIE STAYS TO TEA.

with a saucy twinkle in her eye. She was really very bold and
naughty sometimes, and you will have to know it; so I may as well
tell you beforehand.
And my mamma's gone, too," said Flaxie.
"Then why can't you come up to my house and see me ?"
Flaxie knew why. It was because she ought to take care of the
baby. But she asked her grandma all the same, and grandma never
could say "No" when
; 'little folks teased; so she
told Flaxie she might go
\ and stay till half-past four,
no longer.
Nothing was said about
,- supper; but the children
.. thought there would be
..- time enough for that, and
breakfast too, almost, it
S" seemed so very long till
half past four. Very
well," said Mabel's mam-
ma, when they went into
her bedroom down stairs,
where she was holding the
baby; you may both
run out to play, and when
it is time to call you in, I '11 ring a bell."
It was very pleasant running about the garden and orchard, and
raking little wisps of hay after the men in the field. Only some-
how, way, down in her heart, Flaxie knew she was n't doing quite
right.
I never saw such a splendid visit," said she, as Mr. Palmer kindly
let them feed the pigs.
"I 'spose it's most supper-time, and that's why they're so hun-
gry," she added, gazing into the pen. "I like little pigs; but don't
they have the awfullest-looking smell ? Why, what's that?"
It was 0 dear! it was the bell; and there was Mrs. Palmer









FLAXIE STAYS TO TEA.

at the back door, ringing it. Grown folks are always thinking what
time it is; they never forget !
Sorry you can't stay to tea, Miss Flaxie," said Mrs. Palmer,
politely.
O, I guess I can; I 'll go ask grandma," replied the little girl,
dashing off down the hill, followed by Mabel.
0, gramma, they want me to stay orfly!" she cried, out of
breath before they got to the
house.
"Well, stay another hour,
1 ib then," said the dear grandma,
though her arms ached, and
the baby was cross, and
Flaxie might have been such
II I a help.
So Flaxie went back and
S stayed "one little more hour";
S and then it wasn't tea-time.
S She could see the pretty pink
Sand white dishes on the
Si, I i dining-room table, and smell
( 4 H gingerbread baking in the
oven, and she felt very
hungry; but just as Mrs.
Palmer was opening a can of
Si preserves, who should come
but grandpa's boy, Johnny,
to say it was half-past five,
and Flaxie was wanted.
So you can't stay to tea,
after all," said Mrs. Palmer,
putting a small covered dish
on the table. What could there be in it ?
Flaxie dropped her head and blushed. "0, yes'm, I can stay.
I've sent Johnny home, and locked the door too "
Mrs. Palmer could not help smiling into the oven as she watched










FLAXIE STA YS TO TEA.

the gingerbread, thinking all the while that Miss Frizzle was a very
queer child.
It did seem as if that gingerbread never would bake. A cloud
came up, the wind blew, the baby cried so Mabel couldn't play;
and the kitten flew round in a fit.
Nothing seemed as nice as it did an hour ago; and when supper
was ready, that gingerbread was burnt, and, as true as you live, the
preserves were sour. There was n't anything in the little covered
dish but cheese, which Flaxie did not like; and she wished she
had n't stayed to tea, for it was a very poor tea indeed.
It began to rain just as hard as it could pour, and grandpa came
for her in the chaise, -his back so lame too When she got home,
there was mamma looking grieved and surprised, and there was
Mrs. Prim, who had come and found out about Flaxie's actions, and
brought her a new doll she did n't deserve.
Baby has cut a tooth, too," said Aunt Hester; "but he's asleep,
and you can't see it to-night."
This was the last drop.
"I feel as if my heart was breaking," sobbed Flaxie, tottering
up stairs behind her mother. "I don't care if Baby Palmer has got
fo-ur teeth; they're very small."
I'm afraid you did n't have a good time, dear."
No 'm; Baby Palmer's so squirmy and wigglesome But they
wanted me to stay orfly "
And, 0 mamma! burst forth Flaxie, "if you '11 forgive me, I'11
never stay anywhere to tea any more as long as I live !"
We'll talk about it to-morrow," said Mrs. Gray.
And then she put poor little Flaxie to bed.
SOPHIE MAY.






t- ^












KITTY'S ROBIN.

KITTY lived in the country. It was spring, and all the apple-
trees were full of blossoms.
Kitty's room was in the second story of her father's farm-house.
At the corner of the house was a great apple-tree. The branches
were so near her window that she could pick off the blossoms.
But she did not pick them off.
From almost every blossom a red
apple would grow, and be ripe in
September. Kitty wanted to see
the red apples at the window; so
she did not pick off the blossoms.
In this great apple-tree was a
robin's nest. She could see it;
but she could not reach it with
her hands. There were four eggs
in the nest. Kitty wanted to see
the little birds when they came; -
so she did not try to get the eggs. -
She put crumbs of bread on the -
window-stool, and Mother Robin came t, pic k thl m ,n
up. She used to sit at the window, and chi 1,;an sing -
every morning till Kitty brought her hreak th..t.
When the four little birds were all JIatihel. Kitty .
still gave food to their mother. She did not eat it
all herself, but carried most of it to her little ones. Kitty could see
them open their mouths when Mother Robin came with something
for them to eat.
The old bird worked hard, and the young ones grew fast. In the
summer they were big enough to fly, and get their own food. Then
Kitty lost her dear little neighbors. But the red apples came to
take their places. Kitty picked them from the tree, and ate them
at the window.
Kitty hopes the old birds will live in the same nest next year,
and let her help take'care of the little ones. MARY BLOOM.





































.... .,, .. .,: .: 5 , ; ,
F IT







,,,,.,..,.. .. .

-"it MM N ,

SN '

=t~ r~ 'Ifi








+,~~~~~~~ ,.,xi, + +'.+ ,
:5.,T, , .. " + ..,, .









GO AI0
A GOO TIME









A GOOD TIME.

"Oh dear," sighed Florence, I don't believe June will ever
come !"
"I think mamma might go to Rosehill in May," said her sister
Agnes, "papa's willing."
"And leave papa all alone!" exclaimed Florence. "Well, I'm
glad she won't, much as I want to go. But now let us talk about
what we'll do when we do go."
This was always the favorite amusement with the two girls as
soon as it was warm weather and the summer air and budding flowers
made them think of their lovely summer home, Rosehill.
"We'll get there pretty late in the afternoon, so all we can do that
day is to run over to the farm house and see Peter and his wife."
"Yes, but there'll be the baby to see this year Such a cunning
baby, nurse says. And oh, Florence, let's pack our things that we've
saved for the baby in the top of one of the trunks, so's we can get
at them and take 'em right over."
"That won't be any use," said Agnes, who was the eldest. "Mamma
never lets us unpack till the next day. But we'll just run over and
see the baby and then see if Moolie has a calf, and if there are any
Bantams this year. and--"
"And the ducks," put in Florence eagerly. "I do hope Peter will
have lots of little downy ducks this year. And then the next
morning, Agnes, we'll see May and Lucy."
"Very, very early," said Agnes, "I don't mean to wait for break-
fast."
"Neither do I; and we'll get nurse to pack us a basket of good
things and then we'll spend the whole day with them."
I wonder if they've kept our playhouse under the big tree ?"
"You may be sure May has," said Florence. "And we'll pick
flowers-oh, such heaps of them. Oh, I can almost smell them,
and I seem to feel the sun so hot upon us !-and then we'll run under
the big trees--"
"And eat our lunch," put in Agnes, who was fond of good eating.
"And this will be every day all through June and July and August."
"And perhaps September Papa said he would try to stay !"
And here, in the picture, you see what a good time they really
had through all the summer.


















TWO NAUGHTY CHICKIES.
ONE pretty summer day These chickies slyly stole
Two chickies ran away Right through a little hole
From an old mamma hen In a fence made to guard
Shut in a chicken-pen. The mansion's grassy yard.

"Cluck! cluck!" called mamma dear;
Her peepies would not hear;
They kept on running still
Up to a little hill.










Just there they found a bug, Dreadful to tell, alas!
And, with tug after tug, A cat sneaked through the grass,
One this and one that way, And, springing very quick,
Both tried to get the prey. She caught and ate each chick.

As naughty chickies did,
When your mammas forbid,
Children, don't run away-
'Tis bad to disobey.
UNCLE LEE.














WHAT LITTLE BEN WOULD RATHER BE.

LITTLE Ben felt very
-- -_ cross one morning. He
Should not speak a pleas-
ant word to anybody.
... i He cried because Grand-
ma would not let him go
out and play in the wet
.. snow. His mamma was
-,, away from home, and
Grandma did not want
him to take cold while
she was gone.
Ben sat by the window and pouted. He
looked out and saw the birds hopping about over
the snow and picking up crumbs. He saw the
butcher's big dog tumbling through a deep drift,
and he heard the sleighbells jingling. Everything
seemed bright and merry out of doors. At last he said, I don't
think that boys have any good times at all. I should rather be a
dog than to be a boy. I should rather be a bird, too. Then I
could play in the snow as much as I wanted to."
I am sorry to hear my little Ben talk in such a foolish way,"
said Grandma. "I don't think that dogs or birds have one half the
good times that boys do."
I think they have better times," said Ben; and he kept on pout-
ing and looking out of the window.
I know a little boy who went to the circus with his Grandpa
and had a very nice time," added Grandma. He saw the horses,
ponies, and elephants, and rode home in the big omnibus. He had
enough to talk about for a whole week. I never knew any dogs or
birds that went to a circus with their grandpas."








WHAT LITTLE BEN WOULD RATHER BE.

Ben began to remember the nice time -lie
spoke of, but he did not say a word; so Grand-
ma went on: "I know a little boy who is i:,
happy when the Fourth of July comes that ,he
gets up before daylight
to beat his drum and
fire his crackers. I don't -
believe that dogs know I- -
anything about the --'
Fourth of July." .
"I don't believe they :
do, either, Grandma,"
said Ben; and he could
not help smiling.
And that same little
boy hung up his stock-
ing last Christmas,"
said Grandma, "and,
0, what pretty presents
he had in it! And '
what pretty presents he had that were too large to be put into a
stocking! I don't think that Santa Claus ever brings presents to
dogs and birds."
Little Ben could not be cross any longer, and
he laughed aloud. Why, I'm
that boy, Grandma," he said;
f, ',-'" and I do have lots of good
^', r- times."
'" That's just what I thought," said Grandma.
"I know you must have forgotten about some
of the things that children enjoy so much;"
Sand she laughed, too, at the sight of his funny
face.
"I know I was foolish to say what I did,"
said he; "but I feel better now."









WALLY WINS THE RA CE.











Little Ben was happy all the rest of the day, and helped Grandma
as much as he could. He was very glad when her spool dropped
again so that he could pick it up for her. And the next morning he
went out and had a fine sleighride with Grandpa.
M. E. N. H.


WALLY WINS THE RACE.

GEE up! Gee whoa !
How fast we go, -
I and my pretty prancer!
Up hill and down
To Boston town !
Come, beat us if you can,
Ssir !

Away, away !
We must not stay;
Gee up! my pretty
pacer!
We skim we fly!
Ah, ha! good by!
I think we've won the
race, sir !
MOTHER CAREY.

-' .











HOW TO ENJOY YOURSELF.

How many children will there be, Mamma ?"
"Ten, beside yourself, Marion."
"Mamma, I'd rather stay with you."
Mrs. Manson took her little daughter in her lap, for Marion, though
ten years old, was small; and then, being the only child, was much
petted, and said: "I know you would rather stay with me, but my
little girl must do what is right, not what she 'would rather.'"
"But, Mamma, I'll feel so strange And there are boys !"
Only two boys; and it is high time you should know every one
of your cousins. Arthur, I am told, is a very polite, good boy, while
Jim is younger than you, and will probably have very little to do
with you."
They talked together till the room grew dark, and Papa, coming
home from business, asked why they did not light the gas. Marion
began to think she might enjoy herself a little, and resolved that she
would try her best to make some one else happy, as Mamma said
that would be the best cure for her shyness.
Grandma and Grandpa Manson had just bought a beautiful place
in the country, and they had invited all the eleven grandchildren
to come and spend the month of June with them. Well, I sup-
pose you wonder how Marion got along. To tell the truth the poor
little girl was very homesick. She took a book and sat in a corner
and would not run about in the beautiful grove with her cousins.
But by and by Arthur came in and said:
"Oh dear! Nellie and Florence keep me turning the rope the
whole time."
"Couldn't I do it?" asked Marion.
"If you wouldn't mind! I'll turn awhile for you to jump, and
then if you'll turn, Grandma's coachman has asked me to go fishing."
So, to please Arthur, Marion went out, jumped a little herself, and
then took his end of the rope. And, having begun trying to please,
she found it pleasant to keep on. She helped the little ones make
mud pies; she found May's shuttlecock among the bushes. She
told the children a story Mamma told her, and, in short, she began
to enjoy herself thoroughly. Do you see why ?















































































HOW TO ENJOY YOURSELF.









FLOATING OUT.

Were you ever down by the sea-shore ? I hope so, for I think it
just the nicest place in the world for children. That is, if they mind.
Susy and Jack go to the sea-shore every summer, and they begin
to talk about it as soon as they put on their summer clothing and to
plan what nice times they mean to have. But last summer they had
one awful time, and it all came about because Jack did not mind.
Never get in a boat unless Peter or mamma or I am with you,"
papa had said. Peter was an old sailor that often took the children
out in the bay. "You may play all day long in the sand, but don't
step on a boat."
But one day Jack found a boat with a pair of oars in it. You know
people almost always carry the oars away to the house; but the oars
had been left in the boat.
Oh, Susy, you sit in the end of this boat and I'll make it go a
little ways," said Jack.
"But we mustn't," said Susy.
Oh, papa said we mustn't 'cause there never are oars in; but it's
all right when there are oars in the boat," said Jack.
Susy thought Jack knew best; so she took her rag baby out of
the sand cradle which she had made for it and stepped into the boat.
Then Jack picked up the oars and shoved first one side and then
the other. Oh, what fun it was! How the boat rocked!
"The boat's tied," thought Jack, "so we can just go as far as the
rope will let us," and he shoved and shoved, till all of a sudden his
oar wouldn't touch bottom and he lost the oar! Then he saw that
they had floated way out from the shore !
Susy began to cry when she saw that the oar was overboard, and
Jack felt very much frightened. But he was a good boy though he
had disobeyed, and he tried to cheer little Susy.
"We are not far out, Susy," he said, and you pray to God to send
some one.
You pray, Jack," said Susy; and when Jack said he was too bad,
dear little Susy told him she knew God heard bad folks if they were
sorry," for David prayed when he had been bad.
So they both prayed, and Peter saw the boat float out and looked
very hard at it and saw the children. Then you may be sure they
were soon brought home.












































_A
























FL IN -- --T--

J. _T -- I.-_














Y



THE LOST DOLL.
WHY can't I take it, mamma said Louie.
"Because the doll does not belong to you. Besides, you have
one of your own."
But mine has a china head, and sister May's is wax, with truly
hair, and such booful eyes! Do, do, let me take it to the party.
Mamma, won't you, please ?"
No, darling, your own dollie is nice enough for any little girl."
O, dear sighed Louie; then she said no more.
Mamma had just read a note to Louie.
It was from one of her little mates, an invitation to a doll's
party on Saturday afternoon.
It was to this party that Louie wished to take her sister's doll.
The time soon came. Louie looked very pretty in her white
dress. Louie's doll wore white also, with ribbons of blue.
Mamma kissed her little daughter good-by. Louie did not smile,
but with dollie in her arms went out of the house in a very unhappy
state of mind.
She walked up the street some distance, then she stopped, turned
about, and came quickly back to her home. She opened the gate
softly, and entered the house, making no more noise than a wee
mouse.
Up stairs she crept, and into the front chamber, looking cautiously
about, as if afraid some one would see her.
She took something out of the bureau drawer. It was the won-
derful doll, with truly hair, and "booful" eyes.
0, how handsome she was in her silk gown !
"You're dressed for a party, and you shall go to one," said
naughty Louie, "and you must stay home in her place." So
saying, Louie put her own doll into the drawer, took May's waxen
beauty by the arm, and hurried away as silently as she came.










THE LOST DOLL.

There were many dolls at the party; but the little girls said,
"Louie, yours is the prettiest "
They did not know it was not her own.
But Louie could not feel happy, though she tried ever so hard.
The children had a fine time. When they had played a great
many games, the big brother of the little girl who gave the party
said he would take them to sail in his boat. The boat was on a
pond near the house.




















So eight little mammas, each with a doll baby clasped tight in
her arms, went out for a sail.
They sailed for some time, when suddenly the sky darkened,
and the rain fell fast. The big brother made all haste to land the
little party.
When Louie reached the shore she missed the beautiful doll.
"It must have fallen from my arms, when I picked the pretty
lilies," she said, crying bitterly.
It was too stormy to look for the doll that night; but when it was
found, floating on the water, all its beauty, alas, had gone forever.










SMALL SHOPPERS.

Poor May cried as if her heart would break when she saw her
spoiled doll. Louie's mamma did not allow her to go out to play
for a whole week. But
Louie said, "Staying





So-- ay -tmany months later
in is ad as the o
-.- ."- choke I had in my



S o throat when I took the
cdoll, mamma.
X-- On Christmas day,
many months later,
Bt woa. tMay had a gift of a
dollie very like the
one that was lost.
Pinned to its dress
was a paper, on which was printed in large letters, "May, from
Louie."
LOUISE L. BELL.



SMALL SHOPPERS.

So many things to buy! 0 dear, 0 dear!
Our two little shoppers are tired, I fear.
Miss Hopkins and young Mr. Tompkins, her cousin,
Have bought, and have bought, and have bought by the dozen
Such beautiful things, from a gingerbread cat
To a dear little, sweet little dolly's blue hat.
Such wee little shoppers were ne'er seen before,
As these little midgets, in any one's store.

But who was their banker ? Well, I must confess
That this is a question quite easy to guess.
Ah, who but dear grandpa, whose pockets, you know,
Are full of the pennies his darlings love so ?
For this is Miss Hopkins' birthday, and, you see,
A dear four-year-old woman is she;










SMALL SHOPPERS.

While young Mr. Tompkins politely agreed
To join his fair friend and attend to each need.



IU I
!i jl, | I ,i ,' -.,- / '11 '













-tT-










Now look at that bag! You can guess in a minute,
Without any peeping just what is within it, -
Cakes, candies, and picture-books, one wooden bird,
A small sheep which baas when his short tail is stirred;
A top, and a ball, and a sweet ginger-cake,
Two apples, one pear, and, for grandpa's dear sake,
A harmless cigar made of chocolate nice,
Which grandpa will smoke quite away in a trice.
M. D. BRINE.






















S, ------- .-------



S- -
f '. ', .' *i .






















-V :






r '








SELFISH OR UNSELFISH












SELFISH OR UNSELFISH.

Do you like to swing? Edna did-oh, so much! Yet, just now,
she is not quite happy 'way down in her heart; and I will tell
you why.
Edna has no brothers or sisters, and she is a great pet with her
father and mother. She has a little pony, and a big dog, and a cat
and a bird, and when she said: "I wish I had a swing," she had a
splendid one that very evening.
Now all this is very pleasant, but you see, as Edna lives in a
country house and has very few friends, she does not have much
chance to have to give up to other people and to think of pleasing
others. And, really, that is the pleasantest thing we can do when
we once learn how.
But one day Edna's cousin Annie came all the way from Chicago
to make Edna a visit. It was such a long way that Annie was to
stay for six months before she went home. At first the two little
girls were very happy together, for Edna had ridden so much on her
pony that she was quite willing Annie should ride him, and she had
read all her books, and so Annie did not trouble her at all by read-
ing them. But after a time Edna thought of having a swing, and,
as I told you, she had one that very day. Then both little girls
wanted to swing. But Edna would not get out.
"I want to swing," she said. "You can go somewhere else."
"Edna Strong, you're a selfish girl," said Annie, and then she
walked away and was soon quite happy playing with Bernard, the
great black dog.
But Edna was not happy, oh, no! She had never been told she
was selfish before, and it made her very angry. Yet, though she
felt angry, she knew it was the truth and there she sat, not swing-
ing any more, but just saying over and over: So, I'm a selfish girl,
so, I'm a selfish girl "
Pretty soon mamma came out and asked where Annie was, and
then Edna told her what had happened.
"I'm afraid you are selfish, little daughter," said dear mamma, "but
just give up every time, and think of Annie's pleasure and try to
make her happy and you will grow unselfish."












BABY CALLA.

BABY CALLA had been put into her little bed by the kind
gardener.
It was not a clean white bed with pretty hangings, in which she lay.
-- There were no great, fluffy pillows for her
',' golden head to nestle against.
i' The sheets that covered her were brown
and damp, and the place was very dark.
When the man made up the bed for the
little baby, he took great pains to have it
smooth and nice.
SHe patted it gently with his trowel, and
-" F'l left the blankets off all day, that the sun
might warm it.
S '-':'' Then he laid the little baby in very care-
,, fully, and covered her over with the brown
S blankets. He did not allow even the tip of
her nose to show above them.
Baby Calla did not want to be covered up.
'''' But the wise old gardener knew what was
best for such little tots, and packed her
snugly in.
S" 0, how very cruel to make me lie here
in this dark place !" cried the little one. "It
S -was bad enough, I am sure, in the box, but
I' this damp, musty bed is a thousand times
", more dreadful "
Then she lay quite still, thinking.
I wonder how long I am to stay here !"
i^ S she cried, after trying in vain to drop off to
sleep.
Then she tried to throw off the blankets, but they were so heavy
she could not lift them.
"0 dear dear! How very tiresome it is, to be sure! If









BABY CALLA.

I were only a little bigger, I would not be many minutes in getting
these dirty old bedquilts off my poor head. How I do wish that I
could grow!"
Just then a clear, soft light from a pretty
lantern lit up the place where she lay, and -
something cool touched her face. : i,-
Wait," said a queer little voice ce "
beside her, "wait, and you shall grow !" i.
"How do you know that? asked bably -_-
Calla, gazing in wonder at the handsome ,ll'
lamp which the stranger carried. -
0," was the reply, "I have
seen hundreds of nice -- ..
babies, just like you, .
put in the beds and ''' up.
S They always come up beautifully."
Si "How do they get 'out?" asked
'-- .. I1, by Calla.
S "Well, they grow- and grow
S-and grow, until they are quite large enough
and strong enough to throw off the
covers and look out. You will be very
beautiful by and by."
"My good friend, you seem to know
Everythingg" said baby Calla. Perhaps
.you will tell me your name."
"Indeed I will! It is Glow Worm."
That is a rather pretty name. Do
you always carry a lamp with you? "
S- "Yes, always. But it burns brightest
in damp places. Now I must be going. Good-by."
Some- times a small army of tiny creatures
would tramp past her, but it was too dark for
her to see them.
Once baby Calla tried to follow a huge beetle, but the heavy
covers settled back so quickly that she could not get on.









R_ U- A WA Y FL OSSIE.

But soon she found a new and strange feeling swelling within her
bosom. Then a voice which seemed to be the voice of God, said,
"Arise, my child, for it is morning "
And, as she lifted her head above the brown coverlet, lo! the
plain wrapper she had worn so long unclasped itself from about her
neck, and slipped off. She stood bathed in the beautiful sunlight,
robed in the finest green satin, with diamonds on her bosom.
And she grew, and grew, fairer and fairer,
taller and more stately, until the dear little
-glow-worm's light could no longer shine upon
Sher face.
ii Then the gardener came one day, and with
i his trowel lifted her and placed her in a lovely
vehicle of gold and silver. After this she was
i carried to the palace of the good little princess
Lightheart.
Here she was made much of; in fact, she
was the admiration of all who came to the palace.
And the dear little princess Lightheart called her Calla Lily.
MOTHER CAREY.



RUN-AWAY FLOSSIE.

I KNEW a little girl once, named Flossie. She ran away into the
woods to starve to death. She got very angry with her mother, and
rushed out of the house, dragging her hat by one string. She meant
never to return, but to go off into the woods and starve to death.
She thought how bad her mother would feel when she had n't
any little girl to hug and kiss, and Flossie was very glad of it.
She walked along in the dusty street, past all the houses in the
village. At length she came to a wood. The birds were singing,
and it looked cool and pleasant. She began picking the lovely
wild-flowers that grew near the edge, before going into the wood.
"0 dear!" she thought, when her little white apron was full of
Lady's Slippers, Jack-in-the-pulpits, Indian Pipes, and I don't know









BUN-AWAY FLOSSIE.

what all, 0 dear now if mamma only had n't been so naughty
to me this morning, I'd run right home and give them to her."
i


























10.t F l. i a n't qiuit- a r her

path leading through the wood to a saw-mill.
Back of the saw-mill was a house where lived two little girls she
knew. What better time than the present to make them a morning
call ? Then she forgot all about starving to death, and making her
mother feel bad. She found her little friends busy in the care of a
family of little kittens.
Now Flossie had never had a kitten of her own, and she gazed
upon the soft little creatures with real delight.
upon the soft little creatures with real delight.









NOTHING B UT LEA YES.

"If you'll stay, and help us make our play-house," said Lottie,
" you may have 'em all but one to carry home."
Really, truly mine ? cried Flossie; and she hoped they'd leave
the white one. It had eyes like a rabbit, and it nestled up close to
her as she took it in her arms.
The play-house was begun at once, Flossie helping to put up tiny
shelves for the tea-sets, and placing dollies' things. But every once
in a while she stopped to take a peep at the kittens, feeling so happy
to think that they were to be all her own.
She stayed to dinner with her little friends, and had a good time.
In the afternoon she grew tired, and began to think of home. Then
she took the three little kittens in her apron, the pretty white one
sitting up in the middle, and ran as fast as she could towards home.
She had n't gone far when she met her papa coming in search of
her. He looked so tired and anxious that Flossie could have cried
to think what a naughty girl she had been.
He took hold of her arm without saying a word, and hurried her
along to her mother, who had passed a very unhappy day, not
knowing but that her little daughter was lost.
0 mamma," she cried, I'11 never do so again; and she kissed
her mother's hand, and threw her arms around her neck. She was
so sorry that they forgave her. But she never saw the dear little
kittens after that night. They were taken from her to make her feel
that it is wrong to make anybody unhappy. And I am glad to say
that Flossie never again went into the woods to starve to death.
ELIZABETH A. DAVIS.


NOTHING BUT LEAVES.

IN the middle of winter there came a thaw. The ice began to
move down the river, and the sleighing was all gone. There was n't
enough snow left for a ball, and the boys hung up their skates with
a sigh. One or two robins came out of the woods to look for
crumbs.
Spring has come, I am sure," said the little peach-tree; now I
shall begin to blossom."









NOTHING BUT LEA VES.

"Begin to blossom, indeed!" cried her old neighbor, who had
lived so many winters that she knew all their tricks and their ways."


































do 't fro let i ta."
-hall e plan., -I-ty of


ftrost yet."
"I don't believe a word of it," replied the younger peach-tree.
"You can't fool me. Don't you see that my buds are swelling?










NO THING B UT LEA VES.

You had better hurry, or folks will think you're dead, and cut you
down."
Hoity-toity shall the egg teach the chicken ? Blossom, if you
will; but by and by, when the orchard is all blushing with flowers,
and only you have none, remember I warned you."
I know you don't want me to bloom at all. You want to keep
all the pretty things for yourself. There was a robin in the orchard
this morning. He whistled, 'Spring is here is here.' I believe
him."
"And I heard a crow flying from the north, saying there was a.
cold wave coming."
Let me know when it comes."
"You'll find it out, when it kills all your buds."
But the young peach-tree only waved her branches, and soon her
buds began to swell. What sweetness would drop from her boughs !
What birds would build nests among them !
One cold night the sap seemed to freeze in her veins. The buds
shrank on the stems. In the morning boys were skating on the
river. Ice-boats were beating to and fro, and sleigh-bells tinkled a,
merry tune. The young peach-tree heard a neighbor saying, Did
you see that last night's frost killed all the buds on the little peach-
tree "
I told her it would," was the answer.
Well, the spring really came at last. The air rustled with birds.
The tree-toad sang every evening for dear life. The little housatonias
came up and opened their wondering eyes. Bees began to look
about them, hornets flew by with tiny bundles of wood to build
their nests, the grass crept out of prison, and the peach orchard
was a cloud of rosy blossoms.
How beautiful we are!" said the little peach-tree, proudly; "how
the pines and the birches, in their plain gowns, must envy us !"
You chose to bloom in January, you remember," said her friend,
" and the frost killed your buds. The old red-cedars are as gay as
you are."
By and by the rosy blossoms had all fallen.
I am as fine as the finest of you, now," cried the unhappy peach-
tree.









THE CHIPMONK.

"Wait and see," the other said to her. And soon there were
great blushing peaches on every bough but her own. The children
came and picked up the windfalls.
Nothing but leaves," she sighed, nothing but leaves."
MARY N. PRESCOTT.



THE CHIPMONK.

WHEN Nell came home from school one day, she found her
favorite kitten with a little chipmonk in her mouth. It was the
chipmonk which had lived in the hollow tree in the garden. He
had paid fly- ing visits to
the piazza all summer, and
was almost as well known
as the kitten herself. It
was plain that puss had mis-
taken him for a mouse. Nell
gave chase across the
garden, in among the
tangle of rose- bushes,where
the kitten fled with her
booty. She found it hard
to follow, though she
could see the bright eyes
of the chip- monk. They
were full of pain and
pleading, as if he begged
pleading, as .his side.
her to take , his side.
At last Puss was caught
and shaken till she drop-
ped the chip- monk. He
could only limp away
and hide himself.
Nell hoped his friends would take care of him. But at night the
poor, hurt fellow hobbled towards the piazza, and seemed to want









WWEEZY'S PICKLE.

comfort. He was too feeble to keep himself from the cat's paw, if
she had come near.
Nell made a little house for him in the garden of a small box.
She raised it upon four stones at the four corners, so as to give him
air. She slipped water and chestnuts underneath for his supper.
A good doctor came to the house and looked at his wounds. He
said the chipmonk could get well, with care.
I wish I could tell you that, thanks to Nell, he was able to leave
his hospital at last, ard be still a resident of the old hollow tree.
But somebody, passing through the garden after dark, overturned
the box. When Nell went to feed her squirrel in the morning, she
found nothing but some empty nutshells, and puss washing her face
close by.
M. N. P.


WEEZY'S PICKLE.

"WEEZY naughty, Hebe, defful naughty," cried little Louise,
scrambling up the porch steps, clinging to mamma's finger.
"Why! Why! What did Weezy do?" said Phebe, skipping down
to meet her.
"Yun away. Make poor mamma ky! answered Weezy, drawing
in her lips.
But she won't run away any more," said Mamma Haynes, kissing
the pretty lips back again. There, Phebe, you can amuse Weezy
in the sitting-room, but you must n't go into the dining-room. Now,
remember; I want that kept tidy, because the minister is coming to
dinner."
Yes, 'm," said the little nurse-girl, rather crossly. "If the minis-
ter is coming they'll have out the new china and all the fine silver,"
she was thinking to herself, "and it's real mean not to let me see
the table !"
Of course she was very silly, but Phebe Redlan dearly loved
pretty things, and there were so few in her poor little home!
As she built block houses for Weezy it set her nearly wild to hear
the rattling of the dinner service, and by and by, after Bridget had









WEEZY'S PICKLE.

gone into the kitchen to see about the pudding, she opened the din-
ing-room door-just the least crack, you know--and peeped in.
Weezy always did what Phebe did, so she peeped too.
"Weezy mustn't go in," said Phebe, with a longing look at the
silver fruit-stand on the side-board.
"Yes, Weezy must!" cried little Louise, who had n't thought of
going in till Phebe spoke, as the crafty nurse-girl very well knew.














7 -- _





Weezy must go!" repeated she, stamping her small foot.
Well, then, hush!" whispered Phebe, lifting her over the
threshold.
Mrs. Haynes does n't want her to cry while she is getting the
baby to sleep, now does she ? reasoned she. I can say I had to
come in to keep Weezy quiet."
But, dear me Phebe did n't have a good time in the dining-room,
after all! When she stopped to look at the gold-lined ladle, Weezy
nearly tipped over the oranges. And she had hardly set the basket in
place before Weezy was in the closet, dipping her fingers into the









WEEZY'S PICKLE.
pickle-jar. And worse than that, while she was pushing the jar
back the little witch ran away with the best silver teapot, and
would n't give it up.
Phebe was. ready to cry. She did not dare to snatch it, for
she might injure it; besides, Weezy would scream, and that would















I4











bring her mamma. Hark The crib had ceased to rock The baby
must be asleep; and Mrs. Haynes would come right down, and find
them in the dining-room; and she would know Weezy couldn't
have opened the door without help. Oh! Oh!









WEEZY'S PICKLE.

Really I can't say what Phebe would have done if the minister
had not walked up the path just then! At sight of him Weezy
dropped the teapot, crying, -
The doody man, Weezy must tee the doody man !" And Phebe
whisked the teapot upon the waiter, and let Weezy through the long
window while he was mounting the steps. She closed the window
and opened the front door in the time that he was saying, How do
you do, my little lamb ? and they all three went into the hall
together as Mamma Haynes came down stairs.
"Did n't I do that well? thought breathless little Phebe, hurry-
ing Weezy back to the blocks. Mrs. Haynes never will suspect
where we've been "
Sly, foolish Phebe A strange thing happened at dinner, and she
saw the whole from the sitting-room where she was waiting with the
baby.
After grace had been said Mamma Haynes lifted the teapot, and
lo she could n't pour the tea. Then she tipped the spout lower and
lower, and suddenly something guess what ? flew out of it and
bounced into the minister's plate! What, indeed, but a wee, wee
cucumber pickle !
Mamma was too mortified to speak, but Weezy clapped her hands,
crying, -
Weezy's topper, mamma. Weezy put it in all nice."
I suppose the funny stopper' must be a present to me," laughed
the minister while Bridget changed his plate.
And Weezy must have tucked it into the nose of the teapot
since breakfast," said mamma. But I charged Phebe to keep her
out of the dining-room, and I thought I could trust the child."
I hope you can henceforth. Little girls should always obey,"
said the minister, gravely, and he looked through the doorway
straight at Phebe.
Do you wonder she blushed, and hung her head ?
PENN SHIRLEY.








A MAMMA THAT STEPS.

"Poor little dears! A step-mother is a bad thing!"
"And then the new wife has a daughter of her own, they say."
Nurse and cook were chatting together, never thinking that little
Flo and Daisy understood a word of their talk. But Flo, who had
been talking for weeks about the "sweet new mamma," listened
with careful ears, and then taking Daisy by the hand went out to
the summer-house.
"That new mamma isn't going to be nice a bit, Daisy; nurse says
she's a bad thing," Flo began.
But papa said- said Daisy, twisting up her white apron
between her chubby fingers.
Nurse knows,'and cook says she's got a daughter of-of-I don't
know of what, but I know it isn't any thing nice the way cook says
it. Papa didn't call her a step-mother; I wonder what that means?"
Oh, I know," said Daisy. "Don t you know Susy Lee's mother
lies on the sofa most all the time, or they wheel her about ? Now
our mamma is going to step around."
Flo was not quite satisfied; but very soon nurse called them in
and they had no time for further talk. They looked very pretty as
they stood by the parlor window watching for papa, and so Mrs.
Mowbray and her daughter Kate said, as they saw them.
"Oh, mamma, I mean to be such a good sister," whispered Kate,
and Mr. Mowbray, who had heard the words, said he only hoped his
little girls would not be too troublesome. "They have been pretty
well spoiled by nurse for nearly three years," he said with a sigh.
The children were very shy; but Kate took them off in another
room while papa and mamma were taking a cup of tea, and by and
by they were talking and laughing merrily.
"You are defful nice," said Daisy, as Kate began a third story,
"and I guess a m:imma that steps ain't so very bad."
"Oh, hush said Flo, as she saw Kate grow red, "that's rude."
"9o, no," said Kate pleasantly. "Little Daisy didn't understand.
She'll find out how my dear mamma can step about to make things
pleasant and take care of papa's little girls, and she'll love her very
dearly, I am sure."
Now was not that a good way to answer little Daisy ? I'm sure
you'll be glad to hear that Daisy and Flo both love their mamma
that steps" very, very dearly.










































I;
































A aT S
A M H T
~~AMAM THATWS~ STP.:Al$Uil l








DEAR OLD DAPPLE.

Do you see the sign in the picture ? Yes, that "this desirable
residence is to be let or sold." Agnes Joy and her little sister Kitty
could tell you a great deal about that desirable residence," for it
has been their home all their life. Agnes has lived in that house
for nearly sixteen years, and when she was seven years old her little
sister Kitty was born.
How happy they were! Papa and mamma taught them to be
kind and loving to each other, and were all the time doing something
to make their dear little daughters happy. When Agnes was twelve
years old papa had bought a pony for them-dear Dapple, who was
so kind and gentle that even three-year-old Kitty could ride on his
back.
"And do you remember the next summer when papa bought us
the carriage ?" Kitty says, as she gives Dapple another handful of
grass.
"Yes, indeed! what happy times we have had driving round the
country together, Kitty dear!"
And now to have to leave the dear old house and sell Dapple !
Oh, Agnes, it seems as if we might have Dapple when papa and
mamma are both gone "
Agnes said softly: Mamma told me how it would be, and she
said we must be very sure that God knows best. Kitty dear, a great
many people have to suffer-it is our turn now; and any way, dar-
ling, we are to be together."
Kitty put her arms round her sister and said she was so very glad
of that. For you see there had been some talk of sending Kitty to
New York to live with Uncle Thomas and Aunt Sarah. They were
rich and could do well by her, but as they would only take one, good
Uncle Henry, mamma's brother, had said both sisters were to live at
his house, though he had six children to take care of.
But, dear me, I must "finish up quick," as my little girls say. The
two girls said good-by to dear old Dapple, and went a long ride in
the steam cars to Uncle Henry's.
We will be as bright as we can," they said, and they did try, help-
ing Aunt Fanny with her children so much that she said they were
a real blessing.








































MAI..







DER L DPPE











THE ORIOLE'S NEST.

A TRUE STORY.

HIGH up in an elm-tree hung a strange-
looking nest, wo- en of hair, grass, and
bits of string, and fastened at the edges in
the fork of a limb. It swung and waved
with every breath I of wind, and inside
four little half-
fledged birds
trembled with fear
when a strong
blast shook the
branch that bore
them.
The old birds
were out one day
getting food for
the little ones, and
perhaps they did
not watch the
weather, or see the
dark clouds in time. At any rate,
they were too far off to know that
when the wind blew a gale the
branch to which their nest was
bound broke off with a loud crack,
and down fell the nest with its four
little half-naked birds. Their mouths were wide open, and they
squeaked with all their might. It was well for them that the great.
hungry cat with its green eyes and tail slowly moving from side to
side was not there to spring upon the nestlings. Instead of that, a
kind boy, who never looked for bird's-nests to break them up, and
twist the necks of the young ones, saw the branch when it fell. He








THE ORIOLE'S NEST.

ran to see if there was anything in the nest, and found the little soft
bodies tumbled out on the grass.
Look here he called to his brother. Come, Harry, and get a
ladder. Let us put these poor little things up in the tree."
They will just fall out again," said Harry. I will show you a
better plan."
So he got a ladder, and the two boys placed it firmly against the
tree, and then Harry brought a round gourd filled with soft grass.
What are you going to do now ? asked Johnny, the first boy.
Wait and see," said Harry; and he cut a hole in each side of the
gourd. Through these he passed a twine string, and then put all
the little birds one by one into this new nest. There was also a hole
in the bottom. He climbed up the ladder with them in his hand, and
finding a forked branch like the one that had been broken by the
storm, he carefully tied his gourd into this fork, saying, Now the
old bird will fly to her young ones, and feed them herself. She
knows better than we do how to manage them."
The two boys hid themselves behind a tree, and the little birds
opened their mouths very wide, and chirped very loud.
Presently a clear, strong chirp was heard, and with a flutter one
of the parent birds lit on a twig above the gourd.
She put her head first on one side, then on another, as if to see
that all her little ones were safe, then flew away. In a few minutes
back she came with a worm in her bill, and, flying down, filled one
gaping mouth. So she went on, flying back and forth, until each
throat had been crammed, and the boys stood and looked on. The
other old bird hovered about, and took turns in feeding the young
brood.
This was kept up for many days, until the little birds were fledged,
and strong enough to flutter about themselves.
At last, one morning early, the boys missed their pets. They were
all gone, and as no cat could reach them, Johnny and Harry hoped
they had learned to fly so well that they needed no further care.
PINK HUNTER.





























irui










',, ~1: t'i 1'.I I















TWO UNSELFISH DAUGHTERS.








TWO UNSELFISH DAUGHTERS.

Do not you think these sisters are pretty, sweet-looking girls ? I
am very fond of them, for they are as good as they are pretty.
Marjorie, who is looking over her sister's shoulder, is full of fun
and mischief, while Mary is grave and seems three or four years
older, though there is scarcely two years between them.
I want to tell you how kind and good these girls are. Their
mother was not at all strong and the doctor said she ought to go off
to the sea-shore, so Marjorie and Mary told mother that if she would
only go they would keep house, take care of the two younger
children, and make papa quite comfortable. Now was not that kind ?
At first Mrs. Mills would not think of it, but as she grew weaker
she thought she had better go, but she would not stay long.
So one day the dear mother went to the sea-shore and the two
girls began the work. The money that had paid for a servant was
put in mamma's pocket to pay her traveling and hotel bills, and
these two brave girls swept and dusted and cooked for the home-
folks.
They have just received the first letter from their dear mother,
and they are smiling with pleasure as they read what she says.
"I am so happy sitting for hours on the beach," she writes, "and
I thank God for giving me such kind, unselfish daughters. Mary,
don't be too particular, and be sure to romp a little with Marjorie,
even if the house is not so tidy as it should be. Take care to water
my hollyhocks."
"Oh," cries Marjorie, we never have watered them a drop !"
"But it poured last night, Midget" (that is Mary's pet name for
her sister), see how bright and fresh they look. Well, mother shall
stay for a month, and then I hope she'll come back fresh and rosy."
And so mother did stay for a month, and then what do you think
happened? Why, Uncle John came out to the cottage, and when
he heard how the girls had worked he said they must shut up the
cottage for a fortnight and all go to the sea-shore to bring mother
home Wasn't that nice ?
Marjorie and Mary talk about that fortnight at the sea-shore again
and again, and when they want to remember any thing say, "before
we went to the sea-shore, or six weeks before we came home from
the sea-shore."






























FUN ON THE HEARTH.

SNOWFLAKE, Bunny, and little Bo-peep,
All on the hearth-rug, fast asleep.
Old mother Pussy snug as can be,
Right in the midst of the children three.

Old mother Pussy is shining and black,
With a long gray stripe on the top of her back.

Snowflake is white from her ear to her toe,
And looks like a little round ball of snow.

Queer little Bunny's warm coat of fur
Is brown as the nut in a chestnut-burr.

Little Bo-peep is rose-pink and white,
His eyes are merry and blue and bright.
His eyes are merry and blue and bright.







PEARL RAIN-DROP.

The curls on his head are sunniest gold:
Bo-peep is a boy just three years old.

Bo-peep, Bunny, and pretty Snowflake,
All on the hearth-rug, wide awake.

Bo-peep has a ball tied fast to a thread,
A ball made of leather, yellow and red.

He runs, and the kitty-cats after him run,
While mamma sits by and laughs at the fun.
NELLIE M. GARABRANT.



PEARL RAIN-DROP.

I AM afraid to fall," says little Pearl Rain-drop, with a shiver, as
her hold on Nurse Cloud grows less and less.
"Tut, tut, child !" says her fat nurse, "you need have no fear.
It is nice down there, I think."
Were you ever there ?" asks the little one, all in a tremble.
"I suppose so, but I do not remember," is the reply.
"I am sure I had much rather stay up here," said Pearl; "I don't
see why all my big sisters and cousins are in such haste to leave the
bright sky and their good nurses. Shall I find you when I get
back ?"
A heavy peal of thunder drowns Nurse Cloud's reply.
"0, that cruel, cruel thunder! It very nearly shook me off,"
cries the little trembler. "I am dreadfully scared. I am afraid to
go down I wish my sisters would n't crowd me so, in their hurry
to get away. Do you think it hurts to go? "
"I am sure it cannot," says nurse. See how brisk and happy
the others are Here is little Silver-ball tugging to get away; but
I shall keep her with me until she is larger."
0, please, nurse, let me stay until it is time for Silver-ball to go I"
pleads Pearl, in tears.








PEARL RAIN-DROP.

"No, my dear," says Nurse Cloud, kindly, but firmly. "It is
your time now, pet. Don't be scared; good-by "
Down, down she went, with scores of tiny drops no bigger than
herself chasing after her. Faster and faster, until our timid little
Pearl would gladly escape from the hubbub, and go down to earth
quite alone.






I J





















But now the sun comes out from the darkness, and sends his rays
of bright light far down to the regions beneath her. Looking east-
ward, she sees a broad circle of rain-drops decked in red and green
and orange and blue, bending over a beautiful wood.
How happy they all seem to be," she thought, and I alone am








PEARL RAIN-DROP.

sad and homesick. I wonder what will become of me Shall I fall
into that broad blue lake, or be lost in the great forest ?"
Now the towers of a princely mansion appear beneath her.
Nearer and nearer come these massive towers, and poor little Pearl
Rain-drop is gazing down at the hard paved court below. She may
be dashed to atoms. Just then from an open window in one of the
towers is thrust a golden head. A pair of eyes, blue as the sunny
sky, gaze upward to see if the storm is over. Down comes Pearly,
plump into the open eye of the princess; and the little lady laughs,
although her poor eye is blushing scarlet. Grateful for her escape,
our pretty rain-drop has no notion of staying in that blue heaven to
cause its owner pain.
So she tumbles about,
And tumbles out.

She falls pat into the white cup of a sweet tuberose which rests
in a knot of lace upon the bosom of the little princess.
What a soft, sweet bed is this for the tired little traveller!
The rain-drops have ceased to fall. Many of them have already
stolen away, while others have started on their homeward journey
to the clouds. Pearl is pining to go back. So narrow is the place,
and so deep, that, try as she may, she cannot get out.
Out into the sunshine of the court trips the happy princess. 0,
how warm shines the summer sun !
The sweet tuberose wilts a little. Pearl feels her gossamer wings
slowly unfolding. Her heart grows lighter and lighter. Then in
sweet trust she mounts the trackless air, and finds herself once more
in the region of her delight, in the clouds.
How did she go ? And who saw her ?
JENNY JOY.
















































































TABBY AND MOUSER.













TABBY AND MOUSER.

Are you fond of cats? I am. I like sober old cats and frisky
little kittens. This picture makes me think of a kitten we had in
our city home. We went to the country for the summer and took
kitty with us. It was funny to see how afraid she was of the high
grass at first. She acted just as most kittens acted about stepping
in water. But very soon she grew used to the grass and butterflies,
and what merry romps she would have !
Would you like to hear more about Tabby? She liked the
country so much that when we came back to the city we left her at
the farm house and next spring we had strange news about her.
Tabby had adopted six little chickens! It seems that she had
two little kittens of her own and a naughty boy drowned them.
Poor Tabby felt very sad and lonesome, and lay down by the
kitchen fire. Now the farmer's wife had been trying a kind of
hatching machine and had just hatched out six little downy chickens.
She put them in a basket by the fire and by and by she found the
chicks all snuggled up to Tabby, who was purring away as if she
had found her kittens !
You may be sure the children were very anxious to see Tabby
and her chickens; but I am sorry to say that after being a very kind
mother for six weeks Tabby ate two of the chickens, so the others
were kept carefully out of her reach.
We have a big cat now, Mouser, who will sit by my side at
dinner and every now and then tap me on the arm very gently.
Then, when I look at her, she opens her lips and makes a sign of
mewing, but no sound, as much as to say: "Here I am, and, if it
were polite, I could mew, I'm so hungry."
This cat will sit outside the window and watch my bird flying
about inside. She lashes her tail just like a tiger and shows her
teeth. Oh, how she would like to get him! And insolent Dick
will fairly peck at the window as if to show her that all her rage is
useless.








MAJE.

May I go and meet papa, mother ?"
"Yes, dear. Put your cloak on, for it's cooler than it was this
morning, and be sure you look carefully before you cross the track."
"Shall I take Maje ?" asked Marion, as she stood at the door
ready to start.
"Yes, he's company for you," said her mother, and then as she
went back to her rocking-chair she said to herself: I feel so sure
Marion is safe when dear old Maje is along. He would not let any
harm happen to my dear little girl."
Mrs. West took up her book and read awhile. Then she wrote a
letter, and then she said to herself: They ought to be at the top of
the hill by this time," and stood at the window to see if she could
catch sight of them.
Why, John must have missed the train," she said, "for there
comes Marion alone. I wonder if the child remembers that the four
o'clock express is nearly due ?" And the mother stood watching to
see her darling cross the track. But she sees Marion stop, look up
the track, stand still a moment, and then Maje flies past the little
girl straight up the track, Marion runs down the hill and the train
dashes past.
My poor little Marion Maje was certainly run over! exclaimed
Mrs. West, and hurrying down she saw Marion coming, the tears
streaming down her face.
Maje! Maje was all the child could say at first, but by and by,
her head on her mother's shoulder, she told of Major's noble deed.
Mother there was a little baby boy playing right on the track.
I couldn't have caught him and I knew the train would be on him.
I could hear it. Then I called Maje and I'm sure he understood, for
he ran straight at the baby and the little thing was so frightened at
the big black dog he just rolled right down the side of the road.
But Maje had no time to get off-he-he-oh, mother, he is all cut
to pieces!"
An hour later papa heard the story and promised Marion that he
would have a stone put up in the garden, telling of Maje's death.
This was a great comfort to the little girl, but the thing that com-
forted her most was to hear the baby's mother praise the great,
faithful dog and thank Marion for sending her pet along the track.






*





























IN*



noo
MA ,,,, ,,
jj R 11

,!] ," 'i;,' ,' !I', ';,,,"


011 i" 1 1
Si i ilh',; i '
..-_. _-r ._I





-~~~~ ~~ __ =_ _: -








:MAJE.










TOMMY AND THE SNAKE.

Di i, 1 IO 1 -vi-rI ,e a .squirrel"' I lest,
built in a liil, tri: ? A large ri.,ugh

sl_1: lit' o tf I rt ~-ll i, : ll,- n, ian l all -,:-rts
of thil2-s ilsi- e that lIave I:,eel bit-

rThere "a0, oni,: .-f these
nests in a tall pie it- on the
creek .ide, l; 11ar a log-cabin,














-- -I I




INI
-: __


. .="








TOMMY AND THE SNAKE.

where a little black boy lived. He had watched the squirrels a
long time, and wanted to take out the little ones when they were
big enough for him to raise them. Little Tommy was always
hunting for nests of birds or squirrels, or any other nests he could
find.
He never wore any shoes or hat, and his clothes were very ragged;
but he could climb any tree, clinging on with hands and knees.
One day Alfred, a white boy of about his own age, showed him
a silver quarter.
I will give you this," he said, if you will bring me a live squir-
rel for a pet."
"Yes, I will," said Tommy. "I know a nest up de pine-tree on
de creek side. I will take de old one out by her neck, and bring
you a young quirl."
Tommy could not say squirrel," so he called it "quirl," and he
did not talk as little boys and girls ought to talk. He said "de"
instead of "the," and a great many other wrong words.
He climbed up the tall, straight tree. When he reached the
branch where the nest was, he swung himself up, and leaned over
to see whether the old squirrel was there. He knew how the sharp
teeth could bite. Though his hands were hard and rough, he would
not put them into the nest without looking. What do you think his
eager black eyes saw, instead of the soft young squirrels ?
A long black snake raised its head and glided out of the nest.
Tommy did not wait to look again, but slid down the tree so fast
that he nearly fell to the ground. He was so frightened that he lay
quite still for several minutes.
When he looked up, he saw that the snake had only stretched
itself out on the branch, and did not want to move either. Tommy
ran away as fast as he could, and told his father what he had seen.
I am afraid Alfred will never get his pet squirrel, for Tommy says
he will not climb another tree to look for one. He did not know
before that snakes swallow squirrels when they can find them.
PINK HUNTER.












THE FAIRY IN THE PINK.

JUST when the rosy day peeped over the hills a lovely pink
bloomed in the garden. Its sweet breath floated away on the air,
and wakened a fairy who
_-_was sleeping under a blade
-:- of grass. The little lady
--- ..-. -. sprang up.
0 dear," she sighed, "it
-"1-O ISt is too late to go home to-
4_ .'- day!" And she flew swift-
.-- lyly to the pink and nestled
Sin its fragrant leaves.
By and by little Helen
w came down the garden path,
-I and spied the blushing pink.
She ran to it, and stooping
down she cried, "You dar-
ling pretty flower!" and
kissed it.
Then the fairy raised her
-- 'tiny head and kissed little
Helen on the lips. Helen
did not see her, but her
heart became so glad that
she folded her soft hands
over the pink and said,
_.-"--_-_ :-" "You have made me so
----....- ---. happy that you shall be
my only own."
She picked the rosy pink with the fairy still nestled in a fragrant
corner. "0, mamma," she cried, as she saw her mother in the
garden, I have found such a lovely flower, and I 've taken it for
my only own, and I never was so happy !"








THE FAIR Y IN THE PINK

Very well, Helen," answered her mother. See if you can be
as sweet all day long as your lovely carnation. But come now with
me. I am going to carry some oranges and jelly to poor sick Flora.
You may bring your pink with you and
show it to her."
So they went to the room where little -. "
Flora lay upon her bed. Her face was ..- .. ,
thin, and as white, almost, as the pillow. L
She smiled as Helen and her mother
came near, and her eyes brightened as
she saw the jelly and the oranges. But
when little Helen came to her side she '''
reached out her hand for the sweet car-
nation.
Then Helen held the pink to Flora's
hot lips, and the little fairy crept slylyi yA .
out and kissed them. -
Keep it," whispered Helen, softly;
"it makes your eyes look like heaven."
Flora clasped the flower in her fingers, and pressed it again to
her lips. Then a sweet smile swept over her face, as she sighed,
"How glad it makes me "
"Yes," replied Helen's mamma, you look as if you would soon
get well now." And the fairy in the fragrant corner of the pink
laughed. Her name was Heart's Content.
What a happy day said little Helen. C. BELL.





T .. I.
*~i I L
t%2l~ _____



























t- ', -'





", _ .-----









uA
















DUTY FIRST.
, ;.




. .. -








DUTY FIRST.

Have you ever been haying ? Isn't it fun ? Which do you like
best, to rake the hay or pitch it or help fix it on the load ?
Will says he'd rather pitch, and he is so big and strong he can
do it, but "for us girls the raking is pleasantest. And then how
jolly it is to ride home, singing songs in the evening light!
The pleasantest haying I ever went to was out on an island. We
loaded the boat instead of a cart, and then sat on the top of the
load and sailed home Was not that fun ?
Once, when I was a little girl, I was visiting at a farm-house, and
at noon the farmer's wife gave me a jug of vinegar and molasses and
water to carry to the hay-field, while Polly, the farmer's daughter,
had a great basketful of gingerbread. We were told to go straight
to the field, for it was ten o'clock and the men were hot and thirsty.
The jug was so heavy! I had to put it down every little while,
and one place where I put it down was by the side of a little
brook.
Let's just cool our feet in the water," I said, "we can go all the
faster."
So we took off our shoes and stockings "just for a minute." But
then we saw some little fish, and then after we put on our shoes we
stopped to pick a handful of berries and-who did we see as we
came to the top of the field, but the farmer and his men coming
home! It was twelve o'clock! I shall never forget how ashamed
I felt and how very sorry I was too, for Molly got a sound "strop-
ping," as her father called a whipping, and I knew I deserved to be
punished more than she did.
If only we had done our errand first, then we could have enjoyed
the cool, pleasant water and the berries as much as we wished. I
hope if you have any thing that needs to be done just now you will
go right at it and then come and read stories.










WHAT THE LITTLE MAIDEN SAW.

WHY stand you there, -~r

With eyes upon the sea,
Forgetting play
To gaze all day
On ocean rolling free '

Have you a ship

Now coming up the bay,
That brings you gold
For treasures sold
In countries far away ? J

Ah, there's a line
Of black smoke fine i
Upon the distant sky !
She sees a speck
The ocean fleck
Beneath the smoke on high .

It grows and grows I
Until she knows
It is the steamer due.
Her little heart
Beats wild its part
As comes the ship in view.

She turns her head; '4I
Her cheeks are red,
Her eyes no longer roam.
I want no gold .
For treasures sold, -
That ship brings papa home!" '__








HO W THE WIND BL 0 WS.











HOW THE WIND BLOWS

HIGH and low

They take the kites that the boys have made,
And carry them off high into the air;
They snatch the little girls' hats away,
And toss and tangle their flowing hair.

High and low
The summer winds blow!
They dance and play with the garden flowers,
And bend the grasses and yellow grain;
They rock the bird in her hanging nest,
And dash the rain on the window-pane.
-47



"'L.Xt an'-Z=.
'-2_' ..me ,id bo
.,:,e. da: c _n plywt legre lw ,








HOW THE WIND BLOWS.














High and low
The autumn winds blow!
They frighten the bees and blossoms away,
And whirl the dry leaves over the ground;
They shake the branches of all the trees,
And scatter ripe nuts and apples around.

High and low
The winter winds blow!
They fill the hollows with drifts of snow,
And sweep on the hills a pathway clear;
They hurry the children along to school,
And whistle a song for the happy New Year.
M. E. N. H.












II I I I I i ll i .I, i. i" 1 1 :- 11 I I
>.-~
Ic,' '" i ,, ' m "





fJ C~L"~



















ii































mk






























Z .. ..I ..
...... . .... '
















;I
L~ AAi.rn













































































J'' ;




University of Florida Home Page
© 2004 - 2010 University of Florida George A. Smathers Libraries.
All rights reserved.

Acceptable Use, Copyright, and Disclaimer Statement
Last updated October 10, 2010 - - mvs