Front Cover
 Title Page
 Saved from freezing to death
 The morning-glory pitcher
 Out in the storm
 Santa Claus at sea
 Christmas carol
 Dottie's new dollie
 6 nice ducks
 Snow birds
 Helen's daisy
 The nest in the mail-box
 C. O. D.
 The queer couple
 Johnnie Brown's white dress
 The cat that went fishing
 The jealous little dog
 Some strange birds
 Blow! March blow!
 Philo's funny team
 Our army
 Brown John
 Tom and the sugar
 Up came a little ant
 Mother golden head
 A busy "dear"
 How the two birdies kept house...
 "Polly wants to go to Detroit"
 Railway Jack
 Five years old
 Ned's black lamb
 Little Blossom
 The thinking of animals
 Back Cover

Group Title: The snow queen : : bright pictures and lively stories.
Title: The snow queen
Full Citation
Permanent Link: http://ufdc.ufl.edu/UF00055021/00001
 Material Information
Title: The snow queen bright pictures and lively stories
Physical Description: 1 v. (unpaged) : ill. (some col.), music ; 26 cm.
Language: English
Creator: DeWolfe, Fiske & Co. (Boston, Mass.) ( Publisher )
Publisher: De Wolfe Fiske & Co.
Place of Publication: Boston
Publication Date: c1886
Subject: Winter -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1886   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1886   ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1886
Genre: Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Spatial Coverage: United States -- Massachusetts -- Boston
General Note: Contains prose and verse.
General Note: Frontispiece printed in colors.
Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
 Record Information
Bibliographic ID: UF00055021
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 - 002224909
notis - ALG5181
oclc - 67837455

Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Cover 1
        Cover 2
    Title Page
        Title 1
        Title 2
    Saved from freezing to death
        Page 1
        Page 2
    The morning-glory pitcher
        Page 3
        Page 4
    Out in the storm
        Page 5
        Page 6
        Page 7
    Santa Claus at sea
        Page 8
    Christmas carol
        Page 9
        Page 10
        Page 11
    Dottie's new dollie
        Page 12
        Page 13
        Page 14
    6 nice ducks
        Page 15
    Snow birds
        Page 16
    Helen's daisy
        Page 17
        Page 18
    The nest in the mail-box
        Page 19
        Page 20
    C. O. D.
        Page 21
        Page 22
        Page 23
        Page 24
    The queer couple
        Page 25
        Page 26
        Page 27
        Page 28
    Johnnie Brown's white dress
        Page 29
        Page 30
    The cat that went fishing
        Page 31
        Page 32
    The jealous little dog
        Page 33
        Page 34
    Some strange birds
        Page 35
    Blow! March blow!
        Page 36
    Philo's funny team
        Page 37
        Page 38
    Our army
        Page 39
        Page 40
        Page 41
    Brown John
        Page 42
        Page 43
    Tom and the sugar
        Page 44
        Page 45
    Up came a little ant
        Page 46
    Mother golden head
        Page 47
    A busy "dear"
        Page 48
    How the two birdies kept house in a shoe
        Page 49
        Page 50
    "Polly wants to go to Detroit"
        Page 51
    Railway Jack
        Page 52
        Page 53
    Five years old
        Page 54
        Page 55
    Ned's black lamb
        Page 56
        Page 57
    Little Blossom
        Page 58
        Page 59
    The thinking of animals
        Page 60
        Page 61
        Page 62
    Back Cover
        Cover 1
        Cover 2
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harshness and even cruelty. The cold winter had come on early.

WIBobby was e only boy about the farm, and le had the care of
his uncle James, who lived in the country. His aunt too]k him to his
future home, and at the depot he saw his uncle for the first time.
Bobby was lonely and sad; his uncle often treated him wvith
harshness and even cruelty. The cold winter had come on early.
Bobby was the only boy about the farm, and lie had to Work
very hard. His clothing was unfit for the winter weather, and he
often suffered from the cold.
Among the duties which this poor boy had to perform was that
of tending a flock of sheep. One afternoon, when there were signs
of a snow-storm, he was sent to drive the flock to the barn. He
started for the field, but his clothes were so thin that he was be-
numbed by the intense cold. He sat down on a large rock to rest
himself. He felt strangely tired and cold. In a little while he
began to feel drowsy. Then he thought it was so nice and com-
fortable that he would stay there awhile. In a very few moments
he was asleep, and perhaps dreaming.
Suddenly he was aroused by a tremendous blow which sent hii

spinning from his perch on the rock to the ground. Looking about
hnim, he saw an old ram near by. The creature looked as though lie
had been doing mischief, and Bobby was no longer at a loss to
know where the blow came from; but he thought the attack was an
accident, and in a short time he was again in the land of Nod.
Again the ram very rudely tumbled him over into the snow.
He was now wide awake, and provoked at the attack of the beast.
He began to search for a stick to chastise his enemy. The ram
understood his intention, for he turned upon Bobby as if to finish
the poor boy. Bobby was forced to take to his heels, and ran
towards home.


The ram chased him, while the rest of the flock followed after
their leader. The inmates of the farm-house were surprised to see
Bobby rushing towards the house as fast as his little legs would
allow him. His hair was streaming in the wind, and he was very
much terrified. Close upon him was the old ram, kicking up his
heels in his anger. Behind him could be seen a straggling line of
sheep doing their best to keep up.
Bobby won the race, however. His uncle came out in time to
turn the flock into the barn. It was a long time before Bo.bby
would venture near the ram again.
Bobby knows now that but for the efforts of that old ram in

knocking him from his seat on that bitterly cold day, he would have
been among the angels in a very short time. The sleepy feeling
which overcame him would have ended in death.
Bobby declares that the ram knew all the time what ailed him,
and that he butted him from the rock on purpose. I cannot explain
it, but do know that God moves in a mysterious way his wonders
to perform."


I sAw a pretty little pitcher the other day. It was covered with
vines and blossoms of morning-glories. A lady showed it to me
who does not play with dolls and tea-sets any more. She lives in
a beautiful home of her own, with plenty of real china for real
people. But she has kept this little pitcher, without a crack or
flaw, since the days when she spread dolls' tables, and poured cream
from it into little cups for stiff little people with bright eyes and
" real hair," but with no lips to open for pretended tea and coffee.
There was a little folded paper, yellow from age, inside the
She told me who gave it to her. It was at a children's party,
where ever so many little girls were dancing about a Christmas
tree, each one with a gift from this kind lady. I did not wonder
she had kept the pitcher.
If you should not know about the lady who gave the pitcher,

when I tell you that her name was Catherine Sedgwick, youi
mother will know. She will tell you that when she was a little
girl she used to get away in a snug corner of some old parlor and
read Miss Sedgwick's stories for children. And perhaps she will
go to the library and take down a green or brown old-fashioned
book and read you about a Poor man who was rich, or a rich man
who was poor." Stories keep, as well as pitchers, when the kind
people who wrote or gave them have gone where we cannot see
them any more.

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"Here's dear Lucy P--,mu
So bright and so rosy,
In each of her cheeks
Is a little red posy.

"I wonder why 't is
That her eyes are so bright ?
I think it's because
The tree gives so much light.


"And 't will show her, I hope,
Something pleasant to see,
Which by common consent
Little Lucy's shall be."

And this is the pitcher.

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SHRILL shriek the winter winds,
And through the hemlocks sigh;
Swift, in a wild and merry dance,
The snow-flakes whirl across the sky.
The trees with icy boughs
Stand crackling in. the gale;
Low from his kennel, snug and warm,
Echoes old Carlo's mournful wail.


Heap high the blazing grate,
And fill the house with cheer;
In cosey circle clustered round, -
No storms we happy children fear.
Though the loud whistling blasts
0 'er land and ocean roam,
We laugh and sing without a care,
Safe in our own dear sheltering" home.

But listen! Tap, tap, tap,"
Upon the window-pane.
You roguish wind, we love you not;
Pray fly away, nor come again!
Ah, look! A tiny beak!
A shrewd and sparkling eye!
'T is Master Snow-bird's plaintive chirp:
"Feed me, kind friends, nor let me die!"

Hasten! the choicest crumbs
Pour on the window-sill.
Welcome, lone wanderers in the gale;
Come, snow-birds all, and take your fill.
He darts away in fright;
Quick, close the sash, and wait!
See, he returns on fluttering wing,
And, joyful, calls his gentle mate.

How sweet, amid the storm,
Their twitters of delight!
And, while we watch their eager joy,
How our own hearts grow warm and light!
Only two mites of birds,
Two specks on the gray sky;
Yet not one pang nor joy they feel,
Escapes the Heavenly Father's eye.

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MY DEAR CARL, I love you so much that I must write vou a
few words, though I really hardly have time. AMv reindeer team
are pawing with their little hoofs, and the wind is so hl-h that
I'm afraid half my toys will be blown away; and then what
will the children say"
I filled the stockings that were hung up in Boston first, and then
I came very fast overland, filling all the stockings as I came along.
After San Francisco was well supplied, I had to cross the Pacific
Ocean, to get to you in Honoltlu. I had been riding in a sleigh;
but now I harnessed my reindeer to a little boat, and they swam
over here very fast. When we were nearly here, we passed a big
steamer, and I went close to it to see who was there. I found one
gentleman who was thinking of his little boys and loving them very
much and longing to get home to them. I saw, peeping out of his
coat-pocket, two little cannon; and just then I heard him say, "I
wonder if I shall get home to Ernest and Carl and Kenneth and
Baby on Christmas Day I was just about to shout out, Oh, I
know your boys, and I'11 tell them you are coming!" when my
reindeer began to swim very fast indeed, and, before I knew it, I


was out of sight of the steamer. When your papa comes, ask him
if he saw a funny little man sailing away very fast.
I think, my Carl, that you are a dear boy, but I don't like that
habit you have of crying when you are playing. Boys who play
hard ought to expect to get hurt sometimes, and you must try to
see how much you can bear without crying.
Good-by, dear.
Your loving friend,

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THE Christmas day is dawning;
Our carols now we sing;
And pray the coming season
May peace and gladness bring.

To every one, and all of yours,
We wish a merry day,
And hope some of its pleasures
Through all the year may stay.
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DOTTIE was lost. She was getting farther and farther from home
at every step. Her eyes looked scared and big, and her curls were
in a tangle. Her hot cheeks were streaked with tears. She dragged
her hat by one string, and her frock was torn.
When she was very little, Dottie had learned what to do if she
should get lost. She used to say: I'll go to my kind friend, the
policeman, and tell him I'm Dottie Rand. I'11 say I live in Morris
Park, and lie will take me home." But when the time really came,
Dottie forgot it all, the policeman looked so much bigger than
she thought. She had never noticed his club before, and she was
afraid of it; so she began to cry.
Just then a woman spoke to her kindly. Thankfully Dottie told
her troubles to the stranger.
I was wheeling my dollie," she said, when a big dog jumped
upon me. He tipped dollie out of her phaeton, too. Then I ran
out of the Park as fast as I could. By and by I tried to go back.
I turned at every corner, but I could n't find the right street. Oh, I
shall never see my dear dollie again That wicked dog has eaten
her up."
Never mind, dear. Do not cry. I will lead you home," said
the woman, coaxingly; and you shall have another dollie."
Dottie brightened up and began to chatter, clinging to the stran-
ger's hand.
Have you any little girls ? she asked.
Only one little girl," was the answer.
Dottie looked up into her new friend's face. It was so sad, that
she asked no more questions.
Suddenly she gave a shout. "There is papa! Good-by."
Putting up her lips to be kissed, she said, I love you for being so
good to me."
The woman stooped to kiss the dirty little face, and her eyes were
full of tears. She put a package into Dotties arms. I am sorry
that you lost your dollie," she said. "Here is another for you.
Run home, Dottie, and be very careful not to drop it. It is yours
to keep."

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Dottic was delighted. But how big it was She nearly fell down
witlitts weight.
") pa a, papa!" she cried, "I've got a new big dollie for my
Very oWll.
lecr papa gave her a great hug for answer. Her mamma kissed
her lost child, and cried for joy over her. Then the bundle was
o~pened. There lay a real live girl-baby, sweet as a rosebud.

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Iottie touched its soft cheek, whisper'ing, "That good womnn gave
me her only little girl' ,.
The new dollie grew cunning every day. Nobody once thought
of trundling her off to an orphan asylum. There was plenty of love
in Dottie's home for two little girls, and dollie was hers "to keep."

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once I knew, Fat ducks and pretty ducks they were, too. And one had a feather curled
ducks would go, Wid die and waddle, all in a row But he with a feather curled
me ry dash, Swimming a- way with a sparkling splash; But he with a feather curled
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They come every day hen the chickens are done.

These never eat all of their meal up quite clean,
And many sweet morsels the little guests glean;

Till so smooth, and so round, and so plump they have grow
They can laugh at the birds that have faraway flo.
shopping a llon on top of thie snow;

Now Katittle ecook, who bakes and who brews,
Says little brown birds make very good stews.

Cruel old Katie! I'd starve would n't you ?-
Before I would eat any one of the crew
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HELEN STUART was a little girl about eight years old. She lived
in the city, in an old-fashioned frame house with a large yard. One
cold day a little kitten as black as coal came to Helen's home. She
crawled down a rat-hole under the barn to keep warm. Helen called
her out and brought her in the house. She gave her some milk,
which she seemedto think was very nice. The kitten was so pretty
that Helen thought she would keep her. So she named her "Daisy."
Was not that a funny name for a black kitten ?~
One morning Helen went to the barn to call Daisy, and found in
the hay, not only Daisy, but three little kittens, one black, one
white, and the other gray. She named them for flowers, the black
one, Buttercup, the white, Snowdrop, and the gray, Violet. They
grew up to be very pretty kittens, and very playful. Sometimes
they wanted to play with their mother when she was sleepy. She
would keep telling them not to trouble her; but they would not
mind, and would pull her ears, until finally she would get up and
box first one on the ear, and then another. But she did not have to"
punish them very often, for they were generally good.


Helen now thought they were old enough to drink milk out of a
saucer; but they (lid not like it. So she filled a spoon with milk;
then they lapped it up very nicely. After a while they learned to
drink out of a saucer, and sometimes Daisy and her three little kittens
would all drink out of the dish together. Helen gave her kittens to
three of her girl friends, but she still had Daisy left.
One night Daisy wanted to get into the
house. S- wnt t. th, f -door and stood
on the .r.iilir .1" tl,,I. -t0l -. .. t. her
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H elen's p.''. wnii :.:-. w l o it
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When he found it was only Daisy he had a great laugh.
Daisy did not like music, and if Helen began to practise she would
jump on the piano and walk on the keys. Daisy is now ten years
old, and she has become very dignified. Helen is eighteen, and is
very handsome. She and Daisy think they are too old to run races
and frolic together. So Daisy lies down by the stove and dreams of

her mother.


WE had to fasten a box for our mail on the gate-post, because the
". -- postman is afraid of our dog,
S- and will not come into the
.."..-. '. yard. Last summer two little
bluebirds made a cunning nest
right in that box.
I': -,. The mamma bird laid five
.: .I:. ^ tiny eggs, and sat on them,
letting the postman drop the
letters on her. Every morning
and evening the newsboy put in
.. tle paper.
Papa bird brought her worms, and
J i,,in a .ia, sister, and I used to watch him. "
He wo\\ iuld never go in the box while we

looked on, and when we '.'
walked away he would drop ,
down quick as a flash.
By and by there were five
little birds in the nest. We' -- [
thought the letters and papers
would surely kill them. But -
they did not; the birds grew i :
finely. Their mouths were
always wide open. One day ii i
I put some fine crumbs in i.i ;'* ..
the nest thinking they would
like to eat. I wish you could
have seen mamma bird. She i ,
flew rnund and round, acting n .


as if crazy. Finally she began taking out the tiny crumbs one by
one, until the last one was ..t. throw w
away. I had seen pictures o.. .. il
dren feeding crumbs to birds, ;I I
thought it the right thing to d, ',1 l t
surely it was not the food tln-r is
needed.' For several weeks
we watched them, and saw ".
them grow.
We wanted to see the
mamma teach them to fly.
But they all left suddenly. TIe ,
nest was empty one day, and Aw
could never tell our birds from tinl- A#'
others in the yard. I brought tli:e j
nest into the house and kept it all
winter. We wondered if we should
see the little birds again the ne(t -
At the opening of spring we
watched closely, and sure enough
the bluebirds did come again, and built a nest in the same box.
This time they made a better founda-
-p tion, raised the nest higher up, lined it
, ;- with horse-hair, and put it in one corner
of the box. Then the mamma bird laid
five little eggs, and we and they were
S-- One day we missed an egg. The
| next day another was gone, and then
another, until only one was left. We
Found that some bad boys had dis-
S, covered the nest and were stealing all
the eggs. Finally the boys took the
S l last one; then we felt so sorry, and
thought we should see the birds no

more. But they did not give up. They at once tore to pieces the
old nest, and built a new one in another corner. Four more little
eggs were laid in it. The bad boys took two of those out. Then
papa and I locked the box. I thought the manna bird might be
so frightened she would not want to stay on the nest. But she did
stay; and now we have two little baby birds which open their
mouths wide and squirm whenever we raise the cover of the box.
I wonder if any other little boy has such cunning pets.
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PROBABLY our C. 0. D. notice, which will soon be familiar to the
little ones' if it is not now, is never seen off the coast of Norway.
Yet there is the greatest place for cod in the world. During the
months of January and February the C-O-D -cod-come about
the Loffoden Islands from the south and west in immense numbers.
It seems as if all the families of all countries could (line on those fish
and none be missed.
They arrive in what the fishermen call cod mountains." These
codfish are piled upon one another, often to a depth of more than a
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hundred feet. The mountains they form are wide as well as high, -
great moving mountains of cod.
If you have seen a fish-net, you know it has weights along the
lower edge, for sinking it. When the fishermen off Norway cast
their nets among the mountains of cod, they feel the sinkers hitting
the fish, that seem to have barely room to swim.
Have you ever thought that creatures living in the sea have more
space than we who live on the land If it were not so, in time the

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too many men and boys go fishing, after a while have hardly any
fish left in the water.
It is said that this can never happen to the sea. There the fish
have plenty of places where no hooks or nets can take them.
People may expect to eat broiled cod aeid chowder as long as the

It is s t this can never. hapet-te r

fish might all be caught and eaten. Some bdkes and streams, where

world stands. The saying will always be a true one, that "there
are as good fish in the sea as ever were caught."

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BEPPO was a donkey, or a burro, as the Mexicans called him.
He lived in Colorado. He was little, and furry, and mouse-colored.
He had great, sad eyes with long, dark lashes. When I first knew
him he had no home. He wandered idly about the village. He
was beaten and ridden by the school-boys, and lived on whatever
he could find.
One day, when it was very cold, he came and stood by the fence,
looking wistfully in. His big, sad eyes were sadder than ever, and
his long ears hung meekly down beside his head.
"Are you hungry, old fellow ? I asked, as I opened the gate.
He gave me a look of assent, and I soon had the pleasure of seeing
him eat a hearty meal.
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After that le came every day, Ile was very grateful for his food,
and would rub his lead against my hand as if to thank me. He
soon grew very plump. Whenever I took a stroll he would walk
along- beside me. It' he saw a boy, he would come very close to
me indeed.
One morning I heard some merry voices near my window. I

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tell you theywere not riding y-fashion either

Where are going, Susie, Ethel, abel, and Ma I cried.

We are going a-riding," three of the little ones answered in
chorus. A-widing," echoed little Maud, who sat upon the tail.

Alas! IBeppo heard my voice, and not one step farther would he
go. I gave Susie a large, yellow carrot; she held this on a stick
in front of his nose, and then lie moved on.
He always walked so like a snail, that I feared he was infirm.
But one day when a pet mule was brought in from the rancle, I
found I was mistaken.
Beppo at once made frie'ds with this little colt. He was very
playful, and I soon saw that Beppo could be quite as sprightly as
the mule.
After that, whenever I took a ride on Beppo I let the mule come
too. We had lively runs over the broad, sunlit plains.
When I left Colorado, Beppo came to the depot to see me off.
I an almost sure I saw tears in his big, sad eyes as I bade him

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ONCE a hopper and a spider
Promenaded down the street.
Said the hopper to the spider,
"Smile to all we chance to meet."

Said the spider to the hopper,
Slyly glancing at her spouse,
"Do you really think it proper
Thus to recognize a mouse "

1 "Our spiders here. are very large, spanning often five and a half inches, and make goo,
companions for our likewise large _.1 :-L-.i.[.:- both running largely to legs."

Then her spouse began to chide her
For her foolish pride of life.
Don't you know you're but a spider,
Notwithstanding you 're my wife?"
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She replied, "Although a spider,
I'm as good as you, I ween."
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With his questions quick and keen.
Se replied, Although a spider,

I 'rn as gdod as you, I wee.."

Thus the spider and the hopper,
Promenading down the street,
In deciding what was proper,
All their friends forgot to greet.

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JAMIE BRIGHT was four years old when his father and mother moved
to a new home. The old home, where Jamie was born, was just in
the edge of the woods. Jamie had played in and out among the
trees ever since, he could walk alone.
Now Jamie's father was going to keep the store, up by the Green,
and a small house near the store was to be their home. Jamie's
mother was sorry to leave the old home; she and sister Katy wiped
their eyes often on the moving-de:y. But Jamie thought it was
great fun to move, and he was full of glee.
Father went up to the new house on that day, to get it ready.
Then a man came with an ox-cart to take the beds and chairs and
ll the other things.
When the load was piled on, mother and Katy set out to walk
through the woods, by a short path, to the new house. They had a
corn-basket between them; the cups and glass things were in the
basket. Mother called, Come, Jamie, you can go with us "
Oh, no," said Jamie, "I must -- after the cart, and take care of
the things "
His mother laughed. She said, i is a long way round by the
road; you will be tired !"
"Best let him go," said the man who drove the team; we need
him to look after the load "
So the oxen started off at a slow pace, and Jamie followed the
cart. His mother's brass kettle hung out at the back of the load.

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from the end of the mop-stick. The kettle kept swinging as the cart
joggedl on. Jamie watched it all the time lest it should fall off.
lie stubbed his toe and fell down twice, because he was looking
up at the cart; but le did not cry ; le was a man that day! At
last the man who drove saw that the small man was tired. So he
said, See here, youngster; can't you sit up on this feather-bed,
and see that the oxen keep the road ? "
There was a soft nest, just big enough for Jamie, between two

chairs. The man lifted him up there; it was a nice place. In five
minutes Jamie was sound asleep.
When they came to the new house the man lifted him down, and
said, Here 's the young man who took care of the load "
Jamie had had such a good nap that he was all ready to help put
the new house in order.
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THIS little boy had light curly hair and large blue eyes. He was
a chubby, good-natured fellow. Once in a while he would run away
to float a small sail-boat in the harbor. There was a large tub full
of water at home, where he could try his boat; but that was not
large enough to suit him. One day his mother missed him, and
went out to find him. He was down by the shore, with his little
trousers tucked up to his knees. By a long twine he was letting his
boat Gypsy sail towards the ocean. His mamma was quite sur-
prised. She led Johnnie quickly home. What do you think she
did ? She made Johnnie put on his little white nightdress, and
keep it on the rest of the day. His other clothes were put in the
closet and locked up. All the rest of the day Johnnie kept out of
sight. Once in a while he would peep out from behind the door.
He felt badly when he saw the other boys playing outside.
After he had worn this nightdress two or three times, he did not
run away. He minded his mamma, and was a very good little
I saw him in the little white nightdress one fine afternoon, and
this is a true story. Johnnie is now grown up into quite a great

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MINNIKIN was hungry. Her mistress, Maidie, had gone off visit-
ing. Maidie's mamma was sick. Every time cook saw Minnikin,
she would say, Scat scat!
So there was nobody to feed pussy. If she wanted something to
eat. she must find it herself. It was of no use to watch the mouse-
hole She had looked at it so long that her head ached.
The bird she tried to catch flew away, saying something that
sounded like, Don't you wish you might ? "
Minnikin grew thoughtful. She walked down to the shore, where
the blue water washed the white sand, and sat down. Do you think
she was admiring the ocean ? Oh no ; she was watching for fish.
After a while there was a ripple. Quick as a flash pussy dipped
in her paw. When she drew it out, there was a'little fish held fast
by her sharp claw. She ate the fish, and felt better.
The next day she was hungry again. She remembered the fish,
and ran down to the beach. This time there was something long
and black moving about, close to the shore. Minnikin forgot that
she did n't like to wet herself. She jumped right into the water,
and brought to land a real live eel.
Pussy must have thought, "Now I'll treat cook better than she
did me;" for she seized the squirming, wriggling creature with her

teeth, and carried it home, into the kitchen, and laid it at cook's
feet. Cook thought it was a snake. How she did scream!
Maidie and her
papa had just ,....,
in from the st.r.i .' 'i.
They ran to --
see what was
the matter; '' '
and it made .
them both
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heartily to see cook
so frightened by a
harmless eel.
__ 1f Minnikin went fisling- after that, she did
Sit for her own amusement ; for Maidie did
not let her go hungry any more.
I don't think, however, that cook ever knew that pussy meant
to return good for evil.
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My name is Curly. I am a cunning little cream-colored dog. I
have a long bushy tail that curls ulp over my back when I am happy,
and drags in the dust when I am sad.
I am usually pretty happy, for I have a sweet little golden-haired
gil for my mistress. She. loves me very dearly; at least, I suppose
she does, from the way she squeezes me, and lets me lick her hands.
Her name is Ivy, and she is so kind to me, that I should never get
cross or sad if it were not for Tom.
I just wish Tom was dead. If I were big enough I would tie him
up in a bag and throw him into the river. Tom is a big l white cat
with sharp claws, and an awful appetite for beefsteak. He eats all
the meat that Ivy gives him, and then growls and spits at me til I
give him mine too. Half tihe tie I am so hungry that I could eat
Tom, air and all, if lie would only lie still and let me; but hea
won't. He is just the meanest cat I ever saw.
The worst of it all is, Ivy seems to love him nearly as well as she
does me. She actually hugs him, and calls him her Dear kitty; and
I can't stand it. I always growl at Tom, and try to squeeze myself in


between him and Ivy; but she says, Ah, you naughty dog, you're
Jealous! The idea of a handsome, dashing dog, like me, being

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THERE is a bird that knows
.- how to sew so well that it is
-'" ,. called the tailor-bird. Look
.- -0 at this queer nest, which is
,' i h; hidden in the leaves all
-sewed together.
Y ,', -' Perhaps you wonder where
S I it gets its thread. Even that
-I it makes from the fine cotton
on the back of the cotton-
-i plant, which it spins into a
:'.. '.- thread with its delicate bill
Sand little feet. When it is
i all ready to sew, it makes
holes through the leaves
with its small bill, and then
...sews them nicely together.
Some birds, like the wood-
pecker, use their bills to drill
S holes in the trees, to get at
_. --worms and insects, which
S--- -: t they eat. You can hear the
Z__ sound of this little instru-
*ment a good ways off. It
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after the other.
':I' I will tell you of one
4 other, and this is a strange-
viA looking bird. It really has
4-. no wings, but such a long
~ '/'r bill, which it uses, like all
the others, for gathering its
S. food, insects and worms.
S' But it has a stranger use
"_ than that, for it makes a cane of it.

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S[tlir lu ls,
i i'' Wlnr.- tln.- s.iunlemss have played on their
: -,-,t'i t .i-, vy beds;

Ai tnl,- cntkins are out in their velhety

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Blow away! blow away! you only blow gold;
And while you are waiting to storm and to scold,

The daffodils gather and deck themselves fine,
For they know when you come it is surely a sign

That the winter is gone, and the bluebird is near.
Blow away! blow away! 'tis a sound full of cheer.

And so we forgive you your boisterous ways,
Because you bring news of the sweet summer days.


ARTHUR was four years old, and he had come up from the city, with
his mamma, to spend a few weeks at a pleasant farm-house.
After supper, on this first night in the country, Arthur sat close to
his mamma on the piazza steps. Pretty soon the sun went away, the
air began to grow cool, and then mamma said, "It is time to go to
Arthur scowled, and did not stir. He knew that it was his bed-
time; but he felt that it was a great deal pleasanter to sit there, with
so many people around, talking and laughing, than to go up-stairs
to bed in a strange room, even if mamma were within call. No, he
made up his mind that he would not go just yet. So when mamma
held out her hand, and said, Come, Arthur! he scowled harder
than before, and said, "I don't want to; it is too early "
Just then Pliilo, a boy who lived at the farm-house, and who was
more than three times as old as Arthur, came out of the door.
See here," said he; if you will go to bed like a good boy, I will
take you to ride to-morrow morning with my team."
"Oh, have you a span of ponies ?" asked Arthur, the scowl all

No, not ponies," said Philo, laughing.
Are they big horses ? said Arthur, a little disappointed.
TIhve are not horses at all," answered Philo. You will find
out what they are to-morrow morning; it is such a team as you
never rode after."
Perhaps they are dogs," said Arthur.
Philo shook his lihead.
Or reindeers, like those of Santa Claus," suggested mamma.

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The nex !,rng Arthur t
'tonig his lothes; but it, eally t, o ok bu t a few minutes. d ten
So Arthur went p-stairs, wondering what kind of atear Philo's
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The next ni orninge Artur thought m. ma was a longo time but-

toning his clothes; but it really took but a few minutes, and then

he ran down-stairs, in search of Philo. He found him waiting at the
door, and Arthur opened his eyes in wonder when he saw Philo's
team. There were two pretty calves, yoked together, in front of a
light, two-wheeled cart, and Philo was holding a whip instead of
reins. When he saw Arthur, lie jumped out, and in a minute more
the two boys were sitting in the funny little carriage, and the well-
trained calves were trotting down the road at a quick pace.
Arthur thought he had never had so nice a ride before. When
they reached home, Philo made the calves go through some very
odd tricks, in which he had trained them. Arthur had many other
rides after the gentle creatures, and when he returned to the city he
had a great deal to tell his little friends about Philo and his funny


FIRST comes General Charlie, so gallant and gay,
In jacket of scarlet and trousers of gray;
With fierce nodding plumes and loud clanking sword, -
A sight to strike fear to the enemy's horde.
Then comes Captain Josie, so daslingii and bold,
In blue soldier's coat and epaulets gold;
With weapon in hand and fire in his eye,
He looks ready to fight for his country or die.
Then Brigadier Artie, so sullen and grand,
With good bow and arrow tight held in his hand;
A knife in his belt and sword in its sheath, -
Our brigadier truly is armed to the teeth.
Now Lieutenant Allen, with soldierly tread,
And paper cocked-hat on his haughty young head.
Then follows the sergeant. I 'n really afraid
This army is all of officers made,-
But one little private, who, gun on his arm,
Looks ready to fly at the faintest alarm.


Freddy, the flag-bearer, follows in haste,
A gay silken scarf knotted tight round his waist;
While the colors we honor, the red, white and blue, -
From the end of his staff flutter gayly in view.
Small drunnner-boy Glen closes up in the rear
With a rub-a-dub-dub most inspiring to hear.

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mnen, to tle fight!

If our blood should be spilt, it will be in the right! "
" Hip, hooray cry the soldiers; we march to the fray "
And with drum loudly rolling go tramping away.

" God bless our brave army I say; every one, -
From the handsome young general to Glen with the drum.
For on our dear army of boys we depend,
Our country, our homes, and our hearts to defend."
"men, to th fih

If our blood should be spilt, it will be in the right?"

SI-ip, hooray !" cry the soldiers; "we march to the fray! "
And with drum loudly rolling go tramping away.

" God bless our brave army!" I say; "every one,-
From the handsome young general to Glen with the drum.
For on our dear army of boys we depend,
Our country, our homes, and our hearts to defend."

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JOHN was a little Indian boy. His real name was very long,
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JOHN was a little Indian boy. His real name was very long
,very hard to spell, and very hard to pronounce. So when he came

in to attend the school for Indian children, the teacher gave him the
name of John. Sometimes he was called Brown John, he was so
very dark.
There were nearly two dozen children in the school. They all
had English names by which they were called while in school.
John was the brightest and prettiest of them all. I am afraid you
would not think any of them were very

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crooked J. He could say two pieces of poetry, and was very
proud of it.
I suspect you think he did not know much. But you must
remember he had been in school only a few months.
Brown John was not dull. One look into his sharp black eyes

would show you that. He could do a great many things which
boys who know more about books than he could not.
He could run and leap in a way that would soon tire any one but
an Indian. He could make such cunning traps and snares, that the
most cautious birds and animals were caught in them. He could
ride a wild pony without saddle or bridle, and throw himself to one
side so that lie was entirely hidden by the horse. He could shoot
both with a rifle and a bow. He liked his bow best, and could send
his bright-colored arrows to any spot he wished, and bring down
any kind of game. He could see farther than any white man. He
could name a distant object that seemed to the rest of us a mere
speck. He could also hear very quickly, and would notice a sound
before any one else.
Until he came in to the school at the fort, he had lived all his life
in a wigwam, and done nothing but fish, hunt, ride, and play Indian
games. But since he has been there he is anxious to learn like
white men and do as they do.


LITTLE TOM was very fond of sweets. He always ate jam at
lunch until his mother took the jar away from him. When he
had hot milk to drink, he filled the cup half full of sugar. At
Christmas and on his birthday lie would say, Don't give me toys.
I'd rather have candy than anything else."
One day Tom was in the kitchen whei the grocer's boy brought
in a basket of packages. Tom saw his mother fill a wooden box
with fine sugar, and set it away in the pantry.
Give me some sugar, please, mother," he said.
No," said his mother; I am going to put a stop to your eating
so much sugar. It is not good for you. But I will give you a
piece of bread and butter."
"I don't want bread and butter," said Tom, feeling very cross
"Very well," sai& his mother, going out of the kitchen.

Tom was left with the cook, who soon went down cellar to skim
the milk. Tom stepped softly into the pantry and raised the lid of
the sugar-box. How nice and white the sugar looked!
It won't hurt me to eat just a little," thought Tom. So he
seized a handful of sugar and crowded it into his mouth. Just as
he had finished eating it, he heard his mother's step in the hall. He
ran out of the pantry as she came in.
Have you been at that sugar, Tom ? she asked.
Tom was fright-
ened. He feared le '
would be punished .: 'I
if he told the truth; e ..
so he told a story. in-
"I was just look- ,"
ing at it," he said. f/,
"I did n't take a bit."
His mother did a.
not say anything. i
She took him by the
shoulder and led him :
into theparlor, where
there was a long
mirror. Tom looked
in, and saw that the
whole front of his
navy blue flannel
waist was covered
with fine sugar. lHe
began to cry.
"You see, your
waist told on you, "-
said his mother.
You ought to be punished; but I will tell you a little story in-
stead; for I don't think you ever told me a falsehood before, and
I hope you never will again."
Then she drew Tomni to her knee, and told him the story of

George Washington and the cherly-tree. She asked him if he
would not try to be as good and truthful a boy as George. Tom
cried harder than ever, then; and promised that lie would never tell
another falsehood; and I don't think he ever did.

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at them a moment, and then ran around to the side of the hornet.
With a peculiar jump the ant bit the hornet in the side. The hor-
net did not seem to mind it very much, and went on pulling all the
harder at the caterpillar. The ant ran around to the other side, and
bit the hornet again. The hornet flew up about an inch, and came
back.. He was just going to take hold of the caterpillar, when the ant
bit him in the head, and he flew away disgusted. He left the cater-
pillar to the ant, who, with the help of the family, carried him to
their home.

"1. "I think,' said Mother
St I ab 2. Then forth she led them,
3. Pray tell me where you've
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Golden-Head, To all her children dear, -I think we'd batter be a ttir, Anid see how things ap-
one by one, Through fields and meadows sweet; A gayer troup of Golden-Heads 'Tis rare for one to
meet Good-orning, stress Golden-Head "Saidmodest Daisy White, "It seems to me I
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S pare." "I think I'\e on ly been asleep ; Yes, fast asleep," she said ; "And while I slept tlhe

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nev- er saw You look so fresh and bright."
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A BlIrHT little maiden,
over the way,
Is up from her pillow at
break of day.

Hands and face she washes,
and combs her hair:

she ties up with caree. .

When breakfast is done,
she washes the dishes, :l' i I
Then hurries away to know '''
mamma's wishes. '

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SShe brushes the chambers, the
stairs and hall,
Puts them in order,- and that
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,, ,dead leaves that fall,
.1 i And hastens again at mamma's
low call.
'i / i What more she is doing, I'm

sure I don't know.
If your mother kept boarders,
_\would you do so?

=" Her name, if I knew, I would
S tell it here;
'. But I think they do right to
"-.-- call her Dear."

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THE Imorning was sunshiny, lovely, and clear,
And two little wrens were both hovering near;
Chirping and warbling with wonderful zest,
Looking for some place to build them a nest.

They searched the veranda, examined the trees,
But never a place could they find that would please;
Till Mabel, whose eyes were as blue as the sky,
And very observing, their trouble did spy.

Then, quick as the thought darted through her wee head,
"I'll help you, dear birdies," she lispingly said;
" You just wait a minute, I'11 give you my shoe;
'T will make you a nice nest, as good as if new."

With much toil and trouble she undid the knot,
Took off the small shoe, and picked out a spot
Behind a large pillar; there tucked it away;
And soon she forgot it in innocent play.

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But the wrens chirped, "Why, here is a nest ready-made,
In the very best place, too, and quite in the shade "
They went to work quickly, without more ado,
To keep house like the woman that lived in a shoe."

When evening shades came, at the close of the day,
And dear little Mabel was tired of play,
She thought of the birdies, and went off alone,
To see, if she could, what the birdies had done.

With heads under their wings, the wrens were asleep;
Side by side, in the shoe, they were cuddled down deep;
Then, clapping her hands, Mabel said, "Keep my shoe;
My new ones I '11 wear, and this one's for you."


POLL PARROT belonged to a lady in Detroit. She lived in a great
house on Woodward Avenue.
Polly was a favorite. All the nice little children on the avenue
knew and loved Polly. On their way to school they would stop to
say, "Good morning, Mistress Polly,"
and to offer her a bit of cake or a
I i-r k.r' fri, tir,.'i Ii -.iIil'askets. For
I I tl',-h t'rii.:lnd v ltic.,_ tli,.v were amply
ii- ,l ,v! tl,,:-l l..i t i sayings which
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;S ',, ,inetiii:es in r~-usw\ er to a cheerful
-:, .--: l; .l ,nlllli,., l IiitreB Polly !" the
L ,' ir \ ild irwl out, G-o-o-d


SGood morning, don't bother a bird."
Polly's mistress lost the bulk of her fortune, and went to live in
another city.

When she was ready to move, a change came over Polly. She
grew moody and silent. To her little friends' greetings she would
scarce deign a reply.
At her new home her mood changed, but, alas! not for the better.
She now complained all the time; and the burden of her cry was
ever the same: Polly wants to go to Detroit, poor Polly wants
to goo to Detroit! "
So sad was the bird's moan, that a lady who lived across the street
had to close the front doors and windows of her house and retire to
the rear, that she might not hear it.
For fourteen days the poor creature sent forth her pitiful wail. She
refused food, and died with the half-finished petition upon her tongue:
" Poor Polly wants to go -"

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A DO at Lewes, near Brighton, has gained the name of Railway
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A DOG at Lewes, near Brighton, has gained the name of Railway
Jack, owing to his having travelled over most of the railways in
Jack jumps on a train that is just about to start, and while the
train is in motion he looks about the country as if he enjoyed the
ride. No doubt he does.


When the train stops, Jack jumps down and makes friends at once
with the station-master. He is well known to many station-masters
in England. Jack seldom visits any station more than once. He
is fond of change.
Some time ago Jack was away from his home at Lewes longer
than usual. His friends gave him up for lost, thinking lie had been
killed on some railway. But one day Jack came home, to the joy

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of all who knew him. His leg had been hurt by some train, which
had no doubt kept him so long from home.
The wife of the manager of the London and Brighton line gave
Jack a collar. Some one was mean enough to steal it. Judge
Hawkins, hearing of the loss when at Lewes, gave Jack another
collar, which he seems proud to wear. He has won prizes at several
exhibitions, many of which he wears at dog-slows.



THE little head droops like a broken blossom
Beneath the pelting of a sudden rain;
With bitter sobbing heaves the baby bosom;
The sweet lips wear the quivering curve of pain.
What sorrow moves the childish heart, -so heavy
She thinks it never will be light again ?

The violet eyes, all misty with their weeping,
Gaze dimly at an empty cage close by,
Between whose wires, while all the house was sleeping,
The petted bird found narrow room to fly,
And left the little mistress who had loved him,
To seek with joyous wing his own free sky.

The day is fair, and from the leafy shadows
The wild birds' merry morning carols ring.
Not all the sunshine in a thousand meadows
To one small grieving heart can brightness bring.
Not all the music of the mighty forest
Is sweet as was the song her bird could sing.

But when another happy dawn is breaking,
Her grief shall vanish with the shadows gray;
And of the young heart's unaccustomed aching
No other sign, save this alone, shall stay; -
To-morrow's smiles shall owe a deeper sweetness
To all the tearful trouble of to-day.



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Just then a man came into the yard with the lamb Ned and the
other children did not cry any more, you may be sure.
The black lamb was a very little thing; it had a line of white-
about its neck and feet, like a collar and cuffs.
The children called it a beauty," and a darling," and they
jumped up and down around it for joy. Pretty soon the lamb did
so too, jumping up and down on its little legs, stiffly but joyfully.
It grew very fond of Ned, and would follow him about all day. After
a while Ned's mamma noticed that his hair was jagged and stubby.
Why, Ned," she said, what is the matter with your hair? "
"My lambie eats it, mamma," said Ned. Lambie eats it, and
he likes it so much; just as well as he does hay! "
This was true: when the little boy sat with his book, or lay in
the shade, the lamb would come up and lovingly nibble his hair. By
and by lambie grew large, and le took a fancy to dance a stately
minuet on the baby whenever it toddled out on the lawn. So the-

mother had to send him off to the field, some miles from town. Poor
Ned sadly missed his playmate, and his little heart was full of grief.
Some weeks after, when a flock of sheep went by, his mamma
heard him say to the driver: "Please have you a little black lamb

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with a white collar round its ne ll od i js tl ne


THIS wee bit lady
Has a wee bit bonnet;
'T is made of dainty needlework
With a broad frill upon it, -
A Mother Hubbard bonnet!
The ruffle flutters round her face,
And every breeze that blows
Whispers, what a funny place
To find a white Scotch rose,-

A fresh-blown, white Scotch rose !

This wee bit lady
Has a wee bit gown,
From the yoke down,y

A Mother Hubbard gownnet!
And when she toddles on the walk
Andith small uncertain feet,
Whispers, Ah, what a funny place

No ros wee upon its swaying stalk
Was ever half so sweet,
So bonny fair and n sweet.

A Mother Hubbard gown !
And when she toddles on thle walk

No rose upon its swaying stalk
Was ever half so sweet,
So bonny fair and sweet.


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S- machinery as its mind can use. If it
.- .l knows a good deal, he gives it a good
'- deal of machinery; and if little, he
.gives it but little.
Some animals do a great deal of
.. tlilLini.. about what they see, hear, and feel; very
",. lit. .,- you do, only that you know more. Your
'' .. ..' i.at knows a great deal more than an oyster;
t. lil:-i;..'- your pets are given paws and claws and
S teeth, for their minds to use.
I once knew a cat that was born in the spring-time after the
snow was all gone. When the first storm came the next winter,

Snow fell in the night and was more than a foot deep. Of' course
had never seen it before. When she came out in
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snow fell in the night and was more than a foot deep. Of 'course
" Smutty Nose" had never seen it before. When she came out in


the morning, she looked at it with very curious eyes, just as you
would look at anything new; very likely she thought how clean
and white and pretty it was.
After looking at it awhile, she began to poke at it with first one
paw and then the other, several times, to see how it felt. Then she
,gathered some up between her paws, as much as she could hold, and
threw it up in the air over her head; then ran swiftly all round the
yard, making the snow fly like feathers wherever she went. Now
do you not believe pussy was thinking and feeling just as you boys
and girls feel when you see the first snow, to know anything about
it? I do. Her mind was very busy in her little brain in these
-sports, just as your mind is in your sports; and she enjoyed it, in
her way, just as much.

MABEL was a good little girl, but she did not like to study. She
toldd her mother she could walk and talk, and she didn't want to
Her mother was sorry to hear her little girl talk in that way.


She told Mabel how foolish she would feel to grow up and know
Mabel said she would like to learn if it was not such hard work.
One morning Mabel lay on the floor with her book in her hand.
She said, Mamma, I don't think other little girls have such hard
times studying."
"I know my little girl is not very stupid," said her mother. "If
you would study your lesson instead of thinking how hard it is, you
would soon get through, Mabel. Put your book away now, and I
will give you a lesson without any book."
Mabel was delighted to put her book down. She did not know
what her mother could mean. They put on their hats and walked a
great distance. At last they came to a shady yard with a large
stone building in it. Mabel's mother asked to go to the school-
room. They were taken into a large room. Many little girls were
seated in a row, with books in their hands.
"Now, Mabel," said her mother, see how nicely those little girls
Mabel looked at their books and said, Mamma, they are not
studying, for their books have no letters in them."
Mabel's mother then asked for one of the books, and showed it to
her. There were no black letters in the book. Mabel felt the page,
and found that it was rough. Her mother told her it was covered
with raised letters.
The teacher told one of the little girls to read for Mabel. The
pupil ran her fingers over the page, and read nicely. Mabel then
learned that the poor little girls were blind, and could only read by
feeling the letters.
Mabel told her mother that she had enjoyed her lesson without
any book very much, but she was so sorry for the little blind'
girls. Her lessons would not seem hard again, when she thought
of them.


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