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VAIN LITTLE VI'C
AND OTHER STORIES
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FRANKLIN AND HAWLEY STREETS
D. LOTHROP COMPANY.
VAIN LITTLE VIC.
'*i; THINK the trouble grew
out of her name. If it had
been Susy, or even Min-
t nie, I believe she would
-il-hav"\e been a different girl. But
Sher romantic mamma had named
her "Victoria Marie Antoinette."
Little Vie was a nice sensible baby, and
a very good little girl, indeed, until she
began to re 4d and ask questions: then she
found she had the same name as the
,Queen of England, and soon after she
found she was named after two queens,
her middle name being that of one of the
loveliest queens France ever had,
VAIN LITTLE VIC.
So little Vic began to dream of queens,
and palaces, and court dresses, and grand
balls, and to wish that at least she was a
young princess who might some day be-
come a queen.
These fine fancies took such hold of her
that she spent hours in her room with her
hand-mirror, arranging her hair fancifully,
and draping herself with her velvet cloak,
trying to look as romantic and princess-
like as possible.
In fact, she is almost spoiled by her
day dreams. She cares for nothing but
dress. She wouldn't give a penny for the
sweetest rose that ever blew unless she
could have it to place in her hair. She
gives herself airs when she speaks or moves,
and considers herself much better than
other girls. No one wishes her for a com-
panion. She is known as "Vain little
THE FROG'S COMPLAINT.
Oh dear I wish I had something to eat
If I want a bug I must leave my seat.
Why can't my dinner be brought to me here ?
I'm too tired to stir. Oh dear! oh dear!
I shall jump my legs off, then what'll I do ?
You old frogs wouldn't care, not one of you.
Well, I must hop; but I'll move very slow;.
I mist have my dinner, so here I go.
BERT AND NATTIE'S TRAVELS.
BERT, Nattie wants to walk."
Where shall we go ? asked the elder
Le's go way off," answered Nattie.
We'll travel same's papa does, and see
lots of things," proposed the wise Bert.
Bert mus'n't lose Nattie."
No, I'll take care of you ;" and the
two little fellows left the yard, hand in
hand. The elder was not quite five, yet
he felt fully equal to the task of caring for
his baby brother.
Nattie could not walk very fast ; but this
did not trouble Bert much, except when he
wished to cross the road. Then, if he hap-
pened to see a carriage coming, he would
hurry Nattie across so fast, that a tumble
in the dust and dirt was the usual result.
SNattie cared nothing for a tumble, now
and then, but when the dust filled his eyes,
BER T AND IA T TI E'S TRA VELS.
nose and mouth, he couldn't help shedding
a few dirty tears. But he winked hard and
stopped them as quickly as possible.
SHere's some posies, Nattie. Want
some ?" asked Bert as he was about to put
his foot on a cluster of dandelions.
Put them on Nattie's hat, same's Alice
BERT AND NA TTIE'S TRA VELS.
do;" and the little torn and dirty straw
hats were lifted from the curly heads; and
a golden wreath, made after a wonderful
fashion, was put around them by the two
boys, as they sat upon the stones in the
cool shade of an old board fence.
"What noise's that?" asked Bert as
he turned round and tried to look through
the cracks in the boards. O Nattie,
there's something behind this fence Peek
through that big hole there," he cried,
suddenly, as his merry blue eyes opened
Be it a bear, Bert ?" asked Nattie, in
No, 'taint a bear. Folks don't keep
ears. Bears live in the woods."
Woods off mile," said little Nattie, in
a tone of relief.
"Oh! There comes two little ones!"
exclaimed Bert. I'm going to climb up
on the fence and see what 'tis."
BERT AND NATTIE'S TRAVELS.
Soon his brown curls appeared above
the boards. The first thing he saw was
the two large, bright eyes of the deer look-
ing directly into his.
Climb up, Nattie, and see them," said
Bert, not a bit frightened.
Nattie just peeped over, then started
back, saying, Nattie's 'fraid! go home,
"I want to see these two little ones. The
big one's clever, Nattie. Oh, he most
touched my hand with his nose!"
But Nattie was so anxious to go home,
that Bert jumped down, saying, "We'll go
home now, and travel more to-morrow."
"Mamma, what's that behind the high
fence ?" asked Bert, when he got home.
"If you mean Mr. Curtis's, he has some
deer there. But you haven't been so far
with Nattie, have you ?"
We've been traveling, mamma," an-
swered Bert, soberly.
THE LITTLE FISHERMAN.
DOESN'T Burpielook like a little fisher-
man, with his net, his pail of shells, and his
He does not live near the shore all the
time, only for a few months in the sum-
mer. But he enjoys the water so much,
that papa gave him this name.
When papa starts for the city in the
morning he always asks, What's my little
fisherman going to do to-day? "
"Guess I'll pick up some shells," is
usually Burpie's answer.
"Why, Burpie, what will you do with
so many ? asked papa, one day.
"Can't I carry them home? he asked
wistfully, for he loved every tiny shell in
the large pile he had collected.
Papa did not like to disappoint his little
boy, and yet he thought it was not best to
take all to the city.
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I'll tell you, Burpie, what you can do,"
he said at last; I will bring you a nice
box to-night, and you can pick out the
prettiest shells and fill it. You shall carry
the box-full home."
They are all pretty, papa."
"Every single one, Burp? I think
there must be some homely ones. But
we'll wait till night and see."
When papa came home with the box, he
found that Burpie had picked out enough
to fill two or three boxes.
"There, fill that with the best and hand-
somest," papa said as he handed him the
box before entering the house.
Soon Burpie ran in, saying, "O papa, I
can't get half in that little box Can't I
have two boxes ?"
That is large enough, my boy, for all
the shells you will need. I'll help you pick
them over. That will do, won't it ?"
".Oh, yes." Burpie was satisfied now.
Now, little boys, what do you suppose
this is a picture of? It is a sea-urchin;
one of the most curious animals which live
in the ocean.
It has a great number of spines which
stand out in all directions; these are very
delicate and beautiful. The children on
some of the South Sea islands use these
spines for slate-pencils, after they have been
slightly burned. It has tube-like feet, which
it can thrust out, even beyond its spines.
"PLEASE will you buy my flowers ?"
asked lame Johnie when he came to a house
where a very pleasant-faced lady stood look-
No; I don't need to buy flowers. I
have a garden full now," she answered.
Johnie was a little disappointed, as this
was the first time he had asked that day.
But he was a happy little fellow, not easily
discouraged, so he said cheerily, -
But these are wild, fresh and pretty."
The lady could not help smiling, he
looked up so cheerfully. Johnie saw this
and asked with an answering smile, -
Won't you please take one bunch? "
Well, perhaps I will as they are wild
ones. Come in and rest a few minutes.
You must be tired walking so far."
Yes'm ; I'm tired a little," he answered
as he sat down.
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What do you ask for your flowers ? "
Five cents for these, but I have some
violets for two cents."
I must have the violets, too, for I al-
ways liked them when I was a child."
"Will you please give me a drink of
water ?" said Johnie as he rose to go.
Certainly, my boy," and she started for
the water, then turned back and asked, Do
you like milk ?"
She came back with a pitcher of water
and a tumbler of milk. She handed the
milk to Johnie, saying, -
Drink that first. It will do you good."
Thank you. It's so nice!" and Johnie
looked up gratefully.
You must drink it every day, if you
like it so well."
Mother don't have but little, and baby
wants most all of that," he answered, with
a smile as sunny as ever.
My dear boy, I wish you lived near
me; you should have all the milk you could
I live most a mile away," was Johnie's
answer as he limped to the door.
Won't you tell me your name? "
It's Johnie Hobart. Though most
everybody calls me Lame Johnie."
Oh! you belong to the Hobart family,
that moved into that little house on the
corner, a few weeks ago."
Yes'm, we live there; mother, and baby,
and I. It's large enough for us."
Don't you go to school ?"
Yes'm; I go all I can. I must help
"What can you do to help, Johnie?"
"I pick flowers and sell them. And some-
times I take care of baby and she washes."
I'll call soon and see your mother,
Johnie. Good-by now."
"Good-by," said Johnie as he left the yard.
FRANK'S NEW BOOK.
FRANK'S papa gave him a beautiful new
book full of pictures, his last birthday.
That was only three weeks ago.
He was very careful of it, for he wished
to keep it clean and nice, as he did all his
books and toys.
Frank's little brother Dannie, who was
only two years old, liked the looks of the
book, also. Frank, showed him the pict-
ures, but he never let him take it alone.
He was very careful not to leave it in his
One day Dannie seemed more anxious
than usual to take Frank's book. "Fank's
book! Fank's book!" he kept saying.
You may get it, Frank, and show him
the pictures once," said mamma, then put
it away. Dannie isn't old enough to take
such a book himself.
Frank got it, and turned leaf after leaf
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FRANK'S NEW BOOK.
slowly and patiently, telling his little
brother about each picture as well as he
could. But when he wanted to put it away
Dannie wasn't ready.
See more! see more!" he cried.
That is enough, Frank. Put it away
now; and, although Dannie cried bitterly,
it was carried away.
After a while, however, he forgot all
about it, mamma thought. But Dannie's
memory was good; and, when he spied the
door open, for a few minutes, into the room
where Frank kept the book, he went in and
looked all around until he found it.
No one saw him as he went it, but
mamma soon missed her little boy, and
when she found him he was sitting upon
the floor with the new book open in his
Fank's book good Dannie wead !"
he said as soon as he saw mamma.
0 Dannie, mamma's so sorry he's got
FRANK'S NEW BOOK.
Frank's nice book! See the dirty spots!
Dannie's little fingers were not clean enough
to take this. And here's one page all torn.
What will brother Frank say ?"
Dannie don't! Dannie don't!"
"I'm afraid he will cry, too, when he
sees his new book spoiled."
Dannie ki and both fat hands were
rubbing his eyes as Frank came in.
0 mamma, has Dannie had my book ?"
he asked as he sprang to her side.
Yes, dear. I'm very sorry, but try and
forgive him, and speak pleasantly, for he's
only a baby, you know."
He's a-" commenced Frank, but
mamma put her hand over his mouth.
After one glance at the book, Frank hid
his face on mamma's shoulder. Dannie
cried with him, and it seemed to do him
good, for he never injured Frank's books
I THINK these birds must be arranging
for a concert, there is such a party of them
Shouldn't you like to listen to them, if
they ever get ready to sing? They all
seem to be looking around for something.
Perhaps their leader is behind time.
Several birds are standing in the water.
I guess their throats feel dry after practic-
ing so much for the concert, so they take
a sip of water now and then. Of course,
all wish to be in fine singing order, when
word is given to commence. The first song
must be good, at least.
One mother-bird is just peeping out of
her cunning little nest. She wishes to get
her baby-birds to sleep before she leaves
them, I suppose. Well, we are sure of
one thing, they have a splendid hall to sing
in, and we hope it will be a success.
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"Now, Isabel Augusta, do lay still and
have a good nap, for your mamma's so
awful tired she can't sit up another single
Ina quickly laid her head upon the
cushion after making this motherly speech
to her doll.
She shut her eyes a few moments, then
with a deep sigh she opened them, saying:
Oh, dear, what a troublesome child
Isabel Augusta is." Then she trotted the
doll a little, but I suppose it did no good,
for she turned her over on her face and
patted her back a few times, as she said
with a long-drawn breath of relief, -
"There! I guess you'll feel better now.
What trials mothers that have children do
Then she laid her head upon the cushion
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MOTHER, can I go to the ship-yard and
see them launch the ship this afternoon ? "
asked Jack Lee.
No, Jack; father and I both thought
it was best for you to stay at home."
But I want to go. Why can't I ?"
fou are too small to go alone, and
your father can't leave his work to-day, or
he would go with you."
Oh dear, I can't never go anywhere!"
cried disappointed Jack.
Oh, yes you can, Jack. You remem-
ber the sail you took with father only last
week. And if it is pleasant to-morrow
morning he will row you out to the ship."
I'd rather go with the other boys this
Well, say no more about it now. You
can see out on the big rock very well. You
can go there this afternoon."
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"I'd rather go close up to it."
"There is often danger so near. But
don't think any more about it. Run out
and play now with Bruno."
Jack knew it would do no good to ask
again, so when the hour for the launch
came, he went out to the big rock and sat
down with a very sober face.
I wish I could go! Oh, dear, I wish
I was there now! he said to himself.
He could see very nicely where he was.
Yet the pleasure he might have had in
watching the ship glide into the water, was
all spoiled by his continually wishing for
what he could not have.
Jack sat upon the rock until the people
had nearly all gone, then he went slowly
Been out on the rocks to see the ship
launched, Jack?" asked his father, pleas-
antly, as he came near the house.
Couldn't see anything," was Jack's un-
Then you must have shut your eyes,"
for you could see nicely there," replied his
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