Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Title Page
 Washing day
 To school
 Poor Madge
 Sour grapes
 The little lamb that strayed
 Family cares
 An expensive ball
 Wise grandmamma
 Who knows
 A little new friend
 Daisies and buttercups
 I'm coming down
 A pleasant afternoon
 A "fresh air fund" house
 The ride
 The new pet
 Where the lunch went
 At low tide
 A well boy again
 Not so gentle after all
 Fluffy's laudable intention
 The lesson
 Pollie's comforter
 In the pasture
 Sing, little birdie, sing...
 Sulky Fido
 My baby
 Sick chickens
 The tug of war
 The new saddle
 Coming night
 Back Cover

Title: Good times for the little ones
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 Material Information
Title: Good times for the little ones
Physical Description: 48 p. : ill. ; 25 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Brine, Mary D ( Mary Dow )
Cassell & Company ( Publisher )
W. L. Mershon & Co ( Printer )
Publisher: Cassell & Company
Place of Publication: New York ;
London ;
Paris ;
Manufacturer: W.L. Mershon & Co.
Publication Date: c1887
Subject: Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1887   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1887   ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1887
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
Statement of Responsibility: by Mary D. Brine.
General Note: Contains prose and verse.
Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
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Bibliographic ID: UF00055347
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 - 002222893
notis - ALG3139
oclc - 69242768

Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Cover 1
        Cover 2
    Front Matter
        Page 1
        Page 2
    Title Page
        Page 3
        Page 4
        Page 5
        Page 6
        Page 7
        Page 8
    Washing day
        Page 9
    To school
        Page 9
        Page 10
        Page 11
    Poor Madge
        Page 12
        Page 13
    Sour grapes
        Page 14
    The little lamb that strayed
        Page 15
        Page 16
    Family cares
        Page 17
        Page 18
    An expensive ball
        Page 19
        Page 20
    Wise grandmamma
        Page 21
    Who knows
        Page 22
    A little new friend
        Page 23
    Daisies and buttercups
        Page 24
    I'm coming down
        Page 25
    A pleasant afternoon
        Page 26
    A "fresh air fund" house
        Page 27
    The ride
        Page 28
    The new pet
        Page 29
        Page 30
    Where the lunch went
        Page 31
    At low tide
        Page 32
    A well boy again
        Page 33
        Page 34
    Not so gentle after all
        Page 35
    Fluffy's laudable intention
        Page 36
    The lesson
        Page 37
    Pollie's comforter
        Page 38
        Page 39
    In the pasture
        Page 40
    Sing, little birdie, sing to me
        Page 41
    Sulky Fido
        Page 42
    My baby
        Page 43
        Page 44
    Sick chickens
        Page 45
    The tug of war
        Page 46
    The new saddle
        Page 47
    Coming night
        Page 48
    Back Cover
        Cover 1
        Cover 2
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A makes your apple, and asks you and Ann
To take a good bite of it, dear, when you can.

B begins for you the spelling of Bee.
Which buzzes so busily for you, you see.

C calls the cat, which is catching the mice,
Who nibble your cake and cheese in a trice.

D dines with you when to dinner you go,
And helps digest what you're eating, you know.

E gives you eggs which at breakfast you eat,
And each of you have one so fresh and so sweet.

F finds afis for you, frog, fox or fly,
Perhaps a few more things if for them you try.

G goes before an old goose, you must know,
And helps young goslings by making them grow.

H makes the hen which those nice eggs will lay,
As I said, for your breakfast so hearty each day.

I is in ink which the inn-keeper lends
To you and your sister to write to your friends.

J is for 7enny, who wanted the jam,
And got it because "she was danma's wee lamb."

K is for kitten, and kitty, and kit,
Try what more words that same letter will fit.

L begins Lucy, who looks at this book,
And likes so to read it in some cozy nook.

M makes mamma's little Mary, a midget
Of just five years old, who is oft in a fidget.

N hides in you when you're naughty or nice,
Take from the last word, and you will have ice.

O is for orange, for oar, and for owl,
And when you are cross you will find it in scowl.

P paints your pail a pretty fale fink,
And puts you in fine pleasant humor, I think.

made you queer when you questioned, you know,
Why quinces already preserved didn't grow.

R finds you ready to rise and run round
To where the red roses so freely abound,

seats you still when you study your sums,
And sees you stealing grandpa's fine plums.

T ties your bow, when you try to look fine,
And tells you that tidiness all things outshine.

U stands for urn, and for under, and up,
And uses you well when it helps you to sup.

V is the vase which you broke for mamma,
And verily vexed her, and worried papa.

W is what you must use when you wind

The watch which was given by papa so kind.

X is for xylophone, (what a big word!)
And the music's the funniest ever you heard.

Y is for you while you're young, and in youth
You should be growing in goodness and truth.

Z is the "zed" of the alphabet, so
Lessons are over, my dear, you may go.



WASHING DAY has come again,
Heigh ho! how tired am I
Hold the baby, sister dear,
Doz't let her fret and cry.

Soon her dress will all be clean,
Heigh ho! how glad I'll be,
When it's aired she'll put it on,
And take a walk with me.
Scrub, rub, rub and scrub!
I Soap-suds fly away!
SBack and forth and up and down,
T Heigh ho! for washing day.


S To school, to school,
To follow the rule,
"I And stick to book and pen;
In his ulster so long,
-- Steps steady and strong,
TO SCHOOL. Goes scholarly Jim again.


WASHING DAY has come again,
Heigh ho! how tired am I
Hold the baby, sister dear,
Doz't let her fret and cry.

Soon her dress will all be clean,
Heigh ho! how glad I'll be,
When it's aired she'll put it on,
And take a walk with me.
Scrub, rub, rub and scrub!
I Soap-suds fly away!
SBack and forth and up and down,
T Heigh ho! for washing day.


S To school, to school,
To follow the rule,
"I And stick to book and pen;
In his ulster so long,
-- Steps steady and strong,
TO SCHOOL. Goes scholarly Jim again.



NELLIE is only a little girl of eight years, but a great
help and comfort to mamma. She learned how to hem

towels last winter. Her mother praised her for being
so quick and willing to learn, and gave her a surprise
party on her birthday.
Nellie was delighted. "I think surprises are worth
having, don't you, mamma?" she asked, when it (the
party) was all over. "Yes, indeed, Nellie," was the
answer, "when they are really pleasant surprises, and
given from a kind feeling." Nellie remembered that,
and some time afterward when mamma was taken ill,
and kept in bed a whole day so that she could not sew
or finish the work in her basket, the little daughter
planned a "surprise" for her mother, and how she did
tug and sew on that pile of napkins which lay in the
work-basket down stairs. She just sat down and hemmed,
as neatly as she knew how, six fine napkins, large ones,
too, and folded them neatly in the basket again. Next
day, when mamma was well and sat down to work,
Nellie heard her say, "Oh, I wish I hadn't all these
napkins to hem, I'm so tired !" The little girl laughed
softly, and waited to see what would happen. Mamma
looked at first one then another. "Why, I didn't sew
these," she exclaimed, "what does it mean?" and then
she heard a little snicker, and turned round'in time to
see Nellie darting from the room. "Oh, ho! so it was
my little comfort girl who did it," she cried. So it all
came out, and that is how Nellie gave mamma a surprise
which, mamma said, was the nicest she had ever had.


I DONT know which hurts Madge more to-day, her
cold or her conscience. She has had time to decide
the question, for she has lain three or four long hours in
bed, and the doctor thinks she may have to keep there

for a week. How did it happen? She is telling her
friend Lucy, so listen.
I went to walk, and mamma said not to paddle in the
brook because it was too chilly. I made believe I
didn't hear her command, and then I wouldn't have to tell
a story if I should happen to feel like paddling. Well, I
got so warm, and the brook was so cool, and the first thing
I knew I was in it paddling about. I didn't feel com-
fortable, because I had heard mamma, though I pre-
tended I hadn't, and so when I came out of the water
and was so awfully cold, I thought I would run home
and not tell any thing about it, but the troubled feeling
in my heart and the cold I took both upset me and
made me very sick, and so here I am. I have told
mamma all about it, and my heart feels better, but not
as it did before I disobeyed and deceived her. I tell
you, Lucy, it never pays for any child to be deceitful or
So now you know how Madge got sick and why.
Do you wonder she has two pains to bear?

" SUCH a doll! I wouldn't have it,
With its trailing baby dress !
Pooh a dolly twice as handsome
Could have for asking, Bess.
Needn't ask me if it's pretty,
No, I do not care to wait,
I am in an awful hurry,
If you keep me I'll be late."
Off went Nannie, proud lip curling,
Head uplifted in disdain,
Bessie hugged her dolly closely,
Laughing over truth so plain.
"Nan was envious, Dolly darling,
'Twasn't aught of wrong in you,
But the trouble lay in Nannie,
Ske would like to own you too."


'THE little lamb had strayed away.
All softly came the close of day,
And mother-eyes were wide apart
With fear that strained her anx-
ious heart,
And drove the smile from lips so
And grew into a fierce affright.
__ .---The daisied
fields were
hunted o'er,
The shadowy
lanes the
wide spread
The river bank
was searched
in vain,
No little voice
replied again.
To calls and cries sent far and near,
And rousing every other fear.

But Rover came, the neighbor's dog,
And started off with steady jog
To where the hay-field stretched away,
All empty in the twilight gray
Save for the haymows standing high
Beneath the overshadowing sky.
Straight to the largest Rover went,
Guided by his unerring scent,
And where a little nook was made
He paused and barked for human aid.
For there within her fragrant nest
The straying lammie lay at rest.
While o'er her fell the drying grass,
Safe hiding there, the little lass.
Oh, tender lamb! she woke in tears,
At Rover's bark, but all her fears
Were stilled when mother's arms at last
Reached down to lift and hold her fast.
And to the fold the lamb was brought,
So long with grief and patience sought.
And added love all hearts obeyed,
For the wee little lamb that strayed.


II bad enough when a
real mother of a real
live lot of youngsters
has to shoulder them the
cares, I mean, not the young-

sters-but when the little
mamma of a family of dolls
has the burden of such cares
to bear upon a pair of plump
shoulders, really there is no
word in the English diction-
ary sufficiently expressive of its hardships. Live dolls
can wriggle into their clothes themselves, and can walk

on their own feet, and can talk to their mother now and
then, and tell her how sorry they are for soiling their
little clean dresses and things, and she has the satis-
faction when she spanks them of knowing that they
know what she's aboul, and that they are getting
just what they deserve, and there's a solid satisfaction
in feeling that you're talking to ears that hear, and eyes
that see, and lips that can kiss back when they are
kissed. But the mother of dolls has no such pleasure.
She has to wash and iron soiled clothing, for which not
a single doll seems to be sorry. She has to hold them
with one hand while she wriggles on their clothes for
them with the other. She spanks them and they smile
on despite the affliction, and haven't the least idea they're
being spanked. She kisses them and they take all they
can get of kisses, giving none in return. She takes
them out to walk and has either to carry them in her
arms, or grab them by their arms. In fact, the family
cares of a doll-mamma are too harrowing for us to con-
tinue to speak about, so we will drop the subject.
Little girls, do you love your dollies as much as
mamma loves you ?



IF Katie and Jack had gone directly on to the village
with their errand and the dollar their mother gave them,
they would not have gotten into trouble. Let's play
ball," said Jack. "All right, where's your ball?" replied
Katie. "Why, this will do, won't it ?" Jack asked,
tossing up the silver dollar and catching it in his hand
cleverly. S'pose we lose it ?" said Katie doubtfully.
" Fiddle, who's going to lose any thing?" came the scorn-
ful answer. So the game of silver-dollar-ball began,
Katie walking on one side of the road and Jack the
other, keeping the dollar in the air between them. It

was all very nice for awhile, but alas! one unlucky high
"pitch on Jack's part sent the ball glistening high over
a brook, into which it presently fell with a splash, and
hid itself away at once.

"Here's a pretty muss!
Won't there be a fuss!"

sang Jack, never doubting but he could find it in a min-
ute. But no such good fortune befell the two. The
brook was deep in the center, and ran so rapidly that
the waters were not clear.
They looked, and waded about, but nowhere could
they find their silver ball." And the result was that
two pairs of reluctant feet turned homeward at the end
of half an hour, and were an uncommonly long time in
reaching the mother's side.
Never mind what happened then. You may guess
that out, but you may know that they considered their
game to have been played with too expensive a ball.

M, ; r


SNow, grandma, do you think Tom is right ? I had
two nice peaches and I put them way up on a high shelf
to eat myself, and there Tom has found them, and has
eaten them both. Don't you think him a very selfish
boy ?"
Grandma was silent. She closed her book and laid
her spectacles down.
Bess began to feel a little uncomfortable.
Grandma said, Well, Bess, I can not saythat he was
generous, but I know some one who was not generous
too. Why did you not give one peach to your brother,

and keep one for yourself, instead of hiding both ? Oh,
yes, my dear, I am afraid Tom is not the only selfish
Then Bess felt that grandma spoke truly, and soon
she went to Tom and told him what she had heard from
grandma's wise lips. Then Tom felt mortified and--
well the end was that the brother and sister made a reso-
lution not to be selfish ever again. Andgrandmawatched
their good endeavors and encouraged them with her
cheerful words. Oh, yes, a grandma is a lovely bless-
ing in a house.


WHEN children turn
their backs to you,
You can't tell where y" -- -
they're going to.
And if they will be
Why, then, 'twill "-> "
serve them only -. -
right, ,
To let them go, nor care a dime,
But turn our backs to them this time.


ONE morning as Susie and Dot were wandering
about the yard, feeding the puppies and kittens, they
saw a little girl looking at them through their big gate.
Come in, little girl, and see our pretty flowers," said
Susie, pushing open the gate.
The little stranger came in gladly, with her doll in
her arms.
"What a pretty yard you have!" said she. "My
mamma and I have one, too, only it is small. See my
doll. She's pretty, isn't she ? She has black hair.
Her name is Emmaline Belinda Sarah Jane Smith-
my name's Smith, Peggy Smith."

"Well," said Dot, peeping out from behind her
sister's c ress, "I've got a doll, too, but she hasn't such
a lovely name. Her name is only Meg, but I love her
all the same."
And so the new friends talked, and after that day
little Peggie and Susie and Dot were always together,
and Peggie never forgot how kindly her new friends had
received her that first day.

HEIGH-HO daisies and buttercups
Dollie and Daisy will weave for a chain.
Heigh-ho, dear little
.-. ^. lassies-O !

\- Summer has come for
their pleasure
X* .-1 again.
Heigh-ho, birdies and
Singing and winging their bright merry way!
Heigh-ho! laughing so merrily,
Wee little girls in the meadows at play.


HAL-LOO Look where I am. What do you think
I came up for? Why I meant to rob a squirrel's nest
up here. I saw the mother run up this tree yesterday
and so I came to-day on purpose to get the young ones.

But I'm not going to take them at all, oh no It would
be too cruel! The little things are so happy up here,
so, look out, I'm coming down. Hal-loo!


How could it be pleasant when rain was falling heavily
outside? But Jo said it was as pleasant an afternoon
as he had ever passed. This is why. Sister Mary sat
down in her rocker and opened Jo's favorite book and
read, story after story, all the hours between luncheon
and dinner, and Jo, seated in a little cricket, listened
and listened. And why did Mary do this ? because
Jo was suffering with mumps and could not go out.

WHAT a lovely old house this is! It is a very quiet
place during the long cold winter, but in the summer
every thing is different. The air rings with the shouts
of happy boys and girls. But where are those boys
and girls in the winter? I will tell you. They are all
scattered in crowded tenement houses in New York.
They have to breathe impure air and are uncomfortable
every day. Their parents are very poor, and every thing
seems unhappy. But when summer comes these poor
little children are gathered together by some kind people
and are sent away into the country for a few days to romp
and eat good food and have a happy time altogether,
and the money which pays their expenses is called the


"Fresh Air Fund," and is given by kind people. And
people who have their homes in the country are glad to
take in these little ones for the time, and sometimes a
boy or girl is adopted by the kind farmer's wife, and
never has to go back to the old city life again. And
this is why the house of which I write is surrounded
by happy boys and girls. Its owner, kind farmer
Brown, is always ready to receive "fresh air" children.

UP and down on
Neddy's back,
Taking turns they
SPart the time with trot
so fast,
Part with pace so
'Little sisters side by
Sharing each the fun
and ride.
Neddy thinks, "it can't hurt me,
But gives the children fun, you see."
And so he lends himself that they
May happy be this pleasant day.


Lucy has a new pet. Her old pets do not exactly
like it, but Bunny, gentle little Bunny, does not seem
to notice their cross looks, but eats the fresh green leaves
offered by Lucy. Old Rover thinks: Dear, dear, I
hope Lucy will not love that small rabbit better than
she does me." Puss thinks: I wonder if that rabbit
can be a cousin of mine. She has fur and so have I.
I am afraid that Lucy will think she is prettier than I

am." The two canaries flutter about and examine the
new-comer. They think she is very pretty. And little
Bunny looks at them all gently, and very soon all the
pets, old and new, are firm friends, and all love their
little mistress dearly.


OUTSIDE the gate,
though all
within is fair
With beauty
which is giving
her no share.
She only stands
to gaze with
glad surprise,
At charms which
seem to mock
h- e.her wistful
But lo! the gate is opened. Lily stands
To beckon the poor girl with eager hands.
Ah! pleasures shared always the brighter grow,
And Lily's tender heart will find it so.


SWAN are looking
about for a
summer home.
Theywere just
about deciding
on acool,pretty
spot when a
row-boat came
along with
n some children
and their
nurse in it.
SMr. and Mrs.
Swan were frightened
at first, but when they
saw little bits of cake floating on the water and noticed
the pretty smiles on the children's faces, they felt at ease.
again, and enjoyed the treat of cake. Then the children
went off into the woods leaving a lunch-basket on a seat
of the boat. When they came back, where was the
lunch ? not in the basket. They looked for the swans
and away they were skurrying like two guilty people,
and guilty they were, for all the nice bread and cake
had disappeared down their throats. Naughty Mr. and
Mrs. Swan!

I .. -._ -:. .


FRED is in his usual summer home. He always says,
"You may have the country, only give me the rocky

coast." And who does not love to be on the rocky shore,
watching the "breaking waves dash high," and running
from the dashing spray? And then at low tide what
fun it-is to wade into the clear pools and find star-fish
and se'a-urchins, with their waving feathers, and peri-
winkles in' their pretty shells, and crabs-but no, no one
wants to pick up crabs.
Yes, Fred is happy, and will be all summer long.


LITTLE Bennie Gray doesn't look like a very robust
boy, does lhe? The little fellow has been very ill. As
he lay on his bed burning with fever he would say at
times, "Dear mamma, if I could only see the green
grass and hear the wild birds sing I should feel quite
well, I know." So as soon as it was safe to move him
he was taken to a cozy old farm-house in the beautiful
country. Then how quickly his strength came back, and
the rose to his cheek and the sparkle to his blue eyes,
and soon boy Bennie is rushing like a crazy boy over
hill and dale. And Farmer Spink calls him "His
fine little feller," and very happy is Bennie now, and
happy is mamma, too; in watching her boy's de-



LAMBS and sheep are generally very gentle animals,
and you often hear the simile As gentle as a lamb."
But a funny thing happened once to a lady from the
city. She adored sheep, and raved about the gentleness
of Dear little lammies." One day she was walking in
the road beside a pasture where a number of cunning
looking little lambs were peacefully lying beside their
dams-the mothers. "Oh you dear, darling gentle
little things she exclaimed. I must go in and hug
you and your pretty mothers!" Better keep away,"''"
growled the old farmer. Mebbe they ain't so gentle
as you give 'em credit for." But she insisted that noth-
ing was as gentle and meek as a lamb, and over the bars
she went with outstretched arms and sweet smile towards
the lambs. Up they jumped, and in two minutes one
of them-the meekest looking lamb of them all-ran up


and knocked the lady down flat on the ground, and in
another two minutes she had picked herself up and was
back on the safe side of the fence, while the farmer
laughed at her and the lambs turned their backs on her.
Ever since then if you ask that lady how she likes her
lamb, roasted or otherwise ? she will say -- On the
other side the fence, thank you."


FLUFFY meant to be so smart 'Twixt you and me, I think the one
That every one would say, Which showed the greatest sense,
"How clever Fluffy grows, you see, Was just the tiny little mouse
More clever every day." Which gave full evidence
But-" just before she did," alas! That she knew what she was about,
She didn't," that's the sting And-just as Fluffy jumped
That made her blush and hide away And reached the spot where mousey was-
Just like a guilty thing. Into the hole she plumped.


NOT a mouthful of dinner, sir, till you bark for it."
Trip could sit on his haunches, but he didn't know what
it meant, nor how to ask for dinner. He was only a
little common terrier, and Tom had never tried to train
him. He was only teasing him now, and Trip didn't
see any fun in it. There was the dinner waiting in the

basket. Tom was hungry, so was Trip. But Tom was
obstinate, so was Trip, and while the lesson for Trip
went on, a lesson for T om was coming up behind, for
behold a cow came along and without ceremony seized
the basket and overturned its contents into the brook in
her endeavor to get some of the food. So Tom had
better not wasted time in teasing Trip, since he paid so
dearly for it. And after all was no better off in the end
than poor Trip himself.


SING, little birdie, Where did you come from?
Sing in your glee; Where is your nest ?
Little sick Pollie, Have you some birdlets
Happy is she. In it at rest ?

Now quite forgetting And do they need you ?
All her sad pain, Can you not stay
Your pretty trilling, Here with Pollie,
Brings joy again. Singing each day ?
Farewell then, birdie,
Soon your swift flying
Pollie'll be watching
On hay-mows lying.

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HERE are a lot of young colts in the field,
Which will you choose to-day?
I've turned them all out in the meadow, you see,
In the beautiful sunshine at play.
See how theyescamper o'er grasses so .green,
Running a race with the breeze,
And when they are tired they gather to rest
In the shade of the stately old trees.
Dear little people! how happy they are,
Don't you think they're like colties to-day?
For I've turned them all out in the pasture, you see,
Like colties to frolic and play.

SING, little birdie, sing to me,
From your strong perch so high and free.
Sin-gof the Ileasant sLtnny day,
Sing of your little mates at

Sing of the love of God on high, And while at play, where'er we are,
Who gave us earth and gave us sky, Watching us from His home afar,
And gave His love to guard and keep, And blessing us in all we do,
Both you and me, awake-asleep- A gracious Father, kind and true.

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No, I won't eat my sugar. I won't do any thing cun-
ning or playful while I have to go about with this horrid

bow on my neck. I feel ashamed of it. All the other
dogs laugh at me, and even the cat smiled when she
saw me. It hurts my feelings very much indeed.' No,
you needn't offer me that lump of sugar. It will not
comfort me at all. Only take this bow off and I will
be good Fido," and "pretty Fido," again. You say
I am to wear this thing all the time ? Why what is that
I see out of the window! Jack, the dog opposite, with
a bow around his neck. Well, well! To think of that!
Oh, very well, I'll wear the bow, and get used to it, for
I see it is quite the fashion. So give me the sugar,
please. Thank you!

". HI, my baby, and ho, my baby,
And how do you do to-day ?
Come sit in my lap, I've time to
4-.-- .spare
And we'll have a jolly good
Give me a kiss as sweet as a rose,
Give me a hug and a squeeze,
". Something to pay me, my baby,
For holding you on my knees.


YES, but oh! how sick she was! Nobody dared to
believe that the little sister could be well again, and yet
how they hoped and longed for it! Benny, the small
brother, full of mischief, and disobedient often-ah,
Benny knew whose fault it was that Annie lay so long
sick in her bed, and so near death. Do you think he


will ever forget how he threw that heavy stone and hit
her on the temple with it because she tried to coax him
from going into the water after mamma had forbidden
it ? No, indeed, he will not. He did not realize that
his hasty action would bring about brain fever, and that
Annie might die, all through his angry blow. But he
has learned a lesson now, and so long as he lives I
think he will never forget it.


CARRY them softly, darling,
And oh, go sure and quick,
And tell dear grandpa that I think
These dear little chicks are sick.
He's medicine to cure them,
And when they're well again
We'll bring them out to the sunny
And give them back to the hen.
Now gather your apron tightly,
And do this errand for me,
And when they're cured, you shall
call your own
These poor little chickens three.


THE tug of war! the tug of war!
Now steady, soldiers bold,
Plant well your feet, and with your hands
Take firm unyielding hold.
Which side will win? Ah who can tell,
There's courage in you all,
United-each good side will stand,
Divided-each will fall.
Now round and round you spin so fast,
Something may trip you up at last.
A little weakening here and there,
Will lose the victory, so take care!
The tug of war! I'm glad 'tis play,
To end in peace, won either way.


Tom, the gardener, and his wife and child stop in
their work to watch May and her brother take their


trial ride in the new donkey basket. How comfortable
they both look. Neddy, though, does not exactly like
the feeling of the new arrangement. He thinks his
little master and mistress might have been satisfied with
the little saddle they had before used in turn. But he
is very gentle, and will get used to the new experience
before long.

How sweet and calm the evening lies
Beneath the haze of twilight skies.
How peaceful are the moments now
When nature shrouds her laughing brow
With the soft veil of even-tide,
And all the landscape far and wide
Grows restful, calm and half asleep,
While early stars their vigils keep.

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