Front Cover
 Half Title
 The lost kitten
 The donkey's riddle
 A bird song
 The water! the water!
 Joan of Arc
 Here is mamma rabbit and nearly...
 Birds in the snow
 A sad downfall
 The Christmas tree
 Ben the fisherman
 Do not be discouraged
 The two goats
 Back Cover

Group Title: Prattler series
Title: The lost kitten
Full Citation
Permanent Link: http://ufdc.ufl.edu/UF00055368/00001
 Material Information
Title: The lost kitten
Series Title: Prattler series
Alternate Title: Lost kitten and other stories
Physical Description: 1 v. (unpaged) : ill. ; 25 cm.
Language: English
Creator: McLoughlin Bros., inc ( Publisher )
Publisher: McLoughlin Bros
Place of Publication: New York
Publication Date: [1887?]
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
General Note: Date of publication from inscription.
General Note: Contains prose and verse.
Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
 Record Information
Bibliographic ID: UF00055368
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 - 002224136
notis - ALG4397
oclc - 69242749

Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Cover 1
        Cover 2
    Half Title
    The lost kitten
        Page 1
        Page 2
        Page 3
        Page 4
        Page 5
    The donkey's riddle
        Page 6
        Page 7
    A bird song
        Page 8
        Page 9
        Page 10
        Page 11
    The water! the water!
        Page 12
    Joan of Arc
        Page 13
        Page 14
        Page 15
    Here is mamma rabbit and nearly a dozen little rabbits
        Page 16
    Birds in the snow
        Page 17
        Page 18
        Page 19
        Page 20
    A sad downfall
        Page 21
    The Christmas tree
        Page 22
        Page 23
    Ben the fisherman
        Page 24
        Page 25
        Page 26
        Page 27
        Page 28
    Do not be discouraged
        Page 29
    The two goats
        Page 30
    Back Cover
        Cover 1
        Cover 2
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all through the win-ter. The snow
that lay deep o-ver the mead-ows.
and wood-lands melt-ed like mag-ic.
Ev-er-y hol-low had a roar-ing lit-tle
brook, mak-ing its way on as fast
as it could go to the great mill-
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the dam.
The chil-dren, as they crossed the
bridge on their way home, stopped
--_ to lean o-ver the rail, and watch the
hur-ry-ing cur-rent as it swept by.
"How it has ris-en since morn-ing!" said Rose.
"That post was out of the wa-ter then, and now it
must he at least a foot be-neath it."

"And how fast it runs'" said Cla-ra. "Let's drop
sticks in, and see them sail."
So the chil-dren played for some time. Then Char-
lie, look-ing up the stream, called out,--
Why, there is a kit-ten com-ing down! I can hear
her meow."
Quick as a flash Dick ran off the bridge and down
the edge of the wa-ter. He picked up a stick as he
ran, and just as he reached the brink pus-sy came by.
He seized a branch that hung near, and reached for-
ward to her. For-tu-nate-ly she was swept in-to a lit-tle
cor-ner where the cur-rent was not strong. She put out
one paw and clung to the stick, and Dick drew her
gel-tly to shore.
A wet and wretch-ed ob-ject she was, as she clam-
be ed up the bank, and sank down all drenched and
Rose, Cla-ra, and the oth-er girls, all ran down to
"What are you going to do with her?" asked one.
" She will die if she is left here."
"I know," said Rose, who was Dick's sis-ter. "I
will wrap her up in my jack-et, and take her home to
cook. She said only this, morn-ing that the mice were
get-ting so bold that she must get a cat." So Rose
pulled off her jack-et, and wrapped up the cat in it.
"But you will catch cold," said Cla-ra.
"No: I'll run all the way," an-swered Rose.
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Dick and Rose burst in-to the kitch-en. Jemima the
cook was just pla-cing two bowls of milk on the ta-ble.
"Here is some lunch, dears," she said. "Why, what
in the world have you there?"
Rose un-wrapped the little wet cat, and put her on
the ta-ble.
"Well, I nev-er!" said Je-mi-ma in great sur-prise.
"Where did you come from?"
Pus-sy paid no at-ten-tion to cook's ques-tion. She
saw the milk, and she was ver-y hun-gry. So she
walked up to one of the bowls, and be-gan to lap it
up ea-ger-ly. Then she jumped down to the floor, and,
walk-ing close to the blazing fire, licked her-self with
great care all o-ver. Then she rolled up in-to a ball,
and went fast a-sleep.
Je-mi-ma brought a fresh bowl of milk and two
great sli-ces of gin-ger-bread, and while the chil-dren
munched it they talked o-ver names for their new pet.
"We might call him Mo-ses," said Dick, "be-cause
he was drawn out of the wa-ter."
"But Mo-ses is a man's name," said Rose, "and per-
haps pussy is not a gen-tle-man cat."
"Let's leave it to cook," said Dick. "Je-mi-ma, you
are to name her."
"Am I ?" said Je-mi-ma. "Well, then, I am a-fraid
she will have to be called Tab-by."
So Tab-by she was named. She grew up to be a
great big cat, and a ter-ror to all mice and rats, who
were so a-fraid to show them-selves that they nev-er


came out of their holes un-til they were driv-en by
hun-ger. She did man-y fa-mous things, but the stran-
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the best of care of them, always keep-ing their coats
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that they would not play with a mouse which she
brought them, and at last boxed the ears of both of
them, and ate it up her-self. Nor did she like the
way they hopped a-bout; it was so un-dig-ni-fied, she
told them: and at last, when she saw them ac-tu-al-ly
eat cab-bage leaves, she left them to take care of them-
selves, and would have noth-ing more to do with them.


"DON-KEY, I'll ask you a rid-dle to-day:
What is that crea-ture whose hide is gray,
Whose ears are large, and whose sense is small,
Who cries 'Ye-aw,' and walks with a la-zy crawl ?"
"Dear boy, that's too hard and too deep for me:
Pray tell me what may this crea-ture be?"

Then the boy laughed loud-ly, and said, "Go to!
You fool-ish don-key, I spoke of you."
The ass pricked his ears, but could not make out
What-ev-er the boy was talk-ing a-bout.
And the child went a-way: he was wrong, I con-fess,
For who'd give a don-key a rid-dle to guess?

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How pleas-ant the life of a bird must be,
Flit-ting a-bout in each leaf-y tree, -
In the ]eaf-y trees so broad and tall,
Like a green and beau-ti-ful pal-ace hall,
With its airy cham-bers light and boon,
That o-pen to sun and stars and moon, -
That o-pen in-to the bright blue sky,
And the frol-ic-some winds as they wan-der by!

How pleas-ant the life of a bird must be,
Skim-ming a-bout on the breez-y sea,
Crest-ing the bil-lows like sil-ver-y foam,
And then wheel-ing a-way to its cliff-built home!
What joy it must be to sail, up-borne
By a strong, free wing through the rosy morn,
To meet the young sun face to face,
And pierce like a shaft the bound-less space!

How pleas-ant the life of a bird must be,
Wher-ev-er it listeth there to flee;
To go when a joy-ful fan-cy calls
Dash-ing a-down 'mong the wa-ter-falls,
Then wheel-ing a-bout with its mates at play,
A-bove and be-low, and a-mong the spray,
Hith-er and thith-er, with screams as wild
As the laugh-ing mirth of a ro-sy child!

What joy it must be like a liv-ing breeze
To flut-ter a-bout 'mong the flow-er-ing trees;
Light-ly to soar, and to see be-neath
The wastes of the blos-som-ing pur-ple heath,
And the yel-low furze like fields of gold
That glad-den some fair-y re-gions old!
On moun-tain tops, on the bil-low-y sea,
On the leaf-y stems of the for-est tree,
How pleas-ant the life of a bird must be!


HERE we see a fine old stag who has had a race
for life. The wolves have tracked his steps for man-y
a mile, and he has fled at the top of his speed. But
in spite of all that he could do, they gained upon him.
Then he thought of the lake. Just as they were at his
heels, he reached it. He leaped up-on the ice, and it
broke un-der him. He is safe, for they can-not swim.
The wolves will not have ven-i-son for din-ner to-day,
and their long run nas all been for noth-ing.


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tened un-til the sound of the wheels had died away,


then he said: "I think it's just too bad," with a ve-ry
ug-ly look on his face.
May, his sis-ter, was play-ing on the pi-az-za with
her doll. "Oh, Tom," she called out, "do come up here
and play with me. My doll is go-ing to have a par-ty."
"I hate dolls," said Tom, and went in-to the house.
But it was ve-ry dull there and so he came out a-gain in
a few min-utes.
"Girls are so stu-pid with their dolls," he said. "They
nev-er play games that are a-ny fun."
"What kind of games would you like, Tom?" asked
Let's play she was Joan of Arc."
"Who was Joan of Arc ?" asked his sis-ter.
Some French girl in our read-er at school to-day. She
was burned at the stake. Let's make a fire and burn the
Burn Mary Jane said May, that would be aw-ful."
Tom said noth-ing but went a-way for a time. If May
had been watch-ing, she would have seen that he had col-
lect-ed a heap of brush in an out of the way cor-ner, and
would have tak-en her-self and her doll off to the nur-se-ry.
For Tom had, I am sor-ry to say, been un-kind to her be-
fore, and he was that ve-ry mean-est kind of a boy: the
kind that tease their lit-tle sis-ters. But she had no i-de-a
what he was do-ing, and so she sat still with dol-ly in her
lap lis-ten-ing to the song she was sing-ing her.
All at once Tom came back.
"Give me the old thing," he said.


May caught her doll tight in
her arms and held tfst. But it
was of no use, Tom was strong-er,
and, though she did her best, lie
soon had pos-ses-sion o-f IMa'
Jane, or Joan of Arc as he called
May begged and crid--,. :but it
was of no use. Then she ran for
her nurse; but Nurse had ta-ken S l -
ad-van-tage of her mis-trtcss 1be-ing a-wav .
to go for a walk. Tom tied the doll to '
a stake which he drove in-to thr g-round, I ',."
then he piled the :brush all alut the ..
stake, and then he scratched a match '
and set fire to the brush. .'
May put her hands o-v\-"r helc-r
eyes to keep out the hor-ril
sight, but Tom grinned with
The flames
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the smoke quite hid the poor doll, when just at that mo-
ment pa-pa and mam-ma came back. Tom was so in-ter-
est-ed in his sport, and May was cry-ing so hard that nei-
ther of them heard the noise of the wheels.
Mary Jane was snatched from the flames just in time to
save her life. One shoe was burned and her dress had
four great holes in it, but for-tu-nate-ly May had sev-er-al
dress-es for her and an-oth-er pair of shoes, and her tears
were soon dried when she had her dol-ly once safe in her
arms a-gain.
But Tom had a se-vere pun-ish-ment, as you shall hear.
"This is the fourth time you have teased your sis-ter this
week," said his pa-pa, "and you re-mem-ber that I told you
that if you did it a-gain you should suf-fer. As you do
not want to be a young gen-tle-man, you shall go and be a
coach-man's boy."
Alas for Tom. For one week he lived with the coach-
man. All day he had to run er-rands for him and brush
flies off the hors-es with an old horse tail. At night he
slept in the loft o-ver the sta-ble in a lit-tle room next
where the coach-man and his wife lived. He wore old
clothes, and was ve-ry wretch-ed, but when his pa-pa took
him back he had learned a les-son and nev-er teased his
sis-ter a-gain.

Here is mam-ma Rab-bit and near-ly a doz-en lit-tle rab-
bits. What a hap-py fam-i-ly they are. Their friends the
birds have come to vis-it them and one is sing-ing a lit-tle


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I WISH I were a lit-tle bird:
When the sun shines,
And the wind whis-pers low
Through the tall pines,
I'd rock in the elm tops,
Rifle the pear-tree,
Hide in the cher-ry boughs-
Oh, such a rare tree!

I wish I were a lit-tle bird:
All sum-mer long
I'd fly so mer-ri-ly,
Sing such a song!
Song that should nev-er cease
While day-light last-ed,
Wings that should nev-er tire
How-e'er they hasted.

But if you were a lit-tle bird,--
My ba-by blos-som,
Nest-ling so co-si-ly
In mother's bo-som,-


A bird, as we see them now
When the snows hard-en,
And the wind's blight-ing breath
Howls round the gar-den.

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What would you do, poor bird,
In winter drear?
No nest to creep in-to,
No moth-er near,
Hun-gry and des-o-late,
Wea-ry and woe-ful,
All the earth bound with frost,
All the sky snow-full?

That would be sad; and yet
Hear what I'd do,-
Moth-er, in win-ter time
I'd come to you!
If you can like the birds
Spite of their thiev-ing,
Give them your trees to build,
Gar-den to live in,-
I think, if I were a bird,
When win-ter comes
I'd trust you, moth-er dear,
For a few crumbs.



Hollo! what has hap-pened. Sled, dogs, and man are
all in a heap to-geth-er. I fan-cy it must be that the dri-

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the edge of the hill. Then all at once they have slipped,
and have gone pell-mell down the long slope, bring-ing up

in a snow-bank at its foot. Per-haps, how-ever, it has
come a-bout that a fox has run a-cross their path. A-way
have gone all thoughts of work from the dogs' heads.
Bark-ing and yelp-ing they have start-ed af-ter him, not
mind-ing their mas-ter's calls to them to stop nor the
blows of his long lash. But their flight is stopped now
and I think they have learned a les-son that will last them
for some time.


Five lit-tle girls are all wait-ing for the doors to o-pen
and show them the Christ-mas tree. "Why are they so
long, I wonder?"says Kate. Alice, who is the old-est, says
not a word; she is won-der-ing if that work-box that she
caught a glance at in mam-ma's room can be for her. It
had a ti-ny gold thim-ble in, much too small for mam-ma,"
said Alice to her-self. Hil-da on the chair hopes for a
big French doll with clothes that come on and off.
But hark I hear the door-knob click and I catch a
glimpse through the crack of the bright light. In a mo-
ment the child-ren will all be gone out of our sight, so we
may as well turn the leaf and leave them.


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BEN LO-GAN had gone with the fish-ing fleet to the
Banks. His old moth-er watched the white-sailed boats
flit by un-til they fad-ed out of sight be-yond the har-bor
mouth. Then she left the pier, and went slow-ly back
to her house.
Man-y and man-y a year she had seen him sail with
the fish-ing fleet; for Ben had fol-lowed the sea since
he was a lad, and now he was a big beard-ed man,
whose hair was be-gin-ning to turn gray. But some-
how on this day she did not feel at all as she had
done at oth-er times. She was ver-y sad. But when
she reached home the room was nice and warm, and
the tea-ket-tle was sing-ing o-ver the fire, and Tab-by


her cat lay stretched out on the rug half a-sleep and
purr-ing soft-ly.
So old Mrs. Lo-gan cheered up, and made her-self
a cup of tea, and then set to work on some stock-ings
that she was knit-ting for Ben.
"He ought to be back in a month at the most," she
said; "and I must work hard, or I shall not have his
stock-ings done in time."
The month went by at last, but Ben did noc come.
The ves-sels of the fleet be-gan to reach home one
af-ter an-oth-er, but noth-ing was seen of Ben's boat.
They all told the same sto-ry. There had been ter-ri-ble
gales. Some of the boats they feared were lost.
Old Mrs. Lo-gan wait-ed and watched from day to
day; and her face grew wan with fear, as the time went
by and there was no news from Ben. A fresh trou-ble
came too. They were poor, and her mon-ey was get-
ting ver-y low. How should she live? She was think-
ing this o-ver one morn-ing when there came a knock
at the door, and in walked lit-tle Maud Hall. In her
hand she held a bas-ket.
Mam-ma sent me with this," she said, tak-ing off the
cloth that cov-ered it, and show-ing sev-er-al pack-a-ges
done up in white pa-per; "and pa-pa told me to say
that his pres-ent would come short-ly." Then she scam-
pered a-way.
Mrs. Lo-gan took the pack-a-ges out of the bas-ket,
and smelled each one. "Tea," she said, as she laid
down the first; "sugar, but-ter, can-dies, smoked beef."


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Just at that mo-ment there came a rap at the door.
" Come in," she cried. A man stood there.
Where shall I put this wood ?" he called out.
Mrs. Lo-gan looked out. There was a huge load.
"Are you sure it is for me?"
Mr. Hall sent it," said the man; and with-out more
a-do he be-gan to un-load. A mo-ment lat-er there came
an-oth-er knock, and an-oth-er man stood at the door.
"Shall I bring the bar-rel of flour in here?" he asked.
Mrs. Lo-gan felt like a rich wo-man when he had
gone. for be-sidc thle ,FI r he- haid left 1I'- ..
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But, in spite of all her kind friends could do, Mrs.
Lo-gan be-gan to pine, and soon took to spend-ing a
great part of the day in bed. She told Maud when
she came to see her, that she felt weak, and that she
was get-ting ver-y old, and was ill.
And yet she was cured in a sin-gle day; and how do
you think it came a-bout ?
Ben came home.
It was one morn-ing; and, when Maud went in, she
found Mrs. Lo-gan bus-tling a-bout o-ver the stove, put-
ting on a pot of po-ta-toes. She was not ver-y stead-y
in her move-ments, but her face was full of smiles.
"My Ben has come," she cried to Maud. See, there
he sits." Sure-ly e-nough, there sat Ben on a chair in
the cor-ner, look-ing as pleased as his moth-er.
"But why did you stay a-way so long, when you
were not drowned ?" asked Maud se-vere-ly.
Ben laughed. "It was no fault of mine," he said.
"My boat was blown far out to sea; and, just as she
was sink-ing, we were picked up by a ship bound to
Spain. It takes a long time to go Spain and come
back, or I should have been here soon-er."
Nev-er mind," said his old mother. "I have him
now, and that is e-nough."
You will be glad to know that Ben did not go to
sea any more. Mr. Hall found him work to do: so
he lived at home all the time, and his old moth-er had
no more wea-ry days of watch-ing for the fish-ing fleet
to come back to port.


OH, ho!" said a bird who was sit-ting on the branch
of a tree, I see a bee-tle that will make me a good meal."
But when he flew down, the bee-tle looked so fierce that
he felt all his hun-ger van-ish. This sto-ry teach-es
young folk not to be too ea-si-ly dis-cour-aged. The
bee-tle was fear-ful-ly fright-ened, and could have been
killed by one peck, had the bird had more cour-age.
And he would have made a love-ly break-fast too.


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THE two goats are hav-ing a hard time. Here is a
nice fresh cab-bage just out of their reach. They are
ver-y fond of cab-bage, and they are quite sure that it
was meant for them. Hans, when he went to din-ner,
threw it down in front of their house; but, be-fore they
could get it, it rolled a-way, and Hans went in the
house with-out see-ing where it had gone. And now
those wick-ed rab-bits will soon eat it all up.
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