• TABLE OF CONTENTS
HIDE
 Front Cover
 Advertising
 Frontispiece
 Title Page
 About Allie
 Why Bessie loves Harry
 The man who invented the printing...
 Minnette and her baby
 Two boys
 Peeps explains
 Easter Monday at the White...
 Little buzzy fly
 The chameleon
 Balloons and air-ships
 The kind little sister
 Why Minnie could not sleep
 Our poetess
 The rabbit I didn't get
 Percey's dream
 In the month of May
 The humming birds' protest
 The text and the spider
 The mammoth
 How buttercup went to church
 The lazy boy's wish
 Helen's visit
 My first yacht
 Hector and I
 Gypsy
 The six little hats
 Grub and grunter
 Some things about little Ah sin's...
 Blackberries
 Uncle John's letter from Denma...
 Their frog pond
 Beyond the wall
 Idle Freddy
 How big?
 A story for the little woman who...
 A balloon in danger
 How fuss and feathers went...
 The little sister's lesson
 Bennie
 How the lily of the valley became...
 Some portraits of the cat...
 The mousie's Thanksgiving
 Theo's Turkey
 The sick fairy
 Playing red riding-hood
 The question mark
 The oxen's reception
 Kitty Clover
 Cornelia's jewels
 Houses to let
 An adventure of Ralph, a Kansas...
 The dog's Chirstmas wish
 The "Good-night" story
 A surprise for papa
 Grandpa's story
 Christmas morning - Baby's first...
 Little Nan's "dol hous"
 The Christmas waits
 How the boys skated
 Lion and Tiny
 The land where it is always...
 The rabbits' supper-party
 Bob
 A sweet Valentine
 Elsie's white mice
 A queer little girl
 The reason why
 The Fays at school
 The horse that remembered
 What baby Alice saw
 Nanette's visit to the dead-letter...
 Garibaldi and the lost lamb
 Mamma to Philip
 Kittie cat
 Advertising
 Back Cover
 Spine






Title: Told by the fireside
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 Material Information
Title: Told by the fireside instructive and amusing stories for children
Physical Description: 1 v. (unpaged) : ill. ; 25 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Humphrey, Frances A ( Editor )
D. Lothrop & Company ( Publisher )
Berwick & Smith ( Printer )
Publisher: D. Lothrop Company
Place of Publication: Boston
Manufacturer: Berwick & Smith
Publication Date: c1887
 Subjects
Subject: Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1887   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1887   ( lcsh )
Publishers' advertisements -- 1887   ( rbgenr )
Bldn -- 1887
Genre: Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Publishers' advertisements   ( rbgenr )
Spatial Coverage: United States -- Massachusetts -- Boston
 Notes
Statement of Responsibility: edited by F.A. Humphrey.
General Note: Contains verse and prose.
General Note: Publisher's advertisements follow text and on endpapers.
Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
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Bibliographic ID: UF00055375
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
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oclc - 26241335

Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Cover
    Advertising
        Advertising 1
        Advertising 2
        Advertising 3
    Frontispiece
        Frontispiece
    Title Page
        Page 1
        Page 2
    About Allie
        Page 3
        Page 4
        Page 5
    Why Bessie loves Harry
        Page 6
        Page 7
    The man who invented the printing press
        Page 8
    Minnette and her baby
        Page 9
        Page 10
        Page 11
    Two boys
        Page 12
        Page 13
    Peeps explains
        Page 14
    Easter Monday at the White House
        Page 15
        Page 16
    Little buzzy fly
        Page 17
    The chameleon
        Page 17
    Balloons and air-ships
        Page 18
        Page 19
        Page 20
        Page 21
        Page 22
        Page 23
    The kind little sister
        Page 24
        Page 25
    Why Minnie could not sleep
        Page 26
        Page 27
    Our poetess
        Page 28
    The rabbit I didn't get
        Page 29
    Percey's dream
        Page 30
    In the month of May
        Page 31
        Page 32
    The humming birds' protest
        Page 33
        Page 34
        Page 35
    The text and the spider
        Page 36
    The mammoth
        Page 37
    How buttercup went to church
        Page 38
        Page 39
        Page 40
    The lazy boy's wish
        Page 41
        Page 42
        Page 43
    Helen's visit
        Page 44
        Page 45
        Page 46
    My first yacht
        Page 47
    Hector and I
        Page 48
        Page 49
    Gypsy
        Page 50
    The six little hats
        Page 51
        Page 52
    Grub and grunter
        Page 53
        Page 54
        Page 55
    Some things about little Ah sin's country
        Page 56
        Page 57
    Blackberries
        Page 58
    Uncle John's letter from Denmark
        Page 59
        Page 60
        Page 61
    Their frog pond
        Page 62
        Page 63
    Beyond the wall
        Page 64
        Page 65
    Idle Freddy
        Page 66
        Page 67
        Page 68
        Page 69
    How big?
        Page 70
        Page 71
    A story for the little woman who has a baby sister
        Page 72
    A balloon in danger
        Page 73
        Page 74
        Page 75
    How fuss and feathers went travelling
        Page 76
        Page 77
        Page 78
        Page 79
    The little sister's lesson
        Page 80
        Page 81
    Bennie
        Page 82
    How the lily of the valley became fragrant
        Page 83
    Some portraits of the cat family
        Page 84
        Page 85
    The mousie's Thanksgiving
        Page 86
        Page 87
    Theo's Turkey
        Page 88
    The sick fairy
        Page 89
    Playing red riding-hood
        Page 90
        Page 91
    The question mark
        Page 92
        Page 93
        Page 94
    The oxen's reception
        Page 95
    Kitty Clover
        Page 96
        Page 97
    Cornelia's jewels
        Page 98
        Page 99
    Houses to let
        Page 100
    An adventure of Ralph, a Kansas boy
        Page 101
    The dog's Chirstmas wish
        Page 102
    The "Good-night" story
        Page 103
    A surprise for papa
        Page 104
        Page 105
    Grandpa's story
        Page 106
        Page 107
    Christmas morning - Baby's first tooth
        Page 108
        Page 109
    Little Nan's "dol hous"
        Page 110
        Page 111
    The Christmas waits
        Page 112
        Page 113
    How the boys skated
        Page 114
    Lion and Tiny
        Page 115
    The land where it is always summer
        Page 116
        Page 117
    The rabbits' supper-party
        Page 118
        Page 119
    Bob
        Page 120
        Page 121
    A sweet Valentine
        Page 122
        Page 123
    Elsie's white mice
        Page 124
        Page 125
        Page 126
        Page 127
    A queer little girl
        Page 128
        Page 129
    The reason why
        Page 130
        Page 131
    The Fays at school
        Page 132
        Page 133
    The horse that remembered
        Page 134
    What baby Alice saw
        Page 135
    Nanette's visit to the dead-letter office
        Page 136
        Page 137
    Garibaldi and the lost lamb
        Page 138
        Page 139
    Mamma to Philip
        Page 140
    Kittie cat
        Page 141
    Advertising
        Page 142
        Page 144
        Page 145
    Back Cover
        Cover
    Spine
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TOLD BY THE FIRESIDE




INSTRUCTIVE AND AMUSING STORIES

FOR CHILDREN




EDITED BY
MRS F A HUMPHREY






















BOSTON
D LOTHROP COMPANY
FRANKLIN AND HAWLEY STREETS





















































COPYRIGHT, 1887,

BY

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TOLD BY THE FIRESIDE.













ABOUT ALLIE.

fr',, ERY far away, across the ocean, in the city of Geneva,
'!;,-i, which, you know, is in Switzerland, lives a little four-
'* year-old boy named Allie von K-
Though such a wee boy, Allie can speak in three
S languages -German, French and English. I will tell
you how that is. His American mamma pets him in
English, his German papa frolics with him in German, and both
talk to him in French.
The way he sometimes jumbles all three languages together is
very funny. Allie knows that he has a grandma and aunties
in America, but what "America" is he cannot quite make out.
Last summer he was told that "Aunt Jo" was coming from
America to see him. He was all anticipation and asked:







ABOUT ALLIE.

Mamma, which way does the train from America come ?"
Sometime he will cross the ocean-but not in a train-and
see what a nice place America is. One night he said to his mother:
"Mamma, when will the day come?"
"When we get through
the night, dear," was the -
reply.
"Oh," he exclaimed, -.-
"is the night a tunnel ? "
He had noticed that -
a train on entering a .
tunnel goes from light
into darkness, then into
light again. Night is
a long, long tunnel, is -
it not ?
Allie asked his mother
about tar, one day, and
she explained that it is -
a fluid which comes from
a tree. The little boy
immediately said : ALLIE'S AUNT JOE.
"When the wind blows hard does the tree cry and is the tar
its tears ?"
All I am telling you is quite true, for "Aunt Jo told it all
to me after her visit in Geneva. This little boy takes with him
to bed every night a black woolly monkey, which I think is
very ugly indeed, but which he considers very beautiful, and
loves all the better because it was sent him from that wonder-
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ALLIE AND HIS MAMMA






WHY BESSIE LOVES lHARRY



WHY BESSIE LOVES HARRY.

Bessie goes to a lit-
'i ''. -' tie private school every
,.. -- forenoon. One morning
Miss Andrews, the teach-
4i. -' er, took her pupils out
i/ to walk. She often does
S ; ,I'! that in fair weather.
"! That day they went to
I' -- see the gold fish in the
W = \ \_ f j ':.. .... : -- p -. -id
-- pond in Doctor Macy's
grounds. This pond is
THE POND IN DOCTOR MACY'S ROUNDS.
small, but deep, and is.
alive with the pretty gold-fish who swim round and round.
The children had brought bread crumbs to feed the fish, and
as they scattered the crumbs the fish would follow them along
the bank. The bank was steep and the curbstone smooth and
slippery. Miss Andrews had to call out, every second, "Take
care! be careful!" as some little girlie would bend too far over
the deep water.
At last Bessie did lean too far over the deep water. She
slipped, and was gone quite out of sight in an instant!
Then Miss Andrews lost her presence of mind. Instead of
thinking at once what to do, she only stood still and screamed.
So, when Bessie's brown little head came up out of the water,
there was no one to take hold of her and pull her out, and
down she went again under the water.
But somebody had heard Miss Andrews scream. That some-






THIY JBESSIE L0 VE S IIAIPR Y

body was eight-ycar-old Harry, who came running as fast as his
two feet could bring him. And when Bessie came up the third
and last time, he was there to seize her and pull her out. So
it is no wonder that Bes-
sie and her mother, too,
love Harry. For had it ',
not been for Harry, Bes- '
sie would certainly have "
been drowned. \\ -.'
So she is always trot-
ting after Harry, and say- / ""
ing: 0 Harry, button
my boots 1 0 Harry, give \i I
me a drink of water i
Please Harry, let me ride ,
on your sled;" or, "Here r -
is a red apple for you, ,
Harry; 0 Harry, here are i
some chocolate creams; 0
Harry, see what a cunning / c- \
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should think he would be -.
quite tired out with hear-
ing 0 Harry ".Io, IARY, CIVE ME A DRINK OF WATER "
But he never is, 0 no! he is a manly little boy, and likes
to take care of little girls, and stray kittens, and all wee bits.
of things. -








THE MAN WHIO INVENTED THE PRINTING PRESS.




THE MAN WHO INVENTED THE PRINTING PRESS.

Four hundred years ago, the
first book was printed. Yes,
there was once a time when
children had no books. The
grown folks had a kind of
books written, not printed
books. These were on long
strips of parchment that rolled
up I Queer books, were they
i. not? and costly as well as
S". queer. None but the rich
could have them.
The first printing was done
with wooden blocks. The let-
ters were stamped on a block,
and then the wood was cut
away, leaving the raised let-
ters. With this the page was
printed. But it was slow work
and costly, too, as a new
JOHANNES GUTENBERG.
block had to be made for
each page. About 1428, Johannes Gutenberg, a German, thought
by having each letter on a separate block they could be used over
and over. So he invented the printing press, and since then, the
world has had printed books. Every boy and girl who can read, will
like to see this copy of the statue of Gutenberg in Berlin.






M.INNETTE AND fHEIT -BABY.




MINNETTE AND HER BABY.

Herbert and Nellie named her. When they started for school
in the morning, she had five handsome babies. At noon there
was only one.
SYou put them in that great c
coarse bag I saw you m.ikini. .
Nora, I know you did," said
Herbert.
"Like bad, horrid Ned -
Parks, when he drowned Min-- .
nette's other children," sobbed
Nellie. I think it's a shame,
Nora. I do!" J
"I 'low you children have
a great talent for arguing," '
replied Nora, "but when you '
'cuse an innocent person of a
deed like this, it's too much,
altogether. So, Master Her- _
bert, you take Minnette and
her kitten out of my basket
and put them in there," point-
ing to a large chest of draw- NELLIE AN INETTE.
ers. "Quick," she commanded, pulling out the lower one. So
to the bottom of the deep place went Minnette and her baby.
"She's homesick, Nora," the children pleaded, when Minnette
cried and kept going out and conling back, taking the baby with her.







MINNETTE AND HER BABY.

<' She'll get used to it, bime-by," was all Nora would say.
But alas! On one of her journeys the baby fell to the floor,
and, after much coaxing and fondling, the poor frightened mother
ran to the nursery and awoke the sleeping children.
"It's dead, Nora," they cried, running back to arouse the sound
sleeper. "Do get up, please! and call mamma too!"
But all they could do was to quiet poor sorrowing Minnette
until morning. Then Nora ran across to Mrs. Clark's and bor-
rowed one of Tabby's seven babies. She put it into the basket
where Minnette's baby first lay. Then she called Minnette.
O, what a happy mother! She kissed and kissed her new
baby and sung a song. Then she jumped out of the basket and
coaxed papa and mamma to come and look too.
Acted just as you all did when I came home from grand-
ma's last summer," Nellie said.
But after the baby grew larger the children used to wonder
if Minnette knew it was not her truly child.
So, one day, when the baby was frolicking about the nurs-
ery, and her mother sat watching her, Nellie went close to Min-
nette and whispered, "Do you know she isn't your own child?"
Minnette shook her head, and twitched her ears.
"That means no, of course," said Herbert.
Then Minnette arose, and with a stately air crossed to the
opposite side of the room. Fixing her eyes on the floor she sat
as though lost in thought.
"She's grieved," Nora said. "Supposing some neighbor should
come in and ask your mother that question about your own
self how do you think she would feel ?"
"Well, I won't do so again," sighed Nellie.
And both children begged Minnette's pardon. E. Addie Heath.




























































































"WE THREE."






TWO BOYS.




TWO BOYS.

There are two boys, o'er the way,
Whose names are Jack and Joe;
The day oft brings different things
To each where'er they go.

The one seems always cheerful,
The other most forlorn--
Jack always knows where blooms the rose,
'Tis Joe that finds the thorn.

And if a bee they follow
To its nest among the trees,
Jack, you mind, the honey will find,
Joe'll be stung by the bees.

Joe sees the clouds that gather
Ahead to spoil their fun.
Whate'er the day on which they play
Jack always sees the sun. -Marie S. Ladd.







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PEEPS EyXPLAINS.




PEEPS EXPLAINS.

"Yes, we're just going to carry all these things to Susy, 'cause
she's a poor lame girl, you know, that never walked, no, never,
in all her life. An' -- -- --
mamma is going, an
Cornelia, she's my big
sister, you know, an'
she's going to give her
Chrissy Cherryblow an'
Martha Washington, an' '
my muff is just stuffed
with the loveliest things!
An' I'm carrying Billy,
too ; he's a splendid
horse, an' can gallop,
an' gallop, an' gallop,
just as fast as anything.
An' Susy has awful
pain, woorse than toof- _- .....-... -
ache, mamma says. WV'RE JUST GOING TO CARRY ALn THESE THINGS TO SUSY.
An' what do you think mamma has in her muff for Susy ?
Bosrnos !
"An' Flossy is going, too. But I sha'n't give her Flossy. I
couldn't, you know, he's such a dear Flossy. Though p'r'aps I
might if it's worse than toof-ache. 'Cause toof-ache is awful.
Yes, I guess I might give her Flossy. 'Cause she's a poor lame
girl all her life, you know, an' it's oorse than toof-ache."






EASTERN MONDAY AT THE WHITE HOUSE.



EASTER MONDAY AT THE WHITE HOUSE.

-"". "It's a surprise, you know," and
\ I' Nanette put her finger on her lips
\ and smiled at old aunt Tulip.
S;"M .amma don't know one bit about
it." And mamma was surprised in-

of the basket aunt Tulip had brought.
S"0 what a queer nest is this!
What kind of hen laid these eggs?"
S And mamma lifted first a pink egg,
then a blue egg, then a scarlet egg,
-"' K'" then a gilt egg. "Is it a riddle?
Shall I guess it? Well, then, I
guess a pink hen laid the pink egg,
'.I, and a blue hen the blue egg, and
S' a scarlet hen the scarlet egg, and the
gilt egg, 0 I'm sure I can never guess
'what kind of hen laid the gilt egg !"
"I know," said Nanette, clap-
IT'S A SURPRISE," SAID NANETTE. ping her hands and dancing on one
foot. "Aunt Tulip's big Cochins laid every single egg! and aunty
boiled them in the loveliest dyes, didn't you, aunty? And you
know you said we'd go to see the egg-rolling; but you didn't
think, did you, mamma, that I should have such lovely, lovely
eggs to roll?" and Nanette threw her arms round the neck of
the dear old kind colored aunty and kissed her again and again.







EASTER MONDAY AT THE WHITE HOUSE.

It was Easter Monday, and every Easter Monday the grounds
of the White House, where our President lives, are given up to
the children for their egg-rolling. When Nanette got there, crowds
of children had already arrived, both big and little. For the
papas and mammas, the
grandpas and grandmas,
S.were there, and for that
day, at least, they were only
'"- big children themselves.
.' Nanette soon found lit-
tle cousin Ned, and they
: rolled their eggs together,
\ ".'- back and forth, over the
green turf. Sometimes
S-:-;,.. they hit, the eggs were
so many, and the children
so plenty.
S .- Crash! there goes a gilt.

'' an ever put poor Humpty
-.". Dumpty together again.
The little blue-eyed owner
MA.MA ON TlHEI WAY TO SEE THE EGG-ROLLING. of the gilt egg cried,

but Nanette comforted her, and let her have her gilt egg to roll.
Some of the eggs were tied up in bits of gay calico.
When the children were tired of egg-rolling, they had lunch, and
those who had not brought lunch, bought fruit, and wonderful
gingerbread horses, of the good-natured colored pedlers at the
gates. It was a merry, happy time. -Abby 0. Philbrooke.






LITTLE BUZZ Y FL Y THE CHAMELEON.




LITTLE BUZZY FLY.

,- .. 0. Once upon a time little
--" Buzzy Fly grew tired of being
.,. ',- only Buzzy Fly and thought
-* -she would try being a fine
S' lady. And she did look truly
S" fine in her trained silk gown,
-' and carrying her pretty fan.
-, .--. Only her bangs would not
-- lie flat down close to her

o] s1s "uY. eyebrows, but stuck .straight
up in the air. And that was
how her cousin, Stingy Wasp, knew her, I think. For Buzzy walked
straight by Stingy, and pretended she did not know him. But
Stingy crawled up her white gown, wasp-fashion, gave her fan a
jerk with his feelers and said, O ho! Miss, Buzzy, all the fine
clothes in the world won't make you anything but just Buzzy
Fly. -D.


THE CHAMELEON.

When a chameleon is cold, he is brown. When
in shade, he is white. When he comes into the '; .
light, he turns yellow or green. When angry he .'.
is red, a bright red. He is a queer, harmless little ts.
creature, and lives in Africa. -D.






LITTLE BUZZ Y FL Y THE CHAMELEON.




LITTLE BUZZY FLY.

,- .. 0. Once upon a time little
--" Buzzy Fly grew tired of being
.,. ',- only Buzzy Fly and thought
-* -she would try being a fine
S' lady. And she did look truly
S" fine in her trained silk gown,
-' and carrying her pretty fan.
-, .--. Only her bangs would not
-- lie flat down close to her

o] s1s "uY. eyebrows, but stuck .straight
up in the air. And that was
how her cousin, Stingy Wasp, knew her, I think. For Buzzy walked
straight by Stingy, and pretended she did not know him. But
Stingy crawled up her white gown, wasp-fashion, gave her fan a
jerk with his feelers and said, O ho! Miss, Buzzy, all the fine
clothes in the world won't make you anything but just Buzzy
Fly. -D.


THE CHAMELEON.

When a chameleon is cold, he is brown. When
in shade, he is white. When he comes into the '; .
light, he turns yellow or green. When angry he .'.
is red, a bright red. He is a queer, harmless little ts.
creature, and lives in Africa. -D.







BALLOONS AND AIR-SHIPS.




BALLOONS AND AIR-SHIPS.


In 1783, the first balloon was sent up. It was only a globe
about thirteen feet in diameter, filled with warm air, and no car
attached. It was sent up from the Champ-de-Mars, Paris. A crowd
gathered to see it go up. It came down at Gonesse, and gave
the country folks a terrible fright. They, at first, thought it a
monster, and attacked it with stones, pitchforks and flails.
The next balloon had a cage attached, containing a sheep, a
duck and a cock. What they thought of this way of travelling





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is not told us. They came down in safety in a wood not far
away from the place they started from. In the same year two
men went up in a balloon.
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BALLOONS AND AIR-SHIPS.

such a way that the occupants can look down upon the enemy's
camp and line of battle. These balloons are called "captive bal-
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the currents of air cannot take them away. A common balloon
has to go just the way the wind may chance to take it, and is
sometimes carried over seas, and the occupants are drowned.
Many attempts have been made to build air-ships that can be
propelled through the air, as a ship is propelled through the
water. In 1852, M. Henri Giffard built such a ship. Fig. 2
shows you how it was built. The balloon part was covered by
a net which was fastened below to a long strip of wood. At one
end of this strip of wood, you see a triangular sail, which served
as a rudder to steer with. Below the strip of wood is the
steam engine with the propeller formed of two paddles. The
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BALLOON NS AND AI-TSHIPS.

too, it was not quite safe to have an engine so near the inflamm-
able gas with which the balloon is filled.
So the brothers Tissandier invented another air-ship to be pro-
pelled by electricity (Fig. 3). They went up in this in 1883 and
1884. These ships are not at the mercy of currents of air, but
can be propelled against the wind, and can be brought back to the
place they started from, a thing you cannot do with a balloon.
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THE KIND LITTLE SISTER.



THE KIND LITTLE SISTER.

.-^T- Just under the drawing-
room windows
Where the noon-tide
.. -' sun was hot,
And the dandelions were
i .. -._ thickest,
Lucy chose for her gar-
';/ i ." den plot.
j! .. And there twixtt the
", .. ,grasses and clover
A tulip had lost its way,
S', .' And opened its gay, scar-
.. let petals
-. .- One morning in breezy
M. ay.

N YOU EAR" "You precious, you dear
"CAN YOU HEAR ? -
darling tulip,
You grew and blossomed for me;
I wonder how old you are, tulip,
I guess I'm a little past three,"
Said Lucy, her voice full of sweetness,
Her tiny hands on her knees,
And her small face bent very gravely
To look at the tulip. Oh please,

"Can you hear? I'm sure you can, tulip,
Your ears stick this way and that,






THE KIND LITTLE SISTER.

And your nose is black with big freckles
Like mine and Ginger's, the cat.
I love you, bright tulip, because you
Came in my garden to grow.
I'll make you a visit real of'en,
To tell you I love you, you know."

"I am to be queen at the party,"
Cried Alice at breakfast next day,
"I'll sit on a throne trimmed with flowers
'Till it's time for the singing and play.
I'll hold a long stick called a sceptre,
And wear a crown on my head."
"Oh! won't it be 'squisite ? Our Alice
A queen! Lucy breathlessly said.

Across the wet grass she ran swiftly
To pick the tulip so dear.
"0 tulip, I love you, and love you!"
She murmured, while one shining tear
Dropped into its chalice. "I love you,
And so I give you away."
"Here, Alice," she cried, "is my tulip
To wear to the party to-day."
--Elizabeth Oummings.






WHY MIINNIE COULD NOT SLEEP.




WHY MINNIE COULD NOT SLEEP.

She sat up in bed. The curtain was drawn up, and she saw
the moon, and it looked as if it were laughing at her.
"You needn't look at me, Moon," she said, "you don't know
anything about it, for you can't see in the daytime. Besides I
am going to sleep now."
So she laid down, shut her eyes tight and tried to go to
sleep. Her little clock on the mantel went tick-tock, tick-tock."
She generally liked to hear it go "tick-tock." But to-night it
sounded just as if it said, I-know, I-know, I-know."
"You don't know, either," said Minnie, opening her eyes
wide. "You weren't there, you old thing! you was up stairs
the whole time."
Her loud voice awoke the sleeping parrot. He took his head
from under his wing, and cried out, "Polly did!"
That's a wicked story, you naughty bird !" said Minnie.
"You were in granma's room, so now! "
Then Minnie tried to go to sleep again. She lay down and
pulled the sheet over her head, and counted white sheep, just
as grandma said she did, when she couldn't sleep. But her head
began to ache, and there was a big lump in her throat. 0
dear! 0 dear!" she whispered softly. "I'm so miser'ble. I
wish, 0 I wish I hadn't."
Pretty soon there came a soft, very soft patter of four little
feet, and her own dear pussy jumped upon the bed, kissed Min-
nie's cheek, and then began to "pur-r-r-r, pur-r-r-r." It was very
queer, but that too sounded as if pussy said I-know, I-know."






WHY MINNIE COULD NOT SLEEP.

"Yes, you do know, kitty," said Minnie, and then she threw
her arms around kitty's neck and cried bitterly. "And I guess
- I- want to see my mamma "
Mamma smiled and opened her arms, when she saw the little,
white-gowned, weeping
girlie coming, and then
Minnie told her whole
miserable story.
"I was awful, awful
naughty, mamma, but
I did want the custard
pie so bad, and so I .
ate it up, 'most a whole
inside, and then, I-I i. "
- O I don't want to
tell, but I aspectt I must,
I shut kitty in the pantry
to make you think she
did it. But I'm truly
sorry, mamma.t
Then mamma told Min-
nie that she had known
all about it. But she
yOU EEDNT LOOT LO Al ME, MOO," SHELL SAID.
had waited and hoped
that her little daughter would be brave enough to come and
tell her all about it herself.
But, mamma," she asked, as she nestled down into bed
again, how did you know it wasn't kitty ?"
"Because kitty would never have left a spoon in the pie,"
replied mamma, smiling. -N. U. P.






O UR POETESS.




OUR POETESS.

'* '; DA we will call her, because it is not
,- -t l--
.. ... her real name. Her real name is a secret.
1' .. She is now only five years old. She ex-
,i pects her sixth birthday soon, however,
and has made many plans for that won-
j 1, 'derful day. There is to be a party, and
PEGASUS. a birthday cake on which six bright-colored
candles will burn for the six little years. There will be ice
cream. There will be bonbons that snap, with gay paper caps
inside that the children will put on their heads. Then they will
all play the Kindergarten games, and dance the Kindergarten
dances. Best of all, Ida intends to be perfectly good when she
is six years old.
As soon as Ida began to talk she began to compose what
she calls "verses." One of her last Christmas gifts was the
Wonder Book by Nathaniel Hawthorne. The story in that book
which she likes best, is the story of the horse Pegasus with
his silvery wings. This Pegasus is the winged horse poets are
said to ride. "So," says Ida, "I am going to be a poetess when
I grow up, and ride Pegasus, and make him fly higher than he
ever went before way up, past the sky!"
You will like to see some of the verses of this poetess. On
a card, for her big brother, Ida had this verse written:

Our hearts to cheer, the Christmas bells do ring,
Here and there and everywhere. 0 hark, and hear them sing!






THE RABBIT I DIDN'T GET.

In a letter to her uncle, she wrote this New Year's verse:
"New Year's is the happiest- If we were a little brook,
With love, sweet love, the bells do ring. We would make a little nook
The brooks so easily do go, For the puss to hunt around.
Without knowing where they go. She would--"

But just here Ida spied her friend Sadie coming up the "walk"
with her new Christmas doll and the verse suddenly ended.
-Mary P. W. Smith.


THE RABBIT I DIDN'T GET.

S..I always said my lessons to mamma, and
that morning she said, "When you can
spell 'pen' all right you shall go." So I
said p-e-n pen" over and over to myself
.-. till I could spell it all right. Then Joey
- -. and I started for the rabbit trap. He was
"':sure he should find a rabbit in it, because he
--N, 'PEN, had set it where the rabbit tracks were thickest.

"And I shall give it to you, Teeny," he said.
"And will it be a softy gray rabbit, with pink eyes and soft
long ears to lift it up with ?" I asked.
"Yes," said Joey. So I trudged along over the snow, as happy
as could be, not minding the cold one bit, when all at once
Joey called out, Halloo! it's gone, the trap's gone Sure
enough it was Joey didn't cry because he was a big boy,
but I did, for I was only six. There were small shoe-tracks
around the spot so we knew some boy had stolen it. After-
wards Joey caught me two rabbits in his new trap, But I al-
ways felt bad about that rabbit I didn't get. -D.






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PERCY'S DREAM.

S"0 mother dear, last night I dreamed a dream
So strange and sweet! I dreamed that Baby May
Wandered away, and, tired with too much play,
Lay down to sleep, far from her own dear room,
Within a dark, dark cavern with a gleam
Of sunlight falling just within the gloom.
And as she lay there, rosy, sweet, and sleeping,
Out from the darkness came a lion creeping.
He stopped and looked, then bowed his awful head
Above our darling May, and Nurse, she said
I sprang right up and cried out in my sleep,
'Go 'way, go 'way!' and then began to weep.






IN THE MONTH OiF A Y.

But soon I dreamed I had no cause for fear;
The dear old lion, like our Rover here,
Just kissed our baby touched her sunny hair
With his big tongue, and then, with tender care,
Lay down beside her, like a watch dog keeping
His constant, faithful guard above her, sleeping."


You dreamed, my Percy, of those blessed years
Which are to come; when without any fears
The little lamb shall with the lion play,
And a dear child shall lead them--like our May.
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2'HE HUMMING BIRDS' PROTEST.




THE HUMMING BIRDS' PROTEST.


EEP in a honeysuckle grove
I heard a hum hum humming;
I looked about me here and there
To see what might be coming.
A dozen dainty jewelled things--
Their size I will not mention--
-. ; Among the fragrant honey-cups
-1" Were holding a convention.
The leader in a hammock swung,
Of cobweb neatly twisted,
The others, poised on blossom-tubes,
Some grievous wrong resisted.
Their enemies, as I made out,
While tears my eyes were dimming,
Were little cruel thoughtless girls
Who had them killed for trimming.
My dearest friends," said Diamond Dust,
My neighbors, and my cousins,
This moment for the milliners
Are being killed by dozens.
My sister, Princess Velvetwing
(Let every soft heart harden),
I saw to-day upon a hat
Worn in this very garden."
Hum hum," said Green-and-gold, "in view
Of what is hanging o'er us,






THE IHUJLJINCG BIRDS' PROTEST.

Our duty first should be to call
All little girls before us.
Tell them how hard it is to bear,
When dearest ones are taken,
Sweet hum-bird babies left alone,
And happy homes forsaken.
Ask them to think how they would feel
If some much-loved relation -
Hum, hum, were oh dear, hum, hum, hum,
By way of decoration "-
Here great excitement seized on all,
And there was such a flutter!
Each member tried with might and main
His sense of wrong to utter.
What more was said, I cannot tell,
Myself their ally di.-,lii,,
I started up to make a speech,
And found that I'd been dreaming.
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THE TEX' AND TIIE SPIDER.



THE TEXT AND THE SPIDER.

Fan sat quite still, and all alone in the big square pew.
She said the text over and over to herself: Little children, keep
yourselves from idols. It was so
short, and began so sweetly, she
I was sure she could remember it,
and how pleased papa would be.
--n Suddenly, from the gallery, a
'-, big spider came spinning down,
straight down toward Mrs. Alien's
.' bonnet. O! 0! was it going to
d .p "1 drop on to her! No, it stopped
ij' ust over the pink rose. It swung
'. gently to and fro. It put out a
-' leg and touched the pink rose.
""It was thinking what a fine pink
.-, rose that was to spin a trap in.
-,... ':' Then it took a little wider
S...- .. swing over Mrs. Allen's right ear,
then back over her left ear. Was
S"it thinking of crawling down into
her ear? Ugh! If it did Fan knew she should scream. But
the spider only took a look at each ear, and then up it went,
and down again, and up and down, up and down, till watching
it put the text quite out of Fan's head, and all she could re-
member to tell papa after service was Little children.
-H.








'ZTHE MAMM31iOTfH.



THE MAMMOTH.

The mammoth was a kind
: - -- of elephant, very much
I bigger than any elephant
now to be found. He had
huge tusks. He lived in
i A- -. merica and in Asia.
-Skeletons of the mam-
Smoth have been dug up
..-. in Kentucky, New York and
,,.." ': Michigan. In Siberia hun-
dreds and hundreds of them
have been dug up. Their
huge tusks furnish a great
.quantity of ivory. I dare
S' say you may have seen
S' ivory things made out of
the tusks of mammoths.
.' /-'/, We do not know just how
,MAMMOTH many years ago mammoths
lived on our earth. A few years ago a mammoth was dug up in
Siberia whose flesh was so well preserved that the dogs ate it.
It may seem strange to you that any species of animal should
die out so that not one should be left. But we fear that our
own buffaloes are dying out. They are being killed by the hunters.
If our government does not do something to keep the hunters
from killing them there will soon not be one buffalo left. D.








HOW BUTTERCUP WENT TO CHURCH.




HOW BUTTERCUP WENT TO CHURCH.

It was a pretty church, and all about it were fields of daisies,
and sweet-smelling clover.
Now when Buttercup went to this church, she did not go to
the regular service, but to Sunday-school. Buttercup was a large
yellow cow, who belonged in' a field next to the church in which
she ought to have stayed. There was plenty of nice grass there for
her breakfast, dinner and supper. But Buttercup, like a good
many people, wanted a change, and when she saw all the boys
and girls going into the church door she thought she would like
to go. So she tried all the rails of the fence till she found one
that was loose. Then she jerked her head up and down, till she
unfastened it so she could crawl through on her knees.
The Sunday-school had begun by this time, but Buttercup did
not mind that. She walked into the church quietly, and as the
children and their teachers were all singing no one noticed her
at first, The children were sitting in the pews nearest the
chancel, so Buttercup got half-way up the aisle before any one
saw her. Then one little boy turned his head. He was so
frightened his hymnal fell on the floor; and he cried out, Oh,
see the cow!" Then it seemed as if everybody screamed. One of
the teachers got on the top of the little cabinet organ, and two
or three stood up on the seats.
Buttercup, however, paid no attention to them. She saw a
nice red apple sticking out of a boy's pocket and she thought
she would like to have it. The boy, who was Jack Nicholls, did
not know what she wanted, so when she came near he jumped








HOW BUTTERCUP WENT TO CHURCH.

over into the next pew and knocked little Daisy Finlay's hat off;
that made Daisy cry.
What Buttercup would have done next I don't know, so many
people cried "shoo," and there was so much noise, she might
have got frightened herself, and a frightened cow can do a great
deal of damage in a church; but Miss Lloyd, who was the
superintendent, called to every one to be quiet. Then two or
three of the bigger boys said if they had a stick they thought
they could get her out.
But Miss Lloyd spoke again. "If there is any boy here whom
the cow knows," she said,
"I think she would follow
him out, and that would be
*F better than trying to drive
her."
"She's my grandfather's
I cow," said Bruce Smith, "and
S"I guess she will follow me."
So he went in front of her
and called Buttercup, Butter-
: !cup! and, sure enough, she
went after him.
"-.-I-h--: I" .Now the vestry door was
-'- '' open, and just opposite that
was another door opening
BUTTERCUP SEES TIE PEOPLE GOING TO CHURCH. out on the grass.
As soon as Buttercup caught sight of the nice grass, she ran out
and began to nibble the fresh bits around the doorstep. Then,
as much as to say good-by," she kicked up her feet, tossed her
head, and trotted off to her own field. Gwendolin Lloyd.





























































































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A LAZY BOY'S WISHES.

' I wish for a magical ring (like the boy's in the story, you know),
To make me grow big in a minute;
I wish for a top that will go,
Without my having to spin it.

"I wish for some chocolate creams, like those in the candy store,
So soft that you don't need to bite 'em;
And for lessons I've learned before,
So 'twon't be hard to recite 'em."
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HELEN'S VISIT.

"Ding-ding," said the bell; "tchoo-tchoo," puffed the engine;
and the long ride began.
Two nights and two days they rode mamma, papa, and
Helen and, at the end of the last day, the train stopped at
the station not far from uncle Tom's farm. How tired, and dusty,
and warm they all were!
When they left the train, and uncle Tom took Helen in his
arms, he had to look her face all over to find a clean place to
kiss, and that was right under her little pink ear.
While papa and uncle Tom were getting the trunks, mamma,
and Helen went through the depot, and there stood old Billy and
the wagon. Soon they all got in and uncle Tom taking up the
reins said: Get up, old Bill," and off they went to the farm-
house.
It stood by the roadside, at the foot of a long hill. Across'
the road was the big barn. Old Bill tried to go to the barn,
but uncle Tom reined him under the big maple tree by the front
gate.
There stood aunt Frank, and when old Billy stopped, she
reached up and took Helen in her arms and kissed her without
looking for a clean place, and called her her "Morning Glory!"
How could she be aunt Frank's Morning Glory when she had
never seen her before, and when she wasn't a flower at all?
Well, they went into the house, and aunt Frank brought some
nice, fresh milk, and Helen began to drink and she never knew
when she stopped, for her eyes closed and her little head tipped






HIELEN'S VISIT

right over on one side, and pretty----
soon she was clean and sweet and fast
asleep in bed, where she slept all night
without waking once.-
Cock-a-do-dle-do-o-o! -- --
That was the first thing Helen heard
the next morning. -
When she heard .:- /
it her eyes popped -
wide open. She '. ---
heard it again, -;
and she slipped off --:
the bed and went
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HELEN'S VISIT.

There was a big rooster, half as tall as she, right under the
window. When he saw that brown head and those blue eyes
peeping over the window-sill, he shouted CUT! CUT I cut!"
and Helen said, Pitty well."
Then all the hens said, "Cut! cut!" and a lot of little chick-
ens with bright, black eyes and yellow bills, scratched their heads
a second with their yellow claws, then stretched up their little
necks, and peeped just the sweetest peep that anybody ever heard.
And all the little ducks stood straight up on their webbed feet
and said Quack-quack." What do you think that little girl did?
She jumped right up and down; she said: "Yes, I will, you
darlingcst, bcstcst, dearest chickens that ever was; and then she
ran out in her nightgown to aunt Frank and told her that the
chickens ( she called them all chickens ) wouldn't be say-tis-
fwy'ed" unless she fed them her "own self."
Aunt Frank put on Helen's head a large blue sunbonnet. Its
cape fell far below her shoulders, and she looked like the morn-
ing-glory which aunt Frank had called her. Then she took in her
hands a bright tin dish full of dough, and went with aunt Frank
to the door, and called Biddy! Biddy! as loud as she could.
How all the hens and chickens ran and flew, while the spoon in
the small baby-hand threw the dough all over the grass, and all
over the step, and all over the white nightgown, until there
wasn't any fresh morning-glory any more; and when the dough
was all thrown out, mamma came and said that the morning-
glory was changed into a little pig!
All summer long the morning-glory grew; all summer long
the little pig grew; and one morning when the three started for
home, the morning-glory had some tear-drops -I mean some dew-
drops on its sweet petals, and the little pig cried. Uncle Bob.







MY PliRST YA CfT.



MY FIRST YACHT.
II am a man now, and
I own a big sail-yacht.
H er name is d lectra.
She's a splendid yacht
and a swift yacht. But
I don't think I get half
as much fun out of her
as I did out of my
first yacht.
The name of my first
yacht was Lucy. i

"- ,aamed her for the little
girl who used to sit,
ext re at school. She
Ssed to share her candy
: ith me, and I gave her

d my apples, and took
r on my sled in winter.


she Lc.y'. The Lucy was thirty-
two inches long. VWhen



heh asP uluished we had a regular launch Lucy ou.ed n
teaspoonful of water made pink with cranberry juice on her
prow, and gshe sailed o as proudly as ever the Eectra did.
ll t, he boys and girls ere there, and Lucy brought her best
doll to see the launch.
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HECTOR Ai.D I.




HECTOR AND I.

Hector is just as old as I am. We were born on the same
day, my mother says. So we have the same birthday, October
17. We are seven years old.
We always have a birthday party, and all the boys bring
their dogs. I have a birthday cake, and Hector has a birthday
cake. The cake is pound cake frosted. Hector has just as many
candles on his cake as he is years old, and I have just as many
candles on my cake as I am years old.
Hector's cake is cut into as many pieces as there are dogs.
Then he helps them all round. He takes the piece that is left
for himself. It would not do to let the dogs help themselves,
for some of them are so greedy they would eat the whole cake.
Hector is never greedy.
So, you see, when I was one year old, Hector was one year
old with a difference.
I was still a baby, and could not walk. But Hector was no
longer a puppy. He was a big dog. He could run about every-
where, and take care of himself.
I wonder why babies are not made so they can run about and
take care of themselves, when they are one year old.
Hector used to take care of me too. He watched by me when
I was asleep. He ran after me when I crept, to see that I did
not get into mischief or get hurt.
He takes care of me now that I'm a big boy. My mother
says she isn't afraid of tramps or of my getting drowned if
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GYPSY.

Gypsy and his little mistress are a
very happy pair. Gypsy is fifteen years
old, and Annie is but seven. They live
Aby the seashore, and Gypsy carries
Annie to school. The little white school-
Shouse where less than a dozen boys and
r? girls go to school is more than a mile
from Annie's home, so Gypsy is harnessed
GYPSY. every morning to a pretty little buck-
board, and Annie mounts to her seat, takes up the reins, and
Gypsy starts off upon a quiet steady trot. The good-natured
horse knows very well that his driver is a sweet little girl with
no strength to make him mind, and he is very good to her. When
they get to the schoolhouse Annie ties the reins and fastens them
to the dashboard, and Gypsy turns quietly around and goes
home.
Gypsy has ideas of his own about the rights of horses. As
I have said he is always good to Annie, but he often takes
his own way with other people.
If he is left standing longer than he thinks is proper, he will
turn round and start for home; if he is hitched and left alone,
he thinks there is no fun in that, and unfastens himself, and
finds a place where he can nibble.
He has many delightful excursions with his little mistress, and
sometimes she invites a little friend to join her, and this seems
to please Gypsy. Mrs. M. F Butts.







THE SIX LITTLE HIATS.




THE SIX LITTLE HATS.

Six little straw hats on the 1st of May,
Shining and shapely, jaunty and gay,
Properly placed as by measure and rule,
On six "little figures" starting for school.
Six little straw hats on the 1st of June,
We sing of them now to a different tune,
And each little hat by itself alone,
For everyone now has a style of its own;
For one is all crown without any brim -
It is anything now but proper and prim-
And one is all brim with just enough crown
To carry the ribbon with ends hanging down.


And one is so tattered you never could tell
How it managed to hang together so well,
And one has a droop and a pitiful air,
Tho' such as it is it is all of it there.
And one is so blackened or should I say tanned -
It seems proper to call it the contraband,
And one is so queer as to shape that I know,
It would do quite well for a Paris chapeau.
Oh, six little hats, if you only could say
How you have been used since the 1st of May,
And where you have been, the wonder would be
That there is a bit of you left to see.
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GR UB AND GR HUNTER.



GRITB AND GRUNTER.




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THEY CROSS THE CREEK. or two and his work had to
be done by the other people, and she herself took care of these
two young pigs. They were pretty little white fellows with
funny pink eyes, and she soon grew quite fond of them.
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GRUB AND GRUNTER.

I suppose she took more care of them than they really needed,
and talked to them, as we do to other pets, for they soon
grew to know her step and voice, and to follow her about
whenever they were let out of their pen. They were so little
and white and clean, that this pleased her, instead of troubling
her, until one day when it was quite too much of a good
thing. She had promised to spend the day with a friend who
lived on a farm a mile or two distant across lots; and, after
hurrying through her morning's work, was fairly started on her
way, when what should she hear but a squealing in the dis-
tance behind her, and looking back, sure enough, there were
Grub and Grunter running along the path as fast as their funny
short legs could carry their fat little bodies.
0 dear!" she said, "I forgot I had not shut their pen;
what shall I do? I am late already, I can't go back! "
Then she remembered that she would soon have to cross a
creek on a log, and she thought, as they could not do that, they
would turn back home. So she hurried on to the creek. But
when she had crossed, and looked back to see what they would
do, what do you think! They stood and squealed for a minute
or two, and then Grunter started to cross the log, and Grub
followed. It was wet and slippery, and they couldn't reach up
and take hold of the railing that was nailed to it, for people to
hold on by, and they had as hard a time as little boys and
girls do when they get on roller skates for the first time; but
they slipped and sprawled and scrambled across somehow, and stood
safe on the other side. It was out of the question now to take
them back, so their mistress took them with her, and when she
reached her friend's they shut them up in an old hen coop so
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SOME THINGS ABOUT LITTLE All SIN'S COUNTRY.




SOME THINGS ABOUT LITTLE AH SIN'S COUNTRY.

7. In little Ah Sin's country they
have queer music; that is, we should
think it queer music. If one boy
Should beat two big tin covers to-
._.. I *gether just as hard as he could;
and another should ring a big bell
'* just as hard as he could; and another
should blow hard on a whistle, al-
N together the noise they would make
S would sound very much as a Chinese
band does to us. But the Chinaman
Thinks his band music fine. Little Ah
Sin has a fiddle with two strings,
LITIL ll SIN. and he thinks the music he gets out
LITTLE All SIN.
of it very pretty music.
Little Ah Sin's country is in the far-East. One of the com-
monest gifts in the far-East is a fan. There is the tailed fan,"
and the folded fan. The "tailed fan" is so called from the han-
dle by which we move it. The folding fan is of higher rank
than the tailed fan, because you can fold it up and carry it in
your big sleeve -if you are a Japanese and wear big sleeves.
A Chinese Mandarin or high officer, once sent a fan to Mr.
Longfellow. On this fan was printed that poem of Mr. Long-
fellow's called The Psalm of Life." It begins thus:

Tell me not in mournful numbers For the soul is dead that slumbers
Life is but an empty dream; And things are not what they seem.







SOME THINGS ABOUT UT LITTLE Af SIN'S CO UNTR Y.

This poem was printed in Chinese. Mr. Longfellow gave a
dinner in honor of the fan, which he called The Mandarin-Fan
Dinner." Among the guests was Charles Sumner, who was a dear
and life-long friend of Mr. Longfellow.
Little Ah Sin eats his dinner with chopsticks. He takes up
his food just as neatly with his chopsticks as you do with














A CHINESE DINNER PARTY.

your fork or spoon. He does not have to sit in a high chair
at a high table when he eats. He sits on his heels upon the
floor; and the table is only about six inches high. H




0, I would be a gentleman,
One without alloy;
And the way, they say,
Is to be each day
A gentlemanly boy.
-Eiilie Poulsson.







BLA CKEBERRIES.















BLACKBERRIES.

Such a dusty little maiden
As came singing up the lane,
With a cat, and dog, and kitten
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That followed in her train.








The boughs had caught her curly hair,
But the breeze had blown it free,
And where the sun had kissed her cheeks
I counted freckles three.


And an apron stained with red,
And I've found, oh, lots of berries,"


Then the cat, and dog, and kitten
BLACKBERPIES.










Such All winked hard at what she said,iden
As came singing up the lane,
With a cat, and dog, and kitten
That followed in her train.

The boughs had caught her curly hair,







Bu the breeze had blown it free,
And where the sun had kissed her cheeks
I counted freckles three.

She'd a straw hat, torn and ragged,




But her mouth was stained with red,
And "I've found, oh, lots of berries,"ardson
This little maiden said.

Then the cat, and dog, and kitten
All winked hard at what she said,
For her basket was quite empty;
But her mouth was stained with red.
-Harriette P. Ricnardson.








UNCLE JOHN'S LETTER FROM DENHARK.
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UNCLE JOHN'S LETTER FROM DENMARK.

MV DARLING LITTLE
OLLIE :
I got your letter with
S its dear little blots and
its round kiss in the
corner, and nmy letter is
all going to be about
three little girls that
live on this side of the
big Atlantic Ocean.
te The first time I saw
Lisbeth, the little goose-
l girl, she was sitting on
-; the grass beside a pond,
reading. Hergeese were
S':, ,. all about her, swimming
in the pond, eating the
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grass, and once in a
while a saucy goose
BABETTE, THE MERBY LITTLE HOUSEKEEPER.
would nibble at her bare
toes. But Lisbeth never looked up. I crept up and peeped over her
shoulder to see what it was she liked so well. It was the Danish
Wonder Book, by Hans Christian Andersen. She was reading
the story of "The Ugly Duckling." She did not know I was
there, and we read on and on togetheri-- how the dear little
duckling was driven out of the yard; how he lived all alone-








UNCLE JOHNT' S LETTER FROM DENVJMARK.

and almost froze in the cold winter; how the dogs like to have
got him; how the cat scorned him because he couldn't arch
his back and purr; how the hen turned up her beak at him
because he couldn't lay eggs; and how at last the ugly duckling
grew into a beautiful white swan and the little children loved
him for his grace and beauty. And, says the story, "It matters
nothing if one is born in a duck-yard if one has only lain. in
a swan's egg." And as we read that Lisbeth looked up and saw
me, and I sat down be-
side her and we had a B
good long talk.
Babette is my merry
little housekeeper; she
brings me my breakfasts ;
she does my errands. She it
sings; she laughs from
morning till night. She
asks millions of questions
and all about America.
I was a long time get-
ting to know shy little
Christine. She would
come and look at my [
box of colors, and peep :1:.
at my sketches, but if I
spoke to her, would run .
off like a wild deer. But SHY LITTLE CHRISTINE"
I gave her a brush and colors and paper, and now she watches
me when I paint, and makes little pictures herself; and I shouldn't
wonder if sometime shy little Christine were a painter. D.



















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LISBETII THE] LITTLE GOOSE-GIRL RTEADYNG THE STOBY OF THIE UGLY DUCKLING-







THEIR FRO 0G POND.




THEIR FROG POND.

What are you going to do with
SI /- those frogs, boys?" asked mamma. She
F 1 / qw that the boys had six poor fright-
R "' n1-1 frogs in their cart.
\ ,.. and frogs all answered at once.
', ( .G..i to have a frog pond in the gar-
S '1,j,. .-aid the boys. Croak, croak,"
S.-. i the frogs. "We want to keep the
S "- in the kitchen to-night, please,"
.,i tlie boys. "Croak, said the frogs.
.'-...T "'iT:ik,' us away from these boys."
,." "Cook would not like such
company in the kitchen. You
had better put them in the
S' tool-house," said mamma.
-i.'' The frogs were put in the
'.-. '~~--'t- tool-house and the boys then
,i dug a big hole in the gar-
S-- -" den. Just before they went
"- -. to bed they poured. twelve
GOING BACK TO HIS OWN POND. pails of water into it. As
soon as they were dressed next morning they rushed out to their
pond. It was gone! only the hole was left. They went to the
tool-house. The frogs too, were gone gone home to their own pond.
Well," said Bertie, I guess we won't have a pond any way.
I don't like frogs." "Neither do I," said Hal. "Nor I," said
Richie. -Abby C. Philbrooke.









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BEYOND THE WALL.

r- I see the elms above the wall,
i I hear the next-door children call,
S K, L i 'J And sometimes see a high pitched
ball;
K They have such fun there all the
-1 day
S '_ I wish that I could see them play.


- Mamma prefers I should not run
And get all heated by the sun;
Pl'" But in next door they have great fun.
i.- .'. I know them all now by their
S.nanmes;
They play such odd, delightful
....' // A i gam es.

But when we sit, my book and I,
Beneath the trees, I let it lie,
And listen while they play "I spy."
They never have to read at all,
But only play beyond the wall.
Katharine Pyle.


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IDLE FREDDY.



IDLE FREDDY.

Freddy had an idle fit. It was the day for sums at school, and
Freddy did not like sums. So when the time came to start, he ran
away in the orchard, and hid in an apple-tree. What fun it was!
He could look over the road close by, and see, round the sharp
turn, other boys going off with their books and satchels. And
all the while he was as free as a bird, and around him were the
thick leafy boughs, and a whole host of ruddy apples. He thought
he should sit there all the
morning, and eat the best he -
could find, as well as fill his --. .
pockets.
But things do not always : "-
turn out as we expect. The
good teacher had noticed that
the day was fine. So she sent ..
word to a friend that they
would all go out on that _-- I
nice picnic, and put off the -
sums until next day. The boys _-
were to gather leaves and
flowers, and learn all about _"
them, and they could run and I .'
chase too when they got into
the fields. FREDDY SEES THE BOYS ON THEIR WAY TO THE PICNIC.
the fields.
Just as Master Freddy had begun to get tired of his own com-
pany, and to wonder whether mother would be very angry with







IDLE FREDD Y.

him if he went into the pantry, and asked for some bread and
butter, he saw his school-fellows, and the teacher, and her friend
turning the corner of the road with baskets in their hands.
Then, oh, vexation! he knew they were going to have the long-
promised holiday! They came right by the wall where he was
sitting, and one of the boys exclaimed, Why! there's Freddy!"
The teacher stopped, and poor Freddy could not hide himself.
She soon found that he was quite well, and she guessed that he
did not want to do his sums. So she said, "Well, Freddy, you
have taken a holiday to-day, and so have we, and I hope as you
have not come to school, that you will enjoy yours in the apple-
tree. I shall send to inquire if you don't come another time,
and we shall have sums to-morrow, when I hope to see you."
As they all marched off to the fields, Freddy saw the boys laugh,
and he began to feel all sorts of queer things. He said it was "just
like his bad luck," but I think some people make their own bad luck.
And such a dull, dull day as he had. He was soon tired of
eating apples, and there was nothing to do and nobody to play
with. And he went to bed an hour earlier than usual. G.








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HO W BIG?




HOW BIG?


How big, how big is the little lass?
Stand her up here near the window-glass,
With her golden wig
And merry's a grig
(A grig is a cricket in the grass),
Stand her up here and let us see
How tall may the little maiden be.


Who would suppose she would outgrow
Dresses and stockings and aprons so?
Not only outgrows
Her pretty clothes,
But to make herself tall would stand tiptoes!
Now measure! See, my rule I lay
On the silk locks, floating every way.


She is just the height that's best of all-
Neither too tiny nor too tall,
Large enough quite
To be polite.
A fair sweet lady, though, oh, so small!
So small, such a mere little child, she may
Be household baby for many a day.
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"HOW BIG, HOW BIG, IS THE LITTLE LASS?"







A STORY FOR THE LITTLE WOMAN.




A STORY FOR THE LITTLE WOMAN WHO HAS A BABY SISTER.

:"I -I never saw such a
S .~j -; naughty baby in all my
S 'life you won't do a thing
i but cry. You are as cross
__ .as two sticks; and I do
think babies are just--"
Mamie stopped there. I
S.... am afraid she was going

i "horrid," when you and
SI know they are the sweet-
est things in the world -
when they don't cry.
The secret of this baby's
crying was this--she had
eaten a whole doughnut
S'. that morning, reached up
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BABY SYS "I wo'." from the table, and was
swallowing the last crumb when mamma spied her. So she was cross
just as grown folks are when they eat what is not good for them.
And Mamie did not go to work the right way to manage her.
She said: "Baby, you must be good. Baby, you must come with
me. Baby, you must get up." And baby just stuck her little shoe
toes up in the air, tucked her hands into her apron pockets and
said "unt," which meant I won't."







A BALL 0 2N IN DANGER.

As Mamie leaned against a tree, quite out of sorts and cross
herself, just the brightest thought popped into her mind. This
thought was about a little donkey that, once upon a time, would not
stir one step though his master whipped and whipped him. An old
man came by and said: "Hang a turnip in front of your donkey's
nose and he will go." So his master hung the turnip in front of
his donkey's nose and off he started, trot, trot, trot, to catch up
with that turnip and eat it.
"That is the way to manage Baby," was Mamie's thought. So
she said no more, Baby, you must get up." She saw, a few feet
away, a butterfly resting on a clover top, and she said: See,
Baby, see, pretty butterfly Baby run and catch the butterfly! "
and Baby took her hands from her apron pockets, put her little
feet fairly upon the ground and trotted off in great glee, chasing
the butterfly from clover top to clover top. H.




















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HO W FUSS AND) EATHEIRS WENT TRAVELLING,




HOW FUSS AND FEATHERS WENT TRAVELLING.

Donald is a West Vir-
ginia boy, and Fuss and
Feathers are two of his
many pets. Feathers is
a most friendly hen.
Once she had a nest
in a box, in Donald's
room. Every day she
left a great white egg
in the box, then flew out
of the window, cackling.
An egg a day! an
egg a day! go barefoot,
Sgo barefoot!" she said.
And Fuss answered, "I
can't get a shoe to fit
Your foot! can't get a
shoe to fit your foot!
DONALD AND HTT, PETS. it's forked it's forked "
At least that was what uncle Fred told Donald they said. And
uncle Fred knows all about hens and chickens.
Well, once these two went travelling, and this is how it was.
There came warm rains that winter. These rains filled the little
streams and melted the snow in the mountains. They poured into
the great Ohio River, and made it overflow its banks. The towns
near the river were flooded, and the farm lands covered. It came







TIO W FUSS AND FEATHERS WENT TRA SELLING.

up around the house of Donald's father. One night the water
came in at the doors, and they all had to hurry up stairs. The
next morning the hen-house was gone. Donald cried when he
thought he would never see his pets again; but Fuss and Feath-
ers took care of themselves. The chickens on the lower roost
were drowned, but they kept on the upper perch, and went
sailing down the river. Fuss was frightened at the water below
him, and flew to the open window of the hen-house. Feathers
followed; such a world of waters as they saw; haystacks and
fences were floating near them; away they went, past the farms
and near the great towns. They were very hungry. Feathers
kept quite still, but Fuss crowed sometimes in a lonesome sort
of way. They floated almost a day, and were many miles from
home when some men in skiffs put a rope around the hen-house
and drew it ashore. They were taken to a strange yard and
fed.
At last the waters went down. Donald again played in the yard,
but was sad for the loss of his pets. One night as his papa
was reading his paper, he called, Donald, here is news for you,"
and read aloud to him about a man who had caught a hen-house
floating down the river with tvo chicken perched in the window.
I'll write to that man," said Donald. So he wrote a letter himself
telling all about his pet chickens. He said he would send his Christ-
mas dollar to the man if he would send them back. In a few
days one of the great steamboats stopped in front of his house
and put out a box with Fuss and Feathers in it. They were
so glad to get home, I expect they did not want to go travelling
again very soon; but this fall Donald put them in a new white
coop and took them to the Fair, and they came home with a red
ribbon tied to the coop. -Anna R. Henderson.



















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THE LITTLE SISTER'S LESSON.




THE LITTLE SISTER'S LESSON.

.AN-FAN, was you ever a naughty girl?" asked
',.1-; Wonnie. "'I was a awful naughty girl this morn-
ing. I did not want Nora to dress me. I wanted
p to play with kitty. And I jumped in my bath
and I plashed the water all over Nora; and when
Nora combed my hair I shocked it all out again;
::..--'"; and when Nora put on my shoes I kicked my
feets. And Nora said I was the naughtiest girl she ever sawed.
And she said she should tell my mamma. And I said I should
tell my mamma myself. And I did, and my mamma forgaved
me. It was nice to be forgaved. Was you ever a naughty girl,
Fan-Fan, and did my mamma forgave you?"
Fan-Fan did not answer. She had been trying all the morn-
ing to make up her mind to tell mamma that she did eat the
grapes yesterday, though mamma had said she must not. So
when Wonnie said, "Was you ever a naughty girl, Fan-Fan?
and did my mamma forgave you?" she felt as though Wonnie
had stuck a sharp pin into her heart. She felt that she too
ought to "tell mamma." Those grapes had looked so plump and
blue and sweet, just for all the world like blue bubbles! and
so she had tasted, and tasted, till she had eaten a whole bunch.
And now how sorry and ashamed she wass!
So she kissed Wonnie and went and told mamma. And when
she came back she said, Yes, Wonnie, it is nice to be for-
given, but I think it is a good deal nicer though not to be
naughty." --H.























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BENNIE.

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He knew his another
would be on the lookout
for his boat, and there
she was on the beach.
SAll right! he shouted
Gain, and he shaded his
eyes with one hand, while
he held the tiller with
the other.
He had worked hard at
fishing all summer. And
every morning as she
'ii-. watched his boat sail away,
his mother had breathed a
little prayer for his safe
return; and every night
when she saw his boat
ALLI, RIGHT'I MOTHER.I1
coming in, she had said a
little prayer of thanks. For she was afraid of the sea; Bennie's
father had been drowned in it. Bennie was earning money to go to
school, and that morning he had said: If I get so many pounds
of fish to-day, mother, I sha'n't have to go any more this season."
So when he shouted, all right, mother! she knew what he
meant, and was glad. D.







[OW THE LILY OF THE VALLEY BECAME FRA GRANT.



HOW THE LILY OF THE VALLEY BECAME FRAGRANT.

Y a brook there lived, many years ago, a
"'. lily of the valley. It was beautiful, but
i, it shed no fragrance. Now the reason
for this was very strange.
S'In the valley where this lily lived
S' the dust often blew; so the lily wrapped
Siits mantle of green leaves closely about
'it and said in its little heart: Since
S I i I.1 such a pure white robe given me I must
1j not let it get soiled." It forgot that the good All-Father
had given it that lovely robe for the pleasure of others
who should behold it.
The good Father too had put into that lily's heart a sweet
fragrance. But in wrapping itself so closely in its green leaves,
it kept the fragrance wrapped up also. The lily did not know
this, however.
One day an old white-haired man passed by, and stooped to
smell the foolish lily. He was a good old man; he had
passed his life in doing good to others. He was sad when he
found no fragrance in the flower.
"Poor little flower!" he said. "Like many of us, you have
no fragrance, because you live only for yourself. If you would
open wide your green leaves and show us your beauty, and
give us the pleasure of it, as the good Father meant you
should, you would soon find how much more blessed it is to give
than to receive."







0SMIE PORTRAITS OF THE CAT FAMILY.

The old man passed on leaving the poor little flower sad in-
deed. It had thought it was doing right in keeping its white
beauty to itself, clean and pure. But now it saw it was all
wrong. And, with a quick impulse, it flung wide its broad
leaves, and out sprang the sweet, sweet fragrance we know so
well.
Then, indeed, was the lily glad when it felt the whole air round
about it so sweet. And, strange as it may seem, however fiercely
the dust might blow, it never, never soiled the lily's clean
white robe.
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THE MOUSIE'S THANKSGIVING.

'Twas Thanksgiving Day, and a little brown mouse
Sat busily thinking alone in her house.
The little mouse-babies had gone out to play
With the gray mouse's children just over the way.


And 0, how they wanted a Thanksgiving treat!
But there wasn't a crumb in the cupboard to eat.
Mousie sat a few minutes, then ran through the entry
And down the long stairs and into the pantry.


There were puddings and pies and cake on the shelf;
The mouse-mother thought she would just help herself.
She took a small piece of everything there;
Then fastened the closet and ran up the stair.


She put on the table bread, butter and cheese,
Some nice jelly-roll and a tart, if you please.
The little mouse-babies came home very soon,
Each put on her bib and took her small spoon.


Then they ate and they nibbled, they nibbled and ate,
Not a crumb did they leave upon saucer or plate.
And they said as they put spoons and bibs all away,
'Twas the jolliest kind of a Thanksgiving Day.
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THEO'S TURKEY.

(A Thanksgiving Story.)

1 Theo had a fine flock of
'' 1 I turkeys. They lived in the
,'; :. orchard all summer, and by
S'-.-- November they were large and
handsome.
A. l "I wish I could take one of
them to grandmother for Thanks-
".red a giving," said Theo.
i~ All right," answered papa.
g l TI never saw a turkey travel-
ling on a Sound steamer, but
I dare say we can manage it."
So the finest one was put
a"d into a box, and corn and water
THE THANKSGIVING DINNER AT GRANDMOTHER' were put in also. Thomas, the
hired man, said he would go on the train with them to New
York, and carry the box to the steamer. They got on very
,well until they reached the city. Here people jostled against
the box, and the turkey would say in a loud voice, "Gobble,
gobble, gobble! Then everybody would exclaim, A turkey!"
and stare at mamma and papa and Theo.
Mamma grew as red in the face as the turkey and tried to
walk on ahead. But Theo would pull her back. He was afraid
to leave his precious turkey lest something might happen to it.







THIE SICK PAIR Y.

Finally they reached the steamer. "Will you give my turkey
a nice place to sleep to-night?" said Theo to the colored stew-
ard.
Bless my soul! Yes," said he, "that fowl shall have a
feather bed! "
The turkey gobbled with satisfaction. Nothing was heard of
him during the night. But next morning he was all right.
It was just after daylight when they boarded the street-car.
The conductor looked very sleepy and cross, and eyed the big
box sharply. Papa whispered to him, A turkey which my little
boy is taking to his grandmother."
"A Thanksgiving turkey for grandmother! All right! take
the whole car if you want it! answered the conductor, smiling.
When they reached grandmother's how she and all the aunties
admired him! He was none the worse for his journey, and he
gobbled until he was red in the face. Two days later was
Thanksgiving, and such a dinner as he graced! Grandmother
said she never had tasted a turkey with quite such a delicious
flavor. And Theo tells, to this day, of the lovely dinner grand-
mother had on that delightful Thanksgiving Day.
--J M. Parsons.



THE SICK FAIRY.

Brew some tea o' cowslips, make some poppy-gruel,
Serve it in a buttercup ah, 'tis very cruel,
That she is so ailing, pretty Violetta!
Locust, stop your violin, till she's feeling better.
M E. Wilkins.







PLAYING RED RIDING-HtOOD.




PLAYING RED RIDING-HOOD.

When I was a little girl there lived not far from my father's
house, two dear old women in a little bit of a gray house. And
once a week my mamma would say, "Now, little Red Riding-
Hood, would you like to take this mince pie to the Goody-two-
Shoes ? or this quince preserve ? or this bit of beef to roast? or
these caps? or this loaf of fresh bread ?"
And I did so like to have my mamma call me Red Riding-
Hood. Of all the little girls I had read about I loved Red Rid-
ing-Hood the best. Only I did wish the wolf had not eaten her.
So I would take my basket and go out through the back door,
and down the garden path, and over the stile, and go along the
narrow path by the brook, and across the meadow, and through
the bit of pine woods to the little gray house where the Goody-
two-Shoes lived. (Their real names were Tilly and Sally.)
When I got to their door, Kitty Yellow would always come
out to meet me and rub against me and purr. And then I
knocked, which is good manners. And Sally came to the door
and said, "If here isn't little Red Riding-Hood!" and Tilly said,
'"Did you meet the big gray wolf, dear?"
Yes, Goody-two-Shoes," I replied, "I did. And he was a-whisk-
ing his tail and a-running on the fence." It was a big gray
squirrel, but I played it was a wolf. And the Goody-two-Shoes
wotld not laugh a bit. They took it all seriously.
Then I would take out the bit of beef, or caps, or whatever
it might be. Oh! it was great fun to play Red Riding-Hood and
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THE QUESTION MARK.

When Clarence was a little boy he used to bother people very
much with questions. He wanted to know what the stars were
made of, what made the grass grow, where everything in the
house came from, and these questions were pretty hard to answer
sometimes. He was so in the habit of asking about everything
that he saw and heard that he asked foolish questions sometimes.
One day he found a hole in the toe of his shoe, and he asked
his father, "What makes that hole ?"
His father said, You made it yourself, by stubbing your toe
on the sidewalk when you were playing."
"Why does that make it?"
"Because the leather is soft, and it wears out."
"What makes it soft?"
"Because it isn't hard."
"Why isn't it hard ?"
Because oh, dear! Have you begun another string of ques-
tions? Run to mamma and get some cake, and that will keep
you from talking for a while. I shall have to get something
for you to aim your questions at. It makes me tired to answer
so many of them."
What do you mean by that? What does it mean to aim?
How can I aim questions? What does -
There, run along and get your cake."
When his papa came home from his office that evening Clar-
ence saw that he had a flat parcel under his arm. He ran to
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THIE QUESTION MAK.JL

that paper? Who is it for? Is it for me? What did it cost?
Where did you buy it? Is it something to play with? Let me
see it?"
Before he had time to ask any more questions his father took
off the wrapper, and showed a new target, such as men use to
shoot at with pistols and small guns. He hung the target on
the wall in the dining-room, and said to Clarence, "Now sit
down here and shoot your questions at that target, and when
you have broken it with hard ones I will get you a new
target."
"Where did you get it? What did it-" began Clarence.
Talk to the target," said papa.
"I don't want to talk to a board," said Clarence. He did not
know whether to laugh or cry.
"You won't make the board tired as you do me, and you
won't disturb it when it is busy," answered his papa.
"But it won't do any good to ask it questions because it
can't answer."
I got it for you to throw the questions at that don't need
to be answered. You ask a great many foolish ones that you
would not ask if you were to think for a minute; and a good
many more that you could answer yourself if you took a little
trouble. Hereafter when you have anything to ask, come in here
and ask it of the target first. After you have asked it once,
if you still think it worth while, you may come to me and I
will answer. Go ahead, now, and ask questions of it while I
look over the paper."
But Clarence could not think of anything to ask of the target,
and it was the quietest evening his papa had passed in a year.
Charles M. Skinner.




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