• TABLE OF CONTENTS
HIDE
 Front Cover
 Frontispiece
 Title Page
 Out in a wind
 Mamma's good-night
 A land voyage
 After the shower
 A small guide
 The wild geese
 Nannie's gift
 The turkey-buzzard
 The yoked kittens
 Edgar's soldier lesson
 Caught in their own trap
 The creepmouse
 Grandmother's story
 How the babies rode
 Polly's pupil
 Molly and her kid
 The story of the gander
 On the race-course
 Playing Noah's ark
 How Tom took care of Dot
 Hawks and hollyhocks
 Fred's stolen ride
 A small philosopher
 A race and who won it
 Spring is flinging her blossoms...
 The red dragon
 What the blue-eyed grass saw
 Sammy's boat
 The three little goosey-goslin...
 Playing station
 Sugaring off
 Sensitive plants
 The little dairy-maid
 Betty's playthings
 Building the nest
 The dodder-whip
 To be sunny
 What lady is she?
 The fire-cracker
 Shep's celebration
 Four little bobolinks
 The flamingo
 Back Cover






Group Title: Firelight series
Title: Little helper
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Title: Little helper illustrated stories and poems for little people
Series Title: Firelight series
Physical Description: 1 v. (unpaged) : ill. (some col.) ; 27 cm.
Language: English
Creator: H.M. Caldwell Co ( Publisher )
Publisher: H.M. Caldwell Co.
Place of Publication: New York
Publication Date: c1889
 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 -- 1889   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1889   ( lcsh )
Hand-colored illustrations -- 1889   ( local )
Bldn -- 1889
Genre: Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Hand-colored illustrations   ( local )
Spatial Coverage: United States -- New York -- New York
 Notes
Statement of Responsibility: with original illustrations.
General Note: Frontispiece printed in colors.
General Note: Contains prose and verse.
General Note: Baldwin Library copy illustrations are hand-colored: probably by young owner.
Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
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Bibliographic ID: UF00065458
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 - 002223996
notis - ALG4253
oclc - 70870153

Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Cover 1
        Cover 2
    Frontispiece
        Plate
    Title Page
        Page 1
        Page 2
    Out in a wind
        Page 3
        Page 4
        Page 5
    Mamma's good-night
        Page 6
        Page 7
    A land voyage
        Page 8
        Page 9
    After the shower
        Page 10
    A small guide
        Page 11
        Page 12
        Page 13
    The wild geese
        Page 14
        Page 15
    Nannie's gift
        Page 16
        Page 17
    The turkey-buzzard
        Page 18
        Page 19
        Page 20
    The yoked kittens
        Page 21
        Page 22
    Edgar's soldier lesson
        Page 23
        Page 24
        Page 25
    Caught in their own trap
        Page 26
        Page 27
    The creepmouse
        Page 28
        Page 29
    Grandmother's story
        Page 30
        Page 31
        Page 32
    How the babies rode
        Page 33
        Page 34
    Polly's pupil
        Page 35
        Page 36
        Page 37
    Molly and her kid
        Page 38
    The story of the gander
        Page 39
        Page 40
    On the race-course
        Page 41
        Page 42
        Page 43
    Playing Noah's ark
        Page 44
        Page 45
        Page 46
    How Tom took care of Dot
        Page 47
        Page 48
    Hawks and hollyhocks
        Page 49
        Page 50
        Page 51
    Fred's stolen ride
        Page 52
        Page 53
    A small philosopher
        Page 54
    A race and who won it
        Page 55
        Page 56
        Page 57
        Page 58
    Spring is flinging her blossoms wide
        Page 59
    The red dragon
        Page 60
        Page 61
    What the blue-eyed grass saw
        Page 62
    Sammy's boat
        Page 63
        Page 64
    The three little goosey-goslings
        Page 65
        Page 66
    Playing station
        Page 67
        Page 68
        Page 69
    Sugaring off
        Page 70
        Page 71
        Page 72
    Sensitive plants
        Page 73
    The little dairy-maid
        Page 74
        Page 75
    Betty's playthings
        Page 76
        Page 77
    Building the nest
        Page 78
        Page 79
    The dodder-whip
        Page 80
        Page 81
        Page 82
    To be sunny
        Page 83
    What lady is she?
        Page 84
    The fire-cracker
        Page 85
        Page 86
        Page 87
    Shep's celebration
        Page 88
        Page 89
        Page 90
    Four little bobolinks
        Page 91
        Page 92
    The flamingo
        Page 93
        Page 94
    Back Cover
        Cover 1
        Cover 2
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WITH ORIGINAL ILLUSTRATIONS.


NE W YORK:
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-i, Copyright, i889,
BY RUSSELL PUBLISHING COMPANY.










OUT IN A WIND.


AUNT KITTY had come to make little Polly's mother a visit. She
brought with her a red silk parasol, with a fine black lace border and
an amber handle. It was very beautiful.
Now, little Polly had only a poor old gingham one, with a broken
handle. It would now and then shut right down over her head
when she didn't expect it, which was very
provoking. The boys and girls at school
always laughed and made great -port
of it.
One day it entered her hea rt 1.,oor,
proud, little Polly to take Aunt
Kitty's parasol- just for once.
She would be very careful and
not let any one lay a finger on .
it. -She went into the hall.
There it hung, bright andr
shining, on the hat-tree.
Without stopping to
think twice she quickly
caught it down, and
with- her book-bag
in the other hand
ran out to school.
It was in June, and
there was a high
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OUT IN A WIND.


How the wind blew! It tossed the parasol about, almost taking
Polly off her feet. But she hung on bravely. By and by she turned
a corner, and the strong wind beat into her face.
Quick a a wink up went the parasol. It pulled like a cart-horse-
ahluo-t.
Billy Piper shouted, Let go I Let go, Polly !
Dut Pollv would not let go. She was afraid that the wind would
take it right up in the sky.
Then soiiethii-g liapl-nel. and Billy cried, "I told you so!"
Polly still lhimu to the parasol; but what a queer-looking thing!
Instead of the becutitil li lk, the frame-work was on the outside, and
tlie haniillt: W~.s, right on the top.
It. was all topl:y-turvy. Polly gazed a moment in terror, then fled
tow:ti.'l. home as fast as she could, with the odd thing sailing out
behind.
Aunt Kitty soon righted it, and poor, little, frightened Polly was
comforted; but she did not soon forget that it was best not to meddle
with things which did not belong to her.
CHRISTINE STEPHENS.





























MAMMA'S GOOD-NIGHT.


MAMMA loosens the baby's frock,
And takes off each little shoe and sock;
She softly brushes the golden hair,
And pats the shoulders, dimpled and bare;
She puts on the night-gown, white and long,
Humming the while an evening song:
"Daytime is over;
Play-time is closing;
Even the clover
Is nodding and dozing.
Baby's bed shall be soft and white.
Dear little boy, good-night! good-night!"









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A immna kises the little pink feet.
And the tiny h1inud so dimpled and .:weet.,
The i,:-y cheeks, and the forehead white,
And the lipi tlht oprottle from morn till night;
With a last fond kiss for the golden crown
Gently and softly she lays him down,
And in the hush that the twilight brings
She stands by her darling's bed and sings:
"Over the billow
Soft winds are sighing;
Round baby's pillow
Bright dreams are flying.
Here comes a pretty one, sure to alight!
Dear little boy, go:d-uight good-night! "
EUDORA G. BUMSTEAD.


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A LAND VOYAGE.


SOME children playing on the sea-shore one tdy found an empty
barrel. After rolling it around a little while, Robert thought of a
use for it.
0 sister!" he cried, "I mean to go down the bluff in this,
like the man who went over Niagara Falls in a barrel."
The children clapped their hands. Fanny looked sober. Her
brother's "'speriments" sometimes failed.
Then a dozen little brown hands began to push the barrel up
the steep bank above the beach. Robert was such a daring fellow
that everybody liked to help him.
Once at the top, he explained his plan. It sounded io well that
Fanny believed Robert could do it, but she wished in her heart
that he would give it up.
When all was ready he took off his shoes, hat, ;and r:-ck-ti,
He made a low bow to the little company, kissed his sister, and
crept into the barrel. FaRnny tried not to cry, but her heart beat fast.
The signal was given and off went the barrel. Cr.:hins through
brush and over stones, it le-w down, down, down. Then it phot
across a strip of -inooth beach, out into the sea.








A LAND VOYAGE.

The tide was going out, and soon barrel, Robert, and all were
lightly floating on the waves. This was more than he had thought
of. He had been ashamed to scream on his rough passage down
the hill. The touch of cold water loosened his tongue. His cries
were of little use, however. There was no1:,1ly to hear him; besides,
the barrel, which was now pretty fill of water, was fast sinking.








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Of course the watching children called loudly for help, but
people thought them only pllaviun.,. as usual. At last a bather heard
their cries and hurried to the spot. It was not a minute too
sooni. The barrel, with its precious load, was fast going down.
Pobert was taken home and put in his bed. The, sobbing chil-
dren who followed him thought he would die. He soon began to
get well, however; but he was quite ready to give up trying dan-
gerous 'speriments."
C. EMMA CHENEY.












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."' Ci,. "TlIe .hower is d.-ine!"
SCri-ckits, in the taigledl Cia-sses.
Chirp 'to see the sun.
Hiding; br-W-, from loses peeping,
Clm' e111. '.il down thie temis;
Drip, dripl, \vithl the tireshened breezes,
SWhat a spli'i ot g01i1!
SRobin, with hi L breast of (.r'ilison,
SBol.is 1.1 ini the clover,
." Pipl.fil, l N,_w 's the time for frolic!
S Co':me the ra.ini is over!
a w "Caw! v!" call the crows so hoarsely,
Ere they fly in .sight.
: Biihlt Eye., wat.-lhin-, shouts, "I wi.nder
SIf it wa-,hed them whitei"
GEORGE COOPER.





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A SMALL GUIDE.
WHEN Kitty Grey was eight years old her father took her to
Italy to stay a year. One day they went to Cortona. The
people seemed very poor. Mr. Grey had a crowd of beggars
around him at first, but as he did not look at them they went
away, one after another, until only one was left.
He was a bright, black-y.-d-l little boy,, about Kitty's age. He
was not a beggar, for he only wanted to be hired as a guide,
and to carry wraps. He said his price was five cents for the
whole day, and if the Senor did not feel pleased with him at








A SMALL GIDE.


night he need pay him nothing. xMrs. Grey liked his manly
way, and Kitty said, "IDo, papa!" So he was engaged, and a
little jewel he proved to be. From two words of Italian he
would guess a whole sentence. He was always near, and never
in the way. When Mrs. Grey needed her parasol he would
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museum, and the walls, and pointed out. what they ought to
look at. His name was Niccola.
While Mr. Grey looked at the old walls and read, the two
children played catch" and "hide-and-go-seek." They could
not talk to each other, but they had such a merry time that
Mrs. Grey told them to go up to the Fountain and play, where
nobody would mind their noise. Niceolo's mother was there, wash.
ing. with little Marta, -a. shy little girl of four. When his mother
was2 ready to; go, -Niccolo asked to have Marta, stay, that the








A SMALL GUIDE.


" Senora" might see her; so the good woman went off alone,
smiling, with a big bundle of wet clothes on her back. While
Kitty was coaxing the pretty child for a kiss, Mr. Grey called
Niccolo, and he ran off down the hill, leaving the little girls
alone.
While they waited a number of naughty boys came up, and began
to tease them. They took the long, dry spears of a kind of coarse
grass that grew there, and pretended to stab them, making a great
noise. Marta began to cry, and the boys to jeer and laugh. Kitty
could not tell what they said, but she was afraid, and she cried
too. The boys thought this was great fun, and when wails of
"Niccolo!" and "Papa!" rent the air, they mocked them in
all keys, laughing and dancing with glee.
But Ni9colo had heard the noise, and he rushed upon them
from behind, striking out with his little brown fists in every
direction. They struck back, and had just made his nose bleed,
when Mr. Grey came in sight, and the boys ran off as fast as
they could go.
Mr. Grey carried Kitty back to the hotel in his arms. Nio-
colo carried Marta, and Mrs. Grey took the wraps. It was a
sad walk, for the little girls cried all the way. But when Mr.
Grey gave Niccolo five times five cents, he thanked him with
such joy that Marta laughed, and Kitty had to laugh too.
CLARA G. DOLLIVER.





















THE WILD GEESE.


"I Hou Houk! Houk! "
A loud clang in the sky-
An arrow in the frosty air-
The Wild Geese going by!
"Houk! Houk!" It is their leader's cry;
"Houk! Houk! My Gray Wings, south we fly I
Behind, the loud wind whirls the snow;
Before, green grass and rushes grow,
And lakelets in the sunlight shine;
Houk! This Year's Goslings, keep the line!
I never led a flock so fine!
Houk! Houk! Good Goose, can you not spy,
Far down, a field of winter rye ?
We soar too high; drop low; drop low;
We'll stop and feast, then on we'll go!
Our arrow cleaves the frosty sky!
Houk! Houk! My Gray Wings, south we fly!"
MARIAN DOUGLAS





















































































































































































































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NANNIE'S GIFT.

NANNIE DaNES is a sweet little girl, just six years old. She is
not a pretty child, for her face is very thii and freckled; but her
heart is so good and loving that those who know her best love
her dearly.
Her father is a biL. silent man, and her mother is always tired
and busy; so Nannie does not have so many kisses and fond
words as she would like. Her two little brothers are rather
rough, and only the-baby seems to be as loving as Nonnie her-
self. She is one of the best little girls in the school, and learns
very fast; not because she is so quick, but because she tries so
hard, and wants to do just what her teacher says.








NANNIE'S GIFT.


One day, just before Christmas, when all the children were talk-
ing about stockings, and trees,,and Sulta CLis. Miss Hart said
to her class, "The principal is coming in to-day to hear you read
and spell, and to-morrow to see how well you can add. I want
yo\. all to try hard, and to the five best I will give a Christmas
present the last day of school."
N mnie's eyes opened wide. She had never had a Christmas
present in her life, for her
fath )r was P..^, poor, and it
took all his money to buy
bread and clothes and
pay r, nt. He had given her
five cats the ay she was
six, ani that was the only
present_ she ". bhad ever had.
She had uev- er spent it,
though she l had often been
teased to do so by her
brothers; Amd I sphe passed a
candy-st ,re EI l' every day as
she went to school.
When Miss Hart spoke
about the Christmas present a delightful idea came into Nannie's
mind, and she resolved ta be one of the five best; and so she was,
though her heart beat so hard she could hardly see to read when
the principal called her name.
The last day Miss Hart brought a basket to school with her, and
just before the children went home she took off the cover, and gave
to the three girls and two boys each a fine, large, red apple; they
all ate them on the way home, except Nannie. She did not even
show it to her mother, but hid it away in the closet so quietly that






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nobody knew anything about it. Her little brothers twitted her
for not being one of the five best, but she did not say a word.
On Christmas morning, while Mrs. Dane was out of the room,
she put her apple and five cents on her mother's plate. Then
she looked with eyes full of love to say, Merry Christmas I" when
she came in. I think angels looked with eyes of love on little
Nannie then.
CLARA G. DOLLIVER.












THE TURKEY-BUZZARD.

ANDY had one strange pet. It was a turkey-buzzard, a very
large bird, measuring over five feet between the tips of its wings.
He saw it one evening sitting on the top of his shanty, close to
the stove-pipe chimney. He could not catch it, and did not want
to shoot it.
The next morning, when he went to his traps, he found
the big bird caught by one toe. He took it out of the trap,
carried it home, and bound up its wounded toe very carefully.
He tied a band of leather around its leg, and then picketed the
bird near his door. It soon became very tame, and ate corn with
the hens.
The buzzard is a kind of vulture, and is found in North






THE TURKEY-BUZZARD.

America, and sometimes in Jamaica, where it is called the "John
Crow."
Its feathers are glossy, like the turkey's, but its form is like thea
































eagle and falcon. It is not so large as these birds, nor so
courageous.
Turkey-buzzards are very useful birds. They devour decaying
animals, that would prove injurious to the comfort and bheltA of
man.








THE TURKEY-BUZZARD.


They eat a great deal, and find some place in which to sit and
rest until hungry again.
They are very lazy birds, sitting with their wings half open, as
a hen does on a warm day.
They do not build much of a nest, but find some place in a
:hollow tree, or log, where they lay their eggs.
The black vulture of the South is smaller than the turkey-
buzzard, but belongs to the same genus.
Both of these birds are protected by law, they are so useful, and
;are almost domesticated.
MRS. O. HOWARD.









THE YOKED KITTENS.


I SUPPOSE there never was a little girl who had such an odd doll's
carriage, or such a queer pair of ponies to drag it, as Flossie had.
Her brother Tom had made a little yoke, all by himself, just like the
big yokes they use to.work oxen.
When it was finished he put it on the two little black and white
kittens, who were so much alike you could scarcely tell one from the


other. After training them every day for a week, so they would pull
together, and not try to get their heads out of the yoke, he hitched
them into a small ox-cart John, the coachman, had made for him.
- Then Flossie lent him her black doll, Pompey, to stand up in front
and drive. Of course Tom really drove them himself, and walked
beside them to see that they kept in the path.
As an ox-cart has no seats, the dolls were placed side by side in the
bottom. Fixed in this way, one pleasant day, Antoinette, the French
doll, and Jason, with large blue eyes and long golden hair, started
out for a drive.








THE YOKED KITTENS.


When they started, a big black dog bounded through the
gate, straight towards the happy little
party. Flossie and Tom ran with
all their night. tow- f 1. ards the house.
The liTtle kittens, frightened al-
most to death, darted up the
first tree, and began to climb,
with the wagon dangling at their
heels. t
The noise brought out John,
the coachman, who took the poor,
trembling, lit- tle kittens to the
stable. He picked up the doll-
ies, but. Antoinette had lost
an eye, '' and Jason's head was
gone; but Pompey seemed
as fresh as when
they started on
S' the drive.
BHELEN C. LARNED.






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EDGAR'S SOLDIER LESSON.

REALLY, it was too bad. Edgar was going out to play soldier
He slipped on the steps, and twisted his ankle.
My little lad must go to bed and get well," said Mamma Gates.
"Boo-hoo! howled Eddy.
Uncle Caspar looked up from his paper and smiled.
"I don't want to go to bed; I want to go and be a soldier,"
sobbed poor Edgar.
"But, if your ankle is not bathed and put to bed, you will be very
lame to-morrow."
"I don't care," whined Eddy; I don't want to go to. bed."
SI thought you were playing soldier,". said Uncle Caspar.
"Yes, sir!"
Well, what does a soldier do ?"
Edgar looked up puzzled. He marches, and he drums." Eddy
looked at his drum, and began to cry again.
"Is that all he does?"
"He don't have to go to bed," whined Eddy.
"But sometimes he gets hurt badly. He is shot in battle. Then
what does he do? Does he howl and cry?"
Now Uncle Caspar was an old soldier, whom Eddy admired very
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EDGAR'S SOLDIER LESSON.

"No-o-o! I guess not. I don't know," said the boy.
"No. He goes to the hospital. There he is as brave as when he
drums and marches."
Edgar wiped his eyes, and looked eagerly at his uncle. Is going
to bed and not crying being a good soldier ?" he asked.
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ambulance -that's a wagon, you know -and take you to t hios-.
pital."
Uncle Caspar picked Eddy up in his arms, and carried him gently
to his chamber.
"Now I'm going to be a good soldier," said the boy, with a smile.








EDGAR'S SOLDIER LESSON.


He did not wince when his uncle felt of the sore ankle, and bound it
tap.
That's a brave lad, Eddy," said his uncle. Now play it does
not hurt, and go to sleep."
Half an hour later Edgar was dreaming. He looked like a brave
little corporal taking his rest.


IUncle Caspar hung up Eddy's flag and gun where he could see
;eem when he waked. The drum, with the soldier cap and belt
upon it, was placed on the bed.
Edgar limped downstairs the next day, and went into camp on
the sofa. He whined ard complained no more. He had learned the
,esson that a brave boy is patient in suffering.
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CAUGHT IN THEIR OWN TRAP.


IT was a very hot day, and rainy too. Regular dog-day weather,"
old Mr. Spriggins said, "if it is the month of June."
It was too rainy for the boys to play out-doors at noon-time, so you
may know it rained hard. The smaller children played Tea-kettle's
boiling over!" in the entry; but that was too small game for our
three rogues.
"How hot it is! said Tommy Trow, mopping up his face with a
very dirty handkerchief.
"Have to make up a fire to cool off by," said Billy Coe, who was
always saying queer things.
Let's do it," cried Titus Rowe, the harum-scarum boy of the
school. "Let's make a fire and roast 'em out this afternoon."
So the three young scamps went to work to get together wood and
kindlings, and made up a fire in the big, rusty stove. By the time
one o'clock and Miss True came the school-room was "just as hot as
a pepper-pot."


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CAUGHT IN THEIR OWN TRAP.


The scholars, as they came in one after another, looked disgusted,
and fanned themselves with their books.
Miss True quietly shut up the stove, and opened all the windows
and the door. Then, by a very few direct questions, she found out
who made the fire.
Moving up a chair each side of the stove, and one behind it, she


called on Tommy, Billy, and Titus to come with their books, and
occupy the three chairs. Then she gave all the others seats near the
open windows, and commenced recitations.
How those boys did sweat and swelter! "Please, Miss True,
mayn't I go to my seat? asked Tommy, after a while.








THE CREEPMOUSE.


"No," said Miss True, so decidedly that the others did not dare to
ask.
How they did long for recess time, that they might go out in the
rain and cool off! But when recess came they were kept in instead,
and very much ashamed they looked.
If you are sure you are warm enough now, boys," said Mi-s True,
when recess was over, "you may take your own seats for the rest of
the day." And very glad they were to do it.
"I tell you," said Billy, on the way home, "you won't catch me
making up another fire in a hot day."
"Nor me," said Titus. I like to have roasted to death! "
"Yes, 'twas awful," -ig,il Tommy; "but I couldn't help think-
ing she served us just about right."
And nobody denied it.
M. C. W. B.







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THE CREEPMOUSE.

WHEN baby in the morning
Begins to coo and crow,
A little cuddle-y creepmouse
Keeps moving to and fro.

And over all the dimples
Doth the little creepmouse creep,
Till it finds the very sweetest one,
And there it goes to sleep.
ANNA M. PRATT.






































































THE CREEPMOUSE.






























WHEN I was a little girl I lived in the country. I had two
brothers, one younger, one older than I; but my sister was much
older, so most of the time I played by myself.
An old stone wall, gray with moss, divided our farm from the
street. Beside this wall I had my play-house. In the cracks between
the stones I put shelves made of bits of wood found at a cabinet-
maker's near by. On these I set up bits of pretty china or crockery
that had been broken. Then there were odd little bits of mahogany
that had been left from sawing out furniture, that looked like little
chairs. On one of these I sat my doll, and the others stood around
as though other dolls were expected to visit her. Then a fire was
laid with twigs in a fire-place made of pebbles, and the flames were
represented by dandelion blossoms pulled to pieces. In this play-
house I spent many happy hours, daily adding to its treasures.
But one morning I found a decoration that I had not made. A big
black and gold spider, a great beauty, had spun a delicate, wheel-
shaped web from the wall to a bush near by. He sat in the middle







GRANDMOTHER'S STORY.


of it, waiting for a call from some silly fly. I was glad to see him,
and called him my clock.
One day I had a small wooden milking pail given me, and it was
not long before I wanted to use it. We had many cows, and I had
often watched my father and brother milk, so I knew very well how it
was done. I begged to be allowed to try. So when my father had
nearly milked a quiet, good, old cow, named Curly horns," he let me
sit on the stool and milk my pail full, and no little princess was ever


happier. But before long I wanted some little pans to turn the milk
into and set it for cream. Then I would make some butter. Oh,
what dreams I had of what I'd do! Well, mother bought me the
pans, and I used to fill and set them on the shelves in the play-house
each night. In the morning I skimmed the cream, put it in a small
jar, and at the end of the week beat it with a large spoon in a bowl
till it was butter. So each week there was a pat of butter for the
table, which was dealt out with great pride by me to father and
mother. Do you believe that I ever saw -better-butter than that?







GRANDMOTHER'S STORY.


One morning, when I went to skim the milk, the pan was empty.
Off I went, crying to mother that Dick, my brother, had drank the
milk. Dick -was called, but denied having drank it. So also said
James. They thought it must have tipped over. No," said I, "it
was setting all right on the shelf." So mother comforted me by say-
ing it would not happen again, though she could not explain.
But, ails for her credit as a prophet it did happen again the next


morning, and for many mornings, till I was in despair. One morning
I rose early and went out to my play-house, jumped 'over the wall,
and caught the thief in the act of stealing iy milk; and what do
you think it was ?
A black snake !
I screamed, and rushed for the house, and Dick ran with a big stick
and killed him. But that was the end of my play-house, for I was
afraid of snakes, and feared his -mate would come some time: so I
never played there again.
J. D. E.


















HOW THE BABIES RODE.


VHEN Wynan was six years old he went to the Adirondacks to
stay a month. There were papa and mamma and Uncle Jack, Bertha
and Harry and Grace, Effie and May, besides Wynan himself. Effie
was only three, and May not yet two, and Wynan, who prided him-
self on his six years, and felt almost as big as papa, invariably spoke
of his little sisters as the babies."
They left home early in the morning, and after riding all day in
the cars stopped at a little country hotel, where they stayed all
night. The next morning they climbed into a big wagon, drawn by
four horses, and were driven sixteen miles along the rough forest
road. Wynan was told that at the end of the drive they would be
met by a guide, who would row them across Lake Wisco. Then they
would have to walk -two miles through the forest to the lodge where
they were going to stay.
"But how are the babies going?" asked Wynan. They cannot
walk."
"They are going to ride," said Uncle Jack.
"How?" asked Wynan. "Will there be a baby-carriage for
them ?"
Uncle Jack said no, there would not be any carriage; but when
Wynan teased to know more he only laughed and told him to wait ,
and see.
Wynan did not want to wait, but he found it was the only way, for
papa and mamma shook their heads when he begged them to tell him.
During the last few miles of the drive Wynan guessed many
strange ways by which the babies would be carried across the
country, but he never once hit upon the right one.







.HOW THE. BABIES RODE.


And how did they ride? Why, in two strong pack-baskets that
were firmly strapped across papa's and Uncle Jack's shoulders. Effie


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Y-, ,.'.' and May rode
w.. ith papa. For the
..4 _' first and last time
,,; f in his lit;, Wuaun really wished
j.' 4; II' he vN s little, that he, too,
i" mighlit ride iu this odd way.
How tiny the bIabies look!"
crie-l W\vn,.ii when they were fairly
'" i, started; .nid inlee they did look
.htuity, aniii pretty, too, so mam-
S S nma tlh:iuight. And Effie laughed
d -izpliped her hands,
S i a, t.hiiikin'g it tine fun; but
"" ", i iMay wa.s a little grave at
''I. fi ..t, puzzling her
S sm:ill I:iriin to know
w..- what it all meant.
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S" travelling,
'" and liked
S* it as well as her sister.
--' '\. And during their stay
in the great forest many
a ride did the little girls take in this novel fasMmn.
EMMA C. DOWD.





































POLLY'S PUPIL.


"Well, this is discouraging! What shall I do
With such a perverse little lassie as you?
You've idled and fretted an hour or more,
And are not a bit nearer the end than before.

"You want to be out with the birds and the flowers,
And cannot be busy for two little hours?
Why, flowers are growing, and hear the birds sing--
There's some kind of duty for every thing.








POLLY'S PUPIL.


"Now, bring me your lesson. What D, 0, G, cat ?
Did ever one hear of such spelling as that?
Take that lesson over, and hand me your slate.
MIy .dear little daughter, twice six is not eight!


"And look at your writing,! One really might: thinK
A chicken had been at your l:,ottle of ink
And made little claw tracks. Ah,, what would you do
If I were so naughty and careless with you?

"Now, play I was Polly, and yon shall teach me
And see what a good little girl IL shall be.
Yes, you take the primer, and teach. me to spell.
And show me the figures and make me write well"








POLLY'S PUPIL.


Miss Polly sat straight as she shut up the book
And gazed at her pupil with soberest look.
"My dear little daughter, I'm happy to say
You've had all your lessons quite perfect to-day.

"Now leave all the figures and teasing hard words,
And go out and play with the flowers and birds.
I am sure so much study is injuring you.--
Ho! ho! Mamma, darling--that's what I should do."
SYDNEY DAYRE.


THREE LITTLE MAIDS FROM CANADA.












MOLLY AND HER KID.


ERNESTINE and Helen had started to walk down the lane one morn-
ing when they heard a cry as if some animal were in distress.
They looked around, and Ernestine's black eyes spied Molly on the
other side of the stone wall.
Molly was the goat, and the children were sure she knew more
than any other goat in the world.
"Perhaps her little Nannie is lost," said Ernestine. "Let's go
back and get Nellie Bly."
Nannie was Molly's little kid.
The children ran back to the house, and Molly bounded along
behind the wall.
"Nellie Bly! Nellie Bly! they shouted; "please come out here."
Nellie Bly was in the garden watering her flowers, but she put
down her watering-pot and went out into the lane.
"0 auntie !" said Helen, "something ails Molly; won't you see
what she wants ?"
"Do you think she has lost Nannie ?" exclaimed Ernestine.
Let's go into the field," answered Nellie Bly, "and see if we can
understand her."
She took down the bars, and as soon as they were in the field,
Molly ran away from them towards some woods at the opposite end
of the field. She stopped twice to see if they were following, and
both times made the same little cry of distress. When they reached
her, there lay Nannie in a crotch formed by two trees growing side by
side. She had crawled in and could not get out. "Poor Molly!"
said Nellie Bly, as she lifted the little kid out of its narrow bed;
"she is as frightened about her baby as your mother would be about
you, Helen, if you fell down stairs."
"She is trying to thank you," said Ernestine, as Molly made a low,
contented sound after assuring herself that the kid was not hurt.
You're very welcome, Molly," said Nellie Bly; I hope Nannie
will be a good child."
One night, several weeks after, Nannie came to the door and


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THE STORY OF THE GANDER.


good to eat. At last he saw this sweet little girl in a pink
close to the fence. She looked very tempting; so he Poked


his head and neck through the slats of the fence. He took a good,
firm hold of the pink frock and tried to pull dress and all through.
Oh, how the dear little girl screamed! The mite of a boy
screamed too, and jumped 'about, but never thought of running
away. Not he! he must do something to save his sister. But
what to do he didn't know, he was so small, and the gander so big.
At last he caught up a stick, climbed up on the gate, and beat the








THE STORY OF THE GANDER.


birh #ith all his little strength. But the gander did not mind that,
and pulled away harder than ever, and the little girl screamed louder
than ever.
1amma and the good girl in the kitchen had by this time heard
the aoise, and same running out. Mamma soon made the gander let


go his hold of that pretty frock. The little girl was comforted and
pitied, and her brother praised for what he had done.
He deserved praise, for he was a brave boy; don't you think so?
The gander seemed to him a terrible wild beast, trying to carry off
his baby sister.
Here little Amy always says, And it is true, isn't it, auntie ?"
and I reply, "Every word true."
E. M. A.,










ON THE RACE-COURSE.
I ONCE owned shares in railway stock,
And had a free pass yearly;
And how, or when, that road failed up
I never knew quite clearly.


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The first I knew -the engineer
Wore pants, instead of dresses;
And from beneath the school-boy s cap
I missed the golden tresses.








ON THE RACE-COURSE.


And next this kilted Jockey came
His steed-a (rocking?) pacer.
My four-year-old," in papa's boots,
Astride a "Maud S." racer.


The trotting course I must confess it -
Is laid across my body Brussels;"
And here the nag and Jockey come
To train, and stretch their muscles.


The arm-chair's next a tally ho !
And "Kitty" is postilion.
The coachman blows his penny horn
As if he owned a million.







ON THE RACE-COURSE.


A stylish turnout next appears,
Selected quite at random;
The saw-horse, boot-box, organ stool, --
All driven "a-la-tandem."


Now Jockey's cap and pony's tail
Go switching round the table;
Hurrah! thve're :onl the home
stretc-h now,
As fast -is they are able.







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Go ,l' b Iules-ir.g ou you. bonny boy!.
Your race is just beginning,.
And may you gain in future years
A race that's worth the winning.
FRANCIS COE.


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PLAYING NOAH'S ARK.


THEY were going to play Noah's Ark. This-was a quiet game, and
mamma had a headache.
Uncle Jed was Noah. Zuriel played Ham. She was six years
old, and she was fond of ham and eggs.
Doll Kitty Dingle was Shem. She had lost one eye by falling
against the stove. Zuriel said this was a. shame." And "Shem"
sounded something like shame," you know.
Baby Grace was Japhet. She was two, years old. Her hair was
out straight across her forehead. She t.alkei all the time, but could
not speak plain. The nurse said it. was HebIrew. Japhet was a
Hebrew.
Peter and Billy played animals. Billy was a small pug dog. He
was the elephant. Peter was so large a cat that he played all the
rest of the animals, and the birds too.
They all went into the ark, then the flood began. It did not truly
rain, for the ark was the arm-chair in the parlor; but Uncle Jed
said, Br-r-r-r and "Pit-a-pat, pit-a-pat !" That was the wind
and the rain, you see.
The arm-chair was on wheels. To make the ark sail, Uncle Jed
turned the wheels with his hands.
Ham sat on Noah's knee, and held Shem in his lap. Japhet
perched on the other knee.
Billy, the elephant, climbed upon one of Uncle Jed's shoulders.
The rest of the animals and birds sat on the other shoulder. They
were puss Peter, you know.
Then the ark set sail, and rolled about the parlor in a lovely
manner.
After a few moments Zuriel thought it was time to send out the
dove. She was in a hurry, because she smelled gingerbread baking
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PLAYING NOAH'S ARK.








PLAYING NOAH'S ARK.


So they played send out the dove; but he really was out all the
time. It was a stuffed dove, and he sat upon a brass moon which
hung fi-rom the gas-pipe.
,_o :Zuriel said she did not want to land in the moon. Poor Noah did
not know what to do abdut it.
Perhaps the elephant smelted the ,in.r'll'T'read too. At any rats,.
just then Billy tumbled out of the ark.
But he was not drowned. He found the parlor carpet dry, and
raced away to the lounge.
Noah said the lounge must be Mount Ararat, and they would go
ashore.
Billy's ear caught the sound of 'rat," and he barked very loud
indeed.
ThIn Peter forgot that he was any animal but a eat, and he hopped
out of the ark.
Ham andJaphet scampered off, and went '-staight. to the kitchen.
Soon thi-ey c.1itn back with their imoi:tlis1 fll ol'iungerbli'ead. They
found poor 1inly Nuah!i asleep in the ark.
UNCLE EELI;:












ToM lived on the i:,nk of
the river. His father had
a boat in which he could
go down to fish. Sometimes
he would take Tom with him and let him row.
Tom had a little sister whom they called Dot (because she was
so small for her age). One day Tom's mother asked him if he
could take care of Dot 'while she went to the city. Tom was very
fond of his little sister, iun he promised to take good care of
her. Anid this is the way he did it.
Tom thought it would be nice to take Dot down to the river
and show her papa's boat. The boat was pulled partly on shore,
while the remainder, wa: 'in the water.
Tom knew if he; and Dot got into the boat they could get good
motion by his rocking it. So he lifted Dot in and- then jumped
in himself. Then he began to -rock the boat. Dot had never been
in a boat before,. and. she was delighted with the .motion.
SBy and by Dot ex:.hii.-d, 0 Tom! the bank's gone and -left


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HOW TOM TOOK CARE OF DOT.


us." Tom turned to see what Dot meant, and .found that the boat
had broken from the bank, and they were floating down the stream
without any oars. Tom was very much frightened. He remem-
bered his promise to his mother to take good care of Dot; but
he was a very brave little fellow, and did not let Dot know of
his fear.
"Dot, you'll sit very still, won't you?" asked Tom.


- --


Dot promised. Tom wondered if they would have to stay on
the river all night.
But they did not. A kind fisherman found them, took them
into his boat, and rowed them back to their papa and mamma.
They were so glad to have them safe in their arms again that
they didn't scold Tom. They knew he meant no harm, and Tom's
fear was his own punishment. He never ventured into dangerous
places with his little sister again.
KATIE KYLE.



















HAWKS AND HOLLYHOCKS.


WHEN little Jessie went from the city to visit her aunt the
country was new and strange to her. She wondered -at nearly
everything. Seeing a brood of chickens, she said, 0 aunty, what
a many. canaries! "
She -knew cut flowers very well,
but had seen few flowers growing.
jThe garden was her delight. She
learned the names of the plants.
Some hollyhocks seemed like trees in
:' bloom, reaching high above the little
straw hat.
One day Jessie heard her uncle
say he feared the hawks would catch
the chickens. That large one,"
said he, looked wicked when watch-
ing for a chance."
SJessie got down from her chair at
the table and went straight to the
garden. There her aunt found her standing soberly among the
hollyhocks.
"I guess they haven't caught any yet," said Jessie.
"What do you mean?" her aunt inquired.


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HAWKS AND HOLLYHOCKS.


"Hollyhocks and chickens," replied the child. "Uncle spoke of
this great one. I would cut it down if it catches chickens."
0 you little city girl! smiled
her aunt. Don't you know hawks
are birds? I will show you one
/ when he comes hunting around
-" again. You shall see how swiftly
his pointed wings carry him through
the air."
"Does he peep ?" asked Jessie, looking up at the sky. "For I
saw a bird sailing round and round, crying, 'Peep! Peep!'"
"That might be a night-hawk," said her aunt. Night-hawks do
no harm. But hawks, too, sail and cry in that way. When the
hen hears one she makes haste to call her brood under her wings.
The little things learn the danger, and, hearing the voice of a hawk,
run and hide beneath the mother. Then she makes a low sound
that they know means, 'Keep out of sight, children.' "
Then her aunt added, I came to the garden for flowers to fill
the vases, and you may help to cut them, Jessie."
LAVINIA S., GOODWIN.









FRED'S STOLEN RIDE.

ONE day little Fred's mother, who had been sick a long time, told
him she was going out with a friend to take a drive. Fred wanted to
go, too, but his mother said there would not be room in the buggy.
Fred felt very cross and unhappy, and sat down on the front steps,
ready to cry as soon as he should see his mother go away.
A buggy came to the
Sgate, and the gentleman
S.. who was driving went
d into the house. Fred
.-." -ran out and climbed
'"'- ." ".into the buggy to sit
'.. ., there until. his mother
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-- came out.
-.'I. -. In looking around he
15 -, .".- saw there was a wide
.' "space under the seat, in
A. J;'," '-.:.:"',- -which a boy might hide.
He crawled in, thinking
-.- .- he would take a ride,
.. ... .---_ and his mother would
-- not, know it.
He waited a long
--__ ~ time, but no one came,
and at last he grew
tired and fell asleep.
He was waked by feeling a big jolt, as a wheel of the buggy struck
a stone; but he kept still. After what seemed to him a long time
the buggy stopped and he heard some one taking the horse from the
shafts. He waited until all was quiet, and then crawled out from his
hiding-place.








FRED'S STOLEN RIDE.


He found it was almost dark, and everything about him was strange.
He was very much frightened, but he jumped down and went to a


farm-house close by. A woman he had never seen before came to the
door. When he told her where he lived she said he was fifteen miles
from home, and he found that he had taken his stolen ride in the
buggy of a man who had called to see his father on business.
It was too late for Fred to go home that night, and he had to stay
at the farmer's house until the next day. Then he was taken home,
and I anm.very sure he never tried to steal another ride.
FLORENCE B. HALLOWELL.







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A SMALL PHILOSOPHER.

TED and Uncle Ned went nutting,
On a pleasant autumn day,
When the wood was warm and sunny,
And the squirrels were. at play;
When the yellow leaves kept falling
-Softly, softly, to the ground;
And the ripe, brown nuts were dropping,
Pat-pat-patter, all around.









A RACE AND WHO WON IT.


Happy Teddy's blue eyes sparkled,
And his cheek glowed like a rose;
But just then a falling shagbark
Struck him plump upon his nose.
"Oh!" he cried and laughed together,
"What a dreadful thing wouldd be
If the nuts were big as pumpkins
Growing on this hickory tree!"
LUCY WILLING.


J- zY JACK, the donkey, was going along in a quiet
trot with Jack, the boy, on his back, and Jack, the dog, alongside.
"Let's have a race cried Jack, the boy.
"Let's have a race !:" whinnied Jack, the donkey.
"Let's have a race barked Jack, the dog.








A RBAE AYND WHO WON IT.


Whoever gets to the cross-roads first, wins," shouted Jack, the
boy.
"All right," barked Jack, the dog.
"Well, I'd like to know," whinnied Jack, the donkey, which one
of us two '11 win if we reach the cross-roads before the dog, for you're
sitting on my back."
"I never thought of that," said Jack, the boy; "I suppose we'll
have to say we both win. If I were to run I'd have no chance with
you two."
Of course not," assented Jack, the donkey; "stick on,-and may
be, after all, you'll get there before me."
"Keep your place," barked Jack, the dog.
"One, two, three," counted Jack, the boy; "one, two, three, and
away I "








A RACE AND WHO WON IT.


And away they ran; one minute the two Jacks ahead, the next
minute the one. But, although they were going so fast, Jack, the
donkey, was busily thinking, and this is what he thought: -


Jack, the boy, is only eight years old, and his whole heart is set
apon winning this race. Now, I'm nigh on to a hundred and eight
if I'm correct, and the other fellow is only a dog. I'm determined
that the boy Jack shall win."
And the dog was thinking too, and this is what he thought:-







A RACE AND WHO WON IT.


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the dog was left behind, for the donkey started ahead. at a wonderful
pace. When within a yard of the appointed place he gently tossed&
the boy Jack over his head, right on to the cross-roads.
Jack landed on his feet in breathless astonishment.
Well," he exclaimed, -I declare if I didn't get here first, after

And Jack, the donkey, whinnied, and Jack, the dog, barked.
LOUISE R. BAKER.



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W JACK's brother Tom gave him a
Chinese-Dragon- kite, with wings like
a great red bird. The boys all said
that nothing like it had ever been
seen in town.
They sent him up, and pulled him in, and
sent him up again, just for the fun of it.
But just the last time, when they were going
to let him sail away as far as he would, a
cruel telegraph wire caught him by the tail
and held him fast. Jack tugged at the
string until it broke. Then the boys said it was of no use trying
any more. One by one they went off, leaving poor Jack standing
in the street alone, gazing up at his -dear Dragon, flapping help-
lessly so far above him. He tried hard not to cry, but he could
not help a vagrant tear that slipped out of his eye, and stole
down the side of his nose. He put his arms round the pole with
some wild idea of climbing it. Then he got a lath from a new
building, and tried to reach the captive. He put that down and
wiped the tear, which was now very cold, off the end of his nose,
and swallowed a great lump that would come in his throat.
Just then a man came along, crying, "Tins to mend! It
sounded like "Hings to bings!." but everybody knew what he
meant.
"Hullo, boy! he said. Is that your kite ? "


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THE RED DRAGON.


Jack nodded; he couldn't speak for the lump in his throat.
The man looked up at the Dragon, then down at Jack. Per-
haps he thought of some other little boy, or of himself as a child
in his poor home far away across the seas. At any rate his face
looked very kind.


He took the long lath over to the new building and. nailed it
to a still longer one; with this he reached the Dragon.
The tail was now twisted many times around the wire; and it
took time and patience to uncurl it, but at last the pride of kites
was released.
As it came fluttering to the ground, the man picked up his
little furnace and was off, crying, "Hings to bings!" before Jack
could even thank him.
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SAMMY lived very near the river, and, being a small boy, had little
else to do than to play. He liked to watch the boats, big and little,
that plied up and down the broad sheet of water, and had a little
fleet of his own. He could not make his boats very well. Some
were too heavy, and some a little one-sided, and they had a way
of sailing upside down.


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One day Sammy was th.in;;- as usual on the shore when he saw a
little vessel sailing towards him with very different i.__-,i1 from any
of his own make. She was well-shaped, with a keel and masts, and
had-been painted, but the water had washed off much of the paint.
She was, in fact, a toy vessel, such as Sammy had never seen before in
all his life. It had di ifftdl away from its owner far down the river.







was too far out, and he nearly fell into the water. Just then a fishing-
















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Sammy jumped up, and tried to reach it with a long pole, but it
was too far out, and he nearly fell into the water. Just then a fishing-
boat came up, with two men rowing it. One of them was a great
friend of Sammy's, and often took him out fishing with him.
captured the tiny vessel and brought it in shore with him.
Sammy clapped his hands with delight, and seized his treasure to
examine it more closely. Some of the rigging was broken, but Sam-
my's friend mended it up, and .the little boat was soon afloat again.
Sammy fastened a long line to it, so that his prize may not drift away
from him.
PINK HUNTER.












THE THREE LITTLE GOOSEY-GOSLINGS.


THERE were once three little yellow and white goslings who had
no mother. One day they went out walking and met an old gray
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e aire nuti-t
ing for a home,"
said the three little yellow and white goslings; and we don't know
where to go."
Come with me," said the gray goose. I have a nice home in a
barrel up by the barn, and no little goslings to put in it. Come with
me, and I will be your mother."
The three little yellow and white goslings bobbed their heads and
looked so pleased that the old goose wanted to kiss them, only she
didn't know how.
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THE THREE LITTLE GOOSEY-GOSLINGS.


So she started off for her barrel and the three little goslings wad-
dled after. But there was an old fox watching them from behind a
tree.
"Ha! ha!" said the fox to himself. "I see three little yellow
and white goosey-goslings. I think I'll catch one for my supper."
He crept softly through the
grass and was just going to
pounce on one of the goslings
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wings right in his face.
"Boo! boo!" said the goose; P
" away with you! away with you! "
and frightened the fox off into the woods.
The next morning the old gray goose said to the little goslings,
"Come, my dears. Let us go down to the brook and swimm"
"Yes, yes," said the yellow and white goslings; and they all wad-
dled off together.
When they came to the brook the old goose jumped in first, and
the three little goslings followed after splash splash splash one
after the other.
But the old fox was watching them from the bank.








PLA YIYG STATION.


"Ha! ha!" he said to himself. C"I spy three little yellow and
white goosey-goslings. I think I'll catch one for my breakfast." So
he jumped into the brook, and the little goslings ducked their heads
into the water and out again, without once looking behind them.
But the old gray goose was on the watch and she jumped at the fox,
and flapped her wings in his face. She splashed the water in his
eyes, and shrieked out at the top of her voice : Boo boo! away with
you! away with you!"
This so frightened the fox that he scrambled up the bank as fast as
his legs would carry him, ran off into the woods, and never came back
again.
The three little goslings went back to live in the barrel, and grew
up, each of them, to be a big mamma goose, and to have little yellow
and white goslings of her own.
E. ANNETTE HILLS.
















PLAYING STATION.

WHET Aunt Kate came to make us a visit last spring she brought
Arthur and James a present of a little hammock. Their papa
swung it between two trees in the 1i':tck-yard, and the little boys
were delighted with it, and took turns swinging each other.
Every day when it was time for James to take his noon-day nap









PLAYING STATION.


his nurse put him in the hammock and swung him to sleep. He
never made a fuss, as was often the case when he was rocked to sleep
in somebody's arms.
One afternoon, when the two little boys were in the hammock,
Aunt Kate came out in the yard. Let's play station," she said;
"I'll swing you, and you must tell me where you want to go, and
I'll stop the hammock when we get to the place. Then you must
pay your car-fare in kisses."
Arthur said he wanted to go to Washington, and so Aunt Kate


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ton !" in a loud tone, and said the fare was five dollars. So

again, for James wanted to go to Boston. When Aunt Kate
called out Boston!" James had to pay ten kisses.
"Now, where do you want to goe n asked Aunt Kate.
I want to o to do said Arthr.






swuThen the hammock a few times, an d t he, too, anlled they lashing

again, for James wanted to go to Boston. When Aunt Kate
called out "Boston!" James had to pay ten kisses.
"Now, where do you want to go?" asked Aunt Kate.
"I want to go to Mud-top," said Arthur.
"And I want to go to Dog-house," said James.
"There is no station on this road named Mud-top, and the train
never stops at Dog-house," said Aunt Kate, laughing.
Then the two little boys began to laugh, too, and they laughed









PLAYING STATION.


so hard that when the hammock tipped a little they both fell
out.


But they were not hurt, and they liked so much to play sta-
tion that after that Aunt Kate had to come out in the yard
every afternoon as long as she stayed.
FLORENCE- B. HALLOWELL.

























SUGARING OFF.


CONNIE discovered one morning
That the sap from the 11.il .i
Was dripping where twigs had
And hie straightway began to


trees
been broken,
tease.


Why couldn't he have a kettle,
Tap a tree, and get it full,
Then boil it into molasses,
And have a candy pull ?

"Make sugar!" They laughed at his notion.
"Make sugar in town they cried.
"You could do it," said Connie, determined;
"You could if you only tried."

The day was beautiful, balmy,
Although on the lawn still lay
Great patches of snow that the sunshine
Had not yet melted away.








































































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8UGARING OFF.


So a tree was bored wvith an oiiiuer
To the music of Connie's tongue,
A tiny trough made, and under
A little tin bucket hung.

Dilp. drip. all day until evening
The --;i I tree's sweet sap run;
Drip, drip, till the pail brimmed over;
Then the boiling was begun.

'Twas not outside in a snow-drift,
As sugar-boiling should be,
But over the kitchen fire,
While Bridget got the tea.

There was just a mere atom of sugar,
Such a very little bit,
That nobody else but Connie
Had even a taste of it.
CLARA DOTY BATES






















SENSITIVE PLANTS.


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ti.- vill .) thi. ; -,-eu if a insect flies
on the leaves they contract, and crush the
poor creature to death. Under this tree
you will find all about the ground hundreds of these dead in-
sects.
The "Venus fly-trap" has a sweet, sticky juice, which they like.
The moment they touch it, to sip this juice, the little petals con-
tract. They put the poor things in prison, and they have to die.
The odor of the nutmeg the cook uses to flavor your cakes and
pies is so strong that birds that live about the nutmeg groves
are made tipsy. They fall to the ground, not able to move. The
ants that abound in that country come and eat their legs off, and
leave them to die a most cruel death.
MRS. G. HALL.














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THE LITTLE DAIRY-MAID.

BRIGHT little Betty,
Blithesome and pretty,
Lightly she trips thro' the sweet-scented clover,
Rosy cheeks, ruby lips,
Dainty shaped finger tips,
Sweet little mouth as one e'er could discover.

Lithely she skips along,
Trilling her carol song,
Calling the kine from the mead o'er the water;
Loving and dutiful,
Modest and beautiful,
She is a ini,;TnTinn's dir tl- I['fnnQibtn .

Trim little dai~y-maid,
Mother's own merry maid,
Scarcely she knows she is winsome and pretty;
Who would not be as she,
Willingly, cheerily,
Loving and helping all--sweet little Betty?
ROBERT OGDEN FOWLER.





























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-p i'' HIS summer Aunt Nancy went to a farm
-. ,, where she lived when a little girl. At

i k their great-granddaughter, who was
S only five years old. Her name was
Betty. She had no playmates, or no.
such playthings as city children have.
One day Aunt Nancy sat by the
S" "-' window and heard Betty say, "Now,
little chicken, you must lay an egg."
S '- Looking out, Aunt Nancy saw that she
IJ ". had a piece of glass propped up in an
S", old birds' nest. Pretty soon Betty said,
/ j There, little chicken, you did lay
three eggs." Then she took three small bits
of glass from the nest, and seemed as pleased as
if they were truly eggs.
Aunt Nancy remembered that she had a number of Our Little
Ones in her valise. She got it, and read to Betty about Pauline's
Strange Pets." Betty thought it very funny
to dress the toads up so, but said she couldn't
do that, for she had always been afraid of
toads.
But one day Aunt Nancy met her in the
lane, with a wheel-barrow, in which she
had a little pig, dressed in a long white
baby dress. Around its -neck was one of
Betty's white ruffles, and on its head a
wreath of golden-rod and red honeysuckle.
Piggy didn't like the arrangement at all.
He kept squirming and grunting, but Betty
had tied him in with an old sash-ribbon. She wheeled him up and
down the lane for quite a while. When Aunt Nancy went back to
her city home she bought a lovely doll and doll-carriage, and sent
them, by express, to Betty. The little girl wrote a letter to her,







BETTY'S PLAYTHIINGS.


:printed with a lead-pencil. The most important sentences were
these: I. LIKE. MY. DOLL. AND. CARRIAGE.- THE. PIG. IS.
DEAD. -COME. DOWN. NEXT. SUMMER.
VIRGINIA C. HOLLIS.



























BUILDING THE NEST.


"LITTLE Mrs. Robin, let me help, I pray;
Will you have a withered leaf, or a wisp' of hay?

"Here are softest mosses, grasses dry and brown,
Shreds of lace and feathers, bits of silky down.

"Tell me, Mrs. Robin, what I first shall bring,
Shall it be a mossy twig, or a bit of string? "

"Wait, my little maiden, by the garden-wall,
Where the warmest sunbeams always seem to fall.

"I must build so nicely, I can hardly tell;
All the things you mention answer. very well.

"But if I could choose the best," so the robin said,
"It would be some yellow curls from your pretty head."
ELIZABETH A.- DAVIS.














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FRANK 'lay on the wolf-rug, restlessly kicking his
feet on the carpet. He was watching Ruth assort
the pitcher full of wild-flowers she had just brought
from the woods.
He had not yet quite gotten over the disappoint-
ment of losing his ride with the rest. When they
S were all ready to start he was nowhere to be found.
"Don't you want one of these ipurll~-' spearmint spikes,
Frank?" said Ruth.
"Don't care a bit for spearmints."
"Well, I know you would like this gentian. Such a pretty blue,
- like somebody's eyes !"
Tain't the fringy kind; don't want it when it ain't fringy.
Ruth was smiling under her broad sun-hat. She was glad Frank
could not see it. She knew how hard it was for a bright, sweet little
boy to lose his temper and be in the mood Frank now was.
Pretty soon, as she was disentangling something that looked like a
fine cord of gold from one of her long flower-stems, she saw Frank's
blue eyes furtively watching. A happy thought struck her. Taking
up her flower-scissors, she snipped off-the flower and leaves from one
long straight stem, leaving the cord. It was twisted curiously about
one end, and trailing down by itself, like a whip-lash. Here, Frank,
here is a dodder-whip for you."
It was too great a temptation. Slowly he got up from the rug,
and' edged along till he could reach the green whip-handle held out
to him.







THE DODDER- WHIP.


"I didn't know it was dodder, and I
whips."
"It does, though, if you cut it right.
and you'll find out."


didn't know dodder made

You can snap that at a fly,


"How did you twist the lash on so tight and even? Just two
twists, and 'edzactly' even."
"They twist themselves, Frank. You may have the whip, but I
want to show you some more of this dodder. Here is one of my
large yellow flowers. Look at the stem. It is all wound round and
round with this pretty gold cord. It is kiniked-and curled in rings


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and knots as tightly as I could have wound it, and more gracefully
done."
"What's those white flowers' little cups all in a bunch ? I didn't
know dodder had blossoms."
"Yes, indeed, blossoms, but not leaves. See, they look like wax
bells. How pretty the white ball buds are I like everything about
the dodder but just one thing."
"What is that ?"
"Do you see these leaves of my yellow flower? How they are
curled and bent up tight towards the stem? Well, the dodder does
that. When it first started to grow it had a root of its own; but
pretty soon it thought it could just as well live on the yellow-
flowered plant as by it. So it sent out little tiny roots, and drew its
own life from the plant it clung to. The better it grew, the worse
the plant looked. It often kills the plant, and goes on growing and
curling and blossoming without caring at all about the poor, wither-
ing plant."
"I think it's awful selfish, but I like my dodder-whip for all that,"
and Frank went off in search of flies. He pretended they were
Tom, the driver, who didn't hunt him up when they went to drive,
and used it in such vigorous efforts as to quite spoil the golden lash."


JULIA P. BALLARD.














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PaLst yO U bVy withoullt l I :bonnet.,
In a lii io t e' iiinIoii atin,
With some pretty d lut.s .luln itf

All thi day ..he haui.nt the airden,
"Mid the rose-, pink.-. al lilies,
Under cooling leaves she loiters,
When the drowsy noon so still is.

Then, on busy quest, she hurries
Till the dewy twilight closes;
Bees may hum, and birds may carol,-
She's as quiet as the roses.


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THE FIRE-CRACKER.


Other ladies have their mansions;
But a lily's lighted chalice
Is a lovely home to live in, -
That's my Lady Bug's own palace.

GEORGE COOPER.












THE FIRE-CRACKER.

IT was the first Fourth of July that Bertie could remember.
His mother gave him a box of torpedoes, and told him he might
sit on the front steps and amuse himself with them.
Bertie thought this was great fun for a while. Then he became
interested in some boys in the street who were throwing down
something different from torpedoes.
He went into the house, and asked his mother if he might have
some fire-works such as the boys had.
"No," said his mamma. "My little boy is not old enough to
play with fire-crackers."
"Oh, please, mamma, let me have some! I will be very care-
ful," said Bertie.
His mamma told him he must be contented with torpedoes, and
if the boys offered him any fire-crackers he must refuse them
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Bertie went out on the steps again, feeling very unhappy, and
wondering how his dear mother could be so cruel to her little
boy.
By and by a boy passed quite near Bertie. He lighted his fire-
cracker and threw it at the foot of the steps. It did not fizz and
explode as the others did, and Bertie went down to look at it.
Just at this moment his mother called him. He felt that he
must keep this one fire-cracker, so he- thrust it into the pocket of
his linen dress.
He heard his mamma call him again. He ran into the house;
but instead of going to her side, as he always did, he crowded into
the farther corner of the window.
How hot the fire-cracker seemed He put his hand slyly into
his pocket, then screamed, and threw himself into his mother's
arms. His dress was on fire,
Mamma caught the burning skirt in both hands, and wrapped
the woollen curtain around it and held it. till the fire was extin-
guished. Her hands were severely burned as well as Bertie's.
Whenever afterwards Bertie was tempted to do wrong he would
think of the scars on his mother's hands, and say to himself, My
dear mother has suffered so much for me already, I must not dc
anything more to give her pain."
M. A. HALEY,





















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Sheep sta~- )loudl-. the
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Sl,1 1 :a, like ,o e kl,,v he lie 1 '1
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where guns were fired; and he would
dance and bark gleefully if he could get where there was a
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SHEP'S CELEBRATION.


One day the people where Shep lived had a celebration. A cannon
was brought-:out and fired in honor of the occasion. Shep was on


hand, prancing and giving short and excited yelps of joy. He would
go quite up to the cannon, and watch for the sparks as they flew
from its mouth. But finally Shep went too close, so that his head
was directly under the piece when it was fired.
The loud report stunned him, and made him entirely deaf. He
knew something had happened to him, and he crept silently away
and went home. No one saw him again till- supper-time. His
master called him loudly and looked for him everywhere, but he did
not find him.
Shep had crawled down into the cellar, and there he stayed for a
number of days; when he got very hungry he would creep out, look-








SHEP'S CELEBRA TION.


ing very sheepish. and sorrowful, to get his meals; but then he would,
go back as soon as he could. His master tried to coax him out, but
he would not come unless he was very hungry.
By and by Shep began to get better, so that he could understand
some things that were said to him; but it was quite a long time
before he was really well. Then he seemed to be very happy; but


since then he has kept as far away as he can get when any noise
is made. The lesson was pretty severe, and he never will for-
get it.
E. L. V.












































FOUR LITTLE BOBOLINKS.

DOWN in the grasses soft and sweet,
In a cradle dainty and fine,
Four little bobolinks nestle complete,
Never making-a sign.


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Rob goes by, with a whistle gay,
Andl a chirp like a bit of song;
"It's not our mother," the birdies say,
But to dinner- time seems 10on,2.


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H,?i,- in tli.- i-- s it-n:n. -let mII think,
InI a. n-inient I'll have it tbaind."

Do):vwn with a ftiltter s.wift in the air.


M.:.ke of Rol) a .atd iovel.

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Ent. their dini ter with joy.
Whil- their mother oftlty ss r-v Ielbre i ea:it,
And thinks of the far-off boy.


AMANDA M. DOUGLAS.









THE FLAMINGO.


-WHAT a beautiful bird this is, isn't it ?- All rosy red from head
to foot.. But the baby flamingoes are dressed in very sober colors
for more than two years!
If you could see them, and the curious way they eat, you would
laugh. They look as if they stood on their heads, with their long
bills down in the mud, like a boat in shape. Their mouths are wide
open, so as to catch all the worms and small frogs they can find
there. They put them in the lower part of this boat, and use them
whenever they are hungry. One flamingo always stands sentinel
while the rest are -ettiir,. their food, for fear they may be disturbed.
But the queerest thing about this queer bird is the length of his
slender legs. He stands upon one leg, while the other is tucked up
out of sight, among his feathers. Don't you think the one on the
ground must be cold while the other is snug and warm ? What can
they do when the wind blows? "Topple over,"' you would say.
But they never do that; They stand as firmly as you do on your
two feet and much shorter limbs.
When the flamingo makes a nest he scoops it out of a high hill
of mud, because of his long limbs. He sits across it as if it were a
three-legged stool.
They live in very hot countries, like the West Indies, and go
alw.y- in folks; never afraid of animals, but always of men. By
dressing in their skins they can be very easily caught.
MRS. G. HALL.












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