Front Cover
 Title Page
 One win-ter day
 How Tom-my and the ba-by saw...
 Af-ter Christ-mas
 Two ways
 Peep-sy's sto-ry
 Go-ing to bed
 Miss Pink Toes
 Lit-tle name-less
 Back Cover

Title: Play room book
Full Citation
Permanent Link: http://ufdc.ufl.edu/UF00065520/00001
 Material Information
Title: Play room book
Physical Description: 1 v. (unpaged) : ill. ; 18 cm.
Language: English
Creator: D. Lothrop & Company ( Publisher )
Publisher: D. Lothrop and Company
Place of Publication: Boston
Publication Date: [1880?]
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 -- 1885   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1885   ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1885
Genre: Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Spatial Coverage: United States -- Massachusetts -- Boston
General Note: Date of publication based on binding indicating publication in the 1880's.
General Note: Contains prose and verse.
General Note: Bound in decorated cloth.
General Note: Some illustrations are silhouettes.
Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
 Record Information
Bibliographic ID: UF00065520
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 - 002228481
notis - ALG8792
oclc - 71145045

Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
    Title Page
        Page 1
    One win-ter day
        Page 2
        Page 3
        Page 4
        Page 5
        Page 6
    How Tom-my and the ba-by saw San-ta
        Page 7
        Page 8
        Page 9
        Page 10
        Page 11
    Af-ter Christ-mas
        Page 12
        Page 13
        Page 14
        Page 15
        Page 16
    Two ways
        Page 17
        Page 18
        Page 19
        Page 20
    Peep-sy's sto-ry
        Page 21
        Page 22
        Page 23
        Page 24
        Page 25
    Go-ing to bed
        Page 26
        Page 27
        Page 28
    Miss Pink Toes
        Page 29
        Page 30
        Page 31
        Page 32
        Page 33
        Page 34
        Page 35
        Page 36
        Page 37
        Page 38
        Page 39
    Lit-tle name-less
        Page 40
        Page 41
        Page 42
        Page 43
    Back Cover
        Back Cover 1
        Back Cover 2
Full Text





IT was a grand slid-ing
place." Hard had they toiled
to get it, too-the Black chil-
dren, the Brown chil-dren, the
Green chil-dren and the White
chil-dren. Please, now, don't
think the lit-tle folks these
col-ors--they were Mr. Brown's
chil-dren, Mr. Green's chil-
dren, and so on.
These chil-dren-the Blacks


and the Browns and the Greens
and the Whites-all had had
new sleds at Christ-mas; gai-ly
pai n t-ed, fine-named- the
"Tel-e-phone,"and "Gen. But-
ler," and Hold the Fort," and
so on splen-did run ners,
ev-er-y one. The boys ancd
girls met at each oth-er's gates
and bragged; they might have
quar-relled had notlit-tle A-my
Green ob-served that there was
no snow.
No, none; and none came
un-til next week. Then there
was a storm. The side hill
was well cov-ered by noon.
When the storm ceased the


chil-dren came out and fixed
the hill. They trod up and
down and up and down, and
poured on ev-er so much wa-
ter to freeze o-ver night.
Next morn-ing the slid-ing
place" looked grand, though
the snow was blown o-ver it a
lit-tle; and the Black chil-dren,
the Browns, the Whites and
Greens, in their muf-flers and
mit-tens, got on their sleds in
breath-less haste. A beau-ti-
ful pro-ces-sion they were,
Tom-my Black a-head on the
" Gen. But-ler," naugh-ty John
Green hold-ing on to Dick
Brown's hair; and a brave


whoop it was when the steers-
man lay back and start-ed down
the glo-ri-ous hill. He steered
swift-ly right in-to a tree-
branch which had been blown
down and fro-zen in o-ver-
night. Hold the Fort" ran
right o-ver Gen. But-ler," and
"Gen. But-ler" drove right
in-to a snow-bank, and each
sled and its rid-er was thrown
right o-ver the fel-low in front,
and the girls screamed, and it
was "O DEAR ME!" gen-


LIT-TLE Tom-my had been
watch-ing all day -watch-ing
for San-ta Claus.
It was the day be-fore Christ-
mas, and he knew San-ta must
be on the way. The big cit-y
lay off to the north, be-hind the
great hill, and Tom-my felt
sure San-ta would come down
the hill road. At the sun-ny

south win-dows, a-mong the
i-vies, you could see a-ny-one
com-ing o-ver the hill-road for
two miles. Tom-my knew, if
he kept a-ny kind of watch, he
should be sure to see old San-
ta at some point- and Tom-
my's eyes just shot forth spark-
les to think of be-hold-ing
the fa-mous rein-deer team.
"Just you fink, Miss Ba-by!"
he said to his wee sis-ter, swing-
ing in her blue-and-white crib,
" just you fink of four, sev-en,
eight lit-tle ho's-ses wiv horns
to their heads, and wiv bells
to 'em that go jin-gle-jin-gle-
jin-gle and Tom-my ca-


pered a-cross the floor for a
mo-ment, throw-ing up his
hands and shak-ing Miss Ba-
by's rat-tie with all his might.
Then he went back to his win-
dow a-gain.
All at once he cried out.
" Ba-by! I see him! I do fink
I see him!"
"Wa-wa ?" gurg-led Ba-by,
with her pink fin-gers in her
Tom-my wait-ed just a min-
ute lon-ger he did see some-
thing ver-y long and black
a-way on top of the hill, and
then, with fly-ing curls and red
cheeks, he rushed away, pushed

a has-sock up to the crib,
dragged Ba-by up bod-i-ly with
a long tug, and--well, mam-
ma had just time for one sur-
prised smile, and then a swift
rush-just so that Tom-my
and Ba-by did-n't pitch back-
wards --they just did-n't, and
that was all! And Mam-ma's
scream so fright-ened Tom-my
that he for-got San-ta for some
time; and when he did look the
team was out of sight. So
Tom-my did-nt see him come,
af-ter all--but come he did--
for such a fat stock-ing as
Tom-my's next morn-ing, you
nev-er saw!


Toot-a-toot-toot! Rub-a-dub-
dub! Hoo-wAw!
It sound-ed like Fourth of
Ju-ly at Mrs. Jones'; but it
was on-ly Day af-ter Christ-
Joe-y and Jim-my, with their
Christ-mas pres-ents, had been
shut in-to the "noise-room," as
Pa-pa Jones called the nurs-
er-y. They had had the run


of the house" all yes-ter-day,
for Mam-ma Jones had great
pa-tience with Christ-mas rack-
et; but this morn-ing she had
turned them in-to their own
lit-tle king-dom.
"Now make all the noise
you wish," she said kind-ly, as
she hur-ried a-way with her
fing-ers in her ears.
Then there was a good time
in the "noise-room!"
Joe-y sat down on the bed
and puffed out his ap-ple-red
cheeks and blowed his fife like
the north wind; and Jim-my
beat his drum with both sticks,
stand-ing up on the pil-lows.


All at once Joe-y sprang to
his dimp-led legs, and ran at
Jim-my. Hol'still!" he cried
fierce-ly. Lem-me shoot you
with my fife!"
Jim-my did-n't quite know
a-bout that; but Joe-y ex-
plained that the sol-diers in his
pict-ure books marched at each
oth-er and "fit-ed" with fifes
and drums.
So Jim-my came from the
head of the bed, and Joe-y
from the foot, toot-ing and rub-
a-dub-ing, and marched up,
and by, and a-round, scream-
ing and laugh-ing, un-til Joe-y
was so out of breath he for-got


to blow and stood still; and
then Jim-my called out, "I
beat!" and jumped at his pris-
on-er so hard they both fell
o-ver the edge of the bed to
the floor and laid there shriek-
ing till mam-ma came rush-ing
in to see what was the mat-ter.
I should think this was the
'noise-room!"' she cried, pick-
ing them up. "If ev-er San-ta
Claus brings a fife and drum
to this house a-gain I'll-I'll
do some-thing to San-ta Claus!
You may de-pend on that! "

one way. He had a nice don-
key a ver-y nice crea-ture
in-deed if on-ly the right sort
of boy had been his mas-ter.
But when Don-ny rode he
thought the prop-er thing was
to take a big stick a-long and
make his don-key go. But the
min-ute Don-key saw the stick,
both his ears and his tem-per
stif-fened up, and not one inch



would he budge-no, not e-
ven though Don-ny's broth-er,
with an-oth-er big stick, stood
be-hind and pushed with all
his might.
Lit-tle Su-sie Dean's way
was an-oth-er way. Her pa-pa
had giv-en her a pret-ty lit-tle
colt- a grace-ful but most
wil-ful lit-tle an-i-mal, whose
de-light it was to not go
where it ought. But now
gen-tle Su-sie can call it an-y-
where with a hand-ful of clo-
Will Don-ny ev-er learn
that the "come way is bet-ter
than the go way ?

~3~ ~.he~~r~34


WHAT sort of a tale do you
sup-pose naugh-ty, cun-ning
lit-tie Peep-sy Price told one
day, when she was ta-ken up
af-ter her nap ?
Her black eyes spark-led
like stars as she looked, first
at her mam-ma, then at sis-ter


I will tell 'oo a 'to-ry," said
she, "an' it's true-true; for I
dweamed it my-self, and Dol-ly
was wiv me. Well, Dol-ly an'
I went to Cake-ee-land. Tall
wom-ens were bak-ing cake-
ees. An' they was all white
cake-ees wiv p'ums. An' I
said :
"' Wom-ens, give Dol-ly an'
me some cake-ee!'
An' wom-ens said:
"'It-tle girl, go home! 'Oo
own mam-ma has cake-ee in
her cake-ee jar.'
"An' I said:
"' Wom-ens, my mam ma
keeps her white cake-ee wiv


p'ums, for vis-'tor folks.'
An' wom-ens said:
"' Tell 'oo mam-ma, and
here naugh-ty Peep-sy cast
down her eyes, and her round
cheeks grew just as pink as
they could be, "' that her own
lit-tle girl is more 'por-tance
than vis-'tor folks.' An' then
we cored a-way. An' this is
a true-true dweam, for Dol-ly
was wiv me and she heard what
the tall wom-ens said."
Mam-ma thought this was a
ver-y re-mark-a-ble dream,
in deed. And then, pres-
ent-ly, when she had put
Peep-sy down, she gave both


her "own girls" a slice of the
vis-'tor folks' cake white
cake-ee with p'ums in it."

^--^ "y'-, "t '-'


SUP-POSE, lit-tle dar-ling,
I put you to bed -
Why, dear, you know growl-ing
Is real-ly ill-bred!
Off-shoes and stock-ings!
Off-lit-tie dress!
On-lit-tle night-gown!
What a suc-cess!


Here is the crib;
Here is the pil-low;
A nice lit-tle nest,
My dear will just fill, O
I'll toss you once,
I'll toss you twice,
I'll lay you down
As I toss you thrice.
Lie still, my pret-ty,
I'll tuck up your toes;
I'll tuck you up warm
To the tip of your nose.
Kiss me now, pre-cious!
No, don't lift your head--
Such a bad lit-tle daugh-ter!-
Won't stay in bed.

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stood be-fore a pret-ty lit-tlc

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house that some-bod-y had
brought and set down on the
cel-lar-stairs such a pret-ty
house with shin-y wire blinds
and a bal-co-ny on the roof. She
knew it was meant for a mouse's
house be-cause there was bread
and cheese in-side, all hung up,
so hand-y, on little hooks.
Miss Pink Toes was ver-y
tired of the great un-ti-dy home
be-hind the lath-and-plas-ter;
so, that ver-y night, she took
pos-ses-sion of the new house.
It was ver-y nice the bread
and cheese hung just right to
nib-ble. A-bout mid-night her
moth-er and sis-ters passed by,

taking a walk. Her moth-er
glanced in- then shrieked.
I've set up house-keep-
ing, you see come in !" said
Miss Pink Toes, kind-ly.
''Come in?" shrieked
Moth-er Mouse. In-toatrap?
You are in a trap, I say!"
A las it was too true!
Poor Pink Toes nev-er came
out a-live.


AL-FIE lives a-cross the
street. He and I are friends
and he some-times comes to
see me. I al-ways know when
he is knock-ing, for he be-gins
ver-ygen-tly, and goes on stead-
i-ly, loud-er and loud-er, un-til,
no mat-ter how bus-y I am, I
call, "come in! "


We gen-er-al-ly play with the
bird-seed, "'cause you can im-
ag-ine it's most any-fing," Al-
fie says. We put down two
news-pa-pers on the floor, get a
spoon and a tin box, and turn
out the bird-seed. Al-fie says:
"Let's play it was coal. Want
a-ny coal, ma-'am ?"
I say, Yes. How much is
Then he says, It is two
cents a ton, and five dol-lars for
put-ting it in."
And I say, All right," and
pre-tend to hand him the mon-
ey, and he shov-els the coal in-
to the tin box with the spoon

We play the tin box was the
Af-ter awhile I say, Let's
play it was cake." And we mix
it, and stir it, and pat it out
flat, and then cut it in-to rounds
with the tum-bler. Al-fiesays
it is "seed-cake. "
Al-fie finds it ver-y hard to
learn to count like oth-er peo-
ple, but he has a way of his
own. This is how he counts
his blocks: he puts them in
rows of three and says, Two
and an-od-er one! Two and
an-od-er one !" till he has count-
ed them all. His mam-ma
thought he would nev-er know



if she should put a-way six of
them, and so she tried it, but
when he count-ed them a-gain
he look-ed sur-prised. Dere
ought to be two more twos-
and-an-od-er one !"
Al-fie has one bad fault -
he runs a-way; and then he has
to stay in the house all the next
day for a pun-ish-ment.
One day he ran a-way to see
a cir-cus. An-oth-er day he got
on a street-car, when the con-
duc-tor was-n't look-ing, and
had a hard time get-ting back,
for he went far-ther than he
meant to, and hurt his leg a
lit-tle, be-sides, when he jump-


ed off. And one day he had
an ad-ven-ture. It hap-pened
in this way:
When he went out in the af-
ter-noon to play on the side-
walk, his mam-ma told him not
to go too far a-way; in fact
not to turn the corn-er. Even-
ing came and Al-fie did not ap-
pear. His mam-ma looked up
the street and down the street,
but he was no-where to be seen.
How-ev-er, just as she was be-
gin-ning to feel anx-ious, he
came run-ning in, breath-less
and im-pa-tient.
"Mam-ma, mam-ma! I
didn't run a-way dis time! Just


wait till I tell you! A lit-tle
durl met me and she said: 'Lit-
tle boy, I'm awful a-fraid of
dis dog dats fol-low-ing me,
and I wish you'd walk home
wif me.' 'All right,' I told
her, 'I will,' and I did. And
den she said : Dis is a pie I'm
car-ry-ing, and I fink de dog
smells it. What's your name,
it-tle boy?' I said, 'What's
yours ?' She says, 'my name's
Bes-sie,' and I said,' mine's Al-
fie.' Well,' she said, 'Al-fie,
I be-lieve I'm a-squsk-ing my
pie !' Den we dot to her house,
and de dog went to do in af-
ter her, and I called out : I


ain't a-fraid of him! do on,
and I'll keep him off!' and she
went in and I cored home."
Al-fie's mam-ma looked ver-y-
se-ri-ous. And how did you
keep off the dog, Al-fie ?" she
"I just said, 'do way, sir!'
and he run-ned like a-ny-fing.
Must I stay in to-mor-row,
mam-ma ? was dat run-ning
a-way ?"
His mam-ma said it was cer-
tain-ly run-ning a-way, but she
would for-give him if he would
try not to do so a-ny more.


JUST ours-that is all;
Rolled up round-y like a ball;
Red-rose face and turned-up
Cun-ning chin and pink-y toes,
Dim-pled cheeks and doubled
Sweet-est ba-by on the list.

Out from Ba-by-land he came,
What shall be this ba-by's


He for-got to bring one here,
We must find one for the dear;
Some-thing odd and pure and
Noth-ing else for him will do.

"What's his bus-i-ness?" Don't
you know?
Just to eat, to sleep and grow.
Mak-ing each one in the house
Meek and qui-et as a mouse.
He will rule; this ti-ny thing
Makes us sub-jects; he is king.

Not a word can ba-by say
Of his land so far a-way;
When he sleeps he smiles to


Things un-known to you and

When he wakes he stares and

No one knows what


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