OUR LITTLE PETS
CASSELL PUBLISHING COMPANY
104 & io6 FOURTH AVENUE
BY 0. A. DUNHAMf.
AU viyhts rertGved.
AN ORPHAN GIRL.
O NE day a great ship started from Eng<
land. There were on it sad people
leaving their dear friends behind, and
glad people going to their friends in
America. Among them was a man and
his wife, who had a little baby girl. Emi-
grants," you would have called them, be-
cause they were poor people who had
saved their money to get to America, and
buy a small farm. The ship was strong;
her white sails were spread like wings,
and she kept bravely on her course until
quite in sight of land. All on board
thought they would soon be safe on land.
But, alas! the pilot slept; the fog was thick, and the
men who were on watch could not see where the ship
was going. If the pilot had been awake, he would have
been looking at his compass, and would have known that
the ship was going wrong. Crash! The pilot awoke,
but too late-the ship had struck against the rocks!
What then ? There were loud cries, and pale, anxious
faces everywhere. The life-boats were quickly lowered,
and they were filled in a few minutes. But there was
not room for all. Some had to wait until the sailors
could pull the boats to the shore, and then come back
again. The ship was so broken on the rocks that it did
not hold together until the sailors got back. The people
AN ORPHAN GIRL.
who were on it had to do the best they could to keep
from drowning, by holding on to the broken pieces of the
The sailors were gone long, because the way was long,
and the waves were high. Many of the people died be-
fore they could get back, and their lifeless bodies were
washed ashore. Among them was a woman, holding
high above her head, in her stiff, cold arms, a little, crying
child, the baby girl I told you about before, who had
thus been kept out of the water.
The little child was taken from her mother, who could
never do anything more for her, and carried into Harvey
Adams's cottage. He put the tiny thing into his wife's
arms, saying, Take good care of the wee thing, wife;
we must be father and mother to her."
They named her Helen. In gentle ways and loving
smiles she paid for the kind care the fisherman and his
wife gave to her. Every night she stood on the shore,
and watched for the coming of the fisherman's boat.
Old Harvey used to call her his lighthouse.
Sometimes Helen would sit down by the shore and
think of the father and mother she had never known.
She used to wonder how they looked, and if they would
know her and she would know them when she got to
heaven. I am sure they would all know each other
THE CHILD AND THE
SCHILD once had a garden,
S Where, through the summer day,
Like a flower among the flowers,
She dearly loved to play.
There were queenly crimson roses;
Great lilies, golden and white;
Little daisies that laughed in the borders,
And shut their eyes at night.
The wall-flowers wafted her sweetness,
Whenever she came to the place ;
And many a smiling heart's-ease
Looked up in the little one's face.
She never tired of her comrades-
The blossoms, and birds, and bees;
She sang to the buds as they opened,
And talked to all the trees.
But one sad day in the winter,
She found the flowers all dead;
The red rose scattered her petals,
And the white rose hung her head.
THE CHILD AND THE FLOWERS.
The wall-flowers were dead and buried;
The heart's-ease, too, was gone;
And dully green was the border
Where once the daisies shone.
She thought she should never be happy
In her little garden again,
For all the world seemed nothing
But snow, and sleet, and rain.
Yet the dreary months fled past her,
Till one day, late in spring,
Once more she stood in her garden
To hear the blackbirds sing.
Behold the rose bloomed sweeter
Than ever it bloomed before;
The lilies were far more radiant,
And the happy birds sang more.
Then the child laid her hands together,
And lifted her sweet blue eyes;
She wondered whether the angels
Were looking down from the skies.
HE happiest little girl, far and
E near, is Annie Ridgeway.
Johnnie Dayton is asking
her to be his little wife But
that is not what makes her
so happy. It is something
We're too little now to
get married, Johnnie," said
Annie. But if you will
grow up to be a good man,
then I will think about mar-
k'gC l' trying you."
"Oh, dear!" said John-
nie, "that will be a long time to wait; but if we are
gagedd, that will do."
"No, we cannot be gagedd either," replied Annie;
"but sometimes I will play house-keeping with you, and
you shall be the father, and I will be the mother."
Then I'll be satisfied," answered Johnnie.
Annie had a beautiful, large doll-house in the yard,
which her brother Joe had built for her. It was so large
that she could walk in it herself. It had a little parlor,
with a tiny piano, and chairs and pictures in it; a library,
in which Annie kept all of her books; a kitchen, with a
stove and all kinds of cooking utensils, and a little broom
to sweep the house with. Sometimes Annie cooked a
dinner for her doll on the stove, and then ate it herself.
There was no upstairs" to the doll-house; but there
were two bedrooms opposite the parlor, across the hall.
The front bedroom had a bed and a crib in it, a wash-
stand, with a little bowl and pitcher on it; a bureau with
a mirror, with tiny combs and brushes in the drawer, and
dolly's clothes all neatly folded and laid in the drawers,
too. The back bedroom had in it two beds, a bureau, a
wash-stand, and two chairs.
Every night Annie put her dolls to bed, locked the door
of her house, and put the key in a little basket which
stood on the bureau in her own room.
I don't want the dolls to run away in the night," she
said ; "so I will lock them in."
I do not think that was the real reason; do you ? Do
you think that Annie is the happiest little girl, far and
near, because she had the doll-house ? I have seen little
girls, with many beautiful things, act cross, and look very
ugly. Annie's papa calls her his little sunbeam." She
is out in the garden now, gathering sunshine. You
thought that she was gathering flowers ? Well, nobody
can be with the birds and flowers very long, and not get
a good deal of sunshine into their hearts. Another way
to gather sunshine is to obey papa and mamma, and try
to find something to do for others.
A LETTER FROM UNCLE
SHE letter from Uncle Charles
Shas come at last," said Roy
SGraham, walking into the
room where his two sisters
were; "and he will be here
S to-morrow morning."
"Meet me at the eight
o'clock train," Roy read
from the letter.
9, "That will make our
Christmas complete," said
e I must run and tell
mamma," said Ella.
Then each one set about doing something to get ready
for Uncle Charles. Esther saw that everything was in
perfect order in his room-clean sheets and towels, fresh
water, a bunch of flowers from the greenhouse in a pretty
vase, and papa's best slippers laid in front of the fire,
ready for Uncle Charles to step into.
Roy tidied up his museum, looked over his collection
of butterflies and insects, and got some questions ready
to ask Uncle Charles.
What was there left for Ella to do ?
She put her playhouse in order, gave it such a clean-
A LETTER FROM UNCLE CHARLES.
ing as it had not had in a long time, and dressed her large
family of dolls in their prettiest clothes.
Of course Uncle Charles will want to see my play-
house," said Ella.
The eight o'clock train on Christmas morning brought
the jolly Uncle Charles. Esther, Roy, and Ella were at
the station to meet him. The blazing fires, and the holly-
trimmed rooms of his brother's home were a cheerful
sight to Charles Raymond. For he was a bachelor, and
lived by himself.
By ten o'clock the parlor was thronged with uncles,
aunts, and cousins, come to eat Christmas dinner together.
How glad they were to see each other Uncle Charles
seemed to be the favorite of all. Nobody went home
until after dark. The evening was spent in merry games
and story-telling. How cheerful it looked inside to those
who were passing by on the street! One poor, homeless,
little girl stood on tiptoe a long time to peep in at the win-
dow, saying to herself, I wish I was One of 'em." She
was a little street child, and nobody's darling. She could
go and sleep in old Meg Green's attic; but in sorrow she
sank down on Mr. Raymond's steps, and froze to death,
while all the joy was going on inside!
Oh, how the children cried when she was found!
SsHALL I tell you a story
-S_- about what I did when I
was a little girl ?" asked
Mrs. Bond of her chil-
Oh, yes We like to
hear such stories best of
all," they exclaimed.
Neither of you have ever
seen your grandfather, be-
cause he died before you
were born. But when I was
a little girl he was the captain
of a whaling ship."
"What kind of a ship is that?" asked Jamie.
"A ship that goes on a voyage to catch whales,"
answered Mrs. Bond. Father used to be gone three
years, and sometimes five, on a voyage. Once he said
that mother might go and take me. I was then only six
Did you have any little girls to play with ?" asked
No; but the sailors were kind to me. They used to
draw pictures for me, make fish nets, etc. They told me
wonderful stories, too, about what they had seen and
done at sea. I did get lonesome when it was so stormy
that I could not go up on the deck." &
How long were you gone, mamma ?" asked Charles.
Three years and a half," answered Mrs. Bond. One
day, after we had been out for nearly two years and a half,
as we were passing near an island, father thought he would
take in his ship, and get some other kind of food to eat.
We had all grown very tired of the food which we had on
the ship. As soon as the natives saw us coming they began
to get into their little boats, and came to meet us. Black,
naked people, they were. They soon swarmed over our
ship just like an army of rats. Father was afraid we would
all be killed, so he ordered that the ship should set out to
sea again. For two miles, or more, they followed us in
their boats. Some of them had to be pushed off the ship-
Didn't they get drowned ?" the children cried out to-
No; they knew how to swim," answered Mrs. Bond.
"A few days afterward we came in sight of another
island. Father said that he was going to land, and I
began to cry; for I thought, of course, the same kind of
people lived there as we had seen on the other island.
We got so near that we heard the church bells ringing.
Then we knew that it was Sunday. I was not afraid any
longer, when I knew that they loved God. Two men
came out to us in a little boat, to tell us that we could
not land on Sunday, but that they would bring us any-
thing we needed. On Monday we landed, and stayed
there for three days, and were well treated."
A LATE TRAIN.
SHE train is off the track, and
S they will not be here for
Stwo hours yet," said Phil
'-I Grant, bursting into the
-| room where Mr. and Mrs.
r Phillips and their two
M boys, Frank and Ralph,
SI had been waiting for Aunt
h* I, and Uncle Ellis to come.
JThe boys had started on
horseback to meet them. Not very fast steeds they have.
Usually when a horse has his two front legs down and his
two hind ones up, the rider is in danger of being thrown.
Not so with these horses-the boys couldn't stay on their
backs if they were to stand on their four legs !
Aunt Alice and Cousin Ray had gone with Phil to
meet the expected aunt and uncle. While they were at
the station a telegram came, saying that the train was
delayed, but that nobody was hurt.
When the two hours were past, the young folks went
again to the station, taking the two boys with them, who
were quite willing to put their horses in the stable to be
fed The "stable" was behind the sofa, in the back of
Puff puff !" said the train, as it came in. I'm very
tired drawing all of these folks. It makes me very warm.
A LATE TRAIN.
Once in a while they let me cool off by blowing my nose,
and stopping to get a drink of cool water. I am not so
tired to-day as I am sometimes, for I have had a chance
to rest by the way."
None of the people understood what the engine was
saying; but two or three great black engines that stood
near by, just ready to start out on long journeys, both
heard and understood.
What made you so late to-day ?" they asked.
"One of the switchmen took his nap at the wrong time,
and did not turn his switch ; and so I went off on a side
track. Of course all of the folks who were coming after
me, followed right on. Then we lost our right of way,
and had to stand there and wait."
Chew chew !" said another locomotive, coming along-
side. I would rather go on a long journey than to be
always thinking I am going somewhere, and being pulled
up short, and sent back every few minutes."
While the engines were having their conversation, the
aunts and uncles and cousins were on their way to the
Phillips' mansion, where a glad welcome and a warm sup-
per awaited them.
"\N empty cage, an open door,
The bird she loved has flown;
And Mary now, with tearful eye,
Her carelessness must own.
JH, the rollicking, frolicking, glorious sea-
, The mad, the merry, the wild, the free!
When it roars with passion or laughs for glee,
I love the sea!
When the shoreward lip of the restless thing
Gulps in the seaweed, and, light of wing,
Down come the sea-gulls hovering,
I love the sea !
When every ripple is glittering bright
As folds in a woof of golden light,
Or it gleams like one clear chrysolite,
I love the sea!
When, like a second blue heaven, it girds
The world, and the white-winged ocean birds
Lean lovingly o'er it, beyond all words
I love the sea!
Or when on a sudden the gale awakes
The liquid stillness, until it breaks
Into a thousand snow-white flakes,
I love the sea!
When into a terrible fury wrought,
The strange fierce creature, once free as thought,
Is tight in the storm-king's clutches caught,
I love the sea!
When, breaking loose in its awful might,
It climbs in curling summits white,
Or delves in graves as black as night,
I love the sea!
When raving, roaring, rolling o'er,
It breaks in thunder on the shore,
I love it then and evermore-
The cruel sea !
WHAT EDNA FOUND.
-.-...=,\,i DNA PORTER went to
-'~'.. gather flowers. What a
", strange one she has found!
A little human flower.
'.-.... "Dear me!" said Edna
S to herself, "I think Jesus
must just have rolled her
.'. down from heaven! She
Doesn't seem to be hurt a
', bit. Jesus let her down so
gently, that she didn't even
wake up! If I had been
here a few minutes sooner,
I might have seen her com-
A lady on the other side
of the hedge heard some
one talking, and peeped
through the hedge, and saw
---_ Edna lifting up the baby's
blanket, and looking with
surprise and joy at the dear
little sleeping face. It was the baby's mother; but Edna
did not see her.
Now I am going to have a little sister," said Edna.
"I have been wanting one for a long time." So she
WHAT EDNA FOUND.
picked up the tiny creature, and began to walk off with
her. Baby opened her sweet blue eyes; but she didn't
say a word because she didn't know how to talk.
The lady behind the hedge thought it was time for her
to claim her own; so she stepped around to Edna, and
kindly said, "Jesus did not put her there, child. She is
my own little darling. I laid her down on the grass to
sleep, only a short time before you came. I am very
sorry to disappoint you; but, of course, I cannot give her
Edna laid the little baby in the mother's arms, while the
tears streamed down her cheeks, saying, as she did so, I
did want her so much for my little sister; but I must not
want her now, for God tells us we must not covet any-
"You can come and see her every day, if you do not
live too far away," said the lady.
Then Edna pointed to her home, which could be seen
from the field where she had come to gather flowers.
"We live quite near you, then," said the lady; "in
that white cottage, just a little farther down the road."
Edna became a daily visitor at the cottage. Mrs. Lee
--baby's mother-said to her one day, "You may be
baby's little mother. Then she will have both a big
mother and a little mother, too."
That pleased Edna a great deal. She did not care so
much for her dolls after that. She said she thought that
it was nicer to be mother to a real live baby, than to be a
mother to dolls; for dolls never grow any, or move about,
or talk, or laugh back when you laugh to them.
WHAT TO DO WITH
WANT to paint some buttercups, and daisies,
and poppies in my picture, Katy," said Minnie.
S"Will you not go out into the field, and gather
Some for me ?"
Almost as quick as thought Katy was out
and back again with the bunch of flowers that
Minnie wanted. It was a great pleasure for her to help
her sister in that way.
Now, I will pay you by telling you a story," said Min-
nie; while you stand by and watch me put the flowers
into my picture."
You have seen the rainbow often. Tell me what col-
ors are in it ?"
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, and violet,"
"Well, I once read a story about an Indian woman
who was a grandmother. She had a little grandson, who
was an Indian, too, of course. The grandmother had no
books out of which to teach the little boy, so she just
taught him things that she had heard and knew her-
self; things which her mother had taught her when she
was a little girl. She told the little boy to look up at the
rainbow, and notice its pretty colors. Then she showed
him the flowers that grew near his feet, that were just the
color of the bands in the rainbow. She talked about
WHAT TO DO WITH FLOWERS.
how the flowers would die-get all brown, and dry. Then
she taught him that the rainbow was the heaven of the
flowers, that when they died on earth they bloomed again
up in the sky."
Oh, how pretty! said Katy.
"Yes, but not true," answered Minnie; "yet it was
the best the grandmother knew."
I would like to pretend that it is true," said Katy;
" and think what flowers would make the different stripes
-poppies for red, cowslips for orange, buttercups for
yellow, leaves for green, forget-me-nots for blue, asters
for purple, and violets for violet."
Some day you might gather all of those flowers," said
Minnie; and arrange them on the table in the shape of
"Yes, so I will; and tell the Indian woman's story to
Hattie Kay." And so she did. Could you not do it?
PAPA'S CHRISTMAS STORY.
.- 1APA, please tell us about
SChristmas," begged Alice
Raymond. "Helen and I
want to know all about it."
"Well," said Mr. Raymond,
SI have been in several different
countries at one Christmas time
and another. Which one would
you like to hear about ?"
Please tell us what the chil-
dren in Germany do," said
Each family has a Christmas
tree, that looks very much like ours, with its lights and
ornaments. Generally there is a little image of the
Christ-child at the top of the tree. The German chil-
dren are taught that they owe their Christmas joys to
the Christ-child. German people were the first to have
Christmas trees. The mothers take the presents for their
daughters from the tree, at the same time telling them of
their good and pleasing ways, and then of their bad and
displeasing ways. Afterward, the father does the same
for the sons."
"What do the children in Italy do at Christmas?"
I was in Rome last Christmas," said Mr. Raymond.
"I went to the church of the Ara Cceli, which means
PAPA'S CHRISTMAS STORY.
'The Altar of Heaven.' There they have the Bambino,'
which is an image about two feet long, carved out of olive-
wood, and painted to represent the Christ-child. It is
dressed in white satin, and covered from head to foot with
jewels-gifts from people whom it is said to have healed.
Of course it has no more power than any other doll. It
is usually kept in a box under locks; but at Christmas
time it is brought out, and placed in a grotto in the
church, to represent Christ in the manger. Mary, and
Joseph, and the oxen are represented by wooden figures.
Every day, about Christmas, little children stand in front
of this grotto, and recite pieces about the Christ-child.
Children, in what place was Jesus born ?" asked Mr.
In Bethlehem; and he was laid in a manger," answered
the two girls, together.
"Your father and I were in Bethlehem on Christmas,
five years ago. There is a church built on the very spot
where the manger is said to have been. It is called 'The
Church of the Nativity.' On Christmas day the priests
and the people move in a great and solemn procession,
carrying a little doll, to represent the Christ-child. They
lay it in a manger all glittering with gold, silver, and
I read in my book, the other day, that on Christmas
eve, at midnight, the oxen all bow down on their knees.
Is that so?"
No. It is only a foolish legend," answered Mrs.
WORKING FOR THE FIRST
HERE will be three prizes given, on the last day
of school, to the scholars who have the highest
number of credit marks," said Mr. Miner, the
head teacher, to his class of two hundred boys,
as they were assembled in the chapel. The first prize
will be a gold medal. The second prize will be a silver
medal; and the third prize will be a handsome book."
The boys were very quiet while this announcement was
made. Each one wished that he could get the first prize;
but of course only one boy could get it.
The boys filed out of the chapel to their class-rooms.
Each one went at his books with a new zeal. At recess
nothing was talked of, on the playground, but the prizes,
and who would be likely to get them.
Nobody mentioned Tom Scott as likely to get a prize;
indeed only one person thought of him, and that was Tom
Scott himself. I am called idle and lazy," he said to
himself; "but I am going to turn over a new leaf, and
Tom Scott will get the first prize. I know grandma will
hear my lessons at home, so that I will be sure to know
them before I come to school."
He did not go about and tell the other boys that he
knew who would get the first prize. He kept the secret
"Can't I have three clean shirts a week ?" he asked his
grandmother, when he went home.
WORKING FLR THE FIRST PRIZE.
"Why, yes," she answered, very much surprised; "but
I have always hard work to make you put on two a
Then Tom went to the box in his bureau, and took
out enough money to buy a box of blacking, a blacking-
brush, and a whisk broom.
The next morning, when he came down to breakfast all
clean and neatly brushed, his grandmother did not know
what to think; when Tom said:
I have a secret, grandmother, that I will tell you.
Three prizes are offered in our school, and I mean to get
the first one. Will you help me by hearing my lessons
Certainly I will," she answered.
I made up my mind that I could study better if I was
dressed clean; and so now I am going to take good care
of myself," said Tom.
The boys saw a great change in Tom Scott, and it was
not long before they guessed his secret.
T'he last day of school came. Mr. Miner stood up to
award the prizes. He called out, in a loud voice, First
prize, Thomas Scott; second prize, Daniel Post; third
prize, Walter Houghton." Tom's grandmother was there,
and got her spectacles all wet with glad tears. Tom said
the happiness he had felt in making a man of himself
was worth more than the prize.
A PLEASANT WALK.
NE day Marie and Willie
S ;Taylor started out to see
how all of the little babies
were getting along.
P First they went down
to the deer park. There
they saw Mother Doe's
S babies, two of them, twins,
of course, all covered with
"They look just as if
the snow had been falling
." on them," said Marie.
"I think they look like
a streak of light," said Willie, "as they bound across
the park, with their little tails turned up, and the white
I wish I could tame a fawn, and have it for a pet,"
Next they went to Mother Sheep. She had a little
white lamb running after her; a little, woolly creature,
with a long tail, and a round face.
It is just as playful as my kitten," said Marie. It did
not seem to be afraid of the children, for it came up and
licked salt out of Willie's hand.
Next they went to the stable, to see old Nelly and her
baby, but they were both out in the field. They took a
A PLEASANT WALK.
short cut across the lawn, and were soon there. Nelly
was quietly eating grass, but her colt was running all
over the field, just as fast as his four little legs could
What a cunning little riding-horse he world be, if he
were only gentle !" said Marie.
"You couldn't get on his back, if you should try," said
Willie. Even if you could, he wouldn't let you stay on
a half second."
How will he ever learn to behave ? asked Marie.
"When he is three years old, papa will get some man
who knows how to do it, to give him a training. That is
called breaking a colt; but that doesn't mean to break
his back," said Willie.
"I guess it means to break up his playing, and give
him work to do," said Marie.
Next the children went to see Mother Cow. She had
a little baby, too; a frisky, red calf, that wouldn't stay
near its mother only when it was hungry. It looked at
Marie and Willie, and said M-a-a !"
He says almost the same word the lamb does," said
Next they went to see Mother Hen. She had sixteen
children, all dressed alike in yellow down.
She makes me think of the old woman in the shoe,"
"She seems to know what to do with her children, any
way. She teaches them all to take care of themselves,"
Four tired little feet carried the children home at last.
H, yes Aunt Sue likes butter,"
said Daisy Halliday, holding
a buttercup under her aunt's
chin, and seeing the yellow
glow that it made there.
Now let me try," said Lily, hold-
ing up her hand to get the butter-
Whatever Daisy did, Lily wanted
to do, too.
Aunt Sue is not thinking about
-1 what the little girls are doing. She
has another little girl in her thoughts
-her own tiny sister, Gracie. Just
what she is doing far away, at the
moment Sue is thinking about her, you can see in the
picture. See Gracie's little pail and shovel! She has
been digging holes in the ground, and carrying water, in
her little pail, to fill up the holes. By the time she gets
back with each pailful of water, the one that she had put
in before has gone.
"Where does it go to?" Gracie asks herself. I won-
der who is down there, drinking it all up I think he
must be very thirsty. He must be a very big man, to
drink so much. Hope he will not stick up his big head,
and open his big mouth; he might swallow me whole."
Then she began to get frightened, and set down her
pail, determined not to carry any more water, so that the
man would think she had gone away.
Now I'm going to let the water catch my toes. It
won't pinch, I know."
Run home, little Gracie! It is dangerous for you to
play on the shore now! The tide is rising, and, before
long, the water will be above your head. Many people
have been drowned by the tide.
Aunt Sue, can't we make you our May queen ?" asked
Lily and Daisy.
Oh, yes, if you would like to," answered Aunt Sue.
"Go and get the flowers, and I will show you how to
make a crown."
Off they went. As they picked each flower, they came
and laid it in Aunt Sue's lap.
Don't come with each one," she said, "but wait until
you get your aprons full."
"We haven't got any aprons! Ha! ha!" shouted the
Then make flower-baskets out of your hats, and
gather them full," said Aunt Sue.
They picked so many flowers that there were enough
for three crowns. Aunt Sue worked so fast, that she
made three while they thought she was making one.
The crown of buttercups was for Daisy; the one of ane-
mones was for Lily; and she made the clover wreath for