• TABLE OF CONTENTS
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 Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Frontispiece
 Title Page
 Dedication
 Table of Contents
 List of Illustrations
 The sandman
 Prince Dimple and his menageri...
 Giving squeaky Sam a bath
 The calves
 Being weighed
 A funny box
 Full of mischief
 A game with papa
 Prince Dimple and the monkey
 Prince Dimple and the soap
 Prince Dimple and the piano
 The song of the little sixpenc...
 Playing horse
 Dance, thummikins, dance
 Shelling peas
 Bubbles
 A ride in an express wagon
 Aunt Anna's room
 Prince Dimple and his eggs
 Prince Dimple and his rides
 Prince Dimple and his new...
 From the nursery windows
 Prince Dimple in a frame
 Buying Prince Dimple
 The first snow
 The night before Christmas
 Christmas morning
 The Christmas-tree
 Prince Dimple's dream
 The Philadelphia pussy
 Prince Dimple and Jerry
 Prince Dimple feeding Jerry
 Baby bunting
 The elephant
 Prince Dimple and Mary
 Prince Dimple's cavalry regime...
 D for doctor
 The Easter chicken
 Bye-bye song
 A sail in a tub
 Reading to Jack and Jerry
 Back Cover
 Spine






Group Title: Prince dimple's further doings : told for the little ones
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Title: Prince dimple's further doings told for the little ones
Physical Description: 141 p., 17 leaves of plates : ill. ; 22 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Paull, Minnie E. Kenney, 1859-1895
Paull, Minnie E. Kenney, 1859-1895 ( Illustrator )
A.D.F. Randolph & Co ( Publisher )
University Press (Cambridge, Mass.) ( Printer )
John Wilson and Son ( Printer )
Publisher: Anson D. F. Randolph and Co.
Place of Publication: Philadelphia
Manufacturer: University Press ; John Wilson and Son
Publication Date: c1891
 Subjects
Subject: Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Princes -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Aunts -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Adventure and adventurers -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Monkeys -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Christmas -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Christian life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1891
Genre: novel   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: United States -- New York -- New York
United States -- Massachusetts -- Cambridge
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Statement of Responsibility: by Mrs. George A. Paull ; illustrated by the author.
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Source Institution: University of Florida
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
    Front Matter
        Page i
    Frontispiece
        Page ii
    Title Page
        Page iii
        Page iv
    Dedication
        Page v
        Page vi
    Table of Contents
        Page vii
        Page viii
    List of Illustrations
        Page ix
        Page x
    The sandman
        Page 11
        Page 12
        Page 13
        Page 14
    Prince Dimple and his menagerie
        Page 15
        Page 16
        Page 17
    Giving squeaky Sam a bath
        Page 18
        Page 19
        Page 20
        Page 21
    The calves
        Page 22
        Page 23
        Page 24
        Page 25
    Being weighed
        Page 26
        Page 27
        Page 28
        Page 28a
    A funny box
        Page 29
        Page 30
        Page 31
    Full of mischief
        Page 32
        Page 33
        Page 34
    A game with papa
        Page 35
        Page 36
        Page 37
    Prince Dimple and the monkey
        Page 38
        Page 39
        Page 40
        Page 41
        Page 42
        Page 43
    Prince Dimple and the soap
        Page 44
        Page 45
        Page 46
    Prince Dimple and the piano
        Page 47
        Page 48
        Page 48a
        Page 49
    The song of the little sixpence
        Page 50
        Page 51
    Playing horse
        Page 52
        Page 53
        Page 54
    Dance, thummikins, dance
        Page 55
        Page 56
        Page 57
    Shelling peas
        Page 58
        Page 59
        Page 60
    Bubbles
        Page 61
        Page 62
        Page 63
        Page 64
        Page 65
    A ride in an express wagon
        Page 66
        Page 67
        Page 68
    Aunt Anna's room
        Page 69
        Page 70
        Page 71
        Page 72
    Prince Dimple and his eggs
        Page 73
        Page 74
        Page 75
    Prince Dimple and his rides
        Page 76
        Page 77
        Page 78
        Page 78a
    Prince Dimple and his new blocks
        Page 79
        Page 80
        Page 81
    From the nursery windows
        Page 82
        Page 83
        Page 84
    Prince Dimple in a frame
        Page 85
        Page 86
        Page 87
    Buying Prince Dimple
        Page 88
        Page 89
        Page 90
    The first snow
        Page 91
        Page 92
        Page 93
    The night before Christmas
        Page 94
        Page 94a
        Page 95
        Page 96
    Christmas morning
        Page 97
        Page 98
        Page 99
    The Christmas-tree
        Page 100
        Page 101
        Page 102
    Prince Dimple's dream
        Page 103
        Page 104
        Page 105
    The Philadelphia pussy
        Page 106
        Page 106a
        Page 107
    Prince Dimple and Jerry
        Page 108
        Page 109
        Page 110
        Page 111
    Prince Dimple feeding Jerry
        Page 112
        Page 113
    Baby bunting
        Page 114
        Page 115
        Page 116
    The elephant
        Page 117
        Page 118
        Page 119
        Page 120
    Prince Dimple and Mary
        Page 121
        Page 122
        Page 123
    Prince Dimple's cavalry regiment
        Page 124
        Page 124a
        Page 125
        Page 126
    D for doctor
        Page 127
        Page 128
        Page 129
    The Easter chicken
        Page 130
        Page 131
        Page 132
        Page 133
    Bye-bye song
        Page 134
        Page 134a
        Page 135
    A sail in a tub
        Page 136
        Page 137
        Page 138
    Reading to Jack and Jerry
        Page 139
        Page 140
        Page 141
    Back Cover
        Back Cover 1
        Back Cover 2
    Spine
        Spine
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FEEDING JERRY.


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PRINCE DIMPLE'S


FURTHER DOINGS



Col for tJe Little D)nec



By MRS. GEORGE A. PAULL
AUTHOR OF "PRINCE DIMPLE AND HIS EVERY-DAY DOINGS"




ILLUSTRATED BY THE AUTHOR




NEW YORK
ANSON D. F. RANDOLPH AND CO.
38 WEST TWENTY-THIRD STREET





























Cofpyright, 1891,
BY ANSON D. F. RANDOLPH & CO.

























JOHN WILSON AND SON CAMRIE.
JOHN WILSON AND SON, CAMBRIDGE.










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TO

DR. W. H. WHITE,

TO WHOSE SKILL AND KINDNESS PRINCE DIMPLE
OWES SO MUCH,

TJis little TFolume is most gratefullg Inscribeb

BY

PRINCE DIMPLE'S MOTHER.






















CONTENTS.


CHAPTER
I. THE SANDMAN ........

II. PRINCE DIMPLE AND HIS MENAGERIE

III. GIVING SQUEAKY SAM A BATH .

IV. THE CALVES . . .

V. BEING WEIGHED . .

VI. A FUNNY Box . ..

VII. FULL OF MISCHIEF . ..

VIII. A GAME WITH PAPA . .

IX. PRINCE DIMPLE AND THE MONKEY

X. PRINCE DIMPLE AND THE SOAP .

XI. PRINCE DIMPLE AND THE PIANO .

XII. THE SONG OF THE LITTLE SIXPENCE

XIII. PLAYING HORSE . '..

XIV. DANCE, THUMMIKINS, DANCE .

XV. SHELLING PEAS . .

XVI. BUBBLES . ..

XVII. A RIDE IN AN EXPRESS WAGON .

XVIII. AUNT ANNA'S ROOM . .


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Contents.


PRINCE DIMPLE AND HIS EGGS .
PRINCE DIMPLE AND HIS RIDES .
PRINCE LIM LE AND HIS NEW BLOCKS.


PAGE
* 73
. 76

* 79


XXII. FROM THE NURSERY WINDOWS


PRINCE DIMPLE IN A FRAME . .. 85
BUYING PRINCE DIMPLE. ... . .88
THE FIRST SNOW . . 91
THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS . 94
CHRISTMAS MORNING. ...... . 97
THE CHRISTMAS-TREE ... . .. .I00
PRINCE DIMPLE'S DREAM . .. 103
THE PHILADELPHIA PUSSY . . .106
PRINCE DIMPLE AND JERRY . .. 108
PRINCE DIMPLE FEEDING JERRY . ... 112
BABY BUNTING .... . 114
THE ELEPHANT. .... . 117
PRINCE DIMPLE AND MARY . .. 121
PRINCE DIMPLE'S CAVALRY REGIMENT. .. .124
D FOR DOCTOR. . . 127
THE EASTER CHICKEN . . .. 130
BYE-BYE SONG . . . .134
A SAIL IN A TUB .. . .136
READING TO JACK AND JERRY . ... 139


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CHAPTER
XIX.
XX.
XXI.


XXIII.
XXIV.
XXV.
XXVI.
XXVII.
XXVIII.
XXIX.
XXX.
XXXI.
XXXII.
XXXIII.
XXXIV.
XXXV.
XXXVI.
XXXVII.
XXXVIII.
XXXIX.
XL.
XLI.


















ILLUSTRATE IONS.


PAGE
FEEDING JERRY ... . .Frontisiece.
WATCHING FOR THE SANDMAN . . . II
HE WEIGHS JUST TWENTY POUNDS . . .28
THE PRINCE AND THE MONKEY . . 42
PLAYING A TUNE FOR HIMSELF .... . .. 49
PLAYING HORSE ... . . .54
SHELLING PEAS . . . . 58
A RIDE IN AN EXPRESS WAGON . . 67
THE WONDERFUL BOXES ... . . 79
IN A FRAME . .. .. 85
SANTA CLAUS IS COMING TO-NIGHT ........ 94
A LITTLE GRAY, FURRY PUSSY . . .. .107
THE ELEPHANT IN THE BOOK .. . . 119
THE PRINCE'S REGIMENT . .. . 125
TRYING TO PUT THE CHICKEN'S HEAD ON . .. 30
SAILING AWAY. .. . . 135
READING TO JACK AND JERRY ........... 140























WATCHING FOR THE SANDMAN.


CHAPTER FIRST.

THE SANDMAN.

PRINCE DIMPLE was watching for the
sandman. He was sitting by the nursery
window in Nurse Mary's lap, watching every
one who came up the street with his big blue
eyes,
He had had his bath and his breakfast,
and when Mary took him up in her lap, she
said, -







12 Prince Dimple.

"I think the sandman will be along pretty
soon.
Prince Dimple had never heard about the
sandman before, and he wanted to be sure to
see him when he came, so he sat very still, and
watched for him.
First came a boy with a wheelbarrow. Prince
Dimple was not sure whether he was the sand-
man or not, but if it was, he must be going
after a load of sand, for he had none in his
wheel-barrow.
While Prince Dimple was wondering where he
was going, and how long it would be before he
came back, he began to feel as if it was sleepy-
bye time. His little curly head nodded, and he
had to rub his eyes to keep them open, and
very soon he dropped his top, and wanted to
be rocked.
Ah, I thought the sandman was coming,"
Mary said, as she rocked Prince Dimple back-
ward and forward.







The Sandman. 13

Prince Dimple was wide awake at once when
he heard Mary say this; and he sat up straight,
and looked out of the window again.
He could not see anything of the sandman,
and he wondered where he could be.
"What are you looking for, Prince Dimple?"
asked Mary.
Just as if she did not know that he wanted
to see the sandman! Oh, dear, it would be very
nice if he could only talk, and ask questions, for
then he would be able to find out everything that
he wanted to know. He breathed a long sigh,
as he always did when he was very much dis-
appointed about anything, and put his head down
on Mary's shoulder again.
Everybody always laughed when Prince Dim-
ple sighed. It was so funny to hear a little
baby sigh as if he had a whole heart-full of
troubles. "What are you sighing about, Prince
Dimple?" Mary asked, but Prince Dimple did
not answer this question either. He shut his







14 Prince Dimple.

eyes, and listened to the little song Mary was
singing, and very soon he was fast asleep.
So Prince Dimple did not see the sandmanr
after all, and he never guessed that while he
was looking down the street, the sandman had
crept up softly and shaken his sandbox in Prince
Dimple's eyes.







And His Menagerie. 15


CHAPTER SECOND.

PRINCE DIMPLE AND HIS MENAGERIE.

PRINCE DIMPLE had a menagerie that he
enjoyed very much. It was only on pleas-
ant days that he could visit his menagerie, so
you may be sure that he was very glad when
the sun shone. He could not keep it in his toy
closet, for his menagerie was a real live one, arid
nobody ever heard of keeping a real live men-
agerie in a toy closet.
I do not think you could guess where Prince
Dimple did keep it, so I shall have to tell you.
He kept it down on the gate post.
When Prince Dimple had had his breakfast
and his bath and his nap, then he had on his
little coat and cap, and Mary took him down to
visit his menagerie. The top of the gate post






16 Prince Dimhple.

was flat and square, and made a nice place for
the menagerie to crawl around where Prince
Dimple could see them.
There was a nice caterpillar in the menagerie.
It had on a brown fur cloak, and it seemed very
happy on the gate post, and never crawled away,
as some of the rest of the menagerie did some-
times. If it was asleep Prince Dimple would
poke it with a little stick, and then it would wake
up and crawl around so he could watch it.
There were little fuzzy yellow caterpillars, and
elm beetles, and green worms; so you can see
that there was always something to look at, and
if most of the menagerie got tired of the gate
post and went away, then the kind old elm tree
that grew beside the gate would shake its
branches, and some more nice things would
drop down.
Prince Dimple never grew tired of watching
his menagerie. When Mary had held him by
the gate post till her arms were tired, then






And His Menagerie. 17

Maggie would come out and hold him; and some-
times he would not want to come in to eat his
*dinner, he was so interested in watching his pets.
When he came away he would wave his hand to
them and throw them a sweet kiss, and then they
would stay there till he came back.
The caterpillar with the brown fur cloak always
curled up and went to sleep as soon as Prince
Dimple went away, for he got very tired of walk-
ing so much to please Prince Dimple.
If Prince Dimple had known that the poor
caterpillar was tired, he would not have poked
him with his little stick; but he liked to see the
caterpillar crawl around, and so he thought the
caterpillar must be having a fine time too.
Did not Prince Dimple have a funny men-
agerie!






18 Prince Dimple.


CHAPTER THIRD.

GIVING SQUEAKY SAM A BATH.

T was sleepy-bye time, and Prince Dimple was
almost ready for bed. Squeaky Sam was all
ready for bed too, but that was nothing, for he
was always ready for bed. Squeaky Sam did not
have a frock and petticoats and shoes to take off,
so he could go to bed at any time.
Prince Dimple took Squeaky Sam to bed with
him every night for company, and when he woke
up he always found Squeaky Sam beside him,
with a broad smile upon his fat rubber face.
Squeaky Sam would have been a very nice
bed-fellow if it had not been for one thing. He
had a very loud squeak, and he squeaked very
easily; and if Prince Dimple rolled on him in the
night he would give a very loud squeak indeed,






Giving Squeaky Sam a Bath. 19

and sometimes this would wake Prince Dimple
up. In the daytime Prince Dimple did not care
to play with Squeaky Sam, but just as soon as
mother began to undress him at night, he would
hold out his hand for Squeaky Sam, and hold
him till he went to sleep. Prince Dimple always
wanted to put him in the washbowl, when
mother was giving him his sponge bath, for he
enjoyed his own bath so much that he knew
Squeaky Sam would like to have a bath too, even
if he had never said anything about it.
Mother would not let Prince Dimple put
Squeaky Sam in the washbowl, but she would
wash him off with the sponge, so that he would
be nice and clean to go to sleep with Prince
Dimple.
This evening mother had forgotten Prince
Dimple's night-dress, so when she had bathed
him, she put him down on the floor beside the
washbowl while she went to get it.
Prince Dimple thought that this would be a







20 Prince Dimple.

fine opportunity to give Squeaky Sam a bath, so
he dropped him in the washbowl.
Squeaky Sam seemed to like it very much
indeed. He floated around on the top of the
water, and smiled at Prince Dimple as if he quite
enjoyed swimming.
Prince Dimple looked about to see what he
could do next. Perhaps the powder puff would
like a bath too. He picked it up and patted him-
self with it, as mother did; and then he threw it,
too, in the water.K>
It was very well that" mother came back just
then, or Prince Dimple would have put the
powder box in the water with all the other
things.
"Oh Oh!" shouted Prince Dimple, when he
saw mother coming, and he pointed to the wash-
bowl, as. if he thought he had done just the right
thing to give Squeaky Sam and the powder puff
a bath.
Squeaky Sam must have become tired of swim-







Giving Squeaky Sam a Bath. 21

ming, for he had sunk down to the bottom of
the washbowl.
Mother said "Oh! oh!" too, when she looked
in the washbowl, and saw the poor powder puff.
It was not pretty and fluffy any longer, but all
draggled and wet.
Mother hung it up by the fire to dry, and then
she took Squeaky Sam up, and -squeezed him till
all the water ran out of him. He had to be
rubbed almost as much as Prince Dimple before
he was quite dry again and ready for bed.
Prince Dimple thought that all this was great
fun, and he laughed and shouted while mother
was trying to make Squeaky Sam dry enough to
go to bed.
Prince Dimple thought that it would be very
fine to give Squeaky Sam a bath every night,
and the powder puff, too; but you may be sure
that mother was very careful not to give him a
chance.







22 Prince Dimple.


CHAPTER FOURTH.

THE CALVES.

PRINCE DIMPLE had one very great
trouble.
Perhaps you cannot guess what it was, so I
shall have to tell you.
It was a trouble that all little babies have,
only some of them do not mind it quite as
much as Prince Dimple did.
He liked being undressed. That was great
fun; but when it came to being dressed, he
thought that having to put his arms through
so many sleeves was a very great trouble
indeed.
He would scold in a cross voice just as soon
as mother began to dress him, and he would
hold his hands close to him, and try his very







The Calves. 23

best to keep the sleeves from going on his
arms, but mother always coaxed them on, some-
how, and so Prince Dimple would be dressed
at last.
One morning when he came out of his bath,
and was wrapped up in his blanket, all ready
to dress, he rolled his lip up, ready to scold
as soon as mother should begin to put his
clothes ou.
Mother seemed to have forgotten all about
his clothes this morning, though; and she cud-
dled him close up to her, and began to tell him
a little story.
Prince Dimple liked stories, and so he looked
up in mother's face with a happy little smile.
"Once upon a time there was a farmer," she
began, and he had some little calves that he
wanted to drive down a lane into the barn.
Shall I tell you the names of the little calves ?"
Ah," said Prince Dimple, which was his way
of ,saying, "Yes."







24 Prince Dimnle.

Mother took one of Prince Dimple's little
hands in her own, and began to count off his
fingers.
"There were five little calves that he drove
down the lane first," she said, "and their names
were Pinkie, and Rosebud, and Blossom, and
Mooly, and Bess. Here are the calves on your
little hand; and see, this little sleeve is the lane.
Shall we drive the calves down the lane, Prince
Dimple?"
Prince Dimple shouted. This was great fun,
and he pushed the little calves down the lane as
merrily as if he never suspected that he was
being dressed.
Then he held his other hand up to mother.
Here are five more little calves," she said.
"Their names are Daisy, and Snowflake, and
Peachy, and Beauty, and Whitefoot. Now see
them run down the lane."
This was such a nice game. Prince Dimple
was quite sorry when there were no more sleeves







The Calves. 25

to put on, and after a while, when he wanted to
go out, and Mary was going to put his coat on,
he stretched out his hands to mother, and wanted
to be told about the calves again.
After that he did not mind being dressed, for
he always played this nice game with mother,
and chased the little calves down the lane.







Prince Dimfle.


CHAPTER FIFTH.

BEING WEIGHED.

pRINCE DIMPLE liked to go to market
with mother. It was great fun to sit
in his carriage, and look at all the pretty
things.
There were all sorts of pretty things to look
at, and sometimes the market-man would give
Prince Dimple a nice red apple to play with.
He was weighing a great piece of meat one
morning, and Prince Dimple was watching him,
as if he thought it would be very nice to hang
such a big piece of meat on a hook.
Shall I weigh you next, little fellow ?" asked
the market-man, and Prince Dimple laughed and
clapped his hands.
It would be fun to swing on that great hook.






Being Weighed. 27

Of course Prince Dimple did not know that it
would hurt to be hung on the hook, and so he
stretched out his hands, and coaxed mother to
weigh him.
I guess I'll have to weigh you in a basket,"
the market-man said; and so he got a peach
basket, and tied ropes to it so that he could hang
it upon the hook.
Then mother put Prince Dimple into the peach
basket. He was so delighted that he jumped
and crowed, and would not keep still so that
they could see how much he weighed.
It was even more fun than his swing at
home, for in this nice basket he could jump
up and down as well as swing backward and
forward.
"How much does he weigh?" mother asked.
The market-man looked at the scales and
shook his head.
He jumps about so that he moves the scales
from fourteen to twenty-four pounds," he said.







28 Prince Dimple.

"Perhaps he will sit still for a moment, and
then I can see."
Just then Prince Dimple heard some chickens
making a noise, and he forgot to jump while he
listened to hear what they were saying. The
market-man looked at the scales.
He weighs just twenty-one pounds," he said.
When mother took Prince Dimple home, and
told Aunt Anna how much he weighed, she
kissed Prince Dimple and said,-
If they had weighed the gold in your curls,
Prince Dimple, you would have weighed a great
deal more than that. We must have something
better than meat scales to weigh anything as
precious as this baby."










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A Funny Box.


CHAPTER SIXTH.

A FUNNY BOX.

O NE day when mother came home from a
walk she said, -
"I have brought you a present, Prince Dimple.
Do you know what it is? "
Of course Prince Dimple knew, though he
could not tell mother. It was a box. He knew
what a box was, for he had seen ever so many
of different sizes and shapes.
This box was different from any he had ever
seen before, though it was a box all the same.
It was flat on the bottom and round on the
top, and almost round in its shape. It was dark
brown and had yellow spots on it. It was quite
a pretty box, and Prince Dimple put out his
hands for it.
Mother shook her'head.


29






30 Prince Dimple.

"I am afraid it would frighten you, darling.
We will put it down on the ground, and see
what it will do."
She put the box down on the grass, and Prince
Dimple watched it to see what was going to
happen.
The box was very still for a few moments after
mother put it down, but all boxes were still, so
that did not surprise Prince Dimple at all. The
next thing that happened made his blue eyes
open very wide, for it was the most surprising
thing that he had ever seen.
The box began to open,-very slowly, not sud-
denly like Jack-in-the-box. A head came out at
one end, and feet at the four corners of the box.
The head turned this way and that and looked all
around, and then when it saw Prince Dimple
the head and feet went into the box again, and
it was all shut up tight.
Prince Dimple rolled up his lip. He was
almost afraid of such a funny box as that.







A Funny Box. 31

"See; it is a turtle, Prince Dimple," said
mother. It lives in its shell, and pretty soon
it will come out again, and we will see it walk
around."
So a box that opened and shut of itself, and
had a head and feet in it, was called a turtle!
Prince Dimple thought about this for a moment,
and then he concluded that he would like his
turtle, and he leaned over and patted it, and
talked to it in his sweet little voice.
By and by the turtle put his head out again,
and when he saw that Prince Dimple was not
going to hurt him, he walked around on the
grass. Mary found a nice box for the turtle to
live in, and every day it would come out and
walk around for Prince Dimple.
It was almost as nice as the menagerie,
thought Prince Dimple.







32 Prince Dimple.




CHAPTER SEVENTH.

FULL OF MISCHIEF.

" Do you want to help me empty this basket,
Prince Dimple?" asked Maggie, one morn-
ing, when the market-man had sent a basket of
big red apples.
Of course Prince Dimple did, and he shouted
with delight as Maggie took him in her arms
and carried him out into the kitchen. He took
the apples one by one in his little hands, and
threw them out on the floor.
Oh, but I don't want them put on the floor,"
said Maggie. "Put them in this other basket,
Prince Dimple."
But Prince Dimple only laughed and threw
them on the floor all the faster. They made a
nice noise when they fell on the floor and
rolled away.







Full of Mischief. 33

When the apples were almost all taken out
of the basket he leaned over so far, trying to
reach them, that he nearly tumbled in himself.
He was sorry that Maggie caught him before
he fell in. It would be fun to get into the
basket; and perhaps it would swing about like
the basket at the market.
When all the apples were taken out, he coaxed
Maggie to put him in the basket, and he had a
fine time there.
It would not swing about, of course, for it was
standing on the floor; and if Prince Dimple had
not been such a little boy, he might have known
that it would not move; but he jumped up and
down in it, and that was almost as much fun.
He would sit down in the bottom of the
basket so that he would be quite out of sight,
and then when Maggie said,-
Oh, I wonder where Prince Dimple can be!"
he would jump up and laugh at her.
It was a larger basket than the one he had
3







34 Prince Dimnle.

been weighed in, and when he stood up straight
in it, his head and shoulders just came above the
top of the basket.
I know what the basket is full of," Maggie
said, as his merry face smiled up at her.
"The basket is full of mischief, sir; yes,
it is!






A Game with Papa. 35





CHAPTER EIGHTH.

A GAME WITH PAPA.

THERE was one very nice game that Prince
Dimple played just with papa. He had
different games that he played with different
people, and this was one that he played only
with papa.
Prince Dimple and papa played it together
just after lunch every day, and as soon as papa
came upstairs, Prince Dimple would shout with
delight, he was so glad that they were going
to play his nice game.
Prince Dimple would sit in his swing, and
papa would sit on the floor before him. Then
he would swing Prince Dimple.
For a little while Prince Dimple would enjoy
swinging so much that he would forget the rest







36 Prince Dimple.

of the game; but suddenly he would remember
it, and with a merry shout he would hold his
two little feet out straight, so that they would
touch papa's shoulders as he swung over
toward him.
What do you suppose happened when Prince
Dimple's feet touched papa's shoulders? Why,
he fell over backwards, and went down flat on
the floor.
Prince Dimple was very proud to think that
such a little boy as he was could push over
such a big papa so easily.
No one else in the house could do it, so it
was no wonder that Prince Dimple was proud
of it.
Then papa would sit up, and pretty soon
Prince Dimple would push him over again.
Sometimes Prince Dimple would laugh so
hard that he could not hold his little feet out
straight, and sometimes when he was just going
to push, papa would lean to one side and get







A Game with Papa. 37

out of Prince Dimple's way, and this would
make Prince Dimple laugh harder than ever.
Now I will surely push papa over," Prince
Dimple would think to himself, after he had
missed doing it two or three times, and he
would stop laughing, and hold his feet very
straight, and then he would touch papa's shoul-
ders, and over he would go, as if Prince
Dimple was a soldier and had shot him with
a gun.







38 Prince Dimple.






CHAPTER NINTH.

PRINCE DIMPLE AND THE MONKEY.

ONE morning, after Prince Dimple had had
his bath, and his breakfast, and his nap,
Mary put on his little white hat, and took him
in her arms.
Prince Dimple was so glad that he laughed
and shouted all the way down stairs, for he
knew that he was going out in his carriage,
and that always made him glad.
Mother was sitting on the porch, and he was
not quite sure at first whether he would rather
sit in her lap or go in his carriage. He stopped
to give her a sweet kiss, and then he held out
his arms toward the carriage, and wanted to be
put in it.







Prince Dimple and the Monkey. 39

It was waiting for him, so Mary carried him
down the steps and put him in it. After a
little while, she was going to take him up to
the park; but she had something to do first, so
she left him sitting there while she went up to
the nursery again
Prince Dimple had a very nice time sit-
ting there, playing with a cracker and talk-
ing to mother in his own sweet little way,
that she could understand just as well as
words.
Prince Dimple tried to pick up the sunbeams
that trickled through the branches of the great
elms, and fell upon his white dress and afghan;
and he was just beginning to be disappointed
because he could never find them in his hand,
no matter how carefully he gathered them up,
when he heard some music that made him for-
get all about the sunbeams. Prince Dimple had
heard this music before, and he knew what it
was. A man with a hand-organ used to come







40 Prince Dimple.

almost every morning and play for him, and he
liked the pretty music very much.
This was not the same man, though. Prince
Dimple knew the difference as soon as he looked
at him. His own music man had a little wagon
in which he pulled his organ around, and this
man carried his organ on his back; and on the
organ was a funny thing that looked something
like a kitten, though it had a little red jacket on,
and a peaked hat,--like the hat that Jack the
Harlequin wore, -and Prince Dimple had never
seen a kitten dressed this way before.
"Would you like to see the monkey, Prince
Dimple? mother asked, as the man stopped at
the gate and asked if he might come in and
play for the baby.
Prince Dimple nodded and smiled, and so the
man came up to the porch and began to play
beautiful music, while the monkey jumped
around and made Prince Dimple laugh with its
funny performances.







Prince Dimple and the Monkey. 41

The monkey ran up on the porch and took
the penny that mother gave it, and made a
little bow before it ran back to its master
with it.
Prince Dimple began to think that a monkey
was great fun, and I think he would have wanted
to keep it when the man was ready to go away,
if something had not happened that made him
change his mind about the monkey.
The monkey saw the cracker in Prince
Dimple's little hand; and as it was hungry, it
thought that the cracker would be very good.
It was not a very polite monkey, for it did
not know that it should ask Prince Dimple for
the cracker. Before any one knew what it was
going to do, it jumped up on Prince Dimple's
carriage, and snatched the cracker out of his
hand. Then it sat down on the back of a chair
and began to nibble at its stolen breakfast.
Poor little Prince Dimple! He was fright-
ened at having his nice cracker snatched away







Prince Dimple.


from him so rudely; and he did not like to see
the greedy monkey eating it up so fast.
He began to cry, but mother said,-


THE PRINCE AND THE MONKEY.


"Just watch the funny monkey eating the
cracker, darling. Shall we give him another
cracker when he eats that one all up?"
Prince Dimple thought he would not cry






Prince Dimple and the Monkey.


then, for the monkey made such funny faces
over the cracker that he wanted to laugh
instead.
By the time the monkey was ready for an-
other cracker, Prince Dimple was not afraid of
it any longer, and he wanted mother to let him
give the cracker to the monkey.
What do you suppose the monkey did this
time? He did not snatch the cracker, but he
took it very politely from Prince Dimple's little
hand, and then made a little bow.
Then the man played another tune, and after
that he called the monkey up on the organ,
and he made a bow too, just as the monkey
had done, and then he went away.







44 Prince Dimple.


CHAPTER TENTH.

PRINCE DIMPLE AND THE SOAP.

P RINCE DIMPLE told Jack the Harlequin
a little story one day. He told him that
it was not safe to play with soap, because it
could hurt you very much indeed; that is, if
you put any in your eye.
Jack looked very much surprised, for I sup-
pose he had never thought that soap could
hurt any one; but then he had never got any
in his eye, and Prince Dimple had.
This was the way it happened. Mary was
giving Prince Dimple his bath, and the soap
was lying where Prince Dimple could reach it.
Prince Dimple thought that he would like to play
with it, for it was a new cake of soap, and he
thought that it was very pretty. It was round







Prince Dimple and the Soap.


like a ball, and he could almost see through it,
it was so clear. He picked it up, when Mary
did not see what he was doing, and thought he
would taste it, to see if it tasted as good as
it looked.
He made a wry face when he put it to his
lips, for it did not taste nice at all.
Then he thought that he would rub it on
his face, and he forgot to shut his eyes when
he did this, so the soap went into one of his
blue eyes.
Oh, how it did hurt! Prince Dimple threw
down the soap, and rubbed his finger in his
eye, and cried with all his might.
Mary washed his eye, so that it would not
hurt quite so much; but for a long time Prince
Dimple's eye hurt him very much.
Mother came up stairs to see what was the
matter with Prince Dimple, and Mary told her
how Prince Dimple had been putting soap in
his eye.







46 Prince Dimple.

"What did you do, darling, when you put the
soap in your eye?" asked mother.
Prince Dimple looked at mother and smiled.
He remembered what he had done. He put
his finger in his eye, and made a face as if he
was going to cry, and then made a noise just
as if he was crying.
When papa came up stairs, he did the same
thing, and by this time he had forgotten how
the soap hurt, and thought it was all just a
piece of fun.
He did not want to play with the soap any
more, though; and whenever he saw it, he
would put his finger in his eye, and pretend to
cry. That afternoon he told Jack the Harlequin
all about it, and Jack looked very sorry when
he heard how the soap had hurt the baby.







Prince Dimple and the Piano. 47


CHAPTER ELEVENTH.

PRINCE DIMPLE AND THE PIANO.

T HERE were a great many kinds of music
that Prince Dimple liked. He would
have found it very hard to tell which he liked
best.
He liked the music that the hand-organ man
made for him, and he liked the music that
Mary made for him with his own little music
box.
To be sure it played the same tune all the
time; but that made it even nicer, because
then he always knew what the tune was go-
ing to be. He liked the pretty tunes that
mother played for him on the piano, but he
thought it was still nicer to play a tune for
himself.







48 Prince Dimple.

Mother would put him on the piano stool
and let him sit there all alone.
Prince Dimple did not like to have any one
hold him on the stool when he was playing.
No one ever held mother on the stool, so he
knew that when he was playing nobody ought
to hold him either.
You must be very careful not to fall,"
mother would say, and Prince Dimple would
nod his curly head, and sit very still.
He always had to have a piece of music put
up before him; for Prince Dimple knew that
that was the way other people did, and when
he played the piano, he wanted to have every-
thing just right.
When mother had opened the piano and put
a piece of music on the rack, then she would
lift Prince Dimple up on the stool, and sit
down herself, far enough away to let Prince
Dimple think that he was sitting all alone, and
yet near enough to catch him if he should fall.















Li


PLAYING A TUNE FOR HIMSELF.







Prince Dimple and the Piano. 49

Then Prince Dimple would put his little hands
on the keys, and strike them gently, and play
sweet music for himself.
To be sure, there was not much tune to the
music he made; but Prince Dimple thought
that it was beautiful, and mother thought so
too; and what did it matter about any one
else ?







50 Prince Dimple.


CHAPTER TWELFTH.

THE SONG OF THE LITTLE SIXPENCE.

SOMETIMES mother would sing the little
stories in his Mother Goose book to Prince
Dimple; and he liked that very much indeed,
because he was so fond of music.
The song he liked best of all was the song
she sang him about a little sixpence; and when
mother took Prince Dimple up in her lap, he
would turn over the pages of his Mother
Goose book until he found the picture which
he knew belonged to that story, and then he
would point to it, and put his head on
mother's shoulder, ready to listen comfortably
while she sang to him.
This was the little song she sang. You may
have read the story; but I am sure you never








The Song of the Little Sixpence. 51

heard mother sing it to Prince Dimple, so here
it is:-










Oh, my little sixpence, my pretty little sixpence,
I love sixpence better than my life.
I spent a penny of it, I lent another,
And I took fourpence home to my wife.

Oh, my little fourpence, my pretty little fourpence,
I love fourpence better than my life.
I spent a penny of it, I lent another,
And I took twopence home to my wife.

Oh, my little twopence, my pretty little twopence,
I love twopence better than my life.
I spent a penny of it, I lent another,
And I took nothing home to my wife.

Oh, my little nothing, my pretty little nothing,
I love nothing better than my life,
I spent nothing, I lent nothing,
What will.nothing buy for my wife?







52 Prince Dimple.


CHAPTER THIRTEENTH.

PLAYING HORSE.

PRINCE DIMPLE always liked to go down
and see Maggie. He had fine times when
he went down into the kitchen; and he could
not see why he could not stay down there all
the time, instead of up in his nursery,--Maggie
had such nice things to play with, and Prince
Dimple wished that people could understand
how much nicer they were than the things they
gave him to play with upstairs.
One morning Maggie looked into the nursery
on her way down stairs; and Prince Dimple
held out his arms to her, and coaxed so sweetly
to be taken with her, that she picked him up
in her arms and ran off with him.







Playing Horse. 53

"Now we will have fine times all by our-
selves, Prince Dimple," she said, when they got
into the kitchen.
"What shall we do? Would you like to play
horse in this nice clothes basket?"
Prince Dimple nearly jumped out of Maggie's
arms, he was so delighted at the thought, and
so Maggie went upstairs again, and brought
down Prince Dimple's little red chair, and his
knitted reins, and his whip, and Jack.
This was the best fun Prince Dimple ever
had; and he shouted and laughed when Maggie
put him in the basket and gave him the whip
and the reins, which she had harnessed to the
little chair.
You must have a passenger, or you will
be lonely," Maggie said; and so she put
Jack ii, beside him, and they all started off
together.
Prince Dimple shouted at his horse, and







Prince Dimple.


shook his reins, and cracked his whip as if he
was driving a coach and four.
Jack enjoyed it, too. His golden bells shook,
and he smiled as if he thought it was great
fun to have a ride with Prince Dimple.


PLAYING HORSE.






Dance, Thummikins, Dance. 55


CHAPTER FOURTEENTH.

DANCE, THUMMIKINS, DANCE.

\V HEN Prince Dimple was tired at last of
taking a ride, Maggie took him up in
her arms, and said,-
"What shall we do now, Prince Dimple?
Shall we sing our song?"
Prince Dimple nodded and smiled. He liked
to sing a song with Maggie. It was such a
pretty song that they sang together, and this
was the way they sang it.
Prince Dimple sat on Maggie's lap with his
face toward her, so that he could see every-
thing that she did, for he had to help with this
song.
Maggie would hold up her thumbs, and then
Prince Dimple would shut up his little hands








56 Prince Dimn le.

and hold up his tiny thumbs, and while Maggie
sang the thumbs would dance.
When she sang the second verse, the first
fingers would dance, and so all the fingers
would take their turn. This was the song,




Dance, Thummikins, dance, Dance, ye merry men, ev 'ry




one, But Thummikins, ye must dance a lone



Yes, Thummikins, ye must dance a lone

Dance, foremen, dance.
Dance ye merry men, every one,
But foremen, ye must dance alone,
Yes, foremen, ye must dance alone.

Dance, middlemen, dance.
Dance, ye merry men, every one,
But middlemen, ye must dance alone,
Yes, middlemen, ye must dance alone.








Dance, Thummikins, Dance. 57

Dance, ringmen, dance.
Dance, ye merry men, every one,
But ringmen, ye must dance alone,
Yes, ringmen, ye must dance alone,

Dance, littlemen, dance.
Dance, ye merry men, every one,
But littlemen, ye must dance alone,
Yes, littlemen, ye must dance alone.

And this was the pretty song that Maggie
and Prince Dimple sang together.



















SHELLING PEAS.


CHAPTER FIFTEENTH.


SHELLING PEAS.

SX HEN Prince Dimple and Maggie had
finished singing the song, Maggie said,-
"And now I must shell the peas for dinner,
Prince Dimple. Would you like to help me?"
Of course Prince Dimple wanted to help shell
peas. He always wanted to do everything
that Maggie was going to do, so Maggie took
the peas and Prince Dimple, and went out on
the porch, where it was nice and cool. Prince







Shelling Peas. 59

Dimple thought that the peas were almost the
nicest playthings that he had ever seen. The
pods were so green and smooth, and when
Maggie would pop one open and put it in his
hands, he could pick out the peas with his
little fingers.
It took him a long time to pick them out,
for he told Jack afterwards that they were all
tied in.
It was a very good thing that he could not
pick them out very easily, because there might
not have been any for dinner in that case.
When Maggie took the peas out of the
pods she dropped them in the pan, and she
told Prince Dimple that that was the place to
put his, too, but little Prince Dimple shook his
head.
It was a great deal more fun to throw them
down on the porch, and see them roll along to
the edge and bounce down the steps.
While Maggie's peas were pattering into






60 Prince Dimple.

the tin pan, Prince Dimple's peas went patter-
ing down the steps.
Presently, mother's voice said,.
I wonder where Prince Dimple can be?"
"Ah! ha!" shouted Prince Dimple, with a
merry laugh, when mother came out on the
porch and spied him shelling peas with
Maggie.
He had had a fine time that morning, and
when he went back to hi' nursery, he told
Jack the Harlequin all about it.







Bubbles. 61





CHAPTER SIXTEENTH.

BUBBLES.

"T AM going to make you some soap bubbles,
Prince Dimple," said Mary one day.
Prince Dimple did not know what soap bub-
bles were, but he knew they must be some-
thing nice, and so he sat very still in his little
chair, and watched Mary.
She put a cloth on the table, and then she
got a blue bowl with some water in it, and
put some soap in it.
Prince Dimple began to wonder if she was
going to give him a bath in the little blue
bowl.
He was quite ready for it, if she was, for he
always liked a bath.
Mary did not put Prince Dimple in the bowl,







62 Prince Dimple.

though. Instead of that she put him in his
high-chair at the table, and then she put a
pipe into the bowl and began to blow.
Oh, such beautiful things were in the bowl!
Prince Dimple crowed and shouted and clapped
his hands, when he saw the beautiful foaming
bubbles rising up.
If these were soap bubbles, he was sure that
he liked soap bubbles very much indeed.
Presently Mary took the" pipe out of the
bowl, and then such a strange thing happened.
A beautiful ball came out of the end of the
pipe; and at last, when it had grown to be a
great big ball, bright with ever so many colors,
she gently put it on the cloth before Prince
Dimple.
Oh! Oh !" shouted Prince Dimple, his face
all dimpled with smiles. He had his knitted
ball in his hand, but it was not nearly as pretty
as this new ball. He dropped his old ball and
put out his hand for this new one.







Bubbles.


Then something happened that surprised him
very much. It was enough to surprise any one.
The ball went away when he touched it with
his little fingers. Where it went to, Prince
Dimple could not tell, and I do not think you
could have told, either.
It did not roll under the table, for Prince
Dimple looked there. It did not go up in the
air or through the cloth; it just winked at
Prince Dimple and left without going any-
where.
Prince Dimple looked very much surprised,
and rolled up his little lip as if he was going
to cry.
Never mind, Prince Dimple, I will make you
another," said Mary, and she put another big
one on the cloth before him.
Just the very same thing happened, only this
time it went away without being touched; and
though Prince Dimple was looking at it, he did
not see where it could possibly have gone.







Prince Dimple.


It was very strange. He looked doubtfully
at his own knitted ball. It had never gone
away like these new balls, but perhaps it would
now.
He wanted it, but he was almost afraid to
pick it up, lest it should go away too. Presently
he put out his hand and touched it very gently.
When he found that it did not go away, he
clasped it tightly with both his little hands, and
hugged it up to him. He did love his ball,
and he would have been sorry to have had it
go away.
The other balls were very pretty to look at,
but after all his old ball was best.
"I do believe he thought that his knitted ball
would burst like the soap bubbles when he went
to pick it up," said Mary to mother.
"Could n't Prince Dimple pick up the pretty
soap bubbles?" asked mother as she kissed his
dear little thoughtful face, and Prince Dimple
shook his head.






Bubbles. 65

He did wish mother would tell him where
the balls went to, but he did not know how to
ask her; and of course she did not know what
he was thinking about, so Prince Dimple never
found out.







Prince Dimfyle.


CHAPTER SEVENTEENTH.

A RIDE IN AN EXPRESS WAGON.

O NE morning when Prince Dimple was sit-
ting in his carriage in front of the house,
the boy brought Prince Dimple's dresses home
from the laundry in a little express wagon.
When he lifted the basket .out, and gave it
to Mary to take upstairs and empty, Prince
Dimple looked at the little wagon, and laughed,
as if he thought it was a very funny kind of
a carriage indeed.
He had never seen one like it before, for it
was not like his own little carriage, nor like
the carriages drawn by horses that he some-
times went to ride in, nor like the wagons that
brought Maggie the things from the store.
The boy saw Prince Dimple laughing at his
little wagon.







A Ride in an Express Wagon. 67

Don't you want a ride in this little wagon ?"
he asked.
Mother thought that Prince Dimple would
be afraid, and would shake his head, but he












A RIDE IN AN EXPRESS WAGON.
nodded and laughed harder than ever at the
prospect of having a ride in the wagon.
Mother took Prince Dimple out of his own
carriage, and put him in the little wagon.
Prince Dimple took tight hold of the sides,
and looked as if he was not quite sure whether
he liked it or not.
Mother held him in, so that he should not







68 Prince Dimple.

fall out; and the boy gave him a nice little ride
all around the house to the apple-tree that
made such a nice shade for Prince Dimple to
sit under when the sun was hot, and back to
the porch again.
By the time this ride was ended, Prince
Dimple was quite ready to go back to his own
carriage again, and Mary had the basket empty
so that the boy could take it with him.
"Say thank you for your nice ride, darling,"
mother said; and Prince Dimple made a little
bow to the boy, and waved his hand to him,
which was Prince Dimple's way of saying
thank you.







Aunt Anna's Room. 69


CHAPTER EIGHTEENTH.

AUNT ANNA'S ROOM.

pRINCE DIMPLE was always glad to pay
Aunt Anna a visit. There were ever so
many nice things in her room, and he knew he
could take any of them that he wanted, for
Aunt Anna was always glad to make her baby
happy.
"What shall I show you first?" Aunt Anna
would ask, when she brought him into her
room; and then Prince Dimple would hold out
his hands toward the dictionary, which meant,
as Aunt Anna knew very well, /Please take
me over there." /
The dictionary was a very big book that
stood in a rack, and was just high enough for
Prince Dimple to turn over its pages when he
sat in Aunt Anna's lap.







70 Prince Dimple.

Prince Dimple thought that the pictures in
this dictionary were a great deal prettier than
the ones in his own picture books. Perhaps
this was because he had not seen them so
often.
He would turn over the pages till he came
to the one which had the very prettiest pic-
tures in the whole book. They were colored
pictures, and that was why they were prettier;
but Prince Dimple was too little to know what
made the difference. He only knew that he
liked to look at them better.
They were pictures of flags of different coun-
tries. Aunt Anna had taught Prince Dimple
which was his flag; and when he saw the stars
and stripes in the middle of the page, he would
lean over and kiss and pat that flag,--for of
course he loved his own flag, as any American
baby should.
When he was tired of the dictionary there
was a work basket to play with, and a button







Aunt Anna's Room.


box, and all the things in the bureau drawers,
so you can easily see that Prince Dimple had a
very nice time when he went into Aunt Anna's
room.
Best of all, Prince Dimple liked to go into
Aunt Anna's room when she was having dresses
made, for then he could watch the sewing-
machine go, and that was something that he
did not see every day.
One day mother carried Prince Dimple into
Aunt Anna's room, when she was having a
great many new dresses made, and Prince
Dimple was so happy that he wanted to play
with everything all at once.
Oh, Prince Dimple, look. at all Aunt Anna's
new dresses," said mother. I am afraid Aunt
Anna is getting worldly. What are you going
to do about it?"
Prince Dimple straightened his merry little
face out, and looking at Aunt Anna drew a long
sigh. You would have thought that he was







72 Prince Dimple.

very sorry to hear that his dear Aunt Anna
was getting worldly.
Whenever he saw any of Aunt Anna's new
dresses after that, he would shake his little
curly head and draw a long sigh, which made
every one laugh very much, for it was very
funny to think that Aunt Anna should be
worldly, and that Prince Dimple should sigh
over it.







Prince Dimple and His Eggs. 73


CHAPTER NINETEENTH.

PRINCE DIMPLE AND HIS EGGS.

PRINCE DIMPLE was sitting on the floor
one day, looking at his picture books, when
he turned to the picture of a bird sitting on a
branch, with a nest full of little round, white
eggs beside her.
The eggs looked very pretty, and though
Prince Dimple had often seen them before, he
never liked them as much as he did to-day.
Pretty soon he thought he would pick them
up and taste them. Prince Dimple was too little
to know that you cannot pick up eggs in a picture;
and because he could pick up his balls and his
book, he thought he could pick up these eggs.
He tried over and over again; but of course
he could not take hold of them at all, because
they were not real, but only eggs in a book.







74 Prince Dimple.

He pressed his little fingers against the page
and worked with all his might, but he could not
move them.
Ma-ma," he cried at last, when he was hot
and tired with working, and mother came to her
baby to see what he wanted. At first she could
not understand, and thought that Prince Dimple
wanted her to read him the story about the eggs,
but he shook his head when she began to read,
and showed her that he wanted to pick them up.
Mother laughed, and kissed her little boy. It
was so very funny for him to think that he
could pick up those eggs. She tried to explain
to him that those eggs were only to look at,
and not to play with, but he could not under-
stand, and only rolled up his lip to cry when he
found that even mother could not pick them up.
He wanted them so very much that he felt as
if he must cry if he could not have them.
Mother was sorry to have her little boy feel so
badly, and pretty soon she thought of something.







Prince Dimple and His Eggs. 75

"I will get you some nice little eggs in a
nest," she said.
She went into the other room and came back
with a little round cardboard box. Prince Dimple
forgot all about the eggs in the book, he was so
busy watching her. Mother put some pink cot-
ton into the bottom of the box to make a soft lit-
tle nest, and then she put three little white things
in it that looked just like the eggs in the book.
They were pills, really; but Prince Dimple did
not know it, and he was so glad to think that he
had a little nest with eggs in it. He kissed
mother for it, and then he kissed the little nest.
He had a very nice time all the morning, taking
the eggs out of the nest and dropping them on
the floor, and then picking them up again, and
putting them back in their place.
He did not mind if he could not get the eggs
out of the nest in the book now, for he had a
little nest of his own, and he was happy.







Prince Dimple.


CHAPTER TWENTIETH.

PRINCE DIMPLE AND HIS RIDES.

pRINCE DIMPLE enjoyed going out to
ride in his carriage very much. He liked
to lean back against his pillow and look up at
the waving branches of the beautiful old elms,
and watch the birds flying about.
By and by some very strange things happened
to the trees. The leaves changed to other colors,
and some of them were yellow like sunshine,
and some were as red as Prince Dimple's little
chair.
That was very strange, indeed; but the next
thing was even stranger. The leaves would
come whirling down as if they were trying to
fly like the birds; and sometimes they would
drop into Prince Dimple's carriage, and he







Prince Dimple and his Rides. 77

could pick them up in his little hands, and
kiss them.
They were such beautiful leaves, and they
made a pretty carpet of red and gold for Prince
Dimple's carriage.
He liked to lean back so that he could hold
'his little hands up and wave to them and beckon
to them to come down to him, and he would
shout with delight when a little breeze would stir
the branches of the trees, and shake some down.
There was one thing that Prince Dimple did
not notice, however, and that was that when one
pretty leaf blew down, another did not come to
take its place; and so, by degrees, the leaves
were all blowing away, and the branches of the
trees were growing bare.
One night there was a very strong wind, and
the next day it rained hard all day, and the last
of the leaves blew down, so that the next time
Prince Dimple went out to ride, there were no
leaves to be seen on the trees.







Prince Dimple.


Prince Dimple looked up at the trees, and
shook his head as he pointed to the empty
branches; then he leaned over the edge of the
carriage and looked at the leaves that were
scattered in the street.
Mother picked some up for him, and he car-
ried them home with him, and took them to
sleep in the crib with him, when he took his
nap that morning.
Mother pressed the leaves for him when he
was tired of playing with them, and fastened
them up on the nursery wall, so that he might
have some pretty leaves to look at until next
spring, when the leaves should come again.


























































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THE WONDERFUL BOXES.


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Prince Dimple and his New Blocks. 79


CHAPTER TWENTY-FIRST.

PRINCE DIMPLE AND HIS NEW BLOCKS.

" ERE is a present that a dear little baby
sent you, Prince Dimple," said mother,
as she came into the nursery one day.
Prince Dimple clapped his hands when he
saw the present, and mother put it down on the
floor beside him.
It was a square box, with beautiful pictures
and letters on it, and Prince Dimple showed
mother B for baby, and patted himself, as soon
as he saw the box.
Prince Dimple thought he would pick it up,
and so he leaned over and lifted the box with
both his little hands.
What do you suppose he found out? There
was another box in this one; and when he had







80 Prince Dimple.

lifted the box up, he found this other one under
it; and this box, too, had beautiful pictures and
letters.
This was very fine. Prince Dimple put the
box down and clapped his hands, he was so
glad to find that he had two boxes. He could
pile them up on each other, and make a little
tower.
He picked the second box up to put it on
the first, and then he found that there was a
third box in the second box.
Prince Dimple had never seen such boxes as
these before, and he crowed and shouted, he
was so pleased. They were wonderful boxes,
for every time he lifted one up, he would find
another a little smaller in it; and so he kept on
lifting them off, until at last he came to a box
which was too small to have one inside.
"Don't you think those are pretty blocks,
darling?" asked mother, and Prince Dimple
looked up in mother's face with a happy little







Prince Dimple and his New Blocks. 8I

smile. Then he leaned over and gave his new
blqcks a sweet kiss, for he was so glad to
have them.
Prince Dimple had very fine times with these
new blocks, and he spent a great many happy
hours piling them up, and then putting them
all back in each other again.



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82 Prince Dimple.


CHAPTER TWENTY-SECOND.

FROM THE NURSERY WINDOWS.

A S the days grew longer and colder, Prince
Dimple did not go out to visit his mena-
gerie any more, for the caterpillar and all the
others had gone away for the winter, and he
did not go out so often in his carriage; but
he had nice times sitting in Mary's lap, and
looking down the street.
There were such nice things to be seen from
his nursery windows. He liked to watch the
children on their way to school, with their bags
on their arms, and he liked to watch the mar-
ket wagons going up and down the street.
He knew the baker's wagon, because it was
drawn by two little ponies that scampered along
as fast as they could go; and when he saw it







From the Nursery Windows. 83

coming, Prince Dimple would kick his little feet
to show Mary how the ponies trotted.
Prince Dimple often saw the doctor driving
by, too; and he knew Jerry, the doctor's horse,
very well, although he was not very different
from a great many of the other horses that went
by; and he would stand up in Mary's lap and
wave his hand to the doctor, and throw kisses
to him when he saw him coming.
Sometimes the doctor would look up and see
Prince Dimple in the nursery window, and then
he would wave his hand, too, and that would
please Prince Dimple very much indeed.
Rollo always went out with the doctor and
Jerry. Rollo was a little black dog with a white
bib and white feet, and he pattered along behind
the buggy as if he meant to take good care of
the doctor and see that everything was all
right.
Prince Dimple used to wonder why Rollo
did not get in and ride sometimes instead of







84 Prince Dimple.

running all the time, for it seemed as if such
a little dog must get very tired; but Rollo did
not seem to mind it at all.
Prince Dimple liked to watch people going
along on bicycles, and he made up his mind
that that was the kind of carriage he was going
to ride in when he was big, for two wheels could
go so much faster than four wheels.
A great many carriages went past every day,
so there was always something for Prince
Dimple to look at, as you can see.
It was quite as nice as looking at a picture
book to look out of his nursery windows,
Prince Dimple thought.


























IN A FRAME.


CHAPTER TWENTY-THIRD.

PRINCE DIMPLE IN A FRAME.

pAPA was unpacking a picture one day, and
Prince Dimple was watching him. Prince
Dimple always liked to see everything that was
going on, and he liked to hear papa pound with
the hammer.







86 Prince Dimfle.

When papa was through using the hammer,
he laid it down, and Prince Dimple crept over
to it at once, and began trying to pound with it.
It was a heavy hammer, and Prince Dimple
could hardly hold it in his little hands, but he
liked it all the better for that.
Papa did not see what he was doing at first;
but when he wanted to use the hammer again,
he looked around for it, and found Prince Dim-
ple just about to pound his little foot with it.
You may be sure that papa jumped very
quickly, and took it away from him, before he
should hurt himself with it.
A little wooden frame had been packed in the
box that the picture came in, to keep it from
being scratched.
While papa was taking the picture out, Prince
Dimple crept over to the frame and looked at
it, to see if it was nice to play with. He soon
saw that it was a frame, and so he held it up
and looked through it.







Prince Dimple in a Frame. 87

He sat very still on the rug, looking through
the frame at papa, who was too busy to see him
for a little time.
Suddenly he remembered that Prince Dimple
was keeping very quiet, and that always meant
that he was in some mischief.
Papa looked around to see where he was and
what he was doing; and there sat Prince Dimple,
looking like a little picture himself, as he looked
smilingly through the frame at papa.







88 Prince Dimple.


CHAPTER TWENTY-FOURTH.

BUYING PRINCE DIMPLE.

A LITTLE boy named Roland lived next
door to Prince Dimple, and he was very
fond of coming over to play with Prince
Dimple.
"I like this baby. I think I will buy him,"
he said one day to Mary.
Oh, this is a very precious baby," Mary
answered. "I do not think you have money
enough to buy him."
I have a great deal of money," Roland said;
" I have five cents. I should think that would
be enough to buy Prince Dimple."
His mother would not sell him for five
cents," Mary answered. You must save up
more money than that."







Buying Prince Dimple. 89

The next day Roland came back with a very
happy look on his face.
"I have come to buy the baby and take him
home with me," he said. "I have eight cents
this time."
"Would n't you rather buy candy with your
pennies?" asked Mary. "You could buy a
good deal of candy for eight cents."
I know I could," Roland answered. But
I would rather have Prince Dimple? I guess I
will take his carriage too, so I will have a
place to keep him."
He put the eight pennies in Mary's hand, and
then he took hold of the baby's carriage.
Prince Dimple had been listening, and though
he did not quite understand what Mary and
Roland had been saying, yet he knew that
Roland was going to take him away.
That would never do at all, so Prince Dimple
rolled his lip up and cried just as hard as he
could cry.







Prince Dimnple.


Roland stopped and looked frightened.
"Does he do that way very often?" he asked
Mary.
Oh, yes, whenever he does n't like anything,"
Mary answered.
I think I would rather not take him, then,"
Roland said, letting go of the carriage. "I
did n't know he could make such a noise. I
believe I would rather have my eight cents."
"I thought you would be tired of your bar-
gain," Mary said, as she gave him back the
pennies.
Roland never wanted to buy the baby after
that. He thought it was far nicer to have
him live in his own house, and only go and
play with him when he was not crying.







The First Snow.


CHAPTER TWENTY-FIFTH.
THE FIRST SNOW.

O NE morning when Prince Dimple woke
up, he saw a very strange thing from his
nursery windows.
There was something soft and sparkling and
white on everything.
The ground was all covered with it, the
trees had it on their branches, and even the
fences were white.
"Oh! oh!" shouted Prince Dimple in delight,
as Mary held him up to the window and let
him look out.
What could it be?
Once, when Prince Dimple had had a cold,
mother had put cotton wool on his chest, and it
had been soft and white, just like this. Had
the trees all taken bad colds?







92 Prince Dimple.

Mother knew what Prince Dimple was think-
ing about, and when she took him in her arms,
she said,-
"Does Prince Dimple like the pretty snow?"
Prince Dimple nodded and smiled, and he
held out his hands and wanted some to hold.
"Oh, you would n't like it, darling," mother
said. "It is cold."
I will get him a snowball," papa said, "and
then he can see what it feels like."
Prince Dimple watched papa from the window
while he went out and made a path through
the snow, and then he picked up some snow
and made a nice ball.
Prince Dimple clapped his hands, for he knew
it was for him.
He held out his little hands for it; but as
soon as papa gave it to him, he threw it
down.
It was not a nice ball at all. To be sure, it
did not go away as the bubble balls had done,







The First Snow.


but it did not feel nice at all in his hands. He
thought it made them feel the way they had
done on the day when he had touched the hot
teapot. You see Prince Dimple was such a
little boy that he did not know the difference
between heat and cold. He only knew that they
both made him very uncomfortable.
Papa threw the snowball out of the window,
and Prince Dimple was satisfied to look at the
pretty snow without wanting to have any of it
for his own.
Prince Dimple had a fine time looking out
of his window that day, for all day long the
sleighs went dashing past, and merry bells
jingled as if every one was glad that the
beautiful snow had come.







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CHAPTER TWENTY-SIXTH.

THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS.

" HRISTMAS is coming. I heard mother
say so," Prince Dimple told Jack the
Harlequin one day. "Do you know what Christ-
mas is ?"
No, Jack did not know, and Squeaky Sam did
not know; but Christmas must certainly be very
nice, for every one seemed to be glad that it was
coming, and whenever mother talked to Prince
Dimple about it, she hugged and kissed him,
as if it was something that had a great deal to
do with him.
"Santa Claus is coming to-night, and little
Cousin Margaret has sent you a pretty stocking
to hang up," said mother one evening when
Prince Dimple was all ready for bed.












































SANTA CLAUS IS COMING To-NIGHT.




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