Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Title Page
 Mamma Whitefur's clever kitten
 The lost pet
 Day dreamers
 The balloon
 A summer's day
 The bath
 The adopted chickens
 Rosa's friend
 Old Pop Corn
 The cut finger
 Little by little
 Miss Puss
 How Winkie was lost and found
 "Master Independence"
 Pinkie Winkie
 A climbing race
 Carlo and the puppies
 A visit to Sunnyside farm
 Blackberry gathering
 A basketful of mischief
 How Nip earned a treat
 Dolly's sail
 Three lassies
 A surprise
 Jimmie's letter
 A little unpleasantness in the...
 Idle Hans
 Little Jack Frost
 Spare the birds
 A noise in the night
 Into Pussy's claws
 Patient fishers
 What is it?
 Feeding the birds
 Grandpa's pet
 The story of the little hen
 A barnyard affray
 Gracie's Christmas tree
 The little thief
 The lost kitties
 Juno and her puppies
 The little fisherman
 "Can't" and "try!"
 Granny Gooseberry
 The uninvited guests
 "Mith Brown"
 The tease
 The bad dream
 The little missionary
 A big washing
 The Christmas dinner!
 The jump
 The sailor
 Two good friends
 Bobby's bath
 Remarks of the geese about the...
 Our donkeys
 The cherries
 Big show on a strike
 Aunt Evelyn
 Hector and the hare
 Ducks and green peas
 Lou's snake
 Christmas morning
 Right or left?
 The return
 Toby's professional pride
 A trio of playmates
 Nina and her puppy
 The out-door club
 The masquerade
 The battle in the china-closet
 Dash's bone story
 My two little friends
 Nonie's curiosity shop
 First love
 In the meadow
 Foolish Phipps
 Isn't it so?
 A puzzled cat
 On the beach
 Dorothy's call
 Fido's puppies
 Dolly's lullaby
 The history lesson
 The proof of love
 The baby and tray
 "I can stir it!"
 The orphans
 My dolly
 Don't envy your neighbors
 Joanna's first Sunday at churc...
 The tide
 Dolly's bath
 The little mother
 The stolen child
 Cause for thankfulness
 Plato's soliloquy
 The king's daughter
 Getting ready for bed
 A boy
 A funny little frog
 The little sail-boat
 If I only had wings!
 Afternoon tea
 How Elmer was let alone.
 By the mill-pond
 Rival teams
 Mrs. Bruin and her cubs
 The bunny
 Towzer's fun
 His first cigar
 Prudent Puss
 A sleepy song
 A bath in the sea
 Going crabbing
 Peter's work-shop
 The young artist
 Floy's picture
 Dobbin's Christmas dinner
 The little teacher
 The strange visitor
 In the swing
 The hungry dogs
 The little peddler
 Ursula and her doves
 Eva's peach tree
 Jamie's comforters
 Nettie's plans
 Back Cover

Title: New chatterwell stories
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 Material Information
Title: New chatterwell stories
Alternate Title: Chatterwell stories
Physical Description: 280 p. : ill. (some col.) ; 27 cm.
Language: English
Creator: McLoughlin Bros., inc ( Publisher )
Publisher: McLoughlin Bro's.
Place of Publication: New York
Publication Date: c1893
Subject: Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1893   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1893   ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1893
Genre: Children's stories
Children's poetry
Spatial Coverage: United States -- New York -- New York
General Note: Frontispiece printed in colors.
General Note: Contains prose and verse.
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lccn - 12031525

Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
    Front Matter
        Front Matter
    Title Page
        Page 1
        Page 2
    Mamma Whitefur's clever kitten
        Page 3
        Page 4
        Page 5
        Page 6
        Page 7
        Page 8
    The lost pet
        Page 9
    Day dreamers
        Page 10
        Page 11
    The balloon
        Page 12
        Page 13
    A summer's day
        Page 14
        Page 15
    The bath
        Page 16
        Page 17
    The adopted chickens
        Page 18
        Page 19
    Rosa's friend
        Page 20
        Page 21
        Page 22
    Old Pop Corn
        Page 23
        Page 24
        Page 25
        Page 26
    The cut finger
        Page 27
    Little by little
        Page 28
    Miss Puss
        Page 29
        Page 30
    How Winkie was lost and found
        Page 31
        Page 32
        Page 33
        Page 34
        Page 35
    "Master Independence"
        Page 36
        Page 37
    Pinkie Winkie
        Page 38
        Page 39
        Page 40
        Page 41
    A climbing race
        Page 42
        Page 43
        Page 44
    Carlo and the puppies
        Page 45
        Page 46
        Page 47
    A visit to Sunnyside farm
        Page 48
        Page 49
    Blackberry gathering
        Page 50
        Page 51
    A basketful of mischief
        Page 52
        Page 53
        Page 54
        Page 55
    How Nip earned a treat
        Page 56
        Page 57
    Dolly's sail
        Page 58
        Page 59
    Three lassies
        Page 60
    A surprise
        Page 61
    Jimmie's letter
        Page 62
        Page 63
    A little unpleasantness in the zoo
        Page 64
        Page 65
    Idle Hans
        Page 66
        Page 67
    Little Jack Frost
        Page 68
        Page 69
        Page 70
        Page 71
    Spare the birds
        Page 72
        Page 73
        Page 74
        Page 75
    A noise in the night
        Page 76
        Page 77
        Page 78
    Into Pussy's claws
        Page 79
        Page 80
        Page 81
    Patient fishers
        Page 82
        Page 83
    What is it?
        Page 84
        Page 85
        Page 86
    Feeding the birds
        Page 87
    Grandpa's pet
        Page 88
        Page 89
    The story of the little hen
        Page 90
        Page 91
        Page 92
    A barnyard affray
        Page 93
        Page 94
        Page 95
    Gracie's Christmas tree
        Page 96
        Page 97
    The little thief
        Page 98
        Page 99
    The lost kitties
        Page 100
        Page 101
    Juno and her puppies
        Page 102
        Page 103
    The little fisherman
        Page 104
        Page 105
    "Can't" and "try!"
        Page 106
        Page 107
        Page 108
    Granny Gooseberry
        Page 109
        Page 110
        Page 111
        Page 112
    The uninvited guests
        Page 113
        Page 114
        Page 115
    "Mith Brown"
        Page 116
        Page 117
    The tease
        Page 118
        Page 119
        Page 120
    The bad dream
        Page 121
    The little missionary
        Page 122
        Page 123
        Page 124
    A big washing
        Page 125
    The Christmas dinner!
        Page 126
        Page 127
    The jump
        Page 128
        Page 129
    The sailor
        Page 130
        Page 131
    Two good friends
        Page 132
        Page 133
    Bobby's bath
        Page 134
        Page 135
    Remarks of the geese about the new arrivals
        Page 136
        Page 137
    Our donkeys
        Page 138
        Page 139
        Page 140
    The cherries
        Page 141
        Page 142
    Big show on a strike
        Page 143
        Page 144
        Page 145
        Page 146
        Page 147
        Page 148
        Page 149
    Aunt Evelyn
        Page 150
        Page 151
    Hector and the hare
        Page 152
        Page 153
    Ducks and green peas
        Page 154
        Page 155
    Lou's snake
        Page 156
    Christmas morning
        Page 157
    Right or left?
        Page 158
        Page 159
    The return
        Page 160
        Page 161
    Toby's professional pride
        Page 162
        Page 163
    A trio of playmates
        Page 164
        Page 165
    Nina and her puppy
        Page 166
        Page 167
    The out-door club
        Page 168
        Page 169
    The masquerade
        Page 170
        Page 171
    The battle in the china-closet
        Page 172
        Page 173
        Page 174
        Page 175
    Dash's bone story
        Page 176
        Page 177
    My two little friends
        Page 178
        Page 179
    Nonie's curiosity shop
        Page 180
        Page 181
    First love
        Page 182
        Page 183
    In the meadow
        Page 184
        Page 185
    Foolish Phipps
        Page 186
        Page 187
    Isn't it so?
        Page 188
    A puzzled cat
        Page 189
    On the beach
        Page 190
        Page 191
    Dorothy's call
        Page 192
        Page 193
        Page 194
    Fido's puppies
        Page 195
        Page 196
    Dolly's lullaby
        Page 197
    The history lesson
        Page 198
        Page 199
        Page 200
        Page 201
    The proof of love
        Page 204
        Page 205
    The baby and tray
        Page 202
        Page 203
    "I can stir it!"
        Page 206
        Page 207
    The orphans
        Page 208
        Page 209
    My dolly
        Page 210
    Don't envy your neighbors
        Page 211
        Page 212
        Page 213
    Joanna's first Sunday at church
        Page 214
        Page 215
    The tide
        Page 216
        Page 217
        Page 218
        Page 219
    Dolly's bath
        Page 220
    The little mother
        Page 221
    The stolen child
        Page 222
        Page 223
    Cause for thankfulness
        Page 224
        Page 225
    Plato's soliloquy
        Page 226
        Page 227
    The king's daughter
        Page 228
        Page 229
    Getting ready for bed
        Page 230
        Page 231
    A boy
        Page 232
        Page 233
    A funny little frog
        Page 234
    The little sail-boat
        Page 235
    If I only had wings!
        Page 236
    Afternoon tea
        Page 237
    How Elmer was let alone.
        Page 238
    By the mill-pond
        Page 239
        Page 240
    Rival teams
        Page 241
    Mrs. Bruin and her cubs
        Page 242
        Page 243
    The bunny
        Page 244
        Page 245
    Towzer's fun
        Page 246
        Page 247
    His first cigar
        Page 248
        Page 249
    Prudent Puss
        Page 250
        Page 251
    A sleepy song
        Page 252
    A bath in the sea
        Page 253
    Going crabbing
        Page 254
    Peter's work-shop
        Page 255
        Page 256
    The young artist
        Page 257
    Floy's picture
        Page 258
        Page 259
    Dobbin's Christmas dinner
        Page 260
        Page 261
        Page 262
        Page 263
    The little teacher
        Page 264
        Page 265
    The strange visitor
        Page 266
        Page 267
    In the swing
        Page 268
        Page 269
    The hungry dogs
        Page 270
        Page 271
    The little peddler
        Page 272
        Page 273
    Ursula and her doves
        Page 274
        Page 275
    Eva's peach tree
        Page 276
    Jamie's comforters
        Page 277
    Nettie's plans
        Page 278
        Page 279
        Page 280
    Back Cover
        Back Cover 1
        Back Cover 2
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/AAIMVA Whitefur was a fine old cat, of the best blood,
who had been the mother of many a large family of
promising kittens. She was a very loving mother, and it
nas a charming sight to see her surrounded by one of her
broods'of baby cats.
Because she was so loving" to her children, it was a source
of greatgrief to her that it should happen so often that most
of them disappeared before they were many days old. Just
what became of them she never knew positively, but she
shrewdly guessed that they had been drowned in the depths
of a water-pail.
Mamma Whitefir mourned these baby-cats, and schemed
in her wise old head to out-wit the kitten-drowner. One
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day she came to her mistress, rubbed against her dress, and
purred. The mistress offered her a glass of water, but she
refused to drink; then she opened a door to let her go out,
but she refused to go.
Then the mistress said, Well, Mamma Whitefur, what
do you want? I know you want something. I am very
sorry I cannot understand you. Do you wish me to go
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mistress's eves, as much as to ask, "'Why
can't you understand me ?"
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have you some kittens hidden away, and are you in some
trouble aboulIt themll" Mamma Whitr answered by

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"Well, don't stop there, go right along, I'm coming. Go!"
Mamma Whitefur went, and the mistress followed, down
the hall, up the stairs, and to the garret door. And the door
was shut!
"Oh! I know now, Mamma Whitefur. You have some
kittens in there, and you've been shut out, and novw it is time
to feed them and you can't open the door."
As the mistress opened the door, the cat bounded into the
room, sped across the floor, jumped down through an open
space, and was out of sight away under the flooring in a jiffy.
Ha-ha, Mamma Whitefur, I know by the tone 'of your
voice that you are talking baby-talk to kittens. And you
have put them where I can't see nor reach them, and where
no kitten-drowner can come. You are a smart old cat! won't
you please bring your kittens where I can see how many
you have, and how fine they are?"
But the cat paid no heed to her, so she left the garret
feeling beaten by a cat.
One night not long after, the mistress heard a loud knock-
ing at her door, and a man's voice grumbling.
"What's the matter ?" she asked.
The man's voice answered, One of your pesky cats has
fallen down between the partitions, and keeps up such a
howling I can't sleep."
So a procession was formed to go-to the garret to rescue
the cat. Sure enough! From a space not much larger than
the kitten, out of sight ten or twelve feet below, came a
pitiful "Me-ow."
Then the question rose, how to get her out. Finally one
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to the kitten. Then all went away, to give Kittie a chance
to learn rope-climbing.
The next day Kittie's "me-ow" could still be heard, but
no Kittie seen. Then the mistress said to herself, Kittie's
claws are small and weak, perhaps they can't cling to a hard
rope. I'll tear cotton cloth in strips, tie them together like a
rope, and let that down to her."
It was pretty hard for a baby-cat to have to climb while
she was so hungry. Her voice grew weaker and weaker,
and her "me-ow" less frequent. Was she starving to death
or learning to climb ? The mistress listened often, and once
she heard something drop. "Oh!" she thought, "the kittie
must be learning to climb. She gets up a little way and
then tumbles!"
But no Kittie appeared the next day, nor the next night.
The mistress was almost ill thinking of the poor little kittie
starving between the walls. She went once more to the
garret sad and discouraged. And when she got there the
garret was bare, and little cat there was none, but, hark!
Surely Kittie's "me-ow" was nearer! Yes, Kittie was climb-
ing for her life, and nearing the top of the hole. 'What if
she should tumble now! The mistress ran for Mamma
Whitefur and a candle; the mamma-cat to call, and to be
ready to feed her starving baby, and the candle to give her
light. Then they waited, the mistress calling in a gentle
voice, "Kittie, come along, Kittie," and the mamma-cat
calling in a persuasive tone, Me-ow, me-ow !"
The little faint me-ow kept coming nearer and nearer.
And then, yes, that was Kittie's ears! up came the head,
and over the beam came the kittie slowly, tired and weak.

Kittie saw her mother and started toward her, but Mamma
Whitefur was wise again. She backed off, coaxing the kitten
far enough away from that terrible hole to be safe. Then
she put her paws about her baby and licked her all over for
joy. She needed the licking, for she was covered with dust
and wee bits of plaster. Her fur stood oi end, and she
looked like a new kind of porcupine.
Don't you think this kittie deserved the handsome new
ribbon you see upon her in her picture over the leaf, for
being so brave and persevering? Think of her learning
to climb such a long queer ladder, and in so short a time!
She had so many tumbles and trials, and nothing at all to
eat! And she was only a little baby cat!

"SWEET lamb," said little Lucy
You're the darling of my heart;
While we live, I am determined,
We two shall never part."

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The lamb grew big so fast,
For a playmate he was much ',,
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Before-two years had past.


OWLS, within the shady tree,
What strange creatures you must be!
Now that I am going to bed,
You are waking up instead.

All the daytime, while I played,
You were dreaming in the shade;
Think what pleasures you must miss-
Will you tell me how it is?

Do you dream in broad daylight
Much as others do at night?
Answer, for you can, no doubt-
What were all your dreams about ?

Do you love the moonlight, pray,
Better than the sun's bright ray ?
Not the least reply you make-
You can be but half awake.

Why some people have agreed
They must call you wise, indeed,
Really now, I cannot see.
Thought the owls, No more can we.

"All we know is that we do
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DID you ever try to catch a balloon when some body else
held the string? Then you know just what kind of a
time Freddy is having. Some boys would grow angry, but
he only thinks it is sport. He has said his lesson to his gov-
erness, has dropped his book, and is now having his recess.
His governess lets the balloon go just as far as the string
will allow. Freddy runs for it, stubs his toes, and tumbles
down. When he picks himself up, the balloon isn't there.
She holds it down, so he can touch it with both hands. He
thinks he has it this time, but he hasn't. She gives a little
jerk, and away it goes out of his hands like a slippery eel.
He sits down to rest. She brings the balloon down into
his lap. He clutches it quickly, but off it goes behind her,
and he sprawls all over her. He runs this way. He runs
that way. He stands up. He falls down. He steps on her
toes. He steps on his own toes. He bangs the legs of the
bench. He bangs his own legs. He gets scratches, and
bumps, but he shouts and jumps, for he has made up his
mind to conquer. He stands on one foot and thinks. He
stands on the other foot and thinks. He scratches his head
to catch a thought.
He did catch an idea, and then with one bold effort he
caught the balloon. And how do you suppose he did it ?
He waited patiently till the governess brought the balloon
very near to him. He made a sudden dash-not at the
balloon, but at the string close to the balloon. He caught
it and held it fast. The governess admitted that she was
beaten, and Freddy sat down to rest.
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DON'T you think it is fun to have Papa give you a ride
on his shoulder? Or toss you up in the air? Or put
you on his shoulder, and taking one of your hands in each
of his, let you turn a somersault and land on your feet on
the floor?
You see this is a picture- of a very jolly group. They
have been down this long beautiful lane on this sunny sum-
mer day to take the lunch to the father and brother who are
working hard in the fields.
Mary had to go to carry the pails and basket. Little Peter
asked to go too. As it was too far for him to walk Lena
had to go to wheel him. And Watch had to go to look.
after them all. He felt as important as any one. And why
not? Didn't he carry a basket in his mouth all the way?.
When they came back, Mary wheeled Peter so fast that
Lena had to run to catch up, and Peter had to cling to his
wagon to stay in. Mary smiled, Lena laughed, Peter shouted,
Watch barked, and the wagon squeaked. Peter shouted
"You can't catch me !" and Lena answered "XWait and see!"
Lena was close by when Mary stopped short, caught little
Peter in her arms and threw him up on her shoulder out of
Lena's reach. Up, up he went till he stood on Mary's
,shoulder. And wasn't he as happy as a king?
Watch was not sure whether Peter was in a safe place or
not. He laid. himself out on the ground at their feetand
kept his big eyes on the laughing group. He looked re--
lieved when Peter was placed again in his chariot, and the
procession moved homeward.


" pERHAPS you think this is fun. I don't," said Skye in
a grumbling tone. It is all very well for boys who
haven't anything but skin. They ought to take baths. But
for a first-class dog, like myself, with hair all over his body,
that takes forever to dry, it is, to say the least, very trying.
No matter what I wish to do, nor where I wish to go,
into the wash-tub I have to tumble. Just as surely as wash
day comes, just as surely does Aunt Polly give us poor dogs
a soaking. Soap suds is all well enough for her dirty clothes,
but it plays the mischief with my delicate nose and eyes.
What if she does wrap me up in a blanket, and put me in
her best arm chair. That doesn't make me any happier.
I have a chill just the same, and some day I shall shake my
teeth out."
What are you growling about over there in that fine
chair ?" said Prince. You'd have something to growl about
if you were tied as I am, so I can't run away from this big
fire. I love the water, but I do object to the mauling,
brushing, and combing I get."
"Well," said Nep, "I don't see why I can't stay in the
water longer. I wouldn't mind the mauling, brushing, and
combing if I could stay in the water long enough to make
it worth while."
Aunt Polly could t understand the conversation, but she
wished Skye wouldn't be sulky, and Prince wouldn't howl,
and Nep wouldn't jump about so. But into the tub every
week they had to go, and she hoped they would learn to
make the best of it.
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I SUPPOSE you think that the hen in the picture on
the next page is the very own mother of those dear
little chickens, but she isn't.
Susie's Grandma owned a very naughty hen, that wouldn't
set. Grandma put her on the nest of eggs many times, but
she always flew off.
So Grandma took the eight nice eggs, wrapped them up,
and put them in a basket. Then she put the basket near
the fire to keep the eggs warm.
Susie went to the basket many times to see if the eggs
had turned into little chickens. One day she heard a "Peep,
peep," and quickly raised the cover and peeked in to see-
what do you suppose ? --Three little chickens.
Grandma had another hen that was very good, and very
fond of baby chickens. She tried to help the other mothers
care for their chickens, but they flew at her and pecked her.
She even tried to coax some of them to follow her when the
broods were large, but that didn't suit the mother hens either.
Grandma thought this hen would make a splendid mother
to little chickens that hadn't any mother to scratch for them.
When the chickens were hatched, she brought the kind
old hen and put her down on the grass by them, and then
dropped some corn for them all to eat.
The old hen- began to "Cluck, cluck," which was her
way of talking. She showed them how to eat the corn, and
really adopted them at once. If you were as near to the
hen as this little Susie, you might see how proud and happy
she was to have some chickens to scratch for.

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ROSA had been very ill. It was summer, when the
flowers were bright, and the grass was green. Rosa
was so ill that for a long time she did not know whether
flowers bloomed or grass grew, but when she began to get
well she longed for both. But Rosa's mother was a poor
widow, and could earn only enough to pay for what they
really needed. It was tiresome to have to lie in bed all day,
and when she was well enough to sit up, Johnnie, her brother,
said, Let's put her in a chair, and carry her out doors."
She was very happy to get out of the house, although she
could stay only a little while. They carried her out, after
that, every day till she was able to walk.
One day, while she was sitting there, she heard the click
of the gate. She looked up, and there was a stylish young
lady coming toward her. Rosa thought the young lady
had made a mistake in the house, but was glad of it, so she
could see her. She was very much surprised when the
young lady asked, "Is this Rosa Yensen ?" and could only
answer, Yes, ma'am."
Then Rosa was more surprised to hear her say, I heard
you were ill, Rosa, so I've brought you some flowers and fruit."
Rosa's eyes grew big as the young lady gave -her a bunch
of flowers, and let her look into the basket to see the fiuit.
She kept thinking there must be some mistake; but no, the
lady called her by the right name, so they must be for her.
The tears came into her eyes, and she could not speak.
"Perhaps you don't like flowers?" said the visitor, although
she knew from the expression of the sick face, that she did.


Rosa managed to speak. "Oh! yes I do, I've just ached
to go where I could see some. I didn't think they would
come to me. Do you really mean I am to keep them ?"

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Yes indeed. I've brought them on purpose for you,
though I wasn't sure you would like them."
The mother, and Johnnie, and baby sister came out to see
what was going on, and then Johnnie brought out a chair
for the visitor. She staid a little while, and brightened Rosa
with her lively talk almost as much as with her other gifts,
and when she said good-bye she asked, "May I come to see
you again, Rosa?"
Rosa said, Please do come. I'd like it so much if you
would, and I'm very much obliged for it all."
When the doctor came he asked right away, "What has
happened to you, Rosa, to make you look so happy ? '
"O Doctor! such a fine young lady has been here, and
she came on purpose to see me, and bring me some jelly,
and grapes, and bananas, and best of all, some flowers."
Who was she, Rosa?"
I don't know at all, Doctor, and I was.afraid to ask her
name? Do you know?"
How should I know? You don't tell me whether she has
green or blue eyes, nor whether her hair is yellow or red,"
"She was just lovely! And I can't think how she knew
my name, nor how she knew I was sick."
The young lady called several times, but Rosa could only
find out her name.
The doctor never let out the secret to Rosa, but if you
should ask him, he would tell you that a lady in charge of
the Flower and Fruit Mission" asked for the names of all
his poor patients, and Rosa's name was put on his list.
And that was how Rosa came to have such gifts, and such,
a dear young lady friend.



When out to walk old
Pop Corn went,
He had a spotless tie;
A- neat umbrella in his
A glass at either eye.


The wicked boys they o
lay in wait, FORSALE. ,
To take old Pop i
Corn's life;
They went behind h'in
down the street,
With hidden hoe
and knife.



And when they reached
a quiet spot,
OP CO_ Pop like a sheep was
CAM Y shorn;
They mashed his hat,
untied his shoes,
And scraped one side
of Corn.

When half their dreadful
work was done,
Old Pop Corn found
his voice-
The way those naughty.
children ran,
Would make the good

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Then hurrying to his
home, he met
A little Corn who
"The girls are coming out
of school,
SSee !-right across the


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hat again,
And tied his shoes up
Then tried to catch the
dreadful boys-
But they were out of



iat night, when home
old Pop Corn got,
A worthless cob was
nd all those naughty
boys and girls,
Had Pop Corn, after


TONY and his little brother Rico were in the corn-house.
Tony was using his knife, and carelessly laid it down
while he went away for a moment. When he came back,
be found Rico holding his finger, and looking-very queer.

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He made him show the finger, and found that he had cut
himself, and was keeping his lips shut tightly so as not to
cry, for Tony had told him never to touch the knife.
Tony felt like scolding, but when he saw poor Rico's noble
efforts to keep the tears back, he had to smile, and set about
bandaging the wounded finger.



"LITTLE by little," an acorn said,
As it slowly sank in its mossy bed;
" I am slowly growing every day,
Hidden deep in the earth away."
Little by little each day it grew;
Little by little it sipped the dew;
Downward it sent out a thread-like root;
Up in the air sprung a tiny shoot
Day after-day, and year after year,.
Little by little the leaves appear;
And the slender branches spread far and wide,
Till the mighty oak is the forest's pride.

" Little by little," said a thoughtful boy,
"Moment by moment, I'll well employ,
Learning a little every day,
And not spending all my time in play,
And still this rule in my mind shall dwell-
Whatever I do, I'll do it well.
Little by little, I'll learn to know
The treasured wisdom of long ago;
And one of these days perhaps I'll see
That the world will be the better for me."

And do you not think this simple plan
Made him a wise and useful man?
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MRS. JONES was sitting by the open window sewing.
Her work-basket lay on the window shelf. Miss Puss
was curled up on the floor. She watched Mrs. Jones sew,
and wished she might handle the thread herself. Presently
Mrs. Jones was called away, and Miss Puss jumped up on
the window shelf.
She tried on the thimble, but it was too small for her paw.
Then she thought 'she would clean out Mrs. Jones' work
basket. While she sat there pawing its contents, Mr. Tom
came along. Miss Puss looked very handsome, as she sat

in the open window, the lace curtain 'draped aoove her.
Mr. Tom saw her, and fell in love with her at first sight.
He walked quietly up to the window, while his heart went
pit-a-pat. The first thing Miss- Puss knew a strange cat's
paws were on the window shelf.
She jumped with surprise, and blushed in the way cats do.
Mr. Tom said, "Good morning! Can you tell me where
Miss Maltese lives?"
Now Miss Maltese was.a belle. Miss Puss had stolen a
sly glance at Mr. Tom, and saw that he was an elegant cat.
She wished he wouldn't look for Miss Maltese. But she
answered sweetly, "Yes, I know where Miss-Maltese lives,
but the way is crooked and rough. You will have to crawl
over roofs, and climb up walls, and jump over fences. Per-
haps you would spoil your fine coat."
Mr. Tom winked at himself, but looked innocently at
Miss Puss as he said, "If the way is so crooked, I'm afraid
I'll get lost. Would you be so kind and gracious as to show
me the way? I'm sorry to interrupt your sewing, but ought
you not to be out this fine day ?"
Miss Puss mewed, and me-owed, and said, "Perhaps I
can spare a few moments to show you the way." And with
that, she gave the scissors and thimble a final pat, and jumped
out of the window.
When Mrs. Jones came back to her sewing, she wondered
who had tried to finish her work. She guessed it was Miss
Puss. She looked out of the window in time to see her
walking off with the elegant stranger.
I don't believe Miss Puss'and Mr. Tom ever tried to find
Miss Maltese.


IN a pretty garden near a great city
was a little girl, with a tennis
racket in her hand, quite ready for
a game. But the only play-fellow
she had was a small hairy terrier
called Winkie.
Elsie Graham, for that was her
name, was waiting for her three
friends, Lilly, May, and Johnnie
Seymour, who were coming to play
and have tea with her. In the sum-
mer-house close by the table was laid, with her own tea-set
of blue and white china, sponge-cake, strawberries, and
plenty of nice bread and butter.
Suddenly Winkie jumped up and ran to the fence, bark-
ing violently: Elsie followed him, saying, Hush, Winkie!
what is the matter?"
She was rather startled at seeing a ragged, forlorn little
boy, gazing longingly at the tempting feast in the arbor.
His cheeks were thin and pale, and his feet were bare. At
the sight of the dainty little lady he shrank timidly back.
"Are you hungry, little boy?" said Elsie. The boy did
not answer, but began to slink off. "Wait a minute!" and
Elsie ran to the table, cut off a large piece of cake, and,
holding it out to the child, said:
-' It is my own cake, so you shall have my share."
The boy took it eagerly, saying, "Thank yer kindly, Miss:
it's. the first bit of food I've had to-day."

"Poor little boy! why doesn't your mother give you
I ain't got no mother nor father," said the boy. I get
a penny now and then, or a crust from folks, that's all."
Just then the sight of a policeman scared poor Joe away,
and Elsie's friends arriving, she did not think much more of
the pitiful tale she had heard. But at tea-time she refused to
have any cake, as she had given her share away.
Suddenly it struck her that Winkie was missing. In great
distress the children at once began hunting all over the gar-
den, calling and whistling.
"That boy stole him, I expect," said Johnnie.
Elsie's father and mother, when they heard of her loss, did
all they could to console her, and promised to make all
inquiries, offer a reward, and do all they could to recover
her pet.
In the meantime, what was Winkie doing? Well, I must
tell you that Winkie's great weakness was cake! He had
been watching the table all the afternoon, and several times
had sat up and waved his front paws to Elsie, then trotted
to the table and wagged his tail in the most coaxing manner.
But Elsie had said, No, Winkie, not yet;" so he became
rather sulky. When he saw her give the cake to Joe, he
had run along the fence till he came to a place large enough
to get through, and followed Joe. When Joe sat down to
eat his cake, he was astonished to see the loveliest little dog
sit up before him and beg for a bit.
"Why now," exclaimed Joe, "it's the dog that belongs to
the young lady with the golden hair!"
He threw him a bit of cake; then seeing some men comn

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ing along, he hid the tiny creature under his jacket, saying
to himself:
"They'd steal him, as sure as anything, and I must take
him back to his home. She was kind. to me, so now I'll do
her a good turn."
Joe felt quite a thrill of pleasure to think he could do a
kindness to the young lady who had spoken so gently to
him. So he waited till nearly dark, and trudged back to the
garden, intending-to put the dog inside the gate. But just
as he arrived there, a gentleman came up, and seeing the
boy putting down the dog, he caught hold of him, saying,
" Now then, youngster, what are you doing here, and how
did you come by that.dog?"
Joe's teeth chattered with fright; he burst into tears,
sobbing out, "I never stole him, I brought him back, he
follered me, he did!"
Now don't cry, my boy," said Mr. Graham (for it was he),
"come along, and let us hear all about it."
Joe tried to dart away, but was held firmly, and taken into
the hall, where Elsie was already hugging and kissing
Winkie. When Joe found they were all kindly disposed
towards him, he told them his story: how he had lost both
father and mother with fever, and had lived chiefly by
begging, and what food the neighbors could spare from their
own scanty store, and slept where he could. The Grahams
gave him a good meal, and soon after got him into a school,
telling him if he turned out a good, honest boy, he should
be taken into their service.
I am glad to say this did happen, and Joe is a great
favorite with them all and never forgets to be grateful.




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M I N N A sat working. Suddenly something brushed- past
her. nose, and fell in her lap. Her scream of surprise
brought Grandpa and Sophy and Betty out in a hurry to
see what was the matter. Minna sat with her eyes turned
up, and a kitten in her lap. All looked up. Their old cat
was peering down upon them from the little loft which you
see in the picture. She was looking to see what had become
of one of her kittens that had suddenly rolled out of its lofty
Grandpa thought there must be more kittens. Sure
enough, two more were found and brought down. Sophy
gave them a pan of milk, and Minna fed them in- her lap.
Master Independence has gulped down his milk in a
hurry. He sits on the floor and looks about him. He quite
likes the world he has just tumbled into. His flight through
the air makes him feel important. The other kittens are not
so forward. This is a new way to take their meals. One is
trying to get into the milk feet and all.
The kittens were put to bed on a piece of carpet on the
floor; for Grandpa said kittens should not live so high up in
the world. The old cat took one of her babies in her mouth,
as mother-cats do, and tried to carry it up to the old home.
She could climb alone easily enough, but to climb and carry
so big a baby, was more than one cat could do.
So she gave up trying to get her family back to the little
loft. Master Independence got into many a scrape, and had
to be punished. But he was soon taught how to behave,
and turned out to be the best mouser of them all.



to learn,
The facts about the man
in the moon;
So. he got some gas, and
paper, and twine,
And built a big

'hen in its little car he .
And soared in rapid
Fill the fleecy clouds
were left behind,
And the earth was
out of sight.


When he got to the moon,
he found the man,
Who gave him such
a scare,
He felt a chill clear up
his back,
To the very roots of
his hair.

He -was just going back
to earth again,
When "boA" went his
big balloon;
Then Pinkie Winkie
opened his eyes,
And found himself in .
the moon!


.. .. The man in the moon
gave, an awful
And caught Pinkie
Winkie tight;
:g Poor Pinkie Winkie! he
..wanted to speak,
.,..- But found he was
dumb with fright.

"What do you want,"
said the man in
the moon,
Up here in the dark
and cold?"
"Grandma sent me to see
how you are,"
Such was the fib that V
Pinkie told!


In the moon-man's mouth
Pinkie Winkie


But soon came


with a hop,

Which landed him safe
at his home again,

And there he vowed

he would stop.

You can't hoax me,
said the man in
the moon,

"But it's time for me
to sup;

ou have dropped in just
in the nick of time,

And I think I'll


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COME, lets get up to the very top !" barked Squat.
"You'll never do it," growled Spot, contemptuously.
Spot was so called because of the three black patches on his
back. He was the handsomest of the four puppies, and
always looked down upon Squat, who was the ugly one of
the family.
"Why shall I never do it?" asked Squat, quietly meas-
uring the distance with his eyes, while on his face was that
odd, critical, comical expression which puppies and very
young folks have sometimes.
"Why! What a question!" responded Spot, in disdain.
" Everybody knows, except your thick-headed self, that
you're so awkward and ungainly that you can never do things
like other people."
"Well, never mind," said Squat, good humoredly. "I
don't care to climb up there like other people; all I want is
to get up to the top myself."
"We will go too!" cried Snap and Vie. "Yes," added
Snap, after a moment's pause, "if stupid old Squat thinks
he can do it we ought to try, if only to show him how."
There was just the faintest possible sign of a smile lurk-
ing round Squat's mouth, as his brother made this speech,
but he made no answer, except by beginning at once to climb.
It was a funny thing to see the four puppies all trying to
scramble up the three deep steps leading to the terrace walk.
Straining, struggling, slipping back and rolling over, was
rather exhausting work, and Spot was the first to weary of it.
"What's the use of troubling ourselves?" said he; "after


all, there's nothing to be gained by getting to the top! It's
only one of Squat's senseless ideas."
No, don't let us give it up yet," cried Vic, and with a
great effort she contrived to haul herself up on to the first
step, where Squat already was.
Spot, ashamed of being outdone by his sister and brother,.
put forth all his strength, and clambering up, joined them.
There the three stood panting (Snap still below them), Spot
and Vic looking laughingly downward, while Squat turned
his eye still upward, his courage undaunted.
I've had enough," said Spot; I shall stay here."
"Oh! let's have one more try," cried Vic. Squat said
nothing, but as soon as he had got his breath, he began to
clamber upward; Vic eagerly followed, and Spot too, out of
shame. As for Snap, he had turned sulky, and was not
trying to climb at all now, but sat looking on discontentedly.
The middle step was the hardest of all, and Spot and Vic
were so busy scrambling and tumbling back, that they had
not noticed Squat, when suddenly a little half suppressed'
bark of triumph reached their ears, and looking up they saw
the despised puppy standing on the top of the terrace, the
very picture of perseverance rewarded.
At the same moment a howl came from Snap, who had
never got beyond the first step. In glancing up at Squat, he
had somehow over-balanced himself, and toppling, rolled
into a broken pot, thereby receiving sundry cuts and bruises
which were a just punishment for his surly temper.
"You're the best of us, Squat, after all," said Vic, looking
up with her goggle eyes full of admiration. "You said
nothing when we were all jabbering; you only did."


THREE nice little doggies were Fan, Gyp, and Sprite;
Full of fun and good-nature, active and bright,
They never were quiet from morning till night-
These frolicsome puppies three.

When running along with nose to the ground,
Hither and thither, one of them found
A beautiful biscuit, large and round-
How glad were these puppies three!

But when not an atom off either side
Could they get, though in turn each tugged and tried,
Their joy was over-they nearly cried-
So sad were these puppies three.

Now Carlo, the watchdog, lying close by,
Looking lazily out of his half-opened eye,
Said to himself, Why shouldn't I try
To be kind to these puppies three?"

So out he stretched his big white paw,
And put the biscuit inside his jaw!
But oh, dear me! when this they saw,
Alarmed were these puppies three.

They shook and trembled in such a fright,
In case he should swallow it all up quite,
But, instead he gave it a gentle bite,
And before these puppies three

He laid it down in morsels fit
For the smallest among them to take a bit,
And very soon they had eaten it,
Those greedy puppies three.

For their fear of Carlo was gone, and they
Quickly gobbled it all away;
And then returned to their games of play,
Those frolicsome puppies three.





ALICE and Katie
Sinclair bad come
", to spend a few weeks
at Sunnyside Farm.
S, It belonged to an old
S."""'' friend of their moth-
',' ...--: her's, who had prom-
ised to take great care
of them, and do her
best to bring roses
*" into their little pale
They lived in New York, and it was their first visit to a
real farm.
They had a toy farm at home, with roosters and hens as
large as the sheep, and cows which could easily look over
the roof of the farm- ,, ,
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"Fancy real pigs
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How lovely!" ;":. *

everything was, and '. ,
how they enjoyed the fresh milk,
home made bread, and butter
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Katie would rush in to call Alice to look
at the dear old hen with all her wee chickens;
some poking their little heads from under
her wings, some on her back, twittering
and running to look wherever the mother
/ scratched on the ground with her
.-" claw. "What sweet little fluffy
pets exclaimed Katie.
S"Alice said she never thought
she could like pigs, they grunted
-- so, but the young ones were quite
--- pretty. Then the rabbits had to
be fed, and both Alice and Katie helped to drive the cows
home in the evening. Jumbo, the dog, amused them by the
clever way he ran round the cows and barked to make them
all go together. Then what fun it was making hay, and
riding home on the loaded wagon.
The children were out in the fields nearly all day, gather-
ing wild flowers, and making friends with all the animals.
The little calves who came to
drink at the brook, wondered
what curious creatures they
were, and stood gazing at them
with their soft brown eyes, not i
knowing whether they were
friends or foes. Alice and 2 '
Katie talked gently to them,
and offered them clover and \l '
grass. Katie felt rather glad 1'
the brook was between them

when she saw their big teeth. Both children laughed heart-
ily when the playful creatures gamboled and leaped about.
The little girls looked so strong and rosy when they went
back to the city that their father said he hardly knew them
again, and they told their brothers many tales of the wonders
of the farm-yard. They looked forward to the next summer
when their parents said perhaps they might revisit the farm.

N the bright days of autumn, when the sun glows on the
The sound of children's voices echoes upon the breeze,
As to the tangled bushes a score of little feet
Hurry along to search once more for berries ripe and sweet.

The hazel's yellow leaflets are dropping one by one,
And the red leaves of the bramble flash in the setting sun;
And where the crimsoned thorn-wreaths twine with the
fading gold,
Bright eyes a tempting cluster of shining fruit behold.

And rosy lips are ready, as well as merry eyes,
And chubby hands with eager joy clutch at the tempting prize,
Till little aching fingers, purpled by many a stain,
Wearily find their tired way into small mouths again.

But now the juicy berries, shining out black and red,
Hang in the evening twilight unheeded, overhead;
For when the fern-owl flutters forth from his rustic nest,
Each tired and sleepy youngster seeks home for needed rest.




EARLY one bright morning a large basket was left for
Miss Elsie Little. She was eager to open it at once,
but mamma, who heard strange sounds coming from the
basket, said that one of the servants should carry it out of
doors to be unpacked.
Elsie followed quickly, and when she took off the covering
found, to her delight, five of the sweetest little kittens she
had ever seen, and taking one in her arms, she ran in with
great glee to tell her mother about the new-comers.
"Five!" cried mamma, looking rather grave; "I knew
that Aunt Jessie was going to send one, but I really cannot
have five kittens in the house. You must give four away
and keep one for yourself. Which one shall it be?"
Elsie looked puzzled. It was so hard to choose one when
all were such beauties.
I know," said her mother, "that you will be very kind
to the one you keep, so I think you should have the one
which behaves the best. You may keep them all for two
days and watch them before you decide which you would
like to keep."
Away ran Elsie to the lawn, where the kittens were romp-
ing with each other, creeping in and out of their basket, and
thoroughly enjoying their game of play.
What fun they all had that bright summer morning!
Elsie named them, Cuffy, Huffy, Fluffy, Puffy, and Ruffy
and tried hard to teach them their names.
Now the kittens did not know that the little girl was
watching to see which was the best behaved of the party.

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Just before they left their mother, when she washed their
faces for the last time, she had purred over them, and told
them to be good, and always to be kind to one another.
But they soon forgot her words, and when the sop was
brought out for their dinner, Puffy ran to the saucer and
lapped up the greater part of the milk before the others
could get near it.
I shan't keep Puffy, he is too greedy," thought Elsie.
The little girl had to leave the kittens for a while to say
her lessons, but as soon as these were over she ran out again,
took one of them up in her arms, and began to stroke it.
But Huffy was just in the midst of a game of play with the
others, and did not want to be disturbed; so he dug his
claws into his mistress's arm and gave her a long deep scratch
which brought the tears to her eyes.
I'm sure I won't keep Huffy, he is so spiteful," she said,
as she ran to her mother for comfort.
Long before the next day was over it was quite certain
that Fluffy was Elsie's pet. She was so good and pretty, so
playful and full of fun.
Puffy was given to the butcher's wife, the milk-man took
Cuffy, and Huffy was sent to a farm a long way off, where
there were no children for her to scratch. What became of
Ruffy I cannot say, for she ran away into the woods one
evening and was never seen again.
Gentle little Fluffy became Elsie's own pet, and dearly she
loved the little mistress who was so good to her, and long
before Elsie was old enough to leave school, Fluffy had
grown to be a fine handsome cat, with four kittens of hei
own playing around her.

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",yOU must go through your tricks, and then you shall
have some cake, Nip," said Roy.
Nip wagged his tail and gave a little whine, for he wanted
the cake at once.
"Now," said Roy, not taking any notice of the whine,
"Attention, Nip! Attention !"
Then Nip stood on his hind legs, and began to put up
his paws and beg.
Now die for your country, Nip," said Roy.
And Nip laid himself down on his back and stretched
out his paws, and did not move.
"Very well, Nip," said Roy; "now sit up and beg again,
and I will put a bit of cake on your nose. There, that is
right. Now wait till I count ten, and then you may eat it up."
And Roy began to count slowly "One, two, three," then
he made a stop, but Nip sat quite still, "four, five, six, seven,"
went on Roy, then he stopped again. This time Nip moved
his tail backward and forward.
"Still, sir, still! said Roy, and then- he went on counting,
"eight, nine--ten."
And at ten Nip threw up his nose, and up went the piece
of cake, which he caught as it came down.
Then he settled himself and looked at Roy, as much as to
say, I have done my part."
"You have been a good dog, Nip," said Roy, and he put
some bread and milk into a saucer and gave him part of his
cake, and Nip ate it with gladness, and wagged his tail and
licked Roy's hand.




TWO little ducks had already reached the water, and were
swimming off finely.
Quack-quack," said a third duck, as he flapped his wings
and looked very brave, but didn't go very fast toward the
SQuack-quack," said another duck, as he. looked very
hard at the water, and waddled down to'its edge.
Quack-quack," said another little duck, as he stood and
turned the matter over in his head.
Quack-quack," said mamma duck, as she sat in the
bushes and watched her children waddle out for a swim.
"Polly, you must sit still, or you'll tumble on the ducks
and frighten them all away," said motherly Molly.
But, Polly said that her dolly wanted to see the ducks, and
with that Dolly was pushed out where she could have a
peek. Polly didn't hold on tight enough so Dolly had a
fall. Down she went, out of Polly's hand, right on to the
back of one of the ducks as he went sailing by.
"My dolly!" "Oh Polly !" "Quack-quack!"
The duck sailed away with his passenger, wondering what
was up. Dolly sailed away in her new boat, with her feet
and arms straight out. Not being a French doll, she wasn't
very easy in her manner, but she could balance well on a
duck's back.
My dolly's having a nice ride. Oh!" and Polly clapped
her hands.
Master Duck didn't like being a sailing vessel. He
spluttered and splashed, but Dolly staid on.

My dolly'll drown, O-o-oh!" and Polly's tune had changed.
For Master Duck had decided that the best way to get rid
of his burden was to dive. l naster Duck
wTentt under and iliss -Dolly \went off.

Everybody knows that dollies
can't swim well. If it hadn't been for Molly, Polly's dolly
would have drowned. Molly took a long branch and poked

away at Dolly till she drew her to land.
wet," cried Polly.
"Things generally do get wet in water,"
Polly hugged Dolly, and Molly hugged
carried her away from the water the ducks
"Quack-quack! Quack-quack! "

"My Dolly's all

said Molly.
Polly, and as she
all shouted:


A LITTLE Lass with golden hair,
A little lass with brown,
A little lass with raven lbcks,
Went tripping into town.
" I like the golden hair the best!"
And I prefer the brown!"
" And I the black! three sparrows said-
Three sparrows of the town.

"Too-whit! Too-whoo!" an old owl cried,
From the belfry in the town;
"Glad-hearted lassies need not mind
If locks be gold, black, brown!
Too-whit! Too-whoo! so fast, so fast
The sands of life run down;
And soon, so soon, three white-haired dames
Will totter through the town.
Gone then for aye the raven locks,
The golden hair, the brown;
And she will fairest be whose face
Has never worn a frown !"

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" GOOD morning young gentlemen !"
Moses and Boses heard a slight rustle in the grass,
but saw no live thing.
Good morning, I say!" said the same voice.
Moses stood up and raised his tail-for he had no hat-
but Boses was not so polite. In the grass, right before their
noses, was something; but Moses and Boses didn't know
what. A mouth and two eyes almost as large as their one,
four feet, and no tail!

"Good morning!" said Moses. Boses said nothing, but
made a move to arise.
Don't disturb yourselves," said the big mouth and eyes,
"you look very well where you are."
Moses and Boses were rather young pups, and did not
know what to say. Moses put out a paw; the big mouth
and eyes jumped back a little way. Boses crouched down,
resting his jaws on his paws, his nose getting nearer the new
acquaintance. IHe wagged his tail, saying, "I'm glad you've
come, for I should like to play with you."
The big mouth and eyes said, "Thank you, but I don't
play with dogs."
"That's queer," said Moses, "for dogs would enjoy play-
ing with you."
He proved his remark by playfully jumping about. The
big mouth and eyes turned around and jumped.
Moses looked up, Boses looked down, Moses sniffed,
Boses frowned.
What had become of the big mouth and eyes? They
looked at each other, and smelled of the grass. The big
mouth and eyes had really gone.
Later in life, these dogs learned that besides the big mouth
and eyes there were legs. They found that frogs' legs made
a fine dish in a dog's bill of fare.

JIMMIE liked to write letters if his sister helped him.
He knew what to say, but he couldn't manage a pen
very well. This is one of the letters which he wrote while
his sister held his hand.

My dear friend Frank:-In my last letter, I wrote you
that. I would use my gun on the Fourth of July; but my
mother has changed the programme. She thinks boys should
not use guns on that day. She says we get wild with excite-
ment. A gentleman visited us this winter that had his feet
blown off on the Fourth. I think this should be a warning

to boys. We wish to storm a company of boys dressed up
for the occasion, and march out and see the parade, and
when tired come home and rest ourselves, and prepare for
the evening fire works in front of our house. We shall
expect you. From your friend, Jimmie.



THERE was a hippopotamus
Once walking in the Zoo,
And there he met an elephant,
And said, "Sir, how do you do?"

The elephant he raised his trunk,
And lifted up one leg;
He shook his head and crossly said,
"Don't speak to me I beg."

Then grunted hippopotamus,
And with his little eyes
Looked at the cross old elephant
In anger and surprise.

"Here's fun, here's fun!" the monkeys said,
"These two are going to fight;"
They climbed the trees that they might have
Good places for the sight.

The camels shambled slowly up,
The polar bears came too;
And jumping in a hurry came
The oldest kangaroo.

Giraffe was in no hurry, for
His neck was nice and long,
And he could see above the heads
Of that much-varied throng.

The lion and the lioness
Lay still and didn't care;
The armadillo came to see
That everything was fair.

The tigers and the crocodiles,
Two wolves and one gray fox
Came altogether,
--- pleased to think
That they should
see some

The elephant then
made a bow
To hippopota-
He said, I really
think these
Have come to
look at us;

"I'm sorry, sir,
that I was rude,
And I apologise,
I have neuralgia
in my trunk,
Which makes
my temper

Then off they
sauntered arm
--' --- i in arm,
As friendly as
could be,-
The beasts were disappointed since
'There was no fight to see.



AS there are idle little people in America-boys and girls
who don't like lessons, and would choose, if they might,
never to learn anything-so there are in all other countries,
and Hans Stein is on the list.
Day by day his mother leaves off work and calls him to
say his lesson before he goes to school, and day by day the
words seem to go out of Hans Stein's head (if, indeed, they
were ever in it), and he sheds tears and complains, and
wishes he had lived in those dark old times that he has
heard of, when reading and writing were not taught to little
peasant boys like him.
Over night, Hans was told to get his lessons ready, and
he sat down book in hand, it is true. But part of the time
he held it upside down; and part of the time he read over
the words with his thoughts so far away, that he almost for-
got he was sitting in his mother's kitchen.
It was the same with his writing exercise: he took so
little pains with it that the result was a shameful display of
scrawls and blots.
Now morning has come, and the little boy is washed and
dressed. His mother has called him to her that she may
make sure that his task is well learnt, but he has stammered
and stopped, and given wrong answers, and at last declared
that it is "too hard" for him.
Hans will not have a pleasant time of it at school, we
may be sure, for though now and then an unlearnt lesson
may be overlooked, teachers soon find out who are the idle
heedless scholars that fail for want of trying.



I'I LITTLE Jack Frost, and
Cruel Snap,
Slept in the frozen
N north,
Till Father Boreas cried,
SAnd bade them both
I if.go forth.

Jack Frost kept watch for
the school boys,
True, and merry, and
While Snap to the Slug-
gard's bedside flew,
And pinched him blue '
and white.


All day they shook the
snow about,
And tossed the blind-
ing hail;
At night they froze the
babies' milk,
And skated on the pail.

Whatever land tl
Whether by nig
They turned the
into ice,
And scared the



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Whenever they
work left off
Upon the road t(
Old Father Boreas
And whirled
right away.


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; came


When Lazybones pulled
his scanty quilts,
To cover up his nose,
Jack Frost and saucy little.
Perched on his poor
bare toes!

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They peeped in the sick
man's window,
And the frightened
fever fled;
The sick man lifted his
long lean hands,
And raised himself in
d t ibed.

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By the red-hot stove, in a j -
country school, "
They sat them down
for a nap-
And that was the end of _
little Jack Frost,
And his brother, Cruel


S "CHILDREN," said busy
.:2 ..', s/, Mrs. Morton to her two
boys, who were idly hanging
.."- about the farm-house door,
,_. _..1, -7 L teasing their little sister and
quarreling one with the other,
'Why do you stay at home
-- *' _: on such a lovely summer day?
i 1v Can't you go to the wood,
""- f" ..j. and take little Emma with
Syou ?-the poor child scarce-
.; .'.'.' ly ever gets a good walk.
'^..-;-" t; .Run now, like good boys, and
see if you can find some water-cresses down by the stream.
Your father will like them with his tea.'
'All right!' cried Walter, the elder of the two, 'and
mother, perhaps we may find a mushroom or two; you
would like that, wouldn't you?'
'Yes, that I would,' replied his mother, 'but this is not
quite the season for mushrooms, they come on in August or
September; but run off now, and take care of little Emma.'
And away the boys went, each holding a hand of their little
Sister, whom they really loved very much.
Very beautiful indeed was the wood at all seasons of the
year, but especially so in the leafy month of June, when
happy little birds were singing all around them, and flowers
bloomed on every side.
'I say, look here,' cried Willie, the younger boy, 'let us

never mind the water-cresses. I don't believe father cares
for them one bit. Come and let us pick great bunches of
flowers, and take them home to mother; she likes a bouquet.'
'Yes,' cried little Emma, 'and I'll gather daisies, and make
a necklace for my doll;' and so saying, the little girl sank
down on -her knees among the sweet blossoms.
But Walter did not seem so ready to pick wild flowers as
his brother and sister were; he was gazing overhead, where
a couple of little birds were amusing themselves by chasing


each other among the green leaves. 'I say,' he whispered
to Willie, 'keep as quiet as you can. I'm sure these birds
have their nest near here: I wish we could find it.'
Alas, for the pretty little birds! they had no idea that
they were being so closely watched; therefore, as soon as
they were weary of their play, they both flew into a lilac-
bush, where their mossy little home had been snugly laid,
and which at this moment contained three hungry little ones,
all eager to be fed.

'Ah, ha!' cried Walter, who had been watching all the
time. I have you now, I think;' and thrusting his arm into
the thickest part of the lilac-bush, he dragged out the nest,
with all the little birds in it.
Meantime, from overhead was heard the pitiful wailing of
the parent birds, and I do not know any sadder sound than
the cries of these little creatures, when deprived of their
Little Emma felt her heart moved to pity, 'Oh, put them
back, put them back!' sh'e cried; 'the mother bird loves
them, just as mother loves us; oh, do put them back.'
Walter and Willie were not unkind boys; they also hated
to hear the mournful cries overhead, so after a little consul-
tation together, they returned the nest to its place, and settled
it all as comfortably as they could. Very soon they had
the satisfaction of seeing the mother bird spread her pretty
wings over her babies, while
her partner flew away to find -'
some food for his darlings.
Oh, how happy the child-
ren felt, and how pleased was
their mother when they told
her the whole story! 'I'm so ,,,. ,
glad, dear children,' she said,
'that you are not cruel.
'Never forget that God loves /
the little birds, and it pleases -- /
Him when children are kind
to His creatures, however
small and humble they may be.'



BEFORE the big
mirror stands
Freddy, vain elf,
Complacently gaz-
ing therein at
A peacock's bright
feather he holds,
as is meet,
For the peacock's
chief failing, you
know, is conceit.

lie says to himself,
"Adorned with
this feather,
I think I am pretty,
indeed I do,
rather :
I am sure that to
all it must be
very plain
I've the best of
good reasons for
feeling quite

Now is he not
silly? To hope
.let us try
That more sense
in his noddle
he'll get by
and by;
For no matter how
fine to appear
they -endeavor,
Coxcombs the
object of laugh-
ter are ever.



A GRAND OLD farmhouse it was, with great barns and
a stackyard at the side, and all round nothing but fields
and woods. A splendid place to spend vacation in. The
rooms were wide, with great beams in the ceilings, which
were low. There were not many of these rooms either, and
Ella and Mattie and Trot found with joy they were to sleep
together. There was a great old wardrobe in the room
which Mrs. Marks, the farmer's wife, called a press. The
three were almost too tired after their long journey to pay
much heed to anything and were soon fast asleep.
SHark! what's that?"
It was Mattie, and she started up as she spoke, and that
waked Ella and Trot.
"What's the matter?" said Ella, sleepily.
"Such a funny noise," whispered Mattie; "just listen."
They sat up and listened. The moon was shining brightly,
and some of its light sifted through the window curtains.
At first all was quiet, but then the noise began again. A
scuffling, scratching, growling sort of noise, but all muffled
and smothered sounding.
It's in the big cupboard, the press," saidt Ella.
Pwaps it's a wobber," faltered Trot, who was frightened.
" Oh, let us run to Mother."
No, no," said Ella, who was the eldest. Don't wake
Mother; she was so tired. It can't be a robber, because
when Mrs. Marks opened the press to get the towels I saw
it was all shelves full of things. The very smallest robber
could not get in. I expect it's only a mouse."
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"It must be a enormouss big mousee" said Mattie, "to make
that noise. Perhaps he's grown into a rat!"
" Oh!" cried Trot, "if he's a rat he'll bite our toes. Oh,
I can feel him, oh!"
SNonsense," said Ella, "that's my foot hitting yours?"
"It might-be-a'bogie!" Mattie trembled as she spoke,
" Don't you 'member how old Nurse said there was a bogie
where she was as a child, and it lived in a dark hole under
the stairs ?"
Yes," answered Ella, but she never saw it, and mother
says there aren't such things now.
"But in an old house like this," persisted Mattie, "it might
have lived on-a very old bogie. Oh! just listen now."
I think I can guess what it is," said Ella in a moment.
" I'm going to get up and see."
Then the brave little girl rose from the bed and drew
aside the window curtains, letting in a flood of moonlight.
Just then there was a great scuffle, and then a cry, distinct
but muffled,-" Me-a-ow!"
It's the cat, as I thought," cried Ella, running to the
press, where fortunately the.key remained. She opened the
door, and out tumbled a little kitten, that had crept unnoticed
inside and gone to sleep, and had now waked up in a fright.
Kitty! Kitty! cried the delighted children. Kitty,
come to bed with us."
Kitty pranced about a bit at first, but presently accepted
the invitation; and when Mother came in the morning, she
found four sleeping faces in the bed instead of three, and
the fourth was a little round, gray, furry face, nestled close
against Trot's rosy cheek.


N a corner, snug and warm,
Pussy dozing lay,
4 While out of sight within the wall
Were two young mice at play.
It's very silly I'm sure," said one,
"To stay here in the dark,
While if outside we could but roam
We might have many a lark.
SPuss would catch us, mother said,
With her big cruel claws;
But I feel sure she's a gentle cat -
F i Just see her velvet paws !
r "Oh no don't go," his sister said,
S For mother's always right;
We promised not to leave this hole
-- Till she came home to-night."
SPoor little coward," the other replied,
If you're afraid stay here :
The place is big; I can run about
And Pussy not go near."

So out of the crack the mousie crept,
But his sister stayed in the .wall;
And the end of that mouse you'll have
to guess,
As he never came back at all.
For in Pussy's pretty velvet paws
Were claws most cruel to mice ;
And so bright were her eyes, and sharp
her teeth,
Poor mousie went in a trice.

Oh! listen, children, ever with care
To those more wise than you;
And whatsoever by them you're told,
Be always sure to do.



LIKE rubies they are shining
Amid the grasses green,
And where the wheat is golden
They gleam like stars between;
The cornflowers close are creeping
With dew-wet, sweet blue eyes,
And marguerites around them
Look upward to the skies.

Across the fields, my darlings
How joyfully ye run
To cull the crimson garlands
Beneath the gladsome sun.
Ye crown your heads with poppies
Aflame with radiant light,
Ye homeward bear a harvest
Of blossoms burning- bright.

Within your little fingers
Soon, soon the bloom will die;
The brightest things, dear children,
Must wither by and by;
The cornflowers and the poppies
That smile neathh summer ray
Shall grow at last so weary,
And sleep beside the way.

But Hle Who made the flow'rets,
The beauty and the light,
He slumbers not nor wearies
By. morn or noon or night;
His kindness never fadeth;
His goodness never wanes,
Through every changing season
His love unchanged remains.


THE larger of the two birds in the picture opposite is the
heron, a bird that has its home on marshy river and
lake shores, and in swampy grounds. Its habits make the
title of Patient Fisher" a very fitting one.
Calm and silent it stands all alone in the shallow water.
You may go away and come back in half an hour and there
it is still; it has not moved, save perhaps to shift from one
foot to the other (for it is fond of resting on one leg, drawing
up the other so that you cannot see it), or for a change to
stand on both together.
It can neither dive nor swim, so it just waits till some
unlucky fish comes within reach, and then-you thought
the heron was dreaming, did you?-not a bit of it-the prey
is down that roomy throat in an instant, after which the heron
resumes its former attitude, and looks as innocent as if noth-
ing had happened.
The smaller bird in the picture is the kingfisher. His
method of fishing differs from the heron's, his usual custom
being to sit on a branch or rock overhanging the stream,
from which he watches everything that goes on in the water
below. When he sees a fish within reach, down he goes like
a shot, entering the water so smoothly that scarcely a bubble
remains to tell of his dive. The next moment he rises, bear-
ing his prey in his mouth, and returns to his resting-place.
Here he swallows his captive head first, or, if there be young
ones at home, he may carry it away to them.
Although the kingfisher is not a large bird, his brilliant
blue and green plumage makes him very noticeable.


MRS. BROWN'S family consisted of four cats. They
were not baby cats, nor mamma cats, but cats just old
enough to know a thing or two. They were interested in
everything that was brought into or taken out of the house.
They knew all Mrs. B's friends and helped entertain them.
In fact they had more privileges than daughters of a house
usually hold.
Mrs. B's birthday had come, and with it a gift. Now these
cats had seen Mrs. B. receive the package, and wished very
much to know what was in it. They seated themselves to
watch the opening. They were somewhat surprised at Mrs.
B's exclamations of pleasure when she brought the gift to
light, for it was nothing to eat, nor to drink, nor to wear.
With the package came a bottle. Now these cats knew
bottles, for they had seen men and babies use them. Mrs.
B. ran to the table at once and seemed to be giving this
object a drink from the bottle. Tom thought that queer, not
believing it was alive. For how could anything live wrap-
ped around and around with so many coverings.
Tabby thought babies were wrapped up every bit as
closely and this might be one. Mrs. B. ran for a match,
scratched it, and while it was all on fire held it to theobject.
That decided Tom in his opinion that it wasn't a baby, as
he had heard mothers say that babies must not play with
matches. Tim suggested cigars, but there was no odor of
Mrs. B. brought a pitcher of water and that object drained
it. What a big stomach it must have," thought Tiny.

Presently there was a sound. Tom wasn't surprised, for he
knew nobody could take all that water, and the contents of a
bottle, and not feel ill. But that sound was too cheerful to
mean pain. Each asked, "What is it?"
Tabby, Tom, Tiny, and Tim thought and thought, and
listened and listened, and purred and purred.
Then all settled themselves on the table except Tiny who
didn't wish to be too near. Suddenly something began
coming out of that object. They wished for a moment they
were on the floor but they tried to look brave.
"That looks like something I saw coming out of people's
mouths last winter when they walked out on very cold days,"
said Tom.
That looks like what comes when a man smokes," said
I saw a lot of that when Maggie dumped the boiling
clothes into a tub," said Tim.
I guess that's a cloud and it's going up td the sky," said Tiny.
"If that is so," said Tom, "then that thing must be a
machine for making clouds."
"Perhaps it is a new kind of stove, for it is making me
warm," said Tim.
Tabby said, It isn't a baby, 'cause it has more than
two feet."
Tom said, It may be a new pet of Mrs. B's, but it can't
play with us, for it has neither fur nor tail."
Mrs. B. saw their curious looks, and said, So you think
it is fine, too, do you ?"
But she never told them that it was merely a five o'clock
tea kettle.



AT breakfast and at dinner time,
Upon the lawn I throw the crumbs,
Each little birdie knows where he
Shall find the food for which he comes.

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And when they've swallowed ev'ry mite
That there upon the ground may lie,
They say Good morning, thank you,
And then away, away they fly.

We ought to feed the little birds--
God made them every one you know,
And worms they cannot get when all
The ground is hard with frost and

SWe should not like to see them die
For want of food while we are fed,
The pretty songsters we will love,
And give them too their "daily bread."



GRANDPA was reading intently. Ethel was quietly
making a ladder. A three-legged stool on an old chair
helped her to reach Grandpa's head. She tickled his ear.
He tried to brush the fly away. Booh !" said the maiden.
Grandpa started. It was not a fly at all. It was his pet.
He took off his glasses and put out his arms. She gave
him a kiss and slid into his lap.
Please tell me a story about when you was a little boy.
I'se tired of playing." said Ethel.
"Once, when I was a little boy," began Grandpa, my
father had a fine fat pig. One night, when Father was away
from home, there was a noise in the pig-pen. Grunt! grunt!
Squeal! squeal! My mother took the gun and rushed out
to the pen, and there she saw a bear. He was so near the
pig she didn't dare to shoot. She might have killed the pig
instead of the bear. She pushed the gun through the bars
and poked the bear. He like a coward ran away. In the
morning half of that fine pig was gone, for in the night the
bear had called again.
"The next night a trap was set for the naughty bear. The
rest of the pig was put in a trap to tempt him. The bear
came again. He wished another supper of pig. He found
the pig. And he found something else that he didn't enjoy
so much. He wished very much to leave, but the trap held
him fast. There he was in the morning! Father lost his
pig but he found a bear."
Please tell me another story." urged Ethel.
Not now, child, run away while Grandpa reads."


" pLEASE, Mamma, tell me a story."
Oh I can't, my dear."
Please read me a story then," urged Jennie. She went
to the table for a book she knew and handed it to her
Her Mamma took the book and asked, "What shall I
read to my little girl?"
I'd like to hear about the little hen."
As she said this she leaned against her mamma to listen.
Her mamma put her arm around Jennie and began:- *
Mrs. Hope kept a few chickens. Her little daughter
Emma liked them all, and used to watch them eat, and run,
and fight. But she wished one all for her very own. So
her mamma gave her a bantam hen.
"Emma grew very fond of this little hen, and the little
hen grew very tame. Emma coaxed her away from the
other fowls by giving her feed. The little girl and the little
hen seemed to have good times together.
Perhaps Emma fed the little hen too much, or it ate
something poisonous, at any rate it fell ill. It put its head
under its wing and would not move. Mrs. Hope took it
into the house to doctor it. Emma sat near it, feeling very
sad. The poor little hen was very ill. Emma watched it,
and sometimes spoke to it, but the bantam never opened its
eyes nor stirred a feather. It was so very still that Emma
thought it must be taking a nap. And so it was, taking a
very long one. For when Mrs. Hope came to give it
another dose of medicine, she found the little hen quite dead.

Emma took her pet in her arms, and hugged it, and
cried as though her heart must break. Then she took it out
doors and held it in her arms a long time, carrying it with
her wherever she went. She wanted to keep it always, and
wondered where she could put it. By and by she went
quietly up stairs into her room and into her closet. There
in one corner on the floor she put a shawl, and on the shawl
she gently laid her little friend. Then she covered it up so
no one could see it.
Every little while, Emma would go to the closet to see if
the little hen was all right. She went the last thing at night,
and the first thing in the morning. One day Mrs. Hope, in
searching for the cause of a bad odor, found the bantam
carefully wrapped up on the closet floor. She felt very sorry
for Emma, but she had to tell her that the little hen must be
put away where she could not see it.
Poor Emma cried very hard when she heard this, for
she could not bear to give it up. Mrs. Hope took the little
hen away, promising to have proper care taken ,of it; and
Emma let it go, knowing that her mother knew best. She
missed the little hen very much. When she went into the
yard it wasn't there. When she went to her room it wasn't
there. She never forgot this feathered friend, although she
was soon very busy looking after other pets.-
"And that is the end of that story," said Jennie's Mamma.
" Now run away my dear, for we have no fairies to mend
the stockings."
Jennie went away, wishing very much that she too had a
len. Still," she said to herself, "a dolly is better, for a
dolly don't die."


"W ELL did you ever?" said Snap to Pinch. "Just see
where old Redhackles and his wife are cooped up.
Let's have some fun with him ?"
"I don't know," said Pinch, who was rather more cautious
than Snap; "he's a dangerous old chap when he gets mad."
Pooh !" said Snap, I'm not afraid of him, and at any
rate he can't do much the way he's fixed now. I'm going to
pull out some of his tail feathers. I believe the conceited old
fool is particularly vain of them."
With this he made a grab at poor Redhackles' fine curved
plumes. Great was the uproar! Redhackles and Mrs.
Redhackles both squawked at the top of their voices, and
beat the sides of the coop wildly with their wings, Snap
held on to the feathers with all his might, and Pinch danced


round madly and barked. Finally the coop was overturned,
and its occupants seized the chance to escape through the
open end, Redhackles freeing himself by a violent effort,
but leaving the choicest of his tail ornaments between
Snap's teeth.
Snap dropped the feathers, and he and Pinch started in
pursuit of the unfortunate birds. But Redhackles could now

meet them on terms nearer equal, so he turned and gave battle,
for the old fellow had real fighting-cock blood in him.
He quickly made the two dogs aware that his spurs'were
weapons not to be despised; and by the time each of them
had got several sharp digs, they were ready to retire from the
fight and go to nursing their wounds. They were a sorry-
looking pair, and it was a long time before they felt- like
indulging in any more such mischievous sport.


" MAMMA, don't you wish there were fairies?"
Why, my child?"
"Tause maybe they'd bring me a Trismas tree."
Gracie's longings for a tree made Mrs. Grath's heart sad-
sad because she was too poor to make a Merry Christmas"
for her children. The question was, how to spend the small
sum she had earned to get enough to eat and a tree too.
She started out after dark. She bought a little milk and
meal, a few potatoes, and some crackers made in animal
shapes. She couldn't afford butter, but she still had some
molasses for the bread. Such was to be the Christmas dinner.
She had a little money left. She made Gracie's heart go
flippity-flop by walking toward the Christmas trees. She
asked the prices, and counted her money. She hadn't enough
for even a very little tree.
The man peered into her disappointed face, and his heart
softened. He gave her a tree for the money she had, and
she carried it home, Gracie fairly jumping along at her side.
A tree without trinkets wasn't festive! What could she
do? Out of old papers she cut dolls, a string of little girls
holding hands, and one of little boys. She made a paper
soldier cap, a little boat, some chains, and some fringe. Out
of a potato she made a pig with matches for his legs. All
these, with the animal crackers, she tied upon the tree.
Gracie danced, the baby crowed, and the mother smiled.
After all, the children had a merry Christmas, and the mother
was happy because they were. Would such simple toys and
so few make you happy ?

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