Front Cover
 Title Page
 Table of Contents
 List of Illustrations
 Half Title
 An introduction to Polly Rosebery,...
 Robbie and the strawberries - The...
 The children at church; they do...
 Polly's adventure with a little...
 "Good Old Dannie," the children's...
 Milking "Creampot" - The lost...
 The children making "nut-no-bo...
 Uncle Laurence and his faithful...
 The old black man wants to put...
 The children's parents return from...
 Old Puff, the big hop toad, gets...
 Polly makes marigolds for the birthday...
 Polly's birthday gifts
 A delightful time at the party
 Toys all put in order next day...
 A story about grandmamma being...
 A drive for wild flowers - Glencoe...
 Polly's fright at a stray pussy...
 The Roseberys and Hilbraces go...
 Eagle Pass and the haunted house...
 A fishing party - Polly catches...
 Polly gets lost
 What her parents did when they...
 Polly takes a good sleep, then...
 First swimming lesson
 Pretty presents made to Sophia...
 Polly's trip to the great city
 On their way back to the mount...
 A visit to the new cottage to see...
 Christmas morning at Sweetbrie...
 Back Cover

Group Title: Polly's lion : a California story, for children
Title: Polly's lion
Full Citation
Permanent Link: http://ufdc.ufl.edu/UF00082760/00001
 Material Information
Title: Polly's lion a California story for children
Physical Description: 174 p., 6 leaves of plates : ill. (some col.), port. ; 22 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Carnahan, Louise
Carnahan, Louise ( Publisher )
Publisher: Louise Carnahan
Place of Publication: San Francisco Cal
Publication Date: 1894
Subject: Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Brothers and sisters -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Aunts -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Family -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Outdoor life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Missing children -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Puma -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Juvenile fiction -- California   ( lcsh )
Juvenile fiction -- Yosemite Valley (Calif.)   ( lcsh )
Juvenile fiction -- Fresno (Calif.)   ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1894
Genre: novel   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: United States -- California -- San Francisco
Statement of Responsibility: by Louise Carnahan.
General Note: Half-title.
General Note: Includes dedication, preface, table of contents, list of illustrations.
General Note: Frontispiece, plates have guardsheets; wood engravings: text illustrations; 4 photographic portraits.
General Note: Baldwin Library copy lacks frontispiece.
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Bibliographic ID: UF00082760
Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of Florida
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Resource Identifier: aleph - 002223416
notis - ALG3665
oclc - 30951642

Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
    Title Page
        Page 1
        Page 2
        Page 3
        Page 4
        Page 5
        Page 6
    Table of Contents
        Page 7
        Page 8
        Page 9
        Page 10
    List of Illustrations
        Page 11
        Page 12
    Half Title
        Page 13
        Page 14
    An introduction to Polly Rosebery, the heroine of the story
        Page 15
        Page 16
        Page 17
    Robbie and the strawberries - The first day without their parents
        Page 18
        Page 19
        Page 20
    The children at church; they do not behave prettily
        Page 21
        Page 22
        Page 23
        Page 24
    Polly's adventure with a little dog on the streets
        Page 25
        Page 26
        Page 27
        Page 28
    "Good Old Dannie," the children's favorite hymn
        Page 29
        Page 30
        Page 31
    Milking "Creampot" - The lost "cossepot"
        Page 32
        Page 33
        Page 34
    The children making "nut-no-boys"
        Page 35
        Page 36
    Uncle Laurence and his faithful dog Tim
        Page 37
        Page 38
        Page 39
        Page 40
        Page 41
    The old black man wants to put the children in his cart and take them off
        Page 42
        Page 43
        Page 44
        Page 44a
        Page 45
    The children's parents return from San Francisco
        Page 46
        Page 47
        Page 48
    Old Puff, the big hop toad, gets a ride in Robbie's express wagon
        Page 49
        Page 50
        Page 51
        Page 52
    Polly makes marigolds for the birthday party
        Page 53
        Page 54
        Page 55
    Polly's birthday gifts
        Page 56
        Page 57
    A delightful time at the party
        Page 58
        Page 59
        Page 60
        Page 61
        Page 62
    Toys all put in order next day - "Mr. Wosebewy" out of temper
        Page 63
        Page 64
        Page 65
        Page 66
    A story about grandmamma being stolen by the Indians
        Page 67
        Page 68
        Page 69
    A drive for wild flowers - Glencoe gets bogged
        Page 70
        Page 70a
        Page 71
        Page 72
        Page 73
    Polly's fright at a stray pussy - Children start for the show - A picnic on the banks of the San Joaquin River
        Page 74
        Page 75
        Page 76
        Page 77
        Page 78
        Page 78a
        Page 79
        Page 80
        Page 81
        Page 82
        Page 83
        Page 84
        Page 85
        Page 86
        Page 87
        Page 88
        Page 89
    The Roseberys and Hilbraces go to the mountains
        Page 90
        Page 91
        Page 92
        Page 93
        Page 94
    Eagle Pass and the haunted house - Safe arrival at Sylvan Hall
        Page 95
        Page 96
        Page 97
        Page 98
        Page 99
        Page 100
    A fishing party - Polly catches the first fish
        Page 101
        Page 102
        Page 103
        Page 104
        Page 105
    Polly gets lost
        Page 106
        Page 107
        Page 108
        Page 109
        Page 110
        Page 111
        Page 112
        Page 113
        Page 114
        Page 115
        Page 116
        Page 117
        Page 118
        Page 119
        Page 120
        Page 121
        Page 122
        Page 123
    What her parents did when they missed her
        Page 124
        Page 125
        Page 126
        Page 127
    Polly takes a good sleep, then tells her mamma all about her distress in the mountains
        Page 128
        Page 129
        Page 130
        Page 131
    First swimming lesson
        Page 132
        Page 133
        Page 134
        Page 135
        Page 136
        Page 137
        Page 138
        Page 139
    Pretty presents made to Sophia and Guy - The wedding and their drive to the new cottage to live
        Page 140
        Page 141
        Page 142
        Page 143
        Page 144
        Page 145
    Polly's trip to the great city
        Page 146
        Page 147
        Page 148
        Page 149
        Page 150
        Page 151
        Page 152
        Page 153
        Page 154
        Page 154a
        Page 155
        Page 156
        Page 157
        Page 158
    On their way back to the mountains
        Page 159
        Page 160
        Page 161
        Page 162
        Page 163
        Page 164
    A visit to the new cottage to see Sophia - Robbie's sweetheart
        Page 165
        Page 166
        Page 167
        Page 168
        Page 168a
        Page 169
        Page 170
        Page 171
    Christmas morning at Sweetbrier
        Page 172
        Page 173
        Page 174
    Back Cover
        Back Cover 1
        Back Cover 2
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Copyrighted 1894 by Louise Carnahan.

To the memory of my beloved parents,
James and Caroline Carnahan.


DEAR CHILDREN: When I was your age and opened a new story-
book, I did so much wish that the writer would first tell me if the heroine
was a real person, her name, where she lived, and just enough about the
story so that I could understand the beginning.
I can assure you that Polly is a real child, is pretty, lovable, and
intelligent for her years.
She is a native daughter of the Golden State (California). She came
to us one bright morning in April, when the plains of the San Joaquin
Valley were covered with beautiful wild flowers, and the meadow larks
and orioles sang for joy all day long.
You may be sure that she received a glad welcome when she arrived,
and a downy little bed, almost hid in white lace, was ready for her.
When she was six weeks old, a clergyman came down from San
Francisco to baptize her, and she was named Mary Lorrain, but her
mamma one day, just in fun, called her Polly, and she is still called by
this pet name. She is fond of it herself, and when I say Mary, she will
answer, "Auntie, please call me Polly; I think it so very pretty." Her
household is composed of her dear self, father, mother, and brother Rob-
bie J., younger than herself, and her Auntie Lorrain, who is her god-
Her home is called Sweetbrier," from this delicious rose climbing
over the building.
I am quite sure you wish to ask me something about Polly's lion.
If you will step with me into the library, I will show you his majesty.
An odd place for a wild beast, is it not? Well, you can take a good look
at him; he has not moved for some time.


This pretty retreat, in among palms and potted plants, was made for
him. He is a large-sized California lion, with big head, monstrous teeth,
which you can see, as his mouth is wide open, and powerful paws, with
hook-like nails.
When our little Polly first saw and heard him, he was in the moun-
tains, savage and hungry, roaming about for his prey.
Let me put Polly Rosebery's hand in yours. Please excuse tears,
and give her your sympathy.


CHAPTER I. An introduction to Polly Rosebery, the heroine of the
story ....... . . .... .15
CHAPTER II. Robbie and the strawberries. The first day without their
parents .. .. . . . .. S
CHAPTER III. The children at church; they do not behave prettily 21
CHAPTER IV. Polly's adventure with a little dog on the streets 25
CHAPTER V. "Good Old Dannie," the children's favorite hymn. 29
CHAPTER VI. Milking "'Creampot." The lost "cossepot." 32
CHAPTER VII. The children making "nut-no-boys.". ...... .35
CHAPTER VIII. Uncle Laurence and his faithful dog Tim. .... .37
CHAPTER IX. The old black man wants to put the children in his cart
and take them off ............. .. 42
CHAPTER X. The children's parents return from San Francisco 46
CHAPTER XI. Old Puff, the big hop toad, gets a ride in Robbie's
express wagon. ..... .. .. .............. 49
CHAPTER XII. Polly makes marigolds for the birthday party 53
CHAPTER XIII. Polly's birthday gifts ..... . .. 56
CHAPTER XIV. A delightful time at the party ....... 58
CHAPTER XV. Toys all put in order next day. "Mr. Wosebewy" out
of temper ..... . . . 63
CHAPTER XVI. A story about grandmamma being stolen by the
Indians .. .. .. .. .. .... ... .. ..67

I vii)


CHAPTER XVII. A drive for wildflowers. Glencoe gets bogged 70
CHAPTER XVIII. Polly's fright at a stray pussy. Children start for the
show. A picnic on the banks of the San Joaquin River. ... 74
CHAPTER XIX. The Roseberys and Hilbraces go to the mountains. 90
CHAPTER XX. Eagle Pass and the haunted house. Safe arrival at
Sylvan Hall .............. .. ... .. 95
CHAPTER XXI. A fishing party. Polly catches the first fish. .. o10
CHAPTER XXII. Polly gets lost. Echo follows her. He returns to the
hotel for her supper. Eugene starts with him but loses his way. A
lion ready to devour her. Eugene shoots him and takes Polly back
to the hotel. Safe arrival. Rejoicing over the lost found. .. Io6
CHAPTER XXIII. What her parents did when they missed her .124
CHAPTER XXIV. Polly takes a good sleep, then tells her mamma all
about her distress in the mountains. Mamma tells Polly of Robbie's
search for her. The dead lion brought to the hotel. Wing Lee's
wrath at sight of him .. .. .... .. .128
CHAPTER XXV. First swimming lesson. Polly's hapless plunge. The
mysterious order for a flag. A ride to the haunted house. The flag
unfurled where the white signal used to be. The property given to
Polly by her father. Polly gives the order for her pretty cottage.
Sophia and Guy Birch to be married. ... ... 132
CHAPTER XXVI. Pretty presents made to Sophia and Guy. The
wedding and their drive to the new cottage to live. ...... 140
CHAPTER XXVII. Polly's trip to the great city. Her cottage seen from
Eagle Pass. In the city. Visit to the Orphanage. Irene Russell.
Polly's thank offering. Her ride to Golden Gate Park with Eugene.
His ponies, Romeo and Juliet. She attends church. She is charmed
by the sweet singing of the choir boys, Eugene one of them. 146


CHAPTER XXVIII. On their way back to the mountains. They meet
stage robbers, who take their valuables. Polly's ring in danger. An
old lady tells the robbers what she thinks of them. Arrival at Sylvan
Hall .. ... ... ..... .... ....... .159
CHAPTER XXIX. A visit to the new cottage to see Sophia. Robbie's
sweetheart.. .. ... .......... . .165
CHAPTER XXX. Christmas morning at Sweetbrier. Christmas tree.
Polly's gifts, the lion one of them. Polly remembers Sophia and Guy.
Irene Russell received gifts from Polly and her mamma. .. .. 172


Polly Rosebery, -
"I'll just make it too dark for you to read,"
California Poppies, -
Robbie Rosebery, -
Ride through the Big Tree
Sylvan Hall, -
Eagle Pass, -
Eugene Hilbrace, -
Clarence Washington, -

pp. 44
pp. 70
opp. 78

- 98
opp. 154
pp. 168



EARS fell from Polly's lovely blue-gray eyes, and rolled
down her round.cheeks.
These tears told of the struggle that had been in the
little heart when she kissed her parents good-by, and saw them
drive off to the depot to take the train for San Francisco.
Polly loved her papa and mamma very dearly, and it was
a real distress to be separated from them. But this was not
all. She well remembered the jolly time she had last Christ-
mas while in the big city, with her father and mother.
She was now thinking of the show windows filled with
wonderful toys, and of her little plush purse full of money to
buy presents for Auntie Lorrain and Robbie at home, and of
having her choice of a fine new doll with flaxen curls and big
blue eyes.
Her auntie now tried to console her, taking her in her
arms and rocking her to and fro as she had so often done when
Polly was a sweet rosebud of a baby.
Leaning her head on her auntie's shoulder, she sobbed
out: "Dear Auntie, I did so want to go to the city with my
papa and mamma, so very much! I wanted to ride in the cars
and go to the Palace Hotel, and order my own dinner, like I
did that other time."
( 15)


Here she broke down and bemoaned herself, saying,
"Poor darnie, poor darnie" (meaning darling).
This was too much for her three-year-old brother. He
had silently watched her, and her grief touched him deeply.
He sprang to her, hugged her to his breast, and said, in a
caressing voice, "Don't cwy, Polly; I'll give you mine Com-
modore," his best-loved doll.
Then, covering her pretty brown head with kisses, he drew
himself up and said:-
"'Now if you don't cwy anymo', I-when I'm a big lawge
man 'ike mine papa, I'll get Dally and 'e buckboard and take oo
to 'e city mine own sess."
If this manly promise did not comfort his sister, it at least
amused her, for she lifted her sorrowful little face and laughed
through her tears, saying, "Everybody would laugh at us."
She thought how funny it would be, just herself and brother
driving kittenish Dolly (the frisky gray, mare) along Kearny
Street. The little man gained his object, and that was to please
his Polly. He seemed to forget that he, too, was left.
Polly got down from auntie's lap, walked slowly to her
mamma's room, went in and shut the door. Auntie thought it
best to let her be alone for a while, as she well knew that Polly
would the sooner get over her grief.
An hour afterwards her auntie went to bring the little girl
out to breakfast, and where do you suppose she was found?
In mamma's bed, fast asleep. In her arms she tightly clasped
her mother's picture and her father's slippers. The picture was


one she kept with her playthings; it was well worn, and dim
with kisses from her rosy lips, but dear to her tender heart.
The slippers were her Christmas gift to her papa. She had
chosen them herself from among the prettiest ones in the store.
Her mother, who was with her, tried to interest her in other
designs, but these pleased her fancy best of all, as they had iron
gray horses' heads on them, and she plead for them, saying:
"Mamma, I think these are so propry [appropriate] 'cause I
love to ride on my papa's foot at night, when I put his slippers
on him. Oh, we do have such a jolly time, don't you member;
he throws me off just for fun, and sometimes I laugh so hard, I
can't get on any more that night!"
Auntie kissed Polly's pink cheek, and her big eyes opened
quickly, and she said, "Have they come back?"
"No, my deary," said auntie. "They left this morning, and
you have been fast asleep for some time."
They then went out to breakfast, where Robbie was waiting
for them. Polly was a sweet-tempered child, and soon looked
on the sunny side of everything.


T breakfast Robbie ate his mush and milk with relish,
but Polly did not taste hers for a while.
It was touching to see the many ways this baby
man tried to beguile his sister into eating. When he was
served to chicken and gravy, he looked across the table at Polly
and said, with a gleam of humor in his dark eyes:-
"Gwavy and shooken bones come to mine pate;
'Ittle boys eat, but littlee girls wait."
She smiled back at him, and, taking her spoon, began to
sip the milk from her bowl.
He made one more attempt. Taking a cream muffin, he
buttered it, and, selecting a choice bit of chicken from his own
plate, carried it around to her, and said:-
Now, Poll, eat 'is, and you'll feel goodie."
She thanked him, and, taking his face in her hands, kissed
him again and again, and then ate the tempting morsels. He
did see her smile, but without his own brave effort.
Chrissy, the cook, brought in a dish of luscious strawber-
ries, and set them on the sideboard before Robbie saw them.
He soon noticed their fresh odor, which filled the room. He
looked around, but, seeing nothing to account for it, he said:-
"I smell something goodie, on the end of mine tongue."
( 8)


Polly had seen the berries and was amused, but was too
wise to'speak of them, seeing that her auntie did not wish Rob-
bie to know.
But he soor spied them, and, stepping down, said:-
"I'll just see if they are cool and sweet and juicy."
After this discovery auntie had to give him a dish of them,
and Polly, too.
This was a long, trying day for the children. They had
risen early to see their parents off, and then, too, the first day of
separation always seems so unending.
Their auntie asked them if they would like to go with her
to church, and they just shouted with delight.
Polly had often been to church, and had always behaved
so like a lady that her auntie did not fear to take her, but Rob-
bie had never been trusted-in this way, except once when he
was baptized, and then he was too small to be very naughty.
He promised faithfully that he would be a "gentleman,"
so, as the service on week days is always brief, his auntie trusted
She did not change their dresses, but brushed their hair and
gave them their hats.
As they were about to start, Robbie begged for his boots,
and by way of inducement added, "If you will put on mine
Nzp and Tuck (the names of his red-topped boots), I'll sit 'ike
And he put his knees close together and a hand on his
mouth to show how quiet he would be.


His auntie told him she did not wish him to be uncomfort-
able, and he need not keep his hand on his mouth. He nodded
his head and looked so very happy when his auntie brought his
boots. As she drew them on him, she found a hole he had
made in the knee of his stocking, into which he had put his
knife and pocketbook. He plead to take them along, but his
auntie promised to put a pocket in his kilt as soon as they
returned from church.
"And will you put some pockets in all mine coats? See,
I 'dot' to tie mine hankey to mine curl." And sure enough he
had his handkerchief fastened to one of his long curls.
His auntie calling Polly, who was before the looking-glass
viewing her saucy self, they started out for their walk. Polly
gave a merry laugh, and said, "0 auntie, please look at Robbie;
see what he has done!"
Auntie untied the little knot, folded the handkerchief, and
straightened out the pretty curl, while Robbie winced and
squirmed with pain, saying, "P'ease cut it oss; it hurt 'ike fire."



ON the way to church Robbie had a great deal to talk
about. When he passed the courthouse, he looked up
at the statues on the corners of the roof, and said:-
"Auntie, do those ladies get down and go to bed at night?
I fink 'ey get cold and afraid out all night."
Being told that they did not, he replied, "I 'spose 'ey stay
up to watch fo' 'e twain." The coming of the trains were of
great importance to Robbie.
Polly chattered about the meadow larks and the wild flow-
ers. After gathering a large bunch of wild bluebells and dai-
sies, she wanted Robbie to carry this bouquet for her to give to
"Lady Humbert," as she called her dearest grown-up lady
friend. But Bud did not want to be bothered with them, and
"No, Polly; I 'ike mine hands open," and he spread his
rosy palms to show her how he meant, and plodded along, not
at all satisfied with himself, as he had displeased his Polly.
When they got to the church door, Robbie took of his hat,
and made his bright little face look very solemn.
He was very quiet for a while, but then he got restless and
wanted to walk about the church to see things. His auntie
tried to hold him, but he slid down on the floor, and, stepping
( 21)


out into the aisle, started to go out; she again caught him, but
quick as thought he shouted, "Diddlty! diddlty!! dumpty!!!"
But before he got to the "plum tree" his auntie had carried him
out into the garden.
Polly followed, laughing heartily. They had left their par-
asols and Robbie's hat in the church, so they were obliged to
wait until service was over.
They went around to the side of the church and sat down
on a log in the shade.
No one spoke a word until after they were seated, then
Polly remarked:-
"Auntie Lorrain, Bud did not behave like a gentleman."
"No," said her auntie, "nor did you behave like a lady."
"Oh, I couldn't help it; Robbie did look so funny, as you
carried him out! His legs hung down so long, and that hole in
his stocking was right in sight, and it 'minded me of the song
my papa sings us,
'Hole in the stocking,
And the shoe kept a-rocking,
And we danced by the light of the moon."

Robbie now began to be sorry, and, pushing up close to his
auntie, he took her arm in both his hands, and, gently shaking
her, said:-
"Auntie, do you know you are re'y good to me? I so
sorry for being a naughty boy. Will oo 'cuse me and love me?"
She could not be vexed with him after that, but took him
in her arms and kissed his little flushed face.


After the congregation had left the church, they went in
to get their things, but did not escape without being seen, for
the rector and several ladies were standing at the gate, and
looked very much amused.
The minister said to Robbie, as they passed:-
"And so you wanted to hear yourself in church, Master
Robbie," at which the little culprit looked decidedly embar-
As they walked home, Polly said, "Auntie, don't you think
that Mr. Singleton thinks we are very naughty children ?"
"I fear he thinks that of you this morning," said auntie,
"and I hope you and Robbie will apologize to him the first time
you see him, and tell him that you will be good children the
next time you come to church."
When they returned home, they tried in every way to show
that they regretted their naughtiness.
Polly unbuttoned her auntie's boots, brought her slippers,
took her hat and gloves and parasol and put them away, and
with a pleading look said:-
"I do wish I could know just how bad you think I am."
Seeing forgiveness in her auntie's face, she threw her arms
around her, nearly smothered her with caresses, very truthfully
saying, "I do love you so hard."
Robbie, too, was slowly making peace offerings. He went
to the water pitcher, and poured some water into his tiny silver
cup, and was walking toward his auntie with it, when he struck
his foot against his little red rocking chair, and fell. Without
waiting to get up, he began:--


"I, I do wish Polly wouldn't always get afore me to do
fings fo' 'oo. I'll just burn 'at littlee wed chair, fo' I know you'll
not 'cuse me and fo'give me."
His auntie took him up and drew the boots off. Presently
he smiled and laid his head on her shoulder. The little red-
topped boots he held in his arms, often pressing his lips to them.
"Do you fink mine Aunt Birdie will send me some mo'
boots, just 'ike ese, wif pretty wed legs to 'em?"
These she had given him for his third birthday, and he
was looking out for the time when he would want some more.
The first week after he got them, he would every night
take them to bed with him, and after he would get to sleep, his
mother would lay them aside. Finally she put them away, and
Robbie said nothing about them, and it was supposed that he
had forgotten them, but one morning his mother was searching
in a trunk for something, the "love-letter trunk," the children
called it, as many packages of letters tied up with blue satin
ribbons were kept in it.
Robbie was standing by. Suddenly he gave a shout; in
turning over some things, the boots came to view.
He clasped them to his heart, and actually wept over them,
saying, "I always fought some howid twamp had stolen mine
Nip and Tuck, and I would never see 'em any mo'; 'oo do 'ook
jus' uzly an' fine."
They were never again taken from him.


@ OBBIE'S auntie remembered her promise and put
pockets in his kilt. He insisted upon three pockets,
"Like mine papa had in his coats," but he had
to be satisfied with two; and he gave a reward
of two sweet kisses, "A rosebud and a sprig of heliotrope," as
he called them.
After they were tired of story-telling and gardening, their
auntie took them in to lunch. The hungry little children did
ample justice to old Chrissy's goodies, hot buttered rolls, cold
chicken, strawberries and cream, and drop cakes.
Polly said there was one more thing she wanted, and that
was not on the table. "1 so want a piece of cheesee"
Cheese is, of all things, her favorite; she prefers it to fruit
or candy. She will hold a bit between her thumb and finger,
now and then sinking her little teeth into it to get a taste. Some-
times when her brother displeases her, she will tell him, "lw'd
give you to a colony man for a very small piece of cheesee'
She well knew she'was never allowed to have a big piece.
Now, a colony man is a farmer who lives at one of the
colonies or settlements that surround the town, and who every
week brings into town butter, eggs, chickens, and cheese.
After lunch the children went into the garden to play, and


their auntie sat on the front gallery reading. Pretty soon
Robbie came up the steps and said:-
"Auntie Lorrain, what makes 'orn chair keep a-sparking
and a-sparking?" His auntie not understanding him, he went
on to say: "'Orn chair 'noysme. I keep finking its fire a-parking."
The chair had an odd squeak, that did remind one of wood
burning and crackling.
He strode off down the steps and was soon in mischief.
Polly ran for her auntie in breathless haste:-
"Auntie, Bud has beaten to pieces your lovely Tommie
Hog." And there lay the finest hydrangea bruised and ruined.
He did not stop to see his auntie, but started down the
avenue as swiftly as his little fat legs could carry him, his soft,
fair bang standing erect in the breeze, and his plaid kilt dancing
a jig about his knees.
He only stopped when he reached the fence, where their
summer playhouse is under a large elm tree, entwined with a
rich growth of wisteria. Here he sank down on one of the
benches, almost exhausted, and just panted for breath.
He held out his feet and hands to keep his auntie at a dis-
tance, and gasped out:-
Auntie said not a word, but lifted him in her arms to carry
him to the woodhouse, the place of all others he most dreaded.
He looked up, and, sighing, rested his rosy cheek on his auntie's
arm, and said:-
"Oh, I tired as a tagah [tiger]! I do 'ish mine mamma


was here," and, pretending not to see that he was about to be
punished, he continued:-
"Do you fink mine papa will bwing me a dog? a dead dog?"
His auntie was much amused, but with a very grave face he
then said: "I don't 'ont a 'ive dog; he might bite Polly. You
said a dog bit Polly one day."
Polly had followed to see the fun, and thought it was time
for her to speak, and inform him that before he could remember
that interesting event happened.
When Polly was nearly two years and a half old, her auntie
made her some pretty little drawers, not like the baby drawers
she had always worn, but some "sure enough" drawers.
She was delighted with them, and confided in her father
all about them, and they both were quite proud of them. Her
papa said, "Would my sweet Mary like to go down town to
the post office with me?"
She was always glad to go anywhere with her father, so
after dinner they started, looking so very happy, mamma and
auntie looking after them as they went down the avenue.
As they walked along the street to the post office, a small
dog at play with a crowd of children left them for a newer play-
mate, and, stepping up behind Polly, caught hold of the highly
prized drawers, and it was feared its teeth had scratched the
plump little leg.
Her wild shrieks attracted a sympathizing crowd. Her
father beat off the dog with his cane, and carried Polly home.
She was undressed and put to bed and the doctor sent for.


He wisely concealed the laugh that his patient excited, for she

had recovered from her fright, and, not being in the least hurt,

was mischievously rejoiced in the stir she had caused. She

always loves to be the center of attraction.


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OLLY and Robbie sadly missed their father and
mother that first night, when the time came to go to
Their auntie undressed them and put on their "nangees,"
as they called their nightgowns, and after they had said their
prayers, Polly went to the door and called out in such a sorrow-
ful voice, "Dear papa and mamma, come home to your little
babies; we are so lonely." She then quite broke down, and
Robbie joined in the wail, and for a few minutes their auntie
found it useless to try to speak; but as their excitement cooled
off, and they went to her for comfort, she sat down on the car-
pet, and, taking them both in her lap, she sang to them that
sweet old hymn, with which their mamma and auntie's old black
"mammy" used to soothe them to sleep, "Good Old Dannie,"
or "De Hebrew Chillens":-
"Whar, oh, whar is de Hebrew chillens?
Whar, oh, whar is de Hebrew chillens?
Whar, oh, whar is de Hebrew chillens?
Safe in de promise' lan'.
"Da went up tro' de fi'ry furniss,
Da went up tro' de fi'ry furniss,
Da went up tro' de fi'ry furniss,
Safe to de promise' lan'.


"Whar, oh, whar is good ole Dan'el?
Whar, oh, whar is good ole Dan'el?
Whar, oh, whar is good ole Dan'el?
Safe in de promise' lan'.

"He went up in de den of lions,
He went up in de den of lions,
He went up in de den of lions,
Safe to de promise' lan'.

"Whar, oh, whar is good ole 'Lijah ?
Whar, oh, whar is good ole 'Lijah ?
Whar, oh, whar is good ole 'Lijah?
Safe in de promise' lan'.

"He went up in de flamin' cha'iot,
He went up in de flamin' cha'iot,
He went up in de flamin' cha'iot.
Safe to de promise' lan'."

This song never failed to bring quiet nerves and peaceful
One verse particularly Polly liked, the one about Daniel
going up from the den of lions.
Sleep soon came to their relief, and as auntie placed them
in bed, Polly opened her eyes and asked:-
"Auntie, will you please give me a piece of cheeses' in the
Auntie Lorrain promised, and turned to Robbie, who was
hunting in his bed for something. Too much overcome with
sleep to know what he was doing, he cried out:-
"I can't find mine blanket dally." This dear dolly was a


piece of blanket rolled up, and a string tied around it in the
locality of a waist, the ends of the string serving as arms.
Auntie Lorrain expected to search long for it, for Robbie
was never known to yield a point, but, fortunately for them both,
he had the dolly in his arms, but was too sleepy to know it.
The search half woke him, and, looking up from his sleepy
eyes, he slowly asked:-
"Auntie, will you go and make me some nut-no-boys to-
night ?"
He was promised that he should have some in the morning,
and it is doubtful if even doughnut boys could have kept him
awake another minute.

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UNRISE found Robbie's eyes open and bright; see-
ing the golden bars of light on the wall, cast there
by the sun shining through the shutters, he said:-
"Auntie Lorrain, 'at 'ooks 'ike a 'adder fo' de birdies to
cime to 'e sky. Do 'oo fink 'oo could cime up to 'e good p'ace 'at
way? I fink so."
He asked to be taken up and dressed in "mine 'mokin'
jacket," and his auntie thought he was a brave-looking boy in
his dark crimson and black flannel wrapper, with the lace collar
and cuffs around his snowy neck and wrists, and his fair, luxuri-
ant hair, as soft as velvet, clustering in a beautiful outline about
his forehead, and his large, dark, intelligent eyes, full of love and
When he was dressed, he turned to kiss his auntie, but
reflected a moment, and said:-
"I can't kiss 'oo while 'at birdie keeps a-singing an'
a-singing. I 'ish he would shut his mouf; he sing too much."
He marched into the garden, auntie following to see him
safely in Chrissy's care, but she was on her way to milk "Cream-
pot," the pretty Jersey cow.
Robbie enjoyed seeing the gentle creature, and the process


of milking was particularly interesting to him; he often went
with Chrissy to hold the bucket.
They found the cow standing nearly knee deep in the
green alfalfa,. and so clean and nice that she gave one an appe-
tite for milk, butter, and ice cream, too.
Robbie had forgot to bring "mine sil'er cup mine Aunt
Manie gid me," so back to the house he went to get it.
His cup not being large enough to hold all the milk he
wanted, he began to search for a superannuated coffeepot that
had long ago retired from lawful service.
Robbie had appropriated it to the mud pie business, and
it was now likely filled with mud and water and green peaches.
Failing to find it, he said: "Cwissy, I wish you' stop 'at
mi'king and get 'orn bwoom and sweep 'is yard fo' mine cosse-
But when she had three times filled his cup, he forgot that
he wanted anything else.
Robbie now turned and reminded his auntie of her promise
about the nut-no-boys, and, looking up with a sweet smile, he
said, "And I'd 'ike some shied apples fo' mine bweakfast, if you
please." Auntie told Chrissy to have a dish of apples for him.
Fried apples is a favorite dish with Robbie.
Auntie now went in the house to see if Polly was awake.
There in her mother's room was the little lady, prome-
nading before the mirror, glancing behind her to see her "nan-
gee" trail.
She did look lovely, it is true; the soft, clinging goods,


falling close to her feet, would not float out on the carpet as
she wished. Not knowing she was seen or heard, she said:
I want it to look like mamma's train when she walks fast."
In turning round she caught sight of her auntie, who was
watching her, and, running to her, said:-
"Auntie, do you think I am a very silly little girl ?"
"No," said Auntie Lorrain, "not so very silly for five
years old."


S REAKFAST over, Polly and Robbie went with
their auntie to the pantry, to make doughnuts
The children insisted upon having on aprons
and their cuffs turned up like auntie's.
When all were ready, Chrissy brought in a quart of light
dough in a bowl, into which auntie put a cup of white sugar, a
half cup of butter, and two eggs.
Here Bud declared he would do it all himself, and said:
I'll savor it mine own sess, wif 'ace and nut'egs."
Auntie agreed to a small quantity of each, but, when he
offered to put in the mace box and all the nutmegs whole, she
restrained him.
He just tumbled down off the chair and away he ran down
the garden to his playhouse, crying furiously.
At any other time Auntie Lorrain would have allowed him
a good time for repentance, but, when his parents were away
from him, she could not bear to know that he was unhappy, so
she went after him, and he was glad to get back without the
loss of his dignity.
Polly churned the eggs light and foamy, and turned it into
the bowl at the last, and auntie added enough flour to make it
work nicely.
When the dough was stiff enough to knead, each pair of
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little plump fists worked a piece, and, oh, how merry they were!
Polly frequently put a round ball of the dough into her ready
little mouth, and would say, "Oh, but it is goody!"
Then the dough was put back into the bowl to get light
again. At the end of an hour it was ready to cook. Chrissy
had some fresh lard boiling in a frying-pan. Auntie rolled the
dough thin, and cut it into fancy and funny shapes, and dropped
them into the hot lard, and cooked them to a crisp brown.
The cheeks of the nut-no-boys puffed out beyond all nature,
but, after they were sprinkled with sugar, they were just good
enough to eat. That is what Polly and Robbie thought when
they ran off with their hands full for Jammie Royal. He was
their nearest neighbor, and a "spicy" friend. Polly rapped at
Mrs. Royal's dining room door, and heard her welcome voice
say, "Come in, Polly," for she well knew the sound of her soft
little fist. Jammie was standing at the table watching his
mamma wipe the silver. He was glad to see his little friends,
but overjoyed to see the luscious doughnuts. He ate them
with relish, and was about to lead the way over to Polly's home
for more when his mamma said, "Jammie, I wish you would
wipe that spoon." It was the last, and his mamma had to give
an order to the cook, and could not finish them. Jammie rested
his plump hands on the sides of his jacket, and, giving a deep
sigh, said, "I should not like to be overworked, for then I
couldn't help you a bit to-morrow." Polly's merry eyes twinkled
with fun, and she said, "You are the laziest boy I ever did see."
Robbie took up the tea towel and proceeded to wipe the spoon,
saying, "I can 'ipe it as good as Cwissy" (meaning Chrissy).


HEN the last occupation began to lose interest, the
children went to Auntie Lorrain and begged for a
story. Polly said:-
"O auntie, please tell us about my Uncle Laurence and
his dog Tim!"
This request was echoed by Robbie, and he and his sister
began a struggle for a seat on Auntie Lorrain's lap. But she
settled it by making them sit on each side of her in their little
rocking chairs.'
Auntie was ready to begin, but Robbie detained her to ask
if Tim was "still a 'ive dog," and whether he ever "bit littlee
Polly got very impatient at these interruptions, and when
he asked the last question, she reached behind and pinched his
Poor little fellow, he was more frightened than hurt, for he
was thinking about dogs biting, and was exasperated by his sis-
ter's attack.
Quick as a flash he sprang at her and slapped her pretty
round head. Polly kriew that she had provoked her brother to
strike her, but tears in her eyes caused Robbie to hang his head
and say, "I fought 'oo was a dog"


When peace was restored and the story begun, Polly slipped
in a question or two, "Is it a real story, a sure-enough little
boy and dog all alive?"
"Indeed it is," said auntie. "When your Uncle Laurence
was a little boy, two years old, he had a large dog named Tim.
They were very fond of each other, and played together all day.
Even when Laurence slept, Tim would stay close by his young
master's cradle, and when he would wake, he would coax him
out to play and run races with him.
"Tim was very gentle, and would submit to even rough
treatment from his little friend.
"Now Laurence's parents, your grandfather and grand-
mother, lived in Virginia, on the beautiful green back of a large
river, with great overshadowing trees dipping their long
branches into the clear water.
"Across the river from Laurence's home a big, busy city
nestled among the high hills, and over there Laurence's father
often took him.
It was such fun to go on the ferryboat and see the horse
go round and round to make the boat cross over. It was not
like the boats you cross the bay in, but a very small boat.
"And then he would be taken to the stores, and get all the
toys and sweets he could carry home
"Once when Tim slipped off and went with them, he and
his papa laughed to see how Tim made all the dogs run so very
fast when he growled at them.
"But one morning his father was in a hurry, and did not


take his little boy, so, after his papa kissed him good-by and
went over to the city, Laurence thought he would go too, and
he and Tim went racing to the river.
"It was not easy for him to escape his nurse, for Boley's
only duty was to help Tim to take care of their young master.
But when Boley began to twist up her short, kinky wool, she
forgot 'dat blessed angel,' as she called Laurence, and that was
the time he took for his flight to the river.
"Laurence and his dog made a pretty picture as they wan-
dered along the road leading to the pebbly beach. He was a
very active child, and could run everywhere when a year and a
half old, and now at two years old he was quite a man, he
He was dressed in a jaunty suit of dark green velvet, a
wide ruffled linen collar, and a small white beaver hat far back
on his golden curly head. His eyes, as clear and innocent as
bluebells, looked at the departing boat, and as wave after wave
washed up at his feet, one came higher than his head, and he
and Tim were carried out in the deep water. In an instant the
dog was up, swimming around, sniffing, and biting at the bub-
bles as they rose from the child. Tim gave a bark of delight
as a tiny white hand came in sight, and, catching between his
teeth the little dress skirt, he swam to shore with his precious
"He leaped up the bank and laid him on the grass, and
ran to the house for help, for the faithful dog was now too tired
to carry his master any further.


"He met Boley, but she was not the one he thought to
bring, so he sprang past her and ran upstairs, almost knocking
down old Aunt Sappho, on the way, and when he reached
his mistress' side, he held up his muddy paws and whined pite-
ously. His dripping sides and his rapid panting convinced
your grandmamma that something had occurred.
"With a cry of alarm she ran down the stairs, following
Tim, for he led the way. She had not gone far down the river
path when she met Boley carrying the almost lifeless child in
her arms. She was crying and wailing as only a negro culprit
can, saying: 'O my blessed angel, he gone dead! See de riber
run out of his mouf, and his lubly eyes gone shut.'
"Laurence's mamma took her darling boy and kissed his
poor little pale lips.
"He opened his big blue eyes, and asked:-
'Where's Tim?'
"At hearing his voice his mamma thanked God with all her
soul. And the negroes who had followed just shouted for joy,
saying, 'Glory, glory, hallelujah, de chile is come to life!'
"Old Tim forgot his usual dignity, and frisked about like
a silly puppy, beating each and everyone with his wet tail. I
think he would have liked, just then, to have been able to talk,
but I doubt if anything could have made him a bit happier.
"Your grandmamma carried her baby to her own room,
took off his wet clothes, put on his nightgown, and put him in
her own bed. Soon the sweet eyes closed in sleep, and the
bright color came back to his cheeks and lips.


"When his father came home, he wondered that Laurence
did not run to meet him, as he had done ever since he could
"He wondered still more when he saw Tim, covered with
dried mud, lying asleep on the door mat, and no little boy in
sight. On his way up to his room he met no one. He opened
his door and stepped in, and here he saw your grandmamma
kneeling by her bed, bending over his baby boy. His brave heart
grew faint with alarm, for it might be that his son was dead.
Laurence's mamma went to him and told him all.
His papa could not wait for him to wake, but took him
up and kissed him till he woke.
"And what do you think was the first thing the sleepy little
boy said ?
"'Papa, did 'oo bwing 'oo boy a dwum?'"
"0 auntie," said Polly, "what did grandpapa do with Tim?"
"He patted him, and told him he was the bravest dog at
Shady Bank."
Robbie was anxious to know if that white beaver hat was
lost. "'Cause I 'od 'ike to have it myse'f."
"Yes," said auntie, "it sailed on down the river."
'And did mine gwanfaver whip 'at Boley fo' being so bad?"
"No; she was so frightened that I think her master let her
off without any severe punishment."


N the afternoon Auntie Lorrain was startled by Polly calling
out: "O auntie, come quickly to Robbie! Just see what he
is doing."
Robbie's laugh convinced her that he was in more mischief
than danger, and there he was on the kitchen gallery with a
small tub full of water. He had some tQilet soap, and was
washing Chrissy's aprons. He had three in the tub, and was
rubbing them with all his strength, the suds running over the
top of the tub, until his shoes were quite wet.
He did not see his aunt coming, and when she lifted him
up he was not at all frightened, but said with great airiness:-
"Poor Cwissy, she needs some c'ean bibs!"
Before his auntie could decide what to do with him, a black
man came in through the side gate, and asked:-
"Any rags to sell, madam? I gwine to pay cash."
The children looked at him curiously. Robbie had never
before seen a negro.
The black man said:-
"Madam, am dem good chillen? kase if dey not, I takes
all sich. Yer see dat li'l hoss keart dar?" pointing to his cart
in the street. A small donkey stood near the sidewalk, with
very long ears and a very short body, harnessed to the cart.


"I's puts dem right on top on de rags."
Seeing that the children were alarmed, their auntie said he
could not have these children. Robbie was deeply interested
in the little old donkey, and when he began to bray, Robbie
caught hold of his auntie's dress, and said:-
"What 'e little pony saying? Is he calling 'e man to go
The old man took off his hat, and made a plunge at the
kitchen door, saying, "Do you see how hard I can 'butt' de door?
Well, dat is de way I's punis' de bad ones; I's take 'em home to
my ole 'oman; she is a good pi's 'oman, and when I's bring 'em
back dey are 'fust-rate' chillens."
Chrissy ran out to examine the door to see if it was split,
and gave old Tom a cross look, which made him laugh loud and
long.. Polly was glad when he was seated in his little cart again,
and, turning to her auntie, she said:-
"Dear auntie, you would not let him have us even if we
were very bad, would you? "
Auntie assured her that she would never think of such a
thing. Robbie watched him till he was out of sight, then said:
"'Hy don't he put blacking on his mouf? He mouf not
black 'ike his face."
Auntie explained the nature of the old man's coloring, but
he was not convinced that it was true to nature. He thought
a great deal about it, and asked many questions that his auntie
could not answer. He followed her back to her seat on the front
gallery, and sat down in his little rocking chair and watched his
auntie for a few moments, then said:-


"W'y do 'oo sit so?" He laid his hands on his knee, one
over the other, shut his lips close together, and, half smiling,
said: "'Oo 'ook'ike 'at. What do 'oo mean?"
"Oh, I was just thinking!" said auntie, and resumed her
He does not like one's being absorbed in a book. He
shut his great, solemn eyes and said-
"I'll just make it too dark fo' 'oo to read."
It was an idea in his baby head that when his own eyes
were closed, it brought darkness to others.
He was not altogether wrong; the closing of baby eyes has
shut out the brightness from many a household.
Polly brought some flowers and listlessly laid them down
on the steps. She sat very quietly for a while. Some emotion
was at work, which made her chest rise and fall; her hand,
tightly pressed on her mouth, only half suppressed a sob.
Her auntie called her to her, and, taking her on her lap,
tried to cheer her.
Polly looked up through her tears and said:-
"I'm so very lonely without my mamma. Do you mind
my crying?"
"Oh, no," said auntie! Just relieve your little tender heart
whenever you feel like it," and reminded her of the birthday
party her mamma had promised her. It was to be on her fifth
birthday, which would come in less than a week.
The party was to be on condition that she was to receive
her guests and be responsible for their entertainment.







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Her mamma had been careful about her associates, and she
was not free with children. But her mamma knew that if Polly
promised to be a polite little hostess, she could trust her.
Robbie had taken great interest in the matter, and now,
when he heard it talked of, he took Polly's cheeks in his strong
little hands and wanted to force her to promise him a dozen
things at once.
The first thing he wanted was a real invitation, "just 'ike 'e
ozzer boys."
This she promised.
"But you must let go my cheeks, or you shall not even
look at my party," said Polly with flashing eyes.
She did dislike to be compelled to promise anything to
Robbie. He had such a masterful way with his sister, when
she was reluctant or slow to answer him.


ST last the day came for the little Roseberry's parents to
A delicious dinner was all ready; the flower gar-
dep fresh from a shower bath, and the children, dressed in their
prettiest suits, were listening for the whistle of the evening
train. Polly was half wild with joy, and danced and sang, and
flitted in and out, and rushed from gate to gate.
"You know they might come by the side gate just to prisee
us," she said to her auntie.
Robbie is unlike his sister in color of hair. Robbie's is
long and fair, Polly's dark and clustering close to her head,
but in features they are wonderfully alike.
Polly is impulsive and passionate; Robbie, deliberate and
thoughtful. Now the contrast was striking; while Polly was so
restless and excited, Robbie was quietly putting on his gay
harness, carefully placing the bright colors to suit his taste; and
when Polly refused to "play hossy" with him, he himself was
both horse and driver, and raced around, as occupied with his
play as though he was not thinking of anything else.
At last they heard the train whistle, and then soon the
sound of wheels, and their waiting was at an end. Mamma and
papa sprang from the carriage and kissed and hugged their dear
little ones.


It was impossible to tell which were the happiest, the par-
ents or the children.
They followed their father and mother about while taking
off their traveling wraps, both talking at once about how they
missed them while away.
When they were ready for dinner, Polly ran to the garden
and selected the finest Marechal Neil rose and a sprig of
heliotrope for her mamma, and a moss rosebud from her own
bush for her papa's buttonhole.
She then flew to the pantry and brought a pretty China
cup, "forget-me-nots" around the top, contrasting well with the
golden custard within.
"Here, dear movver, this will refresh you till dinner is
brought in."
Her mamma did not mind her dessert coming before din-
ner; she ate it, because her little daughter intended it for a kind
After dinner Polly whispered to her auntie, "Shall I say
my verse now?"
She stepped out in front of her father and mother, and,
with a graceful little bow, said in a clear, soft voice:-
"What is beauty? Not the show
Of shapely limbs and features, no;
'Tis the stainless soul within
That outshines the fairest skin."
And, springing into her papa's arms, she exclaimed, "My
Auntie Lorrain taught me it while you were away, to prisee


Robbie stood by and listened, not only to the verse, but to
the praise.
He then stepped out, and, swelling himself to a degree that
threatened the safety of his buttons, began:-
"W-h-a-t is booty? Not 'rs'o'
0' s'apely 'imbs an' features, n-o-o;
But 'e s'ainless soul wifin
'At outs'ines 'e ker sene."
He did not intend to be laughed at, and, when they
applauded him in mischievous fun, he joined in, although he was
not quite pleased with the result of his speech.
Mamma saw Polly's bright eyes turn wistfully toward the
traveling satchels, which she was sure contained something for
her. Of course there would be lots of pretties in the big trunk,
that was not yet brought from the depot.
Mamma knew her darlings would be impatient, and had
brought something for them in the satchels, two big brass bugles,
the sort that can be closed very small.
Oh, dear! how pleased Polly and Robbie were.
Their papa showed them how to use them, and soon Polly
could "toot" hers in a dismal way, but it was fine music to her.
Robbie would surprise and startle everyone now and then
with an unexpected blast from his bugle, and then look around
as surprised as anyone, and a great deal more delighted.


IT was not long after the meadow larks had taken their bath
in the lily bed, and shaken out their feathery coats, that
Polly and Robbie were awake and their toilets made.
The trunk was to be brought very early, and the children
wanted to see the men carry it in and unbuckle the straps.
When this was all done, mamma went to her dressing room for
the key, and Robbie mounted the trunk astride, and told Polly
to get up behind him. She obeyed, but did not hold on tightly
as he wished. With some anger in his tone, he exclaimed,
"Don't you know 'at 'adies must hold on fast to 'ey humsans
[husbands] or 'ey fall ?"
Mamma opened the trunk, and out came the pretty things.
Oh, how the little wrappers rustled, and the busy tongues
clattered about the pretty things for themselves and auntie!
When the last thing was taken out, Polly said, "Auntie,
let me see your lovely new bonnet."
She put it on her head, back part foremost, and went to
survey herself at the mirror, but the long ribbons (what a pity
for them and Polly too) caught under her feet and threw her
Poor Polly in a splutter,
And the gray ties in a flutter.
Robbie was very busy with his drum, and presently he
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arched high his brows, and, waving his drum stick toward his
auntie, he said:-
Mamma, you dinna bwing mine [a pet name he had given
his auntie] Dinnie widdie a gum."
His mamma told him, "Auntie does not care for a drum."
He was not satisfied. He went close to his auntie and
It wouldd be so niche if you had a gum 'ike mine."
I really would not enjoy one," said Aunt Lorrain. "The
noise makes my head ache."
He put down his drum, and, drawing her head close to
him, felt it all over.
You haven't one bump on you' head; 'oo mi'taken."
His idea of a headache was the bump which follows a fall.
He considerately carried his lively band into the garden, where
Jammie shared the music with him.
After a while he came back, his countenance all aglow with
some new fun. Putting his lips close to Polly's ear, he whis-
pered something, and they both laughed gayly.
There was to be some joke played upon mamma. The
children ran on out. Auntie followed, for she had overheard
them mention "Old Puff," who was a large hop toad, and lodged
in the rose garden. He was welcome there, for he was a good
scavenger, and the children had been told not to molest or hurt
Auntie stepped behind a large bush to see what they were
about to do.


Robbie had his express wagon drawn up close to the hedge
where the old sleepy fellow was generally to be found.
Polly had a folded towel in her hand.
Robbie picked up a small spade and gently slipped it along
the ground, raised the toad, and put him in the wagon, and, as
quick as thought, Polly covered him with the towel, and they
moved off slowly towards their mamma's sitting room door.
A favorite play with the children was to pretend that they
were Chinese fish venders.
When they reached the steps, Robbie said, "'Ho! 'Ho!"
to his little pony, and Kit (Polly) pranced and stamped and
tossed her head, and then stood quietly waiting.
Robbie ascended the steps and called out in the roughest
voice he could command: "Holo, lady! You want to buy fishy
Mamma came to the door and asked, "What kind of fish
have you?"
The little Chinaman answered, "Mountain twout an pe'ch."
Then mamma said, "What's the price of them?"
Robbie put on a manner of indifference, and carelessly
replied: "On'y twenty bits. 'Ook at em; 'e heap niche."
Mamma walked down to the wagon. Robbie lifted the
towel, and out jumped Old Puff, right straight at mamma, and
landed on her foot. She jumped and screamed.
She was so frightened, and ran up the steps, and did not
stop till she was safely in the house and the wire door fastened.
Kit was scared too, and ran away, upsetting the wagon


as she crossed a little ditch. But the funny little Chinaman sat
down and laughed till he ached. And Old Puff made off to his
Auntie and Jammie saw the fun and laughed too.


ONDAY was a very busy day, for Tuesday would be
Polly's birthday. Her invitations were to be sent out,
N L P cakes and sweetmeats to be made, her new dress
to be finished, and, oh, ever so many things to be done.
A friend of Polly's, a young gentleman of sixteen, had
promised to carry her invitations. Mamma had addressed the
last cunning little envelope, with its quaint Kate Greenaway
babies in one corner, when John Humbert came for them.
Polly watched him ride away with the package of invita-
tions, and she felt that now indeed her party was not far off.
When auntie went out to the kitchen to make the cakes,
Polly went too, for she was to make the "marigolds" herself.
This small woman of five years was arrayed in a "kinchen
apron," and her sleeves tucked up.
As she was not tall enough to reach her work, Chrissy
brought a cracker box for the little lady to stand on; and how
happy Polly looked! A bowl and spoon were ready for her.
She drew them toward her and said:-
"Auntie, what shall I do first?"
She was given three eggs to break, and she did it as nicely
as anyone could. With this she put a cup of sugar and a half
cup of butter and beat it very light.


Mamma came to the door, looked in, and asked if Polly
would like for mamma to help make her favorite cake ?
"Oh, no, mamma, I'm not a bit tired! Just see me beat
And she gave a vigorous stir, and up into her saucy face
went the batter.
Everyone laughed at her, but this sweet-tempered child
never got vexed when others were amused at her mishaps.
Polly next added a half cup of milk and two cups of flour,
one teaspoonful of grated nutmeg, and then all was in. She
stirred and stirred and beat until the batter was like a yellow
sponge; then Chrissy brought the hot pan, and Polly dropped
spoonfuls of the batter in it until it was full.
Just as she had it ready to bake, her father looked in, hunt-
ing for his little girl.
What a time they had! He hugged her and kissed her
tiny, floury nose, and got his coat to looking very much like the
"kinchen apron."
He did not mind that, for he was so glad to see her happy
and useful.
Chrissy soon took the panful of cakes from the oven, and
on a large fresh napkin she turned out thirty'crisp little cakes.
Polly danced with joy that she had been successful, and
put three of them on a plate and carried them to her parents
and Robbie.
When her large birthday cake, beautifully frosted, was
carried in, she exclaimed:-


"Auntie, I'm going to cut that beauty to-morrow when my
party comes."
When night came, this tired, happy child was asleep in her
little white bed almost as early as the birds nodded in the blue
gum trees close to her window.


ON Tuesday morning, before sunrise, a great heap of
bright blossoms and evergreens were cut, ready to deco-
rate the house.
A bouquet of choice flowers was placed at Polly's plate on
the breakfast table, together with a gift from each and every
When she first came in, she glanced at the display of gifts,
and a joyous cry came from her grateful little heart.
"Oh, how good everybody is to me! Just look. Are they
all for me?"
She examined her treasures. Taking up the most attract-
ive present, she exclaimed:-
"Who gave me these?"-a pair of gold bracelets from her
father. "And here is a Noah's ark; I wanted one so much.
And, auntie, I know you gave me these pretty bottles of per-
fume; I'm sure, 'cause I asked you to; and this box of marbles
must be from my Dickey Dan," and she gave Robbie an affec-
tionate shake, and said, "You know you told me last night
what you were going to give me."
Robbie glanced at his mother somewhat anxiously, for he
had been told to say nothing to Polly about her presents, as
they were intended for a surprise.


But the secret was too much for "Dickey Dan."
He stepped up close to his mother and whispered:-
"I'm ve'y sowy, but I fought it 'oud make Polly feel jolly."
Two small boxes were still unopened. In one was the
very tiniest gold thimble, from mamma.
Polly opened these treasures with trembling eagerness.
In the last box was a lovely gold ring. She soon noticed
there were words engraved inside, which her papa told her
were her name.
Polly slipped the ring on one of her fingers, the thimble on
the end of another, and, gathering all the other gifts in her
hands, said:-
"0 father, I'm just as happy as a-well, as that bird we
hear singing-every bit as happy! You see I have such lovely
things; and I'm going to learn to sew Dottie Dimple's clothes,
and Jennie Finnels, too."


HE first thing after breakfast was to decorate the rooms.
.L The one to receive the most attention was, of course, the
dining room.
The long table was bordered with buds and blossoms. In
the center of the table lay a long mirror, the frame concealed
by flowers forming a bank all around it. This represented a
lake, in which were tiny toy boats and fishes.
In the center of the lake was a bank of lilies, out of which
rose a tall chandelabra, holding five wax candles of different
The windows and doors and pictures in the room were all
wreathed with evergreens and flowers.
On the table were tall glass bowls, of candies and bonbons
and fruits, and on a side table dishes of ripe strawberries, cakes,
sandwiches, and chicken salad.
The invitations informed the little ones that they would be
expected at two o'clock, and after an early lunch mamma dressed
Polly in her new dress, a light gray princess with an overdress
of bright blue, creamy lace around her neck and wrists, and a
knot of blue ribbon streaming from one shoulder, long gray
stockings and kid slippers with little blue bows.
When she was dressed, she flitted about like a small fairy.


Robbie wore his blue kilt and jacket. He was not very
well, had a cold. Polly was distressed, and said:-
"He won't harmonize with my company."
And indeed she was right.
Polly received her guests with pretty, childlike cordiality.
Such a gay crowd of lovely girls and boys! They felt so
much at home that they at once became engaged in play in the
house, and all about the grounds.
They danced and had games, and played at everything
one can think of.
Robbie's big wagon was a band wagon, and when filled
with little boys, each with drum or bugle, it was just like a real
band wagon.
Some played with building blocks and with books, and oth-
ers gardened with the toy tools.
A trio of Polly's dearest friends escorted her grand, big
doll, Jennie Finnel, in a ride. Louise, tall and graceful, led
the way. Laura, with her sweet brown eyes full of tenderness
for Miss Jennie's welfare, held the side of the carriage, to
keep her from falling out. Rebecca, fair and fun-loving, drew
the carriage, and was determined to give dolly a merry ride, and
dashed down the avenue at full speed, upsetting the carriage,
and throwing the doll and her beautiful silk carriage robe out on
the lawn.
The band wagon rushed up, and the two largest boys
offered their services. Norman took out his knife and a bunch
of string, and, assuming a professional air, said:-


"I can mend desiccated [dislocated] legs or a broken
wheel as well as any doctor in town."
Maynard struck an attitude to draw a picture of the group,
while Louise, picked up Jennie and brushed down her pink silk
dress, and gave her a kiss and a tight embrace.
Polly ran to see what had happened. Laura met her, and,
putting her arms about her, said, "Jennie is just as safe as the
rest of us girls." Polly was satisfied and glad to hear Laura
call Jennie "one of the girls." Robbie climbed out of the band
wagon, and, with a masterful look, said, "Who did 'at?" Re-
becca confessed with a laugh, and Robbie said, "'Oo got to go
to the woodhouse and stay 'are." He took her by the hand
and led her to the door. She went in, just for fun, but Robbie
was serious, and shut the door and fastened it. She coaxed and
plead to get out, but Robbie said:-
No; 'oo dot to stay all day, and no goodies eiver. 'Oo
spoiled Polly's nich dolly." And he walked off with a proud
look, as he tossed back his long curls.
Polly ran for mamma to let her out, for she well knew that
Robbie would not let any of the children go near to open the
When they were summoned for refreshments, they reluc-
tantly left their games and play. But they were soon enjoying
their feast, and what fun they had with their bonbons! In
some the boys would find a fan or an apron or bonnet, and some
of the girls marched about in hats that were very roguish.
Polly cut her big cake, and as the children watched her do


it, she thought it proper to look very grand and solemn, and she
told the children, and the ladies too, that she herself made the
They had a happy afternoon, and could have enjoyed them-
selves for hours longer, but night came, and with it the parents
of the children, to take them home.
When the last little one was gone, the house and garden
looked dreary, and Polly at once decided to go to bed.
After she had lain down, mamma went to her tired girlie to
have, as usual, a little talk.
"Has my darling had a happy day? and was everything
pleasant, and as you wished it?" she said.
Polly sprang up in bed, and, putting her arms around her
mamma's neck, she hugged her close, and whispered:-
"This has been the loveliest day I have had in ten years."
Then, holding herself back at arm's length, with a sly smile
in her sleepy eyes, she said:-
"There was one thing, dear mamma, just one thing you for-
got; one thing was not on my supper table. Can't guess?
Mamma laughed, and said her Honey Dew should yet
have it.
Cheese was not just the thing for a little child to eat at this
late hour, but Polly's mamma would never break a promise
made to her children.
So Polly sat up in bed and rapidly devoured a small piece
of her dear favorite, and as she finished it she said:-


"That is the best goodie I have joyedd to-day. Good-
night. Happy dreams. Do you love me?"
And in about two minutes she was dreaming, dreaming
perhaps of another birthday party, where the afternoon would
never end, and where everything was made of solid cheese.


J EEXT morning it was late when Polly woke, and the
Spink roses were not blooming on her round cheeks.
She was pale; her sweet eyes were a trifle larger than
common, and not nearly so bright.
After giving a good-morning kiss to her parents and auntie,
she perched herself on her father's knee, and, brushing her hand
over his long moustache, said:-
Papa, when will I have a 'tache like that?"
"Never," said her father.
With a merry laugh she looked straight into his eyes and
"I want one, sogs I think it would 'prove me."
"Now, I think," said her father, "it is about time for my
little daughter to say 'because' instead of 'sogs;' you used to
say that when you were only a scrap of a baby."
"Oh, yes, sir; I can say it very well, but I say 'sogs,' sogs
I think it sounds better than 'because'!"
Robbie, upon hearing mentioned the subject of a moustache,
stepped forward for notice. He knew that in this he could some
day get ahead of saucy Polly.
She was annoyed at his airs, and said:-


Bold Dickey Dan came stamping along,
So big and so strong,
That Poll thought it safest to get
Down and run."

She sprang from her father's knee just in time to escape
the wrath of Dickey Dan.
Polly had a habit of changing these nursery rhymes to suit
the occasion.
Robbie did not like to be teased. His cold irritated him,
and, with the cloud of yesterday still upon him, he was certainly
neither a comfortable nor safe-looking neighbor.
Polly was right when she said he would not harmonize
with her company. Robbie more than once during the after-
noon had been ill at ease with the company, and had to be
punished for saying cross words to the little ones. He had
never liked strangers. His father often tells his mamma not
to urge him to be agreeable to people, for he was just like him
when he was a little boy, and, whenever his mother had com-
pany, he would run off to the negro quarters, and stay till the
last visitor had left the place, occasionally sending a little picka-
ninny to make observations and report the exact state of things.
This confession gives Robbie's mamma every hope for her
own boy.
Soon after Aunt Lorrain had gone to her room, Robbie
knocked at her door. He would not have been so polite but
he found it was locked.
He and Polly were often too free with their auntie's desk


and workbasket, and she had protected herself by turning the
key of her door.
Aunt Lorrain asked, "Who is there?"
After a moment's delay Robbie said:-
It Mr. Wosebewy 'onts in."
"Why does Mr. Roseberry want in?"
He quickly answered, I 'ont 'oo to tell me a stowy."
Polly then echoed the wish, and, taking her workbasket,
auntie and the children went to the front gallery, their favorite
place for story-telling.
But mamma called Polly and reminded her that she had
left her playthings in disorder, and said:-
"Ask your auntie to excuse you till you put all your toys
Polly rushed back and plead, "0 auntie, please don't tell
the story till I come!" Auntie promised to wait, and Robbie
concluded he would help Polly. Getting his wheelbarrow and
spade, he went to shoveling up the pretty picture blocks.
Polly coaxed and begged him, saying, "Bubba, bubba,
don't be so rough; you will ruin them."
But he still kept on. Polly gave him a push, and over he
went. Scrambling to his feet, as fierce as a young tiger, he
sprang at her, and slap, slap, slap went his ready hand on Polly's
head, crying out:-
Now, 'oo fink 'oo bigger an' older 'an me, and just 'pose on
me cause I young. 'Ill you ever knock me down any mo'?"
Polly called for help, and mamma soon rescued Polly, and
conducted "Mr. Wosebewy" to the bathroom.


When she had finished her work, Robbie was released on
his honor. He looked very penitent. The tenderest spot in
his manly little heart was for his sweet sister.
He put his arms around her, and, to please and reconcile
her, said:-
"I weal sowy I bumped 'oo' head. I'll give 'oo Tommy
and my back dog, and 'e first piece of pie I get. Now den."
Tommy was a small rubber doll in the shape of a bugle
player. He was dear to his owner's heart, and the gift was an
unmistakable sign of love and good will. And the black dog
was one made of astrakhan and stuffed with cotton, his first
gift from the Sunday school Christmas tree, put on for him by
the rector's wife.
With their arms around each other, they went out to their
auntie. Robbie told Polly she should have the seat in auntie's
lap, and should select the subject of the story.
Polly said: "Auntie, please tell us about our grandmamma
being stolen by the Indians when she was a baby. I never get
tired of that story."


OUR mamma's mamma lived in Virginia. Her father's
I plantation was named 'Sweetbrier,' because the dear
old stone house was covered with climbing branches of
fragrant sweetbrier roses. Often in summer the blossoms would
trail in at the upper windows, and the children would gather
them for their mamma.
"One warm afternoon three Indians came to the house
and asked for something to eat, and sat down some little dis-
tance from the house to rest, and take a drink of cool water
from the deep well.
"Now, baby Caroline, your grandmamma, was just one
year old. She was asleep, in charge of her black nurse Charity.
Her father and mother were at dinner; some gentlemen were
dining with them. As soon as the baby's mamma left the dining
room, she went to the nursery to her baby girl.
But neither the baby nor Charity were there.
"Caddie's mamma went on out to the garden, and met
Charity going toward the house. She had been down to her
own cabin.
"Her mistress stopped her and asked, 'Charity, where
have you left my baby ?'
The black woman looked a little frightened, and said:-


"' La, Miss Polly, I -done lef' her fas' asleep in de nu'sery.'
"After looking in the nursery, Caddie's mamma hastened to
the parlor, and told your grandfather that their darling child
was lost.
"Upon questioning the servants, they concluded that she had
been stolen by the Indians, who by this time had gone away.
"Your grandfather at once told his guests, and called up all
his negro men. There was quite a large crowd, some walking
and some on horses, went out to hunt for the lost baby.
"Caddie's father and some of his men took the road that
led toward the city, and when about four miles from his home,
he saw in the distance three Indians. As he drew nearer, he
saw that one of them, a squaw, had a great rough bag on her
back, and next he saw peeping from the top of the bag the
bright, curly head of his little daughter."
"0 auntie," interrupted Polly breathlessly, "what did my
grandpapa do with them?"
Robbie shouted:-
"'Hy, he just took his big gun, so, and killed 'e howid
Injuns." And he struck an attitude as though about to shoot.
"No, your grandfather could not shoot them without the
risk of harming his dear child; and when once he had gotten her
from the dirty bag, he was so glad, and so anxious to hurry
back to the baby's frightened mamma, that he ordered his black
men to follow him and allow the Indians to go on.
"He galloped home as fast as his horse could take him,
and put his tiny girl in her mamma's arms.


"He tried to amuse your grandmamma by telling her how
the Indians attempted to tell him they stole his child because
they thought her yellow curly hair so pretty, so much prettier
than the straight, coarse black hair of their own babies."
Polly suggested:-
"I 'pose she needed a good bath after being in that dis-
gusting bag."
"That she did, and got it too," said auntie.

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HE next day Polly was her sweet, rosy self again. Her
appetite, as well as her good looks, had returned. Her
merry eyes sparkled when she glanced at the breakfast
table and remarked:-
I didn't know we were to have 'company rools' for break-
fast. Why didn't someone tell me?"
"I dare say Chrissy would have told you if she had known
it would please you," said her mamma, handing some rolls to
her hungry girlie.
Polly broke the crisp brown crust from the light, snowy
interior and buttered it long and well, then, looking about for
something further, she was attracted by a dish of broiled oysters,
plump and brown, nestled in sprigs of fresh green parsley.
"Papa, do you think some oysters would be good for me?"
"I know of nothing better for five-year-old girls," answered
her father.
When she had been served and had eaten, she gave her
attention to her brother, who was always silent when.p'leasantly
employed. He was revelipg in fritters and honey, and was
unspeakably happy.
She regarded him critically for some time, and said, half to


"Bubba has a pretty face and long curls, but I don't think
he has sweet ways at the table."
In the afternoon auntie took the children for a drive over
the plains, through miles and miles of wild flowers of every
color. The children begged to get out and gather some. When
they got to a little grove of cottonwood trees, auntie told
Glencoe (the horse) to stop, and they all got out. It was a
pretty spot, pleasant and cool. The irrigating canal ran close
by, and on its banks was a thick growth of orange-colored
The doves cooing overhead greatly annoyed Robbie. He
caught hold of his auntie with his firm, chubby hands and said:-
"I do 'ish you could make 'ose doves hush; 'ey keep coax-
ing fo' somefin', an' I dot nofin' fo' 'em to eat."
When Polly had gathered all the bluebells, baby-eyes,
larkspurs and poppies that she could carry, they all got back
into the phaeton, and turned Glencoe toward town, but took
another road than the one they had just traveled, and before
they knew it, they had driven into a part of the road that had
been flooded from the canal. When some distance in, the horse
began to sink, and Aunt Lorrain had to get out and lift out the
children, to make Glencoe's load lighter. But the weight was
now too much for auntie with Robbie in her arms; she began to
sink, and, oh, how "Mr. Wosebewy" did hold on and shout aloud!
But a few resolute efforts brought them all to solid ground, and
Glencoe was coaxed and urged and scolded till finally he made
a "long pull, and a strong pull, and a pull altogether," an


brought himself and the phaeton to dry land. Robbie, who had
held on tightly to his auntie's dress, complainingly said:-
"Auntie, I 'ish you w'd take off 'at howid wet dwess; I
can't hold you vewy tight." The dress was a pretty new gray
cashmere, and was ruined.
They got into the phaeton and again started for home.
Polly was very much vexed that she had lost her wild flow-
ers during Glencoe's bogging adventure.
When auntie and the children drove within a few miles of
town, they saw great gushes of smoke rising higher than the
tallest trees.
Robbie and Polly were greatly alarmed for fear that
Sweetbrier might be afire. But when they got to town, they
saw that the dreadful fire was still one block from their dear
home. They were comforted, and much interested in the wild
excitement that surrounded them.
Aunt Lorrain drove up to the house, but no one was to be
seen about the place. Inside all was confusion and alarm.
Trunks, boxes, baskets, and bundles were everywhere but their
usual places.
Things looked as though mamma expected to camp out.
Robbie declared he was hungry, and his auntie told him
she would get something for him, "but when she got there the
cupboard was bare," but in a large covered basket they found
quantities of roast chicken and loaves of bread.
Polly behaved with great self-control all the evening. She
asked her mamma to allow her to gather up some of her favor-
ite toys to save from the fire.


"Mamma, I w'd like very much to save just Dottie Dimple,
and all her clothes and her cradle and her buggy, and my rose-
bud dinner set and table and a few other things."
And her mamma actually packed up everything her dar-
ling begged for. Polly's mamma seems never to forget how
she herself felt when a little girl. Besides Polly's toys, she
tucked in little Robbie's Tommie and bugle and red-topped
boots, for she knew the things that were dear to her boy.
But, fortunately, the fire was checked before it reached
Polly's home, and she slept in her own little bed that night as
sweetly as though she had not come very near losing her pretty
But their papa's office down town burned, and Robbie next
morning, when he was told of it, said:-
"I'm sowy fo' 'at, fo' I had a littlee dwar in one o' papa's
desks wif some ve'y valuable papers in it."


ONE morning Polly and her auntie were gathering some
roses, and, seeing a heavy drooping bush that needed a
prop, auntie went to the tool house to get a stick.
Polly followed her, and stepped into the adjoining wood-
house, where she unexpectedly saw a cat.
Now it may seem very silly for Polly to be afraid of a cat,
but the truth is she had never played with any animals; her
father would not let her have even a kitten.
And this cat was not a pretty, attractive pussy. It
looked hungry and cross. It was white, with one side of its
face black, and a short tail, with a black spot on it.
As Polly met it in the doorway, there was a mutual fright.
The cat gave a fierce growl, and stood glaring at her, afraid to
Polly was terribly frightened, and, clasping her hands above
her head, she cried, "0 auntie, come quickly; old Snowball is
going to jump at me!"
Aunt Lorrain carried her away, and when she got to the
house and told Robbie, he was greatly excited and vastly inter-
ested. He at once rushed off and brought his toy pistol, and,
with a most dangerous air, exclaimed:-
"Polly, I'll shoot 'at howid cat. Is it old Showball?"


He was quite careful not to shoot an innocent pussy.
"Ish it a white cat wif a black 'pot on 'r tail?"
Polly assured him it was.
"Come along wif me, auntie. You may hold dat bad fing
whilee I shoot it."
Oh, he was such a wise little rogue, and wanted to be big
and brave!
He told his father all about it when he came home to
lunch, and papa said:-
"I am glad that you take care of your.dear sister. Now
what do you think I have to tell you? Next week I'm going
to have that picnic we have so long talked of."
"0 papa," interrupted Polly "do you mean on the banks
of the San Joaquin River?"
"Yes; we will all go in the big carriage, and take a lot of
nice lunch, and stay all day by the river."
"Well," said Robbie, "I w'd 'ike to catch some fish; and,
Polly, maybe we can find somefin' nice for our mud pies."
It was all settled, and finally came the day to get every-
thing ready. The children were full of delight, and ran from
house to kitchen and back again till they got so familiar with
Chrissy's preparations that mamma told Chrissy to hook the
wire screen door, and they had to be content with what they
could enjoy from the outside.
Something had been said at breakfast that annoyed Polly,
but the preparations for the picnic had made her forget it for
a time. A dog and monkey show was to be in town in a few


days, and her father had promised to take them. Polly and
Robbie were out in their playhouse making mud pies, when the
thought of the show again came to her mind. Polly laid down
her spoon and little green bucket and said:-
Brother, I do wish that car hadn't run off the track and
upset the show and killed one of the poor monkeys. Papa said
they were going back to the city, and we wouldn't see them."
Robbie answered: "I yeal glad 'e monkey is dead, cause
'e so bad. You know mine auntie said 'e monkey bit 'Ady
Humbert on 'e foot."
Polly looked at him with wide-open eyes, and said: "Oh,
that wasn't the show monkey; he was Niggy, and lived near
Lady Humbert!"
Robbie nodded his head in answer, and said: "What funny
fing was it that Niggy did to 'at 'ady's horse, you mind?"
Polly thought, but did not quite remember how the story
went, and said, "I will ask Auntie Lorrain, when she comes, all
about it, and maybe she will tell us more stories about him."
Now, Niggy was a very bad monkey, and it was no wonder
that Robbie was glad when he thought he had been killed in
the train accident. As to his biting "'Ady Humbert," it was a
real serious matter, the children thought. Well, it happened
in this way: Polly's dearest friend, Mrs. Humbert, was sitting
in her room one morning, making pretty pincushions, when
she heard a little, sharp-cutting noise at her side, and, looking
down, she saw Niggy in her workbasket of beautiful silk, satin,
and velvet pieces. He had the choicest piece in his ugly little


mouth, and had completely ruined it. She sprang for her
hearth broom, and tried to drive him away with it, but he became
enraged, and sprang at her and sank his sharp teeth into her
foot. She called loudly after the maid, and she came and gave
him a sound beating before he let go. He then went whim-
pering home, as if he had been very badly treated. Mrs. Hum-
bert's foot looked alarming, and her maid ran for the doctor to
come and dress it. He said it would soon get well, as the bite
of a monkey was not poisonous; but it was a long time before.
she could walk as far as a block.
The funny story that Robbie liked was about Niggy trying
to drive a horse. A friend came to see Mrs. Humbert one
afternoon, and left her horse hitched at the gate. When she
came out to go home, there sat the monkey on the seat of the
carriage, with the reins in his small paws, trying to make the
horse go; but, as the horse was tied fast, and was a very sen-
sible animal, he did not run away when he felt the reins lashing
about him.
Niggy was a terror to the schoolchildren. He would
climb up into the sidewalk trees, and, when the little ones would
go by, he would jump down on them and scare and scratch
them dreadfully.
Robbie remembered all the naughty tricks he had heard
about Niggy, and he was not willing to trust himself in reach
of any monkey. Polly assured him that they could not get at
them in the show, for she had seen them herself when she was
in San Francisco a few months ago. At last she overcame his
fears, and he said:-


Polly, 'ess us go city and see 'e show; it would be yeal
niche for us. 'Oo take care of me, and I take care of 'oo."
Polly was much amused and pleased, too, at the proposi-
tion, and gave a merry laugh as she jumped to her feet and
shook the sand from her pinafore and said:-
"Oh, it will be lots and lots of fun; let's go!"
They ran into the house to tell mamma, but she was in the
parlor entertaining some ladies, and auntie was out shopping.
They went to their own room, and Polly picked up her dolly's
trunk and emptied out the neatly folded dresses and ribbons.
Then she took her newest dress, folded it up, and put it in; then
she took Robbie's fine blue kilt and jacket out of his lowest
drawer, and put them in. All the time Robbie stood by with
his chubby hands crossed on his back, looking at his sister with
smiling admiration. In her haste to pack her trunk Polly had
forgotten to have Robbie help get ready by making his toilet.
She now turned to him and said, in a vexed way:--
"Why don't you help me? Wash your face and hands
and brush your hair. How much money have you?"
Robbie put his hands down deep into his kilt pocket and
drew out his little purse, saying:-
I dot 'oads of money."
Here he took out one, two, three, four nickels, and laid
them in Polly's hand. She was pleased at the amount, and
I got six nickels myself; we will have plenty."
She now helped Robbie to make his toilet, brushing his








curls out until they shone like silk. She looked at him and
"You are just lovely, and your hair looks like brown gold."
She pulled down his jacket in front, and said: Why don't
you keep your coat straight down ?"
He looked sad when his sister said this, and walked to the
door going to the parlor. She quickly drew him away and
kissed him, saying:-
"You must not go in there."
The truth was Polly had determined to go without asking
mamma, and she was more vexed with herself than she was
with her brother. She shut down the lid of the trunk, got out
their best hats from a box, and put them on. Then she caught
hold of one end of the trunk, and told Robbie to take hold
of the other, which he did. Folly led the way out through
mamma's dressing room door and down through the orchard
to the back gate. When they were out on the side street, Polly
heard a sob, and, looking at Robbie, she saw great tears run-
ning down his cheek. He was trying to wipe them away with
a handful of his curls, but, when she looked at him, he broke
down, letting his end of the trunk go to the ground with a thud.
He gasped out:-
"0 Polly, 'et-me-go-back-kiss-mine-mamma good-
Polly dropped the trunk too, and put her arms around Rob-
bie, saying, Don't cry, my darnie son."
Robbie laughed through his tears, and said: "'Oo never


says 'my darnie son.' My mamma says that to me."
Polly was annoyed, and answered, "Well, you always stop
crying when mamma says it to you."
She wiped away his tears with her own handkerchief, then
asked him for his. He felt in his pocket, and, not finding it,
he bit his lip, and shook his head, saying:-
It 'ost, I 'pose; 'orn will do fo' bof."
It was a small handkerchief, and was now wet with tears.
She spread it out on the top of the trunk to dry. Polly looked
back toward home, and, turning quickly to Robbie, she said:-
Let's go. Downey Boone is coming."
They picked up their trunk and started as fast as they
could walk towards the depot. Downey,Boone was not a pleas-
ant boy to meet. Indeed, the little Roseberrys looked upon
him as a terror. This was the first time they had ever seen
him away from their home. They had often watched him
through the iron fence of the garden, pretty much as they would
have looked at a wild animal. It was his way, whenever he
saw them out in the garden, to grin, turn somersaults, hand-
springs, and make hideous faces at them, until they would rush
into the house in fright.
When he saw our little friends, he hastened his step to
overtake them, and, just as he caught up with them, he said:--
"Now I have got you kids at last. Where you taking that
big Saratoga trunk?"
Polly looked at him with a look of brave defiance, which
astonished him; he turned to Robbie, and, brushing his long
curls down with his rough, dirty hand, he said:-


"I can sell this mop of yours for twenty dollars, and you
will be the better for getting rid of it."
He took out of his pocket a large knife, and was about to
cut Robbie's hair off, or pretended to do so, when the children
dropped the trunk, and Polly said in a trembling voice:-
"Please let his curls be; they are so pretty."
He answered, "They are that, and that is the reason I
want 'em."
Robbie pulled away from him and put his arm around.
his sister. Downey laughed and said:-
"You think you are as big as your dad."
As he spoke, a tall gentleman came around the corner, and
at once understood what Downey was doing. He raised his.
cane and said:-
"You march up the street, or I will give you this stick;'"
and he shook it at him as if he really intended to do so.
Downey put his knife in his pocket and walked in the direc-
tion he was told, looking back to see if the gentleman was going
to see him out of sight. That he was, and was going to stand
on the corner until the children were out of his way. He asked
Polly her name, and said he knew her father well. Polly
thanked him with her sweetest smile, and Robbie said:-
"I 'ish 'oo keep 'at bad boy away; he so dirty."
He was indeed very unsightly, with soiled face, hands, and
clothes, in h:s bare feet, with several of his toes tied up, but
withal a pretty face, that could not be hid by soil.
Polly and Robbie took up the little trunk again, and went
on their way, looking back to see if they were safe.


When they reached the depot, they put the trunk down,
and sat on it to rest. Two dusky maidens stood on the plat-
form, waiting for the train; one of them was dressed in a red
dress and a very gay hat. She came near the children. Look-
ing well pleased, she said:-
"Little lady, have your fortune told ?"
Polly got up and backed away from her. Robbie followed.
She came near and said in a loud whisper:-
"I can tell you ever so much. You and your brother are
going to the city to see the sights. You didn't tell ycur
As she said this, she looked down at the little pinafore, and
then at their best hats. Polly was greatly alarmed, and drew
near to Robbie, and they clasped their arms about each other,
and looked at the fortune teller in dread. Polly recovered her-
self enough to say:-
"Chrissy said you would kid'ap little children, and I am
afraid of you."
As she said this, a crowd of people got out of the hotel
hack, and came near the children, and the whistle of the coming
train caused the woman to go a little distance from them. The
puffing engine rolled near and stopped. Polly pushed through
the crowd to look for the conductor's cap with a brass plate on
it. He passed by her as he went to the eating house, and, seeing
Polly about to speak, he stopped and leaned down to hear what
she had to say:-
Mr. Conductor, will you please help us on the train, and
our trunk, too?" she said.


He smiled into the sweet face-and said, "Where's your
She looked distressed, and, taking her little purse from her
pocket, she said, "I can pay the money, will that do?"
He had already made up his mind about the little ones, and
said under his breath, "Runaways, by Jove!"
He raised up and looked about. Robbie looked at him
and said:-
"Mine papa will pay 'oo; he got plenty money; he got
twenty bits."
He thought Polly didn't have enough to buy their tickets,
and he wished to let the conductor know that his father
was good for at least twenty bits more. The conductor saw
someone coming, and beckoned for him. Polly and Robbie
both turned to see, and there stood their father and their tall
friend. The children were delighted to see their father, for they
were beginning to think that home was the safest place for
them. Polly sprang into his arms, and Robbie hugged his legs
with delight. Their papa was astonished at seeing his little
children in such a place, and said:-
"What brought my babies down here?"
Polly said with a shy little smile: "We wanted to see the
show. Will you please e'cuse us ? I so sorry now."
Their new friend, Dr. Todd, stood by smiling, and when
Polly looked up at him, he said:-
I had the pleasure of seeing you a little while ago. Where
is that great trunk you were carrying?"


Polly looked in the direction where she had left it, and it
was gone. She was surprised and asked Robbie, but he could
not tell anything about it. Just then Downey Boone shot
around the corner of the waiting room, and caught hold of the
trunk, just as the fortune teller put it behind her to keep any-
one from seeing it. He pulled it out of her hand, and brought
it to Polly, saying:-
"She [pointing to the girl] would steal a cracker from a
parrot. I know all of her tricks."
Mr. Roseberry thanked Downey, and asked him if he
would carry it to the house. Of course he was glad to do so,
and, putting it on his shoulder, marched off.
Dr. Todd had stopped at their papa's office, who walked
down to see him off on the train. He had mentioned seeing
the little children on the street, but nothing more. Papa led
his children home, who were very penitent. They met Chrissy
running down toward the depot, hunting them. She was dread-
fully frightened, as she now remembered seeing the fortune teller
pass the house soon after the children went out to play. Mamma,
too, was out looking for them, and hugged and kissed them as
if they had just returned from the city.
Downey Boone put the little trunk down, and said, with a
provoking laugh: "You kids better get me to be your capen
next time you be goen to the show. I'll see you through all
Papa gave him a dollar, and he was highly delighted to get
such a big piece of money.


After papa and mamma went into the house, Robbie called
out to Downey, who was now out on the street, "'Oo know any
niche stories ?'
He turned around and smiled at Robbie, then came back
to the steps, and said, "Yes, I know the finest pumpkin story
you ever heard, a pumpkin goen home to make pies out of, all
by itself."
Polly and Robbie looked more than interested. They
fairly plead for the story with their sweet, big eyes. They
were very fond of pumpkin custards, such as Chrissy made.
They sat down on the top step, folded their hands, and waited
for Downey to begin.
Downey was delighted with his little audience, and, as he
balanced himself on the lowest step, he said:-
"Well, we lived on the ranch last year, and one Saturday
mornen' my maw told me to go up to the pumpkin patch and
get the biggest fellow I could find, a real cushy. She wanted to
make pies for Sunday. I took Snap, my dog, with me up the
hill to the patch, and we found one big enough for a fair. Well,
I couldn't lift it, neither could Snap, so I just give her a good
start down the long hill. Snap and me started after her. She
went bumpen' and a-bumpen' down, maken' straight for the house.
When she got twenty feet from the kitchen door, she struck a
big bowlder and jumped ten feet in the air, and next thing she
landed on the kitchen floor and busted in a dozen pieces.
"Spy, the old cat, fizzed like a skyrocket, and maw's dog,
Butter (he was named that cause he was so 'yollar'), ran and
yelped like he was half killed."


Polly ventured to say, "And what did your mamma say?"
"Oh, she did turn jest as white as her pie crust, and went for
me with the rollen' pin! I run and hid under the house till she
would cool off, then I went and peeped in at the winder, and
there was maw at the table, rollen' out the pie crust, and she had
a little smile tucked away-in the corners of her mouth, and when
she saw me she laughed and called out:-
"'You come in here and clean up this pumpkin, or I will
put you straight to bed.'"
Robbie wanted to know if he got the pumpkin pies.
"You bet; I did get a big one all to myself."
The children were vexed when Chrissy came out and took
them in. They looked back and thanked Downey, and he went
home as happy as a lark.
Very early the next morning the large carriage was brought
up, and, after stowing away in its capacious space, lunch basket,
papers, books, wraps, and rugs, the children were lifted in, and
then auntie and mamma and papa all got in. Papa shook the
reins, and away went Bay and Sorrel, just as fast as their feet
could carry them.
Robbie said, "Now we are weally on the way to a picnic."
It was a lovely ride. For miles the road was smooth and
level, but near the foothills it became rolling like billows, what
the ranch people call hog wallows, and then came a dreary
piece of country, destitute of flowers or growth of any sort. It
looked like a mighty ocean, rolling its muddy waves one over


Polly's mamma said it reminded her of a young English
gentleman who was once driving over the plains, and was in
the midst of one of these dry oceans before he noticed it. He
stood up in the buggy and looked all around him, and, with an
exclamation of amazement, cried, We are out of sight of dry
The party at last came upon a beautiful green field full of
grain, where the clear water ran along the road in a ditch, fresh
and cold from the mountain stream. Polly asked if they were
nearly there, and her papa said, "Almost in sight of the San
Joaquin River." When they came to a steep bluff, glossy Sorrel
took the ascent in leaps, but steady Bay climbed it with sure,
firm steps. When they reached the top, they could see the
beautiful river for miles and miles away.
They selected a lovely spot under some giant sycamore
trees, close by the pretty stream; and how glad Polly and Rob-
bie were to be out and free to run about!
The horses were unharnessed and given a cool drink, and
tied to a drooping limb of a tree.
Auntie tied the bottles of milk to the end of the carriage
whip, and let them down into the river to cool.
While they were all having lunch, they were startled by a
crash and a groan. There were the horses lying on the ground,
rolling and struggling with the hitching lines and the broken
branch of the tree. They did look so funny. When Sorrel
got to his feet, he looked wickedly at Bay, who was still on the
ground, as though he thought all the fault was Bay's.


They had pulled too heavily on the limb, and it broke, and
all went down in a heap together.
Papa tried to teach his little girl and boy to fish, but not a
fish did Polly or Robbie catch.
Robbie got discouraged and declared, "If I don't soon get
a trout, I'll make somebody eat dis piece o' bacom." His bait
was a bit of bacon.
Polly said, "Papa, I think your pole must be better than
mine; lend me yours, and you just lie down there and read your
Argonaut while the babies fish."
At five o'clock the picnic party started homeward.
The grand mountains looked so near, in their purple wraps
and snowy hoods, that Polly asked to drive around that way
Before reaching home, a full moon rose, and Robbie reached
out his hands and shouted, "I 'ont 'e moon in here in mine 'ap."
His father told him it was so very large the horses could
not pull it.
He answered: "It doesn't 'ook lawge to me; it on'y 'bout
as big as mine dinna p'ate."
They were two tired, happy children when they got home,
but Polly said she would be quite rested enough to go to the
San Joaquin again next day.
After the children were asleep, mamma took a lighted can-
dle, and went in the nursery to see her darlings.
It was a cozy, cheerful room, a dark red carpet, and walnut
furniture, their bookcase well filled with storybooks, picture


books and two big scrapbooks, that mamma made for them last
Christmas. A door opening on a little gallery, all their own,
overlooks the prettiest part of the flower garden. In a corner
are their toys, the dolls all snugly put to bed, except Tommie,
who is a little tramp, and sleeps on the gatepost, or in a tree, as
often as in a bed.
The dainty white bed to the left is Polly's. The bed to
the right is Robbie's. Poor Dickey Dan, he looked so tired, his
chubby hands thrown up above his head, and his round cheeks
brighter for being so much in the sunshine!
Mamma leans over him and kisses his tempting bit of a
mouth, and then lingers over her girlie, till Polly half rouses from
her sleep, and dreamily says:-
"Good-night, dear mamma, happy dreams. Do you love
me ?"

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O NE of the greatest pleasures our little Polly had was to
go up to the grand mountains every summer and stay
two or three months. Her parents, Robbie, and auntie
were almost as glad as she was when the time came to start.
The hot weather made them long for the cool, shady cottage
near the big hotel in the Yosemite Valley.
Polly well remembered the delightful stage rides, fishing
parties, picnics, wild flower hunts, and ever so many other
pleasures. She had been talking about them to Robbie, and
reminded him of the trip they were soon to take.
When her father came to dinner, she called out to him,
"Papa, when are we going to start?"
"Start where, my sweet pet?"
"To the mountains, sir."
He answered, "Next week I think we will get off."
She just danced and laughed for joy, saying, "I am joyedd
over going so soon."
When dinner was over, she took mamma's hand and said:
"Mamma, dear, will you please come to the playroom with me,
and help me select my dolls and toys to take with me?"
All the time she chatted away about the journey. Once she
stopped and said: "Mamma, do you know I will 'joy this time so


much, 'cause Eugene is going too? Oh, he is so kind to us and
does make such fun for bubba and me, and is never cross like
other boys!"
Eugene was the son of Doctor and Mrs. Hilbrace, of
San Francisco, very old and dear friends of the family. Polly
was very fond of him. One reason was he had known her dear
mamma before she was married, and had told her all about the
wedding and lovely bride himself. She never tired hearing
about mamma's life before she knew her. He was nine years
old then and fifteen now. He was one of those manly boys, tall
for his age, broad shoulders, dark complexion, and large, dark
eyes, with a ripple of fun in their depths, rather a large mouth,
with beautiful teeth, and a lovely disposition. Everybody loved
Next week did seem so long to Polly, and the number of
times she asked, "How many more days to wait, dear mamma?"
would be hard to count. Mamma allowed Polly to help pack
her own trunk, and she knew every little dress in it.
At last the morning came. Our little travelers were up and
dressed bright and early. You may believe Polly was delighted
when the stage drove up to the gate, with four fine, fast horses
hitched to it, and Eugene and his parents inside. They greeted
the Roseberys with-joy, and Eugene sprang out and caught
Polly up in his arms, and lifted her to her seat. Robbie, too,
was placed by her side, and then the rest of the Roseberys and
auntie took their seats. Robbie called to Eugene:--
"Here is a goodie soft p'ace right here for 'oo."


It was just the place for him; he thought so too. Mrs.
Hilbrace had brought two boxes of candies for the children, and
as she kissed them, she gave them to our little friends, saying:
"You see I did not forget my promise to bring you some
Polly's ready little tongue and eyes expressed thanks for the
Polly recognized the horses in the lead, and called to the
driver, "I see Starlight and Bob Westfall."
"You are correct," he answered. I brought them down
yesterday to carry you up part of the way. All aboard! Gee-
ap," he called out, and away the horses fairly flew, miles and
miles across the plains; and the children did have a jolly time,
with Eugene sitting between them, eating candy. They had
so much to tell him about Sylvan Hall, the big hotel, and
their own cottage near it. Polly informed him that they took
their meals at the hotel, and Robbie attempted to tell him about
their drive through the "big tree," but the thoughts came so
fast that he could not speak. He caught Eugene by the arm,
and raised his big, lovely eyes up to him. "'Oo 'ill see," was all
he could say. Eugene understood, and told him so.
The big tree and a drive through it was a treat, even to
those who had seen it before. A four-horse stage could pass
through the middle and leave plenty of room on either side.
The stage always stopped to let the passengers see the wonder-
ful tree.
Polly told Eugene about pony Frank, and the long


rides she had taken
on him when she
went out to hunt with
her papa. Echo, the
large white dog, was
talked of, and his
many tricks related
to Eugene. Some of
them could not well
be forgotten, such as
tearing clothes from
the line, and carrying
off their shoe; and
everything else he
could get was de-
stroyed or eaten up.
But Polly thought
he was all the more
interesting for that.
"It is very funny and
'telligent in him,mam-
ma," she would say
when he had destroyed
some valuable article.
You would be amused
if you could see her
when mamma gets
her riding whip out


for him; she tries to cover him up by leaning over him,
and the rogue will keep just as still as you would if you were
hiding behind the door from someone. Eugene was much
interested in Echo, and appreciated his many tricks, for he was
fond of dogs.
Fresh horses were put in now, before they began to ascend
the foothills, but our little ones were almost asleep; even the
jack-rabbits, as they bounded by, failed to interest them. They
A'sted their h.eadqagainst Eugene, and he tenderly protected
them from falling.
Noon came before they woke, and when the stage halted
at Granite Gulch, the place where they were to rest an hour and
take lunch, they opened their eyes in wonder to see where they
were. Polly loved this place for many reasons, and she began
to tell Eugene all about it, just while they were busy getting
out and dusting off, ready for lunch. The pots of bright gera-
niums on the window sills pleased her fancy, and she put her
small nose close to them, saying. "You dear creatures! I knew
you would be out here to see me."


HE delicious lunch, and neat, smart waiting maids, dressed
L in pink dresses and white aprons, who served in the din-
ing room, were so attractive to her.
"We always have cherry pie here," she whispered to,
Eugene. "The seeds are in them, but ?7.'aTe-!ovely pies."
Her merry eyes showed she knew a better word to express
her meaning.
All were hungry, and did enjoy the bountiful supply of
good things. Soon the rattling of the stage, as it drove from
the stables, reminded our friends that the time was nearly up,
and when the driver called out, "All aboard," and no one in
yet, Robbie walked out to the door and said, with considerable
wrath in his voice:-
"Polly not ready. 'Oo say, 'All bode;' nobody in yet," and
then went back to tell his sister to take her time to finish her
lunch. He'll wait fo' 'oo."
A few minutes and all were seated again, and the four
strong,agile grays were straining every muscle to climb the moun-
tain side. It was pleasing to hear the sound of their hoofs on
the rocky road, and to smell the sweet odor of the pine trees.
The road wound in and out until they reached Eagle
Pass, the highest point on the road; here they always stopped
to rest the horses and enjoy the splendid view.

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