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 Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Frontispiece
 Title Page
 The book of Christmas and...
 The book of playmates
 The book of dollies
 The book of dicky-birds
 The book of pussy cats
 The book of bow-wows
 The book of beasts
 The book of birds
 The book of fishes
 Back Cover
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Title: A Christmas box of pretty stories
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Title: A Christmas box of pretty stories
Physical Description: 1 v. (unpaged) : ill. (some col.) ; 26 cm.
Language: English
Creator: McLoughlin Bros., inc ( Publisher )
Publisher: McLoughlin Bros.
Place of Publication: New York
Publication Date: [1895?]
 Subjects
Subject: Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Amusements -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Play -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Animals -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Natural history -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1895   ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1895
Genre: Children's stories
Spatial Coverage: United States -- New York -- New York
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General Note: Date of publication from inscription.
General Note: Contains fiction and non-fiction.
General Note: Frontispiece printed in colors.
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
    Front Matter
        Front Matter
    Frontispiece
        Frontispiece
    Title Page
        Title Page
    The book of Christmas and winter-time
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    The book of playmates
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    The book of pussy cats
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    The book of beasts
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    The book of birds
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If T-IE WIJJD AND T ,-IE SJ.OW.
PooR unfortunate Joe!
All his rounds he must go,
Through the thick driving snow,
When the fierce wind doth blow.
Sighs heigho, and heigho!
For the wind and the snow.

His stiff fingers he blows,
And he stamps his cold toes,
And he rubs his poor nose,
Which is red as a rose.
Sighs heigho, and heighol
For the wind and the snow.

This is little Meg Lee,
With her heart full of glee.
Always laughing is she,
And as brisk as a bee.
Sings heigho, and heigho!
For the wind and the snow.

Off to school she will run,
Be it cloud, be it sun,
For to her it's all one;
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EVA AJND WILFRED.

WHEN Eva and Wilfred looked out of the nursery window one
morning, they clapped their hands with joy, for all, the ground
was white with snow.
They had never seen snow before in all their lives, for they
had been born in Africa. Lately. they had come to live with
their grandfather in England, and when -the weather began to
grow cold they had asked every day if Jacky Frost and Tommy
Snow would come soon.
"Tommy Snow .has
come at last," said their
aunt. "After breakfast we
will wrap ourselves up and
go out and make his
acquaintance. And then we
will decorate the rooms with
holly, for you know to-
morrow is Christmas day."
"Oh, that will be fun ".
cried Wilfred.
".Do you remember last
Christmas?" said Eva.
"Papa and mamma made a
Christmas tree, to make it
like an English Christmas."
"And- we had turkey
and plum-pudding too."
Yes ; and how sur-
prised all the black people
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a Christmas tree before, and they wondered what sort of a tree
it could be that had flames growing on it instead of flowers."
"And every one got a present off it," said Eva, "the little
black children and all."
I wonder what they would think if they could see this jolly
white snow!" cried Wilfred. Please, auntie, do let us go out
at once."
So auntie took the two children out to see what the snow
was like.
Their grandfather's was a great house, with high walls all
round it. Outside the walls there was a large park, full of
beautiful trees, and a river ran through it, and wild deer lived
beneath the trees.
The trees were all
covered with fresh white
snow, which sparkled in
the sunshine, and the
ground was spread with
the soft white carpet. The
children ran about and
enjoyed their walk very
much.
i"Oh, look, auntie, there'
is a deer!" cried Wilfred.
The pretty creature
turned its head at the
sound of Wilfred's voice. -
"Hush said auntie
in a whisper, they are
very timid; let us stand
still, and see what it will
do."









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So they stood still and watched the deer. It ran down to
the river's brink to drink, but the water was frozen hard. The
deer put out a foot and stamped upon the ice, and made a hole,
and drank some water, and was running away.
Then auntie called gently, and held out a piece of -bread she
had brought on purpose.
The deer knew her voice, and came timidly up and took the
bread from her hand. Then it scampered off in a great hurry,
because it was half afraid of Eva and Wilfred, as they were
strangers.
"The deer will soon learn to know you too if you bring
them something to eat, and don't run after them and frighten
them," said auntie.
As they were returning from their walk they saw some of
the gamekeepers. One was carrying some dead hares strung on
the gamekeepers. One was cai~rying~isome dead hares strung- on





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a pole, and one was leading a horse
with a large dead stag on its back.
Your uncle and his friends have
been out shooting," said auntie. "We
shall be having some venison for dinner
soon. We shall not starve, even though
we are snowed up."
"When I grow big, will uncle let
me have a gun and go out and shoot
tco?" asked Wilfred.
"I should not like to shoot the
Spoor animals," said Eva. "I would
x rather run about and play with them."
When they reached the house, Wil-
fred got some crumbs to feed the poor little birds, who were so
hungry that they came flying to the window when they saw the
food.
Then Wilfred went outside again, and got some of the men
to tie a sheaf of corn to the top of a long pole stuck in the ground,
and that made a fine feast for the poor hungry birds.
"I am afraid
we shall not be ~_
able to walk to --
church to-day,"
said auntie on
Christmas morn-
ing, "the snow is
so very deep. We
must have the
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children; "we have never been
in a sledge."
So the sledge was brought
round to the door, and they
were all well wrapped up in
furs, and set off, the little bells
on the horses making pleasant
music as they glided along.
The snow had drifted into
heaps beneath the great bare
trees in the park, and the roofs
of the houses in the village
were covered with it. Every-
thing was still and white. If Wilfred and Eva had never seen
snow before, they were to see plenty of it now.
On the way home from church they left their auntie's Christ-
mas presents at the houses of all the poor people in the village;
and very glad the poor old women were of the warm blankets
and petticoats, and the little children of the toys and plum-
puddings.
Just outside the park gates they passed by some large sheds,
where the poor sheep were huddling together to keep each other
warm.
The sky was growing very dark, and large white flakes of
snow were beginning to fall. The sheep seemed to know that
more snow was coming, for they were making a great baa-
baaing.
A little farther on they met the shepherd carrying a sheep
in his arms.
Auntie stopped the sledge, a'nd asked the shepherd if the
sheep was ill.
"It's nearly frozen to death. miss," said the shepherd; the




SEVA AND WILFRED.


silly creature ran away from the others, and I found it an hour
ago all by itself on the roadside; it had lost its way, the silly
thing, and if I had not happened to come by it would have been
dead by now."
"And do you think you will save it?"
"Yes, I hope so. I am going to take it to the house, and
my wife will make a cup of hot strong tea, and pour it over its
throat. I think that will bring it round."
The children laughed at
the idea of giving a sheep
tea to drink, but their
auntie told them
that they often
gave animals
hot tea for
medicine
when they
were ill.
The snow
was coming
down very
thick and
fast before
they reached
home, and they
were glad enough
to warm.themselves by
the great Christmas
'fire, and to enjoy
the turkey
and plum-
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DADDY f OX.


j ADDY FOX looked out one night,
'When the moon was shining bright;
Though the ground was white with snow.
Well he knew which way to go.
Daddy Fox he was a thief,
His ill deeds would pass belief:
Eggs he loved, and chickens too;
Where to find them fresh he knew.
Straight across the fields he sped,
Till he reached a poultry shed;
Soft and stealthy, in he crept,
While the old hens soundly slept.
Half-a-dozen eggs he ate,
And some chickens--six or eight;
Renard then went home again,
Well rewarded for his pain.
But the next day, with a shout,
Men and hounds turned Renard out;
After him they ran all day,
And at eve,,did poor Fox slay.





DADDY FOX.





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THE BIRDS.

0 PITY the poor little
birds in the trees,
For this cold is enough
to make their blood
freeze.
The swallows, long since,
they have all flown
away
To a land of soft winds
and of sunshine all
day.


But the robins and
sparrows, they stay
with us here,
Not the wind, or the
frost, or the snow
do they fear;
They ruffle their feathers, and crowd close together,
And keep themselves warm in the bitterest weather.


The crows come in flocks, and they make such a clatter,
That often one wonders what can be the matter.
So I'm sure that, dear children, you gladly will give
Lots of crumbs to the dickies to help them to live.





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MAX Tj-IE FORESTER.

A LONG time ago there was a poor
man named Max. He lived in a hut
in the midst of a great forest, and
got his living any way he could.
In the winter he used to cut
loads of firewood, and drag them up
the steep snowy road to the castle.
A rich Baron lived in the castle. The
Baron had always been a very good
friend to Max and his family, and
Max would have done anything in
the world- for the Baron.
The Baron had one daughter, the
Lady Olga. She was very sweet and
very beautiful, and she was called the
Flower of the Forest, and every one
loved her.
But the Baron had a bitter enemy,
a Count who lived on the other side
of the forest. The Count was a bad
man, and was always trying to do
the Baron some harm.
Once the Baron had been out.
hunting for some days. When he came home one evening, tired
and hungry, his daughter Olga did not run to meet him as usual.
"Where is the Lady Olga?" he cried.
But no one knew, for the Lady Olga and her companion, the
Lady Vera, had disappeared. They, hunted everywhere, but the
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It is my enemy's
-- doings!" cried the
---- ---:- ...:--- --- Baron; "the Count
S.I-- has stolen my daughter,
4 the Flower of the
-- -,- -
Forest. I must go
S and seek her and her
companion."
Then the Baron
sent for Max, the
faithful forester. He
knew that Max would
willingly risk his life
to save the Lady Olga,
and in all the country
round no one knew the forest roads like Max, or could drive so
well in the snow.
Will you go with me to rescue the Lady Olga?" said the
Baron..
Right willingly will I go, my Lord Baron," said Max.
So three swift horses were harnessed to a sledge. The Baron
and Max were well wrapped up in furs, and they set off on their
midnight journey.
All the land lay deep in snow, but the full round moon
made the road as bright as day, and they went smoothly and
silently along, for the soft snow hushed all sound.
Then suddenly there was a fainf, distant cry; it was very
faint at first, but in a minute came again, nearer and more
distinct. And the men's hearts stood still with fear, for well
they knew what the cry was.
"Max," said the Baron in a hoarse whisper, "do you hear ?
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Yes, my Lord Baron," answered
Max ; but with God's help we will
escape them. I know of a house not
far distant." Then Max cracked his
whip, and tightened his reins, and cried
to his horses,-
"Now, my beauties, show us what
you are made of. Fly- fly; think of
the Baron and the fair Lady Olga."
And the horses seemed to understand,
/ for they did fly-like the wind.
SBut the wolves flew faster still--
they flew like the lightning.
On came the cruel beasts, nearer and nearer. The cry had
become a howl, and now the Baron could hear their panting close
behind; he could almost feel their hot breath. And he knew
that they were thirsting for his blood. Once he ventured to turn
his head and look over his shoulder, and in the moonlight he
saw his pursuers, with their gleaming fiery eyes, and their long
red tongues-a whole pack of twenty or thirty hungry wolves.
Oh, what a drive that was! The horses knew the danger
as well as their driver, and it almost seemed as if they must
have had wings.
At last they saw a light. It came from a lonely house in
the very heart of the forest.
With a mighty effort the horses reached the house. The
Baron gave a loud cry, and the door was flung open-but not
one moment too soon, for the wolves were only a yard or two
off by this time.
Half-frozen, the Baron and Max were dragged into the house
by the women, while the men began to unloose the horses.
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MAX THE FORESTER.

women of the house. And outside they heard the fierce wolves
yelling and howling with rage and disappointment at having lost
their prey just when it was within reach.
When the travellers had a little come to themselves, the
mistress of the house said,-
"I fear me, good sirs, you must make shift with but rough
quarters, for we have other visitors in the house to-night; but to
---- such as we have
you are welcome."
Other visi-
----- tors exclaimed
the Baron. "Are
they ladies ?"
Two 'are
serving men,
answered the
woman, "and two
are ladies,-at
least so I reckon,
but they are so
closely veiled that
it is hard to say
what they are."
"Let me see
them instantly,"
said the Baron.
"But I dare

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Them, I say, and if they are those of
gs whom I am in search, I will give
you one hundred golden pieces," said
the Baron.
Well, well, if you are so deter-
mined, follow me," said the woman;
1 stand she led the way to a room up-
stairs, where two ladies were sitting
side by side, closely covered all over
with long thick veils. She lifted the
veil of the first lady, and there the
Baron beheld indeed the face of his
beloved daughter, who threw herself
upon his neck, and began to weep
for joy
You can imagine the joy of the
Baron and of the good Max. All
the dangers of the road were for-
= gotten now they had found the Lady
Olga.
The next day they got a carriage, and plenty of men with
guns to keep off the wolves, and they all went back to the
castle.
The Baron gave Max a comfortable house to live in, and so
much money that he was able to buy some warm coats and hats
for his two little girls, Gretchen and Irma; and he was able to
send his son Fritz to be a sailor, which was what the boy always
wished. And the first time Fritz climbed the mast he tied a
branch to the top, 'to show that he was the son of a forester.
And from that day forward, Max and his family had better
friends than ever in the good Baron and his beautiful daughter,
the Flower of the Forest.







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TJE pLUM-PUDDIl\G.

O, LITTLE CHILDREN,
come away,
t For it will soon be
Christmas day;
A nice plum pudding
we must make,
c For dear old Father
Christmas' sake.

Jemima, you may
stone the plums,
And Johnny, grate
some fine bread-
crumbs;
Susan, with care, the
eggs shall beat;
So all shall help to
make the treat.

Mother will cut the citron nice,
And weigh the flour and the spice;
Sugar and suet don't forget,
Nor some new milk to make all' wet.

Then in a large, clean kitchen bowl,
With greatest care we'll. mix the whole:,
And each good child shall have a wish,
As she helps stir the Christmas dish.





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IRAVE .JNNIE.

JOHN WRIGHT was a
servant on a farm in the
north country, among the
mountains, beside a large
lake. He had one little
daughter, named Annie.
SShe was a very good little
grass, girl, and did all she could
to help her father and
i. mother.
John Wright had to
Attend to the cattle and
sheep, and in the cold
winter weather he often had a hard enough time of it.
One year they thought the winter was gone, for the snow
had all disappeared, and the sun had been shining brightly for
some days, and every one was hoping for an early spring.
The weather was so mild that in the mornings Annie had
driven the sheep up to the mountain-side to feed on the fresh
grass, and she fetched them home in the evenings to their night
shelter under some great wooden sheds.
There was already one little lamb, and very proud its mother
was of it, and a great pet it was with every one, especially with
Annie.
One morning Annie drove the sheep up to the hills as usual,
and the little lamb and its mother went along with the rest.
As Annie was returning home, she felt that the wind had
turned very sharp and cold. About noon the sky grew black
with heavy clouds, .and great flakes of snow began to fall.




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"Dear me," said Mrs. Wright,
"I am afraid we are going to have
more snow; how black it is across the
lake "
Soon the snow was coming down
so fast that the air was quite thick o.
with it, and John Wright came hurry-
ing in to tell Annie to run at once
to fetch home the sheep, or the road i
would be blocked with snow.
There is going to be a bad
storm, i fear," he said. "I would go with you, Annie, but we
men must all set to work to get in a store of food for ourselves
and the cattle, or we shall be starved out."
"'I will go with you, Annie," said her mother.
But brave little Annie would not hear of such a thing, for
her mother was not at all strong.
So off the little girl set, like little Bo-peep, in search of her
sheep. The wind was bitterly cold, and the thick. driving snow
almost blinded her. But she put her skirt over her head, and
ran to the pasture-land as fast as she could.
The sheep
were all hud-
dling close to-
gether to keep
each other
warm. As
soon as they
heard Annie's
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they knew her voice. But the poor little lamb could not run so
fast as the rest, and finding itself left alone, it began to bleat
very piteously. Its mother heard its voice, and ran back to it,
and began to cry "baa-baa."
Annie ran back to them, and gently lifted the lamb in her
arms, and wrapping it carefully in her skirt carried it away, and
its mother ran bleating at her side.
It was nearly dark by the time Annie reached home with
her flock of sheep behind her. She counted them as she drove
them into the sheds, and one was missing.
So back the brave little girl turned, and soon she found the
lost sheep on the roadside. She tied a. string to its neck, and
led it to the house. On the road she met her father on horse-
back, with his good
dog Rover running
at his side.
Why, father, it
is almost dark, and
the snow is getting
worse--where are you
going?" asked Annie.
"Your mother is
not well. I am going
for the doctor. I
shall be back soon,"
said John Wright.
When Annie heard
this, she made haste
to get home, where
she helped her mother
to bed, and sat by her
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The doctor said Mrs. Wright must be kept warm in bed,
and that some one must come to his house the next day to
get some medicine for her.
The next morning Annie said she was going off to the
doctor's to fetch her mother's medicine.
"But the roads are all blocked with snow," said her father;
"the only way you could get there would be by the lake, and
that is frozen."
"I could skate better go together-
across the lake," but it is a terribly
said Annie for bad day."
Annie was a So Annie
good skater. was well
Sam wrapped up,
must go at and she and
any rate," said Sam skated
her father; across the lake
"but he does to the village on
not know the way the other side,
to the doctor's where the doctor
house, so you had lived in a beautiful
old house that had been turned into a hospital.
The doctor was so much pleased with Annie's bravery for
coming out on such a bad day, that he took her into his own
room, and gave her some hot coffee and something to eat.
Then she skated back across the lake, with her mother's
medicine safely packed in a basket. And I am glad to tell yofi
that the medicine was in time to cure Mrs. Wright, who got
quite well again. And the snowstorm .did not last very long, so
that Annie was soon able to go back to the mountain-side with
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CHAPTER I.
LITTLE MAY came running in from the garden with
S her arms full of flowers, and a wreath on her head.
"Look, mamma!" she cried, Sister Bella has
made me a crown of flowers, because it is my
birthday."
i l "Yes, my darling, it is a beautiful crown," said.
May's mamma, as she took the child in her arms
and gave her a kiss, "and the weather is so fine
and warm that I am going to take you to see
Uncle and Aunt James. You are to stay a whole
week to play with your little cousins. Will not
that be a grand birthday treat ?"
"Oh, how lovely!" cried May; and she
danced about, clapping her hands for joy.
May had only her sister Bella at home to
play with, and there was nothing she liked
better than to stay with her little cousins.
Very soon May and her mother set off in
the carriage. May chattered very fast about all
the fine games she would have with her cousins.
"I hope you will be a very good
little girl
while you are
away, and do
all that Aunt
Fanny tells
you," -said
her mother.
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CHAPTER II.

0 look, mamma!" cried May, "there is Kitty in
the garden gathering a rose, and there is Aunt
Fanny at the window, with Ethel blowing
bubbles. Oh, I wonder whether auntie will
let me blow bubbles too!"
They had reached Uncle James's house.
It was a large house, with a beautiful garden
all round it, and beyond the garden were
some pleasant sunny meadows, and a shady
wood, where the children loved to play.
When Aunt Fanny saw the carriage
1 drive up, she ran to the door to receive her
visitors.
"Auntie, dear, I see Harry and Flora in
the meadow, may I go to them?" asked May.
Yes, my dear, run off," said her aunt, "but don't let
Harry take you into mis-
chief." -
May soon reached her .-.' '.
little cousins, who were
having a fine game to-
gether. Flora pretended
that she had been caught 7
in a shower of rain, and
was crouching under an .
umbrella, and Harry was .
pouring water upon the I, .-.
umbrella, for rain, out of
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--. Harry laughed when he
^ saw May coming, for he was
very fond of his cousin.
"You must be caught in
the rain now," he cried, "and
Sget under the umbrella too.
SFlora,- you must make room for
S May; there is plenty of room
for both."
The children played at this
Game for some time, then Flora
got tired of it, and ran off into
a bank of flowers, and began
Sto pick big daisies.
Come along into the
house and see the baby," said
Harry to May. So May ran
off with Harry to the nursery, for she dearly loved the baby.
Flora was so busy gathering big daisies that she did not
see that the other two were running away.
When she looked up and saw that they were just going out
at the gate on the other side of the meadow, she began to run
after them, for she did not like to be left alone; but they ran
so fast, that she could not catch them, so the poor little thing
sat plump down in the middle of some long grass, and thrust
her fist into her eyes, and began to cry most piteously.
Kitty, the eldest girl, was busy working in her garden on
the other side of -the hedge when she heard the sound of a child
crying. She stopped from her work and listened, and then
peeped through a hole in the hedge, and saw poor little Flora
all alone on the other side of the meadow.
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garden gate into the field to the help of her sister, for Kitty
was a very kind-hearted child, and if any of her little brothers
or sisters got into trouble, she was always the first to try to
comfort them.
By the time she had reached the other side of the meadow,
poor Flora was crying louder than ever.
Why, Flora, that is a face !" cried Kitty; "whatever is the
matter ?"
"Harry and May are nasty things," sobbed Flora; "they
have run away, and I can't catch them."
Never mind, Flora; you shall come along with me," said
Kitty, wiping the little girl's eyes, and kissing her.





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CHAPTER III.

DON'T cry; come along with me,
and we will have a swing," said Kitty.
Then she took the little girl by
the hand, and led her into the garden,
and round to the back of the house,
where there was a fine swing fastened
to the .branches of a large tree. The
seat of the swing was so wide that
Stwo children could sit on it side by
side.
Kitty and Flora had a nice long
swing together, and soon Flora's tears
were all dried up, and she was quite
happy again.
While the sisters were having
their ride in the swing, Harry and May
ran into the house. First they went
into the nursery and saw the baby,
who was sitting up in his high chair, wrapped round with a
blanket.
Baby knew that May's was a strange face, and he put
his thumb into his mouth and cried, Boo-boo I" when she
laughed and made funny faces at him.
Harry soon grew tired of playing with the baby.
"I say, May," he said, "would you like to see the new
picture papa is painting? He is gone out now, so if you like
we will go into his room and get a peep at it."
So they ran downstairs and into the studio-that. was the
naren, of the room where Uncle James painted his pictures.





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in the studio they found Tom, who was always up to
mischief, sitting before an easel, painting a picture of the dog
Punch. Tom had on a pair of his father's spectacles, and Punch
was sitting up on his hind legs, with a hat on his head, quite
enjoying the fun.
"I will paint something too!" cried May. And she perched
herself up in a high chair, before a big easel, with a new canvas
on it. "Now, Harry, you stand quite still, and I will paint
your portrait."
She was daubing away very happily, and making her clean


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pinafore in a fine mess
with the wet paint,
when Aunt Fanny
came in.
Oh, Tom, you
are a naughty boy to
lead your Cousin May
into such mischief! "
she cried. Come
away, all of you, and
let nurse make you
tidy for dinner."
So the three
children were sent to
the nursery, where
their hands and faces
were well scrubbed
to get off the wet
paint, and they went
down to dinner look-
ing very clean and
nice.


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SAfter dinner,
the children
F e were all sent
out of doors to
amuse them-
selves.
They went
outside the
garden to play
on the village
u green, where
there were
some fine large
S t trees, with seats
all round them.
Here they had a splendid romp; they played at hide and seek
and all sorts of nice games, and came back to the house at tea-
time quite tired out with so much running about.
After tea, May's mamma went home. All the children ran
to the door to see her get into the carriage.
"Good-bye, May, my darling," she said; "be a good little
girl. I shall come to fetch you at the end of the week."
May felt a little sad at saying good-bye to her dear mother,
and stood on the door-step kissing her hand till the carriage was
out of sight; but the boys shouted Hurrah, and threw up their
caps in the air, they were so glad that Cousin May was left behind.
After this they went into the drawing-room, where the
children all stood in a circle round the piano, and sang hymns,
while Aunt Fanny played the tunes, and their young voices
sounded very sweet.
By this -time it was getting late, and. very soon the young
Folks were sent to bed.




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CHAPTER IV.
THE next morning, while Kitty was at her lessons, the little
ones played in the nursery at family coach.
They made a grand coach with chairs and the rocking-horse.
Harry was to be postilion, so he sat on the rocking horse
in front, and cracked his long whip and cried "Gee-upI"
May and Torn pretended to be husband and wife, and
dressed themselves up and sat inside on a chair, while Cuthbert
was footman, and stood at the back holding up a large umbrella
to keep off sun or rain.
This game kept '
them all quite --1
happy till WA
dinner-
time.




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After dinner, Aunt Fanny
said, It is such a lovely day
S- a that I think we will all go into
thei-'-R mthe fields to gather wild flowers."
So off the children scampered
an---- wu-- to get their hats. They were
very fond of playing in the fields,
r ou, wand tried who could gather the
most wild flowers. The baby
enjoyed himself as much as any
one, tumbling about in the sweet,
soft grass.
Kitty showed May her two
My pet lambs. They were very tame,,
---- and came running up as soon as
their mistress called them, for they knew her voice quite well,
and would eat out of her hand. They were called Lily and
Snow, because their fleeces were so white.
May was very much delighted with the lambs, and would
not leave them. She took some of the bread that Kitty had
brought with her, and held it out to them, and when they saw
that she stood quite still, and was gentle, and did not attempt to
touch them, they came close up and nibbled at the bread.
They let Kitty stroke them and pull their ears softly, but if
May even put out her hand to give them a pat, they looked
quite frightened, as though they would run away, for they were
very timid little creatures.
By and by Flora came up shouting; they were so frightened
that they scampered off to the other end of the field. Flora ran
after them to try to catch them, but that only made them rhn
the faster.
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away," cried May; "they let me feed them before you came,
and now they will not come near me."
This offended Miss Flora, who was a funny little girl, and
easily put out, and she ran off too. She went right across the
field, and straight home to the house, holding her hand before
her eyes to hide her tears.
May was going to run after her, but Kitty said she had
better be left to herself, and no one knew so well how to manage
Flora as Kitty.
By and by Kitty followed her little sister, for she did not like
to think that she was unhappy. Kitty cried, "Flora! Flora!"
and hunted all over the garden and half through the house, but
no Flora was to be seen or heard. At last Kitty looked into the
drawing-room, and there was Flora perched on a big chair, with
a slate and book before her, pretending to
/ -do lessons like Kitty. She was half asleep,
her little face was still very tearful, and her
L% 7 curly hair was tumbled all over her head.
.I When Kitty came in Flora looked up,
and was going to run away, but Kitty
S stopped the little girl, and said,-
le i, "Would you like me to tell you
a story, Flora?"
1 There was nothing Flora liked
better than a story, so the sisters sat
together in a big arm-chair, and
Kitty told a beautiful story about
a foolish little lamb that wandered
S away.from its mother's side, and got
lost up on the mountains; and how
the little lamb got tired and cold
and hungry, and its poor fleece was




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torn by the thorny bushes, and it cried for its mother, but
there was no mother near to hear its cries. And then at last,
when the poor lamb was so tired and miserable that it could
hardly even cry, the kind shepherd came
and lifted it up tenderly in his arms, and
wrapped his plaid round it to keep off the
cold and carried it back to its own mother's
side;--and the little lamb was
never so foolish as to run away
again.
Kitty had just finished her
S story, when they
heard the laugh-
ing and shouting
of the other chil-
dren, who were
all coming home
quite hungry for
their tea.
They had
brought several
baskets full of
wild flowers home
with them, as
well as some
blackberries,
which they asked
the cook to make
into iam, but she
said there were
not enough for
that.





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CHAPTER V.
"THE sun is so hot that nurse shall take you to play in the
wood this afternoon," said Aunt Fanny the next day. "It will
be shady and cool in the wood."
So all the children set off with nurse for the wood. As
they were starting, little Ethel got on to the back of Ponto,
the big dog-for Ethel and Ponto were great friends. She said
he should carry her to the wood. But Ponto was lazy, and
quite refused to carry Ethel; he lay down flat with her on his
back, and would not stir, so little Ethel had to go on her own
feet, holding by Kitty's hand.
It was a beautiful wood, with all sorts of trees in it, and
long grass thick with lovely flowers. The birds sang sweetly
in the branches of the trees; and a little stream danced merrily
over its rocky bed.
Nurse sat down beneath one of the large trees with her
work, and the children amused them-
.l selves gathering flowers. Some of
them helped a poor old woman
ito pick up sticks to light
r/! her fire with. There were
/ -l-;I ii, a great m any dry sticks
U/ '1h' lying about, and each
child tried to make the
biggest bundle.
They soon collected
more sticks than Widow
Brown could carry, so
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of the wood, and she said
she would get her son Bill
to fetch them in a wheel-
barrow when he came home
from school in the evening.
Then Kitty said she
thought they ought to try
to fill a basket -with wild
hyacinths to take home to
their mamma, who she knew
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blue flowers.





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Every now and then
nurse looked up from
'her work to see that the
children were all safe.
There were so many of
s wl them that she had to
count them sometimes
h tkto make sure that not
e one was missing.
".e "VWhere is Harry?"
So she cried by and by;
t' w where. I am afraid lie
is up to some mischief."
m The rest of the
children began to run
in all directions, crying
"Harry! Harry!"
Harry heard their
cries well enough, but he was enjoying himself so much that
he took good care not to answer.
He had wandered down to the side of the little stream,
where it ran between some big stones. The water looked so clear
and cool that he thought it would be fine fun to have a paddle.
So he took off his boots and socks, and waded up and down in
the water; and there nurse found him just as she was beginning
to grow really frightened that some mischief had happened to
him. He was as happy as a king, carrying a boot under each
arm, and with his fat little legs nearly up to the knees in
water.
Oh, you young rascal !" cried nurse, what a fright you
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-~^-S--- he soon dried his feet,
S-- -_ and made him sit down beside
S "- her, and told him not to
venture to go out of her sight
again.
.. To keep him quiet, she
S gave him a picture-book to
look at. Tnis amused him for
r-^ -some time, but by and by
nurse nad to leave her work
to pick up Ethel, who had
*ur ~tumbled down and hurt her-
self.
The moment nurse had turned her back, up jumped Master
Harry, and ran straight back to the stream. He sat down
on a big stone, and was just beginning to pull off his boots
to have another paddle, when Kitty happened to come up.
"Come along, Harry," she cried, nurse says it is time
to go home ; it is getting late, and ,
mamma will be wondering what has
become of us." .
So Harry had to take his .
sister's hand, and go home
quietly like a good boy,
but he promised himself -
another paddle before -~- //
long; for there was /
nothing that _a -
Harry enjoyed
more than getting .. ,'
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CHAPTER VI.
THE weather was so
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i ")3 whole family spent most
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Often Uncle James and
i te o s Aunt Fanny sat together
fI reading under the shade
.- of a wide-spreading tree,
f, while the children played
L about.
Harry and May had
always been great friends,
s an and they generally went
Together. One of their
favourite amusements was
to water the flowers. Harry was never quite happy unless he
was making himself in a mess. So he particularly enjoyed
watering the flowers, because he was nearly always wet through
before he had finished the job.
"The poor flowers look-very hot and dry; let us water
them, May," said Harry one fine day.
May was quite willing, so the two fetched two watering-
pots, and went to the garden pump to fill them. Harry pumped
while May held the pots to be filled, and quite as much water
went outside as in.
As they were going round to the flower garden, each
carrying a full watering-pot, they passed the open window of
Uncle James's studio. There were a number of plants stand-
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"I will go and water uncle's flowers
for him," said May; I am sure the
poor things want water."
So she ran in at the window and
watered all the plants. There was one
standing on a chair, and she was just
stretching to water it, and making a
terrible mess on the chair and the floor,
V.o w when her aunt.came in.
t f "Oh, May, what a mess you are
's* making!" she cried. "You must not
come into your uncle's room alone. Run away into the garden;
there are plenty of flowers for you to water there."
May ran off as fast as she could, for her aunt looked really
angry, and she emptied all the water she had left upon the first
plant she came to, and then went in search of Harry. She
found him blowing bubbles on the grass.
Just then Kitty came up with a number of the children,
and said they were all going to play at hide-and-seek.
"I will hide with Harry and Ethel," she said, "and the rest
of you must begin to hunt as soon as you hear us cry out."
Off went Kitty with Harry and Ethel, while the others stood
still in front of the house, listening.
In about five minutes 'they heard a
distant cry of Whoop! Whoop!"
and then they all ran off in different
directions in search of the hiders.
They went all over the
garden, and through the -
shrubberies, till they
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At the back of the house there was a little yard, where
there were some wooden sheds and the dog's kennel. The yard
was separated from the garden by a
low wall.
I believe they are somewhere in
the yard," cried Tom. I am sure I
heard some one move. We must climb
over the wall."
Soon the whole lot of children were
scrambling by the creepers up the side of
the wall, and tumbling over the top.
Punch, the
-l dog, began to bark
1 with all his might,
and then appeared
the head of Harry,
who was getting
Ap' quite tired of hid-
ing so long. Soon
they found Kitty
in the wood shed,
and little Ethel
_crouching beneath
the wall.
S It was the turn
3 of the others to hide
now, but Kitty said
_' they must play with-
out her this time, as
she had to go an
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Kitty put on her hat
and cape, and took a bag
full of nice things for a
i poor woman in the village,
who was very ill.
Kitty was kind-
hearted, like her mother,
and though she enjoyed
fun and play as much as
Sandy other child, she was
always ready to do any-
Sthing to help those who
were poor or in any
trouble. So she was
quite pleased to leave her
Sherry games and go to
see poor Mrs. Fry, who
was ill. in bed.
Mrs. Fry was very
glad' to see her kind little
visitor, who opened ,the
bag and put out all the
good things it contained on a table beside the bed. There was
some nice cold meat, and some fruit, and a few new-laid eggs.
Kitty sat beside the poor woman and talked for a little;
told her how baby was growing, and what tricks Harry
played, and then she said she must go home, for it was
getting late.
While Kitty was away, the other children romped about till-
they were tired, and then they went indoors for tea.
After tea their mamma gathered them all round her, and
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They went to bed one at a time, beginning at the youngest.
While the babies were being put to bed, the others stood
round the piano, and sang some pretty hymns, and their mamma
played- the tunes.
May was very fond of music, and she knelt upon a chair,
and rested her arms on the back of it, and her chin in her
hands, and listened and hummed the tune, for she did not know
the words of all the hymns her cousins sang.
Now May must say her own evening hymn," said Aunt
Fanny. "Come along to my side, dear May."
So May went to her aunt's side and said her own hymn.
"You know been such a-
your ma mma -giood little girl
is coming to that, if you
fetch you to- like, I will ask
morrow, iMay ; your mamma
won't you be to let you
glad to sec her come again
again?" soo n, and
Ye s, spend another
answered 1lay, wee k with
" but I shall 1 Lus," said kind
be sorry to go B- Aunt Fanny,
away romI i as she gave
you, auntie, the child a
d e a r. kiss.
I love So
y o u May
all so l went
much." to bed-
"You quite
have happy.




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CHAPTER VII.












THE very last day of May's happy week had come, so she
wanted to make the very most of it.
She had breakfast in the nursery with her little, cousins.
As soon as breakfast was done, nurse wiped their hands and
faces, and sent them all down to the dining-room, baby and all.
There they had a romp with their papa, and were very
merry; he gave each one in turn a ride upon his foot, and
they sang-
Ride a cock horse
To Banbury Cross,
To see a fine lady upon a white horse;
Rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes,
She shall have music wherever she goes.

But I am sorry to say that Ethel pinched the baby, and
snatched away his whip, because she thought he had a longer
ride than she.
So Ethel had to stand in the corner for five minutes as a
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/ In the
midst of the
-- ''iiij fun baby grew
Sleepy, so they
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':k, ,'/. hi pillow, with
his whip and his
.r.g t ball, and there
e of he slept for an
H f e te hour, while the
/ other little ones
were sent outside to play, so that their
noise should not disturb him.
SKitty took May round to have a
S good-bye look at everything. They went
through the wood, and all over the garden, and gathered a
nosegay of beautiful flowers for May to take home with her.
Harry followed them about wherever they went. He had
dressed himself up in some of Tom's ,
clothes, and carried a long whip under
his arm, and said he was an Irishman
driving his pigs to market.
Presently Tom came running
up and said, "Here is auntie. I
can see the. carriage coming along "
the road."
Tom ran to open the big
gates to let the carriage in, and
all the others ran after him. '" W
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her, and when she got out of the carriage she
gave each child a kiss.
"And how is my little May, and what
has she been doing all this time? I hope
she has been good," she said.
S Aunt Fanny declared that May had been
such a good little girl that she must come
again for a week, before long.
SAt this good news May began to skip
and jump, and all the other children clapped
-. their hands and shouted, because they were
so glad to think that May was to come back
HARRY some day. Then they ran upstairs with their
aunt's things--little Rose, the youngest girl,
coming last with the sunshade, and they left the two mammas
to talk while they had the last game with Cousin May.
They played at keeping school. Tom put on his papa's
spectacles and was schoolmaster, and all the others sat in a long
row and pretended to do lessons. Tom was a very strict school-
master ; he carried a stick under his arm, and if any of the
children misbehaved, he pretended to give them a rap on the
knuckles, but he had such an unruly set of scholars that he
was -obliged to scold with a very loud voice,
to try to make them keep order.
This was a capital game, and kept them
all happy till it was time for nurse to make
them clean and neat to go down stairs to
dinner with their mammas.
Soon after dinner May's mamma
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Tom and Harry ran to the stables to see the horses put in-
they were large black horses, with brass harness. When all was
ready, the two little boys mounted on to the coach-box beside
the coachman, who was very good-natured, and said lie would
give them a drive for a mile along the road.
By this time May and her mamma were quite ready.
May almost cried when she said good- bye to her kind
aunt and all her dear cousins, she was so sorry that
her happy visit and the bright smiles
had come to an returned to her
end, and She dear little face,
had to lea \e and she spent
them all. the rest of
But /s the day
by the telling
time she Bella
reached the fine
h o ii e, ...---- ---fun she
and saw had had
her own with her
s i s ter cousins
Bella while
stan d- she had
ing at b e e n
the gate away.
watch- So
ing for t h i s
her, she .. 'I was the
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WINNIE AJ\D J-iER DOLL IELLA.
MRS. PIGGOTT lived in a house by the sea-side. She got her
living by letting lodgings, and as her house was very near the
sea, and had a pretty garden all round it, it was a favourite place
for ladies to bring their children to.
Mrs. Piggott had three children of her own,-Bertie, Winnie,
and Laura, -and, as she was busy all day attending to her
lodgers, the children had to take care of each other the best way
they could.
Laura was quite a little thing, and generally trotted about after
her mother, or played in the kitchen. She was very little trouble,
for she was perfectly happy if she was allowed to wash her doll
rn-any old basin she could get hold of. She would amuse herself
for hours dressing and undressing dolly, and giving her a bath.
The doll had once bright red cheeks, but they had long ago been
washed quite white. Dolly's hair had also nearly all been scrubbed
off but that did not matter to Laura; she thought there never
had been such a lovely doll as hers, and she
often sat on the floor, when \\
dolly had had her bath, and ?
admired her beauty.
Winnie also had a doll
named Bella, because she really
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her about everywhere. But Winnie was not
contented to play in the house like little
Laura. She liked to run wild on
Sthe sea-shore with her brother Bertie.
Bertie said that when he grew up
he would be a fisherman, and he liked
''f tl to spend the whole day scrambling
about the rocks, and Winnie was
never so happy as when she was
running barefoot after her brother.
One day Bertie and Winnie had
been hunting for crabs in the pools
among the rocks. They had been so
busy that they did not notice that
the tide was coming in. Winnie was standing on a rock watch-
ing Bertie trying to hook up a fine large crab, when her foot
slipped, and she let Bella fall.
Oh, Bertie I she cried, Bella is in the water Bertie,
Bertie! Bella will be drowned "
"Not a bit of it," said Bertie; "I will save her, and I will
win a medal like old Squeams, for saving a fellow-creature's life."
Bertie had a long hooked stick, but it was not quite so easy
to catch Bella as he thought. He very nearly tumbled into the
sea himself, stretching out to reach the doll, and Winnie stood by
in a great fright, lest her darling Bella should be drowned.
At last Bertie managed to catch the doll's dress on the end
of his stick, and in another minute the beautiful Bella was safe
once more in Winnie's arms. But, alas! her frock was quite
spoilt by the salt water. But Winnie did not trouble much
about the frock when dolly herself was safe, and she kissed the
dear creature a hundred times.
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Piggott's house at that time, and when she
.S l heard of Bella's accident she gave Winnie a
beautiful new dress for the doll. Bella was
so smart in her new clothes that her mistress
hardly knew her. She put on her own best
S^ frock, and went to the drawing-room .to show
Mrs. Kidd how pretty the doll looked.
When Winnie knocked at the drawing-
room door, Mrs. Kidd said "Come in." So
S Winnie went into the room, and held up her
doll for the kind lady to admire.
It seemed that Winnie and Laura were not the only children
in the house that loved dolls, for Mrs. Kidd's little boy Charley
was playing with a marble head that stood on the drawing-room
mantelpiece. He had wrapped a scarf round it, and said it was
his dolly, and he was painting the pretty white face red with a
big paint brush.
"Yes, my dear, your dolly looks very nice in her new frock,"
said Mrs. Kidd. "I wonder whether I can find her a hat. Will
this fit her, do you think?"
And the kind lady. gave Winnie a beautiful doll's hat.
Oh, thank you, ma'am," cried Winnie; Bella will
look lovely in that." And off she ran to her mother in
high glee.
Winnie was so delighted with Bella's new frock and hat that
she asked leave to go and show them to her little friend, Kitty
Martin.
"Yes, you may go and see Kitty, by all means," said Mrs.
Piggott; "she is a quiet little girl, and will not lead you into
mischief."
So Winnie set off, proudly carrying her doll Bella in her
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Martin's house led along the edge of the cliff. As Winnie was
skipping merrily along, a gust of wind sprang up and caught
the dolly's new hat, and blew it off her head all in a moment.
Winnie gave a scream, and ran after the hat, but just as she
had reached it, it blew right over the edge of the cliff, and, if
there had not been a wire paling to prevent her, I almost think
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S -I Poor Winnie could not help
crying when she saw her dolly's
fine new hat blown into the sea,
and she reached Kitty's house
wiping her eyes in her clean
pinafore.
Kitty saw her little friend at
A, the gate, and ran out to meet her,
S and Winnie soon told the story of
Q ljj Bella's adventures.
"Never mind," said Kitty; I
daresay Bella will get a new hat.
;z Come in, and see my dolly. My
auntie has given me a lovely new
Cradle for her, and if you like we
will put the two dolls to bed
together while we have a game."
Kitty was an only child, and she had a great many toys of
all sorts, but she was a very good-natured little girl, and she
liked her friends to enjoy her toys as well as herself.
So the two little girls went into the house, and spent a
very happy afternoon playing together. They undressed both
their dollies, and put them to bed in Kitty's new cradle,
and then Winnie looked at all Kitty's new toys. And she
went home in the evening with a pretty red necklace for
herself, and-another hat for.her dolly.
Now that Bella had so many new clothes, Winnie took
more care of her than ever she had done before, and never took
the dolly out with her when she went with Bertie to hunt for
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LITTLE POLLY
Had a dolly,
With a curly wig;
And Miss Polly
And her dolly
Often danced a jig.

Also Polly
Had a collie,
A fine dog was he;
Blithe and jolly,
Jumped round Polly,
Barking loud with glee.

One day Polly
Knocked her dolly,
Broke its pretty head.
"Oh, fie, Polly
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LITTLE POLLY.


Then did Polly
Take up dolly,
Throw it on the floor.
Said Miss Polly,
In her folly,
"I will play no more."

Up ran collie,
Seized poor dolly,
Ran off to a friend.
Friend helped collie
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JHEMIE T-IE eROSSING-SWEEPER.
I n- ONE day Alice was playing with
? j her doll in the garden. She
,_!___0 was holding it by its two hands,
l r / ~and dancing round, and round,
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S, She danced round and round
'i I. so often, that at last she grew
giddy, and tumbled down. She
soon jumped to her feet again,
but in her fall she had knocked
poor dolly's head right off!
At, the sight of the doll's body lying in one place, and her
head in another, Alice buried her face in her hands, and began
to cry bitterly. But after a few minutes she stopped sobbing and
looked up, and' there she saw a poor, ragged, beggar girl watching
her through the garden palings.
The little beggar bobbed her head and asked for a copper.
"I haven't got any coppers, but I'll give you my broken
doll, if you like," said Alice.
So Alice. handed the doll and its head through the palings
to the beggar, and ran away into the house.
The beggar girl's name was Phemie. She was very poor
indeed, and she spent the day sweeping a crossing, and begging
for coppers. She had never had a toy of her own -in all her
life before, and when Alice gave her the broken doll, she could
hardly contain herself for joy.
She took her old broom under her arm and, wrapped the doll
carefully in her ragged apron, and left her crossing to take care of
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As soon as she got home, Phemie
contrived to tie the doll's head on again,
and then she spent a perfectly happy
afternoon playing with the doll, and
trying to make it dance as she had
seen the pretty little girl in the garden
do. As she sang to the dolly and made
t it dance up and down, Phemie forgot
that she was hungry, and that the room
Swas cold and bare; and when she lay
down on the floor at night with an old
L blanket round her for a bed, she took
the dolly to sleep in her arms.
While Phemie was playing so happily
with the broken doll, Alice went into her house to find her
brothers and sisters, and to get another doll to play with, for
Alice had plenty of dollies and toys of all sorts. She found
one little brother bathing a boy dolly in a bowl of milk. He
was so pleased at this game that he would not leave it.
But Alice had plenty more brothers and. sisters, and she soon
got some of them to come and play with her in the garden.
They took a number of toys out with them, and played at a
funny game of their own.
Alice stood at the top of a sloping green bank, and threw
all the toys one after the other down it; and Martha stood at
the bottom of the bank and caught the toys. They called this
the Russian game, and pretended that the bank was made of
snow, and that the dolls and toys were sliding.
After a time they grew tired of this game and went indoors.
There they dressed themselves up, and played at keeping shop,
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PHEMIE THE CROSSING-S WEEPER.

They had not gone far before they were obliged to cross the road,
which was very muddy.
"There is a little girl sweeping a crossing," said nurse; "we
will cross the road there, and you will not all get your feet in
such a mess."
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with all her might to get a nice clean crossing before they came
up, for she remembered Alice, and wanted to do something to
show that she was grateful for the pretty doll.
When nurse and the children reached the crossing, Phemie
the crossing-sweeper began to smile and nod instead of holding
out her hand and whining for a copper.
"What is the little beggar girl laughing at, nurse?" said Charley.
I'm sure I don't know,' said nurse. "Here is a copper for
making such a nice clean crossing."
"I don't want no copper," said Phemie, still smiling.
Well !-I never knew a crossing-sweeper before that didn't
want a copper," said nurse.
It was that pretty little lady wot gived me the dolly, it
was," said Phemie, pointing at Alice; "and I seeped the cross-
ing for her, I did."
Alice had forgotten Phemie, but she remembered her now.
"And what have you done with the doll?" she asked.
"She is at home sleeping," said Phemie. "I stuck on her
head, I did, and she danced to me beautiful, she did; and I'm
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When little Alice returned from her walk, she told her
mamma all about Phemie the crossing-sweeper and the broken
doll.
Alice's mamma was a very kind lady, and the next day she
made Alice take her to Phemie at the crossing.
As soon as Phemie saw the. lady and Alice coming, she
began to sweep very fast, and she had a very nice crossing by the
time they reached her.
You are a good little girl to make such a nice clean crossing
in this muddy weather; what is your name, ffiy dear ?"
Phemie, please 'm," said the little beggar, giving a bob.
Phemie what?"
"I dunno, please 'm."
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Mother, please 'm."
"Do you go to school, Phemie ?"
Sometimes."
"Would you like to leave off sweeping
g crossings, and go to school, where you
would learn to read and to be clean and
tidy, Phemie?"
"And play with dollies?" asked Phemie.
i Yes, and play with dollies when
you had learnt your lessons."
"And wear a clean frock like that, pretty little lady?"
"'Yes, -and wear a clean frock. Would you like that,
Phemie?"
"Shouldn't I just!" answered Phemie.
A few days after this, Alice's mamma took Phemie to a big
house, where there were a number of other poor children who
had all been taken out of the streets like herself.
There Phemie was washed, and dressed in nice clean clothes,
- and taught to read and write, and do all sorts of useful things.
When lessons were over, the children played in a fine large
garden with nice toys given them by kind ladies.
At the end of six months Alice and her mamma went to see
how Phemie was getting on.. They found her playing in the
garden with a doll in her arms, but she looked -so clean, and
neat, and healthy, that they could hardly believe it -was the same
Phemie that used to be so ragged and dirty sweeping the crossing.
"But it is me," said 'Phemie, with a bright smile; and this
is the same doll wot you gave me, miss.
Alice kissed her old Dolly, and went home with her mamma,
feeling very glad to think how happy they had been able to make
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TJ-IE PRINCESS BEJATRIGE.
MRS. SINCLAIR was a poor widow woman. She
had not always been poor; once she was very
well off, but now that she had lost her husband,
she had to work hard to keep herself and her two
children, Nancy and Archie. She was a clever
Sn woman, and she could paint very nicely. So she
Sgot her living by painting; but it was not pictures
that she painted,-it was dolls' faces, for Mr.
Wood's toy shop. She painted all the dollies with
very pretty faces; she made them so pretty that
there was no toy shop in the town where they sold so many
dolls as at Mr. Wood's.
She got up very early every morning, and washed and
dressed Nancy and Archie, and gave them their breakfast of
porridge and milk, and then went off to her work, and while she
was so busy painting she thought a great deal about her two
dear little ones at home. She did not leave her work till six
o'clock in the evening, so that they were left to themselves the
whole of the long day.
They were very good little children, and their mother knew
that she could trust them; but she could not help sometimes
wishing that they could have some of the fine toys and beautiful
dolls out of Mr. Wood's shop to play with.
Nancy and Archie had not a single toy of any sort. But
there are not many little girls that can do without a doll, and as
Nancy had no real doll, she contrived to make one for herself
and Archie to play with.
And what do you think their doll was? Why, it was the
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-. morning and every night,-for they
had porridge for supper as well as
'\0 I breakfast.
SWhen her mother had gone off to
her work, Nancy had to wash up the
S breakfast things and make the little
S i room tidy. As soon as she had
done this, she took the wooden
spoon and wrapped some rags
round the long handle for a body,
and a little woollen handkerchief
round the bowl for a head, and
there was the doll complete!
She had made some black marks
on the back of the bowl of the
spoon, two round ones at the
top, and a longer one lower
down, and when the little shawl
was pinned tightly round, it did
not look at all unlike a doll's face.
The children called this make-believe doll Beatrice, after the
Princess, and played quite happily with it all day. When their
mother came home at night, Princess Beatrice had to be undressed
and put to bed into the saucepan; that is to say, she had to have
her clothes taken off, and be turned into a porridge spoon instead
of a doll.
One day when Mrs. Sinclair was busy at her work, Mr. Wood
came in to choose a'nice doll to send away to a customer in the
country. He was looking at one of the prettiest, when he let it
fall upon the floor, and the pretty face was cracked right across.
"Dear me, how provoking!" he said; "but there are plenty
more, it -must just be thrown away."




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"Oh, don't throw it away, sir!" said Mrs. Sinclair.
"Why not, my goou woman? it is of no use to any one."
"May I take it home to my little girl, if it is really of no
use to you, sir?"
"To be sure-take it and welcome; but I did not know that
you had a little girl,-Mrs. Sinclair."
"I have a girl and a boy too, sir."
"A girl and a boy!" said Mr. Wood, who was a good-
natured man; "why, there are a whole lot of broken toys in that
corner; if you think them worth the trouble of carrying, you can
take them all."
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looked with great curiosity at the basket, and wondered what was
inside, but their mother would not tell them till after supper.
"We must put the Princess Beatrice to bed first, and get
our supper," she said.
So Nancy undressed the Princess, and popped her into her
hot bath in the saucepan. Then they had supper, and washed
up, and then Mrs. Sinclair unpacked the basket.
The children could scarcely believe their eyes when they saw the
wonderful things that came out of it. A lovely real doll, with a wax
head, and long fair hair like her own, for Nancy! A horse and a
drum for Archie Besides more little toys than I can tell you of.
The children shouted and danced for joy, till poor .little
Archie fell down on the floor, and hurt himself so much that he
began to cry, but he was soon quite happy again when his mother
set him up in his little chair in the midst of his treasures.
From that day I am afraid poor old Princess Beatrice was
quite forgotten, Nancy was so much taken up with her new dolly,
Princess Maud, who had to be dressed and undressed and get a
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T-E SICK DOLLY.
ONE day Eva's mamma took her
S '''I:.. to see her little Cousin Herbert,
S -'i 'i who was ill ini bed.
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:I"ii see you, Herbert," said little Eva;
II,',i i. would you like to have her to
y'I play with ?--I will lend her to you
if you like."
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But Herbert was rather cross,
Sas children often are when they
i't have been ill, and he shook his
i head and said, "No; what would
a boy do with a doll?"
S_ So Eva went home with her
dolly in her arms.
Never mind, dolly dear," she said; "if Herbert doesn't
care for you, I do--I love you very much."
In the evening Eva came to her mamma with a very long
face.
"Oh; mamma," she cried, I'm afraid dolly has caught
something from Herbert! She is very poorly, and she has got
a terrible bad pain in her head."
"I am sorry to .hear that, Eva," said her mamma.; "you
must nurse her, and take great care of her."
So Eva took dolly to bed with herself, and the first thing in
the morning she undressed her dolly to see what she looked like.
"She is no better at all," said Eva; "her head is worse,
the pain is very bad."
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Dolly's head is so bad, mamma, will
you lend me something to tie it up, and
give me some medicine to do her good."
Here is a nice soft hand-
kerchief to tie up her head, and
'here is some medicine-- you must
give her one spoonful."
"What is the medicine made
f of, mamma ?"
Sugar and milk; if dolly won't
take it, you may drink it yourself."
So Eva took her dolly and tied her head up very carefully
with the silk handkerchief, just as her own head had been tied
when she had the mumps. Then she sat dolly up in a velvet
chair, and said,-
"Now, dolly, I am going to give you some medicine; it is
not very nice, but you must take it like a good child, and it will
make you better."
Eva poured out some of the medicine very carefully into a
spoon, and only spilt a few drops, and Toby the dog watched her.
But poor dolly was so ill that she could not even open her mouth
to take the medicine, and Eva had to give it to Toby instead.
He took it fast enough.
"Dolly looks very tired; I think she wants to go to sleep,"
said Eva. "I will sit beside her, and do my lessons on the slate
while she sleeps; but you must go out of the room, Toby, because
you make such a noise, and we must be very quiet. Wolf may
come in, because he will be quiet."
Wolf was a big dog, and was very fond of Eva. So the little
girl sat down on a footstool, with Wolf close beside her, and took
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and by she grew tired of being so
very quiet, and she went fast asleep
herself, with her head resting on
Wolf's side for a pillow; and Wolf
never stirred till his little mistress
woke up again.
Eva sprang to her feet as her
mamma came into the room, and
gave herself a shake.
"And how is dolly now?"
asked her mamma.
"Oh, she has had a lovely
sleep, and she is ever so much
better," said Eva.
"Is she well enough to go and see Uncle Timothy?"
"Yes, I think so," said Eva.
Eva wrapped her dolly very carefully up in a shawl, and took
her to Uncle Timothy's room.
Uncle Timothy was a very old man, and he dressed in a
funny old-fashioned way. He had a funny, little, old fashioned
piano that he was very fond of playing, and there was nothing
that Eva liked better than to listen to Uncle Timothy's music.
When Eva and her dolly came into the room, Uncle Timothy
lifted them into their favourite place on the top of his piano, and
played to them for a long time; and Eva smiled into his face all
the while he was playing.
When he stopped, she said that her dolly was ever so much
better; Uncle Timothy's music had done her "a world of good."
The next day her mamma took Eva again to see her Cousin
Herbert, but this time dolly was left at home in charge of Uncle
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THE BOOK OF DOLLIES.

Herbert. After looking at a good many things, Eva chose a little
boat that she thought he could float in his bath.
Herbert was so much better that they found him out of bed,
with a blanket-wrapped round him, sitting on the floor near the
stove, playing with his favourite pigeon-for Herbert was more
fond of animals than he was of toys. The pigeon was fastened
under a coop, for fear it should run about the room and make
a mess.
The children had a nice game together feeding the pigeon
and when Eva went home she ran straight to Uncle Timothy tc
see how her dolly was, and he said she was so much better that
he thought she would very soon be quite well again.


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