Front Cover
 Half Title
 Title Page
 The broken fence
 Little mother
 Bumble Popps
 Fuzzy, Wuzzy, Pip, and Eightee...
 Job the pony
 Tommy's red chicken
 Come back
 A day at the farm
 Tea in the woods
 Tea wise squirrel
 Our pony
 Rover's wisdom
 Dicky sparrow
 The matchmaker
 Cows in the corn
 King Manylegs
 Lettice and fthe lamb
 Young Mr. and Mrs. Crow
 How's the family?
 Lost on the moor
 The jealous pigeons
 Mollie and Collie
 Pretty sheep
 Doggie's petition
 The rabbits and the sparrows
 The swallows' nest
 The day they went into the...
 Back Cover

Group Title: Farmyard stories of our country pets : pictures and tales
Title: Farmyard stories of our country pets
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 Material Information
Title: Farmyard stories of our country pets pictures and tales
Physical Description: 1 v (unpaged) : ill. (some col.) ; 24 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Nister, Ernest ( Publisher, Printer )
E.P. Dutton (Firm) ( Publisher )
Publisher: Ernest Nister
E.P. Dutton & Co.
Place of Publication: London
New York
Publication Date: [1896?]
Subject: Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Animals -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Farm life -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1896   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1896   ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1896
Genre: Children's stories
Children's poetry
Spatial Coverage: England -- London
United States -- New York -- New York
Germany -- Bavaria
General Note: Date of publication from inscription.
General Note: Frontispiece printed in colors and pasted on.
General Note: Contains prose and verse.
General Note: "654"--title page.
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Bibliographic ID: UF00085426
Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of Florida
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Resource Identifier: aleph - 002223448
notis - ALG3697
oclc - 234189830

Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Page 1
        Page 2
    Half Title
        Page 3
        Page 4
    Title Page
        Page 5
    The broken fence
        Page 6
        Page 7
    Little mother
        Page 8
        Page 9
    Bumble Popps
        Page 10
        Page 11
        Page 12
        Page 13
    Fuzzy, Wuzzy, Pip, and Eighteenpence
        Page 14
        Page 15
        Page 16
        Page 17
        Page 18
    Job the pony
        Page 19
        Page 20
        Page 21
        Page 22
    Tommy's red chicken
        Page 23
        Page 24
        Page 25
    Come back
        Page 26
        Page 27
    A day at the farm
        Page 28
        Page 29
        Page 30
    Tea in the woods
        Page 31
        Page 32
    Tea wise squirrel
        Page 33
        Page 34
    Our pony
        Page 35
        Page 36
        Page 37
    Rover's wisdom
        Page 38
    Dicky sparrow
        Page 39
        Page 40
        Page 41
        Page 42
    The matchmaker
        Page 43
        Page 44
        Page 45
        Page 46
    Cows in the corn
        Page 47
    King Manylegs
        Page 48
        Page 49
        Page 50
    Lettice and fthe lamb
        Page 51
        Page 52
        Page 53
        Page 54
    Young Mr. and Mrs. Crow
        Page 55
        Page 56
        Page 57
    How's the family?
        Page 58
    Lost on the moor
        Page 59
        Page 60
        Page 61
        Page 62
        Page 63
        Page 64
    The jealous pigeons
        Page 65
        Page 66
    Mollie and Collie
        Page 67
        Page 68
        Page 69
        Page 70
    Pretty sheep
        Page 71
    Doggie's petition
        Page 72
    The rabbits and the sparrows
        Page 73
        Page 74
        Page 75
    The swallows' nest
        Page 76
        Page 77
        Page 78
        Page 79
        Page 80
    The day they went into the country
        Page 81
        Page 82
    Back Cover
        Page 83
        Page 84
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yard," Farmer Dale called them. Take
them all together," the good man said,
"you wouldn't find five prettier calves any-
where than Daisy, Dimple, Snowdrop, Princess,
and Beauty."
The farmer's little daughter Katy had given these names
to the calves.

The child knew and loved all the animals on the farm,
from Dobbin, the biggest and strongest of the plough-horses,
down to the tiniest little chicken just able to creep about.
The five calves, however, were Katy's special pets.
One day Farmer Dale drove Katy ten miles to visit a
friend, and she did not return home until late the following
evening. Now Daisy, Dimple, Snowdrop, Princess, and
Beauty knew nothing about this visit, and when the morning
came they wondered Katy did not come to see them.
She always comes," said Daisy. "I cannot think what has
made her so late this morning. Let us go and look for her."
The others readily agreed, and away they went, through the
pleasant green fields, in search of the child they loved so well.
They saw nothing of Katy, but, looking over a fence,
they caught sight of two tempting pails of milk carelessly
left by Ben, the plough-boy.

"Look there!" exclaimed Snowdrop. "Nice milk ready
for us. Come along. See, the fence is broken. If Giles
had mended it, as Farmer Dale told him to do, it might
have been a little difficult; but now there is nothing for us
to do but to go through and help ourselves."
And help themselves they certainly did, except Dimple,
who was always a little behind-hand, and who only reached
the fence as Ben and Molly, on their way from the farm,
caught sight of the happy party.
The fun was over then. As Princess observed disdain-
fully, "Their disturbers made as much noise as if the house
were on fire, and it would be impossible to make them
understand that they had been roaming about in search of
Katy, and not of milk!" yennie Perrett.

- N 4


F you please, I'm little mother;
I've a family of ten;
There's three dollies, and a puppy
And five chickens, and a hen.

Every morn I feed my chickies;
Wash and dress my dollies three;
Take my puppy for a scamper-
So I'm quite a busy bee.

If I didn't
S. love them
' dearly-
Hen and
chicks and
dollies too-
I should think
it dreadful
But I love.
them all-I do.
Clifton Bingham.


a black-nosed, blue-
eyed, brown-eared, four-
e t h footed, long-tailed little
( lammie. He had a very
Severe cold when Sandy,
Sw the old shepherd, first found
H- amhim. So, fearing lest the
S poor wee thing would die
if left out in the bleak
field with his bounce-about mamma, and strong, frisky little
brother, Sandy popped Bumble Popps into the big canvas
bag which was slung across his shoulder, and carried him
home at once.
Here's another starved lamb," he said to his wife.
"Poor thing, the frost has pinched it badly."
"That's the third lamb you have brought in to-day,"
said the shepherd's wife. "If it goes on in this way,
Sandy, we had better turn our cottage into a lamb-hospital
at once."
Then Bumble Popps was lifted out of the canvas bag,
and placed before the kitchen fire. Presently he began to
thaw. When all the frost was quite melted out of him, he
reared up his funny little head and looked round.
"This is a nice furnished field," he said to another
lamb, who was sucking milk out of a proper lamb's feeding-

"Yes," said the other lamb; "it's very snug."
"I've just come out of a very big, unfurnished field,
where it was frightfully cold, and not at all snug. I think
this place is lovely."
"What's the matter with you, Bumble Popps ?" enquired
a third lamb, who was hopping about on three legs.
"I've got cramp, owing to being cold and damp," said
Bumble Popps. meekly.
"Is your wool thin?" enquired the lamb with the bottle.
"Not very, but my bounce-about mamma paid far more
attention to my strong, frisky brother than she did to me.
He is so much better looking," Bumble Popps explained.
"That's the worst of being a twin. Your mother gets mixed
and muddled, especially if she's the least bit bounce-about,
like mine. Were you ever born a twin, please, and if so,
I'd like to know if you liked it?"
"I'm my mammy's only lammie," said Mopsie, "and
I'm laid up with a sprained foot. I never was a twin, and
don't mean to be one either."
After a good warm, a good feed, and a good sleep the
shepherd thought that Bumble Popps might return to his
mamma and little brother.
But his mamma thought
differently. She. looked at
Bumble Popps's black nose.
She blinked at his blue
eyes. She sniffed at his
brown ears. She frowned
at his four feet. She smiled
at his wiggy-waggy little
tail, and then, truly; children

(I am sorry to have to tell you this), she sneezed at him and
went away with her other lamb. Poor little Bumble Popps
was well-nigh broken-hearted! The shepherd had been watching.
"Never mind; there's a bite and a sup at old Sandy's
fireside for ye, lammie," he said. "Come away; I will take
ye back to my old wifey." And he did.
When Sandy's wife heard what had taken place, she
took pity on little Bumble Popps. He had the sweetest and
freshest of milk to drink, ever so many times a day, and
a kitchen to frisk in. But he wanted something else. He
was born with a love for buttercups and daisies, and pretty
flowers, and sunshiny hours, which would not come in winter.
He wanted them!
Oh, dear me," he baa'd to the lame lamb one morning.
"I want so much to get into the green fields. I'm cutting
my horns, you know-perhaps that's what makes me restless."
"Do you think your mamma will know you?" asked Mopsie.
"I can't say," said Bumble Popps sadly.
Perhaps the old shepherd understood .that it was time
for the lambs to be taken into the open, for the same
afternoon, it being bright and sunny, he carried the three
lambs into his nice orchard. Then, oh! .how they skipped
and gambolled!
"That's my mamma," said the first lamb, peeping through
a hedge.
"And there's my mamma and little brother," said Bumble
Popps, breaking -through the hedge, and running towards
them; "and, at last, she loves me!"
Yes, children; her sheep's heart must have softened, for
she kissed her little Bumble Popps fondly, and made his
frisky little brother do the same.

Bumble Popps is happy now. His mamma is not nearly
so bounce-about as she used to be. He often runs races
with Mopsie, and always when he sees Sandy, the shepherd,
he says, B-a-a-a-a-a-a! "
Mary Boyle.


down with
wings outspread,

From gabled
roof of barn

and shed,
Carriers, Fantails, Pouters, all
Gather around us when we call.

Dainty creatures, gentle and good,
Looking to us for daily food.
They eat their breakfast at our feet,
For kindness makes them tame and sweet.
Hope Myrtoun.


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H-REE of them were guinea-pigs, and Pip was a
chicken, who went to live with them. Fuzzy and
Wuzzy were a happy couple, so devoted to each
other that they had little thought to spare for
the rest of the world.
But Eighteenpence (who was called so because that was
the amount he had cost) lived a lonely life, and he was
very glad to welcome the little chick.
"Better be careful about making new friends," said
We never make new friends," said Fuzzy; and then he
kissed his wife, and cooed in her ear till the old gentleman
next door said-
"What a bother those pigeons are-always cooing." He
was a foolish old gentleman, who thought nothing could coo
except pigeons. But we know better,
Eighteenpence took the chick under his care, and tried
to give him what he thought a good education.
"You must coo when you're pleased," said Eighteenpence.
So Pip tried, but he could only say, "Week, week."
"You should only say, 'A-week, a-week,' when you want
But I never want cabbage," said Pip.

But you must want
cabbage -everyone does.
You must eat a little,
and sit on the rest." .. .
And this Eighteen- n
pence proceeded to do. K w
"But that's wasteful," e
said the chick.
"Nonsense! said .
Eighteenpence very ae the
sharply. "What do you
suppose they keep us for? To see us eat? Well, we can't eat
all these children give us. Nobody possibly could; so we
have to spoil some. Then they take it away and give us
more. That's all they want."
Pip did his best to act the part of a good guinea, but
that is not easy, unless you happen to be born of the right
family. He could not care for cabbage, and he was so light
that he did not hurt it when he sat on it. And he said,
"A-week" at the wrong times, and he couldn't coo a
little bit.
"You'll never make anything of him," said Fuzzy and
Wuzzy. Coo-R-r-r-oo-Coo "
Pip had only been there about twelve hours when they
said this, so Eighteenpence merely tossed his head, and said,
"We'll see."
"Oh, dear! oh, dear! oh, dear I said Pip the next
morning. "I would give my best feather for a bath, and
oh, how thirsty I am!"
"And so you will be here," said Eighteenpence. "They
never give us any water, and we love it better than

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Looking at the Guinea-pigs.

anything. We are always thirsty.
That's why we, eat so much
cabbage." TI -
Why don't you make them -~ _
give you some?" asked Pip. _---
"I-I never can make w- T0t
anyone do anything," said Eighteenpence. "I don't like to
be disagreeable."
"I'll soon make them," said Pip.
And he proceeded to do so. First he lay down on his
back, with his legs in the air, then he half shut his
naughty little eyes, and commenced to gasp with his little
yellow beak.
"Whatever's the matter with the chick!" said the
children, when they came to see their pets. So they called
the gardener and he just looked at Pip, and said, Wants
a drink."
Presently the hutch-door opened and the guineas ran
into their dark bed-room and hid their black boot-button
eyes in their hay-bed. They heard the hutch-door shut and
then they cautiously came out. Oh, joy!-what cooings and
cries of "A-week, a-week!" There
-.- stood a large red saucer of water
--.._ and Pip in it, having his morning
I bath! How those thirsty guinea-
' ,I : ii pigs did drink!
.. i When the first frantic joy was
Over, Fuzzy said grandly, "We
l consent to be friends; you have
S' done more for us than any of those
children who pretend to love us."

You see," said Eighteenpence wisely, "children don't
care about water. I believe they always have milk or
Pip said nothing, but he spent the morning trying very
hard to coo. Eighteenpence says he did it, but I must say
that I never heard him.
E. Nesbit.


ruT tfH! for the rain!" said the little Duck.
"It -is pouring, again. What splendid luck!
I've been so tired of sunny weather,
I wish it would rain for weeks together."

The Farmer laughed, and said, "My young friend,
These beautiful showers which you commend
Are not sent by God for you alone,
But to water the crops my men have sown."
Hope My J'. ::.!..

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'" Z* "'S, I have a very nice quiet
Life now, and I have grown
"-. fat and sleek, but I worked hard
.1 once. I had no one to bring me nice
apples then, as Phyllis does now. Phyllis
.d 1 "and I are great friends, and what I
want to tell you is how I first came
i to know her, and how her father came
to be my master!
ti When I was young I lived at the Hill
Farm, and I had to work hard. My master, the farmer,
would ride- me sometimes, and sometimes I was put in the
cart, and took my mistress to market, with her chickens,
and pots of cream, and butter. Then I had to drag the
farm cart, and go in the plough. It was a lonely place,
up among the hills, and few strangers came near us,
so one day I was much surprised when I was fetched
out of the field, and saddled, and a strange man got on
my back.
"Job is a good pony, sir," my master said; "only a
bit obstinate when he thinks he knows the way best. But
if you are careful at the cross-ways, you can't miss your
Thank you kindly," said the gentleman. "I don't know
what I should have done if I had not seen your house. I
never felt so tired in my life as I did this morning walking
over these moors."

Then we started out. We had not gone far ere I was
sure my new friend was ill, for he moved restlessly in the
saddle, and sometimes moaned a little as if in pain.
However, we went on and on, until we came to the cross-
roads, and there I was about to take the way leading to
the town, when he pulled me up.
"No, no, Job," he said; I'm sure that is wrong. Now,
you mustn't be obstinate. This is the way."
So we turned up the moorland road, and I was puzzled
as to where we were going till I remembered that my
master's brother had a farm up there. Perhaps that was our
destination-but no! When we came to the farm track, that
wouldn't serve either-we were to go straight on, so straight
on we went

It was a dark, gloomy afternoon when we started, and
it grew darker and gloomier. Presently it began to rain,
and a thick fog rolled up, hiding the view, so I could
hardly see a yard beyond my nose, and, worse than all, my
rider grew more and more ill. He sighed, he moaned, and
then I felt him shiver, and the reins hung loose, and at
last, with a heavy groan, he sank forward on my neck, and
but that his hands caught hold of my mane, he would have
fallen to the ground.
I stopped, but he lay upon my back moaning with pain.
What was I to do ? It was no use going miles over the
moor. It was a long way home. Why not go to my
master's brother's farm, which was near? So I turned and
went slowly back, till we reached the Plover's Farm, as it
was called, and my rider did not speak or move, only
clutched at my mane and groaned. Luckily the gate was
open, so I walked up to the house door, but all was dark
and silent, for the fog and the rain had driven everyone in.
I stamped, but nobody came, so at last I whinnied as loud
as I could, and in a
minute someone open
the door and called.
" Who's there?"
Then I whinnied '."
again, and my rider
spoke feebly, and
Jock (my master's
nephew) shouted,
"Why, I d-o believe
it is old Job I
Ohl then there

was a fuss! Everyone came running out, asking questions,
and exclaiming when they saw the poor sick man. They
carried him indoors, and then they patted me, and said what
a clever pony I was, and they gave me the grandest supper
I had ever had in my life.
Well, next day I went back to the Hill Farm, but I
did not stay there long, for when the sick man recovered
he wanted to have me for his own.
"For Job knew the way better than I did," he said;
"and then after I made the mistake, he saved my life, for
if he had not taken me to the Plover's Farm, and I had
been left out in the wet all night, I must have died."
So I returned with my new master, and the first person
I saw at my new home was little Phyllis, who ran out to
meet her Father. And he lifted her up to me, and she put
her arms round my neck, and kissed me, and said-
Dood Job, dear Job! I love 'oo, Job, 'cause 'oo was
dood to my dear, darling Daddy!"
M. A. A Hoyer.


GU ~.rC\cACrT went
out to feed the
hen that was sitting
on ten eggs, and -
Tommy went to help.
"Shoo," said
Granny, "get off your .
eggs, old hen, and
stretch yourself a bit."
"Se'f a bit," echoed "'
The hen jumped off her nest, with a loud cackle, and
Tommy saw the eggs.
"Pitty, pitty ballies," he said, and clapped his hands.
"Not ballies, Tommy," said Granny; "eggs, Tommy,
with chickens inside them." Then she pointed to a big
brown egg and laughed. "Perhaps that one has a brown
chicken inside it, and there is very likely a white chicken
in that white egg."
"White schicken-white ballie," murmured Tommy.
Tommy was quite a little boy-only "two and a bit"
as he said himself-but he lived in Africa, and he was
accustomed to play about by himself near the house; so he
started to go through the billiard-room into the garden where
the puppies were, and there he saw two white balls and a
red one, standing in a row on a low settee.
Pitty white ballies, with white chickenss" he said, and

then, clasping the red .
one in a fond embrace
-"Pitty, pitty red
chickenn" he whispered. i
He hurried back, i9 A,.
quick as thought, and K .,
put the red ball in
amongst the eggs,
nearly tipping himself" '-
into the box as he did
so. Then, breathless and panting, and very red in the face,
he scrambled up, and trotted back to the puppies, looking
back so often, as he went, that he tripped in the doorway,
and fell flat on his face, crying out, "Poor knees agen!"
"Mary, what can have become of the red billiard-ball?"
said Tommy's Father that evening.
"I haven't the least idea," said Mary, "but I will look
for it."
The next morning Granny went with Tommy to see if
the chickens were out of their shells, and sure enough, when
she got off the nest with a cackle, there they were!-fuzzy
little bits of down, and in the middle
of them lay the red billiard-ball!
S" My goodness! how, in the name
of all that's wonderful," said
Tommy's Daddy, "did the billiard-
ball get under the hen?"
Red ballie, red chickenn" said
Tommy excitedly; "brown ballie, brown
chickenn" and he waved the billiard-
,-,. ball in Granny's face.

When they found out what he meant, they all sat down
and laughed till Tommy was almost frightened, and then his
Mother picked him up in her arms, and said-
"Little goose, did you really think that Daddy's billiard-
ball would turn into a chicken? How surprised the hen
must have been at her new egag!"
L. Butt.

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", OS\CT you take a bite of hay \ .
From our hand this summer day?"

"Shall we?" said one to the other;
"Ought we not to ask our mother?"

"No; they won't hurt us, I am sure-
Besides, we've often met before l"

OME back!" the little maiden cried,
S And held the cage door open wide.
"Come back, my little sweet-eyed dove,
S Back to the pretty home you love!

"The world is fair, but oh! so wide,
And there. are dangers, too, outside;
The wild winds shake the strongest tree-
Come back, sweet, and be safe with me!"

"Coo-coo," the little dove replied,
"I want to see the world so wide.
Oh! why must I a prisoner be,
While other birds are ever free?"

But late that night in wind and rain,
There came a tapping at the pane:
A voice so tired and sad cried, "Coo,-
I have come back, to home and you."
Clhfon Bing/lam.

CO -ME B .- 16.W.

Thc B3irds' Ncst.

4A DeAF e47T THE FeRM.

C" HOES you will behave nicely when my London cousin
comes to see me," said Daisy to her chickies. She is
sure to be very grand, and I don't know what she'll think if
you behave badly. Now, Peepychick, don't push Downy-
wing out of the way, you ,greedy little chick ; you will get
into trouble one of these days if you are so naughty."
When Mary, the. London cousin, arrived, Daisy found
she was not at all grand, but just such a little girl as
Daisy herself, only not quite so rosy-cheeked, perhaps.
Daisy took her to see all the animals on the farm,
introducing her most particularly to old Meadow-sweet and
her pretty little calf.
"Isn't it a darling?" she asked Mary; "and Father says
S,,, it shall be called Daisy after me."
When Mary had sufficiently
S.' admired the pretty creature, Daisy
took her to the poultry-yard.
This Mary liked better than
anything else at the farm. There
was a big pigeon-house, and the-
,.,j pigeons came fluttering down
-. on Daisy's shoulders, begging
.. ,.' ,for corn.
The turkeys and geese were
making a great noise, for Susan

had just brought them some food, and they were squabbling
over it.
"I have eight chickies of my very own, and I will give
you one if you like," said Daisy. "It can live here, but it
will be yours. Why," she exclaimed in astonishment, as
Mrs. Dorking and her brood came strutting towards them,
"there are only seven chicks, and it is that naughty
Peepychick who is missing."
Yes, Peepychick, the scapegrace of his family, was gone.

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But he was
not far off, for
Daisy spied him u, 'a
actually fighting :
with the geese .
and turkeys for
a share of their e-
SOh, he will n tr
be hurt," she
cried, rushing to the rescue, but before she reached him an old
turkey-cock gave him a kick and sent him sprawling on his back.
Daisy picked him up and carried him into the house
to her Mother. He was not severely hurt, but very much
frightened, so they decided to take him to his Mamma.
Mary carried him, and kissed the little fluffy fellow tenderly
before she put him through the bars of the hen-coop.
At last .the pleasant day came to an end. The cows had
gone home to be milked, and after saying Good-bye" to
Neddy, the little grey donkey, who was a special friend of
Daisy's, and seeing the little chicks tucked up under their
Mother's wings, and watching the grown-up fowls gravely
going up the funny steep staircase which led to their bed-
room, Daisy's Mother said that it was time for M'ary to
go home. She told Daisy she had spent a lovely day. As
she kissed her good-bye she whispered, "Please, Daisy, if I
am to have a little chick for my very own, I s/lzuld like to
have Peepychick."
"Very well, dear," replied Daisy, "and I hope he will
behave better in future." And Peepychick did.
Lucy L. Veedon.


T FI(, for a table the stump of a tree,

Cut bread-and-butter and pour out the tea.

There's only one cup amongst the four,

It's tea in the woods, so who wants more?


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S There's lots of sugar and plenty of milk,
SThe grass is a carpet soft as silk.

1' 'k Chatter away till the birds in the trees
Wonder what sort of
birds are these.

For tea in the Nursery pray who cares,
With proper table and cloth and chairs?

Tea in the woods is a lovely thing,
Tea in-the woods is a meal for a king.


J DO0\"T know, I'm sure, said the Squirrel, why they
call the Owl the wisest of birds. I never met an owl
that had enough sense to be trusted out alone on the
brightest day. We squirrels are much more sensible. When
I was a young squirrel, my home was in a very charming
hole in the side of an oak-tree. I had been very busy all
the autumn, collecting nuts, and storing them in the hole
to be ready for me to eat later on. I had spent the afternoon
with a family of squirrels, who lived on the south side of the
wood, and returned home in the evening. I ran up the trunk
of the oak tree, and was just going to jump into the nice little
hole where all my nuts were stored, when I saw looking out
at me from the door of my home, a large speckled Owl.
I wasn't frightened, not really frightened-only surprised.
"I beg your pardon," I said very politely, but that's
my house you are sitting in!"
"Your house, indeed!" said the Owl. "As if I hadn't
the right to any house in the wood I choose to take "


"And those are my nuts you are sitting on," I said.
Don't apologise," he said; I am quite comfortable."
"And you won't choose some other place, and let me
come into my home again?" I asked.
The Owl laughed. Now, is it likely?" he said.
"Very well,". I answered; and I ran down the tree as
quickly as I could. I went and found another tree with a
larger hole in it, and I carried all the empty nut-shells I
could find, and stored them away there, and then I went
back to the Owl. "Do you know," I said, "I am really
quite glad you have taken my house. I have got a bigger
one now, and a much finer heap of nuts to sit on."
"Really?" said the Owl. "I must go and see that."
I ran to show him the way. Directly he saw my new
house, he exclaimed, "This is the place for me. The old
hole is quite big enough for a silly little Squirrel."
"Very well," I said; "I must try and make it do."
I reached home as quickly as I could, for fear he should
change his mind. So you see I managed to make the Owl
do as I wanted, though he is the wisest of all woodland
creatures, and I am only a silly little Squirrel.


07 you know our pony? No? Why, I am sur-
prised-I thought everyone knew our pony.
.. He is the most comical little fellow you ever
saw, and plays such droll tricks that you can't
help laughing at him, even when you are
feeling rather cross and would like to pout
and be sulky. He is called Punch"-isn't it a funny name?
But I think it suits him very well. I am the eldest of our
family, so I can remember Punch when he was a little
baby pony, frisking about in the park with his mother, and
trying to persuade the grown-up horses to play games with
him. I used to pay him a visit every morning, and take
him something good to eat-apples generally, for Punch was
always very fond of an apple. He soon got to know me
quite well, and would come running to me and poke his
little nose into my basket to see what I had brought him.
As soon as Punch was considered old enough to carry
a saddle, I was allowed to ride him, and oh! what lovely
times we had together, scampering over the downs, with
Scott and Pepper at our heels. Scott is our collie, and is
a particular friend of Mr. Punch's. You may often see them
racing round the park together. One morning I saw old
Dapple, the grey mare, join in their romps-she was evidently
determined they should not have all the fun to themselves.
Once Punch got into sad disgrace. The park gate was
broken, and would not fasten very securely, and the naughty
little rascal must have pushed it open with his nose, and


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then walked out into the lane. Not content with that, he
must needs go straying into a field of corn. "Ah!" he
thought to himself, "now I am going to enjoy myself."
And no doubt he did;. any way, he had done a good deal
of mischief by the time' Ted, the groom, found him. He
had-trampled down the corn, and eaten a great deal more
of it. than was good for him. At first he did not seem a
bit sorry for what he had done, but he soon found out that
no one-not even ponies-can be naughty without being
punished for it. As he could not be trusted in the park
until the gate was mended, he was shut up in a little
paddock near the cow-sheds. He did not like that at all,
for he had no companions there, and it was very dull, except
when some of us children went down to see him and had a
game with him. He was very restless and impatient, and
must have surprised the staid old cows when they came up
to the sheds to be milked. He was so pleased when he was
allowed into the park again, as you can well imagine.
But now, if you want to see our pony, you can, for
there he is, dear little fellow, taking our Baby for a ride.


ST IV08 in my kennel?" Rover said.
He wagged his tail and shook his head
"I don't think you would like it, dear-
It's very cold sometimes out here.

" No nice warm bread-and-milk to sup;
No Mother's hand to tuck you up;
No pillow white, no cosy bed-
You wouldn't like it!" Rover said.


"( W88T, tweet! twitter, twitter! Open the window quickly,
Miss Elsie, and let me in, for I have something very
interesting to tell you," chirped Mrs. Sparrow, as she
perched on the window-sill of little Elsie's bed-room. Elsie
sprang out of bed at once.
"Good morning," said she; "and what is the wonderful
piece of news you have to tell me? You seem in a fine
fluster about it."
Fluster, indeed," chirped Mrs. Sparrow, half-offended,
" and so would you be in a fluster if you had done
anything half as clever as I have. I've a good mind not
to tell you anything about it."
"Oh, do, please, dear Mrs. Sparrow," said Elsie, who
was sorry to have offended her friend; "I am so curious to
know what you can have done that is even more clever,
than building your cosy nest."

Now, as Mrs. Sparrow was
Longing to tell the wonderful
"--U ,. news, she smoothed her ruffled
plumage, and said, "Lean out
of the window and peep into
-" i ." "- my nest, and then you will
see four beautiful little eggs."
"Oh," said Elsie, when, by
craning her neck out of the window, she at last managed
to catch sight of them; "they are pretty. Do you think
you could spare me one?"
"Not one!" replied Mrs. Sparrow promptly, and she
spread her wings over her treasures, and looked quite fiercely
at Elsie.
"Well, you needn't be so cross about it," said the
child. I don't want to steal your eggs, so there's no need
to cover them up so closely. Let me have one more peep."
Mrs. Sparrow let her have another peep, and then Elsie
ran away to tell her Mother what she had seen.
Now it happened that Elsie went away that day to
spend some weeks with a little friend, and she enjoyed
herself so much that she quite forgot all about Mrs.
Sparrow and her eggs, but the morning after her return,
when she awoke, she heard a tapping at her window, and
then a sprightly chirrup.
"It's. Mrs. Sparrow, I know," said Elsie, running to
the window to greet her. But it was Mr. Sparrow this time.
He made Elsie a polite little bow, and said-
My wife's compliments, and could you call upon her
this morning? She cannot come to see you, as her domestic
duties detain her."

I'll come at once," -replied Elsie, popping her curly
head out of the window.
Mrs. Sparrow sat in her nest, with wings outspread.
"Good morning, Miss Elsie," she chirped. "I've got a
surprise for you, Look here, what do you think of these
little darlings?" and gently lifting her wings, she displayed
to Elsie's admiring gaze a brood of young birds.
"Oh, what dear, funny, little things!" cried Elsie. You
must be proud."
Just then, Dicky, who had been sitting with his mouth
wide open, gave one of his brothers a violent peck. "There! "
whispered the mother-bird, "did you see that?" Then,
turning to him, she remarked, If you don't behave yourself,
Master Dicky, you shan't have any breakfast."
Now, although as time passed on, the nestlings improved
in their personal appearance, and Dickie in particular began
to grow a fine handsome bird, I am sorry to say that his
behaviour did not improve with his looks. He was so
conceited, and quarrelled so unceasingly with his brothers and
sisters, that poor Mrs. Sparrow was nearly worried to death.
"Look at my tail, mother," the vain little bird would
say; "it is almost as long as father's, and not at all like
the stupid little stumps that Peepy and the others think so
much of."
"Foolish birdie," his mother would reply. "It is only
because your tail is so short that you are
unable to see it, that you think it so much
better than other people's." .
Master Dick did not like being corrected, '
so he hopped out of the nest, and walked )
along the gutter in what he thought a very w,"

dignified manner. But he soon came cheeping and fluttering
back to his mother, for, just round the corner of the house,
he saw a large tabby cat. Oh, how frightened he was Luckily,
Elsie saw pussy and drove her away, 'or I don't know what
might have happened. However, it was a lesson to Dicky,
for, in future, he did not try to show off quite so much,
and by the time he and his brothers and sisters. were old
enough to fly away, and build nests of their own, he had
become quite a wise little birdie.
Lucy L. [Veedon.

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'7H11 88 big grunters in a sty,
On their nice clean straw they lie,
Grunting softly all the day,
Such contented pigs are they.
Ask them why--they would reply,
"Home is home, though 'tis a sty!"


ORD BROWN-OWL was very much in
love, but he was very shy, and he never
/ could make up his mind to ask Lady Fluffy-
face to marry him, and come and live with
S > him in the big ruin where he had a hand-
some house.
He never even had the courage to talk to her, and when
he went and perched under the hole in the old oak where she
lived, and sang songs to try and charm her heart, she only
laughed at him. And indeed his voice was rather hoarse,
so he was very miserable.
One night as he was roaming through the woods he
met young Sir Nightingale.
How are you, my dear Brown-owl," said he. "You
look rather out of spirits."
"I am," said the Owl, "very. You look gay enough."
"I've just come from a concert," Sir Nightingale said;
'"at least, not exactly a concert, for nobody sang but me,
but dozens of couples were listening. Now, what's wrong
with you ?"
Lord Brown-owl told his tale.
"Ah," -said Sir Nightingale, "you screw up your courage
and ask her to take a fly with you to-night, and when she
is a little tired ask her. to sit down on the big oak, and
I will be there."

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Lord Brown-owl did as he was told, though he didn't
quite see how it was to help him. And when he and Lady
Fluffy-face were perched upon the bough Sir Nightingale
began to sing, first of the woods and fields, and the
moonlight on the river; then of ruins, and sadness, and
lives that were lonely. And Lady Fluffy-face listened, and
crept a little closer to Lord Brown-owl as if she wanted
comforting. Then the song changed to one of hope and
happiness and true love, of nests in high towers, and peace
and happy homes.
And as he listened to the lovely song, Lord Brown-owl
felt his heart grow strong and brave, and he put his wing
round Lady Fluffy-face, and said, "Dearest, I love you so.
Let us be married, and all our life will be as sweet as the
song of the Nightingale."
She rubbed her soft head against his face, and said,
"Yes"; and Sir Nightingale flew down, laughing kindly, to
wish them joy.
"I shall never forget your kindness," said Lord Brown-
owl, as he shook claws with him warmly. But the little
Lady Owl only hung her head, and thanked Sir Nightingale
for his beautiful song.
Now, some time after
this a bird-catcher and his
little son sat down to rest in il
the ruin. And as they talked
Lord Brown-owl listened.
"I shall catch a lot of .
birds to-night in that wood," i f -
said the Bird-catcher.
"How?" said the child.

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With bird-lime."
What's bird-lime?"
"Oh, you put it on the branches, and the birds go to
perch there, and can't get off again. They stick fast-see?"
"I see," said the child. Lord Brown-owl saw too. He
was terrified, and at once hurried off to tell his friend.
"One good turn deserves another," he said, as he thought
of his dear little Owl-wife.
"So that's the idea, is it?" said the Nightingale. And
with that he began to sing, though it was high noon, till
all the birds gathered round him. Then he told them the
dreadful danger they were all in.
"We mustn't roost in the wood," said every one at once.
'Lady Brown-owl and I will be happy to see you all
in the ruin," said Lord Brown-owl handsomely. "Any friend
of Sir Nightingale's is a friend of mine."

So that night the birds all roosted in the ruin and
quite a lot of bird-lime was wasted. The bird-catcher went
away very much disgusted, and never again tried to catch
birds in that wood. And all the birds joined together, and
gave a handsome wedding present to Lord and Lady
I haven't time to tell you. what the present was, but
you can see it yourself whenever you like to call on the
young couple. Their address is: "The Nest, The Ruin,


L OI, the cows are in the corn-
Where's Boy Blue, to blow his horn?
I'm afraid, like sweet Bo-Peep,
He's at home, and fast asleep.


SWISH I were a princess, with nothing to do,"
sighed Molly, as she picked up the cabbages
and went out to the yard behind the house to
wash them.
"I'll pretend I am a princess," she said, "and
that these cabbages are roses."
Stumpy-tail, the terrier, followed her into the yard,
and Chatter, the magpie, flew down to greet her, and spying
a nice fat caterpillar on one of the cabbages, gobbled it up
in a trice.
"Ah," said he, with a virtuous air, "you shouldn't wish
to be a princess, or you may come to a bad end, like a
king I once knew."
"Did you really know a king?"
Yes," replied Chatter, with his
head on one side and a knowing
twinkle in his eye. He was called
'Manylegs,' and lived in the middle
of a forest. Manylegs was just as
greedy as he could be, and ate up
so much of his forest that there
would soon have been nothing left, ,
had not a noble eagle flown down ,.. -'
and swallowed him." .;- "'
"But what a funny king to
eat up a forest," said Molly.

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"Well, caterpillars are queer creatures," replied Chatter.
Oh, so it was only a caterpillar after all, and I
suppose the forest was this cabbage. But the eagle? Why,
Chatter, I believe the eagle was yourself. Oh, you conceited
bird! "
"Conceited yourself," scolded Chatter, with an angry
shake of his tail. "Who called herself a princess, I should
like to know?"
Molly had no answer ready, so she only laughed and
set to work on her cabbages.

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ST was caught in the brambles at the edge of the wood,
where the white road winds by from the market
town-caught by its soft white wool, and bleating piteously.
The three maidens heard it as they turned into the
road from the wood, and they stopped to look and listen.
"It's only a lamb," said Elsa.
Come on-we shall be late for supper," Lois said.
But Lettice said, Poor little thing," and began to free
it from the sharp thorns of the brambles.
Let it alone-it'll be all right," said Elsa.
"It's no business of ours any way," said Lois.
But Lettice said, I shall take it home and care for
it, and if the shepherd it belongs to comes for it, he shall
have it."
So you see she was both kind and honest. And she
took the little lamb home, and she cared for him and loved
him, and he grew more beautiful every day; and at last he
grew up into the most splendid ram that ever was seen.
His fleece was like fresh cream for colour, and as for his
horns, they were of pure gold, and shone like the sun.
Still no shepherd came to claim him.
But when the lamb was three years old it was the
birthday of the King's son of that land. And all the folks
brought him presents of such as they had-sheaves of corn,
garlands of flowers, silk from the loom, and wrought needle-
work. Now the King's chief shepherd had it in his mind

to give a splendid present to the King's son, so he had
sent into a far country for a hundred lambs, of a kind not
known in that land, and now he looked to have a hundred
rams to give to the Prince, each ram with a fleece of silk
and horns of twisted gold. But when he gave his gift,
there were only ninety-nine. This was because, as the lambs
came from that far land, one had been caught by the wayside
and found by Lettice. And the young shepherd who had
charge of the flock hid the loss, because he was afraid he
would be blamed, and he thought one out of a hundred
would never be missed. But the rams ranged themselves
by tens-so that the hundredth was missed at once.
Now, of all the presents that the Prince had on his
birthday, he liked the ninety-nine white rams best, and
nothing would serve but he must have a hundredth. Messengers
were sent far and wide to all the sheep fairs in the world,
and when they came back they said, "Your Highness, there
is not in all the world another ram with the fleece of silk
and the horns of twisted gold." So then the Prince grew ill,
which is a way Princes have when they can't get everything
they want. And the King
said, I will give a thousand
,' gold pieces to anyone who
.. can bring a ram to complete
the flock."
Now, when Elsa and
Lois heard that, they took
an old ram and spun a silk
i fleece and sewed it on him,
and they gilded his horns,
and garlanded him with

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flowers, and took him to the palace. When the Prince saw
them leading him in, he cried, "Oh, give the gold pieces
to them, and let the ram be led into my fold."
But his father said, Nay, his silk fleece is not so
white as theirs."
"That's the fine food they eat," said Elsa.
"And his horns are not so bright."
"That's the sweet milk they drink," said Lois.
So the ram was put in the fold, and the other rams
set upon him and tore his false fleece off, and rubbed the
gold off his horns.
So the Prince grew more ill than ever.
Then Lettice, hearing of all this, said to her ram-
"You must go, dear one, and cure the Prince," and as
she said it she cried, because she loved him.
Now, the Prince, looking out of his sick-room window,
saw a white ram more beautiful than his ninety-nine. And
the maiden leading it was fairer than the day. And Lettice
told him how she had found the ram, and the King's son,
hearing, cried, I will marry none but this maiden."
Then the King said, "But his fleece is whiter than any
of the others."
"Because I washed it every night," said Lettice.
"And his horns are brighter."
Because I have polished them every day," said Lettice.
So they turned her ram into the fold, and the other
rams knelt before him, for he was the King of them all.
So Lettice married the Prince, and he was never ill
again, because now he had everything even a Prince could
wish for.
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WO very-well-brought-up young Crows, who had grown
too big to live with their Mammas, and too hungry to
visit their great-uncles and aunts very often, made up their
minds that, as soon as ever the nice sweet Spring came
round, they would set up nest-keeping all on their own
So when St. Valentine's Day arrived, they flew here
and they flew there.
They poked their busy bills into the fork of a tree,
and tapped it, and cast their dark bright eyes around the
tree's root, and tapped it. The fact was, they were a too
particular couple of crows.
At last, after a great deal of searching, and prying, and

tapping, and peeping, they found a tree which suited Mr.
Crow completely, and Mrs. Crow, well, perhaps three-quarters.
"You see, Mr. Crow," said his mate, "we must not be
too hasty in our selection of a site. There's the wind to
be considered, and the dust to be considered, and several
other odds and ends, which you, Mr. Crow, know little or
nothing about."
"Well, when I lived at home with my Mamma--"
began Mr. C.
But Mrs. C. interrupted him-
"If there's one thing that annoys me more than another,
my pet, it is those stupid stories you tell, which usually
begin, 'When I-lived at home with my Mamma'! But I've
made up my mind"-here the lady bird danced a quaint
little hornpipe, to show that really she had made up her
mind-"and we will build our nest on that bonny bough!
Now, may I trouble you to pass a
few straws, please?"
S' Poor Mr. Crow was so surprised
'' 's ur' pi
/_ that affairs had been so quickly settled,
that he blinked twice, and then nearly
S| __. -._ / toppled over.
"Hallo, there !"
\, B(- cried some Crows
perched up aloft,
"what are you
doing ?"
ing I answered
Mrs. Crow quite

Be off! cried an old lady
S Crow, with a terrible gruff voice.
Madam," piped Mr. Crow,
in a regular tiff, "do you
know that you are addressing
my better-much better half?"
"Be off I" cried the old lady Crow again. "Away with
you! We want no silly young couples here. Why, this is
the very best and finest tree in the rookery, and tenanted
by the wisest and most venerable birds!"
"Do you know, when I lived at home with my
Mamma--" volunteered Mr. Crow. But the old lady Crow
interrupted him with-
"Nonsense! See, all the crows are laughing at youl"
Except grand-dad in the corner there," struck in
another elderly female Crow, "and I see he is smiling all
round his beak and half way down his back!"
Then you should have seen the tussle which followed,
for as fast as the nice and particular young couple tried to
build a nest- and they did try hard-all the old crow
couples, uniting together, very quickly pulled it to pieces.
There were sticks flying here, and straws flying there; and
the wool they had gathered tickled their beaks, while the
dust that they raised got down their throats-till, good
gracious mel what a fuss and a scene there was, to be sure
At length, thoroughly tired and beaten, young Mr. and
Mrs. Crow flew away, and alighted on a bramble-bush.
"'Pears to me," said Mr. Crow, blinking sideways,
"'pears to me, my love, we've been snubbed!" Mrs. Crow
waited awhile. But as her mate said nothing about "when
he lived at home with his Mamma," she sighed and said-

"Any place will do to build in now, darling."
"Well," said Mr. Crow, shaking his head, "old couples
seem to think that young couples should not begin nest-
keeping at the top of high trees, but must work their way
upwards. So suppose we build our nest just where we
can, eh ?"
"Oh, very well, my dear," said she; "a middle-class
tree will do for me; in a stick-and-mud nest quite happy
I'll be. For trees keep on growing and growing, you see;
and- some day (in this, I think you'll agree) we may yet
live high up in the world, Mr. C. !" Mary Boyle.


" H OW'S your family?" -
said Mr. Rook,
"I've just come round to
have a look."
"'Oh! what's that? we're in
a terrible fixture, 1
There's a horrible man just
painting our picture."
SThe picture was painted,
and sent to me,
And I've put it in here
# for you to see.


^ E HS( were few more delightful places to stay
at than Heathfield, a little old-fashioned farm-
house on the edge of Wilderness Moor. It
was lonely, of course, for the nearest neigh-
bour lived quite three miles away, whilst to post
a letter or to buy groceries one had to go straight across
the moor into Deepdale Village, which was even farther
still. But nobody minded this in Summer-time. It was
quite a different thing when the snow lay deep upon the
ground, or the wind whistled drearily around the old farm-
house, and shook doors and windows, and threatened to
even carry away the brown thatched roof. Yet people could
not. live without necessaries. They wanted tea, and sugar,
and bread, and coffee, in the Winter just as much as in
Summer, and it was to get some of these things that Katie
Martin had left home one frosty morning before the storm,
that I am going to tell you about, began.
Dear, dear! cried Mrs. Martin, who was getting
anxious about her little daughter. "It is quite time Katie
was back."
Don't you worry, mistress," said Joan, the farm-
servant, glancing up at the grandfather's clock that stood in
the corner of the farmhouse kitchen. "It is not much more
than four o'clock; she is sure to be in soon."
But hark at the wind said Mrs. Martin. I can't

help worrying. If Shag had gone with her she would have
been safe enough, for the old dog knows every inch of the
"But, mistress, I don't think she'll attempt to cross it
with the wind rising like this," said Joan.
"Yes, yes," exclaimed Mrs. Martin, "but what I fear is
that she may have started before the storm began."
Joan said nothing in reply to this, but with every gust
of wind against the .window her heart sank lower and lower.
If Katie had started, she felt sure she would not reach
home safely.
There was nothing to be done but sit down and wait,
and listen and long for the click of the farmyard-gate, that
would tell them of Katie's arrival.
"Tick-tick" went the clock, round went the old time-
worn hands, and still Katie did not come; and now it was
quite dark and almost impossible to see through the window
for the snow that had drifted against it in soft, white,
feathery flakes. There was a lantern on the table ready
lighted, and shawls and wraps that would be wanted, Joan
said, as soon as the farmer came in and began the search
for poor little Katie.
ark, what noise is that?"
cried Mrs. Martin. "Why,
it's Shag barking to be let
in. Run to the door, Joan;
S- your master has come back at
last." But when Joan opened the
Door there was no sign of her
master. All she saw was Shag,
ar the sheep-dog, looking piteously


up into her face, \iLtI Kaue ic
basket in his mouth. Quick,
mistress, the lantern!" said Joan, )' \
snatching up one of the shawls,
and wrapping it closely round
her. If we follow Shag I'm -
sure he will lead us to Katie."
What a strange and anxious walk that was, with the-
old dog leading the way through the farmyard, out at the
gate, across the road, and then straight on to the moor.
How often they lost their footing in the great snow-drifts
that met them at every turn, and how many times they
would have lost their way altogether but for faithful Shag.
"Keep up heart, mistress," said Joan, as the dog
bounded forwards in the direction of an old disused quarry,
"for Katie is not far off."
Suddenly, and a few yards from the edge of the quarry,
Shag stopped, and as Mrs. Martin and Joan drew near,
they saw the little girl sitting on a heap of stones.

Oh, Mother, Mother!" said Katie.
Oh, Katie, my darling, my darling! cried Mrs. Martin.
"Thank God, you are found."
Then Joan lifted her up in her strong, kind arms, and
carried her homewards like a baby.
"Hush I somebody's calling Shag," cried Mrs. Martin,
as they neared the edge of the moor.
It must be master," said Joan; "listen!"
Shag, Shag! came the loud angry voice of the farmer.
"I'll teach you to play truant, you rascal. Why, who's
this?" he exclaimed in amazement,. as he came across the
little party just about entering the farm. What in the
world are you doing out here on such a night?"
"Oh, John," cried Mrs. Martin, we've been looking for
Katie, and but for dear old Shag, she would have been lost
on the moor."
"Shag?" said the farmer. "Then that's what he was
after when he tore away like mad, and would not come back
at my whistle."
Didn't you hear me call out, Father?" asked Katie,
as he carried her gently into the warm kitchen.
"No, no, darling, but Shag must have heard you. And
to think that I was gding to give him the worst hiding
that ever he had. had in his life," said the farmer, hugging
his little girl closer to his heart.
"And what will you give him now, Father?" said
"What we all want very badly, my little maid-a good
supper"; but to-morrow you and I will write to the papers,
and I think the Royal Humane Society will send him a
medal I L. Haskell.

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T HS whole farmyard was excited, but the pigeons thought
themselves the most hardly used, for till then they
had been the most admired creatures there, and now nobody
took any notice of them. No, they only looked at the
Peacock, that vain thing with the ridiculous tail.
"Such an absurd creature!" said Mr. Pouter; "he is
obliged to stand on the wall or his tail goes flopping about
in the dust. I am thankful I haven't a great broom of a
thing trailing behind me, and I am sure the colour of your
neck, Miss Cooee, is much prettier than those staring blue
eyes splotched over it!"
"And what a voice!" cried Miss Cooee.
"Yes," replied Mr. Pouter. "It makes me shudder right
across the garden."
"Suppose we ask everyone to send him to Coventry?"
said Mrs. Pouter, who had just come up. So they went
around, and asked everybody to promise they would not
speak to the Peacock, and they all consented.
Now after this the poor Peacock did not have a very
happy life. He didn't mean to be proud or conceited, and
he was really of a very friendly disposition. At last in
despair he went and sat by the Pigs' little house. Will
you speak to me, Mrs. Pig?" he said, with tears in his
eyes. "Will you tell me why I am so treated?"
Mrs. Pig nodded. She was a very wise person and had
been looking on with interest. They are jealous," she
said, "because of your tail, you know."

B" ut I can't help my
tail," sobbed the Peacock.
It grew of itself."
"And they say you are con-
ceited, and have an ugly voice "
"I know my voice is ugly,"
he replied. "But I can't help it,
and I must speak sometimes. Oh,
.I am a very miserable bird!"
S4. Well, I really am very sorry
S- -for you," said Mrs. Pig, "and I'll
Think what can be done." Then
Sthe poor Peacock went and sat
in a corner by himself. Just then Rover, the farm dog,
trotted up, and Mrs. Pig spoke to him. "There is to be
a meeting to-night and please you must come, Mrs. Pig.
Mrs. Mooey will be there, and Mr. Jack, the horse. I won't
have the yard destroyed by these quarrels."
It was a very full meeting and Rover took the chair.
When all the complaints had been heard he said to the
Pigeons: "Now look here! I think you are behaving very
badly. The Peacock can't help his tail or his voice. You
must be friendly!"
Oh, please do," said the Peacock pleadingly, in the very
softest squawk he could manage. "I am very sorry my
voice is ugly, but I won't talk more than I can help, or
spread my tail either, if you will only speak to me !"
Then the Pigeons looked very much ashamed. "We
are sorry we have been so horrid! they said, "and if you
will forgive us we will never be so any more! and so peace
was restored to the farmyard. M. A. Hoyer.


M OLLIE and Collie loved each other dearly, though
Mollie was a little girl and Collie a calf-Mollie's
own calf.
Mollie's Mother went into the cow-house one morning
when Collie was quite tiny, and found that his mother was
not well.
"Collie must go out into the meadow to-day," she said
to Mollie, who was, as usual, trotting round at her side.
"He is quite old enough and big enough to begin to take
care of himself with the other calves, and I must keep Mrs.
Collie at home and nurse her well again."
But to get Master Collie out into the meadow was not
an easy matter. As soon as he was led a few steps away
from his mother, he stopped and looked back, and began to
cry for her to come too.
"What a cry-baby he is! said Mollie's Mother, laughing.
"It is quite time he learnt to do without his mother, and
go he must."
But go he wouldn't, till Mollie thought of a plan to
entice him. She went into the meadow
and filled her pinafore with sweet young
grass and daisies, and, coming back,
offered some to Collie.
He liked it very much, and as she
gave him handful after handful, walking
towards the gate all the time, Collie

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went after her, right out into the field. "Now I must try
and amuse him," said kind little Mollie to herself, as she
shut- the gate. "He-will feel so lonely without his mother.
I should if I had to go away from my Mother for a
long time."


So all the sunshiny morning Mollie
S' took care of Collie amongst the butter-
// cups and daisies. She gave him as
many as he could eat, and then she
S made chains of the flowers and hung
lyo, -them round his neck.; and by-and-by,
when Mollie's Mother came out to look
after them, she found them both fast
asleep, Mollie cuddled up close to Collie, with her head on
his soft fat side.
Mrs. Collie was nearly well again in the evening when
the calves came home, and Mollie's Mother said that as she
and Collie seemed to understand each other so well, he
should be her very own, and she must take care of him.
Mollie was puzzled, and rather sorry, to find that Collie
grew up so much faster than she did; by the end of
the Summer he was ever so big, whilst Mollie could not
see that she herself had grown a bit.
She still, however, made a great pet of him, and
certainly he was rather spoilt. In fact, he was allowed more
of his own way than was altogether quite good for a calf.
One day Mollie's Mother was seated by the meadow-
gate peeling apples. Mollie
liked to watch the long "
white curls of peel falling, -
into the dish, and sometimes
a piece of apple was popped
into her mouth and a bit
of peel into Collie's as
he looked over the gate.
After a while Mollie's

Mother, having finished
up her apples, placed the
empty basket on the
seat whilst she went for
More, and Mollie trotted
"6 after her.
IIe Something kept them
for a little while, and
When they came back a
"very funny sight indeed
: .met their eyes.
SMaster Collie had
poked his head into the basket to see if there were any more
apple parings.
The basket smelt deliciously of apples, so he began to
nibble the straw of which it was made, and went on till he
had eaten a hole right through the bottom.
Of course his nose went through the hole, and he
tossed and shook his head to get it off, and the more he
tossed and shook, the tighter the sides of the basket
slipped up.
By the time Mollie and her Mother came back, there
stood Master Collie with the sides of the basket standing
out from behind his ears, like the brim of a sailor's hat set
on one side.
He looked dreadfully ashamed of himself, as you may
imagine, and hoped that his mother, who was lying down
at the other side of the field, would not see him.
How Mollie and her Mother laughed !-their- sides quite
ached with laughing, but at last Mollie stopped.
"Poor Collie wants me to take it off," she said; "and

I do not think he likes us to laugh at him so much,
She pulled the remains of the basket off his head as
gravely as she could, and Collie marched off, shaking his ears.
And after this adventure, he made up his mind that he
would never, never, eat the bottom out of a basket again.
Helen Marion Burnside.


P R TTY Sheep, so soft and white,
Were you very cold at night
When they cut off all your wool,
One bag, two bags, three bags full?
Please, kind. Sheep, don't run away
From me and my good dog Tray,
As you did from dear Bo-peep
When the poor child fell asleep.
Hope Myrtoun.


/"- OU love me well, dear Mistress,
You kiss me o'er and o'er;
SYou make me such a lovely bed
SUpon the kitchen floor;
SYou give me lots to eat and drink,
You run with me and play;
But why, oh why, dear Mistress,
Why wash me every day?

"For little girls and little boys,
I know, of course, it's right
To have a tub, and rub, and scrub
At morning and at night;
For it would vex their dear Mammas
If they should dirty be,
But then, what's good
for girls and boys
Does not apply to me.
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"So, if you think, dear Mistress,
That I require it, too,
You needn't have the water cold,
It makes me really blue;
You needn't rub me quite so hard;
Dear Mistress, kindly try
To keep the water from my nose,
The soap-suds from my eye!"
Fred. E. WVeatherly.


ST was the first really bright, warm day of the year,
and all the sparrows had flown down to the roof of
Mrs. Rabbit's house to ask if her children were quite well.
Mrs. Sparrow began, "Good morning, Mrs. Rabbit, good
morning. I thought I should never see you outside your
house. You seem to be always shut up in there."
"It's a very nice, warm house," said Mrs. Rabbit, for
she was very well off, "and I'm sure no one cares to be
on wet grass in such weather as we have been
The eldest Miss Sparrow looked over the
edge of the roof, and said, "You wouldn't
say that if you ever went to see your cousins i:'
in the fields; I often watch them running 4 1
about and playing in the sunshine."

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Yes," said the youngest. "It's much nicer than staying
in a stupid box with a wire door."
You know nothing about it," said Mrs. Rabbit. I
don't have to hunt for my food, and go hungry when I
can't find anything. It is always brought to me in a clean
dish, nice oats and bran, and sometimes a carrot or a fresh
cabbage-leaf as well. I don't have to wet my feet and get
my fur muddy like my poor relations."
"I think," said Mrs. Sparrow, "that no one ought to

7 live as you do, Mrs. Rabbit, and expect people
t to bring them food when they don't do
anything for it. Do you mean to bring up
S, your children to be idle, too?"
^ Mrs. Rabbit felt very airy at this. Indeed,"
she said, tossing her head up, "I think I shall
do better for them than you do for yours, poor things! I'm
sure I feel quite unhappy when I see them pecking nearly
all day before they can get. half enough to eat. It's my
belief you ought to seek out some kind person to take
them in, and get them a cage to live in, and good seed
to eat."
Oh, thank you, Mrs. Rabbit," said all the little
Sparrows at once; "we hope mother will never do anything
so dreadful as that. We wouldn't change our free, happy
life for the finest cage or best food in the world."
"And besides," said Mrs. Sparrow, "it's a good thing
to have to go hungry sometimes, because then you remember
and try to help other poor creatures who scarcely ever get
anything to eat."


J T was Spring-time, and little Alice had been out into
the garden to see if she could find a few violets for
Father's buttonhole.
She had picked quite a large bunch of them, and came
dancing into the house again, her cheeks aglow and her
eyes sparkling. Oh, Mother," she cried, "the swallows are
coming back-come and look. I know they are our swallows,
for they are wheeling round and round the pond just like
they did last year. Do you think any of them will build
their nest under my window again?"
"I can't say, my dear," said Mother, "but I think it
is very likely. Is the old nest there still?"
"No, Mother. Don't you remember it was blown away
in the great storm, just before Christmas?"
Very soon Alice's doubts were set at rest, for a pair of
pretty little swallows, after circling round the house for some
time, evidently intent upon choosing a cosy
corner in which to build, settled on Alice's
-- '-i window-sill, and shortly afterwards began
j-- making a neat little home for themselves,
S out of mud, hay, and wool. The hay and
__ the wool were used to line the nest, and
to keep snug and warm the five pretty
ilr eggs which Mrs. Swallow placed there.
1 By-and-by the eggs cracked, and out
came five wee heads, and five pairs of

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bright black eyes gazed enquiringly into Alice's face, as she
leant from her window to watch them. What a comfortable
home the mud nest was, and what a happy family were

the swallows! They thought them-
selves quite safe in their nest under
,, the roof, but alas, poor birdies!
there was a terrible misfortune in
store for them. One day two boys were coming along the
lane which ran past the back of Alice's home, and spied
the nest. They saw the old birds fly out to fetch food, and
guessed there were young birds in the nest.
From that moment they made up their minds to steal
the nestlings if they possibly could. Of course, they could
not reach the nest, but they climbed the garden wall and,
with a long pole, managed to knock down the poor swallows'
pretty home. The parent birds were away, but the nestlings
in their fright made such a screaming and a squeaking that
Cook came running out to- see what was the matter.
"You bad boys!" she cried, when she saw what they
had done. "Oh! what will Miss Alice say, and she so set
on them birds!"
Alice did not say much, but she cried so bitterly that
it was all Cook could do to comfort her.
See here, dearie," Cook said, fondling Alice's curls,
"don't you cry no more, and we'll see if we can't make
them another nest."
"Oh! Cook, could we?" said Alice, brightening up at
once. "Oh! do let us try."
So Cook got a small box and lined it with soft wool,

and then placed the poor little birdies in it, and set the
box on Alice's window-sill. When the old birds came home
it was very sad to see their grief on finding the nest, which
they had taken so much pains to build, broken and spoilt,
but they had their babies still, and soon these brave little
birds determined to build themselves another nest.
Then what do 'you think happened? Why, another pair
of swallows, who lived next door, set to work to help them.
First Alice's swallows would fly to the pond, round which
was an abundance of clay, and, bringing a piece of it in their
bills, would dab it on the wall; then their neighbours came
with their load, and so on. At last the house was all built
up again, and with great difficulty the parent birds helped
their young ones into it.
Then there was a rejoicing. It seemed as though Mr.
and Mrs. Swallow invited all their friends to a merry-making,
for such a twittering and chattering was never heard. They
all flew round and round the house, now swooping almost
down to the ground, and now soaring up into the sky. At
last it grew dark, and then they all bade each other good-
night, and went home to bed.
No one ever attempted to disturb the swallows' nest
again, so that the swallow family lived there happily until
the cold weather came, when, to Alice's regret, Mamma and
Papa Swallow and their five children, who were big birds
then, flew away to
warmer climes. "Never
mind, Alice," said her
Mother; "they will
come back again in the
Spring." And they did.



T H8T woke in
the morning
and jumped out of bed,
The sun was shining
bright overhead,
"It's going to be lovely
and fine," they said-
The Day they went
into the Country.

They put on their hats
and caught the train,
Mother brought an umbrella
in case of rain,
l They cried, "Oh, can't
i/te,. we smell the
.,,- hay plain!"-
.i The Day they went
/ into the Country.

They went all over
Buttercup Farm,
The turkeys filled
Baby with
much alarm,
Mother said they
would do no harm-
The Day they
went into
the Country.. ',P -

They talked to the cows, who answered "Moo,"
They saw them milked and drank some too,
And they met Lord Cock-a-doodle-doo--
The Day they went into the Country.

Over the hedge they peeped to see
Sweet little dears,
just one, two, three,
Two were the deer
who live in the dell,
K And who was the other?
why, Sister Nell-
The Day they went
t. into the Country.

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