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Title: Family pets for the youngest readers
Series Title: Cheery chat series
Physical Description: 1 v. (unpaged) : ill. (some col.) ; 25 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Lothrop Publishing Company ( Publisher )
Publisher: Lothrop Publishing Company
Place of Publication: Boston
Publication Date: c1896
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Subject: Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Children's stories, American   ( lcsh )
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Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
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Genre: Children's stories
Children's poetry
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FAMILY PETS













ABOUT ALLIE.

ERY far away,.across the ocean, in the city of Geneva,
which, you know, is in Switzerland, lives a little four-
year-old boy named Allie von K-
Though such a wee boy, Allie can speak in three
languages -German, French and English. I will tell
you how that is. His American mamma pets him in
English, his German papa frolics with him in German, and both
talk to him in French.
The way he sometimes jumbles all three languages together is
very funny. Allie knows that he has a grandma and aunties,
in America, but what "America" is he cannot quite make out.
Last summer he was told that "Aunt Jo" was coming from
America to see him. He was all anticipation and asked:


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ABOUT ALLIE.


Mamma, which way does the train from America come ?"
Sometime he will cross the ocean-but not in a train-and
see what a nice place America is. One night he said to his mother:
"Mamma, when will the day come?"
"When we get through
the night, dear," was the
reply.
"Oh," he exclaimed,
"is the night a tunnel ?"
He had noticed that
a train on entering a
tunnel goes from light
into darkness, then into
light again. Night is
a long, long tunnel, is -
it not?
Allie asked his mother
about tar, one day, and
she explained that it is
a fluid which comes from
a tree. The little boy _
immediately said: ALLIE'S AUNT JOE.
"When the wind blows hard does the tree cry and is the tar
its tears?"
All I am telling you is quite true, for "Aunt Jo" told it all
to me after her visit in. aeneva. This little boy takes with him
to bed every night a black woolly monkey, which I think is
very ugly indeed, but which he considers very beautiful, and
loves all the better because it was sent him from that wonder
land America." C. L. Brine.









































































































ALLIE AND HIS MAMMA.











WTY BESSIE LOVES HARRY



WHY BESSIE LOVES HARRY.

S.. Bessie goes to a lit-
S tie private school every
-. forenoonn. One morning
5_, V* -' Miss Andrews, the teach-
S er, took her pupils out
S- -- to walk. She often does
-- .L ... .that in fair weather.
_That day they went to
S- see the gold fish in the
\ -- -. pond in Doctor Macy's
grounds. This pond is
THE POND IN DOCTOR MACY'S GROUNDS.
small, but deep, and is
alive with the pretty gold-fish who swim round and round.
The children had brought bread crumbs to feed the fish, and
as they scattered the crumbs the fish would follow them along
the bank. The bank was steep and the curbstone smooth and
slippery. Miss Andrews had to call out, every second, "Take
care! be careful!" as some little girlie would bend too far over
the deep water.
At last Bessie did lean too far over the deep water. She
slipped, and was gone quite out of sight in an instant!
Then Miss Andrews lost her presence of mind. Instead of
thinking at once what to do, she only stood still and screamed.
So, when Bessie's brown little head came up out of the water,
there was no one to take hold of her and pull her out, and
down she went again under the water.
But somebody had heard Miss Andrews scream. That some-











TWHY BESSIE LOVES HARRY.


body was eight-year-old Harry, who came running as fast as his
two feet could bring him. And when Bessie came up the tHird
and last time, he was there to seize her and pull her out. So
it is no wonder that Bes- -:.s
sie and her mother, too,
love Harry. For had it
not been for Harry, Bes-
sie would certainly have
been drowned.
So she is always trot-
ting after Harry, and say- "
ing: "0 Harry, button
my boots! 0 Harry, give
me a drink of water! i- 1
Please Harry, let me ride
on your sled;" or, "Here
is a red apple for you,
Harry; 0 Harry, here are
some chocolate creams; 0
Harry, see what a cunning
saucer pie mamma has
baked for you and me,"
and so on and so on,
until her mamma says she
should think he would be
quite tired out with hear-
ing 0 Harry "O, HARRY, GIVE ME A DRINK OF WATER."
But he never is, 0 no he is a manly little boy, and likes
to take care of little girls, and stray kittens, and all wee bits
of things. -D.











THE MAN WHO INVENTED THE PRINTING PRESS.



THE MAN WHO INVENTED THE PRINTING PRESS.

Four hundred years ago, the
first book was printed. Yes,
there was once a time when
children had no books. The
grown folks had a kind of
books written, not printed
books. These were on long
strips of parchment that rolled
up Queer books, were they
not? and costly as well as
queer. None but the rich
J, could have them.
The first printing was done
with wooden blocks. The let-
ters were stamped on a block,
o and then the wood was cut
away, leaving the raised let-
ters. With this the page was
printed. But it was slow work
and costly, too, as a new
JOHANNES GUTENBERG.
block had to be made for
each page. About 1428, Johannes Gutenberg, a German, thought
by having each letter on a separate block they could be used over
and over. So he invented the printing press, and since then, the
world has had printed books. Every boy and girl who can read, wilE
like to see this copy of the statue of Gutenberg in Berlin.











MINNIETTE AND HER BABY.




MINNETTE AND HER BABY.

Herbert and Nellie named her. When they started for school
in the morning, she had five handsome babies. At noon there
was only one.
"You put them in that great '
coarse bag I saw you making,
Nora, I know you did," said \ .
Herbert. "
"Like bad, horrid Ned
Parks, when he drowned Min-
nette's other children," sobbed
Nellie. "I think it's a shame,
Nora. I do!"
"I 'low you children have / .
a great talent for arguing," I .
replied Nora, "but when you. .
causee an innocent person of a
deed like this, it's too much, ';
altogether. So, Master Her-
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her kitten out of- my basket' .
and put them in there," point- i
ing to a large chest of draw- NELLIE AND MINNETTE.
ers. "Quick," she commanded, pulling out the lower one. So
to the bottom of the deep place went Minnette and her baby.
"She's homesick, Nora," the children pleaded, when Minnette
cried and kept going out and coming back, taking the baby with her.



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MIINNETTE AND IHER BABY.


She'll get used to it, bime-by," was all Nora would say.
But alas! On one of her journeys the baby fell to the floor,
and, after much coaxing and fondling, the poor frightened mother
ran to the nursery and awoke the sleeping children.
"It's dead, Nora," they cried, running back to arouse the sound
sleeper. Do get up, please! and call mamma too!"
But all they could do was to quiet poor sorrowing Minnette
until morning. Then Nora ran across to Mrs. Clark's and bor-
rowed one of Tabby's seven babies. She put it into the basket
where Minnette's baby first lay. Then she called Minnette.
O, what a happy mother! She kissed and kissed her new
baby and sung a song. Then she jumped out of the basket and
coaxed papa and mamma to come and look too.
"Acted just as you all did when I came home from grand-
ma's last summer," Nellie said.
But after the baby grew larger the children used to wonder
if Minnette knew it was not her truly child.
So, one day, when the baby was frolicking about the nurs-
ery, and her mother sat watching her, Nellie went close to Min-
nette and whispered, "Do you know she isn't your own child?"
Minnette shook her head, and twitched her ears.
"That means no, of course," said Herbert.
Then Minnette arose, and with a stately air crossed to the
opposite side of the room. Fixing her eyes on the floor she sat
as though lost in thought.
"She's grieved," Nora said. Supposing some neighbor should
come in and ask your mother that question about your own
self how do you think she would feel ?"
"Well, I won't do so again," sighed Nellie.
And both children begged Minnette's pardon. E. Addie Heath.



































































































A NAUTICAL LESSON FROM GRANDPA.











TWO BOY&


TWO BOYS.

There are two boys, o'er the way,
Whose names are Jack and Joe;
The day oft brings different things
To each where'er they go.

The one seems always cheerful,
The other most forlorn--
Jack always knows where blooms the rose,
'Tis Joe that finds the thorn.

And if a bee they follow
To its nest among the trees,
Jack, you mind, the honey will find,
Joe'll be stung by the bees.

Joe sees the clouds that gather
Ahead to spoil their fun.
Whate'er the day on which they play
Jack always sees the sun. --Marie 8. Ladd


JACK AND JOE









AN ADVENTURE OF BALPH, A KANSAS BOY.


AN ADVENTURE OF RALPH, A KANSAS BOY.

He lived near a wild prairie, and he had a dog named Dick.
And one day Dick coaxed him to take a trip out on the wild
prairie. Dick would run a few steps ahead, then wait for Ralph
to come up. Then he would run a few more steps and wait.
He did that, over and over, till the two had travelled four miles
out on to the wild prairie. Then Dick, the careless, naughty
dog, went off after a bird,
and left little two-year-old )
Ralph alone on the wild,
wide prairie. And all the
time his mother was at work
in her kitchen, and thinking
Dick was taking such good o; 3
care of her baby.
Nobody knows what would
have become of Ralph if
a woman had not lost her
cow that very night The'"
cow had gone off on the ; ;
wild prairie, too, and the i1 I,
woman went to look her
up. While she was looking, '''" Il', I
she heard a child cry. RALPH, WHEN A BIG BOY OF FIVE.
A child on the prairie at this time o' night! said she; and
she started right off toward the crying. By this time Ralph
was crying right straight along, without stopping, so the woman









THE DOG'S CH.RIS TMAS WISH.


soon found him. And when she found the little bit of a boy,
sitting on the ground and crying so, she took him up in her
motherly arms, and said, "Poor little dear! what is your name ?"
But Ralph could not tell, because he had not yet learned to talk.
So she took him home with her and went round to all the
neighbors, and asked if anybody had lost a baby. Nobody had.
"Perhaps the child wandered off from an emigrant train," one
of the men neighbors said.
"Pshaw!" said the women. "No mother would go on and
leave her baby behind."
"There have some folks moved in over to the creek," said
another man, "and I shouldn't wonder if he belonged to them."
So the woman harnessed up and drove. over to the creek;
and this time, she had come to the right place to find the
mother of the lost baby. His mother had missed him, and was
looking everywhere for him. And though she had him at last,
safe and sound, she did not sleep one wink that night. For she
heard the wolves howling on the wide, wild prairie. And she
could not help thinking what might have become of him if the
woman had not found him. Frances A. Humphrey.




THE DOG'S CHRISTMAS WISH.

My little master wants a drum,
And a watch for his very own;
But I am only a little dog,
And I'd like a turkey bone.
-M. F Butts.




























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A STORY FOR THE LITTLE WOMAN.


A STORY FOR THE LITTLE WOMAN WHO HAS A BABY SISTER.

Sr" I never saw such a
naughty baby in all my
life! you won't do a thing
but cry. You are as cross
as two sticks; and I do
think babies are just-"
j Mamie stopped there. I
S-am afraid she was going
Sto say that babies are
7" horrid," when you and
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And Mamie did not go to. work the right way to manage her.
She said : Baby, you must be good. Baby, you must come with
me. Baby, you must get up." And baby just stuck her little shoe
toes up in the air, tucked her hands into her apron pockets and
said "unt," which meant I won't."











A BALLOON IN DANGER.


As Mamie leaned against a tree, quite out of sorts and cross
herself, just the brightest thought popped into her mind. This
thought was about a little donkey that, once upon a time, would not
stir one step though his master whipped and whipped him. An old
man- came 'by and said: Hang a turnip in front of your donkey's
nose and he will go." So his master hung the turnip in front of
his donkey's nose and off he started, trot, trot, trot, to catch up
with that turnip and eat it.
"That is the way to manage Baby," was Mamie's thought. So
she said no more, Baby, you must get up." She saw, a few feet
away, a butterfly resting on a clover top, and she said: "See,
Baby, see, pretty butterfly Baby run and catch the butterfly!"
and Baby took her hands from her apron pockets, put her little
feet fairly upon the ground and trotted off in great glee, chasing
the butterfly from clover top to clover top. H.


A BALLOON IN DANGER.



































































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HOW FUSS AND FEATHERS WENT TRAVELLING.


HOW FUSS AND FEATHERS WENT TRAVELLING.

B Donald is a West Vir-
S ; 'ginia boy, and Fuss and
Feathers are two of his
d many pets. Feathers is
in a most friendly hen.
Once she had a nest
e in a box, in Donald's
room. Every day she
left a great white egg
in the box, then flew out
of the window, cackling.
"An egg a day! an
egg a day! go barefoot,
go barefoot!" she said.
And Fuss answered, "I
can't get a shoe to fit
your foot can't get a
-- .shoe to fit your foot!
DONALD AND HI.PETS. it's forked it's forked !"
At least that was what uncle Fred told Donald they said. And
uncle Fred knows all about hens and chickens.
Well, once these two went travelling, and this is how it was.
There came warm rains that winter. These rains filled the little
streams and melted the snow in the mountains. They poured into
the great Ohio River, and made it overflow its banks. The towns
near the river were flooded, and the farm lands covered. It came











1HOW FUSS AND FEATHERS WENT TRA YELLING.

up around the house of Donald's father. One night the water
came in at the doors, and they all had to hurry up stairs. The
next morning the hen-house was gone. Donald cried when he
thought he would never see his pets again; but Fuss and Feath-
ers took care of themselves. The chickens on the lower roost
were drowned, but they kept on the upper perch, and went
sailing down the river. Fuss was frightened at the water below
him, and flew to the open window of the hen-house. Feathers
followed; such a world of waters as they saw; haystacks and
fences were floating near them; away they went, past the farms
and near the great towns. They were very hungry. Feathers
kept quite still, but Fuss crowed sometimes in a lonesome sort
of way. They floated almost a day, and were many miles from
home when some men in skiffs put a rope around the hen-house
and drew it ashore. They were taken to a strange yard and
fed.
At last the waters went down. Donald again played in the yard,
but was sad for the loss of his pets. One night as his papa
was reading his paper, he called, Donald, here is news for you,"
and read aloud to him about a man who had caught a hen-house
floating down the river with two chicken perched in the window.
I'll write to that man," said Donald, So he wrote a letter himself
telling all about his pet chickens. He said he would send his Christ-
mas dollar to the man if he would send them back. In a few
days one of the great steamboats stopped in front of his house
and put out a box with Fuss and Feathers in it. They were
so glad to get home, I expect they did not want to go travelling
again very soon; but this fall Donald put them in a new white
coop and took them to the Fair, and they came home with a red
ribbon tied to the coop. -Anna R. Henderson.





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PLAYING RED RIDING-HO OD.


PLAYING RED RIDING-HOOD.

When I was a little girl there lived not far from my father's
house, two dear old women in a little bit of a gray house. And
once a week my mamma would say, "Now, little Red Riding-
Hood, would you like to take this mince pie to the Goody-two-
Shoes? or this quince preserve ? or this bit of beef to roast? or
these caps? or this loaf of fresh bread ?"
And I did so like to have my mamma call me Red Riding-
Hood. Of all the little girls I had read about I loved Red Rid-
ing-Hood the best. Only I did wish the wolf had not eaten her.
So I would take my basket and go out through the back door,
and down the garden path, and over the stile, and go along the
narrow path by the brook, and across the meadow, and through
the bit of pine woods to the little gray house where the Goody-
two-Shoes lived. (Their real names were Tilly and Sally.)
When I got to their door, Kitty Yellow would always come
out to meet me and rub against me and purr. And then I
knocked, which is good manners. And Sally came to the door
and said, "If here isn't little Red Riding-Hood!" and Tilly said,
"Did you meet the big gray wolf, dear?"
"Yes, Goody-two-Shoes," I replied, I did. And he was a-whisk-
ing his tail and a-running on the fence." It was a big gray
squirrel, but I played it was a wolf. And the Goody-two-Shoes
would not laugh a bit. They took it all seriously.
Then I would take out the bit of beef, or caps, or whatever
it might be. Oh! it was great fun to play Red Riding-Hood and
Goody-two-Shoes. -H.



































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A TOL U PUG.


A TOLU PUG.

One morning the door bell rang so loudly that two small maid-
ens flew to the door, where, to their great surprise and delight,
they found the funniest, cleanest, blackest-nosed little pug, you
ever saw. He wore a silver collar, on which was tied a letter
of introduction "to Uncle Sam's sweet little nieces Nora and
Margaret."
Nora called all the family by name, on her way to her mamma's
room, followed by Madge, screaming with delight.
"Why, child alive!" said Grandmother Barnet, waking from
her nap in the chair, "I thought the house was on fire." "And
I," added Aunt Katherine, thought it must be burglars."
"Nora, Nora, has the house tumbled down?" called Dan from
the library, where he was studying his algebra; and when they
found it was nothing more dreadful than the arrival of a new
pug, they were very much relieved.
We'll line his basket with lovely blue, like my Sunday dress,"
said Nora. "No, we'll have yellow, lovely yellow, like oranges,"
insisted Madge; but Puggie didn't care what color it was, so he
laid his little monkey face on his paws and went to sleep.
"Now, I'll bathe Puggie," said Nora one day, as she held the
soft white sponge in the warm water and made a tub full of
white bubbles, "then, Madge, you can put on his new yellow bow"
- he wore yellow one day and blue the next-" and," concluded
Nora, "we'll call on Pauline Maxwell."
Puggie was a very proper caller and carried his card with
him, and when Hannah Maria came to the door, he put it in
her big red hand. He had learned most beautiful manners in his










































































































PETTING THE TOLU PUG.









A TOLEU PUG.


new home; why, Uncle Sam would hardly have known him,!
Yet he had one very distressing habit; I know you never could
guess what it was, and I am so sorry to say he learned it from
his dear little mistresses.
One hour after, Puggie, dressed in a huge yellow satin bow,
with two blue-eyed little women in white, sat in Pauline's beau-
tiful home. Pauline and Madge were playing duetts while the rest
listened. Suddenly Puggie smacked his lips, rose from his seat
and began to look for something up under the edge of the rock-
ing-chair. His funny black nose sniffed
and sniffed; then trotting to the piano
he ran his bright eyes over the under ,;-.
side, then on the window-sill, but found ;
nothing.
"Why, Nora," asked Aunt Jessie, --
watching him from her seat by the open
window, what does Puggie want ?" -.. ,-
Just then his pug-ship showed her
what he wanted before Nora could ex- THE TOLU PUG.
plain. Under the arm of the great leather chair, where Pauline
sat to study her geography, Puggie had found a wad of grayish
chewing-gum. His black eyes sparkled as he seized it and went
back to his seat. There he sat, chewing away for dear life, his
comical nose shining as if it had been polished, the big yellow
satin bow bobbing up and down with every motion of his fat little
jaws.
Poor Puggie had touched, tasted, and fallen a sad victim to the
dreadful habit of tolu chewing.
And if his little mistresses wished to know how queerly their
faces went when chewing gum, they had only to look at Puggie.
Valentine March.









THE OXEN'S _RECEPTION.


THE OXEN'S RECEPTION.

"Like oxen? Why, oxen
I. are too stupid to be liked,"
S1! 'said Olga.
S'" Think so ? and Farmer
Day laughed and patted
Hero and Hercules. "Just
''- invite your friends to come
'., i 1' to Grass Circle at 5.30 P. M.,
and we will show you how
stupid oxen are."
So at the time named we
I were all there together with
the oxen. They wore flow,
RO AD HERUES. ers upon their heads and
HERO AND HERCULES.
ribbons on their necks. The
first thing they did was to salute the company by kneeling.
Then two brightly painted stands were brought and Hero put
his hind feet on one stand and his fore feet on the other, and
Hercules walked under him. They crept around the circle on
their knees. They waltzed in perfect time to the music Black
Tom played.
They ended by see-sawing on a board just like the children.
This they liked so much they were not willing to stop for a
long time. "Now to your barn!" said Farmer Day. His men
held up two hurdles, the oxen leaped over them one after the
other, and then walked away. --Mrs. E. L. S. Puffer.








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KITTY CLOVER.


KITTY CLOVER.

Some milk sweet and creamy, I gave Kitty Clover,
She tasted a little, then ran to the door -
And loudly she called, "Me-ow," over and over,
Till out from the stable came little kits, four:
Smutty-nose, Black-back, White-foot and Gray--
Frisky, and playful, and graceful were they.


LITTLE KITS FOUR.


Then proud Kitty Clover said to them, "We'll dine
On that pan of fresh milk; it is creamy and fine."
But her talk was all Kitty-talk not yours or mine.
Sarah E. Howard.









































































IBTENRING TO THE WAIT&











HO W THE B 0 S SKATED.


HOW THE BOYS SKATED.


SIt snowed and thawed, it rained and froze,
Then cleared off in the night;
SAnd when the sun next morning rose,
We saw the queerest sight.


The streets were paved with shining ice,
The boys flew up and down;
Each wore the while a joyous smile-
None wore a solemn frown.
SKATING TO SCHOOL.

It was so droll, thought Will, to hear
His father say that morn,
Skate to the corn-house door and bring
A basket-full of corn."


For five whole days they went their ways,
With runners on their feet;-
To school they skated, skated home,
And skated down the street.


The wind then from the south blew warm,
The gentle rain came down;
The streets were filled with trickling rills,
The fields grew bare and brown.










LION AND TINY.


The sober folk who walked the earth
The rain saw fall with joy;
But sadly were the skates laid by,
By many a sad boy.

And, by and by, in some bright home,
With children at his knee,
He'll tell them how he skated then
In eighteen eighty-three. Helen Bird.


LION AND TINY.

When Dotty goes to market for mamma, Lion always goes
with her, to carry the big basket. One day, the basket acted
queerly. It made a
racket all its own self.
Pretty soon it said, "bow- ''
wow!" Then its cover ,
lifted a little bit. Dotty .
peeped in and -there -
was Tiny Lion loves-
Tiny, and likes to take
her with him every-
where. So he had picked .,
her up in his mouth,
dropped her into the 0
basket, shut the cover "
tight, and trotted off
with her to market. _
Mary Johnson. DOTTY, LION AND TINY.











A LAND WHERE IT IS ALWAYS SU HMER.


A LAND WHERE IT IS ALWAYS SUMMER.


This land where
,1 it is always sum-
m', er is the Island
; 'of New Guinea.
; It is the largest
island in the
S- world. It lies in
.:...!' the Pacific Ocean,
north of Australia.
___ __' On this island
A ePn .,P r.. J,,.. live the beautiful
Birdi of Pi:,ri:li- the most beautiful
Lii,1- iin tLhe voiil. These birds are shy,
a1nd1 the lea rt bit (.t noise, under the tree
nvhlr'ie they aie plerhing, will frighten
tlim inw.iv. Th.-y 1i'.ver alight on the
riunl. In the e:l.n morning is the best
tiine to get nit:v; thi-m. Then you may
somietllilis st' ten. or perhaps twenty,
lyin a;,iroLnl one tie.
'lir ihlumii;_e is of all colors-crim-
-, i, ri'I-ol,:ir, sk\--b1:lu3, green, deep blue,
-velvt\-.t ll::cIk. A tri:-iveller in New Guinea
-;:IVs lh: s-Iw .-ix of them dancing one
1I:rihriiii on a tree; their green and yel-
low luffs stood out, and their long flow-










A LAND WHERE IT IS AL WAYS SUMMiER


ing plumes looked as though each had been carefully combed
out. They do not sing, but twitter when they fly, something
like a sparrow.
Their nests are built of fine grass and lined with vegetable
down--like fern wool. Each nest has five eggs, the size of
sparrows' eggs. They are a delicate pink spotted with red.
The little hen
never leaves her Ti
nest when she L3 !2 ij













AN EMIGRANT RAINN' ,,

if he is killed, she -its on her eggs till
she starves to death. I "t.
The houses of the natives ar'? built on high
posts. Some of them build their houses in
setting.A NATIVE OF NEW GIA
the tops of high trees. They reach them









by steps like a ladder. The settlers from other countries travel in
an emigrant train as they do in our own West.
Besides the Birds of Paradise, New Guinea has other beautiful birds;
herong them is the crested Pigeon.
posts. Some of t em bu;- -- i r h s i N I F
bystepslik__et-. f,, o .ni tae in,
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THE RABBITS' SUPPEBRPARTY


THE RABBITS' SUPPER-PARTY.

Freddy was very fond of his rabbits. Grandpa was quite as
fond of his garden. He was fond of his long rows of tall, early
pea-vines. He thought the family might soon have nice, green
peas from these vines. But one morning he found that thieves
had been at his vines. They had gnawed the pods. But the
thieves had forgotten to cover up their tracks. These tracks led
straight to the rabbits' house; so grandpa knew Mr. and Mrs.
Bunny were the thieves. That night Freddy shut up his pets.
But the rabbits were too much for him. They burrowed
their way out, and gnawed the vines. They did the same the
next night, and the next, till grandpa got quite angry. On the
fourth morning, however, he found the vines had not been
touched. This seemed strange; but, when Freddy went to carry
his pets some clover, Mr. Bunny was missing. Freddy and Tom,
the stable boy, looked everywhere, but could not find him.
Next night Tom, who slept over the stable, thought he would
take a look at the vines, before he went to sleep. The moon shone
brightly, so he could see the vines clearly. All at once he saw
something moving across the beet bed something gray, long-eared,
swift. Aha! Mr. Bunny had come home! Behind Mr. Bunny,
came a big, brown, wild rabbit, and another and another, till there
seemed to be no end to them. They went straight to the pea-
vines and began to nibble. As to Tom, he called grandpa and
Freddy, and, in a trice, Mr. and Mrs. Bunny were caught, and
the wild rabbits scampered off without saying so much as "Thank
you." E. A. Fanning.





















































































THE WILD RABBITS SCAMPER OFF WITHOUT SAYING THANK YOU."










BOB.


BOB.


Bob was an English dog. He belonged to an English soldier,
whom he loved with all his big dog-heart. He went with his
master and his regiment to the Crimea. He took part in all the
battles of the famous siege of Sebastopol.
Every evening, he would seat himself by the side of the
wounded soldiers, and look at them with gentle, pitying eyes.
He would lick their hands,
and, in this way, try to lessen
their pain.
He was so devoted and so -
brave, that a medal was con-
ferred upon him; such a
medal as is given to a brave -
and devoted soldier. He was
enrolled as a member of
the regiment. He always an- -
swered to his name at the
roll-call.
After peace was declared,
'the troops embarked for Eng-
BOB.
land. But Bob was not to be
found. The officers went in search of him, and brought him
back. He had got on board the wrong vessel. They arrived
in London, and, on the day of the grand review of the troops,
Bob marched at the head of his regiment, before the Queen of
England. This picture is a true portrait of Bob. -D.
















































































































































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BABY ALICE SEES THE CHILDREN COMING OUT OF CHURCH.


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A 8 SWEET JVAL-ENTINE.


A SWEET VALENTINE.

Last winter Elbert spent
in Florida, with his father
and mother. The first of
February the flowers began
to bloom. St. Valentine's
day was at hand. Mamma,"
he said, "won't the folks
at home miss me? How
will grandma feel when
there is no one to slip
funny valentines under the
door, and ring the bell,
and run before she comes ?"
"I have an idea," said
mamma, "I think of some-
thing which you can send
GRANDMOTHER. -to grandmother which I am
sure she will think is the
loveliest valentine she has ever seen."
So Elbert and mamma went to work and with a little help
from papa the valentine was soon ready, and Elbert took it to
the post-office that afternoon.
Grandma sat at her table in the North. All outside was white
with snow. Before her were some pussy-willows, that aunt Ada
had gathered and coaxed into bloom. A ring at the door was
heard. There stood the postman with a stout little box. Grand.












A WEET VALENTINE.


ma opened it. It seemed full of soft, damp Florida moss; but,
in the midst, surrounded by its glossy green leaves, lay a large
white magnolia blossom. Aunt Ada placed it in a vase. A ac-
licious odor filled the room, and grandmother found on one of the
large, white, wax-like leaves, scratched in delicate lines, perhaps
with a pin, these precious verses:


Par from the winter's ice and snow,
Far from the land where the cold winds blow,
Down in the southern glow and shine,
Blossomed for you this valentine.


The heart which sends it is warm and true,
Rich as the fragrance it breathes for you;
Take you the love, dear grandmother mine,
Which comes with your Southern Valentine.
Anna R. Henderson.


CRESTED PIGEONS OF NEW GUINEA.











ELSIE'S WHITE MICE.


A FRENCH SCHOOL.


ELSIE'S WHITE MICE.

Elsie had been sick; she was getting better. The doctor came
only once a day. He said Elsie could sit up in the big chair
pretty soon. But the days seemed very long to Elsie.
When a little girl can run about and roll hoop, or coast, the
days are not half long enough. But when she has had scarlet
fever, and can hardly hold her head up, the days are very long
indeed.
Elsie has an uncle George. He is very fond of Elsie. One
day he brought in a box and sat it on the table beside her bed.
There was a little house in the box. In front of the house was
a glass tower.











ELSIE'S WHITE MICE.


"Is it a house for Anne Maria?" asked Elsie. Anne Maria
is her doll.
Uncle George lifted the glass tower. He scattered some meal
on the floor of the tower. Pretty soon out ran a little white
mouse from the door of the house; then another and another,
till there were four white mice in the tower. They began to
eat. What white tiny creatures they were!
"They are lovely," said Elsie, and you are lovely too, uncle
George, to give them to me."
Elsie played with her white mice every day. She sometimes
took them out of their house and let them nestle in her neck.
She was playing with them one day when the doctor came in.
He did not see them. They had hidden under Elsie's chin.
The doctor put down his head to -listen to Elsie's breathing.
Out popped the white mice and jumped into the doctor's shirt
bosom! The doctor jumped too. He did not expect to see mice
Shopping about in that way.
Then Elsie laughed very heartily, and the doctor said he was
glad to hear her laugh.
He said it did people
good to laugh. Elsie has
got well now and she
still keeps her white
mice. She has taught
them many pretty tricks,
and they run all over 5
her, and often hide in her
hair.
She calls them the
"nicest" of pets. THE WHITE CE IN THEIR HOUSE.
THIE WHIT]( M\ICE IN THEIR HOUSE.






























































































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WHENN I WAS A LITTLE GIRL," SAYS GRANDMOTHER.










THE SEASON WHY.


THE REASON WHY.

"My dear, what makes your cheeks so red?""
I asked one winter day
A little boy who came indoors
To finish up his play.
"Why, don't you know how cold it is?
It's cold as cold can be;
And that's what makes my cheeks so red;
L can't stay out," said he.

"My dear, what makes your cheeks so red?'
I asked one summer day
A little girl who came indoors
To finish up her play.
"Why, don't you know how hot it is?
It's hot as hot can be;
And that's what makes my cheeks so red;
I can't stay out," said she.

And now, when sometimes I myself,
Though I am wise and old,
Do think the day is much too hot
Or very much too cold,
I try to think if it were changed,
Perhaps I might not find
The weather just the opposite
A bit more to my mind! -Alice Wellington Rottin






































































































A LITTLE FAGOT GATHERED.










THE PA YS AT 8SCHO OL.


THE FAYS AT SCHOOL.


SIn a summer garden is a
: boarding-school,
S \'lFor the fairy maidens under
flower-rule.
t .-- I\), Witchy little fairies, fairies
S' sweet and prim,
Lazy careless fairies, fairies
neat and trim.
"I,'"'l ,"l'. All are met together lessons
S- I' i-'
S "/ hard to learn,
._ ---.- How to paint flower-petals,
how to curl a fern;
How to make the may-flowers
A LAZY FAIRY. and the violets fair;
How to sprinkle perfumes on the balmy air;
How to place a dew-drop in a flower's heart;
How to delve for honey (which is quite an art);
How to ring the lilies in a lovely chime;
How to make the four-o'clocks open just on time;
How to see in everything special use and beauty,
How through all their fairy lives to do their fairy duty.
-Harriot Brewer.


Are you worth your weight in gold?
Every good child is, I'm told.










EASTER MONDAY AT THE WHITE HOUSE &


EASTER MONDAY AT THE WHITE HOUSE.

f- "It's a surprise, you know," and
i 7/Nanette put her finger on her lips
"t }/ and smiled at old aunt Tulip.
\ "Mamma don't know one bit about
S. it." And mamma was surprised in-
Sdeed when Nanette lifted the cover
of the basket aunt Tulip had brought.
S/ "0 what a queer nest is this!
'. ... I What kind of hen laid these eggs?"
And mamma lifted first a pink egg,
A. then a blue egg, then a scarlet egg,
c1 1 then a -gilt egg. "Is it a riddle 7
': Shall I guess it? Well, then, I
,l I 'I. guess a pink hen laid the pink egg,
and a blue hen the blue egg, and
Sa scarlet hen the scarlet egg, and the
i gilt egg, O I'm sure I can never guess
(i\ what kind of hen laid the gilt egg !"
II "I know," said Nanette, clap-
"ir's A BURPRISE," SAID NANETTE. ping her hands and dancing on one
foot. "Aunt Tulip's big Cochins laid every single egg and aunty
boiled them in the loveliest dyes, didn't you, aunty? And you
know you said we'd go to see the egg-rolling; but you didn't
think, did you, mamma, that I should have such lovely, lovely
eggs to roll ?" and Nanette threw her arms round the neck of
the dear old kind colored aunty and kissed her again and again.










EASTER MONDAY AT THE WHITE HOSE.


It was Easter Monday, and every Easter Monday the grounds
of the White House, where our President lives, are given up to
the children for their egg-rolling. When Nanette got there, crowds
of children had already arrived, both big and little. For the
papas and mammas, the
grandpas and grandmas,
., were there, and for that
S' -day, at least, they were only
\ 'il big children themselves.
S.' Nanette soon found lit-
'i. "' tle cousin Ned, and they
'. -rolled their eggs together,
t.C back and forth, over the
S green turf. Sometimes
they hit, the eggs were
S.- so many, and the children
so plenty.
1 Crash! there goes a gilt
egg all to bits, and nothing
-" -' X,. can ever put poor Humpty
Dumpty together again.
The little blue-eyed owner
MAMMA ON THE WAY TO 8EE THE EGG-ROLLING. of the gilt egg cried,
but Nanette comforted her, and let her have her gilt egg to roll
Some of the eggs were tied up in bits of gay calico.
When the children were tired of egg-rolling, they had lunch, and
those who had not brought lunch, bought fruit, and wonderful
gingerbread horses, of the good-natured colored pedlers at the
gates. It was a merry, happy time. -Abby 0. Philbrooke.










LITTLE BUZZY FLY THE CHAMELEON.


LITTLE BUZZY FLY.

Once upon a time little
-'. '' -' Buzzy Fly grew tired of being
Only Buzzy Fly and thought
she would try being a fine
s \lady. And she did look truly
.4- fine in her trained silk gown,
and carrying her pretty fan.
Only her bangs would not
Slie flat down close to her
HO MIS eyebrows, but stuck straight
"0 HO! MISS BUZZY."
up in the air. And that was
how her cousin, Stingy Wasp, knew her, I think. For Buzzy walked
straight by Stingy, and pretended she did not know him. But
Stingy crawled up her white gown, wasp-fashion, gave her fan a
jerk with his feelers and said, 0 ho! Miss Buzzy, all the fine
clothes in the world won't make you anything but just Buzzy
Fly. -D.

THE CHAMELEON.

When a chameleon is cold, he is brown. When
in shade, he is white. When he comes into the
light, he turns yellow or green. When angry he
is red, a bright red. He is a queer, harmless little
creature, and lives in Africa. -.)











BALLOONS AND AIB-SIHIPS.


BALLOONS AND AIR-SHIPS.

In 1783, the first balloon was sent up. It was only a globe
about thirteen feet in diameter, filled with warm air, and no car
attached. It was sent up from the Champ-de-Mars, Paris. A crowd
gathered to see it go up. It came down at Gonesse, and gave
the country folks a terrible fright. They, at first, thought it a
monster, and attacked it with stones, pitchforks and flails.
The next balloon had a cage attached, containing a sheep, a
duck and a cock. What they thought of this way of travelling






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FIG. CAR O A BALLOON.
is not told us. They came down in safety in a wood not far
away from the place they started from. In the same year two
men went up in a balloon.
Since that time, many people have gone up in balloons. In
late years, they have been used in war. They are sent up in













































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BALLOONS AND AIB-SHIPS.


such a way that the occupants can look down upon the enemy's
camp and line of battle. These balloons are called "captive bal-
loons," because they are held to the earth by strong cables, so



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FIG. 2.-STEAM AIR-SHIP BUILT BY HENRI dIFFARD IN 1852.
the currents of air cannot take them away. A common balloon
has to go just the way the wind may chance to take it, and is
sometimes carried over seas, and the occupants are drowned.
Many attempts have been made to build air-ships that can be
propelled through the air, as a ship is propelled through the
water. In 1852, M. Henri Giffard built such a ship. Fig. 2
rhows you how it was built. The balloon part was covered by
a net which was fastened below to a long strip of wood. At one
end of this strip of wood, you see a triangular sail, which served
as a rudder to steer with. Below the strip of wood is the
steam engine with the propeller formed of two paddles. The
engine, together with the water and coal, were heavy. Then,
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FIG. 2..-.STEAM AIR-SHIP BUflT BY HERRI BIFFARD B 1852
the currents of air cannot take them away. A common balloon







shows you how it was built. The balloon part was covered by
a net which was fastened below to a long strip of wood. At one
end of this strip of wood, you see a triangular sail, which served
as a rudder to steer with. Below the strip of wood is the
steam engine with the propeller formed of two paddles. The
esine, together with the water and coal, were heavy. Then,











BALLOONS AND AIR-SHIPS.

too, it was not quite safe to have an engine so near the inflamm-
able gas with which the balloon is filled.
So the brothers Tissandier invented another air-ship to be pro-
pelled by electricity (Fig. 3). They went up in this in 1883 and
1884. These ships are not at the mercy of currents of air, but
can be propelled against the wind, and can be brought back to the
place they started from, a thing you cannot do with a balloon.






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FIG. 3.-AIR-SHIP PROPELLEDT BY EiECTRICITY. BUILT BY TIE BROTHERS TISSANDIER.

The parachute is something like an umbrella. It is dropped
from the balloon when in the air. It comes down gently. M.
Jacques Garnerin first came down in a parachute in 1797. How
do you think you should like to drop from the sky in one of
those things?













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EL~PHAINIS AT WORK.









THE KIND LITTLE SISTER.


THE KIND LITTLE SISTER.

Just under the drawing-
room windows
Where the noon-tide
S' sun was hot,
iAnd the dandelions were
thickest,
Lucy chose for her gar-
1 "1 den plot.
l :', And there twixtt the
>, _: 'i i grasses and clover
S '.. A tulip had lost its way,
7 And opened its gay, scar-
0.. let petals
hii:-2 ". One morning in breezy
.. May.

"CAN YOU HEAR "You precious, you dear
darling tulip,
You grew and blossomed for me;
I wonder how old you are, tulip,
I guess I'm a little past three,"
Said Lucy, her voice full of sweetness,
Her tiny hands on her knees,
And her small face bent very gravely
To look at the tulip. Oh please,

"Can you hear? I'm sure you can, tulip,
Your ears stick this way and that,










THE KIND LITTLE SISTER.


And your nose is black with big freckles
Like mine and Ginger's, the cat.
I love you, bright tulip, because you
Came in my garden to grow.
I'll make you a visit real of'en,
To tell you I love you, you know."

"I am to be queen at the party,"
Cried Alice at breakfast next day,
"I'll sit on a throne trimmed with flowers
'Till it's time for the singing and play.
I'll hold a long stick called a sceptre,
And wear a crown on my head."
" Oh! won't it be 'squisite ? Our Alice
A queen!" Lucy breathlessly said.

Across the wet grass she ran swiftly
To pick the tulip so dear.
"0 tulip, I love you, and love you!"
She murmured, while one shining tear
Dropped into its chalice. "I love you,
And so I give you away."
"Here, Alice," she cried, "is my tulip
To wear to the party to-day."
-Elizabeth Cummings.










WHY ITINNIE CO ULD NOT SLEEP.


WHY MINNIE COULD NOT SLEEP.

She sat up in bed. The curtain was drawn up, and she saw
the moon, and it looked as if it were laughing at her.
"You needn't look at me, Moon," she said, "you don't know
anything about it, for you can't see in the daytime. Besides I
am going to sleep now."
So she laid down, shut her eyes tight and tried to go to
sleep. Her little clock on the mantel went "tick-tock, tick-tock."
She generally liked to hear it go tick-tock." But to-night it
sounded just as if it said, "I-know, I-know, I-know."
"You don't know, either," said Minnie, opening her eyes
wide. You weren't there, you old thing! you was up stairs
the whole time."
Her loud voice awoke the sleeping parrot. He took his head
from under his wing, and cried out, Polly did!"
"That's a wicked story, you naughty bird!" said Minnie.
SYou were in granma's room, so now!"
Then Minnie tried to go to sleep again. She lay down and
pulled the sheet over her head, and counted white sheep, just
as grandma said she did, when she couldn't sleep. But her head
began to ache, and there was a big lump in her throat. "0
dear! 0 dear she whispered softly. "I'm so miser'ble. I
wish, 0 I wish I hadn't."
Pretty soon there came a soft, very soft patter of four little
feet, and her own dear pussy jumped upon the bed, kissed Min-
nie's cheek, and then began to "pur-r-r-r, pur-r-r-r." It was very
queer, but that too sounded as if pussy said "I-know, I-know."










WHY MINNIE COULD NOT SLEEP.


"Yes, you do know, kitty," said Minnie, and then she threw
her arms around kitty's neck and cried bitterly. "And I guess
- I- want to see my mamma "
Mamma smiled and opened her arms, when she saw the little,
white-gowned, weeping
girlie coming, and then
Minnie told her whole
miserable story.
"I was awful, awful
naughty, mamma, but
I did want the custard
pie so bad, and so I
ate it up, 'most a whole r, '
inside, and then, I--I n :
- I don't want to
tell, but I 'spect I must,
I shut kitty in the pantry
to make you think she
did it. But I'm truly
sorry, mamma." V
Then mamma told Min-
nie that she had known
all about it. But she
Sit YOU NEEDN'T LOOK AT ME, MOON," SHE SAID.
had waited and hoped
that her little daughter would be brave enough to come and
tell her all about it herself.
"But, mamma," she asked, as she nestled down into bed
again, "how did you know it wasn't kitty ? "
Because kitty would never have 'left a spoon in the pie,"
replied mamma, smiling. --N. U. P.










OUR POETESS.


OUR POETESS.

S.- DA we will call her, because it is not
her real name. Her real name is a secret.
.- -. She is now only five years old. She ex-
pects her sixth birthday soon, however,
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S:'" derful day. There is to be a party, and
PEGASUS. a birthday cake on which six bright-colored
candles will burn for the six little years. There will be ice
cream. There will be bonbons that snap, with gay paper caps
inside that the children will put on their heads. Then they will
all play the Kindergarten games, and dance the Kindergarten
dances. Best of all, Ida intends to be perfectly good when she
is six years old.
As soon as Ida began to talk she began to compose what
she calls "verses." One of her last Christmas gifts was the
Wonder Book by Nathaniel Hawthorne. The story in that book
which she likes best, is the story of the horse Pegasus with
his silvery wings. This Pegasus is the winged horse poets are
said to ride. "So," says Ida, "I am going to be a poetess when
I grow up, and ride Pegasus, and make him fly higher than he
ever went before way up, past the sky!"
You will like to see some of the verses of this poetess. On
a card, for her big brother, Ida had this verse written:
Our hearts to cheer, the Christmas bells do ring,
Here and there and everywhere. 0 hark, and hear them alag!











THE RABBIT I DID2TT GET.


In a letter to her uncle, she wrote this New Year's verse:
"New Year's is the happiest- If we were a little brook,
With love, sweet love, the bells do ring. We would make a little nook
The brooks so easily do go, For the puss to hunt around.
Without knowing where they go. She would-"

But just here Ida spied her friend Sadie coming up the "walk"
with her new Christmas doll and the verse suddenly ended.
-Mary P. W. Smith.


THE RABBIT I DIDN'T GET.
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I always said my lessons to mamma, and
that morning she said, When you can
spell 'pen' all right you shall go." So I
said "p-e-n pen" over and over to myself
till I could spell it all right. Then Joey
and I started for the rabbit trap. He was
sure he should find a rabbit in it, because he
-E-N, PEN. had set it where the rabbit tracks were thickest.

"And I shall give it to you, Teeny," he said.
"And will it be a softy gray rabbit, with pink eyes and soft
long ears to lift it up with?" I asked.
"Yes," said Joey. So I trudged along over the snow, as happy
as could be, not minding the cold one bit, when all at once
Joey called out, "Halloo! it's gone, the trap's gone!" Sure
enough it was! Joey didn't cry because he was a big boy,
but I did, for I was only six. There were small shoe-tracks
around the spot so we knew some boy had stolen it. After-
wards Joey caught me two rabbits in his new trap, But I al-
ways felt bad about that rabbit I didn't get. D










PERCY'S DREAM.


PERCY'S DREAM.


"0 mother dear, last night I dreamed a dream
So strange and sweet! I dreamed that Baby May
Wandered away, and, tired with too much play,
Lay down to sleep, far from her own dear room,
Within a dark, dark cavern with a gleam
Of sunlight falling just within the gloom.
And as she lay there, rosy, sweet, and sleeping,
Out from the darkness came a lion creeping.
He stopped and looked, then bowed his awful head
Above our darling May, and Nurse, she said
1 sprang right up and cried out in my sleep,
'Go 'way, go 'way!' and then began to weep.











IN THE MONTH OF MA Y.


But soon I dreamed I had no cause for fear;
The dear old lion, like our Rover here,
Just kissed our baby--touched her sunny hair
With his big tongue, and then, with tender care,
Lay down beside her, like a watch dog keeping
His constant, faithful guard above her, sleeping."


You dreamed, my Percy, of those blessed years
Which are to come; when without any fears
The little lamb shall with the lion play,
And a dear child shall lead them-like our May.


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THE HUMMING BIRDS' PROTEST.

EEP in a honeysuckle grove
I heard a hum hum humming;
I looked about me here and there
To see what might be coming.
A dozen dainty jewelled things-
Their size I will not mention-
S Among the fragrant honey-cups
if' Were holding a convention.
The leader in a hammock swung,
Of cobweb neatly twisted,
The others, poised on blossom-tubes,
Some grievous wrong resisted.
Their enemies, as I made out,
While tears my eyes were dimming,
Were little cruel thoughtless girls
Who had them killed for trimming.
"My dearest friends," said Diamond Dust,
"My neighbors, and my cousins,
This moment for the milliners
Are being killed by dozens.
My sister, Princess Velvetwing
(Let every soft heart harden),
I saw to-day upon a hat
Worn in this very garden."
"Hum hum," said Green-and-gold, "in view
Of what is hanging o'er us,










THE HUMMING BIRDS' PROTEST.


Our duty first should be to call
All little girls before us.
Tell them how hard it is to bear,
When dearest, ones are taken,
Sweet hum-bird babies left alone,
And happy homes forsaken.
Ask them to think how they would feel
If some much-loved relation -
Hum, hum, were oh dear, hum, hum, hum,
By way of decoration" -
Here great excitement seized on all,
And there was such a flutter!
Each member tried with might and main
His sense of wrong to utter.
What more was said, I cannot tell,
Myself their ally deeming,
I started up to make a speech,
And found that I'd been dreaming.
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THE TEXT AND THE SPIDER.

Fan sat quite still, and all alone in the big square pew.
She said the text over and over to herself: Little children, keep
yourselves from idols. It was so
l short, and began so sweetly, she
S": was sure she could remember it,
and how pleased papa would be.
Suddenly, from the gallery, a
Sbig spider came spinning down,
straight down toward Mrs. Allen's
I u % bonnet. O! O! was it going to
S Drop on to her! No, it stopped
just over the pink rose. It swung
gently to and fro. It put out a
"l, leg and touched the pink rose.
It was thinking what a fine pink
-i'' rose that was to spin a trap in.
FAN Then it took a little wider
.ALL 1L..NE IN swing over Mrs. Allen's right ear,
'' \. then back over her left ear. Was
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"T -it thinking of crawling down into
her ear? Ugh! If it did Fan knew she should scream. But
the spider only took a look at each ear, and then up it went,
and down again, and up and down, up and down, till watching
it put the text quite out of Fan's head, and all she could re-
member to tell papa after service was Little children.
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THE MAMMO TH.


THE MAMMOTH.

-- -- --- The mammoth was a kind
-_ -- of elephant, very much
-:iv--- bigger than any elephant
.- now to be found. He had
..' --, huge tusks. He lived in
SAmerica and in Asia.
S-- Skeletons of the mam-
Smoth have been dug up
in Kentucky, New York and
Michigan. In Siberia hun-
dreds and hundreds of them
A.-'K--~-Z--, have been dug up. Their
S huge tusks furnish a great
quantity of ivory. I dare
,L say you may have seen
ivory things made out of
the tusks of mammoths.
S, we do not know just how
A MAMMOTH! many years ago mammoths
lived on our earth. A few years ago a mammoth was dug up in
Siberia whose flesh was so well preserved that the dogs ate it.
It may seem strange to you that any species of animal should
die out so that not one should be left. But we fear that our
own buffaloes are dying out. They are being killed by the hunters.
If our government does not do something to keep the hunters
from killing them there will soon not be one buffalo left. D.











HOW BUTTERCUP WENT TO CHURCH


HOW BUTTERCUP WENT TO CHURCH.

It was a pretty church, and all about it were fields of daisies,
and sweet-smelling clover.
Now when Buttercup went to this church, she did not go to
the regular service, but to Sunday-school. Buttercup was a large
yellow cow, who belonged in a field next to the church in which
she ought to have stayed. There was plenty of nice grass there for
her breakfast, dinner and supper. But Buttercup, like a good
many people, wanted a change, and when she saw all the boys
and girls going into the church door she thought she would like
to go. So she tried all the rails of the fence till she found one
that was loose. Then she jerked her head up and down, till she
unfastened it so she could crawl through on her knees.
The Sunday-school had begun by this time, but Buttercup did
not mind that. She walked into the church quietly, and as the
children and their teachers were all singing no one noticed her
at first. The children were sitting in the pews nearest the
chancel, so Buttercup got half-way up the aisle before any one
saw her. Then one little boy turned his head. He was so
frightened his hymnal fell on the floor; and he cried out, Oh,
see the cow!" Then it seemed as if everybody screamed. One of
the teachers got on the top of the little cabinet organ, and two
or three stood up on the seats.
Buttercup, however, paid no attention to them. She saw a
nice red apple sticking out of a boy's pocket and she thought
she would like to have it. The boy, who was Jack Nicholls, did
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HOW BUTTERCUP WENT TO CHURCH.


over into the next pew and knocked little Daisy Finlay's hat off;
that made Daisy cry.
What Buttercup would have done next I don't know, so many
people cried "shoo," and there was so much noise, she might
have got frightened herself, and a frightened cow can do a great
deal of damage in a church; but Miss Lloyd, who was the
superintendent, called to every one to be quiet. Then two or
three of the bigger boys said if they had a stick they thought
they could get her out.
But Miss Lloyd spoke again. "If there is any boy here whom
the cow knows," she said,
S "I think she would follow
him out, and that would be
better than trying to drive
her."
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'.',/ -> ". cow," said Bruce Smith, and
SI guess she will follow me."
s So he went in front of her
Sand called "Buttercup, Butter-
cup!" and, sure enough, she
went after him.
Now the vestry door was
_-..- open, and just opposite that
S-- was another door opening
BUTTERCUP SEES THE PEOPLE GOING TO CHURCH. OUt on the grass.
As soon as Buttercup caught sight of the nice grass, she ran out
,and began to nibble the fresh bits around the doorstep. Then,
as much as to say "good-by," she kicked up her feet, tossed her
head, and trotted off to her own field. Gwendolin Lloyd.





































































































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A LAZY BOY'S WISI.


A LAZY BOY'S WISHES.

"I wish for a magical ring (like the boy's in the story, you know),
To make me grow big in a minute;
I wish for a top that will go,
Without my having to spin it.

"I wish for some chocolate creams, like those in the candy store,
So soft that you don't need to bite 'em;
And for lessons I've learned before,
So 'twon't be hard to recite 'em."
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HELE 'S VISIT.


HELEN'S VISIT.

"Ding-ding," said the bell; "tchoo-tchoo," puffed the engine;
and the long ride began.
Two nights and two days they rode--mamma, papa, and
Helen -and, at the end of the last day, the train stopped at
the station not far from uncle Tom's farm. How tired, and dusty,
and warm they all were!
When they left the train, and uncle Tom took Helen in his
arms, he had to look her face all over to find a clean place to
kiss, and that was right under her little pink ear.
While papa and uncle Tom were getting the trunks, mamma
and Helen went through the d6pot, and there stood old Billy and
the wagon. Soon they all got in and uncle Tom taking up the
reins said: "Get up, old Bill," and off they went to the farm-
house.
It stood by the roadside, at the foot of a long hill. Across
the road was the big barn. Old Bill tried to go to the barn,
but uncle Tom reined him under the big maple tree by the front
gate.
There stood aunt Frank, and when old Billy stopped, she
reached up and took Helen in her arms and kissed her without
looking for a clean place, and called her her "Morning Glory!"
How could she be aunt Frank's Morning Glory when she had
never seen her before, and when she wasn't a flower at all?
Well, they went into the house, and aunt Frank brought some
nice, fresh milk, and Helen began to drink- and she never knew
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HELEN'S VISIT


eigbt over on one side, and pretty
soon she was clean and sweet and fast
asleep in bed, where she slept all night
Without waking once.
Cock-a-do-dle-do-o-o!
That was the first thing Helen heard
the next morning.
When she heard
it her eyes popped
wide open. She
heard it again,
and she slipped off
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HELEN'S VISIT.


There was a big rooster, half as tall as she, right under the
window. When he saw that brown head and those blue eyes
peeping over the window-sill, he shouted "CUT! CUT! cut!"
and Helen said, Pitty well."
Then all the hens said, "Cut! cut!" and a lot of little chick-
ens with bright, black eyes and yellow bills, scratched their heads
a second with their yellow claws, then stretched up their little
necks, and peeped just the sweetest peep that anybody ever heard.
And all the little ducks stood straight up on their webbed feet
and said "Quack-quack." What do you think that little girl did?
She jumped right up and down; she said: "Yes, I will, you
darlingest, bestest, dearest chickens that ever was;" and then she
ran out in her nightgown to aunt Frank and told her that the
chickens (she called them all chickens) wouldn't be "say-tis-
fwy'ed" unless she fed them her "own self."
Aunt Frank put on Helen's head a large blue sunbonnet. Its
cape fell far below her shoulders, and she looked like the morn-
ing-glory which aunt Frank had called her. Then she took in her
hands a bright tin dish full of dough, and went with aunt Frank
to the door, and called "Biddy.! Biddy! as loud as she could.
How all the hens and chickens ran and flew, while the spoon in
the small baby-hand threw the dough all over the grass, and all
over the step, and all over the white nightgown, until there
wasn't any fresh morning-glory any more; and when the dough
was all thrown out, mamma came and said that the morning-
glory was changed into a little pig!
All summer long the morning-glory grew; all summer long
the little pig grew; and one morning when the three started for
home, the morning-glory had some tear-drops I mean some dew-
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THE SIX LITTLE HAT&


THE SIX LITTLE HATS.

Six little straw hats on the 1st of May,
Shining and shapely, jaunty and gay,
Properly placed as by measure and rule,
On six "little figures" starting for school.
Six little straw hats on the 1st of June,
We sing of them now to a different tune,
And each little hat by itself alone,
For everyone now has a style of its own;
For one is all crown without any brim -
It is anything now but proper and prim--
And one is all brim with just enough crown
To carry the ribbon with ends hanging down.

And one is so tattered you never could tell
How it managed to hang together so well,
And one has a droop and a pitiful air,
Tho' such as it is it is all of it there.
And one is so blackened--or should I say tanned-
It seems proper to call it the contraband,
And one is so queer as to shape that I know,
It would do quite well for a Paris chapeau.
Oh, six little hats, if you only could say
How you have been used since the 1st of May,
And where you have been, the wonder would be
That there is a bit of you left to see.
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be done by the other people, and she herself took care of these
two young pigs. They were pretty little white fellows with
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GRUB AND GRUNTER.

I suppose she took more care of them than they really needed.
and talked to them, as we do to other pets, for they soon
grew to know her step and voice, and to follow her about
whenever they were let out of their pen. They were so little
and white and clean, that this pleased her, instead of troubling
her, until one day when' it was quite too much of a good
thing. She had promised to spend the day with a friend who
lived on a farm a mile or two distant across lots; and, after
hurrying through her morning's work, was fairly started on her
way, when what should she hear but a squealing in the dis-
tance behind her, and looking back, sure enough, there were
Grub and Grunter running along the path as fast as their funny
short legs could carry their fat little bodies.
0 dear!" she said, "I forgot I had not shut their pen;
what shall I do? I am late already, I can't go back!"
Then she remembered that she would soon have to cross a
creek on a log, and she thought, as they could not do that, they
would turn back home. So she hurried on to the creek. But
when she had crossed, and looked back to see what they would
do, what do you think! They stood and squealed for a minute
or two, and then Grunter started to cross the log, and Grub
followed. It was wet and slippery, and they couldn't reach up
and take hold of the railing that was nailed to it, for people to
hold on by, and they had as hard a time as little boys and
girls do when they get on roller skates for the first time; but
they slipped and sprawled and scrambled across somehow, and stood
safe on the other side. It was out of the question now to take
them back, so their mistress took them with her, and when she
reached her friend's they shut them up in an old hen coop so
that they shouldn't spoil the garden. Henrietta R. Eliot.


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MY FIRST YACHT.


MY FIRST YACHT.

I am a man now, and
I own a big sail-yacht.
Her name is Electra.
She's a splendid yacht
and a swift yacht. But
I don't think I get half
as much fun out of her
as I did out of my
first yacht.
The name of my first
yacht was Lucy. I
named her for the little
girl who used to sit
next me at school. She
used to share her candy
with me, and I gave her
7 i half my apples, and took
her on my sled in winter.
The Lucy was thirty-
THE LAUNCH OF THE LUCY. two inches long. When
she was finished we had a regular launch. Lucy poured a
teaspoonful of water made pink with cranberry juice on her
prow, and she sailed off as proudly as ever the Electra did.
All the boys and girls were there, and Lucy brought her best
doll to see the launch.
The Lucy had one drawback, you could not sail in her. H.











HECTOR -AND I.


HECTOR AND I.

Hector is just as old as I am. We were born on the same
day, my mother says. So we have the same birthday, October
17. We are seven years old.
We always have a birthday party, and all the boys bring
their dogs. I have a birthday cake, and Hector has a birthday
cake. The cake is pound cake frosted. Hector has just as many
candles on his cake as he is years old, and I have just as many
candles on my cake as I am years old.
Hector's cake is cut into as many pieces as there are dogs.
Then he helps them all round. He takes the piece that is left
for himself. It would not do to let the dogs help themselves,
for some of them are so greedy they would eat the whole cake.
Hector is never greedy.
So, you see, when I was one year old, Hector was one year
old-with a difference.
I was still a baby, and could not walk. But Hector was no
longer a puppy. He was a big dog. He could run about every-
where, and take care of himself.
I wonder why babies are not made so they can run about and
take care of themselves, when they are one year old.
Hector used to take care of me too. He watched by me when
I was asleep. He ran after me when I crept, to see that I did
not get into mischief or get hurt.
He takes care of me now that I'm a big boy. My mother
says she isn't afraid of tramps or of my getting drowned if
Hector is with me; and he is always with me. "







































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GYPSY.

Gypsy and his little mistress are a
."' \ very happy pair. Gypsy is fifteen years
*. old, and Annie is but seven. They live
Sby the seashore, and Gypsy carries
'Annie to school. The little white school-
'': house where less than a dozen boys and
Girls go to school is more than a mile
from Annie's home, so Gypsy is harnessed
YPSY. every morning to a pretty little buck-
board, and Annie mounts to her seat, takes up the reins, and
Gypsy starts off upon a quiet steady trot. The good-natured
horse knows very well that his driver is a sweet little girl with
no strength to make him mind, and he is very good to her. When
they get to the schoolhouse Annie ties the reins and fastens them
to the dashboard, and Gypsy turns quietly around and goes
home.
Gypsy has ideas of his own about the rights of horses. As
I have said he is always good to Annie, but he often takes
his own way with other people.
If he is left standing longer than he thinks is proper, he will
turn round and start for home; if he is hitched and left alone,
he thinks there is no fun in that, and unfastens himself, and
finds a place where he can nibble.
He has many delightful excursions with his little mistress, and
sometimes she invites a little friend to join her, and this seems
to please Gypsy. --Mrs. M. F Butts.






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UNCLE JOHN'S LETTER FROM DENMARK.


UNCLE JOHN'S LETTER FROM DENMARK.

MY DARLING LITTLE
OLLIE :
I got your letter with
its dear little blots and
its round kiss in the
Srcorner, and my letter is
all going to be about
three little girls that
live on this side of the
big Atlantic Ocean.
The first time I saw
t ,- 7n Lisbeth, the little goose-
l girl, she was sitting on
the grass beside a pond,
S -. reading. Her geese were
all about her, swimming
in the pond, eating the
grass, and once in a
while a saucy goose
BABETTE, THE MERRY LITTLE HOUSEKtEPER.
would nibble at her bare
toes. But Lisbeth never looked up. I crept up and peeped over her
shoulder to see what it was she liked so well. It was the Danish
Wonder Book, by Hans Christian Andersen. She was reading
the story of The Ugly Duckling." She did not know I was
there, and we read on and on together how the dear little
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UNCLE JOHN'S LETTER FROM DENMAARK.


and almost froze in the cold winter; how the dogs like to have
got him; how the cat scorned him because he couldn't arch
his back and purr; how the hen turned up her beak at. him
because he couldn't lay eggs; and how at last the ugly duckling
grew into a beautiful white swan and the little children loved
him for his grace and beauty. And, says the story, "It matters
nothing if one is born in -a duck-yard if one has only lain in
a swan's egg." And as we read that Lisbeth looked up and saw
me, and I sat down be-
side her and we had a n -
good long talk.
Babette is my merry -
little housekeeper; she W
brings me my breakfasts ;
she does my errands. She ':.
sings; she laughs from
morning till night. She
asks millions of questions
and all about America.
I was a long time get-
ting to know shy little
Christine. She would
come and look at my
box of colors, and peep
at my sketches, but if I
spoke to her, would run
off like a wild deer. 'But SHY LITTLE CHRIST.
I gave her a brush and colors and paper, and now she watches
me when I paint, and makes little pictures herself; and I shouldn't
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LISBETH THE LITTLE GOOSE-GIRL READING THE STORY OF THE UGLY DUCKLING.










THEIR FR 0 G P OND.


THEIR FROG POND.

What are you going to do with
those frogs, boys ? asked mamma. She
I saw that the boys had six poor fright-
ened frogs in their cart.
Boys and frogs all answered at once.
,-- G:,(in to have a frog pond in the gar-
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l '^- ,-]'.'" said the boys. "Croak, croak,"
"-....'~i ,i. '_ il the frogs. We want to keep the
,i' .,. fr, :'- in the kitchen to-night, please,"
,- .i1 i1 the boys. Croak, said the frogs.
'-Take us away from these boys."
"Cook would not like such
company in the kitchen. You
S had better put them in the
Stool-house," said mamma.
P- 'The frogs were put in the
'K tool-house and the boys then
'-jr- dug a big hole in the gar-
den. Just before they went
to bed they poured twelve
OING BACK TO HS OWN POND. pails of water into it. As
soon as they were dressed next morning they rushed out to their
pond. It was gone! only the hole was left. They went to the
tool-house. The frogs too, were gone gone home to their own pond.
"Well," said Bertie, I guess we won't have a pond any way.
I don't like frogs." "Neither do I," said Hal. "Nor I," said
Richie. -Abby C. Philbrooke.





























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SOME THINGS ABOUT LITTLE AH SIN'S COUNTRY.


SOME THINGS ABOUT LITTLE AH SIN'S COUNTRY.

In little Ah Sin's country they
have queer music; that is, we should
think it queer music. If one boy
-should beat two big tin covers to-
gether just as hard as he could;
and another should ring a big bell
just as hard as he could; and another
should blow hard on a whistle, al-
., iJ ='- together the noise they would make
I- would sound very much as a Chinese
band does to us. But the Chinaman
S--. thinks his band music fine. Little Ah
S Sin has a fiddle with two strings,
LITTLE A SINand he thinks the music he gets out
of it very pretty music.
Little Ah Sin's country is in the far-East. One of the com-
maonest gifts in the far-East is a fan. There is the tailed fan,"
and the folded fan. The "tailed fan" is so called from the han-
dle by which we move it. The folding fan is of higher rank
than the tailed fan, because you can fold it up and carry it in
your big sleeve -if you are a Japanese and wear big sleeves.
A Chinese Mandarin or- high officer, once sent a fan to Mr.
Longfellow. On this fan was printed that poem of Mr. Long.
fellow's called "The Psalm of Life." It begins thus:

Tell me not in mournful numbers For the soul is dead that slumbers
Life is but an empty dream; And things are not what they seem.











SOME THINGS ABOUT LITTLE AH SIN'S COUNTRY -

This poem was printed in Chinese. Mr. Longfellow gave a
dinner in honor of the fan, which he called "The Mandarin-Fan
Dinner." Among the guests was Charles Sumner, who was a dear
and life-long friend of Mr. Longfellow.
Little Ah Sin eats his dinner with chopsticks. He takes up
his food just as neatly with his chopsticks as you do with


A CHINESE DINNER PARTY.


your fork or spoon. He does not have to sit in a high chair
at a high table when he eats. He sits on his heels upon the
floor; and the table is only about six inches high. -H.




O, I would be a gentleman,
One without alloy;
And the way, they say,
Is to be each day
A gentlemanly boy.
Emilie Poulsson.










BLACKBERRIES.


BLACKBERRIES.

Such a dusty little maiden.
As came singing up the lane,
With a cat, and dog, and kitten
That followed in her train.

The boughs had caught her curly hair,
But the breeze had blown it free,
And where the sun had kissed her cheeks
I counted freckles three.

She'd a straw hat, torn and ragged,
And an apron stained with red,
And "I've found, oh, lots of berries,"
This little maiden said.

Then the cat, and dog, and kitten
All winked hard at what she said,
For her basket was quite empty;
But her mouth was stained with red.
Harriette P. Ricnardson.










THE GOOD-NIGHT STORY.


THE "GOOD-NIGHT" STORY.

Little boy Ted climbs to grandma's knee,
He is just as tired as tired can be.
He looks into grandma's dear old face
And thinks her lap the very best place
In all the world, though a little white bed
Is waiting up-stairs for tired brown head.
" Grandma," he opens his blue eyes bright,
"Tell me a real true story to-night."
" Well," she begins, at this very minute
I know of a room with a grandma in it.
This grandma wears a white, white cap,
And a white, white apron covers her lap.

"And on this apron a little boy lies
With rumpled head and two sleepy eyes.
The grandma wears a long gray dress
With something in it- can thee guess?
'A great big pocket,' that's right, but oh!
That pocket's not empty I happen to know.

"Yes; put in thy wee hand and feel all around."
Then off grandma's lap Teddy jumps with a bound.
" An apple! O grandma, how large, and so red!
That was a nice story, dear grandma," says Ted.
" Good-night and I love you." He turned at the door,
"But not for the apple; I loved you before."
C. L. Brine.










A SURPRISE FOR PAPA.


A SURPRISE FOR PAPA.

(A Christmas Story.)

My little girl Sadie is five years old. She is very happy
and busy getting a Christmas present ready for her papa. But
I do not believe that one of the little boys or girls that read
this, can guess what it is going to be. So I will have to tell
you. She is going to surprise him by having learned to read!
She began twelve weeks ago. And just think! Her papa don't
know that she can read one single word-! One day he came right
into the nursery when Sadie was reading her lesson! 0 how quick
she stopped, and stuck the book under her apron! Her little face
got as red as a rose.
Why, Sadie !" he said, "what is your face so flushed for ?" Then
he said to me, "Mamma, I'm afraid you've got the room too hot."
So I opened the door, and began quickly to talk about some-
thing else, to make him forget about Sadie. In a few minutes
he went out again. I guess that was the only time Sadie was
ever glad to have her papa go away. She was so afraid he
saw the book, that she could hardly keep from crying. But I
told her I was almost sure he did not, and she was happy again.
She says when Christmas comes she is going to wrap her
Reader in a nice piece of paper, and write on it, Sadie's pres-
ent to papa," and tie it to the tree. He'll think it's a mistake
when he takes the paper off," she says, "but I'll say, 'please
give the book to me, papa,' and then I'll just open it and read,
and read, and read, till he's so surprised he can't speak!"
Henrietta R. ElioA






































































WWO DUTCH DOGS. FAUST" AND "PUCK.











CORNELIA'S JEWELS.


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A CHRISTMAS DINNER FOR TWO.


CORNELIA'S JEWELS.

Many, many years ago, in the then proud city of Rome, some
women were sitting together one day in the shade of its splen-
did porticoes. Among other things, they must have been talking
of dress, as women do now.
For by and by, each began to show her jewels- sparkling
diamonds, lovely pearls, blood-red rubies, blue sapphires.
j3ut Cornelia sat silent. She wore no jewels.
What, have you no jewels?" the other women asked.
She went away, but soon returned, leading her two young sons.
"These," she said, with an arm around each, "these are my
jewels." -H.




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