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 Front Cover
 Half Title
 Frontispiece
 Percy's boat
 Uncle Ralph
 The King's messenger
 The fall of the castle
 Birds
 The thieving jackdaw
 Late
 The bird's nest
 A rainy day
 Back Cover






Group Title: Sunbeam series
Title: A cluster of stories
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Title: A cluster of stories
Series Title: Sunbeam series
Physical Description: 1 v. (unpaged) : ill. ; 24 cm.
Language: English
Creator: McLoughlin Bros., inc ( Publisher )
Publisher: McLoughlin Bros.
Place of Publication: New York
Publication Date: c1896
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Subject: Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1896   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1896   ( lcsh )
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Genre: Children's stories
Children's poetry
Spatial Coverage: United States -- New York -- New York
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Page 1
        Page 2
    Half Title
        Page 3
    Frontispiece
        Page 4
    Percy's boat
        Page 5
        Page 6
        Page 7
        Page 8
        Page 9
    Uncle Ralph
        Page 10
        Page 11
        Page 12
        Page 13
        Page 14
        Page 15
    The King's messenger
        Page 16
    The fall of the castle
        Page 17
        Page 18
        Page 19
        Page 20
    Birds
        Page 21
        Page 22
        Page 23
        Page 24
        Page 25
    The thieving jackdaw
        Page 26
        Page 27
    Late
        Page 28
        Page 29
        Page 30
    The bird's nest
        Page 31
    A rainy day
        Page 32
        Page 33
        Page 34
    Back Cover
        Page 35
        Page 36
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PER-CY'S BOAT.


PER-CY'S


BOAT.


"OH, look, Jen-ny! That. is just the kind of boat
that I want."


"Where ? asked Jen-ny.


"I don't see any boat."


"Why, in that
that bit of fence


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sail-or's hand.
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He is sit-ting on
) the wa-ter. Oh,


what a beau-ty she is!' I won-der if he would sell ii
to me."


I don't be-lieve that he would,"


said Jen-ny


" You had bet-ter not ask him, Per-cy."
Poo There is no harm in ask-ing," cried


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cy. "Come on !" And off he ran o-ver the shin-gle,
fol-lowed, af-ter a mo-ment, by Jen-ny, who could nev-er
bear to let Per-cy do any thing that she did not do.
As soon as they reached the man, who was sit-ting
by the edge of the wa-ter, with a beau-ti-ful toy sail-
boat in his hand, Per-cy cried out, -
Is that boat for sale ?"
Oh, yes! it will sail first-rate," re-plied the man, a
broad grin spread-ing it-self o-ver his face.
"Oh! but I mean, can I buy it? Is it for s-a-l-e ?"
"Oh! that is what you mean, is it?-' Is it for
s-a-l-e ?' Wall, I made it for s-a-l-e."
"0 good-y!" cried Per-cy, hop-ping a-bout on one
foot. "Wil you sell it to me?"
No," re-plied the man.
"Why not?" asked Per-cy, look-ing ver-y red and
an-gry.
Be-cause, my fine lit-tle sir, it is al-rea-dy s-o-l-d to
a young sir of just a-bout your size; and I am ex-pect.
ing him ev-er-y min-ute to come to get it. That's why."
And the man slapped Per-cy good-na-tured-ly bn the
back.
But I'll tell you what," he went on: "I can make
an-oth-er."
"Can you ?" asked Per-cy. "How long would it
take? "
"Well," said the man, it would de-pend some-what-
on the weath-er, you know."





PER-CY'S BOAT.
What dif-fer-ence can the weath-er make ?" asked
Per-cy in great sur-prise.
"Well, you see," said the old fel-low, I am a fish.
er-man; and, if it is a fair day, I must be off to sea
in my boat. But if it rains, or blows hard, then I
can-not go off, and must stay at home. Such times
as those I work on boats. I have the hull of one
near-ly worked in-to shape now."
Have you ?" said Per-cy ea-ger-ly. "Is that bought
yet by any one ?"
No," said the fish-er-man. No one has bought it
yet."
"Then I will take it," said Per-cy. How soon do
you think now you could have it done ? I think it is
go-ing to storm, so that you can-not go out in your
boat. The sky seems threat-en-ing."
The man laughed. "I don't see any signs of bad
weath-er," said he. I think, though, I could prom-ise
it in a week. But wait a bit, my young gen-tle-man.
You have-n't asked my price- How do you know that
you have mon-ey e-nough to pay for it ?"
Dear me said Per-cy. I for-got all a-bout that
What is your price?"
"I can lend you some mon-ey, Per-cy," said Jen-ny,
"if you have-n't e-nough."
I get three dol-lars for a boat like that," said the
man.
"Oh! I have more than that in my bank," said
Per-cy, much re-lieved.








PER-CY'S BOAT.





PER-CY'S BOAT.


I live in that house down the road," said the man,
point-ing to-ward one with his hand. "You can stop
in when you want to see how it is com-ing on. Per-
haps you would like to have her rigged dif-fer-ent-ly
from this one."
So, ev-er-y morn-ing, on their way to the beach, the
chil-dren stopped at the old man's house to see how
the ship came on. The sky was bright and clear each
day; and they of-ten saw the old man's grand-chil-dren
at the pier, wait-ing for his re-turn from fish-ing: but,-
in spite of it all, the toy ship grew a-pace.
By the time it was rea-dy to be launched, Per-cy
and Jen-ny had made a great man-y friends. They
knew the boy who owned the boat they had first seen.
His name was Jack; and he and Per-cy be-came fast
friends. He had a lit-tle sis-ter too, who was just
a-bout Jen-ny's age. Her name was Flor-ence. There
were a good man-y oth-er boys too; and one af-ter-
noon the old fish-er-man took them all out in his boat.
He was known to be a care-ful old fel-low; and so
the par-ents all said that their chil-dren might go.
They had a splen-did time, and were ve-ry sor-ry when
it was time to go home.





UNCLE RALPH.

UNCLE RALPH.
WE were just sit-ting down to break-fast one day,--
mam-ma, Ma-bel, and I; for our big sis-ter Kit-ty was
ill in bed up-stairs, and pa-pa had gone a-cross the
o-cean on bus-i-ness, -- when there came a rap at the


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door. I ran up and o-pened it, and who should be there
but Un-cle Ralph!
"Aha!" he said when he had kissed us all, "I am
just in time for break-fast, and I am hun-gry.. And
he sat down, and began to eat so heart-i-ly that we
knew he was speak-ing the truth.





UNCLE RALPH.
"What is this that I hear," he said, "that Kit-ty is
ill? I have come to town on pur-pose to see a-bout it.
Now, I must go back to my farm to-mor-row morn-ing,
for it is al-most time to be-gin hay-ing; and I shall take
ev-er-y one of you back with me.


"Jack," he went on, turn-ing to me, "run up and tell
Kit-ty, and see what she says."
Oh! if you could have heard the shouts of de-light
that Mabel and I sent up, and if you could have seen
how the col-or came into Kit-ty's cheeks when I told her!





UNCLE RALPH.
"Well," said Un-cle Ralph when I came back, "then
that is all set-tied. Now we shall have to look sharp
to get the pack-ing all done in. time, for the train goes
the first thing in the morn-ing."
You may be sure that Ma-bel and I did all we could
to help. Un-cle Ralph worked won-ders, and by sun-


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set of the next day we were at his house in the coun-
try. Kit-ty was ver-y tired, and had to be brought from
the station in a close car-riage, with pil-lows un-der her,
and was very glad to go to bed.
But Ma-bel and I thought it pret-ty hard when mam-
ma said that we must go too. It was hard-ly dark,
but there was no help for it: to bed we went.
The next morn-ing, though, we were both up bright






UNCLE RALPH.


and early.
made up our
at break-fast
we would go
black-ber-ries.





UNCLE RALPH.
found some; but in try-ing to reach up to a spray
a-bove my head, my foot slipped, and splash I went
in-to the brook up to my knees. The bas-ket near-ly
got a-way from us, for it float-ed down in-to a deep pool
where I could not wade for it. But I got a pole, and
fished it out.
Then we had to go home, very much crest-fall-en. I
thought mam-ma would be dis-pleased, for it was ver-y
care-less of me to have tum-bled in-to the brook; but


she on-ly laughed, and told me to hur-ry up and put on
dry shoes and trou-sers.
As I went up stairs I passed by Kit-ty's room, and
there I saw through the o-pen door what made mam-ma
so hap-py. Why, Kit-ty was sit-ting in a chair by the


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UNCLE RALPH.
win-dow! She had not sat up for two months. No. won.
der mam-ma was hap-py: I was read-y to shout for joy.
In a week she was out of doors, and in a month
you would not have known she had ev-er been ill. As
for Ma-bel and me, we just had a splen-did time, and
thought no one half so nice as Un-cle Ralph.





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THREE chil-dren march gay-ly one sun-ny day,
With hearts as bright as the hour;
While, on-ly a mile or two a-way,
Two chil-dren smile 'mid a shower.

So, sun-shine and rain, pleas-ure and pain,
Each day on some must fall;
But the wise thing to do, if we on-ly knew,
Is to make the best of it all.





A RIDE FOR LIFE.


THE KING'S MESSENGER.

The red glow of morning had tinged the gray sky,
When, across the wild moorland, my charger and. I,
Hot pressed by the Roundheads, rode reckless and fast,
But three miles to Oxford, how long will it last !


The wall rises grimly,-the torrent is deep,
I drew my breath harder, and dashed at the leap.
One shout of defiance, one touch of the spur,
We're over! Ho Cropears, come on if ye dare !

Their steeds spring out wildly and plunge in the flood,
And each Roundhead rider is rolling in mud.
I doffed my plumed hat, with a. parting good-day,
Then, wheeling my charger, rode laughing away.
Anon.


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THE FALL OF THE CASTLE.


THE FALL OF THE CASTLE.


"O MEG! could not you give us a few cook-ies? we
are go-ing to the beach," cried out Bell as she hur-ried
in-to the kitch-en.
Meg took her hands out of the flour that she was
knead-ing, and nod-ded good na-tured-ly at the lit-tle
girl; and soon Bell and her two small broth-ers, Tom
and Ned, were hur-ry-ing to-ward the beach, each munch-
ing a cook-y as he trot-ted on. Miss Knox went with
them, and car-ried three pails and three shov-els; but as
soon as they reached the sand they took them from her,
and set to work to build a cas-tle. They dug a deep





THE FALL OF THE CASTLE.
ditch all a-bout it, and heaped its walls high. Then
Ned tied his hand-ker-chief to a stick, and made it fast
in the sand; and they called it the flag of lib-er-ty. All
this time Miss Knox sat close be-side them with her
book in her lap. Near her was old Ben the fish-er-


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a-long. They ran as hard as they could, and the wave
did not o-ver-take them: but the cas-tle could not run;
and the sea beat down the out-er wall, and filled the
and the sea beat down the out-er wall,, and filled the






THE FALL OF THE CASTLE.
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ditch; and the flag of lib-er-ty was torn down, and left
all wet' and flab-by on the beach.
"I s'pose," said Tom, "that that wave was as big as
they ev-er come. It was a huge fel-low."
Old Ben laughed. "I have seen them sweep o-ver


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the whole sand belt," he said. "I re-mem-ber the night
when the 'Sea Ro-ver' was lost, the wa-ter was ten or
twelve feet deep where you are stand-ing."
"Oh, tell us a-bout it!" they all cried; and they
seat-ed them-selves close in front of him.
Ben saw there was no way to es-cape tell-ing the
sto-ry, and so be-gan:-






THE FALL -OF THE CASTLE.
"One night, just as I was go-ing in to turn in for
the night, I o-pened the door and looked out. Such a
storm as it was! The wind was blow-ing a gale, and
the black clouds were scud-ding in from the o-cean.
'It's a bad night at sea,' said my old wife. 'Shut the
door, or the can-die will go out.'
"Just at that min-ute I saw a rock-et's glare. 'A
ship's a-shore!' I cried, and ran for the beach.: In ten
min-utes there were a hun-dred men there. We could
see through the gloom the ship fast on the bar, with
the waves dash-ing o-ver her; and we light-ed a great
.fire on the beach, to let them know that we knew of
their sad plight."
"And did they all drown?',' asked' Ned.
"Not a man of them," said Ben. "They came
a-shore safe, down to the cab-in boy."
"And did you get the ship safe a-shore too?" .asked
lit-tle: Bell.
"Oh, no!"' said Ben, smil-ing: t"the ship went to
pie-ces. On-ly the men were saved."
"How did you save the men?" asked Tom.
"We fired' a line from a can-non a-cross the ship's
deck," said Ben.: "Then they made their end fast.; and
we rigged a car on the rope, that was dragged back-
ward and for-ward;.and they got in it two or three at
a time, and so were safe-ly land-edc"
"Dear. me!" said Miss Knox, look-ing at her watch,
"it is al-most one o'clock. We must, hur-ry home."

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SONG OF THE BIRDS.


BIRDS.
lIan-y voi-ces in the
wood-lands
Strike on the de-light-ed
ear;
\oi,-ces. from the trees
a-bove us,
Sing ing to the o-pen-ing
yNear,
Notes that seem
to come frorn
heav-en,
Mak-ing earth
and sky so near.


Lit-tle birds, se-rene and
hap-py,
Sure-ly, in your up-ward
flight,
Ye are touched with Heav-
en's glo-ry;
Ye are bathed in Heaven's
light,
And its col-ors and its
s* had-ows
1Iake you crea-tures of de-
light.





SONG OF THE BIRDS.


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Htim-ming bird and state-ly par-rot,
On your crests and on your wings
Rain-bow hues are ev-er chang-ing,
Rain-bow beau-ty ev-er clings;
Have you vis-it-ed the rain-bow,
Pret-ty, spark-ling, pa;nt-ed things?


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SONG. OF THE BIRDS.

Tell me, scar-let col-ored her-on,
Whose re-spl en-dent plumage vies
With the glo-ry of the morn-ing
Just be-fore the ... -
sun-beams rise,
Is indeed your /
ra-di-ant col-or
Sto-len from the
East-ern skies?

Lit-tle rob-in, lit-
tie rob-in, .
Is the glow up-on
your breast
On-ly the re-flect-
ed splen-dor
Of the sun-set in
the west ?
Has the sun-set
tinged your bo- --..
som,
Lit-tle bird that -
I love best ?
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But the lit tie
hum-ble crea- ". .
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SONG OF THE BIRDS.


Who are wrapped in rus-set man-ties,
Like the clouds of som-ber hue,--
Do you think be-neath that shad-ow
Is a garb of heav-en's own blue?


Do you think, to an-gels' glan-ces
They are clad like'shin-ing flow-ers,
And their hues are on-ly gloom-y
Un-to eyes as dull as ours ?
Oh, that we had hum-bler spir-its,
Pu-rer hearts, arid keen-er pow-ers.


Lit-tle voi-ces in the wood-lands,
Lit-tle crea-tures in the air,
Sweet it is at morn and ev-en-ing,
Mu-sic float-ing ev-ery-where;
Dear to me your lit-tle voices,
Kind-ling hope and sooth-ing care.
AUTHOR OF POEMS WRITTEN FOR A CHILD.


These young ducks have come wad-dling down to the
pool to drink but find it fro-zen.. They find five or six
birds there and. are quack-ing out their sur-prise-that such
lit-tie birds should dare to go a-bout alone with-out a mam-
ma at least as big as their own.







THE THIEVING JACKDAW.


"WHy," said Jane, the maid, as she came through the
door and looked at the break-fast ta-ble, which stood with
the cloth spread and the dish-es on it, wait-ing for the fam-
i-ly to come down-stairs, "why, I am sure that I put a
spoon at mas-ter's plate, and now it is gone. I'll count
the oth-ers and see." Yes, sure e-nough,,a spoon was miss-
ing.
"It must be tramps," said Jane; and she ran to the-
win-dow to look out. It was a ve-ry pret-ty scene that
she saw be-fore her. An Eng-lis'h gar-den bright with
ma-ny flow-crs and. a green lawn be-side it; but not a
tramp was in sight. Jane ran out, and down one of the
paths, and gazed a-bout her. All at once she looked up,
and then she saw the thief. He was a shi-ny black jack-
daw, and there he stood on the roof, and in his mouth was
the miss-ing spoon. Jane shook her fin-ger at him. "Oh !
you wick-ed thief," she said, "now I know what be-comes
of the things that are lost all the time."
She hur-ried back to the house and told her mas-ter
what she had found out. When break-fast was o-ver, he
had a long lad-der placed a-gainst the roof, and climbed
up. The jack-dawxsat on a tree close by and chat-tered
with all his might; but it was of no use, his bad tricks had
been found out at last.
In a hole un-der the tiles they found the spoon that ht







THE THIEVING JACKDA W.





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had sto-len that morn-ing and a great ma-ny oth-er things
be-sides. There was the sil-ver watch that was giv-en to
Tom-my by his grand-pa-pa on his last birth-day, and
which was lost the ve-ry next day. Tom was sure that
he had left it on his dress-ing stand, but his pa-pa thought
that he must have lost it when he was play-ing ball. There
was a.can-dle-stick there, too, and all the fam-i-ly stood at
the foot of the lad-der and cried out with sur-prise as one
thing af-ter an-oth-er was ta-ken out of the hid-ing place.
That was the end of the jack-daw's thefts, for now they
watched him so close-ly that he had no chance to steal.





LATE.

"YES, my fine lad, the door is shut, and you are at least
ten minutes be-hind time. I knew, when I saw you start
out to try and catch the rab-bit that ran a-cross the road
in front of you,- that you would for-get all a-bout school."
"Well, I al-most got him," said the boy who was late,
"and 1 would sure-ly have. had him if I had not caught
my foot and fall-ei in the dust,"
Just at that mo-ment his teach-er heard his voice, and
called out, "John Jones, come inr at once, and take your
place in the class." So John hur-ried in and soon for-got
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THE BIRD'S NEST.

THE BIRD'S NEST.
Oh who would rob the wee bird's nest
That sings so sweet and clear;
That builds for its young a cozy house
In the spring-time of the year;
That feeds the gaping birdies all,
And-keeps them from the rain;
Oh, who would rob the wee bird's nest,
And give its bosom pain ?
I would not harm the linnet's nest,
-That whistles on the spray;
I would not rob the pleasant lark,
That.sings at break of day;
I would not rob the nightingale,
That chants so sweet at e'en,
Nor yet would I sweet Jennie Wren,
Within her bower of green.
For birdies are like bairnies
That dance upon the lea,
And they will not sing in cages
So sweet as in the tree.
They're just like bonnie bairnies
That mothers love so well,
And cruel, cruel is the heart
That would their treasures steal.
ALEX. SMART.





A RAI--Y DAY.


A RAIN-Y


DAY.


RAIN, rain, rain! How it did rain The great
drops ran down the glass in streams. Tom, Jack, and
lit-tie Meg watched it for a long time.' "0 dear!"
they said at last, "do you think it will nev-er clear-?
We want to go out and play."


"Why do you -not go up to the gar-ret, and play?"
asked their mam-ma.
That struck them as a fine plan; and off they trooped, -
pound-ing up the bare stairs with their -nois-y feet.
They found three old brooms, and be-gan to play sol-
dieri-Tom first, then Jack, with Meg last of all. The
gar-ret was ver-y large; and their mam-ma could- he8-





A RAIN-Y DAY.


them as they tramped a-long, and could hear Tom's
com-mand to right a-bout face when they had reached
the farth-er end.
By-and by they tired of play-ing sol-dier; and then
they pulled ddwn soml old dress-es and hats that hung
; on a peg, and put them on, and made be-lieve that
they were grown peo-ple. The', out of an old box,
they dragged a scrap-book full of pic-tures, and sat
them down to look them o-ver.





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Mean-time their friend Rose had come, all wrapped
Sup, through the rain, to make them a call. She brought
Sabas-ket, in which were her two --.t-tens.
s "The chil-dren are in the gar-ret," said their mam-ma.
So Rose ran- up to find them. She did find them;
-but what- do. you think ? they were fast a-sleep.




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