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Group Title: Peter and Patty books ; 9
Title: At the circus
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Title: At the circus
Series Title: Peter and Patty books
Physical Description: 12 p. : ill. ; 24 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Franklin Book Co ( Publisher )
Publisher: Franklin Book Co.
Place of Publication: Philadelphia
Publication Date: c1898
 Subjects
Subject: Children's poetry -- 1898   ( rbgenr )
Publishers' advertisements -- 1898   ( rbgenr )
Bldn -- 1898
Genre: Children's poetry   ( rbgenr )
Publishers' advertisements   ( rbgenr )
non-fiction   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: United States -- Pennsylvania -- Philadelphia
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General Note: Title from cover.
General Note: Includes publisher's advertisement.
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Bibliographic ID: UF00086064
Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of Florida
Rights Management: All rights reserved by the source institution and holding location.
Resource Identifier: aleph - 001869412
oclc - 29040040
notis - AJU3959

Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Page 1
        Page 2
    At the circus
        Page 3
        Page 4
        Page 5
        Page 6
        Page 7
        Page 8
        Page 9
        Page 10
        Page 11
        Page 12
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        Page 15
    Back Cover
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AT THE CIRCUS
One day the Circus cam
to the town where Peter and
Patty lived and their Papa took
ihem to see it. IThy were
greatly amused with the funny
antics and saying. of lie0
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OOD-BYE, my little one, good-bye.
SThe night has come, the dustman's nigh
Each little bird has gone to bed,
SAnd neathh his wing has tucked his
L head.

Good night, my sweet, may Angels keep
Watch above you while you sleep.





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THIS PJG WENT TO MARKET.


i. THIs pig went to market;
2. This pig stayed at home;
3. This pig had a bit of meat;
4. And this pig had none; *
5. This pig said, "Wee, wee, weel
I can't find my way home."


AS TITTYMOUSE SAT.

As Tittymouse sat in the witty to spin,
Pussy came to her and bid her good e'en.
"Oh, what are you doing, my little 'oman?"
"A-spinning a doublet for my gude man."
"Then shall I come to thee and wind up thy thread?"
"Oh, no, Mr. Puss, you will bite off my head.








A TALE OF A TAIL.
.g' JUST yesterday he lost his head,
SAnd nearly lost his tail!
I'll try my best to fix it on
W ith hammer and with nail."
Thus Johnnie spoke, and
when he tried
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He struck his finger nail instead,
SAnd loudly shouted, "Oh! "
"Y'ou will not have your tail
put on ?
Well-I am not to
blame.
To go without i head
or tail!
You're surely lost to shame.







A TALE OF A TAIL


Yet I must harness you with Jim,
For now 'tis half-past five,
I And I have promised Bob and
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To take them for a drive :
'So come, sir! All the
folks shall see,
And tell the shocking
tale,
About the steed
'who lost his
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And went without, atail."













HE little French doll was a dear little doll
Tricked out in the sweetest of dresses;
Her eyes were of hue
A most delicate blue,
And dark as the night were her tresses.
Her dear little mouth Was fluted and red
,- "d And this little French doll was
so very well bred
That whenever accosted her
little mouth said:
"Mamma! Mamma!"


The stockinet doll, with one arm and
one leg,
Had once been a handsome young
fellow,
But now he appeared
Rather frowzy and bleared
in his torn regimentals of yellow.






* et nis near gave a curious tnump as he lay
In the little toy cart near the window one day
And heard the sweet voice of that French dolly says
"Mammal Mammal"

SHe listened so long and he listened
so hard
I That anon he grew ever so tender,
For its everywhere
known
That the feminine
tone
Gets away with all
masculine gender.
He up and he wooed her with soldierly zest
But all she'd reply to the love he professed
Were these plaintive words, which
perhaps you have
i guessed:
"Mammal
Mammal"






Her mother-a sweet little lady of five-
Vouchsafed her parental protection.
And although Stockinet
Wasn't blueblooded yet
She really could make no objection.
So soldier and dolly were wedded
one day
And a moment ago, as I journeyed
that way,
I'm sure that I heard a wee baby voice
say:
"Mamma! Mammal"
-EUGENE FIELD.





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IGGLEPY, Piggleby,
My black hen,
She lays eggs
For gentlemen;
Sometimes nine,
And sometimes ten,
Higglepy, Piggleby,
My black hen










HOW DOLLIE DEANE SPOILED HER CHRISTMAS.


D OLLIE was sitting in the bay-window,
in the dusk, all cuddled up, with her
pet kitten in her arms.
S "To-morrow night, Pussy," said she, "I
/ am going to hang tp my stocking right
/ close by the sitting-room grate, and old
Kriss Kringle will fill it up full of beautiful
presents. He isn't a real Kriss Kringle,
S you know-it's only papa and mamma-
l o, but I like to pretend it is an old fellow in
r furs and a sleigh and all. Oh, dear, I won-
r ^ e der what I'll get, anyhow!"
Just then Dollie caught a glimpse of her
papa standing in the hall with his arms filled with bundles, and she heard
her mamma say in a whisper, "Put them in the lower bureau-drawer, where
Dollie won't find them."
Here Dollie leaned forward and began to feel a keen interest in the bundles
and packages she was not to "find."
"In the lower bureau drawer," she repeated to herself; "guess I will find
'emr."
Then something whispered to her, "But, Dollie, that would be a kind of
stealing to gofind what mamma wishes to kide from you."
"No 't won't, neither," answered Dollie's self. "I'm just going right up-
stairs to see, now;" and letting Pussy fall out of her arms in her haste, she
went up-stairs softly, and saw through the crack of the door her papa busily
opening parcel after parcel, and putting their contents in the lower bureau
drawer.
Dollie waited until he had finished, then she hid herself behind the door as
he passed her on his way down-stairs.
Very softly crept little Dollie into her mamma's room then. Very cautiously
shl- opened the lower drawer, and her eyes danced with delight over what she
i,-\.v there. A beautiful Grande Duchesse doll, in pink satin; a little silver
S...--t, like mamma's real one; a little blue locket and gold chain; a scarltr
:an \ ith a bird on it; a set of story-books, and great papers full of candies
Dollie took out the doll and examined it all over, opened the locket and sa,
ter mamma's and papa's picture, fanned herself with the fan, peeped into thlli




HOW IOLLY DEAN SPOILED HER CHI.IlIMAS.

story-books. and ate several of the candies before she heard the tea-bell ring
and papa ask where his ** Dollie IDumjplin-' was.
Som_].ow suppe-r didn't i.ste ood to0 DLolic; she was very quiet, too, and
papa wondered what was the matter with his chatterbox. Mamma thought
she looked f-verish, and asked if her head ached. Dollie said, No, she was
only sleepy," but down in her heart sontl-i;ng was saying all the while, What
a wicked, naughty, little girl you are to have stolen a sight of the pretty presents
your papa and mamma meant to surprise you with! "
Christmas morning came, and when Dollie ran dowr-stairs into the sitting
room where her two long, scarlet stockings hung up by the grate, her papa
and mamma thought she did not look as surprised and delighted over her
presents as they expected she would.
What is it, Dollie? Are your presents not what you wanted?" asked
mamma.
SYes-but- "
But what? You don't look happy and pleased over them."
Then Dollie burst into tears, and between sobs and sniffles confessed how
she had spoiled her Christmas by anticipating its pleasures in stealing a look
at the happiness in store for her. "I thought it would be so nice to know
everything-and now I don't feel so happy," .;,l~:',-1d Dollie.
Ah, Dollie," answered her mamma, "even grown people are like you
sometimes. They want to look ahead and see what is to be, when, if they
would only wait and trust to the good Father, everything would be all rigl, :r
good time. If blessings are ahead, we will enjoy them in due time. If sorrow
we will feel it soon enough."
Dollie thought her mamma was right, and she determined she would never
spoil another Christmas by peeping in the lower drawer to discover U.e
presents her papa and mamma would give to her in due time!


ONE, two, three, I HAVE a mouth that n'-vr.slnnks
I love coffee, I have a soul that never thinks,
And Billy loves tea. I have a heel and have a toe,
How good you be, But have no.feet on which to go,
One, two, three, Yet many a mile a day I travel,
I love coffee, Sometimes on carpets, then on gra i
And Billy loves tea. -A sho&:,






OLD KING COLE.


O LD King Cole
Was a merry old soul,
And a merry old soul
I ? was he;


He called for his pipe,
And he called for his bowl,
And he called for his fiddlers three.


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OLD KING COLE.


Every fiddler, he had a fiddle,
And a very tine fiddle had he;
Twee tweedle dee, tweedle dee, went the fiddlers.

Oh, there's none so rare,
As can compare
With King Cole and his fiddlers three!


HAD a little hen, the prettiest ever
She washed me the dishes, and
She went to the mill to fetch me
She brought it home in less t
She baked me my bread, she b
LShe sat by the fire and told




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