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Title: Bright eyes famous stories for our youths
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Publication Date: c1900
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BRIGHT EYES

FAMOUS STORIES FOR OUR YOUTHS
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COPYRIGHT, 1900, BY W. B. CONKEY COMPANY

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TIWR ULEN OPr THn M2VI.

SING hey, sing ho, for the first of Mlay,
When the hawthorn's iu bloom and the meadows
are gay,
And the children are dancing away the hours.

Sing hey, sing ho, for the Queen of the May,
As they crown her with garlands and bear her away,
And throne her at last 'mid the wood's leafy bowers,
Sing hey, sing ho, for the Queen of the May,
Who's as good as she's pretty-a grand thing to say-
And as humble and sweet as sweet meadow flowers!
Sing hey, sing ho, for the Queen of the May-
The Queen of the May!












FREDDIE'S PUZZLE.

I WONDER why little boys like to make a noise, and why it is so
hard to keep still sometimes, and easy enough other times.
I wasn't sent up into the
attic because I was so bad,
but mamma said I could i'
make all the noise I wanted f .
to up here, and I would ha ve
to be quiet in the sitting-roon,.
And now I'm here, and I /,
don't feel like making a noi-e ., I
at all. But I do not belie;,l
it is as much fun when y, 1ul B .
are all alone. I like to blow
the whistle on my locomo-
tive, and drum, and play
wild Indian; and then
Imammla says, Be more
quiet, Freddie; you
are such a noisy boy! .
I try real hard to
be still sometimes; but the
minute I forget, I jump, and .
shout, and act like a crazy _,_.
boy, Aunt Jane says. I d t. 't -
believe mamma would mind it s,:, nh,-
if Aunt Jane didn't always say, Well,
I never saw such a noisy boy in my life "
Perhaps when I grow older I shan't feel so much like shouting
and hainmmering. I think I'll go downstairs now, and try to be still
five minutes. Oh, there goes Willie Brown with his drum I'll
get mine, and we will have a drumming match in the garden.
ANNIE ,). BELL.














THE PET FOX.


HARDIE had a funny present once. It was a little fox. The man
who gave it to him found it when it was a small cub. He tried to
tame it as it grew older, but he could not make it very tame.
The man belonged to the army, and soon he had to go away.
Then he gave his fox to Hardie, who was glad to have it for a pet.
He wanted to keep it in the house. But his mamma said Foxy was
not a nice pet to keep in i
the house. So Hardie
made him a kennel out a
doors. Foxy had a col-
lar on, with a strong
chain.
His young master
fastened him by this
chain; and then he gave
him chicken bones, and
other good things, to
eat.
Foxy seemed quite happy for a time; but one day the dogs
found him, and they teased him so that poor Foxy worked out of
his collar and ran and hid in the house. Hardie was sorry for his
pet, but he knew he must not stay in the house.
So he made the collar and chain fast once more, and put the fox
back in his kennel. Then he fenced it up so that the dogs could
not get in, and said, There, poor fellow! You need not be
afraid "
But when Foxy heard the dogs bark he was afraid. He was
sure they would get at him, and he worked so hard at his collar that
he got it off again. Then he ran away to the woods. Hardie was
very sorry to lose his fox; he asked all the boys if they had
seen it.










THE PET FOX.


Down the road there lived a blacksmith who had two pet raccoons.
They were tame,-very tame. They had a place to live in which
they had fixed as they liked it. They used to run across the road
from their home to a spring, to drink. A boy who did not know
about the blacksmith's raccoons saw one of them as it ran to get


a drink. He chased it and caught it. Then he came up to find
Hardie.
"Hardie, I've found your fox!" cried the boy. Hardie ran in
haste to look; but when he saw what the boy had brought he
said,"O dear! That is no fox at all. It is one of Mr. Gunn's
raccoons."
The boy took the raccoon back, and Hardie never found his
fox.
MRS. D. P. SANFORD.














THE BUG WITH A MASK.


THERE is a funny little creature that wears a covering all over
his face just like a mask. And what do you think it is for ? Let
us see.
Perhaps you have seen the beautiful dragon-flies
that look so much like humming-birds and butter-
flies too. They have broad wings, as thin as a fly's,
that glitter like glass in the sunshine.- Their backs
are just like blue steel.
jYou will always find
,. '. __ them in the hot summer
months flying through
the fields, or over ponds
a nd rivers. In the
country they are called
"devil's darning-nee-
dles," because they are
so slender, perhaps. The
French people call them
demoiselless," which
means ladies.
Now this handsome,
swift creature grows
from an ugly bug, that
._ ::- els over the mud at the bottom of
"- t1he 0 l:0 And this is the way it comes

Little white eggs are laid on the water, the rip
ples carry them far away, and then they sink into the mud.
The warm sun hatches them, and from each egg creeps a tiny
grub of a greenish color. They are hungry creatures, with very bad
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hearts. They eat up every little insect that comes in their way
They are very sly, too. They creep towards their prey as a cat
does when she is in search of a rat.
They lift their small hairy legs, as if they were to do the work. It
is not the legs, but the head that does it. Suddenly it seems to open,
and down drops a kind of visor with joints and hinges.
This strange thing is stretched out until it swings from the chin.
Quick as a flash some insect is caught in the trap and eaten.
This queer trap, or mask, is the under lip of the grub. Instead of
being flesh like ours, it is hard and horny, and large enough to cover
the whole face.
It has teeth and muscles, and the grub uses it as a weapon
too.
It is nearly a year before this ugly-looking grub gets its wings.
A little while after it is hatched, four tiny buds sprout from its
shoulders, just as you see them on the branch of a tree. These are
really only watery sacs at first. Inside of them the wings grow
slowly until you can see the bright colors shining through.
Some morning this hairy-legged little bug creeps up a branch.
Then he shakes out his wings and flies away into the air, a slender,
beautifull dragon-fly.
I have told you of the only creature in the world that wears this
curious mask.
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THE WILD GEESE.


"HouK! Houk! Houk!"
A loud clang in the sky-
An arrow in the frsty air -
The Wild Geese gc;ing by!
"Houk! Houk!" It is their leader's cry;
"Houk! Houk !" My Gray Wings, south we fly 1
Behind, the loud wind whirls the snow-
Before, green grass and rushes grow,
And lakelets in the sunlight shine;
Houk! This year's Goslings, keep the line!
I never led a flock so fine !
Houk! Houk! Good Goose, can you not spy,
Far down, a field of winter rye ?
-*We soar too high; drop low; drop low;
We'll stop and feast, then on well go!
Our arrow cleaves the frosty sky!
Houk! Houk! My Gray Wings, south we fly!"







7"2E POP FAMILY.


' TH ~B they lay, -I don't know how many of them,-the little
Pop children.
They were all in rows, close side by side, quiet as could be. They
all wore black night-caps.
Their father was Mr. Pop Korn, and the little ones were Pops too.
Once they had green curtains to their cob bed, and a silky plume
for a canopy.
Now the curtains were braided up with other bed-curtains, several
families of Pops being together in a great bunch. Perhaps the little
Pops were tired of this, but they did not complain.
One day they were taken down by a rosy-cheeked boy. They
were carried into the kitchen.
What joy Now there was to be some play. A dozen children
were there. They jumped about the floor when the Pops came in.
Then the boy began to rub and tickle the little Pops with his
thumb and fingers. How glad they were They jumped from their
bed into a dish. The children laughed, and so the little Pops felt
cheerful too.
Most of them did. But some of them did not want to make folks
happy. These did not jump into the dish. They dropped to the floor.
They rolled off and hid in corners. Some of them bounced under
the stove. Lazy folks very often run away from their duty.
The good Pops were shown into a cosey frying-pan. This was set
upon the stove. Oh, how warm the fire was The little Pops felt
their hearts swell with the heat.
Pretty soon one of them cried "Pop" with great glee, and hopped
into the air. His black night-cap was gone. He had a fresh jacket,
all snowy white.
Down he came, pop, upon the floor. Then the other Pops began
to dance and leap. What a chorus of them. "Pop, pop, pop, pop!"
The children scampered to pick them up. Each white and sweet







THE ROLLER-SKATES.


Pop was kissed by the little ones' red lips. Then all the teeth went
"munch, munch," and the boys and girls were full of delight. The
little Pops had made them all happy.
But the other Pops, who rolled into corners, and under the stove,
what became of them ?
They were swept out of doors into the cold. There the hens
picked them up. The hens said, "Cluck, cluck They were glad
to swallow the lazy Pops.
But I would rather pop for the children than to hide under the
stove. And I would not like to be swallowed by a hen. Would
you ?
PENN ANDINCK.






THE ROLLER-SKATES.

SOME one has roller-skates,
Who do you think -
"Cunning little Dinah,
Hair all a-kink.
Such a way she has of run-
Sning,
S- Heels in the air,-
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I declare.










THE ROLLER-SKATES.


First, she stands still, of coi
That is all right.
But, alas for tumbles,
When she takes flight!
Neither foot seems to know
What the other's at,
So the right goes this way,
Left goes that.


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All the idle girls and boys
Playing hereabout
Think it so amusing
They begin to shout.
And what does Dinah do,
Poor little elf ?
Why, she laughs as loud as any
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THE ROLLE-SKATES.

Up she gets and tries again
Though down again she goes;
Bruises on her fingers,
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Bumps she has of every sort,
But, at any rate,
It is very plain she means to
Learn to skate










HOUSES FOR RENT.




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HOUSES FOR REN'T.


Possession given in April;
The rents, for all summer long,
Are a very trifling consideration, -
In fact, they are merely a song.

These bargains in country homes
Are to the best markets near,
And the price of seasonable dainties
Is very far from dear:

A strawberry or two blackberries
For eating four fat bugs,
And cherries without number
For keeping off the slugs.

Other things are in proportion,
And everything in reason,
From tender lettuce to peaches,
Will appear in its season.

From four in the morning till evening
These houses are open to view;
And I wish I had a dozen to rent,
Instead of only two.









THE YOKED KITTENS.


I SUPPOSE there never was a little girl who had such an odd doll's
carriage, or such a queer pair of ponies to drag it, as Flossie had.
Her brother Tom had made a little yoke, all by himself, just like the
big yokes they use to work oxen.
When it was finished he put it on the two little black and white
kittens, who were so much alike you could scarcely tell one from the


other. After training them every day for a week, so they would pull
together, and not try to get their heads out of the yoke, he hitched
them into a small ox-cart John, the coachman, had made for him.
Then Flossie leit him her black doll, Pompey, to stand up in front
and drive. Of course Tom really drove them himself, and walked
beside them to see that'they kept in the path.
As an ox-cart has no seats, the dolls were placed side by side in the
bottom. Fixed in this way, one pleasant day, Antoinette, the French
doll, and Jason, with large blue eyes and long golden hair, started
out for a drive.









THE YOKED KITTENS.


When they started, a big black dog bounded through the
gate, straight towards the happy little
party. Flossie and Tom ran with
all their might tow- I ., yards the house.
The little kittens, frightened al-
most to death, darted up the
first tree, and i' began to climb,
with the wagon dangling at their
heels.R
The noise brought out John,
the coachman, who took the poor,
trembling, lit- tle kittens to the
stable. He picked up the doll-
ies, but Antoinette had lost
an eye, .2 and Jason's head was
gone; Ibut Pompey seemed
as fresh as when
they started on
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Like white-r<,l.,,el -ue-.ts. with outstret.ehti

Wait, in the wintry freeze.

Down they, c-me in a teathery whirl,
Like, writess in an airy chase-,
Till every tiny, separate flake
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TWENTY LITTLE POULTICES.


It never would have happened if mother had not gone away, and
the twins had not been left by themselves because Hannah was
"preserving," and if that grindstone had not been left out in the
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But mother had gone, liannah was busy, the grindstoirj was
there, and it did happen, -this naughty thing I
The twins were sitting on the doorstep, eating bread and "'serves"
that Hannah had given them. It was very warm and quiet, and
there was not a
thing to do. The
bees were busy
enough out there
in the clover;
but then they
were bees, and
did not know
any better fun
than to work all
day.
It was Dell who
began it. She
always did begin
things, and Bell
had to follow.
She finished her
bread first, and,
sat trying to
= I think of some-
thing to play.
Then she saw
that grindstone,
and said, "O Bell,
-G -let's grind!"
S- ---- Bell swallowed
her last bite
//T /quickly, and fol
lowed Dell to the
grindstone.
Now they did not- seem to remember that some one, mamma per.
tapBL,had said, "Never touch the grindstone, little girls." Bell did











begin to remember, when, suddenly, there was Dell turning that
lovely stone with both hands. Of course Bell had to get a knife
and hold it to grind.
They ground two knives, which they got from the kitchen when
Hannah's back was turned. Then they ground the hoe till it was
" awful sharp," and some of the points off the handsaw. Then B Jl
said, "Let's grind our fingernails!" They turned the stone, and
held their fingers on it; and at first it felt funny and ticklish."
When they stopped, oh dear! the tips of every one of those poor
little fingers were sore indeed, for they had ground the skin right
off, and the blood came.
They ran crying to Hannah; and what do you think she did ?
Why, she put a little poultice of bread and milk on every one of
those fingers and thumbs on each naughty hand.
The twins were so ashamed to have mamma see those hands,
when they had promised to be so good! When she came home at
night, two sorry little girls met her, with their hands behind their
backs; and when she asked what was the matter with her birdies,"
they sorrowfully held up those ten no twenty little poultices.


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NAUGHTY LITTLE PETER AND THE BIRDS.


ti... c, "See, -Kitty, what uncle Robert has
.. sent us," said Peter. "A bag of mar-

;, ^ ,K'4 Kitty did not know much about playing
'. knuckle down" or "rent," but she liked
Sj pretty marbles.
'','.. "Come, let's divide," said Peter.
-E.- -': l Now the best way to divide things, is to "choose
;'- about," and see who will have the first choice. But
Peter was a selfish boy ; he never wanted to "choose
about." He always wanted the first choice.
'Gentle little Kitty almost always gave up to
., him. But this time she did not want to give up
to him. There were three carnelians among the
i ii.* in. i. les. Peter knew very well that one carnelian is
.. with a great many common marbles.
Sitty knew it too. But Peter wanted
f --, t\v- of the carnelians and half of the
S other marbles besides.
S "That is not fair," Kitty said. Let 2'1
mamma divide them for us."
Just then mamma called, "Peter, it
is time to go to school." Peter was L
LITTLE KITTY.
very angry because Kitty would not divide as
he said. He struck her two hard blows on her shoulder and ran
away. He hid the bag of marbles and then he started for school.









NAUGHTY LITTLE PETER AND THE BIRDS.


The first part of his way lay through a pleasant grove. Many
wild flowers grew there, and many birds built their nests there.
Peter knew where the nests
were. He generally liked to
go through this grove. But
this morning he hurried along
as fast as he could. It did
not seem pleasant to him. He
did not care to pick a violet
and he wished the birds would
stop singing.
A little bird flew down into
IN THE GROVE. the path before him. She hopped
along and chirped,"He did it! he did it! he did-did-did-did-did it!
did it! did it!"
Peter was so astonished, he stood quite still for a moment.
Then he picked up a stone and threw it at the bird. But he
didn't hit it. The stone struck a pine-tree.
The little bird was frightened and flew away singing, "He did
it! he did-did-did-did-did it!"
An owl lived in the pine-tree, and when the stone hit it, she
waked up, poked out her head and
asked, Who-who-who ? who-who-who? "
"Peter Peter Peter-Peter-Peter !
Peter-Peter-Peter! !" sang a merry voice
from an alder bush.
Peter had often heard this little bird
call his name. He used to laugh when
he heard it. But this morning he felt EI
more like crying He wondered if all "WHO-WHO-WHO?"










NAUGHTY LITTLE PETER ANDI THE BIRDS


the birds had seen him strike little Kitty
SPeter-Peter-Peter!" sang the little bird,
Then right at his very feet, almost, a hoarse
voice croaked out:
"What did he do? what did he do?"
How Peter jumped! It was nothing but a frog and
again he asked:
"What did he do ? what did he do ?"
"Beat her! beat her! beat her! answered the little
Sbird in the alder bush.
KIT-KIT-KITTY !
"Who-who-who?" asked the owl again.
"Little Kitty! Little Kitty! Kit-Kit-Kit-Kit-Kitty!"
This came from the very top of a wild cherry-tree. Peter
was almost distracted.
Then they all talked at once. "He did it! he did!" "Who
who-who ? Beat her! beat her Kitty-Kitty-Kit-Kit -
" Cheat her cheat her -" Did-did-did-it did it! "Peter!
Peter!! Peter!!!"
And the old frog slipped under the lily pads and grunted out,
"Ugh ugh! coward-coward! ugh! "
Poor naughty little Peter! he put his fingers in his
ears and ran away as hard as he could. He carried the
marbles to Kitty as soon as he got home at night.
"Here, Kitty," he said, "I am sorry I was so
PETER I PETER I1"
mean to you; you shall have them all."
No, brother," said dear little Kitty, we'll divide them."
"Did all the birds hear me, when I was so cross to Kitty ?"
he asked mamma that night.
"No, dear," said mamma. But your own little heart was so full
of your naughtiness that you heard it in every twitter."




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CHARLIE'S RIDE IN THE PARK.
A TRiUE STORY.
CHARLIE visited a park with his mother and younger brothers.
It was a pleasant place. There was a high tower, and stands, and
pavilions, and it was well shaded.
It was just as he was ready to leave the park that he saw a deer.
The deer came towards
him. He seemed very :* l I
tame. He licked Charlie's '. .
hand and the hands of ..
the others. He seemed '-:
delighted at being ca-
ressed.
But somehow he really
seemed to be most pleased
with Charlie's attentioiis. ..
HIe rubbed his head
against Charlie, as if le ,.
wanted. to say, "I love ;::
you.' Sometimes his .
manner was a little too
earnest to be quite agree-
able. There was, per-
haps, just the least hint
in the world of bunting;
but Charlie thought it "~
all only the deer's way of showing his love. "0 mamma," he cried,
"he loves me better than any of you!"
Then mamma and the children walked slowly towards the gate-
way. Charlie followed, still playing with the deer. She was
staitled by a sudden sharp cry of distress: Mamma, mammta, help
me!" All looked. There was the deb; bounding off at full speed






CHARLIE'S RIDE IN THE PARK.


with Charlie on his back. And Charlie could not even hold on to
the deer's neck, for he was riding backwards.
The deer was frightened, and was making his best jumps. He
went like the wind. No one laughed, for it was a very dangerous
ride. In a few seconds Charlie was thrown. Over and over he
went, and struck on the edge of a muddy pond.
Luckily he was not badly hurt; but he was very much surprised
at his ride, for he had not expected it at all.
The deer had suddenly "bunted" under him while he stood facing


















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him. As he threw up his head Charlie was thrown on the deer's
back, facing backwards. And then the ride. The deer was fright-
ened. Charlie was frightened. Mamma and the children were
frightened. But what a laugh, all at Charlie's expense, after it was
ovei! -a laugh that broke out again and again for hours after.
And how many times Charlie's words were repeated with laugh-
ter.- "Mamma, he loves me better than any of youl"
CHARLES T. JEROME,









THE BABY BEAR.


ONE day we stopped at the Hot Springs, about five miles t~om
Helena, in Montana. When I went into the-reception-roem, I was
surprised to find a little cinnamon bear, six
( weeks old, lying on the sofa. I put my lit-
t ., tiee siste-r, wli.1 w:1, about tlI s;.1 e age,
-. b: iile h1imr. and thie b,:;ir (i.elu .ed up
i, ," .- ^ *'-" ,- e :l,:,s, t,-, I -,,r an d1 w eint to .l,::ep.
f.,
A -';. Before -e lft, we? were in-
Ivited t,, tu, and
Ssee Master
l:.'uin eat
his sup-
per. A






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large pan of bread and milk was placed before him. He put his
forepaws into the pan, drew out the pieces of bread and ate therm.
Then he lapped the milk.
For a while he was allowed to run all over the ]Louse and grounds.









S.- -; BABY BEAB.


he soon found where the sugar and molasses were kept, and helped
himself so freely that he had to be secured with a chain.
Not long ago Bruin slipped his chain from the pole to which it
was fastened, and climbed
a tree.
Thei chain caught on a
i :in ln:h, and he found him-
S fslt- hung up in mid-air.
Tlhe proprietor of the
S,_.in._, heard his cries;
Iisa-tening out, he found
SBrin kicking violently,
e lj w risd striving to reach the
a body of the tree.
After a great deal
of trouble the
bear was taken
down, and was
glad to find him-
self once more
on solid ground.
During the
summer we often
called to inter-
S. view "his Bear-
ship." After we
knew of his lik-
ing for sweets, we made it a point to take some candy with us. He
seemed to know us, and to watch for our coming. Standing erect,
he would walk around us, hugging us with his forepaws. Then he
snuffed at each pocket, to find where the swasts were hidden.
Sometimes he showed his savage nature, for he would snap and
snarl if the promised treat was withheld.
When the cold weather caine, Bruin hid away in a large hole for
his winter sleep. He did not show himself again until the warm
days of spring.
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LOST HER MOTHER.


She had lost her mother,
She would have no other.

IT happened down at the sea-shore, one summer afternoon. I was
walking along the smooth, wet sand, picking up pebbles and tossing
them to the out-going tide.
A little girl came toward me. She carried in one hand a new little
wooden spade, and in the other a new little wooden pail. One could
see at a glance that the little girl with the little pail and spade was
not happy.
The beach sand looked very inviting to dig in; but by the looks of
the spade it had not been digging, nor by the looks of its owner was
it likely to. Neither sand nor a single pretty pebble, red, white, blue,
or gray, did the pail contain.
It was something of far more worth the little maid was wanting.
"Have you seen my mother ?" she inquired, and burst into tears.
I did not know her mother or her. Farther on could be seen some
women walking on the beach. Near by a little party were gather-
ing wild-roses and trimming their hats. The flying-horses were in
motion, and some women stood looking at the sport. Others were
just taking their seats for a ride on the electric railway. To each of
these groups I called the little girl's attention, and lastly to a row of
finely dressed ladies seated in the wide veranda.
Among all these there must have been good mothers. I do not
doubt there were some who had no little girl; but in each instance
this little wanderer shook her head sadly, repeating, with tears and
sobs, I've lost my mother."
Coaxing her not to cry, I led her to the walk beyond the hotel to
look for the lost mother. We would search until we found her; there-
was no need to cry. But still she wept every step of the way, and
could not be comforted. What is a trip to the prettiest beach on
the Atlantic coast, if directly one finds her mother missing!
My little companion toiled on with her pail and spade, her tear













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stained cheeks, and lips trembling with the words sobbed forth, over
and over, I've lost my mother."
Some people now came in sight around a little hill, walking slowly
two by two. The child searched them with her eyes, presently say-
ing, eagerly, "There she is, I see my mother !" She ran to meet
her.
I noticed that the mother did not appear troubled about the child










who had gone out of her sight Peraps she was willing ner
daughter should learn that it is best for a little one to keep by her
mother's side when out walking in a strange place.
As the party passed me the little surm:ner visitor looked up and
smiled pleasantly. I hope she had a nice time after her sorrow, and
that she enjoys, as I do, the remembrance of that day's excursion.
LAVINIA S. GOODWIN.




THE MISTAKEN HEN.

THE first time the pretty white hen belonging to Mr. Farmer
raised a brood it almost broke her heart to see the little creatures
take to the brook, and go sailing off bey nd her reach. She stood
mournfully on the bank and called to thim, and promised them all
sorts of dainties, such as fat worms and big grasshoppers. They took
no no Lice of her calls whatever, they :oated about, ducked their
heads under water, and came ashore when they felt like it.
As they did this every .day, and several times daily, the mother-
hen soon became a little used to it; buit it was always a puzzle
to her. While she waited for them o. dry land she must have
wondered a great deal why they didn't drown. At last she must
have given it up. as one of those things no hen could find out.
The fact was, Mr. Farmer had sat her on ducks' eggs. After she
had raised half-a-dozen families of ducks she no longer worried about
the ways of her brood. Possibly she th ught that when she was a
chicken she had known how to swim herself, and that it was only
advancing age which cut her off from their pleasure.
But there came a day when Mr. Farmer decided to sit her upon
some of her own eggs and hatch out some chickens for Christmas.
The old hen, nothing doubting, brought off her family of nine fluffy
chickens, with the usual pride of her race. Then, not observing that
they were differently shaped from her ot er children, and that their
feet were just like her own, she strutted straight to the brook, with


























the-1 n1in little viotlims. expl-ct-
t1 101t'1 tO L1ii-A ii'Ai:wa v.
Iu ut. as t h rie t Ucd.l to do
;JL o. shet fIttliu: .. sul that, a
Ijdt w snec~rvfur their
bc 1-ilth, and thLat thev riu-t. Ihe tnauoit. to ohb-v.
jIb li-l uemi, uneL a ilcl all, initu the xwtter

1 IVIN, 1"
t w le


SMARY N. PRESCOTT

























SATURDAY AFTERNOON.

SATURDAY AND SUNDAY.


There were four little boys that lived in four little houses that
stood side by side on one of the back streets of the village.
These four little boys had good fathers and mothers; but they
themselves were the four rogues of the village.
They did not mean to be bad, but they liked to do all sorts of
wild things. They hunted bird's-nests, and they ate the neighbors'
water-melons after dark, and they knew every orchard where choice
early apples grew. On Saturday afternoons when people saw the
four boys together, they would say, "There's Tom, Dick, Harry
and Joe off together! I wonder what mischief's a-foot to-day!"
These four boys did not like to go to school on weekdays,
Tnd they played truant as often as they could. But to Sunday.
school they would not go.
One Saturday, Harry said suddenly, as they sat on the fence
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SATURDAY AND SUNDAY.


eating some of Farmer Jones' "Harvest Boughs," "Mother says
I'm going to Sunday-school to-morrow."
"Are you?" asked Tom.
"'Fraid I'll have to," said Harry.
"Tell you what," said Dick. And then Harry and Dick and Tom
and Joe whispered together and planned a great piece of mischief.
Sunday afternoon everybody was surprised to see the four
rogues of the village come into Sunday-school with clean collars and
blacked boots and brushed coats.
I dare not tell you what they meant to do. But I will tell
you what they did do. Those four great rogues sat still aid read
their Bible verses, and behaved like four gentlemen.
I suppose that there were so many boys and girls there all
behaving like ladies and gentlemen, and the words said were so
good and gentle, and that the songs sung were so sweet, that
these boys were ashamed to be naughty.
They were never so naughty again, and I think they will soon
go every Sunday.


SUNDAY AFTERNOON.












TH3E SCHOOL vtnION.

N a quiet country-place, far from any city
a /or village, stands a little red school-
a s- house.
j! I" ~ It is on the top of a hill, near a
beautiful grove. It is so completely
surrounded by woods that one can
: scarcely see it when the leaves are on
the trees. It is a lovely place in
.. -summer. An abundance of wild flow
S'o---"----. + '-L i ers grow on every side, and plenty of
S berries can be found in their season
.-''. "" The children have made seats under
i' the trees, and have two swings suse
;-nded from the long, spreading branches of an oak.
A great many birds build their nests in the tree-tops, and the
squirrels leap about among the branches, gathering nuts for their
winter food.
They have become so tame that they allow the children to come
quite near them before running away.
There is one squirrel that often comes into the school-room and
runs about on the floor. One day he came into the room, jumped
on the teacher's desk, and began to gnaw at an apple which he found
there. This pleased the children, and they watched him instead of
studying their books. So the teacher had to drive him out. He
tried to take the apple with him, but when he jumped from the desk
it slipped from him and rolled away on the floor. A moment later
he was seen just outside of the window, eating a nut. He peeped
through the glass in a saucy way, and seemed to say, I am out of
7our reach now!'








THE SCHOOL VISITORS.


The teacher said she did not wish to seem rude to her visitors, but
she did not like to have them disturb her school, or take such liber-
ties with her desk and apples.










THE SCHOOL VISITORS.

In summer, when the windows are open, the birds often fly in to
the room.
One time two of them came in together, and seemed determined
to stay, or else did not know how to get out.


The teacher had to get the scholars to help her, and they chased
the birds around the room for a long time. before they could get
thlim out. The children enjoyed the chase very much, and it gave
tlhm a nice rest from their studies.


P -:417W, -
sip,
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Two ROBINS.


ROBIN GRAY is a black-eyed boy,
Fond of goodies and every toy.

Robin Red is a black-eyed bird-
Sauciest Bob one ever heard.

Good Robin Gray says-"' If you please,"
Bonniest boy one often sees.

Bad Robin Red steals cherries all,
And don't say -" Thank you," when you ca.

Robin Gray cares for blue-eyed dolls,
Horses and carts, and bouncing balls.

Robin Red cares for babies four
Just peeping out at tree-top door.


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HOW THE HORSES KEPT DRY.


It was raining very hard and the horses did not like it. They
were standing by our door and their master was delivering pack-
ages. They walked off.
Oh," we cried out, they will go right over our flower-beds !" But
they didn't. They steered
clear of the flower-beds,
and stopped under the ."
big beech-tree in the yard.
Its leaves were so thick
the rain could not get t
through them.
"Let them stay there till
the rain is over," we said
to their master. So he took
out their nose-bags, and
gave them their dinner.
"There," I said, those .
horses think. How did
they know it was dry
under the tree if they did
not think about it?" "
I learned too that
horses can talk to each
other. They must have THE WISE HORSES EAT THEIR DINNER.
talked about it or they would not have started for the same place
at the same time. What do. you think?

































FIRST LESSONS IN WHISTLING.

OGR boy is learning to whistle;
It's always something new:
He begins first thing in the morning,
And he stops last thing at bedtime,
And he keeps it up at intervals,
The day through.
And pray who is his teacher ?
We haven't decided quite
Whether it is the thrushes,
The bobolinks in the meadow,
Or the swallows round the barn eaves,
Or Bob White.









DOW HERMY LOST FIVir DOLLARS.


What is the tune he likes best ?
Well, 't is between a call
And the shriek of the wind in the chimney,
Or a gale in the tops of the pine-trees,
For, in fact (do n't tell) it is no
Tune at all!

Go ask his little playmates,
And ask the housemaid, too,
If they like that sort of music,
They'll sigh, "Oh, dear!" "Good gracious !"
Now ask me if I like it -
Yes, I do.
MRS. CLARA DOTY BATES.














IOW HERMY LOST FIVE DOLLARS.

A TRUE STORY.

WHEN Hermy Burns was four years old his father bought a plan-
tation in Florida and went there to live. Hermy and his mother did
not go with him. They went to Grandpa Hoff's to pay a visit first;
for Mrs. Burns did not know when she would see her parents again.
Hermy was a very pretty little boy; but his hair was the prettiest
thing about him, It curled in tiny rings all over his head.









HOW HERMY LOST FIVE DOLLARS.

His grandparents became very fond of him, and sometime his
grandpa gave him a penny and let him go alone to the grocery near
by to spend it. Hermy always bought pink gum-drops.


































At last the time came for Mrs. Burns and Hermy to go to Florida.
The old grandparents felt very soy to have them lea and grand















pa said he must have a photograph of Hermy to keep.









BilOW HE1?illY LOST lIVE -DOLLARS.


So one day Mnrs.
Burns dr-ssed Her-
my up in his black-
velvet suit to take
him to the photogra-
pher's. But company
came just as she was
about to start, and
she went into the
Parlor, leaving her-
my playing A th1 the
dominos.
When she came back he was not to be
seen. She called him, but he did not
answer. She was just about to go oot in
the street to look for him, when he came
crawling out from under the bed. He
had a pair of scissors in his hand, and he
had clipped his hair in little bare spots all
over his head. His mamma almost cried
When she saw what he had done.
"You can't have your picture taken
now," she said. You look too badly."
Grandpa was very much vexed as
well as sorry.
"I would rather have given you five dollars than had you do that,
Hermy," he said.
About an hour later the cook found Hermy crying in the back
yard.
Never mind, Hermy," she said; your hair will grow out again
before long."
"I'm not crying about my hair," sobbed Hermy. "I'm crying
because I've lost five dollars. I could have bought so many gum-
drops with it."
How grandpa laughed when he heard that! He said it. almost
paid him fr.o losing Hermy's photograph.
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BY THE SEA.


LITTLE girl Bessie went down on the beach
With doll "Angelina" to play;
Oh, wasn't it fun to build houses in sand.
And watch the bright ripples so gay!
Little girl Bessie and dolly at last
Grew tired of watching the sea;
So dear little Bess made a bed in the sand,
As soft as a sand-bed could be.










BY THE SEA


Now lie down, my dolly, and rest you awhile,,
Lie down, Angelina, my dear;
You're dreadfully tired, and so you shall sleep,
And no harm will come to you here."
The doll Angelina to slumber was left,
While her little mamma was at play;
When lo! on a sudden a merry wave came,
And -washed Angelina away.

With many a tear, mamma Bessie stood near,
And for her lost darling she yearned;
When the very next wave, with a rush and a roar,
The wet Angelina returned.
"Much obliged, I am sure," little Bessie then said,
"For giving my child back to me;
But you waves are so rude, I have made up my mind
That I don't care to play by the sea."
MARY D. BRINE.








]e Qox41, (,apa.


,Tw', voices cry, "Be good, papa,
Don't \work t.-. h: la- r tU-day "
I And] I turn to see the \waving hands
Sf my little Beth and Faye.



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--


SGTwo girls of bright and sunny

(Of-f deep ud thoughtful eyes;
iAnd in their voices, touched with
loVe,
What tender magic lies!
t All day, along the crowded street,
W\oithin the busy town,
SI .eemn to hear their voices sweet;
BE GOOD, PAPA. They chase me up and down.
And their dear words of warning love
Pursue, where'er I go;
They mean far more, far more to me
Than those who speak them know.
Have I no helping hand to reach
Out to my brother's need?








Do I seek my gain by others' loss?
Am I led to some wrong deed?
Do temptations press, within, without?
Do wrong impulses urge?
Of some dishonorable act
Stand I upon the verge ?


Then comes that message soft and clear,
From the dear home miles away,
"Be good, papa, be good, papa,"
The childish voices say.
There rise before my faltering eyes
My little Beth and Faye.
I feel I dare not do the wrong;
T dare not go astray.
FRANK FOXCROFT,













THE TRAINED PIGS.


7 "What shall we do with them this evening?" asked
aunt Mary. "Them" were the children, thirteen in
number, from Marjory, aged five, up to Walter, aged
fourteen. They were spending Thanksgiving with
grandma at Kingsbridge.
"We'll all go to see the trained pigs," said uncle George.
So there they were, the whole thirteen, in a row on the
front seats of the front balcony, uncle George in the centre, and
aunt Mary and aunt Louise at either end of the row.
The man on the stage cracked his whip, and
)ut ran a little pig from one side, and jumped through
a paper hoop as lightly and
swiftly as a bird, and then
through another and another,
.intil he had jumped through
1ix hoops.
There were twelve of them.
3ne queer little piggie sat on a
stool; he wore his coat
buttoned behind. Little
Miss Mudget wore a
gown with 'a ruff, and she balanced things on her nose.
There was another that crept around on his hands and knees
like a baby. But the jolliest of all was when La Petite came
out and danced. She wore a white silk frock trimmed with rosebuds,
and she danced and skipped about on her toes in the most graceful
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MIlE TAI D P161.


manner. When the people applauded, she bowed and
smiled a sweet pig smile.
"O," said roguish Dick to his cousin Nelly, "I should
like to throw an apple on the stage. Wouldn't it be
fun! pigs like apples, you know," and he drew one of grandma's
big red baldwins from his pocket. But aunt Louise saw him, and
shook her head at him, though she could not help smiling a
little, for aunt Louise likes fun as well as her small nephew.
So Dick dropped the apple back into his pocket,
and tossed his button hole bouquet at La Petite's feet
instead. A very stout pig N. came forward and picked
up the bouquet in his mouth, then both La Pe-
tite and the stout pig bowed, and walked off the
stage in a very stately manner, amusing alike to all.
"0, it is awful funny!" said Nelly, giggling outright The
French have a name for the pig, which means dres 3d-in-silk,"
a very good name for these dainty pigs, who are washed and
brushed and combed every day, so that their bristles look like silk.
"They are just the pinkest and sweetest of darlings," said little
Louise.
After he had led La Petite off the stage, the stout pig came
back with a pair of dumb bells in his mouth.
He wore a watch, and strutted about the stage,
and felt very grand indeed.
"What do you think would have happened,
aunt Louise, if Dick had thrown that apple
on the stage?" asked Nelly, after they had
gone home.
"I don't dare to think," said aunt Louise. "Very likely there
would have been a fine scramble."








INSECTS' WINGS.


THERE iS nothing
i .' more delicate than the
wings of insects. They
S ,:.., rare like gauze, but they
S-.', have a framework that
,r~~ makes them quite firm,
S ;' F -just as the leaves on the
---.' -- trees arefirm from the lit-
I tle ribs that are in them.
/ These wings are all
covered with hair. You
S-- cT '; would see it under tile
-" ..--- iiagnifying glass, but
not without.
,. \ In some small gnats
\ the hairs spring from
[each side of the veins,
S .-, ... like butterflies' feathers,
,or like blossoms on the
twigs in springtime.
.. 'Even the wing of a
:- ..... ^- r common fly is very
'< .l. \ beautiful. Did youever
S, ', r notice that if you take
S' a butterfly by the wings,
r ::- a colored dust is all over
your fingers ? Then the
.' wings arelefttransparent
where they have been
; 't t touched. If you should
k1V1 Yii put some of this dust on
NO. a slip of glass and ex-
,. -.- .amine it, you would find
0.. .t ,'.- that each particle is a
-'- ....'. "_ little scale of regular
form and sometimes most beautifully shaped. But the insect flies
just as well without the dust.







THE FIRST BIRTHDAY,


Besides his regular wings, the fly has others for sails. They are
all lifted by a great number of little tough muscles in his sides.
Thus he moves in the air and darts away. Before he goes he
"plumes" his wings, just like a bird. MRS. G. HALL.








THE FIRST BIRTHDAY.

ONE little year with its changeful hours,
Blossoming meadows and wintry showers,
Shadow and sun.
Shadow and sun, and rain and snow;
Morning splendor and evening glow;
The flying minutes, how fast they go !-
And the little year is done.

What has it brought to the baby, pray, -
The princess who holds our hearts in sway?
A queenlier air,
A merrier laugh for lips and eyes,
A deeper frown of grave surprise,
A hundred ways that prove her wise,
And sweet as she is fair.

Kiss her once for the year that is done,
And once for the year that is just begun,
And softly sing, -
"The years that are coming so fast so fast -
Each brighter and happier be than the last;
And every hour that goes hurrying past,
New gifts to our baby bring!"
MARGARET JOHNSON.












FOUR LITTLE MICE.


Four little mice lived all alone
Where cats had been so long unknown;
They ate- and slept without a fear
That any danger could be near.
One sunny day with brush and broom
They cleaned their pantry, swept their room,
Then made themselves as neat and fine
As if invited out to dine.



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And then not knowing what to do,
They looked their cedar closet through
And found their gray coats growing thin:
So sat them down some yarn to spin.
Soon through a chink to their surprise,
A cat looked in with hungry eyes -
"Shall I come in and cut your thread ?"
" Oh, thank you, no !" they trembling said.











MR. FROG'S SPEECH.


My dear Fish, do you see
What a coat I have on?.
Have you seen one like it
Since the day you were born?


-~ -- ---- -
H .-*


Now, such bright, glossy green
Can't be bought at the store.
From far away England
You can get plenty more.













This white satin lining
Came from France- always gay;
I don't wear home-made stuff,
Not for one single day.

Yes, old gold is the style,
And 'twill do for a fish;
I suit my complexion,
And I buy what I wish.

Now, good-day, Mrs. Fish.
Pray return my call soon.
My evenings are claimed. Come
Any day about noon.








"GO HALVES!"


LITTLE Fred Mason's father took him to an exhibition of wild
animals.
After they had looked at the elephants, lions, tigers and bears,
they went to see the monkeys. On the way, Mr. Mason bought two
large oranges and gave them to Fred.
There were six cages of small animals. One of them was for the
"happy family." Fred thought the creatures in it must be called
the "happy family" because the dogs, cats and monkeys were all
the time teasing and plaguing one another. One monkey had a rat
in his lap. He tended it as a mother does her baby. The monkey
was happy, but Mr. Mason did not think the rat liked it very well.
Fred put one orange in his side pocket. He could not wait until
he got home to eat the other. As he walked along among the cages
he seemed to care more for the fruit than for the animals. He
sucked the orange with all his might till he came to a cage with
three monkeys in it.
One of them looked very sober and solemn. One opened his
mouth and seemed to be laughing. All of them looked at Fred ana
held out their hands.
They could not talk; if they could they would have said, "Go
halves!"
The orange was nice and sweet; Fred did not wish to "go halves."
He turned away, for he did not like to be asked for that which he
was not willing to give. The monkeys put their hands out for some
of the oranges, but Fred looked the other way.
Fred should have looked at the monkeys, for the one nearest to
him put out his long arm and snatched the orange from his hand.
Fred tried to get it again. While he was doing so, the solemn mon-
key reached down and took the orange from his pocket. Fred did
not think how near he was to the cage.
Fred began to cry. The laughing monkey had no orange. He
was afraid of the solemn monkey, but he chased the one that had
stolen the orange Fred was eating all over the cage. He got it at
last.
Fred's father bought two more oranges for him, and he did not
go near the cages again.
MARY BLOOM.










LITTLE MISS JOSIE.


LITTLE Josie is a very sweet child, with dark eyes and soft light
hair. She has a large dolly, and when she comes down in the morn-
ing with Miss Dolly in her arms, everybody is glad to see them both.
She talks a great deal, and sometimes we cannot make out all she
says, but we like to look at her and hear her sweet words.


One morning she went to breakfast in the big hotel all alone, and
had a round table and a big waiter for herself. Jim was very good
to the little lady, and proud to wait on her; but Josie wanted as
many things as two or three grown people would have wished. She
held out her hands for so many things that Jim did not know what
to do. Mamma came in and would not allow her little girl tc -all
for anything more for fear she should make herself sick.































































PAULINE'S STRANGE PETS.
























PAULINE'S STRANGE PETS.
PAT nIN had no little brothers or sisters, and no little playmates.
Her father's home was away out in the country, far away from any
neighbors. Being so much alone, Pauline. thought of all sorts
of queer ways to amuse herself. One day she invited her papa and











Smamma to go down to see her Nursery," as she called it. It was
a little, square piece of ground, enclosed by a neat low fence, made
of narrow slats, placed close together. All kinds of flowers were
planted around it. Besides, there were some little, flat buildings all
along one side.
What do you think they saw there? Toads of all sorts and
sizes, from the wee baby toads to the great big grandfathers. Then
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PAULINE'S STRANGE PETS.


such a strange array of garments!- for they were all dressed.
Pauline had made for her pets all kinds of clothes. There they were,
hopping around, some in bright calico dresses, and some in the
funniest red flannel pants and coats you ever saw.


Day after day Pauline went to her "Nursery to feed aud -play
with her strange little pets. But one morning she ran down as
usual, after breakfast, to find all-of the toad family had disappeared.
The fence that enclosed her "Nursery" was completely broken
down. Not a single toad was left of the funny creatures who had
rived there.
Pauline felt very sorry to lose them. She told her mamma
she was sure they would all die of shame when they found other
koads did not wear any clothes at all.
H. C. LARNED.








THE LITTLE CHIMNEY-SWEEPS.


ONE rainy day Tommie was standing by the window watching
The great drops roll down the window-panes. He did n't like rainy
days.
All at once he heard a great noise in the fireplace. Such a chat-
tering The screen was taken down, and there were four poor little
swallows cling-
: ing to the sides
of the chimney.
Tommie called
them "chim-
ne y-swe ep s,"
and tried to
catch one. It


clung so fast to the chimney sides that he could scarcely pull it off.
There was no nest to be seen. Tommie and his mamma thought
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THE LITTLE CHIMNEY-SWEEPS.


Tommie wondered what he could do with them. They could not
go up the chimney, and the old birds would never come down. If
he put them in the yard the cat would catch them.
Then Tommie told his mamma that he could carry them to the

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the lhouse-top, _and get Uis papa
to put them ill the chimney.
He gruta little basket, caught
the poor little Zbirds, and put
them iii it. His mamma tied a
handkerchief over the to.p of
the basket to Nkeep the birds in.
By noon the sun was out, and
Tommie's ppa came l--home to
dinner. They went to the ob_
ervatory, Tommie caring the basket of chianey-sweeps."
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THE LITTLE HIMN-E -S WEEPS.

The little boy held the basket while his papa put the birds in the
chimney-top, one at a time. They clung to the bricks and began to
cry again.
Tommie was held up to see the little birds, and then they went
down stairs, so that the old birds might take care of their little ones
and not be frightened.
After Tommie had gone, the mamma and papa birds came up
and bsowed the little ones how to get to their nest again.
AUNT NELI































THE HURDLE RACE.


EDDY and John had some pretty rabbits for pets. They were so
kind to the rabbits that they became very tame, and learned some
funny tricks.
By and by Eddy and John asked their friends to come and see a
hurdle race run by their rabbits. The race-course was a ditch which
the boys had made, leading from the rabbit hutch quite a sweep
around, and back.
Across the ditch, at short spaces, some little sticks were placed
When all were ready to see the race, Eddy raised the door of the
hutch, and whistled. Out came the rabbits, hopping along as fast
as they could go. They jumped over each stick as they came to it;
this made it a hurdle race, you see.
Round the course they went, and back into their house again.
How the friends did laugh and clap their hands! It was a funny
sight. You may be sure th3 boys were asked to show off their
rabbit-race very. oftem.
MRS, D. P. SANFOR( *X


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WHO WILL WINK FIRST?


UPON the wide arms of grandpapa's chair
Little Sir Trotty and Polly the fair,
Like two little rabbits, sit perched on each side,
And stare at each other with eyes open wide.
Don't whisper, don't laugh, don't disturb them, I pray;
For "Who will wink first?" is the game that they play.

Little pug noses, tip near touching tip,
A frown on the brow, no smile on the lip;
They're as sober as owls, which they surely should be,
For this is a trial of great skill, don't you see;
And grandpa is judge, and he will tell true
Which one will wink first,- the brown eyes or the blue.






































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HAkVBST MICE AND THEIR NEbT.













A WONDERFUL NEST.


Turn the leaf and you will see it. Did you think a mouse
could make such a nest as that? Don't you think she must have
taken lessons of the birds ?
Yes, the tiny harvest mouse made that nest with her teeth and
paws. She wove those grasses in and out. She made it for a
cradle for her babies. How snug they were in it! They just filled
it. Whenever the mother went away she shut it up so tightly
you could not have found a door into it.
Now her nurslings are big enough to come out. See them
run up on the slender grasses. The harvest mice can climb very
fast. They cling with their tails like monkeys. They can dive in
the water and swim.
They are tiny creatures the smallest of mice. They
live in England and in Europe. Do the farmers like them
Oh, no! They eat the grain, you know. They hide in the
sheaves in the field. Then they are carried to the barns and
ricks.
There they live all winter and have a good time eating the
grain. They sleep a good deal in the winter.
This little creature is very pretty. I think all mice are pretty.
The harvest mouse is brown and its breast and feet are white.
Its eyes are bright as black diamonds.
Sometimes the harvest mouse hangs her nest on a thistle. Some-
times she hangs it on a stout rush. It swings in the breeze like
a hammock. It is about as big as a goose's egg.

































THE LITTLE PEDLERS.


WE 'R. playing we are pedlers,
And we 're going up and down,
Just as they do to sell their goods
To people in the town.


We each one have a basket,
To carry on our backs;
vWe've filled them full of every-
thing,
And play they are our packs.


Now won't you buy an elephant,
t 's not so very big ?
Perhaps you'd like a curly dog,
Or our funny china pig.


Then we have some ribbons,
Some apples, and some cake;
We'll be delighted to supply
Whatever choice you make.











LIZZIE THE ELEPHANT.


WOMBUELL'S collection of wild beasts was once the most famous
in Europe. Among the animals was a beautiful female elephant
named Lizzie. While visiting a town in England, Lizzie was taken
very ill with an attack of colic. A doctor in the place brought some
medicine which saved Lizzie's life.
Some days afterwards the animals were marching through the


street. Lizzie caught sight of the doctor standing in his shop, and
stopped at the door. The doctor came out to see what was the
matter, when Lizzie thrust her trunk gently towards the doctor's hand.
The doctor took hold of the trunk and patted it in a friendly
way, to Lizzie's great delight. After a little of this caressing Lizzie
marched forward again with evident pleasure.
All animals are grateful for kindness, and none more so than
elephants,
T. CRAMPTONo..


















COME IN OUT OF THE RAIN..


IyT rollies."


Y DOLLIES are just six in number,
I will tell you about them all,
For I want you to feel well acquainted
If ever you happen to call.

Let me see, I'll begin with the oldest:
Her name is plain Dorothy Sue,
Her complexion is not of the fairest,
And she's not very handsome, 'tis true.

She's a comfort to me, I can tell you,
She watches the rest while they play;
Why, sometimes I leave my whole family,
With Sue for their mother, all day.

The next is my dear, charming Bessie,
With eyes a most beautiful blue,
With a mouth that's so tiny and pretty
She always seems smiling at you.







My third doll is Ethelwyn Stoddard,
She's named for Aunt Winnie, you see,
For, when auntie came home from Paris,
She brought the dear dolly to me.

Her eyes are as dark as Aunt Winnie's,
Her hair is a rich, glossy brown,
Her cheeks are as pink as the roses-
She's the handsomest doll in our town.

Little Lu is my fair German dolly;
She traveled here 'way from the Rhine-
She talks to the others in German, I think,
But I guess she'll learn English, in time.

My other two dollies-the darlings-
Are babies, like dear little May,
And when the nurse takes mamma's baby
Out-doors for a ride, ev'ry day,

I put Pearl and Flo in their carriage,
And we have the most beautiful fun;
Sometimes, when old Carlo goes with us,
I really feel tempted to run.

But then I. remember my babie-c
And try to stop wanting to go,
Till Pearlie and Flossie are sleeping,
For it wouldn't be proper, you know.
ANNIE H. STREATER.


ON STH.TS.




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