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Title: Buds and blossoms
Physical Description: 1 v. (unpaged) : ill. (some col.) ; 27 cm.
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Place of Publication: New York
Publication Date: [1898?]
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HOW THE BUFFALO CAME TO TOWN.


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looked funny, because one
was dressed like an Indian,
and two as gypsies. They
had a. monkey and a buf-
fa.lo with t.hem.
The buffalo broke the rope
with which he was tied to
a tree, and walked down the
street.. His big feet made
such a clatter on the side-
walk that people ran to the
windows to see who was
coming. Little Clara looked out and saw that their front gate was
opened, and that Mr. Buffalo would soon walk in and spoil the
'flowers. .She ran out, and putting her little hands in the pockets
of iher white -apron, fluttered it up and down,, and .said Shoo'
sloo !;' just as if it was a moolly cow..
When Clara came near him- the buffalo looked so large she saw
for the first time what it was, and ran into the house. She told her


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Smamma he was as large as two cows.
Clara's mamma said that the buffaloes
/ come from prairies, where hunters and
wild Indians chase and kill them. The
I Indians make tents and clothing from
Sthe skin. She said that there is another
kind of buffalo, called the yak, which has
a long, bushy tail. Men take the tails and
S/ 7 put ivory handles to them, and use them to
/~ / keep off mosquitoes.
\\ Clara saw Mr. Buffalo walk around the back-yard.
As there was no gate, he bent down the wire fence,
i and stepped over it. He tossed his big head at Clara
as she stood on. the porch, and then stamped on the
flower-bed to show her what a large footprint he could
make. Then the three men came to find the runaway. As
he did not want to go with them, he ran down the street. The
men soon caught him, and tied him again to the tree.
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THE POP-CORN MAN.


Two little girls, 'twas plain to see,
Were full of fun as they could be;
Said Kate, "Let's make a pop-corn man;
I saw one once; I know we can."

They worked with most persistent will;
It took much patience, tact, and skill;
They worked until the clock struck one;
Then stood him up; the man was done.

They then fell to with might and main,
And ate him up, yes, every grain.
Dear mamma smiled, "Too bad! I see
You're little cannibals," said she.













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THE FAITHFUL POSTMAN.


e cannibals What can she mean?"
[aude. "They're something we've.not seen."
Syou know why ? I know," said Fan;
.se we ate the pop-corn man."
MRS. J. S. LOWE.


ONE day last autumn, when chilly days first came on, Baby
Winfred wakened with a hoarse cry. The young mother's heart was
filled with fear. The dreaded croup had come, and she was alone;
there was no one to send for the doctor.
Just then sober old Sally, the tortoise-shell cat, came slowly up the
garden-path from the barn. The mother remembered that Sally had
been trained to carry notes to the store, grandpa's store at the foot
of the lane, she had never been known to fail in carrying them
safely.
Calling old puss, she hastily wrote, "Send the doctor at once;
baby has croup." She tied it about the soft, plump neck, and said,
"Run, Sally, as fast as ever you can Run on the fence; hurry and
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the barks of im-
pertinent dogs or -
friendly calls of
her relations, and
the doctor was in
the house in ten
minutes.
"I was on the
street," he said,
"at the store .
door, when old
Sally came running on the fence as
fast as her four feet could carry her.
I feared there was trouble, and
waited till she could reach us. I think Sally has never forgotten
how I took fish-bones out of her throat with pincers. She always
seems so glad to see me."
The very next day Sally had a new collar; on it was engraved,-
From baby to his faithful postman."
F. P. CHAPLIN.













DUKE.

DUKE is
a early large

Good as he
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never teases
other dogs,
and seldom
barks, ex-
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night, when
he thinks he
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no business
to be about. Every morning he goes down to the news-stand in the
village and brings up the paper in his big mouth. He never pays
any attention
to other dogs .
on the way, no
matter how .
much they
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at him, but
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was playing on the street, when a coach-dog began teasing and biting
him. Just then Duke came up. His big heart swelled with anger
on seeing the coach-
dog abusing, one so ,
much smaller, and
dropping the paper: i
he rushed at the I
coach-dog, who fled
in terror.
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very grateful to
Duke for coming
to his aid, and ran
round and round
him, barking, to -
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A SURPRISE FOR MAMMA.


fence, the poodle seemed to tell Duke to wait a minute. Going
under, he soon returned with a bone which lie held up to Duke
as a reward for his kindness to him. We don't know what Duke
thought about this, as we do not understand dog-talk ; but we do
know that Duke always does what he thinks is right, whether he
gets a bone for it or not.
JESSIE RODMAN.


A SURPRISE FOR MAMMA.


" MAMMA," said Ruth, we are going to surprise you'."
Mamma didn't pay much attention, because she was busy putting











A S URPRISE FOR MAMMA.


away the bread, and only said, Run upstairs, dear, and play until I
come to put you to bed."
So up the stairs climbed Ruth and Allen with a great deal of
laughing and whispering.


Pretty soon mamma got through with her work; and as she went
upstairs she said to herself, Oh, dear, I am so tired I wish those
children didn't have to be undressed and put to bed; but it seems so
quiet up here that I am afraid they are in mischief.'
But only think when mamma opened the nursery door, she saw
two little heaps of clothes on the floor, and four laughing blue eyes
on the pillows. Two little heads bobbed up from the bed, and Allen
said, Mamma, aren't you glad we surprised you ?"
Mamma thinks she would like to go to that kind of surprise
parties every day.
_A AUNTY ROBIN.













THE MINISTER'S CAT.

IT'S a pretty big story, but it's true, and the minister will tell you
S so. It is about Deborah, the minister's cat. She was a fine large
tabby, with three white stockings, two green eyes, and a wise old
head.
Once upon a time, Deborah had six little blind kittens, and they
and their mother lay fast asleep in a round basket behind the stove
in the minister's study.
Deborah was sleeping so hard that when Mr. Neal, the milkman,
came into the room she only pricked up her left ear and then went
on snoring. She did not know that Mr. Neal had come to borrow
her to kill off the rats in his house. Indeed, she did not know that
he had any house, or any rats, either. He lived a mile away across
the plain, and she caught her rats nearer home.
But Mr. Neal knew all about Deborah. He had not for years sold
milk at the parsonage without hearing what a famous mouser she
was; and lie said now to the minister: -
" Good-evening, Mr. Fenn. I've called this stormy night to ask,
if you'll be kind enough to lend us your cat."
"Certainly," answered the minister, laying aside his pen; only
you'll have to take her family too."
I" Of course," said Mr. Neal; "and I'm glad that she has the
kittens; they will keep her happy."
Mr. Neal had brought a great, strong bag, and by the help of the
minister he put Deborah into it, -basket, kittens, and all. She tried
her best to get out, but Mr. Neal tied up the bag and held it firmly
while he walked to his wagon. There lie dropped the bag into a
box that stood under the seat, and fastened down the cover. Then
lie drove away.
SPoor Deborah can't see where she is going any more than her
blind kittens can," thought the minister, with a little smile as lhe
turned from the window. "I hope she won't be homesick, for I'm
sure she could never find her way home. Why, why, the ground
is really getting white with snow!"










TIE MINISTER'S CAT.


Presently he sat down again to his sermon, and he wrote, and he
wrote, till everybody else in the house was asleep. All at once he was


startled by a sound from the porch. It was the mewing of a cat.
He threw open the door, and in ran Deborah, carrying in her
mouth a kitten.
Dear me, Deborah, can this be you ? he cried, in great surprise.
She dropped the kitten on the rug at his feet and ran out before











THE CANDLE FISH.


he could close the door. He put the little wet, cold kitty on a warm L
cushion, and went to bed; but he was wakened from his first nap
by another mewing upon the porch. Deborah had come with her
second kitten. An hour or two later she came with the third, and
by the next noon she had taken them all home, -all six of them.
Soon Mr. Neal followed, bringing the empty basket.
"I thought I must return it quickly or Deborah would come for it,"
said he, laughing. "You may tell her that I've bought a rat-trap, and
I'll never disturb her again. A puss that'll travel eleven miles in
the snow for the sake of getting her family back to it's old corner,
deserves to live in peace."
Now, isn't this a pretty big story? I shouldn't have dared to
repeat it if the minister hadn't told it to me himself. SRL.
PENN SHIRLEY. ,


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Or course, whenever it is night, people must have some sort of
a light to see by. Among us, lamps, gas, and ;o on, are used. But
what do you suppose people do where there is nothing of this kind ?
Why, in some places they use one thing; in others, another. In =
Alaska, and other far-away lands to the north, all they have to do is 6.,










THE CANDLE FISH.


to set a candle fish on fire, and they have a good, clear light which
will last more than an hour.
The candle fish is about ten inches long, and somewhat the shape
of our slender smelt. It is very fat, and just the thing to make a
lamp of. The natives fasten it in a rude kind of candlestick made of
strips of white-oak and set it on fire. They light it at the head, and
it burns steadily away, down to the very tail.
Of all the queer ways of making a light to read or sew by, I think
this is the queerest. Nature seems to provide almost everything
needed by the people in the place where they live. The candle fish
is so oily that it cannot be preserved even in alcohol. The nights at
the far north are very long, and if it were not for this fish the people
would be most of their time in entire darkness.






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PUSSY'S CHRISTMAS PRESENT.

LITTLE Tom was delighted when ihe came downstairs on 'Christ-
mas morning and saw the pile of presents on the chair under the
stocking which hung from the mantle in the sitting-room.
The stocking was full, too, and it took Tom some time to empty


t "Everybody in th
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lie showed Pussy
interest in them. B
a ride, she jumped o
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did not give me a pr
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e house has given me a present, Pussy," he said
up on the rug before the fire.
all his things, and she seemed to take a great
ut when Tom put her in his new cart to give her
ut and ran away.
d Tom ; "she is the only one in the house who
esent."
when Tom was playing with his building-blocks,
room with a little white kitten in her mouth.
)unld until she saw the cart. In it was a soft
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A STOLEN GLIMPSE OF ST. NICHOLAS.

sealskin cap which Tom's Aunt Sarah had given him. Pussy walked
slowly across the room and dropped the kitten in the cap.
How Tom shouted He thought Pussy the most wonderful cat
in the world.
She has brought me a Christmas present," he said. Just see,
mamma, what a pretty present."
Mamma smiled, but said nothing, for she knew Pussy and her kit-
ten had been driven from the cellar, and that Pussy had thought the
cap a warm nest for her little white treasure.
But Tom always said the kitten was Pussy's Christmas present to
him, and he gave it the best of care until it grew big enough to take
care of itself.
FLORENCE B. HALLOWELL.

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A CHRISTMAS PONY.


UNCLE'S house was partly burned many years ago. Dandy went
through the fire and water and came out scorched and scarred. He
was put away in the garret, for his beauty was gone, and he could
no longer be called a dapper little pony." For twenty years he
had stood in the darkest corner of the garret, though he would have
mn.de an excellent scarecrow in cherry time.
Christmas was near, and a little boy had sent a letter up the
chimney to Santa Claus, asking for a "rocker horsey."
His mamma thought it would be nice for Charlie to have the very
same horse which she rode when a little girl, so she- had Dandy
brought down and concealed for a few weeks in the cellar.
The first thing she did was to strip off his hide, which remained
only in patches, and put on a coat of brown paint.
Poor Dandy had but one perfect eye, and yo glass ones could be









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found, so she filled the sockets with putty and made some painteci /, -"
eyes. Then she cut a pair of ears out of brown leather, and fastened
them on, and Dandy began to look like himself.
But he had neither mane nor tail, and it was not an easy matter
,*A i to furnish these; yet after many attempts little "Try Again" gave
a helping hand, and as Charlie said, a real live tail" was found,
and divided in such a way as to make a forelock, a beautiful mane,
and a flowing tail.

















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She made a saddle of bright new leather, with red and black
Trimmings and brass nails.
New stirrups which shone like silver, and a yellow bridle, made
IA lhim look as gay as a peacock, and nobody would ever have guessed -j7
.;- that he was Dandy of the garret. -:
S- Charlie did not remember that he had seen him before, and
thought Santa Claus a "jolly good fellow to bring him just what '.
he wisl ed fI':. y/^ tUNT MARY.
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V MOTHER HUBBALD'S CHRISTMAS CUPBOARD.

OLD Mother Hubbard
Went to her cupboard
For citron, and raisins,
and spice,-
And, when she got there,
She said, I declare!
Christmas will come in a
trice.

"Back to their old home
The children will come, -
Dear little grandchildren
too, -
Sammie and Sadie
And the new baby,-
Sweetest one ever you
knew!
/A C,
"Now bright thi fire
burns,
And brown, to a turn,
Pies, puddings, cakes large
and small.
Christmas is near, -
Blessed and dear,--
Christmas the best time
Sof all !"

The old-fashioned clock
Said, "Tock I tick tock! "
And held up its hands in delight
) When old Mother Hubbard
(C Shut up her cupboard
SWith satisfied smile that night.
H. D. CASTLE.



























NICHOLAS, good saint, jolly Saint
Nicholas,
Not to remember you, dear, were
ridiculous;
You who have busily labored to
tickle us.


Santa Claus, tenderly nicknamed Santa Claus,
'Tis in your honor, we name, for no scanty cause,
Jollities papa and mamma and aunty cause!

Hurrying, glad to your green tree hurrying,
Just like a lot full of lambkins scurrying;
Jolly old saint, we can run without worrying.

Merrily tripping it, oh, how merrily!
Round and around we'll dance, and verily
Pity it were to lag or go wearily.

Jollity, genuine twitting jollity,
Flourishes best about cedar and holly tree,
Both bearing fruit of the very same quality.











CHRISTMAIS FROLICKING,

Rollicking, every one noisily
rollicking,
Little ones, big ones, all go
frolicking;
Where's the "lord of misrule"
for our jolly king?

Pattering, little feet daint-
ily pattering,
Big feet following, ram-
bling, scattering,
'This is the figure we dance /
in our latter ring. ./ /







Round again!
revellers, just
one round
again,
Trip, skip, lim-
ber toes, stiff
toes, bound
again!
At your next
'holly tree we
/ will be found
again.


GEO. S. BURLEIGH.





























DUKE'S PLAYTHING.


A TRUE STORY.

S HO do you suppose Duke is?
s:' Some nobleman, who has a crest showing
S .that he comes of a proud old race of men ?
Oh, no. Duke is a noble, great dog, and not
a man at all. But what do you think Duke
Shas for a plaything? It is not a rubber ball,
nor a stick, nor anything of the kind.
it is a doll. Duke's mistress says she has to give him a doll to
play with, just the same as she does her little girl. When Duke
feels like playing he will go to find the doll where he left it after his
last frolic; then he will shake it as if he meant to shake all the
breath out of poor dolly's body. Then he will chew her as if he
meant to eat her up. Next he will catch her up in his mouth and
run away with her.
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DUKE'S PLAYTIIING.


Dolly in some sly place, where lie can get her the next time he wants
to play.
I must tell you something else that is funny about Duke. lie
never makes it a habit to follow his master or mistress when they go
away from the house except on Sunday. When the family starts
for church, Duke always goes too. He trots merrily along until he


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reaches a certain corner; then he stops, turns around, and trots home
again. Do you not think him a very wise dog ?
When Duke sees his master take down his gun, he goes nearly
wild. He is in part what is called a setter," a dog that is very fond
of hunting.
One day, when his master was going out gunning, he shut Duke
up in a room to see what he would do; then he shot off some powder
from his gun.










THIS IS MY D LLY.

There was a screen in the window covered with cloth in the room -
where Duke was, and when lie heard the gun go off and saw the
door was shut, he gave one great bound, burst through the screen,
and was at his master's side in a moment.
I do not think Duke was to blame for bounding through the
screen, do you ? His master will not shut him up in a room again,
and then fire off a gun to see what he will do. He has found out.
It would have been very cruel to have made Duke stay at home
because he spoiled the screen. His master loved him too well for
that. Duke went hunting, and a fine time he had, too.
Is it not strange that a dog should know so much ? How kind
every one ought to be to the animals who are so gentle and kind
themselves.
MRS. HARRIET A. CHEEVER.





THIS IS MY DOLLY.

I DON'T think my dolly is a
single bit of fun,
She lies so flat and stupid,
anu can't talk or laugh
or run.
So kitty'll be my baby, for
she can walk and play,
And beg when she is- hungry,
--.' jand cry to get away. 1

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THE SONG OF THE ANGEL HOST.

IN the days of old,
When the Vikings bold
Came over the stormy sea,
Grim towers arose
To face these foes
On the shores of he North Country.

Where the sea-gulls fly,
And the wild birds cry,
We built us castles of stone;
And a chieftain's wife,
And her children five,
Were dwelling in one alone.

Every morn and night
They watched for a sight
Of a gallant ship breasting the main;
But the sun sank and rose,
And, except of their foes,
They ne'er saw a war-ship again.










THE SONG OF THE


But at last, one fair night,
When the pale moon shone bright,
A strange ship came gliding by.
She was built of bright gold,
Most rare to behold,
And her masts were of pure ivory.

While her sails, who can tell
How they all rose and fell
In the silvery glow o'er the sea!
For the sails were the wings
Of an angel host, come
From the Blessed Country.

And they sang, as they sailed,
A hymn so sweet
That it filled all the listening night:
The one whom you love
We are wafting above
To the Heavenly Realms of Light."
MRS. A. M. GOODHART


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WONDERLAND.


ABOVE in the tree sings a robin,
I lie here on the ground;!
I wonder how he learned that song,
,And where his wings he found.


What is it makes the stars so bright?
What makes the sky so blue ?
Do the angels, I wonder, up in their homes,
See me as they look through?









WONDERLAND.


il And the brilliant rainbow colors,
Alter the shower is o'er,
Puzzle my brain with a wonder,
'"rMaking me wish to see more.






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SNE day Dot laid a bouncing egg. Dot
was a gray hen. She was so pleased
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her joy all over the
garden.
S- The wise old mouse came to
find out why Dot was singing.
S- He looked at the egg and
..-_1. squeaked, "Is that all? It is only a
goose-egg.
S" It cannot be," cackled Dot; "for I
laid it myself."
"I guess I know," the mouse piped back. "If you open that
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pecked a hole in the shell. -
There was no goose in it at all.
I told you so," Dot peeped.
"You broke it too soon," whistled the mouse. "I know it was a
goose-egg. Let us see if we can taste the goose."
The wise mouse and the foolish hen ate up the egg.




















4 1 will wait a while," she cackled, and see if the goose is truly
there."
After a short time she broke the egg open. There was no goose in
it, and not even a chicken.





Just then Aunt Patty caine along. She saw what had happened.
What a goose that hen is," she cried.
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The wise mouse was hiding under a cabbage near by. Didn't I
say it was a Dou ei- g"/ chirped he.

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mouse ate the broken egg all by himself.
Since that day stupid hens sometimes break their own eggs. Per-
haps they are looking for the goose.
UNCLE FELIX.



THE FRIGHTENED COW.
THE gentle brown bossy
Loves well on the mossy
Green hillsides to rest and to feed;
Or under warm shelter
To have sweet hay dealt her
When the snow lieth deep on the mead.






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But a wonderful saw-mill
Built wise Mr. Dawhill,
Not far from our bossy's nice barn;
And a screeching steam whistle,
As sharp as a thistle,
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Upon the first morning
The whistle gave warning
Our bossy was terribly scared
Her nerves seemed quite shattered,
Her very teeth chattered,
When we went to see how she had fared.

And all of our soothing,
And patting and smoothing,


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Would not calm the bossy so brown;
She jumped and she shivered,
She mooed and she quivered,
And none of her milk would come down.

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And naught could be fed her,
So kindly we led her
A mile from the terrible scene;
But two days it took her,
So sorely it shook her,
To grow again cool and serene.


But little by little,
A jot and a tittle,
We moved her each day near to it,
Till now when the whistle
Shrieks, sharp as a thistle,
Our bossy don't mind it a bit.
KATE UPSON CLARK.






















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WALTER was only two years old, and yet he could run all around
the house and up and down stairs. His mamma boarded in a large
hotel in Wisconsin. Walter had a very dear friend who went about
with him. He took care of him, just as if he knew that Walter had
no papa.
His name was Bruce. He was a great Newfoundland dog. iHe
S knew a good deal more than most dogs, and more than some people,
you may think.
At night Bruce stayed in the room with the hostler, who, I am
sorry to say, sometimes got drunk. One night the hotel got on fire,
and this miserable hostler was drunk. Bruce tried to arouse him by
barking at him. When this failed, he took him by the arm and
jerked him out of bed. The man staggered to the door and opened
it, but fell'down in the hall. He would have perished in the smoke
and fire if the dog had not helped him outdoors.
Bruce rushed upstairs. He pawed on the doors of the rooms and
barked until all the strangers were out of the house.











THE HUMANE DOG.


Walter's mother came out into the hall. She was
and so blinded and choked with the smoke, that
dropped her baby. He was so nearly suffocated that
cry. She staggered out into the fresh air.
Bruce knew that she should have brought out his
He darted into the dark smoke, and
'found the little boy. Taking him by
his dress, he proudly carried him from
the ruins. Walter revived.
Walter's mamma did not see him
brought out. As soon as she rccov-
ered her strength she was frantic,
and started itto the lih u-e ." -- I


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again. Some men caught her and held her. She screamed and
made such a fuss that Bruce must have thought that there was
another child to save. He again rushed upstairs into the house and
never returned.
When Walter's mamma heard that he was saved, how she clasped
him in her arms, and exclaimed, Bruce has saved my baby; but'
where is he ?" Do you think that either of them will ever forget
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THE HOOK AND LADDER.


THE frosts in the door-yard maple

Had lighted a fine red blaze,

And one of the golden twilights-.

That come September days;

Thv neighborhood lads had gathered

To play their nsual plays.


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THE HOOK AND LADDER.


S Frankie was good at planning,
And seeing the glowing tree,
"Let's have a fire department
And play 'tis a house! said he.
I Oh, yes, a hook and ladder,"
Cried all; what fun 'twill be "


So they put the hose on the hydrant,
Searched everywhere about
Until they found a ladder, !
And then, with yell and shout
Of fire and clang of ding-dong,"
They rushed to put it out.


The hosemen pulled their jackets
Hastily from their backs;
One climbed the tree like a squirrel,
With a ball-bat for an axe,
And he hewed at the beautiful branches
With frantic hacks and whacks.


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THIE HOOK AND LADDER.


Some one turned on the water,
And the boy in the foremost place
Got the full force from the nozzle
Square in his little face;
And lie cried for half a minute
.With the funniest grimace.


















The stream flew this way, that way,
And up to the tree's bright top,
And back came the water splashing
With reckless slosh and slop,
And with it showers of red leaves
And twigs began to drop.

This small boys' Hook and Ladder
Was a very good company,
And they squirted till the sidewalk
Was like a mimic sea;
But they didn't put out the fire
In the old red maple-tree.
MRS. CLARA DOTY BATES.





























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LITTLE JOE'S RIDE.

S" GoOD Billy nice Billy said little Joe, as he patted the nose of
the old black horse. Say, Uncle John, can't I ride him to water ? "
"I am afraid you cannot hang on to him," replied his uncle.
"Did you ever ride a horse?"
"No, uncle ; but I am sure I can," answered Joe. "Please let me
try. I'll take hold of his mane with both hands, and hang on as
hard as ever I can."
Well, you may try it. There is the trough, against that fence,
the other side of the barn. Look out that old Billy does not give
you a ducking."
S"Never fear for me," cried Joe, riding away in great glee.
A l He was a little city boy, and had come out to the farm to make his
S" uncle a visit. He thought it great fun to take a ride on horseback.
It did not take him long to find the trough, for old Billy knew the
way right well. Then, how it happened, Joe never could tell: Billy W4
put his head down quite suddenly, and right over it slid the little m
bo with a great splash. head first into the t
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lead him back to the barn, and how Uncle John did laugh at him.
Joe laughed too, as he went off to get on some dry clothes. Though
he took a good many rides after that, he never forgot his first one
on old Billy's back.
MRS. M. E. SANDFORD.



































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THE OBEDIENT ELEPHANT.

Sharp spears were hurled at him, a score of javelins pierced his
sides, his long ears dripped with blood, but he stood like a rock.
"Come forward, my men cried the Poona captain; our flag
still floats, and the battle will yet be ours."
His men, discouraged and ready to fly, rallied at this command,
and with a cheer for the flag pressed forward.
In a short time they had won the victory, and put the enemy to
flight.
And then they gathered around the brave elephant, offering to
lead him where lie could be fed and cared for.
But, though wounded and worn, the obedient creature would not
move until he heard his master's voice. That master could never
speak again.
A rider was sent in great haste to a place fifty miles away, where
lived the driver's little son, whom the elephant knew and loved.
When the little boy was brought to the battle-ground the elephant,
showed very plainly that lie was glad to see him, and permitted the
child to lead him away.
JENNIE S. JUDSON.



























THE FIREMEN'S HORSES.

THIS is the way, when the fire-bell rings,
The firemen's horse to the engine springs.

The horses hear, nor a second wait,
Lest the fire burn and the men be late.

Like this through the streets they race, they run:
Out of the way, Ho every one !

For the horses could no swifter go
If they knew all that the firemen know.

They reach the spot; there is smoke and noise,
And a shouting crowd of men and boys.

Ready the water, unwound the hose,
And up his ladder the fireman goes.











































































THE FIREMEN'S HORSES.









THE FIREMIEN'S HORSES.


The horses stand and are not afraid
Of sparks and flames while the engine's played.

The fire is quenched, and the danger past,
The men's hard duty is done at last.


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Leisurely back to their stalls go then
These noble horses of daring men.


Rest, good beasts; when the fire-bells ring,
Like a flash to willing service spring.
LAVINIA S. GOODWIN.
































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WONDER was a little
gave Wonder to Roy o
The puppy was a
Roy was very fond o
But Roy. did like t
being a severe master.
dolls, he liked to punis
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When lie tried to I
This made the pupp
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e puppy and Roy was his master. Uncle Job
n his birthday.
handsome little fellow, gray with black ears.
f him.
,o play master. Worst of all, he was fond of
SWhen he played school with his sister Jane's
h them.
i Roy; but then, he could not make the dolls
their arms, and pulled out their curls.
)lay horse with 'Wonder he whipped him hard.
y cry. He did not know why he should be
kicked him because he laid down. The poor
cause lie was frightened. ,
lp, and sister Jane ran out. -
rting poor Wonder for, naughty Roy ?" she

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ROY AND WONDER.
Wonder did like playing horse, but it hurt him to be kicked.
Perhaps Roy did not know any better than to say it did not hurt
him. Roy was only four years old.
I shall take Wonder away," said Jane. And so she did. Roy
was left alone.
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.. spied the wringer. Nurse Katy had been washing for the children, _
'' -- and the wringer stood on the piazza. --
A "Ah! There's a horsey I cried Roy. He went to the wringer, and
climbed upon a stool which stood by it. He began to turn the
Ki J handle. Around it went in fine, style. "Get up!" shouted the-
-(l\ \ little boy, and began to whip his horse.
,i/ But soon Roy grew careless. All at once his fingers slipped in
between the teeth of the wringer's wheels.

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Oh, how hard those teeth did bite You would have thought so
had you heard poor Roy scream. He could not get the finger out
irom the wheel. But sister Jane came and helped him.
Roy sobbed sadly, and asked to have a rag tied on his finger. He
thought that was very grand. He had seen a grown-up man with
his finger dressed like that.
Shall I put a rag on Wonder," asked sister Jane, where you
kicked him ? "
Poor little Wonder! sobbed Roy, putting his aching finger
between his lips, I guess it did hurt him!"
And so you will be kind and sweet to him after this, won't you,
Roy, dear? "
I guess I will," said Roy.
I hope Roy will not forget it. It is cruel to abuse weak animals,
even in playing horse.
KHAM.





















First leain:l t- run alone.
S "T -., spring .11, 1 .'1d1l A.r,:,ur1n were -een
White ,:l Ities, newly lon iln
She c-llel them /l- 1 A bs il). Ind w:atihed to:

Thl-in rise n,1 run -iw.i.
She ..:hl:.,l t1 u' ti r,' -- '" H,-w Ho weet.
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"And see," she cried, "how every one
Seems looking'up at me!
What are you, pretty things? Speak on:
Will you my playmates be ?
You must be flowers, although, indeed,
Ma's greenhouse ones are red;
And don't you pretty white ones need
A window and a shed ?


"My mamma says, and mamma knows, -
Flowers love good children well.
My Cousin Rose has hers named Rose;
And one has little Belle,
Called blue-bell, for her eyes are blue;
My cousin, Mary Gould,
Has hers called marigold; and, true,
I have all I can hold.










STHE WRONG NAME.

0 mamma mamma come and see! L
These flowers are such delights!
SFm going to name them after me,
llk4 And call them Mary-Whites."
J. McK.









STHE WRONG NAME.

J\7 WHEN Florrie was eight years old she went from her city home
to pay a long visit to her grandmother, who lived on a farm, and
the first present her grandmother gave her was a little speckled
chicken only a few weeks old.
Florrie called it "Minnie," and grew very fond of it. The
Chicken learned to know her, and as it grew older would come at
her call. It would follow her all over the house and garden, and fly
Sto her shoulder when she made a certain sign.
Next spring Minnie will set, and will raise a whole brood of
chickens, and they will all be mine," Florrie said to grandma, her
little face beaming with joy and pride.
But one day when Florrie was going upstairs to find Minnie,
she heard something which made her stop short, so great was her
surprise. r-
What she heard was a loud crow, and it came from Minnie,
perched on the footboard of Florrie's bed.
S"Grandma! grandma!" cried Florrie, as the old lady came into
the hall. 0 grandma, something dreadful is the matter : Minnie .'
is a rooster ,!
S Grandma burst out laughing; and she and grandpa teased
: Florrie a great deal. ''

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You have a wrong name for your pet:" said grandpa. You
must change it to Sam or Ben.' "
But Florrie called her chicken Minnie as long as she stayed at
the farm. Of course she never got that brood of chickens she had
counted on, and soon after she went back to the city, poor Minnie
was made into a pot-pie.
/) FLORENCE B. H.ALLOWELL.
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SIR JOHN.


WHOSE chair is that, Jennie ?"
Why, don't you know, Cousin Beth ? It's Sir John's."
Sir John said Beth, in surprise. "Who is he ? "
Beth had just come on a visit to her cousin Jennie. The family
were taking their seats at the dinner-table. A high baby-chair was
placed by Uncle Enoch's side. This was the chair that puzzled Beth.
There he comes now !" exclaimed Jennie, with a laughl.
A large and handsome cat bounded into the room. He leaped upon
the chair, and sat down very gravely.
This was Sir John. The children called him so because John by
itself was too small a name for so great a cat.
Uncle Enoch tied a napkin about Sir John's neck. Sir John purred
"Thank you," very sweetly.
There was a little plate before him. A piece of fish was put into
the plate, and Sir John began to eat. He did not use a knife or fork,
but he handled one paw much more neatly than some children use a
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SIR JOHN.

When the fish was gone Sir John peeped over into Uncle Enoch's
plate. Some bits of fish were left there.
Want more fish, Sir John ? Uncle Enoch asked.
"Per-e-ow," replied Sir John, meaning if you please." It was ('
easy to understand, for Sir John spoke cat very plainly.
So he was helped to more fish. When he had eaten it his napkin
was taken off, and he went out to stroll in the garden.
Beth was very much amused by Sir John. At tea-time she hur-
ried to the table to see him come in and take his seat.
The clock ticked for five minutes, but no Sir John came.
"Perhaps he has gone to tea with Mrs. Skip-Jack," said Uncle
Enoch.
Mrs. Skip-Jack kept cat-house a few doors down the street.
They began supper without Sir John, and they felt quite lonesome.
But all at once there was a scratching at the door. Jennie ran to
open it.
In marched Sir John. He held his head right up, and did not
dance at all. He leaped into his chair, and dropped into Uncle
Enoch's plate -
Guess what !
A little mouse. And he had one for himself too.
"Oh, you grateful Sir John cried Uncle Enoch, laughing. "You
are paying me back for my fish "
Nobody wanted to eat the mouse, so it was given back to Sir John,
and perhaps he put it into Mrs. Skip-Jack's Christmas stocking. At
any rate, nobody ever saw it again. Now, was not -Sir John a very
well-bred and polite cat ?
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He was plan
needed money
were many bill
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He thought he could sell lemonade and candy. Perhaps, too, sis-
ter Alice would make some of her nice doughnuts and sandwiches
for him.-'
After a while Robbie obtained his mother's consent to try this
-, plan. He easily obtained permission to have a stand on the fair
,.'{ grounds. Everybody in the village who knew Robbie liked him
) .very much.
The fair was to last only one day. Robbie' could hardly wait
for the time. But the day came at last, .a bright, sunshiny morn-
? Y" .ing. Robbie was at the fair grounds at an early hour. He care-
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ing how to help his mother, who was poor, and
very much. Baby Ruth had been sick, and there
Is to pay.
I wish I could do something," sighed Robbie.
ing awhile longer. Suddenly a bright idea came
ask mamma! he exclaimed. His mother was iron-
chen. She looked greatly surprised when Robbie
he had been thinking about. His plan was to have
at the fair which was to be opened the next week.










WHAT ROBBIE DID.


fully arranged his stand, doughnuts and sandwiches on one side,
and candy, glasses, and lemonade on the other. Robbie prided him-
self on his'lemonade. It must have been good, for his little stand
was soon quite surrounded. It kept him very busy. Among the


group around Robbie's stand was old Jacob Green, who kept the
village store.
He had known Robbie's father, and was a great friend of the
family. He saw how busy the little boy was, and he decided to
help him. Robbie was glad of his assistance. Before night every-













WHAT ROBBIE DID.


thing was sold. Robbie counted his money, finding he had made
nearly ten dollars. With a joyful heart he hurried home to his
mother.
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deal more to know that I have such a good, thoughtful little son."
She clasped the boy to her heart, kissing him tenderly, and Robbie
was quite contented.
Many times after that he found ways of helping his mother.-
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They were up early in the morning and helped grandpa feed the
chickens.
After breakfast grandma told them they would find a beautiful
brook back of the farm, with woods on either side. She gave them
a towel, and told them they might take off their shoes and stock-
ings and go in wading. Alice and May thought this the greatest
pleasure of the farm; ,so every day they had their visit to the brook.
One day when they were coming home from the brook they heard
a noise like a bell.
"What's that ?" asked May.
"It sounds like a bell," said Alice.
"But there can't be any belt in the woods," replied May.
Ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling-ling, they heard again.
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Alic:-e andl lii-r cousoiin May \\ci t to visit

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Giaiidina \wwatlchiig ior them, and slie took each
of them in her arms and kissed them, and said, I hope my little
girls will-be very happy here."
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No," said Alice; "let's go into the woods, and see what it is!"
Alice led the way, but May hung back.
Alice was soon hid in the bushes, and May heard her call:-
Oh, it's a cow, and her horns are caught in the branches of the
brush, and she can't get out."
May came and peeped at the cow, but she was afraid, and said:-
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she were trying to say, Can't you help me ? "
Poor bossy said Alice; "-I'll try and help you."
It was hard work, but after patient efforts bossy was released,
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ana then sne went "viMoo-oo again, as though sue said, lThnanK
you."
When Alice told grandpa about it he said he was glad he had so
kind and brave a little granddaughter. He told Alice that bossy
would have suffered very much had she remained with her head
twisted all night.
And Alice wasn't sorry she had helped bossy.
KATIE KYLE.

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"KAISER," the cat, came limping home one morning. The chil-
dren saw that one of his paws had been badly hurt.
He must have been caught in a trap," said Ben.
No, I think some bad dog has bitten him," added Alice.
Poor Kaiser looked sad, but could only say Mi-ew to all their
questions. His foot was very sore, and did not get well as quickly
as it should. He could hardly move, and refused to eat even the
nice warm milk Alice gave to him. .
SI don't think he will ever get well, if he stays under the stove so
much," said mamma.
But Kaiser liked the heat, and would not go out-doors. IIe grew
very sick, and papa said, He must be taken away."
One morning, as Alice opened her eyes, she heard his voice, saying,
P
"Well, John, have you brought the bag, and did you put a stone
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AN ACROSTIC.

Alice jumped up quickly, ran downstairs in her bare feet, calling,
"Papa! Papa! don't take Ki away in a bag." She saw her darling
pet under the stove; but there was John in the shed, with a bag in
which to put poor Kaiser. Do let him live a little while longer; he
will get better," cried she.
Kaiser came out from his resting-place, went into the shed, looked
at papa and John, smelt of the bag, and walked slowly out into the
garden. He at once began to dig a hole in the ground, and after it
was big enough laid himself down in it. Then he scratched the dirt
up all around him. He had made a nice, cool nest. The brown
earth was a good medicine for his swollen leg. The wise cat knew
how to cure himself. So Kaiser did not go in the bag, but lived to a
good old age.
S. FANNIE GERRY WILDER.






















BUTTERCUPS.


LITTLE, shining buttercups,
With your queenly bearing,
Can you tell me where you got
The golden dress you're wearing?

Did it come from far-off mines,
Brought by truant rover,
And scattered over hill and vale
Your graceful form to cover?

Tell me, have you been to court,
And by the queen been flattered ?
And has she, from her regal crown,
The yellow brightness scattered

All over you to show her love,
Her royal approbation,
Then sent you back into the fields,
To tell to all creation

That this bright, golden dress you wear
Was proffered by her favor;
That she chose to honor you
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Pretty little buttercups,
With your look of brightness,
Reaching up toward the sky
In purity and lightness;


Shining out among the flowers,
As stars shine down at even,
Like diamonds set in purest blue,
Your brightness comes from heaven.
MRS. F. S. LOVEJOY.























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Thei v .' ,'-e 'elil e,:nU''1 i fti'r li,,v .
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Thbt they ftlit..-tn n-e to de..i-l ;
I i-tili itr II.lly .itt'-h i yt b:retl
Whl-ini thir-,y_, !

TWhei- they hle.-ir tlih drealdfil whlizz
Anidl the Ijizzinig alnd tin-' izz
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Why, if they should hit a star--
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PICKLES' SAIL DOWN STREAM.

And it should come down smash,
What a very dreadful crash
There would be!

And some go up as high
As the very, very sky,
In a flame,
And I'm very sure they scare
All the little angels there-
What a shame!


SYDNEY DAYRE.


Tuis summer Dick and Ned went into the country to visit their
Uncle Joe. Back of Uncle Joe's house was a lovely stream of water.
This was a new amusement for them, and they were wild with
delight. They found the stream early the morning after their
arrival, and Uncle Joe's dog Pickles.
Pickles had iis head out of the kennel as soon as he heard their
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name suggested. He ran up to Dick and Ned and licked their hands,
and barked a hearty welcome.
Uncle Joe was so busy that Pickles was alone most of the time,
and he was glad to have company.


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Uncle Joe made the boys a raft. He did this by taking some logs
and nailing to them some smooth boards cross-wise. When it was
finished they all took a float down stream; Pickles with them.
Uncle Joe had a big pole to guide the raft.
Dick and Ned could hardly sleep that night. I think they would
like to have stayed on the raft all night. But they were up early
the next morning and on their raft before breakfast. They never
tired of this sport, and Pickles liked it too.
One morning Pickles was down to the raft before the boys were
up. I don't know how it happened, for Pickles sat very still, but
the raft broke loose from the tree where it was tied, and Pickles
went floating down stream alone.
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looked down stream, and there they saw Pickles on the edge of the
raft, barking at the water. When lie saw the boys he barked all the
harder.
Dick ran to the house and got a rope, and, running along the bank,
threw it upon the raft.
Pickles did just what they wanted him to do. He took the rope
into his mouth, and the more they pulled the harder Pickles held on
with his teeth ; in this way Pickles and the raft were brought to
shore. KATY KYLE.
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MR. THOMPSON.


MR. BROWT was taking dinner at a new boarding-house, one day.
He saw that there was a vacant chair.
Where is Mr. Thompson ? asked one of the boarders.
Oh, Mr. Thompson is late, isn't he ?"
Mr. Brown wondered who Mr. Thompson was. By and by a
big yellow cat came into the room, and jumped into the chair.
A waiter came along, and put a napkin around his neck, tucking
it in his collar. Mr. Thompson put up his little paw as if it wasn't
quite right, and then waited for his dinner, with two paws on the
table-cloth before him.
Soon the waiter brought in a little dish of milk toast, and Mr.
Thompson ate it all up without spilling a drop. The waiter took
,off his napkin, and puss walked out of the dining-room.
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OLD SILVER HEELS.


TIIs is the true story which Aunt Lucy often tells the children,
as we sit around the fire at twilight.
"When I was a little girl--seventy years ago- we had to go
more than a mile to school. One of the large boys would come for
us at night, with old Silver Heels and a sleigh made of a crockery
crate on runners.
"We would pile in until there was not room enough for another
one, shouting, laughing, and snow-balling each other. Old Silver
Heels would go on patiently across the bridge, and about half-way
up the long hill. Then he would turn round, and take a good look
at the load. If there were more than three or four of us he would
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AN ACROSTIC.

"Back -back down the hill to the very bottom. Then, with-
out a word, lie would walk up again to the sane place. If we
had not lightened the load he would look around and go backing
down again. Sometimes we let him do so five or six times before
the boys would get out; but we never could get home until they
did so.
"After they were out, and old Silver Heels had counted the load,
lie would go gravely on to a steep, 'sidling' place, near the gate,
where lie generally managed to tip us all over. We didn't care for
that, for it was only fun to shake off the snow and run into the
house."
MRS. FRANCES SMITH.












WILLIE'S GENEROSITY.

f i"^!' ",.,E-; i ILLIE had a queer pet.
SIt was a frog. His
cousin caught it in a.
fish net, and Willie
cried out, 0 Dick, give it to me! Won't you, please ?"
Give it to you ?" asked Dick. "What could you do with it ?"
"Tie a string to its leg and keep it," answered Willie.
Dick laughed, but gave him the frog.
Where can you keep it ?" asked mamma, when Willie showed
her the queer, goggle-eyed, wise-looking little creature. I'm
afraid it will die without water."
SI'll put him in the watering-trough. That's good as a pond;"
and Willie pulled the string and made froggie hop down to the
barn-yard.
Willie grew to be as fond of his frog as ever a boy was of a
dog. Just before going to bed at night he led it down to the
watering-trough, and right after breakfast every morning he took
it out for a walk.
SWhen frightened or disturbed it made a queer noise, which
Willie called singing, and it often croaked as loudly as though
it were back in the pond.
About this time Willie's Aunt Clara came to spend a month
with them.
She was young and pretty, and also very kind and pleasant.
, tell you what he did.
Aunt Clara was in poor health, and had so little appetite that
Willie's mother was constantly trying to think of something that
she could eat.
One day Willie ran in to his mother and put something in her


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"It's for Aunt Clara, mamma. I couldn't bear to kill it
myself, but I want her to have it, 'cause I love her more'n I do

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a frog -but, oh, dear! I wish it wasn't a singing frog! And
Willie's tears began to fall.
His mother would have laughed if it had not been so serious
a matter to her boy.
Poor little fellow! He knew that frogs' legs were considered
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for his aunt. So, after quite a struggle, he had given up his pet.
His mother knew that Aunt Clara would as soon think of
eating a snake as a frog, so she said:-
"I'm glad you didn't 'kill it, Willie, because auntie may not
like frogs' legs, but I know she will like to think of your love."
The frog was not killed; but Aunt Clara never forgot that
Willie had given it up for her sake, and she always thought of
him as generous Willie.
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., 'DOLLY sat up straight in bed one
morning. Sle looked around the
room, and found she was all alone.
", "Why, I do declare," she said;
-'i "there's a penny, right down on
., '-: 'I the carpet. Looks as though some
_I one had put it there just for me."
"Maybe it dropped out of papa's
A pocket, though."
I guess I'll pick it up and look
S at it anyway."
-- --It was a bright, new penny, and
Dolly wished that it was hers to keep.
Just then Alice came in.
"Come, hurry up and let me dress you, Dolly. Breakfast is
almost ready."
0 Alice, I just found this bright penny on the floor. Do you
s'pose papa put it there for me ?"
"Perhaps so, little sister; but we will go and ask him."
Papa didn't remember putting it on the floor, but he thought it
must be a runaway penny, and got there itself.
And now, Miss Chatterbox, what will you do with it ?"
"I don't know quite yet, papa; I'll tell you to-night."
"But then it will be gone, and I cannot take it back."
Dolly knew by the look in papa's eyes that he did not want it
back. So she kissed him good-by, and went out to play.
Dolly thought she would put the penny in her money-box by and
by, but it was so bright she wanted to look at it a little while.
She went up to give the bunnies a cabbage-leaf, and laid her penny
on a stone. While she was looking in the rabbit-pen along came the
old rooster. He eyed the bright penny a moment, then picked it
up and ran off with it. When Dolly turned around to find her-penny
it was gone. Her brown eyes opened very wide.
Why, how funny she said; guess, to be sure, it was a runa-
way penny, as papa called it."


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She went and told Alice about it, and Alice called it a fairy penny.
Afterwards, when they went to feed the chickens, they saw half-a-
dozen hens looking, in a strange, knowing way, at something on the
ground.


Sure enough, it was Dolly's penny, and they wondered how it
came there. Alice said she had better put it in her money-box now,
to keep it from running away again.
Dolly told- papa all about it that night, and he gave her some
more bright pennies to put with it, "to keep that one from getting
lonesome," he said.
ANNIE DOUGLAS BELL.

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THE SCHOOL VISITOR.


HE Hillside school had begun its fall term. There
.'- was a new teacher, a young lady, with
SB a bright face and a pleasant voice.
"- Now, children," said the teacher one
Sday, I think the school visitor may be
here to-morrow or the next day." The
1 children all promised( to behave well. They did not like to hear
that the visitor was coming. He was very tall, very grave, and very
strict; and they were afraid of him.
The very next day this tall, stern gentleman said to himself, I
will visit tie Hillside school to-day."


chilly, so he turned back -
and said:--
"Wife, can you tell
where my overcoat is?" ?
"Yes it hangs in the
barn chamber; it has
been there all summer,"
she replied.
Doctor Bray put on his
coat and walked away
to the school-house. _'
The teacher placed a
chair for him on the
platform. Just as he
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girls at the desks gave a little scream. All the others nestled and
fidgeted, looking as if they would like to scream too.
The visitor turned and looked at them very sternly indeed. The
teacher touched her bell, and shook her head at them.


"Please, teacher," squeaked one little voice, it was a mouse! "
"I hope we may have order in the school-room now," said Dr.
Bray, in his deepest tones. And then he gave out his question once
more.
Pop another mouse This one ran over to the boys' side, and two
or three of the boys saw where it came from. They nudged each
other, and clapped their hands over their mouths to keep from laugh-
ing aloud.
The teacher touched her bell again, and called: "Silence! She
felt very much disturbed that her boys and girls should act so. But
as she glanced towards the visitor to see how he took it she was











ABOUT THE SEEDS.

obliged to smile herself, for a third mouse jumped out of the good
man's pocket and scampered away.
The boys laughed aloud now, and the girls were all in confusion.
Dr. Bray rose from his chair, prepared to say something very
severe indeed. To do this properly he put his hands in his pockets,
and out jumped the last poor, frightened, little mouse.
The doctor's overcoat had hung so long in the barn chamber that a
mother mouse had made her snug nest in one of the pockets; and
now her little ones had all come to school with the visitor !
The visitor had a broad smile on his own face now. I really
must beg pardon," he said, for bringing a pocket-full of mice to
school! "
The teacher gave a ten minutes' recess, and it was a very merry
one. Then the scholars came to order and behaved very well indeed;
but they did not feel half as much afraid of Dr. Bray after that visit,
MRS. D. P. SANFORD.


& SEEDS iare ,lueer tliillgs; thcy .ll Al.,1.k as if they
S were dead, but there is a great deal of life in them;
they are only asleep, and the moist ground will wake
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ABOUT THE SEEDS.


They are scattered in various ways.
The 1wir-l is a great carrier of seeds,
ta;kingii them far away froin where
thIey ,rew. Animals carry them
about, too. in their hair. anid Irop
them he-re and there. They often
Ss.tik to Vyourl own clothes, an>d when
1z1u. pick them off and throw them
S,-Way youI help to s.'aItteri tlieml too.
SSomie seeds have a sort of winf to
uiake then fly. The see; of the
maple is one of these. Dii yoi ever
look at the featllhe- ball of the ian-
delion when the flower is gone:' Blow
it. and you scatter the seed every-


ftibrt-s on it to help it to fly. These
i send it a very great distance. The
Down of thistles has this same seed,
and a very large wing to fly with.
Seeds of mosses and ferns are very small, and they blow about
more easily, often lodging on the very top of high mountains.
MRS. G. HALL.






















HEN little Clarsie was ill
Those long, long weary days,
She could not play, but could
only watch
The other children's plays
From the sofa where she lay;
So one of her little mates
One day, in place of a picture-book,
Brought her some fashion-plates.



There were ladies in full dress,
Cr-i- Ladies clad for the street,
,> Ladies of every size and style,
5 With costumes most complete. -"
And these, with nimble shears, '
I- She carefully cut out, A k:
Even to their parasols and gloves,
And ranged them all about.
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This one had a muslin frock,
That one a velvet gown,
Another a horse-back habit on
With long skirt trailing down.
There were paper-ladies enough
Ready to Clarsie's hand
To crowd the largest drawing-room
For dolls in all the land.



SND they seemed so alive she found
A high-flown name for each,
And made them talk with soft,
sweet lisps
All kinds of pretty speech.
And until she was well enough
To play again with her mates,

Iler greatest joy was in paper
dames
Cut from the fashion-plates.

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S IN the house the children were looking at catalogues, and choosing
the seeds which they would like to have for their imaginary flower-
beds in the summer. They did this every year, though they never
got the seeds, for in the old garden corner that was called theirs the
) same dear flowers came up year after year.
Probably the old gardener had something to do with this, for in
due time there was the garden all in bloom again. Some one must
S have planted them, for the children always forgot that part.
Still, every year there was the fun of looking at the long lists,
marking gorgeous blossoms, and thinking of summer and the
S flowers.
In the garden corner the snow had all gone, the frost had come
out of the ground, and the earth was moist and easier for the flowers
to push through. The small seeds were getting ready to come up.
S "I shall go right out to-morrow," said a Sweet Pea. "My old
S dress is wrinkled up, so I shall throw it off and look above the
earth."
"It's awfully cold yet," whispered Mignonette; I think I shall
S stay awhile longer in the warm earth."
"Yes, I know it's cold," answered Sweet Pea; "but the children
will be looking for us, and we must go."
So, the next day, two Sweet Peas pushed their little heads out into
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every one was back again.
In one corner of the bed a stranger grew,-
Y a tall blue violet, that the children got in the
S woods last fall.
She told the flowers of her home there, and
her dear brook where she grew. She often
sighed to be back in her woods again, and was
very shy.
By and by Mignonette appeared, and made a
border to the bed.
Then the children came, and rejoiced to see
all their dear old flower friends again. And
Robin sang loudly, and came often to that bed
for bugs for Mrs. Robin and all the "little
Robs," and everybody knew that spring had
really come again.
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-.-- Halloo! said the Pansy family. We have
been wondering when you would come out. It is
quite time. Robin has come back, and even the
trees are all out now." 1
The Pansies were always the first to welcome
I / the other flowers. So the Sweet Peas felt en-
Scouraged, and all came up. Then the Poppy
family poked up their heads all over the bed.
SWhat fun it was to grow and be something,
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WHITE PANSY. I
How I should like to be picked and put in a pretty
room, and have dear Little Girl look at me, and hold
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see me, because Blue Pansy always gets in front of
me. Oh do move and let me see Little Girl. How
pretty she looks! I do believe she sees me! Yes,
S here she comes! Now, then, Miss Blue, move out
-. of my way.
| Oh ow she has picked me It hurts a little;
but I am picked at last! Now people can admire
my creamy dress and golden hair. Good-by, Blue.
You have been left, though you did crowd before
/ others.
SHere are Purple and Gold and Red, and all the
violet-colored pansies. Little Girl will put us in' a
bunch together in some nice place. This is lovely !
I don't know why she wants to pick so many.
It's hot and close here in her hand, and she squeezes'
us so.
My juice will all be gone before she puts me in
water, and I shall not be able to get crisp
Again. I am so tired What is she doing
now ? Ow! She is tying a string so tightly
around our stems And now here we are,
flung on the grass together. She has forgotten
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Oh, I didn't know it was like this to be picked How I wish I was
Blue Pansy It must be cool and shady in the old garden now, and
Mr. Robin will wonder where little White Pansy is when he sings
to-night. How nice it was to lean on the grass-blades and nod and
dream all day, and to dance with the night wind in the evening!
Oh, I wish I was back again! I am quite faint, .and curling up
to die!
What is this ? Oh, how delicious! Some one has untied that
string, and put us in cool water. How refreshing it is! We are all
so weary and faint. Ah, this is nice! My leaves begin to uncurl,
and my stem is growing firm again. I am drinking in this delicious
water, and feel so much better.
Who put us here, I wonder ? It was not the careless Little Girl !
She forgot us, and left us to die. It must have been that boy!
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S v here are we ;ucli a poor room, and such a dirty, ragged boy!
That baby girl who is looking at us seems to be sick. How she
looks at us with her sad, tired eyes Poor little thing !
Come, let us tell her about the grass and sunshine and birds in the
old garden corner. She smooths our velvet leaves with loving
fingers. I don't care if she does muss my white dress. She is
kinder and better than the Little Girl who threw us away as soon as
she had picked us. So'let us all look our very best for her tired
eyes, and tell her sweet stories here in the dish together.
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ROSE-LEAVES.

LITTLE GIRL sat on the porch under the climbing Rose, hearing
the bees drowsing over their honey-gathering in the nodding Roses.
SIt was very warm, and Little Girl's patch-work slid off her lap.
One Rose was just ready to fall, and when a blundering bee jostled
against it, all its leaves fluttered down, leaving only a little green
ball, to the amazement of the bee. He looked so funny that Little
Girl laughed aloud.
SYes, but if you were a Rose, how would you like it ? Was it
the bee that spoke, or the wind ? Why, no, it was the green ball
that the Rose had left It had eyes that looked at her, and a mouth
that had spoken.
Little Girl stared. So did the Rose Ball.
How would you like it ?" it asked again. I once saw a Girl
come into this.very porch crying, just because her pretty muslin dress
was spoiled by a shower! We Roses did not laugh. We were sorry
for her. She had looked like one of us when she went out all freshly
dressed. We thought how horrid to have one's leaves all wet and
spoiled.
She came out of the house again, and picked one of us, and what
do you think she did ? Why, sat there and ATE that Rose, leaf by
leaf Never saw how lovely it was, never even smelled it, but just
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"I was a small Bud then, and 1 was afraid of her, and hid myself
away.
'" Oh but I was a happy little Bud I loved the sun, the gentle
rain, and the cool summer nights under the stars.
One night T was swaying on my stalk and hearing the night
wind's song, when suddenly a branch above me cracked, and a great
cat crept by me. How its eyes glared in the dark!
My heart stood still, for the beast was creeping straight to a
fluffy little birdie, who had sung so sweetly to us before he nestled
down to sleep in our branches. We could not let him be killed So
we all swayed and rocked, and the wind blew for us, and broke the
spray the bird was sleeping on. So he awoke in time to see those
cruel eyes, and flew away in safety.
"Day by day my leaves unfolded, and the bees and butterflies
came to me for honey, and my life was full of joy.


How many sweet birds I have heard, and what bright jewels I
have won But now that clumny bee has shaken away my petals,
and my life is done. Isn't that worse than a dress spoiled by a
shower ? And yet you are the very Girl who cried at that shower,
who ate the Rose, and who laughs at me now, when I die "
Little Girl put her hands down from behind her head, stood up on
the bench, and, looking into the queer little green face, said, "Oh, I
am sorry, little Rose -
But the Face faded away, leaving only an old Rose stem.
Little Girl gathered up the fallen Rose leaves, and put them into a
jar with others, to get dry and sweet, saying to herself as she did so,
I shall never eat the pretty things again. I didn't know they
cared "
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I'LL tell you just how it happened. You see, I was lying in the "
Shamrock, after tea, reading Hans Andersen's story. When I had
S finished it I lay there in the soft twilight, watching the birds go to-
i^ bed in the trees, and thinking of the fairies in the story. I could
smell the sweet air from the pansy-bed beside me, and their dear little
Q. faces seemed to smile and nod at me, and almost talked.
"I was awfully tired. I might have been drowsy. I don't know

"' happened. I
S-I could hear mother, 'way off in the house, singing baby to sleep,
and I shut my eyes for a moment. A flash of light made me open
them quickly, for I thought it was lightning.
My, wasn't I astonished There, on a rose over the pansy-bed,
r- stood a sweet little truly fairy, with a lighted wand in her hand, like
\y ) > a star. .- .
." Oh, 0 she was lovely Her dress was all gauzy, and her hair was
like silver thistle-down. The moon was coming up behind her, and
~ it shone through her lovely wings.
'"She did not say a word. Fairies in books always talk, but I was
afraid to breathe for fear she'd blow away. She waved and waved
her little wand over the pansies.



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