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THE development of the moral sentiments in the human
heart, in early life,-and everything in fact which relates to
the formation of character,-is determined in a far greater de-
gree by sympathy, and by the influence of example, than by
formal precepts and didactic instruction. If a boy hears his
father speaking kindly to a robin in the spring,-welcoming its
coming and offering it food,-there arises at once in his own
mind a feeling of kindness toward the bird, and toward all the
animal creation, which is produced by a sort of sympathetic
action, a power somewhat similar to what in physical philoso-
phy is called induction. On the other hand, if the father, in-
stead of feeding the bird, goes eagerly for a gun, in order that
he may shoot it, the boy will sympathize in that desire, and
growing up under such an influence, there will be gradually
formed within him, through the mysterious tendency of the
youthful heart to vibrate in unison with hearts that are near,
a disposition to kill and destroy all helpless beings that come
within his power. There is no need of any formal instruction
in either case. Of a thousand children brought up under the
former of the above-described influences, nearly every one,
when he sees a bird, will wish to go and get crumbs to feed it;
while in the latter case, nearly every one will just as certainly


look for a stone. Thus the growing up in the right atmosphere,
rather than the receiving of the right instruction, is the condi-
tion which it is most important to secure, in plans for forming
the characters of children.
It is in accordance with this philosophy that these stories,
though written mainly with a view to their moral influence on
the hearts and dispositions of the readers, contain very little
formal exhortation and instruction. They present quiet and
peaceful pictures of happy domestic life, portraying generally
such conduct, and expressing such sentiments and-feelings, as it
is desirable to exhibit and express in the presence of children.
The books, however, will be found, perhaps, after all, to be
useful .mainly in entertaining and amusing the youthful readers
who may peruse them, as the writing of them has been the
amusement and recreation of the author in the intervals of
more serious pursuits.




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FRANcoNIA, a place among the mountains at the North.
The time is summer.


CAROLINE, the daughter of Mr. Keep, a lawyer in the village.
MRS. HENRY, a lady residing in a pleasant house on the bank
of the river, near the village.
MALLEVILLE, seven or eight years old, Mrs. Henry's niece.
PHONoY, nine or ten years old, Mrs. Henry's son.
BEECHNUT, a French boy, so called, at service at Mrs. Henry's.
His name properly is Antoine Bianchinette.
WALLACE, a college student, Malleville's brother, spending his
vacation at Mrs. Henry's.
LIVINGSTON, Wallace's classmate, visiting at Franconia.
MARY BELL, about thirteen years old, a friend of Malleville,
residing at a little distance from Mrs. Henry's.
ELLEN LINN, a friend of Mary Bell. She is the sister of Ro-




Malleville and Phonny go out to take a walk. Rule of polite society.

ONp pleasant summer evening, about an hour before
sunset, Phonny and Malleville came out of the great gate
in front of Phonny's house, to take a walk.
"Let us go down to the river," said Malleville.
There was a river very near Mrs. Henry's house, and
a pleasant path leading down to it through a field.
No," said Phonny, let us go along the road."
If we go down by the river," said Malvilville, we can
get- some flowers."
And if we go by the road, we shall meet the stage
coming in," said Phonny. "That 's a great deal better
than getting flowers."
Malleville yielded. That was right. It was proper
that she should yield. The rule of polite society is, that
the gentleman ought always to be ready and willing, of
his own accord, to consult the wishes of the lady, in a
question of this sort, and to govern himself by them.
But when he forgets himself so far as to disregard the


Talk about Beechnut. Malleville's mistake. Phonny greatly amused.

lady's wishes, and insist upon his own, then it is the duty
of the lady not to contend, but to submit readily and
gracefully to the necessity of the case. This, Malleville
did, in the present instance. She said no more about
the flowers, but walked with Phonny along the road.
I wish that Beechnut would come home," said Phonny.
" Or rather I wish he never would go away at all."
Beechnut had gone to the city of Boston, and was to
be absent about ten days. He had now been gone
about three days, and Phonny was very lonesoim with-
out him.
You will see the prettiest horse, when the stage
comes," said Phonny, that there is in all this country.
It is an off leader."
Malleville made a very great mistake in understanding
this expression. She thought Phonny had said that the
horse was an awful eater.
An awful eater!" she replied, gravely, what does
he eat ? "
Here Phonny burst into a loud and uncontrollable fit
of laughter, while Malleville continued to look very grave,
and even somewhat perplexed and distressed. She did
not know what Phonny was laughing at. Phonny, how-
ever, could not control himself sufficiently to explain, but
lay down upon the grass by the roadside, and rolled over
and over, repeating, in the intervals of his paroxysm,
An awful eater !-Oh dear me I "
Phonny! said Malleville, very sternly, you shall
not laugh so much. You must get up."
At that moment, Malleville, looking along the road,
saw horses' heads just coming into view at a turn, and
heard the sound of wheels, so she added,


The stage. Parcel for Phonny. Description of the package.

'" And besides, here is the stage coming now, and you
will get run over."
Hearing this, Phonny jumped up and sobered himself
in an instant. The stage-coach was really coming.
It advanced very rapidly. Phonny and Malleville
stood out on one side of the road to let it go by. There
was a lady and a small boy on the outside seat of the
stage, with the driver, and Phonny's attention was at-
tracted by them, so that he forgot to point out the off
leader to Malleville, until the stage got opposite to him,
and then he was surprised at seeing the driver suddenly
rein up his horses and stop the stage.
Phonny," said the driver, is that you ? I have got
something for you here."
For me ? said Phonny, surprised.
The driver put his hand under the seat and drew out
a small package, which was tied up very securely in
brown paper. He threw the package out to the bank
where Phonny was standing.
It is all paid," said he.
Then he drove on.
Phonny ran to the place where the package had fallen,
and took it up. Malleville followed him.
Let me see," said she. What is it P"
The package was about eight inches long, four inches
wide, and, perhaps, two inches thick. It was enveloped in
thick wrapping-paper, and tied with a strong cord, which
was passed round the parcel in both directions. The knot
of the cord was sealed with sealing-wax, and the cord itself
was secured to the paper by sealing-wax in two or three
other places besides. In fact, the whole appearance of


The address of the package.

the parcel seemed to indicate that it contained something
very valuable. It was addressed on the back, in a very
plain hand,

Miss Malleville Henry,

Care of Master Alphonso Henry,


On the left hand upper corner was written the word
PAID, with a black line drawn under it.



Opening it. The cord. No knife. The box. Beechnut's note.

It is for you, after all," said Phonny, looking a little
Yes," said Malleville, "give it to me. I want to break
it open, and see what is inside."
Let me open it for you," said Phonny. I can open
it better."
No," replied Malleville, I want to open it myself,-
if you will only get the string off"
So Malleville and Phonny sat down upon a large stone,
which lay by the side of the road, and proceeded to open
the parcel.
Phonny had no knife to cut the cord, and so he was
obliged to gnaw it off with his teeth. This took some
time. At last, however, the cord was divided, and then
Phonny handed back the parcel to Malleville.
Malleville proceeded to remove the wrappers with
which the contents of the parcel were enveloped. After
a time, there came out a large and beautiful japanned
tin box. It was rounded at the end and edges, and it
had a large lid in one side. Malleville opened the lid, and
found the box full of other parcels, and immediately
under the lid, as they opened it, was a note addressed to
Malleville. Malleville opened the note, and Phonny
looked at the bottom of it for the signature.
Beechnut," said he. It is from Beechnut. Let me
read it to you, Malleville."
Well," said Malleville.
So Phonny took the note and read as follows ---

I send you what I call an Excursion-box. It
is to take with you when you go on excursions. You


Ribbon. The rest of the note. The pocket-knife. Blades.

wrap up your cake, or your bread and butter, or what-
ever you have for your luncheon, in a paper, and put it in
your box when you go, and then, after you have eaten
your luncheon, you use your box to put flowers, or mosses,
or berries in, when you come home. The most conveni-
ent way to carry it, is to hang it by the ribbon over your
shoulder. You put the ribbon through the rings."

But I have not got any ribbon," said 1Malleville, in-

Every day," continued Phonny, reading, when you
have done using your box, you must see that it is clean
and dky, before you put it away."

Yes," said Malleville, I will."

Or else," said Phonny, still reading from the note,
"it will grow rusty inside. Please give Phonny his
parcel. 3BEECENUT.'

Where is it ?" said Phonny, eagerly. Let me see."
So saying, he took out one of the parcels from the in-
side of the box, and found to his great joy that his name
was written on the back of it.
On opening this package, it was found to contain
something solid in the centre, with a smaller and thinner
parcel wrapped around it. The central portion proved
to be a pocket-knife. The knife had a very smooth and
beautiful handle, and two very brilliant blades. One of
these blades was large, and the other small. They both
opened very easily. Phonny opened the large one first,
and then the small one. The blades were very highly


Phonny's note. The bandages. Phonny reads his note.

polished, and the point of the small blade was as sharp
as a needle. Phonny uttered several exclamations of
delight, and then shut the blades up again. In the mean
time, a note addressed to Phonny had dropped out, and
had fallen down upon the grass. Malleville picked it up
and held it in her hand. Phonny was not, however, yet
ready to read it. He wished first to open the small and
thin envelope which had been wrapped round the knife.
He found it contained a long and narrow linen rag, in
the form of a bandage, very neatly folded up, and also a
.heet of court-plaster. Phonny looked very much sur-
prised to see these things, and then opened his note to
get an explanation. He read as follows:-

I send herewith a new knife for you, and also
a bandage and some court-plaster for your cut fingers.
For small cuts the court-plaster will do, but when you go
in to the bone, I would recommend holding your finger in
cold water awhile, and then doing it up with the bandage.
Yours, affectionately,

P. S. You need not be afraid of this knife, for it is
very sharp, and so will make clean cuts, that will heal
very easily."

Nonsense," said Phonny. "' I don't mean to cut my
fingers at all with the knife."
There was still one more small parcel to open. It was
addressed to Malleville. Malleville opened it and found
a long blue ribbon inside. The ribbon was pretty wide


Phonny and Malleville set out to go home. They meet Caroline.

and very strong, and Malleville knew at once that it was
intended' for her box. So she wrapped it up again in
the paper and put it back in the box, saying, that she
meant to go home and show it to her aunt. She rose
from her seat, and taking her box under her arm, she
went into the road. Phonny followed her. He put his
court-plaster and bandage into his pocket, but he kept the
knife in his hands,--opening and shutting the blades, and
examining it carefully in every part, as he walked along.
It is the very best knife I ever had," said he.
Phonny and Malleville walked along toward the house,
very much pleased with their presents, and both im-
patient to show them to Mrs. Henry. Presently, Malle-
ville saw a girl coming into view in the road, at a con-
siderable distance before them.
There comes somebody," said she. I wish it was
Mary Bell."
It is Mary Bell," said Phonny, I verily believe."
No," said Malleville, "it is Caroline Keep. I can
see the feather in her bonnet."
Caroline had a very pretty blue bonnet, with a white
feather hanging over it gracefully, like a plume.
In a short time the three children came together.
"' Caroline," said Phonny, we have got some presents
from Beechnut; come and see them."
So the children walked out to the side of the road, and
sat down upon the green bank to look at the presents.
Where is Beechnut ? said Caroline.
He has gone away," said Phonny. He has been
gone several days, and he is going to be gone nearly a
week longer."
How sorry I am !" said Caroline.


Talk about the party. Mary Bell. Her mother sick.

Why ?" asked Phonny.
Because I was going to have a party," replied Caro-
line, and I wanted him to come."
Oh never mind," said Phonny, you can have your
party without him."
But I want him to be there very much," said Caro-
line. He always makes us have such a good time. Be-
sides, I am afraid Mary Bell can't come."
When was your party going to be ?" asked Malleville.
"To-morrow," said Caroline.
Caroline then went on to explain, that she had been to
invite Mary Bell, but that Mrs. Bell was sick, and it was
doubtful whether Mary could come.
Is she very sick ? said Malleville.
"' No," said Caroline, when I went there, she was sit-
ting up in a great easy chair. She said that Mary Bell
might come, but Mary came out with me afterward to the
door, when I came away, and told me that she did not
believe that she could come, for she did not think that
her mother would be well enough to be left alone.
I have just been to your house, to invite you," con-
tinued Caroline, but now that Beechnut is not at home,
and Mary Bell cannot come, I don't know whether to
have any party or not."
Yes," said Phonny, I would have it; Malleville and
I can come."
In the mean time, while this conversation had been
going on, Phonny and Malleville had opened their pre-
sents, and were now ready to show them to Caroline.
Caroline looked at them with a great deal of interest.
She did not say much about the knife, except that it
looked like a very good one. She laughed at what was


Malleville likes her presents. MRore talk about the party.

written in the note about the court-plaster and the rag,
and about Phonny's cutting his fingers, and said that it
sounded just like Beechnut.
When she came to look at Malleville's excursion-box,
she examined it carefully inside and out, but she seemed
to be only moderately pleased with it.
I presume it will be very convenient," said she,--
"but I think he might have sent you something prettier
than that. A ring now,-a pretty ring, with a green
stone in it, might have been bought with the same
money, and how pretty it would have looked upon your
finger "
Malleville held up her finger, and tried to imagine
how such a ring as Caroline described would have looked
upon it.
No," said Malleville, I like my excursion-box a
great deal better than I should a ring."
Well," said Caroline. Every one has their own
taste, and I am very glad you are pleased."
So saying, Caroline arose from her seat and began to
walk out toward the road, as if she were going on her
"And what about the party, Caroline P" said Malle-
Why, I think I shall put off my party till Beechnut
comes back," said Caroline, but still I wish that you and
Phonny would come and see me to-morrow."
"Well," said Phonny, we will."
"If Aunt Henry will let us," said Malleville.
Oh, she will let us, I know," said Phonny.
Yes," said Caroline, and come as early as you can."
Here Caroline began to walk along the road in the



Phonny tries his knife by cutting a fishing-pole.

way that led to the village- Phonny and Malleville, on
the other hand, turned toward their own home, Malle-
ville singing as she went, from a song which Beechnut
had taught her, the lines,
Come as early as you can,
And stay till after tea."

On the way home Phonny went into a thicket by the
road-side to try his knife, by cutting a tall and slender
stem which he saw growing there, and which he thought
would make a good fishing-pole. Malleville waited for
him at the edge of the thicket. There were some wild
flowers growing there, and Malleville amused herself,
while waiting for Phonny, in gathering these flowers,
and she had a great mind to put them in her box. She
concluded, however, on reflection, that she would not put
anything into her box until she had first shown it to her
aunt Henry.
When Phonny had cut his pole, which he did very
easily, for his knife was very sharp, he brought it out
into the road, and after trimming off the branches and
the top, he began to walk along with Malleville as before.
The road in which Phonny and Malleville were walk-
ing tled them at one point pretty near the river. When
the children arrived at this place, they looked out upon
the water and saw a boat there with two boys in it.
The boys appeared to be fishing. One of them had a
pole. The other was fishing with a line alone, which
he held somewhat inconveniently, over the gunwale of
the boat.
The water was smooth and clear, and the evening
air was calm and still, so that the boat made a beautiful


Two boys a fishing.


Pole wanted,

Appearance as she
lay floating in the
ro ian stream. The form
l o of the boat itself, and
also those of the boys
were very plainly re-
flected in the glassy
surface of the water
below. Phonnycould
-" even see the reflec-
tion of the fishing-
k pole which one of
-the boys held in the
The boy who had
U1E BO~AT no pole looked up
from his fishing, and when he saw Phonny and Malle-
ville on the shore, he called out,
Halloa! Phonny."
Halloa! Dolphin," said Phonny.
Who is that? said Malleville, in an under-tone to
"' Rodolphus Linn," said Phonny.
Is that RLodolphus ? said Malleville. He used to
work at our house once."
Yes," said Phonny, in haying time. Now he works
in the mill."
Phonny,"' said Rodolphus, calling again, what is
that you have got ? "
A fishing-pole," said Phonny. "I have just cut it."
Give it to me, and I will give you some pond-lilies,"
said Rodolphus.




Bargain for the fislhing-pole. Six lilies. Malleville carries home her box.

I wish you would, said Malleville, speaking to
Phonny, and then give me one of the pond-lilies."
Have you got any pond-lilies ? said Phonny, calling
to Rodolphus.
Yes," said Rodolphus.
And how many will you give me ?" asked Phonny.
Three," said Rodolphus-" or six. I don't care if I
give you six."
Here Malleville clapped her hands.
Well," said Phonny, come ashore and get the pole."
So Phonny went down to the beach. The boys drew
in their fishing-lines, and pushed the boat toward the
shore. As soon as they were near enough, Phonny
reached out the pole and Rodolphus took it in. Imme-
diately afterward Rodolphus selected six pond-lilies-and
threw them out to Phonny on the sand.
Phonny gave two of the pond-lilies to Malleville, and
Malleville was very much gratified at receiving them.
She was now more inclined than ever to open her box,
knowing how safely her lilies could be stowed in it, by
putting the heads of the lilies in first, in the centre of the
box, and then coiling the stems around them. She,
however, concluded to persevere in her original design of
carrying home her box and showing it to her aunt in the
condition precisely in which she first received it. So she
walked home with Phonny, carrying her box in one hand,
and her lilies in the other. The flowers which she had
gathered herself, she now no longer prized since she had
obtained the lilies, and so she threw them away.


Proposed visit to Caroline. The knife and the excursion-box.



THE children were always very impatient to have Beech-
nut come home, whenever he went away, and on this oc-
casion it happened that Phonny brought him home two
days sooner than Beechnut intended to come. It is
curious also to observe, that Phonny caused Beechnut to
come home sooner than he had intended without himself
designing to produce any such effect. The event hap-
pened in the following singular manner.
The children obtained Mrs. Henry's permission to go
and visit Caroline, according to the invitation which they
had received, and they set off together at two o'clock on
the afternoon of the appointed day, and walked along on
the road toward the village, full of anticipations of plea-
sure. Phonny had his new knife in his pocket, and
Malleville had her excursion-box hanging from her neck
by its ribbon. The box had an excellent luncheon in-
side. When Malleville first proposed to put the luncheon
in, Mrs. Henry suggested to her that it was not quite in
accordance with the customs of polite society, to carry a
supply of food in going a visiting; but Malleville was so
desirous of putting her box at once to its destined use,
that Mrs. Henry waived her objection, and the luncheon
was put in. It consisted of two apple turnovers and two
pieces of cheese.



Description of Mr. Keep's house. The summer-houses. The hall.

The house where Caroline lived was in the village. It
was a large and handsome house, with a beautiful yard
in front, containing trees and shrubbery, with gravel
walks, bordered with beds of flowers, winding among
them. On one side of the house there was a wing, which
contained Mr. Keep's office; for Mr. Keep, Caroline's
father, was a lawyer. There was a door of entrance to
this office in front, with a path leading to it from the
road, where there'was a small gate, by which Mr. Keep's
clients were accustomed to come in. There was also a
passage leading to the office from the house.
The wing was on the north side of the house, and on
the south side there was a great gate, and a road-way
which led in to the barns and sheds behind. There was
also a large garden, with flowers and fruits growing in it
in great profusion, and two summer-houses covered with
vines. These vines were, however, only for shade, as the
climate- was altogether too cold in Franconia for grapes to
When Phonny and Malleville arrived at Mr. Keep's,
Caroline amused them, for some time, in conducting
them about the yards and gardens, and then brought
them into the house. She took them first into what she
called the hall, which was a long room in the back part
of the house, very comfortably and- pleasantly furnished,
and used in the winter evenings as a family sitting-room.
It was in this hall that the children were accustomed to
play at blind man's buff, and other similar games, at
Caroline's parties. After looking about this hall for some
time, and seeing the books and playthings which were
stored in various desks and secretaries about the room,
the children went on, under Caroline's guidance, to the


The office. Plans for playing in the office. A school.

office. In going into the office, they passed through a
small passage-way, which lay between the hall and the
office, and which had a window in it, that looked out
upon a pleasant piazza behind the house.
My father has gone away," said Caroline, "and so
we will go and play in his office a little while."
The children went into the office, and after looking
about in it for some time, Caroline went and took her
seat in a great arm-chair, which stood by a window at the
end of the room, saying:
"Now we will play lawyer. I will be the lawyer, and
you shall be my clients. You must come with some
business for me to do."
This plan for play did not, however, succeed very
well. Neither Malleville nor Phonny knew how clients
were accustomed to act, or what they used to say when
they came in to see their lawyers. At last, Caroline pro-
posed that they should play school instead.
I will be the teacher," said Caroline, and you shall
be my two scholars."
Caroline had a double reason, in fact, for proposing to
play school. She had found a very entertaining book on
the office-table, and wished to read it; and she con-
cluded that by setting Phonny and Malleville at their
studies they would be kept still a little while, and she
could sit in the great arm-chair and read undisturbed.
Now," said Caroline, you are my scholars. I must
give you some names, Your name," sa it she, pointing
to Phonny, is "-
Here Caroline hesitated, and seemed to be trying to
think of a name.
"Bronk," said she, at last, your name shall be



Caroline's instructions to her scholars. Phonny is to write a letter.

"' That is not a good name," said Phonny.
Yes," said Caroline, Bronk is a good name for a
bad boy. I am going to play that, you are a bad boy."
And your name," added Caroline, turning to Malle-
ville, '" shall be-, let me see-Eldoranda. Now re-
Oh dear me! said Malleville, with a sigh, I can't
remember such a long name,--nor speak it."
But you won't have to speak it," said Caroline. No-
body has to speak their own name. All you have to do,
is, when I call you by that name to come. If I call you
Malleville, you need not pay any attention to it at all."
Well," said Malleville-
And now, Bronk," said Caroline, you are to write,
and Eldoranda is to read. You are to write a composi-
Oh no," said Phonny. I don't like to write a com-
Then it shall be a letter," said Caroline. You shall
write a letter to Beechnut. We will play that your mo-
ther's house took fire last night, and burned up, and that
you are writing to Beechnut to give an account of it, and
to tell him to come home. You must make up some way
for the house to take fire, while I am going to get a book
for Eldoranda."
So Caroline brought a great chair up to a desk which
stood in a corner of the room, where she said her father
always wrote his letters. She put two great law books in
the chair, to make it higher for Phonny. She also gave
him a sheet of paper and a pen.
There," said she, that is where my father writes his


Uncle Ben. Account of the safe. Phonny begins his work.

letters. When they are written he puts them on the safe,
and Uncle Ben carries them to the post-office."
Uncle Ben, as Caroline called him, was an old man
who worked for Mr. Keep, and who was accustomed to
go to the post-office for him. Mr. Keep called him Ben-
jamin, and sometimes Mr. Short. His real name was
Benjamin Short. Caroline, however, and the children,
generally were accustomed to call him Uncle Ben.
"" Which is the safe P said Phonny.
Caroline pointed toward the door, and there, by the
side of the door, was what appeared to be a sort of cup-
board, painted black, with bands and rivets of iron all
around it. There was nothing on the safe at the time
that Caroline showed it to Phonny, but she said that her
father was accustomed to put letters and parcels of all
kinds upon it, for Uncle Ben to carry away.
It is all made of iron," said Caroline.
So Phonny went to the safe and put his hand upon it.
It felt very solid and heavy, and was also very cold.
What is there in it ? asked Phonny.
Money," said Caroline.
My!" said Phonny. "I wish I had a safe full of
Now, Eldoranda," said Caroline, we will go out into
the hall and find a book for you to read."
So Caroline and Malleville went out into the hall,
while Phonny went back to his desk and mounted up on
the seat which Caroline had provided for him. Then
resting his elbows on the desk before him, and his chin
on his hands, he set himself at work contriving some in-
genious way for setting his mother's house on fire.


Caroline takes her place in the arm-chair. The clock. The minute hand.

In a short time Caroline and Malleville came back.
Malleville had three or four picture-books in her hand.
Caroline gave Malleville a seat upon a stool near one of
the front windows, and then, taking her own book from
the table, she went and established herself comfortably in
her great arm-chair. She found a stool, too, to put her
feet upon. WVhen all was thus ready she said,
"Now, children, you have got your work before you,
and you must work half an hour without speaking a word.
If you do not speak a word and do your lessons well, I
shall give you both an apple. But if you play, then I
shall not give you any apple, nor let you have any
So Caroline opened her book and began to read.
How shall we know when the half-hour is out said
I will tell you when it is out," said Caroline, '" and
besides, you can look at the clock."
So saying Caroline pointed to a clock which hung
upon the wall by the side of the door which led from the
office into the house.
Do you see the minute hand ? "
Which is the minute hand ?" said Malleville.
The longest one," said Caroline, the one that points
up. The minute hand is exactly up now, and that means
that it is three o'clock. When the minute hand points
down, then it will be half an hour. You can look up
from your studies now and then and see."
After this the room was very still for some time.
Phonny seemed to be very busy with his writing, and
Malleville was absorbed in her books.
In about ten minutes, the attention of the school, both


A visitor. Conversation with the client. Phonny is tired.

teacher and pupils, was suddenly attracted by a knock-
ing at the door. It sounded as if some one were knock-
ing on the door with a stick.
Come in," said Caroline.
The door opened very slowly, and a man looked in.
He was dressed in a sort of cartman's frock, and he had a
long whip in his hand. In fact it was with the handle of
this whip that he had knocked at the door.
Ah," said he, as he looked around the room and saw
that there were only children there. The squire is
not in."
No, sir," said Caroline. He is gone away. Could
I do the business do you think ? "
The man smiled and said, No-he was afraid not.
My father is coming home just before tea," said Caro-
Then I will come in again," replied the man. So say-
ing he shut the door and withdrew.
Children," said Caroline, I am glad to see that you
behave so well when company comes in. It gives me a
great deal of satisfaction."
As Caroline said this in a perfectly grave and sober
manner, Phonny and Malleville took it apparently in
serious earnest, and both resumed their studies.
In about twenty minutes Phonny laid down his pen and
drew a long sigh. Caroline looked up from her book.
She turned her eyes first to Phonny and then to the clock.
She pointed to the clock, then put her finger on her lips,
and resumed her reading. Phonny perceiving that ten
minutes of his time were still remaining, took up his pen
again, and soon afterwards resumed his writing.
At length the half-hour expired. The party were all,




The time expires. Phonny begins to read his letter. Phonny's letter.

however, very busy, and several minutes elapsed before
either of them spoke.
At length Caroline shut up her book, rose from her
chair, and said,
Come, children, the school is done,--or at least it is
time for the recess."
Wait a minute," said Phonny, "just till I sign my
Yes," said Malleville, and by that time I shall get
through this book; there are only four leaves more."
So Malleville and Phonny continued their studies a
few minutes longer. Then Phonny wished to read his
letter aloud to Caroline. Caroline said that she should
be glad to hear it. She accordingly went to the desk.
Malleville came up too. Phonny read as follows :

'" FRANCONIA, WItednesday Mor ingt.
1 am now at Mr. Keep's. I have got to write
to you about our house burning up last night. The
way it took fire was this. I went up with Malleville
into the garret in the evening to get a piece of string
off my kite-twine. I unwound as much as I wanted,
and then, as I had not any knife or scissors, I burned
it off with the lamp. Then Malleville and I calrni down-
By and by, when it was time for me to go to bed,
and I went up-stairs with Hepzibah, she smelled some-
thing burning. She opened a closet, and there she saw
sparks and embers dropping down from a place above,
where the fire had burned through. The garret was all
on fire. We ran down-stairs calling fire, and the men


Caroline is pleased with it. Phonny folds up his letter.

came, but they could not put it out. It burnt the house
all down and one of the barns.
My half-hour is not quite out, and so I will tell you,
beside, that the men saved the other barn with wet
blankets. We want you to come home as soon as you
Your affectionate friend,

When Phonny had finished reading the letter, he
looked up to Caroline with a smile. Caroline said that
it was a very good letter indeed.
And now, Bronk," said Caroline, you may fold up
your letter and seal it, and put Beechnut's name on the
outside, and then you may come out to play. Eldoranda
and I will go out now and get the playthings ready."
So Phonny proceeded to fold and address his letter,
while Caroline and Malleville went away. Phonny liked
to fold and seal letters, for Beechnut had taught him to
do it, and he could do it well.
Caroline and Malleville went out through the hall into
the yard, and from the yard they went into the garden.
They met Mr. Short there wheeling away weeds in a
wheel-barrow. He was a small man, and bowed down
by age.
Uncle Ben," said Caroline, I have a great mind to
go and take a ride this afternoon, with Phonny and
Yes," said Mr. Short, it is a very pleasant after-
There was a horse in Mr. Keep's barn that Caroline
had the privilege of using whenever she wished to take



Caroline's white horse. Talk with Mr. Short. Letter left on the table.

a ride. The horse was very gentle, and Caroline could
drive him. Ile was a large, white horse, and very strong,
though he would not go very fast.
It is a very pleasant afternoon for a ride," said Caro-
line, only there are some clouds in the sky. Perhaps
there will be a shower."
So saying, Caroline pointed to the west, where there
was a gathering of clouds. The clouds were piled up in
round masses, white above and dark below.
Perhaps it will be pleasanter to walk," said Caroline.
" I have been riding a great deal lately, and I am rather
tired of riding."
Just as you please," said Mr. Short.
I wish Phonny was here," said Caroline, and we
would ask him. Why does he not come ? "
I will go and call him," said Malleville.
So saying, Malleville ran off toward the house, leaving
Caroline with Mr. Short in the garden.
Malleville went into the office, and on her arrival there
she found that Phonny had sealed his letter and ad-
dressed it, and was now waiting for the writing to dry.
Malleville told him that Caroline wanted to see him in
the garden about taking a ride. So Phonny rose from
his desk, and leaving his letter there, went out. Malle-
ville remained a moment to look at the letter.
Malleville could not read the writing on the back of
the letter, for Beechnut's name being, when written out
in full, Antoine Bianchinette, was very hard to read.
The name Boston, too-the place where Beechnut was-
was written below, which made the superscription of the
letter still more complicated. Malleville looked at it all
for a minute or two with a very studious air, and then said,



Malleville's difficulty. Caroline proposes to have some raspberries.

I suppose it means Beechnut, and now I will put it
on the safe."
So saying, she took up the letter, carried it to the safe,
and deposited it there where Caroline said her father
always put his letters, when he had written them. Hav-
ing done this, Malleville ran off into the garden again, to
find Caroline and Phonny.
She found them walking along together, in a pleasant
path with apple-trees and pear-trees on either side, some
growing by themselves and some trained on trellises.
Malleville waPi.ed along with them. Presently they came
to a little grass plat, with a summer-house beyond it,
The summner-house was almost enveloped in shrubbery.
Caroline led the children into the summer-house, and
there they all sat down upon a bench.
I wish the apples and pears were ripe," said Caroline,
" and then I would give you some."
Yes," said Malleville," and you promised us an-apple."
True," said Caroline, but they are not ripe yet.
'lihere are plenty of raspberries, however, if you would
like some."
Phonny and Malleville both said that. they should
like some raspberries very much.
So Caroline led them back to where the old gardener
was at work.
Uncle Ben," said she, "I wish you would go into the
house and bring me out a little sugar and cream. We are
going to have some raspberriess"
And Malleville," continued Caroline, you nily go
with him and bring us out a tin mug to put the rasp-
berries in when we are gathering them."
So Malleville and Uncle Ben went awavy together, and



The tin mug. The rustic table. Supports.

Caroline and Phonny proceeded to another part of the
garden, where the raspberry bushes were. This place was
in a remote part of the garden, round beyond a little grove,
formed by a nursery of young apple-trees. The place was
so secluded that Malleville, when she returned, could not
see, at first, where Caroline and Phonny had gone. So
she called them-very loud. Caroline answered, and
thus Malleville found out where they were.
Caroline directed the children not to eat any of the
raspberries which they gathered, but to put them all into
the tin mug. By pursuing this course, the mug began to
fill up very fast, for the raspberries were very large, and
the bushes were heavily laden with them. At last the
mug was full.
Now," said Caroline, we will go to my stone table."
So saying, she went out from among the rows of rasp-
berry bushes and entered a broad alley. Phonny and
Malleville followed her. Caroline led the way along one
alley after another, until at length she came to a sort of
corner, where, under a little grove of lilac-bushes, there
was a seat, with a large flat stone before it, like a table.
The flat stone was supported at a convenient height to
serve the purpose of a table, by means of square blocks of
stone placed beneath it, one at each end. These stones
were more or less irregular in form, being all in the
natural state in which they had been found in the
pastures, though the upper surface of the table-stone was
very flat, and quite smooth.
The seat at this rustic place of entertainment was of
stone, as well as the table. It was a dark, smooth stone,
oblong in form, and somewhat convex on the upper side.



Preparations made by Uncle Ben. The raspberries and cream.

It made a very good seat,-or at least one sufficiently so
to answer the purpose intended.
The children, as they came up to this table, found that
there was a waiter there, with various articles and uten-
sils upon it, all covered neatly with a large napkin, which
Mr. Short had spread over them. Caroline took the nap-
kin off. The children found, when the napkin was re-
moved, that there were upon the waiter, a cream-pitcher
full of cream, a sugar-bowl full of fine white sugar, three
saucers, and three spoons.
Yes, Uncle Ben," said Caroline. as she surveyed
these preparations, it is all right."

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The feast. Conversation. Plan for a walk.

This address to Uncle Ben, on the part of Caroline,
was of the nature of an apostrophe, for Mr. Short was
not within hearing at the time. He had brought the
waiter, and put it down upon Caroline's table, and he had
then gone back to his work. Caroline immediately
began to pour out the raspberries into the saucers, after
which, the children covered them over with sugar, and
then poured on the cream. Then they proceeded to eat
their fruit very happily together.
The raspberries which the children had gathered were
enough for two saucers full apiece for each of the party,
and when they were all eaten Caroline rose to go.
And what are you going to do with these things P "
said Phonny.
Leave them here," said Caroline. Uncle Ben will
take care of them. And now I think we will go and take
a walk instead of a ride."
The children did not answer. They would both have
preferred to take a ride, but they did not suppose that it
would be polite for them to say so.
You see," said Caroline, if we take a ride, we must
go along the same old road, where we have all been a
thousaird times,-but there is a very pretty place to walk
through the trees on the bank of the river, where I have
never been but once, and I want to go again."
Well," said Malleville, I will go and get my excur-
So Malleville returned to the house to get her box. She
had left it on the piazza. Phonny got his cap, too, and
Caroline her bonnet. They did not go into the office
again, and Phonny forgot all about his letter. Of course,
if he had thought of it, he would have supposed that it


The excursion-box. The winding path. Mr. Keep's letters.

remained safe on the desk where he had left it. He did
not know that Malleville had put it in another place.
When they were all ready, Caroline went into the par-
lour to tell her mother that she was going to take a walk
with Phonny and Malleville, and that she should be back
again at supper time. Then bidding her mother good-
bye, she came out again into the yard, where Phonny and
Malleville were waiting for her. Malleville had her ex-
cursion-box hanging about her neck by its ribbon.
Caroline led the way back into the garden again, and
through the garden to the lower end of it, where there
was a small gate. She opened the gate and let Phonny
and Malleville pass through, and then entered with them
upon a winding path which led down into a wood. What
happened during their walk will be made the subject of
the next chapter.
In the mean time, about an hour after the children
had set out on their walk, Mr. Keep came home. He
hung up his hat in its usual place in the passage-way,
and then went into his office. He found upon the table
several letters which Mr. Short had brought that day
from the post-office. He opened and read them, and then
went to his desk to answer them. He wrote four answers
to his letters,-on four separate sheets of paper. When
these letters were all written, Mr. Keep folded and sealed
them, and put stamps upon them, and then went to put
them on the safe to be ready for Mr. Short to carry to the
As he laid his letters on the safe, he observed the one
which Malleville had put there, and taking it up he
looked at the superscription.
Ah," said he, this looks like Phonny's work. He




Phonny's letter gets sent to the post-office.

has been here this afternoon, I suppose, and has been
writing to Antoine."
So Mr. Keep went back to the table and brought
another stamp, and put it on the corner of Phonny's
About half an hour after this, Mr. Short came into the
room, and taking up the letters that were lying on the
safe, he carried them all to the post-office.


The path leading into the woods. The waterfall



WHEN Caroline and the two children passed out from
the garden through the little gate to commence their walk,
Malleville ran on before the rest down the path. This
path led into a thicket, and thence down into a wooded
dell, at the bottom of which Malleville thought she saw
a brook and a little waterfall. So she ran forward to
view the waterfall. Phonny ran after her; Caroline fol-
lowed more slowly. She had seen the place a great many
When Malleville reached the bottom of the descent,
she found quite a brook running across the path, with a
broad plank placed over it on one side, for a bridge.
Above the bridge was the waterfall. The water fell
about three feet down the face of a rock, between two
banks of beautiful green moss.
Malleville stood upon the plank a few minutes to look
at the waterfall. When Caroline came to the spot
Malleville said to her,
What makes the water run here so all the time ?"
Why there is a brook," said Caroline, "that comes
down here from the hills."
And where does it come from P asked Malleville.
It comes out of the sky, I suppose," said Caroline.
Caroline meant that the water came from the sky.



Talk about the brook. A fox a fox Phonny's disappointment.

Malleville stood still a moment and pictured in her
imagination a small stream like that from the nose of a
pump, coming down out of the sky on the top of a hill
to form the beginning of the brook.
At length she turned round upon the plank and looked
down the stream.
And where does the water go to P said she.
Why this brook," said Caroline, runs down into the
mill-pond. This path will bring us to the shore of the
mill-pond in a little while."
So Caroline walked on, Malleville and Phonny ac-
companying her. The path ascended beyond the brook,
winding along in a very pleasant manner among rocks
and trees.
At length, after walking along for some little distance,
Malleville saw something before her in the path which
looked like a wild animal.
Why Phonny," exclaimed Caroline, look there.
What is that? "
A fox a fox !" cried Phonny, very much excited.
" Hush Caroline see there's a fox !"
"f No, it is not," he added immediately afterward in a
disappointed tone. "' It is nothing but a dog."
The dog looked up a moment at the party of strangers
which he saw coming toward him-standing still while
he did so, in the middle of the path-and then turned
and ran away. The children followed him. The dog
soon came to a fence, and creeping under the fence,
came out into a road.
Why here is a road," said Malleville.
Yes," said Caroline, we are going along that road a

Description of the shore. The boys in the boat.

little way, and then we are going off into the woods
The road led along the bank of what seemed to be a
river. Caroline said, however, that it was not a river, but
a mill-pond. The water was very smooth and still, and
appeared to be very deep. The shores on the opposite
side of the pond were formed of precipices of rock and of
wild and solitary forests, and there were one or two small
islands in view, which appeared like thick masses of
tangled trees and shrubbery growing out of the water.
What a pretty mill-pond," said Malleville.
Yes," said Caroline, "and after we go on by this
road a little farther, we shall find a path that leads along
the shore in a very pleasant place indeed."
The road which the children were walking in, passed
at this point very near the water. There was only a
small bank and a narrow beach between.
The dog ran along before the children in the road a
short distance, and then went down the bank to the
beach, and there looked off upon the water, in a very
earnest manner. Presently he began to whine, and then
he barked. A moment afterward the children heard the
sound of a shrill whistle coming from behind the nearest
island. Next they heard voices in that direction, and
soon afterward a boat appeared with three boys in it.
One of the boys began to call to the dog.
The dog ran this way and that, stopping occasionally
to look earnestly out upon the water, and whining all the
time, as if very anxious to get to the boat.
I suppose that is Rodolphus in that boat," said Malle-




The boat lands. The children pass over a wall. The walk.

No," said Phonny, Rodolphus is not there."
The children remained standing upon the bank a few
minutes, looking sometimes at the dog upon the shore
before them, and sometimes at the boat and the boys on
the water, to see what the boys would do. The boat
gradually approached the shore. When they came near,
the boys called to the dog continually, endeavouring to
induce him to swim out to them through the water. But
the dog was not a water dog, and did not dare to come.
At last the boat touched the land. Then one of the
boys jumped out upon the beach, and taking up the dog
under his arm, he stepped back into the boat again. The
dog was of a light brown colour, and he had a long
bushy tail, so that it is not at all surprising that Phonny
at first mistook him for a fox.
As soon as the boys had got the dog in the boat, they
rowed away from the shore again, and then Caroline
Come Now we will go on."
So the party walked along the road together. In a
short time the road turned off from the shore, and then
Caroline led the way to a place where one or two stones
had been taken out from the top of the stone wall, so as
to make it easy to get over.
Here is where we are to go," said she.
So she climbed over the wall, and then helped Malle-
ville and Phonny over. Beyond the wall there was a
path. It led through and among tangled thickets of
bushes and trees, but still, as the path itself, though very
tortuous, was continuous and unimpeded, the children
got along in it very well. The land, so far as they could
see through the woods and thickets, rose very steep on



The dog in the boat. Romantic pathway. Rocks and precipices.

the right, while it descended on the left, toward the mill-
pond. In fact, the children could often see the surface
of the water in that direction, through the openings of
the trees.
The hill on the right hand appeared to grow steeper and
steeper, as the children went on, until finally it became a
mass of rocks and precipices, shaded and overhung every-
where with dense thickets of evergreen trees. The path
came out too nearer the shore of the pond, so that for
some distance the children, as they walked along, had an
unobstructed view of the water. They saw the boat
with the boys in it coasting along the rocky shore be-
neath them. The dog was standing in the bow of the
boat, with his feet upon one of the thwarts, and look-
ing eagerly about in every direction, as if enjoying the
I wish we were in that boat," said Phonny.
Oh no," said Malleville, "I should not dare to go
in it."
The boat, though it was going in the same direction
with the children, soon disappeared behind a point of
land which projected into the pond at a short distance
before them. Caroline and her party accordingly went
on. They found the path more and more picturesque
and romantic as they proceeded. There were great
precipices here and there, with beautiful flowers growing
in the interstices of the rocks, and tall firs and pines over-
hanging them from above. At intervals too there were
deep glens and ravines extending back among the preci-
pices, in each of which a little rill of water came gurgling
down among the moss and the roots at the bottom of the
dell. There were a great many rocks lying here and



Climbing places. The tall ferns.

there, and shelving projections from the precipices,
formed with broken stratifications at the sides of them,
by means of which it was easy to climb up, and with flat
surfaces at the top, where it was easy to stand. The
children ascended a great many of these elevations,
partly for the sake of the new views which they thus ob-
tained of the surrounding scenery, and partly because it
was a pleasure in itself to be up so high.
All this scenery seemed to the children extremely grand
and sublime, much more so even than it would have ap-
peared to grown persons, if grown persons had been there.
For as we necessarily and instinctively compare the mag-
nitude of objects around us with our own size, it follows
that a tree or a rock that is fifty feet high, appears to a
child who is three feet high, as tall and large as one of a
hundred feet would to a man of six. So a shelving-rock
as high as a man's head, appears to a man who passes by
it as nothing extraordinary. It is only a leaning wall,-
one which he looks down upon. The child, on the other
hand, creeps under it, and Idoks up with a species of awe
to what is to him a dangerous precipice. In the same
manner, if there were such a being as a giant as tall as a
mountain, the mountain would, of course, appear to him
only as a little hillock as high as his head.
Thus it happened that in this walk the trees, and
rocks, and precipices, and glens, imposing as they would
have appeared to any one, presented to the children, and
especially to Malleville, an aspect in the highest degree
grand and sublime.
In many places the path passed through beds of fern
or of tall grass, which brushed the dresses of the children
as they passed along, but this did no harm, as the grass



Dew. Caroline's opinion. Low places. The cart-path. The cove.

and herbage were all perfectly dry. When going through
some of these places, Caroline said that it would be very
pleasant to come and take that walk some morning at
sunrise, if it were not for the dew-
It would not be possible for us to come along here,"
she said, in the morning, or after a shower. Malleville
would get wet through, up to her shoulders."
This was really true, for the ferns in one place which
she had to go through, were so high that the topmost
fronds brushed Malleville's shoulders as she walked along
between them,-so rank and tall had they grown. Of
course, these ferns appeared as tall to Malleville as they
would have seemed to a man if they had been as high as
corn in a corn-field.
There were some spots of low ground, too, in many
places which the children had to pass. It was evident
that these were places where water would usually stand
in wet weather and after rains, but they were all pretty
dry now, and the children got over them without any
At last the children arrived at a sort of cart-path
which came down through the woods in a little valley,
and led to the shore of a pond at a place vrhere there ap-
peared to be a sort of landing. There was a cove here,
that is, a little indentation in the shore forming a bay.
Some logs, such as are cut in the woods to be sawn into
boards, were floating in the cove. The children crossed
this cart-path, and ascending a little beyond it, they came
to a place among the rocks where there was a smooth
wall on one side and an overhanging precipice behind,
which formed a sort of roof. Malleville immediately ran
to this place, saying that it was a house. There were



A grotto. Overhanging rock. The boat again.

some flat stones on the ground under the overhanging
rock. Malleville sat down upon one of them, and Caro-
line and Phonny following her to the place, sat down too.
There is the boat again," said Malleville, pointing out
upon the water. "They are coming in toward the
Caroline and Phonny both looked in the direction
that Malleville indicated, and there they saw the boat
coming rapidly toward the shore. The boat was pointed
toward the little landing where the cart-path terminated
on the shore of the water.
I wonder what they are going to do ?" said Phonny.
We will see," said Caroline.
When the boat came to the shore the boys stepped out
upon the sand. The dog jumped out too. The boys, as
soon as they saw Caroline and her party sitting under the
rocks, paused a moment and looked toward them, saying
something to themselves which the children could not
hear. A moment afterward they turned to the boat again
and began to draw it up upon the sand.
Phonny and Malleville were much interested in watch-
ing the operation by which the boys drew the boat out of
the water. One of them took the rope which was
fastened to the bows of the boat, and passing it over his
shoulder he walked forward, tugging away with all his
might. The other boys stood at the sides of the boat,
and taking hold of the cleats within, which passed along
just under the gunwale, lifted and carried, and thus they
moved the boat along.
When they had got it well up out of the water they all
three took hold of the side of the boat and turned it
over. The boat was light, and the work of turning it


The boys pull the boat up upon the land. Their warning.

over seemed to be very easily performed. When the boat
was thus turned upside down, one of the boys tied the
painter, that is, the rope fastened at the bows of the boat,
to a stake which was driven into the ground near by.
The boys went through all these operations in a hur-
ried manner, as if they were eager to get away, and as
soon as the boat was secured in the mode above described,
they all set off walking very rapidly up the cart-path into
the woods. The dog ran on before them. One of the
boys turned toward Caroline and her party as he went
along, and after hesitating a moment he called out to
them, saying,
If you don't look out you will get a wetting."
He then went on, and in a moment more they all dis-
What does he mean ?" said Phonny.
I am sure I don't know," said Caroline.
"Perhaps he means that it is going to rain," suggested
Caroline looked up to the sky. It happened, however,
that at the place where the children were sitting, but a
very small part of the sky could be seen. The part
which was visible was toward the east, which was the di-
rection in which the faces of the children were turned as
they sat in their grotto. The west was behind them, and
the whole sky in that direction was concealed by the
rocks and precipices, and by the lofty firs and pines which
overhung the place where the children were sitting.
There were no clouds to be seen in that part of the
sky which was open to their view. Caroline, however,
stepped out from under the rocks and looked upward
into the zenith. She saw a fringe of dark and angry-




A shower coming.

It thunders,

looking clouds slowly
the sky.

advancing to the western part of

K, ,;4'/~

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I am afraid there is going to be a shower," said
Never mind," said Phonny, if there should be, we
have a good house to stay in until it is over."
Yes," said Malleville.
Just then there was heard a long, low, rumbling sound
as of distant thunder.
It thunders," said Malleville, much alarmed. There
is going to be a thunder-shower I verily believe. Let us
run home as fast as we can."



Drops falling. Breezes. The lightning.

No," said Caroline, we should not have time to get
home; it is more than a mile. We must stay here till
the shower is over."
So saying she held out her hand and felt some drops
fall upon it.
It is beginning now," said she.
She had scarcely spoken these words before they all
heard a sudden pattering of drops upon the trees of the
forest above and around them, and immediately after-
ward a gust of wind began to blow, exhibiting its effects,
first in the sudden waving of the branches of the trees all
about the place where the children were sitting, and then
by the ruffling and darkening of the surface of the pond,
as the breezes, coming down from the hills, went scud-
ding over the water.
There is going to be a shower," said Caroline, I
truly believe. But we have got a good shelter, and we
will stay in it till it is over."
And what shall we do then P" said Malleville. "It
will be so wet everywhere that we cannot get home."
I don't know what we shall do," said Caroline, we
will see."
In the mean time the rain fell faster and faster, and the
distant peals of thunder became more frequent. At length
a flash of lightning was seen, and soon afterward a loud
crash was heard in the sky, at a little distance behind
where the children were sitting. Phonny said that he
expected it struck something.
Well," said Caroline, if it did, it can't strike us very
well, under all thels, rocks, that is a comfort."
The lightning came much nearer to striking them,
however, than they had imagined that it would. For



The lightning strikes a great pine-tree. Children terrified,

only a few minutes after Caroline had spoken, an enorm-
ous pine, which grew on the summit of the precipice,
only a very little distance from the place where the chil-
dren had sought refuge, became the mark which the
thunderbolt chose for its aim in coming from the clouds
to the ground. The tree was split through at the trunk,
near the ground, and the top fell over the precipice to the
shore below. It came down very near to the place where
the children were sitting. The crash with which it fell
would have been dreadful, had it not been that the sound
of it was drowned by the loud rattling of the thunder,
which continued to roll and reverberate in every part of
the sky, long after the tree was still.
The children were all very much frightened at this catas-
trophe. Malleville and Phonny screamed aloud with
terror, and were going to jump up and run away from
their shelter, though the rain, which had been descend-
ing in torrents for some time, now poured down faster
than ever.
"' Sit still," said Caroline, this is the safest place
for us."
No," said Malleville, all excited and trembling, "let
us go away from here. The lightning will strike us if we
stay here."
No, it won't," said Caroline. Sit still, the lightning
cannot strike through all these rocks."
Well, then, the trees will fall down upon our heads,"
said Malleville.
Not if we stay here," said Caroline. They may if
we go out. It is better to stay here."
Phonny and Malleville submitted to this decision,
though it was with fear and trembling. Caroline talked


Caroline's composure. Black cloud. The chain-lightning.

with them continually, to amuse their minds and to allay
their fears. She soon told them that the violence of the
storm was passed, and this proved really to be the case ;
for the cloud from which the thunder and lightning, and
the wind and rain, proceeded, was now passing away to-
ward the eastward, over the water of the pond. In a
short time, the rain fell in such quantities from the clouds
over the pond that the opposite shores were wholly hid-
den. At this period, too, the great cloud itself, in all its
blackness and terror, was fully exhibited to their view, as
it lay expanding itself over the whole eastern sky. The
children could see also chains of forked lightning darting
to and fro upon the face of the cloud, from time to time,
each one followed at brief intervals with a rolling peal of
The shower is passing away," said Caroline.
No," said Malleville, I think the lightning is grow-
ing brighter and brighter."
That is only because we can see the cloud plainer
now," said Caroline. It does not rain so fast, and the
thunder does not sound so loud. Besides, it begins to
look brighter over our heads."
Phonny and Malleville reached their heads out from
under the shelter of the rocks as far as they dared, to see
the sky; but the drops came down so fast from the leaves
of the trees above them, that they could not see. So they
came back again into their retreat.
But I don't see how we are to get home," said Phonny,
Nor I," said Caroline.
Perhaps somebody will come after us," said Phonny.
Nobody knows where we are," said Caroline.



Perplexity about getting home. Plan of going home in the boat.

We can't walk home the way we came," said Phonny,
"the grass and bushes will be so wet."
That is true," said Caroline.
And besides," continued Phonny, there will be ever
so many pools of water in all the low places, and Malle-
ville can never get over them."
I know it," said Caroline, and I am sure I don't
know what we shall do."
I suppose that that cart-path might be more open,-
where the boys went,"-said Phonny, after a little re-
flection. Perhaps we could get along in that."
We don't know," said Caroline. It might be, and
it might not be. Besides, we don't know where it goes
to. It might take us farther away from home than we
are now."
Let's go in the boat!" said Phonny, in a joyful tone,
as if struck with a sudden and happy thought.
Well," said Caroline, "that's a plan."
If we can only get it turned over," said Phonny. I
don't see what they turned it bottom upward for."
That was to keep it from getting full of water, I sup-
pose," said Caroline, in the shower. It is better for us
that they did,-that is, provided we can get it back again,
for now it is all dry inside."
Let us go down and try," said Phonny.
Not yet," said Caroline. It has not yet done
Drops were indeed still falling, though many of them,
as Phonny said, came from the leaves of the trees. Still
the rain had not yet wholly ceased. The sky, however,
began to look very bright overhead, and soon a broad
and beautiful rainbow begin to appear on the clouds



The children go down to the boat.

that lay in the eastern sky. Not long after this the sun
broke forth, and the rain was obviously over. The
children then all came out of their retreat, following
Caroline, who took the lead of them, and stepping care-
fully on stones to avoid the- wet grass, they went down
toward the boat.


Plans for turning up the boat. Fruitless efforts.



TiE whole party, through the judgment and skill
which Caroline exercised in choosing the way, succeeded
in reaching the boat without getting wet. When they
arrived at the spot, however, they stood by the side of the
boat, and looked down upon it with something of a de-
spairing air. It looked very heavy.
We never can lift it in the world," said Caroline.
Let us try," said Phonny.
So they all took hold of the side of the boat, stooping
down low for this purpose. At the word of command
from Caroline, they all began to lift. The boat moved a
little in its place, but did not rise in the least from the sand.
No," said Caroline.
Let us try once more," said Phonny.
So they tried again, but their efforts were as fruitless as
No," said Phonny, we can't lift it; and besides, it
would not do any good if we could turn it over, for we
cannot go home in it."
No," said Caroline, "but we can get out of this
wilderness in it. The mill-pond goes to the mill, and if
we can get there, we can get home by the road."
Yes," said Phonny, so we could. I wish the boat
was not so heavy."


The children get a pry. They succeed in turning over the boat.

Could not we pry it over ? said Caroline.
"Yes," said Phonny, "if we only had a pry."
As Phonny said this, Caroline put. her hand under the
boat at the end, and took hold of the handle of an oar.
She pulled the oar out, saying,
This oar will do for a pry."
Caroline presently pulled out another oar. The chil-
dren immediately began to use these oars for pries.
Phonny took one and Caroline the other. They had
considerable difficulty at first in getting the oars under
the edge of the boat, in such a wavy as to get them, as
Phonny expressed it, "' to take a hold." They, however,
at length succeeded, and the side of the boat began
slowly to rise. As fast as they got the edge of the boat
up Malleville would keep it up by putting st-ones under.
By pt'ie int perseverance in this course,-both Phonny
and Caroline stopping oc(a;siona;lly in their prying to help
Malleville in the blockii g up,--t e children succeeded at
length in raising the edge of the boat that was farthest
from the water, nearly a foot from the ground.
"Now," said Phon ylt, "I believe we can hlceave it over
with our hands."
So they all took hold again with their hands.. They
succeeded in lifting it, and by one vigorous efrrl they
raised it up so high that. it rolled over and c.ni e right
side. up, all ready to be launched into the water.
The launching was not very difficult, for the boat, in
the process of being turiine over, was rolled out so fir
that about half the length of it was already in the water.
Phonny untied the painter, and they all took hold of the
how of tie boat and pushed it into the cove. There w;as
a log upon the shore near by, which formed a sort of



Differences between a paddle and an oar.

wharf or pier, from which the passengers for this in-
tended voyage could embark. Phonny drew up the boat
alongside of this log, and Malleville and Caroline, walk-
ing out upon it a little way, at length safely stepped on
Now," said Phonny, I '11 push off."
Not yet," said Caroline. Let us see how we had
better sit."
After some debate, it was concluded that as there were
two oars and a paddle belonging to the boat, it would be
best for Malleville and Phonny to row, and for Caroline
to paddle and steer. There is a great difference between
a paddle and an oar, both in form and in the manner of
using them. A paddle is short, and the blade is broad,
and it is generally used by a person sitting in the stern
of the boat, and looking the way the boat is going. An
oar, on the other hand, is long. It rests, when employed
in rowing, upon the side of the boat, in what is called the
row lock, or between the thole pins, and the person who
rows with it sits with his back to the bow or forward part
of the boat, so that he has to turn partly round and look
over his shoulder when he wishes to see where he is go-
ing. When, however, there is a person to sit in the stern
to steer, it is not necessary for the oarsman to look round
in this manner, for the helmsman at the stern with the
paddle, keeps a good lookout ahead, and steers the boat
where it ought to go.
There is a great difference, too, between oars and pad-
dles in respect to the circumstances in which they can
be most conveniently employed. A boat can be pro-
pelled faster with oars than with paddles, though as the
former extend laterally so far, they require a considerable



Advantages of oars-of paddles. Malleville's rowing.

breadth of water in order to be advantageously used.
For narrow and tortuous channels, paddles are much the
most convenient. Indians use paddles, therefore, on rivers
and small streams, while the boats of great merchant ships
and men-of-war in broad harbours or at sea are always
propelled by oars.
Both Caroline and Phonny had often been in boats be-
fore, though they had had but very little experience in the
practical management of them. Malleville, of course,
knew nothing at all on the subject. She took her seat
where Caroline directed her, and put her hands upon
the handle of the oar, and when Phonny, who had also
taken his place upon one of the thwarts with an oar




The children set off in the boat. Slow progress. Malleville's observations.

in his hands, began to row, she attempted to imitate his
motions, but she was very unsuccessful in these attempts.
The blade of her oar would always go up in the air,
when she attempted to put it down into the water, and
when it was down in the water it would stay in, notwith-
standing all her efforts to get it out. In fine, it soon
appeared that Malleville's oar only impeded the motion
of the boat, and so Caroline directed her to take it in.
Malleville was very unwilling to do this, but she finally
consented; and so Phonny took in her oar and laid it
down into the bottom of the boat.
Of course, a boat propelled by one oar and one paddle
must make very slow and very uncertain progress, and
Caroline soon began to feel much discouraged. She said
she did not believe that they should ever be able to get
to the mill. In fact, in getting out from the cove and
away from the shore, the boat seemed determined to
go round and round, without going forward at all.
Very soon, however, both Phonny and Caroline learned
better how to manage their respective implements, and
they soon began to move along in quite a scientific
We had better keep pretty near the shore," said
Caroline, all the way."
Yes," said Phonny, I think so too."
Where the water is not very deep," said Caroline.
"Yes," said Phonny.
It is pretty deep here," said Malleville. So saying,
Malleville leaned over the gunwale of the boat, where
her oar had rested while she had been rowing, and looked
down into the water.
I can see a great rock on the bottom," said she;-



Great rock. The snake Disagreement. Slow and toilso-ne progress.

and now it is all sand-and there is a fish,-he is run-
ning awn y,-now he is out of sight."
That. 's right," said Phonny, "keep a good look-out
down in the water, and let us know what you see."
Malleville expressed her willingness to comply with
this request, and was proceeding to describe to Phonny
what she saw upon the bottom of the pond, when she
suddenly exclaimed, in a tone of great astonishment:
"' Oh Phonny! here is a great snake on the bottom, all
twisLinrg and curling."
Where ? said Phonny, eagerly, let me see." So
Phonny stopped rowing, and looked over Malleville's side
of the boat, to the place where Malleville pointed.
See !" said Malleville, "see there."
Nonsense," said Phonny, "it is nothing but an old
root." By this time the boat had got by the place, so Phonny
resumed his position, and went on with his rowing.
"No, Phonny," said Malleville, "it could not be a root,
for I saw it twisting and squirming."
The waving motion which Malleville had observed was
only an appai-ent motion, produced by the rippling of
the water.
Phonny insisted that it was a root, and spoke, moreover,
so contemptiuously of the idea that it could be anything
else, that Malleville was offended, and would not tell him
of anything more that she saw.
The mill-pond on which our party were making their
slow and toilsome voyage, \;as quite large, being more
than a mile long, and in many places from half to three
fourths of a mile wide. The cove where the children
had embarked was very nearly a mile from the mill.
After going along in the manner we have described for


Caroline proposes to land. Malleville's provisions. Seats on the stones.

about one-third of this distance, the boat came opposite to
one of the islands which have been already spoken of. By
this time both Phonny and Caroline had become some-
what tired of their work. The shore of the little island
looked very inviting, and the idea suddenly occurred to
Caroline that it might be a good plan to land there as
they went by and take a little rest.
So she drew her paddle in, and laying it down by her
side in the boat, she took out her watch. It was a very
beautiful little watch, in gold and enamel.
Half-past five o'clock," said she. "We shall not get
home in time for supper. Malleville, have not you got
something for us to eat in your box ? "
Yes," said Malleville, I have got two turnovers.
There is just one for you and one for Phonny and I.'"
On hearing this Caroline at once decided to land upon
the island and have supper. She accordingly with her
paddle turned the head of the boat toward the shore and
soon ran it upon the strand.
The two children got out first, and then Caroline fol-
lowed. She called upon Phonny to tie the painter in
the most secure manner possible, since it would be an
awful thing for the boat to float away and leave them
on that uninhabited island. When Phonny had fastened
the boat according to Car6line's directions, she led her
party up on the shore, and found a seat for them upon
some smooth stones which were lying there. They
could not go upon the grass, for the grass was everywhere
wet from the effects of the shower.
The sun shone in upon them where they sat, from
among a magnificent group of golden clouds that were
now floating in the western sky. The sun was still quite
r 2



Caroline's drollery. Eating supper. Plays.

high, though it was drawing toward the horizon. The even-
ing was delightful. The grass and the trees were every-
where glittering with the drops of rain which hung upon
them, and the surface of the water was resplendent with
the reflected magnificence of the sky.
But besides the beauty of the evening and of the scenery,
the children enjoyed another very prolific source of plea-
sure while they were eating their supper, in the lively
and amusing conversation with which Caroline enter-
tained them all the time. She was perfectly grave and
sober herself in all that she said, but she made Malleville
and Phonny laugh continually by the drollery of her
remarks, and the singularity and oddity of her im-
aginings. At one time she would pretend that they
were shipwrecked mariners, cast away upon a desolate
island. She was the captain of the vessel, and Phonny
and Malleville her
sailors, while the boat
represented their ship
driven up by the storm
high and dry upon the
shore. At another time
she herself was Robin-
son Crusoe, on the is-
land of Juan Fernan-
dez, Phonny being
her man Friday, and
,_ Malleville the goat;
and while acting in
-- this capacity she sent
Phonny at one time to
set up an oar upon the



Phonny's flag-staff. A handkerchief for a flag. Sail-boat coming.

beach, with a handkerchief tied to the end of the blade
of it, as a signal, she said, for any ship that might chance
to pass near their island to come and rescue them.
Phonny made the oar stand upright, in using it thus for
a flagstaff, by placing stones around it at the foot. The
handkerchief which was to serve for the flag, was tied
to the blade of the oar before the oar was raised, and as
there was a gentle wind at the time, it spread itself out
and fluttered in the breeze as soon as Phonny had
elevated it, as if it had been a veritable signal.
At length, after spending about half an hour upon the
island, Caroline said that it was time for them to re-embark
and proceed on their voyage. So she directed Phonny
to go and take down the oar. Phonny proceeded to do
so, when suddenly Malleville pointed to something at a
distance on the water, and said,
See, Caroline, there is a ship coming."
Caroline looked in the direction which Mallevile indi-
cated, and to her surprise she saw what appeared to be a
small sail-boat coming toward them.
Phonny, what is that ? said she.
"Hi-yo!" said Phonny, "there comes a sail-boat."
The three voyagers stood for a few minutes gazing in
silence at the unexpected sight. The boat appeared to
be a small one, and the sail was of a very simple con-
struction. It advanced rapidly, however, as there was a
very pleasant evening breeze, and it seemed to be coming
directly toward the island.
I wonder who it can be," said Caroline.
I expect it is some men from the mill," said Phonny.
" That is the kind of boat they have at the mill."
Phonny was right in his conjecture. The boat was



Conversation with the mill-men. Taking in tow.

what is called a canoe, such as the mill-men used in work-
ing about the booms and dam. It was not originally de-
signed to carry a sail, but the men had rigged a sort of
sail to it, and having rowed to the upper end of the
pond, upon some of their business, before the shower,
they were now returning, and as the wind was favourable
they had hoisted their sail. They had observed the
Robinson Crusoe signal which Phonny had raised, and
were now coming to the island to see who were there.
They came up pretty near the place where the children
were standing on the beach, and then took in their sail,
which, as it was small and light, could be furled in a
Are you in any difficulty ? said one of the men.
Yes," said Caroline. We got caught out in the
shower, and we are trying to get to the mill in our boat."
Here the men talked with each other a minute or two
in an under-tone. They spoke so low that the children
could not hear what they said. At last one of the men
turned his face toward the party on the shore again and
Well, get on board your boat and give us the painter,
and we'll take you in tow."
Caroline did not know precisely what was meant by
taking in tow, though Phonny understood the phraseology
sufficiently well to know what he was to do. He took
down the flag and put the oar on board- He unfastened
the painter, and held the bow of the boat while Caroline
and Malleville got in. He then pushed the boat off from
the shore and leaped in himself, as soon as he had set it
in motion. In the mean time Caroline had resumed her
seat in the stern, and had taken up the paddle.



Caroline and her party have a sail. The village. The line cast off.

Now send her ahead," said Phonny, "right toward
the other boat."
So Caroline paddled as well as she could, and suc-
ceeded in propelling her boat slowly in the direction of
the sail-boat. As soon as Phonny could reach, he gave
the end of the painter to one of the men in the sail-boat,
and the man fastened it there in some way or other. His
comrades then hoisted the sail, and thus the wind carried
both boats on together.
Caroline and her party had a delightful sail. They had
nothing to do now but to sit upon the seats and enjoy the
gentle motion of the boat as it glided smoothly and noise-
lessly through the water. The men in the sail-boat
turned around occasionally to look at them, and some-
times asked them questions in respect to their being
caught out in the shower. Excepting this, the parties in
both boats sailed along in silence most of the way. Ca-
roline and the children in fact began to feel somewhat
tired, for they had been out now a long time, and had
passed through such a variety of excitements that they
seemed glad of a little rest.
At length they came in sight of the village, and of the
mill standing at the border of it, near the stream. The
men seemed to be steering the sail-boat directly toward
the mill. The breeze was fresh, and the boats glided along
very rapidly through the water, and at length began to
draw quite near. Caroline was looking out toward the
shore, wondering where the men were going to land,
when suddenly one of the men who was seated in the
stern of the sail-boat, untied the painter of the children's
boat and cast it off into the water, saying, at the same


Boat adrift. Fear of going over the dam. The landing.

There is your painter. Now you must take care of
As he said this, he put down his helm and the sail-boat
swept round in a grand circle toward the other side of
the pond, leaving Caroline and her party in their boat to
drift wherever the current might carry them. There was
not much current, it is true, though there was a gentle
motion apparent on the surface of the water, tending to-
ward the dam.
Take care," said Phonny, we shall be carried over
the dam."
No," said Caroline, the water is not deep enough on
the dam to carry us over, even if we go down to it."
However, notwithstanding this assurance, Caroline did
not seem inclined to run the risk of being carried over
the dam, for she directed Phonny to put out his oar and
row, while she plied her paddle very vigorously. Phonny,
in his trepidation, began first to row the wrong way, and
then Malleville took hold to help him, which only hin-
dered him, so the boat went more than half round before
the young navigators could get command of its motions.
At length, however, they succeeded, and gradually pro-
pelled it to the shore.
There was a little landing by the mill, at a place near
the flume, where the water went in through a grating to
turn the great water-wheel. Caroline directed the boat
to this landing. When it touched the sand, Phonny got
out and held the boat by the bow until the other voyagers
had disembarked. They then secured the boat by tying
the painter to a post which had been set in the ground
there, expressly for such uses.
There was a path leading from this landing to a door



Going into the mill. Shoes dry. Rodolphus in the mill.

in the lower part of the mill. As soon as the boat was
fastened, Caroline led the way along this path, saying, as
she went,
Now, children, be very careful and not step where
there is any wet grass."
Caroline opened the door, and went into the mill. The
others followed her, and then she looked down at her
shoes, and also at those of Malleville and Phonny, to see
if they were wet. The shoes and dresses of all three ap-
peared as nice and dry as when they first left home.
Now," said Caroline, let us go up-stairs, and see if
we can find Rodolphus."
So Caroline led the way to the back part of the room,
where there was a broad flight of stairs leading to an
apartment above. There was a great rumbling noise of
wheels and machinery in the mill, and Malleville was a
little afraid; but she went boldly on, taking hold, all the
time, of Phonny's hand, and keeping as near as possible
to Caroline. At the head of the stairs was a door. They
opened the door and came out into the main room of the
mill, where all the grinding was going on.
They found Rodolphus here, busy in pouring some corn
into a great hopper. Caroline went to him and told him
how they had been caught in the shower. She was
obliged to talk very loud, to make Rodolphus hear, on ac-
count of the noise which was made by the machinery.
She concluded by asking Rodolphus if he knew of any-
body there, that they could send home, to tell Uncle Ben
where they were, and to ask him to come for them in a
There is a man here with a wagon," said Rodolphus,



Mrs. Keep's anxiety. Her conversation with Mr. Keep.

and he will lend it to me to carry you home, while his
grist is grinding."
Bit who will tend the grinding then ?" said Phonny.
Oh, he will tend it himself," said Rodolphus.
So Rodolphus went and spoke to the man, and in a
few minutes returned, and reported that the man said
they might have his wagon and welcome.
And I will go and drive you," said Rodolphus.
So Rodolphus went into a little room in a corner of the
mill, and took off his miller's frock and put on his jacket.
Then he went out and got the wagon, and brought it up
to the door. He helped the children in, and then got in
himself, taking his seat on a small box, which was in the
front part of the wagon. When all wa-.s thus ready, he
drove off through the village.
In the mean time, at Mr. Keep's house, when the great
shower came on and Mrs. Keep found that Caroline and
the children did not return, she felt a great deal of so-
licitude about them. She went, into her husband's office,
where Mr. Keep was busy writing, to speak to him
about it.
Husband," said she, "I am afraid the children have
got in to some difficulty."
Yes," said Mr. Keep, I presuime they ha\v-."
What shall we do ?" said Mrs. Keep.
I don't know that there is anything that we can do,"
replied Mr. Keep. They will come home by-and-by,
all drenched with the rain, that's all. There is no other
way with such a girl as Caroline, but to let her learn by
her own experience."
But I am afraid that they have got into some serious


Mr. Keep's composure. The children come home.

trouble," said Mrs. Keep. Would it not be best to send
for them ? "
I don't know where we could send," said Mr. Keep.
" We can't tell where they have gone. If you think it best,
however, I will go and see if I can find anything of them.
But I presume that they have run in somewhere out of
the rain, and will come home by-and-by, safe enough,
only they will, undoubtedly, be muddy and wet from
head to foot."
Mrs. Keep was satisfied that it would do no good to
send for the children, but she felt quite uneasy neverthe-
less, and went continually to the door, to see if they were
coming. She was at last greatly relieved, at seeing Ro-
dolphus drive up with them in the wagon, and at finding
that they were as dry and as clean as if there had been
no shower at all.



Beechnut in Boston. His plans for going home.



ON the morning of the third day after Phonny wrote
his composition-letter describing the imaginary fire, which
was sent to the post-office by mistake, Beechnut on look-
ing out from his window at the hotel where he was lodg-
ing in the city, saw that it was raining fast. The first
gong had already sounded. In half an hour the gong
would sound again, he knew, for breakfast. He dressed
himself, thinking, while thus employed, about the busi-
ness which he had still to do in the city, and considering
whether the rain would prevent his finishing it, and setting
out for home the next day, as he had intended to do. He
came to the conclusion that he might perhaps get through
with his business notwithstanding the storm.
Immediately after breakfast he took his umbrella and
went out into the street, intending, first of all, according
to his usual custom, to go to the post-office. His hotel was
at some distance from the post-office. As he came out
upon the side-walk from the door of the hotel, he said to
himself, thinking,
Let me see,-shall I walk to the post-office or take an
omnibus ? Let me calculate a little. My board at the
hotel is two dollars a day. My time in Franconia is
worth to Mrs. Henry say one dollar more. So that every
day that I stay in Boston, costs her three dollars. Now



A curious calculation. The omnibus. The boy in the omnibus.

how many business hours in a day are there here? I
will call it six. Thus every day that I stay here my
time costs Mrs. Henry fifty cents an hour. The price of
a ride is six cents, the eighth part of half a dollar. There-
fore I had better ride whenever I can save an eighth part
of an hour by it: and that I can do now."
So saying, Beechnut held up his finger to the driver
of an omnibus which just then came passing by. The
driver reined up his horses, and Beechnut got in.
An omnibus is a long carriage with a door and steps
leading to it behind. The seats within are along the
sides. There are windows too along the sides, but no doors.
When Beechnut got into the omnibus he found that it
was full of passengers, all excepting one seat near the
door, and that seat was occupied by a small boy who was
kneeling up upon it, in order that he might look out
the window. It was a warm morning though rainy, and
the window was open, the wind being on the other side.
Omnibuses in cities are almost always full in rainy
weather, since many people who like to walk when it is
pleasant, are very glad to ride when it rains. This is
particularly true in New York, where in rainy weather it
is sometimes almost impossible to get a place in an
omnibus, or, as they often call it there, a 'bus. One day
when Beechnut and Phonny were in New York together,
and were coming up Broadway in an omnibus, both being
j:alrin e up in very close quarters in it, in one corner,
Beechnut amused Phonny by describing the state of
things thus :

On every wet and. rainy day,
They ciowd the 'busses in 13 roadway,
Against all rule;


Beechnut's poetry. The boy looks out at the window.

And sometimes when 'tis very showery,
Even the rail cars in the Bowery,
Get more than full.
Phonny had been very impatient and fretful under the
pressure which he endured, but after hearing Beechnut's
poetry he became much more good-natured about it.
But to return to the story. A woman who sat next to
the boy who was kneeling upon the seat, and who seemed
to have the care of him, took hold of him to take him
down, in order to make room for Beechnut when she saw
him coming in. But Beechnut prevented her.
Let him stay," said he. He likes to look out the
window, and I shall have room."
So Beechnut crowded into the place that was left, be-
tween the boy and the end of the seat near the door,
leaving the boy kneeling where he was, on the seat.
The omnibus stopped from time to time as it passed
along the street, and various people got out. At last it
reached the street which led down to the post-office.
Beechnut pulled the string. The omnibus stopped. The
wo man took the child down from the sent, and prepared
to get out of the omnibus. Beechnut stepped down first,
and spread his umbrella. Then he helped the boy down,
and afterward the woman. He held his umbrella over
them until they reached the side-walk, for the omnibus
had stopped in the middle of the street. The woman
was young, and she had a very pleasant countenance, but
she was very plainly dressed. She thanked Beechnut
for his kindness, and then spread her nt n umbrella over
herself and her boy, and Beechnut walked away.
Beechnut went down a broad and str;iight sir-ct, lined
on both sides with magnificent buildings, and leading to-


Beechnut goes down State Street. The post-office. The delivery.

ward the water. He could see the masts of the ships and
other vessels that were lying at the wharves, at the lower
end of the street. After passing several granite blocks,
consisting of buildings occupied by banks and insurance
offices, he came at length to a great door through which
a multitude of people were going and coming. Beechnut
went in. He found himself in a long and wide passage-
way, crowded with people. A greatV many were going in.
A great many others were coming out. Those that
were coming out, generally had newspapers or letters in
their hands. The floor of the building was of stone, and
it was extremely wet, being drenched with the drippings
of innumerable umbrellas.
Beechnut went on, and at length came to a place where
the passage-way widened, and where there was a large
iron stairway leading to apartments above. Beyond this
stairway he passed by a long range of sashes with glass
in them like windows,-and on the inside of the sashes,
in a room within, were a great many little boxes or
pigeon-holes, filled with letters. These were the boxes of
the merchants and other residents of Boston-the plan
being to put the letters of each merchant, when the
mails came in, into his box, and then he could tell by
looking through the window, from the passage-way, when
there were any letters for him. Beechnut, of course, had
no box, and so he went on to another place to get his
He came at length to a place beyond the boxes, where
there were three small niches or recesses, with a window
in each of them. Over the first of these recesses were
painted several letters of the alphabet, namely, those from
A to F. The meaning of this was, that all persons



Mode of applying for letters. The column.

whose names began with those letters, were to inquire at
that window, while those whose names began with any
other letters, were to go to the next window. As Beech-
nut's name, Bianchinette, began with B, he went to the
first recess.
There were a number of men and boys formed in a
line here, or rather in a column, waiting for their turns
to inquire for letters. The one who was at the head of
this column was at the window. Beechnut took his place
at the foot of it. The man at the head of the column
soon got his letter, and went away. Then the next man
went up to the window, and the whole column advanced
one step. Thus as fast as those at the head of the column
received their letters, the column advanced, while at the
same time new-comers were continually joining in at the
foot of it. Thus the column continued always of nearly
the same length, being kept up by a constant succession
of persons going and coming.
Pretty soon, Beechnut got up near the window. He
could hear the men before him ask for their letters.
Those who were accustomed to come to the office, would
speak briefly,--simply giving their name; while those
who were strangers at the office, usually made a long
sentence of it, in speaking to the clerk. For instance,
the man who was next but two to Beechnut, put his
head to the window and said to the clerk inside, Is there
any letter here, to-day, for Samuel Thompson ? whereas,
the man who had preceded him simply said, speaking
very distinctly, George Jones." This last was sufficient,
for as the clerk within was perfectly aware that nobody
came to that window for anything but letters, all that he
needed to be informed in respect to each new applicant



The woman comes. Ladies' window. The lady gets a letter.

that came was the name of the person whose letters he
wished to get.
As Beechnut was amusing himself in observing these
things while waiting his turn, he happened to perceive
the woman who had been with him *in the omnibus,
coming along the passage-way, leading her little boy by
the hand. She looked about, appearing to be a little be-
wildered, and seemed not to know where to go.
Beechnut immediately left his place in the line, though
by so doing he knew very well that he should lose his
turn, and be obliged to go to the foot again; but he
thought that it would only take him a few minutes to get
up to where he was before. So he went to the woman
and said to her,
If you came to get-a letter, you must go to the ladies'
window, which is out this way."
So he led the way, and the woman followed. He came
presently to a recess similar to the one which he had gone
to first himself, only instead of having the letters of the
alphabet over it, it had the words LADIES' WINDOW printed
Would you be so good as to inquire for me ? said
the woman.
Yes," said Beechnut, "what is the name ? "
Mrs. Caroline Keep," said the woman.
Beechnut was very much surprised to hear this name
announced. He, however, said nothing, but repeated the
name at the little opening in the window, and the clerk
inside immediately took down a parcel of letters from a
compartment, marked K, and began to look them over.
While Beechnut waited to see what the result would be,
the woman stood by him, holding her boy by the hand.



Beechnut's mode of calling for a letter. He is astonished and alarmed.

My husband has gone to California," said she, and I
expect a letter from him. I had to bring my little boy
with me, because I had nobody to leave him with at
Beechnut had a great desire to know whether this Mrs.
Caroline Keep was any relation to his friend Caroline of
Franconia, and he was upon the point of asking the
question, when the clerk handed him out a letter. Mrs.
Keep seized it immediately and said very joyfully,
Yes, it is from my husband."
Then she thanked Beechnut again for all his kindness,
and went away very greatly pleased, as it seemed, with
having got a letter.
Beechnut then %went. back to his own window, and took
his place as before at the foot of the column. In due
time, he made his way up to the window, and when there,
instead of calling his name as the others had done, he
handed in to the clerk a slip of paper with his name
written upon it. This was Beechnut's usual practice, for
his name being a French one, and having, of course a
very unusual sound for American ears, it was always the
safest and also the most convenient way, both for himself
and the clerks, that he should give it to them in writing.
The clerk took down a parcel of letters from the com-
partment marked B, and very soon gave Beechnut a
letter. It was the letter which Phonny had written as a
composition in Mr. Keep's office.
Beechnut left the letter-window and went across the
passage-way to a place where there was a window which
looked out into the open air, and there opened his letter
and began to read. He was greatly astonished and very
much alarmed at reading the account of the fire. Of



Beechnut takes a hack. Conversation with the hackman.

course, he supposed the account was true. There was
nothing either in or about the letter to suggest any other
supposition. He was at first somewhat at a loss to know
what Phonny meant by saying that his half-hour was not
out, but he finally concluded that Mrs. Henry had limited
him to half an hour in writing his letter, on account of
the closing of the mail. He folded up the letter, put it
in his pocket, and walked rapidly along the passage-way
among the people that were going and coming.
I must set off for Franconia," said he, by the very
first train."
There was a clock at the end of a building which stood
at the head of the street in which the post-office was
situated. This clock is a very noted time-piece, being
known universally to all the people who frequent that
part of the city, as the State Street clock. Beechnut
looked up at this clock as soon as he got out upon the
side-walk and found that it was half-past eight.
The train leaves at ten," said Beechnut, I have just
an hour and a half to do all my business."
He walked rapidly up the street till he came pretty
near the head of it, and then turned into another short
and narrow street on 'the left, where he recollected to have
seen a hack stand. The hack was there. The horses
were standing patiently in the rain, while the hackman,
having got inside of his coach, was lying there in a corner
fast asleep.
Beechnut pulled him and waked him up.
How much do you ask for your carriage by the
hour P" said he.
To ride about town ? asked the man.
P 2



Beechnut at the hotel. Settling the bill.

Yes," said Beechnut.
A dollar for the first hour, and seventy-five cents for
every hour afterward," said the hackman.
Well!" said Beechnut. Drive me to the Marlboro'
So the driver got out of his hack and Beechnut got in.
The driver then pulled out a great cape, made of India-
rubber cloth, from under his seat in front of the coach,
and after putting it on, he mounted on the box and rode
The hackman stopped at length at the door of the
hotel. Beechnut rIwent(; up into his room and packed his
trunk. This was very soon done, and then he channel
down to the office and called for his bill.
Do you leave town this morning, sir ?" said the clerk,
Yes," said Beechnut, I am going out in the ten
o'clock train."
Do you wish for a carriage? said the clerk.
No, 1 have a carriage here," said Beechnut.
Is your baggage ready ?"
Yes," said Beechnut, all ready."
Here the clerk called out in a loud voice,
Baggage in number thirty-seven."
There were several porters sitting on a settee in the
office, and as soon as they heard the order of the clerk,
one of them went up-stairs to Beechnut's room and
brought down his valise. In the mean time Beechnut
paid his bill. He then followed the porter down- stairs to
the door. The porter opened the coach door and put
Beechnut's valise inside. Beechnut then got in himself,
saying to the driver as he got in,

_~ __



Driving about town. The depot. The baggage.

"Thirty-three, Kilby-street."
The porter shut the coach door when Beechnut had
taken his seat, and then the coachman drove on.

Beechnut spent an hour in driving rapidly from place
to place about the city, attending to the business which
had been committed to him. At some places he made
purchases, and brought out the parcels which contained
what he bought and put them into the coach. At other
places he left directions to have the goods sent to Fran-
conia by express, sometimes because the quantity was too
great for him to take along with him, and sometimes be-
cause the things could not be got ready in time for him
to take them. At length he ordered the hackman to
drive him to the railway station, and he reached it just as
the first bell was ringing, which was ten minutes before
the train was to leave.
He bought his ticket at the ticket-office, and then went
along with his valise to the place where the baggage was
to be checked. There was a great pile of trunks, carpet-
bags, and portmanteaus there, and the baggage-master
was attaching checks to them. There was a young girl
standing by, with a trunk and a band-box near her, wait-
ing for her turn, and looking anxious and distressed.
Beechnut asked her if he could help her.
I want to get a check for my baggage," said she,
"and I am afraid there will not be time; for the bell has
rung already."
Oh yes, there will be time," said Beechnut. They
will not start till all the b;igga;ge is taken in. Where are
you going ? "
The girl told Beechnut wlhtr she w\is going, and so


Beechnut assists a stranger. His adventures in getting home,

Beechnut, taking her trunk and band-box, carried them
forward to the baggage-master, and said,
Will you be good enough to check this baggage now;
it is for a lady."
The baggage-master asked him where it was going,
and Beechnut told him. The man then selected the
proper checks, and fastening one of each on the trunk
and on the band-box, by means of a little strap that was
attached to the check, he gave the others to Beechnut,
and Beechnut gave them to the girl. The girl seemed
very much relieved, and immediately went away to get
her seat in the car.
A moment afterward Beechnut got his own check, and
then took his seat in one of the cars. Presently the bell
tolled, the whistle sounded, and the whole train began
slowly to move out of the station.
Beechnut had a great variety of adventures that day,
in getting home. The train that he was in was detained
for an hour, by some derangement of the machinery, and
then, after that, having, by this detention, lost its right
to the road, it -was detained several times, at various
branches, waiting for the other trains. When, at last,
Beechnut reached the place where he was to leave the
railroad and take the stage, he found that the st;age was
gone. It was now five o'clock, and he was extremely
anxious to get home that night, knowing very we\ll that,
after such a fire, his presence at Franconia, at the earliest
possible moment, would be very urgently needed. He
accordingly hired a wagon to carry him. There was a boy
to go, to drive. The distance was only about twentyfive
miles, and Beechnut hoped to get home at ten o'clock.
He went on, without difficulty, for about ten miles,




The boy refuses co go on. Beechnut in difficulty.

though the roads were very wet, being everywhere filled
with pools and streams of water; for it had rained incess-
antly all the day, and it seemed to rain faster and faster
as the night came on.
At last, just as it began to grow pretty dark, they came
in the wagon to a long low place, near a pond, where the
road was overflowed with water for a great distance be-
fore them. The boy stopped, and said that he should not
dare to go through that water. Beechnut examined the
place as well as he could, and thought there was no
serious danger; but all his efforts to inspire the boy with
courage sufficient to undertake the passage, were vain.
The truth was, the boy was beginning to be tired of the
dismal expedition that he had been sent upon, and was
very glad to have anything occur to release him from the
necessity of going on three hours longer in the darkness
and rain. He therefore positively refused to go any
Well," said Beechnut, I will pay you for what you
have done, and you may go back."
So Beechnut paid him the proper proportion of thesum
which had been agreed upon for the whole journey, and
then got out of the wagon.
Now," said he, give me my valise."
SBut what are you going to do ? said the boy.
I don't know," said Beechnut. I am going to do
something. I will consider and decide after you have
So the boy turned his wagon round, and bidding Beech-
nut good-night, he drove away.
Beechnut had his umbrella over his head, and his
valise in his hand. He went out to the side of the road,



Beechnut determines to wade through the water. His various preparations.

and found a vacant place among some bushes, which
afforded him a little shelter. It is true it rained as much
in that place as in any other, but there was no wind there
to drive the rain under the umbrella. Here Beechnut
began to undress himself, taking off his clothes with one
hand, and holding his umbrella over his head with the
other. His valise he had previously put down upon the
ground at his feet. As fast as he took his clothes off he
folded them up carefully, and put them on his valise,
When all his clothes were off, he put his great coat on
again, with nothing underneath it. He thought that this
coat would be a sufficient protection for him in case he
should meet any one coming, and besides, it would keep
him from being cold. He supposed that the skirts of his
coat would probably get wet, as he waded, but this, he
concluded, would be of no great consequence. He could
wring them out again, when he got to the other side.
After putting on his coat, Beechnut bound his other
clothes snugly to his valise by means of two straps which
passed over the top of it. He then cut a long staff from
the bushes growing near him, and finally, taking up the
valise in his hand again, by means of a leather handle
that was attached to it in front, he went back to the road,
and then began to walk forward into the water, holding
his valise in one hand, and his staff and umbrella in the
It was now quite dark, and as Beechnut went on
through the water, he was guided by the reflection of the
sky upon it, and by the lines of trees and thickets which
rose like dark walls on each side of the road. He kept
as nearly as possible in the middle between these bounds.
He felt somewhat afraid, but he knew that as it was



He finds a shelter. The farmer. The rain ceases.

a road that he was walking upon, it was not probable
that the water would deepen suddenly, and then, besides,
his staff, though he was very much encumbered in using
it, by having to hold the umbrella in the same hand, was
still of some service to him in enabling him to feel his
He went through
the water in this way /
safely. In fact, he ----
reached the end of it
sooner than he had
expected, As soon
as he came out of
the water, he found
that by good fortune
there was a barn and
a shed near, close by
the side of the road.
Beechnut went in
under the shed and
put on his clothes -
there. The roof of the FORDIG
shed afforded him a perfect shelter. There was a farm-
er's house a little beyond, and Beechnut, when he was
dressed, went to it and applied for a horse and wagons to
carry him the rest of the journey.
The farmer liesitatcd about letting his horse go out on
such a dark and rainy night. Beechnut told him that he
thought it was not going to rain much more. In fact the
rain had then almost entirely ceased, and the farmer, on
coming out to the door to look, found that the clouds were
breaking away, and in one place the moon was begi nningll


Beechnut astonished to see Mrs Henry's house standing.

to shine through. So the farmer harnessed up the horse
and carried Beechnut home.
When they drove up to Mrs. Henry's house, ,Beech-
nut found, to his utter amazement, instead of the melan-
choly heap of smoking ruins which he had expected to
see, that the house and all the buildings around it were
standing safe and sound, just as he had left them a
week before. He could scarcely believe his eyes. He
could not think it possible that Phonny would have
written him such a letter to deceive him, and yet there
the buildings stood in all their integrity, with the moon
shining upon them as calmly and peacefully as ever.
There were no lights visible in the house, for it was
very late, and the family had all retired. In fact, it was
past midnight. Beechnut paid and dismissed the farmer,
and began to consider how he could get in without dis-
turbing the family.
He went into the barn and got a ladder. He carried
this ladder round to the back side of the house, and set it
up there against a shed. He mounted to the top of the
shed, and walked along upon the roof until he came to
a window which opened into his own room. He opened
the window as noiselessly as possible, and crept in. He
struck a light, made a fire, warmed and dried himself,
and then went to bed. By half-past one o'clock he was
sound asleep.
The next morning, when Phonny came to know that
his letter had actually been sent, and learned how much
trouble it had occasioned, he was very much concerned,
I did not think there was any harm," said he, "in
making up an imaginary story of a house taking fire."
There was nothing wrong in doing it," said Beechnut,




Truth and fiction.

" and there would have been no harm to come from it, if
you made it all imaginary, that is, if it had been some
fictitious house that you had burned down with your
fictitious fire. For truth and fiction," continued Beechnut,
" are in some respects like sugar and salt. Each is very
good in its place, but it does not do to mix them to-


Phonny comes to see the valise opened. The skates.



PHoNNY always took a great interest in the opening
of Beechnut's trunk or valise whenever Beechnut came
back from any of his journeys, for he was almost always
sure of finding something to amuse and interest him
there. In fact Beechnut often brought some small pre-
sents on such occasions.
Accordingly, on the morning after Beechnut's sudden
return from Boston, as described in the last chapter,
Phonny went into his room before breakfast, to see what
he had brought home. Malleville followed him. She
wished to see too. When the children went in, Beechnut
was examining the clothes which he had taken off the
evening before, to see if they were dry.
"Beechnut," said Phonny, "when are you going to
open your valise ? "
Pretty soon," said Beechnut, though there is nothing
there that you will wish to see. Except that I have been
buying me a new pair of skates."
Skates !" said Phonny, "why it is August. It is no
time to buy skates in August."
Ah, but I like to be in season with such things," said
Beechnut. I saw a new kind of skates in Boston, and
so 1 bought a pair."
Beechnut was unstrapping his valise as he said this, and



Strange mistake. Beechnut's surprise. Phonny takes the skates.

Phonny stood by anticipating with great interest the
moment when the skates should come into view. At
length Beechnut opened the valise and took out a large
paper parcel from it. He opened the parcel and took
from it a pair of superior skates, highly-finished and full-
rigged. Phonny seized one of them while Beechnut held
the other.
There," said Beechnut, that's what I call a first-rate
pair of skates."
As he said this, he applied the skate to his foot by way
of showing Phonny what an excellent fit it would be. He
found, however, that it was not long enough for his foot
by an inch or more. He looked extremely astonished as
he made this discovery, and exclaimed in a tone of great
apparent disappointment,
Upon my word, if they are not too small for me. How
ridiculous it was in me not to try them on before I bought
In the mean time, Phonny, greatly excited, had ap-
plied the other skate to his own foot. It fitted him exactly.
It is just right for me, Beechnut," said Phonny. "Ex-
actly right for me,-look! "
Beechnut assumed a very comical expression of disap-
pointment and chagrin.
The next time I buy skates," said he, "I think I
shall have sense enough first to try them on."
You must let me have them," said Phonny, they are
just exactly right! see!"
Yes," said Beechnut, despondingly, I suppose I
must. They will never be of any use to me."
So Phonny seized the skates and ran off to show them
to his mother.


Talk about the party. A new delay in respect to the party. Reason for it.

Malleville, not caring much about ska tes, remained
with Beechnut.
I am glad you have come home," said she, for now
we can have our party."
What party P said 'Beechnut.
Why, Caroline is going to have a party/" said Malle-
Ah," rejoined Beechnut. And is she going to invite
me P"
Yes," said Malleville. She is waiting for you to
come home."
I am sure I am very much obliged to her for her
politeness," said Beechnut.
I don't think it is her politeness," said Malleville.
" I guess she is waiting for you, so that she can have a
better time."
Beechnut smiled, but said nothing.
No( withstanding Malleville's expectations tnat the
party would take place immediately now that Beechnut
had returned, her pleasure was destined to another delay,
for just as Caroline had fixed upon the day a second
time, she heard that Malleville's brother Wallace,
Phonny's cousin, was coming to Franconia in a few days
to spend his college vacation, and that he was going to
bring with him one of his classmates, a young gentleman
from New York, named Livingston. Caroline accord-
ingly concluded to postpone her party until Wallace and
Livingston should arrive. She thought very justly that
the party would be a much pleasanter one to all who
should attend it, if these young strangers could be among
her guests.
At length, one evening about five o'clock, the stage-



Livingston and Wallace arrive. Livingston and Beechnut.

coach drove up to Mrs. Henry's door, and Wallace and
Livingston descended from it.
Livingston was a tall and very handsome boy, with
dark silkenhair, and black eyes. His countenance was
marked with a very gentle, and at the same time with a
very thoughtful and intellectual, expression. He said but
little, but seemed to look kindly and thoughtfully upon
every thing, and upon every person, that he saw. As
soon as he arrived, he went first into the house, with
Wallace, to pay his respects to Mrs. Henry.
How do you do, Livingston," said Mrs. Henry, as slle
gave him her hand. I am very glad to see you."
Livingston gave Mrs. Henry his hand, and looked into
her face with a pleased and happy expression of counten-
ance, but said nothing. Mrs. Henry thought she had
never seen so handsome a boy.
He held his cap in his hand, and he wore a sort of
frock coat, that was buttoned up to his chin.
Wallace then took Livingston out, to show him the
yards and the gardens, and the buildings of the farm.
Livingston followed Wallace about, and looked at every
thing very attentively; and he appeared to be very much
pleased with what he saw. The scene was, in some re-
spects, quite novel to him, for he had been brought up in
a city, and knew very little about the fixtures and appoint-
ments of a farm.
In the course of their walk, the boys met Beechnut
coming out of the garden.
Here comes Beechnut," said Walliace.
Beechnut," said Livingston, extending his hand to
him in a very cordial manner, I am very glad to see
you. I have heard about you very often."



The rocks and precipices. Invitations to the party. Plan of the party.

Livingston was particularly interested in the aspect of
the rocks and mountains behind Mrs. Henry's house.
He proposed to Wallace to go up there with him, at once.
Wallace said that there would not be time to go up before
tea,-and after tea it would be nearly dark. Livingston
then proposed that they should get up early the next
morning, and climb up to a certain summit that he
pointed out, before sunrise. To this plan Wallace readily
agreed. Phonny and Malleville wished to go too, but
when the morning came, and Wallace called them, they
were too sleepy to get up. So Livingston and Wallace
went alone, and they had a very pleasant excursion.
During that day the invitations came for Caroline's
party. There were five persons invited from Mrs, Henry's,
nanAely, Livingston, Wallace, Beechnut, Malleville, and
Phonny. Malleville was greatly delighted at receiving
her note, and she danced about with it for joy. Living-
ston said that he was glad that there was going to be a
party, for he should like very much to see the girls and
boys of Franconia together. Beechnut, as soon as he
had read his note, sent Malleville to carry it up-stairs to
his room, and put it in a certain drawer there.
You will go to Caroline's party, will you not ?"
said she, walking away backward with the note in her
In the evening, some time," said Beechnut. I will
come in season to bring you safely home."
The plan of the party was for the company to assemble
at five o'clock. They were to spend one hour in the gar-
dens and grounds, and then to go into the house for tea,
at six o'clock. Taking tea was to occupy about half an
hour, and after that there were to be two hours for games



The hall. Objects of interest in it, Receiving the company,

and plays, and then, at half-past eight, the children were
to go home.
The room called the hall was the apartment in which
Caroline's company were to be entertained. This room
was selected partly because it was larger than any other
room, and partly because there were-so many books and
playthings in the desks and closets which it contained.
The children were first received, however, in the parlour.
The parlour was in the front part of the house, and was
very beautifully furnished. It had a very soft carpet upon
the floor, and rich crimson damask curtains to the win-
dows, and a centre-table with a chandelier over it in the
middle of the room, and sofas, arm-chairs, ottomans, and
other luxurious seats about the sides. The boys -and
girls, as they came up in small- parties, to the door, were
admitted by Susan, the maid who generally waited upon
Caroline, and conducted to small bed-rooms, in which
they put away their hats and bonnets, and then ushered
into the parlour, where Caroline was standing, surrounded
by her friends, ready to receive them.
As the company came in, some walked about the room
to see what was there, and some took their seats upon the
sofas and ottomans. They were at first quite silent, and
looked upon each other, and especially upon Wallace and
Livingston, with a constrained air. In fact, though all
the rest of the company were perfectly acquainted with
each other, they were somewhat afraid of the strangers,
though not more so, it is to be presumed, than the stran-
gers were afraid of them.
After a little time Caroline proposed that the company
should go out into the garden, and as they all seemed
much pleased with this proposition, she led the way into


Books and playthings. Annie Linn and Ellen. Wallace and Livingston.

the hall. From the hall there was a door leading out
into a little green-yard, through which there was a pas-
sage to the garden. As they passed through the hall,
some of the children asked Caroline to show them her
playthings. So Caroline stopped to do this. She opened
first a large, deep drawer. The drawer was full of picture-
books and boxes of playthings. Caroline took a number
of these things out, and distributed them about to the
children, and she opened some boxes and took out the
toys which were inside of them and strewed them all
about the chairs and tables that were there. The
younger children gathered around her as she did this, and
examined the curiosities and toys with the greatest in-
terest. Among the rest was little Annie Linn.
Annie continually called to her sister Ellen, who was
at this time about fourteen years of age, to look at one
wonderful or beautiful thing after another, as Caroline
brought them successively to view. Ellen seemed to
take pleasure in looking at the playthings on her own
account, but she was still more interested in them on
account of her sister Annie, who kept fast hold of her
hand all the time, and seemed very desirous that she
should see all.
While a part of the company had stopped thus to look
at Caroline's playthings, the rest passed on, and went out
into a little piazza which opened upon the green-yard.
Livingston remained behind looking at the playthings.
Wallace had gone out. Wallace came back, however,
to the door a moment afterward, and called Livingston
to come out into the garden.
Well," said Livingston, I will come presently."
No, come now," said Wallace, here is a swing."



They go to the swing. Order. Ellen puts back the playthings.

Well," said Livingston.
"Yes, children," said Caroline. "Let us go to the
So Caroline arose, and pushing the playthings aside,
was about to follow Livings ton and Wallace out to the
swing,, when Ellen Linn said to her,
"Let us put the playthings in order first."
Oh, no," said Caroline, Susan will do that. I hate
to put things in order."
Then what will you do when you are married ?" said
one of the little children. How will you keep your
house in order P "
Oh, I shall have plenty of servants to do that," re-
plied Cnriline, laughing; and so saying, she ran off out
of the room, followed by nearly all the children. Two or
three only remained. Ellen Linn was among them.
She took the seat which Caroline had left, saying,
I will put them in order. I shall like to do it. And
we will look at them all, as we put them back."
In the mean time, Caroline, followed by her guests,
went to the swing. The swing was suspended between
two trees, which grew a little at one side, near the en-
trance to the garden. There was a great variety of
shrubbery around the place, so that when swinging in it
one seemed to be swinging in a bower. There were seats
too, on each side of the swing, for those who were waiting
their turn. After showing her companions the swing, and
allowing those who chose to try it an opport unity of doing
so, Caroline suddenly said to those who % crc sitting on
the seats,
"There is a rocking-1 oat, girls; let us go and see the



The rocking-boat. Some account of it. Rocking in it.

What is a rocking-boat ? asked one of the children.
Oh, it is a kind of a boat to rock in," replied Caroline.
Come and see it."
A considerable number of the party immediately arose
and followed Caroline down through a winding path,
which led through a copse of shrubbery, until at length
they came to a shady nook where there was a platform,
and upon the platform, what Caroline called her rocking-
boat. It was made somewhat in the form of a boat, only
the bottom being rounded from front to back, it could be
rocked to and fro;-not from side to side, like a cradle,
but backward and forward, like a rocking-horse.
Now get in,"
f -,e w. said Caroline, "and I
will rock you."
So the children
clambered in, and
Caroline began to
rock them. Wallace
and Livingston help-
ed her. Presently
They all got into the
boat, and went on
rocking it from with-
in. This they could
easily do by bending
-> their bodies back-
THE ROCKING B3OAT ward and forward, as
if they were bowing to each other. Presently, Caroline
proposed that they should sing; and pitching the tune,
she led off in some simple song, which most of the com-
pany knew. She was soon joined jby other voices, and



Livingston's observations. His inquiries.

the whole company of voyagers were soon singing in
chorus, keeping time with the motion of the boat, in a
very joyous manner.
After this the company separated, and rambled for some
time around the gardens, enjoying themselves in various
ways, now seated ii bowers, now walking in shady paths,
and now pursuing one another on the little grass plats
which they found here and there about the garden.
Caroline entertained them everywhere with her sprightly
conversation. She was a very beautiful girl, and as she
was dressed very prettily on this occasion, she attracted
very general attention and regard. Livingston, as well as
all the rest, admired her beauty, her accomplishments,
and her ready wit.
He noticed all the other girls also, who were of the
party, and without seeming to do so, he watched their
appearance and demeanour, and formed his own opinion
of their dispositions and characters from what he saw.
He did not know the names of any of the boys and girls,
however, except so. far as he learned them by accident,
or was told by Wallace. He took occasion several times,
in the course of the afternoon, to speak to Wallace aside,
in some arbour or walk, whenever he had an opportunity
for a moment's private conversation, to ask questions
about the various persons who attracted his notice.
For instance, at one time, very soon after they came
into the garden, as the children were looking to see Uncle
Ben water some flower-beds with a little watering engine,
by means of which he was throwing the water all around
him through hose and pipe, as firemen do at a fire, Living-
ston and Wallace were standing together somewhat aside
from the rest, watching the operation. Carolihe was at a


Augusta on the sun-dial. Wallace's account of Ellen Linn-

little distance from them, having a small child, named
Augusta, with her. She had lifted Augusta up and seated
her upon the top of a sun-dial, which stood there, in order
to enable her to see better. It was obviously a very hard
lift for Caroline, to get Augusta up. Wallace and Living-
ston did not know that she intended to do it, until it was
too late to help her.
Caroline seems to be a very kind-hearted girl," said
"Yes," said Wallace, she is a very kind-hearted girl,
And who is that sedate-looking girl that we left be-
hind in the hall, putting the playthings back, when we
came out ? "
That was Ellen Linn," said Wallace.
She is a very good girl I believe," continued Wallace,
'" though I don't know her very much. I believe she is
not very easy to get acquainted with."
Where does she live ?" asked Livingston.
Oh, she lives in a small house on the bank of the
stream a little way below the bridge. It is a beautiful
"Is it as beautiful as this ? said Livingston.
Oh no," said Wallace, it is not like this at all. It is
a small, plain house. But then it is in a very pretty
place, and everything is very pretty around it. And they
say it is all Ellen's work."
"Ellen's !" said Livingston.
Yes," said Wallace. She takes the whole care of all
her brother's and sister's affairs, and of her mother's too
in fact, 1 believe. Beechnut thinks she is the finest girl
in town."




Livingston's walk with Augusta. He finds Ellen.

Then she must be a very fine girl indeed," said Liv-
ingston. Nobody can judge better than Beechnut."
Just at this time Caroline came over to where Living-
ston and Wallace were standing, and began to talk with
them; and thus the conversation between Livingston
and Wallace was interrupted. A minute or two after-
ward, Livingston, taking an opportunity when Wallace
was saying something to Caroline, turned to a little girl
who was standing near, and asked her to take a walk with
him to see some flowers. So he took the child by the
hand and walked along. He talked with his little com-
panion as he went, calling her attention to everything
curious or wonderful that he saw, until at last, after tak-
ing quite a little circuit among the paths and alleys of the
garden, he came to the gate by which they had entered.
"And now let us go into the house," said Livingston,
"and see what they are doing in the hall."
Well," said the child.
So Livingston walked into the house leading the
child by the hand.
Ellen looked up at him as he came in with a quiet and
happy, and yet somewhat timid expression. There were
four or five children of various ages with her, and they
were all engaged in examining the playthings, and put-
ting them away-Ellen sutperintending the operation.
They ought not to have left you to have all the trouble
of putting these playthings away," said Livingston, speak-
ing apparently to the whole group.
Oh we like to do it," said Annie. "We like to do it
Ver'y 11tl-1110 ."
What is your name ?" said Livingston.



Conversation with Annie. The broken image. Ellen's decision.

Annie what ?" said Livingston.
"Annie Linn," replied Annie.
And is Ellen your .ister P?" said Livingston, looking
toward Ellen.
Yes," said Annie, and Rodolphus is my brother."
Ellen looked up at Livingston with a slight expression
of surprise in her countenance. She wondered how he
came to know her name. She was pleased to find that
he knew it, and yet she did not know why. She felt a
little better acquainted with him than she had before, but
yet she did not feel enough acquainted with him to speak
to him. Livingston wished to speak to her, but he did
not speak, for he did not know what to say.
Just at this time, Annie spied among the toys an image
of a cow with only three legs. She was greatly amused
at this discovery-a cow with three legs being in her es-
timation a very funny thing. She gave it to Ellen to
look at. Livingston told her that one of the legs had
come out. He observed that the legs \were formed of pegs
that were cut in the proper shape, and inserted into the
body of the cow. Annie looked for the leg, and found it
at length in the bottom of the box. She took the cow in
one hand and the leg in the other, and ran off to show
it to Caroline. In a few minutes she came back, saying
with an appearance of great delight, that Caroline had
given the cow to her.
She says it is not good for anything, and that I may
have it," said Annie, and I mean to get Beechnut to
fa-sten the leg in again."
Ellen shook her head as Annie said this, though in an
almost imperceptible manner. She lifted Annie up into
her lap and took the image out of her hand and said,


Livingston's doubt and perplexity. Ellen puts up the playthings.

No, Annie, you can't have it. We will put it back
in its place again."
Why can't I have it, Ellen ? asked Annie, looking
up to her with a countenance expressive of great astonish-
You must not ask me why now," said Ellen. We
will put it back in its place."
Annie appeared very much disappointed, but she did
not speak another word.
I wonder what the reason is," thought Livingston to
himself, why she is not willing that Annie should have
the cow. Is it delicacy-because she thinks that Annie's
carrying the cow to Caroline was in some sense asking
for it, and that a present ought not to be accepted that
seemed to be asked for,-or is it pride-because she is not
willing that her sister should depend for her happiness on
Caroline's broken playthings ? Whichever it is," he con-
tinued, I like her the better for it. In fact, I hope it is
Whatever may have been Ellen's feeling, she seemed a
little embarrassed and troubled by the occurrence. She
went to work very diligently, putting the playthings
away. Livingston was trying to think what he could do
or say to make her feel at ease again, when he heard the
voices of the children coming in from the garden. In a
minute more they all entered the hall. They had come
in, as Caroline said, to see if tea was ready. They found
that it would not be ready for half an hour.
So after rambling about the hall a few minutes, they
all moved out into the garden again, and as by this time
Ellen had put the playthings all away, she and the
children who had been with her went too.



Livingston talks with Annie. Proposed walk.



As the company went into the garden and began ram-
bling about in the alleys at the entrance of it, Annie stop-
ped a moment to look at a large butterfly that came flying
along near her. The butterfly had lighted upon a flower
in a border, and Annie was in the walk opposite to it,
standing with her hands behind her, and leaning forward
so as to see. Livingston came up to the place and began
to look at the butterfly too. Annie was a little afraid of
him,-of Livingston, that is to say,-not of the butterfly.
I am glad you came to this party," said Livingston.
When Annie heard Livingston say this, she was less
afraid of him than she had been before.
I wish you would go and find Ellen," said Livingston,
" and ask her if you may take a little walk with me
aroundd the garden."
There is Ellen," said Annie, pointing.
Well," said Livingston, run and ask her."
So Annie ran toward Ellen, while Livingston remained
where he was, following her with his eyes.
Ellen stooped down to hear what Annie xwislhed to say.
Annie made her request, and pointed back to Livingston,
Ellen raised her eyes and saw Livingston standing still
and looking toward her, with a smile upon his counte-
nance. She smiled too, and told Annie that she might



Annie gets leave to go and take a walk. Coaxing.

go. So Annie ran back to Livingston and gave him her
hand, and they both then walked along together down
the central walk of the garden.
I am sorry that you could not have that cow," said
Livingston. Why did not you coax Ellen to let you
keep it ? "
Oh, it would not do any good to coax her," replied
Annie, she never will be coaxed."
Sometimes I can coax Rodolphus a little," she con-
tinued. And I can coax my mother."
And your father! said Livingston, inquiringly,-
as if he wished to ask how it was in respect to him.
Annie looked up somewhat surprised, and said in a low
and solemn tone,
My father is dead. Did not you know that my father
was dead ? "
No," replied Livingston, and I am very sorry to
hear it."
Yes," said Annie, he is dead. He was frozen."
Frozen! repeated Livingston.
"Yes," said Annie. He was frozen in the snow;
but I was not frozen, because I was covered up warm
with buffalos."
Then you have not any father to take care of you,"
said Livingston.
No," replied Annie. Ellen takes care of me,-and
sometimes," she added, after a moment's pause, my
mother takes care of me too."
"And where do you live ? asked Livingston.
SWe live down beyond the mill," said Annie. "You
turn in by a tree. If you will come and see me some day,
I will show you my garden."


Annie gives Livingston a great deal of information. The winding path.

"Have you got a garden ? said Livingston.
"'Yes," said Annie. Ellen made it for me,--only
Rodolphus dug up the ground. I raked it myself, and
Ellen helped me plant the seeds."
Talking in this manner, Livingston and Annie passed
entirely through the garden, and came, at length, to a
gate, which led out into a field beyond. It was the same
gate that Caroline, Malleville, and Phonny had gone
through, in commencing their walk, on the day when they
were out in the shower.
Where does this gate lead to ? asked Livingston.
Oh it leads to a path," said Annie.
And where does the path lead to P" asked Livingston.
It leads to a brook," replied Annie.
"Let us go and see," said Livingston.
So Livingston opened the gate, and he and Annie went
The path led by a winding way through a thicket, down
to the brook. Livingston saw some flowers growing near
a small heap of sticks and brushwood. He stepped out of
the path to gather them. In doing so, he happened to ob-
serve a small crooked stem of a bush, with four crooked
branches growing out from it, in such a manner as to pre-
sent some rude resemblance to a cow. At least there was
resemblance enough to suggest the form of Caroline's toy
cow to Livingston's mind. So he took out his knife and
cut off the part of the stem which had attracted his
What are you going to do with that? said Annie.
I thought that perhaps I could make a cow of it for
you," replied Livingston.
So saying he held the rude image up, for Annie to


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