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 The Goat and Her Kid
 The Little Founding
 Winter Pleasures
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Group Title: The rose-bud stories, for young children
Title: The goat and her kid
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Title: The goat and her kid
Series Title: The rose-bud stories, for young children
Physical Description: 64 p. : ill. (some col.) ; 12 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Myrtle, Harriet, 1811?-1876
Sheldon & Company (New York, N.Y.) ( Publisher )
Boston Stereotype Foundry ( Electrotyper )
Publisher: Sheldon and Company
Place of Publication: New York
Manufacturer: Electrotyped at the Boston Stereotype Foundry
Publication Date: 1870, c1866
Copyright Date: 1866
Subject: Goats -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Birds -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Winter sports -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1870   ( lcsh )
Hand-colored illustrations -- 1870   ( local )
Bldn -- 1870
Genre: Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Hand-colored illustrations   ( local )
novel   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: United States -- New York -- New York
United States -- Massachusetts -- Boston
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    Front Cover
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    Front Matter
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    Front Illustration
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    Title Page
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    The Goat and Her Kid
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    The Little Founding
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Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1866, bySHELDON AND COMPANY, in the Clerk's Office of the DistrictCourt of the Southern District of New York.BOSTON STEREOTYPE FOUNDRY,No. 4 Spring La n.

-o g s lot tte back0 ^HE grass plot at the backof the cottage was a verybright green, and sparkledwith the morning dews.It was kept smooth, and level,and short, by the garden-rollergoing over it once a week, andstill more by the constant nib-bling of. the goat, who was al-lowed to be there all day, because(7)

8 :THE GOAT AND HER KID.she had a pretty little young kidthat ran by her side.But it is not to be supposedthat this kid was contented withalways running closeto its moth-er's side. Kids are very fond ofdancing and frisking about, andthis one was more fond of it thanany other in the whole village.One day a poor Italian boycame down the lane playing upona pipe, and beating a little tabor.He used to play these for twodolls that danced upon a boardby means of a string which wentthrough their bodies, and wasfastened to his knee, so that whenhe moved his knee quickly the

THl GOAT AND HER KID.., af:i, f,- 1,Kdolls seemed to dance about uponthe board.The boy stopped at the gate,put down his board, placed hisdolls upon it, with the string athis knee, began to play his pipe,and beat upon his tabor, and, ashe played, the dolls danced upand down, and round and round,-first on one side, then on theother, now bobbing down theirheads, now frisking about theirfeet.But while this was going on atthe gate, the kid heard the pipeiad tabor, and after listening toit a minute, with its head on oneside, suddenly jumped up in the

10 THE GOAT AND HER KID.air, gave a great many littlekicks, very quick and funny,then ran frisking round its moth-er, and at last stood upon itshind legs, and danced all acrossthe grass plot.Little Mary, who had beenlooking at the dolls, happened toturn round at the moment whenthe kid was dancing. "0, youlittle dear, dear kid!" criedMary, first running towards thekid, then back to look at thedolls, then again at the kid, thenat the dolls, and the Italian boyplayed away with his pipe andtabor, and made his dolls jumpup in the air, and reel, and set,

THE GOAT AND HER KID. 11and hop; but it was all nothingto the jumps in the air of thekid, and its frisking kicks andflings, and its fun and its fancies.At last the Italian boy wentaway, with a large piece of breadand cheese in his hand, and hisdolls and dancing-board at hisback; but playing his pipe andtabor all down the lane. Thegoat stood looking after him,with her head raised tall Al theair, and a serious face; but thekid continued to dance as longas the pipe and tabor could beheard.

3"e ;grieX ioqysall gcN the beginning of June,when the young birds havegot nearly all their principalfeathers, but have not yetlearned to fly, it is a sad thingif by any accident one of themtumbles out of the nest. Thismisfortune sometimes happenswhen a nest is too full. Fiveor six little birds are a goodmany for a nest no bigger than(12)

THE LITTLE FOUNDLING. 13a teacup; and there are often asmany as five. We have also torecollect that these young thingsare always very wild, and im-patient, and unreasonable, andmake a great fluttering together,and scramble and climb over eachother, especially when their moth-er brings them food in her bill.There is, of course, not enoughfood for all of them at once, butthey all try to get it at once, andsome of them are naughty andgreedy, and try to get a secondmorsel before their brothers andsisters have had any at all. Now,the careful mother-bird knowsthis very well, and she, therefore,I

14 THE LITTLE FOUNDLING.divides everything among them,so that each has a bit in turn,and while she feeds them shebegs the rest to be as patient as'they can, and not flutter, andchirrup, and gape so widely, andabove all things, to mind they donot tumble, or push each other,over the edge of the nest.It happened one day that thisvery accident occurred ill a hedge-sparrow's nest which had beenbuilt in the largest branch of ahawthorn-tree. This tree grewin the middle of a hedge thatwent round a large field, wherethere were at this time a numberof haymakers, all very busy with

ITHE LITTLE FOUNDLING. 15the hay. While some were toss-ing the hay about in order tospread it out in the sun and dryit, others were raking up the haythat was already dry enough, andpiling it up into haycocks. Menand women, and boys and girlstoo, were all at work in thisway,and singing in the sun as theytossed the hay with forks, orraked it up with large woodenrakes. When the hay was thusmoved about on the field, a frogsometimes jumped up, and wentsilently leaping away towards thehedge; and sometimes a field-mouse sprang out from the shortgrass, with a loud squeak, and

16 THE LITTLE FOUNDLING.ran off to hide himself in thehedge, squeaking all the way,not because he was in the leasthurt, but because he had wakedin a great fright.At the same time that all thiswas going on, the sparrow, whosenest was in the hawthorn-tree,had brought a few seeds and amorsel of crust to her youngones. The seed she distributedwith ease, but the morsel of crustwas rather hard,'and required herto pinchand peck it a good dealwith her bill before it could besoft enough for the young birds.The young ones, however, wereall so Anxious to be first to re-

THE LITTLE FOUNDLING. 17ceive the crust the moment itwas ready, that they all beganto make a loud chirruping, andscrambling, and pushing, andfluttering, and trampling, andclimbing over each other, till atlast two of them were on thevery edge of the nest, and hadeach got hold of the crust. Butthe mother-bird did not approveof such rudeness, so she took itaway from them in her own billjust as the two were beginningto pull with all their might,standing on opposite sides of thenest. They could not recoverthemselves, but over they went,fluttering down into the tree.2

18 THE LITTLE FOUNDLING.One fell into the next bough be-low, but the other went flutteringinto the hedge under the tree.The mother helped the nearestone up again into the nest, byshowing it how to hop and flyfrom branch to branch; the other,however, was too low down, so'there sat the unfortunate little'fellow all alone upon a twig,chirruping and looking up in vainat his lost nest.This unlucky nestling had notlong sat in this way before someboys, who had brought the hay-makers their dinners, and werereturning home, saw him in the-hedge, and immediately began to

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20 THE LITTLE FOUNDLING.try to catch him. But though hecould not fly, he could flutter,and if he was not able to run, atleast he could hop; so every timeone of the boys got near to him,the nestling scrambled on to thenext bough, and thus from boughto bough all along the hedge. Ifthe boys had only known howdreadfully frightened the poorlittle bird was, they never couldhave been so cruel as to hunthim in this way. They did notknow this, however, and onlythought of catching him. At lasthe had got to the end of thehedge, and then went flutteringdown upon the field with the

THE LITTLE FOUNDLING. 21boys after him. They soon wereso close to him, as he hopped andfluttered along the short grass,that the poor little fellow felttheir hands would presently beupon him, and as a last chance ofescape, he crept and hid himselfunder a wisp of hay.Just at that moment there cameinto the field Charles Turner,with his sister Fanny, and theirmaid, each having a little woodenrake to make hay with. Theysaw the boys all running veryeagerly after something in thegrass, and they ran directlytowards them to see what itwas.

22 THE LITTLE FOUNDLING."0," cried Charles, "it is apoor little bird that cannot fly!""Do not hurt it," cried Fanny."Pray, Charley, ask them not tohurt it!"The nestling had been obligedto hop from beneath his littlemorsel of hay, and had now creptunderneath a haycock." We did not mean to hurt it,Miss," said one of the boys; "weonly wanted to catch it, and wecould not. But I am afraid oneof us trod upon it somehow byaccident, when it was under thebit of hay there; and, perhaps,it has been hurt somewhere. I'mvery sorry if it is hurt." As he, 0

THE LITTLE FOUNDLING. 23said this, the boys all went away;and the one who had spokenreally did look sorry."I wonder where the little fel-low is hiding," said Charles. "Ifhe has been hurt, we had betterlook for him, to see if we canhelp him to find his nest.""Yes, let us look for him,"said Fanny; and they both wentto work directly to remove thehay and search underneath thehaycock,- Sarah, their maid,helping them.They were not long in finding'the nestling. He was crouchingclose to the ground, with onebright little round black eye loolk

24 THE LITTLE FOUNDLING.ing up at them, and was pantingas if his little heart would break."We will not hurt you, poorlittle thing!" cried Fanny, as herbrother stooped down and tookhim up softly in both hands. Thenestling's breast panted quickerthan ever, and every now andthen he gave a flutter, whenCharles tried to look at him tosee where he was hurt. At last,when he found how gently hewas held, and that all they didto him was to smooth down thefeathers of his back and wings,he began to be quiet, and to pantless, and gradually to cease mak-ing any fluttering.

THE LITTLE FOUNDLING. 25"Now then," said Charles, "heis quiet, and we may examinehim." So he slowly began toopen his hands, and Fanny beganto blow the little bird's featherswith her mouth close down tohim, to blow them on one sidethat they might see where he washurt. But no bruise or scratchcould be found. Presently, how-ever, Charles said, "0, I see whathas happened. The boys in run-ning after him have trod uponhis feet, and bruised them dread-fully. They are all red, andswelled, and crooked, and I donot believe they can ever getproperly well again. His little

26 THE LITTLE FOUNDLING.claws have been twisted andbroken. He will never be ableto hop about any more; and Iam sure he can never perch upona twig. He will have nothing tohold fast with. What is to be-come of him?"Fanny began to cry as sheheard all this, and looked at thenestling's bruised feet, and sawhow badly they were injured."He will die," said she, "if vwelet him go: he will never be ableto get up to his nest, nor hopabout to find his food; and hewill be starved. Do, Charley,let us take him home with us.If he gets well enough to hop

THE LITTLE FOUNDLING. 27and fly, we will give him his lib-erty; and if not, let us take careof him."Accordingly, home they allwent, carrying the bird, gentlywrapped up in a white handker-chief, and held loosely in Fanny'sdouble hands, so as not to presshim. When they arrived theysuddenly recollected that theyhad no cage for him, and did notLnow where to put him. Notknowing what to do, as theirpapa and mamma happened bothto be out, Charles went into theyard to ask advice. To his greatjoy, Timothy, the coachman, toldhim there was an old wire lan-

28 THE LITTLE FOUNDLING.tern hanging up in the stable,which he might have. The oldlantern was brought, and somehay and grass were laid at thebottom, and then Timothy saidhe knew of a chaffinch's nestwhich had been built last year ina pear-tree that grew up oneside of the stable wall, and theymight get it down, and put thislittle lame fellow into it."But then," said Fanny, "whatwill the chaffinches do without anest!""0, you don't understand,"said Charles. "It is .an emptynest, made last year. It has noowners now."


30 THE LITTLE FOUNDLING."Do get it, then, Timothy,please," cried Fanny.Away went Timothy for theold chaffinch's nest,-and Charleswith him, while Fanny remainedwith the nestling, standing besidethe wire lantern. They sooncame back with the nest, whichFanny placed at the bottom ofthe lantern.By this time Mrs. Dowse, thecook, came into the yard smiling,and bringing with her a saucer* : containing bread and milk and aquill, in order that the nestlingshould have some supper. "0,thank you, Mrs. Dowse," criedFanny. "I had quite forgotten

THE LITTLIE FOUNDLING. 81that he would want something toeat. Will you teac .us how tofeed him?"Mrs. Dowse took the nestlingin her left hand, and a quill fullof bread and milk in the other,the nestling all the while makinga great kicking and strugglingand resistance, not knowing whatin the world, was going to bedone to him. The first time,however, he opened his bill togive a loud chirrup, as much asto say, "What; are you about.with me, Mrs. Dowse?" thequick fingers of the smiling cookpopped a quill full of bread andmilk down his throa4. In af*

32 THE LITTLE F&UNDLING.moment he .op`ened it wide fcranother !;,ta wider still for an-other -a et wider still for onemore! Ne:e was an end of allhis resistance. He had foundout what Mrs. Dowse wanted todo to him, and was very muchpleased at it. In this way hewas fed every day by Fanny, whosoon learned to manage it veryneatly.The papa of Charles and Fannyused to call the nestling "TheLittle Foundling," and so didtheir mamma, but Fanny andCharles also gave him the nawnof "Chirp." Poor little Chirp'sfeet dilsnet get well. He still

THE LITTLE FOUNDLING. 33continued quite lame, as thebones of his claws had all beeninjured severely. In other re-spects he was very well; ate hisfood with a great appetite, andseemed contented and happy.His lantern was always hung inthe pear-tree by the stable wallevery fine day. -This little Foundling, how-ever, was not the only bird inthe house. Fanny's uncle hadbrought her a beautiful canaryon her last birthday, and he wasof the most graceful shape, theB.t delicate yellow color, andtie mmost clear and joyful voicethat ever were seen or heard.

84 THE LITTLE FOUNDLING.He lived in a large cage of brightbrass wire, which had a circulartop: and -three perches. Oneperch was just level with his longseed-box, and, in fact, led up toit; the second perch was in themiddle of the cage. and the third'was in. the. circular top, whicharched over him in the shape of abell. He often had groundseland chickweed hung in the wirTover head, to look Iike.a bower;-and opposite this top. rch wasAa small looking-lss, in whichhe could see hims!f. 'Ie had adrinking-glass hung outside hiscage at the bottom, and up in onecorner a round-bath-glass to wash

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86 THE LITTLE FOUNDLING.in. .-Every morning he had hisbath;, then he took his breakfast;then he hopped up to the topperch under his bell-shaped bow-er, and set his feathers all torights at his looking-glass; thenhe bowed to himself once ortwice (fancying all the while hesaw another canary in the glass);then he polished his bill upon the "perch to complete hirtoilet;' andthen he sang himself a delightfulsong. His name was Dicky. Hewas quite a gentleman.When the weather was fine,this very gentleman-like canarybird was always hung in a mul-berry-tree. Whenever he found

THE LITTLE FOUNDLING. 37himself among all these beautifulgreen leaves he sang louder andmore joyfully than ever. Fannyand Charlesi therefore, thought itwas a pity t4eave the poor littleFoundling so lonely in his pear-tree by the staOfe, anc au;curtrrrg-ly they brought his funny oldlante4Jakd hung it upon the next' bough 4the one that held thecage of tt can;y. And thereall day the 'poor little raggedlame sparrow sat looking withearnest eyes of admiration at thebeautiful canary, and listeningwith the greatest wonder andpleasure to his singing. He onlynpow and then ventured, when

s;* r-1I.f I. 8 THE LITTLE FOUNDLING.the canary stopped to utter his"chirp! chirp!" as much as tosay, " more more!" They werehung up close together in thismanner almost every day for aweek or two. They looked atone another very much; the nest-ling sparrow evidently regardingthe canary with great admiration,and the canary seeming to pityand be sorry for the poor littlelame Foundling.One day Fanny said to herbrother, "Do you see, Charly,how these birds look at eaihother? I should so much like toput Chirp into Dicky's cage."'"I have been thinking of the. --v f iSx,

THE LITTLE FOUNDLN~g. .9very same thing," said Charles."Let us run and ask mamma ifwe may do it."-Away they ran and asked."Why," said their mamma, '"it certainly will have rather astrange appearance. The twobirds do not seem suitable com-panions. It is an add fancy,children; but you may do it ifyou like."No sooner said than done.Off ran Fanny and Charles-took the little Foundling out ofhis old lantern -opened the doorof Dicky's cage- and at onceput hipn in, and fastened thedg) ;, In a moment, Dicky flew"-*t

7 -- 7: X40 THE LITTLE FOUNDLING.up to his top perch, and stoodlooking down very earnestly;'and the little Foundling, thoughhe could stump about on his lametoes, never moved, but sat look-ing up 'at Sir Dicky. The nest-ling looked like a poor littleragged lame beggar-boy whom asprightly gentleman in a brightyellow coat had been so compas-sionate as to take into his house.Presently the Foundling wentto the seed-box, and looked in.Down came Dicky in a moment,and drove, him away from hisbox, and theh ascended again tothe top perch. This happenedevery time poor Chirp went *neare

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42 THE LITTLE FOUNDLING.the seed. However, he took agood drink out of the bath-glass,at which both Fanny and Charleslaughed very much. They thengave she Foundling some foodthrough the wires of the cage.This they had to do for severaldays, till Dicky at last becamemore good-natured, and no longerprevented the poor lame Found-liag from eating out of his seed-box.They gradually became verygood friends in the cage, thoughDicky, except for his bath andhis seed, was almost always uponthe perch in the middle or thetop of the cage, while Chirp, who*

THE LITTLE FOUNDLING. 43never recovered from his lameoness, went stumping about at thebottom. In other respects, how-ever, the Foundling grew to be agood, strong sparrow with all hisproper feathers, and made a cleanand respectable appearance. Henow looked like a stout faithfulservant in a brown coat who in-habited the lower story, while thegay and sprightly owner of thehouse sat in the upper rooms tosing, or dance upon two perches.They lived wery happily, andFanny and Charles rejoiced thatthey had brought home the littlelame Foundling.

O jump up and look outat the trees," said Susan,one morning in December,to little Mary, "they areso beautiful; all sparkling likesilver!""It seems v'ey cold," said,Mary, rather sleepily. " Will,you draw up the blind,- Suan,that I may see out?" .--Susan drew up the blind.an :s Sk,

45WINTER PLEASURES.;O" cried Mary, "how lovelythe window looks! I see fairypalaces, and wreaths of flowers,and numbers of birds, and brightbutterflies 0, and look at thoseangels, flying with, white wingsspread, and below them there isa lovely .lake Look, Susan, doyou see what I mean?""I don't see that so plain," re-plied Susan; "but I see a prettycottage just there, in the corner., p'this pane.""0, yes! " said Mary; "andlook, there is a high mountainbehind it, and a forest of.tall fir-trees growing all up the sides,and there is ariver running along1

46 WINTER PLEASURES.before it, with pretty flowers likestars on its banks. 0, and littlefairies dancing among them!Now it all sparkles like diamondsand rubies I Beautiful, beauti-ful " cried Mary, jumping out ofbed. The sun had just risen, andhis beams, tinged with red, shone.-on little Mary's frosted window,and gave it this, beautiful appear-ance. .; :,"But it is much too cold tostand looking at it, dear,"' salSusan;:-" make haste, and let us'get yolif'wn to the wari'parlorfire."Splash went :Mary into herbath, and made all the haste pos-

WINTER PLEASURES.47sible; and while she was dress-ing, the window was a continualpleasure; for as the sun shone onthe glass, small portions' of thefrost-work melted away, and letthe bright rays shine through;and first -these clear spots lookedlike little shining stars on, thefairies' foreheads; then like starsin the sky; then they changedinto pretty ponds in a wood;then into lakes with rocky banks;the angels seemed to fly fartheraway; the wreath of flowers tookdifferent forms; the fairies.dancedoff with the birds and butterflies;and at last, J'tv as the largestlake had become so large that,,. " X

48 WINTER PLEASURES.Mary thought it must be the sea,it was time to go down stairs.The parlor looked so very com-fortable and felt so warm. Therewas a bright fire; Bouncer wasstretched on the rug; the kettleboiled on the hob; breakfast waslaid; the sun shone in at the lat-tice window. And now Mary,looking out into the garden, re-membered what Susan had saidabout the trees, for they didindeed look beautiful. Everybranch and every twig was in-crusted over with crystals ofwhite frost; they no longer ap-peared like common trees; nowood was to be seen; they

WINTER PLEASURES. 49seemed to have been changed bysome fairy in the night intosilver, and sprinkled with dia-monds. The laurels and otherevergreens had all their leavescovered and fringed round theedges with the same silvery,sparkling frost-work. The ivy-leaves near the window lookedthe best of all; their dark greencolor seemed to make the jewelsshine more brightly, and thentheir pretty forms were shownoff by all this ornament. AsMary was fancying herself insome fairy palace, or in Aladdin'sgarden, and wondering whetherthere was any fruit made of4,' *. *' :>ai|

50WINTER PLEASURES.precious stones hanging on thetrees, her papa and mamma camedown to breakfast, and they allenjoyed the sight together. Ma-ry's pretty cousin, Chrissy, whohad been May-Queen on the firstof May, was on a visit at the cot-tage, and when she came down,she was delighted too with thebeautiful sight, and thought the'branches like white coral tippedwith diamonds.While they were at breakfast,Mary asked the question whichshe had asked for several morn-ings past. Itt. was, "Do youthink Aunt:. ry, and Thomas,and Willie wI come to-day ?"'t ?1 .^, 1'

WINTER PLEASURES. 61"I think it quite possible thatthey may," said her mamma;"but to-morrow, is more likely.""You bad better try not to ex-pect them till to-morrow, Mary,"said Chrissy.I will try," said Mary, "but Ithink I do expect them to-day. "And now let me think how manydays it is before iChristmas Eve .will come. Yesterday we countr ~ed it was eleven days, .so to-da' :it is ten. Still ten days." '"But you know, Mary, wehave *plenty to do first," saidher mamma. Mary nodded andsmiled.Christmas Eve 'was the day

52 WINTER PLEASURES.they kept at the cottage; becauseMary's papa and mamma alwaysspent Christmas Day with grand-mamma. She lived in a largeold house, in a country town tenmiles off. Everything in herhouse was clean and shining; therooms smelt very sweet, andgrandmamma was very kind, andlet the children do whatever theyliked; and her two maids were so;:. -natured, and petted them;. a there were always such nice.cakes, oranges, and jellies. Then,. in the evenings there was sure to' be a magic lantern, or a man toplay the fiddle; in short, goingto grandmamma's was a verygreat pleasure..."

r 11" ;-- ?WINTER PLEASURES. 53Mary now asked her papa tocome down to the pond, and giveher another lesson in sliding. Hecame out, and as they ran alongthey found numbers of things toadmire. Every blade of grasswas fringed with the white frost-work, and the leaves of all theweeds that grew near the hedgeslooked quite pretty with theirnew trimming. But, above all,the mosses in the little wood thatskirted the field were most lovely. ifWhen winter strips the trees of 'their leaves, then the littlebright green mosses come andclothe the roots and stems, as ifto, do all they can to comfort

54 WINTER PLEASURES.them; and to-day they weresparkling all over, and seemedto be dressed out for some festi-val. Mary and her papa stoppedbefore a weeping birch-tree, withthe green moss growing on itssilvery white stem. After ad-miring it for some time, theylooked up at its branches thathung drooping over their heads."HIow light and feathery they, look," said Mary. "I think they: :'-'are quite as pretty as in summer."; J "I think so too," said herpapa. "I even think the birchmore beautiful in winter than insummer; and all the trees showus the grandeur and beauty of

WINTER BPLEASURES.their forms more when the leavesare gone. Look at their greatsweeping; branches.""Yes," said Mary, "and thenall the little twigs. look so pretty,and like lace-work.""And more than ever we mustadmire them," said her papa,"when we think that in everylittle bud at their tips lie theyoung leaves folded in, and safelyshielded by this brown coveringfrom: the cold; but all ready toburst forth. when the' soft springair and. sunshine tell them it istime." ,Mary was delighted at thisthout, and they spent a little.

56WINTER PLEASURES.while looking at the differentbuds, particularly those of thechestnut-trees, with their shiningbrown coats. Mary took greatcare not to break one off; shesaid, "It would be such a pitythe little leaves should not feelthe spring air, and come out inthe sunshine.""But, 0 Chrissy, what a love-ly bunch of jewelled leaves youhave collected !" cried she. "0,yes, that branch in the middlewill look pretty; it has managedto go on looking like coral, andto keep its diamonds, because itwas so shaded. Now you willput the brown oak leaves, all

WINTER PLEASURES.57shining. Here are some more;do put these; and then the pretty.little brown beech leaves glitter-ing all over. It looks beautiful !""How pretty the form of theoak leaves is," said Chrissy.Now let us take it in to mam-ma," cried Mary."But, remember," said Chrissy," if we take it in all its charm willvanish. Here in the frosty air itlooks as if it had been dressed upby the fairies, but in the warmroom we should soon have noth-ing but a bare twig and a fewwithered leaves."Mary looked rather sad."See," said Chrissy, "let us

58 WINTE. PLEASURES.fasten it to the top of yourmamma's favorite seat under thebeech-tree; it will make a prettyornament there."Now the sliding began. Mary'spapa took hold of her hand andran with her along the field, tillthey came to the edge of thepond; then away they went,sliding side sid side. He kepttight hold of her hand; for shecould not help tumbling downvery often, becauise this was only-the second time she had tried,Once they both very nearly had atumble, for Bouncer came out,and ran bounding and barking bytheir side, and rushed on the ice

WINTERB PLEASURES.S9with them; but he suddenlystopped short and barked, as if tosay, "How is this? What makesthe water so hard this morning?"and when he stopped they nearlytumbled over him,' but they man-aged tog keep up. After slidingtill Mary's face looked like a rosy-cheeked apple, it was time to goin to lessons; and afterwardsthey took a walk, and saw somegentlemen and boys skating onthe large pond on the- Common.Just as Mary's mamma saidthey must go home, the Londoncoach with its four horses camegayly along the hard frosty roadalong the Common. A boy on

60 WINTER PLEASURES.the top waved a red handkerchief,and Mary cried out, "That'sThomas; I know it is!" Shewas quite right, for the coachstopped, and aunt Mary andWillie got out, while Thomasslid down from the roof. Theywere soon shaking hands, givingkisses and kind welcomes, andall walked merrily up the lane,and had a very happy dinner.Then came what Mary called"happy time." This was thetime when it grew dark, candleswere brought, shutters and cur-tains closed, and they all col-lectec round the tea-table, whilethe fire blazed, the kettle boiled,

WINTER PLEASURES.61and everything looked bright andpleasant. This evening it seemedhappier' than ever; and nextmorning it was delightful toawake and remember who hadcome to the cottage, and to seethe party at breakfast; and thento have Thomas and Willie toslide on the pond. Mary grewquite a brave slider before theywere called in to dinner.When dinner was over, sheasked her mamma whether theyshould not go on with nice workthis evening? and her mammasaidy; "0, yes, they must, or theyshould not be ready." This "nicework" was preparing a number

62 WINTER PLEASURES,of presents, which were to begiven away at Christmas. Noneof their friends had been for-.gotten. Mary was busy hem-ming, knitting, dressing dolls,and making pincushions; hermamma was also hard at work,and besides, was- often cuttingout and fixing, and had a villagegirl, who came almost every dayfor work, making frocks anddifferent things; Chrissy was alsobusy malking all kinds of prettythings.When aunt Mary heard of it,she said, "We are all at work inthe same way. Thomas hasbrought his turning lathe, and a

WINTER PLEASURES.68few tools that he has, and heand Willie are very busy aboutsomething." Thomas put hisfinger on his lips to show herthat she must not tell what thatsomething was, and Willie puthis arms round her neck, andwhispered something very mys-teriously."Chrissy and Mary have somesecret too," said. Mary's mamma,"they go into a room by them-selves every day, and nobodymust disturb them."At this they both laughed."Well, we shall know about itall on Christmas Eve," said'Mary, "and then, besides, we

64 WINTER PLEASURES.shall see somebody, mamma says;somebody that is coming herethat we shall like very much, andthat we know, and yet have neverseen.""Is it a gentleman or lady?"asked Thomas."A gentleman," said Mary; " Ihave guessed everybody I canthink of, but I cannot find out.""Somebody we know, and yethave never seen," said Thomas;"who can it be?"L..

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