Front Cover
 Half Title
 Title Page
 Table of Contents
 List of Illustrations
 Two small folks
 Mr. Noah
 It rained again
 Pollie stayed at home
 After the thunder-storm
 Six years old
 "Don't go"
 "Over the sea"
 Into the sea
 "I hate lessons!"
 Eight years old
 Back Cover

Title: Pollie and Jack
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Title: Pollie and Jack a small story for small people
Physical Description: 212, 16 p., 6 leaves of plates : ill. (some col.) ; 18 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Boutell, Mary E. C ( Mary Elizabeth Chevallier )
Marcus Ward & Co
Royal Ulster Works
Publisher: Marcus Ward
Thomas Nelson
Place of Publication: London
Publication Date: 1875
Subject: Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Twins -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Brothers and sisters -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Cousins -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Nurses -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Publishers' catalogues -- 1875   ( rbgenr )
Bldn -- 1875
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Spatial Coverage: England -- London
Northern Ireland -- Belfast
General Note: Added t.p. and frontispiece illustrated in colors.
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Statement of Responsibility: by Alice Hepburn.
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
    Half Title
        Page 1
        Page 2
        Page 3
    Title Page
        Page 4
        Page 5
        Page 6
    Table of Contents
        Page 7
    List of Illustrations
        Page 8
    Two small folks
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        Page 12
        Page 13
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        Page 14a
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    Mr. Noah
        Page 26
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    It rained again
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    Pollie stayed at home
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    After the thunder-storm
        Page 74
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    Six years old
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    "Don't go"
        Page 99
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    "Over the sea"
        Page 110
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    Into the sea
        Page 130
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        Page 134a
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    "I hate lessons!"
        Page 145
        Page 146
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    Eight years old
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XI.--"I HATE LESSoNS!" 145





IN THE NURSERY Frontispiece.



FELl 174



W ELL, as the rain would not stop, there
could be no going out that afternoon;
and oh how hard it was!-at least so thought
two very small folks as they sat on the
nursery floor trying to play. But what was
the use of trying to play when the bricks
would not build, Dolly was very ill, and Mr.
Noah could not stand ? I must tell you that
Mr. Noah was a great favourite, and always
had been; in the first place, the ark belonged
to him and all that was in the ark; other
things besides the animals used to go into
the ark, as the more animals were lost the
more room there was for the small china

Io Pollie and Jack.

dolls, the bricks that would not go into their
own box, and the red and blue ball that was
Jack's very own.
Jack was one of the small folks; he was
five, and wore a sailor suit, dark blue with
white braid and anchor buttons; the other
small folk was named Pollie, she was five too,
as she was Jack's twin sister. Mr. Noah and
his ark belonged to them both, and was one
of their last birth-day presents; he had done
everything right until to-day, and he always
took care of all the things in the ark at night,
but now he would not stand, and pray what
was the use of a Mr. Noah who either could
not or would not stand? Jack made him
lean against two bricks, and he certainly did
keep up then, but when Jack took the bricks
away ever so gently, down went Mr. Noah
flat; Pollie tried three times to make him
stand, but he always fell. Pollie, who was
very patient, would have gone on trying;
Jack could not bear things that did not go
right directly, so he shook Mr. Noah, and, I
am sorry to say, squeezed him at the same

Two Small Folks. Ii

time so hard that one of his arms, the right
arm, cracked quite off. Pollie nearly cried,
but Jack said it was all Mr. Noah's fault for
not standing, as, if he had stood up properly
he would not have been shaken, and if he had
not been shaken his arm would not have
come off. Jack whispered to Pollie that he
thought Mr. Noah ought to be burned, as a
punishment for being obstinate; he whispered
this, because he knew very well that they
were never allowed to put anything into the
fire; they were not disobedient children, and
yet they did so long, just this once, to pop
Mr. Noah into the fire; of course they would
not want to do it again, because when poor
Noah was quite burned up there would be an
end of him.
Nurse was very busy working, with her
back towards the children, so Jack told Pollie
to sit quite still and he would creep up to the
fire, throw Mr. Noah into the very middle of
those red-hot coals, and then how he would
crackle! Pollie sat as still as possible, except
a little tremble every now and then as Jack

12 Pollie and Jack.

went nearer and nearer to the fire; he had
reached the guard now and was standing by
it with Mr. Noah held high up, all ready to
be thrown, when nurse suddenly dropped her
large scissors on the floor; she turned round
to pick them up and saw Jack standing a
great deal too near the fire, with something
in his hand. Nurse was rather cross just then,
for she hated wet days, so she called out very
sharply, "Master Jack, you are the naughtiest
boy, come away from that fire directly !"
Jack jumped, I can tell you, and in his
fright let Mr. Noah fall into the fender and
he rolled under the shovel; then Pollie, who
had been very frightened all the time Jack
was on his dangerous journey, began to cry.
This made nurse scold Pollie, and Jack almost
forgot he was a big boy and wore braces, and
nearly cried too, when the nursery door
opened and in came Cousin Maud to see
what was the matter.
Cousin Maud was grown up and was very
fond of small folks, especially Jack and Pollie;
she soon heard the whole story from nurse

Two Small Folks. 13

and Jack at once, for Jack had a very long
tongue, and the more he talked the less tired
it seemed to get; bigger people than himself
were often obliged to tell him not to wear out
his poor tongue, or at least not to let it wag
quite so fast.
Cousin Maud took Pollie on her lap, and
Jack came and nestled quite close to her;
when the sad history of Mr. Noah was over,
Cousin Maud asked nurse if the two little
people might go with her to her room until
tea-time; there was a whole hour yet before
tea would be ready. Mr. Noah was forgotten
directly, and Pollie's tears turned into smiles,
which suited her dear little face much better.
Nurse, who was really very fond of Pollie and
Jack, let them go directly, and I can tell you
it did not take them long to get to Cousin
Maud's room.
Perhaps you would like to know what her
room was like; it was not very large-and
not very small, but just that comfortable
middle-size that would be so nice in every-
thing if we could but find it. There was one

14 Pollie and cack.

window looking out into the garden, and you
could see the field beyond as well; the paper
on the walls was very light pink, with a long
wreath of white flowers and green pointed
leaves running all the way round at the top :
"too high up to begathered," as Pollie used to
say, which was ajoke, of course; the carpet was
pink and white, and so were the curtains, and
the dressing-table was covered with the same
pretty rosy colour, so that the whole room
had a rosy look. There happened to be two
small chairs in that room, one made of basket-
work, painted pink and white, and the other
a tiny arm-chair with a worsted work cover
that Pollie and Jack's mamma had worked
years ago; this last chair was always Pollie's
place; Jack liked the basket-work chair best
because it creaked, which he called talking,
but Cousin Maud agreed with Pollie and liked
chairs that did not talk," much better. No
sooner had Jack and Pollie settled themselves
in their chairs, and drawn them up quite close
to Cousin Maud, who sat by the window on
a small sofa, than she began directly-



"* - -P. -


Two Small Folks. 15

"Once upon a time, when I was a little
girl"-here she stopped and looked at Jack
and Pollie to see if they were in the story
mood, for it was no use beginning if Jack
wanted his chair to talk, and Pollie was pretty
sure to like what Jack did. But now a story
was just the very thing of all others they
most wanted, and "Go on, oh please go on,
Cousin Maud," was their answer to the look
she gave them. So she began again.
"Once upon a time, when I was a little girl
one year older than Pollie and Jack" ("Then
you were six," said Jack), "and quite old
enough to know that I ought to be good in-
stead of naughty, I am sorry to tell you I did
a very naughty thing. My mamma had
been very ill and had to go to the sea-side,
so I was sent to stay with my grandmamma,
who lived in a large old house quite in the
country; a dear old house, very long, with
lots of windows, and such a large garden : at
least there were three gardens : first of all
one round the house, then a moat full of
water, and another garden outside the moat,

16 Pollie and Jack.

and there was a kitchen-garden besides.
Well, when it was fine I almost lived in the
garden; my cousin Alice, who is married,
you know, now, and gone to India, used to
play with me, indeed we were always to-
gether. But a wet day came, which made
us feel very cross indeed, and instead of re-
membering what we had so often been told,
that rain is sent to do good, and that plenty
of fine days would come afterwards, we kept
grumbling and would not even try to play.
We were by ourselves in the large play-room,
and as we stood watching the rain Alice said
to me-
"' Maudie, I am going out in it.'
I was not as bold as Alice, and I started
and said,
"'Oh Alice, you know we mustn't.'
"But Alice paid no attention to this, and
walked out of the room, went up-stairs to our
bed-room, and began to dress; I did not like
to be left alone, so I dressed too : we put on
our water-proof cloaks which had hoods and
pockets, and down-stairs we crept. We were

Two Small Folks. 17

nearly caught, for as we were turning down
the stairs, just where the first landing came,
we heard some one coming. We scrambled
up again as fast as possible; the second time
we got on all right, and went down the front
stairs, along the passage, past the drawing-
room door, and into the porch; the front door
was open, as the rain did not come in, and
grandmamma liked plenty of air.
"Alice dashed out into the rain and I ran
after her; we went past the drawing-room
windows, no one saw us, then along the
gravel path, over the bridge across the moat,
and along another path that led to the old
cider house. This was one of our favourite
places, especially as cider was being made,
and we sometimes were allowed to drink a
little apple juice out of the large tubs, through
straws; we began to hunt about for straws
directly, and Alice found a beauty; we could
not find another, so we agreed to take it in
turns and I was to have the first turn. Just as
I was thinking how sweet the juice was, and
leaning rather too far over the tub-"

18 Pollie and Jack.

In you tumbled!" said Jack.
"No, I did not tumble in, but my hat did;
I had not put it on properly in my hurry to
get dressed as soon as Alice.
"What was to be done?
"Alice turned up her sleeves as high as she
could and tried to reach the poor hat, but it
was now quite in the middle of the tub; just
then I saw a stick in a corner, the next
minute I had given it to Alice, and she was
fishing for the hat, which she called 'a horrid
tiresome fish,' as it would not be caught till
it was quite soaked with the red apple juice.
When my poor hat was at last caught, oh,
what a sad sight it was Certainly it was
rather old, being my garden hat; before its
tumble it was white straw with blue ribbon
round it, and a bow and long ends behind;
now, hat and ribbon looked all alike-a kind
of dark red colour.
"' Oh Alice!' I said,' whatever shall we do ?'
Alice looked at the hat very gravely and
then said,' I think we must hang it outside
on a tree for the rain to wash it.

Two Small Folks. 19

"This we did, but somehow or other we
could not amuse ourselves so well after this
accident; the truth was, that we were both
beginning to feel we were not doing right,
and although it is often very nice at first to
do a naughty thing, you are sure to be sorry
at last.
"Alice stood thinking for a minute, and then
she said-
"'Maudie, let us play at shop; I will be the
shopman, and you shall be the people that
come and buy things, and my shop is going
to have everything in it.'
"' But Alice,' I said, 'I am only me, so how
can I be people?'
"'Of course you keep changing,' said Alice;
'now help me first to make the counter and
fill the shop.'
"We found a board, a very dusty board it
was, and two old flower-pots in a corner; we
put the board on the flower-pots, so that it
looked like a long table, and made a capital
counter, although it was rather low down.
Alice knelt on the floor to arrange all the

20 Pollie and Jack.

things; little heaps of dust or earth made
different sorts of sugar, indeed there was
more sugar than anything else, because it was
the easiest thing to find, for the floor of the
old cider house was thickly covered with a
regular carpet of dust. Then we had little
sticks for candles, and smaller ones still for
matches, and bits of a broken flower-pot
made beautiful dishes and plates.
"As soon as the shop was ready Alice said
I must come and buy, and that I was to be a
poor woman, and to be sure not to want any-
thing that was not in the shop; so I came
and asked for candles and matches, brown
sugar, a plate and two dishes, for all of which
I paid ten little stones, which were sixpences
and shillings: I found them near the door.
"Just as Alice was telling me what I was to
be next, we heard a dog bark; up jumped
Alice and over went the shop.
"'Oh Maudie!' she said, 'what shall we
do? it is Carl, and Cousin Tom is sure to be
with him,'-and so he was, for we heard a
whistle, and Carl barked again.

Two Small Folks. 21

"Now I must tell you that Carl was rather
a large white dog, with a bushy tail curling
over his back, and a sharp nose; and although
he did not much mind little boys and girls,
he was not very fond of them; once he had
shown his teeth and given a snap at Alice,
so we always expected him to bite. Cousin
Tom was a big boy in jackets, who was
staying at Melton Hall, as grandmamma's
house was called; he used to tease us some-
times, and as we were rather silly little girls,
I am sorry to say we were even more afraid
of Cousin Tom than we were of Carl. 'Oh,
"Alice!' I said, as I heard the whistling and
barking coming nearer and nearer, 'let us
Side, oh, do let us hide.'
There was no time to lose; we ran behind
Sa great cider tub, and sat down close together
on the floor, quite hidden, but we had forgot-
ten the poor hat that was hanging outside.
"' I say, what's this?'said Cousin Tom;
'at him, Carl, fetch him down!'
"" Then we heard Carl barking and jumping.
"'Oh, Alice,' I whispered,' my hat, my hat.'

22 Pollie and Jack.

The next minute Cousin Tom and Carl
were inside the cider house.
"' Very odd to find a hat without a head,'
said Tom; 'come out you two; I'm sure
you're dodging about somewhere, and Carl
will soon have you out and snap off your
heels in a brace of shakes.'
"This awful threat made us start up at
once, and I know I felt quite cold and shak-
ing with fright. All Tom did was to laugh,
and make Carl bark at us, but at last he said-
"'Well, you two have given me a nice
chase; why, I have been after you for the
last hour or more, and Granny will give it
you well, I can tell you, so just be off to the
house, sharp; there's a pair of rods in pickle
for you that will make you dance out of your
shoes in the short space of no time.'
"We did not stay to hear any more, but set
off at once; it was not raining so much now,
indeed the sky was getting nice and blue
with little rays of sunshine coming now and
then, and everything looking so much brighter
than it did when we ran out in the rain, that

Two Small Folks. 23

we kept wishing more and more that we had
but waited a little longer, when we should
have been sure to be allowed to go out till
tea-time. Ah! it was too late now to wish
this, and how very soon we got to the house.
"We went in by the garden door, hoping
not to meet anyone, but Granny was waiting
for us. There were no rods, but I know we
minded dear Granny's words far more than
whole rows of rods; she was always so kind
to us, and now we had really vexed her. She
spoke to Alice most, indeed I do not think
she would have said anything to me if my hat
had not been missing; Granny asked me
where it was, and instead of answering, what
will you think of Cousin Maud when I tell
you that I burst out crying, and hid my face
with my very dusty hands. Then kind
Granny took me on her lap, for I was a very
Little girl for my age, smaller than Pollie,
although I was a little older-and how kindly
and gravely she talked to me; she made me
Think of m y ow n dear m other. G ranny said
that she was sure that I should not have gone

24 Pollie and jack.

out in the rain unless Alice had, but that it
was wrong of me all the same, as when we
see anyone do a naughty thing, we ought not
to copy it; she told me that little girls ought
to be able to be trusted, and not to want some
one always to watch and see that they are
good; it would be no use only being good then;
we ought to remember to be just as good when
we are in a room all alone, as if we had any-
one with us-and here her voice was so sweet
and low, I seem to hear it now-she told us
never to forget that the Great God up in
heaven can see and does see us always.
"Alice and I had forgotten that; we told
Granny so, and then told her everything we
had done; presently she took us up to old
nurse Thompson, and said that we were to
have our tea up in the nursery, and not go
down in the drawing-room at all that evening.
This made us very sorry again, and there
were tears in Alice's eyes as well as mine, but
Granny kissed us both, and said she should
come just as she did every night, to tuck us
up in bed and bid us good-night; we could not

Two Small. Folks. 25

help feeling sure that Granny knew best, as
she always did, and that we quite deserved
our punishment.
"Old nurse took off our cloaks, and a sad
mess they were in; our frocks and stockings
were nearly as bad, for our cloaks had not
kept buttoned, and we had never once thought
how dusty we were; our hands and faces were
'to match,' nurse said, and a rare scrubbing
she gave them."
Just then came a knock at Cousin Maud's
door, and nurse looked in and said-
"Please Miss Pollie and Master Jack, tea
is ready."
"Oh not yet, not yet," cried out both little
voices, but Cousin Maud said they must go,
as tea would not wait, but her story would;
besides she had more stories for good small
People, who not only did what they were told,
"but did it directly.
So Pollie and Jack went off with nurse to


SSUPPOSE you have quite forgotten
SMr. Noah? He did not go into the fire,
you know; he rolled under the shovel, and
there he would be now, if Susan the nursery-
maid had not found him when she cleaned
the fire-place in the morning.
Susan was not nearly as old as nurse;
Pollie and Jack's mamma knew that Susan's
father and mother were very poor, and that
there were six more children younger than
Susan, and often there was not anything like
enough for them all to eat; this was why
Susan was taken from her poor home to help
nurse, and to learn to be a nurse one day
herself. Pollie and Jack were very fond of
Susan, and Susan was just as fond of them.

Mr. Noah. 27

Susan used to get up early in the morning
before it was light, and she swept out the
nursery, opened the windows quite wide to
let out the dust, and to let in the beautiful
fresh morning air: then she cleaned the grate
till it shone again, and whilst she was doing
this, who should she find lying under the
shovel, but

Susan felt sorry for Mr. Noah; one of his
arms was gone, except a little spike at the
top that was worse than no arm at all, as it
made him scratchy to hold, and his long red
coat was very dirty, especially in front, so that
the row of yellow buttons the whole way
down scarcely showed at all. Susan was
quite sure that Mr. Noah was thrown away,
that no one cared for him any more, and that
if he had really gone into the fire and been
frizzled up all to nothing, it would not have
mattered in the least.
But the last time Susan went home one of
her little brothers, it was Bobby, was very ill.

28 Pollie and _Jack.

Bobby was just seven, and he had never been
strong, and now he was too ill to get up at
Susan used to go home every Sunday
afternoon, for her cottage was only two miles
off; the day that Susan found Mr. Noah was
Saturday, so of course you know the next day
would be Sunday, and Susan thought how
pleased her poor little brother Bobby would
be if she took Mr. Noah to him. Bobby had
no toys, and had never even seen a Mr. Noah.
But Susan knew that no one ought to take
anything not their very own, without asking,
so when nurse came into the room she asked
her if she thought she might have Mr. Noah;
nurse said she might and welcome, and into
Susan's -pocket Mr. Noah directly went. It
was much more comfortable than lying under
the shovel.
When Sunday afternoon came Susan
walked home, carrying Mr. Noah carefully
done up in paper, for she knew Bobby would
be so pleased at having a little parcel to
undo. Poor Bobby had not slept at all the

Mr. Noah. 29

night before, his cough kept him awake; he
was lying very pale and still when Susan
went in, looking too tired to care for any-
thing, but he was always glad to see Susan,
and now that she had brought him a little
parcel, his thin white face brightened up, and
his fingers were soon busy undoing the paper;
oh how surprised he was when out tumbled
Mr. Noah! Susan had to answer so many
questions: Bobby wanted to know all about
the ark, and could hardly believe there were
so many animals in it; he wished he might
have some of the broken ones-the pig with
three legs and a pin to stand upon, the lamb
with no legs at all, and the canary without a
tail; but as he could not have them, he would
hear about them instead, and Mr. Noah
should listen too, for of course he must care
for all the animals very much indeed, Bobby
had to stop talking soon, for the cough would
come; Susan lifted him up and wrapped him
in an old warm shawl that Pollie and Jack's
mamma had given him; Bobby lay in Susan's
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30 Pollie and Jack.

last the cough stopped, Bobby fell asleep, and
Mr. Noah rolled out of his hand to the floor.
Susan saw him, and when she had put her
little brother back to bed without waking
him, Mr. Noah was picked up and placed just
where Bobby would be sure to see him when
he awoke.
You cannot think how fond Bobby soon
was of Mr. Noah; he always had him close
by, usually on the counterpane, which was a
very old one made of patch-work, by Susan.
Bobby used to make a fold of the counterpane
stick up, and then lean Mr. Noah against it,
so that he looked as if he was standing; as
to his having only one arm, that did not
matter at all, as Bobby had two and could get
everything that Mr. Noah might want; if he
wanted anything that Bobby could not reach,
his punishment was, to be "stood on his head"
for five minutes unless he promised to be
good, when he was instantly turned the right
way up again. On the whole, you could not
have found two better friends than Bobby and
Mr. Noah, and I am sure they would be good

Mr. Noah. 3'

friends still if it had not been for a sad thing
that happened.
Poor little Bobby did not get any better;
the sun shone ever so brightly, the birds sang
ever so sweetly, other little boys ran about
and played and never seemed to get tired,
and always found bed-time come too soon;
but Bobby was always tired, and oh, so very
thin; his eyes looked large and bright and his
cough got worse. At last Bobby was far too
tired and weak to care even for dear Mr.
"Noah; he said his little brother Sam might
have him, as he should not want him any
more at all.
It would make you too sorry if I told you
how much Bobby suffered, and how unhappy
Susan was every Sunday, when she found
that Bobby was much worse instead of better.
I will only tell you what ought to make you
"glad instead of sorry.
One night, when Bobby had coughed very
Such, and his mother was holding him in her
arms so that he might breathe more easily,
Bobby suddenly started up, stretched out both

32 Pollie and Jack.

his little hands, and such a bright look came
over his small pale face, that you would have
thought he could see far away up into heaven.
The beautiful angels must have seen that
look; God sent them down from His glorious
heaven to carry little Bobby away to that
bright land above, where there are no more
tears and not any pain. Bobby was happier
there than he would have been if he had
been well and strong, for God loves little
children far more than anyone else can love


T was summer time: it had been fine
Sfor many days, and the sun shone so
warmly that Pollie and Jack had often
found it too hot to work in their gardens
where there was no shade, and they used
to play in the verandah, or under the tall
lime-trees. Under the lime-trees was their
favourite place, because the verandah had
to be kept neat, and trees, you know, do
not matter, for just see how they drop their
leaves about, and little sticks besides. Pollie
and Jack had made a house for some lady-
birds under one of the lime-trees; first, they
picked up all the little twigs they could find,
Sthe straight ones, and these sticks were stuck
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34 Pollie and Jack.

a little place left open in front for the door;
then longer sticks were laid across the top
for the roof, and grass put over that for
thatch, and more grass was laid inside to
make a nice soft carpet for the lady-birds.
A laurel leaf was the door. It was rather a
tiresome door, as the least breath of wind
blew it down, and it did not fit very well
when it was up, for the lady-birds used to
creep out at the sides; Pollie and Jack had
to take it in turns to watch the door.
Now this had been capital play, and the
two children were determined to make a
much bigger and grander house the next day,
with two rooms in it, and a door that would
keep shut as long as they chose-when,
down came the rain; not only showers, but
rain, rain, rain, that did not look at all likely
to stop all that day. I must tell you that
Pollie and Jack had been very good the
whole morning, and when they were told
that the rain did good, and that it was not
only naughty, but wicked of little boys and
girls to be angry at the rain, they had both

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been good directly, and had played about
together without one cross word, not giving
trouble to anybody.
Cousin Maud had noticed all this, and said
to herself, "I think two such good little
people ought to have something to please
them; I wonder if they would like another of
my stories ?"
Do you think Pollie and Jack said Yes, or
No, when they were asked this question?
I think, indeed I know that they said Yes.
And how long do you think they took to
get nicely settled in Cousin Maud's room, all
ready to listen very hard indeed?
Why, I believe it took exactly one minute.
Jack sat in the talking chair, and Pollie in
the little arm-chair: I expect you knew that
before I had time to tell you.
This was how Cousin Maud began:
"Of course you like playing out of doors
much better than playing in-doors; all happy
little children who live in the country do,
although other children who have to live in
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36 Pollie and Jack.

trees and no green fields, would say that they
must like in-door play the best, because there
was no out-door play to like; for how could
they play in the streets, when they went out
for a walk with nice clothes on, that must not
be tumbled or spoilt? I stayed in a great
town once when I was a little girl, and I got
tired of it in three days, but I need not talk
any more about this, or you will wonder
when my story is coming.
Not long after that very naughty wet day
about which I told you last time, Alice and I
were left for a whole day to ourselves: that
is, all the time from directly after breakfast
till bed-time; we went to bed at eight.
It was a lovely summer day, not so very
hot that you could not bear to be in the sun
at all, but quite hot enough to make you like
the shade best. All the morning, Alice said,
should be spent in giving me climbing
lessons, for Alice was very like a boy in
many ways, and always used to say she
wished she was one; she does not say so
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especially little boys that wear dark blue
sailor suits with anchor buttons.
I did not care for climbing at all really, but
I always wished to try and do what Alice
did. We had on brown holland dresses that
hardly ever tore, and old brown hats. There
was a large Portugal laurel not very far from
the house, very bushy at the top, and with
branches quite low down, so that it was easy
enough to climb up a little way. I had once
before climbed as far as what Alice called her
sofa, which was a long branch, rather flat,
with little branches at each side of it; it made
quite a comfortable seat if you tucked up
your feet and took hold of a branch on one
side, at least I always took hold of that
branch; Alice seemed to perch like a bird,
and never to want to take hold of anything,
except to help her in climbing.
"Alice said that I had better first climb to
the sofa, and practise sitting there without
holding, whilst she climbed about far over
my head to see how high she could get; I was
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38 Pollie and Jack.

knocked down little sticks, which she very
often did.
"I kept on the sofa very well indeed for
some time, and could stay quite still for a
little time without holding; I began to think
I would try not to hold at all, and that I
would watch Alice instead of even thinking
of holding. Alice climbed away from one
place to another, calling herself a squirrel
sometimes, then a monkey or a bird; I was
wondering which of the three she was most
like, and leaning over to watch her, when,
over I rolled. I was too much frightened at
first to know anything, until suddenly felt
a jerk at my dress and found myself hung up
by it, not so very far from the ground, to be
sure, but much farther than I dare jump sup-
posing I had not been hooked up so tight.
Down climbed Alice as fast as ever she could,
making such a scrambling up there that I
quite thought she would tumble next, and
that then down we should both go. But Alice
was too good a climber for that. She called
out to me,

It rained again. 39

"'Don't be frightened, Maudie, don't be
frightened, I'll soon help you down.'
But it was not so easy to do that, and Alice
found she could not manage it at all. There
was only one thing to be done, and that was
for Alice to run to the house and fetch some
one. I said I should not be frightened, and
that I would stay quite still till Alice came
back, but I did not like it at all, and I thought
it was hours before I heard Alice calling
"'Here we come, Maudie!'
"Soon I saw Alice running very fast, and
Sarah, the housemaid, who was a great
favourite of burs, running after her. Sarah
was very tall and strong, and she soon un-
hooked me, and put me down on the grass; I
felt quite giddy, and as if I was still in the
tree, but Alice said a good run would soon
cure that, especially if I had a swing after-
wards. We then ran to the swings, for there
were two, under a large evergreen oak the
other side of the house. I was very fond of
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standing with Alice, although I did not do
so often, because Grandmamma thought the
other way the best for little girls.
"After swinging we stopped a minute to
think what we should do next; it was only
a little past eleven, and we did not have our
dinner till one, so there would be a capital-
long time before dinner. At last we remem-
bered that the old summer-house wanted
cleaning out very much indeed, and now
would be the time to do it.
"Off we set directly, first to the house,
where we soon found Sarah and told her
what we wanted to do; could she find us an
old broom and a duster, and ought one to
sweep first and dust afterwards?
"Sarah said we must sweep first, because
we should make a great dust, then we must
let the dust settle a little, and after that rub
everything over with a duster. She found
us an old broom; the handle was rather
loose, and came out sometimes, but then it
was very easy to stick it in again, and it was
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It rained again. 41

you could not go on sweeping too long;
when you had to stop to put the handle in
again, it would rest you beautifully.
Alice carried the broom and Sarah gave
me a duster, and off we set for the old sum-
mer-house. It was not at all like most sum-
mer-houses, it was more like a real room; I
will try and tell you all about it, so that you
may think you can see it. There was a little
verandah in front, up to which you went by
three steps at each side, built of bricks: four
white posts kept up the roof, and there was
a door just in the middle of the front of the
summer-house; this door was painted green,
and was only made of wood half-way up, the
top was all glass like a window. When you
went in you found yourself in quite a nice
little square room; the walls were painted a
sort of yellowish colour, and there was a tiny
window on each side, and a real fire-place
opposite the door; this fire-place was the
thing we liked best of all. We had a table
and two chairs, and there was a carpet which
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42 Pollie and Jack.

matter; then we had a little kettle and a
saucepan, real ones, that Grandmamma had
given us, and an old knife, two plates, and
one cup with a saucer that did not properly
belong to it.
"We set to work really quite hard, to
make the summer-house what Sarah would
call 'as clean as clean.' First of all we took
out all the furniture and put it on the path in
front of the verandah, then we shook the car-
pet, and you should just have seen the dust
that came out of it; the more we shook, the
more dust came, till Alice said she thought
that sort of carpet ought not to be shaken too
much, it would be better for it to be laid on
the grass to settle itself.
Then came the time for sweeping; Alice
knew I was longing to do it, so she said I
should have the first turn, while she rubbed
the table as she had seen it done at home.
I swept and swept till out dropped the
handle of the broom: it did not take long to
pop it in again, and I swept away till Alice
came to see how I was getting on. 'You

It rained again. 43

are forgetting all the corners, Maudie,' she
said; 'just look.'
"And certainly I had forgotten them all,
and they were the most dusty places. I set
to work again till my arms ached, so that I
thought it must be Alice's turn, and I called
to her to come.
"Alice went to work much better than I
had; she said she watched Sarah one day
when she was sweeping the dining-room.
Sarah had let her sit in one of the windows
covered up with the curtain, all but her eyes,
and she was now going to sweep just like
Sarah; all the corners were done first, then
the dust was swept up to the door and out
into the verandah; it was easy work after
that, as you only had to send the dust down
the steps, across a little bit of path, and
behind some bushes.
"We were getting on beautifully, and looked
quite like real servants Alice said, at least she
was sure she felt like one. The chairs had to
be thought of now; they were dusted first by
me and then by Alice, and afterwards we

44 Pollie and rack.

took turns at the table, but it would not shine
however hard we rubbed; we gave it up at
last, as Alice thought the table was too old
to shine, all the shine must have been taken
out of it before it was given to us.
"After this we went into the summer-house
and rubbed up the fire-place, which made the
duster too black to be used any more, and
then we brought in the carpet and put it
down beautifully smooth in the middle of the
room, afterwards the table and all the chairs.
The kettle and saucepan made us rather un-
happy, and we were wondering what to do to
them to get off that ugly brown look that
proper saucepans and kettles never had, when "
we heard the great bell ring; it always rang
for lunch, which was our dinner.
"' Oh, Alice,' I said, 'I know what we will
do; we will take the kettle and saucepan to
Sarah, she understands them; and what do
you think about the plates and cup and
saucer ? they are not as clean as those we
have at tea.'
"' We will take them too,' said Alice; so off

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we set, well loaded, which kept us from run-
ning as we usually did, for we liked running
much the best, just as Jack does, but here I
must stop for to-day."
Oh, dear," said Pollie: and Jack gave a
jump out of his chair and said,
Cousin Maud, I can turn head over heels
backwards, like this; can you ?" and over
went Jack on the hearth-rug. Cousin Maud
laughed and said that Jack could do more
than she could, and that she thought he was
a little tired of sitting still, which Master Jack
was, although he liked stories very much.
Jack and Pollie paid Cousin Maud for her
* story with a good hug, and would she
promise to tell them another when it rained
again ?
Then off they ran to the nursery, and Jack
had a ride on the rocking-horse that stood in
the landing, just outside the nursery door,
whilst Pollie took all the things out of her
baby-house, and dusted and swept just as
Cousin Maud and Alice had dusted and
swept the old summer-house.


WHAT sort of present do you think
came one day for Jack ?
Why, a real live pony; the very thing
of all others that Jack did so want to have.
How pleased Jack was, how he jumped and
danced and hugged everybody for joy; such
a dear little pony too, rough-haired and
brown, with a beautiful tail, and a saddle
and bridle and everything that Jack wanted,
even a little whip.
Jack was to go out for a ride that very
afternoon with coachman, who was going to
teach him to ride like a grown-up man, so
that he might ride with his papa, when he had
time to take him. Pollie liked the pony too,
and came to see Jack start; how brave he

Pollie stayed at Home. 47

was, not a bit more afraid than if he had been
on the old rocking-horse; I wish you could
have seen him. Pollie watched him till he
was quite out of sight, and then she gave a
great sigh and said,
What shall I do without Jack ?"
Cousin Maud heard this, and said,
"Can you do with me instead of Jack,
Pollie ? "
Oh yes, yes," was Pollie's answer, and
Pollie and Cousin Maud set off directly for
the great walnut-tree, another favourite place,
where it would be nice and shady.
What shall we do, Pollie ?" Cousin Maud
said; I believe I could tell you a fairy story,
unless you want to work in your garden first."
I'll garden afterwards, and have the story
now, please Cousin Maud," said Pollie, "and
I'll tell the story to Jack after tea."
The great walnut-tree had a seat under it,
made of rough sort of wood; it had been
there ever so long and was a very comfortable
place, with plenty of room for two Cousin
Mauds and Pollies.

48 Pollie and Jack.

"When I was a little girl," began Cousin
Maud, I was once very ill, and whilst I was
getting well my mother told me this story.
I was very fond of fairy stories, and she
made this one on purpose for me; it was

"Such a stream of golden sunlight; even
the dark pine woods were flecked with the
bright light, as it poured down in golden
gleams from the glorious sun.
"Up on the very top of the tallest fir-
tree the golden light was more golden than
ever; it would have dazzled your eyes if you
had been there, but it was far higher than
you could climb. Even the squirrels seldom
went there, and they are about the best
climbers I have ever seen. One particular
squirrel had been there once: he was a first-
rate jumper, and what a bushy tail he had,
and such bright eyes. He went all along the
tops of the trees till he came to this tallest fir-
tree, and a fine jump he had to give to get to

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it, but somehow or other he did not feel that
he had any business to be up there; the sun-
light nearly blinded him, and he used after-
wards to tell his friends not to climb too
high, and that the tall fir-tree was too tall for
"The sea was not far off; you could get
quite down to its very edge in ten minutes.
The sea and the fir-trees were very good
friends indeed, they had known one another
for years and years; the songs that they each
sang went so well together; but the louder
the fir-trees sang the sadder it made you
feel. When the sea not only sang, but roared
and raved, little children would run on the
sands and dance and shout with glee, as they
chased the big waves when they rolled back,
and then ran away screaming as the waves
tumbled towards them, all crested with white
"But what has all this to do with the tall
fir-tree? Do you know why it was so bright
up there?
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little favourite, 'Goldie.' If you had seen her
you would not have thought of asking why
she had that funny name. Goldie had golden
hair floating in golden ripples over her tiny
shoulders, golden wings, golden was her dress
and little shoes, and a golden wand was in
her mite of a hand; she flashed as she flew
I daresay you have often seen her without
"knowing it, as her favourite carriage is a sun-
beam, and she darts down among the sweet
flowers, and then off again to sweeter flowers
still, before you would have time to clap your
"Goldie was waiting for a message from
the Fairy Queen; she knew it must be com-
ing soon, for the music of the fir-trees came
nearer and nearer, oh so sweet, and that was
a sure sign.
"Suddenly the sweet sounds rolled on with
such haste, that if you had been there you
would have started and held your breath to
"A dormouse that had gone to sleep too

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soon, woke up all in a hurry and scampered
off till it could scamper no further, but no one
paid any attention to that; I believe the dor-
mouse slept all the sounder afterwards, when
the proper sleeping time came.
"Goldie was ready, she always was, and in
a moment the Fairy Queen was there, and
such sparkling and glimmering and sweet
voices and lovely light was never known be-
fore. The Queen's chariot was made of a
beautiful opal, shining with green, and blue,
and every colour: it was lined with pink
rose petals, that made cushions for her little
Majesty; she loved rose petals, and had fresh
ones every day: forty fairies used to gather
them very early, when the dew-drops gleamed
upon them like diamond showers.
The Fairy Queen's robes had been dipt
in a rainbow, and her wand was tipt with
a magic emerald; there was no other emerald
like that one.
"'Goldie,' said the Fairy Queen, 'how many
hundreds of miles can you fly for me to-
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myself, and coming back under the sea, just
for exercise, but how far can you go for me ?'
"Goldie bowed her pretty head and said-
"'Your Majesty has but to speak, and I
obey; distance is nothing to me, for I never
"The Queen smiled at Goldie, as she al-
ways did; then the smile changed to a sad
look, as she said-
"' The last time I was on earth, instead of
up in the air where I usually am, I found too
many tears; little children's tears; I must
charm them away, and you must take my
"As the Queen said this she untied from
her waist a rose-coloured sash, so thin and
light that you could see through it as you do
through the window; only when you looked
through this sash, it shed a beautiful rosy
light on all you saw, and made even ugly
things look quite pleasant.
"'Take my sash,' said the Queen, 'and go
hundreds of miles; you must stop at all
children's tears; you will know when you

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come to them because there will be shade
instead of sunshine. You must wave my
sash gently before the tearful eyes, and that
will soon bring smiles and sunshine back
"Goldie bowed and took the rose-coloured
sash, looked at it, and smiled to herself as
she thought what numbers of smiles were
hidden in that tiny thing, and no one knew
they were coming.
"The Fairy Queen was soon off again, with
the sweet music following her wherever she
went. It startled the squirrels this time,
especially two little brown fellows who were
each sitting up, very up indeed, with a fine
large acorn between their small paws, at
which they nibbled away as if they had never
tasted acorns before. When the rush of
music came so suddenly, jump went the
squirrels, down went the acorns patter patter
against the dry fir-branches, and what a
scrambling there was of little claws up the
rough fir bark! All this clatter made a grave
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those young things up there would do next,
and the old rabbit went home to her hole,
rather cross, and wondered all the way; she
would be wondering still if she had not ended
in a pie, but that only matters to the rabbit,
not to you or me or Goldie. The golden
sunshine all faded away, the pale silver moon-
light shone out instead, and little Goldie curled
herself up to sleep in one of the cracks in
a fir-cone; the sash was in her tiny hands,
and a breeze that went humming by blew
one of the rose-coloured ends over Goldie's
shut eyes, and what a lovely dream she
"This was Goldie's dream.
"Roses everywhere, a forest of roses; pink
and crimson, yellow and white, but more pink
ones than any others; rose-coloured roses ot
course. The air was so sweet that you
breathed roses, and little Goldie thought,
'Ah, this is the land I have wished so long
to find; I wonder whether I am wanted here.'
So she flew from rose to rose, each one
sweeter than the last, and asked them all if

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they wanted little Goldie; but the odd thing
was, that the roses, instead of answering her,
talked to one another.
The red rose bowed to the pretty pink
one close by, and said, 'Goldie is coming
soon you know, coming soon.' 'Coming
soon,' said the pink rose, 'very soon;' and
all the roses sang it, and bowed their lovely
heads, and yet they none of them seemed to
see Goldie, even when she touched their soft
petals with her little hand, to find out
whether they were real true roses. How
could she be 'coming soon' when she was
there already? Goldie was quite puzzled.
At last she heard a song coming from the
loveliest rose-tree of all in the very middle of
the forest; she flew towards it, and when she
was near the tree she saw on its top branch
a golden bird, singing and singing as sweetly
as possible. 'The bird will know,' thought
Goldie; and just at that moment the bird
stopped singing, and Goldie flew close up to
it and said, '0 beautiful golden bird, tell me
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when I am here now?' Then the bird, with
a joyous flutter of its golden wings, sang
again, and as it sang Goldie could hear these
words, 'Goldie has come too soon, too soon!'
then she remembered the rose-coloured sash,
and the Fairy Queen, and that there was
work for her to do; the work should be done,
and then she would ask the Queen to let her
go and live in the Forest of Roses; with this
thought Goldie awoke.
"The moonlight was all gone, and Goldie's
favourite beautiful bright sunlight was shining
on everything again. The birds had been
away some time, and were all practising
singing, as they always did every morning;
the squirrels had no chance of over-sleeping
themselves, I can tell you, as they lived up
in the fir-trees very near the birds. Goldie
loved to hear the birds and to watch the
squirrels, but there was no time for either
now. She stood for a moment on the tip-
top of her tall fir-tree and gave a look
round; all was so bright and golden in the
sunshine that Goldie thought, 'Surely there

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can be no children's tears to-day; I shall
have light work.'
Then off she flew, over the broad sea to
a fair island, all green hills and valleys, with
little villages nestled in between; she was
crossing over the greenest and freshest of
valleys, when a shadow passed over her, and
she knew directly that her work had begun.
"There was a tiny white cottage down
below, and the shade fell on it. 'The tears
are there,' said Goldie, and she looked round
for a sunbeam to help her; Goldie soon
found a sunbeam that was only waiting to be
wanted, and in a moment she flashed down
on it, through the window, into that white
"Two little children sat on the floor, and,
yes, there were the tears. Goldie was a
fairy, so of course she knew directly what was
the matter without any telling. The little
girl, who was seven, cried because mother
had gone out to work all day, and left her
and little brother Willie all alone; Willie cried
because his sister did. Goldie waved the

58 Pollie and yack.

rose-coloured sash before their eyes. The
little girl's tears fell slower and slower, and
at last they quite stopped; Willie's tears
turned into a regular smile, almost a laugh.
'Sister, look at kitty,' he said; and there was
the little fat white kitten jumping and danc-
ing and twirling round and round, trying
hard to catch her own tail; she was on the
broad window-sill and she went round so
fast that she rolled over the edge, flop on the
floor; this astonished kitty so much that
there she stood, stock still with one paw held
up, staring at the children.
"'We'll make kitty play more,' said Willie,
and his sister found a bit of string and an
empty reel to tie to it, which soon made kitty
play more indeed; the reel was almost as
hard to catch as her own tail, and far more
exciting. So the morning went, and the
dinner, left all ready for the two children on
the little table in the corner, was eaten; then
came afternoon and evening, and when mother
got home the sister's and brother's tears were
altogether forgotten, and no one ever knew

Pollie stayed at Home. 59

anything about them except Goldie and the
Goldie was off again. She had a long
fly this time; the sunshine was not quite so
golden, for a great town was close by, and
although the sunbeams would get through
the smoke, they felt rather dusty, and had
to shine harder than usual. Many shadows
began to fall on Goldie. Down she went
into a wide street; more tears, more tears,
on a dear little face, and falling on such a
pretty blue dress; it was a little girl again,
with golden hair, in which Goldie felt quite
at home, and she hid herself in it whilst she
held the rose-coloured sash before the child's
eyes. A bigger girl was walking with this
little girl, and she was almost scolding her,
because the little one had brought her pretty
new ball out for a walk, and of course the
ball had rolled away into the middle of the
street, a great cart wheel had gone over it
and spoilt it.
"'You have two more balls at home,
Nellie;' said the bigger girl, 'and it is your

60 Pollie and Jack.

own fault that the new one was spoilt; nurse
told you, you would be sure to drop it.' This
was not said in a scolding voice at all, but
very gently.
"Nellie began to think it was her own
fault, and the tears came slower and slower.
Goldie was watching all the time, and she
held the rose-colour again before the little
one's eyes. Nellie smiled at her big sister
and said,' Balls shall never come out for a
walk no more.' And the two went merrily
home, the poor flat ball was soon forgotten,
and Goldie flew off again."
Here Cousin Maud came to a sudden stop,
for who should come running across the grass
but Jack, waving his whip and calling out,
"Cousin Maud! Pollie! I've had such a
jolly ride, and coachman says I shall ride as
well as papa some day; the pony never
kicked at all, not once, and I shall go another
ride to-morrow "-here Jack had to stop for
breath, and before he had time to begin talk-
ing again about his ride the bell rang for tea.
No more Goldie to-day," said Pollie,

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rather sadly, but Cousin Maud said Goldie
would come back whenever she was wanted,
so Pollie went off to tea as smiling and happy
as if the rose-coloured sash had been that
moment before her own eyes.


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T O-MORROW came, and quite one of
Goldie's to-morrows it was; so sunny
and bright that it made you glad, and
Pollie and Jack were as happy as could
be, and wished that the sun would always
The afternoon matched the morning
beautifully, and a little time after dinner
Jack's pony came round, quite as ready for
a ride as Jack was, and off went Jack and
coachman again.
Pollie was as happy as Jack, for Cousin
Maud was all ready to go on with Goldie."
They sat under the lime-trees this time, be-
cause that was in front of the house, near the
drive, and they would see Jack ride all the

To-morrow. 63

way from the gate up to the door, when he
came home.
Pollie had her favourite doll Norah" with
her, and she was to listen and be very quiet
and good, especially as she had on her best
pink muslin frock, a white satin sash, and
pearl necklace. Norah was made to lean
against the stem of one of the lime-trees;
she was as good as gold, even better, as she
was no trouble at all to any one.
"Well, Pollie," Cousin Maud said, Goldie
found so many tears in that great town, that
if she had not been a fairy, and such a good
little fairy too, the tears would never have all
been sent away. Just as she turned the
corner of a broad street, down fell a little boy;
he was racing with another boy and he trod
on a stone, not a very big one, which rolled
under his foot: he slipt and over he went;
he thought he was dreadfully hurt, indeed one
of his hands had been badly scratched against
a sharp flint stone that had lost its way, and
was lying on the pavement, where it certainly
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64 Pollie and Jack.

that the boy who was racing with the little
one laughed at him instead of helping him up
again, and called him 'Cry-Baby;' down
came the tears, one after another.
"Goldie waved her sash over the tearful
eyes, and whispered, 'Don't cry; laugh at
yourself for tumbling down;' and so the little
boy soon did; then up he jumped, and found
out that after all he was not hurt anything
like enough to cry about.
Goldie was off again; she was flying past
a large house with many rows of windows,
one above the other; a dark shadow fell over
her from one of those windows, so in she flew.
There she saw a quantity of little white beds,
and small white faces lying on the pillows;
poor little sick children, some very ill, some
better, but all of them very tired of having to
lie so long in bed, not able to run about or
play. Goldie stopped at the head of one of
the beds where lay a very little boy, with
such blue eyes that you would have thought
that blue the sweetest colour you had ever
seen: it made you think of a lovely clear

To-morrow. 65

summer sky; but the blue was not as
bright as it used to be, for many tears were
Why must he always lie still? and his arm
did hurt him so.
Poor little fellow, he had fallen down some
very steep stairs and broken his arm, and now
he had to keep in bed, whilst the sun shone
so brightly; how he did long to go and play
with his brothers and sisters at home, and he
was sure they wanted him.
Goldie waved the rose colour before him,
and, yes, the tears began to stop; the little
blue-eyed boy remembered that he had been
told that the quieter he would lie, and the
happier he would try to be, the sooner he
would get quite well again. This was not
very easy to do, as his arm would ache, but
just then the door of the great room opened,
and two nurses and a lady came in; they each
carried a large basket, full of the most beauti-
ful toys you ever saw. Goldie knew directly
that she was not wanted any longer there, as
that lady would give the toys to the poor little

66 Pollie and Jack.

suffering children, which would soon bring
rose-colour into their white faces.
Goldie's sunbeam was waiting for her, and
they flashed off together, all over the town,
till all the children's tears there were gone.
They went on and on till they came to a
very large garden, where a party of children
were playing at hide-and-seek. 'Well,' said
Goldie to her sunbeam, 'surely there can
be no tears here.'
They went down a long green walk, then
through a round garden full of flower-beds
of all sorts of colours, along another green
walk and past a pigeon-house, where quantities
of white pigeons with pretty fan-tails lived;
after that there was a little wood full of
rather small trees, like Christmas trees, and
here a shadow was waiting for Goldie.
"A little girl, very like you, Pollie, had
hidden in this wood, and she had hidden so
well that she could not even find herself
Oh, it was not fun at all; she liked Christmas
trees very much in a room all lighted up, but
they were not nice when they grew so close

To-morrow. 67

together, had no presents on them, and
would not let her see the way out. Goldie
could help her you know, and the rose-colour
was soon before the little girl's eyes; she left
off crying, and began to listen; just then the
pigeons cooed. 'Oh,' she thought, 'I'll get
to the pigeons, and'then I shall be all right,'
for she knew the way along the green walks
and through the flower-garden. It only
wanted two or three pushes, and one crawl,
to get through and under the Christmas trees,
and she found herself close to the pigeon-
house. Away she ran along the green paths,
and just as she heard some of the other
children coming she popped behind a thick
laurel; no sooner had the children gone by,
than out she pounced on the two last and
caught them both. They said that she was
the best hider of all, for they thought that
they never should find her.
Goldie laughed to herself and said, 'Ah, a
fir-cone is the best hiding-place; just creep
into one, and then I should like to know who
could find you!'

68 Pollie and Jack.

"The sunbeam gleamed brightly, and Goldie
was off again; she raced with the butterflies
till they dropped down tired out, into the
nearest flowers. A beautiful grand house
was near, so large, it was like a palace.
Goldie was flashing past, when a shadow
made her stop all in a hurry, and before you
would have time to jump, Goldie was in the
very prettiest nursery you can possibly
imagine. Such heaps of toys, and oh, what
a Noah's Ark: you could not have lifted it;
there were wooden soldiers and tin soldiers,
tops of all colours and such funny shapes,
scrap-books, paint-boxes, balls, boxes of bricks,
puzzles, indeed so many toys that it would be
quite confusing to decide which to play with
In the middle of all these beautiful things
sat a little boy; what a happy child he must
be, for the toys were all his, every one of
them, and more besides; yet the most extra-
ordinary thing was, that his face, instead of
being happy and pretty, was made quite ugly
by tears and a cross look that was there as

To-morrow. 69

well; his crying was turning into regular howl-
ing; oh, this was a very sad sight indeed.
Goldie wondered if the rose-coloured sash
would do any good, so she tried it.
I must tell you that the sunbeam could
not bear this sort of howling child, so it had
danced out of the window and was playing
in the garden, amongst the flowers that were
always contented, if they were ever so small,
and never wanted to be pink instead of yellow,
or to hold up their heads when they were
meant to hang them down.
Goldie watched the little boy, for she knew
what all this fuss was about. To-morrow
would be his birthday, and his mamma had
told him he should have whatever present he
liked, and he was now crying because he did
not know what to want.
When the rose-colour went over his eyes,
he began to stop crying, and stared very
hard at a long row of soldiers that he had
stood up a little while ago.
"'Horrid things,' he said, 'they are all

70 Pollie and Jack.

"Just as he said this his nurse came into
the room.
"' Nurse,' said this odd little boy, 'I hate
all my toys; that I do.'
His nurse had rather a grander dress than
most nurses have, and she wore no cap, but
her face was kind, and grave too just now;
she had only come to be this little boy's nurse
a few weeks ago, and she was trying to un-
spoil him; for he was an only child, and had
always been allowed to do just as he chose,
which made him horrid and no one could
bear him.
"Nurse said, 'I know a little boy, smaller
than you, sir, who has no toys at all; he has
been very ill and will be a long time getting
well, he has nothing to play with.'
"Now this rich little boy was not all
bad, no one is, and when his nurse told him
this he thought to himself,' I will give that
other smaller boy than me some toys.'
"He asked his nurse where the ill boy
lived ? it was close by, in the village, and
they could go there that very afternoon.

To-morrow. 71

Here was a beautiful finish to those cross
tears. The little boy set to work and packed
up a large parcel of toys, which he and his
nurse took it in turns to carry. Those toys
went just in time to stop some more tears
that Goldie would have had to see after.
"Goldie's day's work was over now, so she
and her sunbeam went merrily back together
and found the tall fir-tree waiting for them.
"Goldie had hardly settled herself in her
pet fir-cone, when who should appear but her
very tiny Majesty the Fairy Queen, and such
a large party of fairies with her,
"Some were green and some were blue,
Some there were of every hue,
The red, the pink, the pearly white,
The purple and the crimson bright,
With every colour new and old,
The peacock's changing green and gold,
The modest mauve that loved the shade-
No single tint would ever fade;
'Twas dazzling bright to mortal eye
As scattered rainbow flashing by.
The silver-winged fairies were there as
well, they lived in lilies-of-the-valley and
white roses; the green-winged fairies came in

72 Pollie and Jack.

swarms, they were great friends with the
grasshoppers; besides these, the blue-winged
fairies, who lived in blue-bells of course, and
the red-winged fairies, whose favourite home
was scarlet poppy land: it made you rather
hot to look at them. Such thousands and
thousands of fairies, quite covering the tops
of all the fir-trees as far as you could see.
"The Fairy Queen had come to hear how
Goldie's work had been done; Goldie was
not fond of talking about herself, so the
sunbeam spoke for her, and told the Queen
about everything they had seen and done;
after this Goldie made her very best and
prettiest curtsey to the Queen and handed
her the rose-coloured sash. But the Queen
did not take it. 'Keep it always, Goldie,'
she said, 'and fly with it to the Forest of
Roses, where I know you long to live, and
whenever I want the best of all my fairies I
shall send for
But what was all that scampering and
trotting close by?

To-morrow. 73

"A great deal too loud for a fairy," as
Pollie said. Why of course it was Jack;
come back just at the right time, as Cousin
Maud's story ended that very minute.
Jack jumped off his pony all by himself,
and ran up to them as fresh and rosy as a
Oh, Pollie, Pollie, such fun !" he said, "we
rode on the common and I had two real
jumps; first over a hill a mole made, coach-
man said, and then over a little bush, and
three dear little rabbits ran out, with long
ears and brown fur, you know, and we could
not catch them."
Just then, down pattered a few heavy drops
of rain on the lime-trees, and there was a
rumbling noise. "Thunder," said Cousin
Maud, "we must go in; now children, see
who can get to the house first."
I think Jack did, but then of course boys
ought to be able to run faster than girls.


SOON after Cousin Maud and the two
children had gone into the house the
thunder got louder, and then almost left
off; but after Pollie and Jack were snugly
tucked up in their little beds, the thunder
came back again worse than ever, and
bright flashes of lightning and heavy rain-
a regular storm. They knew nothing about
it, for they were both as soundly asleep as
any dormice.
Not very far from the lime-trees there was
a row of bee-hives, and the bees spent most
of their time in the sweet lime blossoms;
such a humming just over your head that
you would have thought the queen of all the
bees must be holding her court up there.

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Bees cannot bear storms, but in spite of
that they did not like to leave the sweet
blossoms, which was foolish, as many of them
were frightened out of their little wits, and
many more poor silly bees were quite killed;
there they were in the morning, lying on
the ground under the lime-trees.
Pollie and Jack went for a run in the gar-
den the next day after breakfast, for it was
fine then. First they went to look at their
own gardens, to see what mischief the storm
had done there; it certainly had been very
unkind and rude to some of the flowers,
especially to Jack's favourite scarlet ger-
anium, whose name was "Tom Thumb."
" Tom had four beautiful stems with bright
red flowers the day before, and now there
was only one: the other three were all so
much broken that nothing could ever set
them right again. Jack looked grave at this,
and said he did not like storms at all; no
more did Pollie; her garden was more shel-
tered by trees, but even there all the flowers
were either bent down or lying flat on the

76 Pollie and Jack.

ground, waiting for the sun to pick them up
The children did not stay very long look-
ing at their poor gardens, it made them feel
dull; they had a race to the lime-trees.
Pollie was the first to find the dead bees, all
lying about on the grass, looking far worse
than Jack's geranium. The children could
not bear to see the poor bees, "not at all
'busy bees' now," said Jack. They began
to try and make little heaps of them,
pushing them along with sticks that had
fallen from the lime-trees; it would not do to
touch the bees with your fingers you know,
for fear their stings should be still alive.
Cousin Maud came out to see whatever
the children could be doing; she said it was
a very good plan to pick up the bees, but
sticks were rather slow things to do it with:
she thought a hair-pin would be just the very
thing; Pollie might go and fetch two long
ones from her dressing-table. The hair-pins
were capital, I can tell you, and Pollie and
Jack were at work with the bees for a whole

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hour; they were busy, you see, instead of the
When quantities of little heaps were made
Jack went and fetched their wheel-barrow; it
was painted green outside, legs and all, and
red inside; but how should they ever get the
bees into the barrow?
At last Pollie found a flat piece of board,
like a tray, then she took her rake and raked
one heap of bees on to the wooden tray, Jack
lifted it up and popped the bees into the
barrow. They worked away like this till all
the heaps were picked up, and then off they
set with their barrow of bees to show them
to Cousin Maud, who was reading under the
walnut-tree. She thought the poor bees had
better be buried, so Jack dug a big hole at
the back of his garden, and into it the dead
bees were put and covered over with earth.
Pollie and Jack wanted something quite
fresh to do now, so they left the barrow and
went into the field that joined the garden,
where they often played. This field was all
grass, without many ups and downs in it,

78 Pollie anad Jack.

except on one side where the ground rose
up and then sloped down like a bank, with
a little stream running below; a very little
stream, too small for fish.
Jack felt sure that the rain last night
would have made the stream quite a river,
and certainly it had grown very much; they
went down the bank to look at it.
There was one place, where it had been
so narrow that the children could step across,
but it was a great deal too wide now.
Supposing we make a bridge," said Jack.
"How can we?" asked Pollie; "besides,
you know, we must not play with water."
"It won't be playing with water at all,
Pollie," Jack answered; "it will just be to
stop us doing that, if we make a bridge to
get over to the land on the other side."
Pollie thought that Jack must be right,
and they began to build the bridge. First
they looked for all the large stones they
could find, and carried them to the edge of
the stream, then rolled them in, making
rather a splashing over their clean clothes;

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but that would dry," Jack said. After the
big stones little ones were put; it took a
great many, that it did; Bridges were very
hard work indeed," Pollie thought.
You think so because you are a girl,
Pollie," said Jack; "don't you wish you were
a boy?"
Not much," said Pollie in a very low
voice, for she felt almost afraid of not wish-
ing what Jack did, as of course he must
know best.
All this time the bridge was getting on;
Jack found a lovely brick which he managed
to put just in the middle, with a big stone in
front of it, on which you must step to get to
the brick; if they could but find another
large stone to put behind the brick, the
bridge would be quite ready enough to try
a few times.
Jack said he would go over and back
twice, to be sure that it was quite safe for
Pollie; he went across very well the first
time, and came back all right, but after that
something happened. Jack was going over

So Pollie and Jack.

the second time, and was standing on the
brick, when he thought he would show Pollie
how a man he had once seen dance on a
tight rope, stood on one leg.
It was just like this, Pollie," he said, "and
the man had pink legs and red and gold
spangles, shining like anything, and he held
a long pole up over his head so"-
Splash, splash, and down went Jack; that
lovely brick had slipped under his foot, and
there he was lying flat in the water.
My nose my nose, oh, my poor nose !"
cried this unfortunate Jack.
Pollie thought of nothing but to help her
brother, so she ran straight into the stream,
which was deep enough to cover the tops of
her boots, and began to help him up.
A sorry sight was Jack: his nose was
bleeding, for he had knocked it against a
sharp stone under the water; his clothes were
soaking wet, and his straw hat was calmly
floating down the stream.
Pollie had never felt more inclined to cry
in her life, and Jack was crying; whatever

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should they do? How nurse would scold
them, and perhaps she would tell mamma!
Pollie's and Jack's mamma was nearly
always ill, and could not come down stairs at
all: if she was told of this dreadful accident,
it would make her worse.
It was a sad state of things indeed; but
they could not stay there; it would be dinner-
time soon, and their boots were all wet and
cold, and everything was horrid," Jack said,
" and that brick was the very horridest of all,
for if it had not slipped, he would not have
Suddenly Pollie thought of a plan. "We
will go to Susan," she said; "she'll be getting
our dinner ready, and we will try and catch
her on the stairs." So off they set, but sup-
posing any one saw them ? They went all
right through the field and the little gate at
the corner into the garden, down a path and
past the green-house; they crept along the
verandah ever so softly, and were just going
in at the glass door when they met Cousin

82 Pollie and Jack.

She started at the sight of the two little
objects, Pollie pale and ready to cry, Jack wet
through and his nose all scratched; she could
hardly believe she really saw Pollie and Jack.
But Cousin Maud did not stop to wonder, it
is waste of time, you know; she soon asked
the children whatever had happened, and be-
fore they had half finished telling her, she
had taken them upstairs into the nursery to
have their wet things taken off as quickly as
possible. Nurse was not there, but Susan
was busy getting the dinner ready. Nurse
has gone home suddenly to see her sister,
who is very ill," Susan said. The children
were glad of this, and said so; but Cousin
Maud would not listen to a word till they
were both in dry clothes again, and Jack's
face had been well bathed in warm water, and
a strip of plaster put across his nose.
Now I'm a wounded soldier," he said, and
he was not at all inclined to listen to Cousin
Maud when she gave them a regular scold-
Such a thing had never happened before,

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and both Pollie and Jack felt sure they
must have been very naughty indeed, and so
they had.
When the children were left with Susan to
have their dinner, Jack never spoke a word
till he had finished his pudding, and then he
Susan, did you know she could scold like
that?" Susan said she knew Miss Maud
could scold if people deserved it.
Will she look as grave to-morrow? asked
Jack, "because if she does, I shall shut my
eyes whenever she comes near me."
"You had better keep your eyes open,
Master Jack," said Susan, "and remember not
to be so naughty again."
My nose will tell me," he answered, "for
do you know, Susan, it hurts very much just
here," and he stroked his poor nose gently.
After dinner Pollie and Jack played very
quietly till tea-time; they built different
things with the bricks: first a well, then a
house and a pond with a wall round it and
bits of paper for ducks and geese. After-

84 Pollie and Jack.

wards they built their own house, then a
gale of wind came and blew it all down;
Jack was the gale of wind. But I can tell
you one thing they did not build, and that
was a Bridge.

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A S Pollie and Jack were twins, they
had only one birth-day between them;
a capital plan this for three reasons, "three
whys," Jack would say; first, because they
both had presents at once; secondly, because
as the birth-day was between them, of course
the presents were too; and thirdly, because
they never could be any older than each
other. This most convenient birth-day came
every I6th of August, in the warm sunny
summer time; not very long after the dreadful
day the bridge was built one of these birth-
days came, and Jack and Pollie were six
years old.
"I'm sure I'm very nearly quite a big man
now, Pollie," said Jack; I'm not afraid of

86 Pollie and Jack.

the dark or anything, and I shall be a soldier
with a sharp sword, very sharp, I like things
that cut."
Jack said this as soon as he and Pollie
awoke; their little beds were close together,
and it would have been quite light if the
shutters had been open, but it was not time
to let in the light just yet, though one ray
crept in through a crack and danced on the
foot of Pollie's bed.
The children were in more of a hurry than
ever to get up, because as soon as they were
dressed they were to go to Cousin Maud's
room for their presents; they used always to
have them put at the foot of their beds on a
table, but the last birthday the weather had
made a mistake, and it had been almost a
cold day and very rainy. This had made no
difference to Pollie and Jack, and they had
been up with their presents, running about
on the bare boards with little cold feet and
no slippers; consequently they had both
caught bad colds, and sneezed so many times
in the afternoon that you would have been

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tired of counting; this was the reason the
presents were to be in Cousin Maud's room.
Oh dear, what a time it did take to get
dressed, none of the buttons would go right,
and nurse was more particular than ever, and
would put on Jack's best suit; white serge
with narrow black braid and anchor buttons,
blue stockings and a blue tie. So tiresome
of nurse," said Jack, I hate best clothes be-
cause they can't take care of theirselves as
my old ones do;" and then she parted his
hair twice, because it did not go quite right
the first time. Pollie was dressed before her
brother; she did not mind standing still half
as much as Jack did, and had only given two
little jumps when she found the time very
long whilst her hair was being done; it was
tied up with blue ribbon, and her dress was
white so as to be as much like Jack as pos-
sible. At last they were ready, and then off
they ran to Cousin Maud's room; she had
told them the night before that they need
not knock at her door, that no time might be

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In they went; Cousin Maud was nearly
dressed, and quite ready for them. The little
round table that was usually in one corner of
her room, was now in the very middle, all
covered up with a red and white table-cloth
that stuck up in the oddest way possible, in-
stead of being nice and smooth as table-cloths
ought to be. Cousin Maud lifted up a corner
of the cloth, and there peeped out-oh could
it really be? yes, it was-the handle of a
beautiful sword in its sheath for Jack; it had
a leather band to go round his waist just like
a real soldier. For Pollie there was a real
little dust-pan and brush which she had longed
for ever since Susan had let her sweep the
nursery hearth-rug; now she could sweep lots
of things. Jack had two boxes besides, one
full of tin soldiers on horses, prancing beauti-
fully, and just to show you what good horses
these were, they all pranced exactly alike;
the other box had a puzzle in it, all the story
of Robinson Crusoe on one side, and Tom
Thumb on the other, so that it had no wrong
side. Jack wished that nothing ever had a

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wrong side, although he knew his bed had,
as nurse said he got out that way sometimes
and then everything was wrong side outwards
all day long. Jack had a rake as well, for his
was broken, and two picture-books, coloured
ones, and a real riding-whip with such a
pretty handle; oh he was a fortunate boy.
Pollie was just as lucky, for besides that dear
dust-pan and brush, she had a new cradle for
Norah; it was made of basket-work, lined
with pink, with white muslin curtains; Norah
must be put to bed directly. Then there
was a box of dominoes to play with on wet
days, and a dear little china dinner-set, white,
with tiny pink rosebuds on it; there was a
soup tureen and vegetable dishes with covers,
just like what grown-up people have every
day. Pollie had a puzzle the same sort as
Jack's, only this one had little Bo-peep on
one side, and The Babes in the Wood on the
other; the last present was a very pretty
thimble made of silver, with a little ivory box
to keep it in. Pollie looked very gravely at
the thimble, and hoped it was too pretty to

90 Pollie and Jack.

use, for I am sorry to say she did not like
learning to work; she knew better when she
grew older.
I can tell you Jack and Pollie were not
long over their breakfast that morning; play
was better than bread and milk, they said,
especially as breakfast came every day, and
another birth-day would not come for ever so
long, "whole heaps of weeks," Jack said.
I am sure I hardly know which thing they
played with first; they arranged everything
in a long row on the nursery floor; what a
beautiful row it was. Norah was in the
middle fast asleep in her new cradle, with
the thimble under her pillow to take care of,
as it was not big enough to be put in the
row: it might lose itself. Then there was a
battle between Jack's soldiers, who all galloped
over Pollie's puzzle "Little Bo-peep:" three
of them tumbled into the domino box and
the others had to be rested in the dust-
pan till they were ready to fight again.
Jack was the captain, and Pollie was to take
care of the wounded; Norah had to wake up

Six Years Old. 91

and help her if she was wanted. Norah was
a very good nurse, as she would lie still and
watch any number of wounded soldiers for
any length of time without getting tired; she
liked lying down best, because she was rather
stiff in the back and sitting was not easy.
Pollie and Jack played with their beautiful
presents for ever so long, no two children
could have been happier; as to quarrelling,
or both wanting the same thing at once, why
such an idea never once entered their heads.
The morning seemed to have flown, and
dinner time came all in a hurry; no doubt
this was because there was the children's
favourite pudding, "roley poley" with plum-
jam in it. Jack used sometimes to think he
liked treacle pudding the best, he was very
fond of treacle and often had it for tea, but
it generally happened that whatever pudding
there was, was his favourite; it does not
make any difference you know, if you are
really hungry.
A little while after dinner Jack and Pollie
were sitting in the verandah making plans as

92 Pollie and Jack.

to what they should do between that time
and tea, when they heard a carriage drive up.
"Some one come to call," said Jack; I hope
they don't like little boys and girls, because
if they do we shall be taken into the drawing-
room, you know Pollie, and I am tired of
being asked my name, and how old are you,
my dear; and last time I fell over a foot-
stool and nurse scolded me outside the door
Here Jack suddenly stopped, and the next
moment Cousin Maud came out of the glass
door that opened from the drawing-room into
the verandah, leading a little girl by the
hand, and said-
This little girl has come to see you, Pollie
and Jack, and whilst her mamma and I are
talking in the drawing-room, she would like
to play with you."
Pollie and Jack shook hands rather shyly
with the little girl, and Cousin Maud went
back into the house.
The three children stood staring at one
another at first without speaking; the little

Six Years Old. 93

girl was about as big as Pollie, but not at all
like her, for she had dark hair and eyes, and
her face was very pale and did not look used
to smiles.
My name is Laura Marplot," said this
grave child; what's yours ?" and she looked
at Pollie, who answered,
"That's not a pretty name at all," said
Laura; "it's the name of our white cow; we
have lots of other cows and horses too, have
you any cows and horses ?"
Pollie felt as if she did not much like this
odd little girl, so she let Jack speak; he was
always ready and said directly,
I have a pony, it's my very own, and I
can ride without being led, and gallop too,
and I have a new whip."
Laura looked at Jack, and what do you
think she said ?
I can't bear boys."
Pollie could scarcely believe her ears had
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94 Pollie and _ack.

Laura said next, "I'm six, how old are
you ?"
"We are six to-day," answered Pollie,
"Jack and I."
And we have had such lots of presents,"
said Jack; "come and see them up in the
nursery, it's not far."
Laura said nothing; but she let Pollie take
hold of her hand and show her the way.
There were all the presents on the floor;
Jack seized his sword, fastened the belt round
his waist, and then drew the sword out of its
sheath and waved it round his head, close to
the two girls; but Laura did not like this at
all, she actually screamed, took tight hold of
Pollie's hand, and called out,
If you do that again I'll tell my mamma,
that I will, and she will take your sword quite
away, you horrid little boy!"
Pollie could not bear Jack to be called
"horrid," so she said, Jack is very good, he
is my brother, and he never hurts any one,
do you, Jack ?"
But Laura did not give Jack time to speak;

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she said, "I have four brothers, great big
ones in jackets, and they tease me always,
and I can't bear brothers; they hung all my
dolls yesterday from the banisters, and cut
off the head of one and gave it to Lion to
play with."
Who's Lion ?" asked Jack.
"Papa's great dog of course; have you a
dog with a gold collar and his name on it, all
shiny ?"
But Pollie could only think of the poor
Oh how very wicked," she said; Jack is
always kind to Norah; would you like to see
her ?"
Laura did not care much for Norah; she
was too small she said, and not a bit smart;
but she liked the cradle very much, and
began to play with it, as she thought the bed
was not properly made.
Pollie did not much like this, as Laura was
very rough with the cradle; she gave one of
the pretty muslin curtains such a pull, that
there was a great tear half-way across it, and

96 Pollie and Jack.

all Laura said was, I couldn't help it, the
stupid thing would tear." Then she got
tired of the cradle, and looked about for
something else.
Jack's whip was lying close by behind the
cradle, and Laura took it up.
That's mine," said Jack; you must not
break it, but you may look at it a little time."
"Whips are to whip with," said Laura, and
she began to whip Norah. Pollie could not
bear this, she would rather have been whipped
herself, so she snatched up Norah and covered
her with her frock.
Put dolly down," said Laura, "she shall
be whipped." But Pollie held Norah all the
Unfortunately a bit of Norah's long hair
peeped out, and Laura saw it, seized the hair,
gave it a great pull, and out it came in her
hand; poor Norah's head was quite bare on
one side.
Pollie's tears began to come, and Jack was
very angry indeed.
You are a very naughty wicked girl," he

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