Rosebud's pictures and stories


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Pictures and Stories.


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Kate went to the coun-try to
vis-it her cous-in, and she was
much pleased with all she saw.
Some rob-ins had built a nest on a
small pear tree in the yard, and
they used to watch the birds ev-
er-y day.
One day, Kate and her cous-in
Dick saw the rob-in come to the
nest with a cher-ry in its mouth.
Dick said there must be young
birds in the nest, and-the old bird
had brought the cher-ry for them
to eat. Dick climbed up to see,
and he count-ed four young ones in
the nest. He want-ed to take them
out, but Kate told him that would

be wrong. They were too small
for Kate to see them from the
ground, but she came ev-er-y day
to see if they had grown big. In
a short time they were so big that
she could see them put their heads
out of the nest.
One day there was a thun-der
storm. It rained ver-y hard, and
the wind blew so that Kate and
Dick could not go out. Af-ter the
storm they found one of the lit-tle
birds on the ground. It had
blown out of the nest. They took
it in the house, and fed it till it
grew large. Dick gave it to Kate
to take home with her. It be-
came so tame, that it would sit on
her hand and sing.


When Bes-sie was a lit-tle girl,
she asked her fa-ther for a horse.
"What would you do with a
horse, my child?" asked her fa-
"I would ride on his back," said
Her fa-ther told her she was
too lit-tle to ride on a horse, but

when she was old e-nough to ride,
she should have a horse. So
when Bes-sie was grown to be a
young la-dy, her fa-ther bought her
a nice horse. He was so big that
she was a-fraid of him. He was
a-fraid of Bes-sie, too, for he would
not let her touch him. Then Bes-
sie scold-ed him, and called him a
bad horse. When her fa-ther
heard her, he said:
"If you want your horse to love
you, you must be kind to him."
Then Bes-sie went to the barn
ev-er-y day, and spoke kind-ly to
him. She took him an ap-ple one
day, and he liked it so well, that
he let her pat him on the neck.
They soon be-came good friends.

A rat and a mouse,
Lived in the same house,
And agreed very well with each other,
Till a meddling cat
Who called in to chat,
Found fault and made a great bother.
Said she' to the rat,
The mouse is too fat
She gets all the cheese in the house;
And then on the sly,
When the rat was not by,
She said the same thing to the mouse.
And so in the end,
The mouse and his friend
Began to quarrel and fight;
And when they did that,
"Now then," said the cat,
"Ill eat them both up in the night."


"Tell me a sto-ry, Un-cle Ben?"
"What shall it be a-bout?"
"A-bout cats," said George.
"Ver-y well," said Un-cle Ben.
"Ma-ny years a-go, I went to the
woods, one day, to cut trees. At
the foot of a tree I found four
pret-ty kit-tens. As I took one
up to bring home, it cried 'Mew,
mew!' The moth-er cat was up
in the tree, and when she heard
it cry, she came run-ning down.
I dropped the kit-ten, and ran a-
way as fast as I could."
"Why did you run a-way from
a cat?" asked George.
"Ah! It was a large wild cat."


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Little Jennie, with her broom,
Sweeps all the carpet in the room;
Then she dusts it all so good,
Just as any lady would.
But the table is so tall,
She can hardly reach it all;
When she stands up on her toes,
It just reaches to her nose.
When she's done she'll close the door,
And take the playthings from the floor;
She must very quiet keep,
For baby brother's fast asleep.
Jennie's keeping house to-day,
While her mamma's gone away.
She must take good care of baby,
And be mamma's little lady.



One day, when George was
play-ing in the gar-den, he found
a snail. He did not know what it
was, for he had nev-er seen one,
so he called his sis-ters to look at it.
"It is on-ly a snail," said Fan-ny.
"Will it bite us?" asked George.
"What a fun-ny ques-tion," said
Fan-ny, "of course it can-not bite."
"But it looks ver-y ug-ly," said
George. "See what big ears it
has. My ears do not stick out so.
I am a-fraid it will do some harm
in the gar-den. I will get a big
stick and kill it."
"No, no!" said Fan-ny, "that
would be wrong."

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"How can it be wrong to kill
such an ug-ly look-ing thing as
that?" asked George. "What are
snails good for?"
"I do not know what they are
good for," said kind-heart-ed Fan-
ny, "but I am sure it would be
wrong to kill it. There is Aunt
Ma-ry. I will ask her a-bout it."
When Aunt Ma-ry came o-ver
to the chil-dren, she said that Fan-
ny was right.
"What is it good for?" asked
"I can-not tell you now," said
she, "for I must go and wa-ter my
flow-ers. Some day, I will give
you a book that will tell you all
a-bout snails, and how they live."


Our dog Prince once stayed a-
way from home all day, and we
thought he was lost. But at night
he came home, and Ma-ry gave
him his sup-per.
When he had eat-en a part of
his sup-per, he took a large bone
in his mouth and ran off with it
down the street.
We fol-lowed him, to see where
he would go, and we saw him give
his bone to a dog who was ly-ing
in the shade of a tree.
This poor dog was so lame he
could not walk, so Prince took
Shis bone to him. The strange dog
was so pret-ty, we took him home.


Cous-in Bell has a" ver-y pret-ty
home in the coun-try. When she
first went there to live, there
was not a flow-er grow-ing in the
yard, and Bell thought it was not
nice at all. But her pa-pa told
her he would show her how to
plant flow-ers, and make them
grow, and she could have as ma-ny
as she pleased.
Bell has been liv-ing there five
years, and she has a yard full of
flow-ers, and vines are grow-ing
all a-round her win-dow.
Bell is a young la-dy now, but
she does not for-get to take good
care of her flow-ers ev-er-y day.


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Kate and A-my lived in the cit-y,
and did not know how things grow
in the coun-try. One day, their
mam-ma heard them dis-pute a-
bout black-ber-ries. Kate said they
grew on big trees, and A-my said
they grew in the grass on the
Their mam-ma told them they
were both wrong, and in the sum-
mer she would take them to the
coun-try, and let them see for
So when the days grew warm,
they all went to the coun-try.
When it was time for the black-
ber-ries to be ripe, they went to the

fields to gath-er some. Kate was
a greed-y girl, and she was ver-y
care-less, too. As soon as she saw
the nice ripe ber-ries, she ran in-to
the bush-es and tried to pick them
all off the branch at once. She did
not know that the branch was full
of bri-ers, and they hurt her hands
so that she cried.
When she tried to run to her
mam-ma, she found the bri-ers held
her fast. Her mam-ma soon took
the bri-ers out of her dress, but she
said the ber-ries were ug-ly things,
and she did not want a-ny.
"I think it was my lit-tle girl's
fault,'" said her mam-ma. "Look
at A-my. Her bas-ket is near-ly
full, and she has not a scratch,"


"Can a li-on kill a man?" asked
"0, yes!" said Un-cle Fred; "li-
ons are ver-y strong."
"I was not a-fraid of those I saw
at the show," said Wil-lie.
"They were quite tame," said
Un-cle Fred; "but ev-en they
might kill peo-ple if they were not
shut up in strong cag-es. In some
coun-tries, they of-ten kill and eat
men when they are hun-gry."
"Do the men nev-er get a-way
from them?" asked Wil-lie.
"0, yes! I once heard of a man
who was caught by a li-on and was
not hurt."

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"Please tell us the sto-ry," said
"The man I tell you of, was an
A-rab. He was ver-y rich. and
had ma-ny ser-vants. He of-ten
went on long jour-neys, through a
coun-try where there were li-ons,
but he al-ways took some men with
him to drive the li-ons a-way with
their swords and guns.
One day he stopped to rest in
the shade of a large tree. It was
ver-y hot, and he told his men to
go and find a cool spring of wa-ter,
and bring him a drink. They
were gone so long that the rich
A-rab fell a-sleep.
"Poor man," said May, "I sup-
pose he was ver-y tired."

"Yes," said Un-cle Fred, "he
had walked ma-ny miles in the hot
"How long he slept I do not
know, but some-thing pushed his
arm, and woke him up. When he
o-pened his eyes, what was his hor-
ror to find a large li-on stand-ing
di-rect-ly o-ver him. He was a
brave man, but he shook with fear.
He shut his eyes a-gain, and lay
quite still.
"What did he do that for," ask-
ed Wil-lie; "why did he not jump
up and run a-way?"
"If he had done that," said Un-
cle Fred, "the li-on would have
sprung up-on him and torn him to
piec-es at once."


Come, Frank and Rob and Ba-
by, it is such a fine morn-ing that
Fan-ny shall take you all out for a
walk in the fields.
Here is a big stone for Ba-by to
stand on while you have a run.
Here is Sport, and the kit-tens,
too. They all like to go out with
Ba-by. The kit-tens are not a-fraid
of Sport, for he is quite fond of
them. He will bark at them in
play, but he will not bite them.
The boys are play-ing tag, and
hav-ing a fine time on the grass.
Look out, Frank, if you run so
fast you will fall down and hurt
yourself, as Rob did the oth-er day.


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May and Wil-lie asked Un-cle
Fred to take them for a walk.
"Where shall we go?" said Un-
cle Fred.
"I would like to go to the park
and see the flow-ers," said May.
"0, no!" said Wil-lie, "let us go
to the show; you told me you
would take me there some day, to
see the li-ons and monk-eys."
Wil-lie meant the men-ag-e-rie,
but that was such a hard word,
that he could not say it, so he
called it the show.
"So I did," said Un-cle Fred,
"and if May would like it, we will
go there to-day."

They were much pleased with
all they saw at the men-ag-e-rie.
The monk-eys were full of play,
and their fun-ny tricks made all
the peo-ple laugh, and Wil-lie said
he could stay and look at them all
When they came to the el-e-
phant, he reached out his trunk,
and May gave him an ap-ple.
The bears were all try-ing to get
out of their big ca-ges, and the ti-
gers, and pan-thers, and wolves, all-
kept walk-ing back and forth, as
though they would like to get out,
too. The li-ons were fast a-sleep.
Wil-lie watched them a long time,
in hopes they would wake up, but
they did not.

Pretty Poll,
Pretty Poll,
Sits in the sun all day;
And all (lay long,
She sings this song,
"Tis all she has to say.
Pretty Poll,
Pretty Poll,
She thinks she's very gay.
She is so vain
She says it again,
'Tis all she has to say.
Pretty Poll,
Pretty Poll,
Say something else, I pray;
She's not to blame,
For repeating her name,
'Tis all she has to say.



Wj hen Un-cle
John came home
from se a, he
brought us a large
par-rot. He had been a long time
on the ship, and the sail-ors had
taught him to talk. He would rot

on-ly talk ver-y well, but he would
try to re-peat all the nois-es he
heard. When he heard a dog
bark, he would try to bark, too.
He would mock the cows, and the
chick-ens, and ev-er-y thing he
We had a gray cat that we call-
ed Tab. When Tab would say
"Mew, mew," the par-rot would say
"Mew, mew," too. At first Tab
did not know who it was that was
mock-ing her, for she had nev-er
heard a bird make such a noise
But Tab soon found out that it
was the par-rot who said "Mew,
mew," when-ev-er she did. She
did not like it at all, and when the

peo-ple saw that she did not like it,
they laughed at her, and that made
it hard-er for poor Tab to bear.
"When the par-rot heard the folks
laugh, he would say Ha! ha! ha!"
as though he were laugh-ing, too,
and Tab would run a-way and hide
for shame.
One day, Tab was ver-v hun-
gry, and she went a-bout the house
and cried "Mew, Vmew," and the
par-rot mocked her as he al-ways
did. This made Tab ver-y an-gry,
and she flew at him, and they had
a cru-el fight.
Aunt Lu-cy came in and made
them stop fight-ing, or I fear Tab
would have killed the hate-ful


Jen-nv's cous-in Dick was go-ing
to the brook to catch some trout,
and he told Jen-ny she might go,
too. He gave her a nice rod and
line, and she went off with him,
full of glee. They caught some
fine trout un-der the trees, and
then they stopped to rest and eat
their lunch, which they had
brought in a bas-ket.
Af-ter they had eat-en lunch,
Dick said he would go down the
stream, to look for a nice place to
fish. He told Jen-ny to stay
there and wait for him, and watch
his hat and the oth-er things.
Jen-ny got tired of wait-ing, and

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she put her hat and par-a-sol with
Dick's things, and ran off to play.
When he came back, he found
a cow with Jen-ny's hat in her
mouth, and an-oth-er cow had
tram-pled on the bas-ket, un-til it
was spoiled.
He called Jen-ny, and said to
"Now, see, Miss, what you have
lost by not do-ing as I told you to
do. The cow has eat-en your nice
new hat."
"The hate-ful thing!" said Jen-
"The cow was not to blame,"
said Dick. "The hat was made
of straw, and cows think they can
eat straw when-ev-er they find it."


Car-rie was not a bad girl, but
she had a ver-y bad hab-it of cry-
ing when there was no good cause
for it. If the sun was hot, or if
she got caught in a lit-tle show-er,
she would cry. If she fell down
in play, wheth-er it hurt her or
not, she would cry so loud that all
the neigh-bors could hear her.
She cried for all the toys of the
oth-cr litt-le girls, and she would
e-ven cry if she was found when
they were play-ing hide and seek.
This fool-ish hab-it made her
ver-y un-hap-py, for her play-mates
called her Cry-ing Car-rie, and
would not play with her a-ny more.


See little Mary,
With her canary,
Giving him sugar sweet;
IIe shakes his wings,
And softly sings
At getting such a treat.

Every morn
At early dawn
He wakes her with a song;
She gives him seeds,
And all he needs,
And he sings all day long.

Day after day,
He's always gay,
He does not mope nor pout:

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Like a girl I know,
Who often does so,
When she cannot go out.

From morning till night,
lie's cheerful and bright,
And this we see quite clearly:
Though only a bird,
And he can't speak a word,
He loves his mistress dearly.

Do you know why,
The bird so shy,
His mistress will never forget?
Because he knows,
Wherever she goes,
She never forgets her pet.
And when he minds,
He never finds
That she will scold or fret.


When Wil-ly first went to the
coun-try, to see his cous-in Jo, he
had nev-er seen a live tur-key, nor
a pea-cock, nor e-ven a cow.
One day, he was cross-ing a
field, not far from the house, and
he heard some-thing make an aw-
ful noise. He ran to the house
and told his aunt there was a big
li-on o-ver in the woods.
Jo came in, and when he had
heard what Wil-ly had said, he
laughed heart-i-ly.
"There are no li-ons here," said
he. I know what it was. It was
Mr. Cole's don-key. We will go
and see him some day."


"You said you would take me
to see the don-key," said \Wil-ly.
"So I will," said Jo; "if mam-
ma is will-ing, we will go to-day."
Jo's mam-ma said they might
go, if they did not stay too long.
As they were cross-ing the field,
the don-key make a loud noise.
"How he roars," said Wil-ly
"are you sure he will not hurt us?"
Jo laughed to hear Wil-ly talk
so, and then he said: "A don-key
does not roar; a li-on roars, but a
don-key on-ly brays."
"Are you sure he will not harm
us?" asked Wil-ly.
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said Jo; "he is as gen-tle as a kit-
ten. Mr. Cole lets me ride on his
back some-times."
"I should be a-fraid to ride on
such a big an-i-mal," said Wil-ly.
"Is he as big as an el-e-phant?"
"No; he is not so big as a horse,"
said Jo. They soon came to an
old stone fence, and there was the
don-key, wait-ing for his mas-ter to
take him home for the night.
"I know the way to Mr. Cole's
house," said Jo, "and we will lead
him home."
"Will you ride on his back,"
asked Wil-ly.
"I would not be a-fraid to," said
Jo; "but I would not do it, un-less
Mr. Cole said I might."


"Come here, Ma-ry," said her
pa-pa. "Can you tell me how old
-you are.
"I shall be six years old to-mor-
"Yes," said her pa-pa; "to-mor-
row is your birth-day. I would
like to make my lit-tle girl a pres-
ent. What would she like best?"
"0, pa-pa, give me a bird in a
pret-ty cage," said Ma-ry; "a bird
that can sing like May Al-len's."
"Will you take good care of it,
and give it wa-ter and seeds ev-
er-y day?"
"0, yes," said Ma-ry; "I will be
ver-y kind to it."


\Vhen Un-cle Har-ry was tak-
ing all the chil-drcn out for a walk,
they found some high rocks, the
sides of which were all cov-ered
with what looked like lit-tle bas-
Jen-nie saw them first, and she
cried out; "0, see the pret-ty bas-
"And see the birds fly in and
out of them," said May. "I did not
know that birds lived in bas-kets."
"These are their nests," said
Un-cle Har-ry.
"W\hat kind of birds are they?"
asked May, "and how do they
make such pret-ty nests?"

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"They are swal-lows, and their
nests are made of clay and dirt,
nice-ly plas-tered, and then lined
with soft feath-crs."
"Do all birds make their
nests so, Un-cle Har-ry?"
"O, no! some birds build their
nests of coarse sticks, and some
weave them of crrass and fine bark.
These nests are not made like bas-
kets, but some birds do make nests
like bas-kets, and hang them on
the branch-es of tall trees."
"All birds put their nests up
high, don't they?" said litt-tle Fred.
"No," said Un-cle Har-ry, "some
birds build their nests on low
bush-es, and there are ma-ny who
have their nests on the ground."


Who shows the birds,
The cunning birds,
Their nests to build? What voice-
less words
Do tell them where
To hide with care,
Or swing them up so high in air.

How do they know
Where they must go,
To 'scape the winter's cold and
snow ?
In bright spring day,
Who shows the way
Back to the woods and meadows
gay ?


Ed-dy is more than a year old
now. He can say pa-pa and
imam-ma, and a good ma-ny oth-er
words. It is time he learned to
He can al-most stand a-lone, but
not quite. Ma-my puts a nap-kin
un-der his arms to hold him up,
and a-way he goes.
He feels quite grand to walk in
this way.
Hold on tight, Ma-my, or you
will let him fall. He fell the oth-
er day, and hurt his nose, but he
did not mind it much.
As soon as he can walk a-lone,
Ma-my will take him out dai-ly.

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A lit-tle duck lived on a farm
where there were doves, and pret-
ty chick-ens, and a pea-cock.
There was a big pond on which
the ducks swam all day.
The pret-ty chick-ens and the
pea-cock were al-lowed to go on
the green lawn in front of the
door, but the ducks were not per-
mit-ted to go near the house.
The lit-tle duck thought she
was ver-y fine, and she would
swim a-bout all day, and ad-mire
her-self in the wa-ter, which was
as good as a look-ing glass.
One day, she said to an-oth-er
duck: "See how pret-ty I am.

See how my feath-ers shine in the
"I have nev-er heard a-ny one
say you were pret-ty," said the
oth-er duck.
"Be-cause the grand peo-ple at
the house do not see me," said the
sil-ly thing. "They let that ug-ly
pea-cock go to the lawn when he
pleas-es, but they do not let us go
near the house. I am go-ing there
to-mor-row, and then you will see
how they will ad-mire me."
"You had bet-ter stay by the
pond," said her friend.
The next day, the vain duck
brushed her feath-ers and marched
up on the lawn to show her-self.
But the ser-vant drove her off.


\1hen Bes-sie first went to live
in the coun-try it was quite cold,
and there was deep snow on the
ground. But it was g(et-tinc warm-
er ev-er-y day.
One inor-ning she saw her fa-
ther put-ting up on the trees some
nice lit-tle box-es, each one with a
round hole in its side.
"What are those for?" asked
"For the blue-birds," said he.
"There are no blue-birds here,"
said Bes-sie.
"It will soon 1)e spring," said her
fa-ther, "then they will come and
build their nests in the box-es."

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Ned was a don-key. Some
don-keys are cross and bad. They
will kick and bite you, if you go
near them. But Ned .was a ve-ry
good doln-key, and had no bad-
Frank Fos-ter first saw Ned at

the fair, and he was so kind and
cgen-tle, that he asked his fa-ther to
buy him.
"Where shall we keep him?"
asked his fa-ther.
"Let him stay in the barn with
the chick-ens," said Frank; "he will
not hurt them, and they will be
glad to have him to play with."
Frank's fa-ther laughed at this.
"It would be a fun-ny sight," said
he, "to see the chick-ens play-ing
"with a don-key."
But he bought Ned for his lit-tle
boy, and they took him home and
put him in the barn. They made
him a nice lbed of straw, and he
lay down quite con-tent-ed with
his new home.

When the chick-ens woke up in
the morn-ing, and went to the barn
to find seeds in the straw, they were
much sur-prised to find Ned there.
They had nev-er seen a don-key
be-fore, and they were a-fraid to go
near him.
Frank thought they were ver-y
sil-ly to be a-fraid of Ned, and he
told them so, but they did not know
what he said.
The chick-ens soon found that
Ned did not try to harm them, but
would lie quite still and let them
peck at the straw. Then they be-
came bold-er and would jump on
his back. Ned was quite pleased
to have them with him, and they
soon be-came good friends.

I'll sing you a song,
It won't be long,
Nor will it be anything rare;
'Tis about a cat,
And a naughty rat,
And a bit of a winding stair.
The rat had been told,
By his father bold,
And his mother careful and dear,
To stay in the wall,
Not to go out at all,
But their counsels he would not hear
So he ran right out,
And frolicked about,
At the foot of the winding stair;
And the picture shows,
How pussy arose,
And is waiting to catch him there.


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There was once a lamb who
lived with its moth-er and a great
ma-ny oth-er sheep. They had a
kind mas-ter, and ev-er-y day he
drove them to the fields to eat the
green grass. But at night he
would drive them all back to their
fold or house, where the wolves
could not get them.
The fool-ish lamb did not like to
be shut up at night, and she of-ten
asked her moth-er if she could not
stay out, but her moth-er said it
would not be safe.
One day the fool-ish lamb said
to one of her play-mates: "There
will be a large bright moon to-

night, and I will stay out and play
in the moon-light."
"I would not," said her friend,
"all the old sheep say there are
wolves a-bout."
"They only say that to scare us."
So be-fore the mas-ter came to
drive them in she hid her-self in
the bush-es. She heard her poor old
moth-er call, but she would not go.
When all the oth-er sheep were
shut in their fold, she ran out.
The moon shone bright-ly, and she
frisk-ed a-bout un-til she was tired,
and then she lay down to take a
nap. Be-fore she could go to sleep
a great wolf came out of the woods.
She tried to run a-way, but the
wolf soon caught and killed her.


I told you a-bout Frank's don-
key, whose name was Ned, and
what a good fel-low he was. You
would not think that a-ny-bod-y
could be so cru-el as to a-buse him,
but he was once used ver-y bad-ly,
and I will tell you how it was.
Frank let Ned go out in the
fields to eat the green grass. Ned
went in-to the woods close by, and
when it was night, he could not
find his way home, He did not
mind that, for it was not cold, and
don-keys can sleep on the ground
ver-y well. In the morn-ing, he
would have gone home, but he did
not know the way, and so he went

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far-ther off all the time. When he
got out of the woods, he was miles
a-way from home. He saw some
loys at play, and he thought all
boys were as good as Frank, so he
ran right up to them.
"See here," said one, "here
comes a don-key, let's have a ride."
"May-be lie will kick," said an-
"No, he won't," said the first boy;
"see how still he stands."
When the boy got on his back,
Ned was quite pleased, and he
might have had a nice ride, if he
had been a good boy. But he be-
gan to beat poor Ned, and as Ned
did not know what he was
whipped for, he stood stock still.

Then the oth-er boys got sticks,
and beat him in a shame-ful man-
ner. If Ned had been bad, he
would have kicked up his heels,
and I am sure the boys would
have run a-way. But Ned would
not hurt the boys, no mat-ter how
much they beat him.
"O, what fun!" said the boy on
his back.
"Pull his tail," said a lit-tle boy,
"that will make him go."
So they all took hold of his tail,
and hurt poor Ned so that he cried
out for pain, and start-ed to run
so quick that the boy who was on
his back fell off in the ditch. PHe
hurt his head and tore his clothes
so that they were spoiled.


A lit-tle girl had a bad hab-it
of list-cn-injr at the doors to hear
what the folks in-side would say.
She got caught do-ing this so ma-
ny times, that they all called her
Nel-ly Pry.
Such a name should have made
her a-shamed, but it did not un-til
she got bad-ly hurt.
One day, her moth-er had com-
pa-nv, and she told Nel-ly to stay
in the room and do her sew-ing.
But Nel-lv took her work and
went to the floorr to list-en.
She could not hear a word they
said, so she put her car to the key-
hole, and stood ver-y still. W\'hen

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the la-dy who had called on her
moth-er got up to go, she did
not know that Nel-ly was there.
She o-pened the door so quick,
that Nel-ly fell sprawl-ing on the
floor, and hurt her face so that it
But this was not all. She had
a pair of large shears in her hand,
and as she fell, the sharp points
were pushed in-to her arm, and
that bled so much that they had
to send for a doc-tor to sew up the
Her arm was so bad-ly hurt she
could not use it for more than two
weeks. When it got well, she
said she would ncv-er list-en at a
door a-gain.



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