Katty Lester

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Katty Lester : a book for girls
Cupples, George, Mrs., 1839-1898 ( Author, Primary )
Weir, Harrison, 1824-1906 ( Illustrator )
Marcus Ward & Co ( Publisher )
Royal Ulster Works ( Publisher )
Place of Publication:
Marcus Ward & Co.
Royal Ulster Works
Publication Date:
2nd ed.
Physical Description:
118 p. : col. ill. ; 22 cm.


Subjects / Keywords:
Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Holidays -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Children and death -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Nannies -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Uncles -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Country life -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Families of military personnel -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1880
novel ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage:
England -- London
Northern Ireland -- Belfast
Target Audience:
juvenile ( marctarget )


General Note:
Date of publication from inscription.
Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
Statement of Responsibility:
by Mrs. George Cupples ; illustrated with chromographs after Harrison Weir.

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University of Florida
Holding Location:
Baldwin Library of Historical Children's Literature in the Department of Special Collections and Area Studies, George A. Smathers Libraries, University of Florida
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Resource Identifier:
026662918 ( ALEPH )
ALG5384 ( NOTIS )
62120045 ( OCLC )


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ALP RESCUING UNCLE PETER (Chromograh), Frontispiece.
OLD NANCY MILKING THE Cow (Chromograph), 17
THE RUINED CASTLE (Chromograph), 25
THE FARM YARD (Chromograh),. 37
SHEEP ON THE SEA SHORE (Chromograph), 44
KATTY'S WILD BEAST (Chromograph), 53

DOG SAVING CHARLEY'S LIFE (Chromograh), Frontispiece.
STARTLED DEER (Chromograh), 71
PUSS AND HER KITTENS (Chromograph), 81
PIGEONS (Chromograph), 89
DUCKS AND DUCKLINGS (Chromograph), 112




ATTY LESTER, when our story begins, lived in a
W town in one of the midland counties of England. Her
B father was an officer, and, his regiment having been
ordered out to India, Katty was left in the charge of her
mother's sister, an elderly lady in very delicate health. Her
aunt, though fond of children, was often too ill to have Katty
in the room with her, so that our little friend had to stay
a good deal in the nursery with her nurse Mary, or in the
parlour with Miss Spence, the governess. Miss Spence, in her
anxiety to put a great deal of learning into her pupil's head,
was apt to be stern, and even cross at times; and Katty, not
being a very strong child, suffered considerably in spirits from
this treatment. Indeed, it was the opinion of the worthy nurse
that her child would have the spirits crushed out of her alto-
gether, if not her very life itself. When Katty returned to
the quiet haven of the nursery, her head aching so much that
she was not even able to walk out as far as the end of the
dull square, then Mary's wrath rose to a pitch, and she would
declare those weary lessons must be put a stop to, at least for

Katty's Holiday.

a week. But Mary was soft, and, if the truth must be told, she
was a little afraid of the grim Miss Spence, so that it always
ended by poor Katty returning to the parlour the next morning
as before.
During this time her aunt became worse, and, after a short
but severe illness, died. It was then, even in the midst of the
sadness, that poor. Katty's holiday began. She had been very
fond of her aunt, but for months she had seldom seen her; and
now that Miss Spence's time was fully occupied in writing
letters and looking after the house, Katty was free to do what
she pleased; so that, in spite of the gloomy state of things
below, she and nurse Mary were very happy together up-stairs.
A day or two after the funeral, Katty sat by the nursery
window, looking down into the dull street. Every now and then
she pressed her cheek against the corner pane, and appeared
as if she were trying to catch sight of something round the
turn of the square.
I don't think you need watch any longer, Miss Katty," said
Mary, who was sitting on a low stool by the fire, sewing. Come
here, and let us finish the story you were reading."
Uncle Peter will be sure to come," said Katty, again strain-
ing her eyes to look out; "he always comes if he promises, and
you heard him say he would bring me my new book to-night.
It's not the book I want," continued Katty, it's to hear if we
are to go and live in the country."
I can't see, for my part, why you want to live in the country,
Miss Katty," said Mary ; "I like the town ever so much better."
"Oh, nurse how can you say so?" exclaimed Katty, jumping
off her seat, and coming towards the fire. How can you like


Town Life and School.

the smoky town, with nothing to be seen out of window but
people, and a few carriages, from morning to night ? Think of
the wild flowers Johnnie Webster told us we could pluck in
bunches, and the birds that sit on the trees and sing, sweeter
even than my pretty canary. And then, the looking for the
nests-what fun We won't touch one of the dear, tiny eggs,
only peep at them cautiously; for it would be cruel, you know,
to disturb the mother birds. Oh! what a change it will be from
seeing the poor, dirty sparrows, who do nothing but twitter,
twitter continually. Though, of course, I love them very much,
yet I do tire of hearing them, especially when my head aches."
At that moment a servant came to tell Katty her uncle was
waiting to see her in the library, and also that Miss Spence
wished her to bring down her lesson-books, that he might
examine her.
"Well now, to think the child can't be let alone from those
weary lessons, at a time like the present, too," said nurse, as she
put a few finishing touches to Katty's ribbons. "I've a good
mind to go down and speak to Mr. Lester myself, I have."
Though she did not put her threat into practice, it would have
done her heart good could she have seen how Uncle Peter
pushed the bag of books aside, saying as he did so, "I've no
doubt, Miss Spence, Katty is a wonderful prodigy; but at
present, and for the next few weeks, we must let Nature be her
teacher. Her cheeks are rather paler than I care to see them;
a little rest from books now will make her take to them again
all the better."
This speech of Uncle Peter's annoyed Miss Spence so much
that she took the first opportunity to leave the room, when


Katty's Holiday.

Katty felt free to inquire about her future residence. Yes, it
was really true; she and nurse were to leave the dull town
house, and go into the country; where, Uncle Peter would not
say, but insisted she must be blindfolded, and led to her new
home, like the Princess in her fairy tale book. Such a happy
evening it proved to little Katty There she sat, curled up on
the sofa, close to her uncle, listening to the wonderful stories she
coaxed him to tell about his travels, and the things he had seen
"with his very own eyes." Oh, just another one," pleaded
Katty, when her uncle said he really must go now;-" I shall
have to go to bed in a quarter of an hour at any rate, so do tell
me just one more."
Well, well, what shall it be about ?" said Uncle Peter, good-
naturedly. "You have quite exhausted my stock, you little
cormorant !"
Then we can have one of the old ones over again, uncle.
Tell me about Alp, please; I like that one very much," said
"So I think, seeing I have told it to you a dozen times
before," said Uncle Peter, laughing. "Are you not tired of
hearing about him yet ? Well, I suppose I must obey your lady-
ship; so I had better begin without more ado." And forthwith
he began to tell the following story.


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NOE upon a time, an old gentleman, known by the
name of Uncle Peter, had occasion to be travelling
in a pass between Savoy and Switzerland; and, though
he walked as fast as his stout old legs could carry him, found
night was about to come down sooner than he wanted it. It
is no joke," said the old gentleman to me, to find yourself in
one of the most dangerous passes of the Alps, with the clouds
hanging in a threatening manner overhead, betokening a sudden
snow-storm, and hearing the thundering avalanche booming in
the distance, or sometimes, it may be, nearer, among the rocks,
as it slides and rushes into the valley."
He held his breath, did this old gentleman, and crept along as
stealthily as he could, fearing lest the slightest motion of the air,
caused even by too loud a sound, should loosen the huge masses
of ice and hardened snow overhead. At last down the snow-
storm began to come, floating, and whirling, and sifting, till the
old man was so bewildered that, after floundering through deep
snow-drifts, in the hope of finding the pass, he sunk down quite
exhausted, and very soon lost consciousness altogether of his
danger, and even of his very existence. The snow still came
showering, and flustering, and buzzing down, covering Uncle

Katty's Holiday.

Peter up as snugly as the robins did the babes m the wood,
and he knew nothing about it. Then, after a time, but as if
in a dream, he heard a great roar, or a deep bark, and felt for
a moment something hot laid on his cheek. But that passed in
an instant, and he remembered no more till, on opening his eyes,
he found himself lying near a large fire, and beheld three or
four monks chafing his hands and limbs. By his side lay a
magnificent, large dog, watching eagerly to see if the poor
traveller was to be restored to life or not; and, seeing Uncle
Peter revive, he gave a joyful yelp, as if anxious to show how
glad he was that his labours had been rewarded. This was
Alp; and when Uncle Peter had recovered from the effects of
being buried under the snow, he was told that he owed his life
to the faithful and sagacious dog, who had tracked him out,
and brought the monks and guides of the Hospice of St.
Bernard to his rescue.
After staying at the hospitable establishment for a day or
two, old Uncle Peter took his departure, not, however, before
he had induced the monks to sell Alp to him. It would have
been a very difficult matter, indeed, to have taken such a dog to
England, had it not been for the hearty welcome Alp received
everywhere, his master coming in for a share of notice for his
sake. After arriving at home, Alp's education was well looked
after; and, though he had no opportunity of digging benighted
travellers out of the snow, he was taught to swim, carry things
from one house to another, and, indeed, to become the most trust-
worthy messenger in the household.
On one occasion his master had to go to the neighboring
town to procure a large sum of money from the bank. As it


The Story of Alp.

was late before his business was over, he decided to hire a horse
and ride home, taking the money with him in a pocket-book.
If at any time he went to town on horseback, Alp was in the
habit of going a good portion of the road to meet him, when he
was not invited to go all the way; but when his master went
by the train, he would linger about the station till he returned.
On this particular evening Alp was duly at his post, but train
after train came in, bringing no master. He showed no im-
patience, however, till the last one came in, and. being again
disappointed, he set off for home, to see if he had arrived there
by some means during his absence. No, his master had not
returned; and, though the servants tried to calm the dog's
anxiety, assuring him that it was, no doubt, all right, Alp was
not satisfied, but set out along the accustomed road to town to
find him.
And how was it faring with Alp's master all this time ? We
shall see. He rode out of town at a quick pace, and only drew
bridle at the first rising ground, a considerable distance from the
city. It was a lovely moonlight night, and Uncle Peter's
thoughts went roaming over the whole world, calling to mind
the different scenes he had witnessed by the light of the lady
moon. The horse had been walking leisurely up the ascent, but
at the top of the hill he started off again at his former speed,
seeming to enjoy the exercise as much as his rider. But when
he came to a turn of the highway, not far from a coppice
through which the turnpike road lay, he stopped, pawed the
ground, snorted, and refused to move a step further. Though
the old gentleman had certainly been thinking very deeply, his
eyes had been sharp enough to catch sight of a shadow flitting



Katty's Holiday.

across the path, disappearing, as it seemed, in the underwood.
After patting and coaxing the animal without effect, Uncle
Peter dashed the spurs into the horse's sides, till off he set,
like an arrow from a bow, and had nearly reached the end of
the wood when he stopped again. At this moment a man
sprang out, and, levelling a pistol at the rider's head, bade him,
in the true highwayman style, Stand and deliver !"
The moon was shining very brightly on the man's face, and
Uncle Peter recognized it as one he had seen in the bank lobby
that afternoon, as he drew the money. It was no use trying to
force the horse to dash past, or turn and gallop back to his
own stable, as he seemed transfixed with terror; and so the
helpless rider made up his mind he had better deliver up the
pocket-book without more ado. He was in the act of drawing
it out of his breast, the man still holding the pistol at his head
and uttering violent threats at the delay, when there issued a
mighty roar from the underwood, and then a deep yelp, and the
next moment the man was laid on his back, with the faithful
dog Alp gripping at his throat. The pistol had gone off in the
scuffle, harming nobody. On dismounting, the old gentleman
managed to get Alp drawn off, and, seeing the man was more
frightened than hurt, mounted once more and rode on, leaving
him to his own reflections. It was not till Uncle Peter had got
to a considerable distance from the robber that Alp quite left
him, covering his master's retreat, as it were, in case another
pistol should be forthcoming. Thus again did the faithful
St. Bernard' dog render his master a great service, saving his
money, if not his life itself.
"Oh, uncle, surely you are not going to stop there," said


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Katty. There are ever so many more stories about that dear,
good Alp. Do go on for a little longer."
But Uncle Peter was inexorable, and not another moment
would he stay. Bidding her be in readiness in two days' time,
to remove herself and her favourite goods and chattels, he took
his leave. Katty hurried up-stairs to the nursery, to tell all the
stories over to her indulgent nurse, and also to talk over their
removal to the country. Such a busy little girl she was, to be
sure Next morning she rose hours before her usual time, and
had her toys and books packed long before nurse awoke. Then,
while nurse packed the large travelling-baskets, Katty danced
and capered about the room till the good woman declared she
could stand the noise no longer, and would be forced to send
her down stairs to the school-room, to repeat her lessons once
more to Miss Spence. But Katty reminded her that Uncle Peter
had said she was to have a real holiday, with no lessons at all;
she was to do nothing, absolutely nothing, but romp and play
from morning to night.
And you expect to be a happy girl, do you ?" said nurse, as
she put in the last article before shutting down the lid of the
basket. "Your uncle never meant you to be an idle girl out
and out, that I know. An idle life, or a life with nothing but
play in it, would be a most miserable one. Why, by your own
account, that dog Alp, that you think so very much of, never
seemed to be happier than when he was working; and I don't
think it would please your mamma either."
"Oh, I don't mean to be quite idle, nurse," said Katty. "I
mean to be ever so busy, once I am in the country; only my
lesson-books must be left behind; I shan't take them with me."


Katty's Holiday.

Then in that case," said nurse, trying to hide a smile,
"Miss Spence will break her heart altogether."
To keep such a terrible event from happening, Katty packed
the lesson-books in a bag by themselves, and placed them along
with the other luggage, it being clearly understood that, once
they were settled in their new quarters, the books were not to be
looked at-" No," as Katty said, "not for a single moment."
When everything was supposed to be packed, Katty suddenly
remembered she had forgotten to put in the best clothes of her
largest doll, and, of course, the ropes must be taken off again.
Nurse Mary tried to persuade Katty that Miss Fanchal-that
was the name of the large doll-would be far happier without
her fine clothes; but Katty would not hear of such a thing.
" Oh, nurse! how can you say so ?" she said. "You know very
well the other dolls are so careless, and I have such trouble to
teach them to be tidy and neat; and Miss Fanchal is such a
help to me; when she appears dressed for dinner, the others are
so affronted at sight of her, they generally slip away and make
themselves smart, too."
"Well, well," said nurse, smiling; "I suppose I must just
untie the ropes once more." And accordingly this was done, and
sly Miss Katty had the pleasure of again going through the
operation of packing.



yiHEN the morning came for them to leave, how slowly
the hours passed, thought our impatient little lady.
Would Uncle Peter never arrive ? had he forgotten the day ?
was he ill ?-and ever so many other fears had Miss Katty.
He came at last, before the appointed hour after all; yet Miss
Katty insisted it must be ever so much later, and that the
clocks must be wrong somehow, although she knew her aunt's
clocks had always been famed for keeping true time. Then
she had to allow herself to be kissed and cried over by poor
Miss Spence, who had faithfully done what she considered
her duty by the child. But all the time she was pouring out
her words of 'affectionate advice, Katty was thinking that
the'train would be starting without them. She could stand
it no longer; so, tearing herself away from her governess's
embrace, she took refuge in the carriage. Scarcely had she been
seated, however, when she remembered she had not said good-
bye to her canary; and, getting out again, away she flew to
the school-room. By this time Uncle Peter and nurse had taken
their places in the carriage; but the sight of the canary remind-
ing Katty she had not given her parting orders to the housemaid
about it, she must go to look for her down-stairs. This took
ever so much time; so that, after all her anxiety and blaming

Katty's Holiday.

others, she nearly made them late in the end. Indeed, Uncle
Peter was so annoyed, that when they were seated in the train
he retired behind his newspaper, and refused to speak to her on
any subject whatever.
As they approached the station where they were to come out,
Uncle Peter's crossness began to give way; in fact, Miss Katty
was not slow to discover it had been put on for a purpose, and,
seizing the opportunity, she began to ask a hundred questions
about the place they were going to. Uncle Peter would tell
nothing, however; but renewed his threat to blindfold her if
she inquired further. At the station a carriage was waiting for
them, into which they got at once, and drove away through
beautiful lanes, the hedges covered with dog-roses and other
wild flowers, the sight of which nearly drove the little town-bred
Katty wild with delight. Then came a long avenue, into which
the carriage turned, when, through the opening of the trees,
Katty caught sight of sheep feeding, and cattle that stood look-
ing at her with their great, calm eyes, while they slowly
munched away at the cud and waved the flies off with their
tails, in their own placid, ruminating way.
At the end of the avenue there stood a farm-house, the upper
storey projecting over the under at some places, and the win-
dows having diamond-shaped panes, like those in one of Katty's
favourite picture-books. It was not the house, however, that
made Katty scream out, "Oh, uncle, nurse, nurse, see! see!"
It was the sight of an old woman sitting on a low stool, milking
a brown and white cow. And there was a cat watching
patiently until old Nancy was ready to give her a little drop of
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The Country Home.

Some of my little readers may feel inclined to laugh at Katty
for being so delighted at such a trifle; but they must remember
poor Katty had lived in the town all her life, and had never
seen a real live cow milked before, only in picture-books. See,
see !" she continued, her eyes falling on other novelties, there
are hens, tame hens, walking about, and, nurse, I do declare there
is a robin-redbreast sitting on the gate !"
You must have good eyes, miss," said her uncle. Well,
how do you think you will like your new home ?"
You don't mean to say I'm to live here, Uncle Peter ?" cried
Katty, almost breathless.
If this is Willowbank Farm, I most decidedly say yes," said
Uncle Peter, laughing. "Does it suit your ideas of country life ?"
"Oh, it's beautiful! I am almost afraid you're joking; for
it seems too good to be true," said Katty. "To think of me
living here for ever so long. Will they let me feed the hens ?
I wonder if I could milk the cow. Oh, dear, dear, it's so nice !"
What is nice ?" inquired Uncle Peter, laughing. Milking
the cow ? When did Miss Spence teach you that accomplish-
ment ?"
Oh, now, you are laughing at me, Uncle Peter," said Katty.
" Miss Spence would never allow me to do such a thing, she is
so much afraid of cows, and she said they were very dangerous
animals, and I must run away the moment I saw one. But I
don't mean to do that."
"You are quite right, my child," said Uncle Peter. A cow,
unless goaded to anger, is a very docile animal, and very
sagacious, too. When I was residing, some time ago, in a
country town, I remember the doctor telling me that his cow


Katty's Holiday.

was a very intelligent creature. She was much attached to all
the members of the family; and, though she did not see her
master very often, and months might elapse before they met,
she never failed to know him. All the cows in the town fed on
a great common, and returned at night under the charge of the
herd-boys. If Mysie, the doctor's cow, on her way home, saw
any of the household taking a walk, she would come out of the
herd and walk up to them to be patted, marching away again
with a grateful "moo!" In the outskirts of the town was a
ducal residence, and members of the family used to walk in the
neighbourhood of the common-my friend, the doctor, being
sometimes of the party. But Mysie, having no respect of per-
sons, would march up to salute her master, even in front of the
stern old duchess, quite unconscious that her company was most
unwelcome, and would refuse to move till her master had patted
her neck."
As they drew up to the door of the farm-house, there stood
kind Mrs. Copley in the porch, ready to shake hands and bid
them welcome to Willowbank. She said there was no one in
the house but herself, every one that could be spared being in
the hayfield, the mention of which .made Katty exclaim, Oh,
please, may I go and see them ? I never saw real haymakers at
work, never in my whole life."
Hearing this, Dame Copley hastened to spread the table with
a snowy cloth, that Katty might have her luncheon at once
before going out; and, after partaking of a hearty meal, she set
off, accompanied by Uncle Peter, who said that he, too, must
have a sight of the haymaking before returning to the smoky


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ID ever anybody enjoy themselves more than our friend
Katty that day in the hayfield ? I scarcely think so.
In her picture-book at home she remembered seeing an
old gentleman being buried by a lot of children under a great
pile of hay; and when she had coaxed her uncle to lie down,
and shut his eyes just for a moment, she slyly put a great
armful of hay on the top of his head, and then another, till he
was fairly covered. So highly did she enjoy the fun of this,
especially when Uncle Peter rose up from the pile, and, catching
hold of her, buried her in turn, that he was seriously afraid she
would laugh herself into hysterical fits, and was forced rather
peremptorily to stop the game of being buried under the soft
sweet-smelling hay. You put me in mind, child, of a pony I
once saw brought up out of a coal-mine," he said; which remark
brought Katty to his side at once; for not even the pleasure of
haymaking could quench her eagerness to listen to a story.
"Do you mean that the pony lived down in the dark coal-
mine, uncle ?" she inquired.
"Yes," replied Uncle Peter," stretching himself out on the
soft hay, "it had been living down in the deep, dark coal-pit
for a whole year. Then, his services being required in the world
above, or his time of banishment having expired, his eyes were
blindfolded, and he was sent up."

22 Katty's Holiday.

Why did they blindfold his eyes, uncle ?" said Katty.
Lest the light should dazzle them too much, though it was
late evening at the time, and not very bright. After he had
been let loose into a paddock, his eyes being still blindfolded,
he stood sniffing and snorting, and letting out his breath in a
deep purr of satisfaction. Then, feeling the fresh, live grass
under his feet, he lowered his nose to it and took a long snuff,
and, kicking up his heels, off he galloped, rushing madly round
and round the field. In the middle of his capers the cloth that
bound his eyes fell off, and, unable to control his delight any
longer, at sight of the stars overhead, perhaps, or the moon, that
began to peep out from behind a cloud at the moment, he lay
down, and rolled about on his back till fairly worn out. Then
his master, with the help of some men, put a halter round
the animal's neck, and led him away to the stable."
How delightful!" exclaimed Katty. "But what likeness
had the pony to me, uncle ? I don't understand."
"Oh, in various ways," replied her uncle. I was thinking
I should have to tie a halter round your neck, and lead you
away too, to a place of safety, if you had screamed and laughed
much longer. But what do you say to our having a stroll
through that wood ? I think it looks a likely place for wild
flowers. Has Miss Spence taught you to find
'Tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in everything' ?"
"No, uncle, I never heard her say that; I should have been
certain to have remembered it," said Katty, earnestly. "Is it
poetry, uncle ? Miss Spence will not allow me to read poetry."
And why not, pray ?" inquired Uncle Peter.

A Day of Pleasure.

"Because she says it is useless stuff and make-believe," said
Katty. And oh, uncle, do you know, she has locked away my
lovely little volume of poems that dear mamma gave me. And
I used to be so fond of reading one called 'We are seven,' and
about Lucy Gray. You know the story, don't you ? How she
was sent to light her mother through the snow; and then she
was lost. They thought she must have been drowned, because
they tracked her footsteps until they ended on the middle of the
plank over a river. Wasn't it dreadful ? But some people say
she can be seen to this day crossing the moor; only that must
be nonsense, because nurse says ghosts are not allowed to walk
about now."
Oh, really ?" said Uncle Peter. "I thought nurse would
have been certain to have believed in ghosts. Does she never
tell you any stories about them ?"
"Yes, sometimes, but that is only for fun, and because I ask
her," said Katty. "They are all out of her own head, she says.
But-would you believe it, uncle ?-though I know they are not
true, I get so frightened I dare not sleep by myself, and have
to creep in beside nurse. She won't tell them to me often,"
continued Katty, "on that very account; only on my birthday
and on Christmas night. I always get exactly what I want on
those two nights."
Indeed!" said Uncle Peter. I see nurse is a very sensible
person. And how do the ghosts affect Miss Spence ?"
Oh, she won't speak about them at all," said Katty. "Nurse
thinks she believes in them, and that she is afraid they will
show themselves; but she never says a word to me on the


Katty's Holiday.

They had been walking towards the wood during the above
conversation, and now ghosts and everything else were forgotten
at the first glimpse Katty caught of a hyacinth. Off she ran
to pluck it, while Uncle Peter followed more leisurely, smiling
and laughing at her childish delight. Her hands were full when
they reached the outskirts of the wood, where, not far from the
place they were standing on, a small lake burst upon their view
between the slopes. Ever so many horses were grazing, whilst
a young foal was standing beside his mother, quietly permitting
his back to be licked. Katty pulled at her uncle's coat, and
made a sign not to disturb them; but some sharp-witted ducks,
having seen the approach of the strangers, flew or waddled
away to the water, quacking loudly as a signal of alarm. In the
background stood a ruined castle, that next attracted Katty's
attention, who began to make all sorts of inquiries about it.
They sat down under a tree to rest, and, while Katty arranged
her flowers, Uncle Peter told the following story about the castle
now before them.


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N former times this castle belonged to a wealthy gentle-
man, and had been in the possession of his forefathers
for generations. At an early age he showed signs of
possessing a mean and miserly disposition, which was a great
source of distress to his parents, His father did everything in
his power to encourage him to be liberal-minded, and gave him
as much pocket-money as he desired. Instead of spending it,
however, as boys of his age are fond of doing, he hoarded it
up, burying it in holes about the old castle, or under the oak
planks of his bedroom. When he went to school and college it
was just the same, and so miserable did he become, that nobody
would take the trouble to speak to him. His father having gone
out hunting one day, fell from his horse, and was so seriously
injured that he died in a few days, leaving all that he possessed
to his son.
And now all was changed. Instead of the open hospitality
that had reigned during his father's life, penury was the order
of the day. Most of the servants were paid off, the horses his
father had such pride in were sold, and the beautiful gardens his
mother had taken delight in were allowed to go to ruin-a
proper gardener being considered too expensive a luxury for the



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new proprietor. His mother, not being able to endure the look of
misery on all around, removed to London, and left her son to his
fate. Not long after, he married his housekeeper, a low-minded
woman, who was almost as penurious as himself; and, as no ser-
vants would stay with them, the castle became like a plague-
stricken house, for none of the people in the neighbourhood
would visit the ill-conditioned pair. Room after room of the
spacious building was shut up; and at last they were content
to inhabit only one of the wings, the every-day drudgery of
the household being of necessity shared by the gentleman as
much as by his wife.
In course of time they had a son and daughter, and, strange
to say, they both grew up as different from their parents as their
parents were from their ancestors. Though the boy, as he
grew older, had to act as a common herd to the solitary cow
they kept, and though his sister helped her mother in the daily
duties, no one could fail to see they had come of gentle blood.
Norman, however-that was the boy's name-was not content
to remain a common herd-boy, and, seeing this, his father set
about educating him at home, which he was well able to do,
having received a good education himself. But his daughter,
Maude, he never attempted to instruct in anything, saying that
if a girl could but shape and sew, and bake and brew, that
was sufficient. Though this did not satisfy Maude, yet-
being of a gentle disposition, and knowing by experience that
it would draw down upon her head a burst of terrible anger from
her father, in which her mother would most likely join-she
did not insist. But "where there's a will there's a way," says
the old proverb; and Norman, seeing how anxious his sister

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was to learn to read and write, contrived that they should go
together to a quiet place in the wood, and study there.
Norman had been accustomed from his earliest years to hear
his father bemoaning his sad condition and his poverty, and,
until he was fifteen years old, had no idea that he was the son
of a rich man. But it happened one day that he came upon
his father in company with the Rector of the parish, who was
upbraiding him for his shameful conduct-he, the possessor
of thousands, bringing up his children as if they were the
offspring of beggars Norman was so transfixed with astonish-
ment that, though his feelings told him it was mean to be an
eavesdropper, he had no power to walk away. He heard his
father answer in the usual manner about his poverty, saying
that nobody knew about his affairs as he did himself; but it
was evident, from the tone of his voice, that he was afraid of
the Rector.
"Very well," said the latter, "if you do not send your son to
a suitable school, such as his position and prospects demand, I
will take ways and means to have you confined in a mad-
house, and to get your children handed over to the guardianship
of the state."
Norman, on reaching home, was glad to share this wonderful
piece of news with his sister; and, in a few days afterwards,
without any explanation, he received orders to make himself
ready for a journey. It was not until the last evening he spent
at home that he was informed he was to go to a public school;
at the same time, a sufficient sum of money was given him to
provide an outfit requisite for his wants. Though this was but
a moderate amount, the miser did not part with it without


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many sighs and groans. It was a sad time for poor Maude;
but, after her brother's departure to school, there came a gover-
ness to teach her everything a young lady should know, and
her time passed away much more pleasantly than before. Her
brother, too, came home during the holidays, and these brief
happy intervals made up to her in a great measure for the
gloomy days she had to pass in his absence. They had both
grown up now, when, during the last visit her brother paid, he
told her he had got into difficulties at college, and that he
required a large sum of money to free him. When Maude
looked into his face, the tears standing in her eyes, Norman
told her she had no occasion to be distressed on his account, for,
beyond a doubt, his father was not poor, but was a rich man,
and that "the fellows" said his allowance ought to be double
what any of the others had.
And now-said Uncle Peter-there stand the remains of the
old castle, that could tell us a story fit to thrill us through
and through. I have been told that great was the father's
anger when his son demanded to be set free from his debts; and
even the mother, who ought to have been gentle, denounced
him. Norman left his father's house that night, never to return
to it again; but Maude, who loved her brother with her whole
heart, managed to get a quiet moment with him before he
departed. She bade him go, in two hours, to the little spring
in the wood, and look under the stone where they had often put
their treasures when children, and there he would find something
that would help him. Now, Maude had one day come upon her
father's hoard of money that lay under the floor of his room;
and at another time, when she was digging up roots in the


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grounds, she had come upon another. She had said nothing
about it at the time, because, when a little child, she had once
found a few guineas in a hole at the back of the fireplace, and
her father having then fallen into a terrible passion with her,
she was afraid to mention it now. But her dearly-beloved
brother was in trouble, and money was what he required to help
him out of it. So, when her parents were seated at the fire,
after dinner, she slipped away, and took out the bag of gold
without being observed; nor did she hesitate till, getting the
other from under the great beech tree, she had them safely
deposited under the stone by the spring.
It was not until some time after that the miser found out his
loss, and, his suspicion instantly falling upon his son, he declared
he would have him arrested and put in prison for the robbery.
Great was his surprise, therefore, when Maude boldly owned
that she had found and taken the money, and that she was
willing to bear the punishment. Her father then and there
turned her out of doors, in the extremity of his rage and despair
for the loss of his gold. Let us hope that -if he had not been
blinded by passion he would not have gone so far; but, such
being the case, Maude found herself driven from her home in a
stormy night, with no place to go to that she knew of. She
wandered on, like your heroine, Lucy Gray. Perhaps she in-
Stended to have gone to the Rectory, for there she would have
found shelter. Be that as it may, her footsteps were tracked to
the little wooden bridge over the river, in that direction; and
there all trace ended. But the neighbours and people about here
do say that the graceful form of the fair young Lady Maude
may be seen floating on the lake there of a stormy night; while


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some go even farther, and insist that another and darker figure
creeps stealthily about the banks, carrying in one hand a heavy
bag of gold, and with the other grasping a boat-hook, with
which he vainly endeavours to snatch at the floating form, in
order to save it from the current.

"Oh, dear, dear what a dreadful story !" said Katty.
"Mamma once told me about a miser who was very greedy,
though he had loads of money. And mamma said it was right
to be careful of our money, but we should not hoard it like a
miser; that things were given us to use, not to abuse ; and that
if we did not take the benefit of them, it was abusing them very
much indeed."
I see you do not require a lecture upon the evils of miser-
liness," said Uncle Peter. "And now, since we have drawn a
sermon out of those old stones, we will return to the hospitable
roof of Willowbank."
"Oh, I do believe it has been a made-up story that," said
Katty. How sly of you, Uncle Peter I did believe it was a
true story from beginning to end."
"And who said it was not, miss ?" said Uncle Peter. "Very
well; see if I tell you any more. I can assure you, at all
events, it is founded on facts of the most sober reality, if not
connected with that particular ruin. To think of my story
being doubted Go along with you !"



PLADLY they turned their backs on the old, ruined
castle, with its melancholy associations, and set off to
the farm-house. On their way thither Katty saw a
squirrel, for the first time in her life. Observing their approach,
it darted up a tree, and peeped at them from between the
branches. "There's another little miser for you," said Uncle
Peter. "If we could get up, we should doubtless see a great
store of nuts hid in a hollow branch, laid up against the winter."
Oh but, uncle, a squirrel is not a miser," said Katty. He
is only a very provident little fellow. Mamma used to show me
a stuffed one when I was a little girl, and tell me how very
industrious they are, and how cleverly they store their food."
But what difference do you find between the miser and the
squirrel ?" said Uncle Peter.
Well, I think the difference must be in the miser not having
worked for his gold, and letting it lie useless. Now, the squirrel
works hard, and though he stores what he finds, it is to keep
him from starvation during the winter, when the snow is on the
ground, and the nuts all gone."
"And can you tell me of any other animals that provide
against a time of need ?" said Uncle Peter.
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and the ants; only, they are insects, I suppose. Yes, I know of
one more. Carlo-our dog at home-always hides his bones
when he has had too much dinner, and then he pulls them out
when he is hungry."
"A very provident dog, indeed," said Uncle Peter, laughing
heartily. But does he never forget where he hides them ?"
"Oh yes, very often," replied Katty. "And then it is so
funny to see him sniffing about in search of them. But Teaser
-the small dog that lives next door-he scents them out fast
enough, and Carlo is very angry when he finds that Teaser has
eaten them."
Uncle Peter had been poking about among the brushwood,
and now showed Katty the nest of a little dormouse, and told
her how it, like the squirrel, laid up a store of nuts and other
things against the long winter days.
"I thought the dormouse required no food during the winter,
Uncle," said Katty. Doesn't it sleep all the time ?"
It sleeps a good deal, certainly," replied her Uncle. "But
at the first gleam of sunshine (and we have many sunny days,
even in winter) he often wakens up, and comes out to have a
nibble at his stores; and then, look what a long spring he has
before him, before his natural food is ready."
Oh yes, that is really curious," said little Katty.
"Then there is the beaver," said Uncle Peter. What a
provident fellow he is, too; and how knowingly he builds and
furnishes his house. I must lend you a nice new book I got
lately, that gives a full description of how all the provident
animals manage, and you will find many curious stories about
the ants in it."



Providing for Winter.


I just at this very moment remember a poem I used to say
to mamma," said Katty. "Would you like to hear it, uncle ?"
By all means," replied Uncle Peter. I am glad to think
Miss Spence has not driven it out of you, with her love for
graver subjects."
And Katty repeated-
Ye indolent and slothful! rise,
View the ant's labours, and be wise;
She has no guide to point her way,
No ruler chiding her delay:
Yet see with what incessant cares
She for the winter's storm prepares;
In summer she provides her meat,
And harvest finds her store complete.
But when will slothful man arise ?
How long shall sleep seal up his eyes ?
Sloth more indulgence still demands;
Sloth shuts the eyes, and folds the hands.
But mark the end: want shall assail,
"When all your strength and vigour fail;
Want, like an armed man, shall rush,
The hoary head of age to crush."

Then I hope my little niece will never grow up in indolence,"
said her uncle. Even the smallest child can find some means
of making herself useful; and I hope you will let those bright
eyes search out ways to make work for your hands."
Oh yes, I mean to be very busy indeed," said Katty.
"Nurse thought because I said I was not to open my books-
no, not once-during my visit here, I meant to be quite idle;
but I mean to show her a very different state of things."
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somewhat afraid I did wrong in banishing the lessons altogether,
ever since Miss Spence reminded me that 'Satan finds some
mischief still for idle hands to do.'" Both Katty and her uncle
laughed, however, at the governess's fears; and by the time
they reached the farm they had quite forgotten Miss Spence's
Going round by the back way, they came upon Chanticleer,
the king of the farm-yard, who, along with Dame Pratlett and
his other wives, was strutting about, looking as bold as possible.
At sight of them Katty hastened on, to remind Mrs. Copley of
a promise she had made, before they set out for the hayfield,
namely, that she was to get a white-crested hen, with a great
many little chicks, to feed and take care of during her stay, and
to be as her very own. To her great delight, Mrs. Copley at
once agreed to this, and Katty was soon entirely occupied with
her feathered dependants. Indeed, so much was she taken up
with her new playthings, that she almost forgot Uncle Peter
was to leave after dinner. But," as she said to her hen Snow,
"that would be a very ungrateful thing to do, seeing my uncle
has been so kind in bringing me here." She left Snow in the
coop, where she had been placed, in case the chickens should
wander, and, saying I shall come again to feed you, pretty
mother hen, and you, too, you funny little chicks," she returned
to the house. In an hour or two Uncle Peter was gone, promis-
ing to be back again as soon as possible, when he hoped to be
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VERYBODY had returned to the hayfield after dinner,
and Katty-seeing that nurse was busily engaged help-
ing Mrs. Copley to put away the dishes-thought to
herself it would never do to be idle; and, certainly, watching
Mother Snow and her chicks so much was not being busy. On
telling Mrs. Copley that she also would like to have some work
to do, the worthy dame gave her a little basket, and bade her
look about in the hay-shed and under the bushes for eggs, saying
that since little Jane, the shepherd's girl, fell ill she had been
forced to do it herself; but that, if Katty would undertake to
bring in the eggs every day, it would be a great service to her.
As Katty was putting on her bonnet, she heard nurse asking
what was the matter with little Jane, and heard Dame Copley's
reply-" Oh, she fell and broke her leg, poor child; and a
sharper, cleverer girl of her age you couldn't wish to see."
It was such exciting work to hunt for the eggs, and find them
in all sorts of funny little nooks and corners, that not until she
was returning to the house with her basket did she recollect the
little girl whose work she was now enjoying so much. Almost
the first question she asked Mrs. Copley was, where the shep-
herd's little daughter lived, and was her leg well again. To her
great distress she found that, though the leg had been set, it had
been such a bad fracture that there were doubts of Jane's ever
being able to walk properly again. "She is motherless, too,"

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said kind Dame Copley, "and is an only child, and kept her
father's house so neat and clean before her accident. But now,
there she lies, all the long, bright summer days, in her little bed
-she who had been so active, and always willing to help any-
body she thought required help. There's old Widow Maddow
will miss little Jane sadly, that she will," added the dame; and
there's Jem Story, he says he never feels free a moment from
those pains of his, because he never hears Jane's hymns. Aye,
and many more will be missing the little lass, no doubt."
As Katty lay in bed that night, she thought to herself, Now,
couldn't I make myself as useful as that little Jane ? Couldn't
I go and see her with nurse, and cheer her up a bit. It must be
very tiresome work to lie in bed after hunting for eggs and
doing all the other delightful work about the farm. Yes,"
thought Katty, "I must speak to nurse when she comes up to
bed." But though she tried to keep awake to tell nurse of her
plans, her eyes would not keep open; and no wonder, when she
had gone through so much fatigue and excitement that day.
The next morning, however, she had not forgotten her kind
intentions, and Mrs. Copley was delighted to hear the proposal.
But, as Jane was in the summer residence of the shepherd, and
it was a long way from the farm, Mrs. Copley proposed that
Katty should wait till after dinner, when she would accompany
her. In the meantime, there were ever so many things for
Katty to do. She had to open the gate to let the cows pass
out, after old Betty had milked them; and then came the
pigeons to the door to be fed, and Katty was allowed to scatter
their daily measure of barley and peas. Then the wants of her
own particular hen and chickens had to be supplied, and the


Busy and Happy.

ducks, having been shut in over night and kept prisoners till
their eggs were secured, had to be released. When this was all
done, nurse walking about to see Katty did not get herself hurt,
Mrs. Copley said she might take a little warm milk, a fresh pat
of butter, and some eggs to old Widow Maddow, who lived
not very far away, at the end i thl lane. Katty insisted upon
carrying everything herself, saying that she was quite like little
Red Riding Hood going to visit her grandmother. But though
she would have liked very much if nurse had staid at home, the
good woman would not hear of such a thing. She consented,
however, to sit down with her book and work on a stump of a
tree, within sight of the house, till Katty went into the cottage.
After waiting ever so long-much longer than the presenting
of the articles required-Nurse Mary began to be anxious at
Katty's non-appearance. She did not think exactly that a wolf
had eaten her up, but she did not know what the child could be
doing; and, accordingly, she put her book and work into her
bag, and went away to see for herself. The door stood open,
and, as she passed down through the little front plot, she heard
a terrible clatter, partly caused by Miss Katty's tongue, and
partly by something that kept knocking against tables and
chairs. Great was nurse's astonishment, on putting her head
round the corner of the door, to see Miss Katty, her dress tucked
up behind, busily engaged sweeping the floor of the widow's
kitchen, while the old woman looked on with much interest.
Why, Miss Katty," exclaimed nurse, "what are you about ?
What would Miss Spence say if she saw you at this moment ?"
Oh, please, don't be cross, nurse," cried Katty. Jane used
to sweep the floor every day, and now that her leg is broken she


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cannot come. Widow Maddow can't do it herself, and it vexes
her to see it so untidy. Just see what a lot of dust I am getting
off the floor." And Katty began to sweep again very vigorously.
Nurse Mary was a sensible woman, and, after the first moment
of surprise was over, wisely came to the conclusion that, though
it was not exactly the work her governess would have selected,
still it would tend to do her charge no harm, but a great deal of
good in the end. So she only said, "You had better let me
help you, Miss Katty; I am more accustomed to sweep a floor
and tidy a room than you are." Katty gave up the broom at
once, saying, Oh, very well, nurse, I can run to the wood-stack
and bring some wood in this basket; that's what Jane does next.
And then I may fill the pitcher at the spring, and we shall get
everything into capital order, now you have come to help us."
Widow Maddow was so surprised to have two such unex-
pected and able assistants, that she could scarcely say more than
" Most astonishing !" But she looked so old and frail, and her
cough troubled her so much, that nurse's kind heart was fairly
touched with compassion; and of her own free will she offered
to come every day, and give things a tidy up. Nurse then
learned that Jane's other pensioner, Jem Story, lived next door
to the widow, but that he had hobbled out to the wood to gather
fir cones to light his fire. "And do you know, nurse," said
Katty, "he walks with great difficulty, and stooping to pick up
the cones hurts him very much; yet he always gives Widow
Maddow the half of what he gathers, because he says as long as
one can help a neighbour who is in want, it's a sin if they don't
do it." As Jem had not come home by the time the house was
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FTER dinner-the house being left in the charge of
Betty-Dame Copley, nurse, and Katty, set out to walk
to the shepherd's cottage. The day was as lovely as a
day in summer could be, and away ran Katty with Gip-a little
terrier puppy-barking and gamboling around her. Mrs. Copley
said they would take a path leading through some clover fields,
and out upon a great, wide down. When they had reached
this, she bade Katty keep near her, because she was going to
give her a very great surprise. Katty would have liked to run
off again at sight of the lambs that lay with their mothers on
the grass, and so would Gip, had he not been carried in nurse's
arms. In a few minutes more Katty was standing almost speech-
less at sight of the great, blue ocean in the distance. Is it the
sea ?" she cried; Is it the deep sea, where the ships sail ?"
Yes, it is the deep sea, and nothing else," said Mrs. Copley.
"And any day nurse and you could gather as many pretty
shells as you could carry, when the tide is out."
It was so strange that the lambs could lie so quietly there,"
thought Katty. She wondered they did not jump all day for
joy at sight of that wondrous sea before them. But perhaps
they did so till they were tired out, and were thankful to rest
their weary limbs, Katty felt inclined to put off going to see
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sea, and go inland again. But then she remembered how selfish
that thought was, for Mrs. Copley could not get away every day
to pay visits, and how Jane would like to see such a kind
friend Katty lingered as long as she could, watching the
waves rolling and tumbling one over another, and then she ran
after Mrs. Copley and nurse, who had got to the clover field
again, and were looking back for her.
"Jane will show you some beautiful shells," said the dame.
" And she will tell you where you will pick up the prettiest
ones on the coast here. It is a pity the poor child is laid up, for
she knew every inch of the coast so well, and had a wonderful
knack in picking up curious things."
What does she do with those things when she finds them ?"
said Katty.
"Well, she presses the sea-ware on bits of paper, and the
young ladies at the Hall buy them from her, and all the other
curious things she picks up. She will tell you all about it
herself, I have no doubt."
On entering the cottage, at sight of the pale, sad face that lay
on the pillows, Katty could not help feeling ashamed again that
she had been sorry to give up the pleasures of the sea to visit
the sick girl, more especially when she noticed the glad look of
surprise in Jane's face when she saw Mrs. Copley.
"Oh, this is kind of you, ma'am, indeed it is !" said Jane,
stretching out her hand. "And you in the middle of hay-
making, and extra busy."
Yes, but I have got such an able assistant here, who does so
much of your work for me, that I can manage to get away very
comfortably," said Mrs. Copley.


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Though Jane held out her hand to Katty, they looked a little
shy of each other; and, seeing this, Mrs. Copley and nurse by
and by went out into the garden, knowing that, if left alone,
they would make friends fast enough. Just as they expected,
very soon their tongues were wagging away, as nurse said, "like
bells ringing;" and when they returned to the house, the girls
were as friendly as if they had known each other for years.
" Oh, nurse, listen to this !" cried Katty. "Jane says we can
get a great many of those tiny cowrie shells, the same as those I
have in my box at home; and we are to look for them in the
black stuff the sea washes up. And, nurse, we are to gather sea-
weed of all kinds of colours, for Jane presses them and gets
money for them; and she wants the money so much to help
to keep her brother at school."
Katty was quite out of breath by this time; but if nurse
thought her charge was making a good deal of work for them
both, she good-naturedly said nothing about it, consenting to
lend her assistance when required for such a laudable purpose.
While they sat chatting with Jane, a little lamb came bleating
up the path, and right into the kitchen. This was a pet which
poor Jane had brought up, whose dam had for some reason
refused to have anything to do with it. Jane took a little pan
from the side of the fire, and, pouring some warm milk into an
old brown teapot, put the spout into the lamb's mouth, who
sucked it all up in a very few minutes. Then it laid its head
on Jane's lap and baa'd, and, trotting off to the door, looked
back and bleated again, as if asking her to come out beside their
companions in the sunny field. But, seeing she could not come,
it trotted away by itself; and when Katty looked out, it was


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frolicking about with the other lambs as happily as if its mother
were on the best terms with it.
It was with greater reluctance even than she had felt at leav-
ing the sea behind, that Katty set off for the farm. But nurse
promised they would go again to see Jane very soon, and carry
her some sea-weed from the beach. All the way home Katty
could speak about nothing but Jane, and the lovely things she
made ;-the sea-weed she put into very tiny baskets, and the
beautiful writing her brother put under it, after it had been
gummed on paper, about Call us not weeds, we are ocean's gay
flowers," &c. "It is so funny," said Katty, "to think of the
sea having wild flowers as well as the land. And there are
the little shell-baskets she makes too, so very pretty, and all
while she lies on her bed. It is really wonderful. I do hope
her leg will get well again, and that very soon," said Katty,
"because she is the very nicest little girl I ever met."




HEN they had been some time at Willowbank Farm,
even nurse was beginning to like country life better
than living in town, and hoped Uncle Peter would let them
stay a very long time. He had been uncertain how long that
time would be, having some plans in his head that he had not
made known even to nurse; so they felt they must make the
most of their holiday while it lasted. And so the bright days
were passing away when Farmer Copley came out to meet them,
holding a letter in his hand. "Here, my little lass," he said,
"here's a letter for thee, from father or mother, I've no doubt.
It came to me in one from thy uncle, and he says he's to be
here this night week; and then it's to be 'good-bye' between us."
Oh, you don't mean to say we are going to leave this dear,
delightful place ." said Katty, almost beginning to cry. Oh,
what can uncle mean by it ?"
Perhaps you had better come in and read the letter," sug-
gested the worthy farmer. "Let's hope it won't be so bad as
It certainly was a letter from India, and contained good news,
though of a rather startling nature. Her dear parents were
coming home, and she had not expected to see them for years.
But her papa found the climate did not agree with him, and the
doctors had decided he was to leave at once. But, more sur-

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prising than all that, there was news of a baby brother having
arrived; and, though Katty greatly preferred the idea of a sister,
she thought he would be a nice companion for her other brother,
Charley, who had gone out with his parents. The next morning
a letter arrived from Uncle Peter, saying that he hoped to be
able to spend a few days with Katty before she returned, and
advising her to make good use of the time she had still at her
disposal. As Katty said, it was so funny to think she was now
looking forward to Uncle Peter's return with anything but
pleasure-she who had watched for his coming for hours before
the appointed time. It is not that I don't want him, you
know," she said, "but it's just because he is going to take me
away. I can't see why he is in such a hurry."
But thinking and talking about it would not make matters
better, and was, indeed, only a waste of time. What she had to
do was to be as busy as she could during the week that was left
to her; and, accordingly, Miss Katty set about enjoying it
thoroughly. There was Jem Story to be visited yet. She had
promised to take the new pair of socks Jane had knitted to him.
And then Widow Maddow, she must be looked after; and the
sea-weed procured for Jane. That would be enough for one day,
surely. When the various little duties she had made her own
had been duly performed, nurse was told she was ready to set
out for Jem's cottage; and, with a well-stored basket, for both
themselves and the two old people, they set out. Jem Story
was rather a peculiar man, and Katty was somewhat afraid of
him. He spoke in a grumpy, loud, rough voice at first; but
when he heard who his visitor was, he softened down some-
what, and bade Katty take a seat close to him. You see, miss,


Jem Story.

I aint been myself to-day," he said, as if apologising for his
rough reception. "The pains have been most uncommon bad
to-day; and now that the shepherd's lass don't come over to
soothe me down, with her pretty songs and hymns, why I'm like
nothing but an old cross curmudgeon."
Katty here presented the socks, along with Jane's love, and a
message that she hoped he liked the book the shepherd had taken
to him. Here old Jem hung down his head, somewhat ashamed,
and, after a moment's hesitation, he replied, "Well, I suppose I
must confess at last. Pride must have a fall, they do say some-
times, and it happens that way sooner or later. The truth is, I
can't read, but I always held out to little Jane it was all on
account of the pains I couldn't read for myself, and that I liked
her to do it for me. You see, miss, I went to sea when I was
but a bit of a boy-ran away, in fact, 'cause I disliked book
learning-and now, when I'd give a good deal to have it, I can't
as much as read my Bible. You tell little Jane this, miss, and
say it's been on the tip o' my tongue to tell her this many and
many a time."
But couldn't you learn even yet ?" said Katty. I remem-
ber reading about a very old man who taught himself to read,
and to write, too."
"Well, perhaps he did," said old Jem; "but that was afore
he had been took with pains, I'll be bound. If he had pains,
then he couldn't be troubled with aught else. Take my advice,
my little lady," said Jem solemnly, "and stick to your books
when you are young. Youth is the time for learning, and not
old age; though I've learnt many a thing in my day, too, which
books couldn't teach me."


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Finding that Jem's stock of fir cones was nearly exhausted,
and that he was feeling the rheumatism more than ordinarily
that day, Katty volunteered to go out to the fir wood and
gather some for him, and for Widow Maddow also. As it was
close at hand, Nurse Mary allowed her to go alone, bidding her
not to go far, however, and to come back when the basket was
half full. Away went Katty, singing and dancing along, as
happy as a queen or a fairy. Her basket was very soon filled,
and, laying it down under a tree, she thought how nice it
would be if she took Jem a large nosegay of flowers. She was
soon busily engaged, therefore, in plucking the flowers, and the
moment she saw a new one she was off to get it, wandering
further and further into the wood, unconscious how far she was
away from Jem's cottage. Then, when her hands were full, she
turned to retrace her steps homeward, but she was surprised to
see no footpath. She had promised to keep on the path, but
now she found herself deep in the wood, and no trace of a foot-
path could she see. At last she came upon one, and, following
it, found it led out upon a common. And there, standing right
before her, was what she took to be a wild beast, but which was
in reality Farmer Copley's goat Nanny. At sight of the animal,
Katty's heart sunk within her, and she turned and fled back by
the path she had just come. It was fortunate for her she did
so, for nurse, getting alarmed at the non-appearance of her
charge, had gone out to search for her, and was about to turn
away in quite an opposite direction when she heard her cries of
distress. After scolding her for wandering away so far, and
hearing what had caused her to be so frightened, nurse at once
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a wild beast, and the worthy woman could not be very positive
on the subject, they made their way back as fast as they could
to the safe shelter of Jem Story and Widow Maddow's house.
The old man was too polite to laugh at Katty for being afraid
of a goat; but he told her it was only Nanny, and that wild
beasts didn't live in that part of the country at all, though he
had seen many and many a wild animal in his day, when
abroad in foreign parts. Uncle Peter's power of story-telling, I
am sorry to say, suffered considerably in Miss Katty's mind,
after hearing some of Jem Story's adventures. They were
truly wonderful. Shipwrecks and living on desert islands; hunt-
ing black bears and brown, and even being chased by a polar
bear in the Arctic regions-for where had not Jem Story been ?
He could tell about the Chinese, with their pig-tails and small
feet; about the Indians, of all hues and castes; had stories of
savages in the South seas, and pirates elsewhere; and, what was
most wonderful of all, of the funny little Esquimaux, who lived
in houses made with snow, had dogs for horses, and carried
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VERYTHING was forgotten while listening to these
thrilling stories. The pigeons had to look anxiously
and often to wait long before they saw the little girl
with their barley and peas. Mrs. Snow might have stretched
her poor head off looking for her accustomed supplies, had it not
been for nurse, who kindly attended to the wants of the for-
gotten favourites. And poor old Betty would have been forced
to open the gate herself for the cows had nurse not been there
to help also. Indeed, so entertaining was the old sailor, that
Miss Katty used to slip away immediately after breakfast, leav-
ing nurse to perform all her duties as a matter of course, and
never showing face till driven home by the pangs of hunger.
When nurse, after the first day or two, saw she intended to stay
with Jem the next as well, the good woman rebelled, and re-
minded her charge that Uncle Peter would scarcely like to hear
she had been day after day sitting in a close, confined little
room, instead of being out in the sunshine. "Besides," said
Nurse Mary, "you are getting to be a very selfish girl, letting
your love for stories come between you and everything else.
And if it had not been for me there would have been more
than one of your chickens dead."
Oh, nurse," cried Katty, you don't mean to tell me that
one of my chickens is dead ?"

End of the Holiday.

Yes, miss, I do," said nurse grimly; "and all because you
chose to stay with Jem Story, and did not feed them at the
proper time. And after Mrs. Copley giving them to you-
I'd feel ashamed of myself, I would."
Now nurse was jealous of Katty showing such an affection for
Jem Story, else she might not have told about the chicken.
But there it was, a lovely little black and yellow one, its poor
eyes shut, and its head hanging limp and lifeless. Katty car-
ried it up to her room, and shed the bitterest tears she had ever
wept over it. But those who knew her best never suspected
she carried the remembrance of that little dead chicken about
with her all her life. The moment she felt herself getting
absorbed in any particular thing, she would start up, or look
around, to see if she were neglecting any duty, and she would
never listen to a story till all her work for the day had been
duly performed.
And though she ran about Willowbank Farm as happily as
she had ever done before the death of her chicken, still her mirth
was of a more subdued order. But though nurse noticed the
change, she never guessed the reason.
"I suppose you are not glad to see me," said Uncle Peter,
when the end of the week arrived, and he had come to take her
Oh yes, uncle, I am," said Katty. I am getting too fond
of being idle, and, and- ." Here, to her uncle's great
astonishment, Katty began to cry, and out it all came-how she
had been listening to old Jem's stories, and had forgotten to
feed her little chicken, and how it had died.
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said Uncle Peter, drawing Katty tenderly to him. Poor child,
you must learn that even the brightest day has a cloud in it.
But come," he continued, we are not going to have the few
days left of our holiday wasted. We shall hand all the chickens,
and pigeons, and everything else over to nurse, and, having got
rid of our cares and worries, we'll go a-gipsying." With a bag,
containing sandwiches and all sorts of good things from Dame
Copley's larder, Katty and Uncle Peter set off every morning
after breakfast. They visited Jane, and Uncle Peter, being a
doctor, prescribed for her leg, and said it would come all right
by and by. They strolled by the sea-side, and gathered shells,
even after nurse declared she had not a morsel of room to stow
them away. Then they collected fire-wood for Widow Maddow,
and fir cones in abundance for her and old Jem. And when
all this had been done, then Uncle Peter would ask the old man
to relate one of his wonderful tales, and pretended that he asked
it for his own benefit. At least Katty thought he pretended,
though Jem's tales were worthy even of Uncle Peter's ears.

And now Katty's pleasant holiday is ended, and she had to
bid her kind friends at Willowbank Farm good-bye, not without
the fond hope that she might meet them again some day before
long. She said nobody could be more glad than she would be
to come back again and live there for ever with them, for, after
her pleasant experience of the country, she disliked the town
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FTER spending a few weeks of very pleasant holiday
at Willowbank Farm, Katty Lester was now return-
C -- ing, as she supposed, to her home in the dingy town
once more, in company with her uncle and nurse. Though
she had been told her mamma and papa were on their way
back to England from India, and, of course, had been delighted
to hear the good news, Katty could not help feeling sorry to
leave the pleasant farm-house, where she had been so happy.
As she said to her good Uncle Peter, the town would look
dirtier and dingier than ever; and as for the old garden in
the square, round which nurse and she used to take their
daily walks, why, the sight of the sickly grass would make
her shiver. "And, oh dear, just think of the sparrows, uncle !
what thin, dirty old things they are compared with their country
Katty well remembered that, on first coming to Willowbank,
they had not been very long in driving from the railway station;
but now, after they had gone a considerable distance, on looking
out of the carriage window, she began to discover that they
were driving through quite a new country, and she asked her

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uncle how it was that they did not get to the station, and why
they were going so far in the carriage.
I thought you liked the country so much," replied her uncle
from behind his newspaper, "that you would prefer to go as far
as possible by the road, rather than by the railway. But I can
order the post-boy to go to the nearest station, if you like; it's
all one to me."
Oh no, no!" cried Katty. "Please let us have the carriage
all the way. I'm in no hurry. Indeed, I hope it will be quite
night when we reach home."
Well, it will be late enough," said her uncle. "And I should
not wonder if we were to encounter one or two robbers and a
few goblins; for we shall have some wild roads and commons
to pass over."
Katty laughed, knowing that her uncle was only- joking; but
Mary, the nurse, looked rather frightened, even more at the
thought of the goblins than the robbers.
Towards the afternoon, they stopped to change horses at an
old-fashioned inn and posting-house, and there they had dinner.
The landlady seemed to know Mr. Lester quite well, somewhat
to his little niece's surprise; and, before they set off again, she
took Katty into her garden, and, filling a basket with ripe goose-
berries and fine bunches of currants, gave them to her to eat by
the way. Katty thanked her for her kindness, but she was
more astonished than ever when the good woman said, "Any-
thing I can do for Mr. Lester and his friends is but little, after
what he has done for me and mine. And I'm so glad to think
he's coming back to-"
But at this point in the conversation Katty s name was called


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by her nurse, and, though she would have liked to hear all the
landlady had to say, she had to hasten, knowing well-as every-
body seemed to know-that her Uncle Peter could not bear to
be kept a moment waiting. Just before they started, and while
Mr. Lester was saying something about a horse and somebody
called Tom, a lovely speckled chicken came close to the land-
lady's feet, making Katty exclaim, Oh, you lovely dear! See,
nurse, did you ever see such a beauty ?"
In a moment the landlady had caught up the chicken, and,
untying her wide, blue checked apron, rolled the fowl in it, and,
when Mr. Lester was taking his seat, his head being turned
another way, she stuffed the bundle into Katty's lap, giving
sundry winks and nods to keep silence. Off went the horses,
the post-boy cracking his whip and calling to them "cheerily.
The chicken struggled so hard to escape that Katty was afraid
it would get out, and fly away through the open window. Oh,
nurse, help me; what shall I do?" cried Katty. I couldn't
help it, Uncle Peter; I hadn't time to push it back."
Why, what's the matter ? what are you talking about, child ?"
said her uncle, now taking notice of the package, as it danced
and wriggled about.
Oh, uncle, it's a little chicken," said Katty. "The landlady
put it in when you were looking another way. What am I to
do with it ? Help me quickly, or it will escape. I can't hold
it any longer."
Mr. Lester took a piece of string out of his pocket, and tied
the chicken's legs together, handing it out to the post-boy to
put in a safe place under his feet. Katty would have liked to
keep it beside her, but she said nothing, except to ask if it was



66 Katty's New Home.

quite safe and comfortable, and if the string round its legs
wouldn't hurt it.
I wonder what Miss Spence will say to this addition to her
school-room," said Mr. Lester, slyly.
That was the very question Katty had been asking herself;
for Miss Spence, her governess, had no liking either for animals
or birds. But you will tell her I may keep it, Uncle Peter,
won't you ?" said Katty, coaxingly. It is such a lovely crea-
ture. But I don't think she will let it stay in the school-room,
not even in a coop; for she turns out pussy, and she, you know,
is such a very well-behaved cat. Oh, to think that we haven't
so much as a back-yard at home!"
Then you had better get nurse to let you keep it in your
bed-room," said Mr. Lester, laughing. "You might have a cage
put out of the window, like a box of flowers."
Oh yes, that is such a good plan, uncle," cried Katty. "And
you shall, have a fresh egg every morning to breakfast, nurse.
What fun it will be to feed it and look for the eggs !"
It will be rather lonely by itself," said Uncle Peter. 1 got
the offer of a pair of bantams the other day, but I refused to
take them. If I had known about this odd sort of poultry-yard
I would certainly have accepted them."
"Bantam fowls! What kind are they, uncle ?" inquired
Katty. Mrs. Copley has brahmas, and dorkings, and a pair of
Polish fowls, and pencilled Hamburg fowls; but I never heard
about bantams."
"They are a very small kind of fowl," replied Uncle Peter;
and the little cock is such a famous crower, he will waken the
whole neighbourhood. The reason why my friend wants to part

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with him is because he does not crow at sunrise merely, but
keeps crowing at all sorts of hours all through the night. But,
continued Uncle Peter, "you people who are afraid of ghosts
will like him all the better for that."
Why, Uncle Peter," said Katty, "what has the little bantam
to do with ghosts ?"
"Oh, at the sound of the cock-crow," he replied, the ghosts,
or evil spirits, are supposed to disappear.

'The bird of dawning singeth all day long;
And then, they say, no spirit walks abroad.'

I must really ask my friend if he has them still to dispose of."
But, uncle," said Katty, "do you think the speckled chicken
and the bantams will live comfortably together ? Mrs. Copley
got two Spanish hens lately, and the other fowls rushed upon
them, and pecked at them most cruelly; and she told me they
often do that to strange fowls."
Well, I think the little bantams will be more polite," said
Uncle Peter. "They are exceedingly tame, and came to the
window every morning to pick up the crumbs the children threw
out. I must tell you a rather funny story about a pair of ban-
tams I once had myself. Tim was the cock's name, and the hen
was called Tilda, and they both knew their names as well as my
dog Alp knew his. They lived very happily together for many
months, till one day poor Tim became very ill. He could not
swallow his food, apparently, but kept walking from one end of
the court to the other, like a sentry on duty. His poor little
wife was in a terrible state of distress. Not a moment would
she take to snatch a mouthful of food, but trotted at his heels


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till her little legs were as tired as legs could be. At last some-
body suggested that his crop should be opened, to see if any-
thing had stuck in it; and accordingly this was done, when a
piece of glass was discovered that had evidently been the -cause
of his illness. His crop was then sewed up, and in a few days
Master Tim was as brisk as ever."
"You don't mean to say he was a living fowl after his crop
was opened, uncle ?" said Katty, in astonishment.
"Yes, but that is exactly what I do mean," he replied; and
this I know, Tim lived for many months after, and, what is
more, proved himself such a black-hearted, ungrateful fellow,
that I couldn't bear the sight of him."
"Oh, do tell me about it !" cried Katty. Did he peck at his
little wife, Tilda, and pull her feathers out ? Chanticleer, at
Willowbank, pulled ever so many of the feathers out of a pretty
grey hen this very morning. He is dreadfully unkind to that
hen always."
No, that wasn't what Tim did at all," replied Uncle Peter,
laughing. His little wife, Tilda, became ill too; but, instead of
attending to her, as she had done in his case when he was ill,
the ungrateful bird marched up to his roost in the hen-house,
and left her to suffer alone. She dragged her weak limbs to the
door and looked up, calling him with a gentle twir-r; but, though
he responded to the call by a sort of pur-r, he refused to come
down off his perch, and, in her very sight, edged himself a little
nearer to a large grey working hen, who good-naturedly allowed
him to keep himself warm against her. The little hen was taken
into the house, and kept warm by the kitchen fire; but the next
morning, hearing her lord and master crowing most lustily, she


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became so uneasy that she was allowed to join him on the lawn,
where the grey working and a few favoured hens were strolling
about. Tilda, the little bantam, ran up to Master Tim, delighted
to see him again once more. He had found a small, fat grub,
and was crying 'cluck, cluck, cluck,' as hard as he could, when
his little wife appeared; and she, of course, stretched out her
little bill to take the dainty morsel, when, to her astonishment,
he snatched it from her, and, with an angry twirr-er-er, deposited
it in front of the grey working's beak.
The little bantam hen tried to think it was a mere accident;
that he hadn't seen her at the moment, perhaps; and she fol-
lowed him about meekly. But when grub after grub, and worm
after worm were carried off and laid before the grey working,
who gobbled them up without even once looking grateful for the
attention, then poor little Tilda's spirits fairly sank. She retired
under a garden seat, and stood with head and wings drooping
in a most dejected condition, until she was found and carried
into the house. Though everything that could be thought of
was done for her, the poor little bantam hen grew worse and
worse and eventually died."
Oh dear !" cried Katty; "do you think she died of a broken
heart, uncle ? Oh, that horrid little Tim ought to have been
killed for his cruelty, and she so good to him when he was ill,
too. What did you do with him, uncle ?"
"I gave him away to a little boy," said her uncle; "but I
didn't tell him why, and he was delighted with the present."*

"* The incidents, as here stated, came under the author's-personal observation.



(iHEY were now passing through a picturesque valley, with
ait rugged slopes on either side, leading up by wooded
"combes" to the bare, grey Tors of Devonshire, when, all of a
sudden, Uncle Peter cried out, "See, Katty, quick!" Katty
sprang to her feet, and, standing up in the carriage, beheld a
noble stag, of the wild red-deer species, standing at gaze on a
ferny knoll in front of his troop of cautious hinds, whose quick
ears, and still quicker nostrils, had evidently given him the first
alarm. For a moment or two the magnificent animal surveyed
the passengers below, showing no symptoms of alarm or appre-
hension of danger from their proximity. Then tossing his
antlered head, giving a full display of its branching honours,
and snuffing the wind, he started from the spot, and with two
or three bounds vanished into the recesses of the dell, whither
his train of wild companions had preceded him. There are
plenty of fallow-deer and roe-deer," said Uncle Peter, "to be
found in parks in England; but this is the only part of our
southern kingdom where these really wild creatures of the chase
are now to be found in anything like their natural state."
"I read a story once' about a reindeer," said Katty. "It
belonged to a hunter in the Arctic regions, and it was so tame
it used to sleep beside him at night. I don't remember if the



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man had a tent or not, but I know the reindeer lay down close
to him."
Very likely, my dear," said Uncle Peter. "The reindeer is a
very useful animal in the Arctic regions. Its skin being imper-
vious to cold, the inhabitants of the Arctic circle are almost
entirely clothed with it, and it seems that if, in addition, a
traveller has a blanket of the reindeer skin, he may lie down and
sleep on the snow, without any fear of Johnny Frost" pinching
his toes. Besides, the inhabitants of the Great Bear Lake would
be quite unable to inhabit their barren grounds, were it not for
the immense herds of reindeer that exist there. Of their horns
they make their fish spears and hooks; and long ago, before
they got iron from this country, they manufactured various tools
and implements from the same material. Thus you see, my
child, how wise God is in making various animals, to suit the
different climates and requirements of mankind."
I got such a pretty box sent to me by Aunt Emily," said
Katty. It had a picture of a large deer, with great horns like
that one, and it was standing in the water, while two large dogs
were barking at it, and preventing it from running away. My
governess told me they were keeping it there till the huntsmen
came up to kill it. I was so sorry for it, poor animal, it did
look so frightened; but Miss Spence said they were of no use
but to be hunted and killed."
Miss Spence quite enters into the sportsman's feeling, I see,"
said Uncle Peter. Well, although there may be much excite-
ment and pleasure in deer-stalking, I cannot say that for my part
I like the sport. The only time I ever witnessed it myself was
two years ago, when I was staying with a friend in Scotland. He


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was a keen sportsman, and persuaded me to accompany him. It
was some time before we could come round upon the herd, by
going against the wind, and creeping up the beds of water-
courses, the dogs being held in the leash. On reaching the top
of the last hillock, we got into full view of a noble stag. He had
heard our footsteps, and had sprung to his legs, and was now
staring us full in the face. My friend fired, and hit him in the
shoulder, when the stag, wheeling round, bounded off at the top
of his speed, with the great, rough, swift dogs straining after him.
The dogs pressed him hard, and the stag, getting confused, found
himself suddenly on the verge of a precipice of some height, at
the bottom of which ran a shallow river. He hesitated for a
minute, as if afraid to take the leap, but the dogs had now come
up to him, and over he went. The chase was continued down
the course of the stream, the deer jumping through the rocks
like a goat, followed closely by the dogs, who often received
dreadful falls. This went on for about half-a-mile, till one of
the dogs caught him by the leg, and held him with such a grip
that his speed was immediately checked. Though he continued
to drag the two dogs, who were clinging to his flank, after him
for a considerable distance, by the time my friend got up to
them the poor stag was so exhausted as to be killed without
much further difficulty."
"I wonder indeed you could have looked at it, uncle," said
little Katty, who had listened to the story with eyes dilated and
heaving breast. It really was so shocking of your friend to
take pleasure in such horrid work, and call it sport. Please,
uncle, don't go near his place again."
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People talk of getting health of body and of mind in the exer-
cise. If they had better things to occupy them, they would get
more pleasure and benefit out of innocent pursuits. The longer
the world lasts, the best men and the truest teachers are always
growing more desirous to show the selfishness and recklessness
of such pastimes, and the tendency they have to harden the
heart. There is a striking and true story, which is told to this
effect, by one of our greatest poets, in a way that I must say I
never could get over, since first I fell upon it in the course of my
reading. I mean Wordsworth, to whom your worthy governess
seems to have extended her prejudice against poetry, when she
locked up some of your books."
But couldn't you tell it to me now, uncle ?" said Katty,
Oh, but I shall be interfering with Miss Spence's system of
training," replied her uncle. Katty managed, nevertheless, to
coax him over to gratify her wishes, laughingly declaring that
Miss Spence could not possibly object if he told it in prose, and
not in verse.
A knight of the olden time," began Uncle Peter, "was one
day intent upon the chase, hunting a noble hart over Wensley
Moor, and, coming to the door of one of his vassals, he cried
aloud for another horse. The vassal hastened and saddled his
best steed, which was the third Sir Walter had mounted that
day; and of all the train that had left his hall with him in the
morning, only three tired dogs now remained to follow him.
Away on he went again, his fresh horse quite coming up to his
wishes, and soon bringing him once more in view of the stag, as
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dogs could no longer pursue, but dropped off one by one. In
vain the knight halloed and cheered, or scolded them. How-
ever, he pushed on without them, following the stag alone.
'The poor hart toils along the mountain side;
I will not stop to tell how far he fled,
Nor will I mention by what death he died;
But now the knight beholds him lying dead !'
"Sir Walter dismounted, and, though bugles had been blown
blythely that morning, he had no follower-dog, man, or boy-
to partake of his satisfaction, as he gazed in silent, solitary
joy upon the spoil. Close to the thorn-tree on which he leaned
stood the horse, covered with foam, and weak as a newly-weaned
lamb, gazing piteously at the glazed eye of the stag it had
helped to destroy. Sir Walter was so supremely happy, that he
walked round and round the spot where the hart lay, with its
nostril just touching a spring of water that came out from the
hill-side. Then the knight discovered that the hunted beast had
taken three dreadful leaps from the top of the hill, which was
very steep, and had landed at the little fountain where he lay.
In memory of this wonderful leap, Sir Walter caused a stone
fountain to be made to receive the living well, and reared three
stone pillars to mark where the stag had leaped from, and built
upon it a pleasure-lodge, where he and his friends spent many
long summer days of merriment. But after he was dead, this
lodge fell into ruin, and nothing remained to mark the spot
where it had been, but the well, and four aspen trees, and three
crumbled pillars standing in a line. These attracted the poet's
eye, and he asked a shepherd, who happened to come up at the
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him the whole story; and whilst speaking about the general
look of desertion and decay, the shepherd explained that, though
some people said a murder had been committed near the spot,
he, for his part, thought it was all on account of the death of
that unlucky hart. Said the shepherd-
'For thirteen hours he ran a desperate race,
And in my simple mind we cannot tell
What cause the hart might have to love this place,
And come and make his death-bed at this well.
'Here on the grass, perhaps, asleep he sank,
Lulled by the fountain in the summer tide;
This water was, perhaps, the first he drank
When he had wandered from his mother's side.'

"Then the shepherd pointed out how desolate the place was,
and how the pleasant shade was all gone, and said he expected
that even the aspen trees, and the pillars, and the fountain itself,
would all crumble to decay. Then said the poet, in reply-

'Grey-headed shepherd, thou hast spoken well;
Small difference lies between thy creed and mine;
This beast not unobserved by Nature fell,
His death was mourned by sympathy divine.

'One lesson, shepherd, let us two divide,
Taught both by what she shows, and what conceals;
Never to blend our pleasure, or our pride,
With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.'"


OR some time after Uncle Peter had ended this touching
Story, Katty sat in a thoughtful mood, looking out of the
window, watching the sun, now sinking in the west. In a few
minutes after, the post-boy stopped his horses, to inquire which
turning he would take; and, on receiving directions from Mr.
Lester, after driving on for a little distance, he turned into a lane,
and very shortly after drew up at the gate of a pretty country
house. Katty was about to ask if they had to change horses
again, when, to her surprise, the door opened, disclosing the
smiling face of her Aunt Emily, Mr. Lester's sister, who took
Katty in her arms, and bade her welcome to her new home.
It was in a state of bewilderment that Katty was carried into
the dining-room, where a comfortable tea had been prepared for
them. Indeed, it was not till after she had got her hat and
cloak off, and found herself seated in the corner of the sofa,
with her Aunt Emily opposite, chafing her hands and insisting
that she must be benumbed with cold after her long drive, that
Katty's power of speech returned to her.
I'm sure you must be glad to find yourself at home, dear
child," said Aunt Emily, still rubbing away at Katty's hands in
a most vigorous manner. You must not only be as stiff as old
rheumatic Ben, but you must be as hungry as possible."


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"But, aunt, is this my home ?" said Katty. I can't under-
stand it one bit. Am I not going back to stay in the dingy
town any more ?"
Why! hasn't Uncle Peter told you all about it, child ?" said
her aunt. Well, now, that was too bad of him. I don't like
surprises myself, even though they end ever so pleasantly. I
think the looking forward is half the pleasure; but Uncle Peter
always will think differently. We shall give him a good scold-
ing when he comes down to tea."
Then Katty was told the house had been taken for her papa
and mamma, who were expected to arrive, along with her
brother Charley and the new baby, in a very short time; but
that, till they came, it had been arranged that both her uncle
Peter and her aunt were to stay with her. To Katty's further
delight, she learned that they had taken a house in the next
village, and that she could see them every day, if she desired.
Everything seemed so delightful,-it was like living in a fairy
tale; and she felt as if she were "the princess without a wish."
When her uncle came down to tea he pretended he was quite
surprised he had never told her of the new house; and insisted
there must be some mistake, and that she must have forgotten.
No wonder Katty declaimed stoutly against such a notion, as if
she could possibly have forgotten anything so delightful. Oh,
Uncle Peter, I know you are joking," said Katty. It was too
bad of you not to tell me that you were to live near us, and
that I could walk every day to see you quite easily. And just
before you came down, aunt was saying that Miss Spence is- "
"Pray don't say that anything has happened to that worthy
woman," said Uncle Peter, pretending to be quite in a fright.

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Ah," laughed Katty, "you know all about it, uncle. You
know she is not to be my governess any more; and I'm so glad."
"You don't mean to say you are glad she is not coming to
teach you any more ?" said Uncle Peter.
Yes I do, uncle," replied Katty; "for now she cannot pre-
vent me keeping my speckled chicken. Oh dear, I was almost
forgetting,-I shall not require to put it in a cage at a win-
dow now. I shall be able to have it put somewhere out of doors.
Shall I not, Aunt Emily ?"
To her great delight, she was told there was a nice hen-house
in the court-yard, and that she would find a number of hens and
other fowls there in the morning. After tea, Aunt Emily took
her up-stairs to the drawing-room, to see a lovely new doll she
was dressing for her, when she beheld a tortoise-shell cat, with
two of the most beautiful kittens she had ever seen.
"Why, I do declare," cried Katty, "there is my very own
pussy cat! But who sent the little kittens ?"
"I don't know anything about them," replied Aunt Emily.
" When I arrived I found that pussy was here before me; and
two or three days after I came she was seen making her way
down the avenue, carrying a white kitten in her mouth. After
carrying it a little way, she laid it down, ran back to the house,
and came out with a black kitten, and carried it to where
the white one was lying, mewing most piteously. As mother
puss had never felt at home in this new house, we fancied she
was going to try to make her way back to town with the two
kitttens; but fortunately we saw her in time, and brought her
back, and she seems to be now more reconciled to her new
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chievous a puss as it is possible to be; and she is always fancy-
ing she sees a speck on its soft fur, and licks it off instantly."
"But who tied ribbons round their necks, aunt ?" asked Katty.
"That was my little maid Jane's doing," replied Aunt Emily.
"She is passionately fond of animals, and when she heard you
were coming she begged me to give her the ribbons to make
them look gay."
I shall give the black one to Charley and the white one to
baby," said Katty. It is so funny to see my cat turned into an
old mother cat, and looking as if she had lived here all her days."
Indeed, she was not happy at first," said Aunt Emily. I
fully expected she would escape out at the open window, and
find her way back to town; but she means to make the best of
it now, and remain where she is."
I am very glad of it," said Katty; "for she would have
found it rather difficult to find her way back to her old home,
even without the kittens. She never could have managed it."
"I don't know that, my dear," said her aunt. "There are
many wonderful anecdotes about cats finding their way from a
great distance, and in a very short space of time, too. Their
love for their home, they say, far exceeds the love they have for
their friends. But I heard, the other day, of a cat who had a
kitten, and her mistress, having let her house for the summer
months, went to live with her daughter, whose house was in the
next street. The people who took the house bade the lady have
no anxiety about the cat and kitten, for the children would be
delighted to have them to look after. By some means or other
puss discovered where her mistress had gone, and paid her
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may suppose, they were very glad to see the poor animal, and
the lady rose to prepare a saucer of bread and milk for her; but
puss popped out by the window, and was seen hurrying back
to her old home again. They were regretting that cats had
so little affection for their friends, when back came puss, this
time with her kitten in her mouth, which she must have
dragged along with considerable difficulty, as it was rather a
large, plump one. Laying it down on the rug, she began to rub
herself against everyone in the room, to show her satisfaction."
"And did she go back to the old house, aunt ?" inquired
"Oh no, she remained with her mistress," said Miss Lester.
" And when the whole family went for a further change to the
Welsh hills, puss and her kitten were taken in a basket, and at
once settled down in her new quarters, as if she had been there
all her life. She was of great service there, too, for the house
was overrun with rats; but so thoroughly did she hunt them
that not a rat was seen during the remainder of their stay."
I remember," said Katty, "nurse told me that at a place she
lived in, the people used to let their houses and leave their cats
behind them; while some would shut up their houses, and lock
the cats out. And she used to feed them, otherwise many of
them would have been quite starved."
Poor animals !" said Miss Lester. "I remember once living
with some friends at the sea-side, and we found a cat there that
had been locked out in the way you mention; but she was a
most enterprising puss, and tried to provide for herself so cleverly
that everybody had quite a respect for her."
What did she do, aunt ? please tell me," said Katty.


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"Well, every morning, no matter what kind of weather, I
noticed that this cat went down to the beach; but, as the bank
sloped abruptly from our house, we could not see what she did.
Being curious to discover what was her object-more especially
as on more than one occasion she sallied forth in the middle of
a heavy fall of rain, the road being also very wet and sloppy-
I put on my bonnet, and, accompanied by a little girl, crept
quietly along the path, and over the grass, to the edge of the
bank, peering cautiously over. We did not see puss at first, but
in a few minutes the sharp eyes of my little companion spied
her out, crouching down beneath the overhanging edges of a
great stone, and every now and then darting her paw into the
pools of water the tide had left behind. She never failed to
draw out something each time, which she demolished with the
utmost satisfaction."
"Oh dear," cried Katty, to think of a fishing cat! I never
heard of anything so funny. I always thought cats could not
bear to wet their feet."
Well, I must own I was of your way of thinking, Katty. I
had not the slightest idea that a cat, however fond she might
be of fish, could get over her antipathy to wetting her feet. But
that a cat should fish for herself was hardly credible. Indeed,
had I not seen it with my own eyes I should scarcely have
thought it possible. But this morning your own pussy came
into the bed-room, and, putting her paw into the water-jug,
drew it out again very carefully-the paw being hooked up-
with a very few drops of water in the hollow, which she licked
up. This she did several times, till I took compassion on her
thirst, and gave her some milk as a reward for her cleverness."




ORN out by the fatigue and excitement of the long
'i- journey, Katty was now conducted to her bed-room by
kind Aunt Emily. But, though she was very tired, she could not
sleep for ever so long, thinking of all the events of the day, and
forming all sorts of plans to be carried out on the morrow. One
thing she determined she would do,-she would get up very
early; but, alas! the sun was high in the sky, and nurse had
got all the boxes unpacked and most of the clothes put in their
proper places before Miss Katty opened her eyes. Oh, nurse,"
cried Katty; "how could you let me sleep so long, when you
knew I wanted to be up to help you, and I have so much to do."
Nurse said she had been told by Miss Lester not to waken
her, as she was sure if she slept long it must be on account of
extreme fatigue. The worthy woman did everything she could
to make up for lost time, and helped Katty to get dressed, saying
that her uncle wanted her in the garden when she was ready.
Katty could not help being a little cross with nurse for not
rousing her, even though she felt the effect of her kindness in
helping her forward with her dressing. Some of her well-laid
plans had been knocked on the head; and when nurse said,
good-naturedly, while she tied the string of Katty's apron, "We
shall catch up time yet by putting a little salt on his tail,"
Katty snatched herself away quite rudely.

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"Dear me, Miss Katty," said the kind nurse; this is a bad
beginning to your new day. Take care; for 'cross in the morn-
ing goes to bed sad and sorrowful at night, for he manages to
stuff away all the pleasure in his great black bag, and leaves
behind nothing but emptiness and vexation of spirit.'"
Katty had often heard this saying before, and, what is more,
she had found it was quite true; so she not only put a special
sentence in her morning prayer for strength to be made a good
girl, but asked nurse to forgive her, which the good woman was
very ready to do. It was therefore with a face radiant with
smiles that Uncle Peter beheld his niece enter the dining-room.
"He who ruleth his spirit is greater than he who taketh a city;"
and little Katty was unconsciously feeling the truth of this at
the moment.
And so the Sleeping Beauty has wakened up again," said
Mr. Lester; "I was just going to try if I could break the spell
of the enchantress by the application of a nice, cool sponge, but
the guardian of the Princess, in the guise of Aunt Emily, would
not hear of such a thing."
"Oh, I wish you had, uncle," exclaimed Katty; "I did mean
to be up early. I have had my bread and milk now, and aunty
says I may go out with you."
That is to say if I am agreeable, I suppose," replied Uncle
Peter, putting on a fierce look; or was that to be as a thing
understood ? Very well, get your hat, and we shall go off on an
exploring expedition of the entire premises."
Katty was not long in getting her hat, as you may suppose,
and she and her uncle set out, the latter carrying a small basket,
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got to the rear of the building, Uncle Peter suddenly stopped,
and, opening his basket, began to call, Peas, peas!"
On looking up, Katty saw a number of lovely pigeons on the
top of one of the roofs; and the sound of her uncle's call was
followed by a rush of whirring wings from all quarters, until a
great cloud seemed to be gathering overhead, when, with a
swoop, down came the large flock. A pure white one was the
first to hear the summons, and seemed to be the tamest; and when
Katty held out some barley and peas on her hand, it flew upon
her wrist and picked them off very gently, stopping to give a
coo, as if it meant to say, Thank you very much." There were
a great variety of them, and it was a great delight to Katty
to see the various colours, and to watch their beautiful breasts
changing in the sun from grey to bright gold. She said she
thought pigeons must be the loveliest birds in the world.
"Well, no," said Uncle Peter; "I have seen a great variety
of parrots all sitting close to each other on the trees, and I have
seen 'a thousand thousand humming birds all glancing in the
sun.' After that sight I must own that pigeons to my eyes are
a little commonplace looking. But beauty is but skin deep, you
know, my dear; and if the pigeon is not so lovely, some of the
species are superior to the humming-bird in usefulness."
"A pigeon useful, uncle," said Katty; why, I thought they
were exceedingly idle birds. I never saw them do anything at
Willowbank except pick up the corn and peas, and I never could
find one of their eggs. Please tell me what they do."
Have you not heard of the carrier pigeon ?" said Mr. Lester;
"I fear Miss Spence has been neglecting your education after all
Did you never read about it in any of your books of history ?"

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I don't think so," said Katty; "but Miss Spence is not to
blame. She was very anxious to teach me all sorts of things
about the Romans, and my head used to get stupid over it; so
that, if she had told me about these pigeons or any kind of bird,
I don't think I should have remembered it or have taken much
interest in them. It is so different when you see things with
your own eyes."
That is very true, my dear," said Mr. Lester; and I have
no doubt if you had seen the Romans, you would have read all
about them with equal earnestness. I see a holiday is not
thrown away upon you."
But tell me about the carrier pigeons, please, uncle," said
Katty; "I do like stories about birds and animals very much
indeed; and do you know, uncle, since I came to live in the
country I can look at a mouse, although I used to be so
frightened for mice when we lived in the town. Now tell me
why the pigeons are called carriers."
From the circumstance of the birds carrying letters and
small packets from one place to another," said Mr. Lester.
" The use of these pigeons is supposed to have been known to
the ancients, and they were particularly useful in carrying
messages during a siege."
But how did they manage it, uncle ?" inquired Katty; "and
how did they find their way back ?"
"In former times the carrier pigeon was employed in the
English factory at Scanderoon to convey intelligence to Aleppo
(a distance of seventy-two miles) of certain ships being in port,
-the names of the ships, the time of their arrival, and any other
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of paper, and secured under the pigeon's wing, so as not to hinder
her flight; while her feet were bathed in vinegar to keep them
cool, and so prevent her from being tempted to alight by the
sight of water, which would have caused delay, and might have
occasioned the letter to be lost. The messenger had two young
ones waiting anxiously for her at Aleppo, and as soon as she was
set at liberty she returned with all speed to her nest. The attach-
ment of the bird to its native place, and particularly to where it
is bringing up its young, was thus rendered useful to mankind."
But how does it find its way back, uncle V" said Katty.
It is by the eye," replied Mr. Lester, that these birds travel
from long distances to their home. A carrier pigeon is taken to
a considerable distance; it is then set free; it mounts to a great
height, and performs a series of circles, wider and wider still,
until it gets a sight of some familiar object, which at once gives
it a clue to the right direction, and away it flies till home is
reached. Noah sent a dove from the ark to bring tidings of the
deluge, knowing that its love for its old home and the clear-
ness of its vision would bring it back to the ark once more.
From dawn to dark, with no landmark to help its quick vision,
God guided the dove back to the ark; and she was taken in to
be cherished and tended by loving hands, till it was sent forth
a second time to return with an olive branch in its bill."
"Oh, yes, I know, uncle," said Katty eagerly; "I have a
picture of it; but you only see the white dove and Noah's hands
coming out of the ark-such great hands they are too-and the
white dove looks so small beside them."
Mr. Lester, on looking at his watch, found he had an engage-
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,other things and hasten home. Katty, on her return, found
both her Aunt Emily and Nurse Mary very busy arranging the
things in the pleasant nursery upstairs, to be ready for the
children on their arrival from India; and when Katty entered
the room her aunt was busy fixing some bright coloured pictures
over the fireplace. The centre one was a large coloured print of
Noah leading his family and all the animals out of the ark; and
Katty inwardly determined to coax her Uncle Peter up to the
nursery some day, so that she might get him to tell her a story
about each of them, great and small, for there were many she
had never seen before.
Over the baby's cot were two beautiful pictures-one of a child
sleeping and two angels floating in the air as if watching over
him, and the other of a little girl gathering flowers. She had a
beautiful wreath on her head, and a snow-white pet lamb follow-
ing at her heels, having a garland round his neck. But I am
sorry to say he saw no beauty in it, for he was quietly munching
it up while his little mistress was looking another way. Aunt
Emily was quite at a loss what to put over Charley's crib. She
had a picture with a whole company of soldiers marching past,
but she wanted a small one for a bare part of the wall, and to
Katty's great delight the white dove in Noah's hands was found
to be the very thing required.
"As a reward for giving up what I know you valued," said
Aunt Emily, you shall have the picture of the little girl feeding
her rabbit with parsley. Every time you open your eyes in the
morning you will see this very industrious little girl; so if you
fall asleep after nurse calls you, her bright eyes will, I hope,
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But, aunty, I am not nearly so lazy as I used to be," said
Katty, for she knew her aunt referred to a time when she was
staying with her, and the getting up in the morning had been a
sore subject between them. "It used to be so disagreeable to
get up in the morning when we lived in the town," continued
Katty; everything was so dull and uninteresting; but it is so
different in the country."
My dear, I hope you will cultivate the habit of early rising
for its own sake," said Aunt Emily; so that if you ever require
to live in a town you will not find it so very disagreeable. I
fear at present it is because the country is new to you that you
find so much pleasure in it."
Oh dear no, Aunt Emily; I am sure if I were to live in the
country all my life I never should weary of it. I am always
seeing something new."
"You may thank the town for that, my dear," replied Aunt
Emily, laughing. "I have noticed, as a rule, children in the
town are far more intelligent and have sharper eyes than those
who have lived all their days in the country. I used to fancy
long ago that children who lived in the country, surrounded by
the beauties of Nature, must never do wicked things, and live
much happier lives, but, though they see the charms of creation
daily, they take no interest in them, and scarcely ever think of
the Creator of them all. I am glad, my child," continued Miss
Lester, that you are deriving such pleasure from the sights and
sounds around you; but you must learn to look up 'through
Nature to Nature's God,' else the enjoyment will not be abiding.
And, my dear, now that nurse's work is done, you had better
get on your bonnet and take a walk with her before dinner."



SS Katty was always ready to go out, and had now so
Q much to show Mary, and could tell her about the
pigeons, she was delighted to obey her aunt. So they set off
for a long walk, and soon found a beautiful lane a little way
from the gate leading to the hills, where they were told a small
farm-house called Hazeldene was situated, and to which Mary
had a message about milk. Katty was delighted on reaching
Hazeldene to find they had many things there the same as they
had at Willowbank, though on a smaller scale. At Willowbank
they had no turkeys, but here they had ever so many; and as
this was the first time Katty had ever seen such fowls, she
asked her nurse to stop till she examined them.
"Well, miss," said Mary; "I can't say I like to be so near
those birds. I got a terrible fright with one of them once when
I was a girl, and I must say I'm glad there's a fence between
them and us."
But they look very quiet, indeed," said Katty.
Scarcely had she uttered the words when the turkey cock,
giving a great gobble-gobble-gobble, spread up his tail, let down
the fleshy portion from over his bill, and puffed out his breast,
while his head, face, and neck turned a brilliant red. He
advanced towards them in a very threatening manner; but