Front Cover
 Title Page
 The Simple Traveller
 The Snow Country
 The Ship
 Stingy Betty
 The Chickens
 The Island
 Freddy's Songs
 The Little Fishers
 Nellie May
 The Little Sweeping Girl
 The Lily
 The Three Girls
 The Girl Who Found What She Was...
 July in the Country
 Forty Torpedoes
 Daddy Longlegs
 Back Cover

Group Title: Simple traveller : : little stories for little folks
Title: Simple traveller
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Permanent Link: http://ufdc.ufl.edu/UF00048490/00001
 Material Information
Title: Simple traveller little stories for little folks
Alternate Title: Vacation days
Physical Description: 1 v. (unpaged) : ill. ; 19 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Diaz, Abby Morton, 1821-1904
D. Lothrop & Company
Publisher: D. Lothrop & Company
Place of Publication: Boston
Publication Date: c1880
Subject: Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1880   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1880   ( lcsh )
Fantasy literature -- 1880   ( rbgenr )
Bldn -- 1880
Genre: Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Fantasy literature   ( rbgenr )
Spatial Coverage: United States -- Massachusetts -- Boston
Statement of Responsibility: by Mrs. A. M. Diaz ; forty-five illustrations.
General Note: Contains prose and verse.
Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
 Record Information
Bibliographic ID: UF00048490
Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: 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
Rights Management: All rights reserved, Board of Trustees of the University of Florida.
Resource Identifier: aleph - 002225387
notis - ALG5660
oclc - 62120044

Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Cover 1
        Cover 2
        Page i
    Title Page
        Title 1
        Page iii
        Page iv
    The Simple Traveller
        I: Three Little Puffy Dogs
            Page 1
            Page 2
        II: Four Little Puppy-Dogs
            Page 3
            Page 4
        III: Seven Little Puppy-Dogs
            Page 5
            Page 6
    The Snow Country
        Page 7
        Page 8
        Page 9
        Page 10
        Page 11
        Page 12
    The Ship
        Page 13
        Page 14
    Stingy Betty
        Part First
            Page 15
            Page 16
        Part Second
            Page 17
            Page 18
        The Bees
            Page 19
            Page 20
    The Chickens
        Page 21
        Page 22
        Page 23
        Page 24
        Part First
            Page 25
            Page 26
        Part Second
            Page 27
            Page 28
        Part Third
            Page 29
            Page 30
        Part Fourth
            Page 31
            Page 32
        Part Fifth
            Page 33
            Page 34
        Part Sixth
            Page 35
            Page 36
        Part Seventh
            Page 37
            Page 38
        Part Eighth
            Page 39
            Page 40
        Part Ninth
            Page 41
            Page 42
        Part Tenth
            Page 43
            Page 44
        Part Eleventh
            Page 45
            Page 46
        Part Twelfth
            Page 47
            Page 48
        Page 49
        Page 50
    The Island
        Part First
            Page 51
            Page 52
        Part Second
            Page 53
            Page 54
    Freddy's Songs
        Page 55
        Page 56
    The Little Fishers
        Page 57
        Page 58
        Page 59
        Page 60
    Nellie May
        Page 61
        Page 62
            Page 63
            Page 64
        Part Second
            Page 65
            Page 66
        Part Third
            Page 67
            Page 68
        Part Fourth
            Page 69
            Page 70
    The Little Sweeping Girl
        Page 71
        Page 72
    The Lily
        Page 73
        Page 74
    The Three Girls
        Page 75
        Page 76
    The Girl Who Found What She Was Not Looking For
        Part First
            Page 77
            Page 78
        Part Second
            Page 79
            Page 80
        Page 81
        Page 82
        Page 83
        Page 84
    July in the Country
        Page 85
        Page 86
    Forty Torpedoes
        Page 87
        Page 88
    Daddy Longlegs
        Page 89
        Page 90
    Back Cover
        Cover 3
        Cover 4
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A simple fellow once went forth from the
land of Noodles to travel in a far country,
and in the far country he saw on the ground
one day, three little animals. He took up
one of them, looked in its face and said:
What is this, I wonder? It has big ears,
but its tail is short; very short. Now pray
what is the use of having a tail at all if it
must be so short ? The animal cannot wag
that tail. The animal cannot drive the flies
off of himself with that tail. The animal
cannot wind that tail around a tree branch
and hang there by it. Do you see me, little
animal? Or are your eyes too small to see
with ? I should like to know your name."
A man called out from a stable near by,
Why, it is a puppy-dog! "
Ah so that is your name said the simple
fellow. I will tell the people of the Land
of Noodles, that in a far country I saw three
small snub-nosed animals called puppy-


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The simple fellow from the Land of
Noodles travelled farther into the far coun-
try, and one night he came to a barn which
had a light shining from its window. He
peeped through a crack and saw, inside, a
tall man with a high-crowned hat, and four
little animals. Two of these were taking
something with their tongues, and the other
two were looking at the two which were
taking something with their tongues.
"Ah! Four little puppy-dogs!" said he,
"The first time three; this time four. I
wonder what those two are taking? It must
be medicine; and that tall man must be the
doctor. He came in the dark and brought
his lantern. I suppose that when the two
good puppy-dogs have taken their medicine
they will have some sugar-lumps from the
doctor's bowl. The two who will not take
their medicine will no doubt have the head-
ache. The first time three, this time four,
perhaps the next time five."

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The simple fellow from the Land of
Noodles travelled farther in the far country,
and one day he came to a sunny flower
garden. In the midst of the flowers he
found not only five, but seven of the little
animals, packed in a basin.
"Ah! seven little puppy-dogs!" said he,
" made into a pie. I wonder do they make
such pies in this country? Yes, it must be.
And they do not use ovens, they set pies to
bake in the sun. The pie has no top-crust.
Why is this? Why has the pie no top-
crust? To be sure! I see! Because the
seven heads might make seven holes in the
A man working in the garden said to
You must be a simple fellow to suppose
anybody would make that sort of a pie, or
would set any sort of a pie to bake in the sun."
Yes, sir," he answered, I am a simple
fellow. I came from the Land of Noodles,
to travel in this far country."




Start some day, when a cold North wind
is blowing, and travel with that North wind
blowing in your face, and if you go far
enough you will learn why it is cold, for you
will reach the country of snow. You will
find there neither trees, nor houses, nor
churches, nor stores, nor school-houses, nor
cars, nor carriages, nor horses. They have
a short summer, but during the greater part
of the year the people there live in little
round snow-huts of the shape of a
hay-cock. They have no chairs, no tables,
no bedsteads, no dishes, no cloth, no leather,
no iron, no glass, no books, no paper. If
you lived in that country, your father, or
your uncle, or your big brother, would hunt
bears, and you and all the family would wear
bear-skin clothing, and eat bearsteak for
dinner. He would take the bones of wal-
ruses and whales and make a sled, and har-
ness in his reindeer and take his family out
riding; or he might harness in half-a-dozen
long-haired dogs, in a long single file and try
to keep them straight with a very long whip.
Even if the ride were long you would not see
much besides snow-drifts.


Won't papa buy you a pony Charlie?
Well, I wouldn't care about a pony.
Don't be sorry, Charlie, I wouldn't be
Once there was a boy and he had a pony,
and he went to ride on the pony, and it let
him fall off and hurt him, and he had the
I wouldn't care about a pony. Maybe it
would grow up into a horse, and once there
was a horse that bit a man's hand and made
a sore there; and once there was another
horse that kicked a man when he was giving
him some hay, and he did not think he
would kick.
Stay in the house, and don't cry, and you
may hold my kitty as much as you want to,
and take my best dolly, and we can play
supper, and have out her best teaset, and
have some sweet cinnamon-water in the tea-
pot of the teaset, and you can be the father
and I can be the mother, and the dollies will
be the children; and maybe if you are a good
boy, some day papa will buy you a beautiful
pony that will go just as fast as it can go!

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Say Lady, please won't you buy our
Bunny ?
He has long ears, and he is white, and he
has not much tail, mamma says, to be
stepped on; and he jumps very far, and he
is a cunning Bunny, and he is very white,
and his ears are very long; but mamma
wants to sell him because he eats her shawl,
and papa wants to sell him because he eats
his peas, and sister wants us to because he
eats her flowers, and the cook wants us to
because he brings dirt into the house, and
Arthur wants us to because he gnawed his
new kite, for there was paste on that kite,
and please won't you buy him, and then if
you will we can have the money to buy a
shiny rattle with shiny bells on it to hang
in baby-brother's stocking, his red one with
that long leg, and that will make him laugh
and say, Goo goo goo "
Oh, buy our little Bunny,
For he is very funny.
And we'll sell our funny Bunny
For very little money.
He is white as any milk,


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Though his tail quite short appears,
He does not lack for ears.
And with very little money,

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And give him to your sonny,
And we can have the money,
And the sonny have the Bunny.

A Ship goes sailing over the sea. Her
sails are set, her flags are flying. Night and
day she goes sailing, sailing, sailing over the
The people who stay in her behold on all
sides water; no ground, no trees, no houses;
only water all around, and sky above.
But other ships sometimes sail past, and
now and then little birds alight on the mast
tops-poor little birds, tired with flying so
far from land ; and there are often little birds
which skim along on the tops of the waves,
dipping their breasts in the sea-foam.
Sometimes a fish leaps out from the sea,
and sometimes a big, dark whale, bigger
than any live creature you ever saw, is
seen floating on the water; but this seldom
If a very strong wind should blow, nearly
all the sails of the ship would have to be
taken down or else the wind would blow her
Were you in the ship you might sail away
to the South where oranges, figs, bananas,
and pine-apples grow.

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There was once a little girl named Betty
who was so stingy that when she had pretty
toys, books, or anything good to eat, she
kept them all for herself, and was not willing
to give any to her little sister Ann. One
day a lady sent Betty a small box of sugar-
plums. It was a red box with yellow stars
painted on the cover. Betty carried it up-
stairs and while she was looking at the yellow
"stars she heard Ann coming up. What
should she do ? Where should she put the
box ? On the mantel ? No; Ann could see it
there. On the closet shelf ? No; Ann might
open the door. Far back on the table ? No;
Ann could climb in a chair, and reach far
back on the table. In the drawer? No;
Ann often opened the drawer. Under the
chair cushion ? No; Ann might sit on the
chair cushion and feel something underneath
and look under and find the box. Hold it
under her apron ? No; Ann would peep under
to see. Something must be done quickly.
Her brother's Sunday shoes stood close by;
she put the box into one of those shoes,

to hide it so that she need not give Ann any
of the sugar plums. Presently Frisk, the dog,
came bounding into the room and began
playing with the shoes. When Betty tried
to drive him away he took in his mouth
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off with it, out of the house. Betty caught
her hat and ran after him, shouting, Back,
come back! Frisk Frisk Frisk Back !
Back! Frisk would not come; but he
did something curious with the shoe, as will
be seen on the next leaf.

Away went Frisk with the shoe as fast as
he could go.
Away went Betty after him as fast as she
could go.
Her hat blew over the fence, but she did
not mind that.
Frisk was running towards a pond, and
oh, if he should go into it, shoe, box, sugar-
plums and all!
Frisk did that very thing; went in, shoe,
box, sugar-plums and all.
There was a goose drinking at the edge of
the pond.
This goose heard the noise and flew
Frisk jumped at the goose, and in jumping
he dropped the shoe into the water, and
the cover came off the box, and the sugar-
plums were spilled into the shoe.
Betty got a stick, and waded in, and hooked
up the shoe with the stick, but by that time
the sugarplums had melted nearly away, and
the box, and the box cover with its yellow
stars were soaked with pond water.

Betty waded out and sat down on the
bank, and cried, holding the shoe in her
Don't cry, my child," said a man who
was passing, "the shoe will soon dry in the
hot sun."


"I'm not crying for the shoes," said Betty.
"Why, then, are you crying ? he asked.
Betty was ashamed to tell the man about
the sugar-plums.
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I'm not crying for the shoes," said Betty.
Why, then, are you crying ? he asked.
Betty was ashamed to tell the man about
the sugar-plums.

Bees, bees, buzzing bees, are you talking
to each other in buzz-talk; and what are you
saying ?
Are you telling stories of the butterflies
you meet in the fields, of the bumblebees,
the humming-birds and the flies, and telling
what they all said to you ?
The butterflies can make no sound, poor
things; but you may know what they mean,
and what they think about.
Do butterflies think ? Io they feel
badly because they cannot sing, nor buzz,
nor chirp, nor hum ? Tell them I am sorry.
Do they have any nests anywhere ? Do
they lay eggs ? How big are their eggs?
Do bees lay eggs? Do you have any little
bee-children ? Do they buzz? Do they
have to learn how to buzz, or do they know
themselves ?
Perhaps you are telling each other of
fields of clover you have found, or of apple
blossoms, roses, heliotrope, syringa and say-
ing which kinds make the sweetest honey.
Let me tell you that over my window runs
a sweet-scented honeysuckle, all in bloom.

The humming-birds come there, and the
bumblebees, and now and then a wasp flies

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If I could only understand buzz-talk, then
I should know what you are saing.
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Are you friends with the wasps? and are
the bumblebees your cousins?
If I could only understand buzz-talk, then
I should know what you are saying.

Rooster. (On a big stone.) As you all
have your mouths open, I suppose you wish
to learn to crow. Very well, stand in a row,
and learn to crow. It is time you should
learn to crow. If you do not learn to crow
you will never make a noise in the world.
Think of all the roosters you know and say
if there is one who cannot crow. I mean,
of course, the grown up roosters. Very
soon you will be grown up roosters and if
you shall then be unable. to crow, what will
you do? One might as well not be a
rooster at all as not to be able to crow! How
would your hens know when to get up in
the morning if you could not crow and wake
them? How would people know that you
yourselves were awake ? How could you
answer other roosters when they crowed to
you from other barn yards ? How badly the
people would feel to lose the music you
would furnish by your crowing! And our
family are said to have a remarkably sweet
crow! Now then. Look at me! Begin,
Coc/-a-doodle-doo Do you hear that?. If you
hear it, why don't you crow it ? Hark! I'll do

it again, Cock-a-doodle-doo Cock-a-doodle
do-o-o-o Ah! There comes your mother.
Mrs. Hen, your children open their mouths,
but do not crow.
Hen. Mr. Rooster, my children's mouths
are open for food, and not to crow.
Rooster. If that is so Mrs. Hen, then I
will go, Mrs. Hen.
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good thing if you would go to some soft
place and scratch for worms. I do my best,
but with five mouths to feed, one pair of
claws is hardly enough.
I have too much to do.
Oh if you only knew
How much I have to do !

If the boys drew the sled,
And the dogs had the ride,
If the boys watched outdoors,
And the dogs stayed inside,
How funny wouldd be!

If dogs wore the clothes,
And the boys wore none,
If dogs ate the meat,
And boys had the bone,
How funny wouldd be!

If dogs whistled to boys,
And boys came at their call;
If dogs studied the lessons,
And boys none at all,
How funny wouldd be!

If boys barked like dogs,
And dogs talked like boys
If boys were the dogs
And dogs were the boys,
How funny wouldd be!


There was once a little city girl named
Katrina. She and her mother lived in one
room of an old tenement house in a dark
dismal street; a desolate room; no carpet,
no pictures, no sunshine. The women were
"noisy and quarrelsome, the boys and girls
fought each other constantly, and talked bad
talk. Katrina's mother was too sick to
work, and all the money they had was earned
by Katrina in selling oranges and apples on
the street. The street she liked best was
one which had in the middle a small grass
plot fenced about with an iron fence. She
often stood looking through this fence at the
grass and at the few clover blossoms which
grew among it. One hot dusty day she put
her hand through and plucked a clover blos-
som to carry to the little lame boy who lived
in the room next her mother's. The police-
man scolded her for this. A kind lady who
was passing stopped and asked her if she
would like to go with her to her home by the
sea, and stay a week, where there was plenty
of green grass. Oh, yes," said Katrina,
"if my mother is willing."




The lady talked with Katrina's mother
and quickly made her willing. She left her
money enough to last a week and paid the
little lame boy's mother to take care of her
through that week. The lady's home was by
the sea, but there were green fields all around
and woods and hills not far away. The
house was a summer house and had a wide
arched doorway, from which you could look
off upon the blue water, or back upon the
fields and meadows. The cars by which the
lady and Katrina travelled from the city took
them past miles and miles of woods and
fields. Katrina had not known there were
things so beautiful. In going from the cars
to the house she stopped continually to pick
daisies and buttercups. It seemed wonder-
ful that she could have as many as she
As they came near the house the lady
pointed to the arched doorway. Her dear
little baby was there with nurse and its
auntie, and the nurse was amusing baby
with a Jumping Jack.


The lady's house was called Seabrink cot-
tage. There were other cottages not far
off, and on the day after Katrina's arrival the
grown up people and boys and girls of these
cottages and of Seabrink cottage, went on a
sailing party; they went in carriages to the
place where sail-boats were kept, and stayed
there about an hour sitting on the rocks and
picking up shells. Katrina got her pocket
half full of little shells, pink ones and white
ones, to carry home to the little lame child.
Among the party was a boy who lived at the
mountains and who had never before been to
the sea-shore. This boy thought he would dig
some clams. He got a shovel, and began to
dig, and very soon found a clam, What is
that ? he asked of a boy near by. That
is a clam," said the other boy. Oh, no," said
the mountain boy. I have seen clams in
cans. They are small and soft. This is large
and hard." Clams are small and soft," said
the other boy, "but they live in shells, and the
shells are large and hard." I did not know
that," said the mountain boy.

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When the sail-boat was ready the whole
party went on board, sailed far off from
shore, caught some codfish, then sailed to a
beautiful island. On the island lived a man
who owned a shed. IThe shed had a stove
in it, and the stove had kettles. The stove
pipe ran through the shed window, and the
smoke went through the stovepipe. The
man let our party have his shed and his
stove, and his kettles, and his dishes; the
ladies of the party, assisted by the gentle-
men, made a good fish-chowder, and this good
fish-chowder was passed round to the people
as they sat upon rocks, looking forth upon
the sea. On their way home from the Is-
land they sang songs and told stories. They
passed a fine ship at anchor, and gave three
cheers for the sailors on board, and the sail-
ors gave them three cheers in return. They
went ashore from the sail-boat in a small
skiff-boat, as the sail-boat would not float
close to the land with so many on board.
Afterwards all the people took hold by a
rope and pulled the sail-boat nearer.

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Every day Katrina went out into the
fields. She liked to lie right down among
the tall grass, and feel it cool upon her
cheeks, and smell the earth, and look up at
the sky, and to see the daisies and grass
blossoms nodding above her head, and listen
to the various sounds of birds, bees, and
grasshoppers; all these things were so beau-
tiful to a child coming from the dusty
city !
It seemed to her that every hour was more
delightful than the one before it. One after-
noon she went with the lady, and auntie, and
some others to a place owned by a gentle-
man; a place adorned by many fine trees,
as well as by blossoming shrubs and brilliant
flower gardens. It had also a lake, and in
this lake were tame swans, and the swans
swam close in among the rocks. There were
boats with awnings, and while some of the
party stayed on shore with the swans, others
went off in the boats. Katrina did both,
and, oh, what happiness for the poor little
city child !


Now this is something curious. The day
after the swan party, both the lady and
auntie noticed that Katrina looked quite
sober. Perhaps she is not feeling well,"
said auntie. "We will ask her," said the
lady. When Katrina came in, they found by
asking, that she was thinking of a little city
girl named Lucia, and wishing that she too,
might come to that pleasant place. Lucia's
father made her stand all day on the corner
by the little fenced in green spot, in the city
selling chestnuts and peanuts, and he spent
some of the money for rum to drink, and
if she did not get much money he beat
Does she stand on the corner very near
that fenced in green spot ? asked auntie.
Yes, ma'am ; said Katrina.
How very curious! said auntie. One
snowy day last winter I saw that little girl
and made a sketch of her, just as she stood,
wrapping her shawl tight about her."
Auntie brought the picture and Katrina
said it looked exactly like Lucia.

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The lady and auntie both thought it
would be pleasant to have Lucia come for a
few days and the next thing was to write her
a letter.
Katrina said she could not write, but she
would print a letter to Lucia, as Lucia would
then know for certain that she was asked to
come among friends. The children of the
family were eager that Lucia should come
and told Katrina many things to put in the
letter. A little girl of the family sat close
to her and whispered softly:
Tell her-I will love her."
A boy of the family said, Do be sure
and tell her about the row-boat."
And little three-year-old Tommy, not quite
knowing what was going on, held his chin
above the table and said:
Tell I've dot a wockin' horse !"
A gentleman who was going to the city in
the morning, took the letter, and took also
some money to Lucia's family, and Lucia
came back with him at night, all in time for
the next day's woods-party.

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A woods party! How Katrina and Lucia
enjoyed it! What happiness for these poor
city children to sit upon the soft green moss,
under tall trees, to breathe the woods air, to
smell woods fragrance, to wander here and
there, gathering wild flowers At the foot
of the hill a little brook ran tinkling past,
and plenty of wild flowers grew by this
Some of the girls got leaves and made
them into wreaths, and some trimmed
their hats with these wreaths. Katrina had
no idea that there were leaves of so many
different shapes. She tried to find one of
each shape to take home to the little lame
She got the long and scalloped oak leaf,
the short and scalloped maple leaf, the
pointed wild-cherry leaf, the needle-shaped
pine leaf, and the slender narrow grass leaf.
Tommy ran about bareheaded, among the
trees, capering and shouting. There were
two children there whom he liked very
much. I will tell you why.

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The boy and girl had spoken pleasantly
to Tommy. That was it, exactly. Tommy
followed this boy and girl all about, first to
the place where the songs were, then to the
place where the band of music was playing,
then to other places, and Katrina had enough
to do in following Tommy. The boy and
girl, just for fun, kept hiding to see if
Tommy could find them. They hid in a
building which was near the place where the
band of music was playing, they hid in a
shed which belonged to the building which
was near the place where the band of music
was playing, and the boy even hid in a hogs-
head which was behind the shed which be-
longed to the building which was near the
place where the band of music was play-
Tommy peeped through the bunghole and
found him. At last they hid in a tree-parlor,
a wooden tree-parlor, built high in a tree
with steps leading up to it. But the first
thing they knew there was Tommy smiling
at them, and climbing up the steps.



That tree-parlor was a delightful place.
You could there have your head close in
among the cool green leaves, and from the
railing a spry boy could swing himself to the
branches and then climb up, up, up, almost
to the tip-top.
Katrina and Lucia had followed Tommy
into the tree-parlor, and while standing there
they all heard a distant sound of singing.
It came nearer and nearer. Now it ceased,
now it began again. It was the sound of
girls' voices, ringing out sweet and clear
among the trees. Presently came in sight a
procession of girls. They belonged to the
F. C. B. school, and they had been gathering
wild flowers to send to children who were
sick in a city hospital. Some of them car-
ried green boughs, and some were decked in
garlands of flowers. In passing near the
tree they began the song,
Oh how I love the woods! "
Katrina and Lucia were so earnestly
watching the singers that they did not notice
"Tommy creeping down the steps.

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Others had come up into the tree-parlor,
and all were watching the procession as it
passed out of sight, keeping very still in
order to catch the last faint notes of the
music. Suddenly there came a different
sound from another direction; a long, loud,
sharp, Hoo oo- oo oo It came
again. "That is Tommy's voice," said
Katrina. I have heard him make that
very same sound." Katrina, Lucia and the
others went down the steps and towards the
place whence the sound had seemed to come,
which was the shed. I see nothing there
but a hogshead," said one." There's a cat
by the hogshead." said another, "and I think
she acts as if there were something strange
in the hogshead." Just at that moment two
small hands were placed on the rim of the
hogshead, and a curly head bobbed up and
down. Tommy had climbed into the hogs-
head and he could not get out. He could
only pull himself up by his hands and call,
" Hoo oo oo oo oo through the



The party went home as they came, in a
large hay-wagon, only that in going home
they fastened green boughs along the sides,
and of course in going from the woods,
people would have their hats and bonnets
trimmed with leaves. A curious little inci-
dent happened on the way. As they were
passing a lonely cottage, three children
rushed out, crying, oh, dear It is gone
oh, dear!"
These children had opened the birdcage.
The bird flew out of the cage and out of
the house to the roadside and began to
pick the ground.
The hay-wagon party stopped their
Suddenly a barefoot boy jumped over a
fence, took off his hat, and tried to clap it
over the bird.
But the bird was too quick for him. It flew
into a field, and the hay-wagon party never
knew if it ever came back to its cage.
There is no time to tell of all the pleas-

ures Lucia and Katrina enjoyed in the coun-
try. It can only be told, now, that Katrina
carried back to the little lame boy, shells,




pebbles, pictures, pressed flowers, leaves and
grasses, and that they amused him in many
of his lonely hours.

Oliver had one thought. He had more
thoughts than one, but he thought this
thought more than any other. He thought
it when he lay down at night, and when he
opened his eyes in the morning, and many
times during the day.
The thought was- How I wish I could
earn money to keep my mother from work-
ing so hard!
The way, the way, the way!
This was what he did not know,
But he kept the thought in mind, and one
day in walking through the street, he picked
"up some long strips of willow which had
been dropped in the doorway of a building.
They seemed to belong inside. He carried
them in, and there he found some boys cov-
ering jugs and bottles with basket work
made of such strips.
Oliver got some of this work to do, and
after that instead of thinking I wish I could,
he thought, I can.
But this second thought could never have
come had he not thought so earnestly the
first thought.

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Mr. Bangs, Mrs. Bangs and their three
children lived upon an island surrounded by
No other persons lived there.
One of their children was a baby. As
Mrs. Bangs did not like animals they kept
no animals except a few hens, a cow, and a
One day some young fellows came to
the island in a boat, and for the sake of mis-
chief put the cow in their boat, carried her
to a very small rocky island and left her
No one lived on that rocky island.
When it came milking time that night, Mr.
Bangs could not find the cow.
The baby crying for milk, and no cow!
That baby cried nearly all night.
It would not take sweetened water; it
would not take gruel.
At sunrise, Mr. Bangs, his boy and girl
went to look for the cow, and Mrs. Bangs
drew the baby out-doors round and round
the house till at last it fell asleep.

Mrs. Bangs then went in to prepare
Suddenly she heard the rooster crow close
by. He'll wake that baby!" cried Mrs.


Bangs, and ran to the door, where she saw
not only the rooster, but a cat jumping at
the rooster. The baby was staring at the

"A cat!" cried Mrs. Bangs. A cat on
this island! "
Just then Mr. Bangs came towards the
house with his boy and girl.
We haven't found the cow," said Mr.
"She has turned into a cat!" said Mrs.
"A cat!" cried Mr. Bangs and his boy
and girl.
Don't you see her? asked Mrs. Bangs.
To be sure that is a cat," said MIr.
"And she has a ribbon," said the girl.
"Perhaps her owner's name is on the
ribbon," said the boy.
There was no name on the ribbon. As
they were looking at it a fisherman came up.
" That is my little girl's cat," said he. It fol-
lowed me into the boat. I have been off fish-
ing, and I came ashore here to beg a drink
of milk."
We have lost our cow," said Mr. Bangs.

" How she could get off this island we don't
Was she a red cow with large white
spots? asked the fisherman.
She was," said Mr. Bangs.
I saw such a cow on Rocky Island," said
the fisherman.

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It must be my cow," said Mr. Bangs.
The fisherman went with Mr. Bangs to
get the cow. As the boat was small, Mr.
Bangs held the cow's head on the edge of
the boat, and made her swim.


Oh yes, I can reach up. Now I will sing
my songs:

Down yonder red lane there lives an old
There he sits in his hole, boys, a smacking
his chops.
Shall we go catch him ? Shall we go catch
him ?
Shall we go catch him? yes, boys if you

"Tis down the red lane, and'tis down the red
Oh we'll merrily hunt the fox down the red
Boney bone bone! Oh, boney bone bone!
Where is the dog with the marrow bone ?

Now this one:

Little Johnny Jincunjag, he had a great
white nag,
And he thought he'd go a riding.
He had a cloak, the color of smoke,

All buttoned up under his chin,
He had a feather, to meet the weather,
And he said,
"Let little John Jincunjag in!

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Come in come in come in !
Let little John Jincunjag in !"
Some day I will sing, John Dobbin."

Jack. I mean to catch a mackerel. What
are you going to catch, Nellie?
Nellie. I'm going to catch an oyster.
Jack. Oh N,,llie! you can't catch an oyster !
Nellie. Why ? Do they run fast?
7ack. Oh no. They don't run. But they
won't bite.
Nellie. Won't oysters bite ?
7ack. Oh no; they won't bite.
Nellie. Sure, certainly true ?
7ack. Sure, certainly true.
Nellie. If it won't bite me I should like
to catch one.
Jack. I mean they won't bite the hook
and be pulled out.
Nellie. Would a whale bite a hook? If
it will I will catch a whale.
Jack. Nellie! you could not lift a whale !
Nellie. Then you would help me.
Jack. Both of us could not.
Nellie. Then Benny might take hold.
Jack. All three of us could not. Why
Nellie, a whale is bigger than a cow!
Nellie. Is it bigger than two cows ?
Jack. Yes, indeed!

Nellie. Bigger than three ?
7ack. Yes, bigger than ten or twenty!
Nellie. Oh Jack! not twenty.
Jack. Yes, we could sit in his mouth.
Nellie. Could we get out again ?

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Jack. If he did not swallow us.
Nellie. Could he swallow both of us ?
Jack. As quick as a wink.
Nellie. And the fishing poles too ?
7ack. I I don't I'll ask the teacher.

Now auntie, I will be the papa and you
be my little girl. I shall take a ride to Bos-
ton. Good-bye, little girl, papa will come
back pretty soon and bring little girl a doll.
Get up old horse. Ridey ride, ridey ride,
ridey ride, ridey ride. Now I've come to
Boston. How do you do, Mr. Storekeeper?
Any dolls in your store ? Hundred dollars.
Now we go back home. Get up, old horse!
Get up! Ridey ride, ridey ride, ridey ride,
ridey ride. Stop! old Jack-horse wants to
drink. Here, Jack horse, drink some water!
Now we go again. Ridey ride, ridey ride,
ridey ride. How do you do, little girl?
Papa has come back. Put your dolly in
a drawer. Now I am going again, little
girl. What candy is not g. .,d for little girls. I will go
to grandpa's house and bring you a g-r-e-a-t
piece of grandma's gingerbread. Get up,
old horse I'm going to gallop. Run out of
the way children and little dogs. You will
get run over. How do ', 0 do grandma?
Will you send my little g;l.S piece of gin-
gerbread ? Thank you. Ridey ride, and

ride, and ride. Here little girl. Don't eat
it all. Give some to other little girls. Now
I shall ride to Boston to buy my little girl a
picture book. Good bye, little girl! Don't
cry! Papa will come back pretty soon.
Here we go to Boston. Ta gallop-ta
gallop--ta gallop! whoa! whoa! Here is

the Picture-Book-Man. Mr. Picture-Book-
Man, I want a picture book for my little
girl. Twenty hundred pictures. Very
many stories. Now we go back, gallop -
ta gallop ta,, gallop! Here little girl;
here is a picture book with twenty hundred
pictures. Very* many st4'ri,:.

I'm going to be a grandma,
And stay in grandma's chair.
Oh won't she laugh when she comes home,
And finds me sitting there ?

I'll rummage in the garret,
And fetch her old black bonnet,
Which has a ruffle round the edge,
And bows of ribbon on it.

And then her old black dress,
If ever I can find it,
With oh, what funny, funny sleeves !
And buttons put behind it.

And when all these are on me,
Then I will take my seat,
In grandma's two-armed rocking chair,
With her cricket at my feet.

- Now don't I look like grandma ?
I'll sit up very straight.

Hark There she comes I hear, I hear
The clicking of the gate !


Perhaps she'll think I'm company,
Come in to spend the day,
Oh, won't she laugh when she finds out
'Tis only Nellie May?

Bessy took her dolly, crept into bed, shut
her eyes, and in a dream went off to Cat-
There she saw her own cat Milk-
weed -dressed in a fine shawl and hat,
rocking a mouse to sleep, and singing a
cradle song.
The hat was of the kind called dress
Why are you here? asked Bessie. I
thought you were asleep on the rug."
"Cats always come to Cat-land in their
sleep," said Milkweed, "but don't talk loud,
I wish Mouse to have his nap."
Is Mouse your child ? asked Bessie.
He is my dream-child," said Milk-
Why do you keep your things on in the
house ? asked Bessie.
I am going out," said Milkweed. Mouse
sometimes frets and squeals and bawls and
snarls, and I am going to ask Aunt Tabby
how I shall punish him."
May I go with you ?" asked Bessie.

As far as the house," said Milkweed, but
do not go in. Aunt Tabby hates girls and
dolls. She might hurt you. But be quiet,
now. I must go on with my song.

Rockery, byery, mew, mew, mew.
Furrery, purrery, shoo, shoo, shoo.


Whiskery, smellery, ears turned down.
Pawsery, clawsery over the town.
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Songery, tailery, bird in a tree.
Corner, cheesery, quee, quee, quee."

Bessie peeped in through the door crack.
Aunt Tabby, dressed in cap and ruffle, sat
in her arm chair knitting. Good morning,
Aunt Tabby," said Milkweed. Good morn-
ing," said Aunt Tabby, sternly. I have
come to ask your advice," said Milkweed.
Very well; ask it," said Aunt Tabby, look-
ing over her spectacles. Please what shall
I do to make Mouse behave properly?
He frets and squeals and bawls and
snarls," said Milkweed. Does anybody
like to hear him ?" asked Aunt Tabby.
Nobody, no," said Milkweed. Punish
him," said Aunt Tabby. How? asked
Milkweed. Do you see your grandfather's
picture on the wall ? asked Aunt Tabby.
Yes ma'am," said Milkweed. He knew
how to punish bad children," said Aunt Tab-
by. "What did he do with them" asked
Milkweed. "' Shut them up in a hot oven,"
said Aunt Tabby. How hot?" asked
Milkweed. Oh, about pokery hot," said
Aunt Tabby. What shall I do if he
cries ? asked Milkweed.

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" Sing him this song," said Aunt Tabby.
" Oh, Tatty, tilty, titty, tatty, tit.
Batty bitty, bitty batty, bit !
Who are bit ? All, says kit.

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All bit, kit? All, says kit.
Oh, Patty, pitty, pitty patty, pit!
Who likes to hear him,
When he does so?
Nobody likes to. Nobody. No."

Can I stay to dinner with you ? asked
Yes," said Milkweed, "but it is not a
dinner, it is a Kettledrum. You will have
to hold your dolly, as Mouse must use the
high chair. He will surely be good, for I
have told him what Aunt Tabby said. You
may amuse him till you are called to
Bessie amused him by singing the song of
Tatty, titty, which made him laugh till he
squealed and rolled over and over.
Come now," said Milkweed. I keep on
my hat. It is a dress hat, and dress hats
are kept on at kettledrums. I will carve
and you may pour out. Mouse, my dear, I
am pleased that you behave so properly at
table. After we have eaten our ice cream,
I will sing you a beautiful new song called,
Tatty, titty."
These two words sent Mouse into fits of
laughter. He wriggled, giggled, squealed,
upset dishes, and when reproved he began
to fret, squeal, bawl and snarl.

Leave the table at once!" said Milk-
weed, sternly.
He couldn't help it," said Bessie. I
sang him Tatty, titty."

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At the mention of Tatty, titty, Mouse went
heels over head to keep himself from laugh-
ing, and squeaked and squealed all the way
out of the room.

Milkweed removed her hat, called Mouse
to the kitchen, and opened the oven door.
" Walk in here," she said. Mouse kept her
Please may I come in ? asked Bessy.
No," said Milkweed. I must deal
with him alone. Mouse, walk this way."
It is too hot," said Mouse.
Come !" said Milkweed.
It will bake me," said Mouse.
Must I speak again ? asked Milkweed;
and she went to seize him. Mouse slipped
under her paw, rolled heels over head across
the room, and sprang into Bessy's arms and
Bessy began to cry, and in crying, she
waked up. Her mother stood near.
"Why Besssy!" said she. "What have
you been dreaming ? "
Bessy told her dream.
The family were very much amused with
Bessy's dream.
Her grown-up sister learned the songs,
and sometimes, after Bessie or some of the
other children had done things which were

very much like snarling, fretting, squealing or
bawling, this sister would sing a line or two
from the songs, say, whiskery, smellery," or


" clawsery, pawsery," or Tatty titty," al-
ways ending with,
" Who likes to hear them when they do so?
Nobody likes to, Nobody. No."

Hark, to the little sweeping girl!
The busy little sweeping girl!
This is her song as she passes by:
Oh, ladies look down from your windows,
Do you want any help ? any help, to-day ?
Rooms to sweep ? Have you any rooms
to sweep? stairs ? any stairs ? front stairs?
back stairs ? cellar stairs ? attic stairs ?
carpets? any carpets? rag carpets? stair
carpets ? hemp carpets ? oil cloth carpets ?
cork carpets? Brussels, Venetian, Axmin-
ster, Tapestry? two-ply? three-ply?
Here's your little sweeper,
No help was ever cheaper.
For a penny or two,
Heaps of work I will do.
Brush down cobwebs, brush up lint,
threads, sand, bits of paper,

And every such thing I can find,
Leaving scarcely a dust-speck behind.
Here I am then, ready for your call,
Big broom, little broom, dustpan and all.

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Mal). I was the child of a poor woman.
One day a lady gave her a lily; a large
white lily growing on its slender stalk.
Mabel hastened home to show it to her
mother and to put it in water. They had
no vase, but she found a milk pitcher and
put the lily in that and set the pitcher on a
table. There was an old torn book on the
table. This must not stay near my beauti.
ful lily," said she, and took the book away.
In like manner she removed a soiled ribbon,
a torn glove, a broken cup, some scraps of
old paper, and other unsightly things, till at
last there was left near the lily nothing
which was soiled or ugly. This makes me
remember what I once saw in the country.
Half a dozen little girls while playing to-
gether got into a quarrel, called each other
names and showed ill temper. After this
had lasted some time, a pleasant faced child
came among them, spoke pleasantly to them
all, and would not be made cross by any-
thing they said. Presently I noticed that
the quarrelling had stopped. Cross words,
and ugly looks had to give way in the pres-

ence of the gentle child, just as all un-
beautiful things had to be removed from the
presence of the beautiful lily,

"A picture without a story,' said Frank.
" We shall.have to make the story ourselves.
What are the girls doing ? "It is plain to
me," said Rosa, that they went a voyage in
a ship and were shipwrecked in a high wind,
and cast ashore on a rocky island. They
are making a fire to warm themselves by."
" But would they not have some outside
things on," asked Betty. Oh, no," said
Rosa. The high wind blew those off of
them. The wind is still blowing and that
is why the girls are behind that piece of wall.
The wall is part of a hut which some ship-
wrecked sailors built there long before."
" It is strange there are no grown up people
with these girls," said Frank. The grown
people have been cast ashore on another
part of the island," said Rosa. "That girl on
the left looks anxiously off into the distance,
hoping to see some one coming. The girl
on the right appears quite sad. The mid-
dle one keeps the fire going. I don't know
whether that box was washed ashore with
the girls or was left there by those sail.


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Here we go. up, u, up.
This is a story of a girl who found what
she was not looking for.
It will begin at the beginning.
Once there was a girl, though it
might just as well begin, once there was
a cooky, for the cooky was at the begin-
ning, as well as the girl. This will do :
There was once a girl and a cooky. The
girl was in one place and the cooky in another
and the girl wished to be in the same place
with the cooky, but she did not know where
that place was.
The cooky had been put away for her
lunch, and she wished to find it and hold
it in her hand till lunch time. It is a
very pleasant thing to hold a cooky in the
The girl remembered that sometimes
things were put upon the upper shelf. She
remembered a red apple which had been
given her from the upper shelf; also a

bun with a plum in it. The shelf was high,
but she thought a chair might be pushed
to the closet and a girl might stand on the


back of the chair and so reach the upper
shelf, and feel around among the dishes there.
She tried this way, and went up, up, up.

Here we go down, down, downy.
Part second will give a particular account
of what happened next.
This girl, in trying to put her hand where
the cooky might be, moved a tin pail which
stood near the edge of the shelf, and moved
it nearer the edge, so near that it went over
and down, frightening the girl, who also
went over and down, and at the same
time other things went over and down,
plates, pitchers, pots, pans, platters, and
There was milk in the pail, and although
the girl was not looking for milk she
found it.
The people in the house hearing the
noise, came in haste, and when they saw
where the girl was, and where the chair
was, and where the milk was, and where
the plates, pitchers, pots, pans, platters
and knives were, and that the girl was not
hurt much, there was a good deal of
laughing, and the girl's brother sang:

Before you go up, up, up,
Have a plan, if you can,
By which to come down, down, downy.


For 'tis better if you can
If you can, to have a plan.
To have a plan is better than,
Is better than, without a plan,
Without a plan, to come down, downy.

Why do you like March, children ? the
cold, bleak, blowy month of March ?
Oh, auntie said Philip, don't you see
this beautiful slosh ? The snow melts and
makes beautiful slosh, and we can put on
our rubber boots and just wade, wade, wade!
Oh, I tell you 'tis fun "
I have no rubber boots," said Ethel,
" but I can wade, some, and I like it."
And then we boys can make flows," said
Philip. The snow melts and runs in the
gutters, and we take sticks and stones and
imud, and dam up the water and make it
make a pond, of itself, for you know the
dam is built right across the gutter. Then
we put chip boats in the pond, and then we
all shout, Hurrah! Hurrah! and break the
dam, and away goes the water with all the
chip boats whirling along. Oh,'tis fun!"
And some flowers come in March," said
Ethel, no matter if it is cold, the crocuses
and snow drops put their heads up."
That is true," said auntie, and though
I have no rubber boots to wade with, I do
love the March flowers, for they come to

comfort us when we can have no others."
"I like March," said cousin Prue, be-
cause then the Procession begins to form."
The procession ? asked Ethel.
Yes," said cousin Prue, the procession

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of the flowers. It is led by the crocuses
and snow drops. After them come in order
the violets, anemones, dandelions, buttercups,
daisies, clover, wild-roses, asters, and golden-
rod. A long procession.

The month beautiful other months are
beautiful, but this is more beautiful. I will
tell you why.
You know, I suppose, that all the grass
of all the meadows, waysides, and hills; all
the trees, shrubbery, garden plants, as well
as the wheat, rye and barley of the grain
fields, are green. Greenness is everywhere
Now in June this is fresh and bright.
Insects have not had time to spoil the
leaves; the summer sun has not scorched
them; the summer dust has not settled upon
Also, at this early time of year, when the
verdure is young and tender, it shows many
different shades of green.
Look out of the window and count, if you
can, the different shades of green in woods,
fields, orchards, and gardens.
Then, too, in June comes the abundance
of flowers. May brought us some, but in
June they burst upon us in full array. The
fields are all a-bloom with them. You can
lie down there and be covered with them,

and if you lie a long time, very still, a bird
may come and sing his song right over your
head; for June is a joyous month to the
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June. If you get up at sunrise on the
twenty-first of June, and go to bed at
sunset, you will have fifteen hours to play,
or to work in; unless you should stop to
eat something.

One July, when I was a little girl," said
Aunt Rhoda, I made a visit to my grand-
father's in the country, and had a delightful
time. The most delightful part of all was
"going barefoot. The children there all went
barefoot, and right glad was I to be rid of
my shoes and stockings, and feel upon my
bare feet the touch of the damp earth, and
of the cool grass. The stubble in the field
where the grass had been mown was not
pleasant walking at first, but I became used
to that, and was eager to rake hay with the
other children. We made houses in the
hay cocks, and played live in them and go
to see each other. Grandmother gave us
seed-cakes and sweetened water for our tea-
parties. The sweetened water was in a flat
glass bottle which had on one side the figure
of a bird. When the bottle was passed
around we each took two swallows. The
sweetened water had plenty of molasses in
it. Sometimes grandfather took us on the
pond in a boat, to get pond lilies.
There were whole fleets of them float-
ing on the water, and they looked like

fleets of tiny white boats. The stems
reached to the mud at the bottom, and were
almost as long as I was. But you had to
strip up your sleeve and take hold of the
stem low down in the water, or else you



might break it off short. I should like to
be to-day in that same country home, going
barefoot, raking hay, playing house in the
hay-cocks, and gathering pond lilies."

The children coaxed Uncle Thomas to
tell them a story beginning, Once upon a
Once upon a time," said Uncle Thomas,
" I was a selfish little boy."
Oh, we don't believe that!" cried the
Listen and you will hear," said Uncle
I had been given forty torpedoes for the
Fourth of July. Two other small boys were
going to get up by daylight, oh, long before
grown people should be up, and fire off tor-
pedoes, and one of these small boys prom-
ised to wake me by pulling a string. The
string was to be tied to my arm and let down
from a window near my bed. After my
oldest brother was in bed I crept to his room
and persuaded him to tie the string to my
arm. Now in the night, the open window
fell and shut down upon the string, so that
when the small boy pulled it, I did not feel
it, but slept on, and on, and on, till breakfast
time. After breakfast I went out with my
forty torpedoes. The two other small boys

had used up theirs. I took my forty tor-
pedoes to a large rock. The two small
boys went with me. I began to throw my
torpedoes against the rock, the two small
boys standing by. They looked longingly

up in my face, and at the torpedoes, watched
each one of the torpedoes as it struck the
rock, but said not a word. I knew how
they longed for them, but not one did I
give them.

Baby Freddy, do you see that Daddy
Longlegs ? Eight legs If Freddy had
eight legs, Oh, what should we do with
him? He goes fast enough with two, and
with eight, who would ever be able to catch
him? And he would go sideways, and
backwards, and forwards, and be all over
the room in a wink To be sure, if he
should grow a big boy, eight legs would
come handy in playing base ball; but think
of the shoes and stockings Four pairs of
shoes and of stockings to put on and take
off every day! Put on and take off, did I
say? But think of the buying Four pairs
of shoes from the shoe store at a time!
Buying did I say? But think of the knit-
ting! I doubt if grandmother would be
willing to knit stockings enough for Freddy
to wear four pairs at a time Knitting, did
I say? But think of the darning! Could
mamma do the darning of stockings likely
to come through the knees four pairs at a
time? And I am not sure but that Daddy
Longlegs have two knees to each leg. Let
us look closely and see.

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