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LITTLE FOLKS SERIES.
CASSELL & COMPANY, Limited,
NEW YORK, LONDON & PARIS.
NEW YORK, LONDON &r PARIS.
BY 0. M. DUNHAM
PRESS OF W. L. MERSHON & CO.,
RAHWAY, N. J.
F mother must go away, what a good
thing it is that there is Nurse Trusty
to leave at home with Baby.
Who is Nurse Trusty, do you ask? Why,
the dog, to be sure, who will let no harm she
can help come near the house, or Baby lying
in her cradle, or Spot, her own little baby
See them there : Baby in her cradle, shak-
ing a bone that she has taken away from
Trusty, and knocking it against the side of
her little bed, singing lustily the while; Trus-
ty rocking the cradle to and fro-what a
squeaking and creaking it keeps up on the
boards-and little Spot, yelping and howling,
not because he is unhappy or in pain, but just
to add his share to all the cheerful din.
And when mother comes home shortly,
how Spot will rush at her and jump up on
her dress, and the Baby will laugh and crow
and hold out her little hands, while Trusty
will stand proudly by and wait for her ap-
proving look and word.
Or may be she will come in to find Spot
curled up in the sun asleep, and the Baby
sleeping too in her warm bed, and the creak-
ing of the cradle still, and good Trusty keep-
ing faithful watch, giving only a soft tap with
her tail upon the floor to bid her mistress
welcome, and warn her, Do not wake Baby
and my little Spot.
ROB, ROLY, AND RICK.
ATHER and mother must go to the
SAnd carry big basket and sack,
Full seven miles up and seven miles down,
And all in the dark to come back.
They stood on the threshold in fear and in
Their children so lonesome to leave.
" No stranger may enter, nor may you go
They said, till you greet us at eve."
Then Rob, he promised to guard all the place,
And Roly his help should be;
Little Rick stepped forth, with a glow on his
I'm as bold as any cried he.
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Rob, Roly, and Rick.
Both father and mother felt comforted then,
And their parting kisses came quick;
The house must be safe with such brave
As Rob and Roly and Rick!
But now were the children too blithe for fear
As they marched through the narrow
Rob at the head and bold Rick at the rear,
And their weapons were three worn
At noon came a moment for dire alarms
When a tramp afar they saw,
And they stood all together and shouldered
But he never came near the door !
At last, in the porch a cry of despair
Straight hushed their sport so glad.
A poor mother stood with her children there,
All hungry, weary, and sad!
Rob, Roly, and Rick.
The boys to that sorrowful mother said,
We may not bid you stay,
But we fain would give you our love and our
And wipe all your tears away."
Then the food on the cupboard shelf set by
For their dinner and supper they gave;
" May this meat," said Rob, with a tear in
Your children from hunger save!"
The poor mother went with her children
Less hungry and weary and cold;
To some wayfarer down in the vale, may be,
Of the timely aid she told.
No more was the creaking door unswung,
Nor voices were heard again;
The fagots burnt out, and the window was
With the web of drizzling rain.
Rob, Roly, and Rick.
O'er the common a wild goose shrieked for-
And two ravens croaked together;
A goat came and knocked at the door with
And fled through the soddened heather
Then only the wind moaned now and then,
And the old clock went tick, tick,
And a sigh came twice from two merry men,
And a real loud sob from Rick.
And at last they neither stirred nor spoke,
For they slept on the sanded floor,
Nor saw how a child in a little red cloak
Stood watching them at the door.
A moment she stayed, then the table she
With store from some pleasant home,
Of crimson-cheeked apples and fine wheaten
And of golden honeycomb.
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Rob, Roly, and Rick.
See a log she takes from her basket besides,
And the log she sets aflame;
Then she lifts the latch, and away she glides
As quietly as she came.
Soon Rob started up in sheer surprise
The glittering feast to see;
And Roly sat up and rubbed his eyes,
But never a word said he.
And Rick rose, too, from his cold hard couch,
And laughed aloud in the gleam.
For they all were famished, and wondered
How food would taste in a dream.
Then these three merry men did their
With the feast that had come while they
But the daintiest morsels, the ruddiest fruit,
For father and mother they kept.
Rob, Roly, and Rick.
Now they found by the hearth both warmth
And their courage did bolder wax,
Till they sang when the crickets, in long-
Came dancing out of the cracks.
Father and mother came late to the door,
Ere the fagot had quite burnt low,
And basket and sack they brought brimming
For the days of drifting snow.
And the children stood by their mother, and
Of the feast so strangely spread,
And the sad ones pa1,is-ng so weary and cold,
And she pondered awhile and said:
My children, for care and for kindly thought
Let our thanks be said in love,
Since all that for good is purposed or wrought
Must come from our Father above !"
CAUGHT IN A SHOWER.
HEN Betsy and Bobby started out
from home the sky was as blue as
mother's stuff petticoat, and the sun
was shining as bright as the best copper ket-
It was just the day to take a walk across
the fields. They put their clean white
aprons on, and promised not to get them
soiled; and they buttoned on their shiny
shoes, and promised not to get them dusty.
But just as they started out from the cot-
tage a little cloud started up from behind it,
and began to run after them. See those
spick-and-span children down there," it chuck-
led, see if I don't catch 'em !"
The cloud grew bigger and bigger-if only
children could grow as fast! and all of a sud-
den there fell down on Betsy's head a great
big drop. Then another on Bobby's nose.
O my apron !" cried Betsy.
Caught in a Shower.
0 my shoes !" cried Bobby.
0 the rain !" they cried both together.
I must take care of Bobby," thought
good little Betsy, and she picked up a great
leaf and held it over his head. "It is as
good as an umbrella," she said.
But, oh, when they reached home what
drabbled and soaked little people they were !
By that time the naughty cloud had run
laughing away, and the sun was shining as if
it had had its face washed ; but the starch was
all gone from the clean white aprons, and the
shiny little shoes were a sad sight to behold!
TO A BIRD.
HE little bird upon the tree
i-- Has nothing now to say to me;
He does not meet me with a song,
But silent as I pass along,
He turns his head, as he would say,
It is too cold to sing to-day."
And I would say, but have no words
To talk with little bits of birds-
If you'll come round to-morrow morn,
When I give my young chicks their corn,
I'll put some seeds and crumbs of bread
For you upon the chickens' shed."
And perhaps you will. I'll look to see
If you are sitting in the tree ;
And if you are I will not stay,
But leave the crumbs and go away;
You'd think, if I stayed by the rail,
I'd salt to put upon your tail.
Little Folks at the Well.
And if you saw the cage I've bought,
I think you'd perhaps like to be caught;
But I've a bigger bird than you,
A colored one, a cockatoo.
So if you think you'd like the bread,
I'll leave it for you on the shed.
LITTLE FOLKS AT THE WELL.
CHARLIE and Minnie
Stand by the well;
I wonder what secret
They have to tell!
Is it a bird's nest
Charlie has seen?
Or a stray goosey-gander
Out on the green ?
Unhook that bucket,
Or down it may go!
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THE NEW UMBRELLA.
ARIAN'S mother had been to the
city, and when she came back she
brought Marian a present. It was
a Japanese umbrella, with gorgeous pictures
on it of ladies in red and green gowns drink-
Marian had never seen an umbrella like
this before, and she was very proud of it in-
deed. It is not a rain umbrella, you know,"
she said to her little playmate, Lucy Peters,
" but a sun umbrella. Seems to me the sun's
shining very bright now. Let's go and take
a walk under it."
So Lucy picked up her doll from the garden
bench, and she and Marian started out into
the fields for a walk under the new um-
It was a warm, bright day, as Marian had
said, and as they went along Lucy had a
great story to tell of how Rollo fell out of his
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cradle that morning, and bumped his head,
and how he had cried and fretted so that
mamma had felt quite worried, and at last had
sent for the doctor to come and see if any-
thing serious were the matter. Poor little
Rollo," said Lucy, "wasn't it hard for him,
But Marian did not answer. She had
caught sight of a strange lady walking along
the road beside the field. She will see my
new umbrella," thought this vain Marian,
"and will think we live in the city, and are
just visiting here."
Oh, what a silly thought! And the lady
was so busy, hurrying on her way, she never
noticed Marian and Lucy and the new um-
brella at all.
Marian felt quite disappointed. But pres-
ently a boy whom she knew came in sight.
" He will be surprised, I guess," she thought,
" to see the kind of umbrella I have."
But what do you suppose he did as he
came up? He stopped short, and stood look-
ing at Marian with round, staring eyes. Then
he puffed out his cheeks, and shouted:
The New Umbrella.
Hollo look at Marian Pratt.
Going to walk with a sunshade like that! "
And, will you believe it, the disagreeable
boy went on, singing that rhyme at the top
of his voice all down the road.
And this was the satisfaction Marian got
out of her new umbrella !
OH, 'tis nice to rock the cradle,
And to sing the lullaby,
Though you sometimes get uneasy
When the child begins to cry.
You may clasp one to your bosom,
And kiss its dimpled face;
But oh a half-a-dozen such
Would more than fill the place.
Dame Nature guides the senses,
While Providence owns the cause;
And then comes endless sorrows,
By neglecting Nature's laws.
HE children have been walking, and
Their feet are hot and tired. And now
here is this pretty little brook, looking
so cool and inviting. Off come the shoes
and stockings, and Margie and Dick step into
Let's play we are explorers," says Dick,
"stepping out of our ship and wading to the
shore. Let's discover the other bank."
No, let's play we are martyrs," says Mar-
gie. Once there was a girl in Scotland, and
her name was Margaret, just like me; and
they fastened her to a stake, and the tide
Oh, that's a horrid thing!" cries Dick;
"we won't play anything like that."
It isn't horrid at all," says Margie ; it's
grand. She wasn't afraid a bit, but just
stood still, and never screamed. I would
like to be like her."
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Well, I wouldn't," says Dick. Let's
play we are pearl-fishers going to dive for
Let's play we are a prince and princess,"
says Margie, and that our home is'way down
under the sea, and that we live in a beautiful
house made all of coral and gold."
Oh let's play-" begins Dick, but just at
that minute his foot slips on a stone, and
down he goes into the brook. And as he
goes he catches Margie by the arm, and
drags her down with him.
It is a very shallow little brook, so that
there is no danger of any real harm coming
to Margie and Dick ; but oh, what a wet little
brook it is they think, as they flounder about
in it, and try to get a footing once more on
the slippery stones.
Oh, pick me up, Margie!" cries Dick.
And Don't pull so on me, Dick!" cries
Margie ; and both feel very cross and speak
quite sharply to each other.
Just then who should come along but their
big brother, the biggest of all, who goes to
college, and is home just now on his vacation.
He laughs when he sees the children, and
scolds them, too, in the same breath. But
meanwhile he fishes them out of the wet,
uncomfortable little brook, and sets them on
dry land again, and bids them hurry home as
fast as they can, and get dried.
So two very wet little people, who are
neither explorers, nor martyrs, nor pearl-fish-
ers, nor princes, run home, to be dosed with
hot pepper-tea and wrapped up in blankets
and put to bed.
-.,- UT in the garden the sweet lilies were
I. shaking their silvery bells among
their broad green leaves. The air
was delicious with their perfume; people
stopped in the street to breathe it in.
By and by two little feet came pattering
down the walk and stopped by the lily bed.
" Sweet lilies," said a merry voice, I want a
whole big handful of you. Will you come
with me ? There is a poor sick girl over the
way, who cannot get out to see and smell
you, so you must be carried to her. You
will not mind being picked if you can make
the sick girl happy!"
The lilies drew a little closer behind their
broad leaves. They did not like to be picked
and taken away from their companions, and
carried, they knew not where. But the little
hands went in and out amorg them, and
picked the very fairest and sweetest of them
all. And when she had gathered a fragrant
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handful, she took them away from the garden
where they had always lived, across the street
which they had seen from a distance, through
the cool, dark hall of a large house, up to a
pretty room where lay the pale sick girl in
She had been lying there a long, long time.
The pretty lilies were just peeping out from
their green leaves when first she lay down
there. They had bloomed and perfumed all
the air, and had faded and died, and still she
lay there. All the sweet summer flowers had
bloomed: autumn had come and turned the
green leaves to crimson and gold; flowers
and leaves alike had died, and still she lay
And then the winter snows came and cov-
ered the garden, and the spring sun came
and melted the snow, and still the sick girl
lay on her bed. And now the lilies were
come again, and it was just a year.
The sick girl was thinking of this to-day,
when a faint, sweet breath came stealing in at
the door, a breath of lilies. And then she
looked up, glad and pleased, to see a little
child coming in with the flowers in her
The lilies had drooped when they left their
friends and crossed the dusty street; but when
the happy smile on the white face greeted
them they raised their heads, and gave out
their choicest perfume, glad to bring pleas-
ure to the suffering child.
THERE once was a man of Verona,
Who was of a monkey the owner;
He taught it to beg,
And stand on one leg,
Whilst the organ he played at Verona.
He traveled away then to Dover,
His monkey and organ brought over,
And made money so fast,
That before a year passed
He went home, and is living in clover.
THE FL OTER OUEEN CONCERT.
AM going to be the 'forget-me-not,'
so I shall be dressed all in blue, and
have a wreath of forget-me-nots on
my head," said Ella Chandler to her friend
It was hardly right for Ella to interrupt
Annie, who was practicing her music lesson.
Annie will make up the time she is losing,
and not count it a part of the hour her
mother has told her to practice.
Ella's head was so full of the Flower-
Queen Concert that was to be given at the
close of school that she could think of noth-
All of the girls are going to be in it,"
said Ella. Minnie Ray will be the lily, and
she will wear a white dress. Annie Brewster
will be the sun-flower; she is going to wear a
brown waist, and a yellow skirt cut all in
leaves just like a real sunflower. Alice Greg-
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ory is to be the pansy; she is going to have
a lilac dress all covered with pansies, and one
very large pansy for a hat. Some of the tini-
est girls are going to be sweet peas. They
will wear green dresses, and have pink and
white bonnets to look just like sweet-pea
What are you all going to do?" asked
Why we will choose the rose for queen,"
said Ella. And then each flower will stand
in front of her, and sing a song to her, and
we will lay our crowns at her feet."
Who is to be the rose ?" asked Annie.
Nellie Martin," said Ella. We all voted
to have her."
Is she going to be a white rose or a red
one?" asked Annie.
"A pink one; and she will be dressed in
pink silk, and have pink shoes on," said Ella.
At last all of the flowers' will join hands,
and circle around her, singing 'Hail to our
What will the queen do then ?"
She will hold her scepter of roses toward
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us, and tell us that she hopes each one of us
will try to do the best we can in our places,
and remember that we were sent to make
everybody in this world happy," answered
Ella. And then she will send us away."
I think I would like to go to the concert,"
Why don't you ask your mamma to let
you ?" said Ella.
Well, the day for the concert came, and
Annie had the pleasure of going as a reward
for being so faithful in practicing her music
for two hours every day.
A FIGHT WITH A LEOPARD.
HE leopard has not a pretty face to
look at, has he ? His mouth is rather
large, and his teeth are rather sharp;
and his eyes, what a wicked, hungry look they
I have caught you, and now I am going
to eat you," is what he is saying to Henry
"We'll see about that," says the man. I
know just where your heart is, and I think I
can stick my dagger into it. If so, I shall
have your skin to carry back to camp."
Henry Stanley was a soldier. He was such
"a brave man, that his general had given him
"a horse and asked him to go and take a mes-
sage to another camp several miles away.
He knew that he should have to pass through
dark woods where panthers, leopards, and
tigers roamed; and so he threw his gun over
his shoulder, and stuck his sharp sword into
A Fight with a Leopard.
After he had been riding for an hour or
two, and he had seen no live thing except lit-
tle birds hopping from limb to limb in the
trees, and he was just beginning to think that
he was going to get through the woods with-
out meeting any wild animals, his horse all at
once threw up his ears and gave a loud neigh,
and jumped so that he almost lost his seat in
He whipped his horse to make him go
faster, looking, as he did so, first to one side
and then the other; and saw, on the left, a
pair of green eyes glaring at him, and a leop-
ard moving rapidly toward him. He quickly
threw down his blanket ; the leopard sprung
at it, and while she was tearing it in pieces
he rushed his horse ahead.
In a few minutes the leopard was following
on. He threw out the food he had brought in
his knapsack. She stopped to eat it. Then
she dashed after the horse and his rider again.
At last she planted her strong claws in the
horse's flanks. Henry Stanley threw himself
off the horse, and ran ahead as fast as he
could. It was not long before the leopard
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was after him, smelling his tracks on the
ground to find out the way he had gone. At
last she caught up with him, and threw him
down on the ground.
Do you think the soldier looks frightened ?
Either the man will kill the beast, or the beast
will kill the man. Which do you think it will
be ? I am glad to tell you that Henry carried
the leopard's skin into camp, as he said he
would. He afterwards used it for a rug to
make his bed soft. Do you know what beau-
tiful skins leopards have ?
A GARDEN TEA.
II, I wish you would
let us have tea in the
garden to-day," said
Alice Gray to her
Oh, yes, please do,
mamma," echoed Jenny and
Ella, who were behind Alice.
I fear that would make a
great deal of trouble for the cook,"
said Mrs. Gray.
No, mamma; we will carry out all of the
things ourselves, and bring them back," said
"Yes, indeed, we will, mamma," said Jenny
Why do you wish to have tea in the gar-
den ? Is it not pleasant in our dining room ?"
asked Mrs. Gray.
We want to have it different from every
day," said Alice.
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A Garden Tea.
It will be pleasanter to hear the leaves
rustle, and feel the green grass, than to look
out of the window at them," said Ella.
"Well, go, and have a happy time," said
the kind mother.
First, they carried out a little table, and set
it under the large oak tree. They had used
the table for parties in the nursery before.
Then Alice carried out the table-cloth, and laid
it neatly on the table. Ella brought the cups
and saucers. Jenny brought a plate of bread
and butter. Alice went back and got the tea.
Ella brought the sugar bowl, and on the way
out ate several lumps of sugar. Jenny brought
a little pitcher of milk for the tea.
As Alice was the oldest, they chose her for
the mother ; and so she poured the tea.
Jenny had to go back to the house twice to
Ann to get more bread and butter; and Alice
went back once to get the tea-pot filled.
Indeed I should think there might be six
little ladies instead of three," said Ann.
Oh, well, we can eat twice as much at a
garden tea," said Jenny.
Somebody sat up in the tree, looking down
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with two black eyes at the little girls taking
their tea. He didn't say a word, so they did
not know he was there.
I must go and get my little wife to come
and see it," said he to himself.
So he ran briskly up the tree. Strange he
should know to which limb of the tree to go !
they all look so alike; but he found the right
place without hunting for it. Mrs. Squirrel
was at home taking care of her children. The
whole family went out together and sat on a
limb just over the little girl's heads. Strange
they should not have known it !
Mr. and Mrs. Gray watched the garden
party while they sat in the dining-room tak-
ing their tea. They are walking out now to
talk with the girls. Perhaps they will see the
squirrel family in the tree.
S EFORE it was near time
Sfor Christmas to come,
. . Miss Taylor had planned
a Christmas party for the
' children. "I believe in
children being happy," she
_' said to herself.
S Miss Taylor intended to
S:}' keep it a secret until she was
S $ ready to send out the invi-
tations; but somehow the
strange little elf that seems to
have a way of finding out secrets, began to
whisper to the children about it. It was not
long before all of Miss Taylor's little friends
knew about the party, and were expecting
The girls said they heard that she was not
going to have any boys. Then the boys said
they didn't care to go any way! When, all
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the time, they were much afraid they would
not be invited.
At last one day, about a week before Christ-
mas, Miss Taylor's servant was seen flitting
from house to house, having tiny pink notes
of invitation for boys as well as for girls.
The party was to be held on Christmas eve;
and the children were invited a week before-
hand so that they might not make "other en-
The little pink invitations read this way :
Miss Taylor would be happy to see her
little friend -- at her party on
5 to 9 o'clock.
This meant that they were to come early,
and go home early. There were fifteen invi-
tations sent out, and not one child sent re-
grets." All were happy to accept.
The glad time came at last; and the jin-
gling of sleighbells, as the children came,
brought merry music to Miss Taylor's door.
At half-past five supper was served. Such a
load of good things as there was! Miss
Taylor was much pleased with her little
guests, because they sat quietly until things
were passed to them. Neither did they grab,
and take great handfuls of the bon-bons when
they were passed; neither did they take any
more cake than they could eat. Some chil-
dren, less polite, would have taken twice as
much as they needed, and left much all
crumbed up about their plates. Not one of
them got up from the table until Miss Taylor
first rose from her chair. They had all too
good manners to put anything in their pockets
to carry home.
What a merry time they had after supper,
playing Blind man's buff," and Magic
Music," and Hide and Seek "
When it was time for them to go home,
each child said to Miss Taylor, "Thank you
for the pleasant time you have given me."
THE ROBIN'S SONG.
ROBIN came one winter day,
And sang a very plaintive lay;
His coat was brown, his vest was red:
" Pray, Mr. Robin," then I said,
What do you want with me ?"
He looked at me with eyes so bright,
Then at the snow, all lying white
Upon the ground, and shook his head.
I threw to him some crumbs of bread;
He ate them heartily.
The next day and the next came he,
And friendlier every day were we;
For when he to the window flew,
That he was welcome well he knew,
And bolder he became.
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The Robin's Song.
Into the room he now would hop,
Awhile upon the table stop
And peck the crumbs; until at last,
Whilst the cold winter days went past,
My robin grew quite tame.
The winter past, and in the spring,
When all the birds began to sing,
My robin piped for me a tune-
The blithest that I heard in June,
Or through the summer long:
For sang he, Thanks, my friend, to thee
That I am living full of glee;
Ah, pray, again when winter comes,
Do not forget to give me crumbs
In payment of my song."
So sang he, and his clear bold voice
Went through the woods, Rejoice, re
Praise to the kindly heart is due,
Who fed me all the winter through,
And was to me so good."
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Now, little children, let me teach
A lesson from the robin's speech:
Be kind to all, nor spare your hand,
And when the snow lies on the land,
Give the poor birds some food.
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PLA YING ON THE SEA-SHORE.
I ..'HEY are all talking at once, but let
"".. '' us try to find out what they are say-
Don't come out any further, Annie."
How much further are you going,
"Far enough to get my vessel in deep
water," said Harry.
"You can't go in very deep water your-
self," said Annie.
Boys can go in deeper than girls, because
they can swim," answered Harry.
I am afraid the fish will bite my toes,"
said Jenny, who did not dare to walk after
"Maybe they will," said Harry; "but I
don't believe they could get away with them.
They are fastened on pretty tight, aren't
they ? "
"What is a fort, Johnnie ?" asks Kitty
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"It is a place for soldiers to be safe in,
when other soldiers are trying to kill them,"
said Johnnie. When Harry gets his boat
in the water, we are going to make believe
that it is filled with soldiers who are coming
to take this fort. I am going to fire off my
little cannon that you see at one side of the
fort to frighten them away."
Why do you put up a flag ? asked Kitty.
Did ever you see soldiers without a flag?
I would like to know."
How can you keep your boat from sail-
ing away ?" asked Annie.
I will tie a string to it," answered Harry.
Where would it go if the string should
"Well, I presume it might cross the ocean
and land at Liverpool with the big ships,"
answered Harry. The captains and sailors
of other ships would look at it through their
telescopes, and think Tom Thumb, or perhaps
some other little dwarfs were taking a voyage
across the ocean."
"Could it get there without a captain,
Harry? asked Jenny.
Playing on the Sea-shore.
"It might," said Harry; but I intend to
keep hold of the string. I think there would
be a wreck somewhere between here and Liv-
erpool if I should let it go."
These little folks are having a very fine
time; but it will not do for them to stay much
longer, as the tide is rising, and the place
where they are now will soon be covered with
deep water for several hours. The tide often
rises faster than people can run. It has been
known to overtake them and drown them.
When you go down to play by the sea-shore,
be sure to ask about the tide.
WA I TING.
AS ist das? "
Das 'st der Knecht Rupert."
Please do not talk in German, little
folks, for we cannot understand you.
They hear a knock at the door. They
know pretty well who it is, but they are a
little frightened, and so they ask Was ist
das?" What is it? The oldest sister an-
swers "Das ist der Knecht Riupert." She
means that Santa Claus is at the door. They
have been waiting for him for an hour, sit-
ting on the floor, telling what he brought
them last Christmas, and what they hope he
will bring this time.
Listen He knocks still louder. The mother
goes to the door and invites him in. He asks
for each one of the children by name; then
the mother calls them to come. They look
afraid of him, for he wears a mask, and has on
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a great yellow wig, and a long white gown
with funny looking buskins on his feet. He
asks the mother what kind of a child each one
has been since last Christmas. If she says
" bad," he gives a whip to punish the child
with. If she says good," he leaves balls and
dolls, and books and marbles, wagons, candies,
etc. When he has left something for each
child, he goes into the next house, and then
the next house, and so on. Bad children are
afraid of him, while good children welcome
him as one of their very best friends.
Who is the Knec/it Rupert ? He is some
man whom all the parents in a village choose
to come to their houses on Christmas eve,
dressed in the way I have told you. They
all send their children's presents to him with
the names marked on them, so that he will
know to whom to bring them.
Would you like to come face to face with
Santa Claus, and hear him ask if you had
been good or bad ?
Many little boys and girls in America have
tried to lay awake long enough to see him fill
their stockings. But he never comes around
until he is sure that everybody is fast asleep.
A sly, wise old chap he is! How long he
lives! He used to fill your mamma's stock-
ings when she was a little girl; and he used
to fill her mother's stockings when she was a
little girl. Let us hope that he may live al-
ways. I am sure there would be general
mourning among the little folks if he should
die. Would there not ?
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PRIL'S dewy freshness lies
In the blue depths of her eyes;
SMouth, a cherry's shape and size;
! And her nose
t. Just a small round button merely-
y You must stoop to see it clearly;
She can reach the table nearly
On her toes.
Full of cunning little wiling,
Glances arch, coquettish smiling,
Fond and foolish hearts beguiling
Ruling absolute, alone,
In a kingdom of her own;
Never queen upon her throne
Had such power.
Will you, can you, Nell, impart
Where you learnt the pretty art
That so captivates each heart?
Tell me how
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You bewitch your victims; tell
What's your magic, Baby Nell,
What the secret of your spell;
You are forward now and then,
" Pet," and huff," and pet" again.
Like nine babies out of ten,
But in Nelly's naughtiest mood,
Let her whisper, I'll be dood,"
And you wouldn't, if you could,
Try to scold her.
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