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I- ' *I *r *; ~' .: : ..................... I 'he Bild I ihr.r. NnI in ^H.^-l T l'rlrrir * ^^ . ,, .. ...' l !I "IP '0*MIll Iq i 1,, ', ,,' ,,,,. , i ,i- _.- __'__,,. __ I. I .. - 'bOil v ..... , = -.. Ii. -i . DOTTY ON HER WA SCHOOL LI I~;X F :li'~ i DOTT ONHER AY O SCOOL MISS DOTTY BY SARA ELIZABETH FARMAN And other stories by famous authors TWENTY-ONE ILLUSTRATIONS BY MISS L. B. HUMPHREY, BOZ, AND OTHERS BOSTON D. LOTHROP AND COMPANY 32 FRANKLIN STREET COPYRIGHT, 1882. D. LOTHROP & COMPANY. MISS DOTTY. Miss Dotty had never seen Miss Adams school. MI But she heard of it every day. Miss Dotty's Brother went to Miss Adams' school. It was not far from MISS DOTTY. Dotty's home. One day Miss Adams heard a MISS DOTTY. wee knock on the school-room door. She opened it. Miss Dotty was sure she should like a teacher with so sweet a smile. The little girls in the school- room laughed to see so small a visitor knock at the door. Miss Dotty laughed too. But she laughed at the little boy who stood in the waste-basket up to his chin. How shamed the little boy looked to have Miss Dotty see him in such a place! And Dotty looked shamed too; for it was Dotty's brother in the waste-basket. He was put there for whispering. fs " FOR WHISPERING. MISS DOTTY. Dotty knew all about her mis- chievous little hands. She put them both in her little apron pocket and made up her mind to sit very quiet until school should be out. Dotty's eyes are black and roguish, but they see all there is to be seen. She saw many things that day at school. She saw Miss Adams put a fly under a glass goblet. Then all the children in Miss Adams' school came up, and looked at the fly. Dotty came up and looked too. She saw the fly brush both sides of its wings with its tiny back legs. MISS DOTTY. She saw it rub its back legs against its middle row of legs. Then she saw it rub its middle row of legs against its front legs. Then she saw the fly lick off its front legs, just as she had seen her kitty do so many times. One of the girls said Mr. Fly was washing himself to get ready for his supper. Miss Adams said no, the fly was taking his supper. She told them that Mr. Fly gath- ered up a great many little grains and tiny insects good to eat upon his wings, when he flew about the room. The grains and insects are too small to be seen unless you look MISS DOTTY. at them through a microscope. Mr. Fly takes them off from his wings with his legs and carries them to his mouth. Miss Adams asked, How many wings has Mr. Fly?" All the children answered, Six !" It sounded like a very big voice. Miss Dotty answered Six I too, and felt very proud. When Dotty went home she told her mother how flies got their dinner. But she did not tell that Charlie had been put in the waste-basket. Miss Dotty is too kind a girl to do that. GRAY AND ASHY. Gray and Ashy belong to a little girl. The little girl lives in the next house to mine. Her papa's garden is between her house and mine. This little girl's name is Nell. She is a very nice little girl, with plump cheeks, blue eyes, wavy brown hair and smiling lips. I like her. I often kiss the smiling lips. GRAY AND ASHY. I like her so well, that one day I bought two pet squirrels for her. lIT I "': They look- 9 ed like two 1 balls of gray fur when I carried the cage into the \ 1,* -^ Igarden where LITTLE NELL AT CHURCH. Nell was at play. But Nell knew what they were. Squirrels squirrels !" she cried. Why, they look exactly alike," she said next. She carried them in at once. She tied a red ribbon around GRAY AND ASHY. the neck of one of the squir- rels. "You are Gray," she said to that one. She tied a blue ribbon around the neck of the other. You are Ashy," she said to him. "Now if Gray gets away, I shall know it is Ashy that is left," she said to me. Ashy looked at his blue ribbon. Gray looked at his red ribbon. Then they both barked a sharp little bark. "Chur-r-r!" they said. Gray ran up and turned the wheel like mad. Ashy sat down and sulked. They would not answer to their names. GRAY AND ASHY. They would not eat while Nell was near the cage. Nell fed them with hickory nuts and beechnuts and walnuts and chestnuts. But they said, as plainly as they could, "We do not like these ribbons; we do not like our names, and we do not like you!" One Sunday they were all alone in the house. Nell had gone to church with her papa and mamma. It was about eleven o'clock. The choir was singing in the church. All the people were standing up. All but Nell. Poor Nell! She was so busy GRAY AND ASHY. |with her thoughts about her naughty little pets that she did not know the choir was sing- "ing. About that time, Nell's naughty pets had burst open the door of their cage. Down they hopped! Out of doors they ran! Across the garden like a dart! Up to the top board of the fence, like a flash! "Hurrah!" cried Ashy. "" Three cheers for liberty!" shouted Gray. See, there are the woods !" said Ashy. Hurrah for a hollow tree 1" cried Gray. GRAY AND ASHY. "A hollow tree for our own I" answered Ashy, and such nuts as we please!" "No bars around our bedroom there !" said Gray. There they sat on the fence, be- hind their bushy tails, and squealed and chirred like two little mad- caps. Just then a boy came along. He saw them. He whistled at them. Then he tossed a stone at them. How those squirrels leaped from that fence! How they sped back across the garden! How glad they were to find the door still open I GRAY AND ASHY. How quickly they mounted to the cage again How pretty they thought their gay little neck-ribbons while they waited I How glad they were to see Nell when she came home ! They came at once to the door to eat the fresh beechnuts she had picked up on her way home. How they frolicked and gam- bolled ! Gray even bit Nell's rosy fore- finger, he was so happy. Nell was pleased, but she won- dered about it much. She wondered how the cage door came ajar. GRAY AND ASHY. After that the pets were as playful and happy as she could wish. Nell never knew what happened at home that Sunday. , l: ,, :: -', 1 _;-' ROBBY'S DOG. Trip is a friendly little dog. He is a pretty little dog too. He is gray and white. He has long, silky ears. Trip belongs to a boy named Robbie. One morning, while Robby was asleep, Trip took an early walk. While he was out, he saw how he could do a kind deed to Billy Gray. He jumped over into Billy Gray's I ROBBY'S DOG. yard, for he saw Billy Gray sitting on the door-step. He ran up and put his fore paws on Billy Gray's shoulders. WHAT TRIP SAW. "Get down I" growled Billy. It sounded like a big, cross dog's growl. ROBBY'S DOG. Trip got down. He stood still a minute. He looked up into Billy Gray's eyes. They were not kind blue eyes, like Robbie's. They were cross black ones. Get out! Go home, sir!" growled Billy Gray. Here's the print of your muddy paws on my clean jacket I" Yes, Billy was very cross. But Trip tried to tell what he had seen. He had seen the two white rab- bits among the lettuces and early cabbages. He thought they were tearing the cabbages in pieces. He had seen Mooly, the cow, going off down the road. He knew she had not been milked. He heard the little chickens peep ROBBY'S DOG. in the long, wet grass, because the black cat sat by the coop so that they dare not go in. Trip wished to tell Billy about all this mischief. He ran out toward the coop. He ran out toward the garden. ROBBY'S DOG. He ran to the gate and looked down the road. Then he ran up to Billy again. He jumped up and down and barked. He put his paws on Billy once more. Poor little Trip Billy caught hold of the slender little legs. See here, now he growled. Yes, Billy was very cross indeed Snow. He swung poor, scared Trip around his head, and threw him, with all his might, over the fence, into the street. Now go home! said he. But poor little Trip could not go home. Cruel Billy had thrown him k ROBBY'S DOG. against a stone. One of his little fore legs was bleeding. Billy went back and sat on the door-step, and poor Trip lay still in the road. Once he whined a little, and Billy Gray came to the fence and looked at him. He felt sorry, and tears came in his eyes. But he felt crosser than ever and he would not go and help Trip. He knew that Trip was Robby's dog. He did not like to think what Robby would say when he knew his dog was hurt. But a good friend is on the way, poor Trip ! Soon Farmer Bennett's great ROBBY'S DOG. Newfoundland came trotting along. He stopped when he saw Trip. Little Trip and big Major were old friends. Little Trip put up his cold nose. Major touched it with his nose. Then they had a little talk. What is the matter, Trip?" Major asked. Lgc hurt," said Trip. Fell down ? Major asked. No," said Trip. "Was it a boy? Major asked. "Yes," said Trip. "Then Ii.tjor growled a big growl. Billy Gray, I presume," he said. He barked over toward Billy Gray's house deep and long. Billy heard it, and went into the ROBBY'S DOG. house and sat down by the window. Then Major took little Trip up between his teeth very carefully. He carried him home and laid him in his little bed under the door- step. Then he barked until he wakened Robby. How bad Robby felt when he saw his little lame Trip. But Trip had good care and got well. Major came to see him often. Billy Gray was made very sorry for what he had done. He did not have a pleasant time that day after Trip was carried home. He had to run two miles to find Mooly and bring her home. I -~ "M C O R r N ; MAJOR COMES TO THE RESCUE. ROBBY'S DOG. The rabbits spoiled his flower bed. The black cat caught two of his white chickens. Robby did not speak to him at school. His papa did not allow him to go fishing the next Saturday, because he had hurt Robby's dog. PERI AND PONTO. Nell and Patty have always lived by the sea-shore. In winter it is lonely there. The breakers dash high. Great winds blow. Once the winds blew down one of the hotels. But in summer Nell and Patty have good times. They like to look at the grand people who come to stay at the hotels. PERI AND PONTO. They like to watch the handsome horses and carriages. They like to see the bathers go into the surf. They like to see the beautiful chil- dren and the handsome dogs. One day while they were down on the beach, Nell called out, See, Patty! see! There are two new dogs!" Patty looked round. The new dogs were two handsome fellows. One was black. The other was white. They were frisking about a pretty girl who was filling a basket with sea-weed. I'm going to whistle for them," said Patty. PERI AND PONTO. Patty whistled a low, long, clear whistle. Both the dogs walked up to the little barefooted girls. They stood and looked at them. The little girls patted their heads, but the dogs stood still, as if they did not know whether to like it or not. I wish I knew their names " said Nell. Ponto and Peri," said their little mistress. "The black one is Ponto, and the white one is Peri. They are my dogs. They have never been to the seaside before." May we play with them ? asked Nell. "Oh, yes," said she. Then, like a PERI AND PONTO. little lady, she went farther off, so that the little barefoot girls might feel free to play with the dogs all they liked. "COME, HAVE A BATH I Ponto looked as if he could play, if only he would. His bright eyes danced with mischief. He looked up to Peri, as if he were saying, "Would you play ?" PERI AND PONTO. "Come, Patty, let's play with them," said Nell. "They are not vicious dogs !" And she put her hand on Peri's white head. Peri gave a little growl. We are vicious dogs," said she, "whatever that is." But Ponto rubbed his head against Nell's hand. "No, we are not vi- cious dogs at all," said he. "Well, we will give them a bath in the salt water," said Patty, and then see them frisk away in the sun. "I will not have a salt water bath," barked Peri. But Ponto wagged his tail. Nell said when a dog wagged his tail it meant yes." PERI AND PONTO. So the little girls caught the dogs. They pulled them down to the water. Ponto scrambled about as if it were good fun; but oh, how angry Peri was I She held back with all her might. She planted her feet in the sand and growled, and showed her teeth at Patty. Nell got Ponto down into the surf, but Patty could do nothing with Peri. Let Peri go, little girl I" called the dog's mistress. She stood on a rock, a little way off, watching them. Let Peri go, little girl!" she called, "or she will bite you !" Let me go, or I will bite you," PERI AND PONTO. LET PERT GO, LITTLE GIRL, OR SHE WILL BITE YOU." barked Peri. She snapped at Patty's hand as she spoke. PERI AND PONTO. Then Patty let go, and the two dogs bounded away to their mis- tress. "I don't like rude country girls," said Peri, as they all went back to the hotel. Pshaw said Ponto. You are much too dignified. I had a jolly "good play." *E^^^^~=;C~-S--J^. .^..--^S~i WHAT I SAW IN BOSTON What do you think I saw one morning last winter, as I walked down Washington Street. I saw three children and their father. Oh, they were having such a good time ! I stopped and looked at them. They were fat, rosy-cheeked little children. Their father was fat and rosy- cheeked too. WHAT I. SAW IN BOSTON. They looked like Germans. I think they were emigrants. Emigrants are people who leave their own country and go to another country to live. German emigrants come from a country called Germany. There were two little girls and a little boy. The little girls wore brown dress- es, long-sleeved aprons and faded sacques. They both had red hoods. The little boy wore trousers, but he had a big-sleeved apron like the girls. He had a very shabby fur cap. Do you want to know about the good time they were having ? WHAT I SAW IN BOSTON. Perhaps you would think it was very poor fun. But the German children did not. They laughed and chattered until their cheeks fairly shone. They were at the drinking foun- tain in front of Franklin Square. Here is a high stone trough for the horses to drink out of in sum- mer. In winter it is covered with a stone plank. The emigrant children were stand- ing on this plank. Their father must have put them up there, for it was too high for them to climb. He would spread out his arms, and the children would jump into WHAT I SAW IN BOSTON. them just as fast as he could catch them, and set them down on the pave- ment. Then he would lift them up, and the fun would begin again. I think the man enjoyed it as much as the children did. It looked very funny to see a whole family amusing themselves in that way in the streets of Boston. But they did not seem to know that anyone was watching them. Yet nearly everybody who passed stopped to smile at the pretty sight. I never saw any of them again. But I would like to know more about them. A S. :' 1 '- 7- THE LITTLE GERMAN CHILDREN. WHAT I SAW IN BOSTON. I am sure there are no happier children in Boston than those little Germans. IN THE WOODS. I tell you, I want to go and see the woods for myself," said the little baby deer. The big deer looked down at the baby deer. "I suppose you do," said he. Indeed, I do," said the little fellow He kicked the soft black forest earth as hard as he could with his small hoofs. He was a naughty little fellow. 4 IN THE WOODS. He liked to have his own way. Poor little Fleetfoot said the big deer. "I wanted to go on the chase," said little Fleetfoot. All the rest of the young deer have gone. They will have a grand scamper across the plain." The big deer licked Fleetfoot's smooth head with a soft kiss. Little pet," said he, I can hardly feel your horns yet. They are covered thick with velvet. You are only a baby. You are not old enough for a run on the long wide plain." Fleetfoot butted the old deer with the little horns. He felt very naughty. My horns are growing every IN THE WOODS. day," said he. "I can feel them every time I rub against a tree. To-morrow I will rub the velvet all off. Then you will see that they are quite large. Besides, I should run with my legs, not with my horns." Your legs are not much bigger than. dandelion stems, my child," said the old deer. Little Fleetfoot kicked up his hind feet when he heard that, and was off. Down the green fresh glade he went like a dart. How graceful How nimble! His legs were slender, but they were good to run with. His warm brown coat of hair shone like silk. IN THE WOODS. He held his head high, and his large ears stood up as though listening for a call to come back. Now and then he turned, stopped short, and looked back at the big deer with his large full eyes. But the big deer did not call. Fleetfoot ran on again, but only for a few steps. In a moment he turned round again. This time he came trotting back to the big deer. He leaned his head up against him. He looked very pretty, and he looked very sorry. Of course you know best," he said. "But when I have great handsome antlers like yours, then VJ.- FLEETFOOT COMES BACK. IN THE WOODS. I shall not came back, no matter who calls!" The big deer laughed. Then he took Fleetfoot for a nice little race down the glade. They went as far as the pool of clear water. Then they had a fresh, sweet drink. After that, they lay down in the tall, green ferns. There the big deer told the little one what becomes of the antlers when the deer shed them. But Fleetfoot has kept the secret, and nobody knows what does be- come of them. WHAT DAISY DID. It was the middle of winter. The snow lay deep and white on the ground. Daisy went sleigh-riding every day. Such good weather for little girls I But such bad weather for little birds! How the snow-birds wished for "a thaw " Even the seeds on the old weed stems were almost gone. WHAT DAISY DID. But it did not thaw. Those that used to hop around the door-steps of Daisy's house were almost discouraged. They were afraid they should starve before the "thaw" came. But one day, before it was too late, Daisy began to think about the birds. She knew they could not get anything to eat unless they were fed. Then she remembered what she had read about a man in England who was very fond of all birds and animals. "I can do so too," said she. "I will ask brother to help me. And it will be such good fun " 4C 9 I > 7 ..W ri "1,,, i .Ij , '' : 1 ,,, lei- w I C''C PROVIDED FOR. L WHAT DAISY DID. There was a large tree in front of Daisy's house. When Daisy talked with Jack. about her plan, he went at once and looked at the tree. "Yes," said he, "I can climb that." Then Daisy went down stairs and talked with Cook. Cook said she would do her part. Cook's part was to save all the bones, big and little, on which any meat was left. Jack's part was to climb the tree and tie the bones to the branches, every day. The birds' part was to come in flocks, and pick the meat off. WHAT DAISY DID. They looked very funny as they swung about on the bones. Daisy's part was to watch them fly up into the tree to pick at the bones, and to feel glad she had thought to do it. They all were happy-Cook, Jack, the birds and Daisy. Anybody can do this kind little deed for the birds. i PRINK. LANCHE and Al- ice Hill live in ,' -. Kansas. '*-. . II ," o l'' ' ' " Blanche is six -- years old. Alice is four. Their grand- mother lives near Boston. Last summer these little girls came all the way from Kansas to Boston to visit their grandmother. i ZZi THE LTLTRVLE S THE LITTLE TRAVELLERS. ~jL PRINK. They were on the cars several days. Another traveller came with them to Boston. His name was Prink. He had a little car of his own. This car was a cigar-box ! Narrow strips of wood were nailed across the top; Prink often peeped out between them. At one end of his car was a slid- ing door. But Prink was not often allowed to come out. Prink is a prairie-dog. He was born in Dog-town," Kansas, near a pretty creek. When many prairie-dogs live to- gether, the spot is called a town or village. .4 ---1 .r= " -~ ---- 4~ ~'I'.v*. PRINK. Prairie-dogs dig holes in the ground for their homes. Long under-ground streets lead to these homes. These narrow, winding streets are like tunnels. Prairie-dogs use their paws as shovels, when they dig these holes and streets. They use their funny little tails as brushes. With these brushes they sweep up the loose earth, into round piles. These mounds of loose earth are always put just in front of the en- trance to their homes. When the frisky little fellows are tired they come out and sit on these mounds to rest. PRINK. Then they look like their cousins, the squirrels. They are called dogs, because their shrill, sharp bark is much like the snap of a cross little lap-dog. Each family of prairie-dogs has its own home. In every dog-town there is one dog who is a leader. Hunters and trappers call this leader, Big-dog." Big-dog has charge of the village. All the other dogs must obey his orders. He watches everything from his own door-way. He sits on a very high mound. When he hears any strange noise, or sees a hunter, Big-dog gives a loud sharp cry. PRINK. When this cry is heard, all the other dogs in the village scamper through their narrow under-ground streets, and curl down in their snug homes. When all danger is over, Big-dog gives a long shrill whistle. Then the other dogs come out again to play. Prairie-dogs are very kind to each other. If one is sick or gets hurt, his dog-friends take care of him until he is well. It is not easy to catch a prairie-dog. But a hunter caught Prink; he gave him to the father of Blanche and Alice. The children named the funny pet " Prink." PRINK. He soon learned this name. He soon grew fond of the little girls. They fed him with berries, apples and cakes. They made a bed for him in a dark closet. Prink had a lovely reddish-brown coat, and a pretty white spot at his throat. He had quick, bright, dark eyes. His small teeth were white and sharp. He had a squeaky, fine voice and he used it a good deal, for he was a baby-dog. Blanche and Alice lent their funny pet to a lady in the cars. She fed him with strawberries, and played with him a long time. Then she put him into his own PRINK. little car, and he had a nap. The Boston grandmother was very much astonished to see Prink. This is a true story. _ - ---------- -- -- -- ._- RALPH AND ROVER. Rover is a Newfoundland dog. Ralph is a raven. Ralph and Rover are great friends. Ralph often perches on Rover's back. Sometimes he rides on Rover's back all around the yard. Rover lets Ralph pick the same bones with him. One day Rover got run over. His leg was broken. He had to stay in the stable. RALPH AND ROVER. Then Ralph brought bones to Rover every day. Ralph would not sleep on h;s perch. He slept in the stable with Rover. But one night the hostler forgot that Ralph had not come. He locked the door before Ralph got in. What do you think Ralph did? Ralph has a strong, sharp beak. He pecked the stable-door with this strong, sharp beak. In the morning there was a hole through the stable-door. The hole was not quite big enough for Ralph to get into the stable. If he had worked one hour longer, he would have got in. This is a true story. :! *;'i *'!i !ii ^ ? i......,.;;..~-;... ar |