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iC411R r116 I', Jn k * ri i I , The Baldwin Library fn zBrid . ^ L s..\ - ) I' r i-, '* i ,.j '. . 2. Tr / d IW11' ii ,, I, , It pr 1.i', 1. 1.; I , L i Jill. *:f P'3 ZEE.~ PICTURES AND STORIES FOR BABY LAND. BY UNCLE JOHN. NEW YORK: THE AMERICAN NEWS COMPANY, 39 & 41 CHAMBERS STREET. COPYRIGHTT 1882, Bk THE AMERICAN NEWS COMPANY DOLLIES' SCHOOL. Little Edith said she would teach school. She got her three dolls, and a little book; and took Papa's cane. She put a little stool up on the floor. Now, Miss Blanche," said she, you sit there; hold up your head and be a good girl." Little Betty and Susy, she put on each side. Then she took the book. Now, Blanche, say A B C." Blanche did not say a word. She did not want to learn A B C, and Susy did not want to say it. Little Betty tumbled down and broke her arm. Edith said they were very bad girls, and she would not try to teach them. KEEPING GUARD. Tom and Susan lived by the sea shore. Their father was a fish- erman. When his boat was pulled up on the beach, the children loved to get in it, and play they were going fishing. Carlo was a big Newfoundland dog, and he always went with Tom and Susan. He was so wise, he knew they might fall into the water, and get drowned if he was not with them to pull them out. I suppose he thought there was danger, if they were in the boat, so he always lay down on the beach, quite close to the boat, and kept watch over them. Good, faithful Carlo! S. .. .. / * I I i' -' *," 1 ---k I- -. I' .. .. I--. .. ,. & w '- -v __- -, .- -- - , .t -. _--. --- L a ~ *E -- ._, .--: : -- -- __ ,t- -_,, l_-- t.. ^ ~^i ~K s rr - --r -. -_,., ( .' ,-."( __- l-l__ -? .:: "~ e ~ S_----' -:-- --J - 'ji ." _* ta_.&_ s. : S i; . "THE STOLEN NEST. Little George has been very naughty. He knows he has been doing wrong. Look at him. His hand is up to his eyes. He looks down upon the ground, afraid to meet his mother's sorrowful face. What is that upon his mother's lap? A bird's nest, with eggs in it. George is seven years old. Charlie is much older. The boys have a large garden to play in. Among the evergreens and bushes there, and even in the apple trees, the birds build their nests secure from harm. Two robins came this year and chose a pear tree for their nesting place. Charlie and George 1I 7lr , i ''; I' ' : I'' 'II THE STOLEN NEST. often watched the birds carrying little twigs and pieces of hay and moss, day by day, up into the tree. Mamma told George he must never touch the nest. But one day, George got tired of playing with his toys. He looked at the pear tree and the nest in it. Then he climbed up and looked. There were the five- little blue eggs with their brown spots. George thought they were very pretty. He did not think of what his mother had said, Then he pulled the nest down, and sat on the grass under the tree, look- ing at the eggs. Mamma and Charlie came in from their walk, and saw him. THE STOLEN NEST. Mamma took the nest, and sat down and told him how cruel it was to do what he had done. How the poor mother bird would cry when she came home and found it was gone. She asked him how he would like some one to come and take him away from his home and from Papa and Mamma. How sad they would be, to find he had gone, they knew not where! The old birds loved their little nest home just as he loved his home. George feels very sorry and be- gins to cry, and promises never-to do so again. Then he asked Mam- ma if Charlie could put the nest back, so the birds would not know he had taken it away. THE NEST PUT BACK. Charlie said he was sure George was sorry, and begged his mother to forgive him. He would take and put the nest back, and perhaps the mother bird would not know it, nor see him. He took the little nest, and taking George's hand, they went to the pear tree. There was the old bird flying about, cry- ing so sadly! When she saw the boys coming with the nest, she flew down on Charlie's shoulder; and when it was put up all safe, she popped down on the eggs, singing, " chirp, chirp, chirp," which was her way of saying, "Thank you, little boys; how happy I am again!" !_ ' dot__ 4 Id i : r '"I If I J VIVIV V- _-. ,. s i,' ': ,i I "" PP S" :.... ... ' ',,, ':+ ' ,t, ., ,, . .. r.,+ , .. I 4 CHARLIE AND His PONY. "Mother, don't you want some- thing from the village to-day?" said Charlie; "I want to ride Hec- tor." Hector was a fine black pony which Uncle William had given him. "Well, Charlie," said his mother, I will find an errand for you to do." So she made out a list of things she needed, and gave it to Charlie. She loved to make him happy; and when he came to the door with his pony, she stroked and patted Hector's glossy side, and gave him a lump of sugar, of which he was very fond. Now Charlie and Hector are off for a good long ride! AI PussY's KIND FRIENDS. Pussy was playing in the field, and she hurt her foot. She cried sadly. Mew, mew," she cried, and old Jack the donkey and Bounce the dog came to see what it was about. Pussy, Jack and Bounce were great friends, and often went off into the field together. They were sorry for Puss, and thought what could they do to help her. At last Bounce ran off, for he saw his master coming across the field. "Bow, wow," he said, and he pulled his master's coat. "Go down, Bounce, stop that," but Bounce would not. He barked loudly and pulled at the coat again. - --.^ f "- Yr - PussY's KIND FRIENDS. "Well, then, go; I'll come and see what you want," said his mas- ter. So Bounce took him to poor Pussy. His master took up the cat gently, and saw there was a thorn in Pussy's foot. He pulled it out, and then Puss was well, and she said, "purr, purr," which meant " thank you." Animals are very grateful when you do them a kindness. Though they cannot say words as you can, they talk in their own way. The dog will bark, Pussy will mew and purr, -and in many ways dumb creatures will show their thanks. So, little children, always be kind to them. They are God's creatures, and he will not love cruel people. THE FIELD MOUSE. Harry and Paul went to the woods one day, to pick berries and wild flowers. In the oat field they saw a field mouse run. Harry caught it in his hand. It squeaked and tried to bite him, but he held it gently by the neck, and called to Paul to come and see it. The boys took it home and kept it in a little cage. Mamma said the little fel- low would be a great deal happier in the fields, though the boys fed him well. So the next day they took the cage and set Mousie free near the place where they caught him. He ran off gayly to his old home. CAUGHT. Yow! yow! yow! and Flora ran to see what was the matter with Dash. Poor Dash had been at mischief, meddling with what he should not. In the cellar was a basket all cov- ered over. Mister Dash was al- ways poking his nose into every- thing, to see what it was, how it looked, and how it tasted, and many a time he got into trouble. But, oh dear! this was the worst of all! Flora's Papa had brought home last night a basket of lob- sters. He thought they would be safe in the cellar, for Dash had no business to go there at all. But All~hl. p CAUGHT. he did; he spied the basket, opened the lid, and down fell the basket. The lobsters tumbled out, and one of them caught poor Dash's paw! Oh, how he howled and cried! Flora called the cook to help her get Dash free. It was hard work, and poor Dash was lame for many days. I know a great many little boys and girls who meddle with what don't belong to them, who do not mind what is said to them, and are always doing things and going where they are forbidden. Do you know any of these girls and boys? If you do, just tell them that they must look out, or something bad may happen to them. THE OLD CLOCK. "Tic, tac, tic, tac," said the old clock. It's time for Ben to come home from school. It's time Mary was putting dinner on the table. When Ben comes he'll want his dinner. I'm the clock that stands in the dining room. I can see and hear all that goes on. Yesterday Ben told his mother that he missed a word in the spelling class, and that Harry got above him. His mother said it was because he wouldn't study. Ben learned his lesson last night, and said he would try to get up again to-day. Here he comes! I know he's all right, for he looks so happy." IN DANGER. "Chip, chip, chip !" "See what is down there looking so nice; I'm going to see." "Chip, chip, chip, so will I;" and chip, chip, chip," came from a lot of little throats, as the birds flew down on a table, where some cakes were left to cool. Down they came, one by one, and began pecking away at a fine rate. One little fellow said, "This is so nice a place, I shall sit down and rest." So there he is in the corner. Oh, dear! what do I see? Pussy, you think you will have a good time too, don't you? Little birdies, fly away! ,. ,...' .. iF.., %,.**_-*. S. ". ,2 -7 ,A T- ~L B-- -' :" >1 ' LITTLE GRANDMA. What a funny little old lady! Who can she be ? Why, it is our little Fanny. She has got Grandma's cap, and has put on her long red mittens. How very wise she looks in the big spectacles! But oh! what will Grandma say, when she sees the needle pulled out of her stocking? Well, Fanny you make a pretty little Grandma. Perhaps the real Grandma may not scold much, for you are a pet of hers. It will be a great many years before your eyes will want spectacles When they do, I hope you will be really like Grandma-she is so good! I? , ._-. .i i ~ ~~ /I II' SQUIRRELS. Two little squirrels lived in a tree. Happy and merry as they could be; Their nest was made in a nut tree fine, While off the nuts they could al- ways dine. A nice little storehouse they had in a hole; No fear of the mice, the cat, or the mole ; When winter came, with its cold and storm, These two little squirrels lived cozy and warm. 'rt7' )1 a :`-.F" I- --t , i iL- LI:LL lac. il.. ... XPI ;'jisFdllldB ''YCrPBIEI;T$Ee.lB'dr4CB. IEt;t.lEL' lipVaiiI LI _7cr. i ss ZTr iF ": ' ? 'r e SQUIRRELS. They rolled themselves up in a furry ball, With their nose in their bushy tail tight as a wall In their pretty gray coat so nice and sleek, Our two little squirrels took a long sleep. But when spring time came, then out from their home Our little gray squirrels would love to roam; Over the fences they frisked so gay, And frolicked in joy the livelong day. MOUSIE. Tell me a story, Mamma, about a little mouse ? Once there was a little gray mouse who lived in one corner of the kitchen closet. All day he hid away, but when it grew dark he crept out to nibble the bread, if the cover were left off the bread box, and he ate whatever he could find that was good. Cook did not like this; so one day she said she was going to ask a neighbor who had two cats, to give her one to keep in the kitchen. Mousie had sharp ears, and heard it all. He ran off and found a home where there was no cat. PUZZLED NELLIE. "Dear me, how does Mamma sew?" said Nellie. Now I've got her work, I don't know where to put the needle. I want to get these holes sewed up before Mam- ma comes back. I think it is very hard to sew. I wonder why people have holes in their clothes. Holes must come of themselves, for I don't put any in my stockings, yet there are some." Nellie's Mamma has been called out of the room. She left Nellie to take care of herself. Nellie did not cry, but she wanted to help Mamma in some way. She spied the sewing, and ,11 111. ." : I If ~~, * S, .4" ; . , .ql , k ""i rr PUZZLED NELLIE. thought she could work at that. Poor Nellie has only puzzled her- self. She is not big enough to help in this way, though she thinks she is. Look at her in the picture; she has the needle in her left hand! Mamma, when she sews, holds it in the right hand. But if Nellie tries as hard to help in everything as she does to sew, Mamma will have a little housekeeper before long. She hears Mamma's steps on the stairs. How surprised she will be to see this new seamstress! I think she will pay her with a kiss. Let us see Mamma opening the door now. Hear what she says. PULLED NELLIE. "Why, Nellie, what are you doing? Trying to sew? I think you had better let Mamma have her work. Let me look at what you have done. Did you do this? Why, I did not think my little girl could do so well. I shall have to take some of it out, for you have pulled the stitches too tight, here and there. Don't cry, for it is well done for a little girl. Watch me, and you will see I don't draw the thread through so far. Next time you try, remember this, and your work will look better. Mother thanks you for your help, Nellie. You were a good girl while she was away. Give me a kiss, and run and play with Dolly." GOING HOME FROM CHURCH. These ladies have been to the church. It is Sunday, and people go to church to hear the beautiful music, and to listen to what the minister has to tell them. The minister teaches them how to be "good. He tells them they must help poor people, and be kind and good to everybody. Do you see the lovely wood these ladies and this gentleman are going through? What big trees they are! The birds love to be in these trees. The sun shines so bright and warm, it makes the little birds so happy, that they too sing for joy. They love the sunshine. ] -L ''i ; ' ~" Y1 II -]~ BLINDMAN'S BUFF. Did you ever play Blindman's Buff? Here is a party of children. It is Lillian's birthday, and her mother has given her a party. They are having great fun. Her father is playing "blindman." Ah, he will soon catch Cousin Mary, unless she dodges quickly. Look at Harry! He is getting under a chair. Frank is pushing the chair in front of "blindman." I hope he will not fall over it. Do you see Mamma and Uncle Joseph looking in at the door? They are enjoying the fun, and think of the times when they too played Blindman's Buff." r' r ":iN V ..__ R ^'7! ^ t-^> i i *.. iajfiri '-i 1 '^'l~ l 1,- I y-P~~ra~~~ MRS. FOX AT HOME. In a dark cave near a large wood dwelt Mrs. Fox and her five little ones. She was very proud of her wee foxes, and took great care of them. But I am sorry to say she would go into the farmers' yards and steal the chickens. This made the farmers angry, and they said if they could but catch her, they would cut off her head. But Mrs. Fox did not want her head cut off, so she took good care not to go out in the day time when she could be seen. When it was dark, and she knew the people were fast asleep, then she would go very softly and slyly into the J '- - ..^ MRS. FOX AT HOME. yard, and there would be the chickens all huddled up, and fast asleep. She would creep out, and would nip one by the neck before it could cry out, and run off with it to her home. At last the farm- ers thought they could stand it no longer; the fox must be killed. So they set a trap in the chicken yard, and put a dead chicken in it. At night, Mrs. Fox came along. She spied the chicken, but did not see the trap. In she went, the trap fell down, and Mrs. Fox never got home again. In the morning the little foxes were very hungry, and went out to find their mother. But the farmers caught them all. BOSIE. Bosie is Aunt.Mary's dog. He is a Scotch terrier. Uncle Will is often away, and Aunt keeps Bosie for a watch dog. His bark tells when any one opens the gate. Sometimes he takes Aunt's thimble and cotton, and hides them. He will run off with her slipper, shak- ing it as if it were a rat. Aunt gives Bosie a cent every day. He takes it in his mouth to the baker's. The baker gives him two cakes. Then Bosie drops the penny and takes up the cakes, and comes home to eat them. Every afternoon he comes to Aunt Mary, and sits up to beg for his cent. THE QUARREL. "What! Tom and Harry fight- ing! I'm ashamed of you !" said their teacher, as she met them on her way to school. He hit me, and I mean to make him pay for it," said Tom. Did you do it purposely, Harry?" said Miss Brown. "No, Miss," said Harry; "I was playing with this ball, and threw it across the lot, and it struck Tom." Do you hear that, Tom ?" said Miss Brown. "Harry! forgive me," said Tom, bursting into tears, and putting his arms round Harry's neck, do for- give me. 1-. . A- - .A /'f I -'-'^ ^ - t - ROY's STORY. Papa gave me this pony on my last birthday. I was six years old. I never thought I should get a pony, all my own. After break- fast, Papa said, "Roy, you may come out with me to the barn. I want to tell James about some things he has to do to-day. Be quick, and get your hat, for I must hurry." Of course, I was glad to gO. When we reached the stable we went inside, and there, in the stall next to Prince, was my pony. I could hardly believe it was mine, even when Papa said it was my birthday present. Papa said Pony's rr --C---- -- -k-, )J RoY's STORY. name was Brownie. You know his hair is dark brown, and he has such a long tail and mane. He let me go into his stall, close to his head, and when I patted him he rubbed his cold nose right in my face. It felt so funny ! James told Brownie to shake hands, and he held up his fore foot. Then he said, Laugh, Brownie." Brownie curled over his upper lip, and showed his sharp white teeth underneath. "Now you shall have a piece of sugar if you'll speak for it." Brownie pricked up his ears at the word sugar, and then gave a funny little neigh, and got the sugar. You can't know how proud I RoY's STORY. was of my present. Papa told James he might teach me how to ride that day; and when I can ride well, I am to go with Papa when he rides. James and I have had a ride every day since, and Brownie likes it just as much as I do. We go all over the coun- try, and James says he thinks very soon I can go alone. Next week comes Papa's birth- day, and I want to give him a pres- ent. Mamma thought it would be nice to have Brownie's picture taken, and I to sit on his back and hold my whip in one hand and the reins in the other. What do you say? Do you think Papa would like a picture of Brownie ? THE MOUSE TRAP. Oh, what a silly, silly mouse, To leave its own snug little house! Did it not know the cruel trap Was sure to kill him in its snap ? Had Mousey done what he was bid, And kept himself all safely hid; I should not then have to relate Poor Mousey's sad, unhappy fate. But he was greedy, and his eye The bit of cheese did then espy; He made a dash, in went his head, One little jerk, and he was dead! Boys, let my story be to you, A caution wise, for'tis too true, If you forbidden things do take, Too late you'll find out your mis- take. 64k2 V-5 Mi S, .... .. . -, ," :i \ ,: , .,-,. -. T .' . MINNIE'S PICTURE. "Now, Minnie, sit still, while I draw your picture. I'll make it lovely," said Carl. Minnie sat quietly while Carl worked. He drew a round ring for her head, anti two tiny rings for her eyes, a straight line up and down for her nose and one across fdr her mouth. He made two long lines below, and said it was finished. Minnie said it was "horrid," and that made Carl cry. "Now, Mamma," he said, "isn't this like Minnie ?" Mamma said, "no," but by and by she would teach him how to draw. So Carl was happy again, THE NOISY HEN. Cluck, cluck," cried the black hen as she strutted about. I've laid an egg." Don't tell about it, you silly thing," said the drake, "or some one will come and take it away." "Cluck, cluck," went the hen, "you don't know anything about it. I'll do as I please, cluck, cluck." What a noise that hen is mak- ing, Tomn," said Aunt Mary. I'm sure she's laid an egg. Do go and see. I want one for Baby's dinner." Here is one," cried Tom." It's warm too." If that hen hadn't been so noisy SBaby would not have had an egg. Vf. LITTLE MARY. Poor little Mary is sick. She has taken cold. Mamma sent for the doctor. He has just come. There he is, leaning on the back of the chair. He has given Mary some medicine, and says she must stay indoors for two or three days. Mary does not like this; she would rather be out in the fields and in the garden. Mamma feels sorry for her little girl. She has taken her on her lap, and is telling her some stories. Mary likes to hear stories. She forgets her pain while listening to Mamma. Would you like to hear one of the stories her mother told ? A ;s ', iI , --, :, j~ii , ,,, ,t . ,, ., -- ,! ..~ . ' - . 1'1 N~ ,, -4 -~*s--.- II, S., , ._ . , N : P : 'LI STORY MARY'S MOTHER TOLD. A little girl wished very much for a doll. When Aunt Kate knew this, she bought a pretty doll, with lovely blue eyes and golden hair. She made some pretty dresses for her, a blue hat and a red cloak, and she gave all these to her little niece Kitty. Kitty was delighted, and took good care of Dolly at first. Now Kitty was apt to like a thing very much when it was first given her, but soon got tired of it. So she did with Dolly. At first she dressed and undressed her, took her out for a walk, and Mamma thought that at last Kitty was going to be N -: /r-T^ *^ ^ .*11'1'<" ' , - i. / I~ ..;- rj Si -- .._ ..,' .., iw_' '.. , I\.i1 '7 1 6 ] N' r4'~ (( >-, 4%~ PI AI STORY MARY'S MOTHER TOLD. careful of her doll. But no, she got tired of her too, began to pull her about, she poked her eyes, pulled her pretty curls out of shape, and at last, in twisting her arms, she broke one off! Soon Kitty felt sorry, for she knew Mamma would say she was very naughty, and did not deserve to have another doll. Perhaps poor Dolly felt badly too, to have her arm broken. Kitty must ask Mamma to please to glue Dolly's arm on again. I think perhaps she can. Here is the picture of Kitty when she first got her doll, and when she had broken it. Which of the two faces do you like best? THE ROSEBUSH. "Good morning, Madam Rose," said a butterfly, as he rested on a bough near her. How are you? I saw your friend Robin, and he said you had been unwell." "Yes," said the Rose. "A green worm came to live in my branches; --couldn't make him go away. He ate my lovely green leaves. It made me ill to see them go. I did not know what to do, till Robin came along. I told him, and he said that fine worm would make him a breakfast. So he ate him, and now I am well again." I'm glad to hear it, Madam Rose. I'll call again. Good-day." GRANDMA'S VISITORS. Good morning, Paul-good morning, Agnes," said Grandma, as she looked up from her reading and saw the little folks. "VWhat pretty flowers you have, Agnes! But what are you laughing at, dear?" she asked. Why, Grandma," said Agnes, "look behind you." Well," cried the old lady, "if Beau hasn't got my ball of yarn again You rogue!" she cried, as she caught up the wool, you are always in mis- chief. Beau was asleep on my lap only a minute ago, and he must have seen that ball drop when he jumped off so quickly." in lllli,'ll " S l. ..... .i. ...... IIV .,!,.I~ii ",'," I ',,, r I t rii), GRANDMA'S VISITORS. I think he wants a game of play, Grandma," said Paul, "may we take him out in the garden?" Yes, my dear. If you tie a piece of paper to a string and draw it along, Puss may think it a mouse and try to catch it." Off went Paul and Agnes with Beau. Soon Grandma heard their merry laughter. It woke her out of a short nap. She said to her- self, Such dear good children as they are!. They often come to see Grandma. I hope some one will be as kind to them when they are old as they are to me. Here comes Paul. I wonder what he wants. What is it, Paul ?" Grandma," said Paul, "Agnes GRANDMA'S VISITORS. and I have found the brown hen's nest. There are eleven eggs in it. Shall we leave them, or bring them in to you? Brownie is angry that we know where she lays." I think we will let the old hen alone. Perhaps she has begun to sit, and if so, the chickens will be out' in good time," said Grandma. "And Grandma," said Agnes, who then came in, you promised to give me some chickens." "All right, Agnes, I have not forgotten. You shall have some of Brownie's if you like. But I see it is four o'clock, and you said Mother told you to come home then. Run along or you'll be late. Give me a kiss, and good-bye." DICK. Do I look as if I'd been having a good time ? You cannot guess where I have been all day, so I'll tell you. My name is Richard, but every one calls me Dick. I came with Mamma to spend the summer in the country, and I'm having lots of fun! This morning, Mother said, I might go after blackber- ries with Mrs. Brown's son. We live at Mrs. Brown's. Mrs. Brown gave us each an empty basket, besides our dinner basket. We went across the pas- ture lot first. The brook runs there, and the water looked so cool we waded in. Tom Brown _-_- -_ _.. . - -- - DICK. goes barefoot and in his shirt sleeves nearly all the time, so I took my shoes and stockings off too, and put them with my jacket, in a hole in the big chestnut tree. I hope no one will find them. I don't know what Mamma would say to see me now! But I've had a good time. We tried to catch the minnows, but they were too quick. Then Tom said we must go, or we should never get any berries. In the woods, we found a robin's nest with four blue eggs in it. I wanted one, but Tom wouldn't let me have it. Mrs. Robin sat on a tree near by, and watched us all the time. Tom found the berry patch first. DICK. The berries were so large we soon filled our baskets, and then we had dinner. Mrs. Brown gave us lots of things, but I liked the ap- ple pie best. While we were eat- ing, a red squirrel came to see us. He looked at us so sharply, Tom said he wanted to know what we were doing in his wood. I left him some of my dinner. Then Tom filled our empty dinner basket with berries, and I hunted for the squir- rel's nest, but couldn't find it. At last, Tom said it was time to go. He has gone on to the house, while I came here after my clothes. I must put them on quick, and hurry after him, or I shall be too late for my supper. THE KIND SISTER. "Minnie, I want you to take Baby out. Show him the chickens, and try to amuse him while I do some work," said Mamma. 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