Front Cover
 Half Title
 Title Page
 Table of Contents
 List of Illustrations
 Chapter I: Mumps or dumps?
 Chapter II: An impudent mouse
 Chapter III: Jock gets into...
 Chapter IV: Kitty's fault
 Chapter V: Dora comes to tea
 Chapter VI: The hedge dolls
 Chapter VII: Bunko does two naughty...
 Chapter VIII: Pretending to be...
 Chapter IX: Bunko in the hayst...
 Chapter X: The wet day
 Chapter XI: Chasing the ducks to...
 Chapter XII: The tin whistles
 Chapter XIII: Kitty washes and...
 Chapter XIV: The little riding...
 Chapter XV: Mrs. Burns at home
 Chapter XVI: Conclusion
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Title: Four little mischiefs
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Title: Four little mischiefs
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Creator: Gilbert, Rosa M ( Rosa Mulholland ), 1841-1921
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
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    Half Title
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    Title Page
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    Table of Contents
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    List of Illustrations
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    Chapter I: Mumps or dumps?
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    Chapter II: An impudent mouse
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    Chapter III: Jock gets into a scrape
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    Chapter IV: Kitty's fault
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    Chapter V: Dora comes to tea
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    Chapter VI: The hedge dolls
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    Chapter VII: Bunko does two naughty things
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    Chapter VIII: Pretending to be fairies
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    Chapter IX: Bunko in the haystack
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    Chapter X: The wet day
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    Chapter XI: Chasing the ducks to death
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    Chapter XII: The tin whistles
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    Chapter XIII: Kitty washes and irons her pinafore
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    Chapter XIV: The little riding girl
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Author of "Five Little Farmers;" "The Little Flower-seekers;"
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OMETHING was the matter
with Bunko!
The whole nursery was in a
state of excitement about it, and nobody
could tell what was wrong with the boy.
The nursery where the Hazel children
live is one of the pleasantest in London.
Little Bopeep is driving her sheep all up
the walls. There are nice deep seats in
the window where the children can make
plays, and the dolls can sit and look out
while the children are away having their
walk, And there is a pretty fire-place
with bright pictures, and a large press full
of toys.
And yet in spite of all these nice things


around him, Bunko had turned suddenly
He would persist in standing on his
head in the corner all the afternoon, and
when Nurse Green said he should slay in
the corner for disobedient conduct, he
wanted directly to come out.
Now Bunko was five years old on Christ-
mas Eve last, and he ought to have known
better than to behave like this. But he
got worse and worse all the evening;
pinched Rosie, who was a year younger
than himself, spilled Nana's tea, and threw
his shoes across the floor when he found he
was to be put in bed half an hour earlier
than the other children. Nana, who was
the nurse-maid, did not know what to do
with him.
"How is he getting on now?" asked
Nurse when Nana came back to the nur-
sery, looking quite hot, and as if she had
been in a tussle.
"Something quite awful has got into
him," said Nana, smoothing her apron and
her ruffled hair. I've left him with his
face down on the middle of the bed, and
his feet walking up the wall."
"Oh, dear!" cried the other children,
"do let us go and look at him, Nursie."


No, my dears, I can't allow it," said
Nurse Green. "That would only make
him worse and worse."
A few minutes afterwards she peeped
into the bed-room herself, and there was
Bunko fast asleep, his heels on the pil-
low, his fat little face down at the foot
of the bed, and all the blankets on the
Poor lamb!" said Nurse, taking him up
in her kind arms and putting him straight,
as a little boy ought to lie, with his head on
the pillow and his heels below; and then
she covered him up lightly and walked on
tip-toe out of the room.
"He is very hot," she said to Nana.
" Only for waking him I should give him
a pink powder."
Oh, dear!" laughed Kitty to Jock, I
never knew people to get powders for
The next morning Bunko bit the soap
when he was getting his bath, and then
roared because he did not like the taste of
it. At breakfast-time he looked very sulky,
and sat with his head on one side, looking
unusually fat and heavy. His eyes were
like boiled gooseberries, and his cheeks
were extremely red.


"Bunko's in the dumps," whispered Jock.
"I'll go and stick a pin into him."
"You mustn't," said Kitty, who was
eight, a year older than Jock. "Were you
never in the dumps yourself?"
I don't think it is dumps," said Nurse;
" I believe it's mumps."
"Mumps! What are mumps?" cried
"Oh, lumps!" said Nurse,-"swelling that
gets into your throat and makes you sick."
"Lumps and mumps and dumps! cried
Jock. "Oh, what fun!"
"I'm not sick," shouted Bunko in a voice
that sounded as if he was swallowing a
large potato.
"You don't eat your breakfast, my dear,"
said Nurse.
Because everything tastes nasty," said
"Show me your tongue," said Nurse.
"It's my own tongue, and I won't show
it to anybody," said Bunko.
"Nana, you had better go down and
knock at his mamma's door, and tell her
that Bunko is not quite well."
"I am well!" roared Bunko; and then he
slipped down off his chair, and lay in a
round ball on the floor.

Mrs. Hazel was in the nursery in a few
minutes, and gathered up fat Bunko in her
arms. She was a very pretty lady, and the
dearest, kindest mamma in the world.
"What is the matter with my darling
boy?" she said tenderly.
"Everybody is cross," growled Bunko.
"No, no, my Bunko."
"And my throat is crooked, and my
breakfast couldn't get down. And I am
quite well, only Nurse wants me to be
The other three children stood by and
laughed. None of them had ever been ill,
and they could not think what had happened
to Bunko, who had always been a merry
little fellow until now.
The door opened and in walked the
doctor, who lived quite near, and had been
sent for by Mrs. Hazel before she came up
to the nursery.
Now whenever the children saw the
doctor they ranged themselves all in a row
and put out their tongues together. Dr.
Goodhart was a great favourite with them
all, and up to this time they had given him
very little trouble.
Bunko has got the mumps," said the
doctor, "and he must have his jaws tied up

in hot poultices, and sit near the fire
wrapped up in a blanket. He may eat
"Oh! mayn't I have the mumps too?"
cried Kitty
"And I?"
"And I ?" cried the other children.
"Me mumpie too!" shouted Ba, the
youngest of the family, who had been hold-
ing her mouth wider open than all the
"Not one of you has got a mump but
Bunko," said the doctor.
Jock drew in his tongue, shut his mouth,
and felt his jaws all round, but could not
find any mumps. He was thinking long-
ingly of the oranges which mamma would
presently send up to the nursery for
"Keep him very warm, and I will send
him some medicine," said Dr. Goodhart to
Nurse Green, and then, having patted
them all on the head, he left the nursery
with Mrs. Hazel.
Bunko now felt himself the hero of the
day, and sat wrapped up in his blanket
before the nursery fire. All his naughti-
ness was over, for his head had begun to
ache, and he was very glad to be quiet.


Kitty made a play for him and called
him "King Mumpo," and all the children
kept bringing him their broken toys for
At last came Nurse with a large poultice,
which she tied round Bunko's jaws, and the
children watched it going on with wide
open eyes.
"What is it like, Bunko?" they asked
eagerly, as he sat up with it on, looking
more and more a child that was being
made very much of,
"Awfully jolly!" gobbled Bunko in a
voice like a turkey-cock's. And he looked
redder and fatter than ever.
And then in came a basket of oranges
and a new picture story-book, both of them
presents from grandmamma.
"Oh, Bunko, do give me the mumps!"
cried Kitty. I want a new story-book,
and I am so fond of oranges!"
But Bunko did not deign to answer her;
only smiled on his elder sister with a sort
of pitying and superior smile.
"Me mumpie too!" shrieked Ba again,
snatching at the oranges. And then Nurse
gave each of the children half one on con-
dition that they would all go away and
get ready for their walk, and leave Bunko


in peace with his mumps, to read his story-
book and munch his oranges, as well as a
little boy tied up in poultices could manage,
with some trouble, to do.


T__ _i_ /T 'rI



-F EFORE I go any further I must
tell you what the Hazel children
are like, so that if you ever meet
them you may know them at once.
Kitty, the eldest, eight years old, is
small and slight for her age, as light and
quick as a fairy, with dark-blue eyes and
fair silky hair. She has a saucy tongue,
and often gets into trouble on account of it,
but she has a kind little heart, and is very
fond of fun.
Jock is also straight and thin, as tall as
Kitty, though a year younger, with short,
straight, flaxen hair, light-blue eyes, and an
exceedingly impudent nose. He is so
swift and active in his movements that his
papa sometimes calls him the young acrobat.
He, too, is very good-natured if you can
only get him to think; but he is more
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obstinate than Kitty, and even more fond
of having everything all his own way.
Bunko is a round, rosy little man, as I
think I have told you before, with big,
black eyes and a laughing face. Rosie is
more like Bunko than the others; has a
little plump pink face with great dark eyes,
and a sweet, easy, generous disposition.
Ba is simply Ba. She has another name,
of course, but mamma is keeping it for her
till she is quite grown up; like the locket
that her godmother gave her on her birth-
day. She is a dear little dumpling, with
eyes like forget-me-nots, and though she
can scarcely say a word that anyone can
understand, she is the greatest chatterbox in
the house, and is considered the wit of
the nursery.
Well, I was going to tell you about how
Jock got into a scrape, all through Bunko
having taken the mumps.
Jock and Bunko had a room with two
nice little cribs in it all to themselves; but
when the mumps appeared Nurse Green
took Bunko to herself, and Jock was left
alone in his glory.
"It is a splendid thing to have a room
all one's own!" thought Jock as he tucked
himself up in bed and saw the moon wink-

ing at him from behind a chimney-pot out-
side above the roofs. But still he was not
sorry when Nurse Green left the door open
between his little room and her own.
"A fellow does not want to feel lonely,"
thought Jock, "though, of course, there is
nothing to be afraid of. If anything really
happened I should be more of a man than
Nurse Green, ha, ha! I wonder why the
moon can't keep steady in the sky on a fine
night like this,--no storm at all to blow
her about. Wo! Moon; steady, old girl!
There, she's gone down the chimney."
And the next moment Jock was fast
What was it that wakened him? Some-
thing had done it, for there he sat bolt
upright in his little bed staring around him.
It could not have been Nurse Green's
gentle snores from the next room, for Jock
was accustomed to hear these friendly
sounds through the wall at night, and he
liked them, because they gave him a feeling
that somebody else besides himself was alive
in the house. Yes, there was certainly a
sort of protection in Nurse's snoring, and
Jock, even at seven years old, felt it; just as
the little yellow chickens not long out of
the shell like to hear the gentle clucking of


the hen who has let them wander from
under her wings.
"There must have been some noise,"
thought Jock, but it is gone now," and he
dropped down on his pillow again and was
almost asleep when once more something
moved in the room, and there was Jock as
before sitting on his bed, with his hair
on end like a clothes-brush.
The moon was high now in the sky, but
Jock was so excited that he did not even
wonder how she had got up the chimney
again. Her light made the room as bright
as day, and Jock could see nothing more
dreadful than his own knickerbockers hang-
ing across the back of a chair in the most
friendly manner imaginable.
But stay, what was that? A little black
thing scuttled across the floor as fast as
lightning and disappeared into a dark cor-
"I have it!" said Jock. "It is a mouse."
Jock was wide awake and had not the
least desire to go to sleep again. Now
that he found he had a live companion and
playfellow in the room he had no notion of
being so stupid as not to have a little fun.
He waited anxiously for some moments,
and then he saw at last the little mouse


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coming more slowly and cautiously than
before across the carpet. It made a little
short race and stopped, and then another
little race and stopped again. I am sure
you must have seen a little mouse doing
just the same.
It was the smallest mouse and the fattest
Jock had ever seen, and he took quite a
fancy to it at once.
"What is the little chap up to?" thought
Jock as it stopped at the foot of the chair
on which Jock's clothes had been nicely
laid by Nana when he went to bed. They
were all folded and smooth except the
knickerbockers that dangled across the
back of the chair.
And what do you think the little mouse
had come out of his hole to do? Jock told
me exactly what he saw, and I am going
to tell you.
He began to walk up the leg of the chair
just as the bear in the Zoological Gardens
will walk up his pole. Up he got on the
seat of the chair and sat down to rest upon
Jock's little snow-white shirt.
Jock was going to laugh out loud when
he remembered how easily a mouse is
frightened away by noise, and so he stuffed
his pillow into his mouth just in time.


It was quite funny to see how long that
mouse took to rest himself.
Perhaps he lives down in the pantries,"
said Jock to himself, "and he has had to
come up a kind of private staircase belong-
ing to the mice. Let me see. It must go
up through the walls and ceilings and be a
good bit of climbing for a tiny fellow like
that. No wonder he wants to rest on my
shirt. It feels nice and soft after such
squeezing and bruising as his poor little
sides must have got."
Jock waited for him a very good time,
and then he began to wonder how long it
would really be before that lazymouse would
set out on his travels again.
"I do think he's gone to sleep there,"
said Jock to himself, "and I'm not going
to stand that, I can tell him. I've no ob-
jection to his taking a rest, but I'm not
going to have him making a bed of my
shirt. But perhaps he is not there at all
now. Perhaps he has got away!" and Jock
put one long, thin, little leg out of his crib,
intending to creep over to the chair and
Just at that very moment what do you
think he saw?
One of the legs of Jock's knickerbockers


was dangling at the side of the chair-back,
and hanging down low, and the other was
lifted up higher in the air as if it was going
to jump off, but couldn't, because the other
leg would not let it. Both legs were puffed
out open as if they fancied Jock's knees
were still inside of them, and all this the
mouse had perceived where it sat on the
Being quite rested at last it began to
amuse itself, and what Jock saw when he
had just put his leg out of bed was that
impertinent mouse frisking round the open
knee of the knickerbocker leg that was
hanging lowest down from the back of the
Jock drew his own leg into bed again,
and, choking with laughter, sat there en-
joying the fun.
When the mouse had done running
round the knickerbocker knee it ran up
the leg and disappeared, and presently it
came out at the top and capered along the
band, then ran right up the other leg and
dropped down on the floor.
Bravo!" cried Jock, "bravo!" and flung
his pillow at the chair. And then he was
very sorry for having so foolishly given
way to his excitement, for when he looked

again the mouse was gone, and had been
too much frightened to think of coming
back again that night.
At the same time he heard Nurse Green
stop snoring and get out of bed to cover
up Bunko and give him a drink. She
thought it was Bunko who had wakened
her, and knew nothing about Jock and the
When she had settled to sleep again Jock
got up very softly and picked up his pillow
and crept into bed, where he lay laughing
quietly about the mouse till he fell asleep.
If it had been a large fat old mouse,"
thought he, "I shouldn't have wondered at
its being so knowing, but a baby mouse
like that! I hope it will come back to-
morrow night. I will watch."
But now he was asleep again.



s HE next night Jock watched for
the mouse and it did not come,
but the night after that it wak-
ened him just as it had done the first time,
and he enjoyed himself with its tricks as
He had left a few crumbs for it upon the
floor, and it ate them up. Then another
night Jock put a piece of cheese in his
pocket which he had stolen out of the nur-
sery cupboard, and he hoped that the mouse
would creep into his pocket to get the
That night he slept so soundly, however,
that he did not hear the mouse at all, and
in the morning, lo and behold, the mouse
had evidently been making a feast while
Jock was asleep, for the cheese was gone
and a hole was cut in the knickerbocker


pocket, showing how mousie had managed
to get out.
And all that day Nurse kept wondering
how Jock had managed to wear such a hole
in his pocket.
It looks exactly as if you had gnawed
it, my dear," she said.
"And so it does," said Jock, but he said
nothing at all about the mouse.
This sort of thing had been going on
for a week, and at last one night Jock was
wakened out of a dream in which he had
fancied that a whole troop of horses were
riding in a circus round the top of his
He bounced up and shook himself, but
still the feet would keep pattering round
and round on the top of his head. He put
up his hand and dashed it across his hair,
and down fell his friend, the mouse, and
scampered away over the counterpane.
Now this was more than Jock could bear
without making a noise. To have a mouse
in his pocket hanging on a chair some yards
away was fun, but to have a mouse playing
at circus on his head was not so nice.
As he dashed the little mouse out of his
hair he gave a piercing yell that awakened
Nurse Green, and brought her pattering in

in a hurry to see what had happened to
"That nasty little mouse!" cried Jock
shuddering, and the next moment he was
very sorry he had said the words, for Nurse
caught at them immediately, and the little
boy feared that poor mousie's fate was
Nurse Green is one of those large, stout,
comfortable people who are always terribly
afraid of a mouse, and she now felt as much
frightened as if she had heard that burglars
had got into the house.
"Oh dear, dear!" she exclaimed, trem-
bling all over, "to think of a mouse having
found its way up to these rooms. We
might as well be living in a pantry."
Ha, ha!" laughed Jock, and buried his
head under the bed-clothes. It was great
fun to him to see great big Nurse in such
a state about a mouse.
Now, sir, I'm sure you must have been
putting cake in your pocket and scattering
the crumbs about, or a mouse would never
think of coming up here, no more than to
the top of the Monument."
"What is the Monument?" cried Jock,
popping up his head immediately.
"There!" said Nurse, with a shiver.

" I'm sure I'm not going to explain the
Monument to you in my bare feet in the
middle of the night. Go to sleep, Jock,
directly, and to-morrow night see if I don't
set a trap and catch that mouse!"
Jock did not like to hear about this at all,
and next day he implored Nurse not to set
the trap. He thought it very hard that the
poor little mouse should be caught and killed
all because he had taught it to come every
night to his room by putting crumbs of cake
on the floor.
Now, if Jock had said to Nurse, It was
my fault, because I put cheese in my pocket
and crumbs on the floor, and if I leave off
doing so, perhaps the mouse will not come
again. Do wait a little before you set the
trap;" if Jock had talked like that to Nurse,
perhaps she would have waited as he wished.
But Jock's great fault was this, that he
did not tell things which he ought to have
told. You are not to suppose that he was
untruthful. He would not have told a false-
hood on any account. But he was often
silent, when to be silent was almost as bad as
telling a fib.
Nurse set the trap with a large piece of
toasted cheese behind the bars, and placed
it in the middle of the floor in Jock's room.


Jock cried that night after he was in bed,
and hoped poor mousie would stay down-
stairs for once with his mother in the pantry.
He intended to lie awake all night to warn
his little friend of the danger, and drive him
away when he came near the trap; but un-
fortunately he fell asleep. In the morning
as soon as he awoke, there was the mouse
squeaking in the trap, and Nana coming in
at the door to dress Jock.
Jock was very miserable all the time he
was getting dressed; the squeaks of that
poor little mouse went to his heart.
At breakfast Nurse Green said to Nana,
"As soon as you have finished your tea
take the trap with the mouse in it out to
the stable and tell the stable-boy to drown
the mouse."
Jock's breakfast began to choke him,
and his heart seemed to swell up till it got
into his throat.
The other children cried, Oh, poor
mousie! Let us see it, Nurse," and "Oh!
why must it be drowned?"
Eat your breakfast, my dears," said
Nurse. You can't understand everything
yet awhile."'
Jock glanced over at Nurse, and it seemed
to him at that moment that she looked just

like the wicked ogre in the fairy tale book,
only dressed up in a cap and shawl. He
felt that he must do something desperate.
Nurse!" he said, "may I go into my
room to get my pocket-handkerchief?"
"Certainly, my dear."
Off went Jock and closed the door of his
room softly behind him. Then he flew at
the trap, pulled up the little door, and
mousie instantly flew out, scampered across
the floor and disappeared down its tiny hole.
Jock went and put his eye to the hole;
but he could not see the little mouse
rushing down the mice's staircase through
all the floors and along the many walls till
it reached its home under the pantry boards.
" I daresay its mother will give it a good
scolding," thought Jock, or its nurse. I
wonder do mice have nurses by the bye!
At all events, it won't be drowned. I will
stuff up this hole to prevent it coming back
to be killed!" said the little boy to himself,
feeling that he would rather never see his
tiny playfellow again than be the cause of
his getting put to death.
"Jock! Jock! what are you doing, letting
your breakfast get quite cold," cried Nana,
opening the door.
"Oh! you nanughy boy," she exclaimed


the next moment as her eye fell first on the
empty trap and then on Jock's face. "You
have let that wicked little mouse escape!"
It is not wicked," said Jock, stoutly.
"It is you who are wicked, all of you,
wanting to kill a poor little creature that
never did any of you any harm."
"Well, I never!" cried Nana, and im-
mediately went off for Nurse.
Jock was found standing in the middle of
the floor with his arms folded and a defiant
look on his face.
"Jock, I did not expect this bad conduct
from you," said Nurse. You are a disobe-
dient, deceitful boy-"
"Go away!" said Jock. "You are a pack
of murderers!"
Nurse Green turned quite pale, and Nana
"Where can he have learned such lan-
guage?" murmured Nurse.
Murderers are people who shed innocent
blood," said Jock. But I've saved the
mouse, so there! You can drown me if you
"I declare it sets my nerves all of a
shiver," said Nurse. "Nana, go to the
other children. Jock, you must come with
me!" and she took him by the hand and led

him into an empty room, or rather a room
containing nothing but trunks, which were
stowed away there when not in use.
Now, sir," said Nurse, "you must stay
here all alone till you acknowledge your
fault; and after dinner your mamma must
hear of it."
"All right," said Jock, "I will tell mamma
Nurse shut the door; and Jock was left
with nothing but the empty trunks for
For some time he amused himself by
opening and shutting the trunks, and ex-
amining them to find out the way they were
made. For a while he thought he would
like to be a trunk-maker, but after some
time he got tired of that, and began to look
about for some other entertainment. There
was nothing else in the place to play with,
and he went back to the trunks and pre-
tended to be both a trunk-seller and a lady
buying a trunk.
I want a good large one, you know, be-
cause I have a great many things to carry.
I must have room for my bonnets too, in
the tray."
"Oh! madam, won't you have a sepa-
rate one for bonnets? Here is a nice


handy thing! We make this kind for bon-
"But I don't want to have too many. I
have five children, Mr, Trunks, and Nurse
wants so much room to pack up their pina-
fores and things. The railways will hardly
take us."
"Five children, madam? That is a great
many. I hope they are all good?"
"They are very good children indeed;
all but one called Jock. He has turned out
quite wicked, and let a mouse escape out of
a trap-"
"And, oh dear!" cried Jock, breaking
down in his play and beginning to cry, I
wonder willmamma think me very wicked!"
He soon dried his tears, but he could not
go back to that play any more; so after
another despairing look round the room he
walked to the window which was standing
"Hullo! cried Jock, I see I can get out
on the leads!"
He soon hopped out and began to walk
along the leads, poking his little nose into
all the nooks and corners. Of course he
was in great danger, because he might have
fallen over some of the parapets; but he was
a cautious little chap with all his boldness,
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and looked carefully before him wherever
he went. He crept along by several win-
dows, clambering over one or two stone
divisions separating parts of the leads be-
longing to different houses. It was very
exciting for a time, but by-and-by when he
fancied he had seen all that was to be
seen, he thought of getting back to his own
window. At first he could not distinguish
it from other windows, but presently he
said, "Oh, there it is, standing open as I left
it!" and he began to slide in over the sill
and let himself down on the floor.
"Why, this not the trunk room at all!"
he said. I suppose it is one of the maids'
bed-rooms. Never mind. That is all for the
best, because now the door will be open!"
He tried the door and it was open; and
out walked Jock from his prison, and away
across the passage and in at the day-nursery
Nobody was there. The room was all
nicely tidied up, the hearth swept, and the
children's chairs against the wall. "They
are all gone out to walk without me!"
thought Jock. "Well, I must try and
amuse myself until they come back."
He opened the toy-cupboard and looked


I declare," he said, "here are some toys
I never saw before," and he sat down on
the floor and began to examine them.
Now perhaps you have guessed by this
time that Jock had got into the wrong win-
dow and was now in a strange house, the
house next door to his own mamma's and
papa's house. While he was sitting quite
contentedly looking at the toys the nur-
sery door opened and in walked a strange
Jock looked up and saw she was a tall
thin woman, not a bit like Nurse Green,
who was fat and comfortable; and Jock had
not the least idea who she was. But she
was the nurse belonging to the strange
house; the other children's nurse.
She gave a cry when she saw Jock.
"Mercy me!" she exclaimed, "wherever
did this strange little boy come from?"
"What strange little boy?" asked Jock.
You," said the tall thin woman.
"I am not a strange boy," said Jock
quietly. "It is you who are a strange
"Well, I never!" said the woman. "As
if I was not the nurse of this house!"
My nurse is fat and round," said Jock,
"and you are long and thin. And you are

a great deal uglier. I don't know what
brought you here at all."
The tall thin nurse began to get into a
"Jenny!" she called loudly; and in came
a nice young nurse-maid; but it was not
"Jenny, will you please tell this bad boy
who I am, this boy that seems to have got
in here out of the streets to insult me."
"Why, of course you are Nurse," said
Jenny. "Who are you, little boy?"
"I am Jock, and I am in my papa's
house," said Jock, "and nothing you can
say will make me believe that you two are
Nurse Green and Nana."
"The child is mad," said the tall thin
nurse, rolling up her eyes.
"Where are Bunko, and Rosie and
Kitty?" asked Jock, trying very hard to
keep from crying at the thought that these
strange women had got into his mamma's
house and driven all his own people out
of it.
It seemed to him as if magic must have
been at work since he was locked into the
trunk-room half an hour ago.
"Where are they all gone to ?" he shouted.
"Nobody's gone anywhere, only you have


no business to be here, whoever you are,"
said Jenny; and at the same moment a
flock of little strange children came running
into the nursery.
"Who is it? who is it?" they cried out,
gathering round Jock and staring at him.
"I don't know, I'm sure," said the thin
nurse. "Some little rascal that has got
down the chimney."
"You had better not say that again,"
said Jock, squaring up his fists. "I am not
a rascal, and I never came down a chimney,
and I want to know who you all are who
are keeping me from seeing my own brothers
and sisters, and my own nurses."
"Did you ever see such a bad boy?"
cried the tall nurse.
"He is not a bad boy, I'm sure," said the
eldest of the children, a nice little girl called
Dora. "Don't scold him, Nurse. I say, little
boy, what is your name?"
"My name is Jock."
"And where do you live?"
I live in this house,"
Now, is he not a naughty boy?" cried
"I will carry him down to mistress at
once," said the cross thin nurse, and she
flew at Jock.

"Oh! no, Nurse, don't touch him. He will
come down with me to mamma," said Dora
taking his hand kindly.
I will go anywhere you like with you,"
said Jock to Dora, "because you have a nice
voice and a nice face, and you do not call
me names."
But I do wonder where you came from,"
said Dora.
"I came from nowhere. This is my
house; and it is all of you who have come
from somewhere," persisted Jock. How-
ever, I'm glad you've come, because you are
"Come down to mamma," said Dora
softly, for she saw the long thin nurse just
getting ready to fly at Jock again. And
Jock and she walked out of the nursery
hand in hand.
I can't make it out," said Jock as they
went down stairs. "It's just as queer as
Aladdin and the Wonderful Lamp."
Do you know that story?" said Dora.
"Of course I do," said Jock, and then
the children arrived at the drawing-room
The nurse had come down straight after
them, and walked into the drawing-room

Here's a pretty thing, ma'am," she said.
"A strange little boy prowling about the
nursery while we were all out for our walk.
Sitting thieving at the toy-cupboard, and
giving impudence when he was caught."
"Mamma, mamma, he is not a thief!"
cried Dora, seeing the frown coming on
Jock's face again. He is a nice little boy
and has read Aladdin!"
I can't understand all this," said Dora's
"We found him in the nursery!" burst
forth Nurse.
Let the child tell his story himself,"
said Dora's mamma. Come here to me,
my dear," she said kindly, "and tell me all
about it."
"You are not my mamma!" said Jock.
"Oh, how I wish I had my own mamma!"
and poor Jock broke down at last, and cried
and sobbed as if his heart would break.
You can go upstairs, Nurse, and leave
him to me. Dora, you can stay. It is
all a mistake somehow, and we will try to
clear up the mystery."
The long thin nurse went away grumbl-
ing, and Jock was left alone with Dora and
her mamma.
Now, my dear," said the lady, putting

her soft hand on his head, "think a little
while and tell me where you were an hour
I think I was in the trunk-room, then,"
said Jock. Nurse Green locked me up
for letting my dear little mouse get out of
the trap. And I played at a trunk-seller
and a lady buying trunks; and then I got
tired, and I saw the window open, and then
I got out."
Out where, my boy?"
Out on the leads."
At the back of the house ?"
"Oh, yes. The trunk-room is at the
back, And I walked about; and one time
I nearly fell over."
"Good heavens!" murmured the lady.
"And then I got- tired of that too, and I
wanted to come in. And I got into the
house again through the open window; only
it wasn't the trunk-room, and I thought it
was one of the maids' bed-rooms."
"And then you went into the nur-
"Yes; and I saw they were all out, and
I sat down at the toy-press to wait for
them; and then a long, thin, cross woman
came rushing at me, and a lot of strange
people came in. And they have all been


strange ever since," cried Jock, with a fresh
burst of sobbing, and I'm afraid they will
never come back!"
You poor little stray child!" said Dora's
mother, taking him up in her arms. Don't
you see how it has all happened? You got
in at the wrong window, and came into our
house instead of your own!"
Jock stared, and then burst out laughing.
Oh, what a duffer I am!" he said. Of
course that's what I did."
Dora had been crying too, but now she
dried her eyes and began to laugh with
"Why, mamma, then he is the little boy
next door!" said Dora.
"Yes, my dear, and I fear his poor
mother will be in a sad state of anxiety
about him," said Dora's mamma. Ring
for my bonnet, Dora, and you and I will
take him home ourselves at once."
Jock's mamma was at this moment shut
up in her own room in dreadful trouble be-
cause her boy could not be found. She had
only just been told by Nurse Green that he
was missing, and that the whole house had
been searched for him in vain.
The awful part of it was this, that they
were all afraid Jock must have lost his

footing on the leads and fallen down from
the top of the house.
Imagine how delighted poor Mrs. Hazel
was when she heard Jock's voice at her
door, and the next moment held him in her
"Oh mamma, darling! I am so glad to
get you again!" he cried, 1 have been in
the next house, and I was so frightened,
and oh, it was such a funny mistake all the
Oh, my Jock, you have nearly killed
your mother. I thought my boy was lost
or dead."
I was only in the next house, mother,
after all; but it was dreadful!"
How did you get into the next house,
my child?"
"In at their window, mother, off the
leads. I thought I was coming back in
here. But oh, mamma, there is such a kind
little Dora down-stairs, and her mamma is
with her. Her mamma is nearly half as
nice as you. And they brought me back.
And they are afraid you are frightened."
Let us go down to them quickly, my
dear, and thank them for their kindness."
Jock and his mother went down to the
drawing-room at once, and there Jock's


mamma and Dora's mamma took each
other's hands and cried for a few moments
together, because they both felt how dread-
ful it would have been if Jock had been
picked up dead out of the gutter instead of
being brought in safe and well out of a
friendly neighbour's house.
And I may as well tell you here that this
was the very beginning of a life-long friend-
ship between these two mothers, who never
had known each other before.
After Jock had been gently scolded by
his mamma for his disobedience to Nurse,
and his thoughtlessness in going out on the
leads, he was forgiven; and his mamma
said there might be a cake in the nursery
for tea that evening, as rejoicing for Jock's
safe return.
It was a very good cake, I can tell you,
with raisins in it, and everything nice.
Nurse Green did not say anything more
about the mouse. A tear was in her eye
as she cut a great slice of cake for Jock,
and thanked God in her heart that he was
there alive before her. For Nurse Green
loved Jock very much, though sometimes
she would be angry when he was naughty.
As for Jock himself, when he looked at
his own nurse's kind, fat, comfortable face,


and heard her pleasant voice again, he re-
membered the long, thin, cross woman who
had bullied him next door. And he said
to himself that he would forgive Nurse
Green for wanting to drown poor mousie,
and that he would try not to be naughty
any more.




" HE next day Jock got the mumps,
and the day after that Rosie got
i them, and even little Ba had her
share of the mumps too. Everybody had
them but Kitty, who never had been sick
in her life, and she was very curious to
know what it was like to feel ill.
She thought it must be very nice to be
rolled up like something very precious, and
fussed over and petted, and have grapes
and oranges placed at her hand, and nice
toys and story books sent her by her
For all the children had a quantity of nice
things sent them by their friends as soon
as people knew they had got the mumps.
Even little Dora next door sent a pretty
paint-box to Jock, and Jock sat up in his

bed half the day painting pictures of people
he liked and people he did not like.
Bunko was quite better now, and he used
to come and order the pictures; and when
they were quite finished he made a little
Royal Academy at the end of the room,
where he hung up Jock's pictures for all the
world to see.
Then he would pretend that a great
crowd came in to look at the pictures, and
all the people said that Jock's pictures were
the finest in the show. Bunko would change
his voice every minute, pretending to be
all the people talking.
"Do you see that wonderful likeness
over there ?" he would say, "that is the long,
thin, cross nurse that lives in Dora's nursery.
Dear me! do you not recognize her?"
"Of course I do, I should know her
anywhere. She has the most remarkably
unkind face I ever saw."
Yes, indeed, I never saw such a cross
end of a nose."
That picture is not to be sold, Bunko!"
cried Jock out of his poultices. Nurse
Green has bought it to hang by the side of
her bed."
And then Nurse Green, who had just
come into the room, went off into a fit of


laughing, paid a hundred pounds for the
picture on the spot, and carried it off and
hung it up on the wall above her pillow.
While all this fun was going on poor
Kitty felt very lonely. Jock and Bunko
were kept in a room by themselves, and
that is how they came to have this play to-
gether with nobody else to join in it.
Rosie and Ba were in another room with
Nana taking care of them, while Nurse
Green went in and out of both little
hospitals, seeing that everything went right.
Rosie and Ba had funny little plays of their
own. Rosie's doll was a crossing-sweeper,
and swept a crossing all across the quilt;
and Ba's doll was a lady giving her a penny.
The lady had to climb over the rails of the
two cribs to get to the crossing-sweeper;
but that did not matter in the least. When
the two little girls were tired with their
play they lay down and chattered to each
other through the crib-rails. And they
had a very good time of it as you may
Now Kitty, as I told you, was very
lonely while all the other children were so
happy with their mumps and plays. She
had a governess who came in the mornings,
but lessons only lasted about two hours,

and then tnere was all the rest of the day
to be got through. Kitty was very fond
of story-books and read a great deal, but
still she missed her little playfellows, and
the plays they used to make all together in
the nursery. Her mamma used sometimes
to take her out for a walk, and then Kitty
was as happy as a queen.
One day her mamma took her into the
Crystal Palace Bazaar, which is a very
nice place for children, as I daresay you
know. Kitty walked all round the gay
stalls on her tip-toes, holding by her mam-
ma's hand. Some one was playing pretty
music somewhere, and Kitty danced along
feeling as merry as a little bird. Her
mamma stopped at each of the stalls and
allowed her to look at everything upon
them, only warning her gently not to touch
anything lest she should do mischief
Kitty declared she would not touch, and
she meant to keep her word.
"Now, Kitty," said Mrs. Hazel, "what
would you like to have? I am going to
buy you something nice."
"Oh, mamma, let it be a transparent
slate! I do so want a transparent slate."
Are you so fond of drawing, Kitty?"
Oh, I think I am. I want to try. I


can paint very well, you know, and now I
should like to learn to draw."
"You can paint, can you?"
Oh, yes; I have painted all the pictures
in my story-books. But I want to make
some pictures of my own."
"Well, my dear, you shall have the
"Thank you, thank you, mamma. Then
I shall have so many nice things that I like.
You know the things I like best in all the
world are these: story-books first, flowers
next, and paint-boxes afterwards."
"And then come transparent slates?"
Yes, I think so. I am going to try."
"And do I come in nowhere, Kitty!"
said her mother smiling.
"Oh, mamma, you are a person, and of
course you are the first of all the persons
that I love. I was only talking of my
I see. Well, let us get the transparent
The slate was bought, and done up in
paper, and Kitty was allowed to carry it
home herself. Then her mother bought
her some sweetmeats, and Kitty was in
great delight.
I wish I could end this chapter here, but
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I am obliged to tell you that after all her
pleasure that day poor Kitty got into
While her mother was waiting for change
of some money at one of the stalls Kitty
flew round to another stall where there were
some pretty toys, and began to look at
them very closely. And I am sorry to say
she quite forgot her mother's desire, and
her own promise that she should not touch
the toys. And she took one of them up in
her hands.
It was a mechanical toy dog, one which
you could wind up with a key so that it
could jump about by itself. Kitty had seen
such a dog before, and knew how it was
Worked. She took up the key which was
hanging round doggie's neck, and began to
wind it up as fast as she could.
Now I don't want you to think that
Kitty was a wicked little girl in doing this.
She really forgot for the moment that she
had promised not to touch. It was a great
pity she had not tried harder to remember;
but children will forget sometimes, won't
She wound up the dog in a great hurry,
and then she heard a click inside, as if the
spring had broken. She put the doggie


down on the floor, and he only sat looking
at her and did not move.
A great fear struck upon Kitty's heart
that she had broken the toy; and just at
that moment she heard her mother calling
her. She left the dog upon the floor and
flew after her mamma. Her mother took
her hand as before and walked quickly with
her out into the street.
Poor Kitty, her joy was all gone! She
walked along the streets with a pain going
through and through her. I have dis-
obeyed mamma," she was thinking, "and I
have broken the stall-woman's toy. I know
she will never be able to sell that dog to
anyone. And mamma thinks I am good
all the time."
"Why is my little girl so silent now?"
asked her mother presently.
I am very tired, mamma," said Kitty
Well, dear, we shall soon be at home,"
said her mamma pleasantly.
Oh, she does not know how naughty I
have been," thought Kitty; "and I cannot
bear to tell her,"
When Kitty was at home, and had got
her hat and coat taken off, and her slippers
and pinafore put on, she sat down at the

nursery table to draw on her slate. She
drew a great many pretty things, and for a
long time she did not think about the broken
dog at all. At last, however, she got tired
drawing, and then she sat still, staring be-
fore her, and she seemed to see that dog
that would not jump standing just where
she left him by the stall in the Crystal
Palace Bazaar.
Nobody will buy him," thought Kitty,
"and the lady at the stall will lose her
money. Mamma told me that was how it
would be if I touched and broke anything."
You see Kitty was a wide-awake little
girl, and she knew right from wrong ex-
ceedingly well. She felt like a little thief
sitting there with her pencil in her hand.
Oh, if I could only tell mamma," thought
Kitty, "but I know the words will stick in
my throat. Mamma will say I ought to
have told her at once. I know I ought,
but somehow there didn't seem to be time.
And she thought I was so good, and now
she will think me bad. And I did not
want to be bad; oh, dear! oh, dear!"
Now Kitty had always been praised for
telling the truth; too much praised, per-
haps, for she had rather prided herself on
never being tempted to conceal anything.


When Jock had sometimes got into trouble
for a want of frankness, Kitty had always
been pointed to as an example of a candid
And now she had got into a net of con-
cealment herself. How easily it had hap-
pened, and how little she had meant it!
She never could bear to hear herself praised
"Well, well!" sighed Kitty at last, "I
really cannot help it now. I did not intend
to break the toy, and I will try to forget
about it."
That night she did not feel well, and
the next morning she was very ill with the
She was a great deal more ill than any
of the other children. Her head ached and
she was sick all over. Lying flat in her
bed she wondered how she could ever have
longed to have the mumps. She had got
them now in earnest.
Nice things were placed beside her, and
she could not eat them. Even fruit she
could hardly taste. She wondered how
the other children could keep laughing in
the other rooms. The mumps were no fun
at all to her.
And all the time she thought that little

dog that would not go kept sitting beside
her bed and looking at her.
After a while she was so very sick that
her mamma stayed beside her constantly,
and would not leave her either night or
One night she sat up in her bed suddenly
and cried out, Oh, mamma, do send that
little dog away!"
"What little dog, my darling?" said her
mother, frightened at poor Kitty's cry.
"The dog I broke at the Crystal Palace,
mamma. Oh, I am so glad I have told
you! He always sits looking at me and
he will not jump about."
The dog you broke, my Kitty? You
did not tell me at the time?"
No, mamma, darling; and how I wish
I had! But, oh, now I have told you, do
you think he will go away?"
"My precious child," said Mrs. Hazel,
"you must get well first, and then we will
talk about it."
"Oh, no, mamma, let us talk about it
now. The woman has lost her money, for
nobody will buy a dog that cannot go."
Then Mrs. Hazel listened while poor
little sick Kitty confessed her fault.
And as soon as the little girl was well


enough they went together to the stall
where the dog had been, at the Crystal
Palace Bazaar.
A nice quiet-looking person in a black
dress was standing at the stall, and Mrs.
Hazel spoke to her.
My little girl says she broke a toy dog
of yours about a fortnight ago. I am sorry
to say she was afraid to tell of it at the
time. But now she has brought her own
money to buy the broken toy."
And it was true that Kitty had brought
all her savings for several months to buy
this dog, which she believed no one else
would have.
I don't think it could have been my dog,
madam," said the person at the stall; "for
I have only had one, and I have it still.
And he jumps about beautifully."
Oh, yes, it was here!" cried Kitty;
"here on this very spot," she said, going
round to the back of the stall. And-
why, this is the dog. I know him by the
blue ribbon round his neck."
Then, miss, you did not break him."
I wound him up very fast," said Kitty,
"and then something clicked inside of him,
and then he would not go."
"Sometimes they do that," said the stall

person, smiling; "and they come all right
when you give them a little touch. Look
here, missy; see how nicely he can jump!"
And, surely enough, there he did jump,
hopping so funnily all across the boards
that no one who looked at him could keep
from laughing.
"Oh, mamma, I am so glad he is not
broken! I suppose I may buy him all the
Certainly, my love. He will make a
great deal of fun in the nursery."
Kitty paid her money and took the
doggie in her arms. And as they went
home her mamma talked to her nicely about
her fault.
"You see, my child," she said, "how
much pain of mind you might have been
saved if you had only come to me on the
instant and said, 'Mother, I have broken
that toy!' We should then have gone
straight back and examined the dog, and
you would have discovered that no mischief
had been done."
I will never have a secret again," said
Kitty. "They are very, very dreadful things,
and make one feel so lonely. I will tell it
out straight in a moment before I have time
to get afraid."


And certainly that jumping dog did make
great fun in the nursery. How it hopped,
and how it sat up on its tail, and how it
stared at every one straight with its round
bright eyes, can never be quite believed
except by children who have had such a
doggie to jump for themselves.

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S'LHEN the children were all quite
better and the mumps had gone
away, Jock and Kitty agreed that
it would be very nice if they could have
Dora to tea in their nursery; and they
asked their mamma if she would give them
leave to invite her.
Mrs. Hazel was pleased at the idea, and
as Jock was Dora's particular friend he
was allowed to write the invitation. This
is the letter that Jock composed on his
My Dere dora,
Will you ask yure Mother
to allow you to come in to our Nursry for
Tee tomorrow at 5.
"Yure loving friend,


Nurse Green looked over his shoulder
and said there were some mistakes which
he had better correct before copying his
note upon paper. Jock was greatly sur-
prised, and could not believe there was an
i in "friend" until he looked in the diction-
ary, And he thought Dora looked much
prettier with a little d. For she is only
quite a little girl, you know, Nurse."
So she is, my dear; but I daresay she
knows how to write a letter."
Jock submitted to have his words cor-
rected. And the note was taken into the
house next door
The answer arrived very soon-a nice
little note, very correctly spelled, only writ-
ten in such large letters that it looked as if
Dora was speaking to Jock in an exceed-
ingly loud voice. This is how it ran:


At the proper time Dora arrived in a
nice little light blue frock and a white mus-
lin pinafore. The Hazel children all ga-


there round her, and Jock introduced her
to his sisters and brother.
"This is Dora!" he said. "Isn't she
nice?" And then they all felt quite com-
fortable together.
Nurse Green had spread the large round
table with quite a feast for tea. There was
a great cake full of raisins and citron, and
with almonds and sugar on the top. Then
there was a huge dish of crackers and an-
other of fruit. After tea the children played
at games, and Nurse taught them a charade.
A word was chosen, and Bunko got up
on the rocking horse, and pretended to ride
furiously along a race-course.
"What a beautiful bay horse!" cried
Kitty, who was a lady passing by, to Dora,
who was another lady.
"Oh, what a splendid bay!" said Jock,
who was a groom taking the horse's head
when the race was over.
"A wonderful bay!" said Nana.
"The finest bay I ever saw!" cried
And then that part of the charade was
In the second part Jock kept a shop and
all the rest of the children were his cus-


I must buy a pretty purse," said Dora,
tripping into the shop.
"And I must buy a pair of stockings,"
said Kitty, following her.
And I want a gun," said Bunko.
You must say 'buy,' Bunko, or it won't
do," said Nurse.
I want to buy a gun," said Bunko.
"And I will buy a doll's house," said
And then the second part of the charade
was over.
In the third part the whole word was to
be guessed. Kitty was dressed up in
Nurse Green's bonnet and mantle, and held
in her arms the largest doll the toy-press
could produce. The doll was wrapped up
in a long white cloak, and Kitty, as she
walked about, kept hushing it to sleep.
Go to sleep, baby, dear little baby. Go
to sleep baby, baby dear!"
"What a sweet baby!" said Dora.
"A dear baby!" said Rosie.
"A cross baby!" cried Jock.
"An ugly little baby!" said Bunko.
Then Nurse Green set all the children
to guess the word of the charade. And
the word was "baby," as I am sure you
already know. The first part was bay, and


the second was buy, and the third was
Jock took up his slate and wrote the
word Baybuy."
"Oh, Nurse!" he said, "I thought you
could spell better than that. Now, sup-
pose I had put bay-buy in my letter to
"We don't mind spelling in charades,
my dear. If the sound is right it will
"That's just what I think about every
kind of words," said Jock. I like to write
them down the way they sound."
After that the children played at hiding
the handkerchief. Bunko hid it in a drawer,
and Rosie behind a curtain, and Kitty put
it in a vase on the chimney piece, and Dora
got it squeezed in at the back of the clock.
But the cleverest thing of all was done
by Jock, who slipped the handkerchief in
under the carpet, spreading it out flat so
that it made no lump. Nobody could
find it that time, and Jock had to hide it
Ba insisted on being allowed to hide the
handkerchief. She called it a "pam-haff,"
for Ba's little talk was the funniest thing
you ever heard.


When she got the handkerchief to hide
she trotted about waving it in her hand,
and in the end she had to hide it in Nurse's
pocket, for she could not think of any other



STHINK I told you that the
';'"i mumps had quite disappeared
out of the nursery; but still Mrs.
Hazel was not satisfied with the health of
her children. She thought their cheeks
were not so rosy as they had been a month
ago, and make up her mind that they all
needed change of air.
If I could hear of some nice farmhouse
in the country," she said to Nurse, where
you and they could be taken in and fed on
fresh butter and cream, I should send you
all away for a month. I could not leave
town at present myself. But I know I can
trust them with you."
Nurse agreed with her mistress that the
children needed change; and Mrs. Hazel
spoke to Dr. Goodhart about the matter.
The end of it all was that a nice farmhouse


was discovered in a pretty part of the
country where Nurse and her flock could be
received. And off they all went one sun-
shiny morning.
The farmhouse was a great rambling
building with several large pretty gables,
and some queer windows that looked like
windows in an old picture. Farmer Dale
told the children that a great gentleman
had once lived in the house. But he was
dead long ago, and his family gone away
There were a great many noble trees
standing about the house, and oh, how the
birds did sing in their branches, right in
through the windows of the children's
The nursery was a wide, fine room, very
bare and very clean, with nicely sanded
boards and no carpet, except a little bit to
put under Nurse's feet. A great jar full of
wild flowers and grasses stood in the fire-
place, and an enormous brown press went
all across one wall. The room had a de-
licious smell of dried apples, and Mrs. Dale
said to Nurse that it was because she
generally saved the winter apples in this
room when there was nobody at home to
occupy it.
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There was a very large garden at one
side of the house, in which grew quantities
of both flowers and fruit. Apple-trees
covered with green apples stood among
the flower-beds and the beds of vegetables;
and the walls were all covered with peach
and plum trees. Gooseberry bushes were
ranged all along the paths, with great white
Sand orange lilies, and rose-bushes in be-
tween them. The gooseberries were quite
green and hard still, and so were the rasp-
berries, strawberries, and currants, which
had vast beds all to themselves in different
parts of the garden. The children looked
at them with longing eyes, and wished they
were ripe; but Farmer Dale forbade them
to touch one before he should give them
"They would make you ill as sure as
you live," he said, "and mind you keep
your fingers off them. When they are
quite ripe you shall have a real feast of
Poppie and Bet, the farmer's two little
girls, took the London children to see their
own little gardens which their father had
given them in a corner, and where they
worked in the afternoon when they had
come home from school. Poppie had some


marigolds, sweet-william, and gilliflowers
in her little bed; and Bet had a rose-bush,
some double-daisies, and some forget-me-
Poppie and Bet were two nice little curly-
headed girls in check pinafores and strong
shoes. It was great fun for Kitty and
Rosie to hear all about the plays and doings
of the country children.
There was a field outside the garden,
which was all surrounded by a close-cut
hedge, and in this hedge Poppie and Bet
had several dolls'-houses. It sounds funny,
does it not, when you hear of dolls living
in a hedge? But it is quite true that Bet
and Poppie had dozens and dozens of dolls,
and that they all lived in a hedge!
I am sure you have seen little hollow
places in a hedge that look as if something
ought to live in them. Some of them are
quite large holes, but when the fresh green
leaves grow out around them and line them
all through, then they get smaller, and be-
come pretty little parlours and drawing-
You are not to suppose that the dolls
that lived in these holes were wax ones like
Kitty's and Rosie's.
"Have you got any dolls?" said Kitty


to Poppie the first evening they all went to
play in the garden.
"Yes," said Poppie, "but not so many
as I had last summer. I have only a
"A hundred!" cried Kitty, clasping her
hands. Oh dear, do you call that not
many? I never had so many in my life."
How many have you got then?"
I have six, because I take care of them.
Rosie has only two, because she always
does something to hers. She kisses the
paint off them, and leaves them on the
fender, warming themselves till they melt,
or she pulls them about so that all the saw-
dust runs out at their elbows and knees!"
Bet and I have got a hundred each,"
said Poppie.
Oh, do show them to me!" cried Kitty.
"What a great large press you must have
to keep them in!"
"They never come into the house," said
Poppie, "they live in the open air."
"Oh goodness!" said Kitty, "doesn't
the rain destroy them?"
They live in the hedge," said Poppie,
"and the rain doesn't get at them. But
even when it does they do not hurt."
Do come and show them to me!" cried


Kitty. "Oh, here comes Rosie. Oh,
Rosie, Poppie has got a hundred dolls!"
How much is a hundred dolls?" asked
Rosie, opening her round blue eyes very
"Oh, I don't know, but it is a great,
great many!" cried Kitty. "She is going
to show them to us living in a hedge."
Away they all flew together, out at the
garden door, and across the neighboring
Here they are!" said Poppie, rushing
breathlessly up to the hedge. This is the
best drawing-room, where all the ladies are
sitting. Here are Dolly, and Annie, and
Catherine, and Elizabeth, and Isabella, and
Louisa, and Jane!"
Kitty stretched her little thin legs and
looked in at the drawing-room full of ladies.
Rosie was so fat and short that she had to
get on a stone to see properly.
But are those dolls?" asked Kitty in a
disappointed voice,
Of course they are dolls," said Poppy;
"what else could they be?"
I think they are only little bits of stick
with rags tied round them," said Kitty.
"Oh, that does not matter at all," said
Poppie, They are so pretty when you

know them. And they have all got names,
and they know how to do all sorts of
"Do they?" said Kitty, "what do they
"Oh, they sew, and read, and scold the
servants, and teach their children, and play
the piano, and ever so much more."
"Why are they not doing it now?" asked
Oh, because they are resting themselves
now. They do all those things when I am
away. They always rest themselves when
I am here."
But you never see them?"
That does not matter in the least," said
Poppie; "now I will show you another set
who are in the kitchen, doing their work."
She showed them a hole lower down in
the hedge where seven or eight other rag
and stick dolls were standing or sitting
about in much the same way as the others.
These look just the same as the ladies,"
said Kitty.
"Oh, no; they have only cotton clothes
on," said Poppie, "and the others are dressed
in silk and satin."
"Not much dressed," said Kitty, "only
little rags tied round them."


"That's the good of it!" cried Poppie;
" any little scrap does for a doll's dress, and
you can have as many as you please. How-
ever, if you do not like my dolls you need
not look at them."
"Oh, but I do like them!" said Kitty;
"only they look so funny after our dolls,
which are all of wax or china."
I am sure yours are beautiful," said
Poppie, "and I would like to see them, but
the good of ours is that we have such a lot.
Here is the dairy down here, and Martha
is churning."
"Which is Martha?"
"The long stick with the blue cotton
rag. We call her a tall person in a pretty
blue dress. She has yellow hair and rosy
I can't see her cheeks," said Rosie.
"That does not make the slightest dif-
ference," said Poppie; "when you pretend
everything you can have anything you like."
"Can you?" said Kitty.
"Of course you can," said Poppie.
"Theresa here has jet black ringlets, and
she wears a scarlet gown."
"I see," said Kitty, looking at the scrap
of red ribbon tied round the stick called

"Then we have a houseful of children
here," said Poppie, moving on along the
hedge. "They are sometimes very naughty,
and sometimes they play funny tricks. We
have a boy called Tom, who gives us a
great deal of trouble."
"Which is Tom?" said Kitty.
"Here, in the brown jacket. He is
standing in the corner now for being
naughty. And they all go to school. Here
is the school where we send them every
day. You see it is quite full of scholars."
"It certainly is great fun," said Kitty;
" I should like to have a hundred dolls of
my own."
"Ask your nurse if she has any rags and
scraps in her trunks," said Poppie. It all
depends on how many of them you can get.
You can find any amount of nice little twigs
about here."
"So we can," said Kitty; "and can you
find us some parlours and drawing-rooms?"
Oh, as many as you like!" said Poppie.
"And now will you show me your dolls?"
"That I will," said Kitty; and they all
fled off across the field again, and dashed
into the house and up the great brown stair-
case into the nursery."
"Softly! softly!" said Nurse. "Farmer


Dale will think there is a storm rising," as
Kitty rushed at the tall old chest of drawers
in the corner of the room. A drawer was
dragged out, and there lay Kitty's six dolls
-a grand madam dressed for a ball, a little
French lady, with costume and boots and
gloves complete, a little girl-doll in a frock
and pinafore, a servant-doll with a duster
and broom in her hand, and two baby-dolls
in long white robes. Poppie had never
seen such beauties in her life.
"Oh!" she cried, "how could you look
at my bits of sticks after these? But oh
dear! oh dear! I should be afraid to touch
"You needn't be afraid, Poppie; they
won't drop to pieces. Take them in your
arms and nurse them," said Kitty encourag-
Poppie held them one after another in
her embrace, examined their clothes, put
them to sleep, took them out to walk, and
did everything else that could be done
with dolls so fine as these. At last they
were returned to their drawer, and Kitty
began to tell Nurse about the rag and stick
people who lived in the hedge.
"They are far more fun, you know, than
wax and china dolls," she said. "And oh!

it is so delightful to think you can have a
hundred of them. Think of wholefamilies
of dolls, Nursie darling!"
I should like to see one," said Nurse.
"Oh! they look very badly when you
carry them about by themselves," said
Poppie; "all bare and ragged; and you
notice then that they have no faces or
hands. But when you see them all together
in their pretty green drawing-rooms in the
hedge, you can't think how nice they look,
-just as good as real people."
"Then I must go out after dinner and
have a peep at them," said Nurse Green.
"And oh, Nurse dear!" said Kitty,
"won't you look in your boxes and see if
you haven't some scraps of ribbons and
silks? Even bits of cotton will be of use
The more rags I can get the more dolls I
can have. And I want to have a hundred
dolls at once!"
Nurse very good-naturedly left her sew-
ing and went to rummage among her things
for rags. Kitty stood holding her pinafore
like a wide open bag to hold the scraps
which might be found. Nurse found a nice
parcel of bits of various materials which a
friend of hers, a dressmaker, had given her
to make patchwork. You will understand

what a kind, good nurse Mrs. Green really
was when I tell you that she robbed her
patchwork of these brilliant scraps in order
to give the children pleasure.
All that sunny afternoon Kitty and
Poppie and Rosie and Bet spent sitting on
a green slope beside the hedge, making
dolls to put in Kitty's new dolls' apart-
ments, which were some of the holes among
the leaves. The hot sunshine had moved
to the other side of the field, and the chil-
dren were able to take off their sun-bonnets
and sit in the cool shade. They clipped
the nice bright bits of silk and satin and
stuff into stripes to tie round the twig dolls,
and then they plucked the smoothest rods
they could find, and broke them up into
little bits of three or four inches long.
Every little piece of twig got a nice morsel
of stuff tied round it, and there it was-a
doll. When fifty dolls were made they
had to be named, and it was great fun find-
ing names for them all. The names were
to be remembered by the colours. Alice
was in pink, Julia in blue, Amy in purple,
Jemima in yellow.
"Fifty will do for this evening," said
Kitty. "I do so want to see them at home
in the hedge."

You can send in a char-woman to put
the rooms in order," said Poppie. I will
make you a char-woman in a minute. Here
she is, you see, in an ugly gray linen rag."
"Beautiful! cried Kitty.
"And while she is at work," said Poppie,
" we shall be busy enough giving our dolls
their tempers."
Tempers? said Kitty.
"Oh, yes! You know they would all be
the same if they were not different. Now
Jemima here is so sulky that sometimes it
is downright dreadful to live with her.
Alice has a very sweet temper. Julia is
peppery, but she is very kind. Amy will
cry at the least thing; and Caroline is
always flying into a passion."
Kitty was in raptures with this new idea.
"And we had better make some of them
clever, and some of them stupid," she cried,
clapping her hands, "and some of them
idle, and others industrious. Dear, dear!
what a time I shall have with a hundred of
them. What do you do, Poppie, when
they get outrageous ?"
"Put them in disgrace," said Poppie;
"all the naughty ones by themselves, arid
don't go near them for two or three days.
They soon get tired of being treated like

that; and are glad to see you coming to
forgive them."
"This is delightful!" said Kitty. Now
my dolls have such goody faces, every one
of them, that you cannot imagine them
bad. I have often tried to pretend they
were cross and angry, but when I saw
them smiling at me I thought they looked
so much better than me that I could not
scold or punish them."
"That is the best of these dolls," said
Poppie. They have no faces, and so you
can pretend anything you like with them.
They never look either good or bad if you
come to see them quite close, and so you
can have them anything you please."
After the fifty new dolls had got their
names and their tempers and characters all
bestowed on them, the children proceeded
to arrange them in their apartments in the
hedge, and even Nurse Green admitted
that they looked a very gay company in
their pleasant home among the leaves.
When all this was done Nurse told the
children that it was quite tea time, and that
they had better return with her to the
So the remaining precious scraps of
silks and stuffs were carefully put in a

bag, and it was decided that no more dolls
need be made till to-morrow. And they
all went in to their tea, and found that Mrs.
Dale had baked some exceedingly nice tea-
cakes for them, which she had buttered hot,
and was keeping in the oven.
I was just going to send out for you,
Mrs. Green," she said, "for if your young
folks be like the young folks I know, they
will enjoy one of my home-made cakes for
their tea."
And so they did, I can tell you. And
that night Kitty dreamed that she had a
thousand dolls, and that they were all walk-
ing and talking round her. One of them
was so naughty that she thought she must
punish it; but it ran all round the field, and
scampered so fast that she could not catch
it. Then she thought it turned into a frog,
and sat croaking at her in a wet place at
the bottom of the field.
"Oh dear! what a funny dream!" said
Kitty, rubbing her eyes after she wakened
and saw the sun shining. I wonder how
my hedge dollies really are this morning!"



"THINK I told you that the
little Hazels hoped Farmer Dale
S__ would give them all gardens of
their own while they stayed at the farm; and
so he did, for he was a very kind man.
He marked off a piece of ground about
two yards square for each child, and the
little gardens lay below a high wall which
was covered with unripe fruit.
The farmer dug up some roots of simple
flowers that could not be hurt by trans-
planting, and put them down again in the
children's beds; each child having a little
spade and rake to keep their gardens in
All were satisfied but Bunko. He wanted
to see his garden crowded with blooming
flowers, the best that were to be seen about
the place. He grumbled a good deal, and


said he did not care about a garden unless
it was as handsome as could be.
"Very well, my dear," said Nurse. "You
can give up your bed again to Farmer
However, Bunko did not mean to do any
such thing. Instead of that he did some-
thing very naughty, which I am going to
tell you about.
He got up very early one morning and
dressed himself without making any noise.
Then he looked in Nurse Green's work-
basket where he found her large scissors,
and he ran out to the garden with them in
his hand.
It was a most lovely morning, the birds
all singing, and the sun shining on the
flowers sprinkled with dew. Bunko marched
round and round, and up and down all the
garden paths, looking for the finest newly-
blown roses, and the handsomest blossoms
of all kinds. Wherever he saw a beautiful
flower he cut it off almost by the head, and
ran away and stuck it down in the mould of
his garden bed.
Before breakfast time his garden was all
blooming with the finest flowers, but not
one of them could grow, of course.
"Come and see my garden," he said to


the other children after breakfast. Such
beautiful flowers have come up in the
"Have they really!" cried Kitty, and
Rosie clapped her hands. Perhaps they
have come up in mine too!" said she. But
Rosie's was a very shaggy little garden,
and her plants were not likely to take root
because she was always poking at them
with her rake.
Bunko led them all off to the garden, and
there was his bed completely covered with
beautiful flowers.
How strange!" said Kitty, "and they
have such little short stalks too. Did you
plant any seed last night, Bunko?"
No," said Bunko, getting very red. He
did not want to tell any fibs about the matter,
but he was determined to give everyone a
The children stood all round wondering
at Bunko's treasures, when presently Nurse
Green was seen coming down the path.
Then Bunko began to feel uneasy, for he
knew that Nurse would find him out.
Look, Nurse, look at Bunko's garden!"
cried Rosie, running to meet Nurse.
"Well, you have a show of flowers,
Bunko!" said Nurse, coming up to the spot.
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"But stay; why, these are cut flowers-
all cut off by their heads and stuck down in
the earth."
"Oh, no, Nurse! Bunko says they grew
up last night."
I didn't quite say that," said Bunko,
beginning to shift about from one leg to the
other, I meant they all got here since
last night."
And my best work-scissors lying on the
damp path!" exclaimed Nurse. "Well, you
are a naughty boy, Bunko, When did you
do all this mischief?"
I don't think you need call it mischief,"
said Bunko. "The bed looks beautiful, I'm
sure. I got up quite early this morning and
did it when you were all asleep."
"And stole Mrs. Dale's flowers?"
"I did not steal them," said Bunko, ready
to cry. I cut them off quite carefully and
stuck them in the ground. They are get-
ting on beautifully here, and there are plenty
more upon the bushes still."
"Well, I'm sure I don't know what Mr.
Dale will say to you," said Nurse.
"Will he be angry?" said Bunko.
I should think he would, to see you
behave so after all his kindness. You had
better go and tell him yourself," said Nurse,


" I know I should be ashamed to speak of
your conduct."
I would rather tell Mrs. Dale," said
Bunko, after a few minutes' reflection.
"Then go, my dear, at once. She is in the
kitchen making such a nice pudding, and all
for the dinner of a naughty boy. I don't
know how I can allow you to have any
of it."
Bunko's face grew very long at hearing
this, for he was exceedingly fond of nice
things to eat. He turned away and walked
down the garden path very slowly, and when
he got as far as the outside of the kitchen
window, he stood looking in and felt afraid
to venture any further.
Mrs. Dale was busy making her pudding,
and her hands were all covered with flour.
Glancing up, she saw Bunko standing out-
side the window watching her, and looking
very anxious and sorrowful.
She nodded and smiled at him kindly.
"Do you want anything, my dear?" she
said, but Bunko could not hear her through
the window. Then she dusted the flour off
her hands and flung the window open.
Do you wish for anything, Bunko?"
It isn't that, Mrs. Dale," said Bunko;
'but I'm dreadfully afraid you'll be angry.

Nurse says you will not give me any pud-
ding when you hear it."
"Oh, come now!" said kind Mrs. Dale,
"it must be something very bad indeed to
deserve such a punishment as that!"
Mrs. Dale knew that Bunko was fond of
cakes and puddings, and she was the sort of
pleasant woman who likes to give people
what they enjoy. She was quite sure be-
fore the little boy told his fault, that what-
ever it might be she would not deprive him
of his pudding.
Bunko, however, did not know this, and his
heart was getting heavier and heavier. Nurse
had thought the cutting of the flowers such
a shocking piece of naughtiness; and Mrs.
Dale's puddings were so extremely good,
nicer, because newer to him than the sweets
he was accustomed to at home. This one,
he could see, was a strawberry-jam roll,
with the ends left on, which Bunko thought
the most delicious thing that could be made.
However, he thought he had better come
out with his confession at once and know
his fate.
I cut a lot of flowers in the garden," he
said, "and stuck them down to make my bed
look pretty."
Well, that was rather naughty of you,"


said Mrs. Dale. You know you ought to
have asked me first."
I was afraid you would not allow me,"
said Bunko. If I had thought you would
I should have asked you."
Mrs. Dale laughed. "That is frank at all
events," she said. You were determined
to have the flowers at any cost."
Yes," said Bunko, I wanted to boast
over the girls. And they were so surprised
at first; only Nurse came and told, they
never would have found it out."
"Well, my dear, I'm sure I'm glad you
made your garden pretty for once," said
Mrs. Dale, smiling again at Bunko's big
troubled eyes which were fixed on her face;
" only you mustn't do it again, because we
like our flowers to-last on the bushes. You
can bring the ones you have cut into the
house, and we will put them in water in a
"And-" began Bunko, still looking
Well, my dear?"
"Do you think you can let me have
my pudding?" asked Bunko.
Bless your heart, yes!" laughed Mrs.
Dale. "Run away and tell Nurse that
she mustn't be too hard upon you!"


Oh! thank you," cried Bunko, breaking
into beaming smiles; and then he flew away
as fast as he could to tell his good news in
the garden.
"She isn't a bit angry, and she will give
me my pudding, and she says she is glad
my garden looked pretty for once, and that
Nurse is not to be too hard upon me!"
Nurse shook her head. "I am afraid
Mrs. Dale is going to spoil you, my boy,"
she said. "You must try to be very good
after being so easily forgiven."
"Oh! she didn't think it so dreadful at
all," said Bunko, quite conceitedly. Having
got out of his trouble he began to think he
had done rather a clever thing. "Mrs.
Dale says she wants these flowers when I
have quite done with them, and is going to
put them in water in a jar."
"I am afraid you are not a good boy
yet," said Nurse; "however, I hope you will
take care and not get into another scrape.
Kitty, you may help Bunko to gather up
the flowers for Mrs. Dale."
"No, I would rather gather them all
myself," said Bunko. "Go away, Kitty,
and mind your own affairs."
Bunko, did you not hear me speak?"
said Nurse.

I did not want to hear you," said Bunko.
" Mrs. Dale is a far kinder woman than you
Bunko, put down those flowers and go
away by yourself till I have time to talk to
you," said Nurse. And Bunko dropped
the flowers out of his hands suddenly all
about the path, and walked off whistling,
with his hands in his pockets.
Nurse and Kitty and Rosie then began
to gather the cut flowers, taking them all
up out of the earth, into which they were
loosely stuck.
They were so busy picking out the flow-
ers and shaking the mould off their stalks
and putting them together, that they did
not notice what little Ba was about. In
the meantime she was hard at work just
behind them tugging at a root of primulas
in Poppie's bed, which she thought ought
to come up as well as the others. They
did not know what she was doing till they
heard a fall and a cry, and there was Ba
flat on her back on the path, with her
little fat legs in the air, and the clump
of uprooted primulas clasped in her
The root had given way with her sud-
denly, and she had fallen, of course.


"Oh, Ba, Ba, what have you been doing?"
said Nurse, picking her up.
"Me poof fows too?" said Ba, winking
off her tears and flourishing her root. She
meant to say that she had been pulling up
the flowers too.
Ba is too small to poof the fows," said
Nurse; and she gave the root to Kitty to
plant again; and then they all went in to
Bunko had his pudding with the rest,
and Nurse did not say anything to him
about his rudeness to her. She expected
that he would come to her at some quiet
moment in the afternoon when the other
children were not with her, and ask her
pardon, as he had been used to do before.
But the day passed over and Bunko did
not show any signs of repentance.
The next morning Bunko wakened again
very early, and he lay thinking of what fun
he had had the day before, and how Mrs.
Dale had not thought him very naughty.
He had had his pudding, and even Nurse
had not scolded him for his rudeness to
her. It was very nice being here, he
thought, where you could do what you liked
and the people of the place did not think
you naughty. It was only nurses who

thought people so very naughty, and even
Nurse Green did not say so much now that
Mrs. Dale took his part.
Thinking over all this Bunko made up
his mind that he would have a little more
fun, and he got up and dressed himself and
went out to look around him.
Into the garden he went as before, and
marched about; and he soon began to ex-
amine the fruit on the trees, and he felt
quite sure that a great deal of it was ripe.
Farmer Dale had said the children were not
to touch it till it was ripe, and that as soon
as it should be so he would give them a fine
feast of it.
Bunko looked at the gooseberries as they
hung on the bushes, and noticed that a great
many of them had turned red. They were
certainly quite hard, but then why should
they turn red unless they were ripe? Bunko
picked first one and then another off the
bushes, and put them into his mouth. They
were not sweet, but they had a sharp, sour
flavour which Bunko liked greatly. He
stopped at one bush eating for about ten
minutes, and then he filled his pockets with
gooseberries and walked on.
Presently he noticed a branch of an apple-
tree loaded with a great many apples, and

some of these, though quite green, had
streaks' of red upon their sides. Bunko
said to himself that they were as ripe as
possible, and he ate about five or six of
them while he strolled about the garden
When breakfast time came he was not
very hungry. Nurse asked him if anything
was the matter, but he said, Oh, no, noth-
ing at all." He looked very pale, however,
and could hardly swallow a morsel of bread.
Breakfast was hardly over before Bunko
began to twist himself about.
"What is the matter with you, Bunko?"
said Nurse.
I think my milk was too hot or too
cold, or something," said Bunko.
It was neither hot nor cold," said Nurse;
"just warm-as nice as possible for a little
boy's breakfast."
"Then there must have been knives
baked up in the bread," said Bunko, "for
something is stabbing me awfully."
Stabbing you!" said Nurse.
Oh, oh, o/!" roared Bunko.
"What is the matter with the child?"
exclaimed Nurse.
"Pains!" shouted Bunko. Pains! pains!
pains! Something is tearing me to pieces!"


He had now wriggled down from his
chair and was rolling about. Nurse took
him up in her arms, and as she did so she
felt the hard gooseberries in his pocket like
a lump against her arm.
"What have you got in your pocket,
Gooseberries," roared Bunko. They
are quite ripe."
Oh, my goodness!" said Nurse. No
wonder the child has got pains."
She carried him in her arms into Mrs.
Dale's parlour.
"Mrs. Dale," she said, "here is a little
boy well punished for stealing your goose-
I didn't steal!" shouted Bunko. Far-
mer Dale said I might have some when
they were ripe."
Nurse turned out his pocket, and a plate-
ful of hard green gooseberries rolled from
Oh, oh, oh!" bellowed Bunko.
"We must give him some hot ginger,"
said Mrs. Dale kindly, but she was really
shocked at this second piece of naughtiness
of Bunko's.
By this time Bunko was in such a dread-
ful state of pain that they had to undress

him and put him in a hot bath, and then
into bed Nurse dosed him with rhubarb,
a thing he hated, but he had to swallow it.
After an hour or two the pains began to
get better, and he fell asleep.
When he wakened he found Nurse sitting
at his bedside, and he sat up and threw his
arms round her neck.
Oh, Nurse !" he said, I am so sorry.
I see how bad I have beeh."
"Yes, dear, you have been naughty, and
ungrateful to Mr. and Mrs. Dale. But if
you are really sorry we need not say much
more about it. You have been punished
quite enough by suffering so much pain.
But I don't think you were sorry for your
first naughtiness, Bunko?"
No, I wasn't," said Bunko. Mrs. Dale
was so kind that I thought it was all right
and I couldn't have been really so bad.
And then I was rude to you."
Yes, that pained me very much, dear.
But I thought you would be sorry when
you came to think of it."
I suppose God sent me the pains to
make me sorry," said Bunko. And, in-
deed, I am sorry. I will try never to be
so bad again."
So then Nurse and Bunko hugged and


kissed, and the little boy was put into his
clothes again, and went back to the other
children looking quite weak and pale.
That evening he asked pardon of Mr.
and Mrs. Dale, and promised not to disobey
them any more.

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"i7T was beautiful sunny weather, and
the children were out of doors
__l aall the livelong day taking plea-
sant walks in the shady woods or playing
under the trees nearer home.
The farmer's men had already begun to
cut hay down in the great meadow, and
Bunko and Jock were often there, as the
farmer liked to take them with him and to
show them how the hay-making was done.
Kitty and Rosie were often left to make
plays for themselves, for Nurse did not like
them to go down to the meadow without
her. In the daytime, while Ba took a sleep,
Nurse would sit beside her, and then Nana
would take her sewing out under a tree and
allow the two little girls to frisk about at
their will.
One day Kitty was tired of all the plays


she had invented Poppie and Bet were
still at school, and Rosie, though a dear,
good, little thing, and always ready to do
anything Kitty told her, was not quite quick
enough or old enough to be always a satis-
factory companion for Kitty.
Kitty had been lying under a tree turn-
ing over the pages of an old fairy-tale book
and looking at the pictures. Suddenly she
jumped up and cried out,
I have it! Rosie, you and I will pre-
tend to be fairies!"
But we aren't fairies," said Rosie.
"Of course not. That's the fun of it,"
said Kitty. If we were we needn't pre-
No," said Rosie; "we'd be real fairies
"We are going to pretend," said Kitty.
"Oh yes; we will pitend," said Rosie.
"Now, just look here," said Kitty, show-
ing a picture in the book. "There's no dif-
ference between that fairy and us except
that she has wings and stands upon one leg
with a long rod in her hand. That's her
wand, and you see how she points her other
"What is it pointing at?" asked Rosie.
"Oh, nothing!" said Kitty. "What does

that matter? Now, Rosie, try if you can
stand on one leg and point your other toe.
I'm afraid you're too fat."
"Am I?" said Rosie, lookingdisappointed.
"I think so," said Kitty "Fairies are
always thin like me. But perhaps there
might be a fat fairy now and again. Try
if you can stand on one leg."
Rosie tried, and with great difficulty
drew up one little, short, fat leg, and stood
shaking and wavering on the other.
Now, hold out one of your arms, and
here is a rod for a wand. You must slant
yourself off as if you were just going to fly
away. This way, you see."
And Kitty threw herself into the attitude
of the fairy at once, and stood so quite
Rosie tried to imitate her, but over-
balanced herself and rolled over on the
"That is it, you see," said Kitty shaking
her up again, "you're too fat."
"I'm too fat," echoed Rosie discon-
"You must try again," said Kitty. There,
that is better. We must take off our pina-
fores and put wreaths of flowers round our
heads. That will make such a difference,


you know, that nobody will know us. I
will be a good fairy and you will be a bad
Rosie's little red lip went down. "I
don't want to be a bad fairy," she said.
Oh, you little goose! As if it mattered.
It's only pretending, you know."
Oh, yes, it's only pitendin'!" said Rosie,
cheering up.
I would let you be the good one if you
liked," said Kitty, "only the good fairies
who grant the wishes and things in the
pictures are always thin. I don't know
whether the bad ones are fat or not; but
at all events it will make more variety if
you are bad; as you see I have to be
Very well," said Rosie, I will be bad."
That point settled the little girls sat
down to make the crowns of flowers which
they were to wear on their heads as fairies.
Large white daisies with round gold hearts,
and sweet-smelling woodbine, and wild pink
roses out of the hedge were all woven to-
gether very cleverly by Kitty, who had a
great love for flowers, and could arrange
them very nicely. When Rosie's wreath was
finished Kitty put it on her little sister's
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