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ROSABELL'S ADVENTURE
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With Tweenly Illustrations.
BOSTON
D. LOTHROP AND COMPANY
32 FRANKLIN STREET.
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COPYRIGHT, I883.
D. LOTHROP & COMPANY.
LIT-TLE ROS-A-BELL'S AD-
VEN-TURE.
Lit-tle Ros-a-bel liked sto-ries
the best of any-thing in the
world ; and she be-lieved that
all her lit-tle pict-ure books
were true, and 0, how she did
wish she were a stor-y-book
girl her-self, and that such
things would hap-pen to her.
Dear lit-tle Ros-a-bel, she used
to go out in the green lanes
LIT-TLE ROS-A-BELL'S AD-VEN-TURE.
and grass-y dells and hunt for
fair-ies, and list-en for talk-ing
birds and talk-ing flow-ers.
And one day lit-tle Ros-a-
bel thought she would try one
of the sto-ries and see if it
would come true with her.
She chose the sto-ry of Lit-tle
Red Rid-ing-hood," be-cause
she had a red hood and be-
cause she knew a poor old
wor-an who lived a-lone in an
old house. So she put a pat
of but-ter and a cust-ard-pie in
a lit-tle bask-et,tied on her red
hood, and started a-way. But
LIT-TLE ROS-A-BELL'S AD-VEN-TURE.
there were no woods to go
through, and so no wolf came
a-long. Ros-a-bel called" Wolf,
Wolf!" man-y times, but no
wolf came. When she came
to the old house she tried to
reach the big knock-er. But
she couldn't, so she knocked
with her lit-tie knuck-les. A
ver-y thin, low voice said, Lift
the latch and come right in "
Ros-a-bel did, and there was a
poor old grand-moth-er right in
bed, just like the stor-y!
O, have you any thing to eat
in that bask-et ? said the voice.
LIT-TLE ROS-A-BELL S AD-VEN-TURE.
" I have sprained my an-kle
and I can't walk, and there has
no-bod-y been here for two
days, and I am al-most starved,
and I want some-bod-y to go
for a doc-tor. Can you go?"
Yes, Ros-a-bel could. A-way
she ran to mam-ma, ,and mam-
ma and the doc-tor both came.
So Ros-a-bel was not on-ly in a
real sto-ry her-self, but she al-so
did a great deal of good.
OUT WIT-TED.
Three lit-tle tab-by coats all
in a row
Moth-er Puss loves them,
this I know;
Pet nam-ed them Pearl-y, Fred
and Dick -
Nice lit-tie tab-by coats, so
smooth and slick!
"You can't keep them," broth-er
Ned said,
Fold-ing his arms, and shak-
ing his head;
OUT-WIT-TED.
"Our fish they'd catch, our
birds they'd kill,
I'll find them a place by
the old red mill!"
In-to his lap, lit-tle Pet
climbed,
Round his neck her chub-by
arms twined,
But coax-ing was vain, though
a close em-brace
Drew the ro-sy mouth to her
broth-er's face.
Ned was gone, on-ly Pet and
Puss,
To guard the dar-lings, but
now, for-sooth!
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OUT-WIT-TED.
Where should they go, to be
safe from harm,-
Up-stairs, down-stairs, or in
the big barn?
No trace of tab-by coats, in-
doors or out;
"Moth-er Puss stares at this
bust-ling a-bout;
Pet smiles de-mure-ly when
none ocn see,
Whis-pers No-bod-y knows,
Tab, but you and me!"
Mam-ma found in her hat-box
three fun-ny things,
All curled up in soft, wool-ly
rings
OUT-WIT-TED.
Called, Pet, Pet! Oh look!
oh do!"
Laugh-ing, she said: "Tab lug
ged one, and I lugged two!"
THREE MOD-EL MICE.
Once on a time-the sto-ry-
book time when an-i-mals wore
clothes and could talk --there
were three mod-el mice. Their
names were Gray Cloak, Fine
Ear and Sat-in Slip-per.
Sat-in Slip-per had a spoon of
her own, Fine Ear had a knife,
and Gray Cloak owned a fork.
One day they thought they
would club the knife and the
THREE MOD-EL MICE.
fork and the spoon to-geth-er,
and keep house. As they
were mod-el mice, they eas-i-ly
THEY ATE FROM THE SAME EGG.
a-greed where to live. They
chose Farm-er Jones cel-lar,
be-cause there were bar-rels of
ap-ples, bas-kets of eggss,and
THREE MOD-EL MICE.
shelves loaded with good-ies,
and an egg, or an ap-ple, or a
stray cake would not be missed.
I lived once," said Gray
Cloak, "in the cel-lar of a
wom-an who bought by the
doz-en or the dime's worth,
and she missed the least lit-
tle thing at once, so that fi-
nal-ly I left in dis-gust."
Such good times as those
three mice had! The cel-lar
had a smooth, wa-ter-limed
floor, a beau-ti-ful place to play
mar-bles, blind-man's-buff and
Kit-ty-Kit-ty-cor-ner. They al-
THREE MOD-EL MICE.
ways ate from the same egg,
and as Farm-er Jones kept his
cats at the barn, there was
noth-ing to spoil their com-
fort for many years.
THREE BA-BIES.
Three ba-bies sit-ting in a row,
Sweet-er than hon-ey is, I know.
Said Ba-by Em, to Ba-by Jay:
"I think we'd bet-ter run a-way.
"Out in the gar-den we will go,
To see the ro-sy, po-sies blow,
To see the plums hang ripe
and sweet,
And get us one a-piece to eat!"
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THREE BABIES.
" yes, O yes," said Ba-byJay;
" It is a love-ly, sun-ny day;
And plums are nice! let us go!
I'm tir-ed of sit-ting in a row."
Said Ba-by Em to Ba-by Zee:
"If you'll be one, we will be
three.
The plums are good; you'd
bet-ter come."
But Ba-by Zee just sucked his
thumb.
So Ba-by Em and Ba-by Jay,
Two naugh-ty ba-bies, ran
a-way.
THREE BA-BIES.
And two mam-mas ran aft-er
them,
And caught the ba-bies, Jay
and Em;
And bore them home in sad
dis-grace,
While tears rolled down each
ba-by face;
And gave them sups of milk
and bread;
And put them in their lit-tlebed ;
And one mam-ma gave Ba-by
Zee,
Who didn't run a-way, you see,
THREE BA-BIES.
But stayed at home and sucked
his thumb,
A great big, nice big, sweet big
PLUM!
A LIT-TLE MAS-TER.
Floss and Fluff were the
hap-pi-est dogs in the world.
Floss knew how to snap, and
Fluff knew how to whine,
and if they had been let to
go hun-gry, or cold, or had
been scold-ed, they'd have
been cross, naught-y dogs.
But Floss and Fluff had
a good mas-ter. Hle was a
lit-tie boy on-ly six years
A LIT-TLE MAS-TER.
old, but he was a first-rate
mas-ter. His pa-pa said when
he brought Floss and Fluff
home:
Now, Fred-dy, just as
long as these lit-tie fel-lows
are hap-py, just so long they
are yours!"
Fred-dy knew what that
meant. He fed his beau-ti-ful
pets at reg-u-lar hours ev-er-y
day, and e-ver-y day he combed
and brushed them, and ev-er-y
day he took them out for a
a frol-ic, and they had their
baths at the right time, and
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FLOSS AND FLUFF.
A LIT-TLE MAS-TER.
he nev-er held up a bone and
did not give it to them. Be-
cause he was so prompt and
true and kind, Fred-dy was
hap-py, and so were Fluff
and Floss.
FEED-ING KIT-TY.
You see I have a bit of meat,
I want the pus-sy-cat to eat;
I'd give it to her on a fork,
But mam-ma says that is-n't
neat.
I'll feed her at the kitch-en
door,
Her lit-tle dish is on the
floor;
FEED-ING KIT-TY.
And when she's eat-en this, I
know
She'll mew, and mew, and ask
for more.
MEAT FOR KIIT-Tl
HOW DAN-NY SAID HE WAS
SOR-RY.
Dan-ny was a hand-some lit-
tle boy, but not al-ways a
good lit-tle boy. Some-times
he was so naught-y that you
could see sparks of fire in
his soft black eyes, and he
would dou-ble his chub-by lit-
tle hands up in-to fists, and
stamp his feet, and look ex-
act-ly as though he were go-
ing to strike some-bod-y.
HOW DAN-NY SAID HE WAS SOR-RY.
One day when mam-ma
was sick with head-ache he
had one of these bad times
with his tem-per.
I don't wish to walk with
El-len," he cried, an' I won't
I want a play-walk with you,
mam-ma! El-len don't talk
with me, an' she won't let
me drive her at all! I want
a play-walk with my mam-ma,
I say! Do you hear, mam-
ma ?
Mam-ma heard. She felt
as though the naught-y lit-tle
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a stamp right on her head.
She knew ver-y well it was
nicer for a lit-tle boy to walk
with a mam-ma who would
a-muse him and fake part in
his lit-tle plays, than with a
nurse, but she could not go,
and when Dan-ny stamped
and roared, he had to be sent
out of the room quick-ly, and
with-out e-ven a kiss.
It was a much-a-shamed
lit-tle boy that went stub-bing
a-long in the dust right in
the mid-die of the road a
half-hour aft-er. His lit-tie
HOW DAN-NY SAID HE WAS SOR-RY.
heart was strug-gling to find
some way to say how sor-ry
he was. There were no flow-
ers to pick for a nose-gay, and
it was too late for e-ven a
stray black-ber-ry.
But just be-fore din-ner
mam-ma woke, and there was
a great cloud of col-or, red
and gold, right be-fore her,
and shin-ing o-ver it, a pair
of silk-en-fringed black eyes,
so soft and lov-ing and sor-ry
that mam-ma gath-ered her
lit-tle boy, and the great
arm-ful of au-tumn leaves
HOW DAN-NY SAID HE WAS SOR-RY.
right in-to her arms, and
in one lit-tle min-ute all
the naugh-ti-ness was loved
a-way.
BA-BY NELL'S MIS-HAP.
What do you think hap-
pened to Ba-by Nell the oth-er
day ?
Nurse had dressed her and
put her down on a rug in the
hall near the front door. You
nev-er saw any thing look
sweet-er than she did. She
looked like a lit-tle bun-die of
white ruf-fles tied round the
mid-dle with a wide blue rib-
BA-BY NELL'S MIS-HAP.
bon that was not tied tight
e-nough, so that the lit-tle curls
and blue eyes and dim-pies and
wee blue boots were spill-ing
out at the ends of the bun-
dle.
Just then lit-tle Nell's big
broth-er Jack came round the
corn-er of the house with the
gar-den hose. He was sprink-
ling the grass and the flow-ers;
he was al-so sprink-ling the
cats and the dogand the birds,
when they would let him. -
Jack is a ver-y great rogue.
I don't be-lieve he fixed the
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BA-BY NELL S MIS-HAP.
noz-zle of the hose ver-y tight,
for while nurse was gone to get
ba-by a crack-er, a lit-tle puff of
wind turned the noz-zle o-ver
and the spray shot in-to
the hall and came pour-ing
down-right on ba-by!
She gave a lit-tle scream and
caught her breath, and kicked,
and fought at it with her
hands.
Mam-ma rushed out of the
par-lor and snatched her up, all
wet and drip-ping. Mam-ma
looked just like a bun-die of
ruf-fles her-self, but by the time
BA-BY NELL S MIS-HAP.
she had thrown that hose out,
she and ba-by both looked like
clothes they take out of a
wash-tub and hang on a
line.
They don't let Jack play
with the hose any more.
WIL-LY'S WORK.
[MORN-ING.]
The sun has ris-en o'er hill-top
and tree,
The blue-birds are sing-ing as
blithe as can be,
The lambs are a-feed-ing where
clo-ver grows thick,
And our lit-tie Wil-ly is rid-
ing a stick.
THE LIT-TLE HORSE-MAN.
WIL-LY'S WORK.
[NOON.]
The hot thirs-ty cat-tie all stand
in the pool,
The teach-er dis-miss-es the
schol-ars from school,
The men to their din-ner are
hur-ry-ing quick,
But our lit-tle Wil-ly is rid-ing
a stick.
[NIGHT.]
Ag-gy is put-ting her dol-ly to
bed,
Each lit-tle chick-en has hid-
den its head,
WIL-LYS WORK.
The shad-ows of even-ing are
gather-ing thick,
And our little Wil-ly is sta-
bling his stick.
CROSS-ING TIE FER-RY.
Miss Bell, are you go-ing
A-long with me row-ing?"
Said the fer-ry-man, John Eb-
e-ne-zer;
I'll row you right o-ver,
As fast as a plo-ver
When he feels in the morn-ing
the breeze stir."
I wish to go o-ver,
And take my Doll Clo-ver,
MISS BELL AND
DOLL CLO-VER.
CROSS-ING THE FER-RY.
But my mon-ey is spent, Eb-e-
ne-zer.
I do not wish a-ny
From you, but a pen-ny
From Clo-ver," said he, just to
tease her.
I will not go o-ver
With-out my Doll Clo-ver,
So good-bye, Mr. John Eb-e-
ne-zer.
"Well, sing me a song, then,
And bring her a-long, then,"
Said the fer-ry-man wish-ing to
please her.
DOLL EM-MIE.
A dear lit-tle dol-ly
Is Em-mie the fair,
With her bright eyes of blue,
And her gay gold-en hair.
In her own lit-tle cra-die
She sleeps through the night
And then in the morn-ing
She wakes up so bright,
And says, Now, dear ma,
Please put on my dress;"
DOLL EM-MIE.
And dear mam-ma does so
In a mo-ment or less.
REA-DY FOR A RIDE.
Then soon in her car-riage
Miss Em takes a ride,
And a lit-tie gray kit-ten
Runs close by her side;
DOLL EM-MIE.
While mam-ma be-hind her
With man-y a smile,
Wheels the bright, paint-ed
car-riage
For a make-be-lieve mile.
THE GREAT BLOCK TRAIN.
Hur-rah! With a rat-tie, a
bang, and a roar,
A train rush-es o-ver the nur-
se-ry floor.
The Great Block train of the
Nur-se-ry line -
A train of blocks with a track
of twine.
And the en-gi-neer, No-ah,
stands prim and straight,
Per-haps mus-ing dark-ly, the
while, on Fate,
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A SPLEN-DID-LY MAN-ACED ROAD.
THE GREAT BLOCK TRAIN.
That, from sail-ing for ages
a-cross the main,
Has brought kim to man-age
the Great Block train.
Six pas-sen-ger cars, with a
freight," and a mail,"
Fol-low the en-gine that trav-
els the rail;
There's a cow-catch-er, smoke-
stack, and bell in view,
For the build-er, though small,
knows a thing or two;
And an ea-ger "di-rect-or," on
ei-ther side,
Watch-es over the safe-ty of
folks that ride.
THE GREAT BLOCK TRAIN.
Ah, a splen-did-ly man-aged
road, it's plain,
Is that run o-ver by the Great
Block train!
The trav-el-lers, in-deed, are a
mot-ley crew,
For there's Shem and Ham
and Jap-het too,
With their sev-er-al wives;
then a duck and a horse,
And a mon-key climb-ing a
stick, of course,
And a jump-ing-jack and a
tall gi-raffe,
And a Jap-an-ese tur-tle-
I'm sure you'd laugh
THE GREAT BLOCK TRAIN.
At the com-i-cal crowd a list
would con-tain
Of the pas-sen-gers on the
Great Block train.
"Let hergo, Char-lie!" "Send
her off, Ted!"
" Hi, Mr. No-ah, hold on to
your head!"
"Toot, toot!" goes the whis-tle;
the bell, "Ding, dong!"
Whizz Bang! The fast train
rat-ties a-long.
Down the line, round the
curve, now with a roar,
It flies, fast and fu-ri-ous, o-ver
the floor!
THE GREAT BLOCK TRAIN.
"Ding, dong!" Toot, toot!"
Here it comes up a-gain,
Hur-rah, for the fun of the
Great Block train!
THE BIRD THAT KNEW
BEST.
This is a sto-ry of a sil-ly
young bird that thought she
knew best. When they flew
up from the South, the oth-ers
set to work to build nests;
but this bird said, What's
the use! See how thick the
ap-ple blos-soms are! I will
live in a-mong them.
So she did not build un-der
THE BIRD THAT KNEW BEST.
the eaves, but flew in and out
of the pink ap-ple-tree. But
one night came a great rain-
storm, and then this sil-ly bird
wished she had built a nest.
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Be-neath the shade an oak-tree
made,
Up-on a sum-mer day,
Three lit-tle girls played par-ty
once-
A mer-ry three were they.
Sweet blue-eyed Prue, and
brown-haired Sue,
And pret-ty, win-some Bess;
THREE QUEER DOLLS.
And what they had for dolls;
I'm sure
You'd nev-er, nev-er guess.
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Prue had a fun-ny yel-low
squash,
And Sue a two-legged beet,
THREE QUEER DOLLS.
And Bess an ear of corn, my
dear,
Which like her-self was
sweet.
MAM-MA'S CHRIST-MAS LES-
SON.
What mam-ma said came
true. There were no pres-ents
Christ-mas, no pres-ents New
Year's. Mam-ma had said the
week be-fore that there would
be none. My lit-tie daugh-
ters," she had said, "you can-
not think you are to have
Christ-mas gifts this year."
Why should she have spok-
en so ? She had looked ver-y
MAM-MA'S CHRIST-MAS LES-SON.
so-ber. And they knew she
had bought wax dolls, and
they were ver-y sure there were
TALK-ING IT O-VER.
hand-some crim-son sash-rib-
bons too.
But Christ-mas had gone,
and New Year's, just like oth-
MAM-MA'S CHRIST-MAS LES-SON.
er days, and there had been no
sashes, no dolls.
The lit-tle nurs-er-y fam-i-ly,
the three sis-ters, and Doll
Fran-ce-lia, sat a-round the
play ta-ble and talked it over.
"Can it be 'cause we don't
'mem-ber p'lite-ness at ta-ble ?"
said Nel-ly.
Or cause we don't pick up
play-things ? said An-na.
An' cause, may-be, we ask
ques-tions an' don't wait when
pa-pa an' mam-ma talk," said
lit-tle De-lia.
No-bod-y an-swered. But
MAM-MA'S CHRIST-MAS LES-SON.
Doll Fran-ce-lia stood right up
in her chair and looked sur-
prised that her three lit-tie
mam-mas could have ex-pect-
ed pres-ents when they had
done these naugh-ty things.
FRED-DY'S PETS.
Fred-dy's blue eyes spar-kle
open ver-y ear-ly. Grand-ma
thinks the house is com-ing
down when she hears him
jump out o-ver-head. Mam-ma
says she rath-er have three
ducks to bathe. He can hard-
ly stand still to be dressed
- he wants to go see his pets.
One fam-i-ly live down in a
cor-ner of the gar-den fence-
a hill of ants. Fred-dy leaves
FRED-DY'S PETS.
them six grains of wheat.
When he comes a-gain at noon
the wheat is gone.
Then he runs to a lit-tie hole
in the ground, cov-ered with a
flat stone. He looks in. There
is a crick-et, a spi-der, a chinch-
bug, and four oth-er bugs.
Fred-dy knows how man-y legs
each bug has, and he says they
all like sugar. He says ev-
er-y-tIing likes sug-ar.
Af-ter break-fast he fish-esin
his fish-pond with his pin-fish-
hook. Once he caught asil-ver
min-now, once a crab. But
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FRED-DY'S PETS.
Fred-dy's fish-es like him bet-ter
when he comes with bread-
crumbs. They do not un-der-
stand at all how a lit-tle boy
can feed them so kind-ly in the
morn-ing, and then catch them
in the af-ter-noon on a cru-el
fish-hook.
SHOE-ING THE BA-BY.
Pa-pa's Let-ter.
I send some shoes to shoe the
ba-by,
The trou-ble-some, the bless-ed
ba-by,
The dain-ty, coo-ing, ty-rant
ba-by,
The wake-ful elf that mur-ders
sleep,
The trick-sy dear that plays
Bo-peep;
Here are some kids to case her
toes
SHOE-ING THE BA-BY.
That hav'-n't learned their
comes and goes."
The lit-tie pigs that go to mar-
ket,
That kick in bed and on the
car-pet -
What will she do, what will
she think,
When mam-ma shall, as quick
as wink,
Shut both of the lit-tle ro-sy
rows
Of sweet and dim-pled pig-gy-
toes
Right in these pens be-fore she
knows ?
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MA-RY'S TUR-TLES.
Ma-ry likes pets. She has a
frisk-y dog that jumps as high
as her head to kiss her. He
is of-ten up in her lap morn-
ings be-fore she is dressed.
She has thir-ty pet wa-ter tur-
tles. She goes ev-er-y day to
feed them. At first, not a tur-
tle is to be seen. She whis-tles
soft-ly, twice, three times. Lit-
tle round bub-bles come on top
of the wa-ter. They come clos-
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MA-RY'S TUR-TLES.
er. Now they look like the
end of a man's thumb. They
come still clos-er. Ah, they are
tur-tles' heads, not bub-bles.
You can see their bright eyes.
Just be-low the wa-ter you can
see the black and yel-low shells.
They swim up close. They
eat bread from Ma-ry's hand.
They are so ea-ger, they tum-
ble over one an-oth-er. Ma-ry
picks one up. It tries to shut
its shell, but the shell of the
wa-ter tur-tle is not made to
shut tight. She puts it back,
and it sticks out its head and
MA-RY S TUR-TLES.
legs and its tail, and swims off
af-ter a crumb. It gets it, then
dives to swal-low it.
Ma-ry is ver-y fond of them,
and the tur-tles know it.
A PUZ-ZLED BOY.
I'd just like to know whose
boy I am. Ev-er-y morn-ing
when the post-man comes,
he says, "Hal-lo! whose lit-tle
boy are you ? "
Then I have to say: Pa-
pa's, an' mam-ma's, an' grand-
pa's, an' grand-ma's, an' great-
grand-ma's, an' un-cle Char-
lie's, an' aunt-y Lou's, an
aunt-y Mav's, an'-"
But when I ain't through,
A PUZ-ZLED BOY.
he's gone, an' he al-ways
laughs when
he is go-ing. /i
I like to be 'D LIKE TO KNOW.
some folks' boys, but not ev-
A PUZ-ZLED BOY.
er-y-bod-y's. When I do
things pa-pa likes, such as
pick up chips, an' don't
cry when I'm hurt, then I'm
pa-pa's boy. An' when I'm
hurt, an' do cry, then I'm
mam-ma's boy. An' when a-ny
of my gran'-ma's come, they
say, when I'm right there be-
fore 'em, An' where's gram-
ma's boy to-day ?" An' cook
says, "Be my good lit-tle
boy," an' las' night a man
came on our steps an' he said,
" My son, is this Mr. Nel-son's
house?" an' when I said no, he
A PUZ-ZLED BOY.
said, Thank you, my boy;" an'
a p'lice-man said jus'now, "Run
in, my boy, or you'll freeze." I
don't like to be a man's boy
that I nev-er hav-n't seen a-ny
be-fore at all, I don't.
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