Myself and my friends

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Myself and my friends
Browne, Phillis, 1839-1927 ( Author, Primary )
Lawson, Lizzie
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AM nine. On the Pst of May I shall be ten, and then I am to go ii J to school. Now I learn lessons at home. And I am going to tell you all about myself and my friends.
Please do not suppose there is anything "wonderful about me, for there is not. Sometimes when I see new people I wish I knew their names, and where
41 they live, and what they do all day.
So I thought you might wish the No same, and might like to know all
about me.
My name is Molly. I live with my Mamma
and Papa, my brother Tom, my sister Emily, and,


more important than all, with the Baby, 'in a house which is neither very large nor very small, and which is built on the top of a hill. I ____ _will tell you why the Baby is the most important of all of

~II/I ~us in a little while. Besides ourselves (by our selves I mean.Papa, Mamma, Emily, Tom, Baby, and me) there is Nurse. Nurse is getting- old nowv, but when she was young she lived with Grandmamma, and-took care of Mamma through a long illness. Even the Doctor said that Nurse had done




more for Mamma than he could have done. When Mamma was well Nurse took charge of her, and of her sister, Aunt
Jane (whom also I will ________________tell you about soon). So nowv, Nurse being
olshe has a horne

,~f 1~? with us, and we do all we can

her happy and comfortable. I must not forget to tell you also that we have a black dog, called Nero.

As I have said, we learn lessons at home now, but not


many lessons. My Papa thinks children ought to run about, and get plenty of fresh air and exercise. I am very glad he does think this. Because of it, we have just a little school with Mamma every morning, and the rest of the time we work

in our garden, or go to the woods, or play tennis; and I am sure all this play does us good.
Last spring Papa gave Emily and me a piece of garden all to ourselves. It is rather a large piece, and is down at the bottom of the garden, close to the wall. There are one or


two fruit trees there, which were then full of blossom, and Papa said that if we watered them well., kept the ground. clear of weeds, and were careful not to allow caterpillars and slugs, there might, perhaps, be plenty of fruit, which would belong to us. You can fancy what care we took We
counted the blossoms, in order to see how much fruit there was likely to be, and, more than that, we. gave it away before it came. Emily thought I should have the most, and I thought Emily would; but we resolved, however it turned out, that we would neither of us be greedy, but would share",our good fortune.
Soon, however, there was no more room for wonder as to which of us would be fortunate. One morning, when we went out to water our trees as usual, we found that mine had been broken down in the night-how or by whom we could not tell. Emily thought the cats had done it, but no cats would have been strong enough to have broken down a large tree like that. I cried very much at first, and Emily was almost as much troubled as I was. She was very kind too. She said that when her fruit was ripe I was to have half of it; and so we got over our disappointment as well as we could.
As to our woods, I should think they are the most

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beautiful woods in the whole world. They are not more than a mite and a half from our house, so that we can easily walk there I and back, and have a good game too, without being very tired. There are large trees there, behind which we can 'h-ide rambling shady paths also; and in the early spring there are wood anemones and blue-bells in plenty. I am very fond of wood anemones, though Emily likes blue-bells better. Yet wood anemones revive so. You gather them, and carry them in your hot hand, and think they are dead. But when you bring them home, and put them one by one gently in water, they come



to life again, open out, and look like stars amongst the green leaves.
Of course there are very many nooks and corners in our woods-that'you will expect. In certain parts the rains, with

frost and snow and wind, I suppose, have laid bare the roots of the trees, so that you need to be very careful in running, for fear you should fall over them.
, In one part there is a funny little clump, which we call our store-house, and there we keep our treasures-our balls and skipping ropes and 'our baskets
-when we are not using them.
Around the trtink 4 one of the trees there is a -seat fixed, and this is Home ,when _ we play At Spyo." The hiding placescapital ones-are here and there and all over'. The bushes make the best ones, I think. You can crouch behind them, and listen for the "he;" and even if you make a little noise, most likely "he " thinks it is the wind rustlinor among the leaves, and Cotes along boldly. Then you can jump out and race him to .,the "home;" and if you are a good runner, you will beat him, for y"ou will get a start while he is waiting to feel astonished.



Now have I not made you understand what a. delightful place, our wood is? How much I wish that I could bring together all the children who read my story, that we could go, there, and have a good game. I know that they would, say with me, that ours is the best wood in the whole world.
You must not think, however, that we never have any
fine times in this wood. Sometimes it rains; then we have to paddle home through the wet slippery grass. Sometimes

it is very hot; theft we cannot run about-we are too tired.

Once, years and years ago, when Tom and I were both very young, we lost ourselves in the wood. We had wandered


away from the others, and they did not notice, and went on for a little way without us. Then Tom, by way of comforting me, told me first that he believed he saw bears, and afterwards that we 'Must not sit down and rest, or we should be like the babies in the -wood, and the birds would cover us with leaves. I was terrified to hear this, and cried bitterly, while Tom shouted, "I say! ""Look here! ""Stop a bit !""Mother! till he was hoarse. Still no one heard him, and I do'not know what we should ha ve done, if Mamma had not very soon missed us, and turned back to seek us.
I think now you will have an idea what I am like, how I spend my time, and where I live. The next thing I have to do is to tell you about my friends. I should like you to understand them too, and to feel as if you knew them. Some of them-most of them, I may say-are very good and kind. I love them very much, and I would not alter them if I could. Others, I love too, yet I should alter them if I were able to do so, just a little bit. And the person whom~ both Emily and I would bcgin to alter first of all is Tom-my brother Tom. I will talk about him in. the next chapter.

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j]AVE you ever heard a boy called a pickle? Or perhaps you do not understand what a pickle of a boy i
is; you would knc~w all about it if you had anything to do with Tom.
Ever since I can remember Tom has , een in mischief. When he comes into a room and sits down quietly, Papa says to him,' "What have you been doing now, Tom? You had better tell us. We would rather know at once, for


we shall feel it more if we have to find it out." And Tom always has done something. Either he has torn his clothes, or broken the furniture, or has made Baby scream, or angered the maids, or sent his ball through a pane of glass, or done something.
The other day Mamma was going out for a walk
with a lady. When she reached the door she stopped. "Have you forgotten something?" said -her friend. - "No," said Mamma, "but before I oo I must tell Tom to- give up.)) Give up what?" said the lady. uN
I don't know Nh
said Mamma, "but he is sure to be doing something he ought not to."


" What sort of boy is your nephew Tom ? " said some one to Aunt Jane. " He is a boy who has redeeming qualities," said Auntie. We children did not know what Auntie meant by this.

Tom is a very kind boy. He is always ready to help any one who wants helping, althoug-h he is generally in such a hurry that he hinders more than he helps.
. As you would expect, Tom is what is called a thorough


boy. He does not know
what fear is. He can play
cricket as well as Papa;
and in running, leaping, and

jumping, he beats all boys
of his age. He is particuo larly good at skating too.

tip Alost people have to take a
little time to learn to skate.
They slip about and have ever so many tumbles, before they can glide smoothly over the ice and make figures upon it. But with Tom there was nothing of this. He put on his skates, struck out boldly, and skated straight off. Before the first afternoon was over, he was taking care of a boy taller than himself, and giving him lessons in skating.
Tom is exceedingly fond of boating too. The boy who can make a boat is a sort of hero in his eyes, and is to be


made a friend of as soon as possible. I never knew any one who could climb walls so quickly as Tom. Emily and I always get him to fetch our balls when they go over; and he never refuses, partly because, as I have , said, he is very good-natured; but partly, too, because he likes to climb. I do not fancy, howV


ever, that Mamma cares very much for him to
do it, for she says
that he tears his clothes.
One day, as Tom, Emily,
and I, were playing in the orchard, we heard a creak in the old apple-tree.
We looked up, and there was a ragged 41 4A, boy sitting on the

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top of the wall gathering the rosycheeked apples. There was a notice board just behind the boy, which said that "trespassers will be proJI; secuted"' but he had not looked
at that. Tom called out to him, and said, "Ay 1 what are you doing there ?" but the boy made no answer, and went on busily pulling the apples.
Of course we three stopped playing, and wondered what we should do. Then all at once, to our astonishment,' the bough upon which the boy V "ob
was supporting himself gave way, and down came branch, board, a shower of apples, and last, but not least, the boy, into the orchard. For a minute we looked at one another, and did not know what to do. While we were making up our minds, the boy picked himself up, scaled the wall, and ran off over the fields as fast as his legs would carry him.
Tom watched him for a minute, and


looked very solemn. Then, drawing a deep sigb, he said, " I should not like to steal apples as that boy did, but I should very much like to cl*mb walls as well as he. They say
practice makes perfect.' I will try and become perfect in climbing." 4
And he was as good as his word. In a very short time I do not think even "that boy could have scaled a wall or clambered up a tree more quickly than he.
I cannot say that Tom is very fond of his lessons. I am sure that he tries to be diligent, and study hard, but somehow he is always getting into difficulties. Mamma speaks to him very seriously every now and then, and after one of these talks, Tom works away for a while, but the industrious fit never lasts long* Only last week, for


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talked to him for a long time, and Tom promised most faithfully that he really would begin to be diligent, and would try to take a good place in his class. He meant what he said too. The morning after, lie got up early, packed up his books, and started off for school in o-ood time. I suppose he worked away there, for he looked as resolved as ever when be T.
arrived at home aoain, and he sat down immediately after dinner, to prepare his home work. But all for nothing, as it turned out. Tom could not keep good very long.
Very unfortunately, just after he sat down to study, some feathers came fluttering down from the bird's cage which was hung just over his head, Tom watched them as they slowly descended, and he began to blow them gently away from him. Then it flashed across his mind that it would be great fun to keep on blowing, and to see how long he could prevent their touching the ground at all.
No sooner had this thought occurredto him than up Tom jumped. Alas for his lessons! He forgot them and his good resolves at the same time. He rushed about the room, jumped


over the chairs, upset the furniture, not minding what he did so long as he kept these two feathers up in the air.
Violent exercise generally makes even boys
tired, and it was not long before Tom felt rather hot
out of breath.
So he
-sat down
and took

up his pen
once more.
But the
lines began to look misty, and the room was very quiet. Even 'the scratching noise 'which had been made by the pen ceased. torn let the papers! fall on his lap, and the hand which held the pen dfopped by his side. When Mamma came into the room half an hour afterwards hoping to find the lessons done, 141*


and ready to reward her boy with. a kiss, she found him fast asleep, and the three black kittens in possession of the room. One had knocked over the inkbottle the other was watching the black stream as it trickled over the floor; and the third was like Tomresting after his labours.
Mamma looked at her son very quietly for a minute. Then she smiled, drew the curtain forward so that the sunlight should not stream upon his face, and stole gently out of the room.
I think all boys are fond of animals, and Tom was like the rest of boys. If he could have his own way he would have kept several, I know, but Papa would not allow this. He said we could'not do with too much of a good thing, and Tom must be satisfied with one pet. And that was how Toby came to us. Toby was a very good old fellow for some things, but he was very queer for others. The queerest thing ,about him was that he could not bear music. If any one in the
house beoan to sincy or if a sound of music were heard from


ever such a distance, he would sit upon his hind legs, and howl with all his might. This delighted Tom. Whenever he had a spare moment he used to call Toby, take up a piece of music, place himself in front of the dog, and sing, not gently. Then immediately Toby would begin to howl, also not gently, and between them the two made a dreadful noise. Tom had notat all a sweet voice; and an old gentleman who lived next door to us, wrote a polite note to Mamma, saying that if her son and his dog could not be kept quiet he would have to remove, for the trial was too much for his nerves. Therefore, out 'of respect for the nerves of the old gentleman, Toby was sent away.
I told you' that Tom was a very good swimmer. He thought therefore that next time he would like,-to have a very large dog, which could take care of his clothes when be was in the water. As, therefore, he had been very much
disappointed about Toby,
Papa promised to try to
get a good-sized dog for

As you will guess, Tom was very impatient


for the new dog to arrive, and he told Emily, my little sister, all sorts of wonderful stories of what Dash would do. The new dog it seemed was to be called Dash.
Yet when Dash did appear upon the scene he was quite as great a trial, only in a different way, as Toby, the disgraced one, used to be. Dash was a thief. You might feed him quite regularly, and it made no difference. He preferred to go where he ought not, and take what was not his.
One day a little girl was walking quietly past the house with a slice of bread in her hand, and Dash snatched it from her. The child was both frightened and astonished, and some boys who were standing near chased the dog. They did not get the bread from him, however, for the naughty animal dropped it into a tub of water rather than give it up, and when it was taken out it was quite dirty.
Soon after this the old gentleman who had objected so strongly to Toby sent another very polite note to Mamma to say that her son's dog had stolen his son's dinner; that, in fact, Dash had gone into his larder and carried'off a leg of mutton. Mamma could scarcely believe it, she thought there must be. some mistake, but the old gentleman persisted. So Mamma paid for the mutton. Then she and Papa decided that Dash too must be got rid of, and Mamma said she thought people who had children could do verv well without dogs.



/Y sister Emily is
a year and a half younger than I am, and the chief thing I have to tell you about her is that she is very fond of dolls. ,fl~Emily had a birthday not long ago, and Aunt Jane, our Papa's sister, sent her a dolly in a basket for a birthday present.
The doll'arrived the night before the birthday, but Auntie
_ell had wished that it should not be Given to Emily until the evening of the following day, when we were to have a small party. It turned out that the children who ca had themselves each brought Emily a


present. The various gifts were therefore put on a stand together, and they looked beautiful.
When Emily saw her presents she said she felt quite rich. Besides the doll, there were a drum, a horse, a ball, and a Noah's ark. 'Emily was very much delighted, and the best of it was that the other children appeared to be quite as delighted as was she.
Aunt Jane bad wished the birthday presents to be put on a table toorether in this way, in imitation of what she had seen in Germany. Auntie had just returned from a visit to some friends in Hanover. During her stay one of the little daughters of the. house had a birthday. Oh, what a fuss was made about it I Every one in the house,
and a good many friends outside, gave
her a present, and all these gifts were


put together on a table covered with a white cloth, while a little slip of white paper was laid on each article to tell from whom it came.
Of course the presents were of all sorts. There were flowers, and toys, and books, fruit. and trinkets, and also a large birthday cake very prettily ornamented. The part of the business which amused Auntie was that besides the gifts there were a number of candles, as many candles as the girl had lived years. This little girl had lived five years, so she had five candles.
Auntie intended that Emily should have seven candles, but her wishes were not carried out. The arrangement of the table had been left to Nurse, and she could not understand what Auntie meant when she spoke of burning candles. She thought there must be some mistake, so she put the candles quietly away, and Emily had to do without them.
When Auntie thought all would be ready, and that Emily


would be looking delightedly at the unusual birthday arrangements, she prepared to come down and peep in at the nursery door, to see what was going on. She thought it would be great fun to watch Emily without Emily's knowing that she was there, and that she would be certain to enjoy the surprise of the thing.
However, poor Auntie was disappointed. I dare say you know that whenever you try to go down-stairs very quietly, the stairs are sure to creak. lf you care nothing about the noise you make, you may get down quietly enough; but if you wish not to be heard you are sure to make a noise as you go down.
So it was with Auntie. The more gently she stepped the more creaky the stairs seemed. Nor was this.all.' About halfway down master Tom had.dropped a ball on one of the stairs. 'Auntie put her foot on this, then slipped and fell, making a great noise.
Emily ran out, Nurse ran out, we all ran to see what ever could be the matter.
So Auntie had to confess what she had been about; and t vhen we found she was not in the least hurt, we all had a good- laugh together at her fall and her disappointment at the failure of her little plan for watching Emily.
It was very little that Emily cared for pretty German


customs, however. She had another dolly, and that pleased her more than any number of candles, or than all the other toys
put together could have done. For you must not think that this new dolly would be Emily's only one. Indeed no. She had quite a large collection of dollies. There were dollies large, and dollies small, dollies new, and dollies old, dollies handsomely dressed, and dollies very very shabby.
. One of Emily's dollies was understood to suffer from rheumatism. This had been brought on in consequence of its having been dropped into the long wet grass, by Emily herself as she lay in the hammock one summer's afternoon.
Another dolly suffered


from a hole in its side. This had been caused by Nero, who bad seized it one day, and carried it off into the wood. Poor Emily searched for this favourite of hers, and could not find it. At length she discovered it hanging head downwards in a thorn bush hiah above her head. She and a little friend of hers tried hard to get it down, but they could not, and Papa had to be fetched, before Dolly could be rescued. How Nero had managed to put it where it was none of us could tell. Anyhow poor Dolly was seriously hurt, and Emily herself was a good deal scratched with trying to clamber up the thorn bush. J
Besides these two Emily bad a dolly without any legs, she had another with but arms, and a third with-but eyes. The latter
-had been poked out by ,Tom, who wanted to ,see. how they were
. stned in, and

.,at they were


like at the back. I am sorry to say that Tom was one of the greatest enemies Emily's dollies had. He did not care for dolls in the least, but he found that in no way could he tease Emily so much as by attacking her, darlings; and after he had once made this discovery, he, never, left them alone. So Emily'was kept in-constant anxiety about them.
One of Emily's dolls was named Mops. It was thus
named on account. of its hair, being. very, rough and curly.

;Emily was yery -fond of this .doll,. because it was understood to have a weak back, and, she said \I~ .it mus-t .be nursed very wastl genqtly andh tenrlyiSh this, for if Mops was handled at all roughly the sawdust with which it was stuffed came out freely, and this was very uncomfortable.
*Emily, therefore, would sit before the fire / for an hour at a time,


with Mops on her knee, singing to it, and crooning to it,

just like old nurses croon to little babies. She insisted upon. taking it to bed with her also. The new dolly which Aunt


Jane had given to her for a birthday present had a prettily trimmed berceaunette, all to itself, while the other dallies, were put to sleep in boxes, .,or on chairs, but Mops always slept in her "little Mother's" arms. For Emily called herself the "little Mother" of all her dollies.
You will understand from all this how very much Emily thought of Mops. Now I am going to tell you of a sad trouble which befel -this doll.
One day Mops was said to be worse than usual. Its back pained very much, Emily said, and she declared that she could not put it out of her arms, even for a short tirne. When she went to sit with Papa and Mamma she took it with her, and she nursed it and fondled it most patiently for a long time.
At length Emily grew tired with sitting still, so she said she felt worn-out with watching, and must have a little change. And as Mops conveniently I fell fast asleep at this stage,
Emily tacked it comfortable
in bed, and went to play with a companion of hers, who was about the same age, and who lived in a house so exactly opposite to


ours that the people who
were standing at the nursery window on one side
the road could see what
was taking place in the
dinino-room on the other
No sooner had Emily
got safely away than Tom
felt his usual desire to tease
her. He therefore stole up into Emily's bed-room, took Mops out of her comfortable bed, carried her to the dining-room window, where, he knew Emily could see him from the house at the other side of the road, and holding the doll by one arm, he swuno, it round and round his head, in a way which was enough to injure the soundest dolly, and almost to destroy entirely a dolly wanting sawdust.
In a minute or two, Emily, who was playing quietly and happily with her friend, drew near the window, and looking down, saw the dreadful sight of Tom swinging Mops round. The poor child stood quite still for a minute, then without stopping to speak to any one, or even to put on her bonnet, she rushed out of the room, out of the house, and across the 'road, and almost before Tom knew that he had been seen


he found his little sister standing, before him, speechless with Z5
anger and grief.
Of course Emily's one idea was to try and rescue her pet. She seized hold of Mops, and tried to take it away from Tom, who in his turn pulled as hard as he could, and the wonder was that between the two Mops was not torn in pieces. Then when she found that Tom was too strong for her, she suddenly left off pulling, threw herself on the ground, hid her face in her hands, and sobbed as if her heart would break.
The moment Emily began to cry, Tom felt sorry, as sorry as possible for what he had done. As I have said, he was not at all an unkind boy, he was only very full of mischief. He at once set Mops in a chair, by way of showing that she had not entirely lost her stiffness, and then he tried his best to comfort Emily, telling her that he had been in fun, and that he had not meant to grieve her really.
Emily, however, refused to be
consoled. She continued
to cry and
sob, and ap'7





feared to take no notice of what Tom said, until the boy did not know what to do. Then suddenly he remembered that Emily had very much wanted a broom, and, stooping, he whispered that if only she would look up, she should have twopence to buy a broom the first time the basket woman came round. For the woman who sold brooms used to come past our house, every now and then, with a van laden with baskets.
When Tom made this offer Emily first stopped her sobs in order to listen to the proposal, then she dried her eyes and allowed herself to be mollified. So the brother and sister were friends once more.



__ -1UR Papa is very fond of the sea. There

is nothing he enjoys more than to go down to the sea-side for a few days with Mamma and with us, to " re- cruit" as he calls it. When he gets
* tired with business, and begins to look poorly and anxious, Mamma is I sure to try to persuade him to go and get a good "blow" from thle sea, and,
* .a change of this kind is certain to do him good and make him well again.
I think that th-- reason why Papa likes the sea so much is that he was brought up near it. When he was a little boy he lived with Grandpapa and Grandmamma in a house about


one mile's distance from a large seaport, and all the time he could spare from lessons, and all his holidays, were spent by


him and his friends on the sands, talking to the sailors, or 'riding over the waves in a small boat, when he could get one, although as you may imagine this was not every day.


Papa has told us that at this time he was never so happy as when he was on the water, and he almost made up his mind that when he was a man he would go to sea. However,

he gave up that idea when he found it was a trouble to Grandmamma.
Of course Papa learnt to understand all about the different


kinds of vessels and fishing smacks, and he could manage a boat, too, very skilfully, almost as well as a boatman. Once or twice he even went fishing with his fisher friends, and was out

all night on the dark waters. Grandpapa decided, however, that he did not quite approve of this, so Papa was obliged to give it up.
When Papa grew up he had to leave his old home, and


all his old friends, and go to live inland. Yet he never outgrew his love for boats and ships, waves and sands, and everything connected with the sea. He used to tell us stories about his boyish days, until Tom used to talk as if he too were a sailor, while even Emily and I felt learned in such matters.
I have noticed that people generally do love things they enjoyed when they were children. I expect when we grow to be men and women we shall speak of woods and wild flowers, particularly of anemones, quite lovingly. That will be because we get so much pleasure from them now.
I cannot remember the time when we did not go to the sea-side during the summer. Generally, Mamma, we children, and N urse, (To first, and Papa comes from Saturday until Monday.


Then towards the end of our stay Papa comes to remain for two or three weeks We are always delighted to get Papa,
-for it is very much more fun when he is with us. Mamma is very good and kind, but she is quiet, and does not care to take boats, and talk to the boatmen, and have "adventures" ,as Papa does.
Besides, Papa is a very good swimmer, and he wishes every one of us to learn to swim also, and takes a great deal of pains to teach us. He says that not only all English boys but all English girls ought to be able to swim, and that if they were taught to do. so when quite young they
would find
no difficult


about it, and that many

valuable lives which are now lost
would then be saved.
Last summer we had
two "adventures " which ended quite happily, as it turned out, but which nevertheless caused a good deal of anxiety at the time.
__ I will tell you about them.
Knowing Tom as you

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do, you wvili not be astonihedwhen I say that not one of us learnt to swim so quickly as he did. He did just what Pa,)a told him,

afraid of the water, so that it is no rapid progress. Papa was so much


and he was not at all wonder that he made pleased with him for this that he made a promise that before we went home he

would take Tom out in a boat, and that Tom might swim from this boat instead of the machine. Tom was very much delighted with this idea, and he kept reminding Papa of it, and begging him to fix a day for their " swim in the deep sea," as he called it.


At last Papa said that one day, if it were fine, they would go the next morning, and Tom went to, bed evidently much excited with the prospect before -him.
too, was very much excited, for, foolish child that I was, I got it into my head that something would happen to Tom. It was
very absurd of me, for of course Papa knew what he was about, and ht would not have said Tom might go unless it had been perfectly safe for him to do so. For all that I was very anxious.
When the morning came on which Papa and Tom were to start, I went down to the steps of the pier, and begged


"Jack " the boatman, whom Papa always employed, to be sure to take care of them. Jack laughed and said, - Ay, ay, Miss, they'll be all right. Don't you be any way uneasy. I'll look after 'em." 4A
Papa had engaged the boat for halfpast eight in the morning, so Emily and I determined to get up early, and to go down to the pier, as soon as we were dressed, to meet Papa and Tom as they were returning. I was, however, so anxious about them, that I mistook the time, got up earlier than I intended and went off without waiting for. Emily. A _U1, 1:W


When I reached the end of the pier I looked down, and there was a dark object in the water.
My fears immediately overpowered me, and without stopping to think, I jumped at once to the conclusion that it was Tom who had fallen out of the boat and was drowning.
I immediately screamed out wildl , and, seizing a rope y b
which lay near, threw it into the REMO
sea with all my mioht, under the that Tom might grasp hold of it. At the same time the sailors, seeing me do this, and supposing there was an accident, got another rope, and prepared to help.
But they were not long before they found that all was well. One of them came up and touched my arm, and said, "Why are you afraid, Miss? It's only a piece of wood." This was so. I had mistaken my brother for a block of wood.
After this every one got into the way of laughing at me for my "nervousness." Yet it was not long before Tom and Emily were in a difficulty of very much the same sort. Their adventure " was the second of the two of which I spoke.
It happened that in one part of the sands which we used to visit every day there was a tiny bay which at high tide


_______ _______ _______- was entirely washed by the xx',aves, but which at low tide was full of large stones or pieces of rock between which were pools where sea anemones, shrimps, and baby crabs, might be found in plenty. Lobster baskets, like the one on page 59, were also to be seen there at times.
Tom spied out this place, and he saw that boys and girls were in the habit of coming to it, with their shrimping nets, and hunting there for the treasures of the deep. So he made up his mind that he would do the same.
It happened that I was not very well at the time, so Tom said nothing to me, but he spoke to* Emily on the subject, and the consequence was that the two went off together,
,one afternoon, to see what____________they could capture at low water, in the pools between the rocks.
it turned out that the
pools were ever so much prettier than even they expected, and Tom and Emily managed to get quite a store of specimens : small crabs, and tiny fish, and wonderful pieces of


green sea-weed. They were so interested that they never thought of watching for the tide, until they suddenly discovered that the sea was all round them, and that they were cut off from the shore.
Oh, how terrified they were! They screamed, and sobbed, and clung to each other, and poor little Tom waved his hat to a boat that was far in the distance; but all to no purpose; no one heard his cries; and they did not know what to do.

just when the two children were in the depths of despair they heard a noise, and turning round, they saw Papa, who
-had suddenly come to them. Then they found that the rock behind them formed a sort of cavern, and that there was a path through it which led to the fields beyond. Papa had .-been taking a quiet stroll that way when he suddenly came upon his two children, in this. agony of terror. Yet it was wonderful how soon they felt comfortable and happy when they felt Papa's strono- hand once more in theirs, and knew that he .was taking care of them.


I am afraid, however, that dear Papa did not have much quiet rest during his holiday, for what with Tom getting into mischief, and Emily and me getting into difficulties, he was always having to be busy putting us to riorhts, and helping us out of scrapes. But as he said, what he enjoyed at the sea-side was not so much rest as change of occupation.
One day that pickle Tom got into sad disgrace with the fishermen. Papa had given Tom a net for catching butterflies, and while. he was going at full speed after a real beauty his feet became entangled in the fisher's nets, and he dragged them over the rocks in trying to free himself. The men were most angry. They got hold of Tom, tied him in the net, and threatened to beat him. just as things,


were beginning to look serious, Papa came up, and 1110
when the men saw him they ran away.
Tom is not always willing to do as Papa tells him, however. For instance, Papa said he was not to go in a boat by himself, and Tom thought he was quite able to do so. One day he persuaded a boatman to let him have a boat with a sail, and he set off in high glee. He was soon sorry for it, for the wind rose and the sea grew rough. Tom could not manage his boat, which was swamped, and Tom himself was washed into the sea. Things were really quite serious, and I believe my brother would have been drowned if he had not known how to swim. As it was, he managed to keep his head above water until help came. He felt very foolish, I know, as he stood dripping wet on the shore with


the boatman. looking at
him. After this he confessed that Papa knew betterthan he did.
Yet, though Papa has
helped, and does help Tom
so often, I think that if it
be possible, he is more to.
Emily and me than he is
even to our brother. He protects us, and "sticks up for us " as Tom calls it. To' m himself is rather disposed to look down upon us, because we are girls, and cannot swim, run, and climb, so cleverly as he. But Papa never allows talk of this kind when he is present. He says that true gentlemen are pleased and happ I y to help ladies, and that'boys wha look down upon girls are not worthy to play with them. I think Papa is quite right.
But so he is in everything. Taking him altogether, I do, not believe that any one-no gentleman, I rnean-can be quiteas kind, and good, and clever, as is our own dear Papa. -rhave no doubt other children think the same about their fathers. It is a good thing they do. Still I am very glad, that the one Papa who is the best in all the world belongs to. Emily, Tom, and me.



Papa's youngest
sister. She has a good many nephews and nieces besides ourselves, and she is a very great favourite with them all. She is so bright and pretty, and good, that I do not see how those who know her can help loving her. Then she is always ready to do something for somebody' either to play with the little



ones, or to go out for a walk with the girls, to pay a visit to a sick neighbour, or even to help us toswing and to play.
Aunt Jane lives quite in the country, five miles at least from any railway-station. She is constantly asking her nephews

A UNT7' -7ANE.

and nieces to come and see her, and this her nephews and nieces arejot at all srry to do,
-We like best to go to A-unt Jane's in


the summer-time, because then we can spend a good deal of time in the garden. Aunt Jane's garden is delightful. It is much larger than ours, and Auntie takes a great deal of pains with it.
If there is one, thing which we children like more than another it is to have tea in Aunt Jane's garden. We take out an old table and some light
-hairs, we spread the cloth, and put out the cups and saucers fo r ourselves, and we have fine fun.
Last summer as we were having, tea in the garden a poor larne irl and her brother
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came and watched us, looking earnestly
through the bars of the large gate. Tom saw them, and told Aunt Jane, and she sent them some strawberries. T - he day after this, as Auntie was sitting on the garden seat with Emily, the sister of this lame girl came up, and begged them to accept a few flowers. Her sister had, she said, been so



glad of the strawberries, and had sent these flowers to the kind lady who bad given her them.
Just beyond Auntie's garden is a park, with large trees in it. Here both children and their elders like to pic-nic, and some will lie on the grass, some sit under the trees, some work; but all talk.


There is one little girl, however, who comes to us at these. times, who never talks, she sits on a chair with her hands before her, and says not a word to any one. One day Aunt Jane asked her why she did not run and play with the other children. She answered, " If I run about I shall spoil my dress, and I do not wish. to do that, for it is very pretty."


Auntie said she ought to have come in a dress which she wvas not afraid of spoiling.
In the evening, after tea, Au'nt Jane very often tells us stories for an hour before we go to bed. I never knew a lady who could tell so many stories as she. At first we thought she had read them all, but she said it wvas not so' Years ago i''~ ~ she had listened to them, as wve donow, from the lips of an old friend, who used to~ make u p stories in order to amuse a IN, little boy, a cousin of hers, who
7 Al was ill, and had to lie on the

-sofa for many weeks. As this boy grew
-stronger Aunt II~'LJane took her turn at amusing him, by
playing on the

piano, while
his big brother
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violin. Aunt Jane plays so beautifully that I should think it did the little cousin good to hear her.
If by this time you have understood at all how good Aunt Jane is, you will not be astonished when I say that


she is particularly kind to the poor children of the parish. Nor is this all. Two or three times at least during the
summer she arranges, also, to give a tea-party to the

children of an orphanage which is in the town a few miles away from us.,.
These parties for the orphans are great occasions. Auntie usually has a tent erected in a field near the church. Herejhe


children (who come dressed in their best, and looking very fine, Z
I can assure you) first have tea, with an abundance of cake and

buns ; and afterwards they play games until it is time to gQ home. Auntie always provides a covered cart to bring the


children to the country and to take them back to town again. When we are staying with her she expects us to take our part in the work of entertaining her guests. We are very glad to do this, however, for there are such funny little folk amongst them.

. I wish I could tell you some of the queer things they say. Here, however, is one of them.
The last time I was at the orphans' party I went up to a small boy, and, by way of making friends, I said, "How nany brothers and sisters have you ? " He looked up solemnly, then said, " I've two brothers and no sisters." " Oh, Tommy! said a little girl standing near, "how can you say such a thing I You know you have only one brother." Tommy looked as if he were going to cry, when . a:., second girl came up, and by way of making matters straight, said, For shame of yourself, Mary Annel Tommy has two brothers. Isn't he one of his own brothers himself?" This was too much for Mary Anne. She went quietly away to think the matter over.
At this very party there was a little girl called Mary Smith, a very serious child. During the afternoon it happened that Auntie went into the gardener's cottage to rest. There she found Mary seated in a low chair, eating an apple, and thinking deeply. "What are you thinking about, my child?"


said Auntie. "I am thinking how different your milk is to the milk we get in town," said Mary. "The gardener says

you get it from the cow, but we --et it from the milkman. I don't think our milkman keeps a cow."


The children are always sorry when they see the carts draw up which are to carry them home, though they are tired enough with running up and down, and I dare say are very glad to lie down in their cots when they get to them.
The last time the children were with us the vans did not come quite as early as we thought they would, and the little ones had to wait for them.
Auntie was talking to them and trying to amuse them, when she noticed that the small hands and faces had become dirty and sticky. Handling and eating fruit and bread-andbutter does not help to keep children clean, though it may make them strong.

.So Auntie whispered a few words to the gardener's wife, and in a few minutes some bowls of warm water, with soap and towels, were brought out, and the children had a good wash. It refreshed them very much. They had been tired and cross, but after splashing in the water, they became bright and good-tempered. The next time you feel, weary and out of sorts, let me recommend you to try the same remedy.


SAID that my brother Tom
was a pickle, and therefore
I scarcely know what words I can use in order to describe Cousin Ted to you. Perhaps, however, you will understand if I say that Ted is like Tom in every way, only inore so.
Ted is a little older than Tom: he is stronger than Tom, more daring than Tom, and more mischievous 'than Tom. If Mother, or any one else whom Tom loved, were to talk to I Tom, and try to. make him reasonable, he would at least listen to her, and promise to be more thoughtful for the future. But with Ted the words would, as old nurse says, "go in at one ear and out at the other," and be forgotten as soon as spoken.


The first time Ted really distinguished himself was when he was about seven years old. His little sister, our cousin

Mabel, had a kitten, of which she was very fond, and which she named Dame Durden. She tied a blue ribbon round its neck, to show that it belonged to some one, and she


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looked after its wants very carefully. She was always having to stand up "M
for it and defend it: first against Cook,
who did not want to give it new milk i n the morning; and then against' some 7- naughty -children of the neighbourhood,
who found out how much Mabel thought of Pussy, and teased it in order to teaseher.
One day Mabel sought Ted in great VI
distress. Dame Durden was nowhere to be found, and the naughty boys had said t at if they could get hold of it they would drown it. Did Ted think they were trying to drown it now? Mabel cried at the mere thought. Ted considered a - minute. Then


he said, "I should not wonder if they are; let us go and see."
Off rushed the brother and sister; and when they came to the bridge they found the naughty children looking down into the water, and on drawing, nearer saw a little black head bobbing up and down amongst the waves.
Ted rushed at once to the water side. At first he held out the branch of a tree to Pussy, but she was too weak and terrified to lay hold of that., though she tried for it with all her might. When Ted saw this he looked u once at Mabel a n d t h e n plunged into


the water. He seized hold of Pussy, held her high out of harm's way, and after slipping once or twice as he tried to recover his foothold, struggled very bravely to the bank.

Fortunately the water was not deep, so that he bad no difficulty in getting to dry land. But you can imagine what a commotion there was. Even the naughty children cheered him as he stood there dripping wet at the water's edge. One of them came up to Ted, and said, "Please, sir, we'll never touch Pussy no more."



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When Ted reached home and his mother heard what had happened she was very anxious about him. She feared that he would have taken cold, and she had him wrapped in


blankets and put near a warm fire. But Ted was all right after a good night's sleep.
Mabel was so grateful to Ted, that after this she scarcely knew how to make enough of him. She used to mend his cricketing flannels, and look after his bat and ball, which Ted was constantly forgetting to put away. Ted was very fond of cricket, though I do not think much of that, because all boys like cricket.
Mabel was very kind, too, in helping Ted with his kite. She would patiently tie pieces of paper together to make a tail, and when he went out to fly the kite she would go with him and look after him.
Once when there was a very strong wind she put her arms round him,
and held him
tight, for she 'X
seemed to think
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that there was a
.danger' of his fly- . .
ing off into the
air, as he had once


jumped into the water. Ted liked to have his sister with him, and when the kite went up as it should do, and rose in the air,
both children
were equally
. .
kittens, and
kites and
everything of the sort, were soon entirely forgotten. Poor Ted was about to distinguish himself more than ever.
Towards the end of last summer a Cheap Jack (that is a man who sells all sorts of things very cheap) came to the village where Ted lived, and he was particularly well provided with toys. The children came to him from far and near to buy balls, boxes, ships, pen-knives, dollies, and tops. Amongst the rest came Ted.
Ted did not care very much for the toys, which the other children were eager for. That, however, was nothing; Cheap Jack had something to suit all tastes. One day he brought out a book which described the best and easiest way of making fireworks. This Ted was induced to buy. After he once began to read it he cared for nothing but the firework book.



When the days grew shorter Ted remembered that the 5th of November, Guy Fawkes' Day, would soon be here. So he said to himself, "Why should I not try whether I Ican make fireworks? If I make a very good store, and get Mabel to make a guy, we may have a ve ry fine time on the 5th of November."
So he set to work. I am sorry to say that he did not mention the subject to his father and mother, for he was afraid that they would not allow him to do what he wished. Ted did not, however, intend to do everything by himself; oh no, he preferred company. He talked to two or three of his friends, and persuaded them to join him. Then the boys put their money together to buy materials; they gave all their playtime to the business, and were really very industrious.
They made Catherine-wheels, jumping-crackers, sky-rockets, three-cornered crackers, Roman-candles, starligh ts, and I know not what else besides. There were dozens and dozens of them.
As fast as the
fireworks were
finished they were
put away in an
empty drawer of
what was called the
press, which was in 7


a room set apart for the boys to do what they liked in, and named the workshop.
At last everything was finished, the guy amongst the rest. Then and not till then did Ted bring his treasures out of the drawer. He laid them on the table, with four boxes of matches, one for
each boy, and his friends rejoiced
at the goodly sight.
just at this moment one'
of the boys struck a match.
He did it for the , purpose of making sure that it would strike,


I suppose, and that all was right. Yet after striking it, by some accident or other-he never could tell how it was donehe dropped the match upon a small packet of gunpowder which lay at the edge of the table.
You can guess the rest. Everything went off, and for some time it seemed as if the cracking and booming, and fizzing and spurting,, would never stop. One of the boys who was standing on a chair, knocked it over in trying to escape, while Nero, the black dog, barked as he had never been known to bark before.
Poor Ted! We were all
very sorry for him, and his M
friends. They tried to fancy 9V
how pleasant. it would have been



if everything had gone off properly, and if the guy had been burnt in the ordinary way. All that was over now, or at any rate the boys thought that it was, and by so doing they showed -that they did not quite understand what a very kind and indulgent mother
Ted had. Auntie would, indeed, have been uncomfortable, if her precious boy had been disg/ appointed, so the fireworks had
NNI scarcely finished
fizzing before


she began to think how she could best make matters right again for Ted.
First she pulled out her purse, and sent for a fresh supply of fireworks-that was a very necessary part of the performance. Then she invited the Ashbys, who were friends of Ted's, to join him in arranging for a display; and as it turned out that the Ashbys had themselves collected a good many fireworks, and also were possessed of a guy, Ted wvelcorned them warmly. Last of all Auntie announced that the entertainment might take place in the garden.
The consequence of all this was that Ted had rather more fun even than he had at first expected. So he was not so very much to be pitied. Still, after this I think you will agree with me when I say that Ted is even more of a pickle than Tom.



NCLE SAM is Ted's Papa. I told you a little while
ago that our Papa always took us to the sea-side during our holidays. Uncle Sam, on the other hand, prefers to take his children to the river. He wishes thern to learn how to manage a boat, how to punt and to paddle. In all this he has not been disappointed. Tom and his brothers can row, punt, paddle, swim, and even fish, as well as he himself can.
Uncle Sam is exceedingly fond of fishing. He will take his punt into quiet waters, where he knows there are plenty of fish, and there he will quietly remain the whole of the day. Emily and I, and even Tom, often wonder that he has patience for it.


One day I asked him if I might go with him to fish. He said, yes, I might, if I would promise to keep very still all the time. So I went, but oh, how tired I was before the day was over. When the fish nibbled and were caught, I was sorry for them; when they did not nibble, I was weary of waiting for them. The punt was so still and the water seemed to be moving quietly past, with the trees and the long grass turned upside down in it, that it almost made me feel ill. I made up my mind then that I would never again ask Uncle Sam to let me go with him when he went fishing.
Ted does not think as we do about 7 -09017 this. He likes to fish, and when his father cannot go with him, he takes his rod, and fishes from the bank of the river. He very



soon as you turn the corner of

often brings home a large dish of trout as the result of his Sday's sport.
Yet I must say, that putting the fishing on one side (and of course no one needs to fish who does not like it), it is very pleasant near the river. Uncle Sam has a cottage about three minutes' walk from the landing stage where the boats are. This cottage is covered with roses, Gloires de Dijon, beauties! They smell so sweetly, and you can scent the perfume as the road coming up from the river.


There is a garden at the back of the house too, but it is given up to Auntie for vegetables; and potatoes, green peas, cabbages, and beans are grown there. There is also a frame for cucumbers, and Auntie is very proud of her cucumbers, of which she has plenty for herself and also for all her friends.
Just at the side of the
cottage is a kennel for Bony the dog. Bony is like Emily and me, he does not like his friends to fish. Whenever he catches sight of any one with a fishing rod he barks furiously.
Every Saturday, Uncle Sam, with Auntie, the children, and any friends who may be


staying in the house, have a picnic. At these times they take their whole fleet, as they call it, which fleet consists of the boat, the punt, the outrigger, and two canoes.
They go up the river, until they come to a pretty spot, which they know well, and have visited scores of times, where the trees hang over and make a pleasant shade.
Here the company disembark. Cousin Ted brings forward the pic-nic hamper, which has been put ready at the end of the boat, and which is filled with cold meats, fruit pies, cool salads, and plenty of cream. The friends dine with their plates in their laps. Then the children disperse to gather flowers or to play in the fields, while Uncle Sam sits in the boat and has a quiet pipe, and Auntie either brings out her work, or sits and talks quietly with her hands in her lap.
Do you not think these pic-nics are pleasant? Should you not like to go to one with us ?
About two miles from Uncle Sarn's cottage there is a large common where the village children play, when out of school, and where also the village donkeys graze after business


hours, and where they are now and then teased by the children.
One day we had been for a long walk, and were returning by way of the common, when we noticed a great many people, with about a dozen horses, and strange looking, untidy women, who stared at us as we passed by. Unusual noises too, were heard, muffled roars, and gibberings and screams.
We were very curious to hear the meaning of all this, so Auntie asked a workman whom she knew what it was
all about. Then we learnt that it was Signor _-__-Thomasino, who with his famous 4_% 43;troupe, menagerie, and hippodrome, had come ___to visit our village. It was added that the R
Signor intended to remain for tvo days only, and that he


"confidently relied on the support of the nobility, gentry, and clergy, of the neighbourhood."
XVe children wished very much to go see the show, but Uncle Sam and Auntie hesitated for a long time about the matter. At length, however, they agreed to take us, for they said that we could not come to any harm if we were with them. So off we started, much to our delight.