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Little ramblers, and other stories

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Little ramblers, and other stories
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Cassell & Company ( Publisher )
W. L. Mershon & Co ( Printer )
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Illustrations engraved by C. Paterson after Walter Goodman.
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THE RUDE MARCH WINDS.








LITTLE RAMBLERS,


AND OTHER STORIES.



BY

FAVORITE AMERICAN AUTHORS.


















CASSELL & COMPANY, LIMITED,
NEW YORK, LONDON, PARIS AND MELBOURNE.








































COPYRIGHT,
1885,
By O. M. DUNHAM.

























W. L. MERSHON & Co.,
Printers and Electrotypers.
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THE TREE-TOAD.
DID you ever see a tree-toad ? He is a pretty little fellow,
soft and gray. He is clean, and pleasant to take in the hand.
He has very odd fingers and toes. They are made so that




















little care. Then he will
come up and take flies from your hand. If you hear some-
thing peep softly in a tree, like this, T-a-a to weet weetery
dee," look out for it. It may be the tree-toad. He looks like
a small bunch of moss on the limb of the tree. Your eyes
must be sharp to see him.
Uncle Will is fond of pets of all kinds. He has a dog,









THE TREE-TOAD.

and a cat, and a squirrel. Besides those, he has some toads,
and lizards, and a tame crane. He came one day to dine
with the children. After playing some little games, they all
sat down to dinner. Uncle Will told a sad story about a
poor girl who was run over by the cars. While he was in
the saddest part of it, the children all laughed. They
jogged each other on the elbows, and began to point.
Uncle Will looked very grave. He did not know what to
think of such conduct. Then little Bertie clapped his hands
and cried, O, Uncle Will, look there! And what do you
think made all the fun ? Why, when Uncle Will was telling
the story, a wee bit of a tree-toad crawled out of his coat
pocket. The cunning little thing climbed upon his shoulder.
There he sat, and winked at the children.
KHAM.


CASTLE-BUILDING.
"Now build me a castle!"
Cried Teddy, our king;
"A beautiful castle,
With turret and wing:
"I 'm tired of houses,
With sheepfold and shed;
Now build a great castle
As high as my head !"

Down came the white sheepfold;
The dear, curly sheep,
And red-cheeked young shepherdess
Tossed in a heap;
And high rose the castle
Till taller than Ted.
Build higher he ordered, -
"Build high as your head!"









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Up, up rose the .castle, Build one story higher !"
A building quite grand, Our architect frowned,
Most carefully built up Obeyed, the walls tottered--
By John's steady hand. Swayed fell to the ground I

Ah, Teddy! wee ruler But don't feel disheartened,
Of hearts and of home, My dear little man,
Your castle is fallen, Frr kind brother Johnnie
And shattered its dome; Will build it again.
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OBEDIENT BESSIE









OBEDIENT BESSIE.

"Sit still, Bessie, and grandpa will come for you. He may be a
little late, but he is sure to come. There my train is off Good-by !"
Bessie Green kissed her father without a word; her heart was too
full, and "came up in her throat," as we say. For Bessie was leaving
home for the first time and felt very, very homesick already. Could
it be that only that very morning-three hours ago-she had kissed
mamma and romped with baby ? Oh, it seemed so long ago !
Grandpa is sure to come, and he'll be so glad to see me," she kept
saying to herself.
In a very few minutes every one but the station-master had left
the place. He was a kindly man, and when it came time to run
home to dinner (his house was just across the road) he asked Bessie
if she wouldn't come home and take dinner with his children? "I've
a bonnie girl that you can have a play with," he said kindly.
"I'm to wait for grandpa, thank you," said Bessie; and then as
she saw she would be alone the tears started.
"What's your grandpa's name, little one ?"
"Mr. Green, sir."
"Oh, farmer Green! Why he fell down this morning and broke
his leg I shouldn't wonder if they'd forgotten all about you in the
flurry. But don't you worry one bit; my boy Tom will take -you
up to grandpa's."
Bessie was puzzled. Papa had said: "Wait till grandpa comes,"
and the little girl had been taught to do just as she was told.
"Would you send Tom to grandpa's and tell I'm here ? Would that
be too much, sir ? Papa said I was to wait till they sent for me."
"Indeed Tom shall start right off," said Mr. Black, with a very
bright smile. You're a good, obedient little girl, and I hope you'll
have many a game with my young ones. Tom shall go at once."
"Not without his dinner, sir," said Bessie. "I can wait."
"It'll not hurt a boy to wait a bit. But I must run across, there's
my wife waving for me."
In five minutes a little girl came running across from the brown
cottage with dinner for herself and Bessie, and the two chatted
merrily till, an hour later, Tom and grandpa's "inen" appeared,
when Bessie went to the farm, promising to come very soon and
"spend the day."








THE DAWN OF NEW YEAR'S DAY.



























THE DAWN OF NEW YEAR'S DAY.

"WAKE up, brother Willie! wake up! do you hear '
It is time we were wishing a Happy New Year
To mamma and papa; to their room let us go,
And give them some kisses for New Year, you know."

Then four little feet patter swift on the floor,
And four little fists hammer loud on the door,








THE IDA VWN OF NEW YEAR'S DAY.

And two little voices call loudly and clear,
"Wake up, mamma! papa! a Happy New Year!"

And two little figures in nightgowns so white,
And two little faces so merry and bright,
Snuggle in mamma's bed like wee birds in their nest,
And close to her warm, loving heart they are pressed.

Then the kisses begin, oh! so freely and fast,
That the two little kissers grow bankrupt at last;
And which are the happier no one can tell, -
May and Will, or the parents who love them so well!

The sunbeams are calling, Come, up and away !
'Tis time you were dressed for the glad New Year's day!"
Ere down from the bedside the children are slipping,
And four little white feet go merrily skipping

In search of the stockings and shoes which await
Their four little owners who linger so late.
And the beautiful New Year, so gayly begun,
Is flooded with sunshine and frolic and fun!
MARY D. BRINE.












THE LITTLE HOUSEKEEPER.

Lizzie is a wonderful little housekeeper. Mamma keeps but one
servant, and, as there is a great deal to do [and mamma is busy
taking care of the children, Lizzie helps in many ways.
"But doesn't she go to school ?"
Certainly she does. But Lizzie would tell you there is plenty of
time before and after school. She is up at six o'clock every morning
in winter and at five in summer. It is she who sets the table, makes
the beds, and washes the dishes. Then after school she irons the
towels, handkerchiefs and stockings, and that she enjoys very much.
She watches Bridget starch papa's shirts and sees how she irons
them, and she has a grand surprise next vacation for mamma. Ah,
you have guessed it! Yes, she is going to "do up" a shirt herself.
On Saturday Lizzie puts on a big cooking apron and bakes cake
and makes a nice dessert for Sunday. All this is great fun to Lizzie,
and yet is very useful. But I must tell you what a nice reward
Lizzie received for her kind helpful deeds.
One day a strange gentleman came to the school and talked to
the children. "You are all learning very useful things in school,"
he said, "but I wonder how many of you girls are learning to be
good housekeepers? I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll give a prize to
the girl who makes the best cake, and another to the one who makes
the best pudding, and another for the best baked custard."
The school-girls looked at each other, and almost every one said
"I'll try;" the girls who had never tried cooking were sure it would
be easy enough." They had two days to try in, and what a time
there was in almost every kitchen in the village.
Lizzie did not talk much about trying. She just said: "Mother,
may I bake cake and dessert for Sunday very early Friday morning ?"
And mamma said, "Yes "; for she could trust her Lizzie.
Who gained the prizes? Lizzie, to be sure. She brought a
sponge cake and a cocoanut layer cake, a pudding that tasted like
plum-pudding, but was made without eggs and with carrots, and a
custard that was baked to a turn. The gentleman was so pleased
that he gave her a little silver watch. Now, suppose you try a little
housework.





















































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ROY'S HORSES.

WHEN Roy was a little boy he had many fine horses.
"I will tell you about them.
His first horse was nurse's knee. It was
a hard horse to ride, for it could only trot.
Roy was very small when he
.I rode this horse, so small that he
Could not hold his head up.
iX When the horse would trot,
Roy's head would roll round
as though it would drop off;
and nurse would sing as loud
Sas she could:




"Trot away to Boston,
Trot away to Lynn,
Trot away to Boston,
Trot home again."
Roy's next horse was a very
gay one. This was his father's
foot. 0, what fine rides Roy -
had on this horse! His (I
father held his hands so
that he could not fall off.
His next horse was a
pretty tin one. It was a
red horse with blue mane
and tail. He held his head
high, and was a fine horse
to look at, but Roy could not ride him. He could only lead him about
with a string, so he was soon tired of him.









ROY'S HORSES.

But Roy had a great deal of sport with
his four-horse team. He could sit in the
arm-chair, that was the coach, and crack
his whip and make a great deal of noise.
To be sure, the horses were only four
chairs, but Roy held the lines in his hand
and said, Get up, Charley! Gee !
Whoa and had great fun.
Next came the rocking-horse. Ah
then Roy was happy! This was a
fine horse, dark bay, with white
mane, and tail made of real






horse-hair. Roy named him Dick. He never got tired of Dick till
he had a live horse.
That was the best of all. A real live
^- horse! Roy was seven years old. He used
to ride after the cows. Roy was a happy
boy.
i To be sure, the ears of this horse
were very long, and his
head was
large. He
was only
a donkey;
but he was
a live one,
""and Roy
could ride
him all
day.









ROY'S HORSES.

The only thing Roy did not like was,
that he could not lead Tom up to the
fence to get on 6 his back. For a long
time Roy could never get a ride un-
less some one was near to lift him
on the don- key's back.
But Roy was smarter-than the
donkey, and one day he
thought of something. There
stood the donkey, and Roy
wanted to ride, but he
could not lead him any-




where, so that he could
get on. All at once Roy
spied fence board on the
ground, and he put one end
on the donkey's back, and then crawled up on the board and got on.
Roy never had any more trouble about getting on his donkey when
he could find a board.
L. A. B. C.









A WEE LITTLE THING.


A WEE LITTLE THING.

"A WEE little thing." That's what some people called Maggie
Bell. She was a tiny little girl only seven years old, and did not
look to be as old as that, she was so small and
light. When she walk- sy ed, her feet seemed scarce-
ly to touch the ground, fot'r she :bounded up into
the air as if she had wings and were going to
fly away. Papa said h e could easily put her in
his pocket, if his pocket were
only a little broader and a
little deeper. 3- 1WhIn u she first
came to this : wolld ,ie was
such "a wee
little thing," e w
she could go
into a quart cup.
Everybody in the houe ls
loved her, and took such
good care of her that
she kept on growing te
and growing. But even
when she was seven
years old she was still "a wee
little thing." But then she
seemed to fill a larger place in fthe house than
any one of the g-rown people. For, as every
one had cared for her, so she cared fior every ione. Papa and
mamma and her hig" brother Tom and lher grandpa
and all the servants were under her care; for every day
she did something to make them all happy.
When she laughed and danced about the room she made them
happy. If she happened to be out of sight a few minutes, some
one of the family would always say, Where is our little Maggie ? "
and then she would come in, with her hoop on her arm, and tell









A WEE LITTLE THING.

them all what she had seen, and what was said to her on the side-
walk. Mr. Sims came along and said he wished she was his little
girl. She told him she could n't be spared, she had so much to do
in the house, that, any way, grandpa could n't live without her.
Grandpa smiled when she said this, and took out his pocket-hand-
kerchief and rubbed his spectacles, and then put them on again, to
get a better look at his rosy little Maggie.
Could you spare me, grandpa,-
could you ?" she said, patting his with-
ered cheeks with her dimpled hands.
My darling! my treasure!" replied
grandpa. Your grandpa is very old,
Sand the world would be a lonesome
place for him without his little Maggie."
I won't ever let you be lonesome,"
said little Maggie, patting his cheeks
/ again; "and I won't ever let you be
tired, for I'll find your spectacles
every time you lose 'em, and I '11 find
your newspaper too."
Poor grandpa! said the old man,
"he 's very old."
"Never mind, grandpa," replied
Maggie; "you '11 go up to the beautiful
land by and by, -pretty soon, I guess,
- and then the angels will say, 'Put away your spectacles, and
your cane too, for you won't ever be old any more.'"
Grandpa smiled.
"' Won't ever be old any more,'" he repeated to himself, as he
nodded in his arm-chair.
Then he waked and slept and waked again.
Won't ever be old any more,'" he repeated, and as he nodded
again, his spectacles slipped off his nose and dropped on the carpet.
Maggie picked them up; and grandpa said; "If there's any-
body in this world who knows what 'the angels will say' to me
'by and by,' it is the wee little thing,' my darling little Maggie."
PAUL COBDEN.





















NINE LITTLE GAD-ABOUTS.

LITTLE Dame Gad-about, Mistress Quack went bathing
Once upon a time, On the self-same day;
Started for the sea-shore, With her three young ladies,
With her children nine; In their suits of gray, -
Nine little Gad-abouts, Three charming Misses Quack,
Dressed in their best, Coming from their bath, -
Bottle-green waistcoat, Met the little Gad-abouts
Brownish striped vest. Marching down the path.
Keeping step together, Mistress Quack bethought her,
Left foot, then the right, 'T is our time to dine;
Like a band of soldiers, Make yourselves at home, dears,-
What a pretty sight! Gobble up the nine!"


Little Dame Gad-about,
Scenting the fray,
Lifted her gauzy wings
And soared far away.
Nine little Gad-abouts,
Pausing, alack !
Furnished a nice repast
For the Misses Quack.

MOTHER CAREY.














BLOSSOM'S EAR-ACHE.

Did you ever have an ear-ache ? I hope not, for it is a very, very
bad pain. This picture makes me think of how my own little
Blossom suffered from an ear-ache. The little fellow in the picture
sits very quiet, doesn't he? But Blossom was all the time in
mamma's lap when she had an ear-ache. The little girl would not
let mamma put any thing in the ear to make it better, and at last,
after three or four days, mamma said: "I will put two leeches on
Blossom's ear."
"You see, a long time ago when Will, Blossom's big brother, had
had a bad ear-ache, the doctor had put two leeches behind his ear,
and after they had sucked a lot of blood Will was better and he
never had another ear-ache. So her mamma sent for two leeches to
put on her little girl.
Have you ever seen a leech ? They are not at all pretty. They
live in the water, and if they taste blood they will take hold and
bite and suck and suck until they are all swelled up, and then they
roll off.
Well, we scratched dear little Blossom and then held the leeches,
one in front and one behind her pretty little ear, and very soon the:
ugly black things got hold and sucked our dear little girl's blood.
Then by and by they rolled off, and mamma thought all she had to
do was to put a piece of cotton on the place where the leech had
bitten. But the blood kept trickling out and trickling out-all
night long!
How frightened papa and mamma were! Dear little Blossom was
so very still and looked so white But God was good to us and our
little girl got quite well, for the next morning the blood stopped
flowing and in a day or two Blossom could run about as well as ever.
And the best of it is she has not had any more ear-ache.
Blossom's brother, Robbie, kept one of the leeches, and he has him
still in a bottle of water. I should think the poor thing would
starve; but one thing I am sure of-he will not get a chance of suck-
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THE BIRTH-DAY PARTY.

"When I'm seven years old, mamma ? "
"Yes, Nancy, when you are seven you shall have a birth-day party."
And who will come ?"
"All the little people we know that are either five, or six, or seven."
"Let's see, mamma. Cousin Herbert is seven, and Mamie Strong
is five, and- "
"Hattie and Georgie Price must come, and Susy Perkins and dear
little Bella Noyes."
"And Ella Marston, mamma."
"She is eight, but she and little Marjorie must come, and then
Charlie Lamb; I think those will be all."
"How many will there be ?" asked Nancy.
"Let me see," said kind mamma, counting them over. Nine in
all, and you will make ten."
"Please tell me all about it," begged Nancy, so, as mamma worked
she talked:
About four o'clock you will be nice and fresh and clean and then
your little friends will begin to come."
"Ella and Marjorie first, because they are the nearest."
Yes, and then probably Charlie Lamb, and soon you will begin to
play games-' Spin the Platter,' and 'I Spy,' and' Hunt the Slip-
per.' And by and by you will all feel a little warm and tired, even
though you play on the soft grassy lawn, and papa will sit down
among you and tell you a story."
"And what will you do, mamma ?"
"Oh, I shall be busy with Margaret getting the tea ready for all of
you. I shall make all the nice cakes, and jellies, and ice cream in the
morning, but at five o'clock I must set the table." And mamma
smiled as she said this, for Nancy's birth-day present was to be a set
of dishes; but Nancy was not to know any thing about them till
she saw the pretty tea-table.
"And then when you ring the bell we'll all go through the glass
door into the dining-room. And don't forget, mamma, that I am to
pour the tea. Dear me! the teapot will be pretty heavy."
Mamma smiled and said she would help her little girl, and just then
papa came across the lawn and Nancy ran to meet him. And they
did have the party and played on the lawn, as you see in the picture.



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LITTLE WINNIE.

LITTLE Winnie was fond of playing lady," as she called it. She
would tell me to be "Mrs. Brown" and she would be "Mrs. Rose."
Then she would come to see me and ask how I felt. I would say,
"Very well, Mrs. Rose, how are you this morning?" "I am well
too," she would add, "but Lucille has a pain in her wibs."
Lucille was Winnie's
pretty wax doll, and must
Shave been a very delicate
I one, for Winnie would
always tell of "the pain
in her wibs whenever she
was left at home.
Winnie did n't look
S strong herself, but had
"never been ill before the
S time I am telling you of.
She was such a good little
girl, Aunt Phillis, the cook,
told Winnie's mamma she
never would raise that
child, she was too good to
live.
Well, I must tell you of Winnie's birthday party. You would
have laughed if you could have seen us.
Besides Gip and Tabbie my dog and cat there were only
Winnie with Lucille, and I with Belle.
Belle was an old doll of mine, almost as large as Winnie. Belle
is never brought out from the attic except on great occasions, like
Winnie's birthday.
We set our "party-table" under the oak-tree on the lawn.
Winnie placed the tea-set on the table, while I got the goodies
ready. Belle had used that same tea-set when she was young. But
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LITTLE WINNIE.

Through respect to her age, Belle was placed at the head of the
table, and she behaved just as well as if she knew that to be the seat
of honor. But Gip was just "horrid," as Winnie said. While I was
pouring out the tea, Winnie was kept very busy quieting Gip. He
would try to lick Belle in the face, in spite of all Winnie's efforts to






















make him behave. At last Winnie said "he was too drefful to come
to parties." She then sent him from the table, as mammas some-
times do little folks when they are naughty.
Tabbie was "beautiful," though she did lap her milk from a
saucer, and spatter it on Lucille's dress. Lucille was not at all
cross, and did n't say one word about it.
After the dinner was over I told Winnie we would take the dolls
and gather some flowers. But Winnie said, Wait a little while, I
have a pain in my wibs."
Lucille never suffered much from these pains. I was not uneasy
until I took Winnie's hand in mine. It felt very hot. I noticed









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her cheeks were rosier than usual; so I called John and told him
"to drive us over to Winnie's home."
She enjoyed the ride very much; but when I asked her if the pain
was better, she said, "Yes, but I think we will'have to leave the
flowers till to-morrow."
We did leave' them for several to-morrows," for Winnie was
put in a hot bath as soon as she got home. The doctor came to see
her many times. We were quite uneasy about her.
Aunt Phillis was sure she must die, because she was so patient."
But Winnie at last got well, and her mamma gave her a pretty little
tea-set for taking the bad medicine without crying.
AUNT NELL.









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A LITTLE EAST INDIAN BOY.

AWAY over on the other side of the world are the East Indies.
The people there are called East Indians.
When Columbus discovered the New World, and called it America,
he thought he had found a part of India. He called the islands
where he first landed the West Indies. The other India was called
the East Indies.
A great many years after, people went to the West Indies to
raise sugar-cane. They sent to Africa and stole many people from
there. They carried them to these islands and made them work on
their lands. The people who were taken from their homes were









A LITTLE EAST INDIAN BOY.

called negroes. As their country is hot, like the West Indies, they
did very good work for their masters.
But as the world grew older the people living in it began to
feel that it was wrong to make slaves of their fellow-men. After
much trouble the black men were set free, and not made to work
if they did not want to.
Though this was good for the black men, it was bad for the white
men, the planters, who owned them.
"Their great estates lay idle, because
the negro would not work.
Then they sent to the East Indies
and hired the natives of that land
to come over and help them. They
promised to give them good pay
for five years if they would work
for them, A great many left their
homes and came to the West Indies
to work for the planters. Some-
times whole shiploads of men,
women, and children came. A
doctor goes with them, who cares
for the sick, and they do not have
to work very hard.
Many of them make a good deal
of money. After they have served
five years they can work for themselves. They then open little shops,
and keep goats, fowl, and cattle. They make more money than ever
before in their lives, and much of this money they spend for jewelry.
This little boy, with rings about his legs and arms, and coins
hung about his neck, is one of the coolies. Coolie, in their lan-
guage, means slave; but he is not a slave. He is as happy and
pleasant as any white boy. He is not black, like the negro, but
dark brown. His hair is black and straight. The negro's hair is
black and curly. The boys in that hot climate lead a very happy
life, and do not have to wear much clothing.
FREDERICK A. OBER.














GIVING CONCERTS.

I never knew such children for play as the Dares! They used
to study hard enough in school hours, but after that how they would
play Little Lilian Dare actually played the violin, and that made
Rose, the oldest daughter, think of a new game, which they kept up
all winter. It was called "giving concerts."
The trouble was this was a pretty noisy game and they had to be
sure that mamma had no headache before they began it.
"Mamma, have you got a headache ? Rose would ask, and then
mamma knew what was coming and would say:
Oh, so you are to give a concert. Well, go on, only do let our
Lily play a solo, for the horn and the drum are very noisy and not
always in perfect time or tune."
"It's all right," Rose would say. "Now for my music stand!
The musicians will please take their places."
The dolls were the audience, and when there was time they were
always in full dress, though the boys thought that part was rather
foolish.
Mac played on a waiter, but he was saving all his pocket money
for a pair of cymbals and a triangle. Really, they managed to play
Home, Sweet Home and "The Sweet By and By quite nicely, so
nicely that at Christmas time mamma had a surprise for them.
Mac found a pair of cymbals and a triangle in his stockings.
Katy, the drummer, found a very good accordion, May a beautiful
new flute, and Jack a horn instead of his trumpet.
And what did Rose get? Why, a real music stand, to be sure,
instead of the library steps, and a nice book full of music. You may
be sure the children played "giving concerts harder than ever; but
it was not all play, for Rose had to stop leading and play her part
on the piano, and the others had really to practice. But how
pleasant it was, after the hard work, to give papa a real concert on
his birthday, and how nice the ice cream and cake tasted after they
had been playing!


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HARRY'S FIRST MOTTO.

HIARY is six years
of age. He thought
the other day that he
S k i should like to work a
.motto. A motto is
done with a needle
and worsted on card-
board. Boys do not
S. sew as nicely as girls,
but he said he knew
he could make one
like Maud's. So his
"mother let him.
He said he would
make, "Kind words
can never die." The
way it looked, when
done, all in nice red and
green shades, may be seen on
the next page.
Harry gave it to his Uncle John. His
uncle liked it, because it showed a good spirit.
He did not like it any the less for the funny S"








NID-NODDING.

and N." It is queer that at first almost all boys and girls
make their S" and their "N wrong.
If you will get cardboard that is nicely shaded, almost any
boy or girl can make a nice motto. It is a pretty present to
give any one. Make it off by yourselves and surprise mother
or father with it on some birthday.
R. W. LOWRIE.


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NID-NODDING.

Go, little darling, go,
Nid-nodding to Bye-low:
The snow-white sheep \: A
Are fast asleep,
In such a pretty row,
All in the sweet Bye-
low;
Then go, my darling, go.
M. J. T.










NORMA.

"Do not you think
this little girl has a
happy face? Yet
she has had a very
hard, sad life. Little
Norma belonged in
a circus company,
and her father made
her learn to do very
difficult and danger-
ous things. Before
she was seven years
old she had to ride
on a pony with no
saddle. She had to
dance and sing, no
matter how sleepy
.. and tired she was.
S..But you know
1. there is a society
that hunts up all the
children that are
"badly treated and
makes the fathers
take better care of
NT" their children or else
(if they will not do
NoRMA. that) they take the
children away. This society found out what hard, dangerous work
was expected from little Norma, and they would not allow her to go
on. Her father was so angry about it that he said he would not
take care of her, and her mother was dead. Then a kind gentleman
who heard of poor little Norma took her to his home. He had no
children, and was glad to have the bright little girl. And he took
very good care of her.
At first Norma was lonely and missed her rough friends, for some








NORMA.
of the circus people had been kind to her; but after a day or two
she took a fancy to the little kitten you see in her arms, and then
she soon grew as bright and frolicsome as Puss. She taught her
kitten to jump over a stick. Have you ever tried to do that ? A
cat learns that trick very easily.
But soon Norma had to go to school, and she did not like that at
all, at first. She cried more over her little spelling lesson than she
had cried over her dancing lessons, though they were much harder.
After she had been to school for two weeks a new teacher came, and
little Norma "fell in love with her, as we say. Then she loved to
go to school, and did her best to please her dear teacher. And pretty
soon she began to love to study, and instead of holding her kitten
all the time, as she had done, she was very often reading some nice
book, or working away at her sums. But one thing no one could
teach Norma; that was, to sew. She did not seem able to learn at
all, and at last her new mother said: "I will not try any more; I
will not let her touch a needle for two years."
When her mother said that Norma was not to touch a needle the
little girl was thirteen. At first she was only too glad; but when
she got to be fourteen she began to make friends with girls who
did a great many pretty things with their needle, and then she wished
to do like them. But mamma would not'let her-not until she was
fifteen. The more she could not sew, the more Norma longed to try,
and a month before she was fifteen, when her kind papa asked her
what she would like for her birth-day, what do you think she said ?
Yes! a work-box !
So her papa made her a birth-day present of a very handsome
work-box. And she soon learned, with her mamma's aid, to sew
neatly and very quickly.













GOING TO SEE THE COWS.

AY n't I take Maud to see the cows asked
SGertie.
"You needn't bother to take me; for I
can see them well enough from this win-
Sdow," added Maud quickly. Maud was rather
afraid of cows.
0, not those! exclaimed Gertie. I mean
S- the cows up at the dairy-farm."
S/ 4' Yes, you may go," replied her mamma.
Off they started, across the bridge, through
-,, a large wooden gate, into a barn-yard. Then
they came to a long, low wooden building, and
Gertie opened a door and peeped in.
"Let's stay here," she said; "they are just
going to call the cows."
A man wearing a blue checked shirt, and a very
S large hat, came out and blew a bugle once, twice,
several times. Soon a number of cows came down
the slope at the other side of the yard.
They are all named," said the man with the bugle, to Gertie and
Maud. That black one is Kate, the flaky one is Whitewash, the
Alderney is Belle, and so on. All twenty-eight of them know their
own names and their own places, as I will show you."
He threw open a large door at the lower end of the stables, and
in trotted the cows, one after another, taking their places in the
stalls. Another man tied them in by short chains, while a third
gave a supper of meal to each cow. A little boy followed the third
man, and swept up the meal. Then the cows were milked.
Maud wanted to know how the cattle ever learned to come at the
sound of the bugle. The man was very willing to explain how he
:tulght them. He drove the cows in, chained them up, and blew the
.:*lbugle before them. At first they were very much frightened. He










GOING TO SEE THE COWS.


















then fed them. This he repeated until
they lost their fear and connected supper
with the sound. After that, when he blew
the bugle in the afternoon, they knew they would get their meal if
they went to the stables.
"I'm real glad you took me," said Maud as they returned. I
did n't know cows had so much sense."
"My mamma says even stupid creatures may be taught by
patient kindness," replied Gertie.
EDYTH KIRKWOOD.




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LILY'S PET DEER.

ALTHOUGH Lily lived far
in the country, and had no
Brothers or sisters, she was
Saa never lonely. She had a
Beautiful pet deer for a play-
mate.
poii Lily called her deer Beauty.
When Lily was only four
years old her father brought
Beauty home with him.
Beauty was a very little fawn
then, with white spots on her
back and sides.
Lily and Beauty grew very fond of
each other, and had nice times at play. Lily
S.; .. liked to run after Beauty, she went in such
pretty leaps and bounds.
Beauty would not play so nicely with Jack, a little colored boy
on the farm. She liked to tease him. She would stand on her
hind feet, and pretend she was going to strike him with her fore-
feet. The boy would always scream and run to Lily when he saw
Beauty coming.
But Beauty would go into the gardens near the farms, and eat
the vegetables. The farmers complained to Lily's father, and he
promised to do something with Beauty.
One day a traveller stopped at Lily's home and wanted to buy
Beauty. Lily kept quiet until she saw the man take out his purse.
Then she could stand it no longer. She ran to her father, but could
not speak for crying. Beauty ran to Lily and put her head on her
arm as if she wished to comfort her.









LILY'S PET DEER.

When Lily could speak, she told her father she would make Beauty
stay with her during the day. She would fasten her at night, so
she could not annoy the farmers. Lily's father was very sorry
for her, and told the visitor he would try Beauty again.






















The gentleman rode on, and left Lily and Beauty better friends
than ever. Lily did n't know how fond she was of Beauty until
she came so near losing her.
AUNT NELL.



SUMMER'S DAWN.

THE hill-tops gild with the coming light;
The shadows lift from glen and rill;
The birds o'er the meadows wing their flight,
And with sweet songs the woodlands fill.









SUMMER'S DA TV.

The murmur of the rippling brooks,
The buzz of insects on the lawn,
The hovering mists o'er flowery nooks,
All speak of the approach of dawn.

Sweet perfumes, fresh from Flora's dells,
Rise heavenward through the leafy trees,
And thistle-down, from prickly cells,
Goes floating on the balmy breeze.




















Old Sol with smiles peeps o'er the hill,
And rises in the purple sky;
His rays each woody recess fill,
Where tangled vines and mosses lie.

The lovely flowers, with pearly gems,
That dreamy, rolling meads adorn,
And ferns and harebells of the glens,
All hail the summer's happy dawn.
FRANK H. SELDEN.

























HER MATCH.
LITTLE Flossie was five years old. She had
a little brother Johnnie who was two and a half
years old. They were playing party. Flossie
had eaten all her goodies. Seeing Johnnie's
spread out before him in most tempting
array, she raised her large gray eyes, and said,
"Johnnie, play you said, 'Sister, won't you
have some o' my goodies ?'"
Little Johnnie, looking as grave as a judge,
replied, "Flossie, play I said,' I sha' n't do it.' "
Flossie dropped her head, feeling she had met
her match.
MRS. J. M. FOSTER.
































WHO TOLD MAGGIE
"Teddie! Teddie !"
The neighbors were used to hearing that cry. "Teddy Whit-
comb was always being called," they would say; and sometimes
when Mrs. Gray's baby had just dropped off asleep Bridget's sharp
cry of "Teddie, Teddie boy! would wake the little thing and Mrs.
Gray would say: "I do wish that boy could be kept in now and
then."
Perhaps if Teddie had had a mother she might have managed him
better; but Mrs. Whitcomb was dead, and Maggie, Ted's older sister
-his big sister," as he called her-though she did her best, could
not keep him from straying off to the shore, morning, noon and night.
So, as I was saying, no one felt at all alarmed when, after Bridget
had called the boy two or three times, Maggie ran down to the beach
to seek him.
Poor Maggie! She was only fourteen, but she was so tall and
looked so grown-up that no one seemed to think she wanted to romp









WHO TOLD MAGGIE?
and play as the other girls did. She took care of the house, and of
Teddie and the little twin girls, Rose and Lily; so you can see that
she would have very little time for play.
Run down to the shore, Miss Maggie," Bridget had said, a breath
of the sea will do you good, and sure the tide's in and the boy should
be home an hour back." And Maggie, not very anxious but very
glad of a run on the beach, ran off. She took off her shoes and stock-
ings, and then, paddling in the salt water, called: "Teddie Teddie! "
"Where could the boy be ? And how high the tide was Why,
there was that great rock where she had often sat with dear mamma,
all under water-she had never seen the tide as high as that except that
year when her little friend Hattie Lee was drowned-caught by the
tide, and brought home cold and dead to her poor mother. What if
Ted were caught in some cave Maggie, fairly frightened, looked up
and down the beach calling in loud, anxious tones: Teddie! Teddie !"
Will she hear the little boy? He is screaming as loudly as he
can: "Here I am, Maggie! Here! Here!" But the waves are so
high and make such a noise, and she will never look in the cave !
Teddie had found that cave for the first time that morning, and had
been playing Robinson Crusoe-what fun it was-until the water
came in and in, and, to his horror, he saw he could not get out. He
climbed up on a little ledge he had called his mantle-piece, and there
he sat till he heard Maggie calling: "Teddie !"
She'll never hear, and I'll drown," thought the little boy. Oh,
if there was only some one to run and tell her She can swim, and
then she's so tall she could reach me Oh if there was only some one! "
"God knows, ask Him to tell her," a voice seemed to whisper in
the poor little boy's ear, and then Teddie did ask God, and waited
patiently, sure that He would.
"I'll look in every hollow and cave," said Maggie.
"There's a cave-look there," something whispered. The waves
filled that hole almost to the top. But-suppose Teddie were in
there ? She stopped to think and-hark what was that ?
"Maggie, Sister Maggie I knew God would tell you."
"Are you there ? Oh, Teddie, sister'll get you in a minute." And
tall Maggie walked through the waves, which came up to her very
neck, and pulled the little boy from his perch and carried him out."
Neither Maggie or Ted ever forgot Who told where Teddie was.














PATTY'S SPRING.
"WE 've got a spring at our house," said
Patty, running in to see Rose, next door.
Rose did not know what Patty meant.
Neither did Rose's mother know, who was
sitting by an "open fire," but she said, "Can
you fill a cup at your spring, Patty ?"
Then Patty did not know what Rose's mother
meant. She opened her eyes wide, and said,
" What would folks fill a cup for, in the spring?
Our spring is come now, because we've got a
'pattica'!"
What is that ? said Rose.
"I told you," said Patty,-" a 'pattica'! They
always come when it's spring, and we've got
two lovely white ones."
"You don't mean hepaticas, do you, Patty?
You could not find those delicate little blossoms
in November. You will have to wait until
April for them."







PATTY'S SPRING.
"No, indeed," said Patty. "Come in my
house and see!" So Rose and her mother
went
into
Patty's
house
to see.
"There!" said Pat-
ty, pointing to a fernery
near the window, did n't I
tell you we had a spring?"
Sure enough. Two pretty white
hepaticas, on tall slender white stems,
peeping above the scarlet twin-berries and
pale green ferns, nodded to each other in
glee as great as Patty's, because they could
open their eyes in November. Patty was
right. It was spring in the fernery.
JULIA P. BALLARD.




















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"They haven't got any money to
Nh send her to the hospital."



to send her to Philadelphia."
"I wonder, if the rest of the girls and boys helped, if we couldn't
make the money?"
Now I ain't going to help have a fair," said Johnny, stoutly.
"You girls eat all the candy, and the things you make ain't worth
half what you ask, and- "
"Now, Johnny, I wasn't going to say a word about a fair. But
couldn't we do something like the big folks do w hey want to
help the poor ? "









THE CHILDREN'S LA WN PARTY

"My father says the best way is just to give what you can, right
out," said Johnny.
"But folks won't do that," said Mary, with a wise shake of her
head. "Let's ask Cousin Clara." So Cousin Clara heard all about
lame Janey, and how much the cousins would like to help her get to
the hospital, where she might be cured. She sat and thought a while
and then said:
"Perhaps you might give a lawn party, with some singing."
"Oh, what's a lawn party ?" asked Mary, eagerly.
"It's a party out-doors. Johnny and some of his boy friends
would have to fix up a tent, and you, Mary, and some of your girl
friends, must make cake and lemonade, and then I would teach a lot
of you children to sing some old songs, and dress you in old-fashioned
style."
"Oh, you dear, good Cousin Clara!" they both exclaimed.
How all the children worked! Some had to make the cake, and
all had to practice the songs. Mary and Sue, who sang very well
indeed, sang one or two solos, and the others sang the chorus. Do
not they look funny in their queer dresses? Cousin Clara made
them open their mouths well when they sang, and Jim Porter nearly
stretched his mouth, he opened it so very wide. Every one came to
the lawn party and paid twenty-five cents to come, and then bought
cake and lemonade, and-what do you think? Why, Mr. Porter
sent five gallons of ice cream, and they sold almost half of it for ten
cents a plate, and then the singers had all they wanted for nothing !
Wasn't that good ?
But the best of all was that they made fifteen dollars and thirty-
five cents for Janey, and now she is in the hospital and is getting
well fast.

















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PUSSIE, PUSSIE WHITE-FOOT.

PUSSIE, Pussie White-foot Pussie, Pussie White-foot,
In the morning came, Hungry and alone,
Wet, and cold, and draggled In the baby's play-room
With the sleet and rain. Found a pleasant home.










Pussie, Pussie White-foot, Pussie, Pussie White-foot,
Mottled brown and black; Fur as soft as silk;
When she sees old Carlo, See her roll and tumble!
How she bends her back! See her lap her milk
FRANK H. STAFFER.

























OUT FOR A WALK.

ONE little girlie
Out for a walk,
Two little babies
Learning to talk;
Three little doggies
Chasing a rat;
Four little kittens
Teasing a cat.








OUT FOR A WALK.

There, by the gate,
In the bright summer weather,

Pups, babes, and kittie-cats
All met together.

Out came a donkey
With a loud bray,-

Pups, babes, and kittie-cats
All ran away!
MRS. SUSAN ARCHER WEISS.







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