Our baby's easy book

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Our baby's easy book little lessons and stories for little folk
Thomson, Peter G ( Peter Gibson ), 1851-1931 ( Publisher )
Place of Publication:
Peter G. Thomson
Publication Date:
Physical Description:
1 v. (unpaged) : ill. ; 23 cm.


Subjects / Keywords:
Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Children's stories ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1886 ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1886
Children's stories ( lcsh )
novel ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage:
United States -- Ohio -- Cincinnati
Target Audience:
juvenile ( marctarget )


Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
Statement of Responsibility:
by the author of "Our baby's pleasure book," "The chatterbox picture gallery," etc.

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University of Florida
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Baldwin Library of Historical Children's Literature in the Department of Special Collections and Area Studies, George A. Smathers Libraries, University of Florida
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TROTTY sits in a shady nook,
Trotty is reading a story book.
Two little birds look down to see
What the pretty story can be.
_M AMMA'S boy is eat-
ing his supper;
sweet milk with white
bread broken into it. The
moqn looks in at the win-
dow. What does the moon
Essay to mamma's boy? The
moon cannot speak. If it
could it would p y that
mamma's boy ought to be
in bed and asleep.

ERTHA and Fred
were out walking.
Trip, their dog, was with
them. It was warm, and
Fred did not like to wear
his hat, so he put it on
STrip's head. As they
Walked along through
the woods they found
Many things to look at:
flowers, leaves, butterflies, birds, and insects.
At last they came to a curious little creature,
that was sunning himself on a large flat rock.
Here is the picture of the curious little creat-
ure. Do you know his name?

W HAT wise looking rabbits
these are! Dou you sup-
pose they are reading and writ-
ing? Rabbits cannot read; rab-
bits cannot write; rabbits cannot
speak. They can hop about and
nibble grass, but it would be
foolish to send them to school.
Little boys and. girls can learn
to read and write and spell.

B ABY is lying on the sofa asleep. Snip is
the dog. He loves the baby. When the
baby takes a nap, Snip jumps upon the sofa and
watches. Snip is a good nurse. He will not
let any one come near while baby is asleep.
By-and-by Baby will open her blue eyes and
laugh; then she and Snip will be all ready for
a frolic.
H ERE is a fat spider in his
web. He is on the watch
for a fly. When one comes in
Sight he will wait until it is
near enough, and then dart
upon it and bring it into his
\ house. Poor fly! when once its
bright wings are caught in the spider's curious
web, it can never, never get away again.

TOMMY has been to the market,
Tommy the dinner has brought;
Tommy comes home with the basket,
Tommy has done as he ought.

Tommy can go on an errand,
And Tommy can study his book;
Tommf is fond of a frolic,
You see there is fun in his look.

A wonderful boy is Tommy:
We will keep him a boy while we can;
But almost before we know it
Our Tommy will be a young man.


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N OW, Miss Puss, I am sure you are out here
for no good. You are looking for a bird,
but no bird shall you have. You are a bad cat-
you are a very lazy cat, or you would stay at
home in the cellar and catch mice." "Mew!
mew! mew!" answered Miss Puss, and she
looked'up into Mary's face as if theiA were a
great deal more she might say if Mary could
only understand cat-talk. "I want you to go
away from these trees," said Mary, "and run
home and catch a mouse for your dinner. That
is the way all good cats do. Scat! scat!" and
aN ay ran Miss Puss with her tail in the air.

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SEE the children popping corn over the bright
coals in the fire-place. Fanny and John
shell the corn, Annie shakes the popper, Tom-
my watches the fire, and little Alice helps her-
self from the dish. Pop! pop! pop! it goes,
and the children laugh, and their cheeks grow
red. When the dish is heaped full of the beau-
tiful snowy kernels, they will sit down and
have a feast. The children are at grandpa's
house, and they think it much nicer than the
one they live in. But there are two rooms
they like best of all. One is the kitchen with
the open fire-place, the other is the garret.
They call the garret the "Old Curiosity Shop."
Can you guess why?

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'DOOR Dick cut his finger, and drops of blood
fell from the wound. The pain and the
sight of the blood frightened Dick, and he ran
crying to his sister Alice. See how motherly
she looks. She has bound a bit of soft clean
linen on the cut finger, which was just the
right thing to do. A nice little nurse is Alice.

G OOD morning, bright boy. You are up
with the birds, and look as fresh as the
flowers. Run out into the fresh air. By-and-
by breakfast will be ready, and after breakfast
comes the reading and spelling lesson. A pleas
ant day, to you, bright boy!

ALICE and her brother Harry have been to
school. On their way home they think
it will be fine fun to stop and wade in the
brook. So they leave the bag in which they
carry their books on the bank, close by their
shoes and stockings. "0, look!" cried Harry ;
"here are some fishes. I mean to catch them."
But the fishes were too quick for Harry, and
he could not catch them. Just then a turtle
dove into the water with a loud splash. He
could not swim so fast as the fishes. So Harry
caught him, and went home feeling very grand.
When Harry is a little older he will learn how
to catch fishes with a hook and line, and bring
them home to eat.

THIS funny-looking man, dressed all in fur,
lives in a very cold country. He is going
to travel a long way on the snow, and so he
has put on his snow shoes. They will carry
him safely over the broad ice-fields. The
funny-looking man has a funny-looking wife.
Her dress is like his only a little larger, and
she wears a larger hood. It needs to be larger,
for she carries her babies in it! What do you
think of that for a baby wagon! The funny-
looking man loves his country, cold as it is. He
thinks it the best country to live in in all the

HiERE is a picture of the kind of a house
that the funny-looking man, dressed all
in fur, lives in. Do you see it is being made of
blocks of snow; and when the house is finished,
the seats and the table and the sleeping-places
will all be made of snow, too, and then covered
with skins. How cold it must be! You think so,
but the funny man and his wife and his babies
make themselves as comfortable as they can,
and I suppose they have many good times in
their snow hut, and think it as nice a house as
yours and mine.

THESE children thought it would be fine
sport to take a sail like the three wise men
of Gotham; but, instead of a bowl, they got
into a tub that was standing on the edge of
the pond. Now they are out on the water, and
I think they look frightened. If the tub
should upset they would fall into the pond
and get very wet. Perhaps they would drown.
Perhaps the dog will help them to the shore,
and I think they will never be so foolish as to
take a sail in a wash tub again.

THIS was the time that Carl went too near
the bee-hive. Bees are harmless enough
if they are left alone; but if a boy with a stick
comes near the hive, and tries to stir up the
busy little fellows, they will soon show him
that they are not to be trifled with. Carl got
some sharp stings that made him dance up
and down, and howl with pain. He will not
be in a hurry to visit the bee-hive again.

R OBBY is trying on his Aunty's bonnet. He
stands in front of the mirror, and smiles
at the picture of himself that he sees in it.
" Now I am a fine lady, Bessie," he says to his
little sister. See the roses. When I am rich
I will. buy a bonnet with roses on it for my
mother." "You are not a fine lady," said Bes-
sie; "you are a big, naughty boy to put on
Aunty's bonnet. I want it on my head, Robby,
and I will be a fine lady." "Oh!" said Robby,
with a laugh; you want to be a big, naughty
girl!" Just then the door opened, and Aunty
walked into the room. Then Robby and Bessie
hung their heads, and looked very red in the

DEAR little tailor-bird! He has sewed a
leaf together and lined it with soft white
down, and it is his home. What a pretty home!

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H AVE you a garden? It is very nice to
have a bit of ground all your own, where
you may plant seeds and set out slips. Mary
and Ella have a garden, and they like to work
in it. Every moment they can get when out of
school they spend in their garden, digging and
weeding, and they are very proud of their
pretty flowers. One day the little dog got
into their garden, and trampled over the bed
of pinks. Mary called him a bad dog, and Ella
drove him out of the garden, and they would
not speak to him again all day. But the little
dog did not mean any harm. He was fond of
flowers, and thought he might smell them.

THE hens want their dinner, and this little
maid has brought it for them. Old Ro-
ver, the dog, lies on the ground. The little
maid is going to have some sport. She takes
a handful of corn and tosses it on to Rover's
back. Then the hens jump up and pick it off.
Rover's back is a droll dinner table, is it not?

ONE, two, three, four, five little cats, watch
ing for one little mouse in the bandbox.
"Mousey, mousey, just give us a chance, and
we will catch you, and we will eat you, pretty
mousey!" Five little cats, and not one of them
smart enough to catch one little riouse. For
while they were watching, down skipped the
little mouse into the drawer which was open,
and from the drawer into a hole that led to
her own house in the wall. It would be a
smart cat indeed that could find its way there.
Mousey got away, and the five little cats had
no dinner!

CHARLIE has crossed the brook, and left his
little sister May to follow him. But she
is too small to step to the next stone. Charlie
will have to come back and carry her over.

B ABY sits in his high chair and strings but-
tons. Blue buttons, pink buttons, white
buttons, large buttons, small buttons; buttons
of all colors and all sizes. Baby likes the sport,
and so does sister Belle. See how merry they
are! Sometimes Baby counts the buttons. He
says: Two-four-ten-six-eight. He does
not know how to count, but Belle claps her
hands to hear him. Then Baby laughs and
claps his hands.

THIS is a queer little cart; but baby Belle
thinks it is the loveliest little cart in the
world. Brother James made the cart on pur-
pose for baby Bello to ride in, and he is the
coachman. He calls it the Queen's Chariot.

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PATTY likes to play that she is a lady. She
gets her mamma's cape or shawl or dress,
and throws it over her shoulders, and as it
drags on the floor, she looks around and ad-
mires it. Sometimes she puts on her mamma's
bonnet and veil; and sometimes she slips on
her grandma's cap and spectacles. Grandma
calls her a funny little midget. Mamma says
she is a mischief; but everybody loves Patty,
in spite of her mischief, for she is a sweet-
tempered, bright little girl, always ready for
a frolic, and never sulky and cross like some
children I know

G RACE thinks she can make a picture of a
man; so she has got a sheet of paper and
a pencil, and is trying her best. But Grace
cannot draw. She makes a funny picture. By-
and-by she will learn to draw too well.

THREE little people are playing soldiers.
They have paper caps on their heads.
Fred carries a sword, John beats a drum, and
Patty waves the flag. Ruba-dub-dub; rub-a-
dub-dub! What fun!
Two little people stand at the table and
study their lessons. Not much fun in that,
the little soldiers think; but Mary and Kate
want to please papa by keeping at the head of
the class. By-and-by, when they have learned
their lesson, they will play soldiers, too, and
they will enjoy their sport much better for
having first learned their lessons. Fred and
John and Patty are always in disgrace, and at
the foot of their classes, because they like play
better than study or work.

O0 you like to sew long seams? This was
Sthe way Alice always did when her aunt
gave her a seam to sew. Idle Alice!

H ERE is a comical dinner party! Papa
Merry, Johnny Merry, and 'Jacko the
monkey, are all sitting at the table together.
Jacko keeps his cap on, he does not know any
better, and he is very vain of the red feather in
it. Jacko takes his bread in his paws and eats
it fast. I suppose he is hungry. He makes
such droll faces that Johnny laughs more than
lie eats. Once in a while papa Merry raps
Jacko over the ears, and tries to teach him
better manners; but he laughs, too, first at Jacko
and then at Johnny. They have gay times at
papa Merry's dinner table. Do you not think
it would be very funny to have a monkey at
your table?

L ITTLE Mary likes to play in the hay-field.
She smells the sweet clover, and listens
to the songs of the birds; she sees the pretty
butterflies, and tries to catch them, but fast as
she runs, they always keep out of her reach.
That makes little Mary feel like crying.

M ABEL and Grace think there is no place
so lovely as their home. Beds of flowers,
and shrubs bright with blossoms, grow around
the house. Many shade-trees are near. Their
branches, like strong arms, hold up the nests of
little birds, and their green leaves, like parasols,
shade the birdies from the sun. The girls
throw out crumbs for the birds, and the birds
sing their thanks many times a day. When
the children think how they used to live in a
dark cellar in the city, with no chance to play
in the fields or pick flowers, they pray GOD to
give to all little orphans a pleasant home like

T HIS is the way the old mother cat gives her
kittens a ride before they are able to take
long walks. You would think it must hui a
poor kitty to be taken by the neck between a
cat's sharp teeth; but no mother could be more
careful of her babies than mother Puss' is oi
hers. She loves them dearly well, and not foi
the world would she hurt one of them. She
knows that this is the best way for them to
ride, and I think they like it very well.

ALL the long summer-day the cows are in
pasture. They eat the sweet, green grass,
and drink cool water from the spring. When
they are tired they lie down under the shade
of the trees, and sometimes they go to sleep.
When night comes, the cows go slowly home
to the barn yard, and the milk maid, with her
pails over her arms, goes to the barn yard too.
Oh what nice, sweet, fresh milk the cows give
for little boys and girls! Tommy likes to go
to the pasture and drive the cows home. So
does Gyp. Gyp is Tommy's dog. He barks
and jumps up and down, and wags his tail as
much as to say, see what a smart dog I am
But the cows like Tommy best.

W ELL, well, little man,
Cry as hard as you can;
But let the poor frog
Hop back to his bog.

W HAT a rogue our Charley is! Just full
S of mischief and fun. The moment his
mamma's eyes are turned away, that moment
the little fellow is doing something he ought
not. Now he has taken his best boots and is
sending them to sail in the wash-bowl. This
he thinks is the best fun of all, and he laughs
so loud that mamma will be in in a minute to
see what mischief he is doing. I think she
will tie his hands with a string, and he will
not see any fun in that.
Nobody knows what to do with Charley, but
everybody loves him in spite of the mischief
he does.

EE the pretty pigeons. How happy they
look, and how busy they seem to be. They
have fresh water to drink, and plenty of nuts,
and berries, and acorns to eat, and this is quite
enough to make pigeons happy.
Boys and girls needs something more than
food and drink to make them happy. What is
it, little Bright Eyes ?

FRANK and Eva are playmates, and they
are very fond of each other. Eva has a
doll that she calls Miss Cone. It is a wax doll,
but the sun has put out its eyes and melted its
nose, so that it is not very pretty; but Eva is
very fond of it, and takes it with her where-
ever she goes. Sometimes Frank laughs at
Miss Cone, and then Eva is vexed. No little
girl likes to have her dear dolly laughed at.
When Frank sees that Eva is really offended
he tells her that he is sorry, and asks her to
forgive him, and be friends again, and Eva is
always ready to say yes; for she is a gentle
and loving little girl, and does not like to

1 OW go away, doggie, you shan't have a
'Tis my dear papa's dinner, 1 say.
You frightened me, doggie, most into a fit;
Please, please doggie, do go away!

THE pretty little rabbits are having their
dinner of fresh green leaves. They be-
long to Frank, and are pet rabbits; but Daisy
and May play with them, too. The cat has
climbed up to the top of the fence and stands
looking over. He does not seem to like to see
the little rabbits eating such a nice dinner.
Perhaps'he is hungry; but if he is, he must go
and get a dinner for himself.
"There are rats in the barn and mice in the
house," says Daisy, "so run away, puss, and
catch as many as you please."
Sometimes the cat catches a bird for his din-
ner. The children think he is very cruel to kill
birds; but he does not know any better, and
a bird tastes as nice to him as a chicken to you.

PAUL and Lucy are standing in front of the
shop looking at the gold-fish in the glass
jars. Lucy thinks they are very pretty, but
Paul thinks he would rather catch larger fish.

ARTHUR'S mamma went to town to do some
shopping. Arthur cried to go with her,
but he was too small a boy to trot around all
day; so mamma said if he would be good, and
give no trouble to Jane, she would bring him
something from town. Arthur wondered what
it would be, and he guessed all the toys he
could think of. When it was time for mamma
to come, he climbed up on the window seat to
watch for her; and when he saw her coming
up the street, he clapped his hands and cried,
" Hurrah!" Mamma did not bring a toy to
Arthur, but a large book, full of pictures and
stories. Was not that a nice present for a
good boy?

G RANDMOTHER has invited her little
granddaughter to come into the country
to spend the hot summer days. Carrie lives in
the city, and is always glad to go away in the
cars to see Grandma, and go round with her to
feed the chickens and see all the cows, pigs
and horses. There is a nice old donkey there,
and he is always on hand to get something to
eat. He is always hungry.

(6T'VE a new sled,"
Our Bessie said,
"A coasting I will go,"
Down the steep slide;
Now see her glide
Over the ice and snow.
Ah, little maid,
Are you afraid?
It is too late to stop;
Hold to the course
Your flying horse,
However he may hop.

W HAT a pretty but erfly! His wings are
like velvet, and of bright colors. He
flits from flower to flower so quickly that you
would have to try a long time before you could
catch him. But once the pretty butterfly was
an ugly, horny worm, like the one in the pic-
ture. After that he spun himself a dress that
covered him all over, and went to sleep. He
slept a long time, and you would have thought
he was dead, for he did not eat or even stir;
but by-and-by he awoke, and then he was a
pretty butterfly.

OHNNY and Jane
Went into the lane,
To play in the shade of the trees;
When right on the ground,
What think you they found?
A nest full of honey and bees!
The children then beat
A hasty retreat;
0, mother, come quickly! they said.
Here is honey, you see,
But the big bumble-bee
Will sting us, unless he's killed dead.
Thorns prick the hand that plucks the rose,
Where blackberries gleam the brier grows,
And bees abound where honey flows.

A/FAMMA has taken her two children out
into the fields to gather wild-flowers.
Ned and Rose enjoy the walk with Mamma.
and carry home all the flowers they pick.

B ESSIE is on her way to spend the Christ-
mas Holidays with her cousins. She is
an English girl, and where she lives they think
a great deal of Christmas. She has a long ride
to take in the cars, and in the same coach with
her there is a kind old gentleman, who is talk-
ing to her, and asks her all about her holidays,
and tells her many good things for Christmas
days. She will have plenty to talk over with
her cousins, and she has learned a great deal
from what the kind gentleman has told her.
Children can always learn by paying attention
to what is told them by older and wiser people.


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