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Group Title: The Victoria tales and stories
Title: Mary, Mary, quite contrary
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Title: Mary, Mary, quite contrary
Series Title: The Victoria tales and stories
Physical Description: 16 p. : ill. ; 14 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Yonge, Charlotte Mary, 1823-1901 ( Editor )
Frederick Warne and Co ( Publisher )
Publisher: Frederick Warne and Co.
Place of Publication: London
Publication Date: [1870?]
Subject: Discipline of children -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Temper tantrums -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Self-control -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Brothers and sisters -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Nursery rhymes -- 1870   ( rbgenr )
Bldn -- 1870
Genre: Nursery rhymes   ( rbgenr )
novel   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: England -- London
Statement of Responsibility: edited by the author of "The heir of Redclyffe.".
General Note: Cover title.
General Note: Date from inscription.
Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
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Bibliographic ID: UF00055341
Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of Florida
Holding Location: 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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Resource Identifier: aleph - 002251078
notis - ALK2840
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"Mary, Mary quite contrary I
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells, and cockle-shells,
And pretty maids all of a row."

OLONEL and Mrs. Foster had only one
little girl. They had three sons, but they
were much older than Mary, and were mostly at
school and college, and so very little at home. The
consequence of this was that not only was little
Mary spoiled both by her nurse and her parents,
but that she could not bear the smallest contradic-
tion, or understand anything of the give-and-take
system which children in a large family are so soon

Mary, Mary, quite contrary.

obliged to learn. She was a delicate child, and as
yet had no governess: she would have been both
better and happier if she had had regular lessons
every day. She was pleased when her brothers
came home, but was never quite clear whether she
was not happier when they were away, as they often
teased and laughed at her.
Mary was just seven. Her next brother, Gilbert,
was ten; Johnny was thirteen; and Spencer, the
eldest, sixteen years old. They were all to come
home the next day, and Mary had been very busy
preparing some little presents for them. She had
been working hard to get them finished, and now
she had wrapped them up in three little parcels, and
written on them herself, With Sister's Mary's love."
She had made a pair of slippers for Spencer, a purse
for Johnny, and a pen-wiper for Gilbert, and put
them in their rooms on their dressing-tables.
They did not see them till they went upstairs to
dress for dinner, and then hurried down that they
might have time to go into the nursery and thank
their little sister; for she always drank tea in the
nursery, while her brothers had dinner with their
father and mother downstairs. They seemed very

Mary, Mary, quite contrary.

much pleased with their presents, and, after dinner,
played with Mary at dominoes, and amused her till
bed-time, so that she went to bed happy, and won-
dered that she had ever been glad when her brothers
went to school, which she certainly had been several
The next day at luncheon, at which little Mary
dined, one of the boys said, We cannot do much
to-day: let us go into the wood and get nuts and
blackberries, and Mary may come with us."
Mary looked up eagerly, very much pleased at
the idea; but her mother looked grave and said,
"Poor little Mary could not walk as you do. She
would be tired to death. I am afraid she must not
Mary grew very red, and her mouth looked very
much as if she was going to cry. Her eldest brother
saw this, and said good-naturedly,
"Let her come, mother. She can ride Shiny,
and I will lead him."
Mrs. Foster did not like to refuse Mary, and so,
rather against her inclinations, she let her go; for
Shiny was a little Shetland pony that Mary was
quite accustomed to ride, and it was better for her

Mary, Mary, quite contrary.

than walking, which always tired her. Her nurse
disapproved still more of the plan, when she found
she was not to go with her; for the boys all declared
they could not be bored with old Smith," as they
rather disrespectfully called her. So Mary put on
her large straw hat, and the long skirt she kept for
riding. The groom fastened a long leading-rein for
Spencer to hold, and they all started together.
Holmwood Hall, where little Mary lived, was a
very pretty place situated on a hill. There was a
large garden in front of the house, and, immediately
below, a broad river. The woods at the back ex-
tended for miles; and in these the children were
always delighted to ramble. As they took the pony
with them they could not go through the garden to
the woods, but were obliged to go round by the
river-walk. It was a bright, sunny day, and as the
sun lighted up the many small waterfalls which the
river made, as it came rushing and breaking over
its rocky bed, and threw its checquered light on the
turf as it glinted between the leaves of the trees,
little Mary's heart was full of joy and gratitude, for
she thought how good God was to make such a
beautiful, glorious world.

MAary, Mary, quite contrary.

The path through the wood to the very top of the
hill was steep, but Shiny trotted up gallantly, as
Spencer ran before, and Johnny behind him, giving
him an occasional lash with his whip. They were
all hot and breathless when they came to the top,
and told Mary that she must let the pony rest, and
wai; while they dived deeper into the wood;'to look
for blackberries.
"But you must not leave me," said Mary,
"Why not?" said Johnny, who was tying Shiny
up to a large tree. "Who do you think will run
away with you? Besides, we shall be close by."
Mary did not want to vex her brothers, so she
did not say any more ; but, after a time, Shiny kept
putting his head down to eat the grass, which made
her feel as if she should slip over his head; and
presently she saw some men coming up the path
that looked like beggars, and she became quite
frightened, and burst into a loud fit of crying.
"What's amiss, little maid?" said one of the
men, laying his hand on the pony. But the child
only continued to sob and cry; and the men, not
being able to make out what was the matter, passed

Mary, Mary, quite contrary.

on. Presently they passed Johnny, who had swung
himself up into a tree to look for nuts.
"Hollo! young master!" said the man, looking
up into the tree. The little maid yon is in a sight
of trouble. I suppose she is some one as belongs
to you ?"
How tiresome!" said the boy. "Here, Gilbert
-Spencer, Mary is blubbering, just because she is
left alone a minute: do go and see to her, one of
Do you go yourself," retorted Gilbert: "why
should I go?"
Well, I must go," said Spencer, "because I said
I would take care of her; so you may stay behind,
if you like."
"There's no good in staying without you," said
Johnny, crossly. "What a bother she is! Now
we shall have to take her home. I wish we had not
brought her !"
"So do I, with all my heart," said Gilbert; "but
we had better go together. We can't take Shiny
into the wood, so we had better put the nuts into
our pockets, and come again to-morrow morning."
So they collected as many nuts as they could,

Mary, Mary, quite contrary.

and went to find their little sister, who was still
crying bitterly.
What in the world is the matter?" asked Johnny,
crossly. "Have you seen a lion, or a tiger, that you
are making such a row ?"
"No," sobbed the child; "but I was alone, and
Shiny would put his head down, and I could not
get off by myself."
"Well, and what then? Could not you wait till
we had got enough nuts to take home for dessert ?"
said her eldest brother.
"No, for you should not have left me," she ex-
claimed, passionately; "and I will tell mamma about
it: you said you would lead Shiny for me
So I did; but, as you are such a baby, you must
go home now, and we will never take you out
Sullenly and silently the whole party returned,
none of them in a very good humour, or particularly
pleased with themselves. Mary knew she had been
pettish and wayward, and the boys that their mother
would not have liked them to leave their sister alone.
So very little was ever said about their expedition
into the woods, only the nurse remarked that Mary's

Mary, Mary, quite contrary.

eyes looked red, and that she never seemed to wish
to go out with her brothers again.
Some days after, as Mary was sitting at work, for
her nurse made her work a little every day, she heard
Gilbert's voice, shouting to her to come out.
I can't. I am very busy," she answered, impa-
You must; we will make you," he retorted. And
he and Johnny began to sing, under the window:
'Mary, Mary quite contrary!
How does your garden grow ?
With silver bells, and cockle-shells,
And pretty maids all of a row.'"
"What do you mean?" she asked, rather anxiously.
Come and see," they replied. "Come to your
Mary, Mary! quite contrary!'"

Suspecting some mischief, she seized her hat, and
ran at once to her garden, which was just at the
entrance of the shrubbery in a sheltered nook by
itself; and there, to her dismay, she saw all her dolls
stuck up in a row, among a pyramid of oyster-shells,
which had been piled up in front, and the two boys,
with two bells that belonged to the shutters in the
house, ringing them violently and singing the same

Mary, Mary, quite contrary.

rhyme. She stood still for a moment in a state of
dismay. There was her new beautiful doll that her
grandmother had sent her-Queen Mab, in a green
satin gown- stuck down into the damp mould.
Julia and Caroline, with new book muslin frocks
and sashes, wedged in among the oyster-shells, and,
worse than all, her beautiful baby doll with its wax
arm broken off!
She was wild with passion and indignation, and
flew at Gilbert, trying to pull his hair, scratch, and,
if the truth must be told, even to bite him in her fury.
Mary's cries, the boy's remonstrances, and the
constant ringing of the bells soon brought their
eldest brother, who was reading in the garden under
a tree, to the spot.
"What is the matter, Mary? Are you mad?"he
said, seizing the child and trying to hold her quiet.
But she continued to kick and pinch till he at-
tempted to take her in his arms and carry her away.
He succeeded in doing this; but before he had gone
many yards, she began to struggle violently, and,
seizing the watch out of his waistcoat-pocket, threw
it with all her strength into the river below.
There was a moment's pause, in which the crash

Mary, Mary, quite contrary.

which it made, as it was smashed to pieces against
a rock, was distinctly heard. Her brother's face of
surprise, grief, and anger sobered her at once.
"You bad, you wicked child!" he exclaimed, as he
put her down on the grass. And all the boys ran to
look down the bank and see if there was anything
to be done.
It is as much your fault as hers," he said, bit-
terly. "What is the use of teasing her till you put
her into a passion like this ?"
Spencer valued his watch more than any other of
his possessions. It had been a gift from his father
when he had passed a good examination at college.
It was a small gold watch, with his name engraved
upon the inside. And now it was gone! He could
not bear to think of it, and turned away, unable to
trust himself to speak.
Mary stood silently crying, while the boys alter-
nately pitied Spencer and reproached her.
Colonel Foster came up to them, imagining that
something was wrong, as his eldest son had passed
him without speaking.
"What has happened ?" he asked, looking at the
children in surprise.

Mary, Mary, quite contrary.

"Mary has thrown Spencer's beautiful watch into
the river," said both the boys at once.
"Because they have broken my baby's arm, and
put Queen Mab into the dirty mould, and spoiled
all my dolls, and been very, very unkind," sobbed
Mary, piteously.
"What do you mean, Mary?" asked her father.
"Where are your dolls?"
The child led the way back to her garden, and the
boys followed her, rather afraid of their father's dis-
pleasure. He could scarcely help smiling at the very
curious edifice that met his eyes; but he said, look-
ing very serious,
"Surely Spencer was not foolish enough to do
No, papa; we did it," said Johnny.
Then go and take it all down, and carry your
sister's dolls back into the house. I should have
hoped that you were too old to be so unmanly as to
tease a little girl."
Colonel Foster knew that Johnny's one wish was
to be considered a man; so the boy went away,
looking very much ashamed. Then her father took
Mary into his study, and spoke to her very seriously
upon the violence of her temper.

Mary, Mary, quite contrary.

"You have done your brother an injury that you
can never repair."
"Won't you give him another watch, papa?" she
said, timidly.
"No; certainly not."
"I wish I could!" she said, with a deep sigh.
"Perhaps you can; but it will be only by giving
up something you like very much."
"What?" inquired Mary, eagerly.
"' Mr. Clerke's little girl has been very ill, and he
came to me last week, to inquire if I would sell
Shiny, as she is obliged to ride every day. Now, as
Shiny is your own pony, if you will part with him,
you can get Spencer a watch with the money."
Mary was silent. Life without Shiny seemed
Do not answer at once," said her father, kindly.
"Think of it, and tell me to-morrow."
As soon as she had left the room, Mrs. Foster
said to her husband,
"Surely you will not sell Shiny? Mary will not
be so well if she does not ride."
She had better be ill all her life than give way to
such fearful passion," he replied, gravely. I hope

Mary, Mary, quite contrary.

she will feel it, and that this may prove a lesson she
will never forget."
"I have settled, papa," said Mary, the next day.
<' Shiny may go; but how can I get the watch?"
"That is very easy: Mr. Clerke will give twenty
pounds for the pony, and, as I am going to London
to-morrow, I will bring the watch back with me."
The prospect of the watch coming so soon was
some consolation to the child, and she eagerly looked
out all the afternoon for her father's return.
As soon as he arrived, he called her, and, putting
a red morocco case in her hand, said,
"Spencer is writing in the study, if you like to
give it to him now."
Mary had become rather afraid of her brother
since her naughtiness, and went up to him rather
shyly, saying,
I am so sorry, Spencer; and please will you take
this instead ?"
He opened the case, and then said, in great sur-
Did my father send this, Mary ?"
No," she said, joyfully; "it's my own, and I make
it a present to you."

Mary, Mary, quite contrary.

"That is quite true,' said his father, who came in
at the moment. "Mary feels how wrong she has
been, and has made a sacrifice to give you back your
watch. I will have it engraved like the last, and I
hope that this will be a lesson to Mary for life."
Spencer thanked and kissed his little sister, and
Mary felt happier than she had done for some time.
The first time she met little Julia Clerke on Shiny
she could scarcely help crying, but afterwards she
felt glad even of her punishment. She took great
pains to correct her waywardness, and, when she
was grown up and married, used to tell the story to
her own children. She always said she never heard
the nursery rhyme,
Mary, Mary! quite contrary!
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells, and cockle-shells,
And pretty maids all of a row,"

without thinking of her own violent temper, and of
Spencer and his watch.


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