We little folks

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We little folks
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Pets -- Juvenile literature ( lcsh )
Animals -- Juvenile literature ( lcsh )
Country life -- Juvenile literature ( lcsh )
Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile literature ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile literature ( lcsh )
Children's stories ( lcsh )
Children's poetry ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1888 ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1888 ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1888
Children's stories ( lcsh )
Children's poetry ( lcsh )
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Contains prose and verse.
Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
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by favorite American authors.

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Are you ever still, If only I knew,
You swift little rill I'd come and play too,
Don't you sometimes stay I don't think you'd mind,
In cool nooks to play, Your voice sounds so kind.
For days or for hours, Who taught you to sing,
With bees, birds, and flowers? You dear little thing?


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ONE day little Wilber Kern came in from play very pale.
This was not often the case. Almost always le would come
in very red and warm. His dear mother at once saw that
he had done something which troubled him. He always
came and told her if he did anything that lie thought was
wrong. So she waited and said nothing.
There Wilber sat on a stool close by his mother. She
knit away, and Wilber was still very pale and silent. After
a while he could not keep the secret to himself any longer.
His mother knew all the time that lie could not.
Mother," said he, some other boys and I drove a cow
into the river; will she get drowned ? The secret was out.
When he learned that he had really done no harm, he was
again happy. His mother was glad that he never did any-
thing without coming to tell her. Boys and girls should all
make a friend of their mother.

"Let's go and play Babes in the Woods," said Minnie to her twin
sister Mamie.
"There isn't any woods," said Mamie.


"The rye will do-we're so little. Dear me, where's my hat ? No
matter, this bonnet 'll do. Now we'll play our wicked uncle has
sent us off."
"But Uncle John is good, and may be Aunt Grace don't want us
to go off alone."
"Mamie, ain't I the eldest? And don't I know? It does little
chillens good to run about in the fields, and 'cause our dear mamma
and papa is dead ain't any reason we shouldn't run about."
Mamie never did know just what to say, though she thought Min-
nie might be mistaken, so she trudged along through the tall rye. It
was over their heads and they found it hard work to walk through
it, but the pretty red poppies and blue flowers made them forget
how tired they were. At last they came out to a little clear space,
and sat down to rest.
I'll lie down, just a minute," said Mamie.
That's all right, and if you go 'sleep I'll be a robin and cover
you with leaves."
Sure enough, Mamie fell fast asleep, but Minnie could not find many
leaves, so laying her sister's hat over her she sat down to rest.
She saw then how much of the rye she had trampled down, and
began to think that may-be she had not been as good as she ought.
How often mamma had said: "Think first, Minnie, not after you
have done the thing."
"Oh, I wish mamma was here," she thought. "I haven't got
any body, and Mamie won't be good if she has only a naughty big
sister "
How still and quiet it was The little girl began to feel more
and more lonesome, and tears were just coming when a bird began
to sing. Then Minnie remembered that God loved and cared for
her-that mamma had told her he would help her. And then
there was Uncle John and dear Aunt Grace! They had no little
children, and were so glad to have the little girls live with them!
"I'm just a silly little girl, when I've got so many good friends,"
thought wise little Minnie, and if I've been naughty the best way
is to go back and tell Aunt Grace." So she waked Mamie and back
the two trudged, trying their best to do no more mischief to the
rye, and Aunt Grace was very kind and only told Minnie to ask her
before she started out again to play Babes in the Woods.


AN old elm-tree grew near the house where Robert Winn lived.
It was a very tall tree; its branches touched the highest windows,
and swayed against the chimneys. A pair of brown squirrels had


found, among these branches, a corner suited to their minds. As
squirrels never get tired of leaping and jumping, they made their
funny little nest among the topmost boughs.
Mamma Squirrel had gathered leaves and moss and small sticks,
and they were so nicely put together that not a drop of rain could
ever get in. It was a lovely e--li;qp-d cradle. This cunning
little hammock was so gently rocked by the winds that very sweet
sleep came to the small fur babies. There were four of them.
One bright, sunny day one of these brisk little fellows thought
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One bright, sunny day one of" these brisk little fellows thought.


he would take a look at the great world outside. He ran away
without leave. Up one branch he went, and down another, hiding
in a leafy pathway if he thought any of the others were near. He
meant to have his own way.
Presently he came to an window, and in he ran ; he bobbed
his :.I.:j bit of a head all about, then along and iL2, .1 into
a bureau-drawer. Robert's
mother had left it open to '
put away some laces and .
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back she did not see the -- '
small stranger; he iL.:' hid- .
den away under a of
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Robert's mamma ., in I 'i
her laces, locked the drawer,
and went L. a.-n stairs. I
Late in the ; ..: ,

and down and all for... r f,
the 11new ( .. ii Robert vwas
to weaI o is i.... to
the city; in 1,.:: an hour I
the house would be shut,
and every one living there
then away for the winter ..
In the blue chamber,
upper bureau-drawer, look there, I.. y," said Mamma I'; I"
may have left it with mine."
How Betty jl1.i-ml.-l and Robby screa med when the drawer was
opened! The little fu~r prisoner cleaned out and ran over Robby's
shoulder, and then .,-ri .., his curly head. He did not like to
be shut up.
My own, my own, my very own!" cried Master Robby with
great delight. And you shall have my dead bird's golden cage,"
he added, and lots of nuts and nice ii .. ."

deals; 7iHE PET LAMB.

And a li:l..- bed," said kind Betty.
"Are you g:iI, Mr. Fur Baby ? asked Robby.
The small pet looked into Robby's blue eyes. Perhaps he was
thinking of Mamma Squirrel and his pretty cradle-home. Then he
nestled up a little closer, and that afternoon rode to the city in his
golden cage, ,.t!,-l.., his eyes in great wonder at the outside world.
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ONE day a cross man drove up to the fence and threw
something over into the y.inrd. It was a poor lamb, with its
two fore feet and its two hind feet tied together. All its

wool had been sheared off The lamb lay on the ground
bleating sadly until PI) u came home.
When he came, ('Clirli.. and Minnie led him to the pl. I
where the lamb lay. He cut the cruel roiw ;' and then the


ci li..4i rfed it. Papa had bought the lamb for 1+i+ little ones,.
but he did not think the man would treat it so badly.
In a few weeks the lamb had become so '..:iitl that he ran
after the children. They called him Daisy.. lie would butt
at them for fun until they gave him something to eat. One
day he saw Ch.ltir coming with a tin pail. He ran after the
boy until they came to the woodpile. Ti.. lamb butted at
C larilie until he fell over on the wood. Tl-n he could get
what was in the tin pail. The lamb was only in fun, but
, .i iit thought it was rather rough sport. As Daisy grew
.i. _'her and rougher every day, he had to be sold.
The children were sorry ; but papa soon L.,, them a gentle
lamb that did not butt, so they were not long without a pet.
it is far better to be gentle than it is to be .:-l.ih.


0, THE moon, like a silver boat,
On the blue of the sky is afloat,
'Mong the beautiful cloud islands going,
0, but who, with the unseen oar,
Guides her safely from shore to shore?
Can Our Little Ones tell who is rowing?
M. J. T..


who lived with them, was aost as good as i sister fo she was

only eight years older than Katy. But the little girl wanted a real
sister. "Boys are good enough," she used to say, "and my two boys

are just splendid-the best brothers a girl ever had, but I do wish I

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are just sp~lendtid~--he best brothers a g;.r[ ever had, b~ut T doa wish~ I


had a sister. I think I'd i.- a little sister best-one I could bring
up just to suit me."
One day Katy and Walter and Ned were invited to spend a whole
month at Grandmannma's. They had never staid there for more than
a few days at a time, and then never the whole three at once; so,
though they felt sorry to leave mamma and p,1ui.a and dear Aunt
Agnes, they went off in good spirits, sure that they would enjoy
themselves "every minute of the time."
"I mean to ask Grandma to let me :! up her big wardrobe the
first rainy day," said Katv.
"I mean to read all those old fairy stories that Grandpa has in his
bookcase," said Ned; while W:it... counted most on riding Grand.
pa's horse and" 7., i.. being allowed to go for a day's shooting with
the coachman.
Th.,- all had as good times as they hoped, but each one confessed,
as the month went on, that ".: .-I' all" home was the best place, and
though dear Grandma told wonderful stories, mamma "beat every-
body," as Ned expressed it. So, when Aunt Agnes came to take
them home a few days ',;-i., the month was out, no one c, l:iin.d
but grande and grandma. T1-y said the house would be terribly
dull and to be sure to tell Kate (that was mamma) that they had
been as good as children could be. "They deserve the delightful sur-
prise in store for them," said (Gt:.rII!i i.
That set them wondering and guessing and asking Aunt Agnes
questions. Was it a pony ? Was it a new book ? Was it new fur-
niture for their play-room? Oh-it was a big dog! No? Well,
a- but they couldn't guess, Aunt Agnes was sure of that, and she
would not tell.
But you know by the picture, don't you ? Yes, it was a dear little
sister! Just what Katy wanted, and the boys found she was just
what they wanted, too. The only thing is they mustn't spoil her
and must set her a very good example.

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Miss Lilla used to go to some exhibition of pictures almost every
day. She thought there was no greater pleasure than looking at
pictures, and when her uncle Thomas came from the country to make
Lilla and her mother a visit, Lilla offered to take him to see some
"I like to go where the child goes, Sarah," said Uncle Thomas.
"She's a picture herself, with her loving looks at the paintings." So
morning after morning Uncle Thomas and Lilla went to the Acad-
emy, where some beautiful pictures were on exhibition.
Does that lame boy always sit there on the steps ?" asked Uncle
Thomas the third morning, pointing to a lame boy who sat at the foot
of the wide stone steps.
I'm ashamed to say I never noticed him before I saw you give
him something yesterday," said Lilla.
"Suppose we ask him in; he might like a look at the pictures,"
said Uncle Thomas.
Lilla thought the lame boy a very queer looking companion, but
she was ashamed to say so, and in five minutes the boy was hobbling
along, looking now at the pictures and again at Lilla and her uncle.
Uncle Thomas did not seem to notice the boy till they had been
there almost an hour; then he took a seat and called the boy to him.
He asked him kindly about himself, and Lilla found out it was not
Pedro's fault that he was dirty and shabby. He was an orphan and
had no one to help him. But he found a good friend in Uncle
Thomas. The good old gentleman took Pedro to a doctor, who
examined the boy very carefully and said there was good hope of his
being cured if he were treated properly, but he must have nourishing
food and proper treatment. Then Lilla offered to help. She went
among her friends and soon had enough to pay for Pedro's board in
an excellent hospital. And while Pedro sat hour after hour in the
hospital what do you think he did ? Why, he drew pictures, and he
drew so well that he was taught to paint, and the first picture he
painted was a picture of Uncle Thomas and Lilla.

PUSSIE and Sancho are great friends. They are
the same age, and have been together nearly all
their lives. Pussie is a dear little girl. Her name


is not Pussie at all, but Brother Jack calls her that
because she is so little, he says. Sancho is a big
setter. He seems to think there is no one like
Pussie. They play together all day long. At
night he sleeps at the foot of her crib. He often


wakes her in the morning by jumping up to lick her
face. Pussie calls it Sancho's morning kiss.
They were playing in the garden one day, when
Pussie climbed up some steps and fell off. She
hurt herself badly and was stunned. Sancho ran
into the house, and caught hold of mamma's dress,
and ran to the door and barked. Then he came
back and took her dress in his mouth, and tried to
pull her to the door.
Ile acted so queer that maninamr followed him.
She found Pussie lying white and still at the foot
of the steps; she had cut her head badly. The
doctor was sent for, and he said Pussie must be
kept very quiet for some time. Sancho would not
go out to play with the other children, but stayed by
Pussie all the time. When she cried with the pain,
he whined pitifully; but when she was able to go
out again, he was almost crazy with joy. He
brought her lines and whip, and laid them at her
feet, as if to say, Come, let 's play horse."


You have heard of the three wise Gotham men
Who went to sea in a bowl? But then
Nobody knows where they found a port,
For the bowl was weak and the story short.

But one little chick, and two little chicks,
Soft and yellow, and plump as ticks,
Sailed away, one April day,
On the funniest boat that was ever afloat
Upon any sea or bay.

It was off in a land of wooden shoes,
On a river's bank; and the water rose
From the melting snows
Till it reached their house and wet their toes;
It was late to choose
What ship to take, you may well suppose!

Close by the door was a wooden shoe,
And they hopped on that, the one, and the two;
For nobody knew what else to do-
Not even the bragging Coo-ca-doo,"
Who sprang to the roof and seemed to say,
In his pompous way, -
"You silly birds, see! as I do, do you!"
Some old folks think that their babies may.

Adrift, adrift, now slow, now swift,
The little scared sailors go,
Ever and ever down the river
Along the overflow,
Till by and by they are high and dry
In a garden far below !


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S-- T --- Mamma, it's such a lovely
j day, can Florrie and I take
.a walk ?"
"Isn't it pretty warm,
little daughter ?"
S"Oh, if we could take
your Japanese parasol we
Wouldn't mind the sun.
S.I'd be very careful of it,
S. I .: "How would my little
girls like to have a parasol
of their own ?"
"Oh, oh, oh !" said both
Lottie and Florrie, jumping
for joy as manimma gave
them a bright Japanese par-
Can I take Sophy ?"
asked Florrie. "She has
.--;,' 4-. I had the scarlet measles, and
the doctor says she needs
"To be sure you can," said kind sister Lottie, and I'll lend you
my Minnie's white dress-it is all clean, and it just fits your Sophy."
So the two little girls started off. Lottie wanted to go through
the woods, but Florrie liked the bright sunny field the best. We'll
go in the field first," said Lottie, pleasantly, and when you are warm
I guess you'll be glad to go in the woods."
"Oh, see the lilies," said Florrie. "I wonder how these lilies of
the valley came to grow in the field."
"I know. This field had a house in it-way over there," said
Lottie, pointing to where Florrie could see, some bricks lying about.
"A lady and gentleman lived in the house, and the lady planted a
great many flowers all about. But mamma says the lady grew sick
and so they left the pretty house. That was when I was a baby,


before you were here at all. Papa thought he would buy the house
for mamma and all of us to live in."
Not me, for I wasn't there," put in Florrie.
No, not you, dear, but the rest of us. But one night he saw flames
bursting out of the empty house, and before the neighbors could stop
the fire the house was quite burned up. Then by and by papa
bought the field, and he lets the lilies and roses and all the flowers
grow wild, for he says this-is our summer play-room."
It's a very nice play-room, and oh, Lottie, couldn't we build a
house out of the bricks ?"
That was an idea. Somehow, though Florrie was the youngest,
she always had the bright ideas! So the children scampered over
to the pile of bricks and were soon hard at work building a house.
They did not find it very easy, and certainly it was very dirty work;
but mamma did not mind any "clean dirt," as she called dust or
"Only be kind to one another and try to please God, and mamma
will not scold you if you get dirty," she often said. And they were
very kind and good. Lottie gave up to Florrie and Florrie to
Lottie; that is why they were so happy. By and by Florrie grew
tired, and then they went to the woods and the little one asked
Lottie to tell her a story.
"I'll tell you what mamma told me about the lilies. She said the
l :.- say they were once proud and haughty, and held their heads
high above all the flowers. But one day the Saviour passed by, and
plucking a proud, beautiful lily, He told His disciples to think
how it is that the lilies grow. 'They toil not, neither do they
spin,' He said, 'and yet I say unto you that even Solomon in
all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.' When the lilies
heard that gentle voice speak of them they bowed their heads, and
ever since the thought of His words has kept them humble."
"That's a real nice story," said Florrie, "and now we'd best get
back to the house, for I want my bread and milk."
"And so do I," said Lottie. So, opening the bright parasol, back
they went, as happy as possible.

NEPTUNE lives next door to our house. I mean Nep,
Doctor Lane's dog. He is half Saint Bernard, and is eight
years old. Some one gave him to the doctor a few months
ago, and he soon made himself at home. The butcher comes


days he stays at home.
three times a week with nieat, and Nep found ouit about this
in a very few days. Whe n meat-day comes he trots down
to the corner of the road and waits for the butcher. Other
days he stays at home.
He is very fond of the doctor's baby, who is two years old.
He takes care of him almost as well as a nurse. One day
Mrs. Lane was roasting oysters in the kitchen. The baby was


playing about the floor, and Nep was looking on. Just for
sport, Mrs. Lane snapped the tongs at the baby. Nep
sprang up at once, with a deep growl, and showed all his
teeth to Mrs. Lane. He seemed to say, "You shall not
harm this lil,;., if he is yours." The baby's mamma fi.,-l
sure now that her pet is safe when he is in Nep's care.
But the strangest thing is that Nep is fond of picture-
books. He will stand up, with his fore feet upon the table,
and paw open the leaves of Mother Goose, or some other
Itir book. When he qi il- the picture of a i.,,, he will wa.;
his tail and say, "Bow-wow! Sometimes he pl.ll. the

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book upon the 4.~ .- Tl'-.i hlie lies do-.i,,. and turns over the
leaves, and he and the baby look at the pictures t.,,gether. It
would make you ., .r to see them.

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ONCE upon a time there was a little pearl
shell that some mermaids found between two
roks in the deep
"; "part of the ocean.
One day a ILu.ronali
went up to the sur-
face of the ocean
to sail the shell as
a little boat, when
a storm arose L0
made the sea very
rough. The wind
blew so hard that the shell was upset, and washed
away from the little mermaid.


The mermaid saved herself by clinging to a
long piece of floating seaweed fastened to a rock.
The shell was driven way up on the beach.
The -t)orm ae;a-e-.i, and the sun shone very

biKlt. Some little poor children were playing
on the bo'i-L1. They picked up the shell, and
carried it to a large hotel, i',;re sold it to
a young lady.
This young lady painted beautiful fishes and


mermaids on it. When the mermaids heard from
a messenger sea-bird that she had painted their

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Christmas present to her poor sick Iii! tiher.
The mother enjoyed it very mu beiise it
made her think of the sunny beach.
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DON and Daisy Dingile were playing with dolls
(01, cloudy morning. Daisy was mamma and Don
was the doctor.
Two of Daisy's dolls wore long nightdresses;
one lay in the cradle, Daisy held one in her lap.
Little mamma looked very anxious, while Dr. Don
felt of the doll's pulse, holding a tiny watch in one
0 Doctor," said Daisy, are my babies very
ill P'
Very," replied Dr. Don; I shall have to give
them pills every hour."
0, my poor babies! Is it fever, Doctor ? asked
Daisy. Dr. Don looked very wise; then, shaking
his heady slowly, he said, Both your babies, Mrs.
Daisy, have the red fever bad. I will bring you
some pills." Bowing very gravely, Dr. Don went
off for the pills.
Betty, the cook, was very kind to the children,
and she gave Don :.ihme bread and helped him
roll some pills. Don declared they must be


rolled in sugar, or the sick babies could not take
Betty then gave him some cookies, which the
little doctor rolled up carefully in a napkin. The

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pills hlie put in a box. Then he knocked on
the nursery door. Mrs. Daisy opened it very
quietly. Dr. Don asked, "Are the sick babies
asleep?" Mrs. Daisy nodded her lihel.


Dr. Don then opened the napkin and gave Daisy
a cooky, saying very gravely, I fear you will
take the fever, Mrs. Daisy, if you don't eat this
medicine. I may take the fever; so we will both
eat some."
Then the children ate up the cookies very
quickly, as if the medicine was good.
"O," says Mrs. Daisy, my babies are awake."
Dr. Don at once opened his pill-box, and gave
Mrs. Daisy a pill for each. The babie seemed to
take tlhet, but I think Mrs. Daisy swallowed them.
Dr. Don s;id, "They must take a drive at once."
Mrs. Daisy quickly dressed both babies in long
dw,.e, cloaks, and hoods. Dr. Don got the doll-
carriage, and helped place the babies in it. Then
the children took a walk to see Graitndpa Dingle.
Daisy told Grandpa that Don was a very good
doctor, and his pills had cured her babies of red
fever." Grandpa said next time he was ill he
should send for Dr. Don, and Mrs. Daisy must be
his nurse.

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