Front Cover
 Title Page
 A sweet surprise
 A good name
 Lily's secret
 A very queer doctor
 The whistle
 Put yourself in her place
 Two sayings
 Nellie's present
 A stranger guest
 Cousin Mary's play
 The lioness and the terrier
 Hunted down
 The news of the day
 Tommy's dinner
 Three little singers
 A downfall
 All in a dream
 Lotty's doll
 The pretty lady
 What old Dobbin thought of it
 Ben's treasure
 Father's return
 Wicked Willie
 What Gretchen saw
 One morning
 Uncle Ben's return
 Buttercups and daisies
 The cuckoo
 Rollo's monkey book
 How tray ran away
 Awkward Bob
 Jumbo's prize
 Let us rejoice
 The good Gypsies
 Such a sailor
 What became of the penny
 A great secret
 The little singers
 Our holiday
 Farmer Brent
 Blind Johnny
 A quiet talk with the looking-...
 Wondering pussy
 Building a fort
 Ragged Bob
 Bo-Peep's dreams
 Out in the fields with baby
 Grimalkin's feast
 Florrie doctored in the blacksmith's...
 The twin brother and sister at...
 A summer morning
 How Johnny Dean tumbled into the...
 Pussy's return
 Back Cover

Title: Play days
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Title: Play days
Physical Description: 162, 2 p. : ill. ; 24 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Cassell & Company ( Publisher )
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Publication Date: c1888
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Page 1
        Page 2
        Page 3
        Page 4
    Title Page
        Page 5
        Page 6
    A sweet surprise
        Page 7
        Page 8
        Page 9
    A good name
        Page 10
        Page 11
        Page 12
    Lily's secret
        Page 13
        Page 14
        Page 15
    A very queer doctor
        Page 16
        Page 17
        Page 18
    The whistle
        Page 19
        Page 20
        Page 21
    Put yourself in her place
        Page 22
        Page 23
        Page 24
        Page 25
    Two sayings
        Page 26
        Page 27
    Nellie's present
        Page 28
        Page 29
        Page 30
    A stranger guest
        Page 31
        Page 32
        Page 33
    Cousin Mary's play
        Page 34
        Page 35
        Page 36
    The lioness and the terrier
        Page 37
        Page 38
        Page 39
    Hunted down
        Page 40
        Page 41
    The news of the day
        Page 42
    Tommy's dinner
        Page 43
    Three little singers
        Page 44
        Page 45
    A downfall
        Page 46
        Page 47
        Page 48
    All in a dream
        Page 49
        Page 50
        Page 51
    Lotty's doll
        Page 52
        Page 53
        Page 54
    The pretty lady
        Page 55
        Page 56
        Page 57
    What old Dobbin thought of it
        Page 58
        Page 59
        Page 60
    Ben's treasure
        Page 61
        Page 62
        Page 63
    Father's return
        Page 64
        Page 65
        Page 66
    Wicked Willie
        Page 67
        Page 68
        Page 69
    What Gretchen saw
        Page 70
        Page 71
        Page 72
    One morning
        Page 73
        Page 74
        Page 75
    Uncle Ben's return
        Page 76
        Page 77
        Page 78
    Buttercups and daisies
        Page 79
    The cuckoo
        Page 80
        Page 81
    Rollo's monkey book
        Page 82
        Page 83
        Page 84
    How tray ran away
        Page 85
        Page 86
        Page 87
    Awkward Bob
        Page 88
        Page 89
        Page 90
    Jumbo's prize
        Page 91
        Page 92
        Page 93
    Let us rejoice
        Page 94
        Page 95
        Page 96
    The good Gypsies
        Page 97
        Page 98
        Page 99
    Such a sailor
        Page 100
        Page 101
        Page 102
    What became of the penny
        Page 103
        Page 104
        Page 105
    A great secret
        Page 106
        Page 107
        Page 108
    The little singers
        Page 109
        Page 110
        Page 111
        Page 118
        Page 119
        Page 120
    Our holiday
        Page 121
        Page 122
        Page 123
    Farmer Brent
        Page 124
        Page 125
        Page 126
    Blind Johnny
        Page 127
        Page 128
        Page 129
        Page 130
        Page 131
    A quiet talk with the looking-glass
        Page 132
        Page 133
        Page 134
    Wondering pussy
        Page 135
        Page 136
        Page 137
    Building a fort
        Page 138
        Page 139
        Page 140
    Ragged Bob
        Page 141
    Bo-Peep's dreams
        Page 142
        Page 143
    Out in the fields with baby
        Page 144
        Page 145
        Page 146
    Grimalkin's feast
        Page 147
        Page 148
        Page 149
        Page 150
    Florrie doctored in the blacksmith's shop
        Page 151
        Page 152
        Page 153
    The twin brother and sister at the farm
        Page 154
        Page 155
        Page 156
    A summer morning
        Page 157
        Page 158
    How Johnny Dean tumbled into the water
        Page 159
        Page 160
        Page 161
    Pussy's return
        Page 162
    Back Cover
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T O-MORROW would be Grandmother's birthday.
Papa and mamma, and the uncles and aunts, and
the Peabody cousins, whose papa was rich and
gave them plenty of pocket money, all had beau-
I tiful birthday gifts to present; but the Lane girls,
-, ... and Polly and Peggy and Tom Stirling, who were
.. visiting them, had nothing to give.
S "It is such a shame!" said Polly. "We love
Grandmamma just as much as Dennis and Susie
Peabody do, but she won't believe it when they
bring their pretty things to her, and we just come empty-handed."
Grandmamma is not like that," said Milly Lane; she doesn't think
people love her just because they give her things. But-I have an idea."
Now Milly's ideas were almost always good ones, so the other chil-
dren gathered eagerly around her, to hear what this one might be. And
when they had heard it, they declared that it was capital, exactly the
thing, and voted that they would carry it out.
So the next morning they got up very early-almost with the sun, but
not quite, since he had taken to particularly early rising these summer
days-and dressing very quickly, they slipped down stairs, and out of
the front door, into the garden.
In the great garden each of the girls had her own border, and these
were now full of the brightest and sweetest flowers. They seemed to


have just waked up like the children, and were sparkling with diamond
dewdrops. It is almost a pity to pick them," said city-bred Polly
But as this was just what they had risen so early to do, no one agreed
with Polly, and in a.very short time the baskets which they had brought
with them were full of roses, heliotrope, pansies, verbenas, sweet-peas,
mignonette-everything delicious that can be found in a country garden.
When they went over to Grandmamma's house, everything was still;
only the front door stood open, and Hannah was brushing out the hall.
In crept the children, and very quietly they arranged their treasures,
filling all the vases, and the pretty dishes that Hannah brought them
from the cupboard.
Then, as they heard movements upstairs, and a slow soft step in the
upper hall, they hid themselves in any hiding-place they could find, in
the corners, behind the curtains, behind the door, and waited for Grand-
mamma to come.
In a moment she was there, standing in the doorway, so sweet and
beautiful with the soft puffs of white hair about her dear old face, and
exclaiming, Oh, how charming! Who are the fairies who have done this
lovely thing?"
Then out from their hiding-places sprang the children, crying, "A
happy birthday, dear, dear Grandmamma; a happy birthday! and kiss-
ing her again and again.
And none of the fine presents which she received that day pleased
Grandmamma more than the sweet surprise that her little people had
risen so early to prepare for her.



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17Jl 1 other day at Lorry Lane's, and the only reason
'l''' we didn't was that Amy Storrs has such a good
name. I mean the kind of good name that it
tells about in the Bible, where it says that it is
..better than rubies.
You see we were playing blindman's buff,
and Amy was blinded. She was running about,
trying to catch us, and all of a sudden she ran up to Lorry and caught
him by the arms. Lorry stood still and hardly breathed, but Amy said
right off, Lorry! it's Lorry !"
"You peeked!" said Lorry, out rudely just like that. It sounded almost
as if he had struck her, and we were all quite shocked, for you know it is
a dreadful cheating thing to peek.
As for Amy, she grew very red, and she pulled the handkerchief off
her eyes, and said, "Why, Lorry, I never did; I wouldn't do such a
But Lorry said, Oh, it is all very well for you to say you wouldn't,
but if you didn't, how did you know me so quick, without moving your
I smelled the jockey-club," said Amy; and then we all laughed, for
Lorry is such a dandy, and always puts scent on his handkerchief.

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But he was very mad because we laughed, and he said, I know you
Then Amy looked at us, and there were tears in her eyes. Girls,'"
she said, do you think that I would do such a mean thing ?"
No, indeed," said Susy Brooke; no, indeed, we don't. Why, Lorry,
she never will so much as open her book after the recitation bell has
And she won't listen when I want to prompt her in class," said
naughty, good-natured Patty Scott; she'd rather miss first."
And she tells on herself whenever she does wrong," said some one
And she always gives the right report."
And is just as true as steel," said Lorry's cousin May; "and as brave
as a lion, for all she's such a gentle little thing. Why, Lorry, you must
remember how she got up before all the whole school and told how she
spilled the ink, when nobody need have known."
I think Lorry began to be a little ashamed, because, although he never
tells lies, he isn't always as particular about things as Amy is. And
pretty soon he said (and we all thought it was rather nice in him, because
boys do not like to beg people's pardon) : "Well, Amy, I guess you're
right, and I hope you'll not mind what I said."
And you will believe me ?" asked Amy, anxiously.
I don't see how I can help it when you've got such a good name,"
said Lorry; and so everything was all right again.
And when I went home I looked up that text in the Bible, and made
up my mind to try and see if I too could not have a good name.


T was on one Christmas Eve, and Lily and Harry had been
busy all day. You know how busy little children feel when they
are allowed to watch big people unpacking boxes and parcels,
and to take a peep at cook in the kitchen. Lily felt quite as
S anxious as cook when she saw how much there was to be done,
and she came into the dining-room where her mother and father and
aunts and uncles were sitting, and said to her little brother-
Harry, we must try and help, or everything will be late for Christmas
"What can we do?" inquired Harry, who was a fat little boy, and
never liked to be busy, except when he was playing. "The pudding's
made, so it will be all right!"
"Oh, Harry, there are lots of other things besides pudding!" said
Lily, trying to look as big as her own mamma; and I have something
to do in the drawing-room which is qite a secret, so you must not come."
If Lily had not said it was a secret, Harry would have sat where he
was, contented to eat his orange and watch the big people; but now he
thought he must find out what Lily was about.
So he crept along the passage, and saw Julia, the housemaid, carry a
wreath of holly and evergreens into the drawing-room. She did not
shut the door after her as Lily had done, so Harry was able to slip in
without being seen.


Won't it be lovely, Miss Lily? said Julia; now you step up on
the chair, and I'll hand you the wreath to fix up."
Oh, thank you, Julia! I do like reaching to the lamps so much, and
Harry won't know- "
But just then a shadow on the wall caught Lily's eye, and darting
round she saw her little brother watching her.
"You are unfair, Harry!" she cried, "when I told you it was my
secret! "
Well, but, I hadn't got another secret for myself-and you always
give me half of everything-won't you share this too ? said Harry,
looking very guilty.
Lily loved her brother dearly, so she gave him a kiss and forgave him;
and laughed when she told her mother that he had begged for half a
And the two children hung up their stockings that night, and got up
very early next day to wish each other a Merry Christmas ;" and their
papa and mamma and uncles and aunts had put so many presents in the
stockings that they looked even fatter than when the little legs were in

RASSHOPPER, grasshopper, hopping so high,
Pray, are you trying to hop to the sky? "
No, little maiden, I can't hop so far-
I only just want to peep at a star."





O UR poor dollies!" said Trudy.
LF i Sea-air doesn't agree with them," said
Emily. Here's my dear Marie has lost her
S' Ileg since she came down; and your Louisa's
eye is gone; and look at her complexion!"
S\ Trudy and Emily were spending the sum-
mer at the Beach with their mamma. They
had left the city, very forlorn, white-faced little
maids, with plenty of malaria in their systems;
they were now plump, rosy-cheeked girls, and the malaria was scattered
to the salt winds.
But the dolls had not been so fortunate. Whether or not the sea-air
might have agreed with them if they had been left alone, I cannot say;
but the heavy fogs and a mischievous boy and a frisky little dog had all
played with them, and they were looking very much the worse for a sum-
mer at the seaside.
Trudy and Emily were lamenting over their darlings- when Skipper
Jack came by.
0 Skipper," cried Trudy, "just look at our children! They were
such beauties when they came, and now they are nothing but wrecks."
The skipper looked at the dolls and laughed. They must go to the
doctor," he said. "Come behind the old boat, and I'll introduce you to
a prime one."

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So Trudy and Emily and Marie and Louisa went with Skipper Jack to
the old boat, and there they saw a bench, and a coil of rope, and a paint-
pot or two, and some brushes, but Where is the doctor ? asked Trudy
and Emily.
"At your service, ma'am," said Skipper Jack, seating himself on the
bench, and taking Louisa from her little mamma. So you've brought
this fine young lady to be cured. Ahem! gen'al debility, causin' weak
eyes and loss of good looks; but we'll soon fix that." And the skipper
dipped one of his brushes in a paint-pot, and gave Louisa a pair of very
brilliant red cheeks. Then with paint from another pot he touched up
her eyes and eyebrows, and gave her back to Trudy, looking very fresh
and fine.
How clever Skipper Jack was He took his big knife from one pocket
and a bit of white wood from another, and made a really beautiful new
leg for Marie, which he fastened on with some tiny pegs. And then,
seeing that Louisa had no left arm to speak of, he made one for her, with
a dear little hand, that filled Trudy and Emily with wonder and admiration.
"There, the young ladies are as good as new," he said at last; and
there's somebody's tea-bell a-ringing."
"A great deal better than new," cried Emily and Trudy. O thank
you, Skipper Jack-thank you very much;"
And we shall keep them always to remember you by," said Trudy.
"Yes, and when we go back to the city we shall show them to all our
friends, and tell them what a clever doll doctor there is at seaside." said
"A pretty queer doctor! said Skipper Jack.


HAT is my master doing? thought Trim,
As he watched him with eager eyes;
A bit of wood, and then chip, chip, chip,
And busy his knife he plies:
A hole he makes here, and a hole he makes there,
As he snips it to just the right size.

At length it is finished; 'tis every way true,
He measures it over with care;
To his mouth then he puts it and whistles so loud,
That it sure might be heard anywhere.
Such a queer little pipe to send forth such a sound!
Trim, astonished, continues to stare.

" I shall hear it," thinks Trim, wheresoe'er I may be,
It will ring out over the plain.
When I'm after a hare in the Squire's shady woods.
It will make me come back again :
And when we are bringing the sheep to the fold
It will play out a lively strain."

And Trim he looked up, and his master looked down,
"Well, Trim, my good fellow," said he,


" Do you like my new whistle ? You'll soon learn its tune,
And hear it where'er you may be,
And no matter how far, back you'll come at its call,
For you're always obedient to me.

" Without you, old dog, I should often be dull,
For I've no one else with me to play,
And we've had merry times in the fields and the lanes,
On many a sunshiny day,
But you're apt, Master Trim, as you very well know,
'Mongst the hares and the pheasants to stray.

"And as I don't want my good Trim to be shot
By the keepers upon the look-out
For trespassing dogs, why this whistle I've made,
That you'll hear when you can't hear me shout,
And whenever I blow it, then, Trim, you may know
There is certainly danger about."

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AYBE you have sometimes played "Put
Yourself in Her Place." Betty Travers
used to play it very often; poor lame Betty,
who had nothing to make the world bright
for her.
But although Betty was lame and poor
and sometimes lonely, she was a cheerful
and contented child. She never fretted
S-_ over her lot, and when she played Put
Yourself in Her Place," -there was no envy
in her heart. She enjoyed pretending, as she walked slowly along with
her :rutash, that she was one of the fine ladies in the carriages that rolled
by, or the rosy girl in the velvet jacket, going into the shop with her
mamma, or one of the merry group playing tennis on the lawn. She
entered into their pleasure, and made it her own, but was not unhappy
when she had to become lame Betty again and go home.
But one wonderful day the play was to become real for a whole lovely
hour, whose memory would stay with her all her life.
She was walking up the village street, when she heard happy voices,
and saw, just within an iron gate, a merry party at tea. They were sit-

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ting around a little table, and Betty stole close to the gate to look at
them. I'll play I am that one! she said.
She was half hidden by the shrubbery as she stood there, but sud-
denly a pair of bright eyes spied her and her crutch. It was a little boy,
who had once known what it was to be sick and lame himself. And
seeing Betty, he played at her own game, and put himself in her place.
O Sister Lou," he whispered; there's a poor girl out there, and
she's lame, and she's white, and oh! may I bring her in to have some
berries ? "
Sister Lou turned and looked, and whispered yes, to her little brother.
So he ran out, and stood beside Betty before she knew that she had been
Come in, and have some berries," he said. Sister Lou says so.
I've been lame myself, and I know how it feels. Come in with me."
Betty was quite bewildered, and all the more when pretty Sister Lou
came to the gate and led her in. The little brother gave her his own
chair. Sister Lou poured out a great glass of rich milk for her. Another
sister heaped berries on her plate, and gave her bread and meat. She
was a little frightened, but very happy all the same; and when, at last
the sun began to sink behind the trees, and the little brother piled her
hands with roses, and Sister Lou spoke a few sweet words to her as she
bade her good-bye, Betty's heart was full of joy.
There are so many poor and sick and sorry children, dear little ones ;
cannot you sometimes put yourselves in their place ?



ES, clasp her fondly, child, and kiss
Her gentle lips and tearful eyes;
Nothing can charm away like this
The sorrow that within them lies.
How many a grief has been beguiled
By kisses from a loving child.

Strange to the little orphan's heart
The formal ways, the measured rule,
And often as she sits apart
Her thoughts fly to the country school;
Voices that from the playground rise
E'en now bring tender memories.

The old home-garden where she played,
The pigeons flying to her call,
The arbor by the ash-tree made,
How plainly can she see it all!
The orchard where, in childish glee,
She chased her sister merrily.


And then a shadow over all,
Voices all hushed, a darkened room,
A grave close by the chancel wall,
A loved name written on a tomb;
Widow and children say Farewell! "
And strangers in the rectory dwell.

No wonder that the tear-drops start,
Yet time shall soften sorrow's sting;
Sunshine shall cheer the poor sad heart,
And flowers shall bloom and birds shall sing,
And a child's love its aid shall lend
The kisses of a little friend.


SRIARS have thorns," as every one must know,
Yet blackberries on bramble-bushes grow!
Small wonder then Jack hurts his hand and cries,
While Jill looks on with sympathizing eyes.

If you but kiss the place 'twill make it well :"
Jill knows the saying, so she tries the spell.
Jack suffers it to be, and, strange to say,
The tears and pain alike soon pass away.


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AMMA is not well, and I'm all alone, and it's such a disa-
greeable day! said little Nellie.
She had been creeping so very softly about the house ever
since she got up, for her mother was ill. Nurse and the other
servants were busy, and they seemed not so well able to get
on with their work now that the kind mistress of the house was unwell;
and as to Nellie herself, she looked and felt very miserable indeed. Her
doll lay neglected, with its poor little nose buried on a sofa-cushion. It
was one of those very funny little Japanese dolls, which always look so
like real little babies; and it had the most forlorn way of throwing out
arms and legs, really looking as sad as Nellie herself.
How hot it was! no air came in at the dining-room window, where
Nellie was standing, and the pavement outside was baking in the sun.
And the little girl felt that no one could be so unhappy as she was.
And then when she was feeling very sorry for herself, she began to
think how much worse it was for her poor mamma, who was lying ill this
hot day, and wondered if she could do anything to make her feel better;
and while she was thinking this her little blue eyes caught sight of what
made them look quite bright and happy. This was what you see in the
picture-a man holding three pots of flowers for sale, and beside him
walking a patient donkey, which was dragging a cart full of plants.

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"Oh, nurse, come and see this beautiful fuchsia!" called Nellie, as she
.heard nurse's footstep.
Only a shilling, miss! said the man, holding the flower towards her
over the area railings.
I would like it for mamma," said Nellie, earnestly; but I've only got
Nurse did what Nellie begged her, and opened the hall door, and there
the man displayed all his best flowers ; some of these were ninepence, but
Nellie still looked at the fuchsia.
Well, take it at ninepence, miss!" said the man; and then, with
rosy cheeks, Nellie received her treasure, and nurse went up with her to
her mother's room.
Mamma smiled, and thanked her little girl with a kiss for her kind
thought of bringing her what made her room look so pleasant and
Nellie was allowed to sit a little while in the room, and when the doc-
tor came he admired her fuchsia, and asked if she might go back with
him in his carriage and spend the day with his little girl. This great treat
was allowed, and when Nellie went to bed that evening she could not
believe that it was only a few hours since she had been saying it was
" such a disagreeable day."

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SHEN the Christmas Tree was all dressed, and
the last gift hung upon it, Uncle Ned came out
from the library where it stood, drawing the
folding-doors together behind him. The chil-
d- dren were playing in the dining-room and the
S, t hall, trying to be patient, and to forget there
was yet a whole hour to wait before the candles
could be lighted.
Come here, little people," said Uncle Ned;
"come one and all; I have something to say to you."
So all the boys and girls, little and big, came running into the parlor,
and clustered about Uncle Ned's chair. Uncle Ned picked up Baby and
Bobby, and set one on either knee. I have something to ask of you,
dear children," he said.
"A great many years ago-some of you know how many-a little
Child came into the world. He was a little stranger Child; there was no
place ready to receive Him, only a manger in a poor stable. Can you
think who the stranger was? "
I know," said Bobby very softly; and Lucy said, It was the LORD."
Yes," said Uncle Ned, it was the LORD JESUS who came to earth,


and found no place, no welcome from the world. And ever since, because
He came, His Birthday has been a glad and happy day, for His people
have given Him a place and welcome in their loving hearts.
"You are going to have a beautiful time presently; would you not
like to do something for Him who gives you all your happiness and
Oh, yes! said the children.
Do you- not think it would be nice to find a little child who is a
stranger this happy Christmas Day, and bring him in, and give him a
share in your pleasure, for the sake of the dear stranger child JESUS ?
Some little child who has no bright home, no loving friends, for whom
no Christmas gifts have been made ready? "
"Oh, yes!" said the children again. And Sandy said, There's a
boy down at the corner who doesn't belong to anybody. He just works
for Farmer Gray. He's been there a week, and he's such a little chap!"
Well, will you go and get him? asked Uncle Ned.
So Sandy, and Dick with him, ran off to find the little stranger child;
and soon came back bringing him, a pale, sad- faced boy, with big eyes
that were shining now with wonder and shy pleasure.
By the time the candles were lighted, Nurse had washed him, and
combed his pretty hair, and dressed him in an old suit of Dick's, and
had sent him down to join the others. And the children made him so
welcome, and took such pains to give him the best place, and to find gifts
for him on the tree, and to show him how glad they were to have him
with them, that the very happiest heart in the whole room was the heart
of the little stranger guest.

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UT it is such a very wet day, Cousin Mary. What shall we
do?" said little Marjory, sadly.
^ Cousin Mary thought for a minute, and then said-
Call Rex, and we will go to the picture gallery, and I
will start you for some good races from one end to the-
So Marjory ran away to find her little brother; and they both were
delighted at the thought of warming themselves by a good play-and a
good play is better than a fire, as you all know.
There was plenty of room on the big staircase for Cousin Mary to walk
with a child on each side; and indeed there would have been room for
more people besides.
Three races down the long gallery sent the children back warm and
glowing to their cousin, who was standing in front of a picture.
Rex, come here! I am going to dress you like this picture of one of
your uncles. He lived a long time ago; and I forget how many 'greats'
I should have to say if I told you exactly how he is related to you."
I should like to be dressed like that. What a splendid hat and
Yes," cried Marjory, and there's one just like it in a box in the west
room. I tried it on one day."
SYou !" said Rex; why, it's a boy's hat!"

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But, Cousin Mary," said Marjory, who was fond of beginning with
butss," "won't you dress me up too ?"
Yes, I will; and when I have finished, you shall go and see mamma
and old nurse."
Old boxes and chests were turned out, and such funny clothes were in
them, that had been worn by ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, and
little babies, ever so many years before; and they were not a bit like
what people wear now, as you will see by the picture.
"Now, Marjory, that little girl in the picture is your great great-
grandmother," said Cousin Mary.
But, cousin, she's much too little to be a grandmamma," objected
Marjory; "she's quite as small as I."
"All grandmammas have to be little children first," said Cousin Mary,
laughing. Now, you both look just like the pictures; and I hear papa's
voice in the hall. Let us surprise him."
So Marjory and Rex marched down together. And papa was so
astonished that he hardly knew them. Mamma laughed at the quaint
little figures; and nurse said-
I must find some cake for the little lord and lady that have come to
pay us a visit."
This, you see, ended the play very nicely.



SHIS is our Gyp. Doesn't he look as if some one had
just said, RATS "?
At least, that is the way he cocks his ear when we
say RATS," but he doesn't generally look as sleepy as
he does in his picture. He looks here as if he were
saying, Oh, it's all very well for you to say Rats,' but I 'spect you're
fooling me. I'll just wait until I hear 'em scratching."
We are very fond of dogs, papa and all of us children; and we have
six-each of us owns one. And then every dog story we hear or read
anywhere we always remember to tell each other. In that way, you see,
we get to know a great many, and some of them are very curious. Shall
I tell you the last I read ?
It is about a terrier, like Gyp, and so I like it; and anyway I should
think it very nice and interesting.
There was a lioness in a show, and she was shut up in a cage, poor
thing! And one day she was taken sick.
Now there were a great many rats about the place, and when the
lioness was well, she rather liked to have them round, for it is very
monotonous for a wild beast to be shut up always, and the little things
amused her, running around.
But when she was sick, it was quite another thing, for then she had to


lie still, and the rats weren't a bit afraid of her, but came right up and
nibbled her feet, and she wasn't strong enough to shake them off, or get
rid of them.
So the keeper put a terrier in the cage. At first the lioness looked
very suspiciously at the little doggie; I suppose she thought it was only
something more come to annoy her.
But pretty soon a big rat came running across the cage, making for the
lioness's toes. But before he could reach her, up jumped the terrier and
caught him by the back, and gave him just a gentle shake, and threw him
to the other end of the cage.
Pretty soon there came another, and the terrier treated it in just the
same way. By that time the lioness began to see what terriers were
made for, and you cannot think how grateful she was. She put her paw
gently on him, and drew him to her, and gave him just the tenderest pat,
as if to say, Thank you; and when he grew sleepy, she made him sleep
beside her, and when he woke up, he went to work again to keep away
the rats.
The lioness was very sick. She did not live long, but as long as she
did live the terrier kept the rats away, and made her poor old life com-
fortable. And she did everything she could to show her gratitude, until
the very hour she died, when she turned her eyes the last thing toward
the terrier, as if to say good-bye.


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Welcome sweet awaits the sportsman
Still he lingers on his way, repining,
For he has not found the wounded

And the timid creature, sorely stricken,
Wearied with long flight, lies down to
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Wail of wind and helpless anguish blending,
And a leafless stalk for all her shield;
Life like hers could have no sadder ending-
Life so glad in flowery wood and field!

Frisky friends, in safer haunts abiding,
For their playmate through long glades will peep,
Or, may be, will deem her snugly hiding
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Lit by moon-ray now, since clouds have parted,
On the ice her furry coat shows brown;
From their elm the wakeful crows have darted,
And around the dying one swoop down.

In the homestead light, and warmth, and pleasure;
Only snow and horror where she lies!
Oh! the love which we yet scantly measure,
Surely will enfold her when she dies!


HREE wise heads o'er a paper bend,
And each one tries to read the news:-
Young Jack is staying with a friend,"
Tom's father's going for a cruise."

So wag the little tongues, and we
Might think such gossip of the town
Scarce worthy print, did we not see
They read the paper upside down.



T was Tommy's dinner; and he was very glad that
at last it was out of the big pot and in his bowl,
-..*'-.. -" ready to be eaten. At least, it would be ready as
soon as it got cool, but just now Tommy had to
content himself with the nice smell; and with his
Spoon in his hand he looked knowingly at his two
companions, who were quite as much pleased with
the smell as he was.
We can't have it yet, you see, Puss, so we must be patient. I must
eat the most, because it's my dinner; but I'll try not to be hungry right
to the bottom of the bowl."
This promise made Puss rub herself against her little master's dinner-
table, and purr loudly; old Rover kept his eyes fixed on the steaming
bowl to see how Tommy would remember his promise; for being taller
than Puss, he had often had a chance of seeing basins cleared on that
little table, and this time he thought he would be ready to remind Tommy
if he saw any fear of being disappointed.
There was another watcher, too, but such a little one that the other
three never noticed it. This was the tabby kitten, which had just come
to the age when it thought meat smelt nice.
Dear me," said Tommy, laughing, "how you do stare at me and I
think I must stop now; so you just come to the door, and I'll tell how
this is to be divided."


When Tommy got up, the dog and cat became very excited, and Rover
danced round while Puss rubbed his legs. Tommy threw his arm round
Rover's neck, and was just raising Puss in his arms, when, crack! Start-
led heads all turned to find that Kitty had jumped on the table, tumbled
head and fore paws into the bowl, and then rolled with it to the floor,
where it broke, and the savory remains of Tommy's dinner lay on the
clean stones!
With a spring and a growl Rover frightened the kitten from the spot,
and began licking up the spoil, without waiting to inquire how much
Tommy had meant for him; Puss, whose hunger was stronger than her
pride in her forward kitten, ran to get her share, and Rover was too old
a friend to quarrel with her-so they cleared the floor before Tommy's
mother came in. Then the broken bowl was held up by Tommy, and his
mother scolded Rover and Puss, who looked to their master to explain
in English what they were only able to express by their eyes and tails.
It was all the kitten's fault, mother, and she doesn't know any better;
and, mother, couldn't you spare a spoonful more for them all out of that
large pot ? because, you see, the floor got some of this."
And mother kissed the coaxing face, and then she served dinner for the
dog, the cat, and the kitten on a wooden plate.

HREE little maidens, so dainty and fair,
Singing a song to the birds in the air.
Sing on, little maids, for indeed you sing well;
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;9 RAN'THER WATTLES and his family were gathered
-, under the wash-bench in the kitchen garden. It was rain-
r^^ i'T ing, and Gran'ther Wattles did not quite approve of the
wash-bench for a shelter. My good old father always
L tight us to go in when it rained," he said.
.-^ But it doesn't rain under here," said pert Whitey Dorking.
And it is so much pleasanter to stay where one can see something
of the world," said her vain sister, Browney.
By this Browney meant, where the world can see us," for she was
very fond of admiration. She was proud of her feathers and of her gait,
and she could not bear to go into the quiet coop when it was not really
necessary. If we. stay," she thought, the other fowls will be passing
this way, and I would like that silly little Miss Banty to see what a shine
I have to my feathers to-day."
But she would not have said all this for the world; and if she had,
Gran'ther Wattles would have taken her down finely, I can assure you.
Gran'ther Wattles thought nobody had anything to be proud of who could
not crow, and he would have laughed well at Browney if he had known
she was vain of her feathers.
So they all stayed under the wash-bench, and looked out upon the
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their heads ; there were little pools in the walks, and little rivers running
down toward the gate. One old hen who had the rheumatism wished
she had gone into the coop before things got so wet; she said she did
not remember such a rain since she was young.
There was nothing to be seen on the road but the butcher's cart driv-
ing slowly by. Gran'ther Wattles and his family did not care to see
the butcher's cart; they always turned their backs upon it when it
Browney was beginning to think that she might as well have been in
the coop, when whom should she see making his way up the walk but
young Mr. Chanty Chanticleer, from a neighbor's yard.
How lucky," she thought, that I am here! Mr. Chanticleer is quite
the gentleman ; old Gran'ther, and this pert Whitey, and all these stupid
hens would never know how to receive and entertain him. I will show
them how."
So Browney looked over her shoulder to see that her feathers were
straight, and then stepped out from under the wash-bench in her most
elegant manner.
But we shall never know what impression she might have made on
Mr. Chanticleer, for, alas! at this moment the old water-butt suddenly
gave way, and a deluge of water came down on poor Browney's back.
All her pretty mincing steps were spoiled, all her shining feathers were
ruffled, all her little vanities were put to the blush. I think if Browney
ever wishes to make a display again, she will take very great care not to
stand too near the old water-butt.


S FYOU would not believe, would you, that
this little fellow, sleeping here so qui-
S: etly, could be Jack the Giant-Killer? Yet,
That is what Totty is, as he travels through
S Dreamland, although old Trusty, watching
.- him so closely, never suspects it in the
Mother has brought Totty with her to
the hayfield, for there is no one to leave him with at home, and has laid
him down on the sweet grass to take his morning nap. She has put the
umbrella over him, and bidden Trusty to watch," and is raking away
with the other hay-makers, quite sure that her baby is safe. Little does
she dream of the wonderful things Totty is doing and seeing!
For Totty is in Dreamland, and there, you know, all sorts of strange
things happen that outside people know nothing about. He has planted
a bean beside his mother's cottage, and is watching the great beanstalk
shoot up at the rate of about one hundred miles a minute.
He has long, golden curls, he thinks-because his memory is so small
that things get very much mixed in it; there are three bears near by, like
those Goldilocks knew, and Red-Riding-Hood's grandmother is shaking
her stick at them to frighten them away.
And now Totty begins to climb the ladder that the beanstalk has made.


Up, up he goes, higher and higher. He wishes the. neighbor's little boys
could see him climb.
By-and-by he reaches the top, and comes out on a great big hayfield,
where there are giants raking up the hay. His little heart begins to go
pit-a pat, but he tries to be brave, and goes on until he reaches the first
Please, sir," he says, I am Jack the Giant-Killer;" and then it
seems to him that that was not just the right thing to say.
He is afraid the giant will be angry, and he is just going to run away,
when who should drive up but Cinderella with the fairy-godmother be-
side her!
The carriage stops, and Cinderella says, Good-morning, little Totty;
would you like to take a drive ?"
Totty thinks he would like it very much, and he is just going to step
into the big coach, when the clock strikes twelve, and behold! the coach,
and the fairy godmother, and the horses, and the coachman all vanish
away, and Cinderella stands beside him crying.
Then Totty throws his little arms around her, and says, "Oh, don't cry,
dear, dear Cinderella! I love you, if you are in rags."
But Cinderella keeps on crying so very hard that Totty feels as if he
must cry too; and he is just going to begin when he feels something soft
upon his face, and opening his eyes, he sees Trusty trying to wake him
up, and his own mother standing near with his luncheon in her hand.
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beautiful doll, the present of her grand-
SNow perhaps you do not see much to
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S,'thing she played at with her doll being real.
Sometimes dolly was to be good, and some-
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To-day Lotty decided that dolly should be ill, very ill; and so she re-
solved to treat her just as she had seen her mother treat little Willie when
he had been ill. Lotty did not need to paint her doll white, because
when she had once made up her mind that she was to be poorly, she was
able to believe that she was quite pale and ill-looking.
So in a quiet corner of the nursery she made up medicines of sugar
and water, which she shook well in small bottles, and gravely tasted be-
fore she gave a dose. Soon afterwards the other children came in, and
Lotty felt that the nursery was too noisy for her sick child; so carefully
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from the open window came gently in.
Willie ran out to play in the garden. He came beneath the window
several times. Do, Lotty, come and see my arrows. I can shoot them
right into the sky! "
At another time Lotty would have told Willie that this was not quite
true, but now she did not say a word. Again the little fellow called out-
Flossie is calling us to play at ball in her garden; leave that stupid
doll and have a good play."
Stupid doll, indeed! Lotty looked fondly at her treasure, and felt very
sorry that any one should call such a poor sick child stupid. She won-
dered how Willie would have liked to be called names when he had
been ill.
Tea-time came, and mamma and nurse both called several times for
Lotty, but got no answer. At last, feeling vexed that the little girl did
not answer, they opened the door. What a grave, solemn face met them
as Lotty raised her little finger!
Hush! dear mamma, please; she is having a beautiful sleep, and
when she wakes I'll get my tea."
Mamma remembered so well how she had given orders that no one
should disturb her when she was nursing Willie, that she could not scold
the earnest little player ; and nurse said-
Dear little girl, she is just like her mother !"



OLLY and Edgar!" called mamma from
the window, and they threw down their
toys in the arbor where they were play-
ing, and ran a race up the garden walk
to see which would reach her first.
"Run up to nurse, dearies," she said,
"and ask her to smooth your hair, and
wash you, and put on your fresh aprons,
and then come down to me in the break-
Up-stairs to the nursery went the children, and presently they came
down with clean faces and hands, and smooth hair, and fresh aprons, to
the breakfast-room where mamma was sitting, and with her such a pretty
lady. This lady was not pale and quiet like mamma, with a black dress,
and a white cap on her head; but she wore a beautiful pink dress with
worked flounces, and a white hat trimmed with soft white mull and a
curling feather, and her eyes were the brightest blue, and her cheeks
the softest pink, to match her dress, and her hair was all in little curls and
shone like gold.
These are the children," said mamma, when they came in; and Molly
and Edgar went up and put their hands into the stranger's hands, while


she smiled at them, and said in the sweetest voice, So these are my
little neighbors. I am very glad to see you, dears."
Molly was shy after that, and as soon as the lady dropped her hands,
she stole behind her mother, and looked from behind her at the stranger.
But Edgar stood still at his mother's side, looking straight into the lady's
Well, little man," she said, why do you look at me like that? "
You are such a pretty lady," said Edgar. But then, when mamma
and the pretty lady laughed, he felt quite ashamed, and turned and hid
his face in mamma's dress, and she had to comfort him.
That was the first time Molly and Edgar saw this pretty lady; but a
very few weeks after that, they had grown to think that she belonged to
them almost as much as their own dear mamma, and to feel as though
they had known her all their lives.
She had come to live in the house next theirs, and very soon she had
a little gateway cut in the hedge between, and the children ran in and out
from one garden to the other, as though both were their own. Mornings,
before breakfast, they would run over there to give their pretty lady her
morning kiss, and every summer morning they would find her in her
garden among the flowers, and she would give them beautiful roses and
sweet peas and violets to put at mamma's place at breakfast. She would
have picnics for them on the lawn, and take them to ride in her little
pony carriage; next to their own dear mamma the children loved her,
and very rich little children they were indeed, with such a mamma and
such a pretty lady.



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SI1 IN this ten months, and I've put my head in at this window
I9 every day since I came, and I haven't seen anything like
this before.
S Washing-day morning, too, and Mistress hasn't even
S put the clothes to soak; and what she and the children
are doing now is more than I can understand.
"'Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!' I heard 'em calling this
morning. What's that, I'd like to know ? And if Master didn't bring a
tree into the house-he'll be bringing that great rock in front of the
blacksmith's shop into my stall next!
"Just look now at Mistress and the children. See all those things
she's hanging on that tree, and those red apples. I know something bet-
ter to do with ihem, Mistress, I can tell you!
It's very queer ; the children haven't half so much as usual to say to
me to-day. To be sure that was an uncommon good breakfast they gave
me, and Nelly did say Merry Christmas, old Dobbin!' What is Merry
Christmas, anyway ?
Here comes Master, and what's this he's doing? Getting the pung
out at this time! Why isn't he at work, anyway? Going to harness
me up, is he ? Well, I don't mind that a bit. Sleighing's good as can
be, and a fine bracing day. And look at Mistress and the children all


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done up in their Sunday best! Let's give him an apple before we
start,' says Franky. That's right, my boy. Nothing better than an ap-
ple before a good run. 'Let's stick a sprig of holly behind his ears,' says
Nelly. All right, Nelly, so long as it don't scratch. 'Because it's Christ-
mas,' Franky and Nelly say together. They have sprigs of holly in
the front of their jackets, and Father has one on the lappet of his coat,
and Mother one where her shawl is pinned across."
No mistaking it's Christmas," says the father, as they get into the
old pung; and he touches Dobbin lightly with the whip, all the bells
jingling merrily.
The little sick girl in the big house across the way, who is lying in her
white bed and enjoying the pretty plant and the bird the Christmas
morning has brought to her, hears the bells and climbs up to the win-
dow to see her neighbors as they drive away.
And as she looks she smiles. Why, even the horse keeps Christmas,"
she says, seeing the sprigs of holly behind his ears.
"Well, whatever Christmas is," Dobbin is thinking, it must be a
good thing, anyway."
And he does not change his mind, you may be sure, when he comes
home to a royal dinner, and later, looks through the window in the wall
again, and sees the little tree blazing with lights, and the father and
mother, and children all smiling round, and hears their merry voices, and
what he thinks the best of all, himself gets the biggest, and reddest, and
most delicious apple from off the Christmas-tree.



LL kinds of treasures the boats bring in when they come back
from their long voyages, far away upon the seas. But the
very strangest and most wonderful treasure of all came home
'one day in Ben Blake's boat, from the Newfoundland Banks.
The boats got in in a heavy rain, but every one was on the beach to
welcome them. Fathers and brothers had been too long from home not
to be met with greetings as soon as they came to land, in spite of wind
and weather; nor were the hardy islanders used to stay within doors for
every shower.
So there they were on the beach, mothers and sisters and friends, and
as each boat came in, a shout of greeting went up from those on board
and those on shore.
Last of all came Ben Blake's boat; and when it had been secured, and
Ben stepped to the long float, a host of hands were held out to him, for
Ben was a great favorite. But Ben's arms were full, and he had no hand
to give in return. All the men and women pressed around to get a
glimpse of the bundle he carried, and there arose a great chorus of ques-
tions and exclamations when they discovered that it contained a baby;
a pretty little two-year-old child, that nestled down in Ben's arms, and
smiled up in his face as if it were quite at home.
But Ben would answer no questions until he had taken his precious
treasure out of the rain, into a neighboring cottage, nor even then would
he speak until the baby was warm and dry, and had had a bowl of bread
and milk set before it by the good housewife.


And then he told his story, the story of a wreck which he had wit-
nessed, but from which he could rescue nothing, until there came floating,
close to his boat, a spar, on which was lashed this little child. The baby was
sleeping, he said, and when he drew it into his boat, it opened its pretty
eyes, and smiled up in his face, as good and happy as they saw it now.
So he had tended it, and cared for it, and watched over it, and now he
had brought it home to be taken care of always.
And because Ben had no home and wife of his own, but only a mother
who was too old and feeble to be burdened with the charge of the little
one, he said the island must adopt it, and all must help care for it.
Children were not few already in the island homes, but every one was
ready to make a place for this little stranger. Hearts were large, if
purses were light, among these simple folk, and there was plenty of room
in them for the pretty baby. And among all the little ones upon the
island, none were loved more dearly from this time, or tended more care-
fully, than the treasure Ben Blake brought from Newfoundland.


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HESE three little children live in a pleasant home,
and have a kind father and mother who love them
very dearly. Their house is cosy and comfortable,
and there is a pretty garden about it, where Peter
and Dolly have each a flower-bed. Dolly and Peter
have plenty of playmates in the village school
where they are taught every day, and at home there is always little
Stephen, wh9 is the sweetest playmate of all.
You would think they would all be very happy, and so they would be
if it were not for one thing. Their father is a fisherman, and every year
he leaves them for the long season at the fishing-banks of Newfoundland.
They part with him early in the spring, and it is not until harvest-time
that they can look for his return.
So the winter months are the happiest of the year in William More-
ton's home. Then the dear father is there, and every one, from the
mother to little Stephen, rejoices. He is so cheery and good, so helpful
and strong ; Peter hopes that some day he may be like his father
The mother hopes so too, for she knows he could not take a better
model for honesty, and industry, and loving-kindness. But when Petei
says that he, too, will be a sailor like his father, then his mother says,
" No, oh no for she cannot bear to think that her boy should have to
meet all the dangers to which his father goes forth every spring.

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The children are so young that they often forget these dangers in their
work and their play, but when night comes and they stand beside their
mother to sing their evening hymn, their thoughts fly to the Newfound-
land Banks, and their song is a prayer from their very hearts for the
father there.
Guard the sailor tossing
On the dark blue sea,"

they sing, and think of father in his little boat.
Each year, while their father is gone, the children try to learn some-
thing new that may please him when he returns. When Peter was the
baby boy, his mother taught him to say Papa" the first summer his
father was gone; and now this summer little Stephen has learned that
word and many another to surprise the father.
As for Peter, he is a great boy now, and he and Dolly have worked
hard in their gardens to make them bright and neat, and have been help-
ful to their mother, and have treasured in mother's desk a pile of good
reports that they have brought home, week after week, from school.
They are watching every day for the boats to be in. At last word
comes that they are near. The house is ready, the children waiting; to-
night he will be here!
Hark! what step is that upon the walk ? Mother and children run to
throw open the door; and there upon the stone he stands, the dear father I
come home in safety to them once more.



ILLIE was a wicked boy,
Snubbed his poor old mother;
Willie was a dreadful boy,
Quarrelled with his brother;
Willie was a spiteful boy,
Often pinched his sister;
Once he gave her such a blow,
Raised a great big blister!

Willie was a sulky boy,
Sadly plagued his cousins;
Often broke folks' window panes,
Throwing stones by dozens;
Often worried little girls,
Bullied smaller boys;
Often broke their biggest dolls,
Jumped upon their toys.

If he smelt a smoking tart,
Willie longed to steal it!
If he saw a pulpy peach,
Willie tried to peel it!
Could he reach a new plum-cake,
Greedy Willie picked it;
If he spied a pot of jam,
Dirty Willie licked it.


If he saw a poor old dog,
Wicked Willie whacked it;
If it had a spot of white,
Silly Willie blacked it;
If he saw a sleeping cat,
Horrid Willie kicked it;
If he caught a pretty moth,
Cruel Willie pricked it.

If his pony would not trot,
Angry Willie thrashed it ;
If he saw a clinging snail,
Thoughtless Willie smashed it;
If he found a sparrow's nest,
Unkind Willie hid it.
All the mischief ever done,
Folks knew Willie did it.

No one taught him how to skate,
Or to play at cricket;
No one helped him if he stuck
In a prickly thicket.
Oh no! for the boys all said
Willie loved to tease them,
And that if he had the chance,
Willie would not please them.

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O you know what a beautiful thing you can see if you get up
early enough some pleasant morning?
It is only in the very early morning that you can see it;
if you oversleep five minutes you will be too late. You
must be up with the birds, if you want to see what they see
every day.
Little Gretchen Miller saw it one morning for the first time in all her
life, and she thought it was well worth waking very early for.
It was Pussy who awoke her. There was no one else stirring in the
house, when Gretchen heard a gentle purr! purr! close by her ear,
and felt a soft tap on her arm. Do you suppose Pussy was trying to
say, "Get up, little Gretchen, get up and look out of the window-quick,
before it is too late ? "
At any rate, Gretchen thought she said something like that, and she
jumped up, and put on some of her clothes in a great hurry, and ran to
the open window.
It was a clear summer morning. The plants on the window-seat were
full of blossoms. So were the trees in the orchard; and the lawn in front
of the house looked as if it were spread with a carpet of green velvet.
The air was soft and cool, and very, very sweet ; there was a faint twitter
to be heard from the waking birds.




And up above, the sky was covered with little fleecy clouds, that low
down in the east were tinged with pink. And as Gretchen looked, the
pink grew deeper and deeper, and spread and spread. One little cloud
after another caught the pretty color, and grew rosy and bright. A golden
light began to peep above the hills; and then, slowly, there came up over
the highest hill-top, a wonderful great ball of fire.
Gretchen watched it as it rose and grew; what could it be, this won-
derful thing ? Had it set the whole heavens on fire? for now the whole
sky was pink, and all about the great ball were flames of red and gold,
shooting out around and above it.
The birds, that had only been giving a sleepy twitter until now, sud-
denly were wide awake, and poured forth such a chorus of glad song that
the whole world seemed to be full of music. The leaves on the trees
danced. The flowers held up their heads, and smiled at the brightness
above. The little dewdrops twinkled and sparkled like thousands of
jewels in the grass. Everything was glad.
As for Gretchen, she laughed aloud, just a little laugh of happiness
that came out from her very heart. It was such a beautiful world, and
she was in the very midst of it. She had never known before how beau-
tiful it was; just as you, little reader, do not know, and will never know
until you waken very early some summer morning, and see the sun rise.

OBIN of the rosy breast,
Flap your pretty wings;
Sound most sweet that I love best
Is when robin sings.


HENEVER Miss Nancy Bell went to church, the carriage
came to the door, with its span of horses, and the coachman
on the box; and the maid helped Miss Nancy down the steps
of the house, and the footman followed with her Bible and
Prayer Book and Hymnal in his arms, and Miss Nancy took her seat,
and the footman climbed up by the coachman, and they drove away.
Now Miss Nancy believed in going to church every day in Lent, and
one morning she started as usual at nine o'clock. But just as she was
stepping into the carriage, who should rush up to her but little Cassie
Milburn, her hair flying and her bonnet falling off, and she threw her
arms round her, the tears rolling down her cheeks.
Oh, Miss Nancy! Miss Nancy!" she said, won't you help me?
Mamma is all of a sudden so much worse; and papa went in town this
morning and does not know, and I don't know how to tell him, or how to
get him back-unless, unless -"
"All right, Cassie," interrupted Miss Nancy; I know what you mean.
Get into the carriage, child; and you, John, drive Miss Milburn where
she tells you, and bring her father back with you. Is there anything
else I can do for you, dear?"
Oh, nothing more, thank you, dear Miss Nancy," cried Cassie; only
to get father home."
"Drive fast, John," said Miss Nancy ; and off John drove, leaving Miss


Nancy standing on the sidewalk, and the footman, with the books in his
arms, looking on open-eyed.
Miss Nancy stood still for a minute, thinking. She could not go to
church that morning, that was sure. But was it sure? Just then she
heard the bell of a little church near by, one she had passed often in her
carriage, but had never entered, because of that big church farther off to
which she always rode. "James," she said-and James was so amazed
he could hardly believe his ears-" James, I will walk to church to-day."
This little church was very poor, and the clergyman, who every day
was visiting the sick and needy, had little to give them. That morning
he was feeling very sad about it, because he wanted money for them so
much, and he prayed in his heart, as he knelt in the church, that the good
God would incline some of His rich children to give of their abundance
to the poor.
Can you think how happy he was when service was over, and he
opened the poor-box at the door, as he did every day, to find five bright
beautiful gold pieces in it, more than he had ever found there before ?
And happier still he would have been had he known that this was only
the first of many times Miss Nancy's kind hand would be stretched out to
aid him in this work.
And this is but one morning of dear Miss Nancy's life, full of kind and
loving deeds, which we are sure must bring back many blessings to her.


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ON'T do that, children; don't do that. Supposing Uncle
Ben should come home and find you at it?"
The children's mother often said this to them when they
.'1 were noisy, or quarrelsome, or disobedient. Uncle Ben
was a sailor, who was away on a long, long voyage, but
who might now arrive at any time.
Indeed, the mother and the children had been looking
for him for at least a month, and the children were beginning to be
tired of watching, and to think that he would never come.
They were not very quiet, peaceable children, and their gentle mother
did not find it easy to teach them to be obedient to her and kind to one
another. At first, they had listened to her when she had warned them
to be good lest Uncle Ben should come suddenly, and surprise them in
their naughtiness, but after they had waited for many days, this warning
began to lose its effect.
And so it came to pass, one evening, that Joe, and Stephen, and Delia
were quarreling in the kitchen over some game which they had been
playing there. Faces were flushed and angry; voices were raised high;
the mother's soft tones could hardly be heard.
Gently, gently, my children," she said. What would your Uncle
Ben say if he were to come now !"
"Uncle Ben !" repeated Joe, rudely. What nonsense about Uncle




Ben; I don't believe he will ever come." And then he turned upon
Stephen and Delia again. "It's no such thing!" he cried. You
cheated It was this way."
Meanwhile some one was coming softly up to the kitchen window.
For, after all, the long voyage was over, and Uncle Ben was come at last.
He thought he would take one peep at his sister and her children before
they knew that he was there-the children whom he had left as little
ones about their father's knee in the happy days before the dear father's
And looking in, this is what he saw: Three children disputing over
some game upon the table; one with his hand raised to strike, all with
flushed and angry faces. And he heard loud, rude words, and saw the
grieved look on the mother's face as she tried in vain to bring back
Then before they had heard a sound of arrival in their tumult, Uncle
Ben stood in the midst of the troubled group. His face was stern and
sad, the happy moment to which they had all looked forward so long was
very different from what they had hoped.
Oh! how the children wished then that they had heeded their mother's
words, and always watching, had been always ready for this coming!
But Uncle Ben has come to stay, and it may be that with the help of
his strong authority, the gentle mother may in time be able to make her
little cottage what she longs to see it, the dwelling of peace.



UTTERCUPS and daisies,
Oh, the pretty flowers,
Coming ere the spring-time,
To tell of sunny hours ;
While the trees are leafless,
While the fields are bare,
Buttercups and daisies
Spring up here and there.

Ere the snowdrop peepeth,
Ere the crocus bold,
Ere the early primrose
Opes its paly gold,
Somewhere on the sunny bank
Buttercups are bright ;
Somewhere 'mong the frozen grass
Peeps the daisy white.

Little, hardy flowers,
Like to children poor,
Playing in their sturdy health
By their mother's door;


Purple with the north wind,
Yet alert and bold;
Fearing not, and caring not,
Though they be a-cold !

What to them is weather !
What are stormy showers !
Buttercups and daisies
Are these human flowers !
He who gave them hardships
And a life of care,
Gave them likewise hardy strength
And patient hearts to bear.

. ELIGHTFUL visitant! with thee
SI hail the time of flowers,
And hear the sound of music sweet
From birds among the bowers.
Cuckoo! cuckoo!

The school-girl, wandering through the woods,
To pluck the primrose gay,
Starts, thy curious voice to hear,
And imitates thy lay.
Cuckoo! cuckoo!

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OLLO'S papa had a great library in which were many
learned and costly books. Some of these Rollo did not
care to touch, some of them he wanted very much to take,
but his papa would not let him; some his papa would some-
times take from their shelves and show to him; and some,
in one special little case of shelves, Rollo could take out
and look at and read whenever he pleased, for they were his very own.
Every birthday and Christmas morning he would run to those shelves,
and there he would be sure to find a new book; for of books his papa
was very fond, and he meant that Rollo should love them too.
These books were of different kinds; there was the Sunday shelf,
with Rollo's Sunday reading on it; there was the story shelf, with AEsop's
Fables, and the Arabian Nights, and Hans Anderson, and Grimm's
Household Tales, and all the pretty stories of Cinderella, and Puss in
Boots, and the White Cat, and Red-Riding-Hood, that children love so
well. There was the toy shelf, with the Boys' Own Book, and others
telling how to play all sorts of games ; and then there were the shelves
of useful books, and among these last was one great favorite of Rollo's-
The Monkey Book.
Last Christmas he had found it there, a good-sized book in a sober
brown cover, not very entertaining at first sight. But when Rollo opened
those brown covers, and saw the many pictures of all sorts of apes and



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monkeys-some walking on their four great hands, some standing up.
right on two and clutching a great staff, some climbing trees, some throw-
ing cocoanuts at each other, some with their little baby monkeys clinging
round their necks, and some asleep like this great creature in the picture,
-when he saw all these, Rollo was enchanted, and ran to thank his father
a dozen times.
What a funny book!" do you say? "I don't see what is useful
about it."
Ah, you do not know. You should see Rollo curled up in the window-
seat poring over it; you should hear him answer his father when he ex-
amines him about the different monkeys, and where they live, and what
they eat, and how their habits differ from each other.
Where is my little monkey? his mother sometimes asks when she
comes in, and his father thinks, when he sees that, of all his useful books,
this is the one that Rollo really loves, perhaps his son will become
a naturalist, finding his work and his pleasure in learning more and
more of the great animal world. And so he plans to give him other
books, about lions and deer, about elephants and camels, hoping that by-
and-by his little Rollo may make journeys in strange lands, and write
books himself about the wonders that he sees.
But Rollo only sits in the window-seat and reads his monkey book,
and never thinks of this.



T is generally much better to stay in the place where you belong.
Of course there are exceptions to this rule. America would never
have been discovered, if it had been always carried out, and then where
would you and I have been! But it is well to wait until you are quite
sure you are a Christopher Columbus before you start on a voyage of
Once upon a time there was a young dog who had a comfortable home
with respectable parents; a good bone three times a day, with other
necessary articles of food, and even some luxuries. He had everything
that should make a good dog happy, but he was never contented.
When his mother asked him why, he had no answer ready but this:
* I feel as if I must see the world."
Make a good use of the piece of the world you can see," his mother
would say, wisely; but young dogs, like young children, do not always
think highly of the wisdom of their elders.
And so one day, without a word to anybody, this young dog-Tray by
name-started out to discover the world. His way lay up a hill, and as
it wound up and up, he began to think it a little toilsome, and the sun a
little warm, and to wonder where he would be likely to find his dinner.
There seemed, indeed, to be no end to the hill, and as he went up it
grew rocky and barren and desolate. There were great bare rocks, and
now and then he passed a cave in them that had a deep and alarming


look. Tray did not like them; he remembered stories he had heard of
wolves and bears.
Still he went on, quite determined to be brave, when suddenly he
heard a voice above his head, and looking up, he saw a great creature,
dressed in feathers, staring at him with great round eyes.
Tray shook with fear. I'm not doing any harm," he gasped.
But the feathery creature only stared.
I'm-I'm going to see the world," faltered Tray.
Still the round eyes stared at him.
Tray began to remember all the naughty things he had ever done,
especially the times that he had disobeyed his mother. Perhaps-per-
haps, I've seen about enough for once," he said, in a very low tone.
Tu-whit! Tu-whit! Tu-wkoo / said the queer creature.
With that Tray, frightened almost to death, turned about, and ran
down the hill as fast as his trembling legs would take him, and never
stopped until he reached his mother's side. The world is full of dread-
ful things," he cried; I will never run away from home again,"
With that his mother boxed his ears; but she gave him two bones for
his supper, beside a particularly nice bit of meat that the cook had thrown
out to her.

AIR waved the golden corn
In Canaan's pleasant land,
When, full of joy, some shining morn
Went forth the reaper band.


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OB GRAYSON is the most obliging and best-tempered and the
l most awkward of boys. See him now, going at the fire-place,
head foremost, as though about to fling himself in; yet, if you were to
ask him what he might be doing, he would put his finger on his lip, and
say, Hush-sh," in a loud whisper, and explain that he is just stealing
softly across the floor to put the tea-kettle on quietly, not to waken little
Ted. And more than likely, he will set the kettle down with a thump,
and half a dozen coals will fall out between the bars of the grate, and one
perhaps will roll across the floor and strike Ted's hand, and wake him up.
That is the way it always is with Bob. Once he met old Mrs. Price
coming home with a basket of eggs, and begged to carry them for her,
and fell, and dropped the basket, and broke them all. Another time he
asked blind Mr. Andrews to let him take his kindling wood up stairs for
him, and then there was a great crash, and Bob and the kindling wood
went rolling down stairs together. And once he overtook lame Mr.
Phillips on the street, and offered him his arm; but he trod so on the old
man's toes, and tripped so often over his crutch, that at last Mr. Phillips
said, "Thank ye, thank ye, kindly, Bob, but seems to me I get on better
No one ever is angry with Bob when he does all these awkward
things. His face is so smiling and pleasant when he offers to help, and


so downcast and humble when he fails, that no one says anything more
severe than, Bob, Bob, what an awkward boy you are!"
Bob had heard this so often he had almost come to think he could
never be anything but awkward, when one day some one said the same
old words, How awkward you are !" and then added, but why don't
you try to improve ?"
That set Bob to thinking, how could he improve? He asked his
teacher at the Sunday-school about it, and she gave him some easy rules
to follow, such as, Look where you are walking," and Hold fast what
you have to carry; and she told him to practise marching ten minutes
a day up and down his room, with his head up and his shoulders down,
and his toes turned out, and a stick for a gun in his arms, just like a soldier
on guard.
Bob has made a beginning. Every night after supper he gets out his
big stick, and gives a little stick to Ted, and with these over their shoul-
ders they march sometimes ten minutes, more often half an hour, about
the room. "For Ted likes it," says Bob; "and I s'pose it's good for
And not only in this but in other ways he is trying hard, so that by-
and-by he may get over his ungainly ways, and people will no longer call
him Awkward Bob."

H, how nice! ten little mice
Learning their A B C!
Oh, what fun! see how they run
Surely they can't fear me!


NCE on a time the good ship Victory was stationed at a
port on the coast of Africa, and before it had cast anchor in
the pretty harbor, the black people of the mainland were put-
ting off in boats, or swimming fearlessly out, some just to take
a good look at the strange ship and those on board ; others
with fruit and vegetables, and strings of shells, and odd
plants, and bits of sea-weed, for barter or sale.
The sailors soon made friends with some of the negroes, but one
among them was the special favorite. He was chief of the tribe, and the
most intelligent of them all, and the men before long used to have him
come on board, and would try to teach him a little English.
They gave him a sailor suit and a pair of stout shoes, and they hung a
blue ribbon around his neck with a bright brass medal attached. Jumbo
himself had rings in his ears of African gold, and when dressed up in this
style, he was a fine specimen of a black man.
In return for what the sailors gave him, he brought them fresh fruit
and vegetables every day, and choice fish, and curiosities of different
kinds to take home to their wives and sweethearts. He was interested
in everything in the ship, and pleased with all they gave him ; but one
thing they had which he coveted most of all. This was a picture of Eng-
land's great sailor, Horatio Nelson. It was not because it was of the


great Admiral that Jumbo wanted this, but because the picture was so
gay and bright with such yellow hair and red cheeks, and blue eyes, such
a splendid red coat, such brilliant decorations, such a superb cocked hat.
Each day he brought something new to the ship, and offered it to the
happy possessor of this gorgeous picture, and each day honest Jack shook
his head; he could not part with his dear Admiral.
But one morning Jumbo came smiling with delight. He had brought
something with him Jack could not withstand, and he opened his hand
and showed a ring and two long heavy earrings of ruddy gold; and, in-
deed, Jack could not resist those, and so at last Jumbo got the picture,
and it is in his hut to-day ; but the first thing Jack bought after he got
home to England was a new picture of his sailor hero.


ITH crooning lullaby a proud hen tried
To sing to sleep a new-fledged bird;
Alas the youngster was quite deaf, and sighed
To think it could not hear a word.

Then, as to men, kind Science aid supplied;
A speaking-trumpet lent its might;
And soon the song was so intensified
The fledgling started with affright.

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H, let us raise
A song of praise,
On this bright morn of gladness;
And joy's soft ray
Shall chase away
Each look and thought of sadness.
Rejoice! rejoice!
Our hearts are free from anxious care,
Pleasures spring round us everywhere,
And richest gifts we freely share :
Let us rejoice!

Our sky is blue,
Our friends are true,
And all is bright before us;
Hope's gentle star
Beams from afar,
In mildest radiance o'er us;
And gay the strain
That we with grateful hearts would sing
For lovely as the flowers of spring


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Are thoughts which days like this should bring:
Let us rejoice !

Sweet is the chime
Which tells that time
Is softly from us stealing;
And yet it may
Wake by its lay
Some pure and hallowed feeling;
So this glad hour
Should whisper of a Friend on high,
That gracious Friend for ever nigh,
Who bids us on His love rely:
Let us rejoice !

Our youthful hours,
Our ardent powers,
Each gem from life's deep ocean ;
Our precious health,
Our home's sweet wealth,
We ought with glad devotion,
To yield to Him;
For He has died our love to win,
Has ransomed us from death and sin,
And to our hearts would fain come in:
Let us rejoice!


POPSY strayed away from home the other
,. day, and might have come to harm, if
a" Gypsies' hearts were as hard as some people
S suppose them to be.
""-" She slipped out of the house when Nurse's
.- i..- back was turned, and marched off down the
road, her hair all wild, and her little cape and
hat flying in the wind.
F' Popsy knew this was very wrong. She
i --knew that she was never to leave the garden
without Nurse, and never then unless she
," Q ,-'.-
;., .. was clean and tidy ; but this was one of her
naughty days, and she would not try to remember what mamma wished
her to do.
So she walked a little bit up the road, and then turned off into the
grassy fields, and trotted along until at last she came to a great open
place, all surrounded by trees.
And there, in this open place, she saw a great many interesting things.
There was a fire burning, with a kettle hanging over it; there was a very
strange wagon and a kind of a tent; there were horses and mules feed-
ing on the grass; there were dark, oddly-dressed men and women about;


most interesting of all, there were half a dozen children, and a little baby
to be seen.
The people were so different from any she had ever seen, that Popsy
was half afraid ; but she was so curious that she walked straight on down
to the camp.
Now if these people, who were Gypsies, had been bad at heart, some-
thing very sad might have happened to our naughty Popsy. They might
have stolen her pretty locket, and the little ring she wore; or much
worse, they might have hidden her in the camp-wagon, and carried her
away with them that night.
But their hearts were not bad, and what really happened was this.
When the children spied Popsy, they cried out in surprise, and called the
others to look at the little Missy." And the woman with the baby
called her to her, and said, Little girl, how came you here ?"
I came by myself," said Popsy. I've runned away."
"Then you must run back again," said the woman, and she called to
one of the men. Jack," she said, this little girl has run away from
home. This is no place for the likes o' her. Her poor mother will be
worrying; take her home."
Popsy did not like to be sent back like this, but she did not dare say
anything, when Jack took her hand, and bade her come with him. And
so it came to pass that almost before she had been missed, naughty Popsy
was at home again-thanks to the good Gypsies.



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