Front Cover
 Half Title
 Title Page
 Table of Contents
 List of Illustrations
 The christening of the twins
 How Joe lost his supper
 How Joe was lost and Dick...
 Why Dick couldn't read
 "Perhaps it was Dick"
 The twelfth night party
 Where the boys spent their...
 Mr. Smith's mistake
 The twins' hero
 Uncle Edward's prize
 Back Cover

Title: Dick and Joe, or, Two of a kind
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Title: Dick and Joe, or, Two of a kind
Alternate Title: Two of a kind
Physical Description: 138 p. : ill. (some col.) ; 25 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Etheridge, Mary Lee
DeWolfe, Fiske & Co. (Boston, Mass.) ( Publisher )
S.J. Parkhill & Co ( Printer )
Publisher: De Wolfe Fiske & Co.
Place of Publication: Boston
Manufacturer: S.J. Parkhill & Co.
Publication Date: [1893?]
Subject: Christian life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Twins -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Family -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Uncles -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Baptism -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Christmas -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Family stories -- 1893   ( local )
Bldn -- 1893
Genre: Family stories   ( local )
novel   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: United States -- Massachusetts -- Boston
Statement of Responsibility: by Mary Lee Etheridge.
General Note: Frontispiece printed in colors.
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Page 1
        Page 2
    Half Title
        Page 3
        Page 4
    Title Page
        Page 5
        Page 6
        Page 7
        Page 8
    Table of Contents
        Page 9
        Page 10
    List of Illustrations
        Page 11
        Page 12
    The christening of the twins
        Page 13
        Page 14
        Page 15
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    How Joe lost his supper
        Page 23
        Page 24
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        Page 26
        Page 27
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        Page 29
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    How Joe was lost and Dick was found
        Page 31
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        Page 43
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        Page 45
        Page 46
    Why Dick couldn't read
        Page 47
        Page 48
        Page 49
        Page 50
        Page 51
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    "Perhaps it was Dick"
        Page 61
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    The twelfth night party
        Page 69
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    Where the boys spent their vacation
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    Mr. Smith's mistake
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        Page 100
        Page 101
        Page 102
    The twins' hero
        Page 103
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    Uncle Edward's prize
        Page 123
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    Back Cover
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Liile wanderer from the skies
Who came Ascension Day,
Bessie of the dark gray eyes,
Who came to us in Afay,

Ve send to you some little twins;
None know then but their mother;
For one twin looks exactly like
The other twin, his brother.

The name of one you'll find is Joe ;
Dick we shall call his brother.
Alas! their names are not much use;
We can't tell one from t 'other.

But, Bessie of the dark gray eyes,
TVe think that you will know,
And very soon, indeed, find out
That Dick is not like Joe.








TwINS always make a sensation everywhere. The Lane
twins were no exception to the rule. And this was a great day
even for a pair of twins. They were to be christened this day.
How this came about, we must go back a little, in order to make
it clear to our little readers.
Mr. and Mrs. Lane, the father and mother of the twins,
belonged to the Episcopal Church; and the clergyman who had
married them had bbeen a friend of their respective families for a
long while before Mr. Lane and his wife were married. Since
their marriage this clergyman had been made a bishop ; and as
he was to come to the town where the twins were, for the pur-
pose of Confirmation, Mr. and Mrs. Lane thought they might
possibly arrange the christening so that he could perform it.
Easter came very late that year; but it was all very well,
because it was hoped that the weather would be settled by the
time that the bishop thought his engagements would allow of
his coming to Mrs. Lane's for the christening.
It is usually a very delightful thing for the owners of twins to
complain that- they cannot tell one from the other, but in this


instance Mrs. Lane had got a little uncomfortable about the
It was so very perfect, that once or twice the wrong baby had
been taken up for some nursery arrangement; and once the same
baby had been carried down-stairs twice, or Mrs. Lane thought
so, which made her feel as if she did not know how to distin-
guish her own children from each other.
After Mrs. Lane's nurse went away there were two very good
young women hired as nurses for the twins.
It happened, oddly enough, the girls were the daughters of a
woman who was a twin; but the girls were not twins them-
selves: one was five years older than the other, and was the
one who took the control in the nursery.
The twins were to be named for Mr. Lane's uncles, who had
been twins themselves, Joseph and Richard.
"It does not matter how the names are given," said Mr.
No," said Mrs. Lane, not till after they are christened."
Oh," said her husband, "you can tell them apart now, and
of course you will be able to tell then."
Yes," said Mrs. Lane doubtfully, of course I can tell my
own children apart."
Mr. Lane knew how his wife felt, and he turned away to con-
ceal a smile, at the very uncertain tone of her voice.
When the day for the christening came, the bishop was on
the ground ready for the ceremony, and the day was everything
that could be wished. They were rather anxious to get to the


church as soon as possible, because they'hoped, very vainly, that
every one in the little country town did not know that their
twins were to be christened, and they hoped there would be a
small congregation present, fearing much that the babies might
cry, and thinking if they got to the church promptly it might be
over before all who intended to come to church got there.
As they were getting ready Mr. Lane came in, and said that
the nursery clock was fifteen minutes too slow. This was terri-
ble. And then something had happened to the younger nurse,
Nora, that had almost upset her.
The caps and the christening dresses were trimmed with some
literally priceless lace that the uncles had had made for the
babies' dresses; and in her haste Nora had torn it in two places,
because it caught on a little pin which she wore. They were
very bad rents, and could never be mended without their
She little thought how glad every one would be by and by of
the mishap
She knew it was Joe she was dressing, but she was too
frightened even to tell her sister, of whom she stood in consider-
able awe; and she kept thinking what she could do all the time
she was preparing for church, entertaining some wild scheme
of saving up all her wages to replace it, or something of the
sort. Of course after the mistake in the nursery clock was dis-
covered there was nothing but hurry and confusion; and when
they got into the carriage, Mrs. Lane discovered to her horror
that the distinguishing ribbon had not been tied on.


0 ma'am," said the elder nurse, Annie, "don't you be
troubled; I can't make a mistake about the children. Nora
always takes Dick, and I take Joe."
But, alas! on this morning Nora had been very careful to take
Joe, in order to conceal so long as possible the torn lace.
Now, indeed,, trouble was beginning. Nora began to
Then Mr. Lane said, And which is to be christened first ?
Joe, I suppose, as Annie is the head nurse," he added,
Nora felt as if she should faint away.
I't makes you feel sick to ride backwards, Nora," said Mrs.
Lane. Change places," she added, knowing that Nora was very
shy, and averse to making trouble. But it was not the riding
backwards. It seemed to Nora that if everything only could
go backwards, instead of forwards, she should be only too
The only way out of the difficulty that presented itself to her
was, that when the christening began, she should put her baby,
who was most certainly Joe, into Mr. Lane's arms first.
But then how could she do it?
Annie was very particular as to the head nurse always going
first, and Nora was no match for her sister in persistency of
character or self-assertion., Shivering with terror, she had her
place assigned to her a little behind her sister.
When the awful moment came for Mr. Lane to present the
first baby for baptism, the one fear of Nora conquered the other,




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and she pressed forwards, and put her baby, Joe, into his father's
"Nora!" said Annie, but Nora was past being afraid of
0 Mr. Lane," said she, please take my baby !- It is Joe!
it is Joe "
Poor Mr. Lane, who was not absolutely happy in his present
position, began to look bewildered. The bishop was waiting.
"Take him take him said Nora in an agony. "It is
Joe! It is Joe!"
Mr. Lane took him, thinking to himself that if he lived
through this hour he should live forever.
Mrs. Lane had caught something of what was going on; and
Mr. Lane seeing this marched oh like a man leading a forlorn
hope, and put his burden into the bishop's arms. He managed
to get out the word "Joseph with tolerable distinctness, and
the bishop was'accustomed to the family names.
Then he went back for Dick. He could not make any mistake
now. There were but two of them, Heaven be praised! thought
Mr. Lane.
Nora," said Annie, I won't say a word to you till we get
home, and then silence was more expressive than words.
But it was Joe," said Nora, hardly able to speak, for now
the torn lace was uppermost.
The christeningwas over, and they were back in the carriage.
"And now," said Mrs. Lane, what was the trouble, just as
Mr. Lane went to, get Joe ?"


0 ma'am," said Nora, don't be angry with me--it was
Joe, and Annie did not know she had Dick, because there is a
tear- indeed, there are two tears." said Nora in a low voice of
horror, in Joe's lace; and I took him because I was afraid she
would find it out. I caught the lace in my breast-pin in my
hurry this morning, and I don't want any wages ever again -
take them all to pay for the lace and take everything else I
have got too," sobbed Nora. I know nothing will pay for
such lace as that! "
"Not pay for the lace! It is the luckiest thing that ever
happened--the ribbons were forgotten, and even their own
mother did not know them," cried Mr. Lane. "We will never
have the lace mended, and I'll have the boys branded like lambs
before to-morrow night! Stop crying, Nora! 'All's well that
ends well.'"




As Dick and. Joe grew older, it seemed as if the likeness grew
stronger and stronger; but as they grew old enough to develop
some distinctive character, one could see that in that respect
there would be a vast difference between then.
While Dick was very impatient, not being willing to wait a
moment for anything that he wanted, Joe'was such a patient
little fellow, aways allowing Dick to be attended to first, that
their mother felt as if.sometimes he was almost imposed upon.
Perhaps it was this difference in their dispositions that hade
their-mother able to distinguish them, although she always de-
clared that there was some difference in their looks. She always
maintained that the dimple in Joe's cheek was deeper than in
Dick's; but nobody but Mamma Lane had ever been able to see
Once Papa Lane had given two good-night kisses to Dick,
and none at all to Joe. If this had happened to Dick, you may
be sure there would have been a great fuss, until mamma came
to the rescue, and righted matters, as she generally did ; for al-
though when they were very young Mrs. Lane had been a little
at fault sometimes, now they were older it did not happen.


One night when the twins were about twenty months old,
their mother was giving them their suppers out of their pretty
china bowls. They had each had a beautiful bread-and-milk set
sent to them for a Christmas present, and every night at five
o'clock they had their suppers given to them.
Nora, the nurse, whose decision had been so very important
at the christening, had married; and as the children had got
larger, Mrs. Lane thought that she and Annie could manage
without a second nurse.
But Annie had to go out sometimes, and it happened that this
afternoon she had gone out to see Nora in her new home. By
consequence, on this particular night Mrs. Lane had her
babies all to herself, and was obliged to attend to both of
Dick often got his supper first, when there was but one person
to give the children their bread and milk; for he always seemed
so much hungrier than his brother, and was besides so cross
when he was hungry, that he got his own way a good deal more
than was good for him.
Mamma was just preparing to give Joe his bread and milk,
when the door-bell rang very loudly, and, before any one could
by any chance get to the door to open it, it was rung again still
more violently.
Mrs. Lane rushed out into the hall, and there found a mes-
senger, who had been sent to beg her to come with all haste to
Grandma Lane, for the latter had met with a very bad accident.
Grandma Lane was quite old, and lame from rheumatism, and, in


attempting to come down-stairs, had slipped, and fallen nearly
the whole flight.
Mrs. Lane in her haste to go to old Mrs. Lane had almost
forgotten she had not given Joe his supper. You may be sure
Dick would not have allowed her to forget his supper.
It will never do for me to stay to give Joe his bread and milk,"
thought Mrs. Lane, so I think I will ask Aunt Mary to come
and stay with them till I come back; and if she cannot stay so
long, she can send down for Annie to come home. It is not far
to Nora's."
Then Mrs. Lane remembered that Aunt Mary, like every one
else, could not tell one twin from the other; and so running to
her bureau drawer, she took out a piece of blue ribbon and tied
it round Joe's fat little wrist, and then ran into the next house,
where her sister lived, to explain to her why she had been called
away so suddenly, and telling her what she wanted her to do.
Yes, indeed," said Aunt Mary ; "I shall be delighted to come
and stay with the children; but as to giving Joe his supper, you
know that I can never tell the boys apart, and how shall I know
which is Joe ?"
I have provided for that," said Mrs. Lane hurriedly, and have
tied a piece of blue ribbon round Joe's wrist, so that you cannot
possibly make any mistake. And if you get tired of staying,"
she added as she went out of the door,'" send for Annie; she is
at Nora's "
Now, Mrs. Lane had not left the children alone for more than
four or five minutes; but in those few minutes Joe had managed


to untie the ribbon, which, in her great haste, his mother had
failed to fasten very securely, and had thrown it down on the
floor. Dick had picked it up, and, when Aunt Mary appeared
on the scene, Dick was twisting it round his own wrist.
Of course Aunt Mary thought this must be Joe, because there
was the blue ribbon; and seeing that it was untied, she supposed
of course that he had done it himself; and congratulating her-
self with the thought that she had got there before he had suc-
ceeded in getting it off entirely, she tied it on, and taking him up
in her lap proceeded to give Dick his second supper.
To be sure, he did not seem very hungry when she asked
him if he did not want it; but she did not pay much attention to
that, and after considerable .coaxing she induced him to swallow
a tolerable portion of Joe's bread and milk.
But now poor little Joe, who had been sitting on the floor
watching his supper disappear down Dick's throat, burst into
Dear me;" said Aunt Mary, I thought you never cried. I
think .you must be tired and sleepy." So she undressed the
children as quickly as possible, and soon had them asleep in
their respective cribs.
After ten o'clock that night, when Mrs. Lane got home, she
found her sister waiting for her.
"And how did you get along with the children ? said she.
Oh, very well," said Aunt Mary; but it was fortunate I came
in when I did, for Joe had almost got his ribbon off his wrist.
As it was, he did not seem very hungry I had to urge him to


You don't think you could have mistaken one child for the
other, and given one two suppers ?" said Mrs. Lane.
Oh, no," said her sister; the ribbon was still wound round
his wrist, but it had got untied."
Then Mrs. Lane went to look at her babies. There they were
indeed fast asleep ; but, alas! the blue ribbon that should have
been round Joe's wrist was tied this time very securely round
Dick's. Mrs. Lane told Aunt Mary of the discovery she had
made, and then the latter found for the first time that she had
given Dick two suppers, and Joe none at all. I don't think,
however, the little fellow could have been very uncomfortable,
for he slept all night, though they do say he ate an uncommonly
hearty breakfast the next morning.



ABOUT a mile's ride from the boys' home, and in a large city,
lived Grandma Westcott and Aunt Fanny Westcott.
It was a red-letter day in the children's lives when they spent
it at grandma's house. Such a delightful time as they had!
and so many beautiful toys to play with some of them the very
ones that mamma herself had played with when she was a little
girl. There was great rejoicing, therefore, when a special invita-
tion came for them to spend their third birthday with Aunt
Their father was to take them with him when. he went to his
business in the morning, and to call for them on his way home
from his office at night.
It seemed to the children as if their birthday would never
come; but come it did at last, and a lovely, bright summer day
it was. They chattered so much at breakfast that their mamma
had a hard time to make them eat a mouthful, and they wanted
to have their little coats put on long before their papa had fin-
ished reading his morning paper. At last it was time to set out.
It was but a few minutes to the station; and there was the engine


puffing and snorting like a great black monster, and just waiting
long enough for the children to find seats in the car before it
was off again.
How fast they flew along and the queerest part of it was
that the fences and trees all looked as if they were moving in-
stead of the cars. There was so much to see, that before they
knew it they were at the end of their journey, and then a short
horse-car ride brought them to Grandma -Westcott's house.
And there was grandma and Aunt Fanny watching for them.
How glad they were to see them!
So soon as their coats and hats were taken off they wanted to
go up-stairs to the old nursery where mamma and Aunt Fanny
had played so long ago.
There were all the toys, just as Dick and Joe had left them
the last time they were there. They both wanted to ride the
rocking-horse at once, but finally Aunt Fanny persuaded them
to take turns.
What with the building-blocks and picture-books and tin
carts and horses, before they were aware of it, it was their din-
ner-time, and then what a delightful surprise they found await-
ing them when they got to the table!
Right in front of Dick's plate was a little round cake, all beau-
tifully frosted, with his name and age on it; and Joe had a sim-
ilar one, marked with his name.
After dinner Aunt Fanny remembered that she had a little
shopping to do, and told grandma she thought she would take
the boys with her.


But grandma vetoed this plan immediately, saying she thought
the streets and shops were so crowded, that it would be as much
as she could do to attend to her shopping, without having the
care of two such little children.
I am afraid," said grandma, they might get separated from
you in the crowd."
Well, then," said Aunt Fanny, suppose I take one of them.
The last time the children were here I took Dick out with me
on an errand, and I promised Joe he should go the next time. I
will keep hold of his hand all the time, and I do not see how
anything can happen to him, for I am only going into one shop."
"Well," said grandma, I don't know that there can either.
I suppose you will not be gone very long."
Oh, no," said Aunt Fanny; not more than an hour at the
utmost." And so after a somewhat reluctant consent from
grandma, Aunt Fanny and Joe started.
A ten or fifteen minutes' ride in the horse-car brought
them to the shop where Aunt Fanny was to match her trim-
ming; and when she got there she could not help feeling glad
that she did not have but one of the children with her, for the
shops and the streets were in a terribly crowded condition -
this was the first pleasant day after some days of dull, rainy
weather, and it seemed as if every one had taken advantage of
She kept tight hold of Joe's little hand, and at last managed
to push her way up to the counter. She selected a piece of
trimming that she thought would answer her purpose, but, the


shop being rather dark, hardly liked to buy it without taking it
to the door, where she could see it in a stronger light. She
only hesitated about doing it because it was such hard work
dragging Joe back and forth through the crowd again.
Just at that moment, very opportunely as Aunt Fanny
thought, a woman got up from the stool upon which she had
been sitting; and Aunt Fanny, lifting Joe onto the vacant seat,
told him to sit there while she went to the door.
I sha'n't be gone but a moment," said she; now, don't you
move till I come back."
If Joe had obeyed there would have been no trouble; but
the instant she turned away from him, he began to feel fright-
ened, seeing so many strange faces, and slipped down from the
high stool, and tried to run after her.
In his confusion he followed a strange woman, whose. dress
was like his aunt's; and as this person went out into the street,
Joe went too, running after her as fast as possible, to try and
get hold of her hand or her gown ; finally she turned the corner
of a street, and he lost sight of her, and _poor little Joe stood
bewildered and confused. He was completely lost, and in a
strange city.
Aunt Fanny came back as she had promised in a few minutes,
but there was no trace of Joe. She was really quite beside
herself, and ran from one part of the shop to the other,
describing the lost child, and asking every one if they had seen
It did not seem possible to her that in the short time he had


been left alone he could have got out of the shop, and she felt
sure she must find him in some part of it.
After a useless search, however, she was obliged to give up
this hope, and went out into the street, eagerly scanning every
childish form she saw.
Here she met with no better success, and, upon telling a
policeman, was advised to go to the nearest station-house, and
there give notice of the child's loss.
"And don't you feel so frightened," said the officer; "you
have no idea how many children are lost every day, and I hardly
ever heard of a case where their parents did not find them
again. You'll have him back again, safe and sound before
many hours."
Off rushed Aunt Fanny to the station-house, and gave a
minute description of Joe, and added to it the number and
street of his father's office in the city, and also the number
and street of his grandfather's residence in the suburban town.
The officer assured her that so soon as there was any.news she
should be notified, and that the various patrolmen should be
warned to keep a lookout on their various beats for any child
answering to the description of her little nephew.
Still Aunt Fanny could not bear to go home with such sad
news, and went back to the street on which Joe had disappeared,
in the forlorn hope of seeing him.
After Aunt Fanny and Joe had gone, Dick had looked a little
lonely; but grandma showed him such beautiful pictures, and
told him such beautiful stories, that the first half-hour slipped


away quite rapidly. Then Dick began to grow tired and impa-
tient; .and when over an hour had passed, grandma herself began
to grow uneasy, and to stand at the window watching eagerly.
And to add to her discomfort, Dick began to cry and to say that
he wanted to see Joe.
So you shall," said grandma, at the same time saying to
herself, How foolish I am to feel so anxious about nothing!
Fanny has had more difficulty than she expected in matching
her trimming, and I dare say is on her way home down the
street this minute. Dick," said she aloud, how should you
like to go out with Lena and meet Joe and Aunt Fanny? "
Lena was a very good, respectable German girl employed as
seamstress in Grandma Westcott's family. She had been in this
country but a few months, and consequently spoke but a very
little English.
Dick thought he should like this very much, and immediately
dried his tears. So Lena received careful directions to take
Dick as far as the head of the street, and then, if she did not
meet Joe and Aunt Fanny, she might take Dick to walk in a
neighboring park. "And," said grandma, "you might take him
to see the swans. Put a piece of bread in your pocket; it will
amuse him to feed them. But don't stay but a little while."
Grandma had just settled down to her sewing when the door-
bell rang. Ah," thought she, there comes Fanny and Joe now."
And in a moment the door opened, and there was Fanny look-
ing very pale and anxious, but where was Joe?
And then poor Aunt Fanny had to tell the whole sad tale.


Did not you meet Dick with Lena?" asked grandma.
No," said Aunt Fanny, I must have just missed them; but
there is no cause to worry about them."
Alas Aunt Fanny knew not what was in store for her. She
was quite correct in supposing that Lena and Dick had just
missed her. They passed the head of the street just about five
minutes before she came along, and then Lena, according to her
directions, had taken Dick into the park, and then to the pond,
where the swans were swimming about and arching their long,
graceful necks.
He had fed them with the bread, and when it was all gone
Lena thought it was time to go home; but Dick thought other-
wise, and, no matter how much she coaxed him to do so, he
would not stir.
Finally, finding that coaxing was of no use, she took hold of
his hand, and attempted to pull him along, and then Dick had
one of his naughty, obstinate fits. He began to scream and to
hold on to one of the benches.
You may remember that when Aunt Fanny saw the officer at
the station-house, he had told her that the case would be
reported at the different stations in the city, the policemen
would be told to watch for a child answering to the description
that had been given of Joe.
Accordingly, when a policeman who was crossing the park,
being attracted by Dick's loud cries, came to see what was the
matter, and found a little boy answering in every particular to
the lost child, he naturally thought he must be the one for


whom he had been told to look, and that the woman who was
pulling him along must be trying to steal him, probably in the
hope of a reward when she should deliver him up.
He put his hand on Lena's shoulder, and asked her what she
was doing with the boy, and where she had found him.
Now, Lena could speak but a few words of English, and, being
very much confused and startled, was quite, unable to make
the man understand one word she said. He had asked Dick
his name and where he lived; but, as the little fellow did not
talk very plainly, he was not able to understand him much
I think," said the officer, who thought that Lena was pretend-
ing that she could not speak English, that you will have to
come to the station-house along with me, and when you get
there, perhaps you will be able to tell us a straight story."
And poor Lena, crying bitterly, was marched through the
streets, the policeman leading Dick by the hand.
Upon reaching the station, the captain was not able to get
anything more out of Lena. She either could not or would not
speak English.
I don't know," said the police captain, what to make of it
all. The girl looks very respectable, but the child is undoubtedly
the one who was lost a few hours ago. I will telephone to his
father, and see if he can identify him."
Mr. Lane happened to be out when the telephone bell rang,
and the office boy was surprised to receive the following
message: -

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"Please call at Station No. 9. We think we have found your missing boy.
Have the woman in custody who was carrying him off."
The boy answered that Mr. Lane had gone out, would not be
back for an hour. Before the hour was over the telephone bell
rang again, this time with a message for Mr. Lane from Station
No. 16, telling him that they had found his boy, who had been
reported as missing, and would he please call and identify
When Mr. Lane entered his office a short time after, the boy
met him with a very strange story.
Call a carriage as quickly as possible," said Mr. Lane. I
left the children this morning at their grandmother's, and how
one can be at No. 9 Station, and the other at No. 16, is more
than I can understand."
Telling the man to drive as quickly as possible to Station 16,
Mr. Lane determined that never again should those children
go away without their mother.
All this time Aunt Fanny and grandma had been watching
anxiously for some news of Joe, and now they were beginning
to feel very much disturbed about Dick.
He had been gone more than an hour, and Lena had received
explicit directions not to keep him out but a little while. Could
he have got lost too ?
I don't see how it can be possible for anything to happen
to him," said Aunt Fanny. Why, Lena is in the habit of
going every day for a walk in the park, after her sewing is


In the midst of this conversation Mr. Westcott, Aunt Fanny's
father, came home; and I can assure you he looked grave
enough when he heard the sad news.
I think," said he, I had best take a carriage and drive
round to the different police stations; and if we were to offer a
reward, it might make the police work a little harder to find
Just as the carriage drove up to the door the telephone bell
rang in Mr. Wescott's library.
"The captain at Station 16 would like to talk with some of
the family."
The communication went on to say that a little fellow answer-
ing Joe's description had just been brought in with a woman
accompanying him, who seemed to be an entire stranger. The
captain said that he had already sent for Mr. Lane, but that he
was away from his office, and he had thought it best not to
Shortly after this, two carriages might have been seen driving
up to Station 16, from opposite directions, with a good deal of
Out of one got Mr. Lane, and out of the other got Mr. West-
And what does this mean ? said Mr. Lane.
"I will explain," said Mr. Westcott, "in one moment-let
us look at the boy first."
Upon opening the door of the captain's office, the first thing
they saw was Joe, sound asleep on a bed made of some coats.,


and looking rather dirty and dusty. The little fellow had walked
farther than it would have seemed possible for so small a child,
and had been found in a side street, crying, by the woman who
had brought him to this station.
Well," said Mr. Lane, when he had heard the story, I sup-
pose Dick is safe enough at home."
Oh, yes, I think so, by this time," answered Mr. Westcott.
What do you mean by this time? said Mr. Lane.
Then it was explained to him that Dick had gone for a little
walk with Lena, and that as he had stayed a little longer than
Grandma Westcott had expected, she was beginning to feel a
little anxious about him. But," continued Mr. Westcott, I
don't think there is any occasion for it."
I don't know about that," replied Mr. Lane.; perhaps that
accounts for the message I received from the other station. We
had best drive there immediately."
Imagine Captain Prescott's surprise when he saw Mr. Westcott
and Mr. Lane walking into his office with a little boy, the exact
counterpart of the one he had already.
But I don't think he was any more surprised than they were,
to see poor Lena sitting there the picture of woe, and Dick
sitting in a high office chair, with his short legs dangling down.
A full explanation followed.
"Well, gentlemen," said Captain Prescott, I am very sorry to
have caused you so much trouble; but I think, after all, it was a
very natural mistake, and if this woman had really been trying
to steal your boy, and we had not arrested her, I am afraid we


should have heard a great deal in the newspapers about the
negligence of the police."
When the little boys got home that night, there was a great
deal more to tell mamma than any one had expected in the
morning; and though the twins may forget how they spent their
third birthday, I don't think their Aunt Fanny ever will.



WHEN Dick and Joe were between five and six years old
their mother had a very long and dangerous illness ; and, when
she began to get well enough to do so, it was decided that she
should join a party of her friends who were going to Europe.
Now, as she had.never before left her little boys since they
were born, you can imagine that she felt a good deal of anxiety
about doing so.
To be sure, Grandmamma Lane would come and stay with
them while she was away; but grandma was getting too old to
have the care of two such active little fellows. And so, after think-
ing the matter over for some time, she decided that the best
thing she could do was to send the children to school; and
then, at all events, their grandmother would feel sure where they
were a large part of the day. When Mrs. Lane told the boys
they were to go to school, they took an entirely different view
of the thing.
Joe thought.he should like it very much, and then he should be
able to read for himself all the pretty books he had sent to him
at Christmas; but Dick declared that he did not want to go, and,


what was more, he wouldn't go, and if Joe wanted to go, he had
better go, and when he had learned to read, he could come
home and read to him.
Mrs. Lane tried to explain to Dick how ashamed he would
feel, when he grew up to be a man, if he were so ignorant that
he could not even read, and that in the country where her little
boys had been born, it was an uncommon thing to find a person
who could not both read and write. To which Dick replied, that
he thought that was the very reason why there was no need of
his learning; for if he could not read when he was a man, there
would be plenty of people who could, and that when he grew
up he was going to be a doctor, and drive round all day in a
carriage, as he saw Dr. Clark doing.
Mrs. Lane knew that her little boy was talking very foolishly,
and just now was too cross to be reasoned with; so she let the
matter drop for the present, but the next morning, after break-
fast, told the children to get their hats, and come out with
Ten minutes' walk brought them to a small wooden building,
at the door of which Mrs. Lane knocked. It was opened by a
pleasant-faced young woman, who replied to Mrs. Lane's ques-
tion that she was the teacher.
And," pursued Mrs. Lane, can you find room for these two
little boys ?"
Dick and Joe thought her eyes looked as if they said no,"
while her tongue said yes." I do not wonder, however, that
her eyes and tongue would not quite agree, when she had sixty-


eight boys and girls to teach already. The twins would make
Miss Lamb gave the boys two seats beside each other, and in
the course of the morning explained to them that she had so
many little boys and girls, she could only hear a few read at a
time, and that when she said first division," Dick, with eight or
ten other children, must come to her desk; and that when she
said it was time for the second division to read, Joe and some
other children were to come.
By and by Miss Lamb said, The first division may come up
to my desk to read; and quite a number of little boys and girls
got up out of their seats, but neither of the twins moved.
Come, Dick," said the teacher, it is your turn first, and we
will see how much you can learn to-day."
Miss Lamb drew a large picture of a cat on the blackboard,
and told the children a good deal about it.
At first Dick had been a good deal interested, particularly
while Miss Lamb was drawing the cat, but in a short time his
attention was taken up by what was going on in different parts
of the room; then a little boy who stood beside him kept tread-
ing on his toes, and although he had made an attempt to tell
Miss Lamb about it, she had stopped him by saying that little
boys must not talk in school. Dick thought school must be a
very disagreeable place, if you must submit to having your toes
trodden on, and say nothing about it.
I do not think that, taking all things into consideration, it was
anything very surprising that, when Miss Lamb asked Dick


what she had been saying, he was quite unable to tell her
anything; in fact, she had been obliged to call his name several
times before he realized that she was talking to him at all, and
when he did do so, he was so confused that, when she pointed
to the picture she had drawn and asked him what it was, he
answered before he thought, Muff."
All the children had laughed, and poor Dick had felt very
much mortified. Miss Lamb herself wondered whether her
drawing had been so very bad that the child actually could not
tell what she had intended for a cat from a muff, or whether he
had only said it out of mischief.
If she had only known that the twins had had a large gray
cat to play with from their babyhood, named Muff, and that this
had always been their baby name for the animal! To be sure,
they had about outgrown the habit now, but Dick, being con-
fused, had said it without thinking.
When Dick was told that he might take his seat, he was quite
confirmed in the opinion that he had formed about school, and
made up his mind that if he could help it he would never go to
that teacher's desk to read again.
And now it was Joe's turn to read; but as he really wanted to
learn something, and, moreover, instead of having a naughty
little boy beside him, treading on his toes, he had a pretty little
girl (Joe called her the blue-and-white girl, and said she made
him think of the pretty blue bowl from which he ate his bread
and milk. Little Bessie Winslow had very blue eyes, and
very fair hair and skin, and, as she wore a blue dress and white


apron, I don't know but Joe's name suited her very well), he
listened to what the teacher was talking about, and was really
able to answer a number of questions.
In the afternoon the twins had been allowed to go aboard the
great ocean steamer that was to take their mother so many miles
away from them, and their minds had been so diverted by all
they had seen and heard, that they had thought but very little
about their school.
But the next morning, when grandma was getting them ready,
Dick cried very much and begged to be allowed to stay at home;
and I don't know but that if papa had not been there he might
have succeeded in coaxing her to allow him to do so.
Finding that it was no use saying that he would not go, he at
last allowed his grandmother to dress him; but he said that he
should not get out of his seat all day, and that when Miss Lamb
called him up to her desk he should not go up any more.
Papa, happening to overhear this remark, told him that he
must obey his teacher, and that he hoped he should not hear of
his being a naughty boy, and then,.being very busy reading his
paper, thought no more of the matter.
Their second morning at school the little boys found to be
very much like the first. Miss Lamb called a class of little boys
to read, just as she had done before, but the twins sat still.
Come, Dick," said she.
But Dick had seen the same little boy, and the same picture
of the cat, of which he had grown so tired, and decided to stay
in his seat. Just then an idea entered Joe's little head-why


shouldn't he go, so long as Dick wouldn't? He remembered
that he had rather enjoyed learning to read yesterday. Accord-
ingly he trotted out of his seat.
Now, as I have told you before, nobody but Mamma Lane
could tell these little boys apart, so, as this little boy had
answered to the name of Dick, Miss Lamb thought of course
it was Dick. At the end of 'some ten or fifteen minutes this
little class of children were sent to their seats,,and the class in
which Joe really belonged was called up; and as he had had a
pleasant time, he thought he would try it again, which he did,
Miss Lamb. never suspecting that this was the same little boy
who had read before.
This went on for a number of weeks, Joe reading twice a day,
and Dick not reading at all.
Miss Lamb was so very busy, and had so many children to
take care of, that she never noticed the same seat was always
vacant. A bright little boy who sat near the twins had made
the discovery, however, and had thought he should like to tell
the teacher of it.
But he never could get courage to speak loud enough for her
to hear.
But a sad day was coming for poor Dick. There had been a
bad snow-storm the night before, and in some places- the drifts
were very high, so that when Dick and Joe arrived at school
they found but four children there, so few, in fact, that Miss
Lamb said that all the children might read together in one class,
and that she would see which one could read the best. Miss


Lamb told all the children they might stand beside their chairs,
and of course there was nothing for Dick to do but to stand
with the rest.
Joe read quite fluently some little sentences that were written
and printed on the blackboard, and then it was Dick's turn.
But, alas! as you may suppose, he was unable to read a word,
and refused to open his mouth.
Why, what is the matter with you?" said Miss Lamb.
Don't you know the words ?"
Dick shook his head, and began to cry. Miss Lamb was
very much puzzled. She could not believe but that the child
could read if he would, and, thinking he must have been taken
suddenly ill, asked him if this was the case, and if he would like
to go home. Dick, not knowing what else to say, nodded his
head. So kind Miss Lamb told him that he might do so, and
that Joe might go with him.
I think perhaps grandma was quite as much puzzled as Miss
Lamb when she saw the children.
Dick did not appear to be very ill; to be sure, he said his
head ached a little, and he seemed to be very warm, but that was
because he had run so hard coming home; he had a very good
appetite for his luncheon, also; but, thinking that he might have
taken a little cold in the snow, she gave him some medicine, and
was quite relieved to find him all right in the morning, and
quite able to go to school.
It being a very bright, pleasant day, everything went on as
usual, Joe reading when it was Dick's turn to do so.


I do not think these little boys meant to do so very wrong.
They were but five years old, and, although they had been taught
that it was very wicked to tell a lie, they were a little too young
to understand that it is just as wicked to act one. Joe liked to
read, and Dick didn't; and as to deceiving Miss Lamb, and as
to one being mistaken for the other, the children were so accus-
tomed to that, they did not connect it with the idea of deception.
It was not their fault: they had nothing to do with it; sometimes
the mistake was explained, sometimes it was not.
Mrs. Lane had now been gone some months, and the children
were beginning to count the days until her return. Great, there-
fore, was their joy, upon returning from school one day, to find
her at the gate waiting for them.
I can't begin to tell -you how much the boys had to tell their
mother, and how much she had to tell them, but I do know that
they were never so happy in all their little lives; and as to
mamma, she wondered how she had been able to leave them for
so long, and thought she would never do it again.
The boys were rather unwilling to leave their mother and go
to school the next morning, until she had promised to come and
meet them, and they could all walk home together.
The morning seemed very long to the children; and, just as
they were beginning to.think it would never end, they heard a
knock at the door, and there stood Mamma Lane.
Miss Lamb and their mother seemed to have a great deal to
talk about, and then by and by the children heard their teacher
say, as if in answer to a question from their mother, "No, I


don't find any difference between them; I think one seems to
read quite as well as the other, but perhaps you would like to
hear them, and judge for yourself." And so calling the children
to her desk, she put into their hands some slips of paper with
short sentences printed on them.
Now, Dick," said Miss Lamb, let your mother see how
much you have learned since she has been away."
But of course Dick could not read a word. After waiting a
moment, Miss Lamb said, -
Well, suppose we let Joe try first, and then you may read
Joe read two or three lines quite fluently, and then Miss Lamb
told Dick to try again; but by this time Dick was sobbing very
I can't think what ails him," said Miss Lamb; he can read
as well as Joe." Of course she thought he could.
Did he ever act so before? asked Mrs. Lane.
"No,,indeed," said Miss Lamb; and then she happened to
remember th/ t once before; but he had said that he did not feel
well, and she had let him go home.
Don't you feel well now, Dick ?" said Mrs. Lane; and Dick,
who had never told his mother a lie in his life, was obliged to
say that he did.
Then why don't you read ?" said his mother.
Because I can't," said Dick, and here his sobs prevented
him from saying any more.
Mrs. Lane, seeing that something was wrong evidently, told


Miss Lamb that she would take the little boys home with her,
as she thought she could find out what the trouble was better
when she had them alone with her.
When Mrs. Lane got home she took Dick in her lap, and told
him he must tell her why he could not read.
Because I can't," said Dick.
And why can't you? asked mamma.
Because I don't get up when she calls me," sobbed Dick.
You don't get up when she calls you ? echoed Mamma, and
what has that got to do with learning to read ?"
Then Dick explained, as well as his tears would allow him,
what Miss Lamb's method of arranging her classes was; And,"
added Joe, Dick did not like to go to Miss Lamb's desk, but I
did, so I went all the time; but I thought she didn't care: she
never said anything."
Mrs. Lane could scarcely keep from smiling. No wonder
Miss Lamb had never said anything. She had never suspected
that it was the same little boy reading to her all the time.
However, the little boys' mother looked very grave when she
tried to make them understand what they had done, and how
much time Dick had wasted.
The next morning when Mrs. Lane was dressing the children
for school, she went to her bureau drawer, and took from it a
yellow and a red ribbon.
The yellow one she tied in the button-hole of Dick's little
jacket, and the red one in Joe's jacket; and then she told the
children she was going to walk to school with them, as she
wanted to see their teacher again.


Miss Lamb was a good deal surprised when Mrs. Lane ex-
plained to her why Dick couldn't read, and promised to be
careful in future that the little boy with the yellow ribbon read
as often as the little boy with the red ribbon. Dick promised,
himself, that he would read whenever his class was called, even
if his mother should forget to tie on the yellow ribbon; and as
he was really sorry for the time he had lost, and tried very hard
to learn, before long he knew a good many little words, and
Miss Lamb tells him, if he keeps on trying he will in time be
one of her best readers.



A SHORT distance from the house where Joe and Dick Lane
lived, was a very pretty little cottage that had been vacant for
some months.
The twins were obliged to pass it on their way to arid from
school. There was a nice asphalt walk leading up to the door,
and a broad piazza on one side of the house, and it had been a
great delight to the children of the neighborhood to stop there
and play a little while; the walk and the piazza making a most
charming place to bounce a ball on.
Of course, so long as nobody lived in the house, there was no
one to interfere with them, and the little people had about made
up their minds that it was public property.
One day Dick was coming home from school alone, a rather
unusual proceeding, as it was very uncommon to see one twin
without the other.
The house looking very pleasant in the warm spring sun-
shine, he concluded to stop and play. He had amused himself
for some time by racing across the piazza, and now he was
beginning to bounce his ball against the house, when the door
opened, and a woman appeared.


Dick was speechless with surprise, and stood as still as if he
had been turned into stone. Never had it entered into his little
head that by any possible chance people could live in that
Now," said the woman quite sharply, who told you that
you might come in here and play, little boy ? I never saw such
a place for boys. I should think I had driven a dozen out of
the yard, and I only moved in here this morning. The next
thing I know you will be breaking the windows with your ball.
I declare, I have a great mind to take it away from you !"
Now the ball was a new one. Mr. Lane had brought two
home the night before, one for each of the boys, and, of course,
they were exactly alike. The threat of taking away his ball
caused poor little Dick to burst into bitter tears.
Mrs. Welles, who really was not so cross as her manner
implied, and seeing, besides, what' a very little fellow Dick was,
told him that she would not take it away from him this time, if
he would promise never to come in the yard again. And Dick,
scarcely waiting to give his promise, but finding that he was to
be allowed to go scot-free, scampered down the steps, and out
of the yard, as fast as his short fat legs would carry him, feeling
that he had escaped a great danger.
I do not think more than ten minutes had passed, when Mrs.
Welles heard the same noise against the side of the house
which had brought her to the door before, only this time it was
accompanied by what sounded like the crashing of glass.
On opening the door that led to the piazza, what was her


surprise to find, as she thought, the same little boy she had
just sent out of the yard.
You naughty boy," said Mrs. Welles, whose patience was
now quite gone, see what you have done You just promised
that you would never come into the yard again, if I would let
you keep your ball, and now you have broken my window
with it!"
Joe stared. I suppose my little readers have guessed by this
time that it was Joe who was the transgressor.
Don't you remember what you told me ?" said Mrs. Welles.
Joe shook his head.
"You couldn't have forgotten," said she; it is not more than
ten minutes ago that you were in here."
I was not in here ten minutes ago," said Joe.
Do you mean to tell me that you are not the same little boy
I sent off the piazza?"
Perhaps it was Dick," returned Joe.
You are a very naughty little boy," said Mrs. Welles, who
thought the child was deceiving her; I know you very well,
and besides there is the same ball in your hand. This time I
shall take away your ball. And I am going to take you into
the house, while I put on my shawl and bonnet, and go out with
you to find out who you are, and then I shall take you home to
your mother, and tell her how much mischief you have done."
Accordingly, Joe was marched into the house, and told to sit
in a chair in the parlor, while Mrs. Welles hurried up-stairs to get
ready to go out.


There was a large hall window on the front of the house, which
she was obliged to pass on her way to her room, and out of
which she happened to glance, when what was her surprise to
see what she supposed to be the same boy whom she had shut
up in the lower room, walking along the sidewalk, and very
contentedly bouncing his ball. I declare," said Mrs. Welles,
" if the little rogue has not run away! and down-stairs she
started, in the vain hope of catching him. She was within a few
feet of the little fellow, when, hearing her hurried footsteps, he
turned round, and immediately recognizing his enemy, and
imagining that she had changed her mind with regard to his
ball, concluded that discretion was the better part of valor, and
took to his heels then and there.
Mrs. Welles, being very fat, and not at all accustomed to run-
ning, seeing at once itwould be useless attempting to chase him,
turned back into the house again; and although she felt vexed,
still she could not help smiling when she remembered what a
funny expression had come over the child's face when he turned
round and saw who was behind him.
What was Mrs. Welles's amazement, upon opening her parlor
door, to find the little boy sitting in the chair exactly as she had
left him.
Have I lost my senses ?" said she, "or," she went on, rubbing
her eyes, am I awake or asleep ? I certainly left you a minute
ago running down the street! Are there two of you ? "
And then, remembering what the child had said, Perhaps it
was Dick," she was a good deal amused when Joe explained


that he had a brother who looked just like him, and that only
mamma could tell them apart.
Nevertheless," said Mrs. Welles, I think that I will go
home with you, as I intended to do, and find out the whole
A short walk brought them to Mrs. Lane's house, and then an
explanation followed, over which there was a great deal of
It appeared that when Joe did not come to luncheon, his
mother had sent Dick to look for him, which accounted for Mrs.
Welle's thinking that she saw the same little boy she had left in
the parlor, out on the sidewalk.
Mrs. Welles almost forgot to say anything about the broken
window. She had thought at first that the same little boy had
come back on purpose to break her window, because she had
forbidden his playing in the yard. But when she found it was
an accident, of course she felt very differently about it.
Mrs. Welles and the twins became famous friends after this;
and many a morning when Dick and Joe were trotting along to
school would they find their kind friend waiting at the gate for
them, with a nice cake that she had baked expressly for their



DICK and Joe had got old enough to go to parties- they were
eight years old.
It seemed as if the likeness between them, instead of decreas-
ing, had grown stronger. They really looked more alike now, if
possible, than when they were three years old, and puzzled the
There was a lady who lived near them who had married a
French gentleman, and had lived a great deal in France. She
had now settled in America, her husband having died; and she
liked to keep up in her three children the recollection of the
happy home they had had in France.
One of the pleasantest children's parties, she had always
thought, was on Twelfth Night, when the large cake with the
bean in it was cut, and the girl who got it, if it happened to be
a girl, selected the king to share her throne with her, she being
called La Reine de la Five," or Queen of the Bean."
If it were a boy who got the bean, he selected a girl to share
the throne, and he was Le Roi de. la Feve," or "King of the


There were various games followed, in all of which the King
and Queen took a conspicuous part. Generally there were
Before Twelfth Night came, Epiphany as it is called in the
church,-which falls on the sixth of January, she sent out invita-
tions to all the children in the neighborhood about the age of
her own children.
They were not very many, for the neighborhood was not a
large one. Some of the children, indeed most of them, had very
little idea what a Twelfth Night party meant.
But Madame de Melincourt set herself to work, and explained
to them what was expected of- them, arranging things a little
according to American ideas; and in the end she got fifteen or
sixteen children very wide awake to the delights of a Twelfth
Night party.
All Madame de Melincourt's children could dance, of course,
by right of birth. So that dancing was like to be the chief
amusement of the night.
The De Melincourt children were three in number. The
youngest in her seventh year, a pretty black-eyed fairy, who
danced through life at present, without a thought of care or
trouble. It might be hoped she would get the slice of cake with
the bean in it.
The other two were rather older; one a boy of eleven, and the
other a girl of nine. Felice was the youngest girl, and Auguste
the older one.
The boy was named a plain American name for Madame de
Melincourt's family, Robert.


In looking round the neighborhood for children, Madame de
Melincourt had, of course, been attracted by Dick and Joe, who
were conspicuous characters, as twins.
There had, fortunately for the giver of the fete, been in the
suburban town for a year or two a dancing-mistress, who was
anxious to get a class; and though the twins were rather young
to go to dancing-school, yet Mrs. Lane, wishing to assist this
lady, who was having a hard struggle in life, had sent her little
boys, and had induced others to do so. So that there was a
fair chance of the children being able to dance, even if they could
not dance quite so well as the De Melincourt children.
Before we go any farther with the story, it is necessary to say
one thing about Dick and Joe. They looked exactly alike, but
there all resemblance ceased. They were totally unlike in char-
acter, and the older they grew, the more striking the difference
Joe was a quiet little fellow, who did not particularly enjoy
being in a crowd of people, who was shy, and did not get ac-
quainted easily, and, in one word, did not enjoy society. On
the other hand, Dick seemed made for it. The more, the merrier,
for Dick. He was never known to be disconcerted by numbers,
and had the enviable faculty of making himself at home where-
ever he was. Joe would never have known one-half the boys
he did know, if he had not been in the habit, ever since he was
born, of going wherever Dick went, no matter where.
Christmas passed away, and then in good earnest began the
talk about Madame de Melincourt's Twelfth Night party.


The sixth of January dawned as bright and clear as a day could
dawn, and the children towards four o'clock of the winter's
afternoon might have been seen trooping towards Madame
de Melincourt's pretty house, which stood a little apart from
The hall was beautifully lighted by colored lanterns, and the
room into which they were first shown was bright with Epiphany
stars. As there was an Episcopal Church in the town, the chil-
dren were able to understand what would have much puzzled
and shocked their Puritan predecessors.
In a short time the door into the dining-room was thrown
open, and the children saw a table beautifully arranged, with no
doubt a great many more things on it than was good for them
to eat; but in this imperfect world what pleases us most is
seldom what is best for us.
There was one huge cake in the centre of the table, upon
which all eyes were fixed; it was divided into as many pieces as
there were children, and after the meal was over the cake was
solemnly handed round.
Who would get the slice with the bean in it? As little Felice
was one of the hostesses, the cake was passed to her amongst
the last.
She bit into it with her white baby teeth, which had not yet
deserted her. She gave a scream. Oh, joy of joys, there was
the bean!
She was La Reine de la Feve. It seemed quite right, and all
congratulated her in childish fashion.


And now who was to be Le Roi de la Feve? "Choose,
Fl1ice," said her mamma; we are all waiting."
Felice looked round. We have said that she was a little
black-eyed fairy, never known to be still one moment, except
when she was asleep. Guided by the law of opposites, her eyes
fell on Joe, who was certainly looking at her with great admira-
tion; but very quietly, French to the tips of her fingers, without
any embarrassment, she advanced to him, and put the bean into
his hand.
It is you," she said.
Poor Joe was very much disconcerted. It was quite the last
thing that had entered his head; and, if it had been possible, he
would have got out of his chair and would have run home.
But that was not possible. And then there was Felice stand-
ing in front of him, holding out her hand; and without very well
knowing what he was about, he took the bean, and, according to
custom, looked round for Dick.
But queens cannot have two kings, and Dick had not been
placed beside him.
There was nothing to do but to take the Queen's hand, and go
on to the two high seats that had been prepared for them, very
prettily adorned as they were, and receive the homage of their
It must be confessed that the Queen had rather a hard time of
it. The crown matrimonial made a very uneasy head for Joe;
and instead of assisting the Queen in leading off the various
games, he was so shy, that he made many blunders, and, in fact,
rather impeded the games than helped them.


But at last there came a time when there came a rapid inter-
change of couples who had been together before.
Joe happened to be near Dick. He still had the bean in his
hand, in which he had held it tight ever since F61ice had given
it to him. Dick," whispered he, you take it; I don't know
what to do "
Dick was very willing; he thought he should like it very
much. So when Felice turned round, there was another little
boy beside her, but she did not know it. She took his hand
which was held out most readily, and marched into the room
where they were to dance.
It was a very different King of the Bean now; this King
of the Bean was King of the Queen too, and F61ice found
to her astonishment that instead of doing just as she pleased
with her King, her King did just as he pleased with her. Dick
was a natural dancer, and the whole room was looking at them
as they waltzed round like a couple of little fairies.
Dear me," said Madame de Melincourt; I should not have
thought that quiet-looking boy would have danced in that style."
The quiet-looking boy, meanwhile, congratulating himself in
childish fashion on his escape, had got behind the children, and
was keeping very quiet indeed, not being quite sure whether he
should not be dragged forth to occupy his throne again, whether
he liked or not.
Once or twice Fl6ice gave a little puzzled look at her King,
as if all was not quite right; but the impression soon passed
away, and she danced away as merrily as before.


When it came to the next waltz, Dick began to think that he
should like some more cake, so he told F6lice quite unceremoni-
ously, that he was not going to dance with her that time. It
happened to be a waltz that she was very fond of, and she was
very anxious to dance it.
But Dick said no, he wanted some cake and some lemonade,
and he was going to get some, and broke away from her in
spite of all she could do, and went off where the cake and lem-
onade were.
Felice hardly knew what to make of it all, the King had been
so complying the first part of the evening, and now, all of a sud-
den, he was as obstinate as a mule.- But sulking was not in her
nature; and she began to look round after a little while, for
some one to take Dick's place, as the same waltz was being
played again by her mother.
In looking round the room, standing behind the other children,
she saw, as she thought, Dick hiding away from her. She im-
mediately ran towards him. Come," said she, this is the
same waltz, and you have had cake enough now."
Joe, only too conscious that he was the one she was entitled
to call out, did not dare to resist, and went with her in the most
submissive manner.
But if it was the same waltz, it was not the same waltzer, as
FMlice found to her cost.
Why don't you dance as you did before?" said she.
Poor Joe could have made a very effective answer if he had


At the end of the waltz Felice lost all patience. He had
stumbled against a chair and torn her lace dress.
"You stupid boy," said she, "go back and eat cake; it's all
you are fit for."
And she darted off to another part of the room where she
was the life of some frolic that was going on.
But it would not do for the Queen to be without her King,
especially for the concluding ceremony.
It was almost nine o'clock, and Madame de Melincourt was too
good a mother to keep children awake till the small hours of
the morning. So Felice began to hunt for her King. Natur-
ally, after having sent him there, she went to the refreshment-
room. There was her King, or at least she thought he was
there. He had had all the cake he wanted, and now he was
ready to play again.
Madame de Melincourt had arranged that at half-past eight
the King and Queen were to take their seats on their thrones,
and as the other children marched past, were to present each of
them with some pretty present emblematical of the day.
After the presents were all given to the courtiers, the King
was to present the Queen with a box in the shape of a French
bean, and colored to represent one. Inside it was filled with
some comfits made in the shape of beans, and filled with choco-
late candy. Just before the ceremony took place Madame de
Melincourt remembered that she had not got the original bean
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one part of the room alone; but she thought she must be mis-
taken, for here he was coming out of the refreshment-room with
Felice was very glad to find that her King had got over his
stupid fit; and as she was too young to think much about any-
thing, she said nothing to Dick about his bad dancing, but led
him up to the throne, where her mother was waiting for the
bean. Dick produced it calmly from his pocket, where he had
put it when Joe gave it to him, and acquitted himself with his
usual composure in his royal character, and presented his
Queen Consort, with great ease of manner, with her box of
sweetmeats. The entertainment closed with great eclat.
But to this day little Felice de Melincourt has never found
out why her King was so very.different at different times on
that memorable Twelfth Night," which was not always What
she Willed."



JOE and Dick were very busy one evening playing a game of
backgammon. They were quite large boys now, and were
allowed to sit up for a little while in the evening, and they gen-
erally amused themselves by playing games.
On this evening in question, they had become so. absorbed in
their game, that they had not heard a word of their parents' con-
versation until they were quite startled by hearing their mother
say, But-what can we do about the boys ?"
What about us ?" said Dick.
"And what do you want to do with us ?" said Joe.
I want to take you with us, but papa seems to think it will
not be best," said their mother.
Mr. Lane's business was such that he had large interests with
France, and it was necessary that one of the partners should live
in Paris. The arrangement was that they should take turns in
living there, and remain for a period of five years.
Now, Mr. Sturgis had been there but a few months, when his
health began to fail so rapidly that he had written to Mr. Lane
that he had come to the conclusion he must come home to be


among his friends, and there seemed nothing for the former to
do but to go to Paris, and take his place.
Both Mr. and Mrs. Lane would have quite enjoyed a residence
abroad if it had not been for the children.
Of course they could have taken them, and have had them
educated there; but Mr. Lane strongly objected to a foreign
training for his boys.
He said they were Americans, and he wanted them educated
in their own country, and that he had seen too much of boys,
who otherwise might have made good citizens, being ruined by
a foreign education.
Well, after a good deal of deliberation and talking, it was
decided to select a good boarding-school at which to place the
boys, and the summers they could spend with their mother and
father in France.
It'was a good while before Mr. and Mrs. Lane could find a
school that exactly suited them; but finally they heard of one
about twenty miles from a large city. It was a small school,
with only about a dozen boys in it, whose ages ranged from ten
to thirteen years.
Mr. Scott, the master, had been very highly recommended to
Mr. Lane; and after Mrs. Lane had been to visit the school and
had seen how happy the boys all were, she said that as she could
not take the children away with her, she felt comparatively
reconciled to leaving them.
The days now flew by very rapidly, and almost before they
knew it the time came for the boys to start for their new school.


Their father was to take them, and a short journey in the cars
brought them to the pleasant little village, where the school
was situated. It was quite a long ways from the station to
the house; and as they drove through the roads, they had a
chance to see what a very pleasant country they had come to
live in.
Mr. Scott was waiting to receive them at the depot, and, after
a little conversation with the boys, said to Mr. Lane, -
I don't think that I ever saw twins look more exactly alike;
but do you know that we have a little boy in the school from
California who looks enough like your boys to be their brother."
"Indeed," said Mr. Lane; I should very much like to see
So you shall," said Mr. Scott. And after they had got up
to the house, Mr. Scott sent for the boy, and certainly the
resemblance was very striking.
And who is he ?" asked Mr. Lane.
His name is Frank Glover," said Mr. Scott.
Well," said Mr. Lane, it is a very odd coincidence. I only
hope," added he, laughing, that I shall be able to pick out my
own boys when I come for them."
Then Mr. Lane went away quite confident that he should be
able to pick out his boys."
But things do not always turn out as is expected. When the
school term was about to close, and their parents wished the
boys to come to Paris to spend their vacation with them, it so
happened that Mr. Lane could not leave his business, and had


to send over one of his clerks in his place, who had never seen
the twins.
In the meantime this was what had taken place amongst the
Frank Glover, the Californian, had been in the habit of talk-
ing to the Lane boys a great deal about his father's ranch.
Now, the Lane boys were both very fond of horses, and rode
very well indeed, having been put on their ponies without any
saddles as soon as was possible, and having from nature good,
strong legs. What you can do well, you always like to do. Con-
sequently, when they heard about the horses at Mr. Glover's
ranch, they were very anxious to go there. One day when
Dick and Joe were together without Frank, for a wonder, Dick
said to Joe, -
"Wouldn't you rather go to California and see the ranch,
than go to Paris ? "
Well, yes," said Joe, hesitating; but then there's mother,
you know "-
Yes," said Dick, rather taken aback at this thought, for he
did love his mother dearly, but then we might go to Paris, too,
you know."
"They are a long way apart, Paris and California," said
Joe, who usually supplied the calm judgment on any question
that might be uppermost for the time being. And then how
could we get there ?"
Frank says he would rather go to Paris than to California,"
said Dick, looking at Joe as if he had a new thought, or rather
an old one, in his head.


Well," said Joe, perhaps his father will let him go with us."
"No, he won't," said Dick; "for I asked him. We might
change," went on Dick hurriedly, looking at Joe to see how he
would take it.
And what good would that do?" said Joe. "Mr. Glover
wouldn't like one of us -
But if he didn't know it," blurted out Dick, who was afraid
that if he did not get out what he had to say in a hurry he
should never get it out at all.
Joe turned round and looked at Dick. Didn't know it! "
said he.
Why, nobody can tell us apart," said Dick, trying to look
I wouldn't do it," said Joe decidedly. Besides, you couldn't
do it! "
Now, if there was one thing more than another that always
drove Dick on, instead of restraining him, it was to tell him that
he could not do a thing that he had proposed to do. And from
that hour he never ceased to think how. he could carry out the
trick of going to California instead of Frank Glover. The
latter was very steadfast in his preference as to going to
Paris instead of going to California. And one day when they
happened to be alone together, which did now happen some-
times oftener than usual when you are going to do anything
wrong you are often helped out in a wonderful way for a little
wkile he asked Frank if it would not be a fine sell for his
father if he went to California instead of Frank.


Yes," said Frank, and he'd never know it. He has not
seen me for two years; and my mother is dead," he added in a
low tone.
Would you try if I would ? said Dick.
What would Joe say ?" said Frank.
You see, the boys always thought of what Joe would say.
There are some people in the world who even in childhood cause
themselves to be respected.
He wouldn't tell," said Dick.
No," said Frank; he wouldn't tell."
Then they parted without looking at each other.
The next day Mr. Scott received a letter from Mr. Lane, say-
ing that he could not come for the boys himself, and that Mr.
Austin would come in his place. Mr. Scott told the Lane boys
when Frank Glover was with them, and Dick looked at Frank,
and Frank looked away.
But after school, when they were together he said, It'll be
easy enough now, if that's all."
Will you try it? said Dick. We can tell it afterwards.
Nobody ever did anything but laugh when people took me for
Joe, or Joe for me."
It wanted about a fortnight of the time for Mr. Austin's ar-
rival; and the boys had begun to realize that unless they all
started together from the railroad station, it would be impos-
sible to carry but the plan. But Mr. Austin and Mr. Glover did
come together, and the three boys started off with them; and
after Frank and Dick had changed places half a dozen times Mr.


Glover really did not know one from the other. He had not
seen Frank for two years, and it was not so much to be wondered
at after all.
When they got to the place where they were to separate, Dick
went on with Mr. Glover, and Frank with Mr. Austin.
The boys had never exchanged one word with each other
upon what they were going to do, since the last conversation I
have mentioned.
It is the fashion nowadays to say that there is no difference
in the characters of boys and girls. The present writer thinks
that the difference is very marked.
They had a very prosperous voyage, and not one word did Joe
or Frank say to each other about what had happened. Only Joe
would never suffer the word Dick to pass his lips. He called
Frank old fellow," or anything that came uppermost.
When they got to Paris, Mr. and Mrs. Lane were waiting at
the station; and, in the general joy, there was not much time for
observation, especially in the twilight of a Paris evening after
they had got out of the light of the lamps. But when they got
home and Mrs. Lane could take a good look calmly at her boys,
it was another matter.
She was silent for a moment, and then screamed out, almost
choked with fright. Where's Dick ? where's Dick? "
"Why, here he is," said Mr. Lane, bringing forward Frank
It isn't Dick ; it isn't Dick," said she. Oh! where is he ? What
has happened? Why don't you tell me ? He's dead! He's


Mr. Lane began to think that his wife had lost her wits; and
Mr. Austin, who had not seen much of Mrs. Lane, verily thought
that she was insane, and he began to think what would become
of himself, and wished he had never undertaken to bring home
the boys of an insane woman.
But Joe could bear it no more. Mother," said he, it isn't
Dick; Dick is in California." Now Mr. Lane began to doubt
his own sanity.
In California, is he ? said he. What does all this mean,
I should like to know ?"
Then Joe stated clearly, as was his custom, what had been
done, winding up with: I told Dick he had better not do it.
I knew mother would find it out, if no one else did."
And now what was to be done ? Mrs. Lane, judging others
by herself, as we all do, was supposing that the household of
Mr. Glover was in the same state as her own. But when Frank
told her he had no mother, she looked at the situation more
There was a cable telegram sent off without any delay. But
before the telegram went off, there had been another confession
at the other end of the journey.
When Dick got to his all desired ranch, the pleasure obtained
in such a manner brought its usual experience. The apples
were very full of ashes. To be sure, there were the horses, and
he was praised very much for his coolness in riding, and Mr.
Glover seemed quite proud of him, although he had not much
time to devote to him ; and in the daytime it was all very well,

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Dick's Vacation.




but when it came night and he had to say his prayers, somehow
he did not want to say them, and one night he cried himself to
At last he could bear it no longer; and he went to Mr. Gloaver
and asked him to write to Paris, and tell them where he was.
I know I have been a bad boy," said Dick; and if papa
thinks I ought to go back to school and never go to Paris at all,
I won't complain, but only tell mamma, because she won't know
where I am."
: And where, then, is Frank?" said Mr. Glover when he could
recover from his amazement.
He's in Paris," said Dick; but mamma will know that he is
not I."
Not if she is as stupid as I am," said Mr. Glover grimly.
He was a very clever man, but after all he did not know his
own child.
Then there was another cable telegram sent. The boys had
cost a good deal. And then came a letter, all which took some
Mr. Lane, in the great relief of finding that, to use a common
phrase, no one was hurt, and taking into consideration Dick's
confession, had made up his mind that he should be allowed to
come to Paris after all; and he went on to say, that they should
be glad to keep Frank, also, through the vacation.
As Frank's father had never found out that he had been
deprived of Frank, he did not need much persuasion to accede
to the request, to Frank's great joy.


So the three boys saw Paris together finally. After some
time, a brown fellow walked in, and rushing up to Mrs. Lane,
went through a very different performance from the calm and
stiff embrace of Frank Glover at the Paris station.
Dick was very well, and so happy to see them all that perhaps
he did not suffer quite so much as he ought to have done; but
then so few people get their deserts, even in Paris.
He never tried to be anybody else again, except upon one
occasion, when he and Joe performed, to universal satisfaction,
Dromio of Ephesus and Dromio of Syracuse in Shakespeare's
" Comedy of Errors," after they were grown up young men.



AFTER the boys got back to school from Paris, there was natu-
rally a good deal of talk amongst their companions, as to the
very successful attempts of Dick to see a Californian ranch.
To do Dick justice, he had the grace not to be proud of his
exploit; but when he found that he was looked on rather in the
light of a hero, he did not refuse to relate some of the wonders
he had seen. He was very steady in his preference of the ranch
to Paris, and declared that when he was a man, nothing should
keep him from so delightful a place. After they had been at
school- about three months, there came a new teacher, who
declared that he could easily distinguish between the Lane boys,
and as to Frank Glover, he asserted roundly that he was not to
be confounded with them for one moment, as it'was plain to a
careful observer, that he came from an entirely different family,
and the characteristics of his race sufficiently distinguished him
from the Lane boys.
He really was very successful for some time, in telling one
boy from the other; although like all boys, they were mischiev-
ous enough to try and puzzle him.


The new teacher's name was Smith, and he was a native of
the place where the school was situated.
His father was a farmer in the neighborhood. A very com-
fortable farmer indeed. The place might have been justly styled
an ornamental farm, only Mr. Smith, senior, rather objected to
the word.
He said his farm was not for ornament by any means, and
that he had always meant it should be a farm where there was
plenty of hard work done; as had to be the case where any
profit was to be expected.
He used to laugh and say, if it had been an ornamental farm,
his son Charles would never have wanted to leave it.
However, being a just man, he used to add that he believed
his son had worked as hard in one way as he had in another.
Whatever the farm might be called, there was one certain
thing about it--itwas a region of delight to all the boys at Mr.
Scott's school. And very happy were the boys who were
selected to pass a day at the farm, when Mr. Charles Smith
went home to spend Saturday.
Several boys had been taken, and each and all came back with
glowing accounts of the horses, and the dogs, and the various
pets of one kind and another.
Mr. Charles Smith was an only son, and his mother was very
anxious to make his home pleasant to him; so she was not dis-
turbed as some mothers would have been with two or three
noisy boys brought into the house who were never still except
when they were eating, and, to say the truth, not very still even

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