Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Title Page
 Little blue-eyes
 The skipper and Janet
 Naughty Olive
 The shipwreck
 That unlucky goose
 Good morning
 The story of the old well
 How three little Londoners went...
 Letty's picture
 How Gladys played with the...
 Gathering flowers
 Talking secrets
 Margot and the beetle
 The bird's song
 The busy washerwoman
 A picnic on the river
 The engine-driver's story
 What are they saying?
 Baby's language
 The ride
 Uncle Dick
 Anna's coming home
 In the garden
 Daisy, Lily, and Uncle John
 The little girl who did not want...
 The travellers
 The last load
 Elsie's pretty lady
 The daisy-chain
 The doctor's visit
 The story of Gipsy Jan
 Little Miss Slowcoach
 A kind visitor
 How the blossom was picked
 "Those boys!"
 "When the bough breaks"
 In mischief
 Baby Dick's portrait
 Sail-skating in Denmark
 A pleasant surprise
 Dolly's disgrace
 The hero of the cricket match
 Coming home from market
 The little flower girl
 A Chinese doll shop
 Picking primroses
 A call to arms
 Left in charge
 The new top
 Magsie's snowball
 Beatrice and Lottie
 Three babes in the wood
 In sunny Spain
 Minnie's work
 The last race
 Mabel and Ben
 Cousin Hilda's letter
 The first snow
 For sale
 Three yards of frilling
 The sick bird
 Jack the tease
 Who broke the window?
 What happened to the black...
 A knock at the door
 A queer little girl
 The bandy-chair
 Tom and the sheep
 Back Cover

Title: Little blue-eyes and other stories
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Permanent Link: http://ufdc.ufl.edu/UF00082528/00001
 Material Information
Title: Little blue-eyes and other stories
Physical Description: 1 v. (unpaged) : ill. ; 25 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Browne, Maggie ( Author, Primary )
Cassell Publishing Co ( Publisher )
Mershon Company Press ( Printer )
Publisher: Cassell Publishing Company
Place of Publication: New York
Manufacturer: Mershon Company Press
Publication Date: c1893
Subject: Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1893   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1893   ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1893
Genre: Children's stories
Children's poetry
Spatial Coverage: United States -- New York -- New York
United States -- New Jersey -- Rahway
Statement of Responsibility: by Maggie Browne.
General Note: Contains prose and verse.
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Bibliographic ID: UF00082528
Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of Florida
Rights Management: All rights reserved by the source institution and holding location.
Resource Identifier: aleph - 002222917
notis - ALG3164
oclc - 214285140

Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
    Front Matter
        Front Matter
    Title Page
        Title Page 1
        Title Page 2
    Little blue-eyes
        Page 1
    The skipper and Janet
        Page 2
        Page 3
    Naughty Olive
        Page 4
        Page 5
    The shipwreck
        Page 6
        Page 7
    That unlucky goose
        Page 8
        Page 9
    Good morning
        Page 10
        Page 11
    The story of the old well
        Page 12
        Page 13
    How three little Londoners went to sea
        Page 14
        Page 15
    Letty's picture
        Page 16
        Page 17
    How Gladys played with the children
        Page 18
        Page 19
    Gathering flowers
        Page 20
        Page 21
    Talking secrets
        Page 22
        Page 23
    Margot and the beetle
        Page 24
        Page 25
    The bird's song
        Page 26
        Page 27
    The busy washerwoman
        Page 28
        Page 29
    A picnic on the river
        Page 30
        Page 31
    The engine-driver's story
        Page 32
        Page 33
    What are they saying?
        Page 34
        Page 35
    Baby's language
        Page 36
        Page 37
        Page 38
        Page 39
    The ride
        Page 40
        Page 41
    Uncle Dick
        Page 42
        Page 43
    Anna's coming home
        Page 44
        Page 45
    In the garden
        Page 46
        Page 47
    Daisy, Lily, and Uncle John
        Page 48
        Page 49
    The little girl who did not want to go to bed
        Page 50
        Page 51
    The travellers
        Page 52
        Page 53
    The last load
        Page 54
        Page 55
    Elsie's pretty lady
        Page 56
        Page 57
    The daisy-chain
        Page 58
        Page 59
    The doctor's visit
        Page 60
        Page 61
    The story of Gipsy Jan
        Page 62
        Page 63
    Little Miss Slowcoach
        Page 64
        Page 65
    A kind visitor
        Page 66
        Page 67
    How the blossom was picked
        Page 68
        Page 69
    "Those boys!"
        Page 70
        Page 71
    "When the bough breaks"
        Page 72
        Page 73
    In mischief
        Page 74
        Page 75
        Page 76
        Page 77
    Baby Dick's portrait
        Page 78
        Page 79
    Sail-skating in Denmark
        Page 80
        Page 81
    A pleasant surprise
        Page 82
        Page 83
        Page 84
        Page 85
    Dolly's disgrace
        Page 86
        Page 87
    The hero of the cricket match
        Page 88
        Page 89
    Coming home from market
        Page 90
        Page 91
    The little flower girl
        Page 92
        Page 93
    A Chinese doll shop
        Page 94
        Page 95
    Picking primroses
        Page 96
        Page 97
    A call to arms
        Page 98
        Page 99
    Left in charge
        Page 100
        Page 101
    The new top
        Page 102
        Page 103
    Magsie's snowball
        Page 104
        Page 105
    Beatrice and Lottie
        Page 106
        Page 107
    Three babes in the wood
        Page 108
        Page 109
    In sunny Spain
        Page 110
        Page 111
    Minnie's work
        Page 112
        Page 113
        Page 114
        Page 115
    The last race
        Page 116
        Page 117
        Page 118
        Page 119
    Mabel and Ben
        Page 120
        Page 121
    Cousin Hilda's letter
        Page 122
        Page 123
        Page 124
        Page 125
    The first snow
        Page 126
        Page 127
        Page 128
        Page 129
    For sale
        Page 130
        Page 131
    Three yards of frilling
        Page 132
        Page 133
    The sick bird
        Page 134
        Page 135
    Jack the tease
        Page 136
        Page 137
    Who broke the window?
        Page 138
        Page 139
    What happened to the black kitten
        Page 140
        Page 141
    A knock at the door
        Page 142
        Page 143
    A queer little girl
        Page 144
        Page 145
    The bandy-chair
        Page 146
        Page 147
    Tom and the sheep
        Page 148
    Back Cover
        Back Cover 1
        Back Cover 2
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WHAT do brown eyes say?
Brown eyes say, "We're brown as a berry,,
We're always full of fun and merry."
That's what brown eyes say.

What do black eyes say?
Black eyes say, "We're never sad-
Always bright and gay and glad."
That's what black eyes say.

What do grey eyes say?
Grey eyes say, "We're good and kind,
Full of sympathy, you'll find."
That's what grey eyes say.

What do blue eyes say?
Blue eyes say, "We're soft and true,
Clear and honest through and through."
That's what blue eyes say.


"I WISH I could save a ship; I wish I could help sailors.
I wouldn't mind if I could only help one sailor," said
Janet, as she closed her book. She had been reading the
story of a brave girl who rowed out to the help of some
sailors in a sinking ship. "I wish I could do something,"
said Janet again, as she walked down to the harbour.
"I'll ask the Skipper about it." Whenever Janet was in
any trouble she always went to her friend the 'Skipper.
The Skipper was an old blind sailor, who loved the sea
so much that he liked to spend his time near it, even
though he could not see it. Janet found him sitting in
his favourite place, and she sat down by him. Skipper,".
she said, "I've been reading such a beautiful story. I
will tell you all about it, and then you shall tell me how
I can help a sailor." The Skipper listened to her story.
Then he said slowly, I know a girl who helps a sailor;
she comes to see him every day, and she makes him
forget all his troubles with her bright talk." Janet-sighed.
"I wish I could do something," she said. "My girl's
name is Janet," said the Skipper. Then Janet smiled. -

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NURSE said "No," and Olive said nothing; but when
Nurse left the room Olive hopped out of bed, and ran
downstairs in her night-dress. "I'm so hungry, I must
have a biscuit," said naughty Olive, getting naughtier
every minute. "There won't be anybody in the morning-
room." But there was someone at the open window of the
morning-room-a dark, untidy little girl. Buy a boot-
lace, Missie; I'm so hungry said the little girl. "So am
I," said Olive, "but I don't want any boot-laces. I'll ask
Nurse"-then she stopped. "I'm so hungry I" said the
little girl again. Olive darted across the room, fetched
the biscuit-tin, and emptied it into the little girl's basket.
Away ran the little girl, and back to the Nursery ran Olive.
Later in the morning Mamma found the empty biscuit-tin;
"Olive," she said, "have you had any biscuits this morn-
ing? Olive shook her head. "Cook found the cupboard
door open," said Nurse. I left it open; I gave all the
biscuits away," said Olive. "Miss Olive I" said Nurse.
"Olive 1" said Mamma. "I never knew such a naughty
girl said Nurse. "Leave her to me," said Mamma.




THEY are still very fond of "-pretending," but I don't
think either of them will ever forget the day-when they
pretended their boat was shipwrecked, and it really came
true. They always played by the lake-side, and they very
often played in an old boat, which was usually fastened
to the stump of a tree. Sometimes they pretended it was
a fairy castle, sometimes it was a man-of-war; and they
both thought it would be great fun when one of-them
proposed that they should pretend that the boat had struck
on the rocks, and that they were shipwrecked. They were
so busy pushing- the boat off the rocks that they did not
notice, until it was too late, that the old -boat was untied,
and that they were pushing themselves away from-the-
shore. As soon as they did find it out, of course, they
tried to get back again, but all the trying was no good. -
One of them felt very frightened, and said so, and the -.
other was frightened too, but he didn't show it. He tied
a handkerchief to a broken oar, and waved it in the air. -
Luckily a sailor saw the flag, and came to the rescue; but
I don't think either of them will ever forget that day.


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SWE will have a goose for dinner," said Mrs. Galloway.
How jolly-I" cried all the little Galloways. And Mrs.
Galloway put on her bonnet, and went out.to buy it. She
picked out the finest and fattest goose in the shop, and
told the master of the shop to send it home early. The
master packed it in a basket with some other things, and
gave it to the new boy. Dinner-time came, and all the
little Galloways, with clean hands and faces, sat round the
table. They were usually well-behaved children; but when
the dish was placed on the table that day they could not
help giving a loud Hurrah-I" Mrs. Galloway shook her
head. "I'm very sorry, children," she said, "but the goose
has not come; I am afraid something has happened to it."
Of course, the little Galloways were sorry, but they said,
"Never mind; we'll have it to-morrow." But they did
not have that goose the next day. For Mrs. Galloway
was right-something had happened to it-. You will find
out what by looking at the picture. The dog that
belonged to nobody had- a good dinner; but the new
boy-well, there is a still newer boy at the shop now.

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GOOD MORNINGI We're awake, you see,
As wide awake as we can be;
And now we're waiting to be dressed,
To see who can behave the best.

We're sometimes naughty, Bell and I,
When going to bed, we sometimes cry;
But then, we wish it understood,
When we get up we're always good.

When we awake we have such fun
(We always wake before everyone).
We wake Papa, and .Mother too, -.
Until. they say, "What shall we do?* ? :

Wewoke them up at half-past three-
Their -faces were a sight to see!
And when we did the same at five :
They said, "I wonder we're alive "*





"THIS is Agatha's Well, young ladies. Would you like to
know why it is so called? Well, long ago a very old
lady, called Agatha, lived in the cottage with her six cats,
and because she had so many cats, and because she was old,
everyone called her 'Witch.' But Agatha did not mind;
she kept to herself, and did not trouble anyone,, until one
hot day there was no water in her well. She went from
one to another asking for water, but nobody would give
her any. 'You are a witch,' each one said; 'get your
water somewhere else.' So two days passed away. On
the evening of. the third day, when Agatha went to her
empty well, a small girl, with a jug of water in her hand,
stood beside it. 'Drink,' she said, 'you are thirsty, and
I know you are not a witch.' That evening it rained, and
there was soon plenty of water in the well; but old
Agatha did not forget the little girl. When she died, it
was found that she had left all her money, the cottage and
the well, and the six cats to the little girl who had been kind
to her. That little girl, young ladies, I am proud to say, was
my great-grandmother, and Agatha's Well is our well now."



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IT was a beautiful day-the sky was blue, the sun was
shining, and there was only a gentle breeze blowing.
"Let us go," said Bella. "I can row," said Jack. Bob
looked doubtful. "Let us ask Sailor Dan to take us," he
said; but Dick and Bella would not hear of it. "No,
we will go by ourselves," they said, "and Sailor Dan will
be surprised how well we can manage a boat." So they
set off, three little Londoners, out on the big sea alone.
"Pooh I" cried Bella, "it is easier than rowing on. the
river." Dick did not say anything; he was beginning to
'wish they had not come. By-and-by Bella and Bob
began to wish the same thing. The waves were bigger,
and Bella had lost one of the oars. "I think I'll lie
down," said Dick. "We shall be drowned!" cried Bella.
"No, we shan't," said Bob, "there's a boat. I will shout,
and you must wave." They shouted and waved, and after
a time the sailors heard and saw them. "I believe I :can
see Dan," cried Bob, as the boat came nearer.. Well,
he'll be surprised anyway," said Bella. And he was.

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LETTY was very fond of pictures, and in the Long Gallery
at the Hall there were ever so many pictures, enough to
satisfy any little girl. There were. pictures of fields and
flowers, castles and battles, soldiers and sailors, big people
and little people, old men and women and children-
pictures of all- kinds. But there was one picture which
Letty thought was prettier than them all. It was a
picture of a dear old lady talking to two little girls. The
old lady's face was very sweet and lovable, and she
looked as if she were the kind of old lady you would
like to kiss, for you would feel sure that her cheeks would
be as soft as velvet. The little girls were pretty too;
they were both dressed in old-fashioned dresses, and one
of them wore a queer cap. It certainly was a pretty
picture, though perhaps you would not have admired
it as much as Letty did. Would you like to know
how it was that Letty was so fond of the picture, and why':
she called it hers?. It was because there was in it a por-
trait of her Mother. Yes, once upon a time, .Letty's own-
Mother had looked just like the girl with the queer ,cap.

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"WHAT untidy children!" said Gladys, staring at three
children who were standing at a cottage door; I shouldn't,
like to play with them, Nurse." The three children stared
back at Gladys. "Isn't she fine?" said the girl. "And
isn't she stuck up?" said one of the boys. "But isn't
she pretty?" said the other. Nurse was- not looking at
the children; she was watching the black clouds, and the
drops of rain which were beginning to fall. The girl saw
the rain, too, and ran across the road to Nurse and
Gladys. "Won't you come in to the cottage out of the
rain ?" she said. Gladys frowned, but Nurse said, Thank
you," and told Gladys to wait -in the cottage, which was
very clean, whilst she fetched umbrellas. At first .Gladys
stood at the cottage door, and stared at the children, but
gradually she went further in, and when one of the boys
gave her a shell she smiled. When Nurse came back
she found Gladys, with her. cloak and hat off, playing
happily with the three children. "They were so kind," said
Gladys, as she and Nurse went home. "She wasn't stuck
up," said one of the boys. "Not a bit," said the other.




OH! who will come gathering flowers with me?
Away -to the hills with the lark and the bee,
In the bright early morning when day's just begun,
When the buds are all opening their eyes to the sun.

See, the flowers now open and hold themselves up,
As they scatter the dewdrops'from each little cup;
They shine and they sparkle in morning's glad light,
Refreshed by the rest and the dews of, the night.

Hark the birds in the branches now rustle and stir,
And the rabbits, aroused, shake the moss from. their fur;
From his nest in the meadow the lark gaily springs,
And wakes all the world as he joyously sings.

The fields are all yellow, the light of the. sun
Comes dancing along, brimming over with fun;
The air seems to shake with the buzz of the bee-
Oh who will come gathering flowers with me ? .- -




" OF course, it must be a secret," said Ethel to her Mother,
as they walked along together. "Of course," said-her
Mother; Mark must not know beforehand what his
birthday present is to be." And at the same moment
Mark, walking behind Ethel, was saying to his Father,
"'We won't call it a secret, because only girls have secrets;
but perhaps Ethel had better not hear anything about it
until Saturday." His Father smiled. "Very well," he said.
A few minutes later Father and Mother went into a shop,
and Mark and Ethel were left alone for ten minutes.
They were both silent for two minutes; then Ethel said
suddenly, ."Mark, I'm glad our birthdays come on the
same day. I couldn't wait till Saturday to hear about my
present if I didn't know that -you were waiting too.'
Mark shook his head. "I don't like waiting," he said.
' I wish Saturday would come. Suppose we--" and
he whispered something in Ethel's ear. Ethel smiled, and
whispered back. Then there was more whispering. And by
the time Father and Mother had finished shopping Ethel
knew, and Mark knew, and there wasn't any secret at alL


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"COMING, coming, coming.!" said Margot, as she knelt on
the grass, and watched the big, beetle crawling up her
pinafore. "Coming at last said Marie, giving the tree a
good shake; "get out of the way, Margot." Margot
began to feel very uncomfortable. It was all very well for
Marie to say, "Get out of the way," but how could she
get out of the way? The beetle was crawling, crawling,
crawling I It would soon be on her neck,- and she did not
like to touch it with her fingers. She bore-it as long as
she could; then she said, "Oh Marie, Marie, it's come l
Marie gave the tree another shake, and cried "'Bravo. "
Then her fingers slipped, and she tumbled backwards on
the top of her small sister. Fortunately, neither of them
were hurt, and both were pleased; for, when Margot
picked 'herself up, the beetle had disappeared--and Marie
saw Margot's bonnet, which had been caught in the
tree, lying on the ground. Marie ran-to pick it up.
"Were you talking about that?" said Margot./ "Of
course," said Marie. "Weren't you ?" Margot shook her
head. "Never mind," she said. "We are both glad."



HE was singing at the top of his voice, and it was a very
beautiful voice, too. He was so full of his song, that he.
did not feel afraid of anything or anybody, and when he
saw a tall lady and a little girl coming up the path he
did not think of flying away; he only perched himself on a
higher branch, and sang louder than ever. "Listen to the
bird," said the tall lady; "he is singing beautifully." The
little girl climbed to the top of the bank and listened. "I
wonder what he is singing about? I wonder what he is
saying?" she said. '"Perhaps he is thanking the sun for
shining so-brightly," said the tall lady. ''" Perhaps he is
talking to the flowers," said the little girl. The bird
finished his song, and hopped down from the- braiich into
a bush. The tall lady stepped quietly up to the bush
and peeped. Then she beckoned to the little girl, and the
little girl climbed down from the bank, and peeped. into
the bush too. Then they both smiled, and as they walked
quietly away the little girl said, "So that is why he was
singing." Can you guess what the tall lady ard the little
girl saw in the bush



Now, please hold down your head, sir,
And mind you shut your eyes;
Until I say, Get up," sir,
Pray don't attempt to rise.

I'm really quite ashamed, sir;
You're not fit to be seen;
But if you do my bidding
You'll very soon be clean.

Now, splash I There goes the water!
Now take the soap-that's right 1
Now rub your face to make it dry,
-iUntil it shines quite bright..

Ngw you look more- respectable.
.Go and put on your shoe;
And, pray, don't bother me again,
I've such a lot to-do I





"DEAR JEANIE,-We are having a fine time, and enjoying
ourselves ever so much. I do wish you were with +us
We are quite a large party-five grown-ups and six young
ones. The other day we young ones went off for a picnic
up the river. We took a man with us to help with the
sail, but Maurice and I did nearly all the work. The
country is very pretty. In ohe place the hills come down
close to the river, and as the girls wanted to pick flowers
(girls always want to pick flowers, and it is such dull
work), and Maurice and I wanted to explore, we pulled
the boat into shore, and all landed. We had lunch on a
rock, and then we boys went off for a climb. Somehow
or other we managed to lose our way, and it was ever
so late before we got back to the boat. Then, as -we
pushed off from the shore, I managed to tumble. into
the water, and got very wet, but we enjoyed -it :very
much all the same. I can't go out to-day, as I have"
a bad cold, so I'm writing to you. I' wish 3y6u were here
to enjoy the fun. I hear the tea-bell ringing, so I must
stop. Good-bye. I am, your loving cousin, DONALD.



"SUCH a fright as I had to-day," said the Engine-driver
to his wife; "it makes me feel queer even now to think
of it. We were not far from Burfield, and we were three
minutes behind time, all through-but there, I ought not
to grumble at anything or anybody to-day.' Well, as I
was saying, we were behind time, and I told -my mate
we should have to run the next bit quickly. He said
'All right,' and away we went. Suddenly I saw something
white on the line in front of us. At first I thought it
.. was a bundle of clothes; then it moved, and I knew it
must be a child. I tried to stop the train, and called
out to my mate, but we were going so quickly that it
seemed impossible for us to stop in time. My mate
shouted, and I shouted; then we heard an answering shout,
and a man rushed across the line in front of the engine.
What happened for a minute I don't know. I seemed.
dazed; then I heard my mate saying, 'It's all right,
old man, the child is safe and 'sound.' T-I only said,
'That was a brave fellow,' but I felt-well, it makes .mie
feel queer even now to think about it."




LOOK at this picture, and see if you can guess what is
happening, and what the two ladies and two gentlemen
in it are saying to one another. Of course, the old lady-.
in the big cap is the Grandmamma, and the pretty young
lady in the large hat is the Mamma. The gentleman
standing up_ must be the Papa, and the gentleman lying
down is, of course, the Baby. It is quite certain,, too, that
the Mamma'and Papa are bringing the Baby to see his
Grandmamma; but can you guess what they are talking
about? I expect the Grandmamma is saying, He is th
most beautiful baby in the whole world I" That is what
Grandmammas always say. I should not be a bit surprised,
either, if the Papa and Mamma were saying exactly the
same thing; and the Baby-well, babies talk in a- language
which ordinary people cannot understand, so the Baby may
be saying ever so many things, but he probably -thinks
he is a beautiful baby. Perhaps you will think that, as
this Papa and Mamma and Grandmamma lived many
years ago, it is impossible to guess what they would be
likely to say, but, somehow, I feel sure my guess is right.




BABY says "Ah-h I -
What does he mean ? -
Why, the meaning's quite plain,
'Tis easily seen.

He says "Oh, Molly!
What have you there ?
Dear sister Molly,
Let me taste your pear."

Then Baby says, "Oh-h !" N
Pray, what can it be?
What can be the meaning?
Why, can you not see

He says just as clearly
As you can say this, -
i Thanks, dear sister- Molly,
I'11 give -you. a kiss.".


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THE smallest bridesmaid was beginning to feel very much
excited. The Church was full of people,, the organ was
playing, and the bridesmaids were waiting in the porch.
Through the curtains the smallest bridesmaid could see
two of her brothers and her little sister. She nodded to
them, and they smiled' back at her, and beckoned to her"
1'Shall I go in?" she said to one 9f the big bridesmaids.
The bridesmaid shook her head. "Everyone is here," said
the smallest bridesmaid to herself, and she counted the
bridesmaids-one, two, three, four. Not one of them
was missing. "What are we waiting for?" she whispered.
The three big bridesmaids smiled. "Try and guess," said
one of them.. The smallest -bridesmaid took a rose out
of her basket, and pretended to smell it. "I wish grown-
up girls wouldn't always laugh at little girls," .she said to
herself. Just then the Church door opened. "look," said
,one of the bridesmaids, there is the lady for whom we are
waiting." The smallest bridesmaid and all the bridesmaids
looked. It was the bride. "I'd forgotten her," said the
smallest bridesmaid; and the big bridesmaids smiled again.,



Ho, ho I
Gaily they,go,
Riding along by the sea.
Madge is the horse,
And baby, of course,
Is as happy as happy can be.

The ride's just begun,
When the wind has some fun,
As he sweeps up over the hill.
Madge loses her hat,
But. she doesn't mind that,
And away they go with a will

The crows fly by,
Caw, caw I" they cry. -
They've never seen such fun.
The ships on the sea
All laugh with glee,
As they sail away to' the sun.



RONALI sat up in bed, and rubbed his eyes. Was it all
a dream? Was Uncle Dick really better? Had he ever
been ill? Ronald pinched himself to make sure that he
was awake. The house seemed very quiet, and he could
not hear any footsteps. Mother, may I get up?" he
called softly. There was no answering call from the next
room, and he sprang out of bed. Perhaps Uncle Dick
was worse, and it was only a dream that he was so much
better. Ronald crept along the passage to his Uncle's
room, pushed the door gently open, and peeped in. Some-
body was sitting in the big arm-chair in front of the fire--
place. It was Uncle Dick "Oh, I'm so glad!" cried
Ronald, running into the room, and throwing his arms
round his Uncle. "I'm so glad; I thought I'd dreamt
it all, and that you were not better. You are better,
aren't you ?" Uncle Dick smiled. "So you've waked
up at last, young man," he said. "Do you know what
time it is? Of course, I'm better." Ronald looked up
at the clock, and laughed. I was so tired last night,"
he said. "It was kind of Mother to let me sleep "


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You remember the story of the Apple-Pie-how B bit it,
C cut it, D dealt it, and- how ever so many people had
something to do with it. Well, the story of Anna's
coming home was something like it. First of all, Anna
wrote the letter to say she was coming, and everyone
shouted Bravo Of course, Carrie wrote back to say,
"Come as soon as you can." Then the Day came on
which Anna was to arrive, and Everybody was as busy as
busy could be. Fannie picked some flowers to put in her
room; George made the gate look gay with the words,
"Hurrah for Anna I" Small Ida spent all her time
Jumping up and down; and Kenneth was so excited that
he Laughed at nothing at all. Then when at last she
really did come, Mamma and everyone ran to the door
to meet. her. Never before, no Never, was there so much
kissing. Of course, Papa had fetched her, but he had:: to
wait Quietly for his turn, until the Rest had finished. So
Sister Anna came home to Them all. She was Un-
doubtedly Very Welcome, and everyone was eXceedingly
pleased, because, of course, they all loved her very dearly.



THERE were two houses in the garden, a big house at the
top of the garden, in which Janie and Janie's Father and
Mother lived, and a little one at the bottom of the garden,
which belonged to Mrs. Rabbit and her son, Master
Rabbit. Perhaps Janie would have told you that not
only the little house, but the rabbits too, belonged to
her; but Mrs. Rabbit did not think so. She often told
Master Rabbit how she pitied poor Janie and her Fathei
and Mother. "Their house," she said to her son, "must
be sd cold and dreary; it is so big, it cannot be warri
and cosy like oufrs." And Master Rabbit, of course,
agreed with her, One day Janie brought a small girl
to see the rabbits. As she took Master Rabbit out of
S..:hehouse she said, "Isn't he pretty, and isn't this a
comfortable rabbit-hutch? Mrs. Rabbit felt very contented
and happy. Janie's little visitor stroked Master Rabbit's
back, and pulled his ears. Then, as she gave him a
crisp lettuce-leaf, she said to Janie, He is a dear little
rabbit, but his house is a queer place." Fortunately, Mrs.
Rabbit did not hear her, and perhaps it was a good thing.

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"Do you know who I am?" said the gentleman. Daisy
opened her big eyes wide, and looked at him. "I think,"
she said, "you are someone in the big album upstairs."
"And I am sure you are someone in the big album,"
said Lily, who was standing by Daisy's side. I think
you are Uncle John," said Daisy.* "I do hope you are,
because I want to ask you about ever so many things."
The gentleman kissed her. "I am Uncle John," he said;
"so ask away. Only I feel that I could talk to you
better if you sat on one knee and Lily on the other."
The two children settled themselves comfortably, and then
Daisy began, "You must have been a jolly boy I You
know the time when you knocked your ball over- "
JuA then Mamma came into the room. ".Oh, Mamma,
o away!" said Daisy; "we want to ask him about the
arid the apple-pie, and-- Uncle John laughed, and
Mamma went away. But a minute later Nurse's voice
was heard. Daisy and Lily said, What a bother l"
but Uncle John promised to answer the questions when
they came back, so they ran away cheerfully to Nurse.




ONCE upon a time there was a little girl who did not want
to go to bed when bedtime came. Her Grandmother talked
to her, but the little girl only pouted. Her Grandmother
scolded her, but the little girl pretended that she did not
mind a bit; and she was very naughty when her Grand-
mother tried to undress her. At last her Grandmother
said, "Very well, I cannot waste any more time; I will
put baby to, bed, and then I must go." The little girl
smiled, and tried to feel very pleased. All the time her
baby-brother was being undressed, she tried to think how
glad she was that she was not going to bed; but she had
to keep saying, "I am glad," because she did not really
feel at all glad. When her Grandmother left the room
the little girl began to think. Somehow or other, as
soon as she began to think, she found out that she did
want to go to bed very badly-so badly that she could not
wait to be undressed, but had to undress herself. It
was hard work, but she was in bed when her Grand-
mother came back. And her Grandmother kissed her.



I AM a weary traveller,
This is my faithful steed; ,
He's made of wood,
But he's splendidly good-
He really is, indeed.

It does not cost much to feed him-
He's really no bother at all
And a piece of string
Is just the thing
To qJ4e him come at your call.

*'But in such Areadful weather
No horses can get on;
And up on my arm
He's safe out of harm,
And our journey will soon be done.



THE last load was packed safely on the cart, and the
girls and men were getting ready to go home, after their
long day's work in the fields. "I am tired," said Ruth,
the Farmer's daughter; I don't feel as if I could walk
home." Her sister nodded, and said, "We must walk";
but saucy Bell pointed to the top of the cart, the ladder
leaning against it, and the men at the other end of the
field. "What will Giles say?" said Mary. "Lie down,
and he won't know," said -saucy Bell. When the men
came back to the cart, Giles took away the ladder, and
went to the horse's head to lead her home. "Where are
the girls?" said the Farmer's son. "Gone home, I
expect," said Giles. "This last load is a heavy one."
The Farmer's son looked up at the cart, smiled, and
said, "Very heavy." The girls sat up on the top of the
load, enjoying their ride, too tired to talk, and Giles
never discovered, until the farm was reached, that the
last load was indeed heavy. Saucy Bell dropped him a
courtesy, and Mary said, "Thank you for the ride, Giles."
So, of course, Giles had to say, "Quite welcome."


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ELSIE had been ill, very ill; but Elsie was getting better.
She was able to sit at the window every afternoon, and
watch the passers-by. There was one lady who went past
Elsie's window every day, and Elsie always looked out
for her; she was such a pretty lady. One day the lady
smiled-at Elsie, but Elsie was so surprised that she did
not smile back again, until the lady had disappeared.
The next day happened to be Elsie's birthday, and she
persuaded her Mother to get her dressed very early. "I
should so like a birthday smile from my pretty lady,
Mother," said Elsie. That day, however, the lady was
later than usual, and Elsie was beginning to feel uneasy,
when she saw her coming up the street, with a basket of
beautiful roses in her hand. "She looks prettier than
ever," thought Elsie.- The lady passed the window, but
she did not look in to see Elsie's smile. Poor-Elsie
was very disappointed. Someone tapped at the door, and
came round the screen beside Elsie's chair, and said,
"Would you like these flowers, little girl'?" It was
the pretty lady I need not tell you. what Elsie said.



THERE'S war among the daisies,
For each one strives to gain
A place of real honour
In Milly's daisy-chain.

There's fun among the blossoms;
They dance upon the tree,
They laugh to see the daisy-chain,
Till they grow pink with glee.

The wind steals by and listens,
And then he stops quite still;
He's come to see the daisy-chain,
Away from yonder hill.

At last the chain is finished I
On all the dear old trees
The blossoms shake with laughter,
Away, then, goes the breeze I



"MABEL dear, come downstairs, I want you." Mabel
went downstairs very slowly. Usually she hopped and
skipped and jumped downstairs, but this morning she
walked quite solemnly. She knew who was in the
drawing-room, for she had peeped -over the banisters, and
had heard Mary say, "The Doctor, ma'am," as she showed
a gentleman into the room. And Mabel did not want to
see the Doctor-she did not like Doctors. "This is my
little girl," said her Mother, leading her up to a gentle-
man. The gentleman placed one hand on Mabel's head,
and looked at her very kindly, but Mabel felt un-
comfortable and unhappy. "' He will ask me to put out
my tongue directly," she thought, and so she put it out
without waiting to be asked. To her surprise, the
gentleman and her Mother laughed. "It's a fine tongue,
but I don't want to see it," said the gentleman. "But
you are the Doctor," said Mabel. "And a Doctor must
not look at a little girl unless she is ill," said the gentle-
man. "Very well, here is some medicine." Andhe pulled
out of his pocket a little doll. Then Mabel began to laugh.



"MASTER JIM I" said Nurse, for the 'fourth time. But
Jim never moved. He was curled up in the corner--of the
Nursery sofa, reading "The Story of Gipsy Jan." He
had not even heard Nurse call him: he was quite lost in
his book. The Gipsy, the hero of the story, after search-
ing through towns and villages, after many and various
adventures, had found at-last, in a wayside cottage, the
lost child of the lady who had been so kind to his wife,
and who had protected him in his trouble. "Master
Jim I" said Nurse, tapping Jim gently on the shoulder,,
"however many more times am I to tell you?" Jim
looked up from his book at last. Nurse, wait a minute,"
he said; ."I do want to know if the little girl remembers
the Gipsy, and if the people in the cottage let him take
her away. Listen! 'And the Gipsy knelt down by the
child's bed, and put his arms round her. -' Missie," said
the cottager's daughter, standing at the foot of the bed,
"do you- "'" Nurse took the book out of Jim's hand.
"You are not to read any more to-night, Master Jim,"''
she said. "You must finish the story to- morrow."


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THE sun was so hot and the waves were dancing so
prettily that little Miss Slowcoach thought the best thing
she could do would be to lie down and watch them.
"There's plenty of time," she said, as she put her basket
on the pebbles, and sat down beside it. "Plenty of time,"
the waves seemed to answer, as they rolled lazily over,
one on the top of the other. "Plenty of time," said a
big fat crab, as he stretched out his claws and helped
himself to a small thin crab's dinner. Little Miss Slow-
coach began to feel sleepy. She stretched herself out on
the beach, made a pillow of her basket, and watched the
two crabs fighting. But very soon, long before the fight
was finished, little Miss Slowcoach had dropped off to
sleep. 'The little waves rolled and rolled, and splashed
and splashed, until they reached little Miss Slowcoach's
toes. "There's plenty of time for her to get out of the
way," they said to one another. Presently little Miss:
Slowcoach awoke with a start. The afternoon had slipped
away, and her basket was still empty. "And -I -thought
there was plenty of time," was all little Miss Slowcoach said.


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LITTLE Johnny Talbot,
Climbing in a tree,
Tumbled down and hurt himself-
Very ill was he.

All throughout the summer
Johnny couldn't walk,
Only lie upon his back,
Read, and think, and talk.

Little Rosy Carter
Came in every day,
Brought a bunch of flowers,
Often stopped to play.

When the spring came back again-
Oh, it seemed so long l-
Little Johnny Talbot
Was quite well and strong,

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"IT would make a beautiful wreath for Cousin Joan's
birthday cake, and Mother said I might have three or four
pieces," said small Marjorie, looking up at the pretty
blossom on the fruit tree, "only I can't reach it. I wish
I had wings, so that I could fly up to it." And Marjorie
sighed a very big sigh. She had made a little bunch of
all the blossoms the wind had scattered on the ground,
but there were not nearly enough for a wreath. "I wish
scme',ody would come to help me!" said Marjorie; and
as sh said it she saw a white dress shining through the
trees, and heard someone calling, "Marjorie I Marjorie1"
It was Cousin Joan herself. "Now, what shall I do?"
said Marjorie. She stood still thinking for a moment,
then she smiled. "She can reach, and she will never
guess," she said to herself. So when Cousin Joan stood
beneath the tree, Marjorie asked her to pick four pieces
of blossom. "Isn't it a pity to pick fruit blossom?"
asked Cousin Joan. "This is for something very im-
portant," said Marjorie. And Cousin Joan never guessed
that the "something important" was her own birthday cake.

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' OH dear, those boys!" sighed Nurse. They are always
in mischief," said Priscilla. But. after, all, Nurse, you
must remember that they. are only boys; perhaps they will
grow wiser as they grow older." And Priscilla, who was
feeling very grown-up in her new dress, walked out of the
Nursery into her own room. She sat down on a chair
in front of the looking-glass,,,and drew a letter out of her
pocket. The house was very quiet, but the stairs were
creaking queerly, as if someone were trying, to creep up
them without making a noise. Priscilla was too full of
herself and her letter to notice it. She did not even hear
her room door pushed gently open; and she was very
much astonished when a voice behind her said, Darling
Fannie, I have a new dress, and I think I look lovely---"
Of course, it was one of the boys,-and the other was
standing behind him, laughing. Priscilla jumped up to
chase them; but her dress was caught, and there was a
sound of-stitches giving way. "Oh' dear, those boys I "-
sighed Priscilla. "Perhaps they will -grow wiser as
they grow older," said a voice from the Nursery.



"WHEN the bough breaks, then Curly will fall," sang the N
boy lying on the grass at the foot of the tree. "But the
bough won't break, Master Roger," said the boy up in
the tree, who was called "Curly" because of his curly
hair; and to prove that his words were true, he hung by .
his hands from the branch of the old tree, and began to
swing himself backwards and forwards. -" Now, Curly,
don't be silly," shouted Roger; "that-branch is not strong
enough to bear you, and if you fall, I shall have -to pick -
up the pieces." Curly gave a wild kick. "I shan't fall
and, anyhow, you are quite safe on that side of the tree,,
" he shouted. But at that very moment, with a loud crack
and crash, the branch snapped. Roger jumped up from the,_
grass. Drop, Curly, drop, and I'll catch you," he cried -.
Curly dropped because he could not hold on any longer.
Roger caught him, and the boys rolled over together. They
lay still a moment, then they sat up. "-Are you hurt?"
asked Curly. Not a bit," said Roger. "Are you -
Curly shook his head. Then both boys got up, and as i
they walked home, Roger never once said, "1' told you so."



" Now then, don't laugh l" said the smaller of the two
boys, as he knocked at the door. It was opened by a tidy
little maid, who stared at the slate and roll of papers
which the bigger boy carried, and asked the boys what
they wanted. "I believe," said the smaller boy, "that this
house is to be let; and we wish to know if we can see it."
The bigger boy looked down at the slate, so that the
maid should not see him laughing. "I suppose you want
to tell your Mother about the house," said the maid;
"Well, no," said the smaller boy solemnly; "we wanted
to see it for ourselves." The bigger boy looked up at
last. "May I ask what we shall have to pay for the
house ?" he said. The maid seemed puzzled. "And for
bread-and-butter ?" said the smaller boy. Then he
turned to his brother, and whispered, "Look I" A lady
was watching them. "Boys," she said, "what--" But
both boys were away down the road before- she finished
'her sentence. "Did you see who it wvas? said :-he
bigger boy. "Yes, what was she doing there?" said the
smaller boy. I wonder if she'll tell ?" said his brother.



IM Jack-in-the-Box,
Though Jack's not my name,
And I'm not in a box;
But it's nearly the same.

If you shut down the top,
And count one, two, three,
Pop! the lid will fly up,
And show Moll, Bob, -and mel

Then'.we all are quite still--,
I hold my arms out,
And if Moll didn't laugh,
And if Bob wouldn't shout,

It would really be beautiful.
But now let us stop,
For my arms are so tired
I'm sure they will drop.



IT was a glad day for little Ivy when she heard that her
father and mother, whom she had not seen for five years,
were coming home from India, and with them the dear
little baby brother Dick, of whom she had heard so much
but had never seen. Ivy could just remember her parents,
as she was four years old when she was sent home to England
to live with a kind aunt and be brought up in a climate more
suited to children than the hot Indian one. In the letters
that had come from her father and mother Ivy had heard
much of her little brother, and amongst the things which
she valued most dearly was a portrait she had been sent of
little Dick seated in a big chair, with a lovely basket of
flowers beside him. She had often looked at this, and longed
for the time when she would have her little brother to play
with, and so no wonder she was pleased when one day Aunt
Polly read out from the letter she had just received the
news that the steamer had started, and that the travellers
would reach home soon. Ivy went out to tell Barham, the
gardener, who had known her father since he was a baby,
the good news, and Barham was as pleased as she was.



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HAROLD JOHNSON was highly delighted one. day when his-
father, who was captain of a steamer trading between Hull
and Denmark, suggested that, since Harold had got his
Christmas holidays, he should go with him on his next
voyage. As it was winter, Harold's mother saw that plenty
ofwarm clothing was packed up for him, and when Captain
Johnson said that his son might as well put in his skates,
Harold asked at once, "Why, father, shall we stop long at
any port, and shall I get a chance of any skating ? Plenty,
my boy, as we shall be a week at Copenhagen, unloading and
loading, and some of the friends I have there will be glad
to show you some sport." Things turned out just as Captain
Johnson had said, and Harold had such skating as he never
had in England.- The way in which his Danish friends
skated with sails up puzzled and amused him very huch,
and before he could follow their example and manage
to sail himself many were the tumbles that he had. It
was a pity, he felt, that his father's vessel had to leave for
home so soon; but next winter he hoped to come again,
and with more practice learn to manage his sails better.



"WHY, Nellie, wherever have you been all the morning?
Cook said you had gone down to the village with nurse on
an errand, and I have been wanting so much to tell you a
piece of news," and so saying Ned Sinclair ran up to his
little sister, who had been sitting for some time playing
with her new doll and reading her latest story book. What
is it, Ned?" said Nell. "Are we to go down to Farmer
Brown's hayfield this afternoon and help there, and all have
tea amongst the haycocks afterwards?" "You have just
guessed rightly, Nell, and mother says we can call on our
way down for Eva and Charlie to come with us, too. Won't
it just be jolly fun But what are we to do till then, for
as Miss Harvey is not well, we are not to have any lessons
to-day," .said Nell. "Oh, I know, Nell, let's go down to
the stables to see the new pony that father has bought
for us," and so off ran the two children to look for old
Robert, the coachman, and ask him to show them the nice
little Shetland pony that had been bought for them to learn
how to ride on, and to talk over with him the fine time
they hoped to have at Farmer Brown's in the afternoon.




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GAILY we sail,
With a favouring gale,
Over the bright blue sea;
The wind rushes by
As onward we fly,
And he whistles a song to me.

Away below
We see the fish go,
Whisking and twirling their tails;
And up in the sky
The gulls fly high
As they follow the track of our sails.

Now on a wave's crest
For a moment we rest,
Then plunge in the depths below,
Then climb to the top,
For we never can stop
As onward we merrily-go.



CECIL, Dolly, and Florrie Grant lived in a nice old country
house with, a large garden, where they had plenty of room
for all sorts of good games of play. Their father was the
clergyman of the pretty little village in which they lived,
and, as he was generally very busy, the children did not
see much of him. Ever since their mother's death they
had been looked after by their governess, Miss Hurst,
whom they all loved very much, but to whom they gave a
good deal of trouble. Cecil had not been well, and so,
instead of going back to school, did his lessons with the
two little girls, whom at times he put up to all kinds of
mischief. This morning, when Miss Hurst came into the
schoolroom, she was very vexed to find amongst the papers
a very ugly- likeness of herself, which Dolly, who was rather
clever at drawing, had made. Miss Hurst told Dolly that
it was both very rude and unkind to make fun of. other
people; and then Cecil and Florrie said that they we re
also to blame for having helped. They had done it thought-
lessly, and hoped that Miss Hurst would forgive them all, and
they would remember in future what she had said to them.



THE boys of Dr. Wrightson's School looked forward every
year with great excitement to the match they played against
the little village of Elsford in which their school was.
This year the excitement was intense, for in the last year's
match the boys had been badly beaten, and were now
anxious to turn the tables. The looked-for day came, and
the Village Eleven, going in first, made a big score. At
this the boys were rather downhearted; but Charlie Webb,
the Captain of the School Eleven, said, If we only play
steadily we may win yet; they are not strong in bowling,
I know." Charlie went in first with little Dick Adams,
who played very: carefully, and let his Captain make the
runs. Slowly the score went up until half the number
had been made, then Dick was caught, and several wickets
fell quickly. At last, with only two boys left to bat,
thirty- runs had yet to be made, and the result looked
very doubtful. Charlie, however, still played finely, and at
length made the winning hit, the next ball bowling his
partner. No wonder the boys cheered and hoisted him
shoulder high for having, by his good play, won the match.



Two little maids went marketing
One very cold winter's day;
With a big umbrella, in case of bad weather,
These maidens trotted away.

They had such a lot of things to buy-
Two pounds of butter, and soap,
And eggs and cheese, and bacon and peas,
And sixteen yards of ropel

But they got them all, and set off home,
When, oh I it began to snow
They came to the river, and said with a shiver,
"What shall we do? Oh I oh "

But Tom the ploughboy saw them there,
And shouted across with a cheer,
"Let me get afloat in my big boat,
And I'll bring you safe,_ never fear"

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IT was a cold spring day, with a keen east wind blowing,
and people hurried along trying to keep themselves warm'.
Well-clothed as they were, several of the more kind-hearted
of the passers-by almost shivered as they saw poor Jenny,
the flower girl, who stood at the corner selling primroses.
She was known to most of them, as nearly every day,
whether fine or wet, she was at the same spot with her
basket of flowers. Many a kind nod and smile those who
knew her had for her, for they could see how hard the
little girl worked to support her crippled mother, and they
always tried to help her by buying some of her flowers.
To-day Jenny had not had as many customers as usual,
and she was beginning to feel sad and troubled as to
whether she would sell out all her primroses before it was
time to go home, when a gentleman and little girl stopped
and bought several bunches of flowers, and asked Jenny
where she lived, and promised to call and see what
could be done for her mother, and to send some coals,-so
that she could at least have a nice warm fire in her
room. So Jenny was quite cheerful and happy again.

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"AUNTIE, I think a doll shop in China must be a very
funny place, and not at all like the shop you took me to
the other day when you bought me this lovely Miss Daisy."
So said Norah, running up to her aunt clasping a big
flaxen-haired doll, with large blue eyes that opened and
shut. Yes, Norah, it is a very different place, I think, too,
You would not see any dolls like yours in a Chinese shop,
with such lovely light hair and dressed like Daisy is.
Instead you would see queer-looking little dolls with. bald
heads, except perhaps for a tuft of hair here and there, and
they would be dressed in quite a different way. The heads,
too, of many of them would wag backwards and forwards
as if they were nodding to you." How curious, Auntie I
I do wish that I had one just to put with my other three
pets." "Well, Norah, if you are a good girl," said her
aunt, "the next time that I go to London I will see if I
can get a real Chinese doll for you; and now, I daresay,
if you ask Miss Holmes she can tell you a lot about China
and the people, who, in their dress and dolls and toys, are
so unlike us." So away went Norah to Miss Holmes.

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