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Title: Our girls a selected series of entertaining stories and rhymes for home, school and kindergarten
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Creator: May, Sophie, 1833-1906 ( Author )
Brine, Mary D ( Mary Dow ) ( Author )
Barnes, Culmer ( Illustrator )
Werner Company ( Publisher )
Publisher: Werner Company
Place of Publication: Akron, OH
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Publication Date: 1899
Subject: Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Children's songs   ( lcsh )
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Children's poetry -- 1899   ( lcsh )
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Children's poetry
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United States -- Ohio -- Akron
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Statement of Responsibility: written by famous American juvenile authors ... among them being Sophie May ... Mary D. Brine ; containing hundreds of beautiful illustrations including a colored frontispiece.
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School and


SOPHIE MAY, Author of "'Dottie 'Dimple"
MARY D. BRINE, Author of "Grandma's Attic Treasures," etc.


tbe W'lerner Company

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OUT in the woods we went to-day:
Mamma and Nannie, Freddie and May,
Charlie and I, and good old Tray,
Out in the greenwood to romp and play.

To-day, you know, is the first of May;
And we meant to be so jolly and gay,
And celebrate in so merry a way
That we could never forget this holiday.

So first we chose the loveliest queen,
The dearest and sweetest that ever was seen;
For mamma herself was Her Highness Serene,
And we crowned her with rosebuds and evergreen.

Then we kneeled around and vowed to obey
All the laws she made, not only to-day,
But all the year through. Then she waved a spray
Of lilac bloom, and bade us all be gay.

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Oh the games we played, and the races we run!
The bars we leaped, and the prizes we won!
Oh the shouting, the singing, the laughter and fun, -
It were hard to tell who was the happiest one!

Then, rosy and tired, we gathered around
Our beautiful queen on the mossy ground;
The hungriest group in the land, I '11 be bound,
As the sandwiches, cookies, and tarts went round.

When the sun was low and shadows were gray,
Down from her throne stepped our fair Queen of May,
And through the green fields led homeward our way,
While we gave her sweet thanks for this beautiful day.
L. A. B. C.


MAG heard some one say that Mr. Spencer was coming to take
her sister Lizzie away and never bring her back. The truth was,
Lizzie was going to be married. But Mag did not know what it all
meant. The next day, when Mr. Spencer came to pay a visit, she
shut the door, and put her back against it. She sat down that way,
and declared he should not take her sister.
They all laughed; but Mag was in earnest, and sat there all the
same, looking very sour. By and by she fell asleep on guard, -
the dear little sentry! and when she woke up she found that
Mr. Spencer had gone.
He did one day take Lizzie off, but it was more than a year after
Mag had tried to shut him out. Mag was one of the flower-girls at
the party, and looked as sweet and as happy as anybody.


"MAMMA, tell me a story, please."
"I '11 tell you a story about Jack O'Nory -"
" Not that, mamma, but a true story."
"Well, Rex, what shall it be about ? "
" Oh, tell me about Dog Spot, that Grandpa Eastman used to have."
Such is the request my little boy, Rex, often makes to me, and
Dog Spot" is one of his
S- ".fa.rth:rite st,,rites. Here is the
story just as it is tol, t, him.
Ever so many years
ago, when thie cotty'l

quite new, there were woods all the
way from your grandpa's house to the city. Many Indians lived in
their wigwams on the hills. Your grandpa owned a large black
and white watch-dog by the name of Spot.
"Spot disliked Indians very much. He showed his hatred by
never allowing them to approach the place.
One day grandpa was at work by the river, out of sight of the
house. Spot was with him. Suddenly the dog started and ran


towards home. He went so very fast and was so excited that
grandpa's attention was attracted by his strange manner. He thought
he had better find out, if possible, the cause of Spot's sudden flight.
On arriving at the top of the steep bank he could see Spot making
flying leaps towards the
house. Some Indians ,
were approaching from ..
another direction. Spot, .P
in his mad haste, arrived ''
first, and placed himself i
in the doorway as if to -, .
guard the house and its l ;
"The Indians were '
really quite friendly and li : :
harmless. On seeing the .
dog they came no nearer, '
and hastily went another
way. Indians are very ;d--
much afraid of dogs, and
will rarely, if ever, enter 1_
a place if one is near.
Spot used to go to ,. "
school every morning ,
with your aunts Vashti
and Sarah. The school-house was about half a mile distant The
road led through woods and across the sparkling river with its pretty,
rustic bridge. Grandma was very glad to have Spot go with the
girls, as she felt safe when he was with them. She tried hard to
teach him to go after them at night. He would go part way, meet
them, and return with them.
The dog was praised and petted very much for his goodness and
wisdom. For many years Spot was a valued member of the family."
"Is that all, mamma? asks Rex.
"Yes, dear, all for to-night," I reply. In a very short time Rex,
whose eyes have become troubled by the Sand-man, is tucked in
his little bed. REX'S MIAM~



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Possession given in April;
The rents, for all summer long,
Are a very trifling consideration, -
In fact, they are merely a song.

These bargains in country homes
Are to the best markets near;
And the price of seasonable dainties
Is very far from dear:

A strawberry or two blackberries
For eating four fat bugs,
And cherries without number
For keeping off the slugs.

Other things are in proportion,
And everything in reason,
From tender lettuce to peaches,
Will appear in its season.

From four in the morning till evening
These houses are open to view;
And I wish I had a dozen to rent,
Instead of only two.


MAmA is busy, nurse is sick, and it falls to Eda's lot to amuse
baby Bessie. She draws her along in her carriage through the
buttercup meadow, and down to the little river. While she stops
on the bank to throw stones into the water, a thought comes into
her head. Her eyes twinkle, and she says to the baby, -
"Oh, let's play canal-boat! That will amuse you better than

anything. Mamma said I must amuse' you, don't you know ? You
sit very still, like a dear, good little girl. I will run back and get a
tub and play it's a canal-boat. I will get a rope, too, and be the
mule that pulls it along, you know."
Bessie does n't "know" at all. She sits still till Eda comes with a
tub, and a rope, and a very red face. The tub was. awkward to
carry, and knocked against her ankles at every step, almost making
them bleed.


She puts Bessie into the tub, but the little lips begin to quiver,
for she has never had a tub ride on the water.
Eda sees the cry coming. She gives her some light finger-taps
on eye and nose, mouth and chin, and says, -
"Eye winker, Tom Tinker, nose dropper,
Mouth eater, chin chopper, chin chopper."

Bessie laughs a little, and clutches the sides of the tub with her
chubby hands. The mule starts off, singing, -

"I have a little sister, and we call her Peep, Peep;
She wades in the water, deep, deep, deep,"

when over goes the little sister, tub and all! But the water is not
"deep, deep, deep," and she keeps her pretty head up, like a little
turtle taking his sun-bath. Eda dashes in and drags her out. They
both set up a shriek that brings mamma running to them, and she
takes them home to dry.


ONE summer, in the country, Eddy and John found a man who
had a goat to sell. The man asked three dollars for him. Eddy
and John, and a boy who
played with them, Ihd iar-l ..
a dllahr, aud they blougliht -... i?"
the- -oat.
Thie go'at was a hii. pli,- .
S ith. TIw i 6 Bu iTt, -1]lil

ful with li l l. But h]ln it .. t ..

vw as ti-m e t': ,', 1.i;i k ti- tl,- < ity. -
wVihat wa, ti. be dl',in a-Zr i t tihe ,-'.'nt -
W.: c:llnnl..t take tnwo thirds ot" C'aper
home aild John.
Well," said Eddy, "maybe papa will give us a dollar, and we
will ask Carl to sell us his part. We own most of him, you know."
Papa gave the dollar, and Carl at last made up his mind to sell


out his share, rather than divide poor Caper. So the goat went to
the city. The little boys cared more for him there than they had
cared in the country, where there were plenty of pets.
It was fun to see the boys and the goat play at hide-and-seek.
When Eddy gave a sign, the two boys ran off to hide. In a minute
Caper rushed into the house to find them. All over the house he
would go. As soon as he found the boys, he skipped out before
them to the gate-post, which was the goal."
There he was sure to stand, on his hind legs, ready to butt them
as they came up. This he seemed to
think was a part of the play.
When Christmas came, some friends
gave Eddy and John a beautiful little
carriage for Caper, with harness and
all complete. Caper went quite well in
harness, and the little boys had more ;..
fun with him than ever.
When the warm days came again,
the boys were told that they were going
with mamma to spend the summer on a
"Oh, may we take Caper ?" they
asked. Mamma said they might write
and ask the farmer. So they did, and
he said: Yes, bring the goat: I shall like to have him here "
One day, at the farm, Caper ran into the yard where all the cows
were. They were not used to a goat. They chased him into a
corner. Then they all stood in a half-circle about him. They looked
as if they would ask, What strange thing is this, with horns on its
head ?" Poor Caper was glad when the farmer came and drove the
cows off.

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I WILL tell you about something naughty that Duke, the large
black and white dog, did, and how he was cured of it. He thought
it was great fun to chase the chickens. When the chickens were
very small, he would run after them and catch them. Then he
would carry them around in his mouth, and when he was tired of
playing with them, he would dig a hole in the ground and bury
Whenever anybody saw Duke catch a chicken, he would run after

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the dog and scold him, and, if he could get close to him, would
switch him. But it was not easy to get very close to him, for when
he would see any one coming, he would scamper off.
Duke always took care not to drop the chicken. Sometimes he
would hold the bird in his mouth so it would not show, and some-
times just one little yellow foot would hang out.
One day, when Duke was running after the chickens, old Sport,


another dog that lived in the same house, went after him, and caught
him by the back of the neck and shook him. How Duke did cry!
Every one about the place came to see what the matter was. Old
Sport came up and wagged his tail, as much as to say, Well, I've

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taken matters into my own hands, and we'll see if that foolish puppy
will not let the chickens alone after this "
Duke never tried to touch a chicken again. He would watch
them, sometimes, but he never forgot his shaking, and did not offer
to run after them.


MYO was a little boy seven years old, and very fond of work. He
liked to help mamma write her letters. He could stick them,
you know. He was always ready to help papa eat an apple or a
peach. He wiped the knives and forks and spoons, -the "silvers,"

he said. He went to the store and bakery. Every morning he
went for milk, just around the corner.
One day he came home with the milk, and, going to his mother,
said, Mamma, I've changed milkmen."
"Have you ? said mamma, smiling. "Why did you do that ?"


"Why, there's a one-armed man over on the next street who sells
milk. I thought he needed help, so I 'cluded I'd give him my
Mamma laughed, and as the milk sold by the one-armed man was
just as good as that they had been buying, she "'cluded" she would
let him have Myo's custom.
One morning Katie could n't find the pail, and she gave Myo a
pitcher to go for the milk.
He was gone a long
time. At last Katie heard
him ring the bell, and I
went to the door. There .
stood the little boy, look- .
ing into the pitcher. In it
there was about a table-
spoonful of milk. A B
streak of white all along
the walk showed just
where he had come. He
had held the pitcher in -A
one hand, spilling the '
milk all the way at every
Very soberly he looked, .
first into the pitcher, then
at the trail of milk on the
walk. Katie took the
pitcher out of his hand. ---
Before she could say a
word, Myo spoke; but not a word about the spilled milk. What he
said was: There 's your pitcher, and you may be thankful you've
got it safe back again."


"TAP-TAP tap-tap !" I wonder what's that, -
Is somebody building a house?
'Tap-tap tap-tap!" and a quick "rat-tat,"
Then everything still as a mouse.

"Tap-tap tap-tap Why, who can it be ?
Are the fairies at work in the wood
" Tap-tap tap-tap !" We surely must see
What's doing of bad, or of good.

" Tap-tap! tap-tap! Some carpenter, sure;
Here's sawdust all scattered about.
But where can he keep himself hid so secure
That's something we'll have to find out.

"Tap-tap! tap-tap !" Ah, there! now I see
A flash like the brightest of flame.
There he goes! there he goes! in that old
hollow tree:
Golden-winged Woodpecker's his name./<


BOB BRUIN was a good '.T '
young bear, that minded what .
his father and mother said to him.
"When you take a walk out of 1.
the forest," said Mr. and Mrs. Bruin
to Bob, don't go near those houses,.
Men live in them, and they treat .
bears very badly."
"What do they do ? asked Bol. ".-
"Oh," said Mr. Bruin, "some-
times they kill us and eat our flesh.
Sometimes they tie a great log to our legs so that we cannot run."
"Ah," said Bob, but I would bite them."
"To prevent that, they will tie a great muzzle on your mouth; so
keep away from them, Bob."
Bob promised to obey. But one day, while walking outside the
wood, he fell into a pit. He roared so loud that Mr. and Mrs. Bruin
came running to see what was the matter. When they came to the
pit, they saw some nuts, and fruit, and buns, lying on the grass.
So they made a step forward to get these nice things, when down
they went into the pit where Bob was, with the buns and nuts.
They then found that the food had been laid on twigs and leaves
across the pit, which was dug as a trap for them to fall into. But
how to get out was the puzzle.


After a little while Mrs. Bruin got on top of Mr. Bruin's shoulders
and so scrambled out of the pit.
"Now, Bob, you do the same, and I'll tell you how you may
then help me out."
So Bob got out of the pit as his mother had done.
"Now," said Mr. Bruin, "go to the woods and bring back a
stout branch of a tree." They did so, and placed the end at the
bottom of the pit.

Now hold the end tight on the top," said Mr. Bruin, and I '11
try and climb up."
So Bob and Mrs. Bruin held the branch at the top of the pit, and
Mr. Bruin, who could climb very well, managed to scramble out of
the pit.
They all went home again to the forest in safety, and had a long
talk about men, and their tricks to catch poor bears in pits.

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MUD-TURTLE looked from out his shell;
The jewel-weeds beside the brook
Their gold and rubies o'er him shook;
The mint gave out its cool, fresh smell;

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The swimming minnows glistened bright,
Where, in the water, shone the light;
And, on the green moss by the brink,
A little bird came down to drink;


The frogs among the rushes leapt;
A moth beneath a dock-leaf slept.

With greedy eyes and waiting jaw
Mud-Turtle stretched his neck far out;
He snapped at everything he saw:
The frogs in terror sprang about;
The minnows knew not what to do;
Away the bird, loud twittering, flew;
The sleeping moth awoke too late,
To find that he had met his fate!
Mud-Turtle drew within his shell.
This world is very wrong," said he;
"The reason why I cannot tell,
That no one seems more fond of me!"


ZACK was a cockatoo. He was snow-white, with a yellow crest.
What was left of his tail was yellow. By an accident it had lost all
but two feathers.
He could say several words. What he said oftenest was, Poor


cockatoo! Poor cockatoo!" in a pleading voice. We used to lift
him upon a finger, and he would give us a kiss by placing his open
bill close to our lips and moving his little tongue back and forth.
He was not a good bird, though, and we were always afraid of his
When very angry, he would spread his wings and tap his hard bill
:- -:n the floor. His crest would stand
'"; '' iii' and io 1 :pen like a fan. Instead of
S. ..-alking in the usual way, be would
lcl oh, n: op like a frog, screeching all the
while in a horrid way.
Znwek t,,,-,k a dislike to a dear
n iiQaker ladv. He tore the crown
Soult t' severall of her nice white caps.
s She learned to keep
her eyes all around
Is her when she passed
him. He soon found
.there was no longer
any hope of that kind
Iof fun. He slipped up
'behind her one day,
while she bent over to
pluck a flower, and bit her heel. The harder she shook her foot the
harder he bit and flapped his wings. By and by some one came
and took him away.
One lady in the house had a number of cats. Once when she
went out to call them to dinner, a voice above her head cried out,
just as she opened her lips, Kitty, Kitty, Kitty." She looked up
astonished to see the old cockatoo peeping roguishly down through
the grape-vine leaves.

Et)e Katb Paoon.
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2. A while she at her casement sits, And spins, with her fingers spry, A

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has a great round smiling face, And long, bright, shining hair. I think, way up a mid the clouds, She
long white veil of moonbeams bright, To float upon the sky; And then behind her flying steeds She
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lives in a palace bright; She keeps the curtains drawn all day, And opens them at night, And
rides in her silver car, O'er dai sy fields where every flower Is just a twinkling star, Is

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just a twink ling star.
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Prayers all said, and stories all told,
Though Just one more pleads Bertie, the bold;
Jasper and Bennie are deep in thought,
And Ray still muses on battles unfought,
And little Fay wonders, with half-shut eyes,
" If birdies ever fly up to the skies;"
While Baby Fred's soft, tiny hands unclasp,
And from mother's strong fingers loose their grasp;-
Shoulder to shoulder, away they creep,
To the Palace of Dreams, in the Land of Sleep.



IF I should tell you about all the kinds of crabs in the world,
there would be no space left to tell of their curious habits and ways
of life. So I will mention only a few.
The great red crab frightens one when he suddenly pops out of a
hole under the sea-weed. There are some smaller crabs you might
not notice.
Did you ever see the Hermit Crab ? He lives alone in a shell
belonging to some other shell-fish. It has been cast off, like an old
shoe, and he steps in. He is very brave in his borrowed shell, but
a great coward when out of it. He is one of the few that can leave
his house when it is too small for him, and seek another.
The Spirit Crab glides over the sand so fast that you can't catch
it, run as hard as you please. The funniest of all crabs is the
Fiddler. He lives in a little hole in the sand. He does n't fiddle; oh
no; but there is music when he gets hold of your toes! He has
two front claws, a big one and a little one. He shakes them at you,
as much as to say, "You dare not trouble me!" Then he dives
into his hole in the sand, peeping out now and then to shake his fist.
See that crab on the beach! Do you wish to know whether or
not he is a "regular fighter" ? Don't try to find out by sticking
your finger between his claws. Try him first with a stick. If he
bites hard at the stick, you may (if you please) tempt him with your


A crab will bite at almost anything; but a toe or a finger is
what he likes best to get hold of. You don't need a hook to catch
him with, when he is in the water. A piece of meat or fish tied to
the end of a string will do. This crab does n't know enough to let
go, when he once takes hold. He will allow himself to be pulled
out of the water first.
Perhaps the best of the crab family is the one that is good to eat.
This is called the Soft-shell Crab. He is juicy and tender only
when he has shed his hard covering, and before another shell is
If you will go with me to the West Indies I will show you the
land crabs. They live in holes in the mountains. Every year
they travel down to the sea. They take this long journey in order
to lay their eggs. The eggs can be hatched only on the sea-shore.
Thousands of land crabs travel together. They are like the sea
crab. In the Spice Islands we may find a crab that climbs trees.
It is said that he does this to get the fruit of the cocoanut-trees.
Crabs are at home everywhere near salt water. They eat any-
thing good to eat that comes in their way. They have very small
niouths, but they take a great deal of food. They fight fiercely
over a dead fish. They clash their great claws and wriggle their
feelers, while their bead-like eyes stick out with anger. At last one
of them gets the fish. Then he crawls into a dark nook in the
sea-weed, under the waves, and eats it. He does n't know that he
is getting himself ready for the market. The fatter he is, the better
price will he bring. In the picture the boy with the net has an eye
to business. He will sell the crabs at a good price by the dozen.


A DEAR little maid, with sun-bonnet red,
Tied carefully over her little brown head,
With two little bare feet, so active and brown,
Has started to travel to Strawberry town.

Al i paia, y where is
tht Oh dear!

i t '. ou, t in the field

Pick the sweet, big, red ber-
Sries so fast, one by one.

"It's a very great ways," says the dear little maid,
"To Strawberry town, and I'm so afraid."
And so as companions, to keep her from harm,
She takes two fat kittens, one under each arm.

She trudges along with brown eyes opened wide,
The kittens hugged sociably up to each side;
With ears sticking up and tails hanging down,
She carries them bravely to Strawberry town.


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strange way. This
men in making our
them how, because
the world.

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DID you know that all the silk
in the world is made by very
little worms? These creatures
have a machine for spinning it.
They wind the silk, too, as well
;i spin it. The curious cocoons
the worms make are wound with
the silk. Men take them to fac-
t,:ries, where they are unwound
and made into the beautiful silks
Iyou and your mother wear.
The spider is also a spinner.
His thread is much finer than the
ilk-worm's. It is made up of a
iL'reat many threads, just like a
rope of many strands. This is the
-p'ider's rope, that he walks on.
SlHe often swings on it, too, to see
lo:,w strong it is. Did you ever
-, e a spider drop from some high
llace ? How his spinning-ma-
chine must work !
The wasp makes his paper nest
I itt of fibres of wood. He picks
them off with his strange little
teeth, given him for the purpose,
and gathers them into a neat
When he has enough, he makes
them into a soft pulp in some
pulp is very much like that used by
paper. Very likely the wasps taught
they are the oldest paper-makers in



This pulp he weaves into the paper that forms his nest. You
must look for one, and see how much it is like the common brown
paper we use to wrap bundles in. The wasps work together, so
that it takes but a very little time to build a nest.


IT had rained all night and until breakfast-time. Then, just as
Millie went to the window to see if there was any sign of its clearing
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off, the sun came out bright and clear. In a little while the clouds
were all gone.
"Just see the water in the paths!" said Ned, as he, Winnie, and
Millie stood looking out the window.
Look at that dear little pond at the foot of the garden !" cried
Would n't it be lovely to wade through ? added Winnie.


"We could make splendid mud pies and cakes there," said Millie.
I wonder if mamma would let us," began Ned.
"I think she would," said their mother, who had come in without
their hearing her. "But you must put on your old clothes, and
come into the house in time to be washed and dressed before
Yes, 'm; we will," they all said at once.
It was not long before Millie and Winnie, in their oldest calico
dresses, and Ned, with his worn-out pants rolled above his knees,
were splashing in the pond.
First they sailed chips for boats; then they played the chips were
whales, and caught them with spears made of sticks. By the time
the whales were all disposed of they were ready to make mud-pies
out of the nice soft mud on the edge of the pond.
Millie made one pie in an old tin pan. She even made "twinkles"
around the edge, as Hannah, the cook, did.
Winnie made one in a box-lid and filled it with green currants.
She put a top crust on, and cut out half-moons in it so the fruit
would show through.
Ned would not make pies, for he said that was only girls' work;
so he made a dam across the pond.
They played until nurse rang the bell for them to come in and be
dressed. They all said they had not had so much fun for a long


OH, bold and bumbly boomed the bees
All in and out the elder-trees,
When Vibe, in his bathing-rig,
Embarked upon his bread-tray brig,
His towel for a sail.


The lake stretched out before him vast;
He used a fish-pole for a mast;
For ballast, in his boots he cast,
And paddling out, the shallows past,
He waited for a gale.


Then up there sprang a nimble breeze;
It bent and swayed the elder-trees.
He held the mast between his knees;
His hat was like a premium cheese:
To shade it did not fail.

Light-hearted was he, bold and brave,
As he went bobbing o'er the wave.
He heard the little riplets lave
Both fore and aft; light pats they gave
Beneath his bark's gunwale.

And far and distant fades the shore;
But now the breeze sinks more and more;
He's reached the middle deep, and o'er
Him creeps a calm. Without an oar,
What can him now avail?

The shady shore has long been passed;
He feels the sun-rays hot and fast
Beat down. The sail clings to the mast;
He wishes he were home at last,
Though people all may rail.

But oh, at last he spies his brother.
'T is he he knows it is no other, -
Sent out to save by anxious mother;
And here's an end to all the bother, -
This creeping like a snail.

And now the tale is at an end.
Just let me say, my little friend,
If ever you like deeds intend,
Be sure, at first, the breeze will send
You home with well-filled sail.


FLOSSIE took to the sea very early. She did not like
to be bathed, but she was very fond of playing in the
One day, when she was at her bath, her mother's back
was turned, and little Miss Flossie turned her slipper into a
boat and set it afloat in her little bath-tub. Then she pushed
it about and made believe it was sailing. By and by it got
full of water and sank, crew and all. This made her cry,
and that made her mother look round. Flossie's shoe-boat
was taken from her, and then she cried more. Her mother
knew best, and was very firm. Miss Flossie had to give up
being a sailor and put on her pink dress and go down

R. W. L.


NELLY RAY lives in a brown cottage down by the river. There
are not many houses near, and no little children to play with her.
One day her mamma took her to the city to visit her cousin. She
was older than Nelly, and had a good many playmates.
While Nelly was there, Emma had a tea-party, and invited her
little friends. Nelly enjoyed it very much, and after she went home,
wanted to have a party of her own.
"But," said her mamma, whom will you invite .?"
Oh, I don't know," replied Nelly. "I can find somebody, I
think. And I'll have my dolls."
Nelly had three dolls, -Maria Louisa, Victoria, and Cinderella.
Then she had a little dog named Frisk, and three cats. Snowdrop
was the mother, and Punch and Judy were kittens. Nelly thought
that with all of them she could have quite a party.
Her mamma gave her some cookies and milk. She picked a
bouquet of daisies and buttercups for her table. Maria Louisa and
Victoria were taking their afternoon nap when they were invited,
but Cinderella was nowhere to be found. It took Nelly some time

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to remember where she had her last. And where do you think
it was? Up in the old apple-tree! Then Nelly called Frisk
and Snowdrop, and of course Punch and Judy came running
So they went to Nelly's little play-house. They all had to sit on
the ground except Victoria, who had a high chair. They soon ate
up the refreshments, and as only
Nelly could talk, the party did not
last long.
0 mamma," said Nelly, it was
such a funny party;
Frisk wanted all
the cake, and while
I was talking to m.
Maria Louisa and
Victoria, Punch '
and Judy drank -
up all the milk.
Then poor Cinde-
rella rolled down
the bank, but Frisk
brought her back
again. I don't be-
lieve Snowdrop had
a mouthful to eat.
And I'd rather1i-
have my supper
with you."
"Well," said mamma, "now go put your dollies to bed, and
then have a good run with Frisk. By the time you come back
supper will be ready, and I'll tell you a story."


DICK was a very large and heavy rooster. He was pure white,
with wings and tail tipped with black.
A few years ago he had some grandchildren. After the mother
hen had brooded them long enough she forsook them, and went to
roost with the other hens. The young ones wandered about, not
knowing what to think of it. Dick saw that they were left to them-
selves. He stalked up to them, and acted so fatherly that the
chickens, after a while,
S" took refuge under his
It was amusing to
see how tenderly he
eyed them and covered
them with his large
wings. They were
glad of a shelter, and
liked him for taking
pity on them. For a
long time before he
had been in the habit
of picking bugs and
worms for them.
After the mother left
them he fed them better
still, and they followed him all day.
Every night they crept close to him or
under his wings. Was he not good to the
orphans? We always liked him better aftei
that. Dick was very tame. He would eat from our hands any
time, and allow us to lift him whenever we chose. We kept him
till he was old and lame; and when he died, some genuine tears
were shed by one who loved him.
M. E. MoKEE.


HURRY hurry hurry !
Don't you see the sun,
Pretty Morning-Glories, -
Work not yet begun


Don't you know the morning
Is your little hour,
And how soon you're drooping
If a cloud should lower?

Open quick your petals
Swift to greet the day.
Higher! higher! higher!
.Catch the first bright ray.

So be up and doing,
Children of the sun;
For your chief adorning
All his beams are spun.



MAURICE KITTREDGE is a little boy eight years old. He lives in
the Sandwich Islands, where it is warm, and where the grass grows
all the year round. Maurice has never seen any real snow, or a
real sled, but he has seen pictures, and he thought he could make a
sled. So one day he went into the shed by himself and was busy
a long time with a hammer, some nails, and some old boards.
At last his mother, who was sitting on the veranda with her sew-
in'. heard a roueh noise on the floor. Then she
s]wv Ma1uri. e oming allng, dragging some-
tin .- belhinl-d lilia .
thig behi h"What would
.-N you call this,
mamma? said
he. His mamma
looked at it a
S good while, and
then she said she
thought it might
be a sled.
S" Yes," said Mau-
werie she, "it is." He was
"- -y uch pleased that his
,- m.,ilheir had guessed right.
"But where are you
going to coast?" asked his mother.
I do not know," said Maurice, rather sadly, unless I take the
front stairs." His mother thought that two or three round trips
would spoil the stair carpet. But she said if he really wished it, he
might try the front doorsteps.
It had been raining, and the steps were quite slippery. Maurice
started bravely down. He sat firmly on the sled, held on to the rope,
and then down he went, bump, bump, bump, to the ground. There
were seven steps in all. Just then his father went by and stopped
to watch him.
Don't you find it rather hubbly, Maurice ? asked he, with a
smile. But Maurice did not give up till he had gone down the steps


a good many times. Once he fell off, but he was too brave to cry.
When his father came in to dinner he asked Maurice what he
thought of coasting.
Pooh," said Maurice, I do not think much of it. I have tried
it now, and I do not see why our cousins in America think there is
so much fun in it."


WHEN I first saw Tommie, his little round head was sticking out
of a gentleman's coat-pocket.
Me is~-s

Here, Miss Jean," said the gentleman, I have brought a little
prairie-dog for you to tame and pet."
I was glad, and thanked my friend very kindly. Tommie's home
was a hole in the ground, and there he lived with an owl and a
rattlesnake. The gentleman had caught him by pouring water in
the hole. Tommie ran out to keep from being drowned.


I tied him to a little stake in the yard and carried him some bread
and water. In a few days he knew me well. He would stand on
his hind feet and bark whenever I came near.
He was a very active little fellow, and was
never still ex- cept when asleep, or when I
scratched his -..head. Often when sleepy he
would dart up mysleeve, nestle on my shoulder,
1 and sleep there for an hour.
SWhen he became very tame, I
S. untied the string and let him go
.':' where he pleased. The house
Swas on a farm, and sometimes
,I- he would wander a quarter of
.e'- *ifU K a mile away. I would stand on
Si the porch and call "Tommie,"
A-~:_- *and he would return, jumping
and barking all the way.
One day he ate too much
''- squash and it made him sick.
F"!;N I found him standing on his
hind feet, with one hand on his
fat little stomach and the other on his head. He looked like a
dejected little old gentleman. He never ate squash again.
When it was cold he would stand by the fire and warm his hands
like a little boy. When I left my former home I brought him with
me; but he soon died. I was very sorry, and missed him very


ONCE there 'was a little lad,
Long time ago.
A bright new cent was all he had, -
'T was not much, you know.
The little lad walked out one day;
He met a small maid on the way;
He saw a tear drop from her eye,
And full of pity questioned why,
Long time ago, long time ago.

Pulled out his bright

The little maid at once replied,
Long time ago,
"It is for bread that I have cri
0 dear, oh !"
Quick as a wink the gallant la
Whose heart for that small mai


d was sad,

cent, and said,
"Don't cry, miss, I will
buy you bread,"
Long time ago, long
time ago.

As soon as said, the deed ) L.
was done,
Long time ago.
He gave his penny for a
A penny bun, you
know. ,t
And what a happy lad
was he A,
And what a happy lass -
was she !
His loss was gain to that small maid,
And, "Thank you kindly, sir! she said,
Long time ago, long time ago.




EDDY and John had some pretty rabbits for pets. They were so
kind to the rabbits that they became very tame, and learned some
funny tricks.
By and by Eddy and John asked their friends to come and see a
hurdle race run by their rabbits. The race-course was a ditch
which the boys had made, leading from the rabbit hutch quite a
sweep around, and back.

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Across the ditch, at short spaces, some little sticks were placed.
When all were ready to see the race, Eddy raised the door of the
hutch, and whistled. Out came the rabbits, hopping along as fast
as they could go. They jumped over each stick as they came to it;
this made it a hurdle race, you see.
Round the course they went, and back into their house again.
How the friends did laugh and clap their hands! It was a funny
sight. You may be sure the boys were asked to show off their
rabbit-race very often.


WHEN I was a little girl, grandpapa gave me a book all about
animals. How I liked that book Mamma used to read it to me,
just as your mamma reads to you.
There was a picture of one very queer animal in the book. He
was not pretty one bit. He had a big hump on his back; he had
long legs and a long neck, and such a homely head! But I used
to like to hear about him.

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He was a camel. Did you ever see a camel 1 In the countries
where camels live, the people ride on them. They cross the great
deserts of sand on the backs of camels. Do you think you would
like to ride on one 1 The little children ride in a kind of basket.
The people often travel many days in the great deserts without
finding any water. They always carry water with them in great
leather bottles. But the camels themselves can go many days with-
out water. They do not get thirsty.
I wish you could see a baby camel. A baby camel is such a
queer little thing. His body is small, and his legs are very, very
long. He has big black eyes. His hair is fluffy and yellow


It is a funny sight to see the camels eat. The driver spreads a
cloth on the ground and pours the grain upon it. Then all the
camels sit down on the ground around the cloth and eat. It is just
like a picnic.
They behave very well at their table. They bend their long
necks down to the grain. They look as if they were bowing
politely to each other. Sometimes a camel feels cross and will not
eat at all. Do you ever feel so cross that you cannot eat ?


ToMMY, as we call our cat, was born out in the stable. But he did
not care to stay in his nursery with the horses. When he was quite
a wee kitten he began to follow us about the garden.
As he grew stronger and bigger he would run quite a long way
after us. When we went for a walk through the fields on summer
evenings he used to follow till he was tired, and then he would sit
down and say, Mew, mew," which meant, Please carry me, some


one." If no one would carry him he would sit there till. we came
back, and then follow us to the house.
Who could help liking such a dear cat He became such a pet
that we soon took him into the house altogether. He generally sits
all day long just in front of the fire when it is cold. He is very


6' IMew of es I itie, and
e :l likes t,:, sit i l her lap
land rul his dhieal aillt her
chin, and then he sings his song,
"Purr, purr. At meal-times he sits close to auntie's side and watches
her. When he thinks she has been eating long enough he says
Mew," which means, I think it is my turn now." He knows,
the sly fellow, that he will get a bit off her plate when she has


Tommy keeps himself very nice. He wears a gray fur coat, and
a gray fur cap to match, with clean white shirt and stockings.
But I am sorry to say that he does not grow better as he grows
older. He is very fond of catching the poor little dicky birds in the
trees; but he never dares to touch the chickens, for he knows the
mother hens would peck him.
Lately Tommy has become a great thief. One day the cook was
preparing some pigeons for
dinner. She was called away
for a minute, and when she
S- came back one of the pigeons
was gone. She guessed who
was the thief, and ran out
of the kitchen, Then she
saw Tommy jumping out of
an open window with the
pigeon in his mouth.
a Sometimes he fights, too.
hisA f little while ago we did
not see him for two or three
days. One stormy morning he
came crawling in, wet through,
Switch his fur coat all brushed the
.wr, g way. Both his ears were
torn, and great scratches were all over
his face. One eye was quite closed up, and he was so lame that he
could just manage to crawl to the kitchen fire.
He scarcely left the front of the fire for days, and did not wash
his face once for a whole week. But he is quite well again now,
has grown very big and fat, and puts on a clean shirt every day.


THREE dogs went out for a promenade
All on a summer's day;
There was Mr. Dog, and Mrs. Dog,
And little Doggie Tray.

Old Papa Dog wore a stovepipe hat,
And a button-hole bouquet,
And a bamboo cane, and a gold watch-chain,
And a suit of parson gray.

And Mamma Dog had a new silk gown,
And a bonnet trimmed with blue,
And a high-heeled boot on each dainty foot,
And a brooch and bracelets, too.


Wee Baby Dog had a round Scotch cap,
And a kilt way down to his knee,
And satin bows all over his clothes,
And pockets, one, two, three.

And as they walked down the crowded street
They were proud as proud could be,
For they were dressed in their very best,
As every one could see.

But a mischievous cat on the sidewalk stood,
No coat, no hat had she;
So she laughed at the dress and the pompousness
Of the dog and his family.

Mr. Dog growled deep, and sprang at the cat
And chased her up and down,
With an angry cry, and a flashing eye,
Throughout the wondering town.

But he tripped in his haste againstt a big round stone
And fell in the slippery street;
And when he arose, lo! his stylish clothes
Were mud from head to feet.

And Mrs. Dog, when she saw his plight,
With horror swooned away,


And sank right down, with her silken gown,
On a heap of soft red clay.

Wee Baby Dog was in sad distress;
He sought for his 'cap in vain;
His kilt was torn, he was all forlorn,
And his tears fell down like rain.

But the roguish cat at her fireside sat
And thought of her fun that day;
And she jumped and danced, and purred and pranced,
At the doggies running away.


MARK always went to the post-office at noon on his way home
from school, and May always met him by the elm-tree.
One day the two children came running into the house, calling,
" 0 mamma, come quick and see what we have got!"
"Well, Mark, what is it?" mamma asked, as she came into the
We don't know. It came in the mail, and it's directed to Mark
and May Arwine. What do you suppose it is ? Who could have
sent it ?" The children
danced around the table,
'l;f on which lay a small
square box.
S" I think I know who
sent it," Mrs. Arwine
Said, smiling. What
it is, I cannot tell. The
quickest way to find out
will be to open the box."
So u'Iik cult the strings. May looked on,
getting hl -r ,Ioad o much in his way that the
scissors ailmnost went into her eyes.
When he took off the cover something hopped
up in her face. She screamed with fright, and even Mark jumped
quickly out of the way.
Why, mamma," he exclaimed, it's alive. It's like a toad; but
see what queer bunches it has on its head, like little horns."
The toad sat perfectly still after its first jump, and May came a
little nearer.
Will he bite, mamma, or poison us ? she asked.
"No, May, I don't think he will bite. Papa must have sent him
from Wyoming. Don't you remember he told us about the horned
toads they had there ? "
Oh yes! mamma, that's it! What a funny fellow he is! How
can we keep him ? "
What shall we call him ?"


"What will he eat ? "
"Wait," mamma said, one question at a time. I think you had
better put him in the box now, and come to dinner. I have been
waiting for you some time."
All right, mamma; I should think the toad would be hungry,
too. He has been waiting a good while for his dinner."
After dinner mamma gave the children an old bird-cage to keep
their pet in. They gave him a good meal of flies and bread-crumbs,
which he seemed to like very much.
They talked of a great many names for him, but at last called
him Joe. The last time I heard from them Joe was very tame and
knew his name. He was a great pet with all the children in the


SUCH a doll as little Pinky
Fairweather had given to her
on her birthday, hardly any-
body ever saw! It was a
baby doll, and wore long
clothes. Her aunt made it .V .C.
a lace cap, with cunning
little blue satin ribbons run
through it. It had a white -
merino blanket all bound '
around with blue, to match,
and ever so many things.
Then it had a bassinet to
sleep in, instead of a com-
mon cradle. When she
laid it down, it would shut
its large blue eyes, just like the sleepiest baby in the world.
Every day when Pinky went out to walk she carried Dolly.


Sometimes she drew her in a tiny carriage. The carriage blanket
was blue, with white stars on it. Pinky's aunt said it was the
prettiest doll's blanket ever seen. But Pinky liked best to carry

Dolly in her arms. She thought her long white robes all trimmed
with lace looked almost like a real little baby, and she herself
like a real little mother. Sometimes she would overhear another
little girl say in the street:


0 mamma, see what a beautiful dolly "
Then Pinky was very proud indeed. She always walked an extra
block after that, in hopes of hearing it again.
Perhaps Pinky was too proud. Perhaps she forgot about the
hundreds of poor little girls who have no dolls at all, not even a
rag-baby. I don't know. But this is what happened. The doll
fell out of her lap one
day, and broke its nose.
Pinky shed cupfuls of
tears, and ran off to her .
aunt for comfort.. .
"Never mind," said/ [,
aunty; and she sent for -';
some strong cement.
Then she put dolly's -
nose in the oven, and
heated it very hot.
After this the cement
was rubbed on, and the _
nose pressed closely
on to Dolly's face again. -
By this time Pinky -
had stopped crying,
and she laid Dolly
away in the sun to dry.
Don't you move the leastest bit," said Pinky to her. If you
do, your nose will,never grow on in the world."
Dolly seemed to understand, and kept quite still, although the
hot sun streamed full into her poor little face.
After a long time, aunty took her up and painted over the crack,
but it always looked like a scar.
Then Pinky sometimes overheard another little girl say:
What a pity that beautiful doll got its nose broke! But it
served Pinky Fairweather right, she was so proud."

Words by GEORGE S. BURLEIGH. Music by T. CBA~uIrPO.

1. Bumble-bee, or humble bee, What is this you say to me? Rumble dumble! Let me tumble
2. Ho, you rumble bumble bee In the mossy field I see Where you've hidden, unfor bidden,


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All your rose-leaves ; never grumble, House and honey should be free Humble bumble grumble bee,
All the stores you took unchidden, Gold en dust and honey free; Cease to grumble, bumble-bee I

Take your fill and let me see Where your funny jars of hon ey, And the house you stole from bunny,
Build your own house honestly I Mole and squirrel, if it were ill To be robbed, behold your quarrel


And its ba by cells may be. legato.
Tak en up by more than ye!
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PRETTY little Mother Hubbard,
In the park at play,
With her gown and pointed hat
All of sober gray;
And she looked so old and wise,
That I scarce believed my eyes.

Pug no longer frisked about,
For he felt the loss
Of his supper and his cake,
So was tired and cross.
And this selfish little pug
Wished himself upon his rug.

Mother Hubbard hurried home,
Saying, Mercy, me!
Pug shall have some frosted cake,
And a cup of tea."
But the cake was eaten up,
And the nurse had lost his cup.y


THE gnat builds his egg boat. The water moth, another
little creature, puts together a real canoe. It is a very curious
thing, made of bits of straw and reeds all matted together.
It is just the shape of the caterpillar that lives in it. The insect
breathes with gills just like a fish, and yet cannot swim.
So he fastens this straw and grass together, winding them all
around with his own silk. The body of the caterpillar is soft
and delicate, you know, and might get hurt if it was left exposed.
This is the reason why he covers it so carefully, all but his head.
This funny sort of
canoe is open at both
T. ends. It is so fixed
h(Tt that when the grub
is tired of sailing he
can sink down upon
the sand. Reaching
t out of the upper end
v are his six little feet,
with which he drags
his small boat after
!him whenever he
wants to get his
dinner or put up
for the night. After several days he not only creeps out of
this strange house, but out of his skin, at the same time taking on
moth wings.
Many people call these queer creatures "laddis worms." If you
hunt for them with your young eyes, you can find these little nests
of stone, and gravel, and leaves, made by the grubs, though they
are very small. They seem to have great taste in fixing them.
You should see the houses they make of fresh leaves, curiously put
together. They hang from their shoulders like so many wings.
They are even more like a bud just ready to open.


SThese pretty cases of leaves re glued together, leaving an open-
ing at its top just large enough for the little creatures to put out
their head and shoulders when they want to look about for food;
others of the same species cut pieces of reed or wood into lengths
or strips, and join them together as they go on with their work.
They use a certain kind of cement, which is better able to stand
water than any ever made by man. And they often finish up the
whole by putting a broad piece, longer than all the rest, overhead,
to shade the doorway, so that no one shall see them work. Some
of these funny grubs break off bits of the stems of rushes, which,
you know, grow in the water, and weave them into a sort of round
ball. Then they hang them together on the stem of some other
water plant, making a little cell in the middle to live in. Some use
tiny shells even, with snails and other animals alive in them. They
keep these poor things just as if they were in prison, and drag
them all about with them.



SHE came to us when the skies were gray,
And the leaves were whirling down;
When over the fields the hoar-frost lay,
And the grass was turning brown.

She must have come from some summer-land
Where the trees are always green,
Where birds sing gayly on every hand,
And where frosts are never seen;

For since her coming, that autumn day,
We take no note of the skies:
If they are clouded, we turn away
To watch the blue of her eyes.

The sun may shine, or the sun may hide,
But why should we care, forsooth?
Unfailing treasures of light abide
In the heart of Baby Ruth.

So low I kneel at her dimpled feet.
So earnest I am the while,


I seem a suitor, bent to entreat
The grace of his lady's smile.

But my little maid with laughing eyes
Looks, questioning, down at me,
With a face alight with coy surprise
And a smile of baby glee.

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Ah, little one, gift of God art thou!
The swift months may come and go;
With us it is always summer now,
And life's sweetest blossoms blow.


HARRY'S father had an old white horse. His name was Jack.
But he liked apples so well that they called him Apple-Jack. He
would eat them out of Harry's little fat hand, and nod his head, as
if he was saying, Thank
you, thank you! Give
s I c me another."
Se Bridget said she wished
the horse was dead. She
could never keep an apple
in the kitchen to make a
pie, or a pudding, or any-
thing. She thought she
should be obliged to lock
edl. them up. Harry did not
really believe she would.
But one day he went into
the closet where the
apples were kept. Sure
enough, she had locked
them up in a strong box.
The little boy was very
much vexed, and began
looking about to see what
else he could find to give
the old white horse. Everything had been put away. He was
just going out ready to cry, when he saw Bridget's new knitted
dishcloth that mamma had made for her.
Oh," he cried, here's Apple-Jack's net." And he took it, and
went off with it to the stable. The horse knew Harry, and seemed
to love him. When the little fellow climbed up to his shaggy white
head, and fitted Bridget's dishcloth carefully about his ears, he
was quite proud, and turned around to see if the other horses noticed
what a nice hat he had on. The next morning there was a great


inquiry to know what had become of the new dishcloth. Harry
heard them asking, but he thought he had only taken what belonged
to the horse. It looked to him very much like Apple-Jack's net.
In the course of the day the horse was eating the grass in the
yard. Bridget thought she saw something that looked like her new
dishcloth. iShe looked again. It was very strange. Then she went
to the door to see plainer. Yes, there it was on the old horse's
head, her beautiful dishcloth that she only washed the china with !

Out she went, and ran after the horse with such fury that he
kicked up his heels. He took to the road, with Bridget after him, in
a way that made everybody laugh. Once or twice she had almost
got it, and then Apple-Jack was off swifter than ever. On, on they
went, till the overhanging trees by the roadside caught the net and
lifted it far out of Bridget's reach.
She was obliged to leave it waving in the wind, and it may
possibly be there now. She says it's a pretty pass if she's got to
lock up even the dishcloths, to keep them away from an old white
horse that's neither fit to ride, nor in the cart to draw."



OH, papa, see what a great ugly toad Do get a stick
and kill him before he gets away," said little Tommy Gray,
as he was walking in the garden with his father.
Why do you wish him killed 1 asked his father.
Oh, because he is such an ugly thing, and I am afraid
he will eat up everything in the garden. You know we
killed several bugs and worms which we found here last
evening. I am sure this toad is much worse than they."
"We killed the bugs and worms because they were
destroying our flowers and vegetables. This poor toad never
destroys a plant of any kind about the place. Besides, he
is one of our best friends. These insects that are doing so
much harm in our garden are just what he uses for his food.
I have no doubt that he kills more of them every day than
we did last evening. If you can find a live bug, place it
near him and see what he will do."
Tommy looked about, and soon found three bugs, which
he placed near the toad, and then stood back a short dis-
tance to see the result. Soon the bugs began to move
away. The toad saw them, and made a quick forward motion


of his head. He darted out his tongue and instantly drew
them, one by one, into his mouth. Tommy clapped his
hands with delight.
How can such a clumsy-looking fellow use his head and
tongue so nim-
bly ? said Tom- o 7 ''
my; and he ran
off to find more -- ....
food for him. I | : 1.

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The next even-
ing Tommy went A2. /--. "
again into the
garden, and soon found the object of his search ready for his
supper. At first the toad was shy, but he soon learned to sit
still while Tommy placed the food near him. Then he would
dart out his tongue and eat the bugs while Tommy was
close by. Finding that the boy did not hurt him, he soon
lost all fear and became a great pet. Tommy named him
Humpy, and says he would not have him killed now for


Buzz and Bess were at the sea-shore for the summer. All day
long they played and played until the sun went down. Buzz liked
to play with the little girls; Bess was his sister.
One day they found a boat on the beach. They thought it would
be nice to send it to China. They
had heard something about China
being across the sea. Their Sun-
day-school teacher told them of
poor little children, also, who lived
over the sea.
Of course they all live in China,"
said Bess.
"Yes, there is n't any more over
the sea but China," said Flossie.
"Let us borrow this boat and
send them something nice."
"So we will," said Buzz, "some-
thing good to eat."
SSomething to keep for ever and
ever," added Flossie.
The children all went home to get something for the poor China
children. Flossie brought a doll and some peaches. Bess had her
little arms full of blocks and books. Buzz brought two old tops, a
Chinese puzzle, and some doughnuts.
Won't they be pleased said Flossie, clapping her hands.
We must send them a letter," said Bess.
And write our names," added Buzz.
Bess ran for some paper.
"You must write it, Flossie, f6r you make the best letters." So
Flossie wrote: -
DEER CHINA CHILDERN, We ar sorry for u and send u sum of
our things. We live in Boston.


The children put the letter where it would keep dry. They
pinned it in the doll's dress. Then they pushed the boat away from
the shore, and saw it float off.
"It's most to China now," said Bess, "so let's go and play


"It's only out to Egg Rock," said Flossie. But they played
church, and soon forgot the China children.
The next morning, while the little friends slept, an old fisherman
found the boat. It was drifting out to sea. He laughed when he
saw the toys. He carried them home to his children.
His little girl found the letter. When the fisherman's wife read
it she said, Bless their dear little hearts! They have made my
children just as happy as any China children could be."

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IF I were a little bird,
I'd sing my sweetest song;
I'd take a journey to the sky,
And frolic all day long.

If I were a pussy-cat,
I 'd chase the rats and
And have sweet cream
Sfor supper,
And everything that 's

If I were a tiny mouse,
I'd gnaw the soft new
When Tabby was n't in
the way,
I'd do just as I please.

But I am a little boy
Just learning what to
And every day, it seems to me,
I find out something new.

I get up in the morning
And play with Tom and Nell;
But when I am as old as they,
I'11 go to school as well.

I'm very little, to be sure,
But then I 'm only four;
And some day I '11 be older,
And know a great deal more.


SALLY GROVES was very fond of gay dress. When her father
brought her a pretty pair of red shoes with red strings she was
greatly pleased. "But then," she said to herself, "how much
prettier they would
be with yellow i
strings! I wonder
papa did n't think
of it."
Sally had a few
pennies in her
money-box. She
ran to the shop and
got some bright
yellow ribbon for
strings and bows.
When she had trimmed her shoes
they looked gay enough. They were
too gay, her mother thought.
Sally had been taught to obey -
her father and mother without fret-
ting or pouting. When her mother
told her how much neater and prettier
red strings looked in red shoes, she
drew them out with just a little sigh.
While she was holding them in
her hand, the door-bell rang. Sally
ran to the door. A poor old man
with a wooden leg was standing on the steps.
My dear little miss, will you please give me a piece of bread ?
I have walked a long way this morning, and have had no breakfast."
"Oh, I 'm so sorry for you!" said Sally. But take these pretty
strings. They are much better than a bit of bread. Mamma says I
am not old enough to wear them. I'm sure you are. Do take


Pushing them into the man's hand, she shut the door. He thanked
her. As he put them into his pocket, he thought he would rather
have had something to eat.
The roads were very muddy. At the next crossing he saw a lady
holding one of her clogs in her hand. It was before rubber shoes

were used. The string had broken, and she was wondering how
she should cross the muddy road.
The old man hobbled up to her as fast as he could. Can't I
help you, madam? I have these yellow shoestrings. They were
given me by a little girl just now."


Thank you, my good man. I shall be very glad of them."
Laying down his crutch, the old man put the string into her clog,
and then tied it firmly on her foot.
While he was doing it, the lady
looked at him. His clothes were
poor, but were neat and clean.
She thanked him, and i puta shilling
into his hand. She told him
where she lived, and asked him to
call the next day. -With t~
shilling he got a good '
breakfast. As he "
thought of the little d"
girl who had given
him the shoestrings,--
he said to himself, -
"Yes, indeed, they
were better than a .
bit of bread." '
He had reason for many years to think of little Sally Groves, and
the yellow shoestrings. The kind lady he had helped to cross the
muddy road gave him constant work about her house and garden.
She had a nice room fitted up for him over the tool-house. As long
as he lived the old man had a good home and good friends.
You may be sure he did n't forget to call and tell Sally Groves of
his good fortune.


THE speckled hen clucked on her nest,
And in the egg beneath her breast
A chicken stirred. "0 dear said he,
" If something now would set me free "
The egg had never seemed so small, -
He had no space to move at all, -
" And no one cares," thought he, or knows
How close the walls about me close."
He felt so small, and lone, and weak !
But at the shell he struck his beak;
" For I must help myself," said he,
" Or else I never shall get free."

Peck, peck He tried his utmost might;
The shell had never seemed so tight;
He might as well give up; fall back;
No, no Peck, peck! He heard a crack !
Peck, peck! Half pleased and half afraid,
He saw that he a hole had made !
Peck, peck "I must be brave," said he,
" Or else I never shall get free I "


Peck, peck At last, beyond a doubt,
He found his head was coming out!
Peck, peck Peck, peck! Oh, was it true ?
The prison shell had burst in two !
Off came the hen with speckled breast,
Out came the chickens from the nest;
Cluck, cluck The mother led the way

Into the new world glad and gay;
The green leaves danced, the sky was blue,
The springing grass was gemmed with dew;
The air was warm, the sunshine bright,
Loud peeped the chicken with delight.
" But I should never have been free,
Had I not helped myself," said he.


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CHUCKY was his name. It may seem a funny name for a poor
little orphan woodchuck; but that is what we called him when he
came to live at our house. When he was very little we built him a
house. It was a box with slats nailed across the front and sides.
He was very much afraid of Rover; and the dog, thinking he was
no better than any other woodchuck, would bark at him. He
wanted to give him a good shaking for coming to live at "The
Elms." After we had scolded him and told him not to touch,
he finally let little Chucky alone. Still he looked very crossly at
him as Chucky poked his little brown nose through the bars of his
Chucky grew rapidly, and soon found that his house was too
small for him. He told us so by gnawing at the slats. We let him
out, and he went to live under the wood-shed.
He was a roguish little fellow, and enjoyed playing with Kitty
Tom very much. But he was shy of Rover, and showed his dislike
by snapping his teeth at him.


One day a "picture-man," as Neddie called him, stopped at our
house to dinner. As he was about starting away, Charlie exclaimed,
"Oh, let's have Chucky's picture taken So he ran and caught
little Chucky, and put him up in Neddie's high-chair.
At first Chucky was frightened and wanted to jump down, but
Charlie fed him with clover-tops and kept him still. The picture-

man peeped through his glass and said, "All right!" We all held
our breath during the few seconds that followed. We were afraid
Chucky would get tired of keeping still. Soon, however, the man
said Enough and we sprang to take little Chucky from his high
The picture looked exactly like our funny little pet, and we were
very proud of it.
Charlie said he never heard of a woodchuck having his picture
taken before. He thought Chucky must be the first one ever hon-
ored in that way.


GRANDMA says we little witches
Make her drop so many stitches,
Laughing, till she fairly shakes,
At our pranks; but she mistakes -
For when I brought my little basket
(Just myself, she did n't ask it),
To hunt her stitches on the floor
(A dozen dropped, she said, or more),
There wasn't one, that I could find!
Poor grandma must be getting blind. y
S. D.


ONE day the hired man went into the apple orchard, with knife
and saw, to prune the trees. Little Frank got permission to go with
him. While at his work the man came to a large tree that had been
neglected for several
years. It
hadl a Ilair-e
dead limb
that had be-
gull to) dtCaV. .

He was about to saw it off, when he found a hole in one side of it.
Peeping in, he saw a woodpecker's nest with five little blue eggs in
it. He called Frank and lifted him so he could see the eggs, and
then told him he would pull out the nest and eggs and give them to
Oh, don't do that!" cried Frank. "See, the poor bird is crying
now. It is her little home that she has worked so hard to make."
But I must saw off the limb," said the man. It has begun to
rot, and is spoiling the tree. I don't think your father would be
willing for me to leave it."
I am sure papa would n't care. If you will wait a few minutes,
I will go and ask him. I see him now, walking in the garden."


Frank ran to his father, and after a few moments of earnest talk
came running back, saying, Papa says we can leave the limb till
after the birds have hatched and left the nest."
So the bird's little mossy home remained unharmed, and Frank
felt all the deeper interest in it because he had saved it. He visited
the tree every morning to watch the mother bird. One day he
came just in time to see the little ones leave the nest. How happy
the mother was to see her little ones able to fly! Frank felt truly
glad that he had saved the home of this happy little family.


IT was the funniest picnic you ever saw. We went in an ox-cart.
There were fifteen of us.. Old uncle Joe drove. Two great oxen
drew us. We stopped at the Mill Bridge, under a beech-tree, by a
spring, and ate our lunch. The girls had a swing, and the boys all
went swimming about a mile off.
A rain came up. We huddled under the cart, except four boys
who got under the oxen, and tried to make us believe it was nicer
than under the cart. They even wanted some of us girls to crawl
under the oxen too the idea When the rain stopped, we got in
the cart again, and Uncle Joe made Romulus and Remus (those


were the names of the steers) go home as fast as they could. And
we could not sit down, for the cart was all wet. The boys whistled
and were noisy. Some of us caught colds and had to take medi-

cine, and wished we had not gone. The others said it was just
splendid. It was a funny picnic, and the best part of it was the
cake and the broiled chicken and the doughnuts and the sandwiches.
We slept that night just like kittens, we were so tired.
R. W. L.

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IT was a winter night. Topsy, the gray pussy, sat purring on
the kitchen hearth. Sarah sat down by the stove and warmed her
feet in the oven, before she went to bed.

Topsy was left alone. The fire went down, and the kitchen
began to grow cold. Topsy woke up. She wanted to go upstairs
and jump into Sarah's bed.
So she tried to open the door with her paw; but Sarah had
latched it.
Topsy mewed with vexation. She went back to her place on the


hearth. The moon shone into the room. Topsy saw the oven door
open. She purred at this. "I have it now," she meant; I '11 sleep
snug and warm."
Into the oven she crept. She rolled herself into a ball, put her
head on her paws, and purred herself to sleep.
Next morning, Sarah came down before light. It was washing-
day, and she was in a hurry. She shut the oven door, and did not
see Topsy. Then she made her fire.
Topsy's bedroom began to prove too warm. Poor little cat! She
tried to push the door open; but she could not. "Mew, mew," she
cried. The fire snapped and crackled, and Sarah did not hear her.
She scratched the door, and mewed as loud as she could.
Spot, the little dog, ran in from the barn. He wanted his break-
fast. "Mew, mew," cried Topsy. Spot heard her. Bow, wow,
wow," barked Spot. He pulled Sarah's dress with his teeth. He
ran to the stove, and looked at Sarah, and barked. She came, and
opened the oven door.
Out jumped a very smutty pussy. She was a very glad pussy,
though; and she rubbed herself against Spot, and purred. It was
pussy's way of thanking him.
Afterwards, Sarah looked in the oven mornings before she made
her fire.


r..:1`,0,'", OVER thie fields- here bhllakl m ?rr triv.
'" Two little maidens are raiiibling to-day.

Black eyes and blue eyes bent to the ground,
Searching each nook where a berry is found.

Little brown fingers stained to the tips;
Sweeter than berries the soft rosy lips.

Gayly they chatter, the wee maidens sweet,
Wild rose and daisy beneath the small feet.

Brown curls and golden almost entwined,
As two little maidens one berry must find.

Under the sunny skies, laugh as you go
Over the fields where the blackberries grow.

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You ought to see Arch, the colored fiddler of his county, and of
many counties around, in old Virginia.
He has many friends, old and young, rich and poor, white and
colored. All look pleased when Arch is coming. He has white
teeth, and a merry smile. He can dance and sing as well as any of
the young folks.
He carries his violin, "Old Susan," as he calls it, in a cloth bag.
When he is playing, he talks to it as if it were alive. No one can
dance a jig like Arch. When he is singing comic songs, he enters
into them with all his heart.
Not long ago he was getting into a buggy with a loaded gun in
his hand. The gun went off and shot him in the arm. It will be
some time before he can play again. Everybody is sorry. Many
people go to see him and carry him nice things. A gentleman who
was near by put him in his carriage and took him home. We hope,
as the wound is slight, we shall soon see Arch's merry face again.

Words by M. E. N. HATHEWAY.
Grczioso. P

Music by T. CRAMPTON.

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1. What does it mean when the goldfinch flies
2. What does it mean when the crickets chirp, And

Over the hills, singing sweet and clear? When violets peep through the blades of grass? These are the signs that
off to the south-land the wild geese steer? When apples are falling and nuts are brown ? These are the signs that


Spring is here. What does it mean when the berries are ripe? When butter flies flit and
Autumn is here. What does it mean when the days are short? When leaves are all gone and

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honey-bees hum ? When cat tle stand under the sha dy trees ? These are the signs that
brooks are all dumb ? When corn-fields are white with the drifting snows ? These are the signs that


Summer has come ; These are the signs that Summer has come.
Winter has come; These are the signs that Winter has come. P P

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MR. BRowN had a large farm, and a great many horses,
oxen, cows, pigs, hens, and chickens. Mrs. Brown had a cat
and kittens, and a dog. But they had no little children.
They had had a dear little girl. After they lost her, Mrs.
Brown always wanted a child in the house, wishing to do for
her what she would have done for Alice.
Last spring when she went to Boston she borrowed her
sisters three children to take home. She kept them with her
all summer. Such nice times as those children had! Alfred,
the oldest boy, said he didn't believe the man who wrote
" There's no place like home," had any Aunt Mary Ann to
Mr. Brown let them be real farmers. When he planted,
they planted their own little garden too. After the seeds
were in the ground, they watched every day for the sprouts
to appear. There were many other little eager eyes watching
the ground. No matter how early the children got up in the
morning, the crows were always ahead of them.
At last they became so very greedy that Ezra, Mr. Brown's
man, said he must rig up something to scare them away. He


took two bean-poles and crossed and tied them together near
the top. He stuck the long ends through the legs of an old
pair of trousers. A stick lashed across the other poles made
shoulders to hang a coat on. Then he stuffed out the clothes
with straw and tied a rope around the waist.
When this scarecrow" was placed in the garden and
had a ragged hat put on it, it made a frightful-looking old
fellow. The crows did n't venture to do anything more than
scold at him as they flew over the garden. Ezra named him
Brother Jonathan.
Every forenoon the children played make calls." They
would first see Mrs. Brown, who never failed to have a supply
of doughnuts or cookies to give her little visitors. Then
they would go out and call on Mr. Brown and Ezra and carry
them some sweetened water. They would always end by
going over to shake hands with Brother Jonathan, ask him
how he had slept, and what he thought the weather would
be for the day.

BABY is clad in his nightgown white,
Pussy-cat purrs a soft good-night,
And somebody tells, for somebody knows,
The terrible tale of ten little toes.




big toe took a small boy Sam
the cupboard after the jam;
little toe said, Oh no no!"
little toe was anxious to go;
little toe said, "'T is n't quite right; "
little tiny toe curled out of sight.


This big toe got suddenly stubbed;
This little toe got ruefully rubbed;
This little frightened toe cried out, "Bears!"
This little timid toe, "Run up stairs!"
Down came a jar with a loud slam! slam!
This little tiny toe got all the jam !


"LADY-BUG, Lady-bug, fly away home,
Your house is on fire, your children will burn."
Emma was softly singing the words over and over to herself.
Auntie heard her in the next room. "What is it, Emma? she called.
-.-.--. .~- .- "It's a lady-bug,
Auntie," said the little
girl, "and I've told
her to go home ever
Sand ever so many
Times, but she won't
Emma carried the
"I lady-bug carefully on
her finger in to show
Perhaps she has n't
S-: got any home, Auntie;
can't I make her one
"Yes, dear, if you
like," said Auntie.
So she found a tiny box for the lady-bug, and Emma put in a wee
soft piece of cotton-wool for a bed; and then the lady-bug had a home,
though there were no children in it.
Emma watched her new pet carefully for several days. She tried
to feed it with little crumbs of bread and small drops of water, but
the lady-bug would not touch them. She crawled about the box
sometimes, but never once offered to fly away.
One day Emma brought the box to Auntie and said sorrowfully:
"See, Auntie, dear, I think she's dead."
So she is, pet," said Auntie, putting her arm around the little girl.
"I think the lady-bug was sick at first, and that is the reason she
would not fly away when you told her."
"Oh, I don't think so, Auntie," said Emma, earnestly. "I think
that her children were on fire, and got all burned up; and now she
has died because she was so sorry for them."
"Well, darling, perhaps that is it," said Auntie.

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ONE day all the little Kittredges, who lived at the Sandwich
Islands, went down to the beach to bathe in the surf. Maurice took
his surf-board with him. He had spent a long time in the morning
getting the board ready. It was nothing, after all, but a long narrow
board rounded at one end.
Maurice had never tried to ride on a surf-board, but he had seen
the natives do it many times, and he felt sure it was great fun. He
tried to get Maude and Rose to ask him to make them some boards;
but they said they did not want any.
"What are you afraid of ?" asked Maurice. "It is just as easy
as anything."
After they were all in the water, Maurice waded out quite a long
distance. Then he waited for a big roller to come in, holding his


surf-board high in both hands just as he had seen the natives do.
Then he gave a leap on to the end of the board, and down he
went under the water, board and all. But he came up all right, and
tried it again. This time he had better luck. He was just in time
--__ to catch a lovely white
-- .---wave that came rushing
-- along, and away he went
-- ---- -.. with it, up upon the sandy
,-ow beach.
This was such capital
sport that Maurice laughed
loud and long. After this
Sr he went out again and
Stagain, and every time a
Sherry wave would catch
Shim and send him speed-
ing up to the shore. Once
__-e:_ wthe wave was too quick
for him and forced the
edge of the board against
t .: nhis chest, pounding him
cruelly. Poor Maurice
S- gave a dreadful gasp and
_- cry. He thought for a
moment he should never get his breath again. But he struggled
to the shore, and in a moment felt as well as ever, and away he went
into the waves with his surf-board again.
Maurice says now that his American cousins may say all they
have a mind to about coasting. For his part he can get all the fun
he wants on a surf-board. He says he is going to keep trying till
he can stand up on the board and ride in on the crest of a wave, as
the natives long ago used to do.


DOWN in the meadow, all the long day,
My little Bess plays among the sweet 4
She dances along with a step so light i
Over clover-tops red and violets white.
She plays bo-peep in the heaped-up hay,
She cares to do nothing but laugh and
At noontime she eats her nice lunch by
Of the brook where the bobolink comes

the brink
down to drink.

" Haw, Whitefoot! gee, Brownie!" Bess dances with glee;
She never gets tired of dancing, you see.
Here come the fat oxen with hay-cart behind.
Now rake up the hay, and, Bess, do you mind,
And not be in the way,
But rake up the- hay
With your own rake, I say,
As fast as you may."
And now on the top of the load, safe from harm,
Our Bessy rides home with papa to the barn.
F. A. H.

F .'^S'sE.*i~^~f~~


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WHAT queer little things beavers are What strange houses they
can build! They make a sort of cabin of branches of trees and
mud. The mud answers nicely for mortar.
They have large, strong teeth. When they are cutting the
branches foruse they gnaw them off with their teeth. They make the
sticks just as nearly the same length as they can. They dig up the
mud with their paws, for they are great diggers. When they are
ready to build their cabin, they use their flat tails just as masons
use a trowel. With it they spat and smooth the coat of mud as they
put it on.
The beaver's tail is very short, and well adapted to this purpose.
As the wall of the cabin rises higher, it is hard for the builder to
reach the top. What do you think he does Why, he props himself
up on it and goes on with his work.
These little creatures lead an idle sort of life during most of the
summer months, and keep by themselves; but the last of August
they form into companies and begin to cut down their timber.
The beavers always select a place for building close to a stream
of water. To get to the entrance, they must go down under the
water. In order to keep the water over the doors just high enough,
they make a perfect dam. This dam is also built of branches and
mud. For fear the branches might move and get out of place, they
fix stones upon them, sometimes of large size, to keep them down.
Do you see how they can understand all this ? If they did not
have a dam, the door of the cabin might be closed up with ice if
the water got low in the stream in winter.
In this cabin there are two little rooms. They are shaped like an
oven. The beavers live in the upper one, and in the lower they store


away their food. They eat the roots and branches
of different vegetables in the winter. They often
lay up food in very large quantities.
This wonderful little animal is about three
feet long. His tail is eleven inches long. He
uses it as a rudder in swimming, as well as a
trowel. This rudder, with his web feet, enables
him to swim much faster than he can walk.
So you see that God gives to every creature
certain tools to do his own work.

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