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+<div>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 11877 ***</div>
+<h1>The Project Gutenberg eBook, Monkey Jack and Other Stories, Edited by
+Palmer Cox</h1>
+</pre>
+<br>
+<br>
+<center><b>E-text prepared by Justin Gillbank<br>
+           and Project Gutenberg Distributed Proofreaders<br>
+           from images provided by The Internet Archive Children's Library</b></center>
+<br>
+<br>
+<HR class="full" size="5" noshade>
+<br>
+<br>
+<div class="img">
+<img width="400" height="438" src="images/mjaos01.png" id="mjaos01.png"
+ title='Title page.'
+ alt="Book title made of branches. A boy climbing on a tree branch with a young girl looking on.">
+<br><br>
+</div>
+
+<HR class="medium">
+
+<p class="title">Monkey Jack and Other Stories</p>
+
+<p class="publisher">McLoughlin Bros</p>
+<p class="publisher">New York</p>
+<br>
+<p class="publisher">Edited by Palmer Cox</p>
+
+<HR class="medium">
+<br>
+
+<div class="img">
+<img width="400" height="544" src="images/mjaos02.png" id="mjaos02.png"
+ title='Frontispiece.'
+ alt="A young boy standing in front of a large tree.">
+<br><br>
+</div>
+
+<HR class="medium">
+<br>
+
+<p class="chapter-head">MONKEY JACK</p>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<p>A lit-tle maid weeps pit-e-ous-ly,</p>
+<p class="indent">In dire dis-tress de-mand-ing aid;</p>
+<p>Her pre-cious ball is up a tree,</p>
+<p class="indent">And ev-ery boy shrinks back a-fraid.</p>
+<br>
+
+<p>It hangs a-loft, a shin-ing thing,</p>
+<p class="indent">Caught by the ve-ry top-most spray,</p>
+<p>Where slen-der branch-es ta-per-ing</p>
+<p class="indent">'Neath the light bur-den move and sway.</p>
+<br>
+
+<p>Hur-rah! he comes whom all ad-mire,</p>
+<p class="indent">Whose nim-ble legs, and lis-som back,</p>
+<p>And read-y pluck, that naught can tire,</p>
+<p class="indent">Win him the name of "Mon-key Jack."</p>
+<br>
+
+<p>See how he leaps from bough to bough</p>
+<p class="indent">To gain that most be-lov'd of balls!</p>
+<p>His out-stretch'd hand has caught it now;</p>
+<p class="indent">The branch gives way&mdash;the he-ro falls!</p>
+<br>
+
+<p>The fright-en'd chil-dren ut-ter cries,</p>
+<p class="indent">But e-ven yet he does his best;</p>
+<p>His vic-tor hand re-tains the prize,</p>
+<p class="indent">And clasps it to his faith-ful breast.</p>
+<br>
+
+<p>Laid on his bed, com-pos'd, though sad,</p>
+<p class="indent">With bro-ken leg and in-jured back,</p>
+<p>We find a lit-tle pa-tient lad,</p>
+<p class="indent">A-las, no long-er "Mon-key Jack!"</p>
+<br>
+</div>
+
+<div class="img">
+<img width="400" height="276" src="images/mjaos03.png" id="mjaos03.png"
+ title='Monkey Jack'
+ alt="A boy asleep while holding a ball and other children playing outside the window.">
+<br>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<p>With books and toys, what-e'er is best,</p>
+<p class="indent">His com-rades seek him, one and all,</p>
+<p>And shy-ly peep-ing through the rest,</p>
+<p class="indent">Poor lit-tle Ro-sa brings her ball.</p>
+<br>
+
+<p>Placed at the win-dow, day by day,</p>
+<p class="indent">While pil-lows raise his wea-ry head,</p>
+<p>His wist-ful eyes be-hold the play</p>
+<p class="indent">Which once with joy-ous heart he led.</p>
+<br>
+
+<p>And in his hand the ball is laid,</p>
+<p class="indent">And if to fling it is his whim,</p>
+<p>The sig-nal is at once obey'd,</p>
+<p class="indent">With ea-ger feet they run to him.</p>
+<br>
+</div>
+
+<div class="img">
+<img width="400" height="339" src="images/mjaos04.png" id="mjaos04.png"
+ title='Monkey Jack'
+ alt="A boy lying down being attended by three adults. Also the flashback of the boy reaching into a stream.">
+<br>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<p>But more than this they glad-ly do&mdash;</p>
+<p class="indent">Each coin they get they save with care,</p>
+<p>And Ro-sa brings her six-pence, too,</p>
+<p class="indent">To swell the splen-did treas-ure there.</p>
+<br>
+
+<p>Mon-ey can pur-chase any-thing.</p>
+<p class="indent">The hap-py chil-dren send to town,</p>
+<p>And to the crip-ple's bed they bring</p>
+<p class="indent">A sur-geon of the first re-nown.</p>
+<br>
+
+<p>Oh, beau-ti-ful tri-um-phant day!</p>
+<p class="indent">When light of heart and free from pain,</p>
+<p>The pa-tient lad has slipped away,</p>
+<p class="indent">And "Mon-key Jack" climbs trees again!</p>
+<br>
+</div>
+
+<HR class="medium">
+<br>
+
+<div class="img">
+<img width="400" height="272" src="images/mjaos05.png" id="mjaos05.png"
+ title='Little Tots'
+ alt="A group of thirteen girls clustered together in a room.">
+<br>
+</div>
+
+<div class="text">
+<p>Here are a num-ber of lit-tle tots, and what do you think they are
+do-ing? I think the lit-tle girl on her knees is pay-ing for-feits.</p>
+<br>
+</div>
+
+<HR class="medium">
+
+<p class="chapter-head">A PAIR OF FRIENDS</p>
+
+<div class="img">
+<img width="400" height="429" src="images/mjaos06.png" id="mjaos06.png"
+ title='A Pair of Friends'
+ alt="A cat drinking from a dog's dish while the dog looks on.">
+<br>
+</div>
+
+<div class="text">
+<p>Tab-by and Rover are very good friends, so that she is not at all a-fraid
+to eat out of his dish when-ev-er she has not din-ner e-nough of her own.</p>
+<br>
+</div>
+
+<HR class="medium">
+
+<p class="chapter-head">A RAIN-Y DAY</p>
+
+<div class="text">
+<p>Rain, rain, rain! How it did rain! The great drops ran down the glass in
+streams. Tom, Jack, and lit-tle Meg watched it for a long time. "O dear!"
+they said at last, "do you think it will nev-er clear? We want to go out
+and play."</p>
+<br>
+</div>
+
+<div class="img">
+<img width="400" height="248" src="images/mjaos07.png" id="mjaos07.png"
+ title='A Rainy Day'
+ alt="Three children in line marching with brooms over their sholders.">
+<br>
+</div>
+
+<div class="text">
+<p>"Why do you not go up to the gar-ret, and play?" asked their mam-ma.</p>
+
+<p>That struck them as a fine plan; and off they trooped, pound-ing up
+the bare stairs with their nois-y feet. They found three old brooms,
+and be-gan to play soldier,&mdash;Tom first, then Jack, with Meg last of
+all. The gar-ret was ver-y large; and their mam-ma could hear them
+as they tramped a-long, and could hear Tom's com-mand to right a-bout
+face when they had reached the farth-er end.</p>
+
+<p>By and by they tired of play-ing sol-dier; and then they pulled down
+some old dress-es and hats that hung on a peg, and put them on, and
+made be-lieve that they were grown peo-ple. Then, out of an old box,
+they dragged a scrap-book full of pic-tures, and sat them down to
+look them o-ver.</p>
+<br>
+</div>
+
+<div class="img">
+<img width="400" height="251" src="images/mjaos08.png" id="mjaos08.png"
+ title='A Rainy Day'
+ alt="A young girl entering a room where three children are collapsed asleep in the corner.">
+<br>
+</div>
+
+<div class="text">
+<p>Mean-time their friend Rose had come, all wrapped up, through the
+rain, to make them a call. She brought a bas-ket, in which were her
+two kit-tens.</p>
+
+<p>"The chil-dren are in the gar-ret," said their mam-ma.</p>
+
+<p>So Rose ran up to find them. She did find them; but what do you
+think?&mdash;they were fast a-sleep.</p>
+<br>
+</div>
+
+<HR class="medium">
+<br><br>
+
+<div class="img">
+<img width="400" height="575" src="images/mjaos09.png" id="mjaos09.png"
+ title='Sweet is the voice that calls'
+ alt="Mult-layer picture with a man holding a shovel in a field; some flowers; and wheelbarrow with birds nearby.">
+<br>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<p>Sweet is the voice that calls</p>
+<p>From bab-bling wa-ter-falls</p>
+<p class="indent">In mead-ows where the down-y</p>
+<p class="indent2">seeds are fly-ing,</p>
+<p>And soft the breez-es blow,</p>
+<p>And ed-dy-ing come and go,</p>
+<p class="indent">In fad-ed gar-dens where the</p>
+<p class="indent2">rose is dy-ing</p>
+<br>
+</div>
+
+<HR class="medium">
+<br>
+
+<p class="chapter-head">THE QUARREL</p>
+
+<div class="img">
+<img width="400" height="501" src="images/mjaos10.png" id="mjaos10.png"
+ title='The Quarrel'
+ alt="A girl sitting down with another girl bending down and kissing her.">
+<br>
+</div>
+
+<div class="text">
+<p>Grace and Bell have had a quar-rel. Bell was most at fault, but now she
+is ver-y sor-ry for what she has done. So she kiss-es her sis-ter, and
+the trou-ble is all o-ver.</p>
+<br>
+</div>
+
+<HR class="medium">
+<br>
+
+<p class="chapter-head">OLD WINTER</p>
+
+<div class="img">
+<img width="400" height="536" src="images/mjaos11.png" id="mjaos11.png"
+ title='Old Winter'
+ alt="Three birds arriving at a nest with two other birds during a snowstorm.">
+<br>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<p>Old Win-ter is com-ing; a-lack, a-lack!</p>
+<p class="indent">How i-cy and cold is he!</p>
+<p>He's wrapped to the heels in a snow-y white sack;</p>
+<p>The trees he has lad-en till read-y to crack;</p>
+<p>He whis-tles his trills with a won-der-ful knack,</p>
+<p class="indent">For he comes from a cold coun-tree.</p>
+<br>
+
+<p>A fun-ny old fel-low is Win-ter, I trow,</p>
+<p class="indent">A mer-ry old fel-low for glee:</p>
+<p>He paints all the no-ses a beau-ti-ful hue,</p>
+<p>He counts all our fin-gers, and pinch-es them too;</p>
+<p>Our toes he gets hold of through stock-ing and shoe;</p>
+<p class="indent">For a fun-ny old fel-low is he.</p>
+<br>
+
+<p>Old Win-ter is blow-ing his gusts a-long,</p>
+<p class="indent">And mer-ri-ly shak-ing the tree:</p>
+<p>From morn-ing to night he will sing us his song,</p>
+<p>Now moan-ing and short, now bold-ly and long;</p>
+<p>His voice it is loud, for his lungs are so strong,</p>
+<p class="indent">And a mer-ry old fel-low is he.</p>
+<br>
+
+<p>Old Win-ter's a rough old chap to some,</p>
+<p class="indent">As rough as ev-er you'll see.</p>
+<p>"I with-er the flow-ers when-ev-er I come,</p>
+<p>I qui-et the brook that went laugh-ing a-long,</p>
+<p>I drive all the birds off to find a new home</p>
+<p class="indent">I'm as rough as rough can be."</p>
+<br>
+
+<p>A cun-ning old fel-low is Winter, they say,&mdash;</p>
+<p class="indent">A cun-ning old fel-low is he:</p>
+<p>He peeps in the crev-i-ces day by day,</p>
+<p>To see how we're pass-ing our time a-way,</p>
+<p>And mark all our do-ing from so-ber to gay;</p>
+<p class="indent">I'm a-fraid he is peep-ing at me!</p>
+<br>
+</div>
+
+<HR class="medium">
+<br>
+
+<div class="img">
+<img width="400" height="339" src="images/mjaos12.png" id="mjaos12.png"
+ title='Cat'
+ alt="An angry cat with its paw stuck in a wicker rodent trap.">
+<br><br>
+</div>
+
+<HR class="medium">
+<br>
+
+<p class="chapter-head">THE HARD LESSON</p>
+
+<div class="img">
+<img width="400" height="320" src="images/mjaos13.png" id="mjaos13.png"
+ title='The Hard Lesson'
+ alt="A young girl crying while another girl and their teacher looks on.">
+<br>
+</div>
+
+<div class="text">
+<p>"I can nev-er, nev-er learn it," said Bell; and she burst in-to tears.</p>
+
+<p>"Car-rie has learned it," said Miss Gray; "and I am sure you can. Try,
+try a-gain."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, Bell," said Car-rie; "and then per-haps we can have a romp in
+the hay-field. You will have to hur-ry, for the men are cart-ing it
+in-to the barn."</p>
+
+<p>Thus urged, Bell made a fresh ef-fort; and soon the les-son was learned
+and re-cit-ed.</p>
+
+<p>Off scam-pered the two girls to the hay-field. Soon Miss Gray fol-lowed,
+but there was noth-ing to be seen of them. She looked all a-bout, and at
+last walked up to the man who was load-ing the hay on the cart.</p>
+<br>
+</div>
+
+<div class="img">
+<img width="400" height="285" src="images/mjaos14.png" id="mjaos14.png"
+ title='The Hard Lesson'
+ alt="Two men working on a hay wagon with a woman asking a question of them.">
+<br>
+</div>
+
+<div class="text">
+<p>"Can you see an-y thing of two lit-tle girls from where you are?" she
+asked.</p>
+
+<p>"I don't see them," he an-swered, stand-ing up and look-ing a-round.</p>
+
+<p>Miss Gray turned a-way, when all at once she heard a laugh be-hind her.
+She looked back, and there were the laugh-ing fa-ces of Bell and Car-rie.
+They had been on the cart, all hid-den un-der the hay in or-der to play
+a lit-tle joke on Miss Gray. Then they scram-bled down, and came run-ning
+to her.</p>
+
+<p>The man on the cart smiled to see their fun. Then he said sadly, "Dear me,
+I wish my lit-tle lass could run a-bout like that."</p>
+<br>
+</div>
+
+<div class="img">
+<img width="400" height="248" src="images/mjaos15.png" id="mjaos15.png"
+ title='The Hard Lesson'
+ alt="A girl in bed being handed a kitten by a girl while two women and another girl with a second kitten are nearby.">
+<br>
+</div>
+
+<div class="text">
+<p>"Is she ill?" asked Car-rie.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," said the man; "but she is get-ting bet-ter now."</p>
+
+<p>"We'll ask mam-ma to take us to see her," said Bell.</p>
+
+<p>The ver-y next day their mam-ma did take them. They found Ruth sit-ting
+pil-lowed up in a chair, ver-y pale and white. Bell had picked her a
+bunch of flow-ers, which she seemed ver-y glad to get; and the three
+girls soon be-came good friends. Car-ree found a lit-tle gray kitten
+with which she played.</p>
+
+<p>The vis-it seemed to do Ruth a great deal of good; for a pink flush came
+in her cheeks, and she e-ven laughed, which her moth-er said she had not
+done before for weeks.</p>
+
+<p>They came a-gain the ver-y next day. Miss Gray was with them, and car-ried
+a bas-ket on her arm in which were some dain-ties to tempt the sick girl's
+ap-pe-tite. She was glad to see them, and told them they should have the
+kit-ten for their ver-y own. So pus-sy went back in the bas-ket which had
+brought the dain-ties.</p>
+
+<p>Near-ly ev-er-y day af-ter this the chil-dren went to see Ruth, for at
+least a week. By that time she was well e-nough to be out, and some-times
+came to see them.</p>
+<br>
+</div>
+
+<HR class="medium">
+<br><br>
+
+<div class="img">
+<img width="400" height="176" src="images/mjaos16.png" id="mjaos16.png"
+ title='Little Tots'
+ alt="At least twenty-six toddlers clustered around something at the back of a room.">
+<br>
+</div>
+
+<div class="text">
+<p>What is it that these lit-tle tots are all so anx-ious to see? It must
+be a Christ-mas-tree.</p>
+<br>
+</div>
+
+<HR class="medium">
+<br>
+
+<p class="chapter-head">ROB JACKSON'S DOG</p>
+
+<div class="img">
+<img width="400" height="429" src="images/mjaos17.png" id="mjaos17.png"
+ title="Rob Jackson's Dog"
+ alt="A dog in a mill pond with a boy being stopped by a man from jumping in and another boy looking on.">
+<br>
+</div>
+
+<div class="text">
+<p>Rob Jack-son's dog jumped off the lit-tle bridge in-to the mill pond to
+fetch a stick that Hal Jones threw for him. The wheel was in full mo-tion,
+and Jack, for that was the dog's name, was drawn in toward it. Rob was
+a-fraid that Jack was go-ing to be drowned and was just a-bout to jump
+in af-ter him, when one of the mill hands held him fast. "Wait a bit,"
+said the man, and he held out a long pole to Jack who clutched it with
+his teeth and was drawn safely to land.</p>
+<br>
+</div>
+
+<HR class="medium">
+<br>
+
+<p class="chapter-head">THE WIVES OF BRIXHAM</p>
+
+<div class="img">
+<img width="400" height="390" src="images/mjaos18.png" id="mjaos18.png"
+ title='The Wives of Brixham'
+ alt="A line of ships at sail on the open sea.">
+<br>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<p>The merry boats of Brixham</p>
+<p>Go out to search the seas;</p>
+<p>A staunch and sturdy fleet are they,</p>
+<p>Who love a swinging breeze;</p>
+<p>And before the woods of Devon,</p>
+<p>And the silver cliffs of Wales,</p>
+<p>You may see, when summers evenings fall,</p>
+<p>The light upon their sails.</p>
+<br>
+
+<p>But when the year grows darker,</p>
+<p>And gray winds hunt the foam,</p>
+<p>They go back to Little Brixham,</p>
+<p>And ply their toil at home.</p>
+<p>And thus it chanced one winter's night,</p>
+<p>When a storm began to roar,</p>
+<p>That all the men were out at sea,</p>
+<p>And all the wives on shore.</p>
+<br>
+
+<p>Then as the wind grew fiercer,</p>
+<p>The women's cheeks grew white,</p>
+<p>It was fiercer in the twilight.</p>
+<p>And fiercest in the night.</p>
+<p>The strong clouds set themselves like ice,</p>
+<p>Without a star to melt,</p>
+<p>The blackness of the darkness</p>
+<p>Was darkness to be felt.</p>
+<br>
+
+<p>The storm like an assassin</p>
+<p>Went on its wicked way,</p>
+<p>And struck a hundred boats adrift,</p>
+<p>To reel about the bay.</p>
+<p>They meet, they crash&mdash;God keep the men!</p>
+<p>God give a moment's light!</p>
+<p>There is nothing but the tumult,</p>
+<p>And the tempest and the night.</p>
+<br>
+
+<p>The men on shore were anxious,</p>
+<p>They dreaded what they knew;</p>
+<p>What do you think the women did?</p>
+<p>Love taught them what to do!</p>
+<p>Out spake a wife, "We've beds at home,</p>
+<p>We'll burn them for a light:</p>
+<p>Give us the men and the bare ground!</p>
+<p>We want no more to-night."</p>
+<br>
+</div>
+
+<div class="img">
+<img width="400" height="250" src="images/mjaos19.png" id="mjaos19.png"
+ title='The Wives of Brixham'
+ alt="A three-masted ship on a stormy sea.">
+<br>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<p>They took the grandame's blanket,</p>
+<p>Who shivered and bade them go;</p>
+<p>They took the baby's pillow,</p>
+<p>Who could not say them no;</p>
+<p>And they heaped a great fire on the pier,</p>
+<p>And knew not all the while</p>
+<p>If they were heaping a bonfire,</p>
+<p>Or only a funeral pile.</p>
+<br>
+
+<p>And fed with precious food, the flame</p>
+<p>Shone bravely on the black,</p>
+<p>Till a cry rang through the people,</p>
+<p>"A boat is coming back!"</p>
+<p>Staggering dimly through the fog,</p>
+<p>Come shapes of fear and doubt,</p>
+<p>But when the first prow strikes the pier,</p>
+<p>Cannot you hear them shout?</p>
+<br>
+
+<p>Then all along the breadth of flame</p>
+<p>Dark figures shrieked and ran,</p>
+<p>With "Child, here comes your father!"</p>
+<p>Or, "Wife, is this your man?"</p>
+<p>And faint feet touch the welcome stone,</p>
+<p>And wait a little while;</p>
+<p>And kisses drop from frozen lips,</p>
+<p>Too tired to speak or smile.</p>
+<br>
+
+<p>So, one by one they struggled in,</p>
+<p>All that the sea would spare;</p>
+<p>We will not reckon through our tears</p>
+<p>The names that were not there;</p>
+<p>But some went home without a bed,</p>
+<p>When all the tale was told,</p>
+<p>Who were too cold with sorrow</p>
+<p>To know the night was cold.</p>
+<p class="sig">Author of poem written for a child.</p>
+<br>
+</div>
+
+<HR class="medium">
+<br>
+
+<p class="chapter-head">AGRIPPA</p>
+
+<div class="img">
+<img width="400" height="492" src="images/mjaos20.png" id="mjaos20.png"
+ title='Agrippa'
+ alt="A kitten in a field watching a butterfly.">
+<br>
+</div>
+
+<div class="text">
+<p>This is the picture of a kit-ten who lived once at a farm-house. He was
+such a pret-ty lit-tle cat as to be made a great pet and used to trot
+a-bout af-ter the peo-ple like a lit-tle dog. His name was A-grip-pa
+and he knew it quite well.</p>
+
+<p>To this farm-house came a boy and girl named Ned and Lau-ra, to spend the
+sum-mer. Both were fond of pets and both played so much with A-grip-pa
+that he grew rath-er la-zy and did not try to catch ma-ny mice.</p>
+
+<p>Ned and Lau-ra were ver-y good friends, but it happened now and then that
+both want-ed the same thing and then, sad to say, some loud words might
+be heard. Ned would say, "Give me Grip-pa," and Lau-ra would an-swer,
+"You shan't have Grip-pa!" and Ned would say a-gain, "I will have Grip-pa,"
+and so it would go on till some-times poor Grip-pa would run a-way. But
+they al-ways made up and were friends a-gain.</p>
+
+<p>Grip-pa grew up a large, fine cat, and lived some years. But he was at
+length taken ill. He came no more to the house, but stayed in the barn
+and grew ver-y weak, till he could hard-ly walk. At last, one day he
+came walk-ing fee-bly to the house. He went in-to the kitch-en, then
+to the pan-try, then to the din-ing room. In-to all the rooms went
+Grip-pa, and in each room sat down and looked a-round, as if tak-ing
+a last fare-well; then slow-ly walked out of doors. It was in-deed his
+last vis-it. Next morn-ing poor Grip-pa was found dead.</p>
+<br>
+</div>
+
+<HR class="medium">
+<br>
+
+<p class="chapter-head">FRANK'S BOY</p>
+
+<div class="img">
+<img width="400" height="494" src="images/mjaos21.png" id="mjaos21.png"
+ title="Frank's Boy"
+ alt="A tattered young man begging from a well-dressed young man in a winter setting.">
+<br>
+</div>
+
+<div class="text">
+<p>Frank More had been out skat-ing near-ly the whole af-ter-noon, for there
+was no school this week, and the ice was in fine or-der. It was al-most
+dark, and he was go-ing home, skates in hand, when a poor boy a-bout as
+large as him-self came up and be-gan to beg from him.</p>
+
+<p>"Go home with me," said Frank, "and you shall have some sup-per."</p>
+
+<p>The boy went glad-ly, and on the way Frank asked him ma-ny ques-tions.
+When they ar-rived, Frank took him to the kitch-en, where Jane the cook
+gave him a warm seat and plen-ty of sup-per, for his thin face made her
+feel sor-ry.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="img">
+<img width="400" height="497" src="images/mjaos22.png" id="mjaos22.png"
+ title="Frank's Boy"
+ alt="Warm kitchen with a tattered young man being looked after by two adults and another young man.">
+<br>
+</div>
+
+<div class="text">
+<p>When Frank had seen him com-fort-a-bly set-tled, he went up stairs to
+tell his fa-ther and moth-er a-bout the lad.</p>
+
+<p>"Don't you think, fa-ther," he said, "that grand-pa would like such a
+boy? He says he will be glad to work, and if moth-er will let me give
+him my old suit, I can take him to see grand-pa in the morning."</p>
+
+<p>"Well, Frank, you may try," said his fa-ther. So poor Sam had a good
+bed to sleep in that night, and next morn-ing the two boys went to see
+a-bout work for him. Dressed in the warm clothes Frank's moth-er gave
+him, he looked like quite a dif-fer-ent boy, and was ve-ry grate-ful
+for her kind-ness.</p>
+
+<p>It was soon set-tled that Sam should live at old Mr. More's. He had a
+good ma-ny things to do: to help take care of the chick-ens, the sheep
+and lambs, the cows and horses; and be-sides all this, he went to school,
+and with all the other boys, had great fun at coast-ing and skat-ing when
+school was out. But he worked as well as he played, and proved so trust-y,
+that grand-ma said: "Frank's boy was a boy worth hav-ing."</p>
+
+<p>So Sam found a good home and Frank had the pleas-ure of know-ing that he
+had helped one boy to be both use-ful and hap-py.</p>
+<br>
+</div>
+
+<HR class="medium">
+<br>
+
+<p class="chapter-head">JOEY'S EXPLOIT</p>
+
+<div class="text">
+<p>Jo-ey Hart was a boy who was sent by his fath-er to spend the sum-mer
+with an un-cle in the coun-try. Jo-ey had been ill, and the doc-tor
+said that there was noth-ing like coun-try air to make him well a-gain.</p>
+
+<p>So he set off one bright morn-ing, and be-fore night was safe at his
+un-cle's farm. His pa-pa had thought that Jo-ey might go to school
+dur-ing the sum-mer, but when the doc-tor heard of it he said no.
+"Let the boy run wild for three months. He will learn twice as fast
+next win-ter."</p>
+
+<p>He was wild with joy when he was at last at his un-cle's. He was so
+hun-gry, and the bread and but-ter and milk tast-ed so nice-ly, that
+he thought he should nev-er have e-nough. Each day he was up with the
+sun, and by night had played so hard that al-most be-fore it was dark
+he was read-y to go to bed.</p>
+
+<p>It was great fun to watch the men in the fields at work. Some-times his
+un-cle let him ride the mow-ing ma-chine, and at such times he was ve-ry
+proud. Then it was ve-ry ex-cit-ing to ride on the top of a great sway-ing
+load of hay, right in on to the barn floor.</p>
+
+<p>La-ter on, when the hay was all gath-ered, the wheat be-gan to rip-en,
+and the men were bu-sy cut-ting it and gath-er-ing it in-to sheaves. The
+birds act-ed as if they thought it was cut for them on-ly, for they came
+in such swarms that it looked as if they would eat it all and leave none
+for the farm-er.</p>
+<br>
+</div>
+
+<div class="img">
+<img width="400" height="536" src="images/mjaos23.png" id="mjaos23.png"
+ title="Joey's Exploit"
+ alt="Hundreds of birds decending on a havested field.">
+<br>
+</div>
+
+<div class="text">
+<p>Some-times his aunt would ask him to take their lunch-eon to the men
+at work in the fields, for dur-ing hay-ing and har-vest when the work
+is heav-i-est the men al-ways have a lunch at ten in the morn-ing.</p>
+
+<p>Now on one day when Jo-ey took his bas-ket and left the house for the
+fields, he got him-self in-to trou-ble, and this was the way. Close by
+his un-cle's house on the main street lived a gen-tle-man who had a
+fine gar-den. All a-round it was a high fence and a no-tice was post-ed
+up, "Tres-pas-sers will be pros-e-cu-ted." That no-tice was be-cause
+the school house was not far a-way, and the boys some-times helped
+them-selves to the old gen-tle-man's ap-ples.</p>
+
+<p>Jo-ey had to pass di-rect-ly by the gar-den wall, and it so hap-pened
+that his bas-ket was heav-y and he set it down to rest.</p>
+
+<p>What took place you can see in the pic-ture on the next page bet-ter
+than I can tell you. Jo-ey got the ap-ples but a bad fall, and when
+he went to get up he found that he could not stand and that one an-kle
+hurt him se-vere-ly.</p>
+
+<p>How long he would have staid there I can not tell, had not the men in
+the field grown hun-gry and sent one of their num-ber to see what had
+be-come of their lunch.</p>
+
+<p>The mes-sen-ger found Jo-ey, and picked him up and car-ried him home.
+Then, com-ing back, he took the bas-ket and all the ap-ples that lay
+a-bout, and went back to the field and the men ate them all for lunch-eon.</p>
+
+<p>And so Jo-ey not on-ly got no ap-ples but had to lie in bed for a week
+be-fore his an-kle got well e-nough for him to run a-bout a-gain.</p>
+<br>
+</div>
+
+<HR class="exsmall">
+<br><br>
+
+<div class="img">
+<img width="400" height="366" src="images/mjaos24.png" id="mjaos24.png"
+ title="Joey's Exploit"
+ alt="A boy eyes an apple tree hanging over a wall with a 'No Tresspassing' sign.">
+</div>
+
+<div class="text">
+<p class="center">"Oh, I say! and pippins too!!"</p>
+<br>
+</div>
+
+<div class="img">
+<img width="320" height="418" src="images/mjaos25.png" id="mjaos25.png"
+ title="Joey's Exploit"
+ alt="A boy on the wall grabbing apples next to a 'No Tresspassing' sign.">
+</div>
+
+<div class="text">
+<p class="center">"I'll help myself to some of these, see if I don't Mister Notice."</p>
+<br>
+</div>
+
+<div class="img">
+<img width="400" height="240" src="images/mjaos26.png" id="mjaos26.png"
+ title="Joey's Exploit"
+ alt="A boy falling to the ground along with apples, branches, and a 'No Tresspassing' sign.">
+</div>
+
+<div class="text">
+<p class="center">Joey helps himself to more than he intended.</p>
+<br>
+</div>
+
+<HR class="full" size="5" noshade>
+<pre>
+
+<div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 11877 ***</div>
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