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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of A Kindergarten Story Book, by Jane L. Hoxie
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever.  You may copy it, give it away or
+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
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+
+Title: A Kindergarten Story Book
+
+Author: Jane L. Hoxie
+
+Release Date: November 22, 2004 [EBook #14127]
+
+Language: English
+
+Character set encoding: ASCII
+
+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK A KINDERGARTEN STORY BOOK ***
+
+
+
+
+Produced by Al Haines
+
+
+
+
+
+A KINDERGARTEN STORY BOOK
+
+By JANE L. HOXIE
+
+
+
+
+
+TENTH EDITION
+
+
+
+
+
+PUBLISHED BY
+
+MILTON BRADLEY COMPANY
+
+SPRINGFIELD, MASS.
+
+NEW YORK                 BOSTON            PHILADELPHIA
+
+ATLANTA      SAN FRANCISCO
+
+
+1916
+
+
+
+
+COPYRIGHT, 1966
+
+BY MILTON BRADLEY COMPANY
+
+SPRINGFIELD, MASS.
+
+
+
+
+TO MY FATHER
+
+  whose evening story-hour
+  is the happiest memory of my childhood
+  this little volume
+  is affectionately inscribed
+
+
+
+
+INTRODUCTORY NOTE.
+
+A number of the stories in this little book have been told to thousands
+of children in the kindergartens of Boston, Brooklyn, Philadelphia,
+Washington, Baltimore, Pittsburg, and other cities.  The delight with
+which they have everywhere been listened to is an assurance of their
+appeal to child thought and sympathy.  I know no equally simple,
+varied, and interesting collection of stories for children between the
+ages of four and six; and I earnestly hope that A KINDERGARTEN STORY
+BOOK may rapidly win the popularity it merits.
+
+SUSAN E. BLOW.
+
+
+
+
+PREFACE.
+
+It is the author's aim in this collection to furnish stories for the
+child that shall be short, simple in form and familiar in subject, that
+shall contain much repetition, rhythm, dramatic possibility,
+alliteration, and also onomatopoetical and imaginative qualities, all
+of which the young child craves in the literature which is presented to
+him.  The writer has striven to avoid elaborate introductions, long and
+intricate descriptions, and all those characteristics from which the
+child instinctively turns.
+
+The matter here presented naturally falls under three heads: first,
+original stories; secondly, favorite childhood stories rewritten;
+thirdly, adaptations of popular tales.
+
+Nearly all of the purely original stories are based upon some of the
+more vital motifs to be found in the best of our fairy lore.
+
+Of the favorite childhood stories, "Billy Bobtail" is evidently founded
+upon "The Bremen Town-Musicians"; and, as it is given here, it is an
+adaptation of a story heard frequently during the writer's childhood.
+It will readily be seen that "Kid Would Not Go" is only another form of
+"The Old Woman and Her Pig," and that "Fox Lox" is identical with the
+tale of "Chicken Little."  "The Wee, Wee Woman" is supposedly an
+adaptation of the old English story of "Teeny Weeny."  It is given here
+in the form in which it was told to the author by a friend.  "The
+Little Long Tail" will be recognized by many as a prime favorite of
+their early childhood.
+
+In the three stories from Grimm it has been the aim to simplify, to
+shorten, and to eliminate all objectionable qualities; as, for
+instance, the cruel step-mother element to be found in the original
+Cinderella.
+
+The two stories from Mrs. Ewing and the adaptation of Saintine's
+"Picciola" have proved fascinating to the childish audiences to which
+they have been presented.
+
+Simplicity of form and language makes it possible for the teacher not
+only to tell the stories contained in this collection, but also to read
+them to the children, with good effect.  Some of the tales, notably the
+favorite childhood stories rewritten, may be placed in the hands of the
+children themselves, to be used in the primary grades as supplementary
+reading material.
+
+This little volume is the result of several years of practical
+experience, and it is hoped that it will prove a valuable addition to
+the story repertoire of kindergartners and primary teachers.
+
+J.L.H.
+
+
+
+
+TABLE OF CONTENTS.
+
+ORIGINAL STORIES.
+
+  DUNNY
+  LUDWIG AND MARLEEN
+  FROGGY'S ADVENTURE
+  WHAT HAPPENED ON THE ROAD TO GRANDFATHER GOODFIELD'S
+  THE LOST COMB
+  THE TOPSY STORIES--
+      I.  The Coming of Topsy
+     II.  How Topsy Kept Warm
+    III.  How Topsy Mothered Her Neighbor's Kittens
+     IV.  Topsy's Hiding Place
+      V.  Topsy's Babies
+  ETHEL'S FRIENDS
+
+
+
+REWRITTEN STORIES
+
+  BILLY BOBTAIL
+  KID WOULD NOT GO
+  FOX LOX
+  THE WEE, WEE WOMAN
+  THE LITTLE LONG TAIL
+
+
+
+ADAPTED STORIES
+
+  THE BROWNIES
+  THE FAIRY SHOES
+  PICCIOLA
+  CINDERELLA
+  THE HUT IN THE FOREST
+  THE SLEEPING PRINCESS
+
+
+
+
+DUNNY.
+
+Once there were three children, three brothers, who played together in
+the sunshine about their father's door.  Now the youngest of them all
+was not as large and strong as his brothers; and for that reason they
+often teased him, saying: "You are not as tall as we.  You cannot run
+as fast.  See! we can jump farther and swing higher than you."  If ever
+they wrestled together, the youngest was the first to be thrown to the
+ground; and no matter what he tried to do, the others always laughed,
+and called out: "Oh! you are so stupid.  That is not the way.  Let me
+show you how, you dunny!"  So after a while they called him nothing but
+Dunny.
+
+One day a traveler, with a wonderful pony, stopped at the door of the
+cottage.  His little animal not only could perform all manner of
+curious tricks, but he was the most gentle little beast in the whole
+world and, withal, as sleek and pretty a creature as one could wish to
+see.
+
+The three brothers were wild with delight at the pony's antics, and
+gave their father no peace until at last he consented to buy the little
+animal.  At first they were very happy with their new play-fellow, but
+soon they quarreled.
+
+"He is my pony!" said the eldest.
+
+"He is not!" said Dunny.
+
+"Father bought him for me,", said the second brother, "and neither of
+you shall play with him at all!"
+
+"It is not so!  He is all mine!" said the first, as he caught the
+little beast by the rein and tried to drag him away.
+
+But his brother snatched the bridle also.  "You shall not have him!" he
+cried.
+
+"Boys! boys!  What does this mean?" said their father.  "Why are you
+quarreling?  The pony belongs to all three."
+
+But the boys would not have it so; and, at last, the father said: "He
+shall be given to the one of you who will bring this basket to me
+filled full with the water of yonder pond."  Now the basket was very
+old and full of holes, but the three brothers eagerly consented to the
+plan.
+
+"You shall be the first to try your luck," said the father, placing the
+basket in the hands of his eldest son.  As the boy walked quickly
+toward the pond, a little bird hopped along the path in front of him,
+and in a sweet voice sang:--
+
+  "Fill it with moss and fill it with clay,[*]
+  And carry a basketful away."
+
+[*]From an old folk tale.
+
+The boy did not know what the bird was saying.  "Out of my path, you
+stupid creature!" he cried, flinging a stone at it.  But the little
+bird flew away into the forest, where he was quite safe.  When at last
+the boy reached the pond, there sat a great green frog who croaked in a
+great hoarse voice:--
+
+  "Fill it with moss and fill it with clay,
+  And carry a basketful away."
+
+But the boy did not know what the frog was saying.  "Out of my way, you
+ugly creature!" he cried, flinging a stone at it.  The great frog
+jumped back into the water, where he was quite safe.  The eldest boy
+covered the bottom of the basket with sand, thinking that that would
+keep the water from running out; then he filled it to the very brim.
+But, though he ran all the way home, not a single drop of water was
+left inside the basket when he reached his father.
+
+Then it was the second son's turn.  As he walked quickly toward the
+pond, the same little bird hopped along the path in front of him, and
+in the same sweet voice sang:--
+
+  "Fill it with moss and fill it with clay,
+  And carry a basketful away."
+
+The boy did not know what the bird was saying.  "Out of my path, you
+stupid creature!" he cried, flinging a stone at it.  But the little
+bird flew away into the forest, where he was quite safe.  When at last
+the boy reached the pond, there sat the same great green frog who
+croaked in the same great hoarse voice:--
+
+  "Fill it with moss and fill it with clay,
+  And carry a basketful away."
+
+But the boy did not know what the frog was saying.  "Out of my way, you
+ugly creature!" he cried, flinging a stone at it.  The great frog
+jumped back into the water, where he was quite safe.  The second boy
+covered the bottom of the basket with leaves, thinking that they would
+keep the water from running out; then he filled it to the very brim.
+But, though he too ran all the way home, not a single drop of water was
+left inside the basket when he reached his father.
+
+Now, at last, it was Dunny's turn; but the two elder brothers teased
+him, saying, "Of what use is it for such a stupid as you to try, when
+we, who are so much more clever than you, have failed?"
+
+As Dunny walked quickly toward the pond, the same little bird hopped
+along the path in front of him, and in the same sweet voice sang:--
+
+  "Fill it with moss and fill it with clay,
+  And carry a basketful away."
+
+Now Dunny was very fond of all the wild creatures of the woods and
+fields, and often spent long hours in their company; and he knew what
+the little bird was saying.  And he was never happier than when playing
+with the frogs and fishes in the pond; so when the great green frog, in
+his great hoarse voice, croaked:--
+
+  "Fill it with moss and fill it with clay,
+  And carry a basketful away."
+
+Dunny knew what he was saying, and, gathering moss and clay from the
+bank of the pond, he carefully stopped all the holes and cracks in the
+basket.  Then filling it with water to the very brim, he carried it
+safely home to his father and did not lose even a single drop.  So the
+pony was given to him, and his brothers never called him Dunny again.
+
+
+
+
+LUDWIG AND MARLEEN.
+
+"Help me out!  Help me out, little Ludwig!" cried a great red fox,
+caught fast in a trap in the woods.  "Help me out, and it shall be well
+with you!"  Now Ludwig loved the wild creatures of the forest; he was
+their friend and playmate, their sorrows were his own; so, stepping to
+the trap, he pressed the spring, and the fox was free.  When, however,
+the poor beast tried to limp away, so great was the pain in his foot
+that he was forced to lie down instead.  Seeing this, Ludwig ran to a
+spring near by and, dipping his handkerchief into the clear cool water,
+tenderly bound up the bruised and swollen foot.
+
+"You have been very kind, my little friend," said the fox.  "You have
+saved my life.  If you have a wish, tell me what it is and it shall be
+granted."
+
+"Oh, as to that," said Ludwig, "I wish my little pail here were full of
+berries, for my sister and I are very hungry."  Hardly had he spoken
+when his pail, which before had been quite empty, became full to the
+very brim with great delicious strawberries.  Ludwig ran swiftly home
+to the little brown hut where he and his sister lived quite alone on
+the edge of the forest.
+
+"See, sister dear," he called, "what a fine breakfast I have brought."
+
+"I am glad, brother," said Marleen, "for I am very hungry; but where
+did you find so many berries in so short a time, and such delicious
+ones, too?"
+
+Then Ludwig told his sister all about the fox, and how he had wished
+for the berries.
+
+"Was I not wise, dear sister, to get such a good breakfast for us with
+so little trouble?"
+
+But Marleen was not satisfied, and cried:
+
+"Foolish boy!  It was no ordinary fox whose foot you pulled out of the
+trap.  If he could fill your pail with berries, just for the asking, he
+could do far greater things.  You should have wished for something
+better.  Go back into the forest, find the fox, and tell him that our
+cupboard must be always full of food whenever we are hungry."
+
+"Be satisfied, dear sister," said Ludwig.  "We are quite happy as we
+are.  When we are again hungry I will go and find food in the forest as
+I have always done before."
+
+"No, no, I will not be satisfied!" said Marleen.  "You must do as I
+tell you;" and she gave her brother no peace until he went again into
+the forest.
+
+"How now, little brother!" said the fox, when he saw Ludwig coming
+toward him through the trees; "is it not well with you?"
+
+"Alas, my sister is not satisfied with the pail of berries," said
+Ludwig.
+
+"What would she, little brother?"
+
+"That our cupboard should be always full whenever we are hungry."
+
+"Go, little brother, it shall be as she wishes," said the fox.
+
+Now, after this, whenever brother or sister were hungry, they found
+plenty of food just to their liking in the cupboard; and, as Ludwig had
+no longer to seek for nuts and berries in the forest, he could play all
+day long with his sister, and they were very happy because they were
+never separated.  But after a time Marleen refused to play, and sat
+moping on the doorstone.  "Why are you so troubled, sister?  Come, let
+us play in the sunshine," said the boy.
+
+"Why should I be happy?" said Marleen.  "Why should I play?  We have no
+toys, only ugly sticks and stones for playthings.  If you will go to
+the fox and get a beautiful doll, then I will play."
+
+"Be satisfied, dear sister," said Ludwig.  "We are quite happy as we
+are."
+
+"No, no, I will not be satisfied!" said Marleen.  "You must do as I
+tell you;" and she gave her brother no peace until he went again into
+the forest.
+
+"How now, little brother!" said the fox, when he saw Ludwig coming
+toward him through the trees; "is it not well with you?"
+
+"Alas, my sister is not satisfied with the food always in the cupboard."
+
+"What would she, little brother?"
+
+"She would have a beautiful doll all dressed in shining silk."
+
+"Go, little brother, it shall be as she wishes," said the fox.
+
+Now Marleen was quite happy for a few days; but soon she grew tired of
+the doll and again refused to play.  "I, too, must have a fine silk
+dress to wear," said she.  "Go to the fox, brother, and get it for me."
+
+"Be satisfied, dear sister," said Ludwig.  "We are quite happy as we
+are.  Your dress is warm and fine enough."
+
+"No, no, I will not be satisfied!" said Marleen.  "You must do as I
+tell you;" and she gave her brother no peace until he went again into
+the forest.
+
+"How now, little brother!" said the fox, when he saw Ludwig coming
+toward him through the trees; "is it not well with you?"
+
+"Alas, my sister is not satisfied with the doll."
+
+"What would she, little brother?"
+
+"She would have for herself a dress of shining silk."
+
+"Go, little brother, it shall be as she wishes," said the fox.
+
+But only for a time was Marleen content with the beautiful dress.  "I
+will stay no longer in this smoky old hut," said she.  "Go, brother,
+and ask the fox for a fine house to live in.  He can give us one if he
+will."
+
+"Be satisfied, dear sister," said Ludwig.  "We are quite happy as we
+are."
+
+"No, no, I will not be satisfied!" said Marleen, "You must do as I tell
+you;" and she gave her brother no peace until he went again into the
+forest.
+
+"How now, little brother!" said the fox, when he saw Ludwig coming
+toward him through the trees; "is it not well with you?"
+
+"Alas, my sister is not satisfied with the dress," said Ludwig.
+
+"What would she, little brother?"
+
+"A fine house in place of our poor old hut."
+
+"Go, little brother, it shall be as she wishes," said the fox.
+
+Soon Marleen wearied also of the stately house in which they now lived.
+"I am tired to death of this old doll and this empty house and this
+poor dress," she said.  "I must have something to amuse me.  Go,
+brother, to the fox and tell him that I must have one of every kind of
+toy in the whole world, and quickly, too."
+
+"Be satisfied, dear sister," said Ludwig.  "We are quite happy as we
+are."
+
+"No, no, I will not be satisfied!" said Marleen.  "You must do as I
+tell you;" and she gave her brother no peace until he went again into
+the forest.
+
+"How now, little brother!" said the fox when he saw Ludwig coming
+toward him through the trees; "is it not well with you?"
+
+"Alas, my sister is not satisfied with the house."
+
+"What would she, little brother?"
+
+"One of every kind of toy in the whole world."
+
+"Go, little brother, it shall be as she wishes," said the fox.
+
+Now there were so many of the toys that they filled the whole house,
+and it took days and days just to look at them.  At last, however,
+Marleen had seen and touched every one, and she cried:
+
+"These things are dull and stupid.  I must have something to amuse me.
+Go, brother, and tell the fox that these toys are all ugly and useless;
+but that there is one thing that I would like above all else, one thing
+that would make me quite happy.  Tell him I must have the great silvery
+ball that hangs at night above us in the sky,"
+
+"Be satisfied, dear sister," said Ludwig.  "We are quite happy as we
+are."
+
+"No, no, I will not be satisfied!" said Marleen.  "You must do as I
+tell you;" and she gave her brother no peace until he went again into
+the forest.
+
+"How now, little brother!" said the fox, when he saw Ludwig coming
+toward him through the trees; "is it not well with you?"
+
+"Alas, my sister is not satisfied with the toys."
+
+"What would she, little brother?"
+
+"That the great silvery moon that hangs high in the heavens at night
+should be her plaything."
+
+Very slowly the fox answered:--
+
+"Go, little brother, it shall NOT be as she wishes."
+
+Now when Ludwig reached home once more, in place of the stately house,
+there stood their little old hut again.  Marleen sat weeping in the
+doorway, her fine silk dress was gone, her beautiful doll was nowhere
+to be seen, all the lovely toys had vanished.
+
+"Do not cry, dear sister," said Ludwig.  "We are quite happy as we are.
+Come, let us have supper, for I am very hungry."  But alas, when they
+went to the cupboard it was quite empty; and ever afterwards, when they
+were hungry, Ludwig and Marleen were forced to seek for nuts and
+berries in the forest.  The great silvery moon still looked down upon
+their little hut at night; but though Ludwig sought through the whole
+forest, far and wide, he never saw his friend the fox again.
+
+
+
+
+FROGGY'S ADVENTURE.
+
+"Knee-deep!  Knee-deep!  Knee-deep!" came a shrill cry from the middle
+of the pond.
+
+"Better-go-round!  Better-go-round!  Better-go-round!" croaked a hoarse
+voice from the bank.
+
+Now all the little frogs, when they heard their mother call, turned
+back, and, swimming far around the deep place, got safely to the shore.
+
+Did I say all?  No, one little frog failed to hear his mother's voice
+and, piping in his little shrill tone:  "Who's afraid!  Who's afraid!
+Who's afraid!" he swam straight on.  Suddenly one of his hind legs got
+tangled among the weeds at the bottom of the pond; and, though he
+pulled and jerked with all his little might, he could not free himself.
+At last, after a long struggle, he gave it up and called loudly:
+"Help-me-out!  Help-me-out!  Help-me-out!"
+
+The other frogs heard and came swimming all about,--little and big,
+young and old; but when they saw poor Froggy caught fast, instead of
+trying to free him, they began peeping and croaking and "kerchugging,"
+until such a noise went up from the pond as was never heard before.
+
+The little frogs all sat around in a little circle, crying in their
+little shrill voices: "Oh-he'll-die!  Oh-he'll-die!  Oh-he'll-die!"
+
+And the great frogs all sat around in a great circle, croaking in their
+great hoarse voices: "Oh-he'll-drown!  Oh-he'll-drown!  Oh-he'll-drown!"
+
+"Help!  Help!  Help!" shrieked the little frogs in their little shrill
+voices.
+
+"Help!  Help!  Help!" croaked the great frogs in their great hoarse
+voices.
+
+The little frogs sobbed and moaned, and wiped the tears from their
+little bulgy eyes with their little, flat, green hands; the great frogs
+sobbed and moaned, and wiped the tears from their great bulgy eyes with
+their great, flat, green hands.  Altogether they raised such a noise
+and commotion that every creature in the pond poked his nose from his
+house and came out to see what could be the matter.
+
+At last a great, friendly fish, who, with his wife and children, was
+summering in a quiet corner of the pond, swam up to find what all the
+noise was about.  When he saw poor Froggy struggling to free himself
+(feebly now, for his strength was nearly gone) with all his friends and
+relations sitting by, sobbing and moaning and croaking, but not trying
+to help him out at all, the fish flew into a terrible rage, and,
+lashing the water all around into a white foam with his great tail, he
+cried:
+
+"Pull him out!  Pull him out!"
+
+But the little frogs only wiped the tears from their little bulgy eyes
+with their little, flat, green hands and went on with their piping:
+"Oh-he'll-die!  Oh-he'll-die!  Oh-he'll-die!"
+
+The great frogs only wiped the tears from their great bulgy eyes with
+their great, flat, green hands and went on with their croaking:
+"Oh-he'll-drown!  Oh-he'll-drown!  Oh-he'll-drown!"
+
+"You stupids!" cried the great fish; and, pushing the little frogs and
+the big frogs all to the right and left with his huge body, he swam to
+little drowning Froggy, seized the poor little fellow in his big mouth
+and carried him safely to his home by the shore.  There the great fish
+left Froggy, to be cuddled by his silly brothers and to be crooned over
+by his good but stupid mother.
+
+
+
+
+WHAT HAPPENED ON THE ROAD TO GRANDFATHER GOODFIELD'S.
+
+"Oh, I wonder, I wonder, I wonder," said Alice, as she trudged along
+the dusty road, a bright tin pail held tightly in her hand.  "Why do
+you wonder, little maid?" said a deep, deep voice.  On looking up,
+Alice saw close beside her a great tawny lion.  At first she was
+afraid, but the great beast looking kindly upon her, placed his great
+paw softly on her arm and once more said, "why do you wonder, Alice?"
+
+"Ah!" cried the girl crossly, "I wonder what is in this pail.  Mamma
+has promised me a pretty red sash if I do but carry it safely to
+Grandfather Goodfield, who lives under the hill by the great dark
+forest yonder, but oh! it has grown so heavy, and my feet have grown so
+tired.  I must go quickly and I must not even peep inside.  Just
+listen! such a funny noise."  Alice held the pail close to the great
+lion's ear,--"Buzz z z z z z z" came a muffled sound.  "Oh, I wonder
+what can be inside!" she said.
+
+"Do not wonder, little maid," said the great lion, "but hurry thy
+little feet as thy mother hath bidden thee, else the sun will be in his
+bed ere thy journey be ended, and thy little bed will be empty and thy
+mother's heart will be heavy with watching."
+
+So Alice hastened on.  Soon again her little feet were lagging; and
+once more her eyes turned curiously upon the pail she carried and again
+she said, "Oh, I wonder, I wonder, I wonder."  "Why do you wonder,
+little maid?" said a deep, gruff voice.  On looking up once more Alice
+saw close beside her, not her friend the tawny lion, but a shaggy black
+bear.  At first she was afraid; but the great beast, looking kindly
+upon her, placed his great paw softly on her arm and once more said,
+"Why do you wonder, Alice?"
+
+"Ah!" cried the girl crossly, "I wonder what is in this pail.  Mamma
+has promised me a pretty red sash if I do but carry it safely to
+Grandfather Goodfield, who lives under the hill by the great dark
+forest yonder, but oh! it has grown so heavy, and my feet have grown so
+tired.  I must go quickly, and I must not even peep inside.  Just
+listen! such a funny noise."  Alice held the pail close to the great
+bear's ear,--"Buzz z z z z z z z" came a muffled sound.  "Oh, I wonder
+what can be inside!" she said.
+
+"Do not wonder, little maid," said the great bear, "but hurry thy
+little feet as thy mother hath bidden thee, else the sun will be in his
+bed ere thy journey be ended, and thy little bed will be empty and thy
+mother's heart will be heavy with watching."
+
+So Alice hastened on.  Soon again her feet were lagging and once more
+her eyes turned curiously upon the pail she carried and again she said,
+"Oh, I wonder, I wonder, I wonder."  "Why do you wonder, little maid?"
+said a harsh strong voice.  On looking up, Alice saw close beside her,
+not her friend the shaggy bear, but a gaunt gray wolf.  At first she
+was afraid, but the great beast, looking kindly upon her, placed his
+great paw softly on her arm and once more said, "Why do you wonder,
+Alice?"
+
+"Ah!" cried the girl crossly, "I wonder what is in this pail.  Mamma
+has promised me a pretty red sash if I do but carry it safely to
+Grandfather Goodfield, who lives under the hill by the great dark
+forest yonder, but oh! it has grown so heavy and my feet have grown so
+tired.  I must go quickly and I must not even peep inside.  Just
+listen! such a funny noise."  Alice held the pail close to the great
+wolf's ear,--"Buzz z z z z z z z" came a muffled sound.  "Oh, I wonder
+what can be inside!" she said.
+
+"Do not wonder, little maid," said the great wolf, "but hurry thy
+little feet as thy mother hath bidden thee, else the sun will be in his
+bed ere thy journey be ended, and thy little bed will be empty and thy
+mother's heart will be heavy with watching."
+
+So Alice hastened on.  Soon again her feet were lagging and once more
+her eyes turned curiously upon the pail she carried and again she said,
+"Oh, I wonder, I wonder, I wonder."  "Why do you wonder, little maid?"
+said a sweet soft voice.  On looking up, Alice saw close beside her,
+not her friend the gaunt gray wolf, but a little child like herself.
+The boy placed his hand softly upon her arm; and with his great dark
+eyes looking straight into her own he said, "Why do you wonder, Alice?"
+
+"Ah!" cried the girl crossly, "I wonder what is in this pail.  Mamma
+has promised me a pretty red sash if I do but carry it safely to
+Grandfather Goodfield, who lives under the hill by the great dark
+forest yonder, but oh! it has grown so heavy and my feet have grown so
+tired.  I must go quickly and I must not even peep inside.  Just
+listen! such a funny noise."  Alice held the pail close to the boy's
+ear,--"Buzz-z z z z z z z" came a muffled sound.  "Oh, I wonder what
+can be inside!" she said.
+
+"Do not wonder but let us look and see," said the boy.  "No! no!" cried
+Alice.  "My mother has forbidden it."  "She will never know," said the
+boy.  "Only one little peep.  Surely it can do no harm.  See, I will
+raise the cover for you."  "No! no!" said Alice and, tightly clasping
+the pail, she started again upon her journey.
+
+"You are so tired," called the boy running after, "do but stop and rest
+awhile.  See, your feet are really bleeding from the sharp stones you
+have traveled over.  Look, what a soft green bank yonder under the
+shade of that great tree.  Do but sit down upon it for a moment.  You
+will be able to go on all the faster after a quiet rest, then I will go
+with you."
+
+Now Alice was really very tired indeed; and the bank with its cool
+shade looked so tempting that at last she seated herself upon it,
+letting her feet sink deep into its mossy side.  She clasped the
+precious pail tightly in her hands, but the noise inside grew louder,
+and now it had an angry sound.  "Oh, I wonder what it can be!" said
+Alice.
+
+"Do let me take the pail for a moment," said the boy drawing it gently
+from her hand.  "Now I will peep inside.  What harm can it do?  See, I
+will lift the cover ever so gently."  He put his eye to the crack, when
+suddenly the cover slipped from his hand and rolled away upon the bank.
+A great swarm of angry, buzzing creatures flew into his face.  He
+struck at them with his hands, but it was of no use.  They stung and
+stung him.  "Alice!  Alice!" he cried, "oh, I am stung!  I am stung!"
+The girl sprang quickly to help him but the angry bees flew at her also
+and stung her tender hands and face until she cried out with the pain.
+"Oh, what have we done!  What have we done!" and, snatching the cover,
+Alice tried to place it upon the pail again--but too late, for not a
+single bee was left inside.  For a little time the air was filled with
+angry buzzing, but soon the bees flew far away into the wood and Alice
+and her friend were left alone.
+
+Smarting with pain the girl turned toward her home.  Her little feet
+moved wearily, and the empty pail hung loosely on her arm.  That night
+she cried herself to sleep in mother's arms, but the pretty red sash
+was never worn by Alice, except sometimes in her dreams.
+
+
+
+
+THE LOST COMB.
+
+One day while Lesa was picking flowers in the wood the beautiful golden
+comb that she always wore fell out of her hair and was lost.  She
+searched and she searched, but she could not find it.  At last she
+began to cry, and she cried and she cried.
+
+Just then along came Rollicking Robin.
+
+"Oh, do help me, Rollicking Robin!" sobbed Lesa.  "I have lost my comb,
+my golden comb.  What shall I do?  My mother will fret, my father will
+scold, my little sister will cry, and some harm will surely come to me
+if I do not find it."
+
+"Cheer up, cheer up, cheer up!  I'll go seek it." sang Rollicking
+Robin, "I will find your golden comb, have no fear."
+
+So he looked and he looked and he looked, but no comb could he find.
+
+Just then along came Busy Bee.
+
+"Oh, do help me, Busy Bee!" sobbed Lesa.  "I have lost my comb, my
+golden comb.  What shall I do?  My mother will fret, my father will
+scold, my little sister will cry, and some harm will surely come to me
+if I do not find it."
+
+"Buzz, buzz, buzz!  I'll go seek it," hummed Busy Bee.  "I will find
+your golden comb, have no fear."
+
+So she looked and she looked and she looked, but no comb could she find.
+
+Just then along came Fleet-footed Field Mouse.
+
+"Oh, do help me, Fleet-footed Field Mouse!" sobbed Lesa.  "I have lost
+my comb, my golden comb.  What shall I do?  My mother will fret, my
+father will scold, my little sister will cry, and some harm will surely
+come to me if I do not find it."
+
+"Eep, eep, eep!  I'll go seek it," squeaked Fleet-footed Field Mouse.
+"I will find your golden comb, have no fear."
+
+So he looked and he looked and he looked, but no comb could he find.
+
+Just then along came Chirping Cricket.
+
+"Oh, do help me, Chirping Cricket!" sobbed Lesa.  "I have lost my comb,
+my golden comb.  What shall I do?  My mother will fret, my father will
+scold, my little sister will cry, and some harm will surely come to me
+if I do not find it."
+
+"Chirp, chirp, chirp!  I'll go seek it," piped Chirping Cricket.  "I
+will find your golden comb, have no fear."
+
+So he looked and he looked and he looked, but no comb could he find.
+
+Just then along came Gliding Brown Snake.
+
+"Oh, do help me, Gliding Brown Snake!" sobbed Lesa.  "I have lost my
+comb, my golden comb.  What shall I do?  My mother will fret, my father
+will scold, my little sister will cry, and some harm will surely come
+to me if I do not find it."
+
+"Sssssssss!  I'll go seek it," hissed Gliding Brown Snake.  "I will
+find your golden comb, have no fear."
+
+So he looked and he looked and he looked, but no comb could he find.
+
+Just then along came Cunning Black Ant.
+
+"Oh, do help me, Cunning Black Ant!" sobbed Lesa.  "I have lost my
+comb, my golden comb.  What shall I do?  My mother will fret, my father
+will scold, my little sister will cry, and some harm will surely come
+to me if I do not find it."
+
+"I'll go seek it," said Cunning Black Ant.  "I will find your golden
+comb, have no fear."
+
+So she looked and she looked and she looked, but no comb could she find.
+
+Just then along came Flitting Butterfly.
+
+"Oh, do help me, Flitting Butterfly!" sobbed Lesa.  "I have lost my
+comb, my golden comb.  What shall I do?  My mother will fret, my father
+will scold, my little sister will cry, and some harm will surely come
+to me if I do not find it."
+
+"I'll go seek it," said Flitting Butterfly.  "I will find your golden
+comb, have no fear."
+
+So she looked and she looked and she looked, but no comb could she find.
+
+Just then along came Wrinkled Brown Toad.
+
+"Oo-o-o-o!  You ugly thing!  Out of my sight!" cried Lesa.  "I have
+trouble enough without you!  I have lost my comb, my golden comb!  No
+one can find it!  Oh, what shall I do?"
+
+"I'll go seek it," croaked Wrinkled Brown Toad.  "I will find your
+golden comb, have no fear."
+
+"You find my comb!" cried Lesa.  "If Rollicking Robin and Busy Bee and
+Fleet-footed Field Mouse and Chirping Cricket and Gliding Brown Snake
+and Cunning Black Ant and Flitting Butterfly cannot help me, how can
+such a stupid, ugly, hobbling thing as you find my golden comb?  Be
+off!  Get out of my sight!"
+
+Poor Wrinkled Brown Toad hopped away and Lesa was left alone.  "Oh,
+what shall I do?  What shall I do?" she cried.  "Oh, my comb, my golden
+comb!  Some harm will surely come to me if I do not find it!"  And,
+throwing herself upon the ground, Lesa sobbed as if her heart would
+break.
+
+For a long time this forlorn little girl lay with her face buried in
+the moss and leaves.  Suddenly she heard a strange noise behind her.
+She sprang to her feet and, turning, saw coming toward her with great
+flying leaps--whom do you suppose?  Yes, it was Wrinkled Brown Toad
+again.  And what do you suppose he held in his ugly jaws?  Yes, it was
+Lesa's golden comb.
+
+"Oh, there it is!  There it is!  Oh, I'm so glad, so glad!" cried Lesa.
+"Oh, thank you!  Thank you!  Where did you find it?  I'm sorry I was
+cross!  I'm sorry I called you stupid and ugly and hobbling!  You have
+bright eyes.  I did not notice them before.  Yes, they are really
+beautiful, all golden like my comb."
+
+And Lesa bent and stroked Wrinkled Brown Toad on his ugly head; and,
+ever after that, they were friends.
+
+
+
+
+BILLY BOBTAIL.
+
+Once upon a time a little boy named Billy Bobtail went to seek his
+fortune; and on the road he met a bull.
+
+"Moo, moo, moo!" said the bull.  "Where are you going, Billy Bobtail?"
+
+"Oh, I'm going to seek my fortune!" said Billy Bobtail.
+
+"May I go, too?" said the bull.
+
+"No," said Billy Bobtail.
+
+"Yes, I will," said the bull.
+
+"Well, then, come along," said Billy Bobtail.
+
+So the bull followed on after Billy Bobtail.
+
+They went along a little way farther, and met a goat.
+
+"Baa, baa, baa!" said the goat.  "Where are you going, Billy Bobtail?"
+
+"Oh, I'm going to seek my fortune!" said Billy Bobtail.
+
+"May I go, too?" said the goat.
+
+"No," said Billy Bobtail.
+
+"Yes, I will," said the goat.
+
+"Well, then, come along," said Billy Bobtail.
+
+So the goat followed on after Billy Bobtail.
+
+They went along a little way farther and met a sheep.
+
+"Maa, maa, maa!" said the sheep.  "Where are you going, Billy Bobtail?"
+
+"Oh, I'm going to seek my fortune!" said Billy Bobtail.
+
+"May I go, too?" said the sheep.
+
+"No," said Billy Bobtail.
+
+"Yes, I will," said the sheep.
+
+"Well, then, come along," said Billy Bobtail.
+
+So the sheep followed on after Billy Bobtail.
+
+They went along a little way farther and met a pig.
+
+"Wee, wee, wee!" said the pig.  "Where are you going, Billy Bobtail?"
+
+"Oh, I'm going to seek my fortune!" said Billy Bobtail.
+
+"May I go, too?" said the pig.
+
+"No," said Billy Bobtail.
+
+"Yes, I will," said the pig.
+
+"Well, then, come along," said Billy Bobtail.
+
+So the pig followed on after Billy Bobtail.
+
+They went along a little way farther and met a dog.
+
+"Bow, wow, wow!" said the dog.  "Where are you going, Billy Bobtail?"
+
+"Oh, I'm going to seek my fortune!" said Billy Bobtail.
+
+"May I go, too?" said the dog.
+
+"No," said Billy Bobtail.
+
+"Yes, I will," said the dog.
+
+"Well, then, come along," said Billy Bobtail.
+
+So the dog followed on after Billy Bobtail.
+
+They went along a little way farther and met a cat.
+
+"Meow, meow, meow!" said the cat.  "Where are you going, Billy Bobtail?"
+
+"Oh, I'm going to seek my fortune!" said Billy Bobtail.
+
+"May I go, too?" said the cat.
+
+"No," said Billy Bobtail.
+
+"Yes, I will," said the cat.
+
+"Well, then, come along," said Billy Bobtail.
+
+So the cat followed on after Billy Bobtail.
+
+They went along a little way farther and met a turkey.
+
+"Gobble, gobble, gobble!" said the turkey.  "Where are you going, Billy
+Bobtail?"
+
+"Oh, I'm going to seek my fortune!" said Billy Bobtail.
+
+"May I go, too?" said the turkey.
+
+"No," said Billy Bobtail.
+
+"Yes, I will," said the turkey.
+
+"Well, then, come along," said Billy Bobtail.
+
+So the turkey followed on after Billy Bobtail.
+
+They went along a little way farther and met a rooster.
+
+"Cock-a-doodle-doo!" said the rooster.  "Where are you going, Billy
+Bobtail?"
+
+"Oh, I'm going to seek my fortune!" said Billy Bobtail.
+
+"May I go, too?" said the rooster.
+
+"No," said Billy Bobtail.
+
+"Yes, I will," said the rooster.
+
+"Well, then, come along," said Billy Bobtail.
+
+So the rooster followed on after Billy Bobtail.
+
+They went along a little way farther and met a hen.
+
+"Cut-cut-cut-cut-ka-dat-cut!" said the hen.  "Where are you going,
+Billy Bobtail?"
+
+"Oh, I'm going to seek my fortune!" said Billy Bobtail.
+
+"May I go, too?" said the hen.
+
+"No," said Billy Bobtail.
+
+"Yes, I will," said the hen.
+
+"Well, then, come along," said Billy Bobtail.
+
+So the hen followed on after Billy Bobtail.  And there they
+were,--first Billy Bobtail and then the bull and then the goat and then
+the sheep and then the pig and then the dog and then the cat and then
+the turkey and then the rooster and then the hen,--all following on
+after Billy Bobtail.  On and on they walked.  All day long they
+traveled; and, just as it began to grow dark, they came to a deep, deep
+wood.  It looked so dark that Billy Bobtail almost felt afraid.  "Never
+mind!" said he, "if anything tries to hurt us, I can whistle and throw
+stones."
+
+"And I can bellow and hook," said the bull.
+
+"And I can butt and bleat," said the goat.
+
+"And I can butt and bleat," said the sheep.
+
+"And I can squeal and bite," said the pig.
+
+"And I can bark and bite," said the dog.
+
+"And I can mew and scratch," said the cat.
+
+"And I can gobble," said the turkey.
+
+"And I can crow," said the rooster.
+
+"And I can cackle," said the hen.
+
+"Very well," said Billy Bobtail; "I think we shall be quite safe."
+
+So on they went through the wood; but suddenly they heard a crashing
+and trampling in the underbrush and then a savage growl, as of some
+great wild creature about to rush upon them.
+
+Billy Bobtail began to whistle and throw stones.
+
+The bull began to bellow.
+
+The goat began to bleat.
+
+The sheep began to bleat.
+
+The pig began to squeal.
+
+The dog began to bark.
+
+The cat began to mew.
+
+The turkey began to gobble.
+
+The rooster began to crow.
+
+The hen began to cackle.
+
+And they all made such a noise that the creature, whoever he was, was
+so frightened that he ran away as fast as his legs could carry him,
+never even once stopping to look back.
+
+Soon Billy Bobtail and his friends came to a clearing--a place in the
+wood where the trees had all been cut away.  Right in the middle of
+this clearing stood a little house.
+
+"What a fine place for us to stay in all night," said Billy Bobtail,
+for it was now almost dark.
+
+"But suppose the people are not friendly?" said the bull, thinking of
+the savage creature that they had just frightened away.
+
+"I will go and peep in at the window and find out," said the cat.  "I
+can walk softly on my four cushions, and with my green eyes I can see
+in the dark."
+
+So the cat crept to the window of the little house, and peeped in.
+Soon she came back and said, "There is no one at home, and it does not
+look as if anyone had lived here for a long, long time."
+
+When Billy Bobtail and his friends went inside the little house they
+found it very comfortable.
+
+"Hurrah!  I shall sleep in the bed," said Billy Bobtail.
+
+"Bow, wow, wow!  I shall sleep under the bed," said the dog, "and guard
+my master."
+
+"Wee, wee!" said the pig, "I shall sleep in the oven where it is nice
+and warm."
+
+"Gobble, gobble, gobble!"  "Cock-a-doodle-doo!"
+"Cut-cut-cut-cut-ka-dat-cut!" cried the turkey, the rooster, and the
+hen all together, "we shall roost high up on the mantelshelf."
+
+"Baa!" said the goat, "I shall sleep on the front doorstone and keep
+guard."
+
+"Maa, maa!  I shall sleep just inside the front door and help to keep
+guard," said the sheep.
+
+"Moo, moo, moo!" called the bull, "the wood shed is the place for me."
+
+"Meow, meow, meow!" cried the cat, "I do not care about sleeping in the
+night.  I shall keep watch that no harm comes nigh."
+
+They had a good night's rest.  When morning came and Billy Bobtail saw
+what a cozy house it was and that there was a fine garden too, he said,
+"This is my fortune.  I'm not going any farther to seek it!"
+
+So Billy Bobtail and his friends lived safely in the little house in
+the clearing for many years, and were very, very happy.
+
+
+
+
+KID WOULD NOT GO.
+
+One day as I was going across London Bridge I found a penny and bought
+a kid.  Kid would not go.
+
+  "See, by the moonlight, it is almost midnight.
+  Time kid and I were home an hour and a half ago."
+
+I went along a little farther and met a staff.
+
+  "Staff, staff, beat kid!
+  Kid will not go.
+  See, by the moonlight, it is almost midnight.
+  Time kid and I were home an hour and a half ago."
+
+But the staff would not.
+
+I went along a little way farther and met a hatchet.
+
+  "Hatchet, hatchet, hack staff!
+  Staff will not beat kid.
+  Kid will not go.
+  See, by the moonlight, it is almost midnight.
+  Time kid and I were home an hour and a half ago."
+
+But the hatchet would not.
+
+I went along a little way farther and met some fire.
+
+  "Fire, fire, burn hatchet!
+  Hatchet will not hack staff.
+  Staff will not beat kid.
+  Kid will not go.
+  See, by the moonlight, it is almost midnight.
+  Time kid and I were home an hour and a half ago."
+
+But the fire would not.
+
+I went along a little way farther and met some water.
+
+  "Water, water, quench fire!
+  Fire will not burn hatchet.
+  Hatchet will not hack staff.
+  Staff will not beat kid.
+  Kid will not go.
+  See, by the moonlight, it is almost midnight.
+  Time kid and I were home an hour and a half ago."
+
+But the water would not.
+
+I went along a little way farther and met an ox.
+
+  "Ox, ox, drink water!
+  Water will not quench fire.
+  Fire will not burn hatchet.
+  Hatchet will not hack staff.
+  Staff will not beat kid.
+  Kid will not go.
+  See, by the moonlight, it is almost midnight.
+  Time kid and I were home an hour and a half ago."
+
+But the ox would not.
+
+I went along a little way farther and met a rope.
+
+  "Rope, rope, hang ox!
+  Ox will not drink water.
+  Water will not quench fire.
+  Fire will not burn hatchet.
+  Hatchet will not hack staff.
+  Staff will not beat kid.
+  Kid will not go.
+  See, by the moonlight, it is almost midnight.
+  Time kid and I were home an hour and a half ago."
+
+But the rope would not.
+
+I went along a little way farther and met some grease.
+
+  "Grease, grease, grease rope!
+  Rope will not hang ox.
+  Ox will not drink water.
+  Water will not quench fire.
+  Fire will not burn hatchet.
+  Hatchet will not hack staff.
+  Staff will not beat kid.
+  Kid will not go.
+  See, by the moonlight, it is almost midnight,
+  Time kid and I were home an hour and a half ago."
+
+But the grease would not.
+
+I went along a little way farther and met a rat.
+
+  "Rat, rat, gnaw grease!
+  Grease will not grease rope.
+  Rope will not hang ox.
+  Ox will not drink water.
+  Water will not quench fire.
+  Fire will not burn hatchet.
+  Hatchet will not hack staff.
+  Staff will not beat kid.
+  Kid will not go.
+  See, by the moonlight, it is almost midnight.
+  Time kid and I were home an hour and a half ago."
+
+But the rat would not.
+
+I went along a little way farther and met a cat.
+
+  "Cat, cat, catch rat!
+  Rat will not gnaw grease.
+  Grease will not grease rope.
+  Rope will not hang ox.
+  Ox will not drink water.
+  Water will not quench fire.
+  Fire will not burn hatchet.
+  Hatchet will not hack staff.
+  Staff will not beat kid.
+  Kid will not go.
+  See, by the moonlight, it is almost midnight.
+  Time kid and I were home an hour and a half ago."
+
+But the cat would not.
+
+I went along a little way farther and met a dog.
+
+  "Dog, dog, bite cat!
+  Cat will not catch rat.
+  Rat will not gnaw grease.
+  Grease will not grease rope.
+  Rope will not hang ox.
+  Ox will not drink water.
+  Water will not quench fire.
+  Fire will not burn hatchet.
+  Hatchet will not hack staff.
+  Staff will not beat kid.
+  Kid will not go.
+  See, by the moonlight, it is almost midnight.
+  Time kid and I were home an hour and a half ago."
+
+  The dog began to bite the cat.
+  The cat began to catch the rat.
+  The rat began to gnaw the grease.
+  The grease began to grease the rope.
+  The rope began to hang the ox.
+  The ox began to drink the water.
+  The water began to quench the fire.
+  The fire began to burn the hatchet.
+  The hatchet began to hack the staff.
+  The staff began to beat the kid.
+  The kid began to go.
+  "See, by the moonlight, it is almost midnight.
+  Kid and I got home an hour and a half ago."
+
+
+
+
+FOX LOX.
+
+Once upon a time hungry Fox Lox was prowling about under a great tree
+on the hillside, when a chestnut burr fell thump upon his head.  "Ah!"
+said cunning Fox Lox, "by this I will get a fine dinner."  Just then
+along came Chicker Ricker.
+
+"Oh, run down hill with me where you will be quite safe, Chicker
+Ricker," cried Fox Lox, "for the sky is surely tumbling down!"
+
+"Who told you, Fox Lox?"
+
+"Oh, I heard it and I felt it and it came thump upon my crown!"
+
+"Then I will run down hill with you," cried Chicker Ricker.
+
+So they ran and they ran and they ran.  Soon they met Hen Ren.
+
+"The sky is tumbling down, Hen Ren!" cried Chicker Ricker.
+
+"Who told you, Chicker Ricker?"
+
+"Oh, Fox Lox!"
+
+"Who told you, Fox Lox?"
+
+"Oh, I heard it and I felt it and it came thump upon my crown!  Run
+down hill with me where you will be quite safe," said Fox Lox.
+
+"That I will!" cried Hen Ren.
+
+So they ran and they ran and they ran.  Soon they met Cock Lock.
+
+"The sky is tumbling down, Cock Lock!" cried Hen Ren.
+
+"Who told you, Hen Ren?"
+
+"Oh, Chicker Ricker!"
+
+"Who told you, Chicker Ricker?"
+
+"Oh, Fox Lox!"
+
+"Who told you, Fox Lox?"
+
+"Oh, I heard it and I felt it and it came thump upon my crown!  Run
+down hill with me where you will be quite safe," said Fox Lox.
+
+"That I will!" cried Cock Lock.
+
+So they ran and they ran and they ran.  Soon they met Duck Luck.
+
+"The sky is tumbling down, Duck Luck!" cried Cock Lock.
+
+"Who told you, Cock Lock?"
+
+"Oh, Hen Ren!"
+
+"Who told you, Hen Ren?"
+
+"Oh, Chicker Ricker!"
+
+"Who told you, Chicker Ricker?"
+
+"Oh, Fox Lox!"
+
+"Who told you, Fox Lox?"
+
+"Oh, I heard it and I felt it and it came thump upon my crown!  Run
+down hill with me where you will be quite safe," said Fox Lox.
+
+"That I will!" cried Duck Luck.
+
+So they ran and they ran and they ran.  Soon they met Drake Lake.
+
+"The sky is tumbling down, Drake Lake!" cried Duck Luck.
+
+"Who told you, Duck Luck?"
+
+"Oh, Cock Lock!"
+
+"Who told you, Cock Lock?"
+
+"Oh, Hen Ren!"
+
+"Who told you, Hen Ren?"
+
+"Oh, Chicker Ricker!"
+
+"Who told you, Chicker Ricker?"
+
+"Oh, Fox Lox!"
+
+"Who told you, Fox Lox?"
+
+"Oh, I heard it and I felt it and it came thump upon my crown!  Run
+down hill with me where you will be quite safe," said Fox Lox.
+
+"That I will!" cried Drake Lake.
+
+So they ran and they ran and they ran.  Soon they met Goose Loose.
+
+"The sky is tumbling down, Goose Loose!" cried Drake Lake.
+
+"Who told you, Drake Lake?"
+
+"Oh, Duck Luck!"
+
+"Who told you, Duck Luck?"
+
+"Oh, Cock Lock!"
+
+"Who told you, Cock Lock?"
+
+"Oh, Hen Ren!"
+
+"Who told you, Hen Ren?"
+
+"Oh, Chicker Ricker!"
+
+"Who told you, Chicker Ricker?"
+
+"Oh, Fox Lox!"
+
+"Who told you, Fox Lox?"
+
+"Oh, I heard it and I felt it and it came thump upon my crown!  Run
+down hill with me where you will be quite safe," said Fox Lox.
+
+"That I will!" cried Goose Loose.
+
+So they ran and they ran and they ran.  Soon they met Gander Lander.
+
+"The sky is tumbling down, Gander Lander!" cried Goose Loose.
+
+"Who told you, Goose Loose?"
+
+"Oh, Drake Lake!"
+
+"Who told you, Drake Lake?"
+
+"Oh, Duck Luck!"
+
+"Who told you, Duck Luck?"
+
+"Oh, Cock Lock!"
+
+"Who told you, Cock Lock?"
+
+"Oh, Hen Ren!"
+
+"Who told you, Hen Ren?"
+
+"Oh, Chicker Ricker!"
+
+"Who told you, Chicker Ricker?"
+
+"Oh, Fox Lox!"
+
+"Who told you, Fox Lox?"
+
+"Oh, I heard it and I felt it and it came thump upon my crown!  Run
+down hill with me where you will be quite safe," said Fox Lox.
+
+"That I will!" cried Gander Lander.
+
+So they ran and they ran and they ran.  Soon they met Turk Lurk.
+
+"The sky is tumbling down, Turk Lurk!" cried Gander Lander.
+
+"Who told you, Gander Lander?"
+
+"Oh, Goose Loose!"
+
+"Who told you, Goose Loose?"
+
+"Oh, Drake Lake!"
+
+"Who told you, Drake Lake?"
+
+"Oh, Duck Luck!"
+
+"Who told you, Duck Luck?"
+
+"Oh, Cock Lock!"
+
+"Who told you, Cock Lock?"
+
+"Oh, Hen Ren!"
+
+"Who told you, Hen Ren?"
+
+"Oh, Chicker Ricker!"
+
+"Who told you, Chicker Ricker?"
+
+"Oh, Fox Lox!"
+
+"Who told you, Fox Lox?"
+
+"Oh, I heard it and I felt it and it came thump upon my crown!  Run
+down hill with me where you will be quite safe," said Fox Lox.
+
+"That I will!" cried Turk Lurk.
+
+So they ran and they ran and they ran.  Soon they met Dove Love.
+
+"The sky is tumbling down, Dove Love!" cried Turk Lurk.
+
+"Who told you, Turk Lurk?"
+
+"Oh, Gander Lander!"
+
+"Who told you, Gander Lander?"
+
+"Oh, Goose Loose!"
+
+"Who told you, Goose Loose?"
+
+"Oh, Drake Lake!"
+
+"Who told you, Drake Lake?"
+
+"Oh, Duck Luck!"
+
+"Who told you, Duck Luck?"
+
+"Oh, Cock Lock!"
+
+"Who told you, Cock Lock?"
+
+"Oh, Hen Ren!"
+
+"Who told you, Hen Ren?"
+
+"Oh, Chicker Ricker!"
+
+"Who told you, Chicker Ricker?"
+
+"Oh, Fox Lox!"
+
+"Who told you, Fox Lox?"
+
+"Oh, I heard it and I felt it and it came thump upon my crown!  Run
+down hill with me where you will be quite safe," said Fox Lox.
+
+"That I will!" cried Dove Love.
+
+So they ran and they ran and they ran; and when Chicker Ricker and Hen
+Ren and Cock Lock and Duck Luck and Drake Lake and Goose Loose and
+Gander Lander and Turk Lurk and Dove Love reached the bottom of the
+hill, they were going so fast that they could not stop and they ran
+straight into Fox Lox's hole.
+
+"Now I have you!  Now I have you!" cried Fox Lox.  And he gobbled them
+all up.
+
+
+
+
+THE WEE, WEE WOMAN.
+
+Once upon a time there was a wee, wee woman who lived all alone in a
+wee, wee house.
+
+One night this wee, wee woman lighted her wee, wee candle, crept softly
+up her wee, wee stairs, got into her wee, wee bed, and fell fast
+asleep.  Soon this wee, wee woman was awakened by a noise.  She jumped
+out of her wee, wee bed, lighted her wee, wee candle and looked behind
+her wee, wee door, but there was nothing there.  Then she looked under
+her wee, wee bed, but there was nothing there.
+
+So this wee, wee woman took her wee, wee candle in her wee, wee hand,
+crept softly down her wee, wee stairs and, when she reached the room
+below, she looked under her wee, wee chair, but there was nothing
+there.  Then she looked into her wee, wee cupboard, but there was
+nothing there.  Then she looked behind her wee, wee stove, but there
+was nothing there.  Then she looked under her wee, wee table, but there
+was nothing there.
+
+So this wee, wee woman took her wee, wee candle in her wee, wee hand,
+crept softly up her wee, wee stairs, got into her wee, wee bed and fell
+fast asleep.  Soon this wee, wee woman was awakened by a noise.  She
+jumped out of her wee, wee bed, lighted her wee, wee candle and looked
+behind, her wee, wee door, but there was nothing there.  Then she
+looked under her wee, wee bed, but there was nothing there.
+
+So this wee, wee woman took her wee, wee candle in her wee, wee hand,
+crept softly down her wee, wee stairs, and, when she reached the room
+below, she looked under her wee, wee chair, but there was nothing
+there.  Then she looked into her wee, wee cupboard, but there was
+nothing there.  Then she looked behind her wee, wee stove, but there
+was nothing there.  Then she looked under her wee, wee table, but there
+was nothing there.
+
+So this wee, wee woman took her wee, wee candle in her wee, wee hand,
+crept softly up her wee, wee stairs, got into her wee, wee bed and fell
+fast asleep.  Soon this wee, wee woman was awakened by a noise.  She
+jumped out of her wee, wee bed, lighted her wee, wee candle and looked
+behind her wee, wee door, but there was nothing there.  Then she looked
+under her wee, wee bed, but there was nothing there.
+
+So this wee, wee woman took her wee, wee candle in her wee, wee hand,
+crept softly down her wee, wee stairs, and, when she reached the room
+below, she looked under her wee, wee chair, but there was nothing
+there.  Then she looked into her wee, wee cupboard, but there was
+nothing there.  Then she looked behind her wee, wee stove, but there
+was nothing there.  Then she looked under her wee, wee table and out
+jumped--BOO!!!
+
+
+
+
+THE LITTLE LONG TAIL.
+
+  As a cat and a mouse ran over a rail
+  The cat bit off the mouse's tail.
+
+The little mouse cried, "Cat, Cat, give back my little long tail again!"
+
+"That I will if you'll give me milk!" said Cat.
+
+The little mouse ran to Cow and cried, "Cow, Cow, give me milk, that I
+may give Cat milk, that Cat may give back my little long tail again!"
+
+"That I will if you'll give me hay!" said Cow.
+
+The little mouse ran to Barn and cried, "Barn, Barn, give me hay, that
+I may give Cow hay, that Cow may give me milk, that I may give Cat
+milk, that Cat may give back my little long tail again!"
+
+"That I will if you'll give me key!" said Barn.
+
+The little mouse ran to Smith and cried, "Smith, Smith, give me key,
+that I may give Barn key, that Barn may give me hay, that I may give
+Cow hay, that Cow may give me milk, that I may give Cat milk, that Cat
+may give back my little long tail again!"
+
+"That I will if you'll give me coal!" said Smith.
+
+The little mouse ran to Miner and cried, "Miner, Miner, give me coal,
+that I may give Smith coal, that Smith may give me key, that I may give
+Barn key, that Barn may give me hay, that I may give Cow hay, that Cow
+may give me milk, that I may give Cat milk, that Cat may give back my
+little long tail again!"
+
+"That I will!" cried Miner, and he gave the mouse coal.  The mouse gave
+Smith coal and Smith gave him key.  The mouse gave Barn key and Barn
+gave him hay.  The mouse gave Cow hay and Cow gave him milk.  The mouse
+gave Cat milk and Cat gave back his little long tail again.
+
+
+
+
+THE BROWNIES.
+
+ADAPTED FROM MRS. EWING.
+
+Such wonderful stories as grandmother told Johnnie and Tommy!  Stories
+of ghosts and hob-goblins, of dwarfs and fairies; and once she told
+them about a brownie that was said to have lived in their own family,
+long ago,--a brownie who did all manner of wonderful and useful things.
+He was a little fellow no larger than Tommy, she said, but very active
+and very shy.  He slept by the kitchen fire, and no one ever saw him;
+but, early in the morning, when all the family were in their beds, this
+brownie would get up, sweep the room, build the fire, spread the table,
+milk the cow, churn the cream, bring the water, scrub and dust, until
+there was not a speck of dirt anywhere to be seen.
+
+The children liked this story very much, and oh! how they did wish such
+a brownie would come to live in their house now!  Over and over again
+they said: "Was there really and truly a brownie, grandmother, and did
+he really help all the people as you say?  How we wish he would come
+back again!  Why, he could mind the baby and tidy the room and bring in
+the wood and wait on you, grandmother!  Can't we do something to get
+him back again?"
+
+"I don't know, my dears," said the grandmother; "but they used to say,
+in my young days, that if one set a bowl of bread and milk or even a
+pan of clear water for him over night he would be sure to come, and
+would do all the work just for that."
+
+"Oh! let us try it!" said both the boys; and one ran to get a pan, and
+the other to fetch fresh water from the well, for they knew, poor
+hungry lads, that there was no bread or milk in the house.  Their
+father, who was a poor tailor, could scarcely earn money enough to buy
+food for them all.  His wife had died when the baby was born and he
+could not make as many coats as before, for he must now do all the work
+of the house.  Johnnie and Tommy were idle and lazy and too thoughtless
+to help their father, although they were fine grown lads of five and
+seven.
+
+One night Tommy had a wonderful dream.  He thought he went down in the
+meadow by the old mill pond, and there he saw an owl who shook her
+feathers, rolled her great eyes, and called: "Tuwhit, tuwhoo!  Tuwhoo,
+whoo-o-o-o!  Tommy, what are you doing way down here this time of
+night?"
+
+"Please, I came to find the brownies," said Tommy; "can you tell me
+where they live, ma'am?"
+
+"Tuwhoo, tuwhoo!" screamed the old owl; "so it's the brownies you are
+after, is it?  Tuwhoo, tuwhoo!  Go look in the mill pond.  Tuwhoo,
+tuwhoo!  Go look in the water at midnight, and you'll see one.  By the
+light of the moon a brownie you'll see, to be sure, but such a lazy
+one!  Tuwhoo, tuwhoo!" screamed the old owl; and, flapping her wings,
+she went sailing away in the moonlight.
+
+"The mill pond, at midnight, by moonlight," thought Tommy.  What could
+the old owl mean?  It was midnight then, and moonlight, too; and there
+he was right down by the water.  "Silly old thing," said Tommy,
+"brownies don't live in the water."  But for all that Tommy went to the
+bank and peeped in.  The moon was shining as bright as day; and what do
+you suppose he saw?  Why, just a picture of himself in the water, and
+that was all.  "Humph!  I'm no brownie," said he to himself; but the
+longer he looked the harder he thought.  At last he said:
+
+"Am I a brownie?  Perhaps I am one, after all.  Grandmother said they
+are about as large as I, and the old owl said that I would see a very
+lazy one if I looked in the water.  Am I lazy?  That must be what she
+meant.  I am the brownie myself."  The longer he thought about it the
+surer he was that he must be a brownie.  "Why," he said, "if I am one,
+Johnnie must be another; then there are two of us.  I'll go home and
+tell Johnnie all about it."
+
+Off he ran as fast as his legs could carry him, and just as he was
+calling, "Johnnie, Johnnie!  We are brownies!  The old owl told me!" he
+found himself wide awake, sitting up in bed, rubbing his eyes, while
+Johnnie lay fast asleep by his side.  The first faint rays of morning
+light were just creeping in at their chamber window.  "Johnnie,
+Johnnie, wake up!  I have something to tell you!"
+
+After telling his brother all about his strange dream, Tommy said: "Let
+us play we really are brownies, John, even if we are not; it will be
+such fun for once to surprise father and grandmother.  We will keep out
+of sight and tell about it afterwards.  Oh, do come!  It will be such
+fun!"
+
+So these two brownies put on their clothes in a great hurry and crept
+softly down to the kitchen, where at first there seemed enough work for
+a dozen brownies to do.  Tommy built up a blazing fire, and, while the
+kettle was boiling, swept the untidy floor, while Johnnie dusted,
+placed his grandmother's chair, got the cradle ready for the baby and
+spread the table.  Just as everything was in order they heard their
+father's footstep on the stairs.  "Run!" whispered Tommy, "or he will
+see us."  So the boys scampered away to their bed in the loft and
+pretended to be fast asleep when their father called them to breakfast.
+
+The poor tailor was fairly beside himself with delight and
+astonishment, and believed that the brownie he had heard so much about
+in his childhood had really come back again.  The old grandmother was
+delighted, too, and said: "What did I tell you, son Thomas?  I always
+knew there were real brownies."
+
+Although being brownies was fun for the boys, it was hard work, too,
+and they sometimes thought they would leave off; but then they would
+think of their hard-working father and would grow quite ashamed.
+Things were so much better at home than they used to be.  The tailor
+never scolded now, the grandmother was more cheerful than of old, the
+baby was less fretful, the house was always tidy; and because the
+tailor had more time for his work, now that the brownies helped, he
+could make more coats and could get more money, and the boys did not go
+hungry to bed as they used to do; but there was always bread and milk
+enough, and a great bowlful to spare that they set each night for the
+brownie.
+
+At last the tailor said, "I am going to do something for that brownie.
+He has done so much for us all."  So he cut and stitched the neatest
+little coat you ever saw; for he said: "I have always heard that a
+brownie's clothes are ragged, so our brownie will need this, I know."
+When the coat was done it just fitted Tommy and was very fine to see,
+all stitched with gold thread and covered with brave brass buttons.
+
+That night the little coat was placed by the bowl of milk set for the
+brownie and, when the early morning came, the tailor was awakened by
+the sound of laughter and scuffling in the kitchen.  "It's the
+brownie," thought he; and getting out of bed he crept softly down the
+stairs.
+
+But when he reached the kitchen, instead of the brownie, he saw Johnnie
+and Tommy sweeping and making the fire and dusting and setting the
+table.  Tommy had put on the coat that the tailor had made for the
+brownie, and was skipping about in it laughing and calling to Johnnie
+to see how fine he looked, but saying: "I wish he had made it to fit
+you, John."
+
+"Boys, what does all this mean?" cried the tailor.  "Tommy, why have
+you put on that coat?"
+
+When the boys saw their father they ran to him and tried to tell him
+all about it.  "There is no brownie, father," they cried, "but we have
+done the work.  And O father! we are sorry that we were lazy and idle
+so long; but we mean to be brownies now, real brownies, and help you
+till we grow to be big men."  The poor tailor was so happy that he knew
+not what to say, and there were tears in his eyes as he kissed each
+little son.
+
+Tommy and Johnnie kept their promise and continued being brownies until
+they went away to homes of their own.  But their little sister grew to
+be the best brownie of all; and she kept her father's house so bright
+and clean with mop and brush and broom and dustpan that not a speck of
+dirt was anywhere to be seen.
+
+
+
+
+THE FAIRY SHOES.
+
+ADAPTED FROM MRS. EWING.
+
+Once upon a time a baby boy was born in a little brown house, far away
+in a country village, and everybody was invited to his christening and
+everybody was glad to come.
+
+Now the baby's mother had a fairy godmother of whom she was very fond.
+This fairy was rich and all the people said, "Surely she will bring a
+present to the baby on his christening-day, that is worth a great deal
+of money."  But, at last when the time came, what do you suppose she
+really brought?--a pair of stout little leather shoes with copper toes.
+
+In spite of the disappointment at the fairy's present the festivities
+went merrily on and, when the party was over and the fairy bade her
+god-daughter good-bye, she said: "My little present is not quite as
+shabby as it looks.  Those shoes will never wear out and, besides, the
+little feet that have them on can never go wrong.  When your baby has
+grown large enough to wear those shoes, if you send him on an errand,
+and tell him to come back quickly, and he forgets and stops to play,
+those little shoes will help him to remember by pinching his feet and
+pulling and twitching at his ankles until he will be glad to go on
+again.  They will remind him to go straight to school and to come
+straight home again as you have bidden him.  Indeed, wherever he is
+sent he will be quite sure to go, and he will come back again at just
+the right moment and, by the time his feet have grown too large to wear
+the little shoes, he will no longer need their help."
+
+Days passed by, months passed by.  The boy was no longer a baby, but
+had grown large enough to wear the fairy's shoes and, just as she had
+said, they always helped him to go the right way.
+
+Months sped and years sped and another baby boy came to stay in the
+little brown house, and then another and another and another, until the
+mother had nine boys.  Each one in turn wore the little shoes and, just
+as the fairy had said, they never wore out.  At last they descended to
+the ninth and youngest boy and became Timothy's shoes.
+
+Now the eighth little boy had rather small feet and had worn the shoes
+longer than the others, besides Timothy was the baby and, for one
+reason and another like these, his mother hated to put the rough little
+shoes upon him.  For a long time Timothy had gone his own way, which
+was rarely the right way.  At last he played truant from school so
+often and was late to dinner so many times, that his mother said she
+could bear it no longer, he must wear the fairy shoes.  So she had them
+freshly blackened and the copper tips newly polished and, one morning,
+she brought them out and told Timothy to put them on.
+
+"Now, Tim dear," she said, "go straight to school this morning.  If you
+don't these little shoes will pinch your feet terribly."
+
+But Timothy did not mind.  It was a bright, sunny morning in May and,
+if he had loitered on the way when the cold March winds blew up his
+jacket sleeves and made him shiver, and when the snow lay in great
+drifts by the roadside, how could he help wishing to linger now when
+every bush held a bird and every bank a flower?
+
+Once or twice Timothy stopped to pick spring flowers, but the shoes
+pinched his feet and he ran on again.  At last he reached the bank
+overlooking the swamp and, gazing down, he saw great clumps of
+cowslips, with their dark green leaves and crowns of beautiful yellow
+flowers.
+
+Then Timothy forgot all about school, forgot what his mother had said,
+forgot the shoes and their pinches and thought only of the cowslips.
+Oh, he must have some!
+
+In a moment away went his satchel on the grass and away went the
+flowers he had picked and he began scrambling down the bank toward the
+swamp as fast as he could go.  But the little shoes, they meant to go
+another way.  They meant to go to school and they pinched Timothy's
+feet and pulled and twitched at his ankles, trying to make him turn
+about and go in the right way, until he thought his feet would be
+wrenched off.  Timothy was very determined, the harder the little shoes
+pinched the more he was bound to have the bright yellow flowers; so, in
+spite of the pain, he kept on going down toward the swamp.
+
+When at last this little boy reached the foot of the bank and came to
+the edge of the swamp he found that the cowslips were all out of reach.
+Still he would have them.  Round and round the swamp he went, the shoes
+pinching and pulling harder at every step, till at last he grew quite
+desperate and, giving a big jump, he landed right out in the swamp in
+the very middle of a large clump of the flowers.  Then something
+strange happened, his feet sank down, down into the mud and water until
+the little shoes were soaked right off.  Poor, wayward Timothy's best
+friends were gone, but he did not know that.  He just waded around in
+the swamp and picked cowslips to his heart's content.
+
+At last, however, Timothy grew very tired.  He hurt his foot on a sharp
+stick.  A great green frog jumped into his face and startled him.  He
+had more flowers than he could carry.  Suddenly he remembered school
+and his lost shoes and thought of what his mother had told him.  Oh!
+how he did wish now that he had done just as she asked him to do.
+
+"What shall I say to the teacher?" he thought.  "Oh, what shall I do?
+How I wish I had gone straight to school as the little shoes tried to
+have me go!"
+
+Weary and sad Timothy climbed the bank.  Wiping the mud from his
+clothes with his handkerchief and taking his satchel, he started slowly
+for school again, all the time wondering what he should say to the
+teacher about being late.  At last he reached the door and prepared to
+tiptoe quietly in, but he had no sooner put his head inside and
+commenced to make an excuse than all the children began to laugh.
+Timothy was very much ashamed.  He looked to find, what they were
+laughing at and saw--What do you suppose he saw?  Standing in the
+middle of the floor, in the place in the class where he himself should
+have stood, were his little shoes, very muddy indeed and with a cowslip
+in each one of them.
+
+"You have been in the swamp, Timothy," said the teacher.  "Put on your
+shoes."
+
+When his lessons and his punishment were over, Timothy was very glad to
+let the little shoes take him quickly home.  And always after that he
+tried to do what his mother and the little shoes wished him to do.
+
+
+
+
+PICCIOLA.
+
+ADAPTED FROM "SAINTINE."
+
+Long, long ago a good man was thrown into prison by a great king.  The
+prison was dark and cold and still; for the gray stone walls and the
+stone roof and floor shut out the sunlight and all the beautiful sights
+and sounds of the world.  There was no one for the man to talk to, and
+there was no work for him to do.  There was one little window to let in
+the air, but it was so high up beyond his reach that he could not even
+get a glimpse of the blue sky.  Here he was kept for weeks and months
+and years, and was not allowed to know anything about his family,
+friends or home.  At last a door was opened into another part of the
+prison.  The walls of this part were high and strong, and the floor was
+paved with the same great, gray stones, but there was no roof overhead.
+Here the wind could come in and the rain and the sunlight.  He was
+allowed to walk here just for one short hour each day, and then he had
+to go back to his dark cell and the door was shut upon him.
+
+Once while walking here the prisoner saw a little mound of earth rising
+between two of the great stones of the floor.  At first he thought that
+some tiny worm or insect was trying to build a house for itself.
+Looking closer he saw that it was only the home of a little plant.  The
+stray seed had been brought by the wind, and it was now sending its
+roots down into the crevice between the stones.  "Poor little plant!"
+said the prisoner, "what a sad home you have found!  Shall I not crush
+you?  No!  Perhaps you have come to comfort me in this terrible place."
+Hurrying to his cell, he brought his cup of precious water.  "Drink!
+little one," he cried, as he poured the water out around it.  "Drink!
+and lift up your head."
+
+The next day he watched it again and watered it, and the next day, and
+the next.  How bravely it seemed to struggle to push its head up and
+its roots down, to open its leaves and to catch, the dull light.  At
+last the little plant became a dear friend and companion to the man.
+He would bend over it the whole hour each day and talk softly to it.
+He called it Picciola,--his Picciola,--his little one, and as the plant
+grew and put on new beauty he forgot his wrongs and his heart was
+filled with love and gentleness.
+
+Once there was a storm, and great hailstones beat down upon Picciola.
+"Ah, my poor little one will be killed!" cried the prisoner.  And he
+bent over her and sheltered her and the cruel hail fell upon his own
+head until the storm was past.  Fearing that other storms might come
+when he was shut away from her, he built a little house around her with
+the wood that was given him to keep him warm, and made a roof over her
+with a mat which he wove from the straw of his own bed.  This made him
+happy; for, though he could be with his Picciola for but one short hour
+each day, he felt that she was safe.  So the little plant grew and
+grew, and opened her flowers and sent out her perfume to make glad the
+heart of her lonely friend.
+
+But, alas! the day came when Picciola began to droop and wither.  She
+seemed about to die.  The poor prisoner was frantic with grief and
+cried, "Is my little one, my joy, my hope, the only thing for which I
+live, to be taken from me?"  Searching, he found that as Picciola had
+grown taller her stem had had grown larger, and now there was not room
+enough for it in the crevice between the stones.  Her sap,--her life
+blood,--was running away, as the rough edges of the stones cut into her
+delicate stem.  Nothing could save her but to lift those cruel stones.
+The prisoner tore at them with his weak hands.  Weeping, he begged the
+jailer to raise them, but the jailer could do nothing.  No one but the
+king could cause them to be lifted.  But how could the prisoner ask the
+king?  The king was far away.  The prisoner must send a letter to him,
+but he had no pen, ink or paper; so he wrote on his handkerchief with a
+bit of charred wood and begged, not for his own life, but for the life
+of Picciola,--that the king would cause the stones that were killing
+her to be raised.
+
+When the king read the prisoner's letter he said, "No man who is really
+wicked could care so much for a little, simple flower.  I will not only
+have the stones raised that are killing his Picciola, but I will pardon
+him.  He shall be free because of the love he bears his plant."
+
+So the prisoner left his lonely cell carrying with him his
+Picciola,--his little one whom he had saved and who in turn had set him
+free.
+
+
+
+
+CINDERELLA.
+
+The room was dark, the fire was out and a little girl sat crying all
+alone in the ashes.  "I want to go to the party too!" she sobbed.  "I
+want to dance and wear a pretty dress, but my dress is ragged.  My
+sisters have gone and left me.  Nobody wants me.  It's so dark here I'm
+afraid.  Oh!  I'm so cold." The tears ran down the face of this forlorn
+little girl and fell in the ashes at her feet.  Poor child!  Poor
+little maid!  She had to wash and scrub and dust, while her sisters did
+nothing but wear pretty clothes and go to all the parties.  They never
+thought of taking her with them.  She was only fit to blacken their
+boots and to mend their dresses.  Because her hands and her hair were
+sometimes gray and dusty from tending the fire and sweeping the hearth,
+they called her Cinderella.  She had helped her sisters to dress that
+very night, smiling all the time, but now that they were gone,
+Cinderella could keep back the tears no longer.  She was sobbing as if
+her heart would break, when suddenly she heard a noise, the room was
+filled with light and, right in front of her stood a curious little old
+woman, with a long stick in her hand.  She had pointed shoes on her
+feet and a tassel in her cap.
+
+"You shall go to the party!" said the queer little creature, stamping
+her foot on the floor.  "You have always been a good child.  You have
+as much right to go as your sisters.  You shall go! and you shall wear
+a pretty dress and ride in a fine carriage too, so dry your eyes, my
+dear, and bring me the biggest yellow pumpkin you can find in the
+garden," said the fairy; for this little old woman was really a fairy.
+
+The pumpkin was so large that Cinderella could hardly lift it.  With a
+nod of her pointed cap, the old woman touched it with her curious stick
+and a carriage, a wonderful carriage, stood in its place.  The
+cushion's were soft velvet ones, the windows were hung with curtains of
+silk and there were silver handles on both the doors.
+
+"Now quickly," said the fairy, "bring me the traps from the cellar!"
+There were six little shivering mice in one trap and two plump gray
+rats in the other.  "Open the doors!" said the old woman.  As the six
+mice crept slowly out she touched them, one at a time, with her long
+stick, which was really a fairy wand, and in a minute each little mouse
+was turned into a prancing gray horse that sprang to his place in front
+of the carriage.  Tap!  Tap! went the wand, and the rats were nowhere
+to be seen.  In their place stood two big, tall men with shiny boots on
+their feet and high hats on their heads.  They jumped upon the box and
+one of them caught the reins in his hands.
+
+"Now one thing more, my dear," said the fairy to Cinderella; "run into
+the garden again and bring the six lizards you will find under a big
+stone by the wall."  When the lizards were brought, the fairy touched
+them too and, in a twinkling, they jumped up from the ground and stood
+beside the carriage doors, three on one side and three on the
+other,--six little footmen, with six little green coats on their backs
+and six little red hats in their hands, all ready to help Cinderella
+into her wonderful carriage.
+
+Another touch of the old woman's wand and Cinderella herself stood
+dressed in a gown as blue as the blue sky above and all covered from
+top to toe with shining silver stars.  She was just going to step into
+the carriage and drive away when, looking down, she saw that her feet
+were quite bare, she had no shoes on.  The fairy saw too.  She smiled
+and took a pair of little slippers from her pocket.  They were all made
+of glass and they were such tiny, tiny slippers that, when Cinderella
+had put them on, she looked the most beautiful maiden in the whole wide
+world.  "Take good care of them, my dear," said the old woman.  "If you
+want to be happy be careful how you use those little shoes.  Now go,
+child, but there is one thing you must remember,--when the clock
+strikes twelve you must be at home again in this very room.  If you are
+not, all your beautiful things will vanish and you will be left alone
+just a poor little, ragged cinder-maid."
+
+Cinderella promised to remember.  She thanked the fairy and drove
+quickly away.  At last she reached the big house where the Prince was
+giving the party.  There was music and dancing in the great hall, but
+when Cinderella walked in, everybody stopped dancing and looked at her.
+They said, "What a pretty girl!  Who is she?  Where did she come from?
+She must be a princess to wear such wonderful clothes!  She has on such
+a fine dress, she must surely be a princess!"  When the Prince saw her,
+he asked her to dance with him and, after that, he would dance with no
+one else.  But Cinderella remembered what the fairy had told her and,
+just before midnight, she slipped away and was safe in the kitchen at
+home when the clock struck twelve.  No one had seen her leave the great
+hall.  No one had seen her drive away, but the Prince missed her the
+moment she was gone and had the great house searched from top to
+bottom, but not a trace of the pretty maiden could be found.
+
+On the second night of the great party all happened as on the first.
+Cinderella was made ready by the fairy and, when she reached the big
+house on the hill, the Prince ran to welcome her.  He would dance with
+no one else as before and, when Cinderella vanished just before the
+clock struck twelve, he was so unhappy that no one could comfort him.
+
+Now the third and last night of the party had come.  The Prince could
+think of nothing but the pretty maid.  "I must know who she is and
+where she comes from, or I shall never be happy again.  I will keep
+fast hold of her hand to-night.  She shall not slip away this time as
+she has always done before," said the Prince.
+
+Never had Cinderella been as happy as on that evening, never had she
+danced as well, never had the lights shone brighter or the music
+sounded sweeter, never had the Prince been half as gay.  Cinderella
+danced on and on.  She forgot the fairy, she forgot her promise, she
+forgot the hour.  The great clock in the hall ticked off the minutes.
+It was nearly twelve, still Cinderella danced on without a thought.
+The six gray horses pawed restlessly at the door.  Louder and louder
+grew the music, faster and faster flew the dancers, and the gayest of
+them all was Cinderella as she whirled by on the arm of the happy
+Prince.  But, hark!  What's that?  Above the noise of the dancing,
+above the music and laughter, a sound is heard.  It is the great clock
+striking the hour of midnight.
+
+Cinderella heard at last, at last she remembered.  She snatched her
+hand from the hand of the Prince.  She rushed to the doorway, but she
+tripped upon the mat and one of her little glass slippers fell off.
+The Prince ran after her, but he stopped to pick up her slipper, and
+when he reached the gateway the beautiful lady was nowhere to be seen.
+All was dark and still, only a ragged beggar-maid, sobbing as if her
+heart would break, went quickly away into the night.  Poor, poor
+Cinderella!  Her wonderful carriage had vanished, her beautiful dress
+was gone, nothing was left her but one tiny glass slipper.  She stooped
+and taking it from her foot she put it carefully into the pocket of her
+ragged dress, and walked barefoot all the way home alone in the
+darkness.
+
+Time passed, the poor Prince could not sleep by night and could not
+rest by day for he had lost his beautiful lady.  He had her little
+slipper and that was his only comfort.  At last he said, "Whoever can
+wear this slipper shall be my queen and queen of all my people."
+
+He took the precious slipper and he traveled far and near through all
+the land.  He stopped at every cottage and he stopped at every castle
+and he begged every maiden whom he met to try it on.  But, alas! he
+found no one with foot small enough to wear it.  At last, one day, he
+stopped before the only house that, in all his kingdom, he had not
+visited.  Cinderella's sisters hurried to meet him for it was at their
+door he stood.  They tried and tried to crowd their great feet into the
+tiny slipper, but it was of no use.  The Prince was turning sadly away
+thinking, "I shall never see my beautiful lady again," when he caught
+sight of a face at the kitchen window.  "Who is that?" he cried.  "Oh,
+it is only Cinderella! a poor kitchen maid," said the sisters.  "Let
+her be brought!  She too shall try the slipper!" said the Prince.  "No!
+no!  She is too ragged and dirty to be seen.  Do you think that a
+cinder-maid can wear your shoe when we cannot get it on?" But the
+Prince would have his way.
+
+When Cinderella was brought, her dainty little foot slid into the glass
+shoe as easily as though she had worn it all her life.  She smiled and
+took its mate from the pocket of her ragged dress.  The Prince smiled
+too and, looking into Cinderella's face, he saw his long lost lady of
+the party.  With a cry of joy he lifted her, all ragged as she was,
+upon his horse and the Prince and his chosen princess rode away.
+
+
+
+
+THE HUT IN THE FOREST.
+
+"Indra!  Indra!  Indra!  Oh, Indra!  Where are you?" called Carla and
+Alween.  "Come, Indra, we are going home.  Come, it will soon be dark.
+Hurry, or we shall lose our way."  But Indra did not answer.  In her
+eagerness to find the biggest berries she had strayed away from her
+sisters.  Now it was quite dark, and she could not find the path.  She
+called and called but heard nothing save the sound of her own voice.
+At last, just as she was thinking, "I will have to pass the night here
+all alone in the wood," she saw a light shining through the darkness.
+Following this light, Indra soon stood in front of a small house at the
+door of which she knocked.  "Come in!" called a harsh voice.  Stepping
+inside, the girl saw before her an old man whose beard was long, whose
+hair was white and whose back was bent almost double; while lying near
+him in front of the fire, were a cock, a hen and a brindled cow.
+
+"I have lost my way in the forest," said Indra.  "It is dark, I have
+nowhere to sleep and I am so hungry.  Will you not give me something to
+eat and a bed to lie on?"
+
+The old man looked at her for a long time with his sharp, gray eyes
+then, turning to the animals by the fire, he said,--
+
+  "My cock, my hen,
+  My brindled cow,
+  What say you now?
+  What say you now?"
+
+The cock, the hen, and the brindled cow all opened their mouths and
+called out together,--
+
+  "Oh, let her stay!
+  We'll not say nay."
+
+"Go into the kitchen and cook us some supper," said the old man turning
+again to Indra.  The girl did as she was bidden.  Soon a good meal was
+ready which she placed upon the table, but she gave nothing to the
+animals and without speaking to them, or even so much as looking at
+them, she sat down at the old man's side and ate heartily.
+
+"Now I am satisfied," said Indra.  "Show me where to sleep."  The
+animals said nothing.  "Go into the room above and make ready the two
+beds you will find there, then I will come and lie down and sleep also,
+for I am weary," said the old man.
+
+Indra spread the two beds with fresh linen.  Then without giving one
+thought to the hungry animals below, she laid herself down in one of
+the beds and fell fast asleep.
+
+When at last the old man climbed to the loft and saw Indra lying in a
+deep slumber, he looked sorrowfully at her for a long time.  Then
+shaking his head sadly and slowly, he opened a curious door beneath the
+bed on which the girl lay and let her down into the dark, underground
+cellar of the hut.
+
+That night there was trouble and sorrow for good Mother Grougans and
+for Carla and Alween.  As soon as daylight came they went forth to
+search for Sister Indra; but, though they scoured the forest far and
+wide, not a trace of her could be found, and at last they were forced
+to give their dear one up as lost.
+
+Now as the two sisters Carla and Alween gathered berries in the forest
+one day not long after, Carla, in her eagerness to fill her pail with
+the biggest berries, strayed away just as her sister Indra had done.
+Alween was forced to return home alone, and it happened with Carla just
+as it had with her elder sister.  She followed the light that shone
+from the cottage window, knocked at the door, entered, and saw the old
+man sitting and the animals lying by the fire.  She too begged for food
+and a bed in which to sleep.
+
+Turning to the animals the old man said,--
+
+  "My cock, my hen,
+  My brindled cow,
+  What say you now?
+  What say you now?"
+
+The cock, the hen, and the brindled cow all opened their mouths and
+called out together,--
+
+  "Oh, let her stay!
+  We'll not say nay."
+
+Then the old man sent Carla to prepare supper.  Just as her sister had
+done, she cooked and ate and gave not so much as a glance or a thought
+to the hungry animals.  "Now I am satisfied," said Carla at last.
+"Show me where to sleep."  The animals said nothing, but the old man
+told her to prepare the two beds in the loft.  After spreading them
+with fresh linen the girl laid herself down upon one of the beds and
+fell fast asleep.
+
+When the old man climbed to the loft and saw Carla lying in a sound
+slumber, he opened the curious door again and let her also down into
+the cellar.
+
+Now when Carla failed to return home.  Mother Grougans was lost in
+grief and she forbade her youngest daughter, Alween, to go into the
+wood on any account whatsoever.  And she said, "Shall I lose my
+youngest and my dearest also?"  But soon mother and daughter were both
+so hungry that Alween was forced to go into the forbidden forest in
+search of food.  In her eagerness to get the largest and the sweetest
+berries for her mother, she too strayed away from the path, and all
+happened with her as it had with her sisters.
+
+When Alween entered the hut and begged for food and shelter, the old
+man turned to his animals and said,--
+
+  "My cock, my hen,
+  My brindled cow,
+  What say you now?
+  What say you now?"
+
+The cock, the hen, and the brindled cow all opened their mouths and
+called out together,--
+
+  "Oh, let her stay!
+  We'll not say nay."
+
+Then Alween thanked the animals for their kindness and, going close to
+them, she stroked the smooth feathers of the cock and the hen and
+patted the brindled cow on the white star in her forehead.  She made
+ready the supper and set it before the old man; but, before satisfying
+her own hunger, she said, "The good animals are hungry too.  I must
+first get food for them."  So she placed a bundle of hay in front of
+the brindled cow and scattered wheat and barley for the cock and the
+hen and brought a fresh drink of water for all.  Then she herself ate
+and was satisfied.
+
+That night Alween slept soundly in the loft of the little hut, but not
+before she had seen the old man tucked snugly into his bed and fast
+asleep.  When she wakened, with the first rays of morning light, she
+thought, "I must dress quickly and get breakfast for the poor old man
+and feed the little cock and the little hen and the pretty brindled
+cow."  But when she opened her eyes she seemed to be no longer in the
+loft of the little old hut in the wood.  Instead of its dingy walls she
+saw before her a vast hall hung with cloth of gold and rich
+embroideries, and light and sunshine and flowers were everywhere.  "I
+am surely dreaming," said Alween.  Pushing aside the rich silken
+curtain of her bed, which also seemed a part of her dream, she thought
+to dress herself; but the poor ragged clothes she had put off the night
+before were nowhere to be found.  In their place lay costly garments of
+satin and velvet.
+
+"Oh, this is a dream, a dream!" thought the girl.  She rubbed her eyes
+again and again as she gazed at the rich curtains and the costly
+garments and the splendid walls with their gay embroideries.  She
+called aloud.  She ran to the old man's bed to see if he were still
+asleep,--there in his place lay a stranger, young and handsome.
+
+"Oh, where is the little old hut in the forest and where is the poor
+old man?  Oh, where is the little cock and the little hen and the
+pretty brindled cow and where, oh, where am I?" she cried.  At this the
+stranger wakened and, sitting up in bed, he called softly: "Do not run
+away.  Alween!  Alween!  Come back!  Come back!  Do not be frightened.
+We are all here.  I was the old man with the long white beard and my
+servants yonder were the cock, the hen and the brindled cow.  You have
+saved our lives.  You have set us free.  You have delivered us from
+worse than death.  I am a king's son, but I was bewitched by a wicked
+old fairy and forced, in the form of an old, old man, to live here in a
+hut in the forest all alone, except for my three servants, who were
+made to take the form of a cock, of a hen, and of a brindled cow.  Here
+we were obliged to stay until some one came to us who showed love and
+kindness toward my animals as well as toward myself.  You have saved
+us.  You have set us free and this great palace and all within it is
+yours."
+
+And Alween married the king's son and they were very happy together for
+many, many years; but her sisters were forced to live lives of hardship
+and poverty until their hearts had grown more kindly toward all living
+creatures.
+
+
+
+
+THE SLEEPING PRINCESS.
+
+Once, a long, long time ago, there lived a brave king and a beautiful
+queen.  They ruled the land wisely; they loved each other dearly, and
+they would have been happy but for one thing--they had no children.
+
+At last there came a day of joy--a day that brought a little princess
+to the palace.  The baby girl grew strong and rosy and the time for her
+christening drew near.  Then came twelve good fairy godmothers to eat
+from the king's twelve golden plates, to drink from his twelve golden
+goblets and to bring twelve good wishes to his little daughter.
+
+Now thirteen fairies lived in the kingdom; but, as the king had only
+twelve golden plates and twelve golden goblets, the thirteenth fairy
+was not invited.  This made her very angry and she cried, "I will go to
+the christening!  I will see the king's daughter and the king shall rue
+the day on which he dared to slight me!"
+
+They named the little princess Briar Rose.  The first fairy godmother
+gave her beauty.  The second gave happiness.  "Wisdom is my gift," said
+number three.  "Grace shall be hers," cried four.  "I give her wit,"
+said five.  The sixth godmother gave sympathy.  The seventh gave
+wealth.  The eighth said, "The princess shall have courage and shall be
+strong and brave."  Number nine cried, "Health is hers as long as ever
+she may live."  The tenth gave youth.  "The Briar Rose shall love her
+people and she shall rule gently and where she goes joy shall go too,"
+said number eleven.  The twelfth fairy opened her lips to wish long
+life, when, just at that moment, the thirteenth fairy, who had not been
+invited, burst into the room.  She pushed the good fairy aside and,
+before anyone could stop her, she cried out in a loud angry voice, "The
+princess shall prick her finger with a spindle, on her fifteenth
+birthday, and shall die!"  In a moment all was excitement.  The jealous
+old fairy rushed from the palace, but the people dashed after her.
+"Drive the wicked witch from the kingdom!  Burn every spindle in the
+land!" they cried.
+
+The twelfth fairy could not take away the bad wish, she could only
+soften it.  "The princess shall not die," she said, "but she shall fall
+into a deep sleep that shall last for a hundred years."
+
+The jealous old fairy was driven far, far away.  The king ordered that
+every spindle in the whole land be burned.  Then every one was happy
+once more, for now all thought that no harm could come near the little
+Briar Rose.
+
+Day by day the princess grew more gentle and more beautiful and all who
+saw her loved her.  Years flew by, the bad wish of the jealous old
+fairy was forgotten.  All the people thought that some day the little
+princess would be their queen.  She was a big girl now, almost a woman.
+At last her fifteenth birthday came and, to amuse herself upon that
+very morning, she went wandering about the old palace all alone.  She
+peeped into unused rooms; she took curious old treasures into her
+hands; she walked through long halls; she ran up and down dark
+corridors.
+
+At last the princess reached the topmost tower of the great palace.
+Here a flight of wooden steps led up to a little door that she had
+never before seen.  The door was close shut, but a rusty key stood in
+the lock.  She sprang upon the stairs.  She turned the rusty key.  The
+door swung slowly open and the princess saw that, in a far corner of a
+dimly lighted room, sat a little, bent old woman.  She was spinning.
+It was really the jealous old fairy, who had uttered the bad wish so
+many years ago, but the princess did not know this.
+
+"Good morrow, good mother," she said.  But the old woman kept on
+spinning.
+
+"Who are you and where did you come from?" cried the princess.  But the
+old woman kept on spinning.
+
+"Why do you sit by yourself in this dark room?  Have you no home?  Have
+you no friends?  Have you no fire to warm you, or light to cheer you?"
+But the old woman kept on spinning.
+
+At last, getting no answer to her questions, the little Briar Rose
+stepped across the threshold.  She stood beside the old woman's chair,
+and, bending over it, called out in her sweet tones, "What is that I
+see in your hand, good mother, which whirls about so merrily?"  But the
+old woman only kept on spinning.
+
+"Let me take that curious thing," said the princess, reaching out her
+hand for the spindle.
+
+Then for the first time the old woman lifted her ugly face.  She rose
+quickly from her chair.  She thrust the spindle into the girl's hand.
+She opened her wicked old lips.  "Take it," she croaked, "and may death
+go with it!"
+
+Scarcely had the spindle touched the hand of the poor princess when a
+tiny stream of blood flowed from her little finger and she fell into a
+deep, deep sleep.
+
+At that moment every one in the great palace fell fast asleep also.
+The king slept upon his golden throne; the queen slept in her royal
+parlor; the judges slept on the council benches.  Fast asleep fell
+lords and ladies of the court.  Even the flies slept on the walls, and
+the fires died down upon the palace hearths.  The dogs slept in their
+kennels, and the horses in their stalls.  Outside the birds slept on
+the branches, and the drowsy bees slept in the drooping flowers.  Not
+even a leaf stirred upon a single tree within the castle yard, but all
+was quiet and as still as death.  A hedge of thorn trees shot up around
+the palace and, in a single night, the hedge grew so thick that not a
+chink of light shone through it, and so tall that not even the tallest
+palace spire could be seen above it.
+
+Years went by and Briar Rose was forgotten.  No one living knew what
+was hidden behind the great hedge.  Old tales were sometimes told of a
+beautiful princess who lay there asleep and, every now and then, a bold
+young prince would try to force his way through the hedge; but the
+thorns were so sharp that no one had ever caught so much as a glimpse
+even of the old castle, in which this beautiful princess slept.
+
+At last there came a handsome prince, bolder than all the others, who
+cried, "I will break down this hedge!  I will set this princess free!"
+Now it happened that that very day ended the long sleep of the Briar
+Rose.  All the hundred summers had just passed by.  The wish had come
+true and it was now time for the beautiful princess to awake, but the
+bold prince did not know this.  He drew his sword.  He rushed upon the
+hedge, when, lo! the sharp thorns turned aside; the branches opened and
+there before him stood the sleeping palace.
+
+He burst the gates.  Not even a leaf stirred upon a single tree within
+the castle yard.  Not a dog bayed in the kennels.  Not a horse whinnied
+in the stalls.  Not a bird sang in the branches.  Not a bee droned in
+the flowers.  All was as still as death.  He burst the palace doors.
+There slept the king upon his golden throne.  There slept the queen
+within her royal parlor.  There slept the judges on the council
+benches.  There slept the lords and ladies of the court; but the
+princess, the beautiful princess, where was she?  He looked in all the
+splendid rooms.  He searched the halls and corridors but no princess
+could he find.  He climbed the winding stairway,--higher and higher up
+he went, higher and yet higher still.  At last he reached the little
+chamber.  Would he find her here?  He turned the rusty key.  The low
+door opened.  He entered.  There before him lay--could it be she, the
+sleeping beauty?  Her eyes were closed, but her cheeks were pink like
+the wild roses at the gate.  Her lips were red like the scarlet ribbon
+that she wore.  Her black hair had grown to her very feet and lay about
+her like a splendid dress.  "Would she waken?" thought the prince.  He
+stooped!  He caught his breath!  He kissed her!  The charm was broken!
+Her eyes flew open and the princess smiled upon her prince.
+
+Just at that moment the king rose from his golden throne.  The queen
+swept from her royal parlor.  The judges yawned on the council benches.
+Awake came lords and ladies of the court.  Again the fires leaped up
+upon the palace hearths.  Again the flies buzzed on the window panes.
+A wind blew through the castle yard.  Again the birds sang in the
+branches and the bees droned in the flowers.  Again the dogs barked in
+the kennels and the horses whinnied in the stalls.
+
+The hundred years were past and all was life and joy once more.  Out of
+the palace gates rode the bold prince, and beside him rode the happy
+princess, whom his kiss had waked.
+
+
+
+
+TOPSY STORIES.
+
+I. THE COMING OF TOPSY.
+
+One night, when Alice was a very little girl, her papa came home early
+from the office.  He carried a small basket in his hand, but when he
+saw Alice he put the basket behind his back; his eyes twinkled as he
+did so.
+
+"Guess what I have brought you, little daughter," he said.  "Something
+to play with."
+
+Alice ran and caught fast hold of her papa's knees with her two chubby
+arms, and her eyes grew big and bright as she peeped around at the
+basket.
+
+"Oh, what is it, papa?  Do let me see."
+
+"You must guess first," said her papa; "such a fine plaything."
+
+"I know; it's a dolly!" cried Alice.
+
+Papa laughed.  "No, it's ever so much better than a dolly, for it's
+alive," he said.
+
+"Oh, then it's a bird," cried the little girl.
+
+But her papa only shook his head.
+
+"Maybe it's a bunny, then," said Alice.
+
+"No, no, you will never guess right," laughed papa, "so I will have to
+tell you.  Just listen a moment," he said, as he held the basket close
+to Alice's ear.
+
+The little girl stood on her tiptoes and fairly held her breath.  Soon
+she heard a faint sound: "Meow! meow! meow!"
+
+"It's a kitty!  It's a kitty!  Do open the basket quickly, papa," cried
+Alice, dancing up and down and clapping her hands.  Then she tried to
+push her fingers under the cover.
+
+Sure enough, when the basket was opened there lay a tiny kitten.
+
+"Oh, isn't she black!" cried the little girl.
+
+"Yes, indeed, she is," said Alice's papa.  "I should call her Topsy.
+There isn't a white hair in her whole glossy coat, from the tip of her
+little pink nose to the end of her little black tail."
+
+"What big yellow eyes!  And oh, look! look! what funny feet she has!
+Why are they so large, papa?" asked Alice.
+
+"That's because she is a seven-toed kitten, little daughter.  I expect
+that she will catch a great many mice with those big feet of hers, when
+she grows to be a cat."
+
+Alice turned one of the funny front paws over.  "One, two, three, four,
+five, six, seven," she counted.  "Yes, there are just seven toes here,
+but look, papa, there are not so many on her hind feet.  I wonder if
+she is hungry.  May I feed her, mamma?"
+
+Mamma brought some milk, and soon Topsy seemed to feel quite at home.
+She lapped the milk with her little red tongue, until there was not a
+drop of it left in the saucer.  Then she began to purr and to rub her
+face against the hand of her new mistress.  Finally she curled up in
+Alice's lap until she looked like a shiny black ball, and began
+blinking at the fire with sleepy eyes.
+
+Alice was sleepy, too.  She curled up in papa's lap, just as kitty had
+done in hers, and soon Topsy and she were both fast asleep.
+
+
+
+
+TOPSY STORIES.
+
+II. HOW TOPSY KEPT WARM.
+
+"Is that Topsy crying?" said Alice's mamma, one morning.  "Listen a
+moment."
+
+Alice stopped playing with her doll and kept very quiet.  Yes, she
+could hear a faint meow.  She ran to the outside door and opened it,
+but kitty was not there.  She listened again, and again she heard the
+same sound: "Meow! meow! meow!"
+
+"Perhaps kitty is at the other door," said Alice's mamma.
+
+Alice turned the knob and pulled the door wide open; but only a rush of
+cold air and a few snowflakes came in.
+
+"Where can she be, mamma?  Oh, I know now!  She is down cellar," said
+Alice.  But no kitty was there.  "Maybe she is in the wood shed.  I'll
+run and see!  No, mamma, she isn't there, either.  I don't think she is
+happy, wherever she is.  She doesn't sound so.  Just hear her cry!"
+
+Both listened again to the half-smothered meow.
+
+"No, she doesn't sound very happy, pet," said mamma.  "She is shut up
+somewhere and can't get out.  We must find her."
+
+So the mother and the little girl began to search for Topsy.  Upstairs
+and downstairs they went, looking everywhere.  They opened all the
+closet doors, they looked into all the trunks and boxes.  They even
+peeped into the baby's hamper and lifted the lid of grandmother's big
+workbasket; but no kitty did they find.  Still they could hear her
+crying "Meow! meow! meow!" all the time.
+
+Back to the kitchen they went.  "She must be in this room," said mamma;
+"the meowing sounds louder here than it does anywhere else."
+
+Round and round the room went Alice, peeping everywhere.  Her mother
+looked in all the places, too.  No kitty in the cupboard, no kitty in
+the china closet, no kitty in the washtubs, no kitty in the wood box!
+
+At last Alice stood still, quite close to the big stove, wondering
+where she could look next.
+
+"Meow! meow! meow!"
+
+"Oh, mamma.  It sounds loudest right here!"
+
+Alice's mother bent her head and listened.  "So it does," she said.
+Then she put her hand on the door of the big warming oven.  She pulled
+it open, and--out walked Topsy, very warm indeed, but not hurt at all.
+
+Alice caught kitty up in her arms and gave her a good hug.  The poor
+cat's fur was quite hot.
+
+"It's a good thing for pussy that we found her as soon as we did," said
+mamma.
+
+Alice gave Topsy a saucer of milk, and soon her pet was curled up in
+the doll's cradle fast asleep and none the worse for her warming.
+
+
+
+
+TOPSY STORIES.
+
+III. HOW TOPSY MOTHERED HER NEIGHBOR'S KITTENS.
+
+Topsy had no babies of her own.  Tarlequin, her next door neighbor, had
+two soft, little, cuddley ones.  Topsy was lonely.  Her tail grew big
+and bushy, and her eyes grew dark and bright as she trotted off toward
+the wood shed where, in a barrel of nice smelling shavings, her
+neighbor had set up housekeeping.
+
+Tarlequin was not at home that morning.  Topsy did not stop to knock,
+but gave a big spring and landed right in the middle of the babies'
+bed.  Then she took one of the babies right in her mouth by the loose
+skin at the back of its neck, jumped out of the barrel, and ran home as
+fast as she could.  She laid the stolen kitten softly down on her own
+bed, and began to wash it all over with her funny rough tongue.
+
+Soon the kitten began to cry, for it was hungry and missed its own
+mother.
+
+Alice heard the strange sound and ran to find out what it could be.
+
+When Topsy saw her little mistress, she curled herself up all around
+the stolen baby and began to growl and hiss, something she had never
+done to Alice before.
+
+"Oh, mamma, do come and see what Topsy has found!"
+
+"Well, well!" said mamma.  "It is one of Tarlequin's babies.  Where did
+she get it?"
+
+"Why are Topsy's eyes so shiny, and why does she growl at me, mamma?  I
+am afraid to touch her," said Alice.
+
+"She thinks that you are going to take the kitten away, little
+daughter; but it will never do to let her keep it.  Tarlequin will miss
+it and, besides, we have no way of feeding it."
+
+Alice's mother began to talk softly to Topsy.  After a while she put
+her hand down and gently stroked the cat's face.  Very soon Topsy
+allowed mamma to take both herself and the little kitten up in her
+arms.  Then mamma carried them back to Tarlequin's barrel in the
+neighbor's wood shed.
+
+Tarlequin was at home this time.  She seemed very glad to see her lost
+baby back again and called, "Meow! meow! meow!"
+
+Mamma stroked Tarlequin, saying, "Nice kitty! nice kitty!"  Then she
+put Topsy right down in the nest beside Tarlequin and stroked her.
+Soon the two cats were purring softly and licking each other and the
+two kittens by turns.
+
+That was the last time that Topsy was ever lonely, for she lived in
+Tarlequin's barrel after that, and helped bring up Tarlequin's babies;
+and she took just as good care of them as their own mother did, too.
+
+She cuddled close to them when they were asleep so that they would not
+feel cold.  Every day she licked their coats until they were smooth and
+shiny.  When the kittens were big enough, Topsy brought them all the
+plump mice they could eat, and she let them tumble and scramble all
+over her, nip at her ears and play with her tail as much as ever they
+liked.
+
+"Isn't Tarlequin real good, mamma," said Alice one day, as she saw her
+pet frolicking with the two kittens, "to let poor Topsy help bring up
+her babies?"
+
+"Yes, indeed," said mamma; "and I wonder if there was ever a family of
+kits before that had two mothers at the same time!"
+
+
+
+
+TOPSY STORIES.
+
+IV. TOPSY'S HIDING PLACE.
+
+All around the kitchen they went, playing hide and seek.  Topsy hid
+under the stove, Alice hid in the cupboard; Topsy hid behind the wood
+box, Alice hid under the table; Topsy hid in the corner back of the
+coal hod, Alice hid in the folds of mamma's big apron hanging behind
+the kitchen door; but they never failed to find each other and always
+had a great frolic after each one's hiding place was discovered.
+
+At last the play was over and Topsy went fast asleep, lying on her back
+in the doll's cradle.  She looked very funny, with her paws sticking
+straight up in the air.
+
+Soon Alice wanted to put dolly to bed; so Topsy found another nice
+resting place, stretched out in mamma's workbasket, with her front paws
+lying on the pincushion; but when mamma came for thimble and thread
+kitty was forced to move again.
+
+"Meow! meow!" she said.  "I will get out of every one's way, and go
+where I can sleep as long as I please without being disturbed!"  So
+Topsy sprang upon the table, then upon a tall folded screen near by,
+and, with a big jump, landed at last on the very tiptop of the china
+closet.  No one saw her.  She crept far back against the wall and was
+soon fast asleep, lying in a nice warm corner, just under the ceiling.
+
+After a time Alice grew tired of playing with her doll and looked about
+for kitty, but kitty was nowhere to be seen.  The little girl went to
+the door and called, "Kitty! kitty! kitty!" but no kitty came.  She
+called again, but no shrill meow answered her.  She called again and
+again, but still no Topsy was to be heard or seen.
+
+"Oh, mamma, where can kitty be?" said Alice, with tears in her eyes.
+"I am afraid she is lost.  I haven't seen her for ever so long."
+
+"Have you looked in all the hiding places?  Perhaps she has gone fast
+asleep somewhere and doesn't hear you call," said mamma.
+
+So Alice began to search for her pet, but though she looked everywhere
+no kitty did she find.  She called and called again, but all in vain;
+no Topsy answered her.
+
+"Never mind, little daughter," said mamma, "kitty has probably gone off
+hunting and will surprise you by and by with a big fat mouse."
+
+So Alice was comforted; and though she felt very lonely with no furry
+ball snuggled in her lap and no bright-eyed playmate scampering at her
+heels, she tried to be happy playing with her dolly and looking at her
+new picture book.
+
+At last the long day was over and night came.  It brought no Topsy, but
+it did bring papa from his work.  When Alice saw him coming, she ran
+out to meet him and, throwing herself into his arms, poured out all her
+trouble: "Oh, papa, Topsy is lost!  We can't find her anywhere!  She
+has been gone all day long!  I have looked and looked, and called and
+called, but she doesn't come!"
+
+Papa comforted his little daughter as papas know how to do.  "Cheer up!
+little girl.  We will find her after supper," he said.
+
+When the pleasant evening meal was over and all the family sat around
+the cozy fire, papa said: "I think I know how to make Topsy come, if
+she is in the house."
+
+"Oh, how?" cried Alice.
+
+Papa said nothing but he puckered up his lips and began to whistle in
+loud, shrill tones.  At the first note something stirred on top of the
+china closet.  Then there was a short, protesting meow.  Papa kept on
+whistling.  Kitty stood up and began to stretch.  As the shrill music
+continued, Topsy walked to the edge of the cupboard and looked down.
+
+"Oh, there she is! there she is!" cried Alice.  "Oh, my own dear kitty!
+But what a funny place to hide in!"
+
+Louder and shriller grew papa's whistling.  Kitty jumped upon the
+screen and then leaped to the table.  Still papa whistled on.  Topsy
+sprang to the floor and, jumping into papa's lap, began to rub her face
+against his breast.  "Meow! meow!" she said.  Still the shrill noise
+did not atop.  Pussy put her front paws high up on papa's chest and
+rubbed her face against his chin, at the same time nipping it gently
+with her teeth and calling, "Meow! meow!" which meant, "Stop! stop!
+Please, master, I am here.  What do you want?  Oh, do stop that
+dreadful noise!"
+
+So papa stopped whistling and Alice and Topsy had a fine frolic before
+bedtime.
+
+This was the first and only time that Topsy was ever lost; but to this
+day, she will sometimes steal away and sleep for hours on her lofty
+perch, heedless of coaxing or scolding, and only dislodged at night by
+papa's shrill whistle.
+
+
+
+
+TOPSY STORIES.
+
+V. TOPSY'S BABIES.
+
+"I must teach the kittens some tricks," said Alice one day.  "They are
+getting so big and plump.  Don't you think they are old enough to learn
+to do things, mamma?"
+
+"Well, little daughter, suppose you try teaching them," said mamma.
+
+So Alice went to the door and called: "Kittens! kittens! kittens!
+Come, Tip!  Come, Trot!  Come, kittens!"  Now their real names were
+Tipkins and Trotkins, but Alice always called them Tip and Trot for
+short.
+
+When the kittens heard their little mistress call, they came running as
+fast as their fat little bodies and their short little legs would let
+them come; for "Kittens, kittens, kittens!" almost always meant: "Here
+is some nice warm milk to drink."
+
+Alice gathered the funny little things up in her arms.  They looked
+just exactly alike, for Tipkins had a black spot on the end of his
+tail, and Trotkins had a black spot on the end of his tail, too;
+Tipkins' eyes were blue, so were Trotkins'; Tipkins' nose was black,
+and Trotkins' nose was black, too.  Alice often wondered how their
+mother, Topsy, ever told them apart.
+
+"Now," said the little girl, "you have grown to be such big pussies
+that it is time you learned to work.  You must earn your dinner.  What
+do you say to that?"
+
+"Meow! meow!" said Tipkins.  "Meow! meow!" said Trotkins.  "Meow!
+meow!" said Tipkins and Trotkins together.  Which seemed to mean, "That
+we will, little mistress; only show us how."
+
+Alice took a tiny bit of meat in her fingers and let one of the kittens
+smell of it; then she said very slowly, "Now, pussy, roll over."  The
+kitten liked the smell of the meat very much, so he said, "Meow! meow!"
+but he did not know in the least what "roll over" meant, so he did
+nothing.  "Roll over, kitty," said his little mistress again, but he
+only said, "Meow! meow! meow!" once more.  Then Alice made pussy lie
+down, and she gently rolled him over with her hand, saying very slowly
+as she did so, "Roll over."  After this she gave him the bit of meat.
+
+Then it was the other kitten's turn.  He had no more idea than his
+brother what "roll over" meant; but after Alice had said the words two
+or three times, she gently rolled his plump little body over, too, and
+then gave him the nice bit of meat also.  Then she set a big saucer of
+milk down in front of her pets, and so ended the first lesson of
+Tipkins and Trotkins.
+
+This was only the first of many lessons, however.  Alice worked
+patiently with the kittens every day for a whole month and, at the end
+of that time, both Tipkins and Trotkins knew just what she meant and
+would roll over every time she told them to, even though they got not a
+scrap of anything good to eat in return.
+
+Tipkins seemed to think it was great fun, and he would sometimes roll
+over five or six times without stopping, just as Alice herself often
+rolled on the grass when at play.  But Trotkins never seemed to like
+doing it, and would turn round and round until he was fairly dizzy
+before finally lying down.  Then, as he rolled over, he would give a
+funny meow, as much as to say, "I don't like to; but, if I must, I
+will."
+
+Tipkins learned to ring a small bell by striking it with one of his
+front paws.  Trotkins could never be coaxed to touch this bell; but he
+would sit by while his brother rang it and cry, "Meow! meow! meow!"
+Alice thought that this was very funny, and she said that Trot sang
+while Tip did the playing.
+
+Both the kittens learned to jump over a stick when their mistress held
+one out in her hand, about a foot from the floor; and Alice taught
+Tipkins to jump through a small wooden hoop; but she could never
+persuade Trotkins even once to try to jump through the hoop.
+
+As Tipkins and Trotkins grew older, their mother, Topsy, taught them to
+hunt for mice in the big, dark barn, and to catch moles and
+grasshoppers in the field.  They had less and less time, as the days
+went by, to play with their little mistress; and Alice found them so
+sleepy, when they did have time, that at last she gave up trying to
+teach them any new antics.
+
+As the months passed by they grew sleek and fat.  They were kittens no
+longer, but had grown as large and could hunt as well as Mother Topsy;
+and although they learned no new tricks now, the old ones, taught them
+by their little mistress, were never forgotten by Tipkins and Trotkins.
+
+
+
+
+ETHEL'S FRIENDS.
+
+Ethel was a little girl who lived in the great city of New York, but
+she loved the country very much and often wished that she could play in
+the big, green fields or pick wild flowers in the wood.  She remembered
+one summer, when she was a very little girl, staying in the country for
+ever so many days, almost a whole month, and having such a happy time
+lying on the grass, listening to the birds, and watching the cows and
+horses and sheep, the cunning little lambs, and the old white hen with
+her brood of downy chicks.  Oh, how she did wish that she could see
+them all again!  But the country was far, far away, and Ethel's papa
+and mamma were too busy to take their little daughter there.
+
+There was a place in the big city called Central Park that seemed to
+Ethel like the country.  She loved to go there, and had a happy time
+watching the sparrows as they scratched for seeds and looked about for
+crumbs, and trying to get the gray squirrels to come nearer and take
+nuts from her hand.  Here, some days, O happiest times of all! she
+could lie with her rosy face buried in the short, green grass, and
+press it close, oh! so close to the "great brown house," the home of
+the flowers.
+
+One sunshiny day in June Ethel had been playing in the park for a long
+time.  Though she had coaxed and coaxed the squirrels, they would not
+come near; and though she had listened for a long time to the hoarse
+croak of a frog, and watched and waited, and looked about with big
+bright eyes, she could not get even so much as a peep at him.  At last
+she grew very tired and sat down upon a bench near by to rest before
+going home.  Scarcely was she seated when she heard some one call her
+name.  "Ethel!  Ethel!" a sweet voice said.  She looked all about but
+could see no one.  "Ethel!  Ethel!" it called again, this time very
+near.  She looked around, saying, "Here I am; who is calling?"  "It is
+I.  Don't you see me?  I am close beside you," said the same sweet
+voice.
+
+Looking down Ethel saw at her feet a tiny creature all dressed in
+dainty green.  "Oh!" thought she, "this must really and truly be a
+fairy.  Why, I supposed fairies were only make-believe people!" and
+Ethel was so surprised that she forgot to answer the little creature.
+
+Soon the fairy said: "Ethel, because you love the birds and the flowers
+and the trees and all the animals, I have come to take you out into the
+country to visit your friends."
+
+Ethel clapped her hands and said: "Oh, I should love to go to the
+country! but I haven't any friends there."
+
+"Yes, you have," said the fairy, "come and see."
+
+So away they went, and Ethel all the time wondered whom the fairy could
+possibly mean by her friends; but they went so fast that, before she
+had time to do much thinking, Ethel found herself in a great, green
+meadow, bright and fresh and cool.  Soon they came to a tree with
+spreading branches; and there, lying under it and resting in its shade,
+was a gentle looking creature with soft eyes, long smooth horns, and a
+hairy dress of red and white.
+
+"Here," said the fairy, "is one of your friends, and a very good friend
+she is too."  "Oh," said Ethel, "now I know whom you mean by my
+friends!"
+
+I wonder who can tell me why the fairy called the cow Ethel's friend.
+Yes, because without this friend Ethel would miss her cup of milk at
+breakfast and the golden butter for her bread.
+
+Ethel gave the white star on the cow's forehead a gentle pat and,
+looking into her great dark eyes, she said, "Surely you are my friend,
+Bossy."  But the fairy said, "Come on, little girl, there are many more
+friends to see."  So Ethel visited all the friendly animals,--the sheep
+with their woolly coats, the pigs in their sty, the chickens, the ducks
+and the geese in the barnyard, the pigeons in their home on the roof,
+the great clever collie in his kennel; and she found that she owed
+something to every one of them.
+
+Just as she was giving Rover a farewell pat, old Dobbin, harnessed to
+the farm wagon, came clattering up to the barn.  "Here comes the best
+friend of all!" cried Ethel.  "What should we do without Dobbin to
+carry the milk and the butter and the eggs to the city, to draw the
+wood and the coal that keep us warm, to help the farmer plow and harrow
+the ground in the springtime, to draw in the hay and the grain in the
+autumn, and to trot cheerfully along the country road when the children
+take a ride?  Oh!  I hope the farmer gives him a good, dry bed to sleep
+upon, a manger of hay and a measure of oats when he is hungry.  I hope
+he combs and smooths Dobbin's black coat well, and puts a blanket on
+his back when the weather is cold.  I'm sure the farmer wouldn't cut
+off Dobbin's shiny black tail for the world, for how could Dobbin drive
+away the flies that trouble him, without his tail?  I know that there
+is always plenty of fresh water for Dobbin to drink whenever he is
+thirsty, and that, sometimes, the children give him a lump of sugar to
+eat.  The farmer never lets Dobbin lose a shoe, I'm sure, for fear he
+might go lame, but always takes him to the blacksmith if only a nail is
+loose."
+
+Buzz z z z! buzz z z z! sounded close to Ethel's ear.  She opened her
+eyes and looked about.  There she sat upon a bench in the park.  The
+sun had gone down behind the tall buildings, and it was almost dark.
+The pretty elfin in green had vanished.  Her country friends were
+nowhere to be seen.  A bee's gauzy wings and yellow legs were
+disappearing in the distance.  "There goes another of my friends," said
+Ethel, "I think he must have come to tell me that it is time to go
+home."
+
+So Ethel ran home and told her mother all about the fairy and her
+friends.  "Oh, mamma! do you suppose the fairy really and truly took me
+to the country?" said Ethel.
+
+"No," said mamma, "I think my little girl was asleep and dreaming; but,
+for all that, the animals on the farm are really among our very best
+friends."
+
+"Yes, I know that," said Ethel, "how I wish I could see them!"  And for
+many days after her wonderful dream Ethel never went to the park
+without thinking of how the little fairy in green took her to visit all
+her friends in the country.
+
+
+
+
+
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