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diff --git a/14493-0.txt b/14493-0.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e089046 --- /dev/null +++ b/14493-0.txt @@ -0,0 +1,1177 @@ +*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 14493 *** + +NO. 165. SEPTEMBER, 1880. Vol. XXVIII. + +THE NURSERY + +_A Monthly Magazine_ + +FOR YOUNGEST READERS. + +BOSTON: + +THE NURSERY PUBLISHING CO., +36 BROMFIELD STREET. +American News Co., 39 & 41 Chambers St., New York. +New-England News Co., 14 Franklin St., Boston, +Central News Company, Philadelphia. +Western News Company, Chicago. + +$1.50 a Year, in advance. A single copy, 15 cents. + +Entered at the Post Office at Boston as Second-Class Matter. + + * * * * * + +CONTENTS OF NUMBER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY-FIVE, + + * * * * * + + PAGE +ROSA BONHEUR By _Alfred Selwyn_ 65 +PIP AND POP By _Uncle Charles_ 67 +WHAT CAME OF A DIRTY FACE By _H._ 69 +WATERING THE FLOWERS By _Uncle Sam_ 70 +BABY TO HER DOLL By _W. G._ 72 +PETER AND TOMMY By _Uncle Charles_ 73 +IF I WERE A FAIRY By _George S. Burleigh_ 74 +A CHILD FASCINATING BIRDS By _Emily Carter_ 77 +DADDY FROG By _George Cooper_ 79 +THE FIRST CATCH By _G.T.T._ 81 +TALKING WITH THE FINGERS By _S.A.E._ 82 +A DAY ON GRANDPA'S FARM By _S.J.P._ 83 +EMMA AND ETTA By _A.B.C._ 85 +BROWNIE'S ADVENTURE By _Mrs B. P, Sibley_ 87 +A MISJUDGED FRIEND By _Marian Douglas_ 90 +A CURE FOR THE TOOTHACHE By _Mrs. Henrietta R. Eliot_ 92 +SONG OF THE BIRDS _(Music by T. Crampton)_ 96 + + * * * * * + +_The change in the publishing department of "The Nursery" involves no +change whatever in its editorial management. Our facilities for carrying +on the work are now better than ever. We have in preparation for coming +numbers some admirable designs, illustrative of the choicest +reading-matter in prose and verse. None but the best will find a place +in its pages. "The Nursery" will maintain its reputation as the best of +all magazines for young children. All communications relating to it +should be addressed to_ THE NURSERY PUBLISHING COMPANY. + +_The time will soon be at hand for getting up clubs for the next year. +It is a good plan to be in the field early. We shall offer extra +numbers, as usual, to_ NEW _subscribers who send their money before the +new year begins. Our next number will contain a comprehensive and +attractive Premium-List. Direct all remittances to_ THE NURSERY +PUBLISHING COMPANY. + +_Our friends of the Newspaper Press will oblige us by sending marked +copies of monthly notices without fail. We are about revising our +exchange list, and wish to have the means of knowing to what papers we +are indebted. In all notices please mention that subscriptions should be +addressed to_ THE NURSERY PUBLISHING COMPANY. + +_We call attention to the list of illustrated-books for children which +we offer for sale. (See advertisement on third page of cover_). THE +BOUND VOLUMES OF "THE NURSERY," _now thirteen in number, form a library +from which one cannot choose amiss_. THE EASY BOOK _and_ THE BEAUTIFUL +BOOK _are unequalled by anything of the kind in the market. Make drafts +and money-orders payable to the order of_ + +THE NURSERY PUBLISHING CO., + +36 Bromfield Street, Boston, Mass. + +[Illustration: Oxen] + + + + +ROSA BONHEUR. + + +About forty years ago, at an exhibition of paintings in Paris, two small +pictures attracted great attention. One was called "Goats and Sheep;" +the other, "Two Rabbits." + +They were wonderfully true to life; and what made them still more +remarkable was, that they were the production of a girl only nineteen +years old. That young French girl, Rosalie Bonheur, is now the famous +artist known the world over as "Rosa Bonheur." + +She was born in Bordeaux in 1822. Her father, Raymond Bonheur, was an +artist of much merit, and he was her first teacher. From earliest youth +she had a great fondness for animals, and delighted in studying their +habits. + +So, naturally enough, she made animals the subjects of her pictures, and +it is in this peculiar department of art that she has become eminent. +Her works are quite numerous and widely known. One of the most famous is +her "Horse-Fair," which was the chief attraction of the Paris Exhibition +in 1853. + +She is still practising her art; and in addition to that she is the +directress of a gratuitous "School of Design" for young girls. When +Paris was besieged by the Prussians, the studio and residence of Rosa +Bonheur were spared and respected by special order of the crown prince. + +Auguste Bonheur, a younger sister of Rosa, and one of her pupils, has +also gained a high reputation as an artist. She, too, excels as a +painter of animals. + +We give as a frontispiece to this number an engraving of one of her +pictures, and we will let the picture tell its own story. It is a work +that would do credit to the famous Rosa herself. + +ALFRED SELWYN. + + + + +PIP AND POP. + +[Illustration: Pip And Pop.] + + +_Pip_.--Well, cousin Pop, how goes the world with you? Do you find any +worms? + +_Pop_.--Not a sign of one! What is to become of the race of sparrows, I +don't know. The spring is late and chilly. There is still frost in the +ground. + +_Pip_.--Not even a fly have I caught this blessed day. + +_Pop_.--Just my luck, friend Pop! If it weren't for the crumbs a little +girl throws out for me every day, I should starve. + +_Pip_.--I should like to know that little girl. Where does she live? + +_Pop_.--She is at school now. But come with me about two o'clock, and +you shall be fed. + +_Pip_.--Thank you, cousin. I'll do as much for you one of these days. I +have heard of a little girl in Ohio, who feeds the birds so well, that +they follow her into the house, light on her head, and play with her. + +_Pop_.--A thought strikes me, cousin. The little girl who feeds me is +just as good as the Ohio girl; but I am not as good as the Ohio birds. I +have not trusted her as I ought to. I have not lighted on her head. I +have not followed her into the house. + +_Pip_.--That was a fault, my dear Pop. I do not think she will put us in +a cage. I think she will be good to us. + +_Pop_.--Then I'll tell you what we'll do. After she has had her dinner, +we'll fly in at the window, and light on the table. + +_Pip_.--A good idea! I agree to it. Now, don't you be afraid, Pop, and +back out. + +_Pop_.--That I won't. First we'll go and have a good wash in the brook, +so that our feathers shall be all clean. + +_Pip_.--Another good idea! Hunger sharpens your wits, cousin. + +_Pop_.--It sharpens my appetite: I know that. + +_Pip_.--Come on, then! Let us see who will fly the faster to the brook. +[_They fly off_.] + +UNCLE CHARLES + +[Illustration: Birds Drinking] + + + + +WHAT CAME OF A DIRTY FACE. + +[Illustration: What Came of a Dirty Face.] + + + A little boy I used to know, + Who went to a district school. + He learned to read, and he learned to write, + And to whisper against the rule. + What fun it was with his marbles to play + When the teacher was busy, and looking away! + + This little boy, one day, was sent + A pail of water to bring, + And like Jack and Jill away he ran, + And back he came with a swing. + But, just as he entered the schoolroom door, + Both he and the water went down on the floor. + + Oh, then, what a noise there was in the room! + The school-ma'am fetched a mop; + But, the more she tried the water to check, + The more it wouldn't stop. + There never was such water to run: + It seemed, with the children, to like the fun. + + What was it that made the little boy fall, + And show such a lack of grace? + I'll tell you all, for I happen to know: + It was only a dirty face! + He looked at himself in the water-pail, + And that made the little boy's footstep fail. + + + + +WATERING THE FLOWERS. + + +"Why is it that flowers always grow so nicely for Mary? I often plant +seeds; but nothing comes from them. They won't grow for me. But blossoms +seem to spring right up wherever she goes. They must have a particular +liking for her." + +That's what Master Tom said, one day, as he saw Mary watering the +flowers. + +Well, it is no wonder, Tom, if flowers do have a liking for such a +lovable little girl. There's nothing so very strange about that. How +could they help liking her? + +[Illustration: Watering the Flowers.] + +But, after all, perhaps the secret of the matter is, that Mary loves the +flowers, and never forgets to take care of them. She looks after them +every day, and not by fits and starts, as some people do. + +So she has good luck with her flowers, and is always able to make up a +nice bouquet. And she not only enjoys the flowers herself, but, what is +better still, she takes delight in having others enjoy them with her. + +She does not forget to send a liberal share to the Flower Mission; and +many a poor sufferer has been cheered by the sight of Mary's flowers. + +UNCLE SAM. + + + + +BABY TO HER DOLL. + +[Illustration: Baby to Her Doll.] + + + I wonder what you are thinking about + While you look so smiling at me. + You never frown, and you never pout; + Your eyes are as clear as can be, + And though you are often hurt, no doubt, + Not a tear do I ever see! + +W.G. + + + + +PETER AND TOMMY. + +[Illustration: Peter and Tommy.] + + +_Peter._--I say, Tommy, where did you get that new hat you have on your +head? + +_Tommy._--What business is that of yours? + +_Peter._--Oh, I want to learn, that's all. I may be wanting to get a hat +of that kind myself, you know. Is it the latest style? + +_Tommy._--Look here, young one: I sha'n't stand any of your chaffing. As +soon as I get through with my bread and butter, I shall take hold of +you. + +_Peter._--Your bark is worse than your bite, Tommy. I shouldn't wonder +if you were to come off second best in a square fight. + +_Tommy._--Be off, Peter, and let me eat my bread and butter in peace. + +_Peter._--It seems to me it would be good manners to offer me a bite. + +_Tommy._--You'll provoke me, Peter, to give you a thrashing. + +_Peter._--My advice is that you don't try it on. + +_Tommy._--Peter, you are a little upstart. I should leave nothing of +you, if I once took hold of you in earnest. + +_Peter._--It's a hot day, Tommy, and the wisest thing you can do is to +share your slice with me. I am very hungry. + +_Tommy._--Oh, if you're hungry, that alters the case. Sit down, Peter, +and you shall have a good bite. + +_Peter._--Ah! That tastes nice. Now, Tommy, explain about that hat of +yours. + +_Tommy._--That's my secret, Peter. I sha'n't tell it. + +_Peter._--I can guess it. It's only a basket. + +_Tommy._--What a wise Peter you are! And to think you've had no +schooling as yet! + +UNCLE CHARLES. + + + + +IF I WERE A FAIRY. + + + If I were a fairy slight and small, + Say, about as tall + As a span-worm forming the letter O, + What do you think I would do? I know! + In the bell of the lily I'd rock and swing, + Twitter and sing; + And, taking the gold-dust under me, + I'd splash the hips of the buzzing bee, + That he might have meal to make his bread, + With honey spread, + For his thousand babies all in rows, + Each in a bandbox up to his nose. + + I'd count the curls of the hyacinth + By the fallen plinth, + And make them glossy with morning dew + By sunrise tinted with purple and blue; + And out of the sunset sky I'd get + For the violet + Yellow and red, and dark marine, + And purples deep, and a tender green; + And all night long, as they lay in sleep, + I would paint and steep + Their velvet cheeks in a hundred dyes, + That well they might open great staring eyes. + + Unseen I would come where the tired ants tug + At a heavy slug, + With my rye-beard lance I'd push it along, + And they'd think, "All at once we are wondrous strong!" + In the nest of the robin, under the eaves + Of the apple-leaves, + I'd drop a worm in the gaping throats + That answer my chirp of the mother's notes. + When bonny Miss Harebell thirsts in vain + For a drop of rain, + I would fill at the brook my shining cap, + And lay it all dripping in her lap. + + Oh, what would I do as a fairy small? + I cannot tell all; + But I would do much with a right good will: + To all things good, and to nothing ill. + And I'd laugh and skip, like a bird on wing, + Twitter and sing, + And make boys and girls, and birds and flowers, + All say, "What a lovely world is ours!" + + Well, what if I am not quite so small? + I can do it all + In my own sweet home by the same good will, + No fairy, but something nobler still. + +GEORGE S. BURLEIGH. + +[Illustration: If I Were a Fairy.] + + + + +A CHILD FASCINATING BIRDS. + +[Illustration: A Child Fascinating Birds.] + + +There is a little girl in Ohio, five years old, who has the power of +charming birds at will. Her mother was the first to notice the exercise +of this strange power. + +The little Girl was playing in the yard where some snowbirds were +hopping about. When she spoke to them, they would come, twittering with +glee, and light upon her shoulders. + +On her taking them in her hands and stroking them, the birds did not +care to get away. They seemed to be highly pleased, and, when let loose, +would fly a short distance, and soon return to the child again. + +She took several of them into the house to show to her mother. The +mother, thinking the little girl might hurt the birds, put them out of +doors. But the little birds were not to be cheated in this way. No +sooner was the door opened than they flew into the room again, and +alighted upon the girl's head, and began to chirp. + +The birds staid about the house all winter. Whenever the door was +opened, they would fly to the little girl. The parents feared that this +might be a bad omen, and that the little girl would die. + +But she kept her health, and did not die. She still makes pets of the +birds, and they come and play with her. She handles them so gently, that +even a humming-bird has been known to come to her several times. + +Last winter a whole flock of birds kept near the house all the season. +She would feed them, and then play with them for hours at a time. Every +morning the birds would fly to her window, and chirp, as much as to say, +"Good-morning, little mistress! Wake up, wake up!" + +I think the child must be a near relation of that "Little Bell," of whom +the poet Westwood sang,-- + + "Whom God's creatures love," the angels fair + Murmured, "God doth bless with angels' care: + Child, thy bed shall be + Folded safe from harm; love deep and kind + Shall watch around, and leave good gifts behind, + Little Bell, for thee!" + +EMILY CARTER. + + + + +DADDY FROG. + +[Illustration: Daddy Frog & Children] + + + Old Daddy Frog lives in a bog, + And his coat is bottle-green; + Yellow his vest; handsomely dressed, + His pretty shape is seen. + Puffing with pride, there at his side + His dame is sure to be: + Smiling, she says, "No one could raise + A finer family! + Singing Coa, coa, coa, kerchunk!" + + Old Daddy Frog leaps on a log + In a spry and jaunty way: + Calling his boys--oh, what a noise! + He joins them in their play. + Hippety hop! under they pop, + And Daddy Frog says he, + "Isn't it fine? How they will shine, + This polished family! + Singing Coa, coa, coa, kerchunk!" + + Old Daddy Frog lives in the bog + Till the summer days are done: + Little boys grow; dressed like a beau + Now is each model son. + Daddy Frog's eyes wink with surprise, + Filled with delight is he; + Dame at his side chuckles with pride, + "There's no such family! + Singing Coa, coa, coa, kerchunk!" + +GEORGE COOPER. + +[Illustration: Daddy Frog] + + + + +THE FIRST CATCH. + + + One. + Two. + Three. + Four. + Five. + +[Illustration: Fish in Hat] + + I + caught + a + fish + alive. + + Why + did + You + let + him + go? + +[Illustration: Boy Bit] + + He + bit + my + little + finger + so. + + + + +TALKING WITH THE FINGERS. + + +No doubt, many of the little readers of "The Nursery" go to school; yet +not many of them, I think, can ever have been in such a school as the +one in which I am teaching. The walls of the room are hung with pictures +of birds, animals, insects, fishes, and flowers. The blackboard is +covered with drawings of many familiar objects. + +While I am writing this, seven little boys and nine little girls (how +many does that make in all?) are busy writing on their slates. These +children do not have any books to study. I tell them what I wish to +teach them, and they write it down, and try to remember it. But I teach +them without speaking a word. I talk to them with my fingers. + +You have guessed already, I dare say, that these dear little children +are deaf and dumb; that is, they can neither hear nor speak. They cannot +go to school and live at home, and see papa and mamma night and morning, +as you can; for there are no schools for them near their homes. They +have to go a long way from home, and stay in school many long weeks +without seeing father or mother, brother or sister. So, when vacation +comes, how glad and happy they are! Some of them are even now writing on +their slates, "In sixteen weeks we shall go home." + +I have said that these children cannot speak; but that is not quite +true, for many of them are learning to speak. When I talk to them, they +look very closely at my lips, and so learn to tell what I am saying. +Some of them have very sweet and pleasant voices, the sound of which +they have never heard in all their lives. + +And now let me say that I hope you will learn the finger-alphabet; so +that, if you visit any of my little pupils, you can talk to them. + +If you ask them, they will spell very slowly,--how fast they _can_ +spell!--so that you can read what they say. Perhaps you can get "The +Nursery" to print the alphabet for you. + +S.A.E. + +ROCHESTER, N.Y., March, 1880. + + + + +A DAY ON GRANDPA'S FARM. + +[Illustration: A Day on Grandpa's Farm] + + +"Arlington!" cried the conductor, as the train stopped at a little +station in Central Wisconsin. We got out of the car just in time to see +grandpa driving up in his big double wagon. + +We climbed in, and grandpa said, "Get up, Bill! Go along, Jip!" and +away we started for the farm. + +When we got there, the first thing we saw was grandma making cookies +with holes in them. She said she would give us some if we would be sure +and not eat the holes. + +After dinner, my sister Ally, cousin Johnny, and I, went out to take a +ramble in the barn and hunt for eggs. Pretty soon we heard Johnny +calling, "Oh, come quick, and see what I have found!" + +We ran quickly to the place where he was, and there we saw a hen with a +brood of chickens. One of the chicks was on its mother's back, one was +on the floor in front of her, and the others were peeping out from under +her wings. It was a pretty sight. + +After naming each of the chickens, we all made a search for eggs. We +found one nest with five eggs in it, another with three, and another +with two. Johnny put the eggs in his cap, and carried them into the +house. + +He soon came running back, saying, "Now, let us go and have a swing." So +we all went to the swing, and swung till we were tired. Then Ally said, +"Oh, come and see the ducks swimming on the pond!" but Johnny said, +"Wait till I get my boat, that uncle Sam made for me." + +So we all went to the pond, and Johnny put in his boat. It sailed right +out among the ducks, and they were much afraid of it, and swam away as +fast as they could, saying, "Quack, quack, quack!" + +Johnny went to the other side of the pond to get his boat, which had +sailed across, and he had just got back when we heard grandma calling, +"Children, come in to supper." After supper, mamma read us a story from +"The Nursery," and then tucked us snugly in bed, and we went to sleep to +dream of cookies, and hunting eggs. + +S.H.P. + + + + +EMMA AND ETTA. + +[Illustration: Emma and Etta] + + +Emma and Etta are sisters. They have a doll whose name is Clara. + +They are very fond of Clara, and it would be hard to tell which of the +two Clara likes best. It is not often that one doll has two such +mothers. + +In the picture you may see Emma dressing the doll. She has curled the +sweet little thing's hair, and Etta has a nice, clean gown all ready for +her to put on. + +It is to be hoped that this doll with two mothers will not be too much +petted. It would be a pity if she should become a spoiled child. + +A.B.C. + +[Illustration: Child and Doll] + + + + +BROWNIE'S ADVENTURE. + +[Illustration: Brownie's Adventure] + + +Grace and Willie named him Brownie, because all his brothers and sisters +were white, and he was such a funny little brown puff-ball of a chicken. + +Mrs. Speckle (that was his mother) was just as proud of him as she could +be; but foolish Brownie thought her too strict. She would never consent +to let one of the downy things out of her sight for a moment, and told +them fearful stories of hawks and weasels, to say nothing of bad boys +and big dogs. + +But Brownie kept thinking that some day, when he was a little older and +stronger, he would leave the yard, and see whether there were really +such dangers in the fields and woods as his mother said there was. + +After a while the pretty brown feathers all dropped out, one after +another, until Brownie looked more like a chicken which had been plucked +than any thing else. Grace could not keep from laughing at the sight of +him; and it was very droll when he popped up on a log, and tried a weak, +quavering crow. + +To be sure, Mrs. Speckle did not keep a looking-glass, and I suppose +poor Brownie had no idea how very absurd he looked. To tell the truth, +he thought he was almost grown up, and began to watch for a chance to +begin his journey to see the world. He had not the least doubt that he +would see something fine, if he could only get out of the sight of his +mother, who was so very strict, and had such foolish notions, as he +thought. + +So, one day, as Mrs. Speckle was having a friendly chat with Dame +Top-Knot, he took the chance to creep slyly under the fence, and was off +all alone. + +"How silly mothers are! And such cowards too!" he said to himself. "I am +sure there's nothing here to hurt me. I would like to see any one meddle +with me!" + +At this instant he felt a sharp peck; and a voice said close to his ear, +"Halloo, little one, you had better start for home!" + +He looked up, and saw young Green-Wing, who was two months older, and +boasted a comb of good size, to say nothing of his sharp spurs. + +Brownie thought it best to say nothing after the first "peep," and hid, +trembling with fright, under the first leaf he could find. But the sun +shone, the sky was a lovely blue, the ground was bright with flowers, +and there were many bugs crawling about. Brownie had quite a feast, and +was beginning to regain his spirits, when something happened which +turned all his thoughts topsy-turvy. + +The sky grew dark all at once. Something caught hold of him, and +Brownie felt himself going up, up, so swiftly, that it quite took his +breath away. "It must be a thousand miles," he thought. + +Crack! went a gun. Then the hawk let go and Brownie went down, down to +the ground, where he lay for a long time as if he were dead. + +When he opened his eyes it was almost dark. The sun had set, and he had +forgotten the way home. "I shall never see mamma again," he sobbed. "I +wish I had been good and not run away." + +"Why, here's Brownie!" cried Grace's voice. "The hawk did not get him +after all. Come, Willie, and help me drive him to the hen-house." + +"I hope, my dear, you will never be so very naughty again," said Mrs. +Speckle, as he crept under her wing. + +MRS. B.P. SIBLEY. + +[Illustration: Hen and Chicks] + + + + +A MISJUDGED FRIEND. + + + The gardener shut the garden gate, + And went to weed the onion-bed: + The growing plants stood tall and straight; + "But what is this?" surprised he said. + Some broken bricks, some stones and sticks, + And underneath them, crushed and dead, + A large brown toad! "James, Martin, Fred!" + He called three little boys, who played + Near by, beneath a pear-tree's shade, + And sternly asked, "What cruel play + Is this you've been about to-day?" + + "'Tis very hard we should be blamed, + I'm sure!" poor little James exclaimed: + "We only killed the toad because + An ugly-looking thing he was,-- + So very ugly, that we knew + He surely would some mischief do. + He had great warts upon his back, + And curious blotches, greenish black, + And darting tongue, and strange flat head"-- + "And how he sprawled his legs!" cried Fred. + "His mouth," said Martin, "was so wide, + It reached far round on either side; + And queer winks with his eyes he'd give: + We did not dare to let him live. + We had to kill that toad because + An ugly-looking thing he was." + + The gardener gravely shook his head; + "It was a heartless act," he said; + "And, more than that, you may depend + Upon my word, you've killed a friend; + For often, at my work, I've found + This same toad near me, hopping round, + And, watching him, I've learned that he + My constant helper used to be,-- + A second gardener, with no pay, + Who still was busy every day. + + "He killed the young potato-bugs, + The caterpillars, and the slugs, + The beetles striped with yellow lines, + That spoil the tender melon-vines, + And looked round with his blinking eyes + For cabbage-worms and turnip-flies, + Low-flying moths with downy wings, + And slimy snails in shady nooks. + It was the cruellest of things + To kill poor Hop Toad for his looks. + + "And if, when you shall older grow, + You strangers judge by outward show, + You'll be as foolish as unjust: + In worthless men you'll put your trust, + And often sorrow, in the end, + For having wronged some honest friend. + +MARIAN DOUGLAS. + + + + +A CURE FOR THE TOOTHACHE. + + +Our Ned is a brave little fellow about eight years old. He is full of +fun, and loves to play out of doors in all kinds of weather. + +But what little boy can be merry when he has a raging toothache! Ned +bore it like a hero; but he had to give up at last, and he was glad to +take refuge in his mother's lap, and be a baby again for a while. + +With his head pillowed on his mother's breast, the little boy found some +relief; but still he was in great pain. His sister stood by, trying to +think of some way to help him. Ned could hardly keep from crying; but he +said to his mother, "I should like to have you tell me a story." + +"What shall it be, darling?" said his mother. + +"Tell me about Harry and his dog Jack." This story had been told to Ned +when he was a very, very little boy, and a good many times since then. +It seemed odd to his mother that he had chosen such an old story. But he +wanted to hear it; and so she told it all over again. This is the +story:-- + +"There was once a little boy named Harry, and he had a little dog named +Jack. Jack was a queer-looking dog. He was nearly all black; but he had +a white tail, and his front-feet were white. + +"Harry loved Jack very much, and as he never forgot to feed him, and +never teased him, the dog loved Harry very much. When Harry went to +school, Jack went too,--not into the schoolroom (for dogs can't learn to +read, you know), but into the school-yard, where he played about till +Harry came out again. At recess, he used to play with the boys, and have +almost as much fun as if he were a boy too. + +"The yard wasn't very large, and, when the boys played ball, they would +often throw the ball over the fence. Then it was Jack's part of the play +to run after the ball. The boys would call, 'Jack, Jack!' and Jack would +run under the fence, seize the ball in his mouth, and bring it back to +the boys. + +[Illustration: Mother, Son, & Daughter] + +"But, one day, the ball rolled off the pavement out into the street. A +wagon was passing just then; and Jack was in such a hurry to get the +ball, that he ran right in its way, and the wheel went over his leg. + +"The boys all ran out to help Jack; and one of them said, 'O Harry! I'm +afraid that he is badly hurt; for see, he runs on three legs, and lets +the other one hang.' Harry took Jack up in his arms, and said, 'Poor +Jack, poor little Jack.' Then he felt very gently of the dog's leg, and +found that it was broken. + +"Oh, how sorry Harry and all the other boys felt! Harry couldn't keep +from crying, and they all said that if little Jack got well they +wouldn't send him out after the ball any more. + +"As soon as they were back in the yard, Harry ran into the school-house +with Jack in his arms, and said to the teacher, 'Please, sir, may I go +home now? My poor little dog Jack has broken his leg, and I want to show +him to my mother, and try and make it better.' The teacher said, 'Yes, +Harry, you are a good boy, and Jack is a good little dog, and you may +take him home.' So Harry started at once. + +"When Harry's mother saw him coming home, she was afraid he was sick. +She ran out to the gate, and said, 'Why, Harry! What makes you come home +so early to-day?'--'O mamma!' said Harry, 'my poor little Jack has +broken his leg!' Then Harry's mother looked at Jack, and, after thinking +a minute said, 'My dear Harry, I am very sorry; but I think we shall +have to kill little Jack to save him from suffering. A dog's broken leg +cannot be made whole again.' + +"Oh, how sad little Harry felt when his mother said that! It made him +cry very hard. But in a little while something made him stop crying: and +what do you guess it was? Why, he began to think that perhaps his mamma +was mistaken when she said that dogs couldn't have their legs mended; +and he thought he would go to the doctor who cured him when he was sick, +and ask about it. + +"So he said, 'Dear mamma, please let me go and ask Dr. Stratton if he +won't try to fix Jack's leg.' And his mother said, 'Well, Harry, you may +go; but I don't think the doctor will do it.' + +"So Harry put on his hat, and went over to Dr. Stratton's. Harry knocked +on the doctor's door. 'Come in!' said the doctor. 'Why, Harry! What do +you want? Anybody sick at your house?' + +"'N-no, sir,' said Harry, 'not exactly anybody, but my little dog Jack +has a broken leg, and mamma says you can't mend it; but please try. My +dear little dog is such a good dog, and mamma says he will have to be +killed. Will you please try?' + +"Now, the doctor was a very kind man. He smiled, and said, 'Well, Harry, +I never mended a dog's leg; but I'll try for your sake--but won't he +bite me?' + +"'Oh, no!' said Harry. 'My dog Jack always minds me, and he will do just +as I tell him.' + +"So the good doctor put on his hat, and went with Harry. When they were +in Harry's house, the doctor said that he must have some very smooth +pieces of wood. Harry said, 'I think the cover to my broken paint-box +would do if it was whittled.' So he brought it, and the doctor said it +was just the thing. + +"Then the doctor said, 'Now I must have some white cotton-cloth.' +Harry's mother gave the doctor an old shirt, and he tore it into strips. +Then he said, 'Now, Harry, I am ready.' + +"So Harry brought the little dog Jack, and said to him, 'Now, Jack, lie +still!' And the good dog didn't move or bite while the doctor set his +leg, and bound it up with the pieces of wood and the cloth. Then the +doctor said, 'Now, Harry, you must take good care of Jack and keep him +in the house till his leg is quite well.' + +"'I will,' said Harry. Then he made a nice soft bed and laid Jack in it, +and took good care of him, and in a few weeks, what do you think? Jack +was well! + +"I tell you, the boys were glad to see him back at school; and one of +them made a rhyme about him that they used to sing every morning when +they saw him coming,-- + + "'Little dog Jack, he broke his leg; + But now he's come back, peg-a-ty-peg!'" + +This was the end of the story, and Ned was so quiet that his mother +thought he was asleep. But, all of a sudden, he looked up, with a smile, +and said, "I'm going out now to have a game of foot-ball." + +"Why, what has become of that toothache?" + +"All gone," said Ned. + +"Why, that is a most wonderful cure. 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