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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Boy Blue and His Friends + +Author: Etta Austin Blaisdell and Mary Frances Blaisdell + +Illustrator: Maud Touser + +Release Date: June 13, 2005 [EBook #16046] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK BOY BLUE AND HIS FRIENDS *** + + + + +Produced by Juliet Sutherland, Anuradha Valsa Raj, Leonard +Johnson and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<a name="image-1"><!--IMG--></a> +<center> +<img src="./images/image_1.jpg" width="441" height="600" +alt="'Boy Blue and Shep Play Together in the Fields.' +"> +</center> +<!--IMAGE END--> +<h1> + BOY BLUE +</h1> +<center> + AND HIS FRIENDS +</center> +<center><b> + BY + ETTA AUSTIN BLAISDELL +</b></center> +<center> + AND +</center> +<center> + MARY FRANCES BLAISDELL +</center> +<center> + AUTHORS OF "CHILD LIFE," "CHILD LIFE IN TALE AND FABLE," + "CHILD LIFE IN MANY LANDS," "CHILD LIFE IN LITERATURE," ETC. +</center> +<center> + COPYRIGHT, 1906, + BY LITTLE, BROWN, AND COMPANY +</center> +<a name="2H_4_1"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> +<hr /> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<h2> + <b>PREFACE</b> +</h2> +<p> + This is a book of short stories for the youngest readers,—stories + about old friends, which they can easily read themselves. +</p> +<p> + Here they will learn why Mary's Lamb went to school, what the mouse was + looking for when he ran up the clock, why one little pig went to + market, how one little pig got lost, and the answers to a great many + other puzzling questions. +</p> +<p> + The stories are written around some of the Mother Goose rhymes because + the children love to meet old friends in books just as well as we do. +</p> +<p> + The vocabulary is limited to words easily recognized by beginners in + reading, and the sentences are made short and direct, so that they will + be understood. The stories progress gradually from very easy to more + difficult matter, keeping pace with the child's increasing knowledge + and ability,—the book being carefully arranged for use as a + supplementary reader, or for home reading for the little ones. +</p> +<a name="2H_4_2"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> +<hr /> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<h2> + <b>CONTENTS</b> +</h2> +<div class="toc"> +<p> + <a href="#2H_4_3">LITTLE BOY BLUE</a> +</p> +<p> + <a href="#2H_4_4">SNOWBALL</a> +</p> +<p> + <a href="#2H_4_5">FIRE-CRACKER</a> +</p> +<p> + <a href="#2H_4_6">BOY BLUE'S DREAM</a> +</p> +<p> + <a href="#2H_4_7">MARY'S LAMB</a> +</p> +<p> + <a href="#2H_4_8">THE LAMB AT SCHOOL</a> +</p> +<p> + <a href="#2H_4_9">LITTLE BO-PEEP</a> +</p> +<p> + <a href="#2H_4_10">HICKORY, DICKORY, DOCK</a> +</p> +<p> + <a href="#2H_4_11">MISTRESS MARY</a> +</p> +<p> + <a href="#2H_4_12">TOMMY TUCKER</a> +</p> +<p> + <a href="#2H_4_13">FIVE LITTLE PIGS</a> +</p> +<p> + <a href="#2H_4_14">JACK AND JILL</a> +</p> +<p> + <a href="#2H_4_15">JACK HORNER'S PIE</a> +</p> +<p> + <a href="#2H_4_16">THE OLD WOMAN IN THE SHOE</a> +</p> +<p> + <a href="#2H_4_17">MISS MUFFET</a> +</p> +<p> + <a href="#2H_4_18">HUMPTY DUMPTY</a> +</p> +</div> +<h2>List of Illustrations</h2> +<div class="toc"> +<p><a href="#image-1">"Boy Blue and Shep Play Together in the Fields."</a></p> +<p><a href="#image-2">Little Boy Blue.</a></p> +<p><a href="#image-3">Boy Blue and Snowball in Hayloft.</a></p> +<p><a href="#image-4">Boy Blue, His Sister and Fire-Cracker.</a></p> +<p><a href="#image-5">Boy Blue and His Little Sister under the Maple Tree.</a></p> +<p><a href="#image-6">Mary and Her Little Lamb Playing Hide and Seek.</a></p> +<p><a href="#image-7">Mary's Lamb Visits Her School.</a></p> +<p><a href="#image-8">"All the Children had a Good Time at the Party."</a></p> +<p><a href="#image-9">Mary's Schoolmates Bring Her Flowers.</a></p> +<p><a href="#image-10">Tommy, Grandma and Rags.</a></p> +<p><a href="#image-11">"So Jack and Jill went up the hill to get a pail of water."</a></p> +<p><a href="#image-12">"Then he had put in his hand and pulled out something."</a></p> +<p><a href="#image-13"> "Why, it is a big shoe," laughed Mrs. Brown. "I guess it is for me to keep you all in."</a></p> +<p><a href="#image-14">Little Sister's Christmas Gifts.</a></p> +<p><a href="#image-15">Mrs. Cow Eats the Pumpkin.</a></p> +<p><a href="#image-16">"She looked so funny as she came into the room riding a broom."</a><br /><br /></p> + + +</div> +<hr /> + <h1>THE MOTHER GOOSE BOOK<br /><br /></h1> +<a name="2H_4_3"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> +<hr /> +<pre> + Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn, + The sheep's in the meadow, + The cow's in the corn. + Where's the little boy who looks after the sheep? + He's under the haycock, fast asleep. +</pre> +<a name="image-2"><!--IMG--></a> +<center> +<img src="./images/image_2.jpg" width="600" height="575" +alt=""> +</center> +<!--IMAGE END--> +<hr /> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<h2> + LITTLE BOY BLUE +</h2> +<p> + Little Boy Blue was not his real name. +</p> +<p> + Oh, no! His real name was Richard Snow. +</p> +<p> + But his mother always called him "Little Boy Blue." +</p> +<p> + His father called him "Boy Blue," too. +</p> +<p> + Every one called him "Little Boy Blue," and so I will. +</p> +<p> + Boy Blue's eyes were as blue as the sky on a summer day. +</p> +<p> + When he was a baby he always wore a blue ribbon in his hair. +</p> +<p> + When he was five years old he wore a blue blouse and a blue cap. +</p> +<p> + Now he wears a blue suit and a blue tie. +</p> +<p> + For Boy Blue is seven years old now, and is a big boy, you see. +</p> +<p> + Boy Blue lives on a large farm in the country. +</p> +<p> + There are horses, and cows, and sheep, and pigs, and ducks, and hens + and chickens on the farm. +</p> +<p> + Of course, Boy Blue likes the cows and sheep best. +</p> +<p> + He likes to drive the cows to the pasture in the morning. +</p> +<p> + Sometimes, at night, he drives them home again. +</p> +<p> + He likes to watch his father milk the cows and feed them. +</p> +<p> + "When I am a big boy," he says, "I shall milk my own cow every day." +</p> +<p> + Sometimes he goes with the boy to watch the sheep. +</p> +<p> + Shep, the dog, always goes with them. He watches the sheep all day + long. +</p> +<p> + They like to get into the meadow where the grass is green and sweet. +</p> +<p> + But Shep drives them out every time. +</p> +<p> + Boy Blue and Shep play together in the fields. They run and jump and + chase each other. +</p> +<p> + Boy Blue hides, and Shep finds him. "Bow-wow!" Shep says. "Here you + are! Now for a frolic." +</p> +<p> + And off they go again. +</p> +<p> + Boy Blue likes to feed the chickens. +</p> +<p> + He likes to drive the ducks down to the brook and watch them swim about + in the water. +</p> +<p> + Sometimes he helps his mother take care of Little Sister. +</p> +<p> + Then she calls him her "Little Helper." +</p> +<p> + "No," he says, "I am your Big Boy Blue." +</p> +<a name="2H_4_4"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> +<hr /> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<h2> + SNOWBALL +</h2> +<p> + One morning Boy Blue had tears in his big blue eyes. +</p> +<p> + He could not find his Snowball. +</p> +<p> + You will laugh when I tell you who Snowball was. +</p> +<p> + She was not hard and cold. +</p> +<p> + She was soft and warm. +</p> +<p> + Snowball was a pretty, white hen. +</p> +<p> + She was Boy Blue's very own, and she would follow him all over the + yard. +</p> +<p> + She would eat grain from his hand, and let him smooth her white + feathers. +</p> +<p> + But now Boy Blue could not find her. +</p> +<p> + He had looked in the hen-house and all over the yard. +</p> +<p> + "Have you looked in the barn?" asked his mother. +</p> +<p> + "Oh, no!" said Boy Blue, "and I saw her coming out of the barn + yesterday." +</p> +<p> + "So did I," said his mother. "I think you will find her in the hay." +</p> +<p> + Boy Blue climbed up on the hay. +</p> +<p> + There in a corner he found his Snowball. +</p> +<p> + When she saw her little friend, she began to scold. +</p> +<p> + "Why, Snowball, what are you doing here?" said Boy Blue. +</p> +<p> + "Cluck, cluck," said Snowball. "Do not come too near." +</p> +<a name="image-3"><!--IMG--></a> +<center> +<img src="./images/image_3.jpg" width="456" height="600" +alt=""> +</center> +<!--IMAGE END--> +<p> + "I have some eggs in this nice warm nest. +</p> +<p> + "Soon I shall have some little chickens for you. +</p> +<p> + "Oh, oh!" cried Boy Blue, "I must tell Mamma." +</p> +<p> + "You must feed Snowball," said his mother. +</p> +<p> + "Give her some corn and a drink of water." +</p> +<p> + Boy Blue took very good care of his pretty, white Snowball. +</p> +<p> + He gave her corn and fresh water every morning. +</p> +<p> + Three weeks seemed to him a long time to wait. +</p> +<p> + But Snowball did not seem to think so. +</p> +<p> + One morning Boy Blue went out to feed her, and she would not leave her + nest. +</p> +<p> + "Cluck, cluck!" said she, "I can hear my little chickens." +</p> +<p> + Boy Blue kept very still and listened. +</p> +<p> + "Peep, peep, peep," he heard. +</p> +<p> + "Yes, Snowball," he said, "I can hear your chickens, too." +</p> +<p> + All day he was busy helping John build a chicken house. +</p> +<p> + They built the house in the field near the barn. +</p> +<p> + "I know Snowball will like this house," said Boy Blue. +</p> +<p> + The next morning Snowball let him see her chickens. +</p> +<p> + "Cluck, clack, cluck!" she said. +</p> +<p> + "Oh, how pretty they are!" said Boy Blue. +</p> +<p> + "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. +</p> +<p> + "You have seven dear little snowballs." +</p> +<p> + Snowball was proud of her babies, +</p> +<p> + Boy Blue put them in his hat. +</p> +<p> + They were too little to walk. +</p> +<p> + "Come, Snowball," he said, "I have a new house for you." +</p> +<p> + "Cluck, cluck! This is a good house," she said. +</p> +<p> + Snowball and her seven little balls were very happy. +</p> +<p> + Boy Blue took good care of them, and they grew fast. +</p> +<p> + When the summer was over, he had eight big white snowballs. +</p> +<a name="2H_4_5"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> +<hr /> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<h2> + FIRE-CRACKER +</h2> +<p> + Fourth of July! Fourth of July! +</p> +<p> + This is the best day for boys in all the year. +</p> +<p> + Boy Blue liked the Fourth of July. +</p> +<p> + He liked fire-crackers and torpedoes and fire-balloons. +</p> +<p> + He liked everything that made a noise. +</p> +<p> + This was the Fourth of July, but poor little Boy Blue had no + fire-crackers. +</p> +<p> + He could not even blow his horn. +</p> +<p> + Little Sister was sick, and Mamma had said he must be very quiet. +</p> +<p> + It did not seem one bit like the Fourth of July. +</p> +<p> + He was sitting on the steps, whistling and trying not to care. +</p> +<p> + "Boy Blue," called his father, "I have something to show you out here." +</p> +<p> + The little boy jumped up and ran to the barn as fast as he could. +</p> +<p> + Perhaps he was going to have some fire-works after all! +</p> +<p> + He ran into the barn, and what do you think he saw? +</p> +<p> + There stood a little pony. +</p> +<p> + He had a glossy brown coat and a white star on his forehead. +</p> +<p> + "Oh! oh!" cried Boy Blue. "Is this pony for me?" +</p> +<p> + "Yes, my boy, it is for your very own." +</p> +<p> + "What a beautiful pony! What is his name, Papa?" +</p> +<p> + "I do not know his name." +</p> +<a name="image-4"><!--IMG--></a> +<center> +<img src="./images/image_4.jpg" width="600" height="401" +alt=""> +</center> +<!--IMAGE END--> +<p> + "You must name him yourself." +</p> +<p> + "'Star' would be a good name,—or I might call him 'Brownie.' +</p> +<p> + "Oh, I know a good name! I shall call him 'Fire-cracker.'" +</p> +<p> + "This is the Fourth of July, you know, and I did want some + fire-crackers so much!" +</p> +<p> + Fire-cracker was a good little pony. +</p> +<p> + He and his master soon became very fond of each other. +</p> +<p> + Boy Blue learned to ride on his pony's back, and he took long rides + with his father. +</p> +<p> + One day he said, "I wish I had a pony cart, then I could take Little + Sister to ride. +</p> +<p> + "Fire-cracker is very strong. I am sure he could draw both of us, if we + did not go very fast." +</p> +<p> + Papa thought that was a good idea. +</p> +<p> + The next day he took Boy Blue to town to buy a pony cart. +</p> +<p> + They went to two or three stores but they could not find one small + enough for Fire-cracker to draw. +</p> +<p> + At last Boy Blue saw one in a window. +</p> +<p> + It was painted blue and had red wheels. +</p> +<p> + It had a seat just big enough for Boy Blue and Little Sister. +</p> +<p> + So Papa and Boy Blue went into the store and bought it. +</p> +<p> + The next morning Boy Blue took Little Sister for a ride. +</p> +<p> + Fire-cracker was very careful. +</p> +<p> + He walked slowly and looked around very often to see the two children. +</p> +<p> + Perhaps he was thinking, "How fine we all look this morning! +</p> +<p> + "That is a very pretty carriage, and I like this harness, too. +</p> +<p> + "My coat shines in the sun and Boy Blue put a red ribbon in my mane. +</p> +<p> + "How proud he looks, holding the reins! +</p> +<p> + "I think he likes to take Little Sister for a ride. +</p> +<p> + "I like to see them both so happy. +</p> +<p> + "Good-bye, I am going to trot fast now." +</p> +<a name="2H_4_6"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> +<hr /> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<h2> + BOY BLUE'S DREAM +</h2> +<p> + It was a very hot day. +</p> +<p> + Boy Blue had played all the morning and he was tired. +</p> +<p> + Little Sister had been making mud pies and she was tired, too. +</p> +<p> + Mamma was too busy to read to them. +</p> +<p> + "Come, Little Sister," said Boy Blue, "It is too hot to play. I will + read my story-book to you." +</p> +<p> + "Where shall we go?" asked the little girl. +</p> +<p> + "Let us sit under the maple tree," said her brother. "It looks cool + there." +</p> +<p> + Little Sister had her baby doll. +</p> +<p> + She rocked back and forth as Boy Blue read to her. +</p> +<p> + Soon Little Sister and her doll were fast asleep. +</p> +<p> + All at once Boy Blue heard a voice. +</p> +<p> + He listened. It seemed to be saying:— +</p> +<pre> + "Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn, + The sheep's in the meadow, + The cow's in the corn." +</pre> +<a name="image-5"><!--IMG--></a> +<center> +<img src="./images/image_5.jpg" width="600" height="476" +alt=""> +</center> +<!--IMAGE END--> +<p> + "Oh," thought the little boy, "I must hurry!" +</p> +<p> + He looked for his horn. There it lay in the grass. +</p> +<p> + But he was so sleepy,—he couldn't run after the sheep. +</p> +<p> + In a moment he fell asleep. +</p> +<p> + Then he heard the voice again:— +</p> +<pre> + "Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn, + The sheep's in the meadow, + The cow's in the corn." +</pre> +<p> + Yes, he could see the cow eating the corn in the field. +</p> +<p> + And there was the sheep in the meadow, eating the fresh green grass. +</p> +<p> + He must call them away. +</p> +<p> + So he took up the horn and put it to his mouth. +</p> +<p> + Then he blew one loud call. +</p> +<p> + "Oh!" he said, as he opened his eyes, "What a loud noise that was!" +</p> +<p> + Then he laughed and rubbed his eyes. +</p> +<p> + "I guess I was dreaming," he said. +</p> +<p> + "I guess I was dreaming, too," said Little Sister, opening her blue + eyes. +</p> +<p> + Then she waked up her doll, and Boy Blue went on reading from his + story-book. +</p> +<a name="2H_4_7"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> +<hr /> +<pre> + Mary had a little lamb, + Its fleece was white as snow, + And everywhere that Mary went + The lamb was sure to go. + + He followed her to school one day, + Which was against the rule. + It made the children laugh and play + To see a lamb at school. + + And so the teacher put him out, + But still he lingered near, + And waited patiently about + Till Mary did appear. +</pre> +<hr /> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<h2> + MARY'S LAMB +</h2> +<p> + Of course you know all about Mary and her little lamb. +</p> +<p> + The little girl in this story was named Mary, and she had a little + lamb, too. +</p> +<p> + Mary was Boy Blue's cousin. +</p> +<p> + She lived in the city, and her father owned a big toy-store. +</p> +<p> + Mary liked to go to the store with him. +</p> +<p> + She liked to see all the dolls and toys and books. +</p> +<p> + Sometimes she played store with her own toys. +</p> +<p> + But I must tell you about her lamb. +</p> +<p> + One summer Mary went to the country to visit Boy Blue. +</p> +<p> + Of course there were cows, and pigs, and sheep, and lambs on the farm, +</p> +<p> + Mary liked the lambs best, and one of them was a great pet. +</p> +<p> + She called him Fleecy, and pulled sweet clover for him to eat. +</p> +<p> + Fleecy followed Mary all over the farm. Sometimes he even ran down the + road after her. +</p> +<p> + When Mary was going home her uncle said to her, "You may take Fleecy + with you, if you wish." +</p> +<p> + So the next day Fleecy had a long ride in the train. +</p> +<a name="image-6"><!--IMG--></a> +<center> +<img src="./images/image_6.jpg" width="374" height="800" +alt=""> +</center> +<!--IMAGE END--> +<p> + I don't think he liked it very well, but he didn't say a word. +</p> +<p> + When Mary took him out of the box he was glad to run about in the yard. +</p> +<p> + He soon became used to his new home. +</p> +<p> + He liked to play with the children. +</p> +<p> + They often played hide and seek. +</p> +<p> + When they hid behind the trees he could always find them. +</p> +<a name="2H_4_8"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> +<hr /> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<h2> + THE LAMB AT SCHOOL +</h2> +<p> + One morning Fleecy could not find Mary. +</p> +<p> + He looked everywhere for her. +</p> +<p> + She was not in the yard, and she was not in the barn. +</p> +<p> + He went to the gate, and looked down the street, but he could not see + her. +</p> +<p> + Then he went to the back door, and called, "Baa-a, Baa-a!" but she did + not come. +</p> +<p> + Where could she be? +</p> +<p> + After a long time she came running into the yard. +</p> +<p> + Fleecy trotted up to her. +</p> +<p> + "Baa-a, Baa-a!" he said; which meant, I think, "Where have you been, + Mary?" +</p> +<p> + "I have been to school," said Mary. +</p> +<p> + You see she knew what he meant. +</p> +<p> + "To school," thought Fleecy. "I wonder what that is." +</p> +<p> + Everyday Mary went away and left him. +</p> +<p> + Did I say every day? +</p> +<p> + Once in a while she stayed at home. +</p> +<p> + Then Mary and the lamb played together in the yard. +</p> +<p> + "Now," thought Fleecy, "she is going to stay at home with me." +</p> +<p> + But no, on Monday Mary went away again. +</p> +<p> + At last Fleecy could bear it no longer. +</p> +<p> + "I must go to school, too," he said. +</p> +<p> + "I must see what Mary does all day. +</p> +<p> + "If she goes to school to play games, I can play with her." +</p> +<p> + The next day Fleecy watched Mary go through the gate. +</p> +<p> + Then he followed her very quietly. +</p> +<p> + Mary ran along with the other little girls and boys. +</p> +<p> + They were playing tag and they did not see Fleecy. +</p> +<p> + Soon he heard a bell ring. +</p> +<p> + Then how the children ran! +</p> +<p> + They all ran into a little house and shut the door. +</p> +<p> + "Oh!" thought Fleecy, "What shall I do? I can never open that door." +</p> +<p> + Just then he saw a little boy running very fast. +</p> +<p> + The boy ran up to the same little house. +</p> +<p> + He opened the door and went in, but he did not shut it. +</p> +<p> + Fleecy climbed up the steps. +</p> +<p> + He put his head in at the door and looked around. +</p> +<p> + He could see no one, so he walked in. +</p> +<p> + There was another door, and that was open, too. +</p> +<p> + Fleecy stood still and listened. +</p> +<p> + The children were singing as if they were very happy. +</p> +<p> + Then he put his head against the door and pushed it wide open. +</p> +<p> + What a room-full of children he saw! +</p> +<p> + And they were all sitting very still, and not playing at all. +</p> +<p> + "I don't think I shall like school," thought Fleecy. +</p> +<p> + Just then the children saw him. +</p> +<p> + How they did laugh to see a lamb at school! +</p> +<p> + The moment Fleecy saw Mary he ran up to her. +</p> +<a name="image-7"><!--IMG--></a> +<center> +<img src="./images/image_7.jpg" width="600" height="410" +alt=""> +</center> +<!--IMAGE END--> +<p> + The children laughed and laughed. +</p> +<p> + The teacher laughed, too. +</p> +<p> + Of course the lamb could not stay in school all the morning. +</p> +<p> + The children could not work because they liked to watch him. +</p> +<p> + So Mary put him out and shut the door. +</p> +<p> + But Fleecy nibbled some sweet clover and waited for Mary. +</p> +<p> + When the children came out he trotted home with them. +</p> +<p> + After that day Fleecy often went to school with the children. +</p> +<p> + But he never went in again. +</p> +<p> + I think he liked clover better than books. +</p> +<a name="2H_4_9"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> +<hr /> +<pre> + Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep, + And can't tell where to find them; + Leave them alone, and they'll come home, + And bring their tails behind them. + + Little Bo-peep fell fast asleep, + And dreamed she heard them bleating; + But when she awoke she found it a joke, + For they were still a-fleeting. + + Then up she took her little crook, + Determined for to find them; + She found them, indeed, but it made her heart bleed, + For they'd left their tails behind them. +</pre> +<hr /> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<h2> + LITTLE BO-PEEP +</h2> +<p> + Alice is seven years old to-day. +</p> +<p> + She is going to have a birthday party. +</p> +<p> + Alice's aunt wrote the invitations, and Alice gave them to all her + little school friends. +</p> +<p> + The invitation said:— +</p> +<p> + "Little Bo-peep is to have a birthday party. She would like to have you + come and help her take care of her sheep. Please come Friday afternoon + after school." +</p> +<p> + Of course the children asked Alice about her party. +</p> +<p> + "Are you little Bo-peep?" they said. +</p> +<p> + "Have you lost your sheep? +</p> +<p> + "Are we going to help you find them?" +</p> +<p> + "No," said Alice, "But my sheep have lost their tails, I think. +</p> +<p> + "You'll know all about it on Friday." +</p> +<p> + At last it was Friday afternoon. +</p> +<p> + The children came to school all dressed for the party. +</p> +<p> + It was very hard to wait. +</p> +<p> + How slowly the clock ticked! +</p> +<p> + Two o'clock! Three o'clock! Four o'clock, at last! +</p> +<p> + The children ran almost all the way to Alice's house. +</p> +<p> + When they were all ready Alice put on a tall cap. +</p> +<p> + Then she took a long crook and stood in the middle of the floor. +</p> +<p> + As she called the names of the children they stood in a line behind + her. +</p> +<p> + Then they began to march and sing: +</p> +<pre> + "Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep, + And can't tell where to find them; + Let them alone, and they'll come home, + And bring their tails behind them." +</pre> +<p> + The children marched around the room, and through the hall into the + dining-room. +</p> +<p> + There they saw a big green curtain, and there they found the sheep. +</p> +<p> + "She found them, indeed, but it made her heart bleed, + For they'd left their tails behind them." +</p> +<p> + Sure enough! There was a sheep on the curtain, but it had no tail. +</p> +<p> + There were some tails in a box on the table. +</p> +<p> + Bo-peep's mother gave one of them to each of the children. +</p> +<p> + "Now," said Bo-peep, "I will try first to pin a tail on the sheep." +</p> +<p> + So her mother tied a handkerchief over her eyes, turned her around + three times, and said, "Go." +</p> +<p> + Bo-peep started off bravely, and pinned the tail to her mother's apron! +</p> +<p> + How the children laughed! and Bo-peep laughed too, when she saw what + she had done. +</p> +<p> + Boy Blue was sure he could pin a tail on the sheep. +</p> +<p> + But he pinned it right on the corner of the table cloth. +</p> +<p> + Then it was Mary's turn. She shut her eyes tight and walked very + straight. +</p> +<p> + She was going to pin the tail in just the right place. +</p> +<p> + All the children stood still and watched her cross the room. +</p> +<p> + She pinned on the tail, and how they all shouted! +</p> +<p> + She had put it into the sheep's mouth. +</p> +<p> + But she did better than any one else. +</p> +<p> + So Bo-peep's mother gave her a little woolly lamb to take home to her + baby brother. +</p> +<p> + All the children had a good time at the party. +</p> +<p> + They played games and ate ice-cream and cake and candy. +</p> +<p> + Then they sang songs, and Alice's mother told them some stories. +</p> +<p> + Last of all they sang "Little Bo-peep" again. +</p> +<p> + And to this day they call Alice "Little + Bo-peep." +</p> +<a name="image-8"><!--IMG--></a> +<center> +<img src="./images/image_8.jpg" width="440" height="600" +alt="'all the Children Had a Good Time at The Party.' +"> +</center> +<!--IMAGE END--> +<a name="2H_4_10"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> +<hr /> +<pre> + Hickory, dickory, dock! + The mouse ran up the clock. + The clock struck one + And down he run. + Hickory, dickory, dock! +</pre> +<hr /> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<h2> + HICKORY, DICKORY, DOCK +</h2> +<p> + It was very quiet all over the house. +</p> +<p> + Little Boy Blue was fast asleep, dreaming of Santa Claus. +</p> +<p> + Boy Blue's father and mother were asleep, too, but I don't know what + they were dreaming about. +</p> +<p> + "Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse." +</p> +<p> + Hark! Was that a mouse? Yes, I think it was. +</p> +<p> + Some one was awake after all. +</p> +<p> + Mr. and Mrs. Mouse lived in a hole in the pantry wall. +</p> +<p> + They were talking quite loud now. +</p> +<p> + "Yes, we must move right away," Mrs. Mouse was saying. +</p> +<p> + "This nest is not large enough for six." +</p> +<p> + "That is true," said Mr. Mouse. "I can't get my tail in now, and when + the babies grow, it will be still worse." +</p> +<p> + "But where shall we go?" said Mrs. Mouse. +</p> +<p> + "I will go house-hunting this very night, my dear." +</p> +<p> + "Be sure you find a large house, where the cat can't find us." +</p> +<p> + "Yes, indeed!" said Mr. Mouse. Then he whisked through a little hole + and went away. +</p> +<p> + "Be careful, dear," called Mrs. Mouse, and she peeped through the hole + and watched him out of sight. +</p> +<p> + Mr. Mouse ran across the kitchen floor into the dining-room. +</p> +<p> + It was very still! +</p> +<p> + Then he ran into the hall. +</p> +<p> + "This is too far from the kitchen," he thought. +</p> +<p> + "I am afraid the babies would have to go to bed hungry in here." +</p> +<p> + Then he went back into the dining-room. +</p> +<p> + "This would be a good place for us," he thought. +</p> +<p> + He looked all around the room. +</p> +<p> + Where could he find a home? +</p> +<p> + It must be high up out of the reach of Pussy Cat, and big enough for + Mrs. Mouse and her four babies. +</p> +<p> + What was that in the corner? +</p> +<p> + It was like a box, only very, very tall. +</p> +<p> + Mr. Mouse certainly did not know what it was, but I will tell you. +</p> +<p> + It was Boy Blue's grandfather's clock. +</p> +<p> + It had stood in that corner a long, long time, but Mr. Mouse had never + seen it before. +</p> +<p> + "I think I could make a good nest on top of that box," he thought. +</p> +<p> + "Pussy Cat could not get up there, I know." +</p> +<p> + So Mr. Mouse began to run up the clock. +</p> +<p> + He heard it ticking very loudly. +</p> +<p> + "Tick-tock! Tick-tock!" it was saying. +</p> +<p> + "I wonder what that noise is," he said to himself. +</p> +<p> + "I hope it doesn't make that noise in the day-time. +</p> +<p> + "It might keep the babies awake." +</p> +<p> + He climbed a little higher, looking this way and that. +</p> +<p> + "I think Mrs. Mouse will like this," he thought. +</p> +<p> + Just then the clock struck one. +</p> +<p> + How Mr. Mouse trembled! +</p> +<p> + He nearly fell off the clock, he was so frightened. +</p> +<p> + He took one jump down to the floor, and then he ran. +</p> +<p> + Oh, how he ran! Across the dining-room, across the kitchen, across the + pantry, and into his hole he ran! +</p> +<p> + "Oh, my dear, my dear! what is the matter?" cried his wife. "Did you + see the dog? Was the cat chasing you?" +</p> +<p> + "No, no!" panted Mr. Mouse. +</p> +<p> + "I was hunting for a house, and I climbed up on a tall box. +</p> +<p> + "Just as I had found the very place for us, there was an awful noise + inside the box." +</p> +<p> + "That was a clock, my dear," said his wife. +</p> +<p> + "It tells Boy Blue's mother when to have dinner, and when to put the + baby to bed. +</p> +<p> + "I have heard her telling Boy Blue about it." +</p> +<p> + "I think it was telling me it was time to go home," said Mr. Mouse, and + they both laughed softly so as not to wake up the babies. +</p> +<p> + The next night Mr. Mouse went house hunting in the barn. +</p> +<p> + There he found a very good home in a box of grain. +</p> +<a name="2H_4_11"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> +<hr /> +<pre> + Mistress Mary, quite contrary, + How does your garden grow? + With silver bells, and cockle shells, + And pretty maids all in a row. +</pre> +<hr /> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<h2> + MISTRESS MARY +</h2> +<p> + Once upon a time there was a little girl named Mary. +</p> +<p> + She had no brothers and sisters, but she had a dear, good father and + mother. +</p> +<p> + Mary always went to school with her little friends. +</p> +<p> + She played with them after school and on Saturdays. +</p> +<p> + One Saturday in winter all the children went coasting down the long + hill near the school-house. +</p> +<p> + Mary took her new red sled and went with them. +</p> +<p> + Oh, it was such fun to coast down that long hill! +</p> +<p> + The children ran and laughed and shouted all the way. +</p> +<p> + They had not been coasting long when Mary fell off her sled right into + a snow bank. +</p> +<p> + That was fun, too, and Mary didn't care one bit. +</p> +<p> + But when she tried to stand up, it hurt her so it made tears come into + her brown eyes. +</p> +<p> + "Are you hurt very much?" asked Little Boy Blue. +</p> +<p> + "My foot hurts," said Mary, trying not to cry. +</p> +<p> + "We'll give you a ride home," said Jack Horner. +</p> +<p> + So Mary sat on her sled, and Boy Blue and Jack Horner played they were + her horses. +</p> +<p> + They trotted so fast that Mary was soon at home and in her mother's + arms. +</p> +<p> + When the doctor saw Mary's foot he shook his head. +</p> +<p> + "This little girl has sprained her foot," he said. +</p> +<p> + "She will have to stay in the house for some time." +</p> +<p> + I am afraid Mary cried when the doctor said this. +</p> +<p> + She did not like to stay at home. +</p> +<p> + She wanted to go to school with all her playmates. +</p> +<p> + She wanted to go coasting and skating and play in the snow. +</p> +<p> + In a few days Mary could sit by the window and watch the children. +</p> +<p> + Then she was not so lonely. +</p> +<p> + Jack brought home her school books and she studied very hard. +</p> +<p> + "I want to keep up with my class, Mamma," she said. +</p> +<p> + So every day Mary and her mother played school together. +</p> +<p> + Every week Miss Brown came in to see how the little girl was getting + along. +</p> +<p> + Of course the children went to see Mary very often. +</p> +<p> + They told her everything they had been doing in school. +</p> +<p> + One day Jack said, "I think it would be good fun to give Mary a + surprise party." +</p> +<p> + "Oh yes," said Alice, "and we can all take something to make her + happy." +</p> +<p> + "We can have the party next Saturday afternoon," said Jack. +</p> +<p> + "I asked Mary's mother, and she said we could come at two o'clock." +</p> +<p> + At recess the children told Miss Brown about the surprise party. +</p> +<p> + "Why don't you take some plants to Mary?" she said. +</p> +<p> + "Then she could have a garden to watch while she has to stay in the + house." +</p> +<p> + "Oh, that's just the thing for Mistress Mary," said Jack. +</p> +<p> + And all the children began to sing:— +</p> +<pre> + "Mistress Mary quite contrary + How does your garden grow? + With silver bells, and cockle shells, + And pretty maids all in a row." +</pre> +<p> + Saturday afternoon Mary was playing with her dolls when the bell rang. +</p> +<p> + "Alice has come to play with me," she thought. +</p> +<p> + Just then the door opened and there stood twelve little boys and girls. +</p> +<a name="image-9"><!--IMG--></a> +<center> +<img src="./images/image_9.jpg" width="600" height="300" +alt=""> +</center> +<!--IMAGE END--> +<p> + Each one was carrying a plant with a pretty, bright blossom. +</p> +<p> + They marched in singing "Mistress Mary," and little Mistress Mary + laughed, and cried, and clapped her hands, all in one minute. +</p> +<p> + Then the children put the plants on a table near the window where Mary + could see them. +</p> +<p> + There were geraniums, and pinks; a sweet heliotrope, and a rose-bush + with a pink rose. +</p> +<p> + Alice brought the heliotrope, and Jack brought the rose-bush. +</p> +<p> + How bright and cheerful the plants made the room look! +</p> +<p> + The children stayed an hour and played games with Mary. +</p> +<p> + They played "hide the thimble" and one or two guessing games, because + Mary could not run around the room with them. +</p> +<p> + Then they had some little cakes and cookies which Mary's mother had + made for them. +</p> +<p> + When it was time to go home they left a very happy little girl. +</p> +<p> + "Good-bye," said Mary, "I hope you will come very often. +</p> +<p> + "Thank you for the lovely plants. My table looks like a flower garden." +</p> +<p> + "Yes, Mistress Mary," said Jack, "we'll come to see how your garden + grows. You ought to have some silver bells and some cockle shells." +</p> +<p> + In a few weeks Mistress Mary, as every one called her now, came back to + school. +</p> +<p> + She could run and play as well as any of the children. +</p> +<p> + But she did not forget her garden, and she often brought some of her + flowers to school. +</p> +<p> + When the spring came she made a garden out of doors for her plants. +</p> +<p> + And what do you think she put all around the flower bed? +</p> +<p> + She put a splendid row of little white shells. +</p> +<a name="2H_4_12"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> +<hr /> +<pre> + Little Tommy Tucker, + Sings for his supper. + What shall he eat? + White bread and butter. + How can he cut it without any knife? + How can he marry without any wife? +</pre> +<hr /> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<h2> + TOMMY TUCKER +</h2> +<p> + One summer Mary went to make Grandma Hall a visit. +</p> +<p> + Grandma's little girls were all grown up now, and Grandma and Grandpa + lived alone on the farm. +</p> +<p> + Mary liked to go there to visit because Grandma could tell such + splendid stories, and there were always so many things to do. +</p> +<p> + It was Saturday and Mary had been busy all the morning helping Grandma + make cookies, and pies, and cakes. +</p> +<p> + After dinner Grandma and little Mary took their sewing and sat out + under the old apple-tree in the garden. +</p> +<p> + Grandma was making a cap, and Mary was making a white apron for her + mother. +</p> +<p> + They had been sitting there only a little while when Mary saw a ragged + boy coming down the road towards the house. +</p> +<p> + Running along close behind him was a ragged little dog. +</p> +<p> + The boy had a violin in his hand. +</p> +<p> + When he saw the little girl and her grandmother he stood still and + began to play. +</p> +<p> + As he played, the little dog stood up on his hind legs and tried to + sing. +</p> +<p> + "Bow—wow, wow!" he barked, and oh he did look so funny! +</p> +<p> + "Please ask the boy to bring that funny dog over here, Grandma," said + Mary. +</p> +<p> + "Come here, little boy," said Grandma. "What is your name?" +</p> +<p> + "My name is Tommy," said the boy, "and this is my dog Rags." +</p> +<p> + "Run and get Tommy and the dog some cookies, Mary," said Grandma, "I + guess they are both hungry." +</p> +<p> + Tommy looked so tired that Mrs. Hall asked him to sit down and rest. +</p> +<p> + "Where do you live?" she asked. +</p> +<p> + "I don't live anywhere," replied Tommy, "I just have my dog Rags, and + he and I sleep wherever we can." +</p> +<p> + "Well," said Grandma, "you must both stay here to-night. We can find a + place for a boy and a dog somewhere in this big house." +</p> +<p> + I can't tell you how happy Tommy was. +</p> +<p> + Rags seemed happy, too. +</p> +<p> + He did all the tricks he knew, and for every trick he got a big, sweet + cookie. +</p> +<p> + After supper Tommy wanted to help, so he went out to the barn with + Grandpa Hall. +</p> +<p> + Rags trotted along behind him, wagging his tail and barking at + everything he saw. +</p> +<p> + "What can you do, Tommy?" asked Grandpa. +</p> +<p> + "I can play my violin and sing," said Tommy. "That is all I know how to + do." +</p> +<pre> + "Little Tommy Tucker, + Sings for his supper. +</pre> +<p> + "I think we shall have to call you 'Tommy Tucker'," said Grandpa. +</p> +<p> + But Tommy could do many things besides sing and play. +</p> +<p> + He helped Grandpa Hall feed the hens and chickens. +</p> +<p> + He gave them fresh water and found all the eggs. +</p> +<p> + Then he brought in some wood for Grandma's fire. +</p> +<p> + There are a great many things for a boy to do on a farm. +</p> +<p> + That night, after the children had gone to bed, Grandpa said, +</p> +<p> + "I wish Tommy could live here with us all the time. +</p> +<p> + "I would like a good boy to help me." +</p> +<p> + "That is a good idea," said Grandma. +</p> +<p> + "It is lonely now that all our children are gone. +</p> +<p> + "And Tommy is just the kind of a boy I like." +</p> +<p> + So the next morning Grandma asked Tommy if he would like to live with + them. +</p> +<a name="image-10"><!--IMG--></a> +<center> +<img src="./images/image_10.jpg" width="479" height="600" +alt=""> +</center> +<!--IMAGE END--> +<p> + "Could Rags stay here, too?" asked Tommy. +</p> +<p> + "Of course he could," said Grandma. +</p> +<p> + "You could help Grandpa in the summer, and in the winter you could go + to school." +</p> +<p> + What do you think Tommy did? +</p> +<p> + He couldn't say a word. +</p> +<p> + He threw his arms around Grandma's neck and kissed her. +</p> +<p> + "Bow-wow," said Rags, jumping up beside them and barking as hard as he + could. +</p> +<p> + "Bow-wow, this is a good home, Tommy." +</p> +<p> + And Tommy thought so too. +</p> +<a name="2H_4_13"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> +<hr /> +<pre> + This little pig went to market, + This little pig stayed at home, + This little pig had bread and butter, + This little pig had none, + This little pig cried, "Wee, wee, wee! + I can't find my way home!" +</pre> +<hr /> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<h2> + FIVE LITTLE PIGS +</h2> +<p> + Tommy Tucker and Mary had been busy all day helping Grandpa Hall pick + apples. +</p> +<p> + Now the supper dishes were done and the lamp was lighted. +</p> +<p> + "Tell us a story, Grandma," they begged. +</p> +<p> + "What shall I tell you?" said Grandma. "Shall I tell you about 'The + Three Bears,' or 'Tom Thumb,' or 'Red Riding Hood'?" +</p> +<p> + "Tell us a new story, please," said Mary. +</p> +<p> + "Well, I will tell you the story of the 'Five Little Pigs'." +</p> +<p> + "What five little pigs?" the children asked at the same moment. +</p> +<p> + "You know," said Grandma. +</p> +<pre> + "This little pig went to market, + This little pig stayed at home, + This little pig had bread and butter, + This little pig had none, + This little pig cried, 'Wee, wee, wee! + 'I can't find my way home!'" +</pre> +<p> + "Is there a story about those little pigs?" asked Mary. "I know I + should like that." +</p> +<p> + So Grandma Hall told the children this story: +</p> +<p> + Once upon a time there was a mother pig and she had five little pigs. +</p> +<p> + They were the very prettiest little pigs you ever saw. +</p> +<p> + They were every one white, with pretty pink noses and very curly tails. +</p> +<p> + Perhaps the mother pig tied each little tail up at night to make it + curl more tightly. +</p> +<p> + Curly and Whitey, Pearly and Twisty, and Baby, were the names of the + five little pigs. +</p> +<p> + One day the mother pig said to Curly: "You must go to market to-day, my + son. I want a nice big cabbage for my soup." +</p> +<p> + So this little pig went to market. +</p> +<p> + The market was not very far away,—just down the road and across the + field to Grandpa Hall's cabbage patch. +</p> +<p> + "Be sure and get a good large one," said the mother pig, as Curly + trotted away. +</p> +<p> + "Oh, Mother," said Whitey, "may I go to market with Curly?" +</p> +<p> + "No, Whitey," said his mother, "I want you to stay at home and take + care of Baby. +</p> +<p> + "I shall be very busy all the morning. +</p> +<p> + "You may take Baby out into the yard and play with her." +</p> +<p> + So this little pig stayed at home. +</p> +<p> + Whitey took Baby and went out into the yard. +</p> +<p> + Pearly and Twisty were out there, but they were not playing. +</p> +<p> + I am sorry to have to say that they were quarrelling, for one little + pig had some bread and butter and the other little pig had none. +</p> +<p> + After a while the two little pigs stopped quarrelling, and then they + all began to play together. +</p> +<p> + First they played tag, then they played hide and seek. +</p> +<p> + "Oh, there is Curly!" said Whitey. +</p> +<p> + "See what a big cabbage he has!" +</p> +<p> + Sure enough, Curly was coming down the road with a cabbage as big as + his own head. +</p> +<p> + Mother Pig took the cabbage and put it into her soup. +</p> +<p> + Oh, how good the dinner did smell to the hungry little pigs! +</p> +<p> + "Come to dinner, children," called their mother at last; and then what + a scampering there was! +</p> +<p> + One, two, three, four little pigs. +</p> +<p> + They almost fell over each other, they were in such a hurry. +</p> +<p> + "Where is Baby?" cried Mother Pig. +</p> +<p> + Then all the pigs were so frightened that their noses turned white. +</p> +<p> + Where was she, indeed? +</p> +<p> + They had forgotten to watch her while they were playing hide and seek. +</p> +<p> + Where could she be? +</p> +<p> + They all ran out of the house faster than they ran in. +</p> +<p> + "Perhaps she ran after me and got lost," thought Curly, and he ran down + the big road. +</p> +<p> + Pearly thought she would go to the woods behind the barn. +</p> +<p> + Twisty ran across the big meadow. +</p> +<p> + Mother Pig walked slowly up the road, looking behind all the trees and + under all the bushes. +</p> +<p> + "Baby, Baby, Baby!" you could hear them all calling. +</p> +<p> + As Twisty ran along beside the brook, she thought she heard a noise. +</p> +<p> + "Baby, Baby!" she called. +</p> +<p> + "Wee, wee, wee!" cried Baby Pig, "I can't find my way home." +</p> +<p> + When Twisty heard this she ran so fast she nearly fell into the brook. +</p> +<p> + There sat Baby Pig on a stone, wiping the tears out of her eyes with an + oak leaf. +</p> +<p> + "Oh, Baby!" said Twisty, giving her sister a good hug, "what made you + run away?" +</p> +<p> + "I didn't run away, I got lost," said Baby, "and I want to see my + mother." +</p> +<p> + So Twisty and Baby ran home as fast as they could. +</p> +<p> + There were all the little pigs looking very sad because they had not + found Baby. +</p> +<p> + When they saw her coming they ran to meet her, and Curly carried her + into the house "pig-a-back." +</p> +<p> + Then they ate their cabbage soup, an it tasted all the better for + waiting. +</p> +<a name="2H_4_14"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> +<hr /> +<pre> + Jack and Jill + Went up the hill, + To get a pail of water. + Jack fell down + And broke his crown, + And Jill came tumbling after. +</pre> +<hr /> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<h2> + JACK AND JILL +</h2> +<p> + Tommy Tucker and Mary had many good times together that summer. +</p> +<p> + They fished in the brook at the end of the meadow. +</p> +<p> + They went berrying and took their dinner with them. +</p> +<p> + They rode to market in the big wagon with Grandpa Hall. +</p> +<p> + In fact, they did everything that boys and girls who live on a farm + like to do. +</p> +<p> + But they did not always play alone. +</p> +<p> + In the very next house lived another little boy and girl. +</p> +<p> + This little boy and girl were twins, and they looked as much alike as + two green peas. +</p> +<p> + Mary called them Jack and Jill, but I don't know what their mother + called them. +</p> +<p> + Jack and Jill lived in a little house at the top of the hill. +</p> +<p> + In the winter, when the snow was on the ground, it was fine coasting + down that long hill. +</p> +<p> + The twins had new red sleds that Santa Claus had left them on Christmas + morning. +</p> +<p> + Jack's sled was named "Racer," and Jill called hers "Lady Bird." +</p> +<p> + Their father had to paint the names on the sleds, for the sleds were + twins, too. +</p> +<p> + After school and on Saturday you could often find Jack and Jill, with + "Racer" and "Lady Bird," coasting down the hill together. +</p> +<p> + But this story is not about coasting in the winter. +</p> +<p> + It is about a slide Jack and Jill took one day in summer. +</p> +<p> + Mary and Tommy Tucker went to Jack's house one morning to play with the + twins. +</p> +<p> + Jill saw them coming and ran out to meet them. +</p> +<p> + "Come down to the sand-bank," she cried. "We've got something new down + there. Papa gave it to us." +</p> +<p> + So they all took hold of hands and ran down the hill. +</p> +<p> + "Be careful, Jack," said Tommy. +</p> +<p> + "Don't fall down and break your crown." +</p> +<p> + When they reached the sand-bank, what do you think they found? +</p> +<p> + There was an old stove with a great big oven. +</p> +<p> + Some of the covers were gone, and there was no funnel. But the oven was + all right, and that was what Mary needed. +</p> +<p> + "Let's make our oven full of cakes and pies," said Mary. +</p> +<p> + "I'll build the fire," said Jack. +</p> +<p> + "And I'll help you get the wood," said Tommy. +</p> +<p> + How the boys worked to get some dry leaves and sticks! +</p> +<p> + Of course they could not light the fire but it was almost as much fun. +</p> +<p> + The little girls went to work at once getting out their table and + dishes. +</p> +<p> + The table was a long board, and their dishes came from everywhere. +</p> +<p> + The pie plates were pretty, round shells that Mary had brought from the + seashore. +</p> +<p> + Grandma Hall had given them some small tins to make cakes in. +</p> +<p> + Then there was a cracked bowl and a teapot without a handle. +</p> +<p> + Plenty of dishes, you see, for a morning's baking. +</p> +<p> + "What shall we bake this morning?" said Mary. +</p> +<p> + "Oh, let's make some plum cake and blueberry cake. +</p> +<p> + "Then we can make some blueberry pies and some apple pies." +</p> +<p> + "Oh yes!" said Mary, "and I'll make some apple turnovers." +</p> +<p> + By this time the boys had the fire laid and the wood-box filled with + wood. +</p> +<p> + "What can we do now?" said Tommy. +</p> +<p> + "You can get us some blueberries for our cakes and pies," said Jill. +</p> +<p> + So the boys took the cracked bowl and filled it with little round seeds + they called blueberries. +</p> +<p> + "I know where I can get some apples," said Mary, and away she ran + across the field. +</p> +<p> + She was back again in a few minutes with her apron full of little green + apples. +</p> +<p> + "You know, Jill," she said, "green apples make very good pies." +</p> +<p> + Just then the boys came back with the berries and the baking was begun. +</p> +<p> + After a dozen pies had been put into the oven, Jill said, "Oh, Jack! we + must have some more water. +</p> +<p> + "Will you run up to the house and get some?" +</p> +<p> + "Yes," said Jack, "if someone will go with me." +</p> +<p> + Tommy had gone for more apples and Mary was mixing her cake. +</p> +<p> + "I will go with you," said Jill. "Here is our pail." +</p> +<p> + So Jack and Jill went up the hill to get a pail of water. +</p> +<p> + Their mother let them fill their pail. +</p> +<p> + Then she gave them four cookies that she had just taken from the oven. +</p> +<p> + When they started down the hill, Jack began to run. +</p> +<a name="image-11"><!--IMG--></a> +<center> +<img src="./images/image_11.jpg" width="600" height="517" +alt=""> +</center> +<!--IMAGE END--> +<p> + "Oh, do be careful, Jack!" said Jill, "or you will—" +</p> +<p> + But she didn't say any more. +</p> +<p> + For down went Jack, down went Jill, and down went the pail. +</p> +<p> + Tommy and Mary saw them fall and ran to help them. +</p> +<p> + "Oh, Jack!" said Mary, "did you break your crown?" +</p> +<p> + "No," laughed Jack, "but Jill came tumbling after." +</p> +<p> + "We ought to have known better than to let Jack and Jill go for a pail + of water," said Tommy. +</p> +<p> + "I've broken the cookies," said Jill. +</p> +<p> + "Let's go and ask Mamma for some more." +</p> +<p> + So they all went up the hill for more water and cookies. +</p> +<p> + This time Mary and Tommy carried the water down the hill. +</p> +<p> + The pies were baked, and the cakes ready to put into the oven in a very + few minutes. +</p> +<p> + When Jill's mother called the children to dinner, there was a long row + of cakes and pies and, cookies. +</p> +<p> + "We ought to eat our dinner here," said Mary. +</p> +<p> + "I like mother's pies and cookies best," said Jack. +</p> +<p> + So Jack and Jill ran up the hill once more, and Mary and Tommy climbed + over the fence and ran across the garden to see what Grandma Hall had + for their dinner. +</p> +<a name="2H_4_15"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> +<hr /> +<pre> + Little Jack Homer + Sat in a corner, + Eating his Christmas pie; + He put in his thumb + And pulled out a plum, + And said, "What a big boy am I!" +</pre> +<hr /> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<h2> + JACK HORNER'S PIE +</h2> +<p> + I am going to tell you about another one of Boy Blue's friends. +</p> +<p> + His name was Jack Horner. +</p> +<p> + At least, Boy Blue called him Jack Horner. +</p> +<p> + And I'll tell you why he called him Jack Horner, too. +</p> +<p> + His real name was Jack Horne. +</p> +<p> + Jack was a very jolly boy. +</p> +<p> + He had round red cheeks and twinkling eyes, and he was always running + and jumping about and laughing at everything. +</p> +<p> + One morning when he waked up he was happier than ever. +</p> +<p> + In fact, he was the happiest boy in town. +</p> +<p> + I know he was, for he said so, and he ought to know. +</p> +<p> + His birthday was coming. +</p> +<p> + Indeed, it was the very next day. +</p> +<p> + And the very next day was Christmas, too. +</p> +<p> + Think of having a birthday and Christmas on the same day! +</p> +<p> + How would you like that? +</p> +<p> + Jack was going to have a birthday party. +</p> +<p> + Or was it a Christmas party? +</p> +<p> + Jack couldn't tell which it was. +</p> +<p> + All the children were coming,—Boy Blue, and Mary, and Alice, and Tommy + Tucker, and ever so many more. +</p> +<p> + There was a secret about the party. +</p> +<p> + Jack's mother had told him, but he would not tell. +</p> +<p> + Boy Blue tried to guess. +</p> +<p> + "Is it a Christmas tree, Jack?" +</p> +<p> + "Are we going to make candy?" +</p> +<p> + "Is Santa Claus coming?" +</p> +<p> + "Are we going on a sleigh-ride?" +</p> +<p> + "No, no, no!" said Jack. "You will never guess." +</p> +<p> + At last Christmas Day came. +</p> +<p> + Jack could hardly stop to look at all of his presents. +</p> +<p> + He was thinking of the party and of getting the secret ready. +</p> +<p> + At two o'clock the children came to the party. +</p> +<p> + They each brought Jack a present. +</p> +<p> + Mistress Mary brought him some roses. +</p> +<p> + "They grew on the rose-bush you gave me," she said. +</p> +<p> + At first the children played games. +</p> +<p> + They played "blind man's buff," and "hide the thimble," and "button, + button, who has the button." +</p> +<p> + At four o'clock Jack's mother came into the room. +</p> +<p> + "I think you must all be hungry by this time," she said. +</p> +<p> + "Will you come and see what I have for you?" +</p> +<p> + So the children followed Mrs. Horne through the long hall into the + dining-room. +</p> +<p> + Oh, there were such good things for hungry children! +</p> +<p> + There were pretty little cakes with pink and white frosting, and + oranges, and nuts, and raisins, and apples, and candy. +</p> +<p> + Boy Blue's father had heard about the party and had sent the apples + from the farm. +</p> +<p> + Boy Blue's mother had sent some candy made of maple sugar and nuts. +</p> +<p> + Oh, it was so good! +</p> +<p> + When each one had eaten some of the cakes, and some of the nuts, and + some of the candy, Mrs. Horne went out into the kitchen. +</p> +<p> + Jack began to laugh and his eyes looked very big and wise. +</p> +<p> + "The surprise is coming!" cried Boy Blue. "The surprise is coming!" +</p> +<p> + And sure enough! In came Mrs. Horne, carrying a huge pie in her hands. +</p> +<p> + "This is Jack Horner's pie," she said. "I think it is full of plums." +</p> +<a name="image-12"><!--IMG--></a> +<center> +<img src="./images/image_12.jpg" width="441" height="600" +alt="'then he Had Put in his Hand and Pulled out Something.' +"> +</center> +<!--IMAGE END--> +<p> + Then she put it on the table in front of Jack. +</p> +<p> + He stood up and said:— +</p> +<pre> + "Little Jack Horner + Stood near a corner + Cutting his birthday pie. + He put in his thumb + And pulled out a plum, + And said, 'What a big boy am I!'" +</pre> +<p> + How the children laughed! +</p> +<p> + Jack had cut the paper crust of his birthday pie. +</p> +<p> + Then he had put in his hand and pulled out something. +</p> +<p> + It was surely too big for a real plum. +</p> +<p> + "For Boy Blue," said Jack, giving him the package. +</p> +<p> + Boy Blue took off the white paper and there was a tiny horn, tied with + a blue ribbon. +</p> +<p> + Then Jack pulled out another plum. +</p> +<p> + It was a book about flowers for Mistress Mary. +</p> +<p> + Tommy Tucker had a knife. +</p> +<p> + "That's to cut your bread with," said Jack Horner. +</p> +<p> + Mary found a woolly lamb in her plum. +</p> +<p> + The lamb's head would come off, an inside was a tiny bottle of cologne. +</p> +<p> + Jack and Jill each had a little pail filled with candies. +</p> +<p> + Jack's plum was in the very bottom of the pie. +</p> +<p> + It was a dear little watch. +</p> +<p> + "Now, I shall not be late to school again," he said. +</p> +<p> + It was Jack, you know, who let Mary's lamb into school. +</p> +<p> + He was late that morning and did not shut the door. +</p> +<p> + When it was time for the children to go home Mr. Horne packed them all + into his big sleigh. +</p> +<p> + "Good-bye, Jack!" they cried. +</p> +<p> + "Good-bye, Jack Horner, we have had + a lovely time!" +</p> +<a name="2H_4_16"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> +<hr /> +<pre> + There was an old woman + Who lived in a shoe, + She had so many children + She didn't know what to do, + She gave them some butter + Without any bread; + Then she spanked them all soundly, + And sent them to bed. +</pre> +<hr /> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<h2> + THE OLD WOMAN IN THE SHOE +</h2> +<p> + You remember I told you that Boy Blue lived on a big farm. +</p> +<p> + In the winter Boy Blue could not go to school because the school-house + was so far from his home. +</p> +<p> + So Mary's mother said, "Boy Blue can spend the winter with us and go to + school with Mary." +</p> +<p> + Of course the children thought that would be fine. +</p> +<p> + Mary didn't have any brothers or sisters, and sometimes she was rather + lonely. +</p> +<p> + So Boy Blue went to spend the winter with Mary. +</p> +<p> + He was sorry to leave Fire-cracker and his eight white Snowballs. +</p> +<p> + "I shall be back in the spring," he said. "John will have to take care + of you this winter." +</p> +<p> + Boy Blue had never seen such a large school in all his life. +</p> +<p> + In the little country school there were only ten children. +</p> +<p> + In Mary's school there were fifty boys and girls in one room, and there + were ten rooms in the school-house. +</p> +<p> + Now it was winter, and there was snow on the ground. +</p> +<p> + The children had been to school three months. +</p> +<p> + Every afternoon they had great fun coasting down the long hill behind + the school-house. +</p> +<p> + One day Miss Smith said, "Children, do you know what month this is?" +</p> +<p> + "Yes, yes!" they all said. "This is December." +</p> +<p> + "Christmas comes this month," said one little girl. +</p> +<p> + Then they all talked at once. +</p> +<p> + Oh, how they liked Christmas, and Santa Claus and Christmas trees! +</p> +<p> + They hoped Santa Claus would bring them many presents. +</p> +<p> + At last Miss Smith said, "Shall we have a Christmas tree this year in + school?" +</p> +<p> + Of course they all wanted one. +</p> +<p> + "I know something better than a Christmas tree," said Miss Smith. +</p> +<p> + "Something better than a Christmas tree!" said Mistress Mary. "What can + it be?" +</p> +<p> + "I must tell you about it," said Miss Smith. "You know I have told you + about Mrs. Brown." +</p> +<p> + "Yes," said Boy Blue, "she is the 'Old Woman in the Shoe.'" +</p> +<p> + Miss Smith laughed. "Is that what you call her?" she said. +</p> +<p> + "Yes," said Mary, "you know she has a great many children." +</p> +<p> + "Well, Tommy and Betty Brown have been sick a long time. +</p> +<p> + "Mrs. Brown has had to work very hard to get food to eat. +</p> +<p> + "I am afraid they will not have a happy Christmas. +</p> +<p> + "I think we might have a Christmas box, and fill it with all kinds of + good things. +</p> +<p> + "We can put things to eat and wear in the box, and you can bring some + toys, too. +</p> +<p> + "Then on Christmas day we can send the box to Mrs. Brown. +</p> +<p> + "That would make her happy, and it would make us happy, too." +</p> +<p> + The children all thought this was a very good idea. +</p> +<p> + Jack said, "I think it would be great fun if we could have a box the + shape of a big shoe. I know my father could make us one. I will ask him + to-night." +</p> +<p> + So Jack's father made a big wooden shoe, and the boys helped him paint + it black. +</p> +<p> + When the shoe was finished, the children began to fill it. +</p> +<p> + In the toe of the shoe Jack put two large squashes. +</p> +<p> + Mary brought a bag of potatoes and some big red apples. +</p> +<p> + Boy Blue wrote a letter to his mother and told her about the Christmas + shoe. +</p> +<p> + So Mrs. Snow sent a roasted chicken, a dozen eggs, and some fresh + butter that she had made. +</p> +<p> + I cannot tell you all the things that found their way into that wooden + shoe. +</p> +<p> + There was everything that hungry little boys and girls like to eat. +</p> +<p> + There were games and toys for the boys, and dolls with pretty dresses + for the girls. +</p> +<p> + And there was a fine new dress for Mrs. Brown, too. +</p> +<p> + The day before Christmas the shoe was ready and Mr. Horne came for it + with a big wagon. +</p> +<p> + Miss Smith put a card in the shoe. +</p> +<p> + It said:— +</p> +<p> + "A Merry Christmas to Mrs. Brown and all the little Browns, from + Maggie's and Tommy's schoolmates." +</p> +<p> + "Look, Mamma!" said little Maggie Brown. "What is that wagon stopping + here for, and what is that funny thing in it?" +</p> +<p> + Mrs. Brown came to the window just as Mr. Home took the shoe out of the + wagon. +</p> +<a name="image-13"><!--IMG--></a> +<center> +<img src="./images/image_13.jpg" width="600" height="516" +alt=""> +</center> +<!--IMAGE END--> +<p> + "Why, it is a big shoe," laughed Mrs. Brown. "I guess it is for me to + keep you all in." +</p> +<p> + Tommy, and Katie, and Mary, and Alice, all ran to see. +</p> +<p> + Oh, they were so happy when the shoe was brought in and they found it + was something for them! +</p> +<p> + Mrs. Brown was happy, too, to think that her children would have such a + merry Christmas. +</p> +<p> + She told Mr. Horne to wish all the children who sent the shoe a very, + very happy Christmas. +</p> +<p> + "And tell them," she said, "to come and see 'the Old Woman in the Shoe' + and her children!" +</p> +<a name="2H_4_17"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> +<hr /> +<pre> + Little Miss Muffet + Sat on a tuffet, + Eating her curds and whey; + There came a big spider + And sat down beside her, + And frightened Miss Muffet away. +</pre> +<hr /> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<h2> + MISS MUFFET +</h2> +<p> + It was the Christmas vacation and Boy Blue and Mary were at home every + day. +</p> +<p> + Boy Blue wished to go to his own home on the farm in his vacation. +</p> +<p> + He wished to see his father and mother, and little sister, and + fire-cracker, and his eight Snowballs. +</p> +<p> + But one night he had a letter from his mother. +</p> +<p> + Of course he could read it himself, because he was seven years old and + had been to school two years. +</p> +<p> + When he read the letter he danced up and down for joy. +</p> +<p> + He danced right through the hall into the dining-room and showed his + letter to Mary. +</p> +<p> + Then she danced, too, because the letter said that Boy Blue's father + and mother were coming to see him the very next day. +</p> +<p> + And, best of all, Little Sister was coming to stay two weeks. +</p> +<p> + When it was time to go to the station to meet Little Sister and her + mother. Boy Blue could hardly wait for the train. +</p> +<p> + At last it came, bringing the two dearest people in all the world, and + Boy Blue laughed, and cried, and asked questions, all in the same + minute. +</p> +<p> + "Where is Papa? +</p> +<p> + "Is he coming to-morrow? +</p> +<p> + "How is Fire-cracker? +</p> +<p> + "Are you going to stay two weeks?" +</p> +<p> + "Wait, wait, children!" said Mrs. Snow, "ask one question at a time." +</p> +<p> + They rode to Mary's house in a car, and all these questions and many + others were asked and answered. +</p> +<p> + It was the night before Christmas and the children were going to hang + up their stockings. +</p> +<p> + "Hang them by the chimney in your playroom," said Mary's mother. "Then + Santa Claus won't have far to go." +</p> +<p> + So the children ran up to the playroom with their stockings. +</p> +<p> + "Oh, look!" said Boy Blue. "Sister's stocking is so small that Santa + Claus can't get even a rag doll into it." +</p> +<p> + Mary found a basket for Little Sister. +</p> +<p> + "You can put this right under your stocking, dear," she said. +</p> +<p> + "I will write a letter to Santa Claus and tell him where to put your + presents." +</p> +<p> + So she wrote this letter and pinned it on the toe of the tiny stocking: +</p> +<p> + "Dear Santa Claus:—Little Sister's stocking is so small I have given + her a basket. Please put her presents in it." +</p> +<p> + Santa Claus must have read the note, for the next morning the basket + was full. +</p> +<p> + There was a basket under each of the other stockings, too. +</p> +<p> + On each one was a note, saying:— +</p> +<p> + "Your stockings were not large enough. I had to get a basket for you, + too." +</p> + <p class="sign"> SANTA CLAUS.</p> +<p> + In Boy Blue's basket there were a horn and a drum, a box of tin + soldiers, and three books. Under the basket was a new red sled. +</p> +<p> + Mary found two dolls and a trunk full of dresses for them, a toy + kitchen, and a writing desk in her basket. +</p> +<p> + Little Sister sat on the floor and began to take the presents out of + her basket, one at a time. +</p> +<p> + First, there was a big wax doll in a doll carriage. +</p> +<p> + It was such a pretty doll, with a blue coat and white hood, all ready + to take out to ride! +</p> +<p> + Then there were some picture books and another doll,—a big one that + could open and shut her eyes. +</p> +<a name="image-14"><!--IMG--></a> +<center> +<img src="./images/image_14.jpg" width="545" height="600" +alt=""> +</center> +<!--IMAGE END--> +<p> + But what was this in the bottom of the basket? It was very soft and + white and had curly hair. +</p> +<p> + Little Sister picked it up carefully. "Put it on your head," said Boy + Blue. So Sister put it on. It was a fur cap. +</p> +<p> + Then she found a fur collar, and last of all, a dear little fur muff. +</p> +<p> + When she had them all on, she ran up to her mother. +</p> +<p> + "See my muff, Mamma!" she cried. +</p> +<p> + Then she ran to every one, saying:—"Muff! Muff! See my little muff!" +</p> +<p> + "What a dear little Miss Muffet you are!" said Uncle Jack. +</p> +<p> + "Oh." said Boy Blue, "we shall call you 'Miss Muffet'!" +</p> +<p> + "Merry Christmas, Miss Muffet!" +</p> +<a name="2H_4_18"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> +<hr /> +<pre> + Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall; + Humpty Dumpty had a great fall; + All the king's horses, + And all the king's men, + Couldn't put Humpty Dumpty together again. +</pre> +<hr /> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<h2> + HUMPTY DUMPTY +</h2> +<p> + Tommy Tucker had lived on the farm with Grandma and Grandpa Hall a long + time. +</p> +<p> + He and Rags were very happy in their new home. +</p> +<p> + Rags was getting fat now, and every Saturday he had a fine bath. +</p> +<p> + At least Tommy said it was a fine bath, but Rags did not seem to agree + with him. +</p> +<p> + "Bow-wow," he would say, when he saw the big tub full of water, "I must + run and hide." +</p> +<p> + But Tommy always found him, and Rags always had his bath. +</p> +<p> + When school began in September, Grandma Hall took Tommy to school. +</p> +<p> + He had a new suit of clothes, a new pair of boots, and a pretty cap to + match his suit. +</p> +<p> + The school was two miles from the farm, so that the first morning he + rode in the carriage with Grandma Hall because she could not walk so + far. +</p> +<p> + Every day after that Tommy walked to school in the morning and home + again at night. +</p> +<p> + He carried his dinner in a new pail, and he always found something very + good in that pail when he opened it at noon. +</p> +<p> + All the rest of the children brought their dinner, too, and if I should + tell you all the things those children did at noon, it would fill a + book. +</p> +<p> + When the nuts were ripe, they went into the woods and gathered big + baskets full. +</p> +<p> + They found pretty flowers and autumn leaves and made their school-room + bright with them. +</p> +<p> + They played ball, and hide and seek. +</p> +<p> + Oh, there were such beautiful places to hide,—behind the wood-pile, in + the wood-box, behind trees and fences, and in the woods! +</p> +<p> + Tommy had never had such a good time in his life. +</p> +<p> + He did not play all the time, because he was working very hard to catch + up with the other boys. +</p> +<p> + Before the winter was over he was in the class with Jack and Jill, and + Grandma said she was very proud of him. +</p> +<p> + But I must tell you of the Jack-o'-lanterns the children made for + Hallowe'en. +</p> +<p> + Tommy did not know much about Hallowe'en, for he had always lived in + the city. +</p> +<p> + He had seen boys make Jack-o'-lanterns out of paper boxes. +</p> +<p> + But he had never seen a real pumpkin Jack-o'-lantern in his life. +</p> +<p> + One day, near the last of October, the children were all talking about + Hallowe'en and the fun they would have with their lanterns. +</p> +<p> + "You'll make one, won't you, Tommy?" said Jack. +</p> +<p> + Of course Tommy wanted to make one if the boys would show him how. +</p> +<p> + "I know what would be fun," said +</p> +<p> + Jill. "Let's bring our pumpkins to school and make our lanterns at + noon." +</p> +<p> + "Yes, yes, that is just the thing!" they shouted. +</p> +<p> + "Then when they are finished we can ask Miss Phillips which is the + prettiest." +</p> +<p> + As if a Jack-o'-lantern could ever be pretty! +</p> +<p> + The next morning there was a funny sight in the dressing-room. +</p> +<p> + Under each hook was a pumpkin. +</p> +<p> + There were big ones, little ones, fat ones, long ones, short ones, + yellow ones, and green ones. +</p> +<p> + In fact, no two pumpkins were alike, except of course, Jack's and + Jill's. +</p> +<p> + "It will never do for us to have ours different," said Jill. +</p> +<p> + So they hunted a long time to find two that were just alike. +</p> +<p> + Tommy tried very hard to think of his arithmetic and geography and + spelling that morning. +</p> +<p> + But he couldn't help thinking of his pumpkin, which was waiting to be + made into a Jack-o'-lantern. +</p> +<p> + At last it was noon. +</p> +<p> + I am afraid the children did not care what they had for dinner that + noon, and they ate very fast. +</p> +<p> + They needed all the time they could get for their Jack-o'-lanterns. +</p> +<p> + First, they cut off the top of the pumpkin, and cut out all the seeds. + Then came the fun of making the lantern's face. +</p> +<p> + He must have two eyes, a nose, a mouth, and two ears. +</p> +<p> + Jack cut two round holes for eyes. +</p> +<p> + A long cut in the middle was the nose. +</p> +<p> + The mouth curved up at both ends, and the holes at the sides were ears. +</p> +<p> + Some of the lanterns had two very good rows of teeth. +</p> +<p> + Tom's pumpkin was long and narrow. He said it looked so much like a big + egg that he was going to name it "Humpty Dumpty." +</p> +<p> + "Oh, let's all name our lanterns!" said the children. +</p> +<p> + "Mine is so round I shall call it 'Tubby'," said Jack. +</p> +<p> + Then Jill named hers "Bubby." +</p> +<p> + One of the boys named his "Green Top," and another was "Big Eyes." +</p> +<p> + Just as the bell rang for school the last one was finished. +</p> +<p> + How Miss Phillips laughed when the children marched in, each one + carrying a funny Jack-o'-lantern! +</p> +<p> + She said she could not tell which one was the prettiest. +</p> +<p> + After she had been introduced to each one they were put into the hall + to wait for school to be over. +</p> +<p> + Hallowe'en night every lantern had a candle in it, and the children had + great fun trying to frighten their mothers and fathers and each other. +</p> +<p> + Of course Grandpa Hall jumped and ran when he saw a big bright face + coming at him from the barn. +</p> +<p> + Then Grandma Hall saw it in the woodshed, and she ran and hid behind + the kitchen door. +</p> +<p> + Tommy played with Humpty Dumpty for several days. +</p> +<p> + Saturday morning he was in the meadow playing with Humpty Dumpty when + Jack and Jill came to ask him to go with them to the woods. +</p> +<p> + Tommy put Humpty Dumpty up on the stone wall and ran off with the + twins. +</p> +<p> + Grandpa Hall's old white cow was in the meadow eating grass. +</p> +<p> + As she came near the wall she saw something that looked very much like + a pumpkin. +</p> +<p> + Mrs. Cow was fond of pumpkins, so she thought she would go and see what + it really was on the wall. +</p> +<p> + "Why, it surely is a pumpkin," said Mrs. Cow, "but I wonder what all + those holes are for." +</p> +<p> + Humpty Dumpty felt very much hurt to think that Mrs. Cow should speak + of his eyes and mouth as holes. +</p> +<p> + "But then, of course," thought Humpty, "she does not know that I am not + a pumpkin now." +</p> +<p> + Mrs. Cow kept putting her nose nearer and nearer to Humpty. +</p> +<p> + At last she got so near that she made him jump. +</p> +<p> + At least, I think he must have jumped, for he fell from the wall to the + ground. +</p> +<p> + When Mrs. Cow saw the pumpkin all broken in pieces she thought she + might as well eat it, and she did. +</p> +<a name="image-15"><!--IMG--></a> +<center> +<img src="./images/image_15.jpg" width="600" height="456" +alt=""> +</center> +<!--IMAGE END--> +<p> + At first she liked the pumpkin very much, but then she thought it + didn't taste just right. +</p> +<p> + "I don't believe pumpkins with big round holes in them are good to + eat," said Mrs. Cow. +</p> +<p> + But when Tommy found what had happened to Humpty Dumpty, he said to + Grandpa Hall, "I wonder which Mrs. Cow liked best, the Jack-o'-lantern + or the candle!" +</p> +<p> + The children in Miss Smith's room had been just as busy as bees all + day. +</p> +<p> + Now they were tired, and they could not work any more. +</p> +<p> + Mary put her head down on her desk and nearly went to sleep. +</p> +<p> + Most of the boys were looking out of the window, because they liked to + watch it snow. +</p> +<p> + It had been snowing hard all day and they were thinking of the + snowballs they would make, and of the snow forts that they would build + on the hill. +</p> +<p> + How could they study when they were thinking of all those things? +</p> +<p> + "Miss Smith," said Bo-peep, looking up from her work, "won't you please + tell us a story? It is getting so dark that I cannot see to write." +</p> +<p> + Miss Smith thought a minute and then said, "How would you like to play + at being a book?" +</p> +<p> + Every little face brightened. The boys looked at Miss Smith and forgot + about the snow forts. +</p> +<p> + Mary sat up and did not feel one bit sleepy. +</p> +<p> + "Why, Miss Smith," said Mary, "how can we be a book?" +</p> +<p> + "I will show you," said Miss Smith. +</p> +<p> + "We will play that we are the Mother Goose Book. +</p> +<p> + "You must each think of some child from Mother Goose land whom you + would like to be. +</p> +<p> + "Then each one can come to the front of the room and play at being that + little child. +</p> +<p> + "The rest of us will try to guess who the child is." +</p> +<p> + The children all thought that would be great fun, and for a few minutes + it was so quiet they could almost hear the snow falling. +</p> +<p> + At the end of five minutes Miss Smith said, "Now it is time to begin. + You may be on the first page in our book, Jack. +</p> +<p> + "You may use anything in the room you need to help you in acting your + part." +</p> +<p> + Jack went into the hall. In a minute he pushed the door open a little + way and looked in. +</p> +<p> + Then he came into the school-room. He had his books under his arm, and + as he came in very slowly he looked at the clock. +</p> +<p> + "Oh, I know!" said John. "Hickory, dickory, dock." +</p> +<a name="image-16"><!--IMG--></a> +<center> +<img src="./images/image_16.jpg" width="446" height="600" +alt="'she Looked So Funny As She Came Into the Room +Riding on a Broom' +"> +</center> +<!--IMAGE END--> +<p> + "No, no," said Mary, "that is:— +</p> +<pre> + 'A dillar, a dollar, + A ten o'clock scholar, + What makes you come so soon? + You used to come at ten o'clock, + And now you come at noon.'" +</pre> +<p> + "That is right," said Jack. "Mary guessed it." +</p> +<p> + Then it was Mary's turn to be a page in the Mother Goose Book. +</p> +<p> + When she came in she had on Miss Smith's long white apron, her hair was + done up high on her head, and she was riding on a broom. +</p> +<p> + She looked so funny that all the children laughed. +</p> +<p> + At last Edith stopped laughing and began to sing: +</p> +<pre> + "Old woman, old woman, + Old woman, said I. + Oh whither, oh whither, + Oh whither so high? + To sweep the cobwebs out of the sky; + But I'll be back again by-and-by." +</pre> +<p> + Yes, Edith had guessed right, so she ran out of the room. +</p> +<p> + When she came back the children all looked and looked. +</p> +<p> + Who could she be? +</p> +<p> + She hadn't changed herself one bit, and she only stood still and looked + at them. +</p> +<p> + "We are caught this time," laughed Miss Smith. +</p> +<p> + Just then a little girl in the back of the room jumped up and said: + "Oh, see the curl in the middle of her forehead! I know who she is! +</p> +<pre> + 'There was a little girl, + And she had a little curl. + And it hung right down on her forehead. + When she was good + She was very good indeed; + But when she was bad she was horrid.'" +</pre> +<p> + Tommy went out next, and when he came back he had a little toy pig + under his arm. +</p> +<p> + "I can think of ever so many pigs in Mother Goose," said Alice. "Have + you been to market, Tommy?" +</p> +<p> + "No, no," said Tommy, "I did not buy this good fat pig." +</p> +<p> + "I know who you are, and where you got your pig," laughed Jill. +</p> +<pre> + "Tom, Tom, the piper's son, + Stole a pig and away he run." +</pre> +<p> + Mistress Mary came in with her watering pot to water her flowers. +</p> +<p> + Boy Blue was quickly guessed because he had a horn. +</p> +<p> + Just as Jack and Jill came in with a pail of water, the bell rang. +</p> +<p> + It was time to go home! +</p> +<p> + Every one of the children was sorry not to see all of the book. +</p> +<p> + "Some day we will play this game again," said Miss Smith. "Then we can + see the rest of the pages." +</p> +<p> + As they ran home together they were all talking of the new game. +</p> +<p> + That night they got out their Mother Goose books and read them through, +so that the next time they would be sure to guess every rhyme.</p> + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Boy Blue and His Friends +by Etta Austin Blaisdell and Mary Frances Blaisdell + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK BOY BLUE AND HIS FRIENDS *** + +***** This file should be named 16046-h.htm or 16046-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/1/6/0/4/16046/ + +Produced by Juliet Sutherland, Anuradha Valsa Raj, Leonard +Johnson and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +https://www.pgdp.net + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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