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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of St. Nicholas Magazine for Boys and Girls,
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+Title: St. Nicholas Magazine for Boys and Girls, Vol. 5, Nov 1877-Nov 1878
+       No 1, Nov 1877
+
+Author: Various
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+Editor: Mary Mapes Dodge
+
+Release Date: January 14, 2006 [EBook #17513]
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+<br />
+
+<h1>ST. NICHOLAS:</h1><br />
+
+<h4>SCRIBNER'S ILLUSTRATED MAGAZINE</h4><br /><br />
+
+<h2>FOR GIRLS AND BOYS,</h2><br /><br />
+
+<h5>CONDUCTED BY</h5><br /><br />
+
+<h3>MARY MAPES DODGE.</h3><br /><br />
+
+<h4>VOLUME V.</h4>
+<h5>NOVEMBER, 1877, TO NOVEMBER, 1878.</h5>
+<br /><br />
+
+<h5>SCRIBNER &amp; CO., NEW YORK.</h5>
+
+<h6>Copyright by SCRIBNER &amp; CO., 1878.<br />
+
+PRESS OF FRANCIS HART &amp; CO.<br />
+
+NEW YORK</h6>
+
+<br /><br /><hr /><br /><br />
+
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<a href="images/0136-1.jpg"><img src="images/0136-1-340.jpg" width="340" height="466" alt="KING RICHARD II. AND HIS CHILD-QUEEN." border="0" /></a>
+<p class="center">KING RICHARD II. AND HIS CHILD-QUEEN.</p>
+
+</div><br /><br />
+
+<h1>ST. NICHOLAS.</h1>
+
+
+<h4>VOL. V.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;NOVEMBER, 1877.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;No. 1.</h4>
+
+<h6>[Copyright, 1877, by Scribner &amp; Co.]</h6>
+
+<br /><br /><hr class="short" /><br /><br /><br />
+
+<h3>CONTENTS.</h3>
+
+<table width="100%" align="center" border="0" summary="contents">
+<tr>
+ <td colspan="2" valign="top">&nbsp;</td>
+ <td class="right">PAGE</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<a class="contents"  href="#page1"><span class="sc">Child-Queen</span>, A.</a> (Illustrated by Alfred Fredericks) </td>
+<td><i>Cecilia Cleveland</i> </td>
+<td class="right"><a href="#page1">1</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<a class="contents"  href="#wolves"><span class="sc">Chased by Wolves</span>.</a> (Illustrated)</td>
+<td><i>George Dudley Lawson</i></td>
+<td class="right"><a href="#page3">3</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<a class="contents" href="#crewd"><span class="sc">Jingle: There was an Old Person of Crewd</span>.</a> (Illustrated by K. W. P.)</td>
+<td>&nbsp;</td>
+<td class="right"><a href="#page6">6</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<a class="contents" href="#page7"><span class="sc">Mollie's Boyhood</span>.</a> (Illustrated by George White)</td>
+<td><i>Sarah E. Chester</i></td>
+<td class="right"><a href="#page7">7</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<a class="contents" href="#page13"><span class="sc">The Largest Volcano in the World</span>.</a> (Illustrated)
+</td>
+<td><i>Sarah Coan</i></td>
+<td class="right"><a href="#page13">13</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<a class="contents"  href="#skip"><span class="sc">Making it Skip</span>.</a> Verse. (Illustrated by Thomas Moran)</td>
+<td><i>M. M. D.</i></td>
+<td class="right"><a href="#page15">15</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<a class="contents" href="#page16"><span class="sc">Willow Wand</span>, The.</a> Poem. (Illustrated)
+</td>
+<td><i>A. E. W.</i></td>
+<td class="right"><a href="#page16">16</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<a class="contents" href="#page18"><span class="sc">Story that Wouldn't be Told</span>, The.</a> (Illustrated)
+</td>
+<td><i>Louise Stockton</i></td>
+<td class="right"><a href="#page18">18</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<a class="contents"  href="#polly"><span class="sc">Polly</span>: A Before-Christmas Story.</a> (Illustrated)</td>
+<td><i>Hope Ledyard</i> </td>
+<td class="right"><a href="#page19">19</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<a class="contents"  href="#boggs"><span class="sc">Boggs's Photograph</span>.</a>  Picture.</td>
+<td>&nbsp;</td>
+<td class="right"><a href="#page21">21</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<a class="contents" href="#page22"><span class="sc">Lord Mayor of London's Show</span>, The.</a> (Illustrated)</td>
+<td><i>Jennie A. Owen</i></td>
+<td class="right"><a href="#page22">22</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<a class="contents"  href="#girl"><span class="sc">My Girl</span>.</a> Poem.</td>
+<td><i>John S. Adams</i></td>
+<td class="right"><a href="#page25">25</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<a class="contents" href="#page26"><span class="sc">Mars, the Planet of War</span>.</a> (Illustrated by the Author)</td>
+<td><i>Richard A. Proctor</i></td>
+<td class="right"><a href="#page26">26</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<a class="contents" href="#tragedy"><span class="sc">Domestic Tragedy</span>, A.</a> In Two Parts (Illustration)</td>
+<td>&nbsp;</td>
+<td class="right"><a href="#page31">31</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<a class="contents" href="#bell"><span class="sc">Bell-Ringers</span>, The Stickleback.</a> (Illustrated by James C. Beard)</td>
+<td><i>C. F. Holder</i></td>
+<td class="right"><a href="#page31">31</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<a class="contents" href="#cricket"><span class="sc">Cricket on the Hearth</span>, The.</a> Poem. (Illustrated)</td>
+<td><i>Clara Doty Bates</i> </td>
+<td class="right"><a href="#page33">33</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<a class="contents" href="#page34"><span class="sc">How I Weighed the Thanksgiving Turkey</span>.</a></td>
+<td><i>G. M. Shaw</i></td>
+<td class="right"><a href="#page34">34</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<a class="contents" href="#melon"><span class="sc">Nimble Jim and the Magic Melon</span>.</a> (Illustrated by E. B. Bensell)</td>
+<td><i>J. A. Judson</i> </td>
+<td class="right"><a href="#page34">34</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<a class="contents" href="#lady-girl"><span class="sc">"Oh, I'm My Mamma's Lady-Girl</span>."</a> Verse. (Illustrated by Addie Ledyard)</td>
+<td><i>M. M. D.</i></td>
+<td class="right"><a href="#page41">41</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<a class="contents" href="#page42"><span class="sc">Christmas-Gifts</span>, A Budget of Home-Made.</a> (Illustrated)</td>
+<td>&nbsp;</td>
+<td class="right"><a href="#page42">42</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<a class="contents" href="#page64"><span class="sc">Little Tweet</span>.</a> (Illustrated)</td>
+<td>&nbsp;</td>
+<td class="right"><a href="#page64">64</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<a class="contents" href="#page66"><span class="sc">Jack-in-the-Pulpit</span>.</a> (Illustrated)</td>
+<td>&nbsp;</td>
+<td class="right"><a href="#page66">66</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<a class="contents" href="#page68"><span class="sc">Can a Little Child Like Me</span>?</a> (Thanksgiving Hymn)</td>
+<td><i>Mary Mapes Dodge</i> </td>
+<td class="right"><a href="#page68">68</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<a class="contents" href="#page69"><span class="sc">"Baby's Opera" and Walter Crane</span>, The.</a></td>
+<td>&nbsp;</td>
+<td class="right"><a href="#page69">69</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<a class="contents" href="#letters"><span class="sc">The Letter Box</span>.</a> </td>
+<td>&nbsp;</td>
+<td class="right"><a href="#page69">69</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<a class="contents" href="#moons"><span class="sc">The Moons of Mars</span>.</a> </td>
+<td>&nbsp;</td>
+<td class="right"><a href="#page69">69</a></td>
+</tr><tr><td>
+<a class="contents" href="#page71"><span class="sc">The Riddle Box</span>.</a> (Illustrated)</td>
+<td>&nbsp;</td>
+<td class="right"><a href="#page71">71</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+</table>
+<p class="center">The Full Alphabetic Index for Volume V. is <a href="#index">HERE</a>.<br />
+(<span style="font-size: 0.8em;">The <span class="sc">Titles</span> above link directly to the Articles.)</span></p>
+
+<br /><br /><hr class="short" /><br /><br /><br />
+<a name="page1" id="page1"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;1]</span>
+
+<h2>A CHILD QUEEN.</h2>
+
+<h4><span class="sc">By Cecilia Cleveland</span>.</h4>
+
+<p>
+I wonder how many of the little girl readers of
+<span class="sc">St. Nicholas</span> are fond of history? If they answer
+candidly, I do not doubt that a very large proportion
+will declare that they prefer the charming
+stories they find in <span class="sc">St. Nicholas</span> to the dull
+pages of history, with its countless battles and murdered
+sovereigns. But history is not every bit dull,
+by any means, as you will find if your elder sisters
+and friends will select portions for you to read
+that are suitable to your age and interests. Perhaps
+you are very imaginative, and prefer fairy
+tales to all others. I am sure, then, that you will
+like the story I am about to tell you, of a little
+French princess, who was married and crowned
+Queen of England when only eight years old, and
+who became a widow at twelve.</p>
+<p>
+This child-sovereign was born many hundred
+years ago&mdash;in 1387&mdash;at the palace of the Louvre in
+Paris, of whose noble picture-gallery I am sure you
+all have heard,&mdash;if, indeed, many of you have not
+seen it yourselves. She was the daughter of the
+poor King Charles VI., whose misfortunes made
+him insane, and for whose amusement playing-cards
+were invented, and of his queen, Isabeau of Bavaria,
+a beautiful but very wicked woman. Little
+Princess Isabella was the eldest of twelve children.
+She inherited her mother's beauty, and was petted
+by her parents and the entire court of France.</p>
+<p>
+King Richard II. of England, who was a widower
+about thirty years old, was urged to marry again;
+and, instead of selecting a wife near his own age,
+his choice fell upon little Princess Isabella.</p>
+<p>
+"She is much too young," he was told. "Even
+in five or six years she will not be old enough to be
+married." The king, however, thought this objection
+too trifling to stand in the way of his marriage,
+and saying, "The lady's age is a fault that every
+day will remedy," he sent a magnificent embassy
+to the court of France, headed by the Archbishop
+of Dublin, and consisting of earls, marshals, knights,
+and squires of honor uncounted, with attendants to
+the number of five hundred.</p>
+<p>
+When the embassy reached Paris, and the offer
+of marriage had been formally accepted, the archbishop
+and the earls asked to see the little princess
+who was soon to become their queen. At first the
+French Council refused, saying so young a child
+was not prepared to appear on public occasions,
+and they could not tell how she might behave.
+The English noblemen were so solicitous, however,
+that at last she was brought before them. The earl
+marshal immediately knelt before her, and said, in
+the old-fashioned language of the time: "Madam,
+if it please God, you shall be our lady and queen."</p>
+<p>
+Queen Isabeau stood at a little distance, curious
+and anxious, no doubt, to know how her little
+daughter would answer this formal address. To
+her great pleasure, and the great surprise of all
+present, Princess Isabella replied:</p>
+<p>
+"Sir, if it please God and my father that I be
+Queen of England, I shall be well pleased, for I am
+told I shall then be a great lady."</p>
+<p>
+Then, giving the marshal her tiny hand to kiss,
+she bade him rise from his knees, and leading him
+to her mother, she presented him to her with the
+grace and ease of a mature woman.</p>
+<p>
+According to the fashion of the time, Princess
+Isabella was immediately married by proxy, and<a name="page2" id="page2"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;2]</span>
+received the title of Queen of England. Froissart,
+a celebrated historian living at that epoch, says:
+"It was very pretty to see her, young as she was,
+practicing how to act the queen."</p>
+<p>
+In a few days, King Richard arrived from England
+with a gay and numerous retinue of titled ladies to
+attend his little bride. After many grand festivities
+they were married and were taken in state to
+England, where the Baby Queen was crowned in
+the famous Westminster Abbey.</p>
+<p>
+I must not forget to describe the magnificent
+<i>trousseau</i> that the King of France gave his little
+daughter. Her dowry was 800,000 francs ($160,000);
+her coronets, rings, necklaces, and jewelry
+of all sorts, were worth 500,000 crowns; and her
+dresses were of surpassing splendor. One was a
+robe and mantle of crimson velvet, trimmed with
+gold birds perched on branches of pearls and
+emeralds, and another was trimmed with pearl
+roses. Do you think any fairy princess could have
+had a finer bridal outfit?</p>
+<p>
+When the ceremonies of the coronation were
+over, little Isabella's life became a quiet routine of
+study; for, although a reigning sovereign, she was
+in the position of that young Duchess of Burgundy
+of later years, who at the time of her marriage
+could neither read nor write. This duchess, who
+married a grandson of Louis XIV. of France, was
+older than Queen Isabella&mdash;thirteen years old; and
+as soon as the wedding festivities were over, she
+was sent to school in a convent, to learn at least to
+read, as she knew absolutely nothing save how to
+dance. Queen Isabella, however, was not sent
+away to school, but was placed under the care of a
+very accomplished lady, a cousin of the king, who
+acted as her governess. In her leisure hours, the
+king, who was a fine musician, would play and sing
+for her, and, history gravely informs us, he would
+even play dolls with her by the hour!</p>
+<p>
+But King Richard's days of quiet pleasure with
+his child-wife were at last disturbed, and he was
+obliged to leave her and go to the war in Ireland.
+The parting was very sad and affecting, and they
+never met again.</p>
+<p>
+While King Richard was in Ireland, his cousin,
+Henry of Lancaster, afterward Henry IV., took
+possession of the royal treasury, and upon the
+return of Richard from his unfortunate campaign,
+marched at the head of an army and made a prisoner
+of him, lodging him in that grim Tower of London
+from which so few prisoners ever issued alive.</p>
+<p>
+Meantime, the poor little queen was hurried
+from one town to another, her French attendants
+were taken from her, and the members of her new
+household were forbidden ever to speak to her of
+the husband she loved so dearly. Finally, it was
+rumored that Richard had escaped. Instantly, this
+extraordinary little girl of eleven issued a proclamation
+saying that she did not recognize Henry IV.
+(for he was now crowned King of England) as sovereign;
+and she set out with an army to meet her
+husband. The poor child was bitterly disappointed
+upon learning that the rumor was false, and her
+husband was still a prisoner, and before long she
+also was again a prisoner of Henry IV., this time
+closely guarded.</p>
+<p>
+In a few months Richard was murdered in
+prison by order of King Henry, and his queen's
+childish figure was shrouded in the heavy crape
+of her widow's dress. Her superb jewelry was
+taken from her and divided among the children of
+Henry IV., and she was placed in still closer
+captivity. Her father, the King of France, sent to
+demand that she should return to him, but for a
+long time King Henry refused his consent. Meantime,
+she received a second offer of marriage from&mdash;strange
+to say&mdash;the son of the man who had
+killed her husband and made her a prisoner, but a
+handsome, dashing young prince, Harry of Monmouth,
+often called "Madcap Hal." Perhaps you
+have read, or your parents have read to you, extracts
+from Shakspeare's "Henry IV.," so that you
+know of the wild exploits of the Prince of Wales
+with his friends, in turning highwayman and stealing
+purses from travelers, often saying,</p>
+
+<p class="note">
+"Where shall we take a purse to-morrow, Jack?"</p>
+
+<p>
+and finding himself in prison sometimes as a result
+of such amusements? Isabella was a child of
+decided character, and truly devoted to the memory
+of her husband, and much as she had enjoyed her
+rank she refused to continue it by marrying handsome
+Madcap Hal, although he offered himself to
+her several times, and even as she was embarking
+for France.</p>
+<p>
+Poor little Isabella, who had left France so brilliantly,
+returned a sad child-widow, and all that
+remained to her of her former splendor was a
+silver drink-cup and a few saucers. As Shakspeare
+says:</p>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>"My queen to France, from whence set forth in pomp,</p>
+<p>She came adorned hither like sweet May,</p>
+<p>Sent back like Hallowmas or shortest day."</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+<p>
+She was received throughout France with joy,
+and tears of sympathy.</p>
+<p>
+When Isabella was eighteen. Madcap Hal again
+offered his hand to her, supposing she had forgotten
+her former prejudice, but although she married
+again she was so far faithful to the memory of her
+English husband that she would not accept the son
+of his murderer. Some years later, when Prince Hal
+was king, he married her beautiful sister Katherine.</p>
+<p>
+Isabella's second husband was her cousin, the
+Duke of Orleans, whose beautiful poems are considered<a name="page3" id="page3"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;3]</span>
+classic in France. Again she was the joy
+of her family and the pride of France, but all her
+happiness was destined to be fleeting, for she survived
+her marriage only one year. Her husband,
+who loved her fondly, wrote after her death:</p>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+  <p class="i2">"Alas!</p>
+<p>Death, who made thee so bold,</p>
+<p>To take from me my lovely princess,</p>
+<p>Who was my comfort, my life,</p>
+<p>My good, my pleasure, my riches?</p>
+<p>Alas! I am lonely, bereft of my mate&mdash;</p>
+<p>Adieu! my lady, my lily!</p>
+<p>Our loves are forever severed."</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+<p>
+And in another poem, full of expressions that
+show how very devoted was his affection for her,
+he says:</p>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>"Above her lieth spread a tomb</p>
+  <p class="i2">Of gold and sapphires blue,</p>
+<p>The gold doth show her blessedness,</p>
+  <p class="i2">The sapphires mark her true.</p></div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>"And round about, in quaintest guise,</p>
+  <p class="i2">Was carved&mdash;'Within this tomb there lies</p>
+<p>The fairest thing to mortal eyes.'"</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+<p>
+Farewell, sweet Isabella!&mdash;a wife at eight, a
+widow at twelve, and dead at twenty-two,&mdash;your
+life was indeed short, and, though not without
+happy days, sorrow blended largely with its joy!</p>
+<br /><br /><hr class="short" /><br /><br /><br />
+
+<a name="wolves" id="wolves"></a>
+<h2>CHASED BY WOLVES</h2>
+
+<h4><span class="sc">By George Dudley Lawson.</span></h4>
+
+<p>
+Some forty years ago the northern part of the
+State of New York was very sparsely settled. In
+one of the remote counties, which for a name's sake
+we will call Macy County, a stout-hearted settler,
+named Devins, posted himself beyond the borders
+of civilization, and hewed for his little family a
+home in the heart of a forest that extended all the
+way from Lake Champlain to Lake Ontario. His
+nearest neighbor was six miles away, and the
+nearest town nearly twenty; but the Devinses were
+so happy and contented that the absence of company
+gave them no concern.</p>
+<p>
+It was a splendid place to live in. In summer
+the eye ranged from the slope where the sturdy
+pioneer had built his house over miles and miles of
+waving beech and maple woods, away to the dark
+line of pines on the high ground that formed the
+horizon. In the valley below, Otter Creek, a tributary
+of the St. Lawrence, wound its sparkling way
+northward. When Autumn painted the scene in
+brilliant hues, and it lay glowing under the crimson
+light of October sunsets, the dullest observer could
+not restrain bursts of admiration.</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Devins's first attack on the stubborn forest
+had been over the brow of the hill, some four miles
+nearer Owenton, but his house was burned down
+before he had taken his family there from Albany.
+He had regretted that he had not "pitched his
+tent" on the slope of Otter Creek; so now he
+began with renewed energy his second home, in
+which the closing in of the winter of 1839 found
+him. He had sixty acres of rich soil under cultivation
+at the time of which we are to speak, his right-hand
+man being his son Allan,&mdash;a rugged, handsome,
+intelligent boy of sixteen.</p>
+<p>
+The winter of '39 was a terrible one; snow set in
+before the end of November, and, even in the open
+country, lay upon the ground until the beginning
+of April, while in the recesses of the forest it was
+found as late as the middle of June. There was
+great distress among the settlers outside of the
+bounds of civilization, to whom the deep snow was
+an impassable barrier. The Devinses neither saw
+nor heard from their nearest neighbors from the
+first of December till near the beginning of February,
+when a crust was formed upon the snow sufficiently
+firm to bear the weight of a man, and a
+friendly Cayuga Indian brought them news of how
+badly their neighbors fared.</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Devins was especially touched by the bad
+case of his friend Will Inman, who lived on the
+nearest farm. The poor man lay ill of a fever;
+Mrs. Inman was dead and temporarily buried, until
+her body could be removed to the cemetery in
+Owenton, and all the care of the family devolved
+upon Esther, his daughter, fourteen years old.
+After a short consultation, the next morning breaking
+bright and clear though very cold, it was determined
+to allow Allan to go over the hill to Inman's,
+bearing medicine, tea, and other little necessaries
+for the family. He was impressively warned to
+begin his return at so early an hour that he might
+reach home before the short day's end, especially
+because of the danger from wild animals. The
+severity of the winter had made the wolves more
+venturesome and dangerous than they had been for<a name="page4" id="page4"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;4]</span>
+many years. Mr. Devins had lost several sheep
+and hogs, and deemed it unsafe for any of his
+family to be caught far from the house at night.</p>
+<p>
+Allan armed himself with his light rifle, put some
+biscuits and cold meat in a pouch strapped to his
+waist, mounted one of the strong farm-horses, and
+set out on his journey. The road through the
+forest was better than he expected to find it, as the
+snow had been drifted off, but at the turns, and in
+the thickest part of the wood, his horse floundered
+through drifts more than breast high; and more
+than once Allan had to dismount and beat a path
+ahead. Therefore, he did not reach Inman's till
+two o'clock, and, by the time he had helped Esther
+about her work, assisted her young brother to get
+in a good supply of wood, and made things more
+comfortable for the invalid, it was almost sundown.
+He stoutly refused to wait for supper, declaring
+that the luncheon still in his pouch would serve,
+and started just as the short twilight came on.
+He was a brave lad, and, with no thought of peril,
+went off, kissing his hand gayly to Esther.</p>
+<p>
+It took him an hour to traverse the first three
+miles, and then he came to a stretch of comparatively
+bare ground leading through his father's old
+clearing, and almost to the top of the hill back of
+Mr. Devins's house. He was just urging old Bob
+into a trot, when a long, clear howl broke upon his
+ear; then another and another answered from east
+and south. He knew what that meant. It was
+the cry of the advance-guard of a pack of wolves.</p>
+<p>
+The howling sounded near, and came swiftly
+nearer, as though the wolves had found his tracks
+and scented their prey. Old Bob trembled in
+every limb, and seemed powerless to move. Allan
+realized that he could not, before dark, reach home
+through the drifts ahead, and the increasing cold
+of the advancing night would render a refuge in a
+tree-top probably as deadly as an encounter with
+the pack.</p>
+<p>
+Presently there came a cry, shriller and sharper
+than before, and Allan, looking back, saw a great,
+lean, hungry gray wolf burst from the underbrush
+into the road, followed by dozens more; and in a
+moment the road behind him was full of wolves,
+open-mouthed and in keen chase. Their yells now
+seemed notes of exultation, for the leader of the
+pack&mdash;the strongest, fleetest, hungriest one among
+them&mdash;was within a dozen yards of Allan, who was
+now riding faster than ever old Bob had gone before
+or ever would go again. Excitement made the
+lad's blood boil in his veins, and he determined to
+show fight. The moon had risen, and the scene
+was almost as light as day. Now he could count
+the crowding host of his enemies, and just as he
+broke from the forest road into the old clearing, he
+turned in his saddle and fired. The foremost of
+the pack rolled over and over; the rest gathered
+around and tore their leader in pieces.</p>
+<p>
+By the time they resumed the chase, Allan was
+a hundred yards ahead with his rifle loaded. He
+determined to make a running fight of it to the
+hill, where he was sure of meeting his father, or
+could take to a tree and shoot until help came.
+This had hardly flashed through his brain when,
+right ahead of him, a detachment of the pack
+sprang into the road and answered with double
+yells the cries of the rest coming up behind. The
+horse wheeled suddenly, almost unseating Allan,
+and dashed across the clearing toward the wood;
+but he had not taken a dozen bounds when a wolf
+sprang upon him. Old Bob reared and fell, pitching
+Allan nearly twenty feet ahead, and was covered
+with wolves before he could regain his footing.
+That was the last of poor old Bob.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<a href="images/0138-1.jpg"><img src="images/0138-1-600.jpg" width="600" height="441" alt="OLD BOB FELL, PITCHING ALLAN AHEAD." border="0" /></a>
+<p class="center">"OLD BOB FELL, PITCHING ALLAN AHEAD."</p>
+</div>
+
+
+<p>
+But Allan! What of him? When he recovered
+from the effects of the shock, he found himself over
+head and ears in snow. He had no idea where he
+was, but struggled and plunged in vain endeavors
+to extricate himself, until at last he broke into a
+space that was clear of snow, but dark as Erebus,
+damp and close. Feeling about him he discovered
+over his head logs resting slantingly against the
+upper edge of a pit, and then he knew that he was
+in the cellar of the old house his father had built,
+and which had been burned down nine years before!
+The cellar was full of snow, except at the corner
+roofed over by the fallen logs, and Allan, bursting
+through the snow into the empty corner, was as
+secure from the wolves as though seated by his
+father's fireside. It was not nearly as cold in there
+as outside, and he found a dry spot upon which
+he lay down to think.</p>
+<p>
+He was in no danger of freezing to death, his
+food would keep him from starvation a week at least,
+and Allan concluded that, with the first glimpse
+of dawn, his father would be in search of him, and,
+following the tracks, find old Bob's bones, and
+quickly rescue him from his predicament. He
+reasoned wisely enough, but the elements were
+against him. Before sunrise a furious storm of
+wind and snow had completely obliterated every
+trace of horse, rider and wolves.</p>
+<p>
+At home, as the night wore on, the anxiety of
+the family had increased. While they were watching
+the gathering storm, they heard the long, dismal
+howl of the wolves coming over the hill. The
+chill of fear that they should never see the boy
+again settled down upon all their hearts, until the
+house was as dreary within as the winter waste and
+gloomy forest were without.</p>
+<p>
+Meanwhile the brave youth was sound asleep,
+dreaming as peacefully as though snugly resting
+with his brother in his warm bed at home. He<a name="page5" id="page5"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;5]</span>
+slumbered on unconscious of the raging storm without,
+and did not awake until late the next forenoon.
+It took him several seconds to realize where he was
+and how he came there, but gradually he remembered
+his ride for life, the falling of his horse, his
+struggle in the snow, and his breaking into the
+protected space where he lay.</p>
+<p>
+The storm lasted all day and far into the succeeding
+night. Allan ate slightly, quenched his
+thirst with a few drops of water obtained by melting
+snow in the palm of his hand, and began casting
+about for means to get out. He soon found that
+to dig his way up through the mass of snow that filled
+the cellar was beyond his powers. If he could have
+made a succession of footholds, the task would have
+been easy; but all his efforts only tended to fill
+his retreat, without bringing him nearer the air.
+As soon as he saw this, he gave himself up to
+calmly waiting for help from without.</p>
+<p>
+The second morning of his imprisonment broke
+clear and cheerful, and Mr. Devins set out to search
+for traces of his boy. He visited the Inmans' and
+learned the particulars of Allan's stay and departure,
+then mournfully turned his face homeward, his
+heart filled with despair. When he emerged from
+the forest into the clearing, he met the Indian who
+had visited him a few days before, and he told
+the red man of Allan's loss. The Indian stood a
+moment in deep thought, and then asked:</p>
+<p>
+"No horse, no boy back there?" pointing to the
+road just traversed by Mr. Devins.</p>
+<p>
+"No. I have looked carefully, and if there had
+been a trace left by the recent storm I should have
+detected it."</p>
+<p>
+"Ugh! well, me come over the hill; nothing
+that way either; then they here."</p>
+<p>
+"Why do you think so?"</p>
+<p>
+"Ah! me know wolves. When Allan come to
+this place they ahead; horse turn; wolves caught
+'em this side woods; we look there," and Tayenathonto
+pointed to the very course taken by the
+horse and rider.</p>
+<p>
+It so happened when Allan was thrown from the
+horse's back that his rifle flew from his hand and
+struck, muzzle down, in a hollow stump, where, imbedded
+in the snow, it stood like a sign to mark the
+scene of the last struggle of the lost boy. The snow
+had whitened all its hither side. When the Indian
+came abreast of it, he cried:</p>
+<p>
+"Told you so! See! Allan's gun! And here<a name="page6" id="page6"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;6]</span>
+rest of 'em," pointing to the little heap over the
+ruins of the old cabin.</p>
+<p>
+Kicking the snow hastily aside, the Indian examined
+the ground carefully a moment and then
+said: "No, only horse; Allan further on."</p>
+<p>
+The Indian, with head bent down, walked quickly
+forward, threw up his arms, and disappeared. He
+had stepped over the clean edge of the cellar
+and sunk exactly as Allan had. A few desperate
+plunges sufficed to take the strong Indian through
+the intervening snow and into the protected corner
+where Allan, just rousing from his second sleep,
+sat bolt upright. The Indian's coming disturbed
+the snow so that a glimmer of light penetrated into
+the dark space. Allan supposed a wolf had found
+its way down there, and hastily drew his large
+knife, bracing himself for an encounter.</p>
+<p>
+The Indian sputtered, thrashed about to clear
+himself from the snow, and in so doing rapped his
+head smartly against the low ceiling of logs.</p>
+<p>
+"Waugh! waugh!" exclaimed he. "Too
+much low; Indian break 'em head; look out."</p>
+<p>
+Allan instantly recognized the voice of the Indian,
+his comrade on many a fishing and hunting tour.</p>
+<p>
+"Tayenathonto!" he cried, "dear old fellow,
+who would have thought of you finding me!"</p>
+<p>
+The Indian quietly replied:</p>
+<p>
+"Tayenathonto no find; come like water-fall;
+couldn't help his self."</p>
+<p>
+A very few minutes sufficed to put both on the
+surface again, where Allan was received "like one
+come from the dead," and closely folded in his
+father's arms. Oh, the joy of that embrace! The
+past grief and suffering were forgotten in the bliss
+of that moment.</p>
+<p>
+The Indian had to return with the happy father
+and son to their home, where he was hailed as
+Allan's rescuer, and enjoyed to the full a share of
+the festivities.</p>
+<p>
+In after years Allan married Esther Inman, and
+now, by the fireside in winter, he tells his grandchildren
+of his escape from the wolves, and the
+little ones never tire of petting their faithful old
+Tayenathonto.</p>
+<br /><br /><hr class="short" /><br /><br /><br />
+<a name="crewd"></a>
+<div class="figcenter1" style="width:40%">
+<img src="images/006-350.jpg" width="350" height="467" alt="THERE WAS AN OLD PERSON OF CREWD,..." border="0" />
+
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>There was an old person of Crewd,</p>
+<p>Who said, "We use saw-dust for food;</p>
+  <p class="i2">It's cheap by the ton,</p>
+  <p class="i2">And it nourishes one,</p>
+<p>And that's the main object of food."</p>
+</div>
+</div></div>
+
+<br /><br /><hr class="short" /><br /><br /><br />
+
+<a name="page7" id="page7"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;7]</span>
+
+<h2>MOLLIE'S BOYHOOD.</h2>
+<h4>By Sarah E. Chester.</h4>
+<p>
+A little girl sat squeezed in between an old fat
+man and his old bony wife in a crowded hall on a
+sultry evening in October. On one side it was as
+if feather pillows loomed above her with intent to
+smother; on the other, sharp elbows came into
+distressing contact with her ribs. The windows
+were open; but the hall had not been built with
+reference to transmitting draughts on suffocating
+nights for the benefit of packed audiences; and
+everybody gasped for breath, though everybody
+fanned&mdash;that is, everybody who had a fan, a newspaper,
+a hat, or a starched handkerchief. Mollie
+had neither fan, newspaper, hat, nor handkerchief,
+and yet she of all the audience gasped unawares.
+She was stifled, but happy. Elbows and bad air
+might do their worst; her body suffered, but her
+spirit soared. She was lifted above her neighbors,
+into an atmosphere where she was conscious of
+nothing but the eloquence that fell in such soft tones
+from the lips of the beautiful woman on the stage.</p>
+<p>
+Mollie was fatherless and brotherless. She had
+no male cousins within a thousand miles. Her
+only uncle, two blocks off, was a man whose dinners
+rebelled against digestion, and who might
+have been beyond the seas for all the good he did
+her. They were a feminine family,&mdash;Mollie, her
+mother, the old cat and her kittens three,&mdash;bereft
+of masculine rule and care, and in need of money
+earned by masculine hands.</p>
+<p>
+The mother bore losses and lacks with the philosophy
+of her age; but Mollie's age was only twelve,
+and knew not philosophy. She realized that she
+was a mistake. She was miserably aware that she
+was a mistake which could never be corrected.
+Friends repeatedly assured her that it was a great
+pity she had not been born a boy, and tantalized
+her with boyhood's possibilities. Frequent mention
+was made of ways in which she might minister
+to her mother's comfort if she were a son; and all
+Mollie's day-dreams were visions of that gallant
+son's achievements. She used to close her eyes
+and see wings and bay-windows growing around
+their little cottage and making it a mansion; their
+old clothes gliding away, and fine new robes stepping
+into their places; strong servants working in
+the kitchen; pictures stealing up the walls, and
+luxuries scattering themselves hither and thither,
+till she felt the spirit of the boy within her, and
+seemed equal to the deeds he would have done.
+Then she used to open her eyes wide to the fact
+of her girlhood and have little seasons of despair.</p>
+<p>
+This had been going on a long time, the visions,
+their destruction by facts, and the consequent
+despair; for, of course, she had always believed
+there was nothing to be done. And now here was
+one telling her that something could be done&mdash;that
+she, even she, the little girl Mollie, had equal rights
+with boys, and that it was not only her privilege
+but her duty to claim them. Here was one exhorting
+her to throw off the yoke of her girlhood, talking
+of a glorious career that might be hers, of
+emancipation and liberty, of a womanhood grand
+as manhood itself. And how the tremendous
+sentiments, so beautifully uttered, thrilled through
+Mollie from the crown of her hat to the toes of
+her boots! She would have given worlds for one
+glance from that bravest of her sex who had thrown
+off the yoke, and for a chance to ask her just how
+she did it. For while Mollie had fully made up
+her mind to wear her yoke no longer, she did not
+know exactly by what means to become an emancipated
+creature. As she walked home with her
+hand in that of the fat gentleman who had treated
+her to the lecture, she reached the conclusion that
+no special instructions had been given because it
+was taken for granted that each woman's nobler
+instincts would guide her. She entered the gate a
+champion of freedom, a believer in the equality of
+the sexes&mdash;a girl bound to be a boy, and trusting
+to her nobler instincts to teach her how.</p>
+<p>
+No trembling and glancing back over her shoulder
+for goblins and burglars to-night as she put
+the key into the door! No scared chattering of
+teeth in the dark hall! No skipping three steps at
+a time up the stairs pursued by imaginary hands
+that would grip at her ankles! She faced the
+darkness with wide-open eyes, instead of feeling
+her way with lids squeezed down as had been her
+custom; and when eyes seemed to look back at
+her from the darkness, her boyhood laughed at
+her girlhood, and she did not quicken her pace.
+But&mdash;Mollie was glad to step into the room where
+the light burned. Her mother had gone to bed
+early with one of her tired-out headaches, and she
+only half woke to see that her little girl was safely
+in. Mollie kissed her softly (for boys may kiss
+their mothers softly) and took the lamp into the
+little room beyond, where she always slept.</p>
+<p>
+The first thing that she did was to look in the
+glass. What a girlish little face it was! How
+foolishly its dimples came and went with its smiles!
+In what an effeminate manner the hair crinkled
+above it, and then went rambling off into half a
+yard of stylish disorder! Mollie lifted the hair in<a name="page8" id="page8"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;8]</span>
+her hand and surveyed it thoughtfully. Then she
+took a thoughtful survey of the scissors in her
+work-basket. Then she reached them. She allowed
+herself a moment of conscientious reflection;
+then the boy's naughty spirit crept down through
+her fingers and set the scissors flying, and the deed
+was done.</p>
+<p>
+It was not easy to satisfy her mother's amazement
+and vexation in the morning; but Mollie
+stumbled through it and went to school. There
+opportunities were few. She coaxed her teacher
+to let her study book-keeping, and took one disagreeable
+lesson in its first principles; but she
+accomplished nothing else that day except the putting
+of a general check upon weak-minded inclinations
+to be frolicsome.</p>
+<p>
+But that evening there was a fair sky, one of the
+soft, deep skies that make imaginative little girls'
+brains dizzy; and Mollie tramped down the gravel
+path to the gate and leaned over; then she soon
+nestled her head in her arms and looked up and
+lost herself. Boyhood was far from her dreamy
+fancies, when they were scattered by a tweak at
+one of her cropped locks.</p>
+<p>
+"What does this mean?" asked the voice of the
+neighbor over the fence. "How came it to be
+done without my leave?"</p>
+<p>
+"Don't I look manly, Mr. John?" said Mollie.</p>
+<p>
+"What does it mean?" said he, severely.</p>
+<p>
+"That would be telling," said Mollie.</p>
+<p>
+"I intend that you shall tell me," said he.</p>
+<p>
+"Oh, it's a secret!" said Mollie.</p>
+<p>
+"All the better; we'll keep it together. Tell it."</p>
+<p>
+He was a grown-up man, nearer thirty than
+twenty years old, who stooped to take an interest
+in his neighbor's little girl, and flattered himself
+that he was bringing her up in the way she should
+go. It amused him in his leisure moments to try
+the experiment of rearing a girl to be as unlike as
+possible the girl of the period.</p>
+<p>
+From mere force of habit, Mollie opened her
+mouth and poured out her heart to him. He
+seemed quite impressed by the solemn confession.
+Mollie studied his face closely while she was speaking,
+and saw nothing but a grave and earnest interest
+in her project. She could not see deep
+enough to discover the indignation that was fuming
+over the loss of her pretty locks, and the purpose
+that was brewing to cure her of her folly.</p>
+<p>
+"Don't have any half-way work about it, Mollie,"
+said Mr. John. "Do the thing thoroughly, if you
+undertake it." "Oh yes, indeed!" said Mollie.</p>
+<p>
+"If you should need an occasional reminder, I
+will try and help you," said he; "for of course
+it wont do to be off guard at all. But now get
+your hat, and we'll go for some ice-cream. I
+know you need cooling off this warm evening."</p>
+<p>
+Mollie skipped about to run toward the house.</p>
+<p>
+"Be careful of your steps," he called; and she
+tramped as boyishly as she could.</p>
+<p>
+"No, don't take hold of my hand," as she came
+back and slipped her fingers in his. "Put your
+hands in your pockets."</p>
+<p>
+"I've only one pocket," she answered meekly,
+putting her right hand in it.</p>
+<p>
+"Difficulties at once, aren't there?" said Mr.
+John. "Your clothes want reforming, you see.
+You'll have to put on Bloomers."</p>
+<p>
+"Oh!" said Mollie.</p>
+<p>
+"I'm afraid you're not very much in earnest,"
+he said. "You surely are not frightened by a
+trifle like that?" Mollie looked up imploringly.</p>
+<p>
+"Must I?" she asked.</p>
+<p>
+"Well," he answered, her earnestness making
+him fear that she would actually appear publicly in
+masculine array, "I don't know that it is necessary
+at present. A few days wont matter; and, after a
+while, it will seem to you the natural way to dress."</p>
+<p>
+He was so faithful that evening in reminding her
+of her short-comings that their <i>t�te-�-t�te</i> over the
+little table in the ice-cream saloon, which usually
+was so cosey and delightful, was quite spoiled. She
+went to sleep regretting that she had taken Mr.
+John into her confidence and made it necessary for
+him to treat her as a boy.</p>
+<p>
+She did not see him again for several days: and
+meanwhile she had taken her lessons in book-keeping,
+practiced the writing hours on heavy masculine
+strokes, learned to walk without dancing
+little whirligigs on her tiptoes every other minute,
+and made some progress in the art of whistling.
+She felt that she had done much to earn his commendation,
+and was anxious for a meeting.</p>
+<p>
+On the way home from school, one afternoon,
+she saw his sister's baby at the window&mdash;the roundest,
+fattest, whitest and sweetest of all the babies
+that had taken up an abode in Mollie's heart, where
+babies innumerable were enshrined. There it was,
+being danced in somebody's hands before the window,
+and reaching out its ten dear little fingers to
+beckon her in.</p>
+<p>
+She was quickly in, regardless of her gait. In a
+moment from the time the tempting vision appeared
+she was cuddling it in her arms, glibly talking
+the nonsense that it loved to hear, and kissing
+and petting it to her heart's content. She was so
+absorbed that she did not hear Mr. John come in;
+and he was close by her when she looked up and
+saw his face&mdash;not the genial, welcoming look she
+had been in the habit of meeting since he became
+her friend, but one of grave disapproval.</p>
+<p>
+"I am ashamed of you, Mollie," he said. "Boys
+of your age don't pet babies in that way."</p>
+<p>
+Mollie dropped it&mdash;she hardly knew whether on<a name="page9" id="page9"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;9]</span>
+the floor or the stove&mdash;and flew. When she got
+home, she ran into the little back room that used
+to be her play-room. She was all ready for a good
+cry, and she closed the door. Then she thought,
+what if Mr. John were to see her crying like a girl-baby!&mdash;and
+she marched to the window, and
+through the dimness in her eyes tried to see something
+cheering. Her nature was very social, and
+her need of companionship great at that moment;
+so she turned to the friend who had been brother,
+sister and child to her through most of her little
+girlhood&mdash;her big doll Helena, who sat in a chair
+in the corner beholding her agitation with fixed,
+compassionless gaze.</p>
+<p>
+"Come here, you dear," said Mollie, folding her
+tenderly in her arms and finding comfort in the
+contact of her cold china cheek. She had loved
+her so long that she had given her a soul; and to
+Mollie's heart the doll was as fit for loving as if she
+had had breath and speech. She did not play with
+her any longer, but Helena was still her dear old
+friend&mdash;an almost human confidant and crony.</p>
+<p>
+As she held her closely, suddenly she thought of
+Mr. John. If he had objected to the petting of
+babies, what would he say to dolls? She gave her
+a frantic kiss, put her away, and turned her back
+on her to reflect; for she did not mean to shirk the
+most disagreeable reflections in the new line of duty
+she had chosen to follow.</p>
+<p>
+If it had really been a human friend whose destinies
+Mollie considered, she could not have been
+more serious; and if it had been a human friend
+whom she at last decided must be put far from her,
+she could hardly have suffered severer heart-pangs.
+But she would have no compromising with inclination
+in this matter. She would be brave and strong,
+as it became her mother's son to be. So to the
+lowest depths of the deepest trunk in the garret
+she mentally consigned Helena. There, beyond
+the reach of her loving eyes and arms, she should
+lie in banishment until her heart became callous.</p>
+<p>
+But there was something so repulsive in the idea
+of smothering human Helena under layers of old
+garments, that Mollie finally thought of a better
+way. Helena should no longer be Helena, dear to
+her heart in all her little feminine adornings and
+her sympathetic, tender traits of character. She
+should undergo a change; a radical reform. She,
+too, should become a boy, and her name should
+be Thomas. Thenceforth Mollie spent her leisure
+moments in manufacturing garments suitable for
+the change; and at last she saw a boy-doll, in
+roundabout and pantaloons, occupying the chair
+where Helena had so long sat in dainty dresses.
+The sight was a perpetual offense to her eyes; but
+she bore it bravely, keeping in store for herself a
+reward of merit in Mr. John's approval. She did
+not fail to mention to him Helena's reform the
+next time they met, which was one morning before
+breakfast. She was sweeping the front steps when
+he came and leaned over the fence and called her.</p>
+<p>
+She shouldered the broom, as she had seen men
+shoulder implements of labor,&mdash;hoes, rakes, etc.,&mdash;and
+tramped toward him. Mr. John watched her,
+with an expression of disgust under his mustache.</p>
+<p>
+"Well, Bob," he said, "I'm glad to see you out
+so early. Form good habits before you're grown,
+and when you come to manhood you'll make money
+by it. Where are your Bloomers to-day? It isn't
+possible your mind's not made up to them yet?"</p>
+<p>
+There was something in Mr. John's tone and
+manner which did not seem quite courteous to
+Mollie; but she had hardly hung her head when
+he began to talk in his old half-fatherly, half-brotherly
+fashion; and then, in the lively conversation,
+she found a chance to introduce Thomas.
+Mr. John gave her a long, solemn, searching look.</p>
+<p>
+"Mollie," he said, "I am very much afraid you
+will never succeed as a boy. It seems to me that
+even an ordinarily masculine girl of your age would
+have been clear-headed enough to see the absurdity
+of your little farce. It is nothing but a farce, mere
+babyishness. You have been playing with yourself
+and with your doll. No boy could have done it."</p>
+<p>
+There was a short pause; then Mollie's voice
+piped out into a humble question as to what course
+a boy would have pursued in the matter.</p>
+<p>
+"Why, that is clear enough," said Mr. John.
+"If you want to do what a boy would do, dispose
+of the doll on the shortest notice. Get it out of
+your sight and mind as soon as possible, and then
+never give it any more thought than you'd give
+the rattle you used to shake when you were a baby,
+or the rubber ring you cut your teeth on."</p>
+<p>
+Could he be made to understand the immense
+difference between Helena and other toys? Could
+any words explain to him about the soul that had
+grown out of Mollie's love into the cloth and sawdust
+body? Mollie looked up to catch a sympathetic
+expression that should help her to tell him;
+but she did not find it.</p>
+<p>
+"You don't understand," she said desperately.</p>
+<p>
+"No?" said he.</p>
+<p>
+"Mr. John," said Mollie, not looking him in the
+eye, "when you have a doll as long as I have had
+Helena, it is only natural that she should seem to
+you like a live person. If I didn't play with her at
+all, she'd seem real to me, and I shouldn't like to
+have her go away any more than I would mother."</p>
+<p>
+"Which tells the secret that you have some sort
+of human fondness for the lifeless bundle of rags,"
+said Mr. John, "and proves what I feared, that you
+are a very weak-minded little girl, Mollie."</p>
+<p>
+"You wont believe in me at all," said Mollie.
+<a name="page10" id="page10"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;10]</span>
+"You wont think I am doing my best, and that I
+ever succeed. You are not like you used to be."</p>
+<p>
+"That naturally follows <i>your</i> being different,"
+said Mr. John. "Of course, we can't have the
+same feelings toward each other now as when
+you were contented to be a little girl and to let me
+treat you as one. I'm sorry you don't find me as
+agreeable as before, Mollie; but you must acknowledge
+that I am acting as a friend in doing all that I
+can to help you in your dear project."</p>
+<p>
+"It isn't dear!" burst forth Mollie, indignantly.
+"I hate it!&mdash;but I'll never give it up!"</p>
+<p>
+"Of course not," Mr. John said. "Then I presume
+you are all ready to part with Helena."</p>
+<p>
+"I'll go and get her," said Mollie.</p>
+<p>
+No one saw the parting in the play-room. It
+was quickly over, and she was back by the fence.</p>
+<p>
+"Give her to Bessie," said Mollie, putting Helena
+and her wardrobe into Mr. John's arms. Bessie
+was one of his many nieces.</p>
+<p>
+"To Bessie!" said he. "Where you can feel
+that she is away on a visit; where you know that
+she will be petted and cared for; where you can
+see her occasionally. If you are sincere in this
+matter, Mollie, send her off where you can no longer
+care to think of her. Our ash-man would be very
+glad to carry her home to his little girls."</p>
+<p>
+Mollie's hands made a wild dive toward Helena
+as a vision of the little grimy man who crept into
+their areas for ashes rose before her.</p>
+<p>
+"Decide now," said Mr. John. "Take your
+doll and be Mollie Kelly again, or be a boy and
+give her to the ash-man's children without a pang."</p>
+<p>
+Mollie hung her head. There was color coming
+and going in her cheeks, her fingers trembled,&mdash;how
+they longed to snatch Helena!&mdash;and her mind
+was full of indecision. Mr. John watched her
+closely, and he thought he saw the tide turning in
+favor of her girlhood. He held the doll nearer that
+it might tempt her fingers; but, on the instant, she
+turned and ran away. He tucked Helena under
+his coat and carried her upstairs and locked her in
+a drawer, there to abide until Mollie should want
+her again.</p>
+<p>
+That was a gloomy day to Mollie. She was out
+of humor with her boyhood. She was ashamed of
+herself one moment for bewailing Helena, and
+furious the next with Mr. John and the ash-man.
+She felt cross and discouraged, and was glad when
+the darkness came, and she could go to bed and
+sleep. But the next morning she was in no
+cheerier, braver frame of mind; and she walked
+home at noon, considering plain sewing <i>versus</i>
+book-keeping as a means of subsistence. Mr. John
+would have rejoiced if he could have seen his "little
+leaven" working.</p>
+<p>
+"The gutters on the roof are full of leaves,
+Mollie," said her mother as she came in. "Stop
+on your way back to school and send Michael to
+clean them out. I think we are going to have rain,
+and we don't want them washed into the pipes."</p>
+<p>
+"How much will he charge, mother?"</p>
+<p>
+"About fifty cents."</p>
+<p>
+"That fifty cents shall buy something for you,"
+said Mollie to herself. "The boy of the family
+shall clean the roof."</p>
+<p>
+There was just enough recklessness in her mood
+to make her rather enjoy than fear the prospect.
+She left her mother getting dinner, and took a
+broom and escaped up the garret stairs and through
+the scuttle. The roof did not slope steeply, and
+she let herself down with an easy slide to the rear
+eaves. She rested her feet on the edge of the
+house and swept as far as her arms would reach
+east and west. Then she shifted her position and
+swept again until the whole length was clean.</p>
+<p>
+She heard her mother calling her to dinner, but
+she had the front gutter yet to sweep, and, climbing
+up, went down on the other side. There was
+a thought which gave zest to her work on that
+side,&mdash;Mr. John would be coming home that way
+to dinner and would see her. Besides, other people
+would see her, and no passer-by should say that
+she did not do her work as thoroughly and fearlessly
+as any boy. She had taken for granted that Mr.
+John's eyes would be drawn upward; but when he
+had walked almost by, looking straight ahead, she
+sent him a shrill call. He looked at the windows,
+around the yard, and even as far up as the trees.</p>
+<p>
+"On the roof," screamed Mollie, and in her
+excitement she forgot her situation and lost her
+balance and slipped,&mdash;not far, but one foot went
+out beyond the eaves into the air. The other one
+rallied to the rescue, supported her whole weight,
+and helped her to regain her position. Danger was
+over in a moment, but it had been danger of death,
+and Mollie's heart beat wildly, and a faintness came
+over her. Still through it all she was able to see
+Mr. John's approving smile as he lifted his hat and
+waved it gayly in applause.</p>
+<p>
+"He wouldn't care if I had fallen and been killed,"
+thought Mollie, as she recovered herself. "All he
+wants is to have me succeed in being a horrid boy.
+I've a mind to give it up just to spite him."</p>
+<p>
+She could not know&mdash;so successfully had he concealed
+his agitation under that bland smile&mdash;how
+faint he, too, had been in the moment of her
+danger, nor how fast his heart was still beating as
+he walked on, nor what resolves he was forming to
+put a speedy end to her boyhood.</p>
+<p>
+He stopped on his way back from dinner to tell
+her that he had engaged to take a party of his
+nephews and nieces nutting that afternoon, and
+that he wanted her to come.</p>
+<p>
+<a name="page11" id="page11"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;11]</span>
+"It will be so nice to have a big boy on hand,
+Mollie," said Mr. John, "especially one that isn't
+afraid of heights. We may have some to climb."</p>
+<p>
+Not a word about her danger and his gladness
+for her safety, and she knew he had seen her narrow
+escape. But she felt so gay over memories of Mr.
+John's nutting parties, and the prospect of another,
+that she forgave him all, and prepared to be thoroughly
+happy that afternoon.</p>
+<p>
+School closed at three o'clock, and Mollie flew
+to Mr. John's yard, where they were all waiting.
+She came dancing by the gate, her cheeks rosy,
+her eyes shining,&mdash;just her old self, as she had
+been in the days when no boyhood loomed like an
+ugly shadow between her and Mr. John. He saw
+it all, and charged himself to be stony. So he
+gave no better response to her impulsive greeting
+than he would have given an ordinary boy. Her
+spirits fell a degree; but with those happy children
+bobbing around her, expecting her to be the happiest
+of all, they could do nothing but rise again.</p>
+<p>
+Mr. John did not offer to lift her over fences as
+he lifted the other girls; he even called on her to
+help the little ones over. He held back branches
+that came across other girls' paths; he let her clear
+her own way. He carried Kittie and Bessie, and
+Esther and Dora, over the brook; he let her splash
+across on the stones with the boys. He gallantly
+made cups and gave the other girls to drink; he
+suggested to Mollie that she should scoop the water
+up in her hand, as he was doing for his own use.</p>
+<p>
+She wished many a time before they came to the
+walnut-trees that she had staid at home. She
+wished her boyhood's days were over, or had never
+been. She couldn't bear Mr. John, and all the children
+noticed that she moped, and asked her why.</p>
+<p>
+Well, there were no nuts when they got there,
+Mr. John had known there wouldn't be. They
+should have come much earlier in the day to find
+these trees full, and the next trees were too far
+away. So they concluded to turn their nutting party
+into a picnic. They had a basket of provisions,
+and Mr. John sent the big boys into the
+next lot to get wood for a fire. Then came his
+grand opportunity for crushing Mollie. He
+called her, and she ran to him gladly, ready to
+take him back to her favor on his own terms.</p>
+<p>
+"Please, go and help the boys bring wood for
+our fire," he said. "They have all gone but you."</p>
+<p>
+She went, but not without giving him a look
+that actually made him blush for his rudeness.
+She went with the aspect of a tragedy queen, and
+by the time she overtook the boys she had calmly
+made up her mind to two
+things: never, never again to be friends with Mr.
+John, and to give up her boyhood just to spite him.
+But one more temptation still held her. There
+was a little cliff over in that next lot, stony and
+steep, and high enough to make a leap which it
+was some credit to a boy to achieve. The boys
+stood on the edge, measuring the distance with
+experienced eyes and preparing to go over.</p>
+<p>
+Now Mollie as a girl had always been a very
+good jumper, so she resolved at once to try the
+leap, and have the report of her valiant deed carried
+back to Mr. John. She joined the boys, and
+seeing that one after another went down safely,
+she soon asked for a turn. She was gravely remonstrated<a name="page12" id="page12"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;12]</span>
+with. She was overwhelmed with sage
+masculine advice, but she swept her way clear and
+jumped&mdash;with all the recklessness of her reckless
+mood. She knew well enough the backward inclination
+proper for her head, what the relative
+positions of her knees and chin should be, and if
+she had taken the least forethought might have
+redeemed the declining reputation of her boyhood.
+The knowledge flashed across her in her swift
+descent that her spine had not preserved the
+proper perpendicular, and that she was coming
+down wrong. Chin and knees knocked together
+as she fell in a heap on the grass below.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/0140-1-475.jpg" width="475" height="469" alt="MOLLIE IS CARED FOR BY THE BOYS." border="0" />
+<p class="center">MOLLIE IS CARED FOR BY THE BOYS.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p>
+It was a caving in of skull, she thought, that
+made that horrible crashing pain and that sent
+lightning dancing on a black background before
+her eyes, then blinded her quite. Nothing but a
+general chaos of skull and brain could make such
+terrible pain. She wondered if her friends would
+be able to recognize one dear lineament in the
+jumble of her features. She thought what a sad
+fate it was to die young. She wondered how Mr.
+John would feel now! and then she found that
+light dawned upon her and that she had an eye
+open. In a moment she discovered that the sense
+of hearing, too, had not abandoned her; for the
+boys had reached her by this time, and she heard
+Mr. John's nephew, John, saying:</p>
+<p>
+"She's knocked her teeth through her lip, that's
+all. I did it once when I jumped wrong and hit
+my chin on my knee. She'll soon be all right."</p>
+<p>
+Two eyes open now, and she saw a bloody frock,
+and what seemed an army of boys; for there was
+something still the matter with her vision which
+caused it to multiply.</p>
+<p>
+"Boys, boys, nothing but boys!" thought Mollie,
+dropping her lids. "Where did they all come
+from, I wonder? There must be a thousand. I
+never want to see another. I wouldn't be one for
+the world. I wish they'd go away."</p>
+<p>
+Then she felt some one bathing her face gently,
+and when the water had refreshed her, she ventured
+another peep at the world. Boys around
+her still; but she could see now that their number
+was only four, and the faces those of friends.</p>
+<p>
+"Cheer up, Mollie," said John, jr. "You got a
+hard knock, but you're coming on. Bob's gone for
+the phaeton, and we'll have you home in no time."</p>
+<p>
+They propped her up against a tree, and continued
+to bathe her head with water from Jerry's
+felt hat, filled at the little brook close by.</p>
+<p>
+All this while Mr. John had been accounting for
+their absence by supposing that Mollie was taking
+some sort of revenge on him, and he would permit
+none of the girls to go in search of the wanderers.
+Not until Bob and the phaeton appeared did news
+of Mollie's valiant deed reach him. Then he went
+to her at once, and saw her pale and bloody.</p>
+<p>
+But to display weakness now might be to lose all,
+reflected Mr. John; so he kept back the words of
+sympathy that were on his lips as he leaned down
+and offered to carry her to the phaeton.</p>
+<p>
+"I prefer to walk, thank you," said Mollie, her
+pride giving her strength to rise and take the arm
+which John, jr., stood ready to offer. However,
+Mr. John forcibly made an exchange, and, in spite
+of Mollie, half led and half carried her to the road.</p>
+<p>
+"Don't be discouraged, Mollie," he said as he
+put her in, while Bob was busy at the halter.
+"The next time you'll jump like a man."</p>
+<p>
+"That nonsense is all over, thank you," said
+Mollie, very loftily, though not very clearly, because
+of her swollen lips. "Think what you please of
+me," she mumbled. "It is all ended; and it might
+have ended sooner, too, if I'd taken better advice."</p>
+<p>
+"With better advice it never would have ended,
+you contrary little minx," said Mr. John to himself
+as she drove away.</p>
+<p>
+The doctor came and Mollie was ordered to bed;
+but even his opiate did not make her sleep. It was
+soothing, indeed, to lie there in the twilight with
+her hand in her mother's, and feel that she was her
+little girl entirely, no more to be her boy while life
+should last. And pleasant visions of a Gothic
+school-house, where she should some day be mistress
+of sweet, rosy-cheeked children, rose gracefully
+on the ruins of her manly aspirations.</p>
+<p>
+By and by the bell rang, and her mother brought
+a lamp, and a package which Mollie sat up and
+opened. There, with a note pinned on the left leg
+of her trousers and a box of Mollie's best-beloved
+candies clasped on her jacket, lay Helena.</p>
+<p>
+"I have never been to the ash-man's house,
+Mother Mollie," said the note. "I have been
+visiting Mr. John's cuffs and collars in the bureau-drawer.
+I want my girls' clothes on to-morrow. I
+claim it as my right. We all have our rights.
+Put me in dresses and take me home to the play-room.
+You have your rights too, and I wouldn't
+let any one tell me that I hadn't a right to be a
+girl. It is my opinion that if you had been meant
+for a boy you would have been made one. Come,
+mother, cuddle me up, and let's go to sleep and
+have sweet dreams, and a blithe waking to girlhood
+in the morning, when we will make up with Mr.
+John; for he sends these chocolate-creams to let
+you know that he is sorry."</p>
+<p>
+"So we will, dear," said Mollie, tucking Helena's
+head under her chin. "You were always wiser
+than your mother, child."</p>
+
+<br /><br /><hr class="short" /><br /><br /><br />
+<a name="page13" id="page13"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;13]</span>
+
+<h2>THE LARGEST VOLCANO IN THE WORLD</h2>
+<h4><span class="sc">By Sarah Coan</span>.</h4>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<a href="images/0142-1.jpg"><img src="images/0142-1-520.jpg" width="520" height="470" alt="THE LAKE OF FIRE." border="0" /></a>
+<p class="center">THE LAKE OF FIRE.</p>
+</div>
+
+
+<blockquote class="comment"><p>
+"Why, it isn't on the top of a mountain at all!
+What a humbug my geography must have been!"</p></blockquote>
+<p>
+So wrote a little fellow to a young friend in
+America.</p>
+<p>
+He was right. It isn't on the top of a mountain,
+though the geographies do say, "A volcano is a
+mountain sending forth fire, smoke and lava," and
+give the picture of a mountain smoking at the top.</p>
+<p>
+This volcano is nothing of the kind; but is a
+hideous, yawning black pit at the bottom of a
+mountain, and big enough to stow away a large city.</p>
+<p>
+Of course you want to know, first, where this
+wonder is. Get out the map of the Western
+Hemisphere, put your finger on any of the lines
+running north and south, through North America,
+and called meridians; follow it south until you
+come to the Tropic of Cancer, running east and
+west; then "left-about-face!" and, following the
+tropic, sail out into the calm Pacific. After a
+voyage of about two thousand miles, you'll run
+ashore on one of a group of islands marked Sandwich.
+We will call them Hawaiian, for that is
+their true name. Not one of the brown, native
+inhabitants would call them "Sandwich." An
+English sailor gave them that name, out of compliment
+to a certain Lord Sandwich.</p>
+<p>
+On the largest of these islands, Hawaii&mdash;pronounced
+"Ha-y-e"&mdash;is the volcano, Kilauea, the
+largest volcano in the world.</p>
+<p>
+We have seen it a great many times, and that
+you may see it as clearly as possible, you shall
+have a letter from the very spot. The letter reads:</p>
+<a name="page14" id="page14"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;14]</span>
+<blockquote class="comment"><p>
+"Here we are, a large party of us, looking into
+Kilauea, which is nine miles in circumference, and
+a thousand feet below us&mdash;a pit about seven times
+as deep as Niagara Falls are high. We came to-day,
+on horseback, from Hilo, a ride of thirty miles.
+Hilo is a beautiful sea-shore village, the largest
+on the island of Hawaii, and from it all visitors to
+Kilauea make their start.</p>
+<p>
+"The road over which we came is nothing but a
+bridle-path, and a very rough one at that, traversing
+miles and miles of old lava flows. We had
+almost ridden to the crater's brink before we discovered,
+in the dim twilight, the awful abyss.</p>
+<p>
+"Before us is the immense pit which, in the
+day-time, shows only a floor of black lava, looking
+as smooth as satin; and, miles away, rising out of
+this floor, are a few slender columns of smoke.</p>
+<p>
+"At night, everything is changed; and you
+can't conceive of the lurid, demoniacal effect.
+Each slender column of smoke becomes a pillar of
+fire that rolls upward, throbbing as it moves, and
+spreads itself out above the crater like an immense
+canopy, all ablaze.</p>
+<p>
+"Ships a hundred miles from land see the
+glow, and we here, on the precipice above, can
+read ordinary print by its lurid light.</p>
+<p>
+"No wonder the natives worshiped the volcano.
+They thought it the home of a goddess,
+whom they named P�l�, and in times of unusual
+activity believed her to be very angry with them.
+Then they came in long processions, from the seashore
+villages, bringing pigs, dogs, fowls, and sometimes
+human beings, for sacrifice. These they threw
+into the crater, to appease her wrath.</p>
+<p>
+"A small berry, called the oh�lo, grows on the
+banks of the pit, and of these the natives never
+dared to eat until P�l� had first had her share.
+Very polite, were they not? And if ever they forgot
+their manners, I dare say she gave them a
+shaking up by an earthquake, as a reminder.</p>
+<p>
+"Sandal-wood and strawberries grow all about
+here&mdash;and fleas, too! wicked fleas, that bite voraciously,
+to keep themselves warm, I think, for here,
+so far from P�l�'s hearth, it is cold, and we sit by
+a log fire of our own.</p>
+<p>
+"The day after our arrival we went into the
+crater, starting immediately after an early breakfast.
+There is but one entrance, a narrow ledge,
+formed by the gradual crumbling and falling in of
+the precipice. Along this ledge we slipped and
+scrambled, making the descent on foot&mdash;for no ridden
+animal has ever been able to descend the trail.
+Holding on to bushes and snags when the path
+was dangerously steep, we finally landed below on
+the black satin floor of lava.</p>
+<p>
+"Satin! What had looked so smooth and tempting
+from a thousand feet above, turned out to be a
+surface more troubled and uneven than the ocean
+in the most violent storm. And that tiny thread
+of smoke, toward which our faces were set, lay
+three miles distant&mdash;three miles that were worse
+than nine on an ordinary road.</p>
+<p>
+"How we worked that passage! up hill and down
+hill, over hard pointed lava that cut through our
+shoes like knife blades; over light, crumbled lava
+into which we sank up to our knees; over hills of
+lava that were, themselves, covered with smaller
+hills; into ravines and over steam-cracks, some of
+which we could jump with the aid of our long
+poles, and some of which we had to find our way
+around; steam-cracks whose depths we could not
+see, and into which we thrust our walking-sticks,
+drawing them out charred black or aflame; over
+lava so hot that we ran as rapidly and lightly as
+possible, to prevent our shoes being scorched.
+Three hours of this kind of work for the three
+miles, and <i>Hale-mau-mau</i>, or 'House of Everlasting
+Fire,' lay spitting and moaning at our feet!</p>
+<p>
+"A lake of boiling lava is what the column of
+smoke marked out to us,&mdash;a pit within a pit,&mdash;a
+lake of raging lava fifty feet below us, of which you
+have here the picture taken 'from life.'</p>
+<p>
+"It was so hot and suffocating on the brink of this
+lake that we cut eye-holes in our pocket-handkerchiefs
+and wore them as masks. Even then we had
+to run back every few moments for a breath of
+fresher air, though we were on the windward side
+of the lake. The gases on the leeward side would
+suffocate one instantly. Oh, the glory! This
+Hale-mau-mau, whose fire never goes out, is a
+huge lake of liquid lava, heaving with groans and
+thunderings that cannot be described. Around its
+edge, as you see in the picture, the red lava was
+spouting furiously. Now and then the center of
+the lake cooled over, forming a thin crust of black
+lava, which, suddenly cracking in a hundred directions,
+let the blood-red fluid ooze up through the
+seams, looking like fiery snakes.</p>
+<p>
+"Look at the picture, and imagine these enormous
+slabs of cooled lava slowly rising themselves on
+end, as if alive, and with a stately motion plunging
+beneath the sea of fire, with an indescribable roar.</p>
+<p>
+"For three hours we gazed, spell-bound, though
+it seemed but a few moments: we were chained to
+the spot, as is every one else who visits Kilauea.</p>
+<p>
+"The wind, as the jets rose in air, spun the
+molten drops of lava into fine threads, which the
+natives call P�l�'s hair, and very like hair it is.</p>
+<p>
+"All this time, under our feet were rumblings
+and explosions that made us start and run now
+and then, for fear of being blown up; coming back
+again after each fright, unwilling to leave the spot.</p>
+<p>
+"Occasionally, the embankment of the lake
+cracked off and fell in, being immediately devoured<a name="page15" id="page15"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;15]</span>
+by the hungry flood. These ledges around Hale-mau-mau
+are very dangerous to stand upon. A
+whole family came near losing their lives on one.
+A loud report beneath their feet and a sudden
+trembling of the crust made them run for life; and
+hardly had they jumped the fissure that separated
+the ledge on which they were standing from more
+solid footing&mdash;separated life from death&mdash;than crash
+went the ledge into the boiling lake!</p>
+<p>
+"Sometimes the lake boils over, like a pot of
+molasses, and then you can dip up the liquid lava
+with a long pole. You get quite a lump of it, and
+by quickly rolling it on the ground mold a cylinder
+the size of the end of the pole, and about six
+inches long. Or you can drop a coin into the lava
+to be imprisoned as it cools.</p>
+<p>
+"A foreigner once imbedded a silver dollar in
+the hot lava, and gave the specimen to a native;
+but he immediately threw it on the ground, breaking
+the lava, of course, and liberating the dollar,
+which he pocketed, exclaiming: 'Volcano plenty
+enough, but me not get dollar every day.'</p>
+<p>
+"One of our party collected lava specimens from
+around Hale-mau-mau, and tied them up in her
+pocket-handkerchief. Imagine her astonishment
+on finding, later, they had burned through the
+linen, and one by one dropped out.</p>
+<p>
+"Terrible as old P�l� is, she makes herself useful,
+and is an excellent cook. She keeps a great
+many ovens heated for the use of her guests, and
+no two at the same temperature, so that you may
+select one of any heat you wish. In these ovens
+(steam-cracks) she boils tea, coffee and eggs; or
+cooks omelets and meats. You wrap the beef or
+chicken, or whatever meat you may wish to cook,
+in leaves, and lay it in the steam-crack. Soon it is
+thoroughly cooked, and deliciously, too.</p>
+<p>
+"She also keeps a tub of warm water always
+ready for bathers.</p>
+<p>
+"She doesn't mean to be laughed at, though,
+for doing this kind of work, and doing it in an
+original kind of way. After she has given you one
+or two sound shakings, which she generally does,
+you'll have great respect for the old lady, and feel
+quite like taking off your hat to her. With the
+shakings and the thunderings under-foot, and
+now and then the opening of a long steam-crack,
+she keeps her visitors quite in awe of her powers,
+though she is probably several hundred years old.</p>
+<p>
+"Not far from the little hut where we sleep, close
+to the precipice, is P�l�'s great laboratory, where
+she makes sulphur. We wear our straw hats to the
+sulphur banks, and she bleaches them for us.</p>
+<p>
+"Well, this is a strange, strange land, old P�l�
+being only one of its many curiosities.</p>
+<p>
+"I only hope you may all see the active old goddess
+before she dies. She hasn't finished her
+work yet. Once in a while she runs down to the
+shore, to bathe and look at the Pacific Ocean, and
+when there she generally gives a new cape to
+Hawaii by running out into the sea."</p></blockquote>
+<p>
+Majestic old P�l�! Long may she live!</p>
+
+<br /><br /><hr class="short" /><br /><br /><br />
+<a name="skip" id="skip"></a>
+<h2>MAKING IT SKIP.</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/0144-1-600.jpg" width="600" height="177" alt="MAKING IT SKIP." border="0" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+<div class="stanza">
+      <p class="i6">"I'll make it skip!"</p>
+<p>Cried Charley, seizing a bit of stone.</p>
+  <p class="i2">And, in a trice, from our Charley's hand,</p>
+        <p class="i8">With scarce a dip,</p>
+<p>Over the water it danced alone,</p>
+  <p class="i2">While we were watching it from the land&mdash;</p>
+        <p class="i8">Skip! skip! skip!</p></div>
+<div class="stanza">
+      <p class="i6">"I'll make it skip!"</p>
+<p>Now, somehow, that is our Charley's way:</p>
+  <p class="i2">He takes little troubles that vex one so,</p>
+        <p class="i8">Not worth a flip,</p>
+<p>And makes them seem to frolic and play</p>
+  <p class="i2">Just by his way of making them go</p>
+        <p class="i8">Skip! skip! skip!</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<br /><br /><hr class="short" /><br /><br /><br />
+<a name="page16" id="page16"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;16]</span>
+
+<h2>THE WILLOW WAND.</h2>
+<h4>BY A. E. W.</h4>
+
+<table width="100%" align="center" border="0" summary="poem">
+<tr>
+   <td class="poem">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>I have a little brother,</p>
+  <p class="i2">And his name is Little Lewy;</p>
+<p>His starry eyes are bright as flowers</p>
+  <p class="i2">And they are twice as dewy.</p>
+<p>Sometimes the dew o'erflows them,</p>
+  <p class="i2">And trickles down his cheeks;</p>
+<p>And then he cries so hard, you'd think</p>
+  <p class="i2">He wouldn't stop for weeks.</p>
+<p>Then my other little brother,</p>
+  <p class="i2">A bough of willow bringing,</p>
+<p>Drives all the dew-drops far away,</p>
+  <p class="i2">By waving it and singing:</p></div></div>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>"One, two, free, fo', five, six, <i>seven</i> tears!</p>
+<p>You'll be as old as farver in forty sousand years.</p>
+<p>Drate big men don't have tears, so let me wipe 'em dry;</p>
+<p>In forty sousand years from now you'll never, never cry."</p></div></div>
+</td>
+<td>
+<a href="images/024a.jpg"><img src="images/024a-200.jpg" width="200" height="303" alt="LITTLE LEWY" border="0" style="float: right;" /></a><br />
+</td>
+<td width="10%">&nbsp;</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<table width="100%" align="center" border="0" summary="poem">
+<tr>
+<td width="10%">&nbsp;</td>
+       <td>
+<a href="images/024b.jpg"><img src="images/024b-200.jpg" width="200" height="347" alt="LITTLE BERT" border="0" style="float: left;" /></a>
+</td>
+   <td class="poem">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>This other little brother,</p>
+  <p class="i2">Whose name is Little Bert,</p>
+<p>Frowns in a dreadful manner</p>
+  <p class="i2">Whenever he is hurt;</p>
+<p>The wrinkles right above his nose</p>
+  <p class="i2">Look like the letter M,</p>
+<p>He keeps them there so long, he must</p>
+  <p class="i2">Be very fond of them.</p>
+<p>Then my little brother Lewy,</p>
+  <p class="i2">The branch of willow bringing,</p>
+<p>Sends all the naughty frowns away,</p>
+  <p class="i2">By waving it and singing:</p>
+  </div>
+  </div>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>"A, B, C, D, E, F, G;</p>
+<p>How many wrinkles are there? One, two, three!</p>
+<p>We'll send them all off quickly, or they'll climb up to your hair,</p>
+<p>And then to-morrow morning you'll have lots of tangles there."</p></div></div>
+
+	   </td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+<a name="page17" id="page17"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;17]</span>
+<table width="100%" align="center" border="0" summary="poem">
+<tr>
+   <td class="poem">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>Sometimes our little Lewy</p>
+  <p class="i2">Loses all his pretty smiles;</p>
+<p>He says they're very far away;</p>
+  <p class="i2">At least a hundred miles.</p>
+<p>He looks as sober as a judge,</p>
+  <p class="i2">As stately as a king,</p>
+<p>As solemn as a parson and</p>
+  <p class="i2">As still as anything.</p>
+<p>And then our little Bertie,</p>
+  <p class="i2">The witching willow bringing,</p>
+<p>Sends all the smiles safe home again,</p>
+  <p class="i2">By waving it and singing:</p>
+  </div>
+  </div>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>"I want to buy a smile, sir, if you have some about;</p>
+<p>I'll draw this leaf across your lips, and that will bring them out.</p>
+<p>And if you cannot spare me one, just let me take a half.</p>
+<p>Oh, here they come and there they come, and now we'll have a laugh."</p></div></div>
+</td>
+<td>
+
+<a href="images/024c.jpg"><img src="images/024c-200.jpg" width="200" height="317" alt="LEWY" border="0" /></a><br /><br />
+
+</td>
+<td width="10%">&nbsp;</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<table width="100%" align="center" border="0" summary="poem">
+<tr>
+<td width="10%">&nbsp;</td>
+       <td>
+
+<a href="images/025a.jpg"><img src="images/025a-200.jpg" width="200" height="307" alt="BERTIE" border="0" /></a><br /><br />
+
+</td>
+   <td class="poem">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>On every "morrow morning,"</p>
+  <p class="i2">This funny little Bertie</p>
+<p>Doesn't want to have his face washed</p>
+  <p class="i2">Because it don't feel dirty;</p>
+<p>He runs half-dressed 'way out-of-doors,</p>
+  <p class="i2">Safe hidden from our view;</p>
+<p>We search and call, hunt up and down,</p>
+  <p class="i2">And don't know what to do,</p>
+<p>Until we see our little Lu</p>
+  <p class="i2">The wand of willow bringing,</p>
+<p>And leading Bertie back to us,</p>
+  <p class="i2">While all the time he's singing:</p></div></div>
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>"Do, re, mi, fa, sol, la, si.</p>
+<p>You look like a very small heathen Chinee.</p>
+<p>Get the sleep all washed off and hang it up to dry,</p>
+<p>And then you'll look as fresh as if you'd just come from the sky."</p></div></div>
+
+
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<table width="100%" align="center" border="0" summary="poem">
+<tr>
+       <td class="poem">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>When all the stars are shining,</p>
+  <p class="i2">Each little sleepy-head</p>
+<p>Is lying in a funny bunch</p>
+  <p class="i2">Within the little bed.</p>
+<p>Their eyes are so wide open,</p>
+  <p class="i2">They stay awake so long,</p>
+<p>They're calling me to tell to them</p>
+  <p class="i2">A story or a song.</p>
+<p>So up the stairs again I come,</p>
+  <p class="i2">The magic willow bringing,</p>
+<p>And wave it here and wave it there,</p>
+  <p class="i2">While o'er and o'er I'm singing:</p></div>
+<div class="stanza">
+    <p class="i4">"Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep;</p>
+<p>Sailing away on the dreamy deep;</p>
+<p>Sister to watch you and angels to keep;</p>
+<p>Sailing away and away and away,</p>
+    <p class="i4">Away on the d-r-e-a-m-y deep;</p>
+    <p class="i4">Sleep, sleep, s-l-e-e-p, sleep."</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+  </td>
+  <td>
+
+<a href="images/025b.jpg"><img src="images/025b-250.jpg" width="250" height="314" alt="SISTER TO WATCH YOU AND ANGELS TO KEEP" border="0" /></a><br /><br />
+
+ </td>
+ <td width="10%">&nbsp;</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<br /><br /><hr class="short" /><br /><br /><br />
+<a name="page18" id="page18"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;18]</span>
+
+<h2>THE STORY THAT WOULDN'T BE TOLD.</h2>
+<h4><span class="sc">By Louise Stockton</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+"Do tell me one more story; just <i>one</i> more!"
+said the little boy.</p>
+<p>
+It certainly was getting late. The fire lighted
+the room, the shadows danced in the corners.
+Down in the kitchen they were hurrying with the
+dinner, and in a moment nurse would come in to
+take the boy to bed. But all this made him want
+to stay. He was very comfortable in his mamma's
+lap, and he was in no haste to go upstairs to Maggie
+and the nursery.</p>
+<p>
+Then his mamma kissed him right on the tip of
+his little nose, and she said:</p>
+<p>
+"But you must go to bed sometime."</p>
+<p>
+"Please, mamma dear," he said, pushing his
+curly head almost under her arm, "just one little
+story."</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/026-500.jpg" width="500" height="430" alt="A SCENE IN THE STORY THAT WOULDN'T BE TOLD." border="0" />
+<p class="center">A SCENE IN THE STORY THAT WOULDN'T BE TOLD.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p>
+"Just one! You can choose it, but mind, a little
+one!"</p>
+<p>
+"You know what one I want. Of course about
+the giant Tancankeroareous, and how he stole the
+slipper of the princess for a snuff-box, and how the
+Prince Limberlocks climbed up a cherry-tree into
+the giant's room. That is the story <i>I</i> like!"</p>
+<p>
+"And it must be the 'amen story' to-night.
+Well: Once upon a time the Princess Thistleblossom
+stood on one foot, while&mdash;"</p>
+<p>
+"No, no," interrupted The Story, "you need
+not tell <i>me</i>! Tell some other story. I am tired
+of being said over and over. Every night, as soon
+as your bed-time comes, and you are so sleepy that
+you don't want to go to bed, you ask for me, and I
+have to be told. I am sick of it, and I want to
+rest."</p>
+<p>
+"But I want you," said the boy. "I like you
+best of all my stories. I like that part where the
+giant comes in and calls out 'PORTER!' in such a
+loud voice that the gate shakes all the bolts loose."</p>
+<p>
+"I suppose you do like it," said The Story;
+"anybody would. I am a very good story, and very
+fit to be told last, although I cannot see why that
+is any reason for calling me the 'amen story.' That
+is foolish, <i>I</i> think! But at any rate, that is no<a name="page19" id="page19"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;19]</span>
+reason for telling me <i>every</i> night. Let your
+mamma tell you Cock Robin, or Jack the Giant-Killer.
+They are plenty good enough."</p>
+<p>
+"I don't want them," said the little boy, beginning
+to cry; "I want <i>you!</i> I wont go to sleep all
+night if mamma don't tell you."</p>
+<p>
+"<i>I</i> don't care!" replied The Story; "you
+needn't cry for me. I've made up my mind. You
+wont hear me to-night. That as as sure as your
+name is Paul."</p>
+<p>
+And it was just as The Story said. There was
+no use in the boy's crying, for off went The Story,
+and it was <i>not</i> told that night; but it is my private
+opinion that the boy did go to sleep after all.</p>
+
+
+<br /><br /><hr class="short" /><br /><br /><br />
+
+<a name="polly" id="polly"></a>
+
+<h2>POLLY: A BEFORE-CHRISTMAS STORY.</h2>
+<h4><span class="sc">By Hope Ledyard</span>.</h4>
+<div class="figleft2">
+<a href="images/027.jpg">
+<img src="images/027-195-01.jpg" class="bell" border="0" alt="SANTA CLAUS" />
+<img src="images/027-195-02.jpg" class="bell" border="0" alt="" />
+<img src="images/027-195-03.jpg" class="bell" border="0" alt="" />
+<img src="images/027-195-04.jpg" class="bell" border="0" alt="" />
+<img src="images/027-195-05.jpg" class="bell" border="0" alt="" />
+<img src="images/027-195-06.jpg" class="bell" border="0" alt="" />
+<img src="images/027-195-07.jpg" class="bell" border="0" alt="" />
+<img src="images/027-195-08.jpg" class="bell" border="0" alt="" />
+<img src="images/027-195-09.jpg" class="bell" border="0" alt="" />
+<img src="images/027-195-10.jpg" class="bell" border="0" alt="" />
+</a>
+<br />
+<p>
+ANTA CLAUS!" exclaimed Ned, half mockingly.</p>
+<p>
+"Yes," insisted Mamie, "what's he going to bring you, Ned?"</p>
+<p>
+"I don't know, and I don't care much," he answered,
+"for there isn't any Santa Claus."</p>
+<p>
+"Why, Ned!" cried Mamie, in astonishment.
+"Even my big brother Harry believes in
+Santa Claus. He's coming home from
+school to-night, and we're going to hang
+up our stockings."</p>
+<p>
+"Pshaw!" said Ned, "I must go home. Good-bye."</p>
+<p>
+Merry little Mamie stood in amazement,
+and then ran in-doors to her mother with her perplexity.</p>
+<p>
+"Why, mother!" she cried, "Ned Huntley said
+there wasn't any Santa Claus&mdash;and he was real
+cross about it, too."</p>
+<p>
+"Well, Mamie," said her mother, "I wouldn't
+take any notice of Ned's being cross about Christmas-time.
+The Huntleys don't keep Christmas."</p>
+<p>
+"Don't keep Christmas!" exclaimed Mamie,
+astonished beyond measure.</p>
+<p>
+Seeing that her mother was busy, she took her
+doll, Helena Margaret Constance Victorine, in her
+arms, and talked the matter over with her.</p>
+<p>
+"What do you think, my dear," said she,
+"they don't keep Christmas at Ned Huntley's
+house! I don't know just what mother means by
+not keeping it, for you know Santa Claus comes
+down the chimney, and so he can get in during the
+night and leave Christmas there. Oh, yes, but
+they don't keep it. They turn it out, I suppose,
+just like mother told me they acted about the dear
+little baby Savior; they hadn't any room for him,
+and I guess Mrs. Huntley hasn't any room to keep
+Christmas in. I wonder what she does with the
+Christmas things Santa Claus brings? I wonder if
+she throws 'em away? I mean to go and ask
+her;" and putting her child carefully in its cradle,
+Mamie started.</p>
+<p>
+There was some truth in what Mrs. Gaston had
+told her little daughter; the Huntleys did not
+keep Christmas in a loving, hearty way. They
+kept it in so far that on this very afternoon
+Mrs. Huntley was busy making the mince pies,
+dressing the turkey, and doing all she could to be
+beforehand with the extra Christmas dinner. Mr.
+Huntley had just stepped into the kitchen for a
+moment to say to his wife, "What have you settled
+on for Ned's Christmas?"</p>
+<p>
+"I've bought him a pair of arctics&mdash;he needed
+'em; and if you want to spend more than common,
+you might get him half a dozen handkerchiefs."</p>
+<p>
+"Well, wife, I was thinking that perhaps" &mdash;the
+farmer tried to be particular about his words, for
+Mrs. Huntley did not seem in a very good humor&mdash;"I
+was remembering how you used to enjoy giving
+the young ones candies and toys; so, perhaps&mdash;"</p>
+<p>
+"Now, Noah Huntley, I'm surprised at you!
+Buy candies and toys for a great lumbering boy
+like Ned? Why, you must be crazy, man! The
+next thing will be that you'll want a Christmas-tree
+yourself!"</p>
+
+<a name="page20" id="page20"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;20]</span>
+<p>
+"Well, and it wouldn't be a bad idea," thought
+the father. "There's my man, Fritz, he has been
+to the woods and cut a little tree for his children,
+and he seems to get a heap of pleasure out of it. Ah!
+if only little Polly had lived!" Strangely enough,
+the wife was thinking the same thing, as she sliced
+and sifted and weighed. "If little Polly had lived
+it would have been different, but we can't throw away
+money on nonsense for Ned."</p>
+<p>
+A little red cloak flashed by the window, a little
+bright face, just about the age of "our little Polly's,"
+peeped in at the door, and Mamie asked, "May I
+come in, Mrs. Huntley?"</p>
+<p>
+"Certainly, child. Here's a fresh cookie. I suppose
+you're full of Christmas over at your house?"</p>
+<p>
+"Oh, yes, ma'am! And I'm so sorry you don't
+keep it. What's the reason?"</p>
+<p>
+"Don't keep it! Why, we have a regular
+Christmas dinner as sure as the 25th of December
+comes round, and Pa gives me a new dress, or
+something that I need, and we give Ned a suit of
+clothes, or shoes, or something that he needs."</p>
+<p>
+"Well," said Mamie, "but I like our way best.
+May I tell you how we keep Christmas?"</p>
+<p>
+"Talk away. I can listen."</p>
+<p>
+"Well, you see, a good while before Christmas
+my mother begins to get ready, and I often see her
+hide up something quick when I come in, and then
+she laughs, and I think, 'Oh, yes, something's
+coming,' and then mother takes me in her lap and
+tells me how Jesus is coming, and how He did
+come. Do you know, Mrs. Huntley?"</p>
+<p>
+"You can tell me, child?"</p>
+<p>
+"You see, He came a long, long time ago as a
+little baby. Mamma says that he began at the
+beginning, so that no little child could say, 'I can't
+be like Jesus, for Jesus never was so little as me.'
+That first birthday of His, there wasn't any room
+for Him at the tavern, and when the dear little
+baby Jesus was sleepy, they laid Him right in a
+stable manger, and the shepherds found Him lying
+there. Christmas is His Birthday, and I suppose
+they give all the children presents because
+Jesus loved little children, and then Santa Claus&mdash;Oh,
+Mrs. Huntley, that's what I came about, and
+I 'most forgot! If you don't keep Christmas&mdash;I
+mean as we do," she added, as Mrs. Huntley
+frowned, "and if you don't use the things that Santa
+Claus leaves here, can't I come over and get 'em?
+Only I'd rather Ned should have 'em."</p>
+<p>
+"Child alive! How your tongue runs! Here,
+now, take these cookies home with you, I guess
+Ned's too busy to play with you."</p>
+<p>
+"Thank you, ma'am. And you'll remember
+about Santa Claus?" said little Mamie, as she
+walked away with her cookies.</p>
+<p>
+Mrs. Huntley worked on for a few minutes longer,
+and then, leaving her dishes, she went to her own
+room and opened a bureau drawer. There lay a
+bright little dress and pretty white apron,&mdash;Polly's
+best things,&mdash;the little clothes in which she used to
+look so lovely. There were the last Christmas toys
+the mother had ever bought,&mdash;only a little tin bank,
+a paper cornucopia, and a doll; but she remembered
+that Christmas so well! Could it be that it
+was only three years ago? How Polly had laughed
+and chattered over her stocking! And Ned,&mdash;now
+that she thought about it,&mdash;she remembered that
+they bought him a pair of skates that year. He
+had made a great time over those skates, and had
+taken his little sister out to see him try to use them.
+Ned was so loving and gentle in those days. And
+then the mother's heart reproached her. Could
+she blame her boy because he seemed to care so
+little for his parents and his home, when she had
+nursed her grief for the loss of her baby-girl, and
+taken no pains to be bright or cheerful with him?
+She thought how clearly Mamie had told the story
+of the Savior's birthday. Could her boy, who was
+six years older, do as well? He went to Sunday-school
+sometimes, but she had never talked with
+him about Jesus&mdash;never since God took her Polly.
+And her eyes filled as she shut the drawer.</p>
+<p>
+Mrs. Huntley went back to the kitchen, but the
+room seemed different to her. Ned brought in
+the milk, and looked at his mother curiously at
+hearing her say, "Thank you, Ned." Wonders
+would never end, Ned thought, when, after tea, she
+said, "Father, it's a moonlight night; couldn't
+you and I drive to the village? Ned will excuse
+our leaving him alone."</p>
+<p>
+"Excuse!" When had his mother ever asked
+him to excuse her? And then, as mother waited
+for the wagon to be got ready, she asked him to
+read about the Savior's birth, and surely there were
+tears in her eyes as father came in, just as Ned
+read, "And they came with haste and found Mary
+and Joseph, and the babe lying in a manger."</p>
+<p>
+Mr. Huntley was bewildered, too. To start off
+for the village at seven o'clock in the evening!
+When had such a thing happened?</p>
+<p>
+On the road Mrs. Huntley told her husband
+what Mamie had said to her, and she added,
+"Perhaps, as I tell it, it don't seem much, but it
+made me think of our Polly, and"&mdash;the woman's
+voice broke, and the father, saddened too, said,
+comfortingly, "She's safe, my dear, in heaven."</p>
+<p>
+"Yes, father, but I'm thinking of the one that's
+left, for all I cried a little. I guess you were near
+right about getting him something nice. He's
+but a boy yet, and he'd think more of Christmas,
+and perhaps of the child that was born on
+Christmas, if we show him that Jesus has made our
+hearts a little more tender."</p>
+
+<a name="page21" id="page21"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;21]</span>
+<p>
+What it cost that hard, reserved woman to say
+that, none knew, but I think her husband felt dimly
+how she must have fought with herself, and he was
+silent for some time. At last he said, with a tone
+of gladness in his voice, "My dear, I'm glad to
+get him something. He's a good boy, Ned is."</p>
+<p>
+What a pleasant time they had, and how they
+caught the spirit of Christmas! They bought a
+sled and skates, a book or two, and candies, and
+Mrs. Huntley found a jack-knife that was just the
+thing Ned wanted. Then she said to her husband:</p>
+<p>
+"I'd like to buy something for Mamie. It will
+be nice to buy a girl's present."</p>
+<p>
+Their hearts ached a little, as they chose a wonderful
+little wash-tub and board, with a clothes-horse
+to match. How Polly's eyes would have
+shone at these!</p>
+<p>
+Meantime, Ned mused over his mother's tears
+and her strangely kind tones, and thought:
+"I wonder if she's going to be as good to me as
+she was to Polly! I hated to hear Mamie talk
+about Santa Claus. Polly used to talk just that
+way, and we did have such good times. I used to
+get skates and things at Christmas, but now I get
+some handkerchiefs or a lot of shirts! It makes
+me mad." Then Ned fell asleep, and so the mother
+found him. She woke him gently and he went
+off to bed, bewildered by more kind words.</p>
+<p>
+Morning dawned and Ned hurried down to light
+the fire in the kitchen, but he went no further than
+the sitting-room. There was a sled,&mdash;a splendid
+one,&mdash;a pair of skates, and books! He put his
+hands in his pockets to take a long stare, and felt
+something strange in one of them. Why! There
+was a beautiful knife!</p>
+<p>
+Mother came in and watched his face, but at
+sight of her the boy fairly broke down. Laying
+his head on her shoulder, "It's like Polly coming
+back," he said.</p>
+<p>
+And so it was, and so it continued to be.</p></div>
+
+<br /><br /><hr class="short" /><br /><br /><br />
+
+<a name="boggs" id="boggs"></a>
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/029-470.jpg" width="470" height="465" alt="BOGGS" border="0" />
+<p class="center">BOGGS SHOULD NOT HAVE HAD HIS PHOTOGRAPH TAKEN ON THANKSGIVING DAY,
+AND EATEN A HEARTY DINNER AFTERWARD.</p>
+</div>
+
+<br /><br /><hr class="short" /><br /><br /><br />
+<a name="page22" id="page22"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;22]</span>
+
+<h2>THE LORD MAYOR OF LONDON'S SHOW.</h2>
+<h4><span class="sc">By Jennie A. Owen</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+"Aunt Jennie," said my little godson Willie,
+a few days ago, "wont you go with us to see the
+Lord Mayor's show? There'll be thirteen elephants
+and eight clowns, and an elephant picks a
+man up with his trunk and holds him there. And
+then mamma's going to take me to Sampson's.
+Do you know Sampson, Aunt Jennie?"</p>
+<p>
+"I know about Samson in the Bible, Willie."</p>
+<p>
+"Oh, not that one; our Sampson is a man in a
+shop in Oxford street, and he makes such nice
+boys' clothes, and he's the master."</p>
+<p>
+I have just come home from the Sandwich
+Islands, where I have been living; I spent a few
+years, too, in New Zealand and Tahiti, and so have
+seen many wonderful things on the land and sea;
+but a Lord Mayor going to be sworn in to his
+duties, attended by thirteen elephants and a London
+crowd, would be a novelty to me. I thought, too,
+that certain little boys and girls in the Sandwich
+Islands and the United States, who also call me
+Aunt Jennie, would like to hear all about it.</p>
+<p>
+This has been an exciting week for the London
+children. The fifth of November fell on Sunday,
+and Guy Fawkes had to wait till Monday to make
+his appearance. All that day he was carried about
+the streets in various shapes and forms, and the
+naughty, ignorant little boys, in spite of enlightened
+school-board teaching, sang at our doors:</p>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>"A ha'penny loaf to feed the Pope,</p>
+<p>A penn'orth of cheese to choke him,</p>
+<p>A pint of beer to wash it all down,</p>
+<p>And a jolly good fire to burn him."</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>
+"Oh, papa," said Willie, as he ran into the
+breakfast-room for pennies, "aren't you glad
+you're a real man and not a pope?"</p>
+<p>
+At last the ninth, the Lord Mayor's day, came.
+It is also the Prince of Wales' birthday, so the city
+would be very gay-looking with all the flags flying.</p>
+<p>
+Alas! it was a dark, dull morning, and a heavy
+fog hung all over the city. Alas for the gilt
+coaches, the steel armor and other braveries! and
+then the elephants, how could they possibly feel
+their way all round the city in a thick, yellow fog?
+But, happily, by eleven the weather cleared, and
+the sun shone out brightly. Such a crowd as
+there was at our railway d�p�t! So many bonny,
+happy little children never went on the same
+morning to the busy old town before. It was
+something new for great elephants to be seen
+walking through the prosy business streets. Once
+before, twenty-seven years ago, when Sir John
+Musgrave was Lord Mayor, not only elephants,
+but camels, deer, negroes, beehives, a ship in full
+sail, and Britannia seated on a car drawn by six
+horses, had made part of the show; since then,
+however, no Lord Mayor had been thoughtful
+enough of little and big children's pleasure to order
+out such delightful things, and so this year everybody
+must go. To quote from the <i>Daily News:</i></p>
+<blockquote class="comment"><p>
+"Since the reign of Henry III., when, by that
+monarch's gracious act the Lord Mayor of London
+was permitted to present himself before the Barons
+of Exchequer at Westminster instead of submitting
+the citizens' choice for the king's personal approval,
+there has been no Lord Mayor's show at which
+so great a concourse of spectators assembled."</p></blockquote>
+<p>
+We crowd into the cars and are soon in Cannon
+street. At the gates a boy meets us with little
+books for sale, shouting, "Thirteen elephants for a
+penny! the other boys'll only give you twelve, but
+I'll give you thirteen. Sold again! Thirteen
+elephants for a penny!" This wonderful book
+consists of a series of common gaudily colored pictures,
+supposed to represent the procession, which
+has done service at the show from time immemorial,
+but it is each year as welcome as ever to
+the children who each have a penny to buy one.
+Through the streets we have passing visions of pink
+silk stockings, canary-colored breeches, and dark
+green coats and gold lace, also tri-colored rosettes
+as large as saucers; and pass by shop-windows full
+of sweet, eager little faces, in the place of hose,
+shirts, sewing-machines, etc.</p>
+<p>
+At last we arrive at our destination in Cheapside,
+where, through the kindness of a friend, a window
+on the first floor of a large building is waiting for
+us. How impatient we are until we hear the band
+of the Grenadier Guards, which heads the procession.
+After this band and that of the Royal London
+Militia, come the Worshipful Company of
+Loriners, preceded by jolly watermen in blue and
+white striped jerseys and white trousers, bearing
+banners; more watermen follow to relieve them;
+the beadle of the company with his staff of office;
+the clerk in his chariot; the wardens, wearing silk
+cloaks trimmed with sables, in their carriages, and
+amongst them Sir John Bennett, the great watch-maker
+in Cheapside, a charming-looking old gentleman
+with rosy cheeks and profuse gray curls; his<a name="page23" id="page23"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;23]</span>
+face lights up with smiles as the shouts of "Bravo,
+Bennett," show how popular he is.</p>
+<p>
+Then comes a grand yellow coach, in which
+rides the Master of the Company, attended by his
+chaplain. After the Loriners come the Farriers,
+the band of the First Life Guards, banners, beadle
+and mace clerk, wardens and master. After them
+the Broderers. As these pass slowly along, an
+excitement is caused by the behavior of the horse
+of a hussar, who is mounting guard. It does not
+like the proceedings at all, and still less the greasy
+asphalt on which it stands, dances round, backs
+into the Worshipful Master of Broderers' carriage,
+and finally rears and falls, unseating its rider. The
+hussar is quite cool and quiet, soon reseats himself,
+and rejects the offer of a fussy little man in red to
+hold his horse.</p>
+<p>
+And now comes the Worshipful Company of
+Bakers, preceded by their banner, with its good
+old motto, "Praise God for all." These are really
+very jolly and well-favored looking companions,
+most of the members bearing large bouquets of
+flowers. After them the Vintners' Company, with
+the band of the Royal Artillery; ten Commissioners,
+each bearing a shield; eight master porters in
+vintner's dress; the Bargemaster in full uniform,
+and the Swan Uppers. These are men who look
+after the swans belonging to the corporation of
+London, which build their nests along the banks
+of the Thames, and they mark the young swans
+each spring.</p>
+<p>
+The "Uppers" look very well in their dress, consisting
+of dark cloth jackets slashed with white,
+blue and white striped jerseys and white trousers.</p>
+<p>
+After this company had passed, a grand shout
+announced the coming of the elephants. These,
+as some small boy has observed, are "curious
+animals, with two tails&mdash;one before and one behind."
+First came a number of large ones, with
+Mr. Sanger, their owner, who was mounted on a
+curiously spotted horse. They were gorgeous with
+oriental trappings and howdahs. On the foremost
+one rode a man representing a grand Indian
+prince. He had a reddish mustache, wore spectacles,
+a magnificent purple and white turban, and
+showy oriental costume. He produced a great
+impression on the crowd. In other howdahs sat
+one, two or three splendid Hindoos, whose dress
+was past description. Then came several young
+elephants ridden by boys; one of these was seized
+with a desire to lie down, and had to be vigorously
+roused; but, on the whole, they behaved in a
+wonderfully correct and dignified manner&mdash;now
+and then gracefully swinging round their trunks
+amongst the sympathizing crowd, in search of
+refreshment.</p>
+<p>
+The elephants were escorted by equestrians in
+state costumes, and followed by six knights in
+steel armor, with lances and pennons, mounted on
+chargers. One of these "wouldn't go," and had
+to be dragged on ignominiously by a policeman.
+Then the Epping Forest rangers came. They
+were picturesquely dressed in green velvet coats,
+broad-brimmed hats and long feathers. After
+these, trumpeters, under-sheriffs in their state carriages,
+aldermen, the Recorder, more trumpeters,
+and then a most gorgeous coach&mdash;with hammer-cloth
+of red and gold, men in liveries too splendid
+to describe, and four fine horses&mdash;brings the late
+lord mayor. The mounted band of household
+cavalry follows. These really look splendid in
+crimson coats covered with gold embroidery and
+velvet caps, riding handsome white horses.</p>
+<p>
+There is a stoppage just as they come up.
+They are rapturously greeted by the crowd, and
+requested to "play up." The mayor's servants,
+in state liveries, follow on foot. After them rides
+a very important person, the city marshal, on
+horseback. The city trumpeters come now, preceding
+the right honorable the lord mayor's most
+gorgeous gilt coach, drawn by six horses. In it
+sits Sir Thomas White, supported by his chaplain,
+and attended by his sword-bearer and the common
+crier. An escort of the 21st Hussars brings up
+the rear. Policemen follow, and after them a stray
+mail-cart, a butcher's boy with his tray; after that,
+not just the deluge, but the crowd.</p>
+<p>
+"Oh, mamma!" says Willie, "the beefeaters
+didn't come! Nine of them there are in my
+book, and a grand one going in front, blowing a
+trumpet. And the man holding his thumb to his
+nose at the sheriffs; and the policeman knocking
+a thief down with a staff! And the lord mayor
+had no spectacles on. That's not fair! Do beefeaters
+eat lots of beef, mamma?"</p>
+<p>
+"Oh, no," says Charlie, with a superior air,
+"they are only sideboard chaps."</p>
+<p>
+Willie is still more puzzled, until he is told that
+in the olden time servants so costumed used to
+stand by the sideboard, or buffet, as it was called,
+at feasts, and so got the name of buffetiers, and
+by degrees the name became changed into beefeaters,
+which was more easily remembered by the
+people.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<a href="images/032-1000.jpg"><img src="images/032-400.jpg" width="400" height="552" alt="THE LORD MAYOR OF LONDON'S SHOW." border="0" /></a>
+<p class="center">THE LORD MAYOR OF LONDON'S SHOW.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p>
+From our window we could not, of course, follow
+the procession on its winding way, nor had we
+seen it start. On looking at the paper next morning,
+we read that at first it was feared that the
+elephants had failed to keep their appointment.
+It was almost time to set out, and no elephants
+were to be seen. What must be done? The
+people ought not to be cheated out of the best part
+of the show; and yet, on the other hand, how
+undignified for a lord mayor to be kept waiting for<a name="page25" id="page25"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;25]</span>
+thirteen elephants! I am sorry to say the police
+were rather glad. They had been very much
+afraid that the animals might prove troublesome
+during so long and unusual a walk; or else,
+coming from a circus, might, at any sudden pause,
+imagine themselves in the arena, and take it into
+their grave heads to perform on two legs and
+terrify the horses, or possibly annoy the lord
+mayor and his chaplain by putting their long
+trunks into his coach. But, happily for us, the
+police were disappointed. Such dignified creatures
+could not be expected to come early and be kept
+waiting.</p>
+<p>
+Just at the right time they came leisurely up,
+and gravely taking their proper place, marched
+on with their proverbial sagacity&mdash;waiting outside
+Westminster Hall, whilst the lord mayor swore to
+do his duty, as quietly as though they were at
+home&mdash;and afterward left the procession at Blackfriars
+Bridge, to go to their own quarters and eat
+their well-earned dinner. It is to be hoped that
+the lord mayor ordered something specially good
+for them.</p>
+<p>
+<span class="rightnote">[*sic]</span>The elephants having left, the *embassadors, her
+majesty's ministers of state, the nobility, judges,
+and other persons of distinction, joined the procession,
+and proceeded to feast with his lordship and
+the lady mayoress at Guildhall.</p>
+
+ <br /><br /><hr class="short" /><br /><br /><br />
+ <a name="girl" id="girl"></a>
+<h2>MY GIRL</h2>
+<h4><span class="sc">By John S. Adams</span>.</h4>
+
+<table width="100%" align="center" border="0" summary="poem">
+<tr>
+       <td class="poem">
+	<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<p class="i8"><span style="font-size: 1.1em; font-weight: bold;">I.</span></p></div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>A little corner with its crib,</p>
+<p>A little mug, a spoon, a bib,</p>
+<p>A little tooth so pearly white,</p>
+<p>A little rubber ring to bite.</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+	   </td>
+       <td class="poem">
+	<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<p class="i8"><span style="font-size: 1.1em; font-weight: bold;">V.</span></p></div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>A little muff for winter weather,</p>
+<p>A little jockey-hat and feather,</p>
+<p>A little sack with funny pockets,</p>
+<p>A little chain, a ring, and lockets.</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+	   </td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+       <td class="poem">
+	<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<p class="i8"><span style="font-size: 1.1em; font-weight: bold;">II.</span></p></div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>A little plate all lettered round,</p>
+<p>A little rattle to resound,</p>
+<p>A little creeping&mdash;see! she stands!</p>
+<p>A little step 'twixt outstretched hands.</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+	   </td>
+       <td class="poem">
+	<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<p class="i8"><span style="font-size: 1.1em; font-weight: bold;">VI.</span></p></div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>A little while to dance and bow,</p>
+<p>A little escort homeward now,</p>
+<p>A little party, somewhat late,</p>
+<p>A little lingering at the gate.</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+	   </td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+       <td class="poem">
+	<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<p class="i8"><span style="font-size: 1.1em; font-weight: bold;">III.</span></p></div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>A little doll with flaxen hair,</p>
+<p>A little willow rocking-chair,</p>
+<p>A little dress of richest hue,</p>
+<p>A little pair of gaiters blue.</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+	   </td>
+       <td class="poem">
+	<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<p class="i8"><span style="font-size: 1.1em; font-weight: bold;">VII.</span></p></div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>A little walk in leafy June,</p>
+<p>A little talk while shines the moon,</p>
+<p>A little reference to papa,</p>
+<p>A little planning with mamma.</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+	   </td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+       <td class="poem">
+	<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<p class="i8"><span style="font-size: 1.1em; font-weight: bold;">IV.</span></p></div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>A little school day after day,</p>
+<p>A "little schoolma'am" to obey,</p>
+<p>A little study&mdash;soon 'tis past,</p>
+<p>A little graduate at last.</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+	   </td>
+       <td class="poem">
+	<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<p class="i8"><span style="font-size: 1.1em; font-weight: bold;">VIII.</span></p></div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>A little ceremony grave,</p>
+<p>A little struggle to be brave,</p>
+<p>A little cottage on a lawn,</p>
+<p>A little kiss&mdash;my girl was gone!</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+	   </td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+ <br /><br /><hr class="short" /><br /><br /><br />
+<a name="page26" id="page26"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;26]</span>
+
+<h2>MARS, THE PLANET OF WAR.</h2>
+<h4><span class="sc">By Richard A. Proctor</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+Not long ago, the planet Jupiter came among
+the stars of our southern evening skies. Those
+who noted down his track found that he first advanced
+from west to east, then receded along a
+track near his advancing one, then advanced again,
+still running on a track side by side with his former
+advancing track, and so passed away from the
+scene, toward the part of the sky where the sun's
+light prevents our tracking him.</p>
+<p>
+That was a useful and rather easy first lesson
+about the motions of the bodies called planets.</p>
+<p>
+We have now to consider a rather less simple
+case, but one a great deal more interesting. Two
+planets intrude among our evening stars, each
+following a looped track, but the tracks are unlike;
+the two planets are unlike in appearance, and they
+are also very unlike in reality.</p>
+<p>
+I hope many of my young readers have already
+found out for themselves that these intrusive bodies
+have been wandering among our fixed stars. I
+purposely said nothing about the visitors last
+August, so that those who try to learn the star-groups
+from my maps may have had a chance of
+discovering the two planets for themselves. If they
+have done so, they have in fact repeated a discovery
+which was made many, many years ago. Ages
+before astronomy began to be a science, men found
+out that some of the stars move about among the
+rest, and they also noticed the kind of path traveled
+in the sky by each of those moving bodies.
+It was long, indeed, before they found out the kind
+of path traveled <i>really</i> by the planets. In fact,
+they supposed our earth to be fixed; and if our
+earth were fixed, the paths of the planets about
+her as a center would be twisted and tangled in
+the most perplexing way. So that folks in those
+old times, seeing the planets making all manner
+of loops and twistings round the sky, and supposing
+they made corresponding loops and twistings
+in traveling round the earth, thought the planets
+were living creatures, going round the earth to
+watch it and rule over it, each according to his own
+fashion. So they worshiped the planets as gods,
+counting seven of them, including the sun and
+moon. Some they thought good to men, others
+evil. The two planets now twisting their way
+along the southern skies were two of the evil sort,
+viz.: Mars, called the Lesser Infortune, and Saturn,
+called the Greater Infortune. In the old
+system of star-worship, Mars ruled over Tuesday,
+and Saturn over Saturday,&mdash;the Sabbath of olden
+times,&mdash;a day which the Chaldean and Egyptian
+astrologers regarded as the most unlucky in the
+whole week.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<a href="images/0146-1.jpg"><img src="images/0146-1-500.jpg" width="500" height="470" alt="FIG. 1. THE PATHS OF MARS AND SATURN." border="0" /></a>
+<p class="center">FIG. 1. THE PATHS OF MARS AND SATURN.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p>
+The actual paths traveled among the stars by
+these two planets, this fall, are shown in Fig. 1.
+You will see how wildly the fiery Mars, the planet
+of war, careers round his great loop, while old
+Saturn, "heavy, dull, and slow" (as Armado says
+that lead is&mdash;the metal dedicated to Saturn),
+plods slowly and wearily along. Between August
+6 and October 1, Mars traversed his entire backward
+track,&mdash;Saturn, you notice, only a small portion
+of his much smaller loop. On the sky, too,
+you will see that while Mars shines with a fierce
+ruddy glow, well suited to his warlike character,
+Saturn shines with a dull yellow light, suggestive of
+the evil qualities which the astrologers of old assigned
+to him. "My loking," says Saturn, in Chaucer's
+"Canterbury Tales," "is the fader of pestilence:</p>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>"Min ben also the maladies colde,</p>
+<p>The derke treasons, and the costes olde;</p>
+<p>Min is the drenching in the see so wan,</p>
+<p>Min is the prison in the derke cote,<a href="#I1"><sup>1</sup></a><a name="I1r" id="I1r"></a></p>
+<p>Min is the strangel and hanging by the throte,</p>
+<p>The murmure, and the cherles<a href="#I2"><sup>2</sup></a><a name="I2r" id="I2r"></a> rebelling,</p>
+<p>The groyning and the prine empoysoning."</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+<a name="page27" id="page27"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;27]</span>
+<p>
+For the present, however, let us consider the
+planet Mars, leaving slow Saturn to wait for us
+another month.</p>
+<p>
+It has always seemed to me one of the most useful
+lessons in astronomy to follow the line by which,
+long ago, great discoveries were made. Thus, if
+the young reader went out on
+every fine night and noted the
+changing position of Mars, he
+traced out the track shown in
+Fig. 1. He noted, also, that the
+planet, which shone at its brightest
+about September 5, gradually
+grew less and less bright as it traveled
+off, after rounding the station
+near October 5 (really on Oct. 7),
+toward the east. He observed, then,
+that the seeming loop followed by
+the planet was a real looped track (so far, at least,
+as our observer on the earth was concerned). Fig.
+2 shows the apparent shape of Mars's loop, the
+dates corresponding to those shown in Fig. 1. Only
+it does not lie flat, as shown on the paper, but
+must be supposed to lie somewhat under the surface
+of the paper, as shown by the little upright <i>a, b,</i>
+which, indeed, gives the distance under the paper
+at which the part of the loop is supposed to lie
+where lowest at <i>m</i>. The other similar uprights at
+M_1, M_2, and M_3 show the depression at these places.
+You perceive that the part M_1, M_2, lies higher than
+the part M_2, M_3. If the loop were flat, and, like
+E, the earth, were in the level of the paper, it
+would be seen edgewise, and the advancing, receding,
+and advancing parts of the planet's
+course would all lie on the same line upon the sky.
+But being thus out of the level, we see through
+the loop, so to speak, and it has the seeming shape
+shown in Fig. 1.<a href="#I3"><sup>3</sup></a><a name="I3r" id="I3r"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<a href="images/0147-1.jpg"><img src="images/0147-1-600.jpg" width="600" height="220" alt="FIG. 2. ONE OF MARS'S LOOPS." border="0" /></a>
+<p class="center">FIG. 2. ONE OF MARS'S LOOPS.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p>
+This is one loop, you will understand, out of an
+immense number which Mars makes in journeying
+round the earth, regarded as fixed. He retreats
+to a great distance, swoops inward again toward
+the earth, making a loop as in Fig. 2, and retreating
+again. Then he comes again, makes another
+swoop, and a loop on another side, and so on. He
+behaves, in fact, like that "little quiver fellow," a
+right martialist, no doubt, who, as Justice Shallow
+tells us, "would about and about, and come you in,
+and come you in,&mdash;and away again would a go,
+and again would a come." The loops are not
+all of the same size. The one shown in Fig. 2 is
+one of the smallest. I have before me a picture
+which I have made of all this planet's loops from
+1875 to 1892, and it forms the most curiously intertwined
+set of curves you can imagine,&mdash;rather
+pretty, though not regular, the loops on one side
+being much larger than those on the other. I
+would show the picture here, but it is too large.
+One of these days, it will be given in a book I am
+going to write about Mars, who is quite important
+enough to have a book all to himself. I want you,
+now, to understand me that Mars really does travel
+in a most complicated path, when you consider
+the earth as at rest. If a perfect picture of all
+his loopings and twistings since astronomy began
+could be drawn,&mdash;even on a sheet of paper as large
+as the floor of a room,&mdash;the curves would so interlace
+that you would not be able to track them out,
+but be always leaving the true track and getting
+upon one crossing it slightly aslant,&mdash;just like the
+lines by which trains are made to run easily off one
+track on to another.</p>
+<p>
+The unfortunate astronomers of old times, who
+had to explain, <i>if they could</i>, this complicated
+behavior of Mars (and of other planets, too), were
+quite beaten. The more carefully they made their
+observations, the more peculiar the motions seemed.
+One astronomer gave up the work in despair, just
+like that unfortunate Greek philosopher who, because
+he could not understand the tides of the
+Eub&oelig;an Sea, drowned himself in it. So this astronomer,
+who was a king,&mdash;Alphonsus of Portugal,&mdash;unable
+to unravel the loops of the planets, said, in
+his wrath, that if he had been called on by the
+Creator to assign the planets their paths, he would
+have managed the matter a great deal better. The
+plates of the old astronomical books became more
+and more confusing, and cost more and more
+labor, as astronomers continued to</p>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+ <p> ... "Build, unbuild, contrive</p>
+<p>To save appearances, to gird the sphere</p>
+<p>With centric and eccentric scribbled o'er,</p>
+<p>Cycle and epicycle, orb in orb."</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+<p>
+It was to the study of Mars, the wildest wanderer
+of all, that we owe the removal of all these perplexities.
+The idea had occurred to the great astronomer,
+Copernicus, that the complexities of the<a name="page28" id="page28"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;28]</span>
+planets' paths are not real, but are caused by the
+constant moving about of the place from whence
+we watch the planets. If a fly at rest at the middle
+of a clock face watched the ends of the two hands,
+they would seem to go round him in circles; but
+if, instead, he was on the end of one of the hands
+(and was not knocked off as the other passed), the
+end of this other hand would not move round the fly
+in the same simple way. When the two hands were
+together it would be near, when they were opposite
+it would be far away, and, without entering into any
+particular description of the way in which it would
+seem to move, you can easily see that the motion
+would seem much more complicated than if the fly
+watched it from the middle of the clock face.
+Now, Copernicus <i>did</i> enter into particulars, and
+showed by mathematical reasoning that nearly all
+the peculiarities of the planets' motions could be
+explained by supposing that the sun, not the earth,
+was the body round which the planets move, and
+that they go round him nearly in circles.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<a href="images/0148-1.jpg"><img src="images/0148-1-460.jpg" width="460" height="471" alt="FIG. 3. THE PATHS OF MARS, THE EARTH, VENUS, AND MERCURY." border="0" /></a>
+<p class="center">FIG. 3. THE PATHS OF MARS, THE EARTH, VENUS, AND MERCURY.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p>
+But Copernicus could not explain <i>all</i> the motions.
+And Tycho Brahe, another great astronomer,
+who did not believe at all in the new ideas of
+Copernicus, made a number of observations on our
+near neighbor Mars, to show that Copernicus was
+wrong. He gave these to Kepler, another great
+astronomer, enjoining him to explain them in such
+a way as to overthrow the Copernican ideas. But
+Kepler behaved like Balaam the son of Beor; for,
+called on to curse (or at least to denounce) the views
+of Copernicus, he altogether blessed them three
+times. First, he found from the motions of Mars
+that the planets do not travel in circles, but in ovals,
+very nearly circular in shape, but not having the
+sun exactly at the center. Secondly, he discovered
+the law according to which they move, now faster
+now slower, in their oval paths; and thirdly, he
+found a law according to which the nearer planets
+travel more quickly and the farther planets more
+slowly, every distance having its own proper rate.
+These three laws of Kepler constitute
+the Magna Charta of the solar system.</p>
+<p>
+Afterward, Newton showed <i>how</i> it
+happens that the planets obey these
+laws, but as his part of the work had
+no particular reference to Mars, I say
+no more about it in this place.</p>
+<p>
+Here, in Fig. 3, are the real paths of
+Mars and the Earth, and also of Venus
+and Mercury. No loops, you see, in
+any of them, simply because we have
+set the sun in the middle. Set the
+earth in the middle, and each planet
+would have its own set of loops, each
+set enormously complicated, and all
+three sets mixed together in the most
+confusing way. It is well to remember
+this when you see, as in many books
+of astronomy, the old theory illustrated
+with a set of circles looking almost as
+neat and compact as the set truly representing
+the modern theory. For the
+idea is suggested by this simple picture
+of the old theory that the theory itself
+was simple, whereas it had become so
+confusing that not merely young learners,
+but the most profound mathematicians,
+were baffled when they tried to unravel the
+motions of the planets.</p>
+<p>
+I think the figure pretty well explains itself. All
+I need mention is, that while the shape and position
+of each path is correctly shown, the size of the
+sun at center is immensely exaggerated. A mere
+pin point, but shining with star-like splendor,
+would properly represent him. As for the figures
+of the earth and Mars, they are still more tremendously
+out of proportion. The cross-breadth of
+the lines representing these planets' tracks is <i>many
+times</i> greater than the breadth of either planet on
+the scale of the chart.</p>
+<p>
+On September 5 the earth and Mars came to the
+position shown at E and M. You observe that
+they could not be much nearer. It is indeed very
+seldom that Mars is so well placed for observation.
+His illuminated face was turned toward the dark or
+night half of the earth, so that he shone brightly<a name="page29" id="page29"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;29]</span>
+in the sky at midnight, and can be well studied
+with the telescope.</p>
+<p>
+When Galileo turned toward Mars the telescope
+with which he had discovered the moons of Jupiter,
+the crescent form of Venus, and many other wonders
+in the heavens, he was altogether disappointed.
+His telescope was indeed too small to show any
+features of interest in Mars, though the planet of
+war is much nearer to us than Jupiter. Mars is
+but a small world. The diameter of the planet is
+about 4,400 miles, that of our earth being nearly
+8,000. Jupiter, though much farther away, has
+an immense diameter of more than 80,000 miles to
+make up, and much more than make up, for the
+effect of distance. With his noble system of moons
+he appears a remarkable object even with a small
+telescope, while Mars shows no feature of interest
+even with telescopes of considerable size.</p>
+<p>
+It was not, then, till very powerful telescopes had
+been constructed that astronomers learned what we
+now know about Mars.<a href="#I4"><sup>4</sup></a><a name="I4r" id="I4r"></a></p>
+
+<p>
+It is found that his surface is divided into land
+and water, like the surface of our own earth. But
+his seas and oceans are not nearly so large compared
+with his continents and lands. You know
+that on our own earth the water covers so much
+larger a surface than the land that the great continents
+are in reality islands. Europe, Asia and Africa
+together form one great island; North and South
+America another, not quite so large; then come
+Australia, Greenland, Madagascar, and so forth;
+all the lands being islands, larger or smaller. On
+the other hand, except the Caspian Sea and the
+Sea of Aral, there are no large seas entirely land-bound.
+In the case of Mars a very different state
+of things prevails, as you will see from the three
+accompanying pictures (hitherto unpublished),
+drawn by the famous English observer, Dawes
+(called the Eagle-eyed). The third and best was
+drawn with a telescope constructed by your famous
+optician, Alvan Clark, of Cambridge, Massachusetts.
+The dark parts are the seas, the light parts being
+land, or in some cases cloud or snow. But in these
+pictures most of the lighter portions represent land;
+for they have been seen often so shaped, whereas
+clouds, of course, would change in shape.</p>
+<p>
+The planet Mars, like our earth, turns on its
+axis, so that it has day and night as we have. The
+length of its day is not very different from that of
+our own day. Our earth turns once on its axis in &mdash;&mdash; but
+before reading on, try to complete this
+sentence for yourself. Every one knows that the
+earth's turning on its axis produces day and night,
+and nine persons out of ten, if asked how long the
+earth takes in turning round her axis, will answer,
+24 hours; and if asked how many times she turns
+on her axis in a year, will say 365 times, or if disposed
+to be very exact, "about 365-1/4  times." But
+neither answer is correct. The earth turns on her
+axis about 366-1/4 times in each year, and each turning
+occupies 23 hours 56 minutes and 4 seconds
+and 1 tenth of a second. We, taking the ordinary
+day as the time of a turning or rotation, lose count
+of one rotation each year. It is necessary to mention
+this, in order that when I tell you how long<a name="page30" id="page30"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;30]</span>
+the day of Mars is, you may be able correctly to
+compare it with our own day. Mars, then, turns
+on his axis in 24 hours 37 minutes 22 seconds and
+7 tenth-parts of a second. So that Mars requires
+41 minutes 18 seconds and 6-tenths of a second
+longer to turn his small body once round than our
+earth requires to turn round her much larger body.
+The common day of Mars is, however, only about
+39 minutes longer than our common day.</p>
+<p>
+Mars has a long year, taking no less than 687
+of our days to complete his circuit round the sun,
+so that his year lasts only about one month and a
+half less than two of ours.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<a href="images/0150-1.jpg"><img src="images/0150-1-600.jpg" width="600" height="403" alt="APPEARANCE OF MARS, 1852, MARCH 23" border="0" /></a>
+<p class="center">APPEARANCE OF MARS, 1852, MARCH 23, 5 H. 45 M.,
+Greenwich Mean Time. Power of Telescope, 358; 6&#8531; inch object-glass.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<a href="images/0150-2.jpg"><img src="images/0150-2-600.jpg" width="600" height="398" alt="APPEARANCE OF MARS, 1852, FEBRUARY 3" border="0" /></a>
+<p class="center">APPEARANCE OF MARS, 1852, FEBRUARY 3, 6 H. 50 M.,
+Greenwich Mean Time. Power of Telescope, 242 and 358 on 6&#8531; inch
+object-glass.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<a href="images/0150-3.jpg"><img src="images/0150-3-600.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="APPEARANCE OF MARS, 1860, JULY 6" border="0" /></a>
+<p class="center">APPEARANCE OF MARS, 1860, JULY 6, 11 H. 33 M.,
+Greenwich Mean Time. Power of Telescope, 201; 8&frac14; inch object-glass.
+Planet very low, yet pretty distinct.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p>
+Like the earth, Mars has seasons, for his polar
+axis, like that of the earth, is aslant, and at one
+part of his year brings his northern regions more
+fully into sunlight, at which time summer prevails
+there and winter in his southern regions; while at
+the opposite part of his year his southern regions
+are turned more fully sunward and have their
+summer, while winter prevails over his northern
+regions.</p>
+<p>
+Around his poles, as around the earth's, there
+are great masses of ice, insomuch that it is very
+doubtful whether any inhabitants of Mars have
+been able to penetrate to his poles, any more than
+Kane or Hayes or Nares or Parry, despite their
+courage and endurance, have been able to reach
+our northern pole, or Cook or Wilkes or James
+Ross our antarctic pole.</p>
+<p>
+In the summer of either hemisphere of Mars,
+the north polar snows become greatly reduced in
+extent, as is natural, while in winter they reach to
+low latitudes, showing that in parts of the planet
+corresponding to the United States, or mid-Europe,
+as to latitude, bitter cold must prevail for several
+weeks in succession.</p>
+<p>
+The land regions of Mars can be distinguished
+from the seas by their ruddy color, the seas being
+greenish. But here, perhaps, you will be disposed
+to ask how astronomers can be sure that the greenish
+regions are seas, the ruddy regions land, the
+white spots either snow or cloud. Might not
+materials altogether unlike any we are acquainted
+with exist upon that remote planet?</p>
+<p>
+The spectroscope answers this question in the
+clearest way. You may remember what I told you
+in October, 1876, about Venus, how astronomers
+have learned that the vapor of water exists in her
+atmosphere. The same method has been applied,
+even more satisfactorily, to the planet of war, and it
+has been found that he also has his atmosphere at
+times laden with moisture. This being so, it is
+clear we have not to do with a planet made of
+materials utterly unlike those forming our earth.
+To suppose so, when we find that the air of Mars,
+formed like our own (for if it contained other gases
+the spectroscope would tell us), contains often large
+quantities of the vapor of water, would be as
+absurd as to believe in the green cheese theory of
+the moon, or in another equally preposterous,
+advanced lately by an English artist&mdash;Mr. J.T. Brett&mdash;to
+the effect that the atmosphere of Venus is
+formed of glass.</p>
+<p>
+There is another theory about Mars, certainly
+not so absurd as either of those just named, but
+scarcely supported by evidence at present&mdash;the
+idea, namely, advanced by a French astronomer,
+that the ruddy color of the lands and seas of Mars is
+due to red trees and a generally scarlet vegetation.
+Your poet Holmes refers to this in those lines of
+his, "Star-clouds and Wind-clouds" (to my mind
+among the most charming of his many charming
+poems):</p>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+  <p>"The snows that glittered on the disc of Mars</p>
+  <p>Have melted, and the planet's fiery orb</p>
+  <p>Rolls in the crimson summer of its year."</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>
+It is quite possible, of course, that such colors as
+are often seen in American woods in the autumn-time
+may prevail in the forests and vegetation of
+Mars during the fullness of the Martian summer.
+The fact that during this season the planet looks
+ruddier than usual, in some degree corresponds
+with this theory. But it is much better explained,
+to my mind, by the greater clearness of the Martian
+air in the summer-time. That would enable us to
+see the color of the soil better. If our earth were
+looked at from Venus during the winter-time, the
+snows covering large parts of her surface, and the
+clouds and mists common in the winter months,
+would hide the tints of the surface, whereas these
+would be very distinct in clear summer weather.</p>
+<p>
+I fear my own conclusion about Mars is that his
+present condition is very desolate. I look on the
+ruddiness of tint to which I have referred as one
+of the signs that the planet of war has long since
+passed its prime. There are lands and seas in
+Mars, the vapor of water is present in his air,
+clouds form, rains and snows fall upon his surface,
+and doubtless brooks and rivers irrigate his soil,
+and carry down the moisture collected on his wide
+continents to the seas whence the clouds had originally
+been formed. But I do not think there is
+much vegetation on Mars, or that many living
+creatures of the higher types of Martian life as it
+once existed still remain. All that is known about
+the planet tends to show that the time when it
+attained that stage of planetary existence through
+which our earth is now passing must be set millions
+of years, perhaps hundreds of millions of years, ago.
+He has not yet, indeed, reached that airless and
+waterless condition, that extremity of internal cold,
+or in fact that utter unfitness to support any kind<a name="page31" id="page31"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;31]</span>
+of life, which would seem to prevail in the moon.
+The planet of war in some respects resembles a
+desolate battle-field, and I fancy that there is not a
+single region of the earth now inhabited by man
+which is not infinitely more comfortable as an abode
+of life than the most favored regions of Mars at the
+present time would be for creatures like ourselves.</p>
+<p>
+But there are other subjects besides astronomy
+that the readers of the <span class="sc">St. Nicholas</span> want to learn
+about. I do not wish you to have to say to me
+what a little daughter of mine said the other day.
+She had asked me several questions about the sun,
+and after I had answered them I went on to tell
+her several things which she had not asked. She
+listened patiently for quite a long time,&mdash;fully five
+minutes, I really believe,&mdash;and then she said:
+"Don't you think, papa, that that's enough about
+the sun? Come and play with us on the lawn."
+So, as it was holiday time, we went and played in
+the sun, instead of talking about him.</p>
+
+ <br /><hr class="short" /><br /><br />
+
+ <h4>Footnotes</h4>
+
+ <p class="note"><a name="I1" id="I1"></a>
+<a class="note" href="#I1r">[Footnote 1:</a> <i>Dark or gloomy coast</i>. This line was amusingly rendered,
+by the printer of my "Saturn and its System," in which I quoted Chaucer's lines, "Mine is the prison, and the dirty coat."]</p>
+
+<p class="note"><a name="I2" id="I2"></a>
+<a class="note" href="#I2r">[Footnote 2:</a> <i>Churl's.</i> Notice this word. It is the same as the word rendered
+<i>Charles's</i> in the common English name for the Dipper. One should always say Charles's Wain, not Charles'
+(as is the way Tennyson does in the "May Queen ").]</p>
+
+<p class="note"><a name="I3" id="I3"></a>
+<a class="note" href="#I3r">[Footnote 3:</a> I must re-mention that though this explanation is made as simple as I
+possibly can make it, so far as words are concerned, the figures present the result of an exact geometrical investigation.
+Every dot, for instance, in Fig. 2, has had its place separately determined by me.]</p>
+
+<p class="note"><a name="I4" id="I4"></a>
+<a class="note" href="#I4r">[Footnote 4:</a> See "The Moons of Mars" in the "<a class="note" href="#moons">Letter Box</a>" Department.</p>
+
+<br /><br /><hr class="short" /><br /><br /><br />
+<a name="tragedy" id="tragedy"></a>
+
+<h2>A DOMESTIC TRAGEDY&mdash;IN TWO PARTS.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="figright1">
+<img src="images/0151-2-304.jpg" width="304" height="261" alt="PART II." border="0" /><br /><br />
+<p class="center"><span class="sc">Part</span> II.</p>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>AND, but for a sudden</p>
+<p class="i4">and unforeseen disaster,</p>
+<p class="i2">The puppy might have kept</p>
+<p class="i8">his resolution to this day.</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="figleft1">
+<img src="images/0151-1-300.jpg" width="300" height="261" alt="PART I." border="0" />
+<p class="center"><span class="sc">Part</span> I.</p>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>"MOTHER! from this moment,</p>
+<p class="i4">behold me, my own master!</p>
+<p class="i2">Yes, madam, I am old enough.</p>
+<p class="i8">I mean just what I say."</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+ <br clear="all" /><br /><hr class="short" /><br /><br /><br />
+ <a name="bell" id="bell"></a>
+<h2>THE STICKLEBACK BELL-RINGERS.</h2>
+<h4><span class="sc">By C. F. Holder</span>.</h4>
+
+<p>
+A certain pond in the country was once peopled
+with a number of turtles, frogs, and fishes which I
+came to consider my pets, and which at last grew so
+tame that I fed them from my hands. Among
+them, however, were four or five little sticklebacks
+that lived under the shade of a big willow, and
+these were so quarrelsome that I generally fed
+them apart from the rest. But sometimes all met,
+and then the feast usually was ended by the death
+of a minnow. For, shocking to say, whenever there
+was a dispute for the food, some one of the little
+fishes was almost sure to be devoured by the hungry
+sticklebacks.</p>
+<p>
+These stickleback-and-minnow combats, after a<a name="page32" id="page32"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;32]</span>
+while, came to be of daily occurrence, and the reason
+for this was a singular one, which I must explain.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft">
+<img src="images/0152-343.jpg" width="343" height="600" alt="THE STICLEBACK BELL-RINGERS." border="0" />
+</div>
+<p>
+Under the willow shade, and from one of the
+branches, I had hung a miniature "belfry," containing
+a tiny brass bell, and had led the string into
+the water, letting it go down to a considerable depth.
+At first, I tied bait at intervals upon the line, and
+the sticklebacks, of course, seized upon it, and thus
+rang the bell. Generally the ringing was done in a
+very grave and proper way, although sometimes, when
+the bait was too tightly tied, the quick peals sounded like
+a call to a fire.</p><br style="line-height: 12%" />
+<p>
+I generally fed them first, about twenty feet up
+the bank; but one morning I found one or two
+had followed me down to the residence of the
+stickleback family. They met with a rude reception,
+however, and, to avoid making trouble, the
+next day I went to the willow first. But no sooner
+had the bell begun to ring, than I saw a lot of ripples
+coming down, and in a second the two factions
+were in mortal combat. The sticklebacks were fighting
+not only for breakfast, but for their nests, which
+were near by; and they made sad work of the poor
+minnows, who, though smart in some things, did
+not know when they were whipped, and so kept up
+the fight, though losing one of their number nearly
+every morning. The bell now and then rang violently,
+but I fear it was only sounding an appeal
+from a voracious stickleback
+whose appetite had
+got the better of his rage.</p>
+<p>
+So it went on every
+morning. The minnows
+had learned what the bell
+meant, and though usually
+defeated in the fight, they
+in reality had their betters
+as servants to ring the bell
+and call them to meals.
+Finally, they succeeded,
+by force of great numbers,
+in driving away their pugnacious
+little rivals, and
+the bell hung silent; for,
+strange to say, they knew
+what the sound meant, but
+I could never teach them
+to ring it, when they could
+rise and steal the worm
+from my hand without.
+But I am inclined to think
+it was more laziness than
+inability to learn, as they
+afterward picked up readily
+some much more difficult
+tricks. I taught them to leap from the water into
+my hand, and lie as if dead; and having arranged
+a slide of polished wood upon the bank, by placing<a name="page33" id="page33"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;33]</span>
+worms upon it I soon had them leaping out and
+sliding down like so many boys coasting in the
+winter. That they afterward did it for amusement
+I know, as I often watched them unobserved when
+there was nothing to attract but the fun of sliding.
+This kind of amusement is not uncommon with
+many other animals, particularly seals, which delight
+in making "slides" on the icy shores.</p>
+
+<br /><br /><hr class="short" /><br /><br /><br />
+<a name="cricket" id="cricket"></a>
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/0154-1-600.jpg" width="600" height="463" alt="THE CRICKET ON THE HEARTH." border="0" />
+</div>
+
+
+<h2>THE CRICKET ON THE HEARTH.</h2>
+<h4><span class="sc">By Mrs. Clara Doty Bates</span>.</h4>
+
+<table width="100%" align="center" border="0" summary="poem">
+<tr>
+       <td class="poem">
+<div class="poem2">
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>Old Granny Cricket's rocking-chair,</p>
+  <p class="i2">Creakety-creak, creakety-creak!&mdash;</p>
+<p>Back and forth, and here and there,</p>
+  <p class="i2">Squeakety-squeak, squeakety-squeak!&mdash;</p>
+<p>On the hearth-stone, every night,</p>
+  <p class="i2">Rocks and rocks in the cheery light.</p>
+<p>Little old woman, dressed in black,</p>
+  <p class="i2">With spindling arms and a crooked back,</p>
+<p>She sits with a cap on her wise old head,</p>
+  <p class="i2">And her eyes are fixed on the embers red;</p>
+<p>She does not sing, she does not speak,</p>
+  <p class="i2">But the rocking-chair goes creakety-creak!</p>
+  </div>
+  </div>
+  </td>
+  <td class="poem">
+  <div class="poem2">
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>Cheerily sounds the rocking-chair,</p>
+  <p class="i2">Creakety-creak, creakety-creak!&mdash;</p>
+<p>While it swings in the firelight there,</p>
+  <p class="i2">Squeakety-squeak, squeakety-squeak!</p>
+<p>Old Granny Cricket, rocking, rocking,</p>
+  <p class="i2">Knits and knits on a long black stocking.</p>
+<p>No matter how swiftly her fingers fly,</p>
+  <p class="i2">She never can keep her family,</p>
+<p>With their legs so long from foot to knee,</p>
+  <p class="i2">Stockinged as well as they ought to be;</p>
+<p>That's why, at night, week after week,</p>
+  <p class="i2">Her rocking-chair goes squeakety-squeak!</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+</td></tr></table>
+
+
+
+<br /><br /><hr class="short" /><br /><br /><br />
+<a name="page34" id="page34"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;34]</span>
+
+<h2>HOW I WEIGHED THE THANKSGIVING TURKEY.</h2>
+<h4><span class="sc">By G. M. Shaw</span>.</h4>
+
+<p>
+"Here, sir! Please take this bird around to
+Albro's, and see how much it weighs."</p>
+<p>
+The idea! What would the folks over the way
+say, to see the "professor" walking out with a big
+turkey under his arm? That was the way the
+thing presented itself to the good-natured college-student
+acting as private tutor in the family. But
+Mrs. Simpson, the portly and practical housewife,
+had no such idea of the fitness of things.</p>
+<p>
+It was the day before Thanksgiving, and the
+farmer who had agreed to supply her with a turkey
+had brought it, but had not weighed it, and, of
+course, they could not agree on its weight, all of
+which ended in the startling proposition with which
+we began.</p>
+<p>
+"Well, if you aint the laziest man&mdash;&mdash;! Just as
+though it was going to hurt you any to take this
+bird to the corner and back!" she went on, as she
+saw me looking, apparently, for a hole to crawl
+into, but, in reality, for the broom, which, when I
+found, I made use of in putting into execution a plan
+I had formed for weighing the turkey at home.</p>
+<p>
+I hung the broom-handle to the gas-jet by a wire
+loop, and slid it along in the loop until it balanced.
+By this time all were curious to see what I was about.</p>
+<p>
+I then fixed a wire to the turkey's feet and hooked
+it so that it would slide on the broom-handle. Next
+I got a flat-iron and fixed it in the same way.
+When the broom was nicely balanced, I hung the
+turkey on the broom end of the stick, two inches
+from the balancing loop. Then I hung the flat-iron
+on the other side, and shoved it along until it
+balanced the turkey. Next I measured the distances
+of the turkey and flat-iron from the balancing
+loop, and found that the turkey hung two inches
+and the flat-iron eight inches from the balancing
+loop. That was all. I had found the weight of
+the turkey, and told them: Twenty-four pounds.</p>
+<p>
+"Do you s'pose I'm going to believe all that
+tomfoolery? It doesn't weigh more'n twenty, I
+know. Here, Maggie! Take this out and ask
+Albro to weigh it for you."</p>
+<p>
+"I'm blamed if he hasn't hit it about right,"
+said the farmer who had brought the turkey.
+"How did you find out?"</p>
+<p>
+"Well, you see," said I, "the flat-iron has a
+figure 6 on it; that shows that it weighs six pounds.
+Now, if the turkey had not weighed more than the
+flat-iron they would have balanced each other at
+the same distance from the balancing loop; but
+the turkey was the heavier, so I had to move the
+flat-iron out further. At the same distance from
+the loop as the turkey (two inches), the flat-iron
+pulled six pounds' weight, and at every addition of
+that distance it would pull six pounds more. Thus:
+at four inches it pulled twelve pounds; at six inches,
+eighteen pounds; and at eight inches, twenty-four
+pounds. At that distance it just balanced the
+turkey, thus proving that it weighed&mdash;&mdash;"</p>
+<p>
+"Well, Maggie, what does Albro say?"</p>
+<p>
+"Twenty-four poun', mum," replied Maggie,
+coming in.</p>
+<p>
+"Well, I give up," said Mrs. Simpson; and she
+did, and so do I&mdash;till next time.</p>
+
+<br /><br /><hr class="short" /><br /><br /><br />
+<a name="melon" id="melon"></a>
+<h2>NIMBLE JIM AND THE MAGIC MELON</h2>
+<h4><span class="sc">By J. A. Judson</span>.</h4>
+
+<p>
+Once upon a time, in a snug little cottage by a
+brook under a hill, lived an old widow and her only
+child. She was a tidy, pleasant-faced dame, was
+"Old Mother Growser;" and as to her boy, there
+wasn't a brighter lad of his age in all the village.
+His real name was James, but he had always been
+so spry and handy that when he was a little bit of
+a chap the neighbors called him "Nimble Jim."
+At work in the cottage garden, or at play on the
+village green, even at his books and slate, he was
+ever the same industrious, active "Nimble Jim,"
+and always a comfort to his mother.</p>
+<p>
+His father had been the village cobbler, and when
+he died the folks said: "Who'll mend our shoes
+now, and auld Jamie gone?"</p>
+<p>
+Then up sprang the boy, saying: "I'll mend
+them, now father's dead."</p>
+<p>
+The simple folks laughed at him. "Hoot! toot!
+lad," said they; "ye canna mend shoes!"</p>
+<p>
+But he answered bravely: "Am I not fifteen<a name="page35" id="page35"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;35]</span>
+years old, and e'en a'most a mon? Haven't I all
+father's tools? Haven't I seen him do it day after
+day ever since I was a wee boy? It's time I was
+doing something besides jobbin' and runnin' and
+pretendin' to work! I may take to th' auld bench,
+and e'en get my father's place among ye in time,
+so I be good enough. Mother canna allus be
+a-spinnin', spinnin', spinnin'. The poor old eyes
+are growing dim a'ready,"&mdash;and Jim gently stroked
+her thin gray hair.</p>
+<p>
+"Ye're a brave darlin', and my own handy
+Nimble Jim," said the fond mother, smilingly.</p>
+<p>
+"Ah, well, boy," the neighbors said, "be about
+it if ye will, for there's no cobbler hereabout now,
+and the shoes must be mended. But ye'll do the
+work fairly, mind, or we'll no' pay ye a penny!"</p>
+<p>
+"I'll try my best, and bide your good favor,
+neighbors," was Jim's cheery answer.</p>
+<p>
+And so he succeeded to his father's old bench by
+the window, the lap-stone and hammer and awl;
+and as he waxed his thread and stitched away,
+singing the old songs, the country folks passing by
+would listen, look at each other, smile and nod
+approvingly, or say:</p>
+<p>
+"Hark to that, friend! One might think auld
+Jamie back again, with the whack o' the hammer
+and the blithe song, though the voice ben't so
+crackit like as th' auld one."</p>
+<p>
+"Aye, it's a bit clearer, but no happier. Auld
+cobbler Jamie was a merry soul," says one.</p>
+<p>
+"And the lad'll prove worthy his father, I warrant.
+Listen to the turn of that song, now; I've
+heard Jamie singin' it many a day," says another.</p>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>"Whack! whack! thump-pet-ty crack!</p>
+<p>In go the shoe-nails with many a smack.</p>
+<p>Zu! zu! pull the thread through;</p>
+<p>Soon will the shoe be, done, master, for you!</p>
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>"Nay! nay! there's nothin' to pay,</p>
+<p>If it is not mended as good as I say.</p>
+<p>I do my work honestly&mdash;that is the thing;</p>
+<p>Then Jamie the cobbler's as good as the king!"</p></div>
+</div>
+</div>
+<p>
+And the folks passed on, or stopped to leave
+shoes to mend.</p>
+<p>
+Jim prospered in the old stall, and they called
+him "Nimble Jim, the Cobbler," for soon he was
+fairly installed as cobbler to the whole country-side.
+He was happy, and his old mother was happy, and
+proud, too, of the success of her boy, who was the
+light of her home and the joy of her heart.</p>
+<p>
+All day Jim worked away at his bench. Winter
+evenings he read his few books by the firelight; in
+the cool of the summer days, or in the early mornings,
+he busied himself in the little garden. His
+vegetables were his pride, and for miles around no
+one had so trim a garden-patch, or so many good
+things in it, as Nimble Jim.</p>
+<p>
+Only one kind of all his plants failed to come
+to anything,&mdash;his melon-vines,&mdash;and these always
+failed. This began to grieve him sorely, for he
+was fond of melons; and, besides, he thought if he
+could only raise fine ones, he might sell them for a
+deal of money, like gruff, rich old Farmer Hummidge.</p>
+<p>
+"Oh dear! my melons don't grow like other
+folkses. They don't come up at all, or if they do
+they wither or spindle away," he said, losing his
+temper, and tearing up some of the vines by the
+roots. Then he went into the cottage, angrily,
+and began to pound away, driving in big hob-nails.
+With the twilight, his mother called him to the
+simple meal, but he was sullen and silent.</p>
+<p>
+"What be the matter with ye, my Nimble Jim?"
+asked the good dame, cheerily.</p>
+<p>
+"Matter enough, mother! My melons wont
+grow; there's somethin' the matter with them.
+Faith, I believe some imp has cast a spell over 'em.
+I do, mother," quoth he, thumping the table with
+his fist until the dishes rattled.</p>
+<p>
+"Softly, softly, boy! Where's thy good nature
+gone?" said Mother Growser, staring at him in
+wonder.</p>
+<p>
+"It be well enough to say 'Softly, softly,'" said
+he, "and I don't want to grieve ye, mother; but
+it's naught with me but hammer, stitch, dig,&mdash;hammer,
+stitch, dig,&mdash;the day in, the day out,
+when I might be raisin' fine melons and sellin' 'em
+for mints of gold in the great city. Yea, mother,
+sellin' 'em e'en to the king and queen and all the
+grand lords and ladies at the court, like old Farmer
+Hummidge."</p>
+<p>
+For almost the first time in his life Jim was unhappy.</p>
+<p>
+"I would you had your wish, Nimble Jim; but
+then we've a neat bit garden besides the melons;
+and the home is snug, and you're a good boy and
+the best o' cobblers. Can't you be happy with
+that, my lad?"</p>
+<p>
+But Nimble Jim shook his head, for the spirit of
+discontent had taken possession of him.</p>
+<p>
+Now, for many days, Nimble Jim neglected his
+cobbling and let the weeds grow in his garden,
+while he moodily watched his melons as they
+withered away. Soon he came to idle about them
+in the evening, too, until, one bright moonlight
+night, as he was grieving over the wretched, scraggy
+vines, he heard a tiny, silvery voice quite near him
+cry, tauntingly:</p>
+<p>
+"Hello, Nimble Jim! How are your melons?"</p>
+<p>
+Jim would have been very angry at such a question
+could he have seen anybody to be angry with;
+but, though he looked and looked with all his eyes,
+not a soul could he see.</p>
+
+<div class="figright">
+<a href="images/0156-1.jpg">
+<img src="images/0156-1-250.jpg" width="250" height="352" alt="THE ELFIN QUEEN" border="0" /></a>
+<p class="center">
+THE ELFIN QUEEN
+</p></div>
+<p>
+"Hello, Nimble Jim! How are your melons?
+Ha, ha, ha! Melons! melons! Ha, ha, ha!"
+<a name="page36" id="page36"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;36]</span>
+And the sweet little voice sang, in a merry, mocking
+strain:</p>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+   <p class="i4">"Nice sweet melons!</p>
+    <p class="i4">Round ripe melons!</p>
+<p>Nimble Jim likes them, I know.</p>
+    <p class="i4">Mean sour melons,</p>
+    <p class="i4">Crooked green melons,</p>
+<p>Nimble Jim only can grow!</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+<p>
+Ha, ha, ha! How are your melons, Nimble Jim?"</p>
+
+<p>
+"Who are you? What
+are you? Where are you?"
+cried Jim, hardly knowing
+whether to be angry,
+amused, or frightened.</p>
+<p>
+"You ask a good many
+questions at once, don't
+you?" said the silvery
+voice. "<i>Who</i> am I? <i>What</i>
+am I? <i>Where</i> am I? Eh!
+I'm the Queen of the Elfs,"
+said her tiny majesty, "and
+if you look sharply you'll
+see where I am."</p>
+<p>
+Just then a moonbeam
+streaming through the
+trees overhead fell across
+his path, and, dancing up
+and down on it, he saw
+the tiny elfin queen,&mdash;a
+lovely little creature with
+long, bright, wavy hair,
+and glittering garments
+fluttering in the breeze,
+wings like a butterfly, a
+mischievous smile on her
+face, and in her hand a
+wee wand tipped with a star. But the brightest
+thing about her was the twinkle that played hide-and-seek
+in her eye.</p>
+<p>
+Nimble Jim took off his hat and made a low bow.</p>
+<p>
+"Now, what is all this about?&mdash;and why are you
+neglecting your work, sir?" demanded she, sternly.</p>
+<p>
+Jim trembled beneath her royal gaze, little as
+she was, and replied humbly:</p>
+<p>
+"May it please your majesty, I wish I'd some
+melon-seeds that'd grow like magic. I am dead
+tired of being nothin' but a cobbler. I want to
+be a melon-merchant, and raise the finest, largest
+melons ever seen,&mdash;supply the whole kingdom with
+them, and grow to be as rich as the king himself."</p>
+<p>
+"Oh, you do, do you?" she answered, laughing
+her merry little laugh, and capering up and down
+the moonbeam. "Oh! quite a modest youth!
+Well, I'll make a bargain with you; and if you
+will do something for me, you shall have your
+wish," said the queen.</p>
+<p>
+Nimble Jim was about to pour out his gratitude,
+when she interrupted him, saying: "Now, Nimble
+Jim, listen to me. Your wish is a foolish one, and
+I warn you that if you gain it you will be sorry.
+Why will you not be content as you are?"</p>
+<p>
+"Your majesty," replied the obstinate youth. "I
+<i>cannot</i> be content as I am."</p>
+<p>
+"Well, since you insist on having your own
+way, we'll make our bargain. Here,"&mdash;and, sitting
+down on the moonbeam, she pulled off a shoe,&mdash;"here,
+sir, I want you to
+mend my shoe. I tripped
+just now on a rough
+place in this moonbeam.
+Mend the rip; show me
+you are a good cobbler,
+and I promise that you
+shall have your wish."</p>
+<p>
+"But, your majesty,"
+began Nimble Jim, taking
+the shoe, which was no
+bigger than a bean, "I
+can't sew such a little shoe;
+my fingers are &mdash;&mdash;"</p>
+<p>
+"There, there! Stop!
+I'm a queen, and people
+don't say 'can't' or 'wont'
+to me, sir," interrupted
+her majesty, with much
+dignity. "Take the shoe,
+and find a way to mend
+it. I will come for it to-morrow
+night at this same
+place and hour," and off
+she went up the moonbeam,
+half skipping, half
+flying, while Jim stood
+stupidly staring until she had entirely disappeared.
+Then he began, slowly: "Well,&mdash;I&mdash;never&mdash;in&mdash;all&mdash;my&mdash;life&mdash;saw&mdash;such&mdash;a&mdash;&mdash;"</p>
+<p>
+He said no more, but went in, and sat up all
+night, thinking how and where he could find needle
+and thread fine enough to do such a piece of cobbling
+as this. About dawn a thought struck him.
+His mother thought he had gone crazy when she
+saw him chasing bees and pulling down spider-webs.
+Hours and hours he worked, and though
+his fingers were big, they were nimble, like his
+name; so, by and by, with a needle made of a
+bee's sting and thread drawn from a spider-web, he
+sewed up the rip in her fairy majesty's dainty shoe.</p>
+<p>
+He hardly could wait for the hour of meeting,
+but went into the garden, with the shoe in his
+hand, long before the time. At length, the queen
+came sliding down the moonbeam, laughing and
+singing:</p>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+"Hello, Nimble Jim! How are your melons?"
+</div>
+</div>
+<p>
+But he was not angry now; he only laughed
+respectfully, made a profound bow, and said:</p>
+<a name="page37" id="page37"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;37]</span>
+<p>
+"May it please your majesty, I have mended
+your majesty's shoe."</p>
+<p>
+The merry little queen took it from him, looked
+at it closely, saying to herself: "Humph! I didn't
+think he could, but he did,"&mdash;and, turning to Jim,
+said, much more graciously than before: "I suppose
+you think yourself quite a cobbler; and so you
+are&mdash;for a mortal. Since you have done your work
+so well, I will do as I said. Now," she continued,
+handing him a little package about as big as a baby's
+thumb, "plant these melon-seeds, and&mdash;&mdash;"</p>
+<p>
+"Are these little things melon seeds? They
+look too small," interrupted Jim,&mdash;for he had made
+no ceremony, even in the queen's presence, about
+peeping into the package,&mdash;and it must be confessed
+that they were very small indeed.</p>
+<p>
+"Certainly they are, or I would not tell you so.
+They are the magic melons of fairy-land. As I
+was about to say when you rudely interrupted,
+plant&mdash;&mdash;"</p>
+<p>
+"I beg your pardon, your majes&mdash;&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>
+"<i>Will</i> you keep still? Was there <i>ever</i> such a
+chatterbox!" said she. "I say, plant these melon-seeds
+to-morrow at sunrise, and you will have your
+wish, foolish boy." And, while Jim was thinking
+of melons and wealth, she skipped away up the
+moonbeam, singing:</p>
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>"Nimble Jim is quite demented,&mdash;</p>
+  <p class="i2">Wants to be a melon-king!</p>
+<p>Silly mortal! not contented</p>
+  <p class="i2">With the riches home-joys bring!</p>
+     <p class="i6">Oh! ho!</p>
+     <p class="i6">Oh! ho!</p>
+<p>He will be sorry to-morrow;</p>
+<p>To-morrow will bring only sorrow."</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+<p>
+But Nimble Jim heeded her not. This night
+also he could not close his eyes, and in the early
+morning he hastened to tell his mother their good
+fortune. She looked grave, and said:</p>
+<p>
+"Ah, my lad! I'd rather you minded the cobbler's
+bench, nor trafficked with fairies. I fear me
+they're uncanny folks to deal with."</p>
+<p>
+"Never fear, mother; we'll be rich yet, and I'll
+make you a queen yourself, and then you need
+spin no more," said Jim, wild with hope and excitement.</p>
+<p>
+"I don't mind the spinnin', my boy. I'd rather
+be&mdash;&mdash;".</p>
+<p>
+Jim heard no more, for he dashed off at once to
+the garden to plant his precious seeds just at sunrise.
+With furious energy, he tore up all his old<a name="page38" id="page38"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;38]</span>
+vines, flung them over the fence, and, after that,
+spaded up the melon-bed with the greatest care.
+Then he opened the paper and poured the magical
+seeds into his hand.</p>
+<p>
+There were only <i>four</i>&mdash;four wee seeds, each no
+bigger than a pin's head! His first impulse was
+to fling them away in wrath, for he thought such
+little things couldn't possibly make as big a fortune
+as he wanted. But then he reflected, "Fairies are
+little, so I suppose their seeds are little, too. I'll
+try them, anyhow." And with that he put them in
+the ground and carefully covered them.</p>
+<p>
+In an instant, the ground burst open in four
+places, and up shot four sturdy melon-vines, that
+grew east, west, north, south!</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/045-600.jpg" width="600" height="441" alt="THE YARD WAS FULL OF MELON-VINE" border="0" />
+<p class="center">"BEFORE NIMBLE JIM COULD GET BACK TO THE HOUSE, THE YARD WAS FULL OF MELON-VINE."</p>
+</div>
+
+<p>
+Grew? No! they raced, they tore, they dashed
+through the country far and wide! In no time,
+before Nimble Jim could get back to the house
+door, the whole yard was full of melon-vine, and
+one great big melon, bigger than the cottage itself,
+blocked the door-way.</p>
+
+<p>
+"Oh! oh! oh!" roared Jim. "What <i>have</i> I
+done? What <i>shall</i> I do?" And with his spade
+he cut a hole through the melon. It took him a
+whole hour, and when he got into the house he
+found that his poor mother had fainted from fright.</p>
+<p>
+And all the time the vine and melons kept growing&mdash;east,
+west, north, south.</p>
+<p>
+Nimble Jim was frantic!</p>
+<p>
+But the vines didn't mind Jim. On they went,
+growing like mad, a mile a minute, faster than any
+railroad train. The big arms filled up the main
+roads; the smaller ones crammed themselves into
+the lanes and by-paths, while the tendrils embraced
+the tall trees, the houses, and the church steeples,
+and snarled up everything. The leaves grew so
+large, thick and green that they covered the whole
+face of the country, shutting out the sun from the
+fields so the crops couldn't grow; and the whole
+kingdom became so dark from the awful shade of
+Nimble Jim's magic melon-vine, that the people
+had to burn candles day and night.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/046-600.jpg" width="600" height="177" alt="THE MAGIC MELON OVERRUNS THE COUNTRY." border="0" />
+<p class="center">THE MAGIC MELON OVERRUNS THE COUNTRY.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p>
+It grew like mad. On! on! Stem, branch,
+leaf, tendril, fruit&mdash;on, on it went! The melons
+grew&mdash;great, round, smooth, rich, ripe, juicy melons,
+as big as houses&mdash;at the cross-roads, on the
+roads, in the fields, filling barn-yards and door-yards
+so people and cattle couldn't pass, or go in
+or out, till they had eaten their way through the
+melons, or got ladders and climbed over, or dug
+trenches and crawled under! On, on it went, surrounding
+the king's palaces and choking up his
+forts! Down, down it grew into the brooks and
+rivers, and out into the king's harbors, where the
+tendrils seized and wound about his ships of war
+riding at anchor, and climbed up the masts, while
+melons grew on the decks till the vessels sank to
+the bottom! It choked up and drank up all the
+rivers and lakes in the kingdom, or dammed them
+up so the waters overflowed the land, drowning
+people and cattle, and sweeping away houses and
+barns!</p>
+<p>
+On, on it grew&mdash;melons, melons everywhere!
+Ruin and starvation stared the nation in the face;
+while poor, poor Nimble Jim, hid within the rind
+of the melon he had dug out, shivered, cried and
+bewailed his folly.</p>
+<p>
+"I'll be killed! I'll be killed! The people
+will murder me!" he shrieked. But no one of
+them all save his mother knew he had had anything
+to do with bringing on the dire calamity
+that had befallen the kingdom.</p>
+<p>
+Then some of the people proposed: "Let us go
+immediately to our king, and ask him to make a
+law that the vine shall stop growing ere it ruin us
+forever."</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/048-450.jpg" width="450" height="467" alt="MAKING AN ENTRANCE FOR THE KING THROUGH THE MELON IN FRONT OF THE PALACE GATE." border="0" />
+<p class="center">MAKING AN ENTRANCE FOR THE KING THROUGH THE MELON IN FRONT OF THE PALACE GATE.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p>
+But when they had eaten and hewed their way to
+the palace, they found the king had gone to count
+his soldiers; and while he was gone the vine came
+galloping along, and an enormous melon grew and
+blocked up the palace gate. So they had to help
+the king and his guards force their way through to
+the hall of audience.</p>
+<p>
+When they all were in, and the king had wiped<a name="page39" id="page39"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;39]</span>
+the melon-juice off his robes and crown, and was
+fairly seated on his throne, surrounded by his
+guards and courtiers, the trumpets sounded, drums
+beat, banners waved, and the people fell on their
+knees and said:</p>
+<p>
+"O mighty king! We, thy liege subjects, have
+come to tell thee of the ruin and desolation this
+fearful vine maketh in all thy great kingdom, and
+to entreat thy majesty to enact a law forbidding
+it to grow any more, and commanding it to wither
+away."</p>
+<p>
+"Alas!" answered the troubled king, "what
+can I do? No law of mine can stop this awful
+thing. It is an enchanted vine sent to torment us.
+Hear me, my people! Proclaim it, ye my heralds!
+I pledge my kingly word to give up my crown and
+kingdom, and change places with any one of my
+subjects who will wither and instantly sweep away
+this direful vine. I, your king, am as helpless as a
+child to stop it."</p>
+<p>
+And the king, who was a good old man, shed
+tears for the misery of his people, and commanded
+the queen and all the court to dress themselves in
+mourning and fast night and day.</p>
+<p>
+The people got home as best they could, and
+each fell to thinking how he could stop the vine
+and so be king. Even Nimble Jim heard of this.
+So, every night, he watched, hoping to see the
+elfin queen. At last she came, as before, on her
+moonbeam footpath, saying: "Hello, Nimble Jim!
+How are your melons by this time?"</p>
+<p>
+But he was in no mood to be facetious now. He
+only said, humbly:</p>
+<p>
+"May it please your majesty, what can I do to
+stop the growth of this horrible vine, and instantly
+sweep it from the face of the earth? Help me, I
+beg your gracious majesty!"&mdash;and Jim knelt before
+her.</p>
+<p>
+"Ha, ha! Nimble Jim don't seem to like melons!
+I told you you'd be sorry," laughed the
+little elfin queen. "I suppose you still want to
+be as rich as the king? Or perhaps you would
+like to be the king himself?" said she, tauntingly.</p>
+<p>
+"Of course I would, your majesty," said Jim,
+"if the vine can only be stopped."</p>
+<p>
+"You are a very good cobbler, Nimble Jim,"
+she answered, "and since you mended my shoe so
+nicely, and as the king has promised to exchange
+with any one who will wither and destroy the vine,
+and as you might as well be king as another (and
+as you need a good lesson," said she to herself),
+"I give you the means to do it all!"</p>
+<p>
+And the tiny queen pulled off the mended shoe,
+and cried: "Here, you silly boy! Take this and
+run to the palace. Once there, you need touch but
+a tendril with this magic shoe, and the vine will
+wither and disappear, and the crown and kingdom
+will be yours. I wish you joy of both. Good-bye!
+You will learn contentment yet, poor Jim, I hope,"
+she added, as he ran out of hearing, with the
+precious little shoe in his hand.</p>
+<p>
+Leaving his poor mother behind, for he had forgotten
+all about her during these days, Jim set off
+for the palace. It was a long, hard journey, on
+account of the melon-vines, that not only blocked
+the road, but even chased him. Many a narrow
+escape had he from being crushed to death in the
+embrace of some young tendril that would shoot
+out, wriggling and writhing toward him like a great
+green serpent.</p>
+<p>
+At length, he arrived at the palace gate, which
+in old times was marble, but now was only a hole
+that had been cut through a melon.</p>
+<p>
+"Halt! Who goes there!" shouted a sentinel,
+thrusting his spear in front of Jim's panting breast.</p>
+<p>
+"It's only Nimble Jim, the Cobbler. I want to
+see the king," said the boy.</p>
+<p>
+"Be off, you fellow!" shouted the sentry. "Our
+noble king don't hob-nob with cobblers! Be off, I
+say, or&mdash;&mdash;" And he shook his spear at our hero
+ominously.</p>
+<p>
+"Hold, there!" shouted the king himself, straining
+out of a window to look between the melon-leaves.
+"Hold, I say! What do you want, young
+cobbler?"</p>
+<p>
+"I want your crown and kingdom, sire," boldly
+answered Jim. "I've heard of the new law, and
+I'll stop the melon-vine."</p>
+<p>
+"Let him pass, guards," shouted the king;
+"and send him hither."</p>
+<p>
+A little page dressed in black led Jim to the
+throne-room. The king and his court no longer
+blazed in gold and jewels. Black covered everybody
+and everything, even the golden throne itself,
+and grief and dismay were on all faces.</p>
+<p>
+Then said the king, in a hollow tone: "What
+know you of this vine? Speak!"</p>
+<p>
+And Jim, tremblingly, told the whole story.</p>
+<p>
+"Wicked boy!" groaned the king. "You well
+deserve punishment for the ruin you have brought
+on the land. But I have passed my royal word,
+and you shall try to destroy the vine. If you succeed,
+bad as you are, you then will be the king and
+I the cobbler. But if you fail, you shall be put
+where you shall have nothing but melons to eat for
+the rest of your days. Guards, take him away!"</p>
+<p>
+That night, before the king and queen and all
+the assembled court, when the moon was fairly
+risen, Nimble Jim touched with the toe of the
+magic shoe the end of a tendril that was running
+rapidly up a tower.</p>
+<p>
+In an instant, every vestige of the vine vanished
+throughout all the palace grounds; and in the
+morning the people all over the country shouted<a name="page40" id="page40"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;40]</span>
+for joy and cried with one voice: "Let us all go up
+to the coronation, for to-day we have a new king
+who has delivered us from the horrible vine."</p>
+<p>
+And on they came, in hordes, till the capital was
+full and the country about the palace was one vast
+camp, while throughout the kingdom not a trace
+of the vine was to be seen.</p>
+<p>
+Then the nobles and prelates prepared for the
+coronation. It was magnificent. They girt Jim
+with the sword of state, clothed him in the imperial
+robes, placed the scepter in his hand, and, as the
+golden crown descended upon his head, all the
+people shouted:</p>
+<p>
+"Hail, King Nimblejimble, our deliverer! Long
+live the king!"</p>
+
+<p>
+And the silly boy was happy.</p>
+<p>
+Meanwhile, the poor, faithful old king, who
+cheerfully had given up all for his people, was
+hammering and stitching and digging away on
+Jim's cobbler-bench off in the village; and Jim's
+mother, whom the naughty boy, in his strange
+elevation, had forgotten all about, tenderly cared
+for the humbled old monarch.</p>
+<p>
+Before long, the elfin queen saw how patient the
+old king and Jim's mother were, and how badly
+Nimble Jim was behaving now he was king, for he
+was given up to all sorts of wickedness and tyranny,
+was fast becoming hated by every one, and himself
+was beginning to see that he was not nearly so
+happy as he had been while he was a cobbler.</p>
+<p>
+Jim was really good at heart, only his unreasonable
+discontent with his lot had got him into all<a name="page41" id="page41"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;41]</span>
+this misery. At last, he began to repent, and, one
+moonlight night when he was walking alone on the
+palace terrace, he said:</p>
+<p>
+"I wish I could see that little elfin queen, and I
+would ask her to let me go back home again."</p>
+<p>
+"Well, here I am!" said the silvery voice; and,
+sitting on a moonbeam beside him, there she was.
+"Tired of being king, Jim?" she asked.</p>
+<p>
+"Yes, your majesty, indeed I am," he replied.</p>
+<p>
+"Want any more melons, Jim?" said she,
+laughing.</p>
+<p>
+"No, no, no!" groaned Jim. "No more!"</p>
+<p>
+"How is your mother, Jim?" asked her majesty.</p>
+<p>
+"Alas! I don't know,"&mdash;and he hung his head
+in shame.</p>
+<p>
+"Are you ready to go and see her, Jim?" she
+asked, gently. "And will you be contented now?"</p>
+<p>
+"Yes, yes!" was his eager reply.</p>
+<p>
+Now, the old king had been mending shoes all
+day, and was at this moment resting in the cottage
+porch, when, suddenly, he was whisked away on a
+cloud and landed in his palace again. His crown
+was popped on his head, and the scepter thrust in
+his hand, while his old chamberlain tenderly tucked
+him up in bed.</p>
+<p>
+At the same instant, another cloud brought back
+Nimble Jim to his bench and his faithful mother,
+who at once made him some oat-meal porridge
+without a murmur or word of reproach.</p>
+<p>
+"There!" said the elfin queen to herself. "That
+boy is cured of his silly notions."</p>
+<p>
+"Mother, I think I don't care much for melons.
+I wont plant any more," said Jim next morning.</p>
+<p>
+"I don't like 'em myself, lad," said the mother.
+"I'd a deal rather you'd stick to the bench, like
+your auld father."</p>
+<p>
+"I will, mother dear," answered Nimble Jim.
+And he is mending shoes there to this day, as
+happy as happy can be.</p>
+
+     <br /><br /><hr class="short" /><br /><br /><br />
+
+
+<a name="lady-girl" id="lady-girl"></a>
+
+<div class="figcenter1" style="width: 40%;">
+<img src="images/049-400.jpg" width="400" height="362" alt="MAMMA'S LADY-GIRL" border="0" />
+
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<p class="i4">"Oh! I'm my mamma's lady-girl</p>
+<p class="i4">And I must sit quite still;</p>
+<p class="i4">It would not do to jump and whirl,</p>
+<p class="i4">And get my hair all out of curl,</p>
+<p class="i4">And rumple up my frill.</p>
+<p class="i4">No, I'm my mamma's lady-girl,</p>
+<p class="i4">So I must sit quite still."</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+   <br /><br /><hr class="short" /><br /><br /><br />
+<a name="page42" id="page42"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;42]</span>
+<h2>A BUDGET OF HOME-MADE CHRISTMAS GIFTS.</h2><br /><br />
+<a name="II1r" id="II1r"></a>
+<h4><span class="sc">Hints for Girls and Boys, Little and Big</span>.<a href="#II1"><sup>1</sup></a></h4>
+
+<div class="figleft">
+<a href="images/050a.jpg"><img src="images/050a-100.jpg" width="100" height="104" alt="W" border="0" /></a>
+
+</div>
+<br /><br />
+
+
+<p>
+HO is it that every year invents the thousand-and-one
+new and pretty things which hang on Christmas-trees,
+and stuff the toes of Christmas stockings?
+Who is it that has so wise and watchful an eye
+for the capacities of little people, and the tastes of
+bigger ones, providing for each, planning for tiny
+purses with almost nothing in them, as well as
+for fat wallets stuffed with bank-bills, and suggesting
+something which can be made, accepted
+and enjoyed by everybody, large and small, all the
+wide world over? Who can it be that possesses
+this inexhaustible fertility of invention and kindness
+of heart? No ordinary human being, you may be
+sure. Not Father Santa Claus! He has enough
+to do with distributing the presents after they are
+made; besides, fancy-work is not in a man's line,&mdash;not
+even a saint's! But what so likely as that he
+should have a mate, and that it is to her we are
+indebted for all this? What an immense work-basket
+Mother Santa Claus's must be! What a
+glancing thimble and swift needle and thread!
+Can't you imagine her throwing aside her scissors
+and spool-bag to help the dear saint "tackle up"
+and load the sledge? And who knows but she sits
+behind as he drives over the roofs of the universe
+on the blessed eve, and holds the reins while Santa
+Claus dispenses to favored chimneys the innumerable
+pretty things which he and she have chuckled
+over together months and months before the rest
+of us knew anything about them?</p>
+<p>
+This is not a fact. It can't be proved in any way,
+for none of us knows anything about the Santa
+Clauses or their abode. There is no telegraphing,
+or writing to the selectmen of their town to inquire
+about them; they haven't even a post-office address.
+But admitting it to be a fiction, it is surely
+a pleasant one; so, as the children say, "Let's
+play that it is true," and proceed to see what
+Mother Santa Claus has in her basket for us this
+year. We will first pull out some easy things for the
+benefit of little beginners who are not yet up to all
+the tricks of the needle; then some a little harder
+for the more advanced class; and, at bottom of all,
+big girls not afraid to dive will find plenty of elaborate
+designs suited to their taste and powers.</p>
+<p>
+Here, to begin with, is something nice for papa's
+pocket:</p><br /><br />
+
+
+<h4><span class="sc">A Postage-Stamp Holder</span>.</h4>
+
+<div class="figright">
+<a href="images/050b.jpg"><img src="images/050b-200.jpg" width="200" height="270" alt="STAMP HOLDER" border="0" /></a>
+<p class="center">A POSTAGE-STAMP HOLDER.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p>
+Cut two pieces of perforated board, or of stiff
+morocco, two inches long by one and a half wide,
+and stitch them together, leaving one end open.
+If you choose the board, a little border in cat-stitch
+or feather-stitch should be worked before putting
+the pieces together, and, if you like, an initial in the
+middle of one side. If the morocco is chosen, an
+initial in colored silk will be pretty, and the edges
+should be bound with narrow ribbon, and over-handed
+together.</p>
+<p>
+Cut two other pieces of the material a quarter of
+an inch smaller than the first. Bind the morocco
+with ribbon. Make a fastening at one end with a ribbon
+loop; place the stamps between the two, and slip the
+little envelope thus filled into the outer case, the open end
+down. It fits so snugly that it will not fall out in the
+pocket, and is easily drawn forth by means of the loop
+when papa wants to get at his stamps.</p>
+
+ <p>
+A letter-case for papa's other pocket: This can
+be made either of morocco, oiled silk, or rubber
+cloth. Cut an envelope-shaped piece, about an
+inch larger all round than an ordinary letter envelope.
+Bind the edges, work an initial on one side,
+and for a fastening use a loop of elastic braid.</p>
+<br /><br />
+
+
+<h4><span class="sc">Sand-Bags for Windows</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+These are capital presents for grandmammas
+whose windows rattle in winter weather and let cold
+air in between the sashes. You must measure the
+window, and cut in stout cotton cloth a bag just as
+long as the sash is wide, and about four inches
+across. Stitch this all round, leaving one end<a name="page43" id="page43"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;43]</span>
+open, and stuff it firmly with fine, dry sand. Sew
+up the open end, and slip the bag into an outer
+case of bright scarlet flannel, made just a trifle
+larger than the inner one, so that it may go in
+easily. Lay the sand-bag over the crack between
+the two sashes, and on cold nights, when you are
+asleep, grandmamma will rejoice in the little giver
+of such a comfortable bulwark against the wind.</p><br /><br />
+
+<h4><span class="sc">Rack for Tooth-Brushes, in Rustic-Work</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+This is very simple, but it is pretty as well. Cut
+two straight spruce twigs, each having two or three
+little branches projecting upward at an angle of
+forty-five degrees. These twigs must be as much
+alike in shape as possible. Place them six inches
+apart; lay two cross-twigs across, as you see them
+in the picture, and tie the corners with fine wire,
+or fasten them with tiny pins. Two diagonal braces
+will add to the strength of the rack. Hang it to
+the wall above the wash-stand by a wire or ribbon.
+The tooth-brushes rest on the parallel branches.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<a href="images/051a.jpg"><img src="images/051a-400.jpg" width="400" height="341" alt="A RACK FOR TOOTH-BRUSHES." border="0" /></a>
+<p class="center">A RACK FOR TOOTH-BRUSHES.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p>
+For further particulars concerning spruce-wood
+work, see <span class="sc">St. Nicholas</span>, Vol. III., pp. 114 and 115.</p><br /><br />
+
+
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 33%;">
+<a href="images/051b.jpg"><img src="images/051b-150.jpg" width="150" height="178" alt="MINIATURE HANGING-SHELVES." border="0" /></a>
+<p class="center">MINIATURE HANGING-SHELVES.
+</p>
+</div>
+
+<h4><span class="sc">Miniature Hanging-Shelves</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+Boys who have learned to use their pocket-knives
+skillfully may make a very pretty set of
+hanging-shelves by taking
+three bits of thin wood (the
+sides of a cigar-box, for instance),
+well smoothed and
+oiled, boring a hole in each
+corner, and suspending them
+with cords, run in, and knotted
+underneath each shelf
+as in the picture. The wood
+should be about eight inches
+long by three wide, and the
+shelves, small as they are, will be found convenient
+for holding many little articles.</p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
+
+
+<h4><span class="sc">Paper-Cutters</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+Another idea for these graduates of the knife is
+this falchion-shaped paper-cutter. It can be made
+of any sort of hard-wood, neatly cut out, rubbed
+smooth with sand-paper, and oiled or varnished.
+It has the advantage that the materials cost almost
+nothing. Suggestions for more elaborate articles
+in wood will be given further on.</p>
+<div class="figcenter">
+<a href="images/051c.jpg"><img src="images/051c-400.jpg" width="400" height="76" alt="A FALCHION-SHAPED PAPER-CUTTER." border="0" /></a>
+<p class="center">A FALCHION-SHAPED PAPER-CUTTER.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="figright">
+<a href="images/051d.jpg"><img src="images/051d-250.jpg" width="250" height="272" alt="A WALL LETTER-HOLDER FOR PAPA." border="0" /></a>
+<p class="center"><span class="sc">A WALL LETTER-HOLDER FOR PAPA</span>.
+</p>
+</div>
+<br /><br /><br /><br />
+<h4><span class="sc">A Wall Letter-Holder</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+This is something which quite a little boy could
+make. Cut out three pieces of thin wood, a foot
+long by six inches wide; smooth and sand-paper
+two of them, bore a hole in each corner and in the
+middle of one side, and fasten them together with
+fine wire, cord, ribbon, or the small brass pins
+which are used for holding manuscripts. The
+pieces should be held a little apart. Cut one end
+of the third piece into some ornamental shape, glue
+it firmly to the back of one of the others, and suspend
+it from the wall by a hole bored in the top.
+It will be found a useful thing to hold letters or
+pamphlets. A clever boy could make this much
+handsomer by cutting a pattern over the front, or
+an initial, or monogram, or name in the middle.
+The wood should be oiled or shellacked.</p>
+<br /><br />
+
+
+<h4><span class="sc">Shoe-Cases</span>.</h4>
+<div class="figleft">
+<a href="images/052-1.jpg"><img src="images/052-1-300.jpg" width="300" height="126" alt=" A SHOE-CASE FOR TRAVELING." border="0" /></a>
+<p class="center">A SHOE-CASE FOR TRAVELING.</p>
+</div><br />
+<p>
+These cases are meant to take the place of paper
+when shoes are to be wrapped up to go in a trunk.
+They are made of brown crash, bound with red
+worsted braid. One end is pointed so as to turn<a name="page44" id="page44"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;44]</span>
+over and button down, or the top has strings over
+the braid to tie the mouth up. There should be
+three or four made at a time, as each holds but one
+pair of shoes; and you will find that mamma or
+your unmarried aunts will like them very much.</p>
+<br /><br /><br />
+
+<h4><span class="sc">Skate-Bags</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+A nice present for a skating boy&mdash;and what boy
+does not skate?&mdash;is a bag made much after the
+pattern of the shoe-case just described, only larger
+and wider, and of stouter material. Water-proof
+cloth or cassimere is best. Sew it very strongly,
+and attach a string of wide braid, or a strong elastic
+strap, that the bag may be swung over the shoulders.
+A big initial letter cut out in red flannel and button-holed
+on will make a pretty effect.</p><br /><br />
+
+<div class="figright">
+<a href="images/052-3.jpg"><img src="images/052-3-300.jpg" width="300" height="351" alt="A SCALLOP-SHELL ALBUM." border="0" /></a>
+<p class="center">A SCALLOP-SHELL ALBUM.</p>
+</div><br /><br /><br /><br />
+
+<h4><span class="sc">A Scallop-Shell Album</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+Young folks who are fortunate enough to have a
+pair of good-sized scallop-shells (picked up, perhaps,
+at the sea-side during the last summer vacation),
+can make a very pretty little autograph
+album in this way:</p>
+
+<p>
+Take a pair of well-mated scallop-shells. Clean
+them with brush and soap. When dry, paint them
+with the white of egg to bring out the colors, and
+let them dry again. Now insert between the shells
+a dozen or more pages of writing-paper, cut of the
+same shape and size as the shells, and very neatly
+scalloped around the edges. Then secure the whole
+loosely, as shown in the picture, by means of a
+narrow ribbon passed through two holes previously
+bored in the shells. Of course, holes also must be
+pierced in the sheets of paper to correspond with
+those in the shells.</p><br /><br /><br /><br />
+
+
+
+
+<div class="figright">
+<a href="images/052-2.jpg"><img src="images/052-2-150.jpg" width="150" height="314" alt="A LITTLE NUN." border="0" /></a>
+<p class="center">A LITTLE NUN.</p>
+</div>
+
+<h4><span class="sc">A Little Nun</span>.</h4>
+
+<div class="figleft">
+<a href="images/053-1.jpg"><img src="images/053-1-300.jpg" width="300" height="297" alt="DIAGRAMS FOR MAKING THE LITTLE NUN." border="0" /></a>
+<p class="center">DIAGRAMS FOR MAKING THE LITTLE NUN.</p>
+</div>
+<p>
+This droll figure is cut out in black and white
+paper. Fastened at the end of a wide ribbon, it
+would make an odd and pretty book-mark. The
+black paper should be dull black, though the glossy will
+answer if no other can be procured. Fig. 1 of the diagrams
+is cut in white, a rosary and cross being put in with pen
+and ink, and is folded in the middle by the dotted lines,
+the head and arms being afterward folded over, as indicated.
+Figs. 2, 3, 4, 5 and 6 are cut in black and pasted
+into place, leaving a narrow white border to the bonnet,
+a mite of white band at the end of the sleeve, and a suggestion
+of snowy stocking above the shoe. Fig. 6, cut
+double, forms a book, which can be pasted to look
+as if held in the hand.</p>
+<br /><br />
+
+<h4><span class="sc">Bean-Bag Cases</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+Are there any of you who do not know the game
+of bean-bags? It is capital exercise for rainy days,
+besides being very good fun, and we would advise
+all of you who are not familiar with it to make a set
+at once. Usually, there are four bags to a set, but
+any number of persons from two to eight can play
+at bean-bags. Each player holds two, flinging to
+his opponent the one in his right hand, and rapidly
+shifting the one in his left to the right, so as to
+leave the left hand free to catch the bag which is
+thrown at him. A set of these bags would be a
+nice present for some of you little girls to make for
+your small brothers; and there are various ways
+of ornamenting the bags gayly and prettily. The
+real bags must first be made of stout ticking, over-handed
+strongly all round, and filled (not too full)
+with white baking-beans. Over these are drawn
+covers of flannel, blue or scarlet, and you can work
+an initial in white letters or braid on each, or make<a name="page45" id="page45"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;45]</span>
+each of the four bags of a different color&mdash;yellow,
+blue, red, green; anything but black, which is
+hard to follow with the eye, or white, which soils
+too soon to be desirable.</p>
+<br /><br />
+
+<h4><span class="sc">Baby's Shoes in Cashmere</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+Babies who can't walk are particularly hard on
+their shoes! We once heard of one who "wore
+out" nine pairs in two months! In these circumstances,
+it seems very desirable to have a home
+shoe-maker, and not have to frequent the shops too
+often; so we will tell you of an easy kind, which
+almost any little sister can make. You must take
+an old morocco shoe which fits, and cut out the
+shape in paper, first the sole, and then the upper.
+Then cut the same shape in merino or cashmere,
+line the little sole with Canton flannel or
+silk, and bind it with very narrow ribbon.
+Line and bind the upper in the same
+way, and feather-stitch round the top and
+down both sides of the opening in front;
+sew on two ends of ribbon to tie round
+the ankle, and the shoe is done. It will
+look very pretty on baby's pink foot, and
+he will thank you for your gift in his
+own way, by kicking his toes joyfully,
+and getting the shoes into his mouth as
+soon as possible.</p><br /><br />
+
+
+<h4><span class="sc">A Hemlock Pillow</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+It is rather late in the year to make
+these pillows, but you can try them for
+next Christmas.  They must be prepared for
+beforehand by gathering and drying a quantity of
+the needles of the hemlock, the fine ones from the
+ends of the young shrubs being the best. Make
+a large square bag of cotton, stuff it full of the
+needles, and inclose it in an outer case of soft thick
+silk or woolen stuff. The one from which we take
+our description had "R�ve du for�t" embroidered
+on it in dull yellow floss, and we don't believe any
+one could help dreaming of the forest who laid a
+cheek on the pillow and smelled the mingled spice
+and sweetness of its aromatic contents.</p><br /><br />
+
+
+<h4><span class="sc">Sachets for Linen-Closets</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+If you have any old-fashioned lavender growing
+in your garden, you can easily make a delightful
+sachet for mamma to lay among her sheets and
+pillow-cases in the linen-closet, by cutting a square
+bag of tarletane or Swiss muslin, made as tastefully
+as you please, and stuffing it full of the flowers.
+Another delightful scent is the <i>mellilotte</i>, or sweet
+clover, which grows wild in many parts of the
+country, and has, when dried, a fragrance like that
+of the tonquin-bean, only more delicate.</p><br /><br />
+
+
+<div class="figleft">
+<a href="images/053-2.jpg"><img src="images/053-2-300.jpg" width="300" height="182" alt="A TISSUE-PAPER MAT." border="0" /></a>
+<p class="center">A TISSUE-PAPER MAT.</p>
+</div>
+<h4><span class="sc">Tissue-Paper Mats</span>.</h4>
+
+<p>
+We like to be able to tell you about these mats,
+for they cost almost nothing at all, and are so
+simple that any little boy or girl can make them.
+All the material needed for them is three sheets of
+tissue-paper,&mdash;a light shade, a medium shade, and
+a dark shade, or, if you like, they can also be made
+of one solid color, but are not quite so pretty then.
+Cut a piece of each color nine inches square, fold
+it across, and then across again, so as to form a
+small square, and then fold from point to point.
+Lay on it a pattern, like the first diagram on next
+page, and cut the tissue paper according to the lines
+of the pattern. Opening the paper, you will find
+it a circle, with the edge pointed in scallops. Now
+take a common hair-pin, bend its points over that
+they may not tear the paper, slip it in turn over each
+point, as shown in the diagram, and draw it down,
+<i>crinkling</i> the paper into a sort of double scallop.
+(The second diagram on next page will explain this<a name="page46" id="page46"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;46]</span>
+process.) Treat your three rounds in this way, lay
+them over each other like a pile of plates, stick a
+small pin in the middle to hold them, set a goblet
+upon them, and gently arrange the crinkled edges
+about its base, so as to give a full ruffled effect, like
+the petals of a dahlia, although less stiff and regular.
+These mats are exceedingly pretty.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width:40%">
+<a href="images/054b.jpg"><img src="images/054b-252.jpg" width="252" height="450" alt="DIAGRAM SHOWING THE MANNER OF CRIMPING EACH SCALLOP OF THE PAPER MAT OVER A HAIR-PIN." border="0" /></a>
+<p class="center">DIAGRAM SHOWING THE MANNER OF CRIMPING EACH SCALLOP OF THE
+PAPER MAT OVER A HAIR-PIN.</p>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width:40%">
+<a href="images/054a.jpg"><img src="images/054a-265.jpg" width="265" height="450" alt="DIAGRAM FOR PAPER MAT, SHOWING MODE OF FOLDING AND SHAPING." border="0" /></a>
+<p class="center">DIAGRAM FOR PAPER MAT, SHOWING MODE OF FOLDING AND SHAPING.</p>
+</div>
+<br clear="all" /><br /><br />
+<h4><span class="sc">A Work Basket in Vanilla Grass</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+If any of you live where the sweet-scented vanilla
+grass grows plentifully, you can make a delicious
+little basket by drying the long wiry blades, braiding
+them in strands of three, tying the ends firmly
+together to make a long braid, and coiling and sewing
+as in straw plaiting. Two circles the size of a
+dessert plate should be prepared, one for the bottom
+of the basket, and the other for the top of the lid
+(the latter a trifle the larger). Then draw the braid
+tighter, and form a rim to each about two inches
+deep. The lid, which is separate, fits over the
+bottom, and the scent of the grass will impart
+itself to everything kept in the basket.</p>
+
+<br /><br /><hr class="short" /><br /><br /><br />
+<p>
+So much for the dear little people. Our next
+dip into Mother Santa Claus's basket brings out a
+big handful for girls (and boys) who are a trifle
+older,&mdash;say from twelve to fifteen.</p><br /><br />
+
+<h4><span class="sc">Hair-Pin Holders</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+On the next page is a picture of the hair-pin holder
+when finished; and above it you will find a diagram
+of it when cut out and not yet put in shape. It is
+cut, as you will observe, in one piece. The material
+is perforated card-board, either white or "silver."
+The dotted lines show where to fold it.</p>
+<p>
+A, A and B, B are lapped outside the end pieces,
+D, D, and held in place by stitches of worsted, long
+below and very short above, where the sides join.
+A little border is worked in worsted at top and
+bottom before the sides are joined. The inside is
+stuffed with curled hair, and topped with a little
+cover crocheted or knit in worsted&mdash;plain ribbing
+or the tufted crochet, just as you prefer.
+A cord and a small worsted tassel at either
+end complete it, and it is a convenient little thing<a name="page47" id="page47"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;47]</span>
+to hang or stand on mamma's or sister's toilet-table.
+It will be an easy matter to enlarge the
+pattern, if this hair-pin holder would be too small.</p>
+
+<div class="figright">
+<a href="images/055b.jpg"><img src="images/055b-300.jpg" width="300" height="255" alt="END OF HAIR-PIN HOLDER WHEN FOLDED." border="0" /></a>
+<p class="center">END OF HAIR-PIN HOLDER WHEN FOLDED.</p>
+
+</div>
+
+<div class="figleft">
+<a href="images/055a.jpg"><img src="images/055a-343.jpg" width="343" height="255" alt="PATTERN OF HAIR-PIN HOLDER." border="0" /></a>
+<p class="center">PATTERN OF HAIR-PIN HOLDER.</p>
+</div>
+<br clear="all" />
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<a href="images/055c.jpg"><img src="images/055c-500.jpg" width="500" height="230" alt="A HAIR-PIN HOLDER." border="0" /></a>
+<p class="center">A HAIR-PIN HOLDER.</p>
+</div>
+<br /><br /><br /><br />
+
+<h4><span class="sc">A Crib-Blanket for Baby</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+The prettiest and simplest crib-blanket
+which we have seen of late, was made of thick
+white flannel, a yard wide, and a yard and
+a quarter long. Across each end were basted
+two rows of scarlet worsted braid, four
+inches apart, and between the two a row
+of bright yellow braid. These were cat-stitched
+down on both edges with black worsted, and
+between them were rows of feather-stitching
+in blue. Above, in each corner, was a small
+wheel made of rows of feather-stitch&mdash;black, red,
+yellow and blue. Nothing could be easier to make,
+but the effect was extremely gay and bright, and
+we advise some of you who are lucky enough to
+"belong to a baby" to try it.</p><br /><br />
+
+<h4><span class="sc">Another Baby's Blanket</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+For this you must buy a real blanket&mdash;one of the
+small ones which come for use in a baby's crib.
+Those with blue stripes and a narrow binding of
+blue silk are prettiest for the purpose. Baste a
+narrow strip of canvas between the stripes and the
+binding, and with blue saddler's silk doubled, work
+in cross-stitch a motto, so arranged that it can be
+read when the top of the blanket is folded back. If
+the stripe is red instead of blue, the motto must
+be in red silk, and it should, of course, have
+reference to the baby. Here are some pretty
+ones in various languages: "<i>Nun guten ruh, die
+augen zu</i>" (Now go to sleep, and shut your eyes).
+"<i>Cap-�-pie</i>" (From head to foot).  "<i>Ad ogni
+ucello, suo nido � bello</i>" (To every bird its own
+nest is beautiful). And here is one in English:</p>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>"Shut little eyes, and shut in the blue;</p>
+<p>Sleep, little baby, God loves you."</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+<p>
+The same idea can be beautifully applied to a pair
+of large blankets, but this is rather a considerable
+gift for young people to undertake.</p><br /><br />
+
+
+
+<h4><span class="sc">Summer Blankets</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+A pair of thin summer blankets, of the kind which
+are scarcely heavier than flannel, can be made very
+pretty by button-holing them all round loosely with
+double zephyr wool in large scallops, and working
+three large initials in the middle of the top end.</p><br /><br />
+
+<h4><span class="sc">A Work-Basket for "Sister</span>."</h4>
+<p>
+For this, you must buy a straw basket, flat in
+shape, and without a handle. It can be round,
+square, oval, or eight-sided, just as you prefer.
+You must also buy a yard of silk or cashmere
+in some pretty color. Line the
+whole basket, first of all cutting
+the shape of the bottom exactly, and fastening
+the lining down with deft stitches, which shall<a name="page48" id="page48"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;48]</span>
+show neither inside nor out. Make four little
+pockets of the stuff (six if the basket is large), draw
+their tops up with elastic cord, and fasten them
+round the sides at equal distances. These are to
+hold spools of silk, tapes, hooks-and-eyes, and such
+small wares, which are always getting into disorder
+in a pocketless basket. Between two of the pockets
+on one side, suspend a small square pincushion, and
+on the other a flat needle-book hung by a loop of
+ribbon. At the opposite ends, between the pockets,
+fasten an emery bag and a sheath of morocco bound
+with ribbon to hold a pair of scissors. Finish the
+top last of all with a quilling of ribbon, and you
+have as dainty and complete a gift as any younger
+sister can wish to make, or any older one receive.
+It will cost time and pains, but is pretty and useful
+enough to repay both.</p><br /><br />
+
+
+<h4><span class="sc">A Fancy Wheelbarrow</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+This cannot be made easily by any boy or girl
+who is not already acquainted with fancy wood-sawing,
+and to such the illustration gives all the
+hint that will be needed. We would simply suggest
+that the body of this barrow is about six inches
+long, that it is lined with crimson silk, and that
+standing upon a dressing-bureau, writing-table, or
+mantel-shelf, it makes a very pretty receiver of
+cards or knick-knacks. Many beautiful Christmas
+gifts can be made by boys or girls owning one of the
+little bracket-saws, which, with books of directions,
+can now be bought in almost any hardware shop.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<a href="images/056.jpg"><img src="images/056-500.jpg" width="500" height="221" alt="A FANCY WHEELBARROW." border="0" /></a>
+<p class="center">A FANCY WHEELBARROW.</p>
+</div>
+<br /><br />
+<p>
+For further particulars on wood-carving, see illustrated
+articles in ST. NICHOLAS, Vol. I., pp. 84,
+215, 346, 592.</p><br /><br />
+
+
+<h4><span class="sc">A Set of Tea-Napkins</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+There hardly could be a nicer gift for a girl to
+make for her mother or married sister than a set
+of tea-napkins, with a large initial letter in white,
+or white and red, embroidered on each. The
+doily should be folded in four, and the letter out-lined
+in lead pencil in the corner of one of the
+quarters. If inked very black on paper, and held
+dry to the window behind the linen, the initial
+is easily traced. The pattern is then run and
+"stuffed" with heavy working-cotton, and the letter
+embroidered in finer cotton. Another nice gift
+is a long fringed towel, with three very large letters
+in white, or blue, or crimson, worked half-way
+between the middle and the side edge. Folded
+over lengthwise, it is a convenient thing to lay on
+a bureau-top or the front of a sideboard, and the
+large colored letters make it ornamental as well.
+Patterns of initials can be bought in any fancy shop.
+If desired, they can be bought already worked, requiring
+only to be transferred to the napkin.</p><br /><br />
+
+
+<h4><span class="sc">Napkin-Bands</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+Any of you who have mastered cross-stitch, and
+learned to follow a pattern, will find these bands
+easy enough to make. Their use is to fasten a
+napkin round a child's neck at dinner, and take the
+place of that disobliging "pin," which is never at
+hand when wanted. You must cut a strip of Java
+canvas, two inches wide by a foot long; overcast
+the edges, and work on it some easy little vine in
+worsted, or a Grecian pattern, or, if you like, a
+short motto, such as "More haste, worse speed."
+Line the strip with silk, turn in the edges, overhand
+them, and finish the ends with two of those
+gilt clasps which are used to loop
+up ladies' dresses.</p>
+<br /><br />
+
+
+<h4><span class="sc">A Rustic Vase</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+It is very easy to get the material
+out of which this vase is made.
+You need only go to your wood-pile,
+or, if you have none, to the
+wood-pile of a neighbor. Choose
+a round stick four inches in diameter
+and eight or ten inches long,
+with a smooth bark. If you find
+the stick, and it is too long, you can
+easily saw off an end. Now comes
+the difficult part of the work: The inside of the
+stick must be scooped out to within four inches of
+the bottom. The easiest way of accomplishing this
+will be to send it to a turning-mill if there is one at
+hand; if not, patience and a jack-knife will in the
+end prevail. Next, with a little oil-color, paint a
+pretty design on the bark, if you can,&mdash;trailing-arbutus,
+partridge berry, sprays of linnea,&mdash;any
+wood thing which can be supposed to cluster naturally
+round a stump. Set the stump in a flower-pot
+saucer, filled with earth, and planted with
+mosses and tiny ferns; fit a footless wine or champagne
+glass, or a plain cup, into the hollow end,
+and, with a bunch of grasses and wild flowers, or
+autumn leaves, you have a really exquisite vase,
+prettier than any formal article bought in a shop,<a name="page49" id="page49"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;49]</span>
+and costing little more than time and patience, with a touch of that rare thing&mdash;taste! which, after all,
+is not so very rare as some people imagine. Any friend will prize such a vase of your own making.</p><br /><br />
+
+
+<h4><span class="sc">A Table-Cover</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+A really charming cover for a small table can be made in this way: Cut a square&mdash;or oblong,
+as the case may be&mdash;of that loosely woven linen which is used for glass-towels, making it
+about four inches larger all round than the table it is meant to fit. Pale yellow or brown
+is the best color to select. Ravel the edges into a fringe two inches deep; then, beginning
+two inches within the edge, draw the linen threads all round in a band an inch
+and three-quarters wide. Lace the plain space thus left with dark-red ribbon
+of the same width, woven in and out in regular spaces, and at each corner
+tie the ribbon in a graceful knot with drooping ends.</p><br /><br />
+
+
+<h4><span class="sc">Another Table-Cover</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+This cover is made of pale-brown Turkish toweling. Cut a piece
+of the size to suit your table, and baste all round it, first a row of
+scarlet worsted braid, then of olive, then of yellow, leaving spaces
+each an inch and a half wide between the rows. Cat-stitch the
+braids down on both edges with saddlers' silk, and feather-stitch
+between them in silks, choosing colors which harmonize,
+and turning the whole into a wide stripe brilliant
+and soft at the same time. The choice and
+placing of the colors will be excellent practice for
+your eye, and after a little while you will be
+able to tell, as soon as a couple of inches
+are done, if you are putting the right tint
+into the right place. It is infinitely
+more interesting to feel your way thus through a piece of work
+than to follow any set pattern, however pretty, and it is
+far more cultivating to the taste.</p><br /><br />
+
+<div class="figright1">
+<a href="images/057.jpg">
+<img src="images/057-357-01.jpg" class="bellright" border="0" alt="A PAPER TRANSPARENCY." />
+<img src="images/057-357-02.jpg" class="bellright" border="0" alt="" />
+<img src="images/057-357-03.jpg" class="bellright" border="0" alt="" />
+<img src="images/057-357-04.jpg" class="bellright" border="0" alt="" />
+<img src="images/057-357-05.jpg" class="bellright" border="0" alt="" />
+<img src="images/057-357-06.jpg" class="bellright" border="0" alt="" />
+<img src="images/057-357-07.jpg" class="bellright" border="0" alt="" />
+<img src="images/057-357-08.jpg" class="bellright" border="0" alt="" />
+<img src="images/057-357-09.jpg" class="bellright" border="0" alt="" />
+<img src="images/057-357-10.jpg" class="bellright" border="0" alt="" />
+<img src="images/057-357-11.jpg" class="bellright" border="0" alt="" />
+<img src="images/057-357-12.jpg" class="bellright" border="0" alt="" />
+<img src="images/057-357-13.jpg" class="bellright" border="0" alt="" />
+<img src="images/057-357-14.jpg" class="bellright" border="0" alt="" />
+<img src="images/057-357-15.jpg" class="bellright" border="0" alt="" />
+<img src="images/057-357-16.jpg" class="bellright" border="0" alt="" />
+<img src="images/057-357-17.jpg" class="bellright" border="0" alt="" />
+<img src="images/057-357-18.jpg" class="bellright" border="0" alt="" />
+<img src="images/057-357-19.jpg" class="bellright" border="0" alt="" />
+<img src="images/057-357-20.jpg" class="bellright" border="0" alt="" />
+<img src="images/057-357-21.jpg" class="bellright" border="0" alt="" />
+<img src="images/057-357-22.jpg" class="bellright" border="0" alt="" />
+<img src="images/057-357-23.jpg" class="bellright" border="0" alt="" />
+<img src="images/057-357-24.jpg" class="bellright" border="0" alt="" />
+<img src="images/057-357-25.jpg" class="bellright" border="0" alt="" />
+<img src="images/057-357-26.jpg" class="bellright" border="0" alt="" />
+<img src="images/057-357-27.jpg" class="bellright" border="0" alt="" />
+<img src="images/057-357-28.jpg" class="bellright" border="0" alt="" />
+</a>
+<br /><br /><br /><br />
+
+<h4><span class="sc">A Paper Transparency</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+Take a piece of white, or tinted, or
+silver paper, exactly ten and a half inches
+square. Fold it double diagonally. Fold it
+double again. Fold it double once more.</p>
+<p>
+You will now have a triangular-shaped form of
+eight thicknesses. Now lay this folded piece on a
+pine table, or on a smooth piece of pine board. Next,
+lay evenly over it, so that it will fit exactly, the "pattern
+of transparency," or an exact tracing from it. When so placed,
+secure them firmly to the board by pins driven in at each corner.
+Now, with a very sharp pen-knife follow and cut <i>through to the
+board</i> the lines of the pattern, so as to cut out all the portions that
+show black in the design. When this is all done, pull out the pins,
+open your folded paper, and you will have a square form beautifully
+figured in open-work. It should be laid between two sheets of white paper
+and carefully pressed with a hot iron, and then it can be lined with black or
+fancy tissue paper, and hung against a pane in the window as a "transparency;"
+or you may use it as a picture-frame, inserting an engraving or photograph in the center.</p>
+<p>
+The original, from which our pattern is taken, was cut during the late war by a young
+Union soldier while in Libby prison.</p>
+</div>
+
+<h4><span class="sc">Shawl-Bags</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+These bags are capital things to save a shawl from the dust of a journey, and, if of good size,
+can be made to serve a useful purpose by packing into them dressing materials, etc., for which
+there is not room in your hand-bag. The best material for them is stout brown Holland. Cut two
+round end-pieces eight inches in diameter and a piece half a yard wide by twenty-four inches long.<a name="page50" id="page50"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;50]</span>
+Stitch these together, leaving the straight seam
+open nearly all the way across, and bind its edges
+and the edges of the end-pieces with worsted braid
+(maroon or dark brown), put on with a machine.
+Close the opening with five buttons and button-holes.
+Bind with braid a band of the Holland two
+inches wide, and fasten it over the button-holed
+side, leaving a large loop in the middle to carry
+the bag by.</p>
+<p>
+By way of ornament you may embroider three
+large letters in single-stitch on the side, using
+worsted of the color of the braid, or may put a
+pattern down either side of the opening and round
+the ends in braiding, or a braided medallion with
+initials in the center.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width:50%">
+<a href="images/058a.jpg"><img src="images/058a-150.jpg" width="150" height="447" alt="JAPANESE HANGING-BASKET OF STRAW AND SILK." border="0" /></a>
+<p class="center">JAPANESE HANGING-BASKET OF STRAW AND SILK.</p>
+</div><br /><br /><br /><br />
+<h4><span class="sc">A Japanese Basket for Grandmother</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+You will never guess what the top of this droll
+little basket is made of, unless we tell you. It is
+one of those Japanese cuffs of brown straw
+which can be bought nowadays for a small price at
+any of the Japanese shops. You may embroider a little
+pattern over it&mdash;diagonally, if you wish to make
+it look very Japanese-y; line it with silk or satin,
+and fasten a small bag of the same material to the
+bottom, drawn up with a ribbon bow or a tassel.
+A band of wide ribbon is sewed to the top. Grandmamma
+will find this just the thing to hang on her
+arm for holding her knitting-ball,
+or the knitting itself if she wishes to lay
+it aside. This sort of basket also is useful as a
+"catch-all" when hung at the side of a dressing-bureau.</p>
+
+
+
+<div class="figright">
+<a href="images/058b.jpg"><img src="images/058b-150.jpg" width="150" height="421" alt="A CATCH-ALL MADE OF PERFORATED PAPER." border="0" /></a>
+<p class="center">A CATCH-ALL MADE OF PERFORATED PAPER.</p>
+</div>
+<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
+
+<h4><span class="sc">A Catch-All, Made from a Single Square</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+This is very pretty, and very easily made. Take
+a piece of silver (or gold) perforated paper, eight
+inches square, and ornament it with worsted or
+silk, as in the diagram, all in one direction. To
+make the cornucopia, it is only necessary to join
+any two edges (as A and B) by first binding each
+with ribbon and then sewing them together. Line
+with silk, and put box-plaiting at the top. A
+worsted tassel might be put at the top (in front) as
+well as at the bottom, and a loop at C.</p>
+
+
+<p>
+If silver paper is used, the trimmings would better
+be all red. All blue would look well with gold
+paper. But the colors may be varied according to
+taste. If your friend is a brunette, you will find that
+he or she will be most pleased with the red, while
+a blonde will prefer blue.</p>
+<div class="figright">
+<a href="images/058c.jpg"><img src="images/058c-150.jpg" width="150" height="158" alt="DIAGRAM OF PATTERN TO BE WORKED ON PERFORATED PAPER FOR A CATCH-ALL." border="0" /></a>
+<p class="center">DIAGRAM OF PATTERN TO BE WORKED ON PERFORATED PAPER FOR A CATCH-ALL.</p>
+</div>
+
+<br clear="all" /><br /><br />
+
+<div class="figright">
+<a href="images/059a.jpg"><img src="images/059a-150.jpg" width="150" height="259" alt="DIAGRAM OF WALL-POCKET." border="0" /></a>
+<p class="center">DIAGRAM OF WALL-POCKET.</p>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width:40%">
+<a href="images/058d.jpg"><img src="images/058d-300.jpg" width="300" height="316" alt="WALL-POCKET OF SPLITS." border="0" /></a>
+<p class="center">WALL-POCKET OF SPLITS.</p>
+</div>
+
+<h4><span class="sc">A Wall-Pocket of Splits</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+Splits, or cigar-lighters as they are sometimes
+called, are to be had at any of the fancy shops.
+They are an inch wide and about seven inches
+long, and come in various shades of brown and
+
+<a name="page51" id="page51"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;51]</span>
+straw color, and their flexibility makes it easy to
+weave them in and out like basket-work. For the
+wall-pocket you must weave two squares, each containing
+six splits each way, but one made larger
+than the other, as seen in the picture. A few
+stitches in cotton of the same color will hold the
+strips in place. Line the smaller of the squares with
+silk, and lay it across the face of the other in such
+a way that the four points shall make a diamond,
+touching the middle of each side of the square.
+Fasten it to the wall by two of the splits crossed
+and united by a bow of ribbons, and fill the pocket
+with dried autumn leaves and ferns gracefully arranged.</p>
+
+
+
+<br /><br />
+
+<h4><span class="sc">Silhouette Likenesses</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+This is rather a Christmas game than a present,
+but will answer well for either; and young folks
+can get much fun out of an evening spent in "taking"
+each other. Each in turn must stand so as to cast
+a sharp profile shadow on the wall, to which is previously
+pinned, white side out, a large sheet of paper, known as silhouette
+paper, black on one side and white on the other.
+Somebody draws the outline of this shadow <i>exactly</i> with a
+pencil; it is then cut out and pasted neatly, black side up,
+on a sheet of white paper. Good and expressive likenesses
+are often secured, and droll ones <i>very</i> often.
+Try it, some of you, in the long evenings which are coming.</p><br /><br />
+
+
+<div class="figright">
+<a href="images/059b.jpg"><img src="images/059b-300.jpg" width="300" height="306" alt="A LEAF PEN-WIPER." border="0" /></a>
+<p class="center">A LEAF PEN-WIPER.</p>
+</div><br /><br /><br /><br />
+
+<h4><span class="sc">A Leaf Pen-Wiper</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+Your pattern for this must be a beech-leaf again,&mdash;a
+<i>long</i> one this time,&mdash;or you may trace the shape
+from the illustration. Outline the shape as before,
+and from the model thus secured cut six leaves in
+flannel&mdash;two green, two brown, and two red, or
+red, white and blue, or any combination you like.
+Snip the edge of each leaf into very tiny points,
+and chain-stitch veins upon it with gold-colored
+floss. Attach these leaves together by the upper
+ends, arranging under them three triply pointed
+leaves of black broadcloth or silk to receive the ink,
+and finish the top with a small bow of ribbon.</p>
+<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
+
+
+<h4><span class="sc">A Birds'-Nest Pen-Wiper</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+Girls are always trying to find something which
+they can make to delight their papas, and a gay little
+pen-wiper with fresh uninked leaves rarely comes
+amiss to a man who likes an orderly writing-table.
+Here is a pretty one which is easily made. For the
+pattern you may borrow a moderately large beech-leaf
+from the nearest tree (or botanical work); lay
+it down on paper, pencil the outline and cut it out
+neatly. Repeat this six or eight times in black cloth
+or velvet, and sew the leaves round a small oval
+or circle of black cloth. Knit and ravel out a quantity
+of yellow worsted or floss silk, and with it construct
+a nest in the center of the oval, putting a hen into the nest.
+This hen may be made of canton flannel, stuffed with
+cotton-wool and painted in water color, with a comb of
+red flannel, two black beads for eyes, and a tuft of
+feathers by way of tail. But better still and much
+easier, buy one of the droll little Japanese chicks
+which can be had at the shops now for twenty or
+twenty-five cents, and fasten it in the middle of the
+nest. Three plain circles of cloth are fastened
+underneath for wiping the pens.</p>
+
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width:40%">
+<a href="images/059c.jpg"><img src="images/059c-300.jpg" width="300" height="220" alt="A JAPANESE PEN-WIPER." border="0" /></a>
+<p class="center">A JAPANESE PEN-WIPER.</p>
+</div><br /><br /><br /><br />
+
+<h4><span class="sc">Japanese Pen-Wiper</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+A nice little pen-wiper can be made by cutting
+three circles of black cloth, snipping the edges or<a name="page52" id="page52"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;52]</span>
+button-holing them with colored silk, and standing
+in the middle one of the droll little Japanese birds
+just mentioned. Of course it should be secured
+firmly at the feet. There are long-legged birds
+and short-legged ones. A tiny stork is very pretty.</p>
+<br /><br /><br />
+
+<div class="figright">
+<a href="images/060.jpg"><img src="images/060-250.jpg" width="250" height="456" alt="A JAPANESE PEN-WIPER." border="0" /></a>
+<p class="center">A JAPANESE PEN-WIPER.</p>
+</div><br />
+
+<h4><span class="sc">Bleached Grasses</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+Some of you who have been pressing autumn
+leaves for winter use may like to hear of a new way
+of bleaching grasses to mix with them. The process
+is exceedingly simple. Take a few of the grasses
+in your hand at a time, dip them into a pan of water,
+shake gently, dip into a pan of sifted flour, and again
+shake gently. All the superfluous flour will fall off, but
+enough will remain to make the grasses snowy-white.
+When dry it is perfectly firm, and you would never
+guess what process produced the effect. A bunch of these
+white grasses in a coral-red basket is a vivid object.</p>
+<p>
+Colored grasses, to our thinking, are not half so
+pretty as the same grasses when left in their own soft
+natural browns and yellows. Still, as some people like
+them, we will just mention that the same process
+can be used for them as for the white grass, by mixing
+with small portions of flour, a little dry paint powder,
+vermilion, green, etc. A bunch of the deep red mixed
+with the bleached grass has a gay and uncommon effect.</p>
+
+<br /><br />
+<h4><span class="sc">A Nub� in Two Colors</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+A novelty in knitting is a nub� in Shetland wool of
+two colors&mdash;pink or crimson or blue with white.
+The skeins are opened, and the two strands, laid
+side by side, are wound double in a large ball. The
+nub� is then knit in the usual way with large
+needles and common garter-stitch, and is very fine.</p>
+
+<br /><br />
+<h4><span class="sc">Lamp Shades</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+Plain white porcelain lamp-shades, such as are
+used on the German student-lamps, look well when
+decorated with wreaths of autumn leaves put on
+with mucilage. We read lately in the <i>Tribune</i>
+that leaves treated with extract of chlorophyl became
+transparent. This would be a fine experiment
+for some of you to try, and a garland of the
+transparent leaves would be much more beautiful
+around a shade than the ordinary dried ones.</p>
+<p>
+There are other styles of lamp-shades that can
+be made with little difficulty, for instance: A
+very pretty shade is easily formed by cutting in
+thin drawing-board fine scalloped sections, which,
+tied together with narrow ribbon, take the form
+of a shade. Leaves are glued to the under side of
+these, and a lining of thin tissue-paper is pasted on to
+hold them in place. Still another is made in the same
+way, with doubled sections of card-board, between each
+pair of which is laid a steel engraving or wood-cut, or
+an unmounted photograph. The pictures are invisible
+till the lamp is lighted: then they gleam forth with
+something of the soft glow of a porcelain transparency.</p>
+<br /><br />
+
+<h4><span class="sc">A Glove-Box</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+In any of the fancy shops you can now buy the slender
+frames of silvered tin on which these boxes are made.
+Cut out double pieces of pale-tinted silk to fit the
+top, bottom, sides and ends, and quilt each separately
+with an interlining of cotton batting, on which sachet-powder
+has been lightly sprinkled. Slip the pieces
+between the double rods of the frame, sew over and
+over, and finish with a plaited satin ribbon all
+round, adding a neat little loop and bow to lift the lid.</p>
+<p>
+The small tin boxes in which fancy biscuits are
+sold can be utilized for glove-boxes, covered as you
+choose on the outside, and lined with wadded silk.</p>
+<br /><br />
+
+
+<h4><span class="sc">Another Glove-Box</span>.</h4>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<a href="images/061a.jpg"><img src="images/061a-500.jpg" width="500" height="239" alt="SILK GLOVE-BOX." border="0" /></a>
+<p class="center">SILK GLOVE-BOX.</p>
+</div>
+<div class="figright" style="width:40%">
+<a href="images/061b.jpg"><img src="images/061b-200.jpg" width="200" height="85" alt="DIAGRAM" border="0" /></a>
+<p class="center">DIAGRAM SHOWING THE MANNER OF TUFTING
+THE LINING OF SILK GLOVE-BOX.</p>
+</div>
+<p>
+This box can be made in very stiff card-board,
+but tin is better if you have the pieces which form its
+shape cut by the tinman, and punched with holes
+in rows an inch and a half apart. If you use card-board,
+you must punch your own holes, measuring
+the places for them with rule and pencil. In either<a name="page53" id="page53"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;53]</span>
+case, you will need the same number of pieces and
+of the same size, namely: two strips one foot long
+and five inches wide, two strips one foot long and
+three inches wide, and two strips five inches long
+and three inches wide. Cover each piece with a
+layer of cotton wadding, sprinkled with sachet
+powder, and a layer of silk or satin of any color you
+prefer. Then catch the silk firmly down through
+the holes in the tin, making long stitches on the
+wrong side, and small cross-stitches on the right,
+so as to form neat regular tufts. A very tiny button
+sewed in each depression has a neat effect.
+When the inside of the box is thus tufted, baste the
+pieces together, cover the outside with black or
+dark silk or satin, embroidered or ornamented in
+any way your fancy may dictate, overhand the
+edges daintily, and neatly finish with a small cord.
+Square boxes made in the same way are pretty
+for pocket-handkerchiefs.</p>
+
+
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width:50%">
+<a href="images/061c.jpg"><img src="images/061c-300.jpg" width="300" height="308" alt="COAL-SCUTTLE PINCUSHION AND NEEDLE BOOK." border="0" /></a>
+<p class="center">COAL-SCUTTLE PINCUSHION AND NEEDLE BOOK.</p><br />
+</div><br /><br /><br />
+<h4><span class="sc">A Coal-Scuttle Pin-Cushion</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+This droll little scuttle is made of black enamel
+cloth, cut according to the diagrams on next page.
+Fig. 1 is cut double and folded over at G. The
+two sides marked B and E in Fig. 1 are bound with
+black galloon; also the two sides marked with the
+same letters in Fig. 2.</p>
+<p>
+Before binding over, cast a bit of wire around the
+top and one around the bottom of the scuttle, and
+bend each into its proper shape. Figs. 3 and 4 are
+bound all round, and sewed over and over to the
+places indicated. Wrap two bits of wire, one four
+inches long and the other an inch and a quarter, with
+black worsted, and insert them through little holes
+made for the purpose to serve as the handles of the
+scuttle; stuff the inside firmly with hair or cotton-wool,
+cover the top with flannel, cut after Fig. 4,
+and button-hole the edges down all round
+with worsted of the color of the flannel. If
+you like to add a needle-book you can do so
+by cutting three leaves of differently colored
+flannels, after the shape of Fig. 4, snipping
+the edges into points, or button-holing
+them, and fastening the leaves to the back
+of the scuttle above the pincushion.</p><br />
+
+<p class="center">DIAGRAMS OF COAL-SCUTTLE PINCUSHION AND NEEDLE-BOOK.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft1">
+<a href="images/062ab.jpg">
+<img src="images/062ab-562-01.jpg" class="chair" border="0" alt="DIAGRAMS OF COAL-SCUTTLE PINCUSHION AND NEEDLE-BOOK." />
+<img src="images/062ab-562-02.jpg" class="chair" border="0" alt="" />
+<img src="images/062ab-562-03.jpg" class="chair" border="0" alt="" />
+<img src="images/062ab-562-04.jpg" class="chair" border="0" alt="" />
+<img src="images/062ab-562-05.jpg" class="chair" border="0" alt="" />
+<img src="images/062ab-562-06.jpg" class="chair" border="0" alt="" />
+<img src="images/062ab-562-07.jpg" class="chair" border="0" alt="" />
+<img src="images/062ab-562-08.jpg" class="chair" border="0" alt="" />
+<img src="images/062ab-562-09.jpg" class="chair" border="0" alt="" />
+<img src="images/062ab-562-10.jpg" class="chair" border="0" alt="" />
+
+</a>
+<p>
+Fig. 1.&mdash;Pattern of Coal-Scuttle Pinchusion.<br />
+Fig. 2.&mdash;Part of Pattern of Coal-Scuttle Pinchusion.<br />
+Fig. 3.&mdash;Bottom of Coal-Scuttle.<br />
+Fig. 4.&mdash;Top of Coal-Scuttle.</p>
+</div>
+
+<br clear="all" />
+
+
+<br /><br />
+
+<h4><span class="sc">A Bit of Plain Work</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+There are notable little sempstresses even
+in these days of machines ("and I am
+thankful to know that there are," says
+Mother Santa Claus) who set their stitches as
+swiftly and as precisely as ever their grandmothers
+did before them, and have the same liking for what
+used to be called "white seam." To such we would
+suggest, what a nice and useful
+Christmas present would be a beautifully
+made under-garment. It need not of necessity be a
+shirt, though in old days no girl was considered
+educated who could not finish one all by herself,
+from cutting out to the last button-hole; but an
+apron or petticoat or dressing-jacket or night-gown,
+over which little fingers had labored deftly and
+lovingly, would, it seems to us, be a most wonderful
+and delightful novelty for mamma or grandmamma
+to find on the Christmas-tree this year.  A set
+of handkerchiefs nicely hemmed and marked (girls
+used to cross-stitch the marks in their own hair!),
+or a soft flannel petticoat, cat-stitched at the seams,
+scalloped with coarse working cotton,&mdash;which grows
+whiter with washing, instead of yellowing like
+silk,&mdash;with three pretty initials on the waistband,
+would be other capital ideas. Try them.</p>
+
+<br /><br />
+<h4><span class="sc">Work Aprons</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+The great convenience of these aprons is that the
+work can be rolled up in them and laid aside for<a name="page54" id="page54"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;54]</span>
+use. They are made of brown Holland trimmed
+with black or blue or crimson worsted braid. Little
+loops of doubled braid ornament the edge, and are
+held in place by a plain row of the braid stitched
+on above them. The lower and largest pocket
+should be made full and drawn up with a cord at
+top, so as to hold rolls of pieces, worsteds and patterns.
+The little pockets are for spools of silk and
+thread, tapes, buttons, and so on.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<a href="images/062b.jpg"><img src="images/062b-500.jpg" width="500" height="332" alt="DIAGRAM OF WORK APRON." border="0" /></a>
+<p class="center">DIAGRAM OF WORK APRON.</p>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<h4><span class="sc">A Leaf Needle-Book</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+For this needle-book you will need the following
+materials: One-eighth of a yard of crimson or
+green velvet, one-eighth of a yard of lining silk to
+match, one-eighth of a yard of fine white flannel,
+two skeins of white silk floss, a bit of Bristol-board,
+and a half yard of narrow ribbon.</p>
+<p>
+Cut in the Bristol-board a couple of leaf-shaped
+pieces like the illustration. Cover each with the
+velvet, turning in the edges neatly, line with the
+silk, and button-hole both together all round with
+white floss. Stitch the veins in the leaves with the
+floss, held tightly, so as to depress the lines a little.
+Cut three leaves of flannel in the same shape, button-hole
+the edges, lay them between the leaves,
+and fasten all together at top with a bow of ribbon.
+A tiny loop and button should be attached to the
+point to hold the needle-book together.</p>
+
+<div class="figright"><br /><br />
+<a href="images/063a.jpg"><img src="images/063a-300.jpg" width="300" height="313" alt="PAD OF LEAF NEEDLE-BOOK." border="0" /></a>
+<p class="center">PAD OF LEAF NEEDLE-BOOK.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="figleft">
+<a href="images/062d.jpg"><img src="images/062d-300.jpg" width="300" height="345" alt="PATTERN OF LEAF NEEDLE-BOOK." border="0" /></a>
+<p class="center">PATTERN OF LEAF NEEDLE-BOOK.</p>
+
+</div><br clear="all" />
+
+<div class="figright">
+<a href="images/063b.jpg"><img src="images/063b-250.jpg" width="250" height="377" alt="PATTERN OF CROSS FOR BOOK MARK." border="0" /></a>
+<p class="center">PATTERN OF CROSS FOR BOOK MARK.</p>
+</div>
+<br /><br /><br />
+<h4><span class="sc">Book-Mark</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+A large lace-like cross hanging from the end of a
+wide ribbon makes a handsome and appropriate
+mark for a big bible or prayer-book. The
+materials cost almost nothing, all that is required
+being a bit of perforated card-board,
+a sharp penknife, and&mdash;patience. Trace the
+form of the cross on the card-board, and outline
+the pattern on one side in pencil. You
+will observe that the one given as illustration
+is made up of small forms many times repeated,
+and this is the case with all patterns
+used for this purpose. The easiest way to outline it
+regularly is to do a square of eight holes at a time,<a name="page55" id="page55"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;55]</span>
+marking the places to be cut, and leaving the uncut
+places white. When all is marked, place on a
+smooth board and cut, following the markings
+exactly with your knife. The work cannot be hurried:
+it must be done slowly and very carefully if
+you hope to succeed.</p><br clear="all" />
+
+ <br /><br /><hr class="short" /><br /><br /><br />
+<p>
+And now we will turn out the more difficult
+things from the bottom of the basket, and you big,
+clever boys and girls who can do what you like
+with your fingers and knives and needles and
+paint-brushes, can take your pick from them.</p>
+
+<br /><br /><hr class="short" /><br /><br /><br />
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width:33%">
+<a href="images/064a.jpg"><img src="images/064a-200.jpg" width="200" height="338" alt="VASE (AUTUMN-LEAF WORK)." border="0" /></a>
+<p class="center">VASE (AUTUMN-LEAF WORK).</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width:33%">
+<a href="images/066b.jpg"><img src="images/066b-200.jpg" width="200" height="342" alt="VASE, PAINTED BLACK AND ORNAMENTED WITH FERNS (AUTUMN-LEAF WORK)." border="0" /></a>
+<p class="center">VASE, PAINTED BLACK AND ORNAMENTED
+WITH FERNS (AUTUMN-LEAF WORK).</p>
+</div>
+
+<h4><span class="sc">Autumn-Leaf Work</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+If you have an old work-box, or desk, or table-top,
+or screen, which has grown shabby, and which
+you would like to renew, we can tell you how to do
+so. First, you must take those generous friends,
+the woods, into your counsel. Gather and press
+every bright, perfect leaf and spray which comes
+in your way this autumn, and every graceful bit of
+vine, and a quantity of small brown and gold-colored
+ferns, and those white feathery ones which have
+blanched in the deep shadows. These ready, paint
+your box, or whatever it is, with solid black, let it
+dry, rub it smooth with fine sand-paper, and repeat
+the process three times. Then glue the leaves
+and ferns on, irregularly scattered, or in regular
+bouquets and wreaths, as suits your fancy. Apply
+a coat of isinglass, dissolved in water, to the whole
+surface, and when that is dry, three coats of copal
+varnish, allowing each to dry before the next is put
+on. The effect is very handsome. And, even
+without painting the objects black, this same style
+of leaf and fern-work can be applied to earthen
+vases, wooden boxes, trays and saucers, for card-receivers.
+For these, you may get some good
+hints from the illustrations on subsequent pages.
+The same illustrations will apply to the "novelties
+in fern-work" given further on.</p><br /><br />
+
+
+<div class="figleft">
+<a href="images/065a.jpg"><img src="images/065a-300.jpg" width="300" height="300" alt="CARD-RECEIVER (AUTUMN-LEAF WORK)." border="0" /></a>
+<p class="center">CARD-RECEIVER (AUTUMN-LEAF WORK).</p>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<div class="figright"><br /><br /><br /><br />
+<a href="images/067.jpg"><img src="images/067-300.jpg" width="300" height="193" alt=" WOODEN BOX, ORNAMENTED WITH FERNS (AUTUMN-LEAF WORK)." border="0" /></a>
+<p class="center"> WOODEN BOX, ORNAMENTED WITH FERNS (AUTUMN-LEAF WORK).</p>
+</div><br clear="all" /><br /><br /><br />
+
+<h4><span class="sc">A Window Transparency</span>.</h4>
+
+<p>
+Another pretty use for autumn leaves is a transparency
+for a window. Arrange a group of the
+leaves upon a pane of glass, lay another pane of
+same size over these, and glue the edges together,
+first with a strip of stout muslin, and then with
+narrow red ribbon, leaving a loop at each upper
+corner to hang it up by. The deep leaf colors
+seen against the light are delightful.</p><br /><br />
+
+<h4><span class="sc">Side-Light Transparencies</span>.</h4>
+
+<p>
+Any of you who happen to live in a house which
+has, like many old houses, a narrow side-light on
+either side of its front-door, and a row of panes
+across the top, can make a pretty effect by preparing
+a series of these transparencies to fit the door-glasses,
+and fastening them on by driving a stout
+tack into the sashes so as to support the four corners
+of each pane. The transparencies could be prepared
+secretly and put into place overnight, or on
+Christmas morning, before any one is up, so as to
+give mother a pleasant surprise as she comes downstairs.</p><br /><br />
+
+
+
+<h4><span class="sc">A Frame of Autumn Leaves</span>.</h4>
+
+<p>
+Procure an oblong bit of tin, eight inches by ten,
+or ten inches by twelve, and have a large oval cut<a name="page56" id="page56"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;56]</span>
+out in the middle. Paint the tin with two coats of
+black, glue a small group of leaves in each corner,
+with a wire spray or tendril to connect them, varnish
+with two coats of copal, and put a small picture behind
+the oval.</p><br /><br />
+
+
+<h4><span class="sc">A Frame of Maiden-Hair</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+Cut a pasteboard frame three inches wide of the size
+you need, and sew thickly all over it little sprays of
+maiden-hair ferns, pressed and dried. It is fastened to
+the wall with a pin at each corner,  and of course
+does not support a glass. The effect of the light fern
+shapes against the wall is very delicate and graceful,
+and unsubstantial as it may seem, the frame lasts a long
+time, especially if, when the maiden-hair first begins to
+curl, the whole is taken down and re-pressed for two or
+three days under a heavy book.</p><br /><br />
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<a href="images/065b.jpg"><img src="images/065b-600.jpg" width="600" height="102" alt="PAPER-CUTTER (NOVELTIES IN FERN-WORK)." border="0" /></a>
+<p class="center">PAPER-CUTTER (NOVELTIES IN FERN-WORK).</p>
+</div>
+
+
+<h4><span class="sc">Novelties in Fern-Work</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+We hope some of you have collected a good supply of
+ferns of the different colors,&mdash;deep
+brown, yellow, green and white,&mdash;for by
+means of a new process you can make something
+really beautiful with them. It requires deft fingers
+and good eyes, but with practice and patience any
+of you could manage it. Supposing it to be a
+table-top which you wish to ornament, you proceed
+as follows: Paint the wood all over with black or
+very dark brown; let it dry, and rub it smooth
+with pumice. Next varnish. And here comes the
+point of the process. <i>While the varnish is wet</i>,
+lay your ferns down upon it, following a design
+which you have arranged clearly in your head, or
+marked beforehand on a sheet of paper. A pin's
+point will aid you to move and place the fragile
+stems, which must not be much handled, and must
+lie perfectly flat, with no little projecting points to
+mar the effect, which when done should be like
+mosaic-work. As soon as the pattern is in place,
+varnish again immediately. The ferns, thus
+inclosed in a double wall of varnish, will keep their
+places perfectly. Next day, when all is dry, varnish
+once more. Small articles of white holly-wood
+decorated in this way are very pretty, and
+a thin china plate with an overlaying of these varnished
+ferns becomes a beautiful and ornamental card-receiver.</p>
+
+
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<a href="images/068.jpg"><img src="images/068-400.jpg" width="400" height="399" alt="TABLE-TOP (NOVELTIES IN FERN-WORK)" border="0" /></a>
+<p class="center">TABLE-TOP (NOVELTIES IN FERN-WORK)</p>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<div class="figleft1">
+<a href="images/064b.jpg">
+<img src="images/064b-362-01.jpg" class="chair" border="0" alt="A SHOE-CHAIR." />
+<img src="images/064b-362-02.jpg" class="chair" border="0" alt="" />
+<img src="images/064b-362-03.jpg" class="chair" border="0" alt="" />
+<img src="images/064b-362-04.jpg" class="chair" border="0" alt="" />
+<img src="images/064b-362-05.jpg" class="chair" border="0" alt="" />
+<img src="images/064b-362-06.jpg" class="chair" border="0" alt="" />
+<img src="images/064b-362-07.jpg" class="chair" border="0" alt="" />
+<img src="images/064b-362-08.jpg" class="chair" border="0" alt="" />
+<img src="images/064b-362-09.jpg" class="chair" border="0" alt="" />
+<img src="images/064b-362-10.jpg" class="chair" border="0" alt="" />
+<img src="images/064b-362-11.jpg" class="chair" border="0" alt="" />
+<img src="images/064b-362-12.jpg" class="chair" border="0" alt="" />
+<img src="images/064b-362-13.jpg" class="chair" border="0" alt="" />
+<img src="images/064b-362-14.jpg" class="chair" border="0" alt="" />
+<img src="images/064b-362-15.jpg" class="chair" border="0" alt="" />
+<img src="images/064b-362-16.jpg" class="chair" border="0" alt="" />
+<img src="images/064b-362-17.jpg" class="chair" border="0" alt="" />
+<img src="images/064b-362-18.jpg" class="chair" border="0" alt="" />
+<img src="images/064b-362-19.jpg" class="chair" border="0" alt="" />
+<img src="images/064b-362-20.jpg" class="chair" border="0" alt="" />
+</a>
+<br />
+<h4><span class="sc">A Shoe-Chair</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+An old cane-seated chair will answer perfectly
+to make this, provided the frame-work is
+strong and good. Cut away the cane and insert in
+its place a stout bag of twilled linen, the size of the
+seat and about ten inches deep. Around this bag
+sew eight pockets, each large enough for a pair of
+shoes. The round pocket left in the middle will
+serve to hold stockings. Have a bit of thin wood<a name="page57" id="page57"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;57]</span>
+cut to fit the seat of the chair; fasten on this a
+cushion covered with cretonne, with a deep frill all
+around (or a narrow frill, provided you prefer to
+fasten the deep ruffle around the chair itself, as
+shown in the picture), and a little loop in front by
+which the seat can be raised like the lid of a box,
+when the shoes are wanted. This chair is really a most
+convenient piece of furniture for a bedroom.</p>
+
+</div>
+<p class="tag" style="text-indent: 3em;">A SHOE-CHAIR, WITH COVER (OR SEAT) REMOVED.</p><br /><br />
+
+
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width:26%">
+<a href="images/064c.jpg"><img src="images/064c-150.jpg" width="150" height="268" alt="PATTERN OF EACH OF THE FOUR SIDES OF SCRAP-BAG." border="0" /></a>
+<p class="center">PATTERN OF EACH OF THE FOUR SIDES OF SCRAP-BAG.</p><br /><br />
+</div>
+
+
+
+<div class="figright" style="width:30%">
+<a href="images/064d.jpg"><img src="images/064d-200.jpg" width="200" height="568" alt="SCRAP-BAG IN TURKISH TOWELING." border="0" /></a>
+<p class="center">SCRAP-BAG IN TURKISH TOWELING.</p>
+</div>
+
+
+<h4><span class="sc">Scrap-Bags in Turkish Toweling</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+These are convenient little affairs.
+Hung on the gas-fixture beside a looking-glass,
+or on a hook above the work-table, they will be
+found just the things to catch odds and ends, such as hair,
+burnt matches, ravelings and shreds of cloth, which are always
+accumulating, and for which many city bedrooms afford
+no receptacle. The materials needed are three-quarters
+of a yard of pale-brown Turkish toweling,
+six yards of red worsted braid, four steel rings (to
+hold the strings), one-eighth of a yard each of blue,
+white, and scarlet cashmere, a skein each of blue,
+red, green, yellow, and black worsted, and a small
+red tassel in chenille or silk.</p>
+<p>
+Cut four pieces of the toweling, twelve inches
+long and six and a half wide, and shape them
+according to diagram.</p>
+<p>
+Bind each around with braid. Cut out a shape
+in cashmere of the three colors laid one over the
+other, and button-hole it on with worsted, contrasting
+the shades in as gay and marked a manner as
+possible. In the design given, A is white cashmere,
+B red, and C blue. A is button-holed with green,
+B with black, and C with yellow. B is chain-stitched
+in blue and white lines, C feather-stitched
+in white and yellow. The daisy-like flower above
+is white, with a yellow center and a green stem,
+and the long lines of stitching on either side are in
+red and black. Some of these bags are very pretty.</p>
+<p>
+This bag could be simplified by using no cashmere,
+and feather-stitching each quarter diagonally across
+with alternate black, red, and yellow lines.</p><br /><br />
+
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width:26%">
+<a href="images/066a.jpg"><img src="images/066a-150.jpg" width="150" height="489" alt="ANOTHER SCRAP-BAG (SILVER PERFORATED PAPER AND CROCHET-WORK)." border="0" /></a>
+<p class="center">ANOTHER SCRAP-BAG (SILVER PERFORATED PAPER AND CROCHET-WORK).</p>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<h4><span class="sc">Another Scrap-Bag</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+The upper part of this bag is made of silver perforated paper.
+Buy a strip a foot long and six inches wide, and embroider
+it all over in alternate lines of cross and single stitching,
+using single zephyr worsted, blue or rose-colored.
+Cut a piece of stiff card-board of exactly the same size,
+and line it with pink or blue silk to match the worsted. Sew the
+two ends together to form a circle, lay the silver
+paper smoothly over it, stitch down, and trim both
+edges with plaited satin ribbon three-quarters of
+an inch wide.</p>
+<p>
+This is the top of your bag. The bottom is
+crocheted in worsted by the ordinary long stitch,
+and sewed to the silver-paper top piece under the
+satin ribbon. A worsted tassel finishes the lower end.</p><br /><br />
+
+
+<h4><span class="sc">Artistic Embroidery</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+Just here a word to the girls about embroidery.
+In old days, when embroidery was the chief
+occupation of noble dames and demoiselles, the
+needle was used as a paint-brush might be, to
+make a picture of some real thing or some ideal
+occurrence. For instance: the Bayeux tapestry,
+worked in the eleventh century by Matilda, wife<a name="page58" id="page58"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;58]</span>
+of William the Conqueror, and her ladies, is a
+continuous series of pictures, two hundred and
+fourteen feet long by about two feet wide, which
+represent scenes in the invasion and conquest of
+England. Old as it is, the colors are still undimmed
+and brilliant. Even so lately as the last century,
+ladies designed their own patterns, and embroidered
+court dresses and trimmings with flowers
+and birds copied from nature. But for many
+years back fancy-work has degenerated into the
+following of set models, without exercising any
+"fancy" of one's own at all. Now the old method
+is come into fashion again, and it means so
+much more, and is so vastly more interesting
+than copying a cut-and-dried pattern from a
+shop, that we long to set you all to trying your
+hands at it. For example, if you want a
+cushion with a group of daisies, gather a handful
+of fresh ones,&mdash;take a bit of linen or china crape, or
+fine crash or pongee, and, with green and white and gray and
+gold-colored silks, make a picture of the daisies
+as they look to you, not using any particular kind
+of stitch, but employing long ones or short ones,
+or loose or tight ones, just as comes most easily in
+giving the effect you want to get. This is much
+nicer than counting the stitches on a paper pattern
+and a bit of canvas, and when done, produces a
+much better effect. Even in winter, a real flower
+or a fern-spray, by way of model, can always be
+found in the flower-shops or greenhouses. Practice
+will stimulate invention and suggest all sorts
+of devices and ideas. Bits of pretty stuffs will catch
+your eye as adaptable for use, and oddly tinted
+silks (the old, faded colors often work in better
+than fresh ones), patterns on fans, on rice paper,
+on Japanese pictures&mdash;all sorts of things&mdash;will serve
+as material for your fancy. And when your work
+is done it will be <i>original</i>, and, as such, more
+valuable and interesting than any shop model, however
+beautiful in itself, can possibly be.</p><br /><br />
+
+
+<h4><span class="sc">Oriental Work</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+Very gay and quaint effects are produced with
+this work, which is an adaptation of the well-known
+Eastern embroideries. Its ground-work is plain
+cashmere or flannel, red, black or blue, on which
+small fantastically shaped figures in variously colored
+velvets or cashmeres are laid and button-holed
+down with floss silks. All sorts of forms are
+employed for these figures&mdash;stars, crescents, circles,
+trefoils, shields, palm-leaves, griffins, imps; and
+little wheels and comets in feather-stitch and cat-stitch
+are inserted between, to add to the oddity of
+the whole. These forms can be bought at a low
+price in almost any fancy shop. A good deal
+of ingenuity and taste can be shown in arranging
+and blending the figures richly and brilliantly,
+without making them too bright and glaring.
+Table-covers in this work should have falls of
+deep points, pinked on the edges. Smaller points
+of white cashmere are sometimes inserted between
+the deep ones, and similarly decorated. Bright
+little tassels are swung between the points by
+twisted silk cords. The tassels are made of strips
+of scarlet and white flannel, cut <i>almost</i> across, in
+narrow fringes, rolled into shape, and confined by
+a tiny heading of flannel embroidered with silk.
+Sofa-pillows in this Oriental work are bright and
+effective, also wall-pockets and brackets&mdash;in fact, it
+can be applied in many ways. The bracket shapes
+must be cut in wood, and topped with flannel, the
+embroidered piece hanging across the
+front like a miniature drapery.</p><br /><br />
+
+
+<h4><span class="sc">Bedside Rugs</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+The prettiest bedside rug which we ever saw was made
+in part of a snow-white lamb's-wool mat. This was laid
+in the center of a stout burlap, which projected
+six inches beyond the fleece all around, and was
+bordered with a band of embroidery on canvas six
+inches wide, the whole being lined  with flannel and
+finished with a cord and a heavy tassel at each corner.
+A simpler rug is made of brown burlap, with
+a pattern in cross-stitch, worked in double zephyr<a name="page59" id="page59"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;59]</span>
+worsteds of gay colors. Initials, or a motto, can
+be embroidered in the middle. The burlap can
+be fringed out around the edges for a finish.</p><br /><br />
+
+
+
+
+<h4><span class="sc">A Rag Rug</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+An effective rug can be made in this way: Cut
+long inch-wide strips of cloths, flannels, and various
+kinds of material (widening the strip, however,
+in proportion as the fabric is thinner). Sew the
+ends together so as to make one very long strip,
+which, for convenience' sake, can be loosely wound
+up in a ball. Then, with a very large wooden
+crochet-needle, you crochet a circle, a square, or
+oblong mat of this rag-strip, just as with cotton or
+worsted. It makes a strong, durable, and, with
+bright and tasteful colors, a very pretty rug.</p><br /><br />
+
+
+<h4><span class="sc">A Screen</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+A folding clothes-horse with two leaves, such as
+is used in laundries, makes the foundation for this
+screen. The wood is painted solid black, and
+covered inside and out with very yellow unbleached
+cotton, stretched tightly over the frame, and held
+down by black upholstery braid fastened on with
+gilt nails. A design in flowers, leaves, birds,
+double circles, crescents, and parallel bars, to imitate
+the Japanese style of decoration, is painted in
+oil colors on the cotton, and a motto on the wood
+along the top. If the motto is arranged to read
+backward, the foreign effect of the whole will be
+enhanced. We have seen a striking screen of this
+sort made by a little girl who, as she could not
+paint in oil colors, decorated the surface with
+figures of various kinds cut from Japanese picture-papers,
+such as are now sold for from ten to twenty
+cents in the Japanese goods shops. Her figures
+were so well pasted and arranged, that the screen
+was one of the prettiest things in the bedroom.</p>
+<p>
+Screens covered with pictures cut from magazines
+and illustrated newspapers are very much
+liked by boys and girls, and by some of their elders.</p><br /><br />
+
+
+<h4><span class="sc">A Couvre-Pied</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+This is a large oblong in loosely knitted double
+zephyr wools, and is made double, dark brown on
+one side, for instance, and pale blue on the other.
+The two are united with a border in open crochet
+of the brown, laced through with light blue ribbon,
+which is finished at each corner with a loosely tied
+bow and ends. The <i>couvre-pied</i>, as the name
+indicates, is meant to cover the feet of a person
+who lies on a sofa, and is an excellent present to
+make to an elderly or invalid friend.</p><br /><br />
+
+
+<h4><span class="sc">Tile or China Painting</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+Don't be frightened at the word, dears. China-painting
+is high art sometimes, and intricate and
+difficult work often, but it is quite possible to produce
+pretty effects without knowing a great deal
+about either china or painting. Neither are the
+materials of necessity expensive. All that you need,
+to begin with, are a few half tubes of china or mineral
+paints, which cost about as much as oil colors,
+four or five camel's-hair brushes, a palette-knife, a
+small phial of oil-of-lavender, and another of oil-of-turpentine,
+a plain glazed china cup or plate or tile
+to work on, and either a china palette or another
+plate on which to rub the paints. For colors,
+black, capuchine red, rose-pink, yellow, blue, green
+and brown are an ample assortment for a novice
+and for purposes of practice. We would advise
+only two tubes, one of black and one of rose pink,
+which are colors that do not betray your confidence
+when it comes to baking. For the chief
+difficulty in china-painting is that to be permanent
+the work must be "fired,"&mdash;that is, fused by a
+great heat in a furnace,&mdash;and it requires a great
+deal of experience to learn what the different tints
+are likely to do under this test. Some colors&mdash;yellow,
+for instance&mdash;eat up, so to speak, the colors
+laid over them. Others change tint. Pinks and
+some of the greens grow more intense; white cannot
+be trusted, and mixing one paint with another,
+as in oils, can only be done safely by experts. It
+is well, therefore, to begin with two simple colors,
+and you will be surprised to see how much may
+be done with them. (See "Hollenberry Cup," in
+ST. NICHOLAS for May, 1877, page 458.) A cup
+of transparent white china, the handle painted
+black, a Japanese-looking bough with black foliage
+and pink blossoms thrown over it, and a little motto,
+has a really charming effect. But be sure to put
+on the pink very pale, and the black, not in a hard,
+solid streak, but delicately, to suggest shading from
+dark to light, or the result of the baking will be
+disappointment.</p>
+
+<p>
+The method of preparing the colors is to squeeze
+a very little paint from each tube upon your palette
+or plate; take a tiny drop of oil-of-lavender on the
+palette-knife, and with it rub the paint smooth. It<a name="page60" id="page60"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;60]</span>
+should be thinned just enough to work smoothly;
+every drop of oil added after that is a disadvantage.
+Use a separate brush for each color, and wash them
+thoroughly with soap and hot water before putting
+them aside. The painting should be set away
+where no dust can come to it, and it will dry rapidly
+in forty-eight hours or less. Elaborate work often
+requires repainting after baking, the process being
+repeated several times; but for simpler designs
+one baking is usually enough. There are bakeries
+in Boston, New York, and others of our large cities,
+to which china can be sent, the price of baking
+being about ten cents for each article.</p><br /><br />
+
+
+<h4><span class="sc">Other Modes of Decorating China</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+The picture-books which are to be found at the
+Japanese stores nowadays suggest numberless excellent
+designs for china decorating. So do the
+"Walter Crane Fairy-tales." A plain olive or
+cream-colored tile with a pattern in bamboo-boughs
+and little birds, a milk-jug in gray with leaves and
+a motto in black, a set of tiny butter-plates with
+initials and a flower-spray on each, are easy things
+to attempt and very effective when done. Pie-dishes
+can be ornamented with a long, sketchy
+branch of blossoms or a flight of swallows across
+the bottom, and we have seen those small dishes
+of Nancy ware, in which eggs are first poached and
+then served on table, made very pretty by a painting
+on each of a chicken, done in soft browns and
+reds, with a little line to frame it in and run down
+along the handle.  What we have mentioned
+here are only suggestions; a little patience and
+practice will soon help you to other patterns of
+your own, and we can't help hoping that some of you will
+be tempted to try your hands at this delightful art.</p><br /><br />
+
+
+<h4><span class="sc">Drawing and Painting on Wood</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+Articles in plain white wood can be bought almost anywhere
+nowadays. Pen-trays, letter-racks, easels, paper-knives,
+photograph-frames, watch-cases, needle-books,
+portfolios, glove-boxes, fans, silk-winders&mdash;there is no end
+to the variety which can be had, and had at a very moderate
+price. Now, any girl or boy among you with a
+paint-box and a little taste for drawing, can make a really
+pretty gift by decorating some one of these wooden things,
+either in color or with pen drawings in brown or black.
+The pattern need by no means be elaborate. A
+wreath of ivy simply out-lined in sepia or india-ink, or
+a group of figures sketched with the same, produces a very pleasing and harmonious
+effect. "Prout's Brown," a sort of fluent
+ink of a burnt-umber tint, will be found excellent
+for drawing purposes. For designs, our own
+ST. NICHOLAS will furnish excellent examples.
+Scarcely a number but holds something which a
+clever artist can adapt to his purpose. The "Miss
+Muffett" series, for example, or the silhouettes, or
+the sea-side sketches, or the ornamental borders
+and leaf-and-flower headings. Look over your
+back numbers, and you will see how rich they are
+in subjects for copies.</p>
+<p>
+Here is a suggestion for such of you as live by
+the sea, and who know something about drawing.
+Search for clam-shells on the beach, and select the
+whitest and most perfectly formed. Separate the
+two shells, cleanse them thoroughly, and make on
+the smooth pearly lining of each a little drawing in
+sepia. It will serve as a receiver to stand on a
+lady's toilet and hold rings and trinkets, or it can<a name="page61" id="page61"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;61]</span>
+be used as an ash-holder by a smoking gentleman,
+or to contain pens on a writing-table.</p><br /><br />
+
+
+<h4><span class="sc">A Shoe-Chair Made of a Barrel</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+Another shoe-chair as nice as that pictured on
+page 56 can be made out of a barrel by any girl
+who has a father or big brother to help her a little
+with the carpentering. The barrel is cut as in
+Fig. 1 below, so as to form a back and a low front.
+The back is stuffed a little, and covered with chintz
+nearly down to the floor. The front has a deep
+frill tacked on all around the chair. Four blocks
+are nailed inside the barrel to support a round of
+wood, stuffed and cushioned with the same chintz,
+to serve as a seat.</p>
+<p>
+A straight shoe-bag, with eight pockets, is made
+in the same chintz, and tacked firmly all around
+the inside. A loop of the chintz serves to raise the
+seat. Four castors screwed to the bottom of the
+barrel will be an improvement, as the chair without
+them cannot easily be moved about. About five
+yards of chintz will be required for the covering; or
+you might use the merino of an old dress.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/069a.jpg">
+<img src="images/069a-500.jpg" width="500" height="453" alt=" BARREL SHOE-CHAIR... " border="0" />
+</a>
+<p class="tag">1. SHOWS MANNER OF CUTTING BARREL.<br />
+2. BARREL SHOE-CHAIR COMPLETED.<br />
+3. INTERIOR OF BARREL SHOE-CHAIR.<br />
+4. DIAGRAM SHOWING MODE OF MAKING POCKETS FOR BARREL SHOE-CHAIR.</p>
+</div><br /><br />
+
+
+
+
+
+
+<h4><span class="sc">A Muslin Tidy</span>.</h4>
+<div class="figright">
+<a href="images/069b.jpg"><img src="images/069b-300.jpg" width="300" height="292" alt="A MUSLIN TIDY TRIMMED WITH LACE FOOTING." border="0" /></a>
+<p class="center">A MUSLIN TIDY TRIMMED WITH LACE FOOTING.</p>
+</div>
+<p>
+Three-quarters of a yard of clear French muslin
+will be needed for this. Lay a large dinner-plate
+down on the muslin, draw the circle made by its
+edge with a pencil, cut out, and lightly whip it
+round, pulling the thread a little to keep the circle
+perfect. Measure the circle, and cut a straight
+muslin ruffle, five inches wide and a little less than
+twice as long as the measure. Roll one edge finely,
+and overhand on a plain lace footing an inch and a
+half wide. Whip the other edge, and sew it round
+the circle, graduating the fullness equally.</p>
+<br /><br />
+
+<p>
+Baste a bit of lace footing three-quarters of an
+inch wide in the middle of the circle, giving it the
+form of a bow-knot with two ends. The lace must be bent and folded
+into the form, but not cut. Run the edges with embroidery cotton,
+and button-hole all round. Then, with sharp scissors, cut away the
+muslin underneath, leaving the bow-knot transparent on a thicker
+ground. Dry-flute the ruffle. This little affair is very dainty and odd,
+one of the prettiest things which we have seen lately.</p><br /><br />
+
+
+<h4><span class="sc">An Illuminated Border for a Photograph</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+St. Nicholas has given us of late such precise directions for the
+process of illuminating in color,<a href="#II2"><sup>2</sup></a><a name="II2r" id="II2r"></a>
+that it is not needful to repeat them; but we should like to suggest an idea
+to those of you who have begun to practice the art. This is to illuminate
+a border or "mount" around a favorite photograph. The picture
+must first be pasted on a large sheet of tinted card-board, pale
+cream or gray being the best tints to select. You then measure the spaces
+for your frame, which should be square if the picture is oval or round,<a name="page62" id="page62"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;62]</span>
+and outline them lightly in lead-pencil. Next you
+sketch and paint your pattern,&mdash;flowers, leaves,
+birds, butterflies, or a set pattern, as you prefer,&mdash;putting
+the designs thickly together; and, lastly,
+you fill all the blank spaces in with gold paint,
+leaving the pattern in colors on a gilded ground.
+The outer edge of the frame should be broken into
+little scallops or trefoils in gold, and the card-board
+should be large enough to leave a space of at least
+three inches between the illuminated border and
+the frame, which should be a wide band of dull
+gilding or pale-colored wood, with a tiny line of
+black to relieve it. The ornament should, if possible,
+chord in some way with the picture, Thus a
+photograph of a Madonna might have the annunciation-lilies
+and passion-flowers on the gold ground.</p><br /><br />
+
+
+<h4><span class="sc">A Book of Texts</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+Another choice thing which can be done by a
+skillful illuminator is a small book, containing a
+few favorite texts, chosen by some friend. Half-a-dozen
+will be enough. Each text occupies a separate
+page, and is carefully lettered in red or black,
+with decorated initials, and a border in colors. A
+great deal of taste can be shown in the arrangement
+of these borders, which should be appropriate
+to the text they surround. A title-page is added,
+and the book is bound in some quaint way. A
+cover of parchment or white vellum, illuminated
+also, can be made very beautiful.</p><br /><br />
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width:25%">
+<a href="images/070.jpg"><img src="images/070-150.jpg" width="150" height="400" alt="CARTE-DE-VISITE RECEIVER." border="0" /></a>
+<p class="center">CARTE-DE-VISITE RECEIVER.</p>
+</div><br /><br />
+
+
+<h4><span class="sc">A Carte-de-Visite Receiver</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+For this you must procure from the tin-man a
+strip of tin three times as long as it is wide&mdash;say
+six inches by eighteen&mdash;with each end shaped to a
+point, as indicated in the picture. Measure off
+two bits of card-board of exactly the same size and
+shape; cover one with silk or muslin for a back,
+and the other with Java canvas, cloth, or velvet,
+embroidered with a monogram in the upper point,
+and a little pattern or motto in the lower. Lay
+the double coverings one on each side of the tin,
+and cross the outside one with narrow ribbons,
+arranged as in the picture. Overhand firmly all
+around; finish the top with a plaited ribbon and a
+little bow and loop to hang it by, and the bottom
+with a bullion fringe of the color of the ribbon.<br /><br /></p><br />
+
+
+<h4><span class="sc">A Pair of Bellows</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+There seems no end to the pretty devices which
+proficients in painting can accomplish. We saw not
+long since a pair of wooden bellows which had
+been decorated with a painting of a tiny owl sitting
+on a bough, and the motto "Blow, blow, thou
+bitter wind." Why should not some of you try
+your hands at something similar? Wood fires,
+thank heaven, are much more common than they
+used to be, and most of you must know a cozy
+chimney corner where a pretty pair of bellows
+would be valued.</p><br /><br />
+
+
+<h4><span class="sc">A Door-Panel</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+A great bunch of field-flowers, or fruit-boughs,
+or Virginia-creeper, painted in water-paints on the
+panel of an ordinary door, is another nice thing for
+you young artists to attempt. Perhaps you will object
+that a picture on a door can hardly be called
+a Christmas present; but we don't know.</p>
+<p>
+Anything which loving fingers can make,
+and loving hearts enjoy, is a gift worthy
+of Christmas or any other time.</p><br /><br />
+
+
+<h4><span class="sc">A Sachet in Water-Colors</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+Another dainty idea for you who can paint is a small
+perfume-case of white or pale-colored silk or satin,
+on which is painted a bunch of flowers or a little motto.
+The flowers must be small ones, such as forget-me-nots
+or purple and white violets. A great deal of white
+paint&mdash;body color, as it is called&mdash;should
+be mixed with the color, to make it thick enough not
+to soak and stain the silk along the
+edges of the pattern. Some people paint the whole
+design in solid white, let it dry, and then put on
+the color over the white. Others mix a little ox-gall
+with the paint.</p><br /><br />
+
+
+<h4><span class="sc">Decorated Candles</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+The large wax or composition candles, of a firm
+texture, are best for purposes of decoration. Water-color
+paints can be used, or those powders which<a name="page63" id="page63"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;63]</span>
+come for coloring wax flowers. In either case it
+will be necessary to use a little ox-gall to give the
+paint consistency. A band of solid tint&mdash;crimson,
+black, blue or gold&mdash;is usually put around the
+middle of the candle, with a pattern in flowers or
+small bright points above and below. Spirals of
+blue forget-me-nots all over the candle are pretty,
+or sprays of leaves and berries set in a regular
+pattern. These gay candles are considered ornamental
+for a writing-table, and look well in the
+brass candlesticks which are so much used just
+now, though <i>we</i> confess to a preference for unornamented
+candles of one solid tint.</p><br /><br />
+
+
+<h4><span class="sc">A Rustic Jardini�re</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+Boys and girls who live in the country hardly
+know how lucky they are, or what mines of materials
+for clever handiwork lie close by them in the
+fruitful, generous woods. What with cones and
+leaves and moss and lichens and bark and fungi
+and twigs and ferns, these great green store-houses
+beat all the fancy shops for variety and beauty, and
+their "stock" is given away without money or
+price to all who choose to take. Most of you know
+something of the infinite variety of things which
+can be made out of these wood treasures, though
+nobody knows, or can know, <i>all</i>. Now, we want to
+tell you of a new thing, not at all difficult to make,
+and which would be a lovely surprise for some one
+this coming Christmas.</p>
+<p>
+It is a rustic jardini�re, or flower-pot. The first
+step toward making it is to find a small stump
+about ten inches high, and as odd and twisted in
+shape as possible. It should have a base broader
+than its top, and three or four little branches projecting
+from its sides. Carry this treasure home,
+brush off any dirt which may cling to it, and ornament
+it with mosses and lichens, glued on to look
+as natural as possible. Make three small cornucopias
+of pasteboard; cover them also with mosses
+and lichens, and fasten them to the stump between
+the forks of the branches, using small brads or
+tacks to keep them firm. Stuff the cornucopias
+with dry moss, and arrange in each a bouquet of
+grasses, autumn leaves, and dried ferns, dipping
+the end of each stem in flour paste, to make it
+secure in its place. Sprays of blackberry-vine or
+michella, and the satin-white pods of the old-fashioned
+"honesty," make an effective addition.
+When done, we have a delightful winter-garden,
+which will keep its beauty through the months of
+snow and sleet, and brighten any room it stands in.
+Nor is its use over when winter ends, for, inserting
+small glass phials in the cornucopias, fresh flowers
+can be kept in them as in a vase, and the grays
+and browns of the lichened wood set off their hues
+far better than any gay vase could.</p><br /><br />
+
+
+<h4><span class="sc">Another Jardini�re</span>.</h4>
+<p>
+Another rustic flower-holder can be made by
+selecting three knotty twigs, two and a half feet
+long and about an inch in diameter, and nailing
+them together in the form of a tripod, one half
+serving as a base, the other to hold a small flower-pot
+or a goblet whose foot has been broken off.
+The lower half should be strengthened with cross
+pieces nailed on, and both halves with twists of
+wild grape-vine or green briar, wired at their crossings
+to hold them firmly in place. When the frame
+is ready, melt together half a pound of bees'-wax,
+a quarter of a pound of rosin, and enough powdered
+burnt-umber to give a dark brown color;
+and pour the mixture on boiling hot. It will give
+the wood a rich tint. Fill the pot with sand, place
+over the sand a layer of green moss well pulled
+apart, and in that arrange a bouquet of dried
+leaves, ferns and grasses, or, if it is summer-time,
+wild flowers and vines.</p>
+
+   <br /><br /><hr class="short" /><br /><br /><br />
+<p>
+Now, dear fancy-workers, little and big, surely
+Mother Santa Claus has furnished you with ideas
+enough to keep you busy for more Christmases
+than one. Just one thing more, and that is the
+manner in which the presents shall be given.
+Nothing can be droller than to hang up one's stockings,
+and nothing prettier or more full of meaning
+than a Christmas-tree. But for some of you who
+may like to make a novelty in these time-honored
+ways, we will just mention that it is good fun to
+make a "Christmas-pie" in an enormous tin dish-pan,
+with a make-believe crust of yellow cartridge
+paper, ornamented with twirls and flourishes of the
+same, held down with pins, and have it served on
+Christmas Eve, full of pretty things and sugar-plums,
+jokes and jolly little rhymes fastened to the
+parcels. The cutting should be done beforehand,
+and hidden by the twirls of paper; but the carver
+can pretend to use his knife and fork, and spooning
+out the packages will insure a merry time for all at
+table. And one more suggestion. Little articles,
+wrapped in white paper, can be put inside cakes,
+baked and iced, and thus furnish another amusing
+surprise for the "pie" or the Christmas-tree.</p>
+
+   <br /><br /><hr class="short" /><br /><br /><br />
+<p>
+We are indebted to Mrs. L. B. Goodall, Mrs. M. E. Stockton,
+Mrs. Tolles, Miss Annie M. Ph&oelig;bus,
+Miss M. Meeker, and Miss M. H. D., for designs
+and suggestions in aid of this article; and to the
+"Ladies' Floral Cabinet" for some valuable hints
+on "Leaf-work."</p>
+
+
+<br /><hr class="short" /><br /><br />
+
+ <h4>Footnotes</h4>
+
+<p class="note"><a name="II1" id="II1"></a>
+<a class="note" href="#II1r">[Footnote 1:</a> The present paper will enable our young friends
+to make over seventy different articles for Christmas gifts. While a few familiar things
+may be found among them, a great majority of the objects are entirely novel, and are here
+described for the first time. All who may wish
+for still further hints in regard to home-made Christmas presents will find very many useful
+suggestions in the paper "One Hundred Christmas Presents, and How to Make Them," published in
+<span class="sc">St. Nicholas</span> for December, 1875&mdash;Vol. III.]</p>
+
+<p class="note"><a name="II2" id="II2"></a>
+<a class="note" href="#II2r">[Footnote 2:</a> <span class="sc">See St. Nicholas</span>, Vol. IV., page 379.]</p>
+
+
+<br /><br /><hr class="short" /><br /><br /><br />
+<a name="page64" id="page64"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;64]</span>
+<h2>LITTLE TWEET.</h2>
+
+<p>
+There were once some nice little birds who lived together in a great
+big cage. This cage was not at all like the bird-cages we generally see.
+It was called an aviary, and it was as large as a room. It had small
+trees and bushes growing in it, so that the birds could fly about
+among the green leaves and settle on the branches. There were
+little houses where the birds might make their nests and bring up their
+young ones, and there was everything else that the people who owned
+this big cage thought their little birds would want. It had wires all
+around it to keep the birds from flying away.</p>
+
+<div class="figright">
+<a href="images/072.jpg"><img src="images/072-300.jpg" width="300" height="352" alt="THE OTHER BIRDS BRING SEEDS TO POOR TWEET." border="0" /></a>
+<p class="center">"THE OTHER BIRDS BRING SEEDS TO POOR TWEET."</p>
+</div>
+<p>
+One of the tamest and prettiest of the
+birds who lived in this place was called little Tweet, because, whenever
+she saw any of the family coming near the cage she would fly up close to
+the wires and say, "Tweet! Tweet!" which meant "Good-morning! how
+do you do?" But they thought it was only her pretty way of asking for
+something to eat; and as she said "Tweet" so much, they gave her that
+for a name.</p>
+<p>
+One day there was a boy who came to visit the family who owned
+the birds, and very soon he went to see the big cage. He had never
+seen anything like it before. He had never been so close to birds that
+were sitting on trees or hopping about among the branches. If the birds
+at home were as tame as these, he could knock over lots of them, he thought.</p>
+<p>
+There was one that seemed tamer than any of the rest. It came up
+close to him and said: "Tweet! Tweet!"</p>
+<a name="page65" id="page65"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;65]</span>
+<p>
+The boy got a little stick and pushed it through the wires at little Tweet,
+and struck her. Poor little Tweet was frightened and hurt. She flew up
+to a branch of the tree and sat there, feeling very badly. When the boy
+found he could not reach her any more with his stick, he went away.</p>
+<p>
+Tweet sat on the branch a long time. The other birds saw she was
+sick, and came and asked how she felt. Some of them carried nice seeds
+to her in their bills. But little Tweet could not eat anything. She ached
+all over, and sat very quietly with her head down on her breast.</p>
+<p>
+She sat on that branch nearly all day. She had a little baby-bird,
+who was in a nest in one of the small houses, but the other birds said
+she need not go and feed it if she did not wish to move about. They
+would take it something to eat.</p>
+<p>
+But, toward night, she heard her baby cry, and then she thought she
+must go to it. So she slowly flew over to her house; and her baby, who
+was in a little nest against the wall, was very glad to see her.</p>
+
+<div class="figright">
+<a href="images/073.jpg"><img src="images/073-400.jpg" width="400" height="291" alt="I WILL BE A KIND MOTHER TO IT, FOR THE SAKE OF POOR LITTLE TWEET." border="0" /></a>
+<p class="center">"I WILL BE A KIND MOTHER TO IT, FOR THE SAKE OF POOR LITTLE TWEET.</p>
+</div>
+<p>
+In the morning, two of the birds came to the house to see how little
+Tweet was, and found her lying on the floor, dead. The little baby-bird was
+looking out of its nest, wondering what it all meant. How sorry those two
+birds were when they found that their good little
+friend Tweet was really dead!</p>
+<p>
+"Poor Tweet!" said one of them, "She was the
+gentlest and best of us all. And that poor little
+dear in the nest there, what will become of it?"</p>
+<p>
+"Become of it!" replied the other bird, who
+was sitting by poor Tweet, "Become of it! Why, it shall never want for
+anything. I shall take it for my own, and I will be a kind mother to it,
+for the sake of poor little Tweet."</p>
+<p>
+Now, do you not think that there were good, kind birds in that big
+cage? But what do you think of the boy?</p>
+
+<a name="page66" id="page66"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;66]</span>
+
+<br /><br /><hr class="short" /><br /><br /><br />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 80%;">
+<a href="images/074.jpg"><img src="images/074-400.jpg" width="400" height="469" alt="JACK-IN-THE-PULPIT." border="0" /></a>
+</div>
+
+<p>
+<span class="sc">Hurrah</span> for the new volume!&mdash;Volume V.,
+I believe it is to be called. That reminds me of
+the names of Japanese children, hundreds of years
+ago. Instead of being known by the Japanese for
+Tom, Henry, or John, it was No. 1, No. 2, No. 3,
+and so on, through a whole family of little folks.</p>
+<p><a name="III1r" id="III1r"></a>
+Once you had an article<a href="#III1"><sup>1</sup></a> on Japanese Games
+by a native of Japan, Ichy Zo Hattori. Well, this
+name, as you will all admit, is a fine-sounding appellative
+enough, but in English it means simply
+No. 1 Hattori.</p>
+<p>
+So, welcome to the lovely new child, No. 5&nbsp;&nbsp;St.
+Nicholas!&mdash;and that he may grow to be a brave,
+bright volume, beautiful to look at and useful to
+this and many a generation of little folks, is your
+Jack's earnest wish.</p>
+<p>
+Of one thing the little fellow may be sure,&mdash;Jack
+and the Deacon, and the dear, blessed Little School-ma'am,
+will stand by him to the end. And so will
+you, my chicks, Jack verily believes. He'll be a
+good friend to you, bringing you any amount of
+fun, and telling you more good things every month
+than you'll remember in a thousand years.</p>
+<p>
+Now we'll take up our next subject.</p><br /><br />
+
+
+<h4>AN ARTIFICIAL HORSE THAT CAN GO.</h4>
+<p>
+Well, well! The birds must be joking, for
+who ever heard of a bird telling a deliberate lie?
+And yet it <i>may</i> be true. There have been artificial
+men,&mdash;manikins, automata, or whatever they are
+called,&mdash;so why shouldn't there be artificial horses?</p>
+<p>
+Come to think of it, it was not the birds who
+told me about them. It was a letter; and "artificial
+horses" the letter said, as plainly as could be.
+It told how a fine specimen had just been exhibited
+in the capital of Prussia. The thing must look
+like a horse, too, for it is a hobby between two high
+wheels (the rider sits on the saddle), and it travels
+about as rapidly as a trotting horse. As I understand
+it, the rider moves his legs to make the
+machine go, and yet it isn't a bicycle. It goes
+over stony roads, turns corners, and, for aught
+Jack knows, rears and kicks like any ordinary
+charger&mdash;that is, when it's out of order.</p>
+<p>
+I should like to see one among the boys of the
+red school-house. How they would make it go!</p><br /><br />
+
+
+<blockquote>
+<h4>A LETTER FROM DEACON GREEN.</h4>
+<p class="indent">
+<span class="sc">Dear Jack-in-the-Pulpit</span>: I wish some of the boys and girls
+who think they never have any chance to read could know a little
+fellow of my acquaintance, named George. He is fourteen years old
+and employed as errand boy in a business house in New York. All
+day long he runs, runs,&mdash;up-town, down-town, across town,&mdash;until
+you would suppose that his little legs would be worn out. But,
+always on the alert as he is, and ready to do his duty whether tired
+or not, he still keeps constantly before his mind the idea of self-improvement,
+in business and out. Through a friend he has of late
+been able to procure books from the Mercantile Library. Although
+his time during the day, as I have said, is wholly taken up with his
+duties, yet he managed, during the evenings of last fall and winter
+(in five months), to read twelve books, some of them quite long ones
+and some of them in two volumes, all selected with his friend's assistance.
+From the list, I fancy the little fellow had an eye to enjoyment
+as well as profit, for they are not all what are called instructive
+books, although every one of them is a good book for a boy to read,
+and George tells me he enjoyed them all heartily.</p>
+<p>
+As many of your youngsters, friend Jack, may like to know just
+what books the little fellow has read, I will give you the list that he
+wrote out at my request. It does not seem a very long list, perhaps,
+but I think very few hard-working boys in New York have read
+more than George in the same space of time. Here is the list:</p>
+<p>
+"Robinson Crusoe;" "Benjamin Franklin," 2 vols.; "Life of
+Napoleon," 2 vols.; "Schoolmaster Stories;" "Hans Brinker;"
+"Swiss Family Robinson;" "Dickens's Child's History of England:"
+"Kenilworth;" "The Scottish Chiefs;" "The Boy Emigrants;"
+"Sparks' Life of Washington;" "Glaisher's Aerial Navigation."</p>
+<p>
+This letter, dear Jack, is sent, not by way of puffing George, but
+as a sort of spur to studious boys and girls who may follow his example,
+if somebody puts them up to it.&mdash;Yours truly,</p>
+<p class="author">
+<span class="sc">Silas Green</span>.</p>
+</blockquote>
+
+    <br /><br /><hr class="short" /><br /><br /><br />
+
+<h4>"SEE HOW I HELP!"</h4>
+<p>
+One of Jack's good friends, L.W.J. sends you
+this new fable:</p>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>"See how I help!" said a little mouse</p>
+  <p class="i2">To the reapers that reaped the grain,</p>
+<p>As he nibbled away, by the door of his house,</p>
+  <p class="i2">With all of his might and main.</p></div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>"See how I help!" he went on with his talk;</p>
+  <p class="i2">But they laid all the wide field low</p>
+<p>Before he had finished a single stalk</p>
+  <p class="i2">Of the golden, glittering row.</p></div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>As the mouse ran into his hole, he said:</p>
+  <p class="i2">"Indeed, I cannot deny,</p>
+<p>Although an idea I had in my head,</p>
+  <p class="i2">Those fellows work better than I."</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+     <br /><br /><hr class="short" /><br /><br /><br />
+
+<h4>AMONG THE CRANBERRY BOGS.</h4>
+
+<blockquote><p class="author">
+New Jersey, 1877.</p>
+<p class="indent">
+<span class="sc">Dear Jack-in-the-Pulpit</span>: You would not think, from their
+names, that cranberry bogs are pleasant places, but I enjoyed very
+much a visit to one last year in the fall. Seen merely from the road,
+a bog doesn't show very well, for the leaves are small, and the vines
+are crowded in heavy masses; but, when you get near, the white
+and red berries look pretty among the dark-green leaves.</p>
+<p>
+The meadow is checquered with little canals by means of which
+the whole surface is flooded in winter-time, so as to protect the vines
+from the ill effects of frosts and thaws. In the spring, the water is
+drawn off at low tide through the flood-gates.</p>
+<p>
+When the cranberry-pickers are at work, they make a curious
+sight, for there are people of all ages, odd dresses, and both sexes
+among them, and often a tottering old man may be seen working
+beside a small child. The little ones can be trusted to gather cranberries,<a name="page67" id="page67"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;67]</span>
+for the fruit is not easily crushed in handling. Where cranberries
+grow thickly, one can almost fill one's hand at a grasp.</p>
+<p>
+The overseer's one-roomed shanty, where he cooks, eats and
+sleeps, is on a knoll, and near it are the barrels in which the berries
+are packed, after they have been sorted according to size and quality.</p>
+<p>
+Picking cranberries may be pleasant enough in fine weather, but it
+must be miserable work on a cold, drizzly day.</p>
+<p>
+I hope this short account will be news to some of your chicks, of
+whom I am one, dear Jack; and I remain yours truly,</p>
+<p class="author">
+H. S.</p>
+
+     <br /><br /><hr class="short" /><br /><br /><br />
+
+<h4>MORE CRYSTALLIZED HORSES.</h4>
+
+<p class="author">
+Piermont, N. H.</p>
+<p class="indent">
+<span class="sc">Dear Jack-in-the-Pulpit</span>: You ask in the March number of the
+St. Nicholas if any of us have seen crystallized horses "with our own
+eyes." We (Willie and I) have seen them many times; so has
+everybody else who lives here; that is, we have seen something very
+much like it, though we do not call it the same. When the thermometer
+is from thirty to thirty-six degrees below zero, horses and
+oxen are all covered with a white frost, so you cannot tell a black
+horse or ox from a white one; nor can you tell young men from old
+ones. Their whiskers, eyebrows and eyelashes, are all perfectly
+white. I've often had my ears frost-bitten in going to the school-house,
+which is only about as far as two blocks in a city.</p>
+<p>
+When we see these sights, Jack Frost cannot paint his delicate pictures
+on the windows, for a thick white frost covers them all over, or
+rubs them out.</p>
+<p>
+We like the St. Nicholas very much, and even our little sister,
+Mary, likes to look at the pictures, and she said that she wished she
+could see Jack-in-the-Pulpit. We intend to introduce her next summer
+to some of your relations that live by the big brook. We live
+about one hundred miles north-west of Concord, in the Connecticut
+valley, about half a mile from the Connecticut River. I am thirteen
+years old.&mdash;Good-bye, </p>
+<p class="author">
+ E. A. M.</p>
+</blockquote>
+
+     <br /><br /><hr class="short" /><br /><br /><br />
+
+<h4>A TURTLE CART.</h4>
+
+<blockquote><p class="indent">
+<span class="sc">Dear Jack</span>: Looking over the fence into my neighbor's yard last
+summer, I saw what seemed to be a Liliputian load of hay in a tiny
+cart, going along the path. Whatever power drew it, was hidden
+from my sight; but the motion of the cart made me half expect to
+see a yoke of tiny oxen turn the corner. In a few moments, a small
+turtle appeared in sight, plodding leisurely along and drawing behind
+him the cart I had seen, which was very small and light.</p>
+<p>
+I was assured by my little neighbor that the turtle liked the business
+very much; but, belonging to the S. P. C. A., I felt obliged to
+know the facts. I found that the turtle had his liberty nearly all the
+time, and a pond of water specially for his use; and that, when the
+haying season should end, he would be turned out to pasture in his
+native bog for the rest of the year.</p>
+<p>
+It was a very comical sight, and, knowing my little friend's tenderness
+of heart, I was sure the turtle would receive nothing but kindness
+at his hands. The shell was not pierced, but the queer trotter
+was attached to the cart by means of a harness made of tape, allowing
+him free movement of the head, legs, and tail. If any of your
+boys should decide to follow my little friend's example, I trust that
+they will be as gentle as he in the treatment of their turtles.&mdash;Yours
+truly, </p>
+<p class="author">
+ E. F. L.</p>
+</blockquote>
+
+     <br /><br /><hr class="short" /><br /><br /><br />
+
+<h4>ANOTHER TURTLE STORY.</h4>
+
+<blockquote><p class="indent">
+<span class="sc">Dear Jack</span>: One day, Rob and I (he's my brother) heard sister
+Welthy screaming awfully. We were playing in the barn, but of
+course we rushed out as hard as we could to save her life, if possible.
+We did not know where she was, but the screams grew louder as we
+neared the house.</p>
+<p>
+At last we found her near the side-door&mdash;and what do you think
+was the matter?</p>
+<p>
+Why, she was screaming at a turtle!</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 80%;">
+<img src="images/075-500.jpg" width="500" height="460" alt="A CORNER IN TURTLES." border="0" />
+<p class="center">A CORNER IN TURTLES.</p>
+</div>
+
+
+<p>
+You don't know how funny it did seem. But we captured the
+dreadful monster (?) and comforted her as well as we could.</p>
+<p>
+Now, Jack, as you and the Little Schoolma'am can do everything,
+wont you please get ST. NICHOLAS to show us a picture of this
+scene? I do believe Sis would laugh as hard as any of us if she
+could see it.&mdash;Yours affectionately, </p>
+<p class="author">
+<span class="sc">Ned</span> G. P.</p>
+</blockquote>
+
+     <br /><br /><hr class="short" /><br /><br /><br />
+
+<h4>HALF SWEET, HALF SOUR.</h4>
+
+<p>
+The birds tell me that in a certain country
+grows an apple one half of which is sweet and the
+other half sour. I don't think I should like that
+sort of apple. The sweet side might do very well,
+as far as it went; but if you happened to bite on
+the other side,&mdash;ugh!</p>
+<p>
+I like things that are good all through, so that I
+can be sure how to take them. Don't you?</p><br /><br />
+
+<h4>Footnotes</h4>
+
+<p class="note"><a name="III1" id="III1"></a>
+<a class="note" href="#III1r">[Footnote 1:</a> See <span class="sc">St. Nicholas</span> for January, 1874.]</p>
+
+<br /><br /><hr class="short" /><br /><br /><br />
+
+<a name="page68" id="page68"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;68]</span>
+
+<h2>OUR MUSIC PAGE</h2>
+<h3>CAN A LITTLE CHILD, LIKE ME?</h3>
+<h4><span class="sc">A Thanksgiving Hymn</span>.</h4>
+
+<p>
+<span style="float: right;">
+Music by <span class="sc">Wm. K. Bassford</span>.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>
+Words by <span class="sc">Mary Mapes Dodge</span>.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 80%;">
+<a href="images/076.jpg"><img src="images/076-320.jpg" width="320" height="465" alt="A THANKSGIVING HYMN." border="0" /></a>
+</div>
+<table summary="poem">
+<tr>
+       <td class="poem">
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>1. Can a little child like me,</p>
+   <p class="i2">Thank the Father fittingly?</p>
+   <p class="i2">Yes, oh yes! be good and true.</p>
+   <p class="i2">Patient, kind in all you do;</p>
+   <p class="i2">Love the Lord and do your part,</p>
+   <p class="i2">Learn to say with all your heart:</p>
+     <p class="i4">Father, we thank Thee!</p>
+     <p class="i4">Father, we thank Thee! </p>
+   <p class="i2">Father in Heaven, we thank Thee!</p>
+   </div>
+   </div>
+  </td>
+       <td class="poem">
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>2. For the fruit upon the tree,</p>
+   <p class="i2">For the birds that sing of Thee,</p>
+   <p class="i2">For the earth in beauty drest,</p>
+   <p class="i2">Father, mother and the rest,</p>
+   <p class="i2">For thy precious, loving care,</p>
+   <p class="i2">For Thy bounty ev'rywhere,</p>
+     <p class="i4">Father, we thank Thee!</p>
+     <p class="i4">Father, we thank Thee! </p>
+   <p class="i2">Father in Heaven, we thank Thee!</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+
+<p class="center">
+Music and words copyrighted, 1877, by Wm. K. Bassford</p>
+<br /><br /><hr class="short" /><br /><br />
+
+<a name="page69" id="page69"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;69]</span>
+
+
+<h3>"THE BABY'S OPERA" AND WALTER CRANE.</h3>
+
+<p>
+Of the many great artists of England, Walter Crane
+is accounted among the ablest and most gifted. As
+a painter on the canvas he stands high with critics;
+and in this country he is most widely known by his
+designs of colored picture-books for children. This is
+what one critic says of him in this regard: "Walter
+Crane has every charm. His design is rich, original,
+and full of discovery. His drawing is at once manly
+and sweet, and his color is as delightful as a garden of
+roses in June. And with these accomplishments he
+comes full-handed to the children,&mdash;and to their parents
+and lovers too!&mdash;and makes us all rich with a pleasure
+none of us ever knew as children, and never could have
+looked to know."</p>
+<p>
+After this, it is very discouraging to learn, from a
+letter of Mr. Crane's to the Editor of <span class="sc">Scribner's
+Monthly</span>, that one may be deceived in buying Mr.
+Crane's books. This is particularly the case with "The
+Baby's Opera." So now we tell the readers of <span class="sc">St.
+Nicholas</span> that every true copy of "The Baby's Opera"
+bears on its title-page the name of Messrs. George
+Routledge &amp; Sons, the publishers, as well as Mr.
+Crane's, and that of the engraver and printer, Mr.
+Edmund Evans. To a purchaser, it would matter little
+that there were two editions of a work as long as the
+unauthorized one was exactly like the original; but Mr.
+Crane says that "the pirated edition grossly misrepresents
+his drawings, both in style and coloring; that the
+arrangement of the pages is different; and that the full-page
+colored plates are complete travesties, and very
+coarse ones, of the originals." And it does not at all
+improve the false copy that it is to be bought for less
+than the true one costs. It would be bad enough merely
+to deprive Mr. Crane of the profits of selling an exact
+imitation of his book, but it is far worse to put a <i>bad</i>
+sham before the people as the work of a true artist. This
+not only lessens his gains, but also takes away from his
+good name, besides spoiling the taste of the youngsters.</p>
+
+      <br /><br /><hr class="short" /><br /><br /><br />
+
+
+
+<a name="letters" id="letters"></a>
+<h2>THE LETTER-BOX.</h2>
+
+<blockquote><p>
+<span class="sc">Girls and Boys</span>: You will all be very sorry, we know, to learn
+that the beginning of Miss Alcott's serial story, "Under the Lilacs,"
+has been postponed to the December number; but in place of it, we
+print this month the capital short story of "Mollie's Boyhood,"
+which, we feel sure, will go far toward repaying you for the disappointment.
+We must ask you to wait a month longer for the opening
+chapters of the serial, and we mean to give you then a much longer
+installment of it than could have been printed in the present issue.</p>
+<p>
+Meanwhile, you will find that the splendid article on Christmas
+Gifts, which occupies twenty-two pages of this number, contains
+novelties, hints, plates, and directions enough to keep your minds so
+busy planning, and your hands so busily at work, during the next
+few weeks, that the December <span class="sc">St. Nicholas</span> will come before you
+think of expecting it, and perhaps before you have half finished your
+pretty gifts.</p>
+</blockquote>
+
+<hr class="short" /><br />
+
+<blockquote><p>
+<span class="sc">Dear Little Schoolma'am</span>: Please will you tell me if it is warm
+or cold, and if it is dark or light, in the places between the stars?&mdash;Yours
+affectionately,</p>
+<p class="author">
+<span class="sc">Constance Durivage</span>.</p>
+</blockquote>
+
+<blockquote class="comment"><p>
+The Little Schoolma'am respectfully hands over this question to
+other little schoolma'ams.</p></blockquote>
+
+  <hr class="short" /><br />
+
+<blockquote><p>
+<span class="sc">Dear St. Nicholas</span>: I make so many of the "Thistle-Puffs"
+spoken of in the September number that I thought I would let you
+know how I fix mine. After I get the thistles I cut off all the green
+excepting a little at the bottom; then I pull out all the purple, and
+leave them out in the sun till they are perfectly round white balls.
+They are very pretty in hats. Please put me down as a Bird-defender.&mdash;Your
+constant reader,</p>
+<p class="author">
+<span class="sc">Alice Gertrude Benedict</span>.</p>
+</blockquote>
+
+<hr class="short" /><br />
+
+<blockquote><p class="author">
+Exmouth, England, August 27th.</p>
+<p>
+<span class="sc">Dear St. Nicholas</span>: I have read the story of the "Blue-Coat
+Boy," and like it. I am in England, and almost every day see a
+Blue-Coat boy pass our house. I think he looks like the picture in
+the <span class="sc">St. Nicholas</span>. I should not like to wear the long coat, because
+I couldn't run in it; and I should think he would get a sunstroke,
+without a hat, if he ever goes to the beach. Aunt Fanny is like my
+mamma; she never asks for the right thing at the shops. I like the
+<span class="sc">St. Nicholas</span>, and wish another one would come. My aunty gave
+it to me for a Christmas present for a whole year.&mdash;Your friend,</p>
+<p class="author">
+<span class="sc">benedict Crowell</span>.</p>
+</blockquote>
+
+ <hr class="short" /><br />
+<blockquote class="comment"><p>
+We are very glad to see the interest which our readers have taken
+in the subject of "School-luncheons." Many boys and girls have
+sent in letters, thanking us for the article in our September number,
+and filled with sage bits of experience. We should like to acknowledge
+these separately, and print some of them, but can do no more
+here than express our thanks to our young correspondents, one and
+all, for their kind and hearty words.</p>
+<p>
+It will interest them all to know, however, that the article has
+attracted attention, and aroused enthusiasm among the older people
+too,&mdash;their fathers and mothers, and teachers, and even their favorite
+writers. For here, among the many letters it has brought us, is one
+that is peculiarly welcome. Our readers will have little difficulty in
+guessing who the writer is:</p></blockquote> <br /><br />
+
+<blockquote><p class="author">
+August 26th.</p>
+<p>
+<span class="sc">Dear Little Schoolma'am</span>: Being much interested, as well as
+amused, by the luncheon article in ST. NICHOLAS for September, I
+should like to add one more to the list of odd luncheons.</p>
+<p>
+A pretty little dish of boiled rice, with a cake of molasses, or preserve
+of some sort, in the middle. This, fitted into a basket, and
+covered with a plate, goes safely, and, with the addition of a napkin
+and two spoons, makes a simple meal for hungry children.</p>
+<p>
+It may find favor in the eyes, or rather mouths, of the young
+readers of <span class="sc">St. Nicholas</span>, not only because it is good, but because it
+was the favorite lunch once upon a time of two little girls who are
+now pretty well known as "Meg and Jo March." It may be well
+to add that these young persons never had dyspepsia in their lives,&mdash;pie
+and pickles, cake and candy being unknown "goodies" to them.</p>
+<p>
+With best wishes for the success of this much-needed reform in
+school-children's diet, I am, yours truly,</p>
+<p class="author">
+L. M. A.</p>
+</blockquote>
+
+ <br /><hr class="short" /><br /><br />
+<a name="moons"></a>
+<h3><span class="sc">The Moons of Mars</span>.</h3>
+<blockquote class="comment"><p>
+Since Professor Proctor wrote the paper entitled "Mars, the
+Planet of War," published in this number, there has been made, in
+relation to its subject, a discovery that the scientists say will rank
+among the most brilliant achievements of astronomy.</p>
+<p>
+A great difference once thought to exist between Mars and the
+other planets was that he had no moons; but during the night of the
+16th of August, Professor Hall, of the U.S. Naval Observatory at
+Washington, D.C., actually saw through his telescope that Mars
+has a moon. On the 18th of August another was seen, smaller than
+the first and nearer to the planet. The larger satellite is believed to
+be not more than ten miles in diameter: it is less than 12,000 miles
+distant from its primary, and its period of revolution about it is<a name="page70" id="page70"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;70]</span>
+30 hours 14 minutes. The distance of the smaller moon is 3,300 miles,
+and its period 7 hours 38 minutes. There is no doubt that these
+newly found celestial bodies are the smallest known.</p>
+<p>
+From measurements made by Professor Hall, it is found, with a
+near approach to certainty, that the mass of Mars is equal to
+1-3,090,000th part of the mass of the sun. This result was arrived at
+after only ten minutes of calculation, and is believed to be more nearly
+accurate than that obtained by M. Le Verrier, the great French
+astronomer, from observations continued through a century and after
+several years of laborious calculation by a corps of computers. This
+wonderful difference in the expenditure of time and labor is due to
+the vigilance of Professor Hall and to the admirable qualities of his
+instrument, the great twenty-six inch refracting telescope made by
+Alvan Clark &amp; Sons.</p></blockquote>
+
+  <br /><hr class="short" /><br /><br />
+
+<blockquote><p class="author">
+Oakland, Cal.</p>
+<p>
+<span class="sc">Dear St. Nicholas</span>: I do not wish to make you any trouble,
+but I would like it very much if you could find room in some
+number to give a good explanation of the great war in Europe. I
+can't understand it in the newspaper, but I am pretty sure you can
+make it plain and simple enough for all of your young readers.&mdash;Yours
+truly,</p>
+<p class="author">
+<span class="sc">Neb</span>.</p>
+</blockquote> <br /><br />
+
+<blockquote class="comment"><p>
+The Turco-Russian war is partly a conflict of religions and
+partly one of politics. The Turks came into Europe as the religious
+emissaries of the Mohammedan religion. In all the provinces of
+Turkey in Europe which they conquered, the Christians of the Greek,
+Armenian and Catholic churches were the victims of a bitter persecution.
+The Czar of Russia is the head of the Greek church. He
+has made repeated wars in defense of the children of his faith. There
+have been many wars and long sieges which, like the present, were
+said to be only in defense of the faith of the Greek church&mdash;a crusade
+and a holy war,</p>
+<p>
+But if "Neb" will only look at the map of Russia, he will see, if
+he will study climate a little, that the vast empire of Russia has one
+thing lacking. It has no good outlet to the Atlantic Ocean, no power
+upon the seas. The Baltic Sea is closed half the year by ice. The
+great wheat trade of Russia concentrates at Odessa, on the Black
+Sea, and to get her grain to market she must pass through the Turkish
+lanes of the Bosphorus and the Dardanelles. Russia is a prisoner
+as to access to the Mediterranean, and so to the Atlantic, and so to
+the world at large. If she is at war, she cannot float her fleets. If
+she is at peace, she cannot sell her grain without going roundabout
+through her neighbors' lots. Turkey stands the tollman at the turnpike-gate,
+controlling and usurping the highway of all nations.</p>
+<p>
+Maps are fascinating reading. "Neb" must not think that
+religious faith ever occasioned a war. Russia sincerely desires the
+protection of Greek Christians in Roumania and Bulgaria in Europe,
+and Armenia in Asia, but she wants also to send her ships free to the
+winds through from the Black Sea to the Mediterranean. Look at the
+map once more, "Neb," and see how much of a great country, fertile,
+strong, and industrious, is closed and shut against the outer
+world by the absolute Turkish control of the Bosphorus and the
+Dardanelles.</p></blockquote>
+
+
+<br /><hr class="short" /><br /><br />
+
+<blockquote><p class="author">
+Indianapolis, 1877.</p>
+<p>
+<span class="sc">Dear St. Nicholas</span>: I have taken every number of your splendid
+magazine, and I will now try to do my share to entertain the
+others.</p>
+<p>
+My papa was a soldier in the great civil war, and I was born in
+camp just after the close of the war, and am now nearly twelve years
+old.</p>
+<p>
+General Sherman, who made the great "march to the sea," wrote
+me a letter, which is very much too good for one boy alone, so I send
+it to you to publish, so that other children may have the benefit of it
+too.&mdash;Your reader,</p>
+<p class="author">
+<span class="sc">Bernie M</span>.</p>
+</blockquote><br /><br /><br />
+
+<blockquote class="note">
+<p class="author">
+"Head-quarters Army of the United States,<br />
+"Washington, D. C., April 21, 1877.</p>
+
+<div class="poem2">
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>"<span class="sc">Master Bernie M</span>.</p>
+<p class="i6">"Indianapolis:</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>
+"I have received the handsome photograph sent me, and recognize
+the features of a fine young lad, who has before him every opportunity
+to grow up a man of fine physique, with a mind cultivated to
+meet whatever vicissitudes and opportunities the future may present.
+Many boys in reading history have a feeling of regret that their lives
+had not fallen in some former period, replete with events of stirring
+interest, such as our Revolutionary War, or that in Mexico, or even
+the Civil War, wherein they feel that they might have played a conspicuous
+part.</p>
+<p>
+"Don't you make this mistake. The next hundred years will present
+more opportunities for distinction than the past, for our country
+now contains only forty millions of people, which will probably double
+every thirty-three years, so that if you live to three score years and
+ten you will be a citizen of a republic of two hundred millions of
+people. Now, all changes are attended by conflict of mind or of arms,
+and you may rest easy that there will be plenty for you to do, and
+plenty of honor and fame if you want them. The true rule of life is
+to prepare in advance, so as to be ready for the opportunity when it
+presents itself.</p>
+<p>
+"I surely hope you will grow in strength and knowledge, and do
+a full man's share in building up the future of this country, which
+your fathers have prepared for you.</p>
+
+  <p class="author">"Truly your friend,<br />
+<span class="sc">"W.T. Sherman</span>, General."</p></blockquote>
+
+
+   <br /><br /><hr class="short" /><br /><br /><br />
+<blockquote class="comment"><p>
+No doubt many of our readers have read some of the poems of
+Charles and Mary Lamb, and all who have will be interested in the
+following news concerning one of their books. In 1809 they published
+a little volume of "Poetry for Children," but only a few copies
+were printed, and these were soon out of print, so that the book
+has long been considered lost to the world. It was recently discovered,
+however, that the little book had been reprinted in Boston
+in 1812, and the only two copies of this edition known to exist in
+this country have lately come into possession of Messrs. Scribner,
+Armstrong &amp; Co., who intend to republish the volume this fall. The
+book contains many delightful little poems for boys and girls, prettily
+rhymed, and full of the quaint humor and conceits which mark the
+other writings of the authors. We should like to print several of
+them, but have only room for these:</p></blockquote>
+ <br /><br />
+
+<h3><span class="sc">The Young Letter-Writer</span>.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+<div class="stanza">
+<p><i>Dear Sir</i>, <i>Dear Madam</i>, or <i>Dear Friend</i>,</p>
+    <p class="i2">With ease are written at the top;</p>
+  <p>When these two happy words are penn'd,</p>
+    <p class="i2">A youthful writer oft will stop,</p></div>
+<div class="stanza">
+  <p>And bite his pen, and lift his eyes,</p>
+    <p class="i2">As if he thinks to find in air</p>
+  <p>The wish'd-for following words, or tries</p>
+    <p class="i2">To fix his thoughts by fixed stare.</p></div>
+<div class="stanza">
+  <p>But haply all in vain&mdash;the next</p>
+    <p class="i2">Two words may be so long before</p>
+  <p>They'll come, the writer, sore perplext,</p>
+    <p class="i2">Gives in despair the matter o'er;</p></div>
+<div class="stanza">
+  <p>And when maturer age he sees</p>
+    <p class="i2">With ready pen so swift inditing,</p>
+  <p>With envy he beholds the ease</p>
+    <p class="i2">Of long-accustom'd letter-writing.</p></div>
+<div class="stanza">
+  <p>Courage, young friend, the time may be,</p>
+    <p class="i2">When you attain maturer age,</p>
+  <p>Some young as you are now may see</p>
+    <p class="i2">You with like ease glide down a page.</p></div>
+<div class="stanza">
+  <p>Ev'n then, when you, to years a debtor,</p>
+    <p class="i2">In varied phrase your meanings wrap,</p>
+  <p>The welcom'st words in all your letter</p>
+    <p class="i2">May be those two kind words at top.</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+ <br /><br />
+
+<h3><span class="sc">Crumbs to the Birds</span>.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+<div class="stanza">
+  <p>A bird appears a thoughtless thing,</p>
+  <p>He's ever living on the wing,</p>
+  <p>And keeps up such a carolling,</p>
+  <p>That little else to do but sing</p>
+        <p class="i6">A man would guess had he.</p></div>
+<div class="stanza">
+  <p>No doubt he has his little cares,</p>
+  <p>And very hard he often fares;</p>
+  <p>The which so patiently he bears,</p>
+  <p>That, listening to those cheerful airs,</p>
+        <p class="i6">Who knows but he may be</p></div>
+<div class="stanza">
+  <p>In want of his next meal of seeds?</p>
+  <p>I think for <i>that</i> his sweet song pleads;</p>
+  <p>If so, his pretty art succeeds.</p>
+  <p>I'll scatter there among the weeds</p>
+        <p class="i6">All the small crumbs I see.</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+   <br /><br /><hr class="short" /><br /><br /><br />
+<blockquote class="comment"><p>
+We very seldom take up a book only to break the tenth commandment;
+but Bayard Taylor's recent volume, "The Boys of Other
+Countries," published by the Putnams, always has that effect upon us,
+for we wish that every one of the stories in it had been written for
+ST. NICHOLAS. The best thing we can say to our boys and girls, of
+a book so well described by its title, is that it contains "Jon of Iceland,"
+which originally appeared in this magazine, and that each of
+the stories is as good in its way as "Jon" itself.</p></blockquote>
+
+<br /><br /><hr class="short" /><br /><br /><br />
+<a name="page71" id="page71"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;71]</span>
+
+<h2>THE RIDDLE-BOX.</h2>
+
+
+
+<div class="riddle">
+<h4>DOUBLE ACROSTIC.</h4>
+<p>
+The initials name a noted philosopher, and the finals an eminent
+astronomer.</p>
+<p>
+1. A narrow arm of the sea. 2. A beautiful flower. 3. A tree,
+usually growing in moist land. 4. A small marine animal. 5. A
+river in the United States. 6. A cone-bearing tree. 7. A tract of land,
+surrounded by water. 8. A metal.</p>
+<p class="author">
+ISOLA.</p><br /><br />
+
+
+<h4>BROKEN WORDS.</h4>
+<p>
+Find a word to fill the single blank, and divide it into smaller
+words (without transposing any letters) to fill the other blanks. Thus:
+Such <i>forages</i> have gone on in that forest <i>for ages</i>.</p>
+<p>
+1. You must not think the whole were &mdash;&mdash; because he &mdash;&mdash; &mdash;&mdash;.
+2. One of this boy's minor &mdash;&mdash; is his constant climbing &mdash;&mdash; &mdash;&mdash;.
+3. When I gave him a pledge, the toper said with a &mdash;&mdash; look, "You
+ &mdash;&mdash; &mdash;&mdash; &mdash;&mdash; &mdash;&mdash;." 6. The alder was pictured against the &mdash;&mdash;,
+every branch, leaf, and &mdash;&mdash; &mdash;&mdash; standing out clearly.</p>
+<p class="author">
+B.</p><br /><br />
+
+
+<h4>PICTORIAL NUMERICAL, REBUS.</h4>
+<p>
+Find the sum expressed in each horizontal row, and add together the
+four numbers thus found, to form the complete sum
+expressed by the rebus.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/079-400.jpg" width="400" height="402" alt="PICTORIAL NUMERICAL, REBUS." border="0" />
+</div><br /><br />
+
+
+<h4>HOUR-GLASS PUZZLE.</h4>
+<p>
+1. Unceasing. 2. Of little worth. 3. Habitation. 4. Ancient.
+5. A vowel. 6. Devoured. 7. To muse. 8. A maker of arms.
+9. Small flat fish. The centrals read downward name the act of unfolding.</p>
+<p class="author">
+GEORGE CHINN.</p><br /><br />
+
+
+<h4>BEHEADINGS AND CURTAILINGS.</h4>
+<p>
+1. Curtail a disgrace, and leave an imposture. Behead, and
+leave one of Noah's sons. Curtail, and leave an exclamation denoting
+surprise, joy, or grief. Behead again, and leave a vowel.</p>
+<p>
+2. Curtail a color, and leave a very small part. Behead, and leave
+a verb signifying "to strike."  Behead again, and leave a pronoun.
+Curtail, and leave a simple, personal pronoun.</p>
+<p>
+3. Curtail a beautiful marine production, and leave a girl's name.
+Behead, and leave an ancient coin. Curtail, and leave a conjunction.
+Behead, and leave a consonant.</p>
+<p>
+4. Behead a part of the body, and leave a kind of tree. Curtail,
+and leave an article used in toilets. Behead, and leave a preposition.
+Curtail, and leave a pronoun.</p>
+<p>
+5. Curtail a sweet juice collected by bees, and leave a stone for
+sharpening razors. Behead, and leave a number. Curtail, and leave
+a preposition. Curtail, and leave an invocation.</p>
+<p class="author">
+N. T. M.</p><br /><br />
+
+
+<h4>NUMERICAL ENIGMA.</h4>
+<p>
+After handing a mug of 9, 2, 3 to the man who was at the 7, 4,
+5 of the 1, 6, 8, Frank resumed reading the life of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7,
+8, 9.</p>
+<p class="author">
+ISOLA.</p><br /><br />
+
+
+<h4>EASY DIAMOND PUZZLE.</h4>
+<p>
+1. In dwelling but not in house. 2. A Spanish poem. 3. A girl's
+name. 4. A precious stone. 5. A term in English law. 6. An insect.
+7. In bird but not in beast.</p>
+<p class="author">
+O'B.</p><br /><br />
+
+
+<h4>CHARADE.</h4>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+<div class="stanza">
+<p class="i16"><b>I.</b></p></div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>Out on the hill-side, bleak and bare,</p>
+<p>In winter's chill and summer's glare,</p>
+<p>Down by the ocean's rugged shore,</p>
+<p>Where the restless billows toss and roar,</p>
+<p>Deep in gloomy caves and mines,</p>
+<p>Where mists are foul and the sun ne'er shines,</p>
+<p>Man studies my first and second well,</p>
+<p>To learn what story they have to tell.</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+<br />
+<div class="poem1">
+<div class="stanza">
+<p class="i16"><b>II.</b></p></div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>Go to the depths of the fathomless sea,</p>
+<p>Go where the dew-drop shines on the lea,</p>
+<p>Go where are gathered in lands afar,</p>
+<p>The treasures of earth for the rich bazaar,</p>
+<p>Go to the crowded ball-room, where</p>
+<p>All that is lovely, and young, and fair,</p>
+<p>Charms the soul with beauty and grace,</p>
+<p>And my third shall meet you face to face.</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+<br />
+<div class="poem1">
+<div class="stanza">
+<p class="i16"><b>III.</b></p></div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>When war's red hand was raised to slay,</p>
+<p>And front to front great armies lay,</p>
+<p>Then, oft in the silent midnight camp,</p>
+<p>When naught was heard but the sentry's tramp,</p>
+<p>As he patiently paced his lonely round,</p>
+<p>My whole was sought, and yet when found,</p>
+<p>It sent full many a warrior brave</p>
+<p>To his last long rest, in a soldier's grave.</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+<p class="author">
+E. J. A.</p><br /><br />
+
+
+<h4>PUZZLE BOUQUET.</h4>
+<p>
+1. A cunning animal and a covering for the hand. 2. A voracious
+bird of prey and a useless plant. 3. A pipe and a flower. 4. A
+sweetmeat and a bunch of hair. 5. A noun meaning a quick breaking
+and a winged serpent. 6. A stone fence and the blossom of a plant.
+7. Fragrant and a vegetable. 8. An entertainment of dancing and
+a boy's nickname. 9. Vapor frozen in flakes, and to let fall. 10. To
+enter into the conjugal state, and a precious metal.</p>
+<p class="author">
+GEORGE CHINN.</p><br /><br />
+
+
+<h4>TRANSPOSITIONS.</h4>
+<p>
+Fill the first blank with a certain word, and then, by transposing
+the final letter to the place of the initial, form a word to fill the second
+blank. Example: In the <i>halls</i> of her ancestors she <i>shall</i> tread without
+fear.</p>
+<p>
+1. There is not on &mdash;&mdash; a person of larger &mdash;&mdash;. 2. On the banks
+of the &mdash;&mdash; the traveler &mdash;&mdash; alone. 3. As the thought of her kindness
+&mdash;&mdash; up in my heart, it causes it to &mdash;&mdash; with gratitude. 4. It
+was with no &mdash;&mdash; intent that &mdash;&mdash; destroyed his first will. 5. I noticed
+on the &mdash;&mdash; of the pond quantities of &mdash;&mdash;.</p>
+<p class="author">
+B.</p><br /><br />
+
+
+<h4>LETTER ANAGRAMS.</h4>
+<p>
+Write a line in each case describing the position of the letters
+toward each other, and transpose the letters used in this description
+to make a word which will answer the definition given. Thus:</p>
+
+<p>
+&nbsp;<tt>R. }</tt>&nbsp; A part of the day. <i>Ans</i>. R. on M. (transposed) Morn.<br />
+&nbsp;<tt>M. }</tt></p>
+
+
+
+<p>
+<tt>1. &nbsp;{ L. }</tt>&nbsp;  A kind of bird.<br />
+   <tt>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;{ P. }</tt><br /><br />
+<tt>2. &nbsp;S. R.</tt>&nbsp;   Parts of a house.<br /><br />
+<tt>3. &nbsp;S. T.</tt>&nbsp;   A piece of furniture.<br /><br />
+<tt>4. &nbsp;{ L. }</tt>&nbsp;  To pillage.<br />
+   <tt>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;{ P. }</tt><br /><br />
+<tt>5. &nbsp;{ Et. }</tt>&nbsp; Not rhythmical.<br />
+   <tt>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;{ Ic. }</tt></p>
+
+<p class="author">
+H. H. D.</p><br /><br />
+
+
+<h4>HIDDEN DRESS GOODS.</h4>
+<p>
+1. Seizing the rascal I compelled him to give up the money. 2.
+Aunt Nell is fond of singing Hamburg. 3. Belle Prescott only failed
+once last year. 4. Eveline never learned to control herself. 5. Where
+is Towser, Gertie? 6. I met Homer in Oregon. 7. Where did you
+find such a queer fossil, Kenneth? 8. Tom Thumb is a tiny specimen
+of humanity. 9. Did Erasmus Lincoln lose all his property by
+the fire?</p><br /><br />
+
+<a name="page72" id="page72"></a><span class="left">[page&nbsp;72]</span>
+
+<h4>PICTORIAL, PROVERB-ACROSTIC.</h4>
+<p>
+Arrange the words represented by the numbered pictures in their order. The initials
+and finals (reading down the former and continuing
+down the latter) form a familiar proverb, the sentiment of which is suggested by
+the central picture.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/080-500.jpg" width="500" height="464" alt="PICTORIAL, PROVERB-ACROSTIC." border="0" />
+</div>
+
+   <br /><br /><hr class="short" /><br /><br /><br />
+
+
+<h3>ANSWERS TO PUZZLES IN OCTOBER NUMBER.</h3>
+
+
+<p class="note"><span class="sc">Double Diamond Puzzle</span>.&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+<div class="stanza">
+<p class="i8"><tt>M</tt></p>
+<p class="i6"><tt>G A S</tt></p>
+<p class="i4"><tt>M A P L E</tt></p>
+<p class="i6"><tt>S L Y</tt></p>
+<p class="i8"><tt>E</tt></p>
+<p class="i8"><tt>S</tt></p>
+<p class="i6"><tt>N U T</tt></p>
+<p class="i4"><tt>S U G A R</tt></p>
+<p class="i6"><tt>T A R</tt></p>
+<p class="i8"><tt>R</tt></p>
+</div>
+</div>
+<br /><br />
+
+<p class="note">
+<span class="sc">Square-Word</span>.&mdash;Midas, Ivory, Donor, Arose, Syten.<br />
+<span class="sc">Charade</span>.&mdash;Dilapidated.<br />
+<span class="sc">Numerical Enigma</span>.&mdash;Handsome.<br />
+<span class="sc">Double Acrostic</span>&mdash;Centennial Exposition.&mdash;<b>C</b>lov<b>E</b>, <b>E</b>sse<b>X</b>,<br />
+<b>N</b>a<b>P</b>, <b>T</b>allyh<b>O</b>, <b>E</b>piglotti<b>S</b>, <b>N</b>erol<b>I</b>, <b>N</b>ahan<b>T</b>,
+<b>I</b>tta<b>I</b>, <b>A</b>rn<b>O</b>, <b>L</b>emo<b>N</b>.</p>
+
+<p class="note">
+<span class="sc">Riddle</span>.&mdash;Linest, Inlets, Enlist, Tinsel, Silent, Listen.</p>
+<p class="note">
+<span class="sc">Diagonal Puzzle</span>.&mdash;Grand, Prate.</p>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+<div class="stanza">
+<p class="i4"><tt>G L A R E</tt></p>
+<p class="i4"><tt>C R A T E</tt></p>
+<p class="i4"><tt>P L A T E</tt></p>
+<p class="i4"><tt>C R A N E</tt></p>
+<p class="i4"><tt>P L A I D</tt></p>
+</div>
+</div>
+<p class="note">
+<span class="sc">Combination Puzzle</span>.&mdash;</p>
+<div class="poem1">
+<div class="stanza">
+<p class="i4"><tt>P&mdash;rive&mdash;T</tt></p>
+<p class="i4"><tt>E&mdash;pod&mdash;&ndash;E</tt></p>
+<p class="i4"><tt>A&mdash;lid&mdash;&ndash;A</tt></p>
+<p class="i4"><tt>C&mdash;ape&mdash;&ndash;S</tt></p>
+<p class="i4"><tt>E&mdash;lop&mdash;&ndash;E</tt></p>
+</div>
+</div>
+<p class="note">
+<span class="sc">Easy Diamond Puzzle</span>.&mdash;I, Asa, Isola, Ale, A.</p>
+<p class="note">
+<span class="sc">Puzzle</span>.&mdash;Gondola.</p><br /><br />
+<p class="note">
+<span class="sc">Answers to Puzzles in September Number</span> were received previous to September 18, from&mdash;Emma Elliott, Brainerd P. Emery,
+Allie Bertram, Sarah D. Oakley, "Camille and Leonie," "Tip," "Yankee," J.W. Myers, George G. Champlin, Alice M. Mason, Maria
+Peckham, Florence E. Hyde, Minnie Warner, B. O'Hara, "Green Mountain Boy," John Hinkley, Florence Wilcox, "Bessie and Sue,"
+Julia Kirene Ladd, Grace Austin Smith, Arthur C. Smith, George Herbert White, William A. Crocker, Jr, Georgiana Mead, A.G.D.,
+James Iredell, Lizzie and Anna, Agnes E. Kennedy, Anna E. Mathewson, C.S. Riche, Edith McKeever, Nessie E. Stevens, Carrie
+Lawson, Charles G. Todd, Ella and Kittie Blanke, W. Creighton Spencer, W. Irving Spencer, Edith Heard, M.W.C., Mary C. Warren,
+Lena and Annie, Annie Streckewald, Hattie Peck, Jennie Passmore, George J. Fiske.</p>
+</div>
+
+
+<br /><br /><br/>
+
+<hr class="full" /><br/><br/>
+<table width="50%" align="center" summary="note" border="0">
+<tr>
+    <td class="note">
+<p class="tag">
+Transcriber's Note:<br />
+Some parts of the TOC were illegible, and a few missing page numbers have
+been replaced with '?'s.</p>
+<p class="tag">
+p. 27: changed 'rains' to 'trains':<br />
+...--; just like the
+lines by which trains are made to run easily off one
+track on to another.</p>
+<p class="tag">
+p. 30: Missing opening quote replaced:<br />
+"The snows that glittered on the disc of Mars..."
+</p>
+<p class="tag">
+p. 31: ' replaced with ":
+"Don't you think, papa, that that's enough about
+the sun? Come and play with us on the lawn."</p>
+<p class="tag">
+p. 59: Missing ) replaced:<br />
+...(widening the strip,
+however, in proportion as the fabric is thinner). </p>
+
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+
+
+<br/><br/><br /><hr class="full" /><br /><br />
+<a name="index" id="index"></a>
+<h3>CONTENTS VOLUME V.</h3>
+
+<table width="110%" align="center" border="0" summary="contents">
+<tr>
+ <td colspan="2" valign="top">&nbsp;</td>
+ <td class="right">PAGE</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Alcott</span>, Miss. (Illustrated from photograph)</td>
+<td><i>F. B. S.</i> </td>
+<td class="right">129</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Alphabet Fran�ais</span>, Un. (Illustrated)</td>
+<td><i>Laura Caxton</i> </td>
+<td class="right">816</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Always Behindhand</span>. Talk with Girls</td>
+<td><i>M. D. K.</i> </td>
+<td class="right">434</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Annie and the Balls</span>. (Illustrated by the Author)</td>
+<td><i>H. E. H.</i> </td>
+<td class="right">205</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">April's Sunbeam</span>. Verses</td>
+<td><i>Joy Allison</i> </td>
+<td class="right">398</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Arms of Great Britain</span>, The. (Illustrated by Alfred Kappes)</td>
+<td><i>Susan Archer Weiss</i> </td>
+<td class="right">190</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Atlantic Cable</span>, Secrets of the. (Illustrated by A. C. Warren)</td>
+<td><i>William  H. Rideing</i> </td>
+<td class="right">327</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Ax of Ranier</span>, The. (Illustrated by E.B. Bensell)</td>
+<td><i>Thomas Dunn English</i> </td>
+<td class="right">709</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<a href="#page69"><span class="sc">"Baby's Opera" and Walter Crane</span>, The.</a></td>
+<td>&nbsp;</td>
+<td class="right"><a href="#page69">69</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Barbecue</span>, The. (Illustrated by Walter Shirlaw)</td>
+<td><i>Sarah Winter Kellogg</i> </td>
+<td class="right">602</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Belinda Blonde</span>. Verses. </td>
+<td><i>Laura E. Richards</i></td>
+<td class="right">272</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<a  href="#bell"><span class="sc">Bell-Ringers</span>, The Stickleback.</a> (Illustrated by James C. Beard)</td>
+<td><i>C. F. Holder</i></td>
+<td class="right"><a href="#page31">31</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Birds and their Families</span>. (Illustrated)</td>
+<td><i>Professor W. K. Brooks</i> </td>
+<td class="right">606</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Birds Fly</span>, How. (Illustrated)</td>
+<td><i>Professor W. K. Brooks</i></td>
+<td class="right">734</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<a  href="#boggs"><span class="sc">Boggs's Photograph</span>.</a>  Picture.</td>
+<td>&nbsp;</td>
+<td class="right"><a href="#page21">21</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Born in Prison</span>. (Illustrated by Edwin L. Sheppard)</td>
+<td><i>Julia P. Ballard</i> </td>
+<td class="right">730</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Boy in the Box</span>, The. (Illustrated by C.S. Reinhart)</td>
+<td><i>Helen C. Barnard</i> </td>
+<td class="right">356</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Boy's Experience with Tar Marbles</span>, A. (Illustrated by Jessie Curtis)</td>
+<td><i>C. S. N.</i></td>
+<td class="right">617</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Boy who Jumped on Trains</span>, The. Poem. (Illustrated by L. Hopkins)</td>
+<td><i>Mary Hartwell</i> </td>
+<td class="right">132</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Bruno's Revenge</span>. (Illustrated)</td>
+<td><i>Author of "Alice in Wonderland</i> </td>
+<td class="right">18?</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Butterfly-Chase</span>, The. Poem. </td>
+<td><i>Ellis Gray</i></td>
+<td class="right">548</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Butts, A Chapter of Five Pictures</span>.</td>
+<td>&nbsp;</td>
+<td class="right">77</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">By the Sad Sea Waves</span>.   Picture drawn by </td>
+<td><i>"Sphinx"</i> </td>
+<td class="right">716</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<a href="#page68"><span class="sc">Can a Little Child Like Me</span>?</a> (Thanksgiving Hymn)</td>
+<td><i>Mary Mapes Dodge</i> </td>
+<td class="right"><a href="#page68">68</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Canary that Talked too Much</span>, The. </td>
+<td><i>Margaret Eytinge</i> </td>
+<td class="right">331</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Carlyle</span>, Thomas. (Crumbs from Older Reading, III.)</td>
+<td><i>Julia E. Sargent</i></td>
+<td class="right">565</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Carol</span>, The Minstrel's. A Christmas Colloquy.</td>
+<td><i>I. V. Blake</i></td>
+<td class="right">153</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Charades</span>, Four. Verses.</td>
+<td><i>C. P. Cranch</i></td>
+<td class="right">406</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Charcoal-Burners' Fire</span>, The. (Illustrated by J.L. Dickinson)</td>
+<td><i>David Ker</i></td>
+<td class="right">490</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<a  href="#wolves"><span class="sc">Chased by Wolves</span>.</a> (Illustrated)</td>
+<td><i>George Dudley Lawson</i></td>
+<td class="right"><a href="#page3">3</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<a  href="#page1"><span class="sc">Child-Queen</span>, A.</a> (Illustrated by Alfred Fredericks) </td>
+<td><i>Cecilia Cleveland</i> </td>
+<td class="right"><a href="#page1">1</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Christmas Card</span>.</td>
+<td>&nbsp;</td>
+<td class="right">91</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<a href="#page42"><span class="sc">Christmas-Gifts</span>, A Budget of Home-Made.</a> (Illustrated)</td>
+<td>&nbsp;</td>
+<td class="right"><a href="#page42">42</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Churning</span>. Poem. (Illustrated by J. E. Kelly)</td>
+<td><i>Sara Keables Hunt</i></td>
+<td class="right">676</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Cock and the Sun</span>, The. Jingle. (Illustrated by F. S. Church)</td>
+<td><i>J. P. B</i> </td>
+<td class="right">359</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Common-sense in the Household</span>. Verses. (Illustrated by Jessie Curtis)</td>
+<td><i>Margaret Vandegrift</i> </td>
+<td class="right">326</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Coolest Man in Russia</span>, The. (Illustrated by J. E. Kelly)</td>
+<td><i>David Ker</i></td>
+<td class="right">229</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<a  href="#cricket"><span class="sc">Cricket on the Hearth</span>, The.</a> Poem. (Illustrated)</td>
+<td><i>Clara Doty Bates</i> </td>
+<td class="right"><a href="#page33">33</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Crip's Garret-Day</span>.</td>
+<td><i>Sarah J. Prichard</i></td>
+<td class="right">339</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Crow that the Crow Crowed</span>, The.</td>
+<td><i>S. Conant Foster</i></td>
+<td class="right">694</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Crumbs from Older Reading</span></td>
+<td><i>Julia E. Sargent</i></td>
+<td>&nbsp;</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+  I. <span class="sc">Emerson</span></td>
+<td>&nbsp;</td>
+<td class="right">262</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+  II. <span class="sc">Irving</span></td>
+<td>&nbsp;</td>
+<td class="right">354</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+  III. <span class="sc">Carlyle</span></td>
+<td>&nbsp;</td>
+<td class="right">565</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Dab Kinzer</span>: A Story of a Growing Boy. (Illustrated by H. F. Farney, Geo. Inness, Jr., Sol. Eytinge and H. P. Smith)</td>
+<td><i>William O. Stoddard</i> </td>
+<td class="right">553, 620, 679, 744, 798</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Debby's Christmas</span>. (Illustrated by Jessie Curtis)</td>
+<td><i>Ella A. Drinkwater</i></td>
+<td class="right">223</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Dick Hardin away at School</span>.</td>
+<td><i>Lucy J. Rider</i> </td>
+<td class="right">386</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Digger-Wasps at Home</span>, The. (Illustrated by R. Riordan)</td>
+<td><i>E. A. E.</i></td>
+<td class="right">667</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Dog-Show</span>, A Visit to a London. (Illustrated by J. F. Runge)</td>
+<td><i>Laura Sked Pomeroy</i></td>
+<td class="right">420</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<a href="#tragedy"><span class="sc">Domestic Tragedy</span>, A.</a> In Two Parts (Illustration)</td>
+<td>&nbsp;</td>
+<td class="right"><a href="#page31">31</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Drifted into Port</span>. (Illustrated by Sol. Eytinge and Thomas Moran)</td>
+<td><i>Edwin Hodder</i> </td>
+<td class="right">342, 425, 494</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Easter Eggs</span>. Poem.</td>
+<td><i>Clara W. Raymond</i></td>
+<td class="right">419</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Easter in Germany</span>. (Illustrated)</td>
+<td><i>F. E. Corne</i></td>
+<td class="right">381</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Easter Lilies</span>.  Picture </td>
+<td>&nbsp;</td>
+<td class="right">399</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Emergency Mistress</span>, The. (Illustrated)</td>
+<td><i>Frank R. Stockton</i></td>
+<td class="right">669</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Emerson, Ralph Waldo</span>. (Crumbs from Older Reading, I.)</td>
+<td><i>Julia E. Sargent</i> </td>
+<td class="right">262</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Exciting Ride</span> An. Picture drawn by</td>
+<td><i>Miss S. A. Rankin</i> </td>
+<td class="right">652</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Fair Exchange</span>, A. Poem.</td>
+<td><i>M. F. Butts</i> </td>
+<td class="right">820</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Father Chirp</span>.  Verses. (Illustrated by L. Hopkins)</td>
+<td><i>S. C. Stone</i></td>
+<td class="right">476</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Fern-Seed</span>. Poem.</td>
+<td><i>Celia Thaxter</i></td>
+<td class="right">705</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Fishing-Birds of Florida</span>, Some. (Illustrated)</td>
+<td><i>Mrs. Mary Treat</i></td>
+<td class="right">282</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Forty</span>, Less One. Poem. (Illustrated by Sol. Eytinge)</td>
+<td><i>James Richardson</i></td>
+<td class="right">579</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">"Four little Houses Blue and Round</span>." Jingle</td>
+<td><i>M. F. B.</i></td>
+<td class="right">465</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Fox, The Monkey, and the Pig</span>, The.  (Illustrated by the Author)</td>
+<td><i>Howard Pyle</i></td>
+<td class="right">743</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Fox and the Turkeys</span>, The. (Illustrated from Gustave Dor�)</td>
+<td><i>Susan Coolidge</i></td>
+<td class="right">756</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Full Stop</span>, A.  Silhouette picture drawn by</td>
+<td><i>L. Hopkins</i></td>
+<td class="right">387</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Gerty</span>. (Illustrated by Frederick Dielman)</td>
+<td><i>Margaret W. Hamilton</i></td>
+<td class="right">690</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Get Up! Got Down</span>! Silhouettes drawn by</td>
+<td><i>L. Hopkins</i></td>
+<td class="right">461</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Gifts for St. Nicholas</span>. Poem.</td>
+<td><i>Emma E. Brewster</i></td>
+<td class="right">294</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Girl who Saved the General</span>, The. (Illustrated by H. F. Farney) </td>
+<td><i>Charles H. Woodman</i></td>
+<td class="right">577</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Guest</span>, An Agreeable </td>
+<td><i>Susan A. Brown</i></td>
+<td class="right">180</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Hansa</span>, The Little Lapp Maiden. (Illustrated)</td>
+<td><i>Kate B. Horton</i></td>
+<td class="right">305</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Happy Fields of Summer</span>. Poem. (Illustrated)</td>
+<td><i>Lucy Larcom</i></td>
+<td class="right">666</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">"Happy Little Froggy</span>." Poem. (Illustrated by F. S. Church)</td>
+<td><i>E. M�ller</i></td>
+<td class="right">789</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Horse at Sea</span>, A. (Illustrated by J. E. Kelly)</td>
+<td><i>C. B.</i></td>
+<td class="right">367</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Horses of Venice</span>, The Famous. (Illustrated)</td>
+<td><i>Mary Lloyd</i></td>
+<td class="right">89</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">How Birds Fly</span>. (Illustrated)</td>
+<td><i>Professor W. K. Brooks</i></td>
+<td class="right">734</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">How He Caught Him</span>. Six Pictures.</td>
+<td>&nbsp;</td>
+<td class="right">740</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<a href="#page34"><span class="sc">How I Weighed the Thanksgiving Turkey</span>.</a></td>
+<td><i>G. M. Shaw</i></td>
+<td class="right"><a href="#page34">34</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">How Kitty got Her New Hat</span>. (Illustrated by J. E. Kelly) </td>
+<td><i>E. P. W.</i></td>
+<td class="right">182</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">How Kitty was Lost in a Turkish Bazaar</span>. (Illustrated by Howard Pyle) </td>
+<td><i>Sara Keables Hunt</i></td>
+<td class="right">377</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">How Lily-Toes was Caught in a Shower</span>. (Illustrated by Jessie Curtis) </td>
+<td><i>Emily H. Leland</i></td>
+<td class="right">731</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">How Mandy went Rowing with the Cap'n</span>. (Illustrated by the Author) </td>
+<td><i>Mary Hallock Foote</i></td>
+<td class="right">449</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">How Matches are Made</span>. (Illustrated by A. C. Warren)</td>
+<td><i>F. H. C</i></td>
+<td class="right">315</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">How Sir William Phips Found the Treasure in the Sea</span>. (Illustrated by J. O. Davidson)</td>
+<td><i>S. G. W. Benjamin</i></td>
+<td class="right">278</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">How Teddy Cut the Pie</span>. Verses. (Illustrated)</td>
+<td><i>Rossiter Johnson</i></td>
+<td class="right">821</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">How the Pony was Taken</span>. (Illustrated)</td>
+<td><i>C. W.</i></td>
+<td class="right">174</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">How the Stone-Age Children Played</span>. (Illustrated)</td>
+<td><i>Charles C. Abbott</i></td>
+<td class="right">413</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">How the Weather is Foretold</span>. (Illustrated by W. H. Gibson)</td>
+<td><i>James H. Flint</i></td>
+<td class="right">581</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">How to Keep a Journal</span>.</td>
+<td><i>W. S. Jerome</i></td>
+<td class="right">789</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">How to Make a Telephone</span>. (Illustrated)</td>
+<td><i>M. F.</i></td>
+<td class="right">549</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">How to Travel</span>.</td>
+<td><i>Susan Anna Brown</i></td>
+<td class="right">650</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">How Willy Wolly Went a-Fishing</span>. Verses. (Illustrated by Howard Pyle)</td>
+<td><i>S. C. Stone</i></td>
+<td class="right">562</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Huckleberry</span>.  (Illustrated)</td>
+<td><i>Frank R. Stockton</i></td>
+<td class="right">274</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Ice-Boat</span>, How to make an. (Diagrams by the Author) </td>
+<td><i>J. H. Hubbard</i></td>
+<td class="right">220</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">"I'm a Little Story</span>." Poem. (Illustrated by Sol. Eytinge) </td>
+<td><i>Margaret Eytinge</i></td>
+<td class="right">380</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Irving, Washington</span>. (Crumbs from Older Reading, III.)</td>
+<td><i>Julia E. Sargent</i></td>
+<td class="right">354</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Italian Flower-Merchant</span>, The Little. Picture drawn by</td>
+<td><i>Miss E. M. S. Scannell</i></td>
+<td class="right">475</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Jack's Christmas</span>. (Illustrated by Jennie Brownscombe)</td>
+<td><i>Emma K. Parrish</i></td>
+<td class="right">124</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Japanese "House that Jack Built</span>," The. Picture drawn by</td>
+<td><i>William McDougal</i></td>
+<td class="right">219</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Jingles</span>.</td>
+<td>&nbsp;</td>
+<td class="right"><a href="#page6">6</a>, <a href="#page41">41</a>, 359, 404, 412, 465</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">John and His Velocipede</span>. Sketches drawn by</td>
+<td><i>B. D.</i></td>
+<td class="right">650</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Johnny</span>. (Illustrated by R. Sayre)</td>
+<td><i>Sargent Flint</i></td>
+<td class="right">361</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Johnny's Lost Ball</span>.</td>
+<td><i>Lloyd Wyman</i> </td>
+<td class="right">500</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Juno's Wonderful Troubles</span>. (Illustrated by F.S. Church)</td>
+<td><i>E. M�ller</i></td>
+<td class="right">312</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Kept In</span>. Picture drawn by</td>
+<td><i>M. Woolf</i></td>
+<td class="right">424</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">King and the Hard Bread</span>, The. (Illustrated)</td>
+<td><i>J. L.</i></td>
+<td class="right">503</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">King and the Three Travelers</span>, The. (Illustrated by John Lafarge)</td>
+<td><i>Arlo Bates</i></td>
+<td class="right">207</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">King Cheese</span>. Poem. Versified from story by Maud Christiani. (Illustrated by L. Hopkins)</td>
+<td><i>J. T. Trowbridge</i> </td>
+<td class="right">641</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Lady-Bird</span>, Fly away Home. Picture drawn by</td>
+<td><i>M. Woolf</i></td>
+<td class="right">455</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<a href="#page13"><span class="sc">The Largest Volcano in the World</span>.</a> (Illustrated)
+</td>
+<td><i>Sarah Coan</i></td>
+<td class="right"><a href="#page13">13</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Left Out</span>. Verse.</td>
+<td><i>A. G. W.</i> </td>
+<td class="right">128</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Letter to American Boys</span>, A.</td>
+<td><i>George MacDonald</i></td>
+<td class="right">202</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Linnet's Fee</span>, The. Poem.</td>
+<td><i>Mrs. Annie A. Preston</i></td>
+<td class="right">798</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Lion-Killer</span>, The. (Illustrated by Alfred Kappes). From the French.</td>
+<td><i>Mary Wager Fisher</i></td>
+<td class="right">78</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Little Bear</span>. Poem. (Illustrated by Addie Ledyard)</td>
+<td><i>Samuel W. Duffield</i></td>
+<td class="right">726</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">"Little Bo-Peep, She went to Sleep</span>." Picture drawn by </td>
+<td><i>Miss Jessie McDermot</i></td>
+<td class="right">268</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Little Red Canal-Boat</span>, The. (Illustrated)</td>
+<td><i>M. A. Edwards</i></td>
+<td class="right">541</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Living Silver</span></td>
+<td><i>Mary H. Seymour</i></td>
+<td class="right">350</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">London Chair-Mender</span>. (Illustrated)</td>
+<td><i>Alexander Wainwright</i></td>
+<td class="right">821</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">London Chick-Weed Man</span>, The. (Illustrated)</td>
+<td><i>Alexander Wainwright</i></td>
+<td class="right">361</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">London Dust-Man</span>, The. (Illustrated)</td>
+<td><i>Alexander Wainwright</i></td>
+<td class="right">272</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">London Milk-Woman</span>, The. (Illustrated)</td>
+<td><i>Alexander Wainwright</i></td>
+<td class="right">694</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Long Journey</span>, A. Verses.</td>
+<td><i>Josephine Pollard</i></td>
+<td class="right">540</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<a href="#page22"><span class="sc">Lord Mayor of London's Show</span>, The.</a> (Illustrated)</td>
+<td><i>Jennie A. Owen</i></td>
+<td class="right"><a href="#page22">22</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Mackerel-Fishing</span>. (Illustrated by H. P. Smith)</td>
+<td><i>Robert Arnold</i></td>
+<td class="right">706</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Magician and his Bee</span>, The. (Illustrated)</td>
+<td><i>P.F.</i></td>
+<td class="right">143</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<a  href="#skip"><span class="sc">Making it Skip</span>.</a> Verse. (Illustrated by Thomas Moran)</td>
+<td><i>M. M. D.</i></td>
+<td class="right"><a href="#page15">15</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Making Ready for a Cruise</span>. Picture.</td>
+<td>&nbsp;</td>
+<td class="right">561</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Man Who Didn't Know When to Stop</span>, The. Verse.</td>
+<td><i>M. M. D.</i></td>
+<td class="right">415</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Marbles</span>, Some In-door Games of. (Illustrated)</td>
+<td><i>L. D. Snook</i></td>
+<td class="right">295</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<a href="#page26"><span class="sc">Mars, the Planet of War</span>.</a> (Illustrated by the Author)</td>
+<td><i>Richard A. Proctor</i></td>
+<td class="right"><a href="#page26">26</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Marshal de Saxe and the Dutch Blacksmith</span>.</td>
+<td><i>David Ker</i></td>
+<td class="right">436</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Master Montezuma</span>. (Illustrated)</td>
+<td><i>C. C. Haskins</i></td>
+<td class="right">535</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Matches are Made</span>, How. (Illustrated by A. C. Warren)</td>
+<td><i>F. H. C.</i></td>
+<td class="right">315</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">May-Day</span>, The Story of. (Illustrated by Howard Pyle)</td>
+<td><i>Olive Thorne</i></td>
+<td class="right">486</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Meadow Talk</span>. Verse. (Illustrated by Jessie Curtis)</td>
+<td><i>Caroline Leslie</i> </td>
+<td class="right">617</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Merry Mike</span>. Poem. (Illustrated by Albert Shults)</td>
+<td><i>Fleta Forrester</i></td>
+<td class="right">176</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Merry Rain</span>. Poem.</td>
+<td><i>Fleta Forrester</i></td>
+<td class="right">425</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Mocking-Bird and the Donkey</span>, The. Poem.</td>
+<td><i>William Cullen Bryant</i></td>
+<td class="right">88</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Modern William Tell</span>, A. Picture drawn by</td>
+<td><i>L. Hopkins</i></td>
+<td class="right">207</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<a href="#page7"><span class="sc">Mollie's Boyhood</span>.</a> (Illustrated by George White)</td>
+<td><i>Sarah E. Chester</i></td>
+<td class="right"><a href="#page7">7</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Money is Made</span>, Where. (Illustrated by Fred. B. Schell)</td>
+<td><i>M.W.</i></td>
+<td class="right">477</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Monument with a Story</span>, A.</td>
+<td><i>Fannie Roper Feudge</i></td>
+<td class="right">364</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Moon, from a Frog's Point of View</span>, The. (Illustrated by H. L. Stephens)</td>
+<td><i>Fleta Forrester</i></td>
+<td class="right">677</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Mousie's Adventures from Garret to Cellar</span>. Picture drawn by </td>
+<td>"<i>Sphinx</i>"</td>
+<td class="right">405</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Music on All Fours</span>. Poem. (Illustrated by Sol. Eytinge)</td>
+<td><i>Josephine Pollard</i></td>
+<td class="right">200</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Mustang</span>, The Wild. (Illustrated)</td>
+<td><i>Charles Barnard</i> </td>
+<td class="right">396</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<a  href="#girl"><span class="sc">My Girl</span>.</a> Poem.</td>
+<td><i>John S. Adams</i></td>
+<td class="right"><a href="#page25">25</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">My St. George</span>. (Illustrated by Alfred Kappes)</td>
+<td><i>Alice Maude Eddy</i></td>
+<td class="right">726</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Nancy Chime</span>. Poem. (Illustrated)</td>
+<td><i>S. Smith</i></td>
+<td class="right">739</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Nan's Peace-Offering</span>. (Illustrated by C. S. Reinhart)</td>
+<td><i>Kate W. Hamilton</i></td>
+<td class="right">284</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">News-Carrier</span>, The. Poem. (Illustrated by Jessie Curtis)</td>
+<td><i>Catharine S. Boyd</i> </td>
+<td class="right">349</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">New-Year Card</span>.</td>
+<td>&nbsp;</td>
+<td class="right">182</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Night with a Bear</span>, A. (Illustrated by W. L. Sheppard)</td>
+<td><i>Jane G. Austin</i></td>
+<td class="right">332</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<a  href="#melon"><span class="sc">Nimble Jim and the Magic Melon</span>.</a> (Illustrated by E. B. Bensell)</td>
+<td><i>J. A. Judson</i> </td>
+<td class="right"><a href="#page34">34</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">No School To-Day</span>. Picture. Drawn by F. Opper </td>
+<td>&nbsp;</td>
+<td class="right">146</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Now, or Then</span>? Talk with Girls. </td>
+<td><i>Gail Hamilton</i></td>
+<td class="right">123</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<a  href="#lady-girl"><span class="sc">"Oh, I'm My Mamma's Lady-Girl</span>."</a> Verse. (Illustrated by Addie Ledyard)</td>
+<td><i>M. M. D.</i></td>
+<td class="right"><a href="#page41">41</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Old Man and the Nervous Cow</span>, The. (Illustrated by E. B. Bensell) </td>
+<td><i>R. E.</i> </td>
+<td class="right">264</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Old Nicolai</span>. (Illustrated)</td>
+<td><i>Paul Fort</i></td>
+<td class="right">399</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Old Soup</span>.  (Illustrated by J.E. Kelly)</td>
+<td><i>Mrs. E. W. Latimer</i> </td>
+<td class="right">463</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">"One Day an Ant Went to Visit His Neighbor</span>." Jingle.</td>
+<td><i>M. F. B.</i> </td>
+<td class="right">404</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">One Saturday</span>. (Illustrated by Sol. Eytinge)</td>
+<td><i>Sarah Winter Kellogg</i> </td>
+<td class="right">514</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Only a Doll</span>. Poem.</td>
+<td><i>Sarah O. Jewell</i></td>
+<td class="right">552</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">On the Ice</span>. Picture drawn by </td>
+<td><i>L. Hopkins</i> </td>
+<td class="right">300</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">"Open the Snowy Little Bed</span>." Jingle.</td>
+<td><i>M. F. B.</i> </td>
+<td class="right">412</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Out Fishing</span>. Picture drawn by </td>
+<td><i>J. Hopkins</i></td>
+<td class="right">759</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Painter's Scare-Crow</span>, The. (Illustrated by Sol. Eytinge)</td>
+<td><i>C. P. Cranch</i></td>
+<td class="right">714</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Parisian Children</span>. (Illustrated by K. Brown)</td>
+<td><i>Henry Bacon</i></td>
+<td class="right">456</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Parlor Ball</span>. (Illustrated by the author)</td>
+<td><i>L. Hopkins</i> </td>
+<td class="right">492</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Parlor Magic</span>. (Illustrated)</td>
+<td><i>Professor Leo H. Grindon</i></td>
+<td class="right">811</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Perseus</span>, The Story of.</td>
+<td><i>Mary A. Robinson</i> </td>
+<td class="right">630</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Peterkins are Obliged to Move</span>, The.</td>
+<td><i>Lucretia P. Hale</i> </td>
+<td class="right">458</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Peterkins' Charades</span>, The. </td>
+<td><i>Lucretia P. Hale</i> </td>
+<td class="right">91</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Peter Piper's Pickles</span>, Mrs. (Illustrated by F. S. Church)</td>
+<td><i>E. M�ller</i> </td>
+<td class="right">519</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Poems by Two Little American Girls</span>.</td>
+<td><i>Elaine and Dora Goodale</i> </td>
+<td class="right">109</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<a  href="#polly"><span class="sc">Polly</span>: A Before-Christmas Story.</a> (Illustrated)</td>
+<td><i>Hope Ledyard</i> </td>
+<td class="right"><a href="#page19">19</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Porpoises</span>, About the. (Illustrated by J. O. Davidson)</td>
+<td><i>J. D.</i></td>
+<td class="right">142</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Pottery</span>, A Chat about. (Illustrated from photographs)</td>
+<td><i>Edwin C. Taylor</i> </td>
+<td class="right">104</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Primkins' Surprise</span>, Mrs.  (Illustrated by Sol. Eytinge)</td>
+<td><i>Olive Thorne</i></td>
+<td class="right">794</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Prince Cucurbita</span>.  (Illustrated by E. M. Richards)</td>
+<td><i>Edith A. Edwards</i></td>
+<td class="right">792</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Professor</span>, The.</td>
+<td><i>Clarence Cook</i></td>
+<td class="right">402</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Puck Parker</span>.  (Illustrated by J. Wells Champney)</td>
+<td><i>Lizzie W. Champney</i></td>
+<td class="right">416</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Quicksilver</span>.</td>
+<td><i>Mary H. Seymour</i></td>
+<td class="right">359</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Raid of the Camanches</span>, The.</td>
+<td><i>The Author of "We Boys"</i></td>
+<td class="right">267</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Rain</span>. Poem.</td>
+<td><i>Edgar Fawcett</i></td>
+<td class="right">613</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Ravens and the Angels</span>, The. (Illustrated by Sol. Eytinge)</td>
+<td><i>Author of "The Schonberg-Cotta Family"</i> </td>
+<td class="right">169, 242</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Riddle</span>, A Double. Verses.</td>
+<td><i>J. G. Holland</i></td>
+<td class="right">94</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Rods for Five</span>. (Illustrated)</td>
+<td><i>Sarah Winter Kellogg</i> </td>
+<td class="right">645</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Rowing Against Tide</span>.</td>
+<td><i>Theodore Winthrop</i> </td>
+<td class="right">75</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Sam's Birthday</span>. (Ilustrated by Sol. Eytinge)</td>
+<td><i>Irwin Russell</i> </td>
+<td class="right">482</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Saturday Afternoon</span>. Picture drawn by</td>
+<td><i>Miss S. W. Smith</i> </td>
+<td class="right">725</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Scrubby's Beautiful Tree</span>. (Illustrated by F. A. Chapman and Sol. Eytinge)</td>
+<td><i>J. C. Purdy</i></td>
+<td class="right">147</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Seeing Himself as Others See Him</span>. Picture drawn by</td>
+<td><i>J. Wells Champney</i></td>
+<td class="right">431</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Shepherd-Boy</span>, The. Poem.</td>
+<td><i>Emily S. Oakey</i> </td>
+<td class="right">241</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Silly Goose</span>, The. Poem. (Illustrated by F. S. Church)</td>
+<td><i>E. A. Smuller</i></td>
+<td class="right">453</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Simple Simon</span>. Picture, drawn by </td>
+<td><i>E. B. Bensell</i> </td>
+<td class="right">791</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Sing-a-Sing</span>. Poem. (Illustrated by Alfred Kappes)</td>
+<td><i>S. C. Stone</i></td>
+<td class="right">122</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Sing-Away Bird</span>, The. Poem. </td>
+<td><i>Lucy Larcom</i></td>
+<td class="right">462</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Singing Pins</span>. (Illustrated by A. C. Warren)</td>
+<td><i>Harlan H. Ballard</i></td>
+<td class="right">14?</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Skating</span>. Poem. </td>
+<td><i>Theodore Winthrop</i></td>
+<td class="right">23?</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Sneeze Dodson's First Independence Day</span>. (Illustrated by Sol. Eytinge)</td>
+<td><i>Mrs. M. H. W. Jaquith</i></td>
+<td class="right">61?</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Solimin</span>: A Ship of the Desert. (Illustrated)</td>
+<td><i>Susan Coolidge</i></td>
+<td class="right">26?</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Song of Spring</span>, A.</td>
+<td><i>Caroline A. Mason</i></td>
+<td class="right">48?</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="sc">Something in the Old Clothes Line</span>. (Illustrated)</td>
+<td><i>Paul Fort</i></td>
+<td class="right">21?</td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<a href="#page18"><span class="sc">Story that Wouldn't be Told</span>, The.</a> (Illustrated)
+</td>
+<td><i>Louise Stockton</i></td>
+<td class="right"><a href="#page18">18</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td>
+<a href="#page16"><span class="sc">Willow Wand</span>, The.</a> Poem. (Illustrated)
+</td>
+<td><i>A. E. W.</i></td>
+<td class="right"><a href="#page16">16</a></td>
+</tr>
+</table>
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