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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Buttercup Gold and Other Stories + +Author: Ellen Robena Field + +Release Date: September 21, 2008 [EBook #1978] +Last Updated: January 26, 2013 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK BUTTERCUP GOLD AND OTHER STORIES *** + + + + +Produced by Dianne Bean, and David Widger + + + + + +</pre> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <h1> + BUTTERCUP GOLD AND OTHER STORIES + </h1> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <h2> + By Ellen Robena Field + </h2> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <h4> + Copyrighted, 1894, by the Bangor (Maine) Kindergarten Association <br /> + <br /> This book is lovingly dedicated to the dear kindergarten<br /> + children, and particularly to my little friend, Alice Caro Wing. <br /> + <br /> "Children are God's apostles, day by day sent forth preach of<br /> + love and hope and peace."—Lowell. + </h4> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + "Come to me, O, ye children! + And whisper in my ear + What the birds and winds are singing + In your sunny atmosphere. + + Ye are better than all the ballads + That were ever sung or said; + For ye are living poems + And all the rest are dead."—Longfellow. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + "And Nature, the old nurse, took + The child upon her knee, + Saying: 'Here is a story-book + Thy Father has written for thee."—Longfellow. +</pre> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <blockquote> + <p class="toc"> + <big><b>CONTENTS</b></big> + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0001"> The Little New Year </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0002"> Mother Nature's House Cleaning </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0003"> How the Raindrops and Sunbeams Helped </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0004"> Rock-A-By Baby </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0005"> A Child of Spring </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0006"> Mr. Frog's Story </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0007"> The Robin </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0008"> Easter Carol </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0009"> The Lily Sisters </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0010"> Nature's Violet Children </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0011"> Baby Caterpillar </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0012"> Five Little Indian Brothers </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0013"> Buttercup Gold </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0014"> The Raindrops </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0015"> A Fall Song </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0016"> The Babies' Blankets </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0017"> The First Christmas </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0018"> The Christmas Star </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0019"> Love's Garden </a> + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> <a name="link2H_4_0001" id="link2H_4_0001"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <h2> + The Little New Year + </h2> + <p> + One cold morning Maurice awoke from his dreams and sat up in bed and + listened. He thought he heard a knock at his window; but though the moon + was shining brightly, Jack Frost had been so busily at work that Maurice + could not see through the thickly painted panes. So he crept sleepily out + of bed, and opened the window, and whispered: "Who is there?" + </p> + <p> + "I am," replied a tinkling voice. "I am the little New Year, ho! ho! And + I've promised to bring a blessing to everyone. But I am such a little + fellow I need somebody to help me distribute them. Won't you please come + out and help?" + </p> + <p> + "Oh, it's so cold!" said Maurice; "I'd rather go back to my warm bed;" + "and he shivered as Jack Frost, who was passing, tickled him under the + chin with one of the frosty paint brushes. + </p> + <p> + "Never mind the cold," urged the New Year; "please help me." + </p> + <p> + So Maurice hurried into his clothes, and was soon out in the yard. There + he found a rosy-cheeked boy a little smaller than himself, pulling a large + cart which seemed to be loaded with good things. On one side of this cart + was painted the word "Love," and on the other "Kindness." As soon as the + New Year saw Maurice he said, "Now please take hold and help me pull;" and + down the driveway and up the hill they travelled until they came to an old + shanty. + </p> + <p> + "Here is where I make my first call," said the New Year. Maurice looked + wonderingly at him. "Why, nobody lives here but an old colored man who + works for us; and he hasn't any children!" "He needs my help," said the + New Year; "for grown people like to be thought of just as much as children + do. You shovel out a path to his door, while I unload some of my + blessings; and the little hands went busily at work, piling up warm + clothing, wood, and a new year's dinner, the New Year singing as he + worked:— + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + "Oh, I am the little New Year; ho! ho! + Here I come tripping it over the snow, + Shaking my bells with a merry din; + So open your door and let me in." +</pre> + <p> + Old Joe, hearing some noise outside, came to the door, and when he saw all + the nice gifts the tears ran down his cheeks for gladness; and as he + carried them into the house, he whispered: "The dear Lord has been here + to-night." + </p> + <p> + "Where am we going now?" asked Maurice, as they ran down the hill. "To + take some flowers to a poor sick girl," answered the New Year. + </p> + <p> + Soon they came to a small white house, where the New Year stopped. "Why, + Bessie, our sewing girl lives, here," said Maurice. "I didn't know she was + sick." "See," said the New Year, "this window is open a little; let us + throw this bunch of pinks into the room. They will please her when she + wakes, and will make her happy for several days." + </p> + <p> + Then they hurried to other places, leaving some blessing behind them. + </p> + <p> + "What a wonderful cart you have," said Maurice; "though you have taken so + much out, it never seems to get empty." "You are right, Maurice, there is + never any end to love and kindness. As long as I find people to love and + be kind to, my cart is full of blessings for them; and it will never grow + empty until I can no longer find people to help. If you will go with me + every day and help me scatter my blessings, you will see how happy you + will be all the long year." + </p> + <p> + "A happy New Year!" called some one; and Maurice found himself in bed, and + his sister standing in the doorway smiling at him. "Have you had a + pleasant dream, dear?" she asked. + </p> + <p> + "Why, where is the little New Year?" said Maurice; "he was just here with + me." + </p> + <p> + "Come into Mamma's room and see what he has brought you," answered his + sister. There in a snowy white cradle he found a tiny baby brother, the + gift of the New Year. How happy Maurice was then! But he did not forget + his dream. Old Joe and Bessie had their gifts, too, and Maurice tried so + hard to be helpful that he made all his friends glad because the happy New + Year had come. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0002" id="link2H_4_0002"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Mother Nature's House Cleaning + </h2> + <p> + One morning Mother Nature stood at the door of her house looking out over + the world. King Winter's reign was over and he had gone back to his home + at the North Pole; and Spring was coming over the hill with her three + little helpers to make Mother Nature a visit. + </p> + <p> + Let us see who these helpers were. First there was roguish March with his + rosy cheeks, and his curly hair flying in the winds that blew all about + him. Next came Baby April with her apron full of violets, daffodillies, + and green grasses. Part of the time she smiled sweetly, and part of it she + frowned till the big tear drops chased each other down her cheeks. Last + came May, playing tag with the sunbeams, wandering knee-deep in flowers, + and calling to the birds that sang around her: + </p> + <p> + Mother Nature watched them coming and murmured, "Such a dirty world as + King Winter has left behind him! It must be cleaned up before the little + girls, April and May, come, but March I am sure will want to help me do + it." + </p> + <p> + She beckoned to the frolicsome boy who came racing down the hill to see + what she wanted. "I must have some rain to wash away all this dirty snow," + she said; so March whistled to the East Wind, who blew together the + rain-clouds, and soon the tiny rain drops were busy at work washing the + floors of the world, and in a short time the snow was all gone. Then + Mother Nature wanted the sky ceilings cleaned, so this time March whistled + to the West Wind who began to sweep away the cloud cobwebs from the sky + till the cheery old sun smiled again, and shone Mother Nature a bright + "good morning." + </p> + <p> + "Now March," said she, "there is one more thing you can do to help. You + must start the work for Baby April." Then March, with the South Wind to + help him, awoke the seeds, whispered to the trees to begin to bud, started + the brooks singing, and called the robins back from the South. + </p> + <p> + When his visit was over Mother Nature thanked him for helping her so well + on all of the thirty-one days he had spent with her, and told him she + would send for him again when her next cleaning day came around. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0003" id="link2H_4_0003"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + How the Raindrops and Sunbeams Helped + </h2> + <p> + One morning Mother Nature looked about her, and said: "My children have + had such a nice long rest and it will do them good, for they have a busy + summer before them. It is time to go to work now, and as some of the + babies just won't wake up till they have to, I must send for my helpers at + once." The long days carried her messages, which in our language would + have read something like this:— + </p> + <p> + My Dear Helpers, Sunbeams, and Raindrops:— + </p> + <p> + You are needed down here on earth. It is time to dress my plant children, + and give them work to do. The birds must be called back from the South, + and the cocooons must be opened so that my butterflies can come out. I + shall have to make good soil and get my clover beds ready for the honey + makers. Come at once, as some have been sleeping too long already. Whisper + to the trees as you pass that it is time they were budding, Be gentle with + all, for they are my children, and I love them. + </p> + <p> + Good-bye, from your Mother Nature + </p> + <p> + This she directed to the Sunbeams at Blue Sky Park, and the Raindrops at + Cloud Land. When the message reached these little helpers, they started + off at once to obey the call, and the sun gave such a merry laugh, that + Grandma came to the door of the farm house and remarked: "How warm it is + today, quite like spring; I believe I will set out my geraniums." But just + then a silvery voice said: "Wait a little while longer till we make the + ground soft," and pop came a raindrop upon the dear old lady's nose, and + she hurried into the house, saying "What queer weather we are having! + first sun and then rain." Then the Raindrops and Sunbeams smiled at each + other, and danced more merrily, for they knew what good work they were + doing to the great brown house where the flowers dwell. + </p> + <p> + The tap, tap, of the Raindrops wake them up, and when they raised their + sleepy heads and felt the warm kisses of the Sunbeams, they were glad and + began to grow. Soft breezes called to the leaves to come out, and soon the + brown coats which the trees had worn all winter were replaced by new green + dresses. Pussy willow and snowdrop were the first to herald the spring, + and crocus and violet soon followed. Out in the woods blossomed tiny pink + and white May flowers. Little seeds burst off their jackets and sent up + green plumes. Then Mother Nature called her helpers again and told them to + search for the lilies, and dress them in white robes for Easter. And so + each beautiful flower came again—and the birds sang once more, and + the children were glad that spring had come again. The little helpers had + done their work well, and were happy—and every one thanked God for + the spring. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0004" id="link2H_4_0004"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Rock-A-By Baby + </h2> + <p> + "Rock-a-by baby in the tree top, When the wind blows the cradle will + rock." + </p> + <p> + Helena was playing with her dolls under the Maple tree in the garden. It + was the first warm day of spring, and the little girl was glad to be out + of doors again, and to rock her babies to sleep on one of the low + branches. + </p> + <p> + But she was not the only one singing a lullaby that bright sunny morning, + for Mother Nature was singing one, too, and a soft breeze was gently + tucking some little brown cradles to and fro in the tree tops. Some were + very, very small, and others were larger, but each held a wee leaf baby, + fast asleep. The next time Helena came out to play, the babies in the + treetop were waking up, and she could see them in their dainty green + nightdresses, peeping out at the world. During the next week they grew a + great deal, and one of them crept out of their cradles which fell down to + the ground, leaving the babies still up in the tree top. + </p> + <p> + By the time Spring went away, the babies had grown large and strong, and + spread beautiful green parasols to give shade to their friends through the + hot, dusty days of summer. When Autumn came, Mother Nature gave them a + holiday, and how pretty they looked in their gay gowns as they frolicked + with the wind! + </p> + <p> + Then they said good-by to the Maple tree, and went dancing and whirling + over the fields to meet King Winter. When Helena looked into their old + homes on the tree, she found some more tiny brown cradles, and knew that + in them were new leaf babies that sleep safely til Spring comes again to + visit Earthdom, and wakes each "baby in the tree top." + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0005" id="link2H_4_0005"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + A Child of Spring + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + I know a little maiden, + She is very fair and sweet, + As she trips among the grasses + That kiss her dainty feet; + Her arms are full of flowers, + The snow-drops, pure and white, + Timid blue-eyed violets, + And daffodillies bright. + + She loves dear Mother Nature, + And wanders by her side; + She beckons to the birdlings + That flock from far and wide. + She wakes the baby brooklets, + Soft breezes hear her call; + She tells the little children + The sweetest tales of all. + + Her brow is sometimes clouded, + And she sighs with gentle grace, + Till the sunbeams, daring lovers, + Kiss the teardrops from her face. + Well we know this dainty maiden, + For April is her name; + And we welcome her with gladness, + As the springtime comes again. +</pre> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0006" id="link2H_4_0006"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Mr. Frog's Story + </h2> + <p> + Down in the garden is a pretty brook, and something funny happened one day + as I was sitting watching the tadpoles and minnows playing tag and + hide-and-go-seek. All at once something gave a jump out of the water and + with a loud "kerchunk," landed on a stone near by. It was Mr. Frog, and as + "kerchunk" in frog language means "how do you do?" I replied politely and + inquired for his health. + </p> + <p> + He assured me that he was well and happy, and went on talking. "Did you + know that I was once a tadpole just like those little creatures in the + brook? + </p> + <p> + "I have heard people say that you were," I answered. "You would not + believe it to look at me now, would you?" + </p> + <p> + "No," I said, for certainly he did not look at all like the queer little + animals I was watching. + </p> + <p> + "Yes," he continued, "once I was a tiny black egg in a globe of clear + white jelly, and floated around along the bank of this same brook. Soon I + grew into a wee tadpole, and freed myself from the globe of jelly, and + found I could swim about. I had a long flat tail which I used as a paddle + to help me swim. I had no feet nor legs then, but I grew very fast, and + soon two legs came out near my tail, and by and by two front ones came, + and I did not need my tail any more, so it disappeared. Then I discovered + that I had a long, slender tongue to catch insects with. My skin, too, had + changed, and is now covered with beautiful spots, and if you look at my + eyes you will see how bright they are. + </p> + <p> + "I live beside this brook with my family, and my cousins, the toads; and + in the spring and summer evenings we sing to our little tadpole children, + and tell them of the time when they, too, will grow up and be toads and + frogs." + </p> + <p> + Here Mr. Frog paused, and before I could thank him for his interesting + story, he gave a loud "kadunk," which means "good-by," and with a splash + he was off for a swim in the brook. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0007" id="link2H_4_0007"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + The Robin + </h2> + <p> + One day, while walking home from the Kindergarten, I met some travellers + coming from the South. They did not come on the car or the boat, but they + travelled very quickly. As they passed me I fancied I heard them say, "How + do you do? We are glad to see you again. Are there plenty of houses to + rent this Spring? You will have a great many more visitors by and by, for + our friends are coming North as soon as the weather gets a little warmer." + </p> + <p> + "Yes," I replied, "some of the houses you occupied last spring are waiting + for you, and you will find pleasant places on which to build new ones in + Crab Apple Lane, Woodbine Walk, Maple Park, and Apple Tree Avenue." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you," they called, and hurried on, leaving me to wonder what sort + of a journey they had. All day long I saw them flying to and fro, carrying + loads of straw and mud. + </p> + <p> + Just at twilight there came a rap at my window, and there stood Mr. Robin + Redbreast, looking in as saucily as you please. "I thought you'd be + there," he chirped; "and if you will look out a minute, I'll show you my + house." + </p> + <p> + Sure enough, there was a tiny home on Apple tree Avenue, just at the + corner of Branch Alley. There was a cellar of mud, and the rest of the + cottage was neatly woven of straw. "How do you like it?" he chirped. + </p> + <p> + Of course I admired it, and asked him if he was all ready to go to + housekeeping. "All but the beds," he replied, "but if you will give me + some hair and a few feathers, I will soon have a soft place for our eggs + to rest on." + </p> + <p> + I threw some out, and in a short time the nest was lined. Then Robin flew + off, returning the next day with his mate, who showed her delight at the + new home by cozily settling down in it. + </p> + <p> + Every morning the birds gave a concert above my window, and one day I + heard some new notes, and, peeping out, saw that five little robins had + come to brighten the cozy nest. Such a busy time as the papa and mamma + Redbreasts had now! Such a digging for worms to drop into the big mouths + which seemed to be always asking for food! In a few weeks the baby birds + learned to fly, and left the nest to make new homes and sing their own + sweet songs. + </p> + <p> + The old birds stayed on the Avenue awhile longer, but when the leaves put + on their holiday dresses, and the flowers tied on their nightcaps and went + to sleep, the Redbreasts sang good-by to their friends and, spreading + their wings, flew away over the house tops toward the Sunny South. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0008" id="link2H_4_0008"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Easter Carol + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + The world is filled with gladness; + The bells of Easter ring; + Each pure white lily's waking, + To welcome infant spring. + + Chorus. + + Oh, dear little children, listen, + And hear what the glad bells say! + The sweetest chime they ever rang— + "Our Lord is risen to-day!" + + II. + + Birds are flying across the sky; + Their songs ring through the air; + They carol of the Father's love + He shows us everywhere. + + Chorus. + + Oh, dear little children, listen, + And hear what the birdlings say! + The sweetest song they ever sang— + "Our Lord is risen to-day!" +</pre> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0009" id="link2H_4_0009"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + The Lily Sisters + </h2> + <p> + Once upon a time there were three little sisters dressed in green, who + lived together in a beautiful palace which was owned by a Great King. Such + a beautiful palace as it was! The ceilings were made of turquoise and + opal, and soft, velvety green carpets covered the floors. + </p> + <p> + Many other children lived with these little sisters, and they had such a + kind nurse called Dame Nature, who taught them how to do their work well; + for everybody had some work to do for the Great King. + </p> + <p> + Surely no one could be unhappy in such a wonderful home, and yet, I, am + sorry to say, one of the little sisters was always discontented. + </p> + <p> + She knew, for Dame Nature had told her, that some day the Great King would + come to see who had done loving work for him, and would give the good + lilies beautiful white robes and golden crowns, but she was not willing to + wait until the King was ready and saw fit to do it. + </p> + <p> + When the Sunbeam children came to play, she would hang down her head and + sulk, and after a while they would leave her alone, and play with her + sisters. + </p> + <p> + When Professor Rain's school was out, and the jolly little raindrops + coaxed her to play with them, she would say crossly, "You am too rough, + let me alone!" and they would go and play with the happy little sisters as + the sunbeams had done; for everybody loved the two good little lily + sisters, who were sorry to see how naughty the other lily was. + </p> + <p> + But they tried to do their best to help her, and kept on growing. + </p> + <p> + One day the Great King, who had seen how well they tried to do, thought + they deserved their robes and crowns, so he sent the sunbeams dancing away + to awaken the inhabitants of the palace for the crowning. + </p> + <p> + Away they went, peeping through the curtains, and flying into the windows + of the palace and waking all the little children with kisses. + </p> + <p> + Then they took off the old green dresses of the sisters, and put pure + white robes on them and gave them crowns of pure gold. The other little + sister wished then that she had tried to do right, and drooped until she + faded away. + </p> + <p> + Madam Wind and the Bird family gave a grand concert in Maple Tree Park. + Everything was full of gladness, and the lily sisters held a reception all + day, and many people came to congratulate them upon being crowned. Among + their visitors was wee Ruth, who kissed them and took them to a little + sick friend. He smiled as she pressed them into his hand, saying: "Take + them, please, for Easter," and in her sweet child language she told the + story of Easter, and of the wonderful work the Great King's Son did for + the people of the beautiful palace. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0010" id="link2H_4_0010"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Nature's Violet Children + </h2> + <p> + Once on a sunny hill in the woods grew a little colony of violets. They + had slept quietly through the long winter, tucked up snug and warm in the + soft, white snow-blankets that King Winter had sent Mother Nature for her + flower babies. Jack Frost had gone pouting over the hills because the + little sunbeams would not play with him, and spoiled his fancy pictures. + The tiny raindrops knocked at the door of Mother Nature's great, brown + house; and the birds called to the flowers to wake up. + </p> + <p> + So the violets raised their strong, hardy leaves, lifted up their dainty + heads, and were glad because spring had come. While they were so happy, a + little girl came to the woods in search of wild flowers. "How pretty those + violets are," she said. "I wish I could stay and watch the buds open, but + I will take some of them with me and keep them in water, and they will + remind me of this sunny hill, and perhaps they will blossom." + </p> + <p> + Then the violets were frightened and whispered, "Please don't take us!" + But Ruth did not hear them, and she pulled stem after stem till her small + hands were quite filled. Then she said good-by to the pretty place, and + the little violets said good-by, too. + </p> + <p> + When Ruth got home, she put the buds into a vase of water, and set them in + an open window where they could see the blue sky and feel the kisses of + the sunbeams. But the poor little violets drooped for a time, they were so + homesick, and whispered to each other, "Let us give up and die!" A + beautiful canary in a cage over their heads sang "cheer up! chirrup!" but + they would not listen to him at first. + </p> + <p> + By and by they said, "Why do you sing that to us? How can we be happy away + from our beautiful home?" + </p> + <p> + Still the bird sang "cheer up! chirrup! The sun is smiling at you and I am + singing to you. We are trying to make you glad. How nice it would be if + you would only blossom and make some one happy instead of hanging your + heads and trying to die. Do you think I like to be shut up here? If some + one would leave the door of my cage open, I would spread my wings and fly + out of the window, far away to the green woods and the blue sky. But while + I am here, I may as well sing and be glad. Cheer up! chirrup!" + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps he is right," said the buds, and they lifted up their heads and + began to grow. One bright spring morning Mother Nature passed by the + window and gave them each a lovely violet cap. Then they were, glad, and + Ruth was happy, too, because her buds had blossomed. + </p> + <p> + The cheery canary sang his sweetest carol to them, and the whole day was + bright because Mother Nature's little violet children had tried their best + to be happy and so had made others happy, too. + </p> + <p> + As the great red sun went down into the west, he heard the happy bird + still singing "cheer up! chirrup!" + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0011" id="link2H_4_0011"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Baby Caterpillar + </h2> + <p> + Baby Caterpillar was tired. All summer long she had been travelling slowly + through the green world where she lived, and feeding on the green leaves + that grew near her home. Now Autumn had come and Mother Nature had given a + holiday to the leaves, who put on their new dresses of red and gold and + played tag with the breezes. Baby Caterpillar wanted to play, too, but + could not run so fast as the happy little leaves, and she grew very tired + and thought she would take a nap. So she found a cozy place among the + branches of a grape vine, and made herself a soft, silky blanket. Then she + rolled herself away within it, and then, in her queer little cradle, went + to sleep. + </p> + <p> + One night, late in the fall, Jack Frost came over the hill. He spied the + cradle swinging to and fro, and began to play roughly with it, for he is a + roguish little fellow, and touches everything that comes in his way. But + the warm blanket hid the little sleeper so that Jack could not find her. + </p> + <p> + By and by King Winter came, bringing beautiful snow blankets to Mother + Nature's flower babies. He gently rocked the cradle as he passed, and + whispered, "Sleep, baby, sleep! You have no need of my blankets." + </p> + <p> + At last Spring came with the sunbeams, the best and merriest of Mother + Nature's helpers. They awoke the flowers from their long winter nap, and + called to the birds and the brooks to begin their songs. When they came to + the little brown cradle, they stopped to rest, and Baby Caterpillar began + to get very warm under the thick blanket. She woke up and stretched + herself, and her cradle broke, and she came out to greet the Spring. But + what a change! Instead of the old dingy dress that she went to sleep in, + she now had a beautiful yellow one; and, instead of crawling among the + leaves, she flew up and away into the sweet spring air to play with the + sunbeams and flowers; and the little children called her a butterfly. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0012" id="link2H_4_0012"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Five Little Indian Brothers + </h2> + <p> + Once there were five little brothers living in Farmer Lane's barn. There + were a great many other children there, too, but these little brothers + played by themselves, and chased each other across the wide floor of the + barn until they reached a corner where there was a large crack, and then + they could look out into the world. The first thing they saw was Farmer + Lane breaking up the rich brown earth with his plough, for Spring had + come, and told him it was time to do his planting, while the little + brothers were watching him, and wishing they could find a way to roll out + into the bright sunshine and help him, something happened. What do you + suppose it was? + </p> + <p> + A great brown hand came up behind them and in a moment they found + themselves in a wooden measure with many more of their friends. "What is + the matter?" said one little brother. "I don't know," said another. "Maybe + we are going to travel," said a third; while the two smallest cuddled very + closely together, and whispered, "We won't be afraid; God will take care + of us." + </p> + <p> + The measure was taken, out into the field, where Farmer Lane was still at + work, and soon, into the furrows made by the plow, the little brothers + were dropped one by one. They lay very still at first. It was so strange + and dark in their new home. By and by they found a friend, an earth-worm, + who told them wonderful stories, how God would take care of them, and some + day would give them a new life. Then the little brothers were glad and + hoped it would be soon. Thus the days went by. The warm spring showers + moistened the earth, and the sun shone so brightly that the brothers + danced for joy way down in their dark home. What do you suppose happened + when they danced? Why, their old coats split open, and some little hands + came out. They were helpful hands, too, and went to work at once. Some of + them went down into the earth to find food and water for the whole plants, + and the others reached upward to the air and sunshine, and spread out + beautiful, long green leaves. + </p> + <p> + Each day the plants grew taller and taller, and new buds came that + blossomed into flowery tassels that waved over the tops of the plants. + These tassels were fall of a golden dust called pollen, and as the wind + blew it to and fro, some of the tiny grains found little green cradles + along the sides of the plants, and crept into them. There they stayed, + growing strong and round, until one midsummer day the plants were full of + ripe, sweet ears of corn. + </p> + <p> + When were the five little brothers, do you ask? Why, they were five little + kernels of Indian corn that Farmer Lane planted one spring morning, and + each beautiful stalk of corn was the new life the earth-worm told them + about. God had taken care of them, and takes care of of His little + children, too. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0013" id="link2H_4_0013"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Buttercup Gold + </h2> + <p> + Did you ever hear of the pot of gold hidden at the end of the rainbow? + Some people think it is there now, but they are mistaken, for a long time + ago somebody found it. How he happened to find it, nobody knows, for a + great many people have searched in vain, and have never even been able to + discover that the rainbow has any ends at all. The man who found it was + very selfish and did not want anybody to know, for fear they might want + some of his money. So one night he put it in a bag, which he slung over + his shoulder, and walked across the fields toward a thick wood where he + meant to hide it. + </p> + <p> + In the bag was something beside the gold—something so small that the + greedy man in his hurry had not noticed it. It was a hole, and, as he + walked on, one by one the gold coins fell out into the grass. When he + reached the wood and found all of his money gone, he hurried back to + search for it, but something strange had happened. It was a midsummer + night, and the fairies were having a dance out in the meadows. They were + good, loving little people, and despised selfishness above everything. One + little fairy spied the glittering gold among the grasses. She had seen the + greedy man passing by, and knew he would soon be back to hunt for his + treasure. "It will do him no good," she said, "if he hides it away, and + neither will it help anybody else. I will change it into something that + will give joy to rich and poor." + </p> + <p> + When the greedy man reached the meadow he could see no gold money, but in + its place were bright, yellow flowers—buttercup gold for the + children. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0014" id="link2H_4_0014"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + The Raindrops + </h2> + <p> + Up above us, near the Sky Country, in a place called Cloudland, live a + great many little people, called raindrops. They are very helpful, and + always try to do their best, because they know the great King of Cloudland + has work for them all. One morning two tiny raindrops were sitting + together looking down at Earthdom. "How dusty and hot everything looks," + said one drop. "Yes," replied the other, "let us go down and see how much + good we can do in Earthdom to-day." So these two little raindrops called + their brothers and sisters and told of their plan, and asked them to go, + too, for they always wanted to share their good time with others. "Let's + have a game of tag, and see who will reach the top of that hill first," + said one little drop, and away they scampered. They ran so fast that they + reached Earthdom at about the same time, and how glad Mother Nature was to + see them. Some of them went at once to visit the flowers, and whispered + such sweet words to the tired, dusty blossoms, that they raised their + heads again, and thanked the raindrops for the comfort they had brought. + Some of them slid down the slanting roofs of houses and filled the wells. + Our two little raindrops with five others, went down into the brown earth + and cheered up the roots. Then they travelled on, and by and by they came + out again further down the hill, and made a beautiful spring, around which + little children played. The spring soon helped make a brook, that flowed + down over the hillsides, winding in and out among the rocks, washing them + smooth and round, singing as it rippled on its way. + </p> + <p> + By and by it met some more brooks and they made a stream. The sunbeams + loved the clear stream and danced to and fro over its surface, as it + rushed joyously onward, turning the busy mill wheels, and keeping the + grass and flowers alive and beautiful. Sometimes weary travellers walked + along its banks, and stooped and quenched their thirst with its pure, cool + water. While the stream journeyed on, it met other streams and they made a + rivulet, and by and by the rivulet heard a low voice calling, "Come with + me and I will show you the mightiest of waters." So the rivulet joined the + river, and together they travelled on till they heard the deep voice of + the ocean welcoming them to its cave. + </p> + <p> + Where were the little raindrops that left Cloudland early in the morning? + They were playing among the ocean waves, and helping to rock the ships + that sailed over the waters. At sunset a vapor-boat carried the drops back + home and in the eastern sky they stood with robes of red, orange, yellow, + green, blue, indigo, and violet, and made a bright bow of promise. + </p> + <p> + As they looked down upon Earthdom once more, everything was fresh, and + sweet, and glad, because the little raindrops had done so much to help + others, and had left no part of their work undone. The night shadows came, + and the rainbow faded slowly away, leaving a message for the children of + Earthdom. "Do your best, little children, and big children, too, for God + has work for all." + </p> + <p> + Glories + </p> + <p> + Laura was tired of playing with her dolls, and tired of taking care of + Baby Donald, too, he was such a big baby, and she was a little girl for + nine years old. So as soon as nap time came, and baby was at last quiet, + Laura went out on the porch and cuddled down in the hammock, where she + swung to and fro, wishing there was something nice to do, or some new + kinds of dolls to play with. All at once she thought she heard a faint + voice say, "What a queer child! Here she is wishing for some new + plaything, and has never noticed us. She must be blind, poor child! for + every morning we put on our prettiest dresses and smile at her; but she + always passes us by." + </p> + <p> + "Yes," replied another voice, "when she came out here to lie down in the + hammock, I brushed her hair softly and left a kiss on her forehead; but + she shook me off as if I were a bee trying to sting her." + </p> + <p> + Laura sat up, rubbed her eyes, and looked around in surprise. Had some one + really spoken, or had she only fallen asleep and dreamed it all? + </p> + <p> + She could see nothing except the morning glories which covered the side of + the porch. There seemed to be hundreds of them, blue, white, pink, and + violet; and how wide awake they looked! "It must have been the 'glories' + talking," said Laura, "but I didn't know glories could talk. Can you, dear + glories?" + </p> + <p> + The flowers nodded, as if they understood what she said. + </p> + <p> + "What pretty colors! I never half noticed them before," went on Laura, + "and wouldn't that blue one make a lovely dress?" + </p> + <p> + Just then wee Donald, fresh from his nap, came toddling out through the + open door, and stretched his little fat hands to the glories. "Baby wants + a trumpet," he cried. + </p> + <p> + Laura laughed aloud as she said: "Why, they do look like trumpets, and + like parasols, too;" and she gathered a handful of the blossoms and + sprinkled the porch with their brightness. "Let's play with them, baby; + see if we can make some dolls;" and Laura stood a glory on the step, and + into the tiny hole stuck the yellow center of a daisy, whose petals she + had pulled out. On this center she marked eyes, nose, and mouth; and when + a small glory was added for a bonnet, what a pretty flower doll she had, + with a pink skirt, green waist, and white bonnet! Then a whole family of + glories were made, and Laura gave them each a parasol to carry. + </p> + <p> + Baby used his glories for tents, and they had a good time playing, and + Laura wished she had noticed the glories more before. + </p> + <p> + By and by, when the day was over, and Laura sat again in the hammock, + watching the sleeping glories, she said: "I wonder if the glories could + have been talking this morning; "and one little sleepy bud looked as if it + could tell if it chose. But Mamma put her arm about the little girl and + said, "I think it was a dream, dear. But if the flowers could speak I + think they would tell my darling that by using her eyes more, she will + find out how much there is that is beautiful, and God made them all for us + to enjoy, because he loves us. Every flower that blooms its sweetest, and + every child who tries to be good, is a precious part of our Heavenly + Father's glories." + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0015" id="link2H_4_0015"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + A Fall Song + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Golden and red trees + Nod to the soft breeze, + As it whispers, "Winter is near;" + And the brown nuts fall + At the wind's loud call, + For this is the Fall of the year. + + Good-by, sweet flowers! + Through bright Summer hours + You have filled our hearts with cheer + We shall miss you so, + And yet you must go, + For this is the Fall of the year. + + Now the days grow cold, + As the year grows old, + And the meadows are brown and sere; + Brave robin redbreast + Has gone from his nest, + For this is the Fall of the year. + + I do softly pray + At the close of day, + That the little children, so dear, + May as purely grow + As the fleecy snow + That follows the Fall of the year. +</pre> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0016" id="link2H_4_0016"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + The Babies' Blankets + </h2> + <p> + "Such a cold day," sighed Mother Nature, "and no blankets to keep my + babies warm! Little Jack Frost came over the hill last night, and what + mischief the boy is planning to do now, it is hard to tell. He is such a + happy little fellow, but is always up to some prank. If Father Winter does + not send me some blankets soon, I fear Jack will pinch my babies' toes, + and pull their ears, and make them shiver till they am ready to freeze. I + have put them to bed and told them to keep quiet, and perhaps Jack will + not see them." + </p> + <p> + "Ha! ha! ha!" laughed a tinkling voice right at the dear old lady's elbow. + "Some of your children did not mind you. Early this morning I found one of + them whispering to a sunbeam, and under the hedge found a tiny blue aster. + I shook her till she was so cold she was glad to go back to bed again. Ha! + ha! ha!" and Jack gave Mother Nature such a hug that she shivered, and + murmured: "Poor babies! I must write a letter to Father Winter." + </p> + <p> + This is what the letter said: + </p> + <p> + Earthdom, November 1, 1893. + </p> + <p> + Dear Father Winter:—Have you any warm blankets for my babies? The + season is coming when they should take a long, long nap, and Jack is up to + his tricks again. Please send me some blankets soon. + </p> + <p> + From your old friend, + </p> + <p> + Mother Nature. + </p> + <p> + This letter she directed to + </p> + <p> + King Winter, The Polar Regions, Cloud-dom. + </p> + <p> + Then she called her messenger, Autumn Wind, and sent him northward with + her message. King Winter was seated on his throne at the back of the North + Wind, planning his coming work in Earthdom, when Autumn Wind arrived with + the letter. + </p> + <p> + "Deary me! deary me!" said the king, "has Jack Frost gone to bother Mother + Nature? I meant he should wait for me this year. But something must be + done. Ho! Snowflake, come here, and bring your sisters and brothers with + you." + </p> + <p> + In a few moments a troop of dainty beings clothed in white came dancing + along. "What do you wish, Father Winter?" they asked. + </p> + <p> + "Mother Nature has need of you, my helpers," replied the king. "You must, + stop the next passing cloud, and go down to Earthdom, and cover up the + babies. Jack is there, and they are freezing." + </p> + <p> + Just then a golden-edged cloud floated by, and the snowflakes huddled + together on it and were soon travelling earthward. The sun was setting as + they passed the western gate of the city, and the cloud was tinged with + red and gold. By and by it began to grow dark, and the little cloud grew + larger and larger, and before long the night came. In the morning the + little children of Earthdom were surprised to see a white covering over + the land. + </p> + <p> + "See the snow, the beautiful snow" they cried; and the sleds were brought + out, and such a merry time as they had playing in the white drifts! But I + wonder if any of them knew what the snow really came for, and how glad + dear Mother Nature was because her babies were sleeping safe and warm + under the downy snowflake blankets. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0017" id="link2H_4_0017"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + The First Christmas + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Once there lay a little baby + Sleeping in the fragrant hay, + And this lovely infant stranger + Brought our first glad Christmas day. + + Shepherds on the hillside, watching + Over wandering flocks at night, + Heard a strange, sweet strain of music, + Saw a clear and heavenly light. + + Listened to the angels' story:— + How, in David's town so still, + Slept the infant King of Glory, + Dreaming of sweet peace, good will. + + And a star of radiant splendor + Led them where the baby lay, + Lowly cradled in a manger, + On that far-off Christmas day. + + Though that day was long ago, + Every child throughout the earth + Loves to hear each year the story + Of the gentle Christ Child's birth. + + And they seem to see the beauty + Of the eastern star again; + And repeat the angels' chorus: + "Peace on earth, good will to men." +</pre> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0018" id="link2H_4_0018"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + The Christmas Star + </h2> + <p> + Long, long ago, in the blue sky above the hills of Bethlehem, twinkled the + stars. Very early in the morning they would sing together and would tell + each other of what they had seen during the long night. + </p> + <p> + They used to watch the shepherds guarding their flocks upon the hillsides, + and one bright evening star that looked down upon the earth earlier than + the others, would tell stories of little children whispering their prayers + at the twilight hour. One wintry night a new star came to visit the other + stars. It was so radiant that its rays shone upon the gray hills and made + them light as day. It had come on a wonderful errand. The shepherds saw it + and were frightened at its strange brightness; but an angel came to them + and said: "Do not be afraid; the star has come to bring you good, tidings + of great joy, and to show you the place where a little babe is born,—a + little babe whose name is Jesus, and who will give peace and joy to the + whole world." + </p> + <p> + Then the shepherds heard some singing,—beautiful singing, for a + great many angels had come to tell the good news; and the star grew larger + and brighter, it was so glad. When the angels had gone back to Heaven, the + shepherds said, "Let us go and see this child." So they left their flocks + sleeping on the hillsides, and took their crooks in their hands and + followed the star, which travelled on and on till it led them to the + little stable in Bethlehem, when the Baby Jesus was cradled in a manger. + Then the star moved on again to a country far away, where some good, wise + men lived. They saw the bright light, and noticed the star moving on and + on, as if it were showing them the way to go. So they, too, followed the + star till it rested above the birthplace of Jesus. Then the wise men went + in and gave their best gifts to the baby, and they and the shepherds knelt + and thanked God for sending the little Christ Child to be the best + Christmas present the great world ever had. The star watched over them, + casting a peaceful light over all. At last the dawn came over the hill + tops, and the star went away, far back into the blue heavens, to tell the + other stars the story of our first glad Christmas day. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0019" id="link2H_4_0019"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Love's Garden + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + There is a quiet garden, + From the rude world set apart, + Where seeds for Christ are growing; + This is the loving heart. + + The tiny roots are loving thoughts; + Sweet words, the fragrant flowers + Which blossom into loving deeds,— + Ripe fruits for harvest hours. + + Thus in our hearts the seeds of love + Am growing year by year; + And we show our love for the Saviour, + By loving His children here. +</pre> + <p> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Buttercup Gold and Other Stories, by +Ellen Robena Field + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK BUTTERCUP GOLD AND OTHER STORIES *** + +***** This file should be named 1978-h.htm or 1978-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/1/9/7/1978/ + +Produced by Dianne Bean, and David Widger + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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