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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Apple Dumpling and Other Stories for
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+Title: The Apple Dumpling and Other Stories for Young Boys and Girls
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+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 496px; margin-top: 80px; margin-bottom: 120px;">
+<img src="images/frontispiece.png" width="496" height="600" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h1 style="line-height: 1.6em;"><small style="font-size: 0.6em;">THE</small><br/>
+
+APPLE DUMPLING,<br/>
+
+<small style="font-size: 0.5em;">AND</small><br/>
+
+<small style="font-size: 0.7em; letter-spacing: 0.2em;">OTHER STORIES</small><br/>
+
+<small style="font-size: 0.5em;">FOR</small><br/>
+
+<small style="font-size: 0.8em;">YOUNG BOYS AND GIRLS.</small></h1>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 83px;">
+<img src="images/tp.png" width="83" height="100" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="center" style="line-height: 1.5em;">LONDON:<br/>
+ADDEY &amp; CO., 21 OLD BOND STREET.</p>
+
+<p class="center" style="margin-top: 20px; font-size: 0.8em;">MDCCCLII.</p>
+
+
+<p class="center" style="margin-top: 80px; line-height: 1.5em;">LONDON:<br/>
+Printed by <span class="smcap">G. Barclay</span>, Castle St. Leicester Sq.</p>
+
+
+
+<div class="new-h2"></div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_iii">[iii]</a></span></p>
+<h2>TO LITTLE GIRLS AND BOYS.</h2>
+
+<p>Once on a time there lived a little bit of a lady, who
+had a great many nephews and nieces. She was very little
+indeed, so all the children loved her, and said she was the
+best little Auntie in the world, and exactly the right size
+to play with them and tell them stories. Sometimes she
+told them stories about great and good men; sometimes funny
+stories about Frizzlefits and Rumplestiltskin, and sometimes
+she would make them nearly die with laughing at stories
+about the Dutchman, Hansansvanansvananderdansvaniedeneidendiesandesan.</p>
+
+<p>At last, one day, one of her nieces said to her, "Dear
+Auntie, do write some stories, and put them in a book for us
+to read, and keep, as long as we live."</p>
+
+<p>The little Aunt thought this was a very good plan, and
+<em>here</em> are the stories, dear little children, for all of you. If
+you like them, just let me know, and you shall have some
+more next year from</p>
+
+<p class="smcap" style="margin-right: 4em; margin-top: 1.5em; text-align: right;">Aunt Fanny.</p>
+
+
+
+<div class="new-h2"></div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_iv">[iv]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="CONTENTS">CONTENTS.</a></h2>
+
+<div style="width: 80%; margin: auto; text-align: right;">PAGE</div>
+<ul id="toc">
+<li>TO LITTLE GIRLS AND BOYS <a href="#Page_iii">iii</a></li>
+<li>THE APPLE DUMPLING <a href="#Page_1">1</a></li>
+<li>THE BROTHERS <a href="#Page_8">8</a></li>
+<li>ANNIE BROWNE <a href="#Page_22">22</a></li>
+<li>THE THREE BEARS <a href="#Page_29">29</a></li>
+<li>ABOUT MINDING QUICKLY <a href="#Page_38">38</a></li>
+<li>THE TWINS <a href="#Page_47">47</a></li>
+<li>THE LITTLE BOY THAT WAS AFRAID OF THE WATER <a href="#Page_56">56</a></li>
+<li>THE MAY QUEEN <a href="#Page_62">62</a></li>
+<li>THE TOOTHACHE <a href="#Page_73">73</a></li>
+<li>THE BOYS' SCHOOL <a href="#Page_79">79</a></li>
+<li>THE CHRISTMAS PARTY <a href="#Page_101">101</a></li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<div class="new-h2"></div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_1">[1]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_APPLE_DUMPLING">THE APPLE DUMPLING.</a></h2>
+
+
+<p>Many years ago, there was a little old woman
+who lived a long way off in the woods. She lived
+all by herself, in a little cottage with only two
+rooms in it, and she made her living by knitting
+blue woollen stockings, and selling them.</p>
+
+<p>One morning the old woman brushed up the
+hearth all clean, and put everything in order;
+then she went to the pantry and took out a great
+black pot, and filled it full of water, and hung it
+over the fire, and then she sat down in her arm-chair
+by the fire. She took her spectacles out
+of her pocket and put them on her nose, and began
+to knit a great blue woollen stocking.</p>
+
+<p>Very soon she said to herself, "I wonder
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_2">[2]</a></span>
+what I shall have for dinner? I think I will
+make an apple dumpling." So she put her knitting
+down, and took her spectacles off her nose,
+and put them in her pocket, and, getting out of
+her arm-chair, she went to the cupboard and got
+three nice rosy-cheeked apples. Then she went
+to the knife-box and got a knife; and then she
+took a yellow dish from the dresser, and sat down
+in her arm-chair, and began to pare the apples.</p>
+
+<p>After she had pared the apples, she cut each
+one into four quarters. Then she got up again,
+and set the dish of apples on the table, and went
+to the cupboard, and got some flour and a lump
+of butter. Then she took a pitcher, and went
+out-of-doors to a little spring of water close by,
+and filled the pitcher with clear, cold water. So
+she mixed up the flour and butter, and made them
+into a nice paste with the water; and then she
+went behind the door, and took down a rolling-pin
+that was hung up by a string, and rolled out
+the paste, and put the apples inside, and covered
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_3">[3]</a></span>
+the apples all up with the paste. "That looks
+nice," said the old woman. So she tied up the
+dumpling in a nice clean cloth, and put it into
+the great black pot that was over the fire.</p>
+
+<p>After she had brushed up the hearth again,
+and put all the things she had used away, she sat
+down in her arm-chair by the fire, and took her
+spectacles out of her pocket and put them on her
+nose, and began to knit the big blue woollen
+stocking.</p>
+
+<p>She knit eight times round the stocking, and
+then she said to herself, "I wonder if the dumpling
+is done?" So she laid down her knitting,
+and took a steel fork from the mantelpiece, and
+lifted the lid of the pot and looked in.</p>
+
+<p>As she was looking in, her spectacles tumbled
+off her nose, and fell into the pot.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, dear! oh, dear!&mdash;that's bad! that's
+bad!" said the old woman.</p>
+
+<p>She got the bright tongs, and fished up her
+spectacles, and wiped them with the corner of
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_4">[4]</a></span>
+her apron, and put them on her nose again, and
+then she stuck the fork into the apple dumpling.</p>
+
+<p>The apples were hard. "No, no, no," she
+said; "it is not done yet."</p>
+
+<p>So she put on the lid of the pot, and laid the
+fork on the mantelpiece, and sat down in her
+arm-chair, and began to knit again on the big
+blue woollen stocking.</p>
+
+<p>She knit six times round the stocking, and
+then she said to herself, "I wonder if the dumpling
+is done?"</p>
+
+<p>So she put her knitting down, and took the
+fork from the mantelpiece, and lifted the lid of
+the pot and looked in.</p>
+
+<p>As she was looking in, her spectacles tumbled
+off her nose, and fell into the pot.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, dear! oh, dear!&mdash;that's bad! that's
+bad!" said the old woman.</p>
+
+<p>She got the bright tongs and fished up her
+spectacles, and wiped them with the corner of
+her apron, and put them on her nose again, and
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_5">[5]</a></span>
+took the fork and stuck it into the dumpling.
+The apples were just beginning to get soft.</p>
+
+<p>"No, no, no; it is not quite done yet," said
+the old woman.</p>
+
+<p>So she put on the lid of the pot, and laid the
+fork on the mantelpiece, and sat down in her
+arm-chair, and began to knit again on the big
+blue woollen stocking.</p>
+
+<p>She knit twice round the stocking, and then
+she said to herself, "I wonder if the dumpling
+is done?"</p>
+
+<p>So she laid down her knitting, and took the
+fork from the mantelpiece, and lifted the lid of
+the pot, and looked in.</p>
+
+<p>As she was looking in, her spectacles tumbled
+off her nose, and fell into the pot.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, dear! oh, dear!&mdash;that's bad! that's
+bad!" said the old woman.</p>
+
+<p>She got the bright tongs and fished up her
+spectacles, and wiped them with the corner of
+her apron, and put them on her nose again,
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_6">[6]</a></span>
+and took the fork and stuck it into the dumpling.</p>
+
+<p>The apples were quite soft. "Yes, yes, yes;
+the dumpling is done," said the old woman.</p>
+
+<p>So she took the dumpling out of the pot, and
+untied the cloth, and turned it into a yellow dish,
+and set it upon the table.</p>
+
+<p>Then she went to the cupboard and got a
+plate, and then to the knife-box and got a knife;
+then she took the fork from the mantelpiece, and
+drew her arm-chair close up to the table, and sat
+down in it, and cut off a piece of the dumpling,
+and put it on her plate.</p>
+
+<p>It was very hot, and it smoked a great deal;
+so the old woman began to blow it. She blew
+very hard. As she was blowing, her spectacles
+tumbled off her nose, and fell into the dumpling.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, dear! oh, dear!&mdash;that's bad! that's
+bad!" said the old woman.</p>
+
+<p>She took her spectacles out of her plate, and
+wiped them with the corner of her apron, and
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_7">[7]</a></span>
+said to herself, "I must get a new nose. My
+nose is so little, that my spectacles will not stick
+on my nose."</p>
+
+<p>So she put her spectacles into her pocket,
+and began to eat the dumpling.</p>
+
+<p>It was quite cool now. So the old woman
+ate it all up, and said it was very good indeed.</p>
+
+
+
+<div class="new-h2"></div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_8">[8]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_BROTHERS">THE BROTHERS.</a></h2>
+
+
+<p>One day Henry came bounding home from
+school, his face beaming with joy. He was head
+of his class, and he held fast in his hand a fine
+silver medal, which had been awarded to him for
+good behaviour.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh!" said he to himself, as he ran along,
+"how happy this will make my dear Mother. I
+know she will kiss me; perhaps she will kiss me
+five or six times, and call me her dear, dear boy.
+Oh! how I love my Mother!"</p>
+
+<p>He ran up the steps of the house where he
+lived as he said this, and pulled the bell very
+hard, for he was in a great hurry. His Father
+opened the door. "Hush! Henry," said he,
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_9">[9]</a></span>
+"come in very softly, your Mother is very
+ill."</p>
+
+<p>"My Mother! Dear Father, what is the
+matter with her? May I go in to her if I will
+step very softly?"</p>
+
+<p>"No," said his Father, "you must not see
+her now; you must be very still indeed. I see,
+my dear boy, that you have been rewarded for
+good conduct in school; I am glad that I have
+so good a son. And now, Henry, I know you
+love your Mother so much, that you will promise
+me to be very still, and wait patiently until she is
+able to see you." As he said this, he drew Henry
+close to him, and smoothed down his long curling
+hair, and kissed his cheek.</p>
+
+<p>Henry threw his arms around his Father's
+neck, and promised him; and then, putting away
+his medal, he went softly, on tiptoe, up to his
+play-room, and shutting the door, began to work
+at a ship that he was rigging. He did not get
+on very fast, for he could not help thinking of
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10">[10]</a></span>
+his dear Mother, and wishing he could see her.
+She had hemmed all the sails of the ship for
+him, and he was going to name it the "Eliza,"
+after her.</p>
+
+<p>The next morning Susan, the old nurse,
+knocked very early at the door of the room
+where Henry slept. "Master Henry," said she,
+"what do you think happened last night?"</p>
+
+<p>"What did?" said Henry, sitting up in the
+bed; "is my Mother better?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, she is better," replied Susan, "but do
+guess what has come. Something that you have
+wished for very often. Something you can play
+with, and take care of, and love more than you
+love your dog Hector."</p>
+
+<p>"Is it alive?" said Henry.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," replied Susan, "it is alive, and in
+your Mother's room."</p>
+
+<p>"Can it be a brother&mdash;a real live brother?"
+cried Henry, jumping out of bed, and running up
+to Susan.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11">[11]</a></span>
+"Yes, it is a brother&mdash;a real live brother!"
+said Susan, laughing.</p>
+
+<p>"I've got a brother! I've got a brother&mdash;a real
+brother!" shouted Henry, running up and down
+the room, clapping his hands, jumping over the
+chairs, and making a terrible noise, for in his joy
+he hardly knew what he was about.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, hush, Master Henry!" said Susan.
+"What a crazy little fellow! your Mother is
+still very ill. Now dress yourself quickly and
+quietly, and you shall see your little brother."</p>
+
+<p>Henry trembled with joy, and in his haste
+he put his feet into the arms of his jacket, and
+his arms into the legs of his trousers; but after a
+while he managed to get them on right, and
+though he washed his face and hands in a minute,
+and brushed his hair with the back of the brush,
+yet he did not look so bad as you might suppose.</p>
+
+<p>He went very softly into his Mother's room.
+It was darkened, and he could not see very well.
+He went up to the side of the bed. His Mother
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12">[12]</a></span>
+smiled, and said, "Come here, my son." Her
+face was pale, but it had a very happy look, for
+in her arms, sweetly sleeping, was the little
+brother that Henry had longed for. He had a
+sister, who was nearly his own age, but he had
+always wished for a brother, and the brother had
+come at last.</p>
+
+<p>"Dear Mother, may I help you take care
+of my little brother?" said Henry; "you know I
+am strong enough to hold him. I would not let
+him fall for the world."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, dear boy," replied his Mother; "when
+he is a little older, I shall have a great deal of
+comfort in trusting this dear little brother with
+you. It is more necessary now than ever, my
+son, that you should try always to be good, and
+to set a good example before your brother. He
+will be sure to do just as you do. If you are a
+good boy, you will be a good man; and how
+happy you will be, when you are grown up, to
+think that your good example will have made
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13">[13]</a></span>
+your brother a good boy, and a good man too.
+Now kiss me, and go and get your breakfast."</p>
+
+<p>Henry kissed his Mother, and told her of his
+good conduct in school, at which she was very
+glad, and then stooping down, he kissed the soft
+cheek of the little sleeping baby, and went gently
+out of the room.</p>
+
+<p>In a few weeks his Mother got quite well, and
+Charles (that was the baby's name) began to
+laugh and play with his brother. Henry was
+never so happy as when he was with little Charley.
+He always put him to sleep at night. The
+dear little fellow would clasp his little hand tight
+round one of Henry's fingers, and fall to sleep in
+his bed, while his brother sang to him.</p>
+
+<p>One day when Charles was about four years
+old, he said, "Dear brother, will you ride me on
+your back?" Henry was very busy just then; he
+was making a bow and arrow. He looked down,
+and saw a sweet little face, and two bright blue
+eyes, looking at him, and saying as plainly as
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14">[14]</a></span>
+eyes could say, "Do, dear brother." So he said,
+"Yes, Charley, I will, if you will help me to put
+away my things." Charles ran about, and helped
+Henry put his play-room in nice order, and
+then climbing on his back, and holding fast to a
+ribbon for a bridle, which Henry held between
+his teeth, he gave him a little tap on the shoulder,
+and crying, "Get up, old fellow," away they
+went around the room, Henry galloping so hard,
+that Charles bounced about almost as much as if
+he was on a real pony.</p>
+
+<p>"Let us go in the parlours, they are a great
+deal larger," said Charles; "do, dear brother."</p>
+
+<p>"I am afraid it would not be right," replied
+Henry; "we may break something. Mother has
+said that we had better never play there."</p>
+
+<p>"But we will be so careful," said the little
+boy; "we can play circus so nice. I <em>want</em> to go
+in the parlour."</p>
+
+<p>Henry's Father and Mother had gone out
+riding, so he could not ask leave to play in the
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15">[15]</a></span>
+parlours. He was almost sure it was wrong to go
+there, but he wanted to gratify his brother; so,
+promising himself to be very careful, he trotted
+down stairs into the parlour, with Charles on his
+back. At first he went slowly round the two
+rooms, but Charles began to whip his horse and
+cry, "Get up, old boy, you are getting lazy.
+You shall be a race-horse. Now go faster, faster;
+go round the room like lightning."</p>
+
+<p>So round he went, fast and faster, shaking
+his head, and taking great jumps, and kicking his
+legs up behind, with Charley holding on, laughing
+and screaming with delight, till, alas! sad to
+tell, his elbow brushed against a beautiful and
+costly vase, which stood upon a little table, knocked
+it off, and broke it into a hundred pieces.</p>
+
+<p>Henry stopped short, and let Charles slide
+down from his back. He looked at the broken
+vase, and then at his brother, and Charles
+looked at Henry, and then at the pieces on the
+floor.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16">[16]</a></span>
+"It is all broken," said he. "It can't be
+mended at all; can it, brother?"</p>
+
+<p>"No, it is past mending," said Henry;
+"and the first thing we must do will be to tell
+Mother."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, no!" said the little boy; "I am afraid
+to tell her."</p>
+
+<p>"We must never be afraid to tell the truth,
+dear Charley. I will set you a good example.
+You shall never learn to tell a lie from me."
+Henry had always remembered what his Mother
+had said to him, the very first time he ever saw
+his little brother; and very often, when he was
+tempted to be naughty, or get in a passion, the
+words, "Your brother will do just as you do,"
+would seem to come from his heart, and he would
+conquer his passion.</p>
+
+<p>In a few moments the boys heard the wheels
+of the carriage. Henry went to the hall door,
+and opened it. He held Charles by the hand.
+He had to hold him very tight, for Charles
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17">[17]</a></span>
+tried to get away. His face was pale. He
+waited until his Mother got out of the carriage
+and came up the steps, and, taking hold of
+her hand and looking up in her face, he said,
+in a firm voice, "Mother, I have broken your
+vase."</p>
+
+<p>"And I, too," said the little boy; "and it is
+broken all to pieces."</p>
+
+<p>Henry was glad to hear his little brother say
+this; and oh! how happy it made him feel, to
+think that the child had learned to speak the
+truth from him.</p>
+
+<p>Their Mother kissed them both and said,
+"My darling boys, I am rejoiced that you are
+not afraid to speak the truth. I would rather
+lose twenty vases than have you tell a lie. But
+you knew it was wrong to play in the parlours;
+did you not?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, dear Mother, it was wrong, and I
+knew it was," replied Henry. "I will submit
+to any punishment you think right. I ought
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18">[18]</a></span>
+to have remembered that you advised us not to
+go there."</p>
+
+<p>"If you think you ought to be punished,"
+said his Mother, "Charley shall go to bed to-night
+without your singing to him. This will
+make you both remember. Is that right?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, dear Mother," said Henry; but he
+looked very sorry; and little Charles made up a
+long face, for he loved his brother so much, that
+he could not bear to think that he must go to
+sleep without holding his finger and hearing him
+sing.</p>
+
+<p>When bed-time came, Charley wanted to beg
+his Mother to think of some other punishment for
+him. He wanted his dear brother so much. He
+looked at Henry, but Henry said, "Good-night,
+little fellow; we deserve this. Come! one night
+will soon be over. Now, let us see how well
+you can behave;" and he gave him a smile, and
+a kiss so full of love, that the little fellow put
+his lips tight together, and marched off to bed
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19">[19]</a></span>
+without a tear. It was hard to do it, but he
+had this kind brother to set him a good example,
+and he was determined to be as good a boy as
+Henry.</p>
+
+<p>Not many weeks after this, poor little Charles
+was taken sick. He was very sick indeed, and
+every day he grew worse. The doctor did all he
+could for him, and Henry stayed with him night
+and day, and would hardly take any rest. He
+gave him all his medicine, and sang to him very
+often when he was in pain. But Charles did
+not get any better, and at last the doctor said
+that he could not make him well&mdash;the little boy
+must die.</p>
+
+<p>When Henry heard this, the tears burst from
+his eyes, and he sobbed out, "Oh, my brother!
+oh, my brother! I cannot part with you, my
+little precious brother."</p>
+
+<p>The poor little fellow had become so weak
+and thin that he could scarcely lift his hands
+from the bed where he lay.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20">[20]</a></span>
+The last night came. He knew that he
+would not live many hours, for his dear Mother
+had said so; and now she told him, that as
+he had always tried to be a good boy, he would
+go to Heaven, and Jesus would take him into
+His bosom, and love him, and keep him, until
+they came to him.</p>
+
+<p>His little pale face grew bright. "Dear
+Mother," said he, "will Jesus let my brother
+come to me? I want my brother in Heaven.
+Come here close to me," said he to Henry. His
+brother leaned his face down close to the little
+boy's face, and helped him clasp his arms around
+his neck, and then he whispered, in a soft, weak
+voice, "Do not cry, dear brother&mdash;do not cry any
+more. I will pray to Jesus to let you come very
+soon and sing me to sleep in Heaven."</p>
+
+<p>These were the last words he spoke, for his
+breath grew shorter and shorter, and soon after
+his little hand dropped away from his brother's,
+and he was dead.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21">[21]</a></span>
+And his Father had him buried in Highgate
+Cemetery.</p>
+
+<p>It was in the summer time that he died, and
+his brother Henry planted a white rose-bush at
+the foot of the little grave, and a red rose-bush
+at the head, and often in the pleasant summer
+afternoons he would go alone to Highgate, and
+sit upon little Charley's grave, and think how he
+might at that moment be praying for him in
+Heaven.</p>
+
+<p>Henry is now a man. He was always a good
+boy. He is now a good man; and although
+many years have passed since he lost his little
+brother, he goes every summer to Highgate to
+visit his grave; and the tears always come into
+his eyes when he speaks of him, and tells that
+little Charley's last words were, that he would
+pray to Jesus to let his darling brother come
+soon, and sing him to sleep in Heaven.</p>
+
+
+
+<div class="new-h2"></div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22">[22]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANNIE_BROWNE">ANNIE BROWNE.</a></h2>
+
+
+<p>Little Annie Browne was an only child, that
+is, she had no little brothers or sisters; so you
+may be sure her parents loved this little girl very
+much indeed, and were always endeavouring to
+make her happy. Now I wonder if the dear
+little boy or girl, who is reading this, can guess
+the means that Annie's Father and Mother took
+to make her happy.</p>
+
+<p>Did they give her plenty of candy? No.
+Did they buy new play-things for her every day?
+No. Did they take her very often to the Museum
+or the Zoological Gardens? No; this was not
+the way. I will tell you what they did; and I
+will tell you what Annie did for one whole day
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23">[23]</a></span>
+when she was about five years old, and that will
+give you a very good idea of the way they took to
+make her <em>good</em>, for then she was <em>sure</em> to be
+<em>happy</em>.</p>
+
+<p>Well, one day Annie woke up very early in
+the morning, and, sitting up in her little bed,
+which was close by the side of her Mamma's, she
+first rubbed her eyes, and then she looked all
+round the room, and saw a narrow streak of
+bright light on the wall. It was made by the
+sun shining through a crack in the shutter. She
+began to sing softly this little song, that she had
+learned in school,&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"What is it shines so very bright,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">That quick dispels the dusky night?&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">It is the sun&mdash;the sun;<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Shedding around its cheerful light,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">It is the sun&mdash;the sun."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>Presently she looked round again, and saw
+her Mamma sleeping. She said, in her soft little
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24">[24]</a></span>
+voice, "Mamma, Mamma! good morning, dear
+Mamma!"</p>
+
+<p>But her Mamma did not wake up. Then she
+crept over her to where her Papa was sleeping,
+and said,&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"Papa, Papa! good morning, dear Papa!"</p>
+
+<p>But her Papa was too fast asleep to hear
+her. So she gave her Papa a little kiss on the
+end of his nose, and laid gently down between
+them.</p>
+
+<p>In a few minutes, her Papa woke up, and
+said,&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"Why! what little monkey is this in the
+bed?" which made Annie laugh very much. She
+then jumped out of bed, and put on her stockings
+and shoes herself, as all little boys and girls
+of five years old ought, and washed her face and
+hands, and put on her clothes; and her Mamma,
+who was now awake, fastened them, and brushed
+her hair nicely. After that, she said some little
+prayers that her Mamma had taught her, and
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25">[25]</a></span>
+then ran down stairs, singing as gaily as a lark,
+and dancing as lightly as a fairy.</p>
+
+<p>After breakfast, her Mamma got her school
+basket (it was a cunning little basket), and put
+in it a nice slice of bread and butter, and a
+peach, and gave her a little bouquet of flowers to
+present to her teacher, whom little Annie loved
+dearly; and then her Mamma said, "Good bye,
+my darling!" and Annie made her such a funny
+little curtsey, that she nearly tumbled over, and
+off she went to school with her Papa, who always
+saw her safe to the door.</p>
+
+<p>Annie staid in school from nine o'clock until
+two. When she came home, her Mother kissed
+her, and said&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"Have you been a good little girl in school
+to-day?"</p>
+
+<p>"I think I have," said Annie; "Miss Harriet
+said that I was very diligent. What is diligent,
+Mamma?"</p>
+
+<p>"To be diligent, my dear," answered her
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26">[26]</a></span>
+Mamma, "means to study your lesson all the
+time, without thinking of play, or anything else,
+until you know it perfectly."</p>
+
+<p>Annie said she was glad it meant such good
+things, and added, "Mamma, will you play I am
+a lady coming to see you, if you are not too
+busy?"</p>
+
+<p>Her Mamma said she would. So Annie got
+her two dolls. One was a very pretty wax doll,
+with eyes that could open and shut. Her name
+was Emily; and the other was not wax, but was
+larger. Her name was Augusta. Annie put on
+their hats and shawls, and dressed herself in an
+old hat, with a green veil, and came near her
+Mamma, and made believe ring a bell, and said,
+"Ting a ling, ting a ling."</p>
+
+<p>"Come in," said her Mamma.</p>
+
+<p>Little Annie shook hands with her Mamma,
+and said, "How do you do, Mrs. Browne?"</p>
+
+<p>"Thank you, I am very well," said her
+Mamma. "Take a seat, my dear Mrs. Frisby,"
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27">[27]</a></span>
+that was Annie's name. "How are your children,
+Mrs. Frisby?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh! they are very sick," answered Annie;
+"one has the toothache, and the other has a little
+square hole in the back of her head, and it has
+made her head ache."</p>
+
+<p>"Dear me! Mrs. Frisby," said her Mamma,
+"I am very sorry to hear it; you ought to go to
+the doctor with them."</p>
+
+<p>Then Annie pretended to go to the doctor,
+and she took out of the drawer a little bit of
+sugar for medicine. She ate the medicine up herself,
+and said that it had done the dollies a great
+deal of good. In this pleasant way she amused
+herself until dinner time.</p>
+
+<p>After dinner, her Papa and Mamma took her
+to the Park, as it was a pleasant day; and there
+Annie jumped about with other little girls, or ran
+with her great hoop. She could roll the hoop
+very well.</p>
+
+<p>Then she came skipping home, and had her
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28">[28]</a></span>
+tea; and after that her mother undressed her and
+heard her say her prayers, and kissed her for
+good night; and she jumped into bed, and in a
+moment was fast asleep. Don't you think Annie
+was a happy little girl? <em>I</em> think she was, for all
+her days passed in this pleasant manner. Some
+other time, perhaps, I will tell you more about
+little Annie Browne.</p>
+
+
+
+<div class="new-h2"></div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29">[29]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_THREE_BEARS">THE THREE BEARS.</a><a name="FNanchor_A_1" href="#Footnote_A_1" class="fnanchor">[*]</a></h2>
+
+
+<p>Once upon a time there were Three Bears,
+who lived together in a house of their own, in a
+wood. One of them was a Little, Small, Wee
+Bear; and one was a Middle-sized Bear, and the
+other was a Great, Huge Bear. They had each
+a pot for their porridge, a little pot for the Little,
+Small, Wee Bear; and a middle-sized pot for the
+Middle Bear, and a great pot for the Great,
+Huge Bear. And they had each a chair to sit
+in; a little chair for the Little, Small, Wee
+Bear; and a middle-sized chair for the Middle
+Bear; and a great chair for the Great, Huge
+Bear. And they had each a bed to sleep in; a
+little bed for the Little, Small, Wee Bear; and a
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30">[30]</a></span>
+middle-sized bed for the Middle Bear; and a
+great bed for the Great, Huge Bear.</p>
+
+<p>One day, after they had made the porridge
+for their breakfast, and poured it into their porridge-pots,
+they walked out into the wood while
+the porridge was cooling, that they might not
+burn their mouths, by beginning too soon to eat
+it. And while they were walking, a little old
+Woman came to the house. She could not have
+been a good, honest old Woman; for first she
+looked in at the window, and then she peeped in
+at the keyhole; and seeing nobody in the house,
+she lifted the latch. The door was not fastened,
+because the Bears were good Bears, who did
+nobody any harm, and never suspected that any
+body would harm them. So the little old Woman
+opened the door and went in; and well pleased
+she was when she saw the porridge on the table.
+If she had been a good little old Woman, she
+would have waited till the Bears came home, and
+then, perhaps, they would have asked her to
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31">[31]</a></span>
+breakfast; for they were good Bears,&mdash;a little
+rough or so, as the manner of Bears is, but for
+all that very good-natured and hospitable. But
+she was an impudent, bad old Woman, and set
+about helping herself.</p>
+
+<p>So first she tasted the porridge of the Great,
+Huge Bear, and that was too hot for her; and
+she said a bad word about that. And then she
+tasted the porridge of the Middle Bear, and that
+was too cold for her; and she said a bad word
+about that too. And then she went to the porridge
+of the Little, Small, Wee Bear, and tasted
+that; and that was neither too hot nor too cold,
+but just right; and she liked it so well, that she
+ate it all up: but the naughty old Woman said a
+bad word about the little porridge-pot, because it
+did not hold enough for her.</p>
+
+<p>Then the little old Woman sate down in the
+chair of the Great, Huge Bear, and that was too
+hard for her. And then she sate down in the
+chair of the Middle Bear, and that was too soft
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32">[32]</a></span>
+for her. And then she sate down in the chair of
+the Little, Small, Wee Bear, and that was neither
+too hard, nor too soft, but just right. So she
+seated herself in it, and there she sate till the
+bottom of the chair came out, and down came
+hers, plump upon the ground. And the naughty
+old Woman said a wicked word about that too.</p>
+
+<p>Then the little old Woman went up stairs
+into the bed-chamber in which the three Bears
+slept. And first she lay down upon the bed of
+the Great, Huge Bear; but that was too high at
+the head for her. And next she lay down upon
+the bed of the Middle Bear; and that was too
+high at the foot for her. And then she lay down
+upon the bed of the Little, Small, Wee Bear; and
+that was neither too high at the head, nor at the
+foot, but just right. So she covered herself up
+comfortably, and lay there till she fell fast asleep.</p>
+
+<p>By this time the Three Bears thought their
+porridge would be cool enough; so they came
+home to breakfast. Now the little old Woman
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33">[33]</a></span>
+had left the spoon of the Great, Huge Bear,
+standing in his porridge.</p>
+
+<p class="center great-bear">"Somebody has been at my porridge!"</p>
+
+<p>said the Great, Huge Bear, in his great, rough,
+gruff voice. And when the Middle Bear looked
+at his, he saw that the spoon was standing in it
+too. They were wooden spoons; if they had been
+silver ones, the naughty old Woman would have
+put them in her pocket.</p>
+
+<p class="center middle-bear">"Somebody has been at my porridge!"</p>
+
+<p>said the Middle Bear, in his middle voice.</p>
+
+<p>Then the Little, Small, Wee Bear looked at
+his, and there was the spoon in the porridge-pot,
+but the porridge was all gone.</p>
+
+<p class="center little-bear">"Somebody has been at my porridge, and has eaten it all up!"</p>
+
+<p>said the Little, Small, Wee Bear, in his little,
+small, wee voice.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34">[34]</a></span>
+Upon this the Three Bears, seeing that some
+one had entered their house, and eaten up the
+Little, Small, Wee Bear's breakfast, began to
+look about them. Now the little old Woman
+had not put the hard cushion straight when she
+rose from the chair of the Great, Huge Bear.</p>
+
+<p class="center great-bear">"Somebody has been sitting in
+my chair!"</p>
+
+<p>said the Great, Huge Bear, in his great, rough,
+gruff voice.</p>
+
+<p>And the little old Woman had squatted down
+the soft cushion of the Middle Bear.</p>
+
+<p class="center middle-bear">"Somebody has been sitting in
+my chair!"</p>
+
+<p>said the Middle Bear, in his middle voice.</p>
+
+<p>And you know what the little old Woman
+had done to the third chair.</p>
+
+<p class="center little-bear">"Somebody has been sitting in my chair, and has sate the
+bottom of it out!"</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35">[35]</a></span>
+said the Little, Small, Wee Bear, in his little,
+small, wee voice.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 509px;">
+<img src="images/img01.png" width="509" height="600" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>Then the Three Bears thought it necessary
+that they should make further search; so they
+went up stairs into their bed-chamber. Now the
+little old Woman had pulled the pillow of the
+Great, Huge Bear, out of its place.</p>
+
+<p class="center great-bear">"Somebody has been lying in
+my bed!"</p>
+
+<p>said the Great, Huge Bear, in his great, rough,
+gruff voice.</p>
+
+<p>And the little old Woman had pulled the
+bolster of the Middle Bear out of its place.</p>
+
+<p class="center middle-bear">"Somebody has been lying in my
+bed!"</p>
+
+<p>said the Middle Bear, in his middle voice.</p>
+
+<p>And when the Little, Small, Wee Bear came
+to look at his bed, there was the bolster in its
+place; and the pillow in its place upon the
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36">[36]</a></span>
+bolster; and upon the pillow was the little old
+Woman's ugly, dirty head,&mdash;which was not in its
+place, for she had no business there.</p>
+
+<p class="center little-bear">"Somebody has been lying in my bed,&mdash;and here she is!"</p>
+
+<p>said the Little, Small, Wee Bear, in his little,
+small, wee voice.</p>
+
+<p>The little old Woman had heard in her sleep
+the great, rough, gruff voice of the Great, Huge
+Bear; but she was so fast asleep that it was no
+more to her than the roaring of wind, or the
+rumbling of thunder. And she had heard the
+middle voice of the Middle Bear, but it was only
+as if she had heard some one speaking in a
+dream. But when she heard the little, small,
+wee voice of the Little, Small, Wee Bear, it was
+so sharp, and so shrill, that it awakened her at
+once. Up she started; and when she saw the
+Three Bears on one side of the bed, she tumbled
+herself out at the other, and ran to the window.
+Now the window was open, because the Bears,
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37">[37]</a></span>
+like good, tidy Bears, as they were, always
+opened their bed-chamber window when they got
+up in the morning. Out the little old Woman
+jumped; and whether she broke her neck in the
+fall; or ran into the wood and was lost there; or
+found her way out of the wood, and was taken up
+by the constable and sent to the House of Correction
+for a vagrant as she was, I cannot tell.
+But the Three Bears never saw anything more of
+her.</p>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_A_1" href="#FNanchor_A_1" class="label">[*]</a> From "The Doctor," by Robert Southey.</p></div>
+
+
+
+
+<div class="new-h2"></div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38">[38]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ABOUT_MINDING_QUICKLY">ABOUT MINDING QUICKLY.</a></h2>
+
+
+<p>Emma was one day sitting by the fire, on a
+little stool. She was trying to cut a mouse out of
+a piece of paper. She had a pair of scissors, with
+round ends. Her mother had given her these
+scissors for her own, because they were safer for
+her to use than scissors with pointed ends.</p>
+
+<p>Presently, her Mother said, "Come here to
+me, Emma."</p>
+
+<p>"Wait a minute, Mother," said Emma.</p>
+
+<p>"Do you know," said her Mother, "that it
+was naughty for you to say that?"</p>
+
+<p>"Why, you can wait a <em>little</em> minute," said
+Emma; "I am very busy. Don't you see that
+I am making a mouse?"</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39">[39]</a></span>
+"Emma," replied her Mother, "do you know
+that I ought to punish you, because you do not
+mind?"</p>
+
+<p>"I am coming directly," cried Emma, dropping
+her scissors and her paper mouse, and running
+up to her Mother.</p>
+
+<p>Her Mother took her up on her lap, and said,
+"My little girl, this will <em>never</em> do. You must
+learn to come at once when you are called; you
+<em>must</em> obey quickly. If you continue in this very
+naughty habit of not minding until you are told
+to do a thing two or three times, you will grow
+up a very disagreeable girl, and nobody will love
+you."</p>
+
+<p>Emma looked up mournfully into her Mother's
+face, and said, "Mother, I will try to do
+better."</p>
+
+<p>She was a good-tempered child, and was seldom
+cross or sullen; but she had this one bad
+habit, and it was a very bad habit indeed&mdash;she
+waited to be told twice, and sometimes oftener,
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40">[40]</a></span>
+and many times she made her kind Mother very
+unhappy.</p>
+
+<p>For a few days after this Emma remembered
+what her Mother had said to her, and always
+came the first time she was called. She came
+pleasantly, for it is very important to mind pleasantly,
+and did everything she was told to do immediately;
+and her Mother loved her dearly, and
+hoped she was quite cured of her naughty ways.</p>
+
+<p>But I am very sorry to have to say that a time
+came when Emma entirely forgot her promise.
+You shall hear how it happened.</p>
+
+<p>One morning Emma's Mother said to her,
+"Emma, it is time for you to get up, and put on
+your stockings and shoes."</p>
+
+<p>Emma did not move. She lay with her eyes
+wide open, watching a fly on the wall, that was
+scrubbing his thin wings with his hind legs.</p>
+
+<p>"Did you hear me, Emma? Put on your
+stockings and shoes!"</p>
+
+<p>Emma got up very slowly. She put one foot
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41">[41]</a></span>
+out of bed, and then looked again at the fly.
+This time he was scrubbing his face with his fore
+legs. So she sat there, and said to herself, "I
+wonder how that funny little fly can stay upon
+the wall. I can't walk up the wall as the fly can.
+What a little round black head he has got!"</p>
+
+<p>"Emma!" said her Mother, and this time
+she spoke in a very severe tone.</p>
+
+<p>Emma started, and put her other foot out of
+bed, and took up one of her stockings.</p>
+
+<p>Her Mother got out of her bed, which was
+close to Emma's crib, and began to dress herself.
+When she was dressed, she looked round, and
+saw Emma, with one stocking half on, and the
+other rolled up in a little ball, which she was
+throwing up in the air.</p>
+
+<p>Her Mother was angry with her. She went
+up to her, and took her stocking away from her,
+and told her to get into bed again; for if she
+would not dress herself when her Mother bid her,
+she should be punished by being made to lie in
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42">[42]</a></span>
+bed. She shut up the window shutters, and took
+all the books out of the room, and telling Emma
+not to get up until she gave her leave, she went
+down stairs to breakfast.</p>
+
+<p>Now children don't like to be in bed in the
+daytime,&mdash;at least I have never heard of any one
+that did; and Emma was soon tired of lying in a
+dark room wide awake, with nothing to do, and
+no pleasant thoughts, for she could think of nothing but
+her naughty behaviour. So this was a
+very severe punishment, and she began to cry,
+and wish she had minded quickly, and then she
+would have been down stairs, where the sun was
+shining brightly into the windows. She would
+have been sitting in her chair, with her dear little
+kitten in her lap, and a nice bowl of bread and
+milk for her breakfast. She always saved a little
+milk in the bottom of the bowl for Daisy her kitten,
+and after she had done, she would give the
+rest to Daisy. So you see that Emma lost much
+pleasure by not minding quickly; and, what was
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43">[43]</a></span>
+worse than all, she had displeased her Mother,
+and made her unhappy.</p>
+
+<p>Oh, how weary she got! how she longed to
+get up! She did not dare to disobey her Mother,
+and she lay in her crib a long, long time, and
+thought she never could be so naughty again.</p>
+
+<p>At last her Mother came into the room. She
+opened the shutters, and said, "Emma, you may
+get up and put on your stockings and shoes."</p>
+
+<p>Emma jumped up quickly, and had them on
+in two minutes, and then she took off her night-gown
+and put on her day-clothes, which hung
+over the back of the chair by her crib, and went
+to her Mother to have them fastened, for she
+could not fasten them herself. Her Mother fastened
+her clothes, and then, taking her little girl's
+hand, she said, "My dear little Emma, you have
+made me feel very unhappy this morning. I do
+not like to punish you, but it is my duty to try to
+cure you of all your naughty ways, and it is your
+duty to try to overcome them. If you do not,
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44">[44]</a></span>
+some day you may meet with some terrible misfortune,
+like that which happened to a boy I used to
+know when I was young. I will tell you the story.
+This boy, like you, grieved his parents often, by
+not minding quickly; and he suffered for it in a
+way that he will never forget as long as he lives.
+He was one day standing on the steps of the
+house where he lived, and I was standing at the
+window of the house opposite, where I lived. I
+was watching some men that were on the top of
+this boy's house, fixing the slates on the roof.
+The roof was covered with loose pieces of slate,
+and nails, and rubbish.</p>
+
+<p>"Presently one of the men on the roof cried
+out, 'Go in, little boy; go in.' But the boy was
+looking at a kite that some other boys had in the
+street, and he did not choose to go in. The man
+thought that he had minded what he told him,
+and without looking again he tumbled down a
+great heap of slates and rubbish. The house was
+quite high, and a large and sharp piece of slate
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45">[45]</a></span>
+came down very swiftly, and struck the boy on
+the side of his head, and cut off nearly the whole
+of his ear. In a moment the blood poured down
+his neck and over his clothes, and I thought he
+would bleed to death. Oh, Emma! what a
+dreadful punishment for not minding quickly!</p>
+
+<p>"For a long time he went about with his
+head bound up, and when he got well again the
+side of his face looked very bad indeed, for where
+his ear had been there was a dreadful scar that
+never went away. Now he is a man, and he
+often tells children how he got this dreadful scar,
+and all because he did not mind quickly."</p>
+
+<p>The tears had rolled down Emma's face while
+her Mother was telling her this story. When she
+had finished it, Emma put her arms around her
+Mother's neck, and told her that indeed she would
+try to obey at once, and be a good little girl, so
+that her dear Mother would never be unhappy
+about her again.</p>
+
+<p>Her Mother kissed her, and took her down
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46">[46]</a></span>
+stairs, and gave her some breakfast, and all this
+day, and ever after, she did try very hard to be
+good. Whenever she felt herself going about
+anything slowly, the thought of the poor boy
+who had lost his ear would come into her mind,
+and she would jump up at once, when her Mother
+called her, and do whatever she wanted her to
+do, pleasantly and quickly.</p>
+
+
+
+<div class="new-h2"></div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47">[47]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_TWINS">THE TWINS.</a></h2>
+
+
+<p>"Well, Susan," said her Father one day,
+as she came home from school, "I am glad to
+see you; I wish to inform you that two young
+gentlemen arrived here to-day."</p>
+
+<p>"What are their names, Father?" asked
+Susan.</p>
+
+<p>"I do not know," answered her Father; "I
+do not believe they have got any names. They
+are very small&mdash;so small that at this moment
+they are both asleep in the great chair."</p>
+
+<p>"Both asleep in the great chair?" cried
+Susan, astonished at what her Father had said,
+"I do believe you have been buying two little
+monkeys."</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48">[48]</a></span>
+"No, I have not," said her Father, laughing.
+"Now come with me, and I will show you these
+strangers, and then see if you will say they are
+monkeys."</p>
+
+<p>Susan went with her Father. He took her
+hand, and led her into her Mother's room. The
+room was dark, and her Mother was lying in the
+bed. Susan was afraid that she was sick. She
+went to her and said,&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"Dear Mother, are you sick? You look
+very pale."</p>
+
+<p>Her Mother kissed her, and said, "I am very
+weak, my dear child; but do you not want to
+see your little brothers?"</p>
+
+<p>"Brothers?&mdash;where?" cried Susan. "Have
+I a brother?"</p>
+
+<p>"Two of them," said her Father. "Come
+here, Susan, here they both are, fast asleep."</p>
+
+<p>Susan went up to the great easy chair, and
+on the cushion she saw, all tucked up warm, two
+little round fat faces lying close together. Their
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49">[49]</a></span>
+noses nearly touched each other, and they looked
+funny enough.</p>
+
+<p>"Well, Susan," said her Father, "do you
+like the monkeys?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, Father!" answered the little girl, clasping
+her hands, "I am so glad&mdash;I am so happy!
+They are exactly alike,&mdash;how I shall love them,
+the dear little toads!"</p>
+
+<p>"Toads!" said her Father, laughing; "they
+don't look a bit like toads."</p>
+
+<p>"Well, I said that because I loved them so,"
+replied Susan, "just as you sometimes call me
+your little mouse."</p>
+
+<p>For two weeks the little twins slept together
+in the great chair, and there was no end to Susan's
+wonder and delight. Her Mother had to
+tie a bit of red silk around the wrist of one of
+them, to tell them apart. They grew very fast,
+and were the dearest little fellows in the world,
+they had such bright, merry, black eyes, and
+were always ready to have a frolic with Susan.
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50">[50]</a></span>
+As they grew up, they were so good and so
+pretty, that everybody loved them, and a great
+many people came to see them. I forgot to tell
+you that one was named George, and the other
+James.</p>
+
+<p>One day, when the twins were three years
+old, they were left alone in the breakfast-room.
+The things on the breakfast-table had been cleared
+away, except a bowl nearly full of sugar, which
+was standing on the table.</p>
+
+<p>Presently the little fellows spied the bowl
+of sugar. "George," said James, "if you will
+help me with this chair, I will give you some
+sugar."</p>
+
+<p>So both the boys took hold of the heavy chair,
+and dragged it to the table. Then James helped
+George to climb upon it, and from that he scrambled
+up on the table. He walked across, to
+where the sugar was, and sat down on the table,
+and took the sugar-bowl in his lap.</p>
+
+<p>"Now, you get the stool," said George.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51">[51]</a></span>
+So James got the stool, and put it close to
+the side of the table where George was, and stood
+upon it.</p>
+
+<p>You should have seen how their merry black
+eyes sparkled, at the fine feast they were going
+to have. They did not think that they were
+doing wrong, for their Mother had often given
+them a little sugar.</p>
+
+<p>So George took the spoon that was in the
+sugar, and helped James to a spoonful, and then
+took one himself. He was very particular to
+give James exactly as many spoonfuls as he took
+himself.</p>
+
+<p>They were having such a delightful time, that
+for some moments they did not speak a single
+word. George began first,&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"This is nice," said George.</p>
+
+<p>"I like sugar," said James.</p>
+
+<p>"It is so sweet," said George.</p>
+
+<p>"And so good," said James.</p>
+
+<p>"We will eat it all up," said George.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52">[52]</a></span>
+"We won't leave a bit," said James.</p>
+
+<p>"It is almost all gone," said George.</p>
+
+<p>"There is hardly any left," said James.</p>
+
+<p>All the time they were talking George had
+been stuffing his brother and himself with the
+sugar.</p>
+
+<p>Just then their Mother opened the door. She
+had opened it softly, and the little boys had not
+heard her. When she saw them so busy&mdash;with
+their round faces stuck all over with crumbs of
+sugar, and George sitting on the table, dealing it
+out so fairly&mdash;she could not keep from laughing.</p>
+
+<p>The twins heard her laugh, so they laughed
+too; and George cried out, "Mother, this sugar
+is nice&mdash;I like it."</p>
+
+<p>"And so do I," said James.</p>
+
+<p>Their Mother lifted George from the table,
+and told them they must not do so again, for so
+much sugar would make them sick. She washed
+their faces, and sent them to play in the garden.
+There was a fine large garden at the back of
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53">[53]</a></span>
+the house, where they could play without
+danger.</p>
+
+<p>Three years after this, the twins were sent
+to school, where they soon became great favourites,
+because they were amiable and good, and
+always willing to do as they were told. They
+looked so exactly alike, and were dressed so exactly
+alike, that often very funny mistakes were
+made. I will tell you something that happened,
+that was not funny, but it will show you how hard
+it was to tell which was George, and which was
+James.</p>
+
+<p>One day, the teacher gave the twins a spelling
+lesson, and told them that they must know
+it perfectly that morning.</p>
+
+<p>Now George, for the first time, was naughty,
+and instead of learning the lesson, he was making
+elephants and giraffes on his slate; but
+James studied his lesson, and soon knew it.
+Presently the teacher said, "James, do you know
+your lesson?"</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54">[54]</a></span>
+"Yes, sir," said James. He went up to the
+desk and said it very well.</p>
+
+<p>"You know it perfectly," said his teacher;
+"you are a good boy. Now go to your seat."</p>
+
+<p>In a few moments he said, "George, come
+and say your lesson."</p>
+
+<p>But George did not know a word of it; and
+James whispered to him, "I don't want you to
+be punished, brother; I will go for you and say it
+again."</p>
+
+<p>So James went and repeated his lesson. The
+teacher thought of course it was George; he
+said, "Very well, indeed, George; you know
+it just as well as James: you are <em>both</em> good
+boys."</p>
+
+<p>When George heard this praise, which he
+did not deserve, he was troubled. He had been
+taught never to deceive. He did not think at
+first how wrong he had been; <em>now</em>, he saw
+plainly, that it was very wrong; that he and his
+brother had been <em>acting</em> a lie.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55">[55]</a></span>
+He whispered to James, "Brother, I can't
+bear to cheat, so I will go and tell the teacher."</p>
+
+<p>So he went directly up to the desk, and said,
+"Sir, I have not yet said my lesson."</p>
+
+<p>"Why, yes you have," replied the teacher;
+"I have just heard you say it."</p>
+
+<p>"No, sir, if you please," said George; "I do
+not know it at all. James said it twice, to save
+me from being punished."</p>
+
+<p>"Well, George," replied his teacher, "I am
+very glad you have told me this. I never should
+have found it out. But your conscience told you
+that you were doing wrong; and I am thankful
+you have listened to its warnings, and made up
+your mind at once to be an honest boy. I will
+not punish you or James, for I am sure neither
+of you will do so again."</p>
+
+<p>The little boys promised him they never
+would&mdash;and they never did; and they grew up
+to be honest and good men.</p>
+
+
+
+<div class="new-h2"></div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56">[56]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_LITTLE_BOY_THAT_WAS_AFRAID_OF_THE_WATER">THE
+LITTLE BOY THAT WAS AFRAID OF
+THE WATER.</a></h2>
+
+
+<p>Once on a time there were two little boys.
+William was five years old, and Johnny was not
+quite three. The weather was very warm, and
+these little boys got so weak, and looked so pale
+and sick, that the doctor said their parents had
+better take them to Hastings, and let them bathe
+in the sea. So their Mother packed up their
+clothes, and some books, for she did not wish
+them to be idle; and one pleasant afternoon they
+all went by the railway to Hastings.</p>
+
+<p>The little boys were very much amused at all
+they saw. There were several other boys in the
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57">[57]</a></span>
+carriage, and William and Johnny looked very
+hard at them, and wished they knew what their
+names were, and whether they had a Noah's
+Ark and Rocking-Horse like theirs.</p>
+
+<p>After three hours' ride by the puffing,
+screaming railway, they arrived safely at Hastings,
+and they found a carriage waiting for them,
+which soon took them to the house which their
+papa had hired. Tea was immediately brought
+up, and then, as they were all very tired, they
+went early to bed.</p>
+
+<p>After breakfast the next morning, William
+and Johnny walked down to the smooth and
+beautiful beach with their parents, where a
+great many people, some of them children, were
+bathing. They seemed to like it very much;
+and it really did look very inviting, for the sun
+made the water sparkle like diamonds, and the
+waves seemed dancing and leaping, and looked
+as if they longed to give everybody a good
+splashing.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58">[58]</a></span>
+William was delighted. He could hardly
+wait to be undressed, he was in such a great
+hurry to be ducked; and when the bathing-woman
+took him and plunged him under the
+water, although he gasped for breath, he laughed,
+and kicked, and splashed the water, and cried,
+"Duck me again! duck me again!" and he
+looked so pleased, that some other children came
+to where he was, and they all had a grand frolic
+together.</p>
+
+<p>Little Johnny laughed too, as he stood in the
+machine; but, when his Mother said, "Come,
+Johnny, now it is your turn," he made a terrible
+face, and cried, "Dear Mamma, please let me go
+home. I shall never see you again if you put me
+in that great big water." But his Mamma said
+he must go in, because it would do him a great
+deal of good, and she undressed him, and put
+him into the woman's arms.</p>
+
+<p>Johnny now began to scream as loud as he
+could, and cried out, "Mamma, Mamma, I want
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_59">[59]</a></span>
+to go back to you." But the old woman did not
+mind him a bit, and holding him by his arms,
+she plunged him under the water.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 462px;">
+<img src="images/img02.png" width="462" height="600" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>The poor little fellow came up gasping and
+panting, and sobbed out, "Oh, my dear Mamma,
+come and kiss me 'fore I die."</p>
+
+<p>Everybody laughed&mdash;for there was no danger&mdash;except
+his kind Mother. A tear started to
+her eye, for she knew her dear little son really
+thought he was dying, and would never see her
+again. But in a little while he felt better, and,
+after his Mother had taken him, and had rubbed
+him all over and dressed him, and he had run up
+and down the beach with William and the other
+children, he felt such a nice warm glow all over
+him, that he forgot all about his fright.</p>
+
+<p>Very soon he said, "Mamma, I am so hungry&mdash;I
+am as hungry as a little bear."</p>
+
+<p>"That is because you have been in the
+water," replied his Mother.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60">[60]</a></span>
+"Are the fishes always hungry?&mdash;does the
+water make them hungry too?" said Johnny.</p>
+
+<p>"I believe they are always ready to eat,"
+replied his Mother; "you know that they are
+caught by bait. This bait is often a little worm,
+put upon a sharp hook. The fish snap at the
+bait, and the hook catches them in the mouth.
+Come, little hungry fish," added his Mother,
+"and I will give you something to eat; but I
+will not put it on a hook to hurt you."</p>
+
+<p>The next day the little boys went into the
+water again, and, although Johnny made up a
+doleful face, he did not think he should die this
+time; and, when he saw the other children
+laughing and splashing each other, and crying,
+"Duck me again! what fun we are having!" he
+tried to like it too, and after a little while did
+begin to like it; for when children <em>try</em> to overcome
+their foolish fears, they will almost always
+succeed, and be rewarded, as Johnny was, by the
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61">[61]</a></span>
+pleasure they enjoy, and the happiness they give
+to their parents.</p>
+
+<p>After a few days Johnny got to be so brave,
+that he was the first to run down to the beach
+and jump into the bathing-woman's arms, and he
+cried louder than any, "Duck me again!" and
+splashed everybody that came near him; and
+both William and Johnny got so strong, and ate
+so heartily, and had such great red cheeks, that
+when they went home to London, a few weeks
+after, their friends hardly knew them, and Johnny
+never again had any foolish fears about going into
+the water.</p>
+
+
+
+<div class="new-h2"></div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62">[62]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_MAY_QUEEN">THE MAY QUEEN.</a></h2>
+
+
+<p>"Mother," said Frederick Stanley, "is it
+not wrong to treat servants unkindly?"</p>
+
+<p>"What makes you ask that question?" answered
+his Mother. "What can have put that
+into your head?"</p>
+
+<p>"Nothing&mdash;I don't know," replied he, looking
+at his sister Kate, who was sitting near him,
+working a pair of slippers.</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Stanley saw that there was something
+on their mind, so she laid down her book, and
+tried to draw it out. She began,&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"What is the reason that your little Scottish
+friend Jessie has not been here lately? I thought
+that you, Kate, could not take a walk with any
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63">[63]</a></span>
+pleasure without her, and Fred has become quite
+a beau since her arrival. I am afraid you have
+done or said something to offend her."</p>
+
+<p>"Fred," said Kate,&mdash;who was two years
+younger than her brother, and much smaller,
+and had a great respect for him,&mdash;"Fred, do
+you tell Mother."</p>
+
+<p>Fred gave his trousers a little pull, shook the
+hair away from his face, half laughed, and did
+not speak a word; but Kate, like a real little
+woman, could not keep the secret a moment
+longer.</p>
+
+<p>"We have had a quarrel, Mother; that's
+all."</p>
+
+<p>"'A quarrel! that's all!'" said her Mother.
+"That's a great deal too much; but what did
+you find to quarrel about?"</p>
+
+<p>"Why, Mother," answered Fred, getting
+over his bashfulness, now that the secret was
+out, "it was all about treating servants with
+kindness."</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64">[64]</a></span>
+"Well done!" exclaimed his Mother. "Let
+us hear what you had to say upon the subject."</p>
+
+<p>"I said it was a shame to abuse those who
+were poorer than we were; that in God's eyes all
+were equal. I could not bear to hear Jessie say
+that she had her own servant at home, and when
+this servant did anything to displease her, she
+would pinch and slap her. I told her she was a
+downright wicked girl!"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, shocking! shocking!" said Mrs. Stanley.
+"And, my sweet little Kate, did you too
+stand up for kindness to servants?"</p>
+
+<p>"I did all I could, dear Mother," she replied,
+"but Fred did the most."</p>
+
+<p>"Well, tell me, what else did you say?"</p>
+
+<p>"I told her," said Fred, hesitating a little,
+"that here we said, 'if you please,' and 'thank
+you,' when a servant did anything for us, and
+that she had better go back to Scotland, and not
+stay another day in a place where she was deprived
+of the pleasure of pinching people."</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65">[65]</a></span>
+"Oh, Frederick! Frederick! how could a
+boy of your politeness be so rude to a young
+lady? That was a great mistake."</p>
+
+<p>Frederick looked mortified, and Kate hung
+her head. "But what happened after that?"
+asked Mrs. Stanley.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, she was so angry that she went away,
+and we have not seen her since. I am very
+sorry; but it can't be helped now."</p>
+
+<p>"No," said Kate, "we can't help it now."</p>
+
+<p>"But, my dear children," said their Mother,
+"I think you owe Jessie an apology."</p>
+
+<p>"I have no objection," said Fred, after reflecting
+a moment, "if you think I have been so
+very impolite; but it will do no good."</p>
+
+<p>"Well," said Mrs. Stanley, "it must be done.
+Perhaps I can assist you in making up the quarrel.
+Next Thursday, you know, is the first of
+May. You shall have a little party, and Jessie
+shall be Queen of May. That will be certain to
+please her."</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_66">[66]</a></span>
+"Jessie! Queen!" exclaimed Kate. "She
+will not, Mother. Jessie will not come; I am
+sure she will not come. I do not believe she
+will ever speak to us again."</p>
+
+<p>"I tell you she <em>will</em> come," said her Mother;
+"and she will be Queen. I will manage it for
+you."</p>
+
+<p>"Ah, well, Mother," said Fred, looking at
+his sister, "you don't know Jessie as well as we
+do. She won't forgive us so easily."</p>
+
+<p>Company now came in, and the children went
+to their studies. In the afternoon Mrs. Stanley
+sent a polite invitation to Jessie and her parents
+to pass the next Thursday evening at her house;
+and as they were sitting at the tea-table, the
+answer was returned.</p>
+
+<p>"There," said Mrs. Stanley, "one point is
+gained; they will all come."</p>
+
+<p>"They may come," said Frederick, "but she
+won't be civil to us, I know."</p>
+
+<p>The next day was spent in preparing the
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67">[67]</a></span>
+crown, throne, and flowers, &amp;c., and Frederick
+set himself to work to learn by heart some lines
+his Mother had written for the occasion.</p>
+
+<p>Thursday evening arrived, and the children,
+though afraid of Jessie's cold looks, were in
+good spirits. Kate came into the parlour, and
+found Fred before a large glass, making his
+speech, and practising the most graceful bows
+and gestures.</p>
+
+<p>"Goodness!" she exclaimed, "how light and
+beautiful the room looks! Oh, Fred, I hope we
+shall have a pleasant time."</p>
+
+<p>The arrival of the company now interrupted
+them, and when nearly all had come, Mrs. Stanley
+told her plan with regard to Jessie; and this
+important matter was just settled, when that
+young lady and her parents entered.</p>
+
+<p>Jessie, not knowing the honour awaiting her,
+was very stiff and grave in her salutations. Her
+large dark eyes were turned away from Fred and
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68">[68]</a></span>
+Kate, yet an expression about her pretty mouth
+seemed to say,&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"I am not so very angry as you think."</p>
+
+<p>"She <em>looks</em> like a Queen, does not she?" whispered
+Fred to his sister.</p>
+
+<p>"She is stiff enough, at any rate," said
+Kate.</p>
+
+<p>"I wonder whom she will choose for her
+King?" said Fred.</p>
+
+<p>"I am sure I don't know," answered Kate,
+looking round. "I suppose the biggest boy."</p>
+
+<p>"Dear me!" said Fred, "I forget that
+I must go out until it is time for the Address;"
+and he left the room, to wait his Mother's
+signal.</p>
+
+<p>Refreshments were now handed round the
+room, and many a sly glance was cast upon the
+unconscious Jessie, who was still looking very
+grave, and almost cross, till, at a hint from his
+Mother, Fred made his appearance, and with
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69">[69]</a></span>
+blushing face, but firm voice, pronounced the
+following lines:</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"O valiant knights, and ladies fair!<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">I'm very glad to see you here;<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Your happy looks and eyes so bright,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Have quite inspired me to-night.<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Though I'm unused to courtly ways,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">My choice from you will meet with praise.<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Our English land, so brave and free,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Where waves the flag of liberty,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Can yet, while all our hearts approve,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">The Scottish stranger fondly love.<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">(No looks of grave distrust are seen,)<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Fair Jessie! I proclaim you Queen!<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And kneeling lowly at your feet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">To be your knight I do entreat.<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Now deign to say, what happy one<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Amongst us all shall share your throne?"<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>Fred rose from his knees, and awaited Jessie's
+reply.</p>
+
+<p>Her anger was all gone, but she was so surprised
+that she looked down, and did not say a
+word.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70">[70]</a></span>
+"Well," thought Fred, "I knew she would
+act so. I suppose everybody is laughing at me."</p>
+
+<p>"Jessie," said her Mother, "speak quickly.
+Whom will you have for King?"</p>
+
+<p>Jessie blushed, and smiled, and whispered in
+a soft little voice, "Frederick."</p>
+
+<p>Astonished and delighted by this kindness,
+Fred again knelt down, then rising, he took
+her little white hand, and led her in triumph,
+followed by all the company, to the next room,
+where a splendid throne had been erected. A
+beautiful crown of flowers was placed on Jessie's
+head, and gave new beauty to her soft and curling
+brown hair. Frederick also had a handsome
+crown. Sceptres were placed in their hands, and
+then they arranged their court. Kate was made
+a Duchess, at which she grew quite dignified;
+there were plenty of Earls and Countesses, and
+the sweet little maids of honour and the pages
+stood behind the throne.</p>
+
+<p>They then formed a procession, to return to
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71">[71]</a></span>
+the parlour, and in an instant a march burst forth
+from a band of music which had been concealed
+for the purpose.</p>
+
+<p>At this unexpected event, his Majesty jumped
+so high that his crown tumbled off, and the
+Queen was in such a delightful agitation that
+she could not confine her steps to a walk, and so
+the King and the Queen, and the Duchess, and
+all the maids of honour and pages, ran helter-skelter,
+as fast as they could, and took places for
+dancing.</p>
+
+<p>Never were merrier hearts or brighter eyes
+than now leaped and shone in that little party.
+The Queen was the gayest of all, and the King
+was nearly out of his wits with joy, to find himself
+and Jessie once more friends. Little Kate
+got so tired of being a Duchess that she skipped
+about like a little fairy; and all the lords and
+ladies, and maids of honour and pages, were so
+merry and so full of innocent fun, that they
+looked a great deal more like little children.
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72">[72]</a></span>
+And so the happy evening concluded, to the
+satisfaction of all.</p>
+
+<p>The next morning, Mrs. Stanley asked her
+children if they had had a pleasant party.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, yes!" they both answered; "it was
+perfectly delightful; and Jessie was as pleasant
+as she could be, and seemed to have forgotten all
+about the quarrel."</p>
+
+
+
+<div class="new-h2"></div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73">[73]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_TOOTHACHE">THE TOOTHACHE.</a></h2>
+
+
+<p>One day little Emily's Grandma said to her,
+"My dear child, you must go with me to-day
+to the dentist's, and have some of those teeth
+pulled out. They are growing so fast and so
+crooked, that you have not room enough in your
+mouth for them all."</p>
+
+<p>"Dear Grandma," said the little girl, "will
+it hurt me <em>very</em> much?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, my dear," replied her Grandma; "it
+will hurt you a great deal, but you must try to
+bear the pain; it will not be long."</p>
+
+<p>Poor little Emily sighed, and the tears stood
+in her eyes. She knew that her Grandmother
+always told her the exact truth. She knew that
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_74">[74]</a></span>
+she would suffer a great deal of pain, because her
+Grandma had told her so.</p>
+
+<p>It is always the best way to tell a little boy
+or girl the exact truth. If Emily's Grandma
+had said that it would not hurt her to have her
+teeth pulled out, it would have been very wrong,
+and Emily would not have believed her another
+time, when she was to have anything done to
+her.</p>
+
+<p>This little girl had no Mother. Her Mother
+was dead, and her Grandma took care of her,
+and was very kind to her, and Emily loved her
+dearly, and so she made up her mind to go and
+have her teeth out, without any trouble, because
+her Grandma was in bad health; and she knew
+that if she cried and made a great fuss about it,
+it would trouble her, and perhaps make her ill.</p>
+
+<p>Now was not this thoughtful and good in a
+little girl only seven years old? I hope all the
+little boys and girls that read this will try to be
+as good.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75">[75]</a></span>
+After dinner, Emily and her Grandma put on
+their bonnets, and went to the dentist's house.
+The little girl trembled when the door was
+opened, but she walked in without saying a
+word.</p>
+
+<p>They went into the parlour, for there were
+some persons up stairs in the dentist's room, and
+they had to wait.</p>
+
+<p>"Grandma," said Emily, "may I look at
+the books on the table? It will keep me from
+thinking about my teeth."</p>
+
+<p>Her Grandma said she might, and the little
+girl was soon quite interested in looking at the
+pictures in the books, and showing them to her
+Grandma.</p>
+
+<p>In a little while the servant came to tell her
+she could go up stairs. Her heart beat fast, but
+she went up to her Grandmother, and said,
+"Dear Grandma, you are not well; you look
+quite pale to-day. Do not go with me; I will
+go alone, and I promise you I will be a brave
+little girl."</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_76">[76]</a></span>
+She kissed her Grandma, and ran out of the
+room.</p>
+
+<p>When she entered the room up stairs, she
+saw two ladies there. She stopped; but the
+dentist said, "Come in, my little girl, do not be
+afraid, I will be as gentle as I can."</p>
+
+<p>The ladies saw that she was alone, so one of
+them went up to her and took her hand. She
+was an old lady, and wore spectacles, and she
+looked very kind and good. So the dear little
+girl let the dentist lift her into the great chair,
+and take off her hat, and the old lady kept hold
+of her hand, and said, "It will be over in a
+minute, my dear child," and then she pressed
+her little hand so kindly, that Emily felt quite
+comforted.</p>
+
+<p>The other lady was a young lady, and she
+too felt sorry that Emily was to suffer. She
+wanted to smooth her hair, and give her a kiss;
+but she thought that the little girl might be
+afraid of so many strangers, so she sat down very
+quietly.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_77">[77]</a></span>
+When the dentist had looked into Emily's
+mouth, he saw that four teeth must come out.
+So he got the instrument, and held her head
+tight with his arm.</p>
+
+<p>Emily turned pale, but she kept quite still,
+and did not cry or scream; and the dentist
+pulled out the four teeth, one after the other,
+without a sound from her lips.</p>
+
+<p>When they were all out, some large tears
+came from her eyes and rolled down her cheeks;
+but she only said, "Thank you," to the lady that
+held her hand; and, putting her handkerchief
+to her mouth, she ran down stairs.</p>
+
+<p>"My darling child," said her Grandma,
+"how well you have behaved; I did not hear
+the least noise."</p>
+
+<p>"No, Grandma," replied Emily, "I tried
+very hard not to scream; I was determined to
+be quite still; and a good old lady like you,
+Grandma, held my hand, which was a great comfort.
+But oh! Grandma, it <em>did</em> hurt me most
+terribly."</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_78">[78]</a></span>
+"My dear child, I know it did," said her
+Grandma; "you are the best little girl in the
+world, and a happiness and a treasure to me."</p>
+
+<p>After Emily had gone, the ladies who had
+witnessed her good conduct, and admired her
+courage, asked her name and where she lived;
+and one of them, the young lady, sent her a
+pretty little gold ring with a blue stone in it,
+and a little note containing these words:&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"For the dear little girl who had the courage
+to bear a great pain nobly."</p>
+
+<p>Emily was very much pleased with this little
+present; it was so unexpected. She could not
+find out who had sent it to her.</p>
+
+<p>I hope all the little boys and girls will read
+this story with attention, and when they go to
+the dentist's they will think of Emily, and try
+to imitate her good conduct.</p>
+
+
+
+<div class="new-h2"></div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_79">[79]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_BOYS_SCHOOL">THE BOYS' SCHOOL.</a></h2>
+
+
+<p>Not very long ago, Mr. Harrison kept a
+boarding-school for little boys in a delightful
+village in Hertfordshire. He took twenty boys
+to educate, and he was so kind, and had such a
+pleasant way of teaching, that the boys were
+happier with him than they would have been at
+home.</p>
+
+<p>When the boys came in the spring, Mr. Harrison
+gave to each of them a little plot of ground
+for a garden; and the little fellows were very
+busy during play-hours, in preparing and arranging
+their gardens. They had permission to go
+to the gardener and get just what seeds they
+wanted; so some of the boys planted melons and
+cucumbers, and some pumpkins and radishes, and
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80">[80]</a></span>
+two of them made an elegant flower-garden.
+They put their ground together, and erected a
+little hill in the centre, with a path all round it,
+and all the borders they planted with roses, and
+cockscombs, and mignonette, and sweet-peas, and
+many other pretty flowers; and when the flowers
+came out, their garden gave quite a brilliant
+appearance to the place.</p>
+
+<p>The boys had also a very large play-ground,
+and in it their kind teacher had had a number of
+gymnastic poles put up, for their healthy exercise
+and amusement. There was one very high pole,
+with four strong ropes fastened to the top of it,
+and an iron ring at the ends of the ropes. The
+boys would take hold of the rings, and run round
+as fast as they could; then lifting their feet off
+the ground, away they would fly in the air, round
+and round, like so many little crazy monkeys.
+There was one little chap that could climb up
+one of the ropes like a cat, and hang upon the
+top of the pole.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81">[81]</a></span>
+Then they had swinging-bars, and jumping-bars,
+with a spring-board to jump from, and
+wooden horses, and a climbing-pole, and several
+other things; but, what was better than all, they
+had a funny little ragged pony, and a short-legged,
+long-eared donkey, for their especial use,
+and many were the fine rides they had on their
+backs.</p>
+
+<p>Sometimes, to be sure, the pony had a fashion
+of dancing a slow jig on his hind-legs, with his
+fore-feet in the air; but the boys were used to
+that, and stuck on until the dance was finished;
+then the pony would trot off very peaceably.</p>
+
+<p>The donkey, too, had a way of putting his
+nose to the ground, and pitching his rider, head
+over heels, on the grass. But the boys were used
+to that too, and did not mind it in the least.
+They would jump up and shake themselves, and
+try again, and by dint of poking and punching
+the sides of the sulky little animal, he would
+after a while make up his mind to go. When
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82">[82]</a></span>
+he had once done <em>that</em>, it was all right. You
+would think he was the most amiable donkey
+in the world. The pony's name was "Napoleon,"
+and the boys called the donkey "Old Pudding-head."</p>
+
+<p>Twice a-week during the summer, Mr. Harrison
+took the boys to bathe in a fine pond, where
+such as could would swim, and the rest would
+tumble about in the water; and altogether he
+was so kind to them that the boys thought there
+never was a better teacher, or such a famous
+boarding-school.</p>
+
+<p>I have not yet told you that they learned anything.
+I suppose you all think that playing was
+the principal thing they went to that school for.
+But if you do, you make a great mistake, for the
+greater part of every day was spent in the school-room.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Harrison made school-time very pleasant.
+He seldom had to punish a boy for bad conduct
+or neglect in getting his lessons. He always
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_83">[83]</a></span>
+encouraged them to ask questions about their
+studies, and told them never to learn anything
+by rote, like a parrot, but to come to him when
+they did not understand a lesson; and he always
+made it so clear that it was a pleasure to learn.
+Sometimes a boy would ask a foolish question,
+which would make the rest laugh; but then
+Mr. Harrison would say it was better to be
+laughed at for trying to learn, than to grow up a
+dunce.</p>
+
+<p>In this way the boys would improve so much,
+both in mind and body, that their parents left
+them with Mr. Harrison as long as he could keep
+them; and both the boys and their parents were
+very sorry when the time came for them to leave,
+for Mr. Harrison would not take any boy after
+he was fourteen years of age.</p>
+
+<p>One afternoon after school, the boys were all
+busy weeding in their gardens, when one of them
+suddenly cried out, "Phil, do you know how
+long it is to the Fifth of November?"</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_84">[84]</a></span>
+"To be sure I do," answered Philip; "it is
+just four weeks and four days."</p>
+
+<p>"So it is, I declare," said Thomas, the first
+boy who had spoken. "Boys, I'll tell you what
+we will do. Let us all write to our parents for
+an immense lot of fireworks; then we will club
+together, and keep all, except the crackers, for a
+grand display of fireworks in the evening."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh yes, yes," cried all the boys, "that is an
+excellent idea."</p>
+
+<p>"I will ask Mr. Harrison," said Phil, "to
+help us fix the wheels and so forth, for all I ever
+fixed myself stuck fast, and would not go round
+at all."</p>
+
+<p>"I mean to write for some Roman candles,"
+said Frank; "they look so beautiful going up.
+They look like planets with wings."</p>
+
+<p>"<em>I</em> will ask for some snakes and grasshoppers,"
+said another; "it is such fun to see
+the boys racing round to get out of the way
+of them."</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85">[85]</a></span>
+"We'll make some wooden pistols to put the
+crackers in," said another boy.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, and I will send for a little brass cannon
+that my uncle, Major Brown, gave me," said
+another.</p>
+
+<p>Just then the bell rang for tea, and the boys,
+putting their little rakes and hoes into their tool-house,
+ran in to wash their faces and hands, and
+brush their hair. Then they took off their
+blouses, which they wore when at work in the
+garden, and hung them up in the play-room.
+They had a nice large play-room for playing in
+when the weather was unpleasant.</p>
+
+<p>It was astonishing what large quantities of
+bread and butter, and apple-sauce, these boys
+consumed for their supper, for working out-of-doors
+in the fresh country air is sure to make
+people hungry, and boys especially are always
+ready for eating. After supper, Mr. Harrison
+read prayers, while all the boys knelt at their
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_86">[86]</a></span>
+chairs around the table. Then they were permitted
+to play out-of-doors again until the sunset.
+Phil and Frank allowed themselves to be harnessed
+to a hand-wagon, and galloped off at full
+speed, with two of the smaller boys in it. The
+rest had a game at leap-frog; and Mr. Harrison
+and his family sat in the porch watching and
+admiring the gorgeous tints lent to the clouds by
+the rays of the setting sun, and sometimes laughing
+heartily at the capers of the boys.</p>
+
+<p>At length the sun sank beneath the horizon,
+and Mr. Harrison said, "Come in, boys." He
+never had to speak more than once, for the boys
+were so well governed that they found it to their
+advantage and happiness to obey directly. So
+they came in as quietly as they could, and went
+into the study, where Mr. Harrison soon joined
+them, and read aloud an interesting book of
+travels for an hour. Then they went up stairs
+to bed.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87">[87]</a></span>
+One evening, not long after this, the boys
+were all together in the sitting-room. Philip was
+reading a book in which was an anecdote about a
+bad boy who had frightened another, by coming
+into his room at night, with his face apparently
+in a blaze, and looking, as the terrified child
+thought, like a flaming dragon. All at once,
+Phil shut the book, and said, "I say, boys, I
+will show you a funny thing, if you will put out
+the light, and it will be useful to you too. But
+first, let me read this story to you, and then we
+will try the game, and none of you little chaps
+will be frightened, because you will know what
+it is."</p>
+
+<p>So saying, he read the story, which interested
+the boys very much indeed, and made them all
+eager for Philip's experiment.</p>
+
+<p>Phil took a box of matches from the mantelpiece,
+and gave some to each of the boys; but
+suddenly he cried, "Wait a moment: I will be
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_88">[88]</a></span>
+back before you can say Jack Robinson," and ran
+out of the room.</p>
+
+<p>He went out to ask Mr. Harrison's permission
+to try this experiment. Mr. Harrison said, "I
+am glad, my dear boy, you have come first to me;
+I believe I can always trust you. You may try
+your plan, and I will go with you and join in your
+amusement."</p>
+
+<p>The boys were glad to see their teacher.
+He often helped them in their plays; and they
+were never afraid to frolic and laugh before him.</p>
+
+<p>So Phil blew out the light, and then told the
+boys to take a match, and wet it on the tip of
+the tongue, and rub it on the sides of their faces,
+and they would soon have a pair of fiery whiskers
+apiece, without its burning them in the
+least.</p>
+
+<p>In a moment all the boys had flaming whiskers,
+and streaks of flame all over their faces.</p>
+
+<p>Peals of laughter resounded from all sides.
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89">[89]</a></span>
+Such a troop of little blazing imps were never
+seen before. Some had noses on fire, some ears;
+some made fiery circles round their eyes, and
+some rubbed their fingers with the matches&mdash;always
+taking care to wet them first&mdash;and ran
+after the rest.</p>
+
+<p>Only one person was frightened; and that
+was because she had not been let into the secret.
+This was a servant girl, who opened the door,
+and seeing a room full of dark figures, with faces
+on fire, dancing, and laughing, and capering
+about, she ran, screaming, up stairs, crying,
+"Murder! Fire! Help!" with all her might,
+which made the boys laugh till they were nearly
+suffocated. But Phil ran after her, and with
+much difficulty persuaded her that they were
+really human beings, and good friends of hers.</p>
+
+<p>After they had danced about for some time,
+Mr. Harrison advised them to go and wash their
+faces, and said that they had better not play this
+game again, as some accident might occur: a
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_90">[90]</a></span>
+match might get lighted and set fire to their
+clothes. He said he had been willing to let them
+try it once, for then they would not be frightened
+if any wicked or thoughtless person should play
+a trick of this kind upon them. So the boys put
+up the matches, and went off to bed full of the
+fun they had had, and saying, that if they saw a
+person with his nose on fire, coming into their
+rooms at night, they would take hold of it, and
+give it a good pinching.</p>
+
+<p>During this time, each of the boys had written
+home for fireworks; and for two or three
+days before the Fifth of November, all kinds of
+boxes, directed to the different boys, had been
+left at Mr. Harrison's house, and safely locked
+up by him, until the right time.</p>
+
+<p>At last the day came. The boys tumbled
+out of bed in the greatest hurry, dressed, and
+went out on the lawn, where they gave nine
+hearty cheers; three for the day, three for Mr.
+Harrison, and three for fun. After that they
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_91">[91]</a></span>
+all ran into the play-room, where they found
+the boxes, which had been put there the night
+before.</p>
+
+<p>Never were boxes opened so quickly. They
+tore off the tops, and for some moments nothing
+was heard on all sides but "Only look here," and
+"Just see <em>here</em>;" "Boys, here is my cannon;"
+"Here are lots of Roman candles," &amp;c.</p>
+
+<p>They had crackers enough between them all
+to keep them busy the whole day, and they soon
+got to work at them, and such a popping and
+cracking began, as frightened all the cats and
+dogs about the house into the woods.</p>
+
+<p>It was fortunate that the house was situated
+on a hill, away from any other; so Mr. Harrison
+let them make as much noise as they pleased,
+without fear of disturbing any neighbours.</p>
+
+<p>Presently the bell rang for prayers, and
+directly after that they had breakfast; but the
+bread and milk and honey were not so much
+in favour as usual, for the boys were so full
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_92">[92]</a></span>
+of the Fifth of November, that they had no time
+to think of honey.</p>
+
+<p>Nearly all the fireworks were piled up on
+a seat against the wall in the play-room.
+The boys were firing their crackers from their
+wooden pistols, at some distance from the
+house.</p>
+
+<p>For some time everything went on well. Mr.
+Harrison had strictly forbidden them to have
+any fire in or near the play-room, and they were
+careful to obey him. But, alas! I must tell you
+what happened through the thoughtlessness of
+one of the boys. He was the youngest and
+smallest of them all. He had fired off the
+crackers he had taken out, and he ran into the
+play-room to get more. He held in his hand
+a piece of punk. All boys know that this is
+what they use to light their fireworks, as it
+burns very slowly, and lasts very long. The
+punk which the little fellow held was burning.
+He had forgotten to lay it down. He went to
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_93">[93]</a></span>
+the seat where the fireworks were, and began
+to pull them about to find his crackers.</p>
+
+<p>As he was leaning over, the punk slipped
+from his fingers, and fell into the midst of the
+combustibles.</p>
+
+<p>The little fellow was so terribly frightened at
+this, that he rushed out of the room, without trying
+to pick it up.</p>
+
+<p>In a moment the fireworks all began to go off
+together. Pop! crack! fizz! bang! whizz! went
+the elegant wheels and the crackers, the grasshoppers,
+the Roman candles and the snakes,
+while the smoke rushed through the house.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Harrison ran out of his room where he
+was reading, and saw, instantly, that the house
+was in great danger of being burned down. The
+boys heard the noise, and came flying back to the
+play-room, to save what they could; but it was
+impossible to enter. The room was black with
+smoke, and they looked on dismayed, as they
+heard the popping and banging of their precious
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_94">[94]</a></span>
+fireworks, while "Who did it?" "Who did it?"
+was asked on all sides.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Harrison instantly shut all the doors leading
+to the play-room, and, quicker than I can tell
+you, he got some pails of water, and threw them
+into the room. After some effort, he succeeded
+in quenching the fire, and ending this display of
+fireworks, which was a very different one from
+what had been intended.</p>
+
+<p>But what a sight presented itself! There
+lay the blackened remnants of the wheels and
+Roman candles, and a large hole was burned in
+the side of the room. The blouses of the boys,
+which hung just above, were burned, some
+one arm, some both; and the room looked like
+desolation.</p>
+
+<p>After the fright, and hurry, and confusion,
+were over, Mr. Harrison called all the boys into
+the study. He looked very much offended,
+indeed; and asked in a stern voice, "Which
+boy went into the play-room with fire?"</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_95">[95]</a></span>
+The poor little fellow who had done the
+mischief was crying bitterly. It was very easy
+to see that he was the guilty one, for the rest
+looked grave, but not confused.</p>
+
+<p>"Come to me, Edwin," said Mr. Harrison,
+"and tell me if you have disobeyed me; don't
+be afraid to speak the truth."</p>
+
+<p>"I did not mean to do it," sobbed the little
+boy. "I forgot to leave my punk outside, and I
+dropped it by accident. I am very, very sorry,
+Mr. Harrison. I am afraid all the boys will hate
+me, because I have spoiled their sport. I hope
+you will forgive me, sir." And here his tears
+and sobs redoubled.</p>
+
+<p>"Edwin," said his kind teacher, "do you not
+know that my house might have been burned
+to the ground by your carelessness?&mdash;and this
+night, which we expected to spend so joyfully,
+we might have been without a roof to cover us?
+I must punish you to make you remember this
+accident, which your thoughtless disobedience
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_96">[96]</a></span>
+has occasioned. You must remain in the study
+until dinner-time. The rest of the boys may go
+out."</p>
+
+<p>When the boys were out on the lawn again,
+they got together in a knot, to talk about the
+accident. Some were very angry with Edwin,
+and said Mr. Harrison ought to have given him
+a tremendous flogging; but others were more
+generous. They were just as sorry for the loss
+of their fireworks; but, when they looked towards
+the house, and saw little Edwin gazing
+mournfully at them from the study window, and
+wiping away the tears that fell from his eyes,
+they were more sorry for him, and wished that
+he could be out among them. Still, they knew
+it was right that he should be punished.</p>
+
+<p>"Come, boys," said Phil, when they had been
+standing there talking some time,&mdash;"come, let us
+go and see if anything is left."</p>
+
+<p>They all ran to the play-room, and some of
+the boys cried out to Edwin,&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97">[97]</a></span>
+"Don't cry, little fellow; we forgive you."</p>
+
+<p>"Why here," shouted Phil&mdash;"here's a lot of
+Roman candles all safe and sound. Hurrah!"</p>
+
+<p>"And here are six wheels in this corner,"
+cried Thomas. "We are not so badly off, after
+all."</p>
+
+<p>The boys at this good news began to rummage
+under the pile of ruins, and managed to
+collect quite a respectable quantity of fireworks.
+There were enough left to make a display with
+in the evening, though not near so splendid as
+they had intended.</p>
+
+<p>"Hurrah!" cried the boys, "we have plenty
+of Fifth of November left."</p>
+
+<p>"I have lots of crackers outside," said Phil;
+"but we won't fire them off now. They will do
+for the small boys to-night. Let us go to the
+stable, and pay our respects to Napoleon, and
+Old Pudding-head. They will think themselves
+quite neglected on this glorious occasion."</p>
+
+<p>So they sallied off to the stable, and saddled
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98">[98]</a></span>
+the pony and the donkey, and led them out to
+the play-ground, where Napoleon treated them
+in turn to a very fine dance on his hind-legs,
+and Old Pudding-head, not to be behindhand in
+politeness, gave all the little boys a somersault
+over his nose. They had a first-rate frolic, and
+did not think once of the lost fireworks.</p>
+
+<p>After dinner&mdash;and a fine dinner they had of
+chickens, and goose-pie, and custard&mdash;Mr. Harrison
+took the boys (little Edwin, too) down into
+the village, where a band of musicians were
+playing and parading through the street. Every
+little while they would stop playing and hurrah!
+The boys always hurrahed when the band did,
+for boys in general are not slow about making a
+noise. So they made all the noise they possibly
+could, and came back to tea, each one so hoarse,
+that Mrs. Harrison asked them if they had frogs
+in their throats.</p>
+
+<p>At last the evening came, and a still and
+beautiful evening it was. The stars peeped out,
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_99">[99]</a></span>
+one by one, and the moon stayed in&mdash;that is, she
+did not make her appearance until very late.
+They could not have had a finer night for the
+grand display.</p>
+
+<p>The family were all assembled on the lawn,
+and Mr. Harrison fixed the wheels so nicely, that
+they whizzed round in the most astonishing
+manner. The Roman candles went up beautifully,
+and the grasshoppers and snakes sent the
+little fellows laughing and scampering in all
+directions.</p>
+
+<p>The hurrahing was tremendous, and the
+shouts of laughter were tremendous too.</p>
+
+<p>Altogether they had a very nice time, and
+went off to bed tired, it is true, but highly
+pleased with their day's enjoyment&mdash;all except
+little Edwin. He sighed many times, and could
+hardly get to sleep; but his carelessness was a
+good lesson to him, for it afterwards made him
+the most careful boy in the school.</p>
+
+<p>After the Fifth of November, the boys settled
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_100">[100]</a></span>
+down into their usual employments. Their gardens
+were carefully tended, and many a fine
+bouquet of flowers was presented with pride and
+pleasure to Mrs. Harrison. They ate pumpkin-pie,
+made with their own pumpkins, and thought
+them the most delicious pumpkins that ever
+grew; and their melons were the sweetest melons
+they ever tasted in all their lives.</p>
+
+<p>They were very attentive in school also; and
+at the end of the term, when the boys were preparing
+to go home for the holidays, they all said
+it was the pleasantest time they had ever spent
+together. They parted with their kind teacher
+with many thanks for his kindness, and hopes
+that after the holidays all would meet together
+again, and be as happy as before.</p>
+
+
+
+<div class="new-h2"></div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_101">[101]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_CHRISTMAS_PARTY">THE CHRISTMAS PARTY.</a></h2>
+
+
+<p>Mr. and Mrs. Percy had seven grandchildren,
+all very pretty and very good. These children
+did not all have the same father and mother&mdash;that
+is, Mr. and Mrs. Percy's eldest son had
+three children, whose names were Mary, and
+Carry, and Thomas; and one of their daughters
+was married, and had three children&mdash;their
+names were Willy, and Bella, and Fanny; and
+their youngest son was married and had one
+child. Her name was Sarah. She was the
+youngest of the children, and they all loved her
+very much, and her Grandma made a great pet
+of her.</p>
+
+<p>The children and their parents had been
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_102">[102]</a></span>
+invited to eat a Christmas dinner with their
+Grandma, and they had been promised a little
+dance in the evening. Even little Sarah was to
+go, and stay to the ball, as she called it. They
+were glad, for they liked to go to their dear
+Grandma's very much.</p>
+
+<p>At last Christmas came. It was a bright,
+frosty day; the icicles that hung from the iron
+railing, sparkled as the sun shone upon them,
+and the little boys in the streets made sliding
+ponds of the gutters, and did not mind a bit when
+they came down on their backs, but jumped up
+and tried it again; and a great many people
+were hurrying along with large turkeys to cook
+for their Christmas dinner, and everybody looked
+very happy indeed.</p>
+
+<p>After these children, about whom I am telling
+you, came back from church, they were dressed
+very nicely, and although they lived in three different
+houses, they all got to their Grandma's
+very nearly at the same time. The first thing
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_103">[103]</a></span>
+they did was to run up to their Grandma, and wish
+her a merry Christmas, and kiss her, and say
+that they hoped she felt quite well. Then they
+did the same to their Grandpa and Aunties, for
+they had two dear, kind aunts, who lived with
+their Grandparents. Then they all hugged and
+kissed each other, and jumped about so much,
+that some kissed noses and some kissed chins,
+and little Sarah was almost crazy with delight,
+for she had never been to so large a party
+before.</p>
+
+<p>"Grandma," said Willy, "I hung up my
+stocking last night, and what do you think I got
+in it?"</p>
+
+<p>His Grandma guessed that he got a birch-rod.</p>
+
+<p>"No," said Willy, laughing, "I got a doughnut
+in the shape of a monkey with a long tail;
+I ate the monkey for my breakfast, and it was
+very good indeed."</p>
+
+<p>The children all laughed at this, and Bella,
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_104">[104]</a></span>
+Willy's sister, who was the oldest of all the children,
+said she thought Willy had a monkey-<em>look</em>
+about him. So he went by the name of the
+monkey-eater for the rest of the day.</p>
+
+<p>Soon the bell rang for dinner, and they all
+went down stairs; for the children and grown
+people were to dine together. It was now quite
+dark, and the chandelier that hung over the
+table was lighted, the curtains were drawn close,
+the fire burnt brightly, and the table-cloth was
+so white and fine that it looked like satin.</p>
+
+<p>The happy party sat down at a large round
+table, and the children's eyes looked so bright
+and their cheeks so rosy, that it was the pleasantest
+sight in the world to see. Little Sarah
+could not help having a great many little laughs
+all to herself. She could not keep them in. She
+was only four years old, so you may suppose she
+could not look very grave and stiff on such a
+delightful occasion.</p>
+
+<p>When Willy saw his little cousin Sarah trying
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_105">[105]</a></span>
+to hide her sparkling eyes, and her funny little
+laugh behind her mother's arm, he felt just as if
+somebody was tickling him. So he pinched his
+lips together very tight indeed, and casting his
+eyes up to the ceiling, tried to look as grave
+as a judge. But it would not do; he burst out
+into such a fit of laughing, that everybody else
+laughed too, and it was a long time before they
+could get their faces straight enough to eat their
+dinner.</p>
+
+<p>Would you like to know what they had for
+dinner? Well, I will tell you. After their
+Grandpa had asked a blessing, they had some
+very nice soup. The children did not care for
+soup. Then they had a fish stuffed with all sorts
+of things, and stewed, and the grown people said
+the fish was very nice; but the little ones did not
+care for that either. They then had some roast
+beef and a boiled turkey with oysters. The children
+all took turkey; Willy asked for a drum-stick,
+and his cousin Mary said he wanted it to
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_106">[106]</a></span>
+beat the monkey he ate in the morning. Bella
+chose a merry-thought; little Sarah liked a hug-me-fast;
+Carry took a wishing-bone; Thomas
+said he would have the other drum-stick to help
+beat the monkey, and Fanny thanked her Grandma
+for a wing, so that she could fly away when
+the beating of the monkey took place.</p>
+
+<p>But this was not half the good things, for
+they afterwards had some delicious game, such as
+partridges, and woodcocks, and some fried oysters.
+All this pleased the grown people most. The
+children saved their appetites for the dessert.
+Well, after this, the cloth was taken off, and
+under that was another table-cloth just as white
+and fine as the first.</p>
+
+<p>Then came something that was quite astonishing.
+What do you think it was? It was a great
+plum-pudding all on fire! it blazed away terribly,
+and Willy thought they had better send for the
+fire-engines to put it out; but it was blown out
+very easily, and the children each had a very
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_107">[107]</a></span>
+small piece, because it was too rich to eat much
+of, and their parents did not wish to make them
+ill.</p>
+
+<p>After that there came ice-creams, and jellies,
+and sweetmeats, that were perfectly delicious;
+and then the other white cloth was taken off, and
+under that was a beautiful red one. Then the
+servants put on the table what the children liked
+best of all, and that was a dish of fine motto-kisses,
+and oranges, and grapes, and other nice
+fine fruits.</p>
+
+<p>The children sent the mottoes to each other,
+and had a great deal of sport. Some one sent
+Willy this:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"O William, William, 'tis quite plain to see<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">That all your life you will a monkey be."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>He thought his cousin Mary had sent it, because
+he saw that she was trying very hard to look
+grave, so he sent this to her:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_108">[108]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">"Dear Mary, you are too severe&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">You are too bad, I do declare;<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Your motto has upset me quite,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">I shan't get over it to-night."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>Mary laughed when she read it, and said she had
+been just as cruel to Thomas, for she had sent
+him this:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"The rose is red, the violet blue,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">The grass is green and so are you."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>They had a good laugh at Thomas, but as he
+laughed as hard as any one, it did no harm.
+Little Sarah had a great many mottoes. Her
+Mamma read them to her, and it pleased her
+very much. She said it was a very nice play, but
+she was tired with sitting such a long time at
+table, so her Mother let her slip down from her
+chair.</p>
+
+<p>Very soon all the rest got up, and went up
+stairs into the drawing-room. But what was that
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109">[109]</a></span>
+in the middle of the room? It seemed to be a large
+table covered all over with a red cloth. What
+could it be? Willy said, "Grandma, that table
+looks as if something was on it;" and little
+Sarah said, "Grandma, I guess Old Father
+Christmas has been here."</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 510px;">
+<img src="images/img03.png" width="510" height="600" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>"Yes, dear children," said their Grandma,
+"Father Christmas has been here, and this time
+he looked very much like your Grandpa. He will
+be up soon, and then we will see what is on the
+table."</p>
+
+<p>Oh how the children did wish to peep! They
+could not look at anything else; they danced
+and jumped round the table, and were in a great
+hurry for their Grandpa. In a few minutes he
+came into the room, and all the children ran up
+to him and said, "Dear Grandpa, do let us see
+what you have got on the table."</p>
+
+<p>He smiled, and went to the table and took
+the cloth off. The children were so astonished
+that they could not say a single word; the table
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_110">[110]</a></span>
+was covered with beautiful things, and under it
+was something that looked like a little red-brick
+house.</p>
+
+<p>"Well," said their kind Grandpa, "my dear
+children, you did not think you were going to be
+treated with such a fine show as this; you may
+go up to the table, and see if you can find out
+who they are for." The children gathered round
+the table, and Willy took from the top a fine brig
+with all her sails set, and colours flying. His
+eyes sparkled when he saw written on a slip of
+paper which lay on the deck, these words;
+"For my dear Willy." The children clapped
+their hands, and nothing was heard, but "How
+beautiful!" "What a fine ship!" "It is a
+brig of war," said Willy: "only look at the
+little brass guns on her deck! Thank you, thank
+you, dear Grandpa. What is the name of my
+ship?"</p>
+
+<p>"Her name is painted on her stern," said his
+Grandpa. Willy looked, and saw that she was
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_111">[111]</a></span>
+called the "Louisa." He blushed, and looked
+very funny, and the other children laughed, for
+Willy knew a very pretty little girl whose name
+was Louisa, and he liked her very much; and
+that was what made them laugh when they heard
+the name.</p>
+
+<p>After they had all admired the brig, they
+went back to the table, and there were two beautiful
+books, full of engravings or pictures, one for
+Bella and one for Mary; and next to these was a
+large wax doll for Carry, and another for Fanny.
+Carry's doll was dressed in blue satin, with a
+white satin hat and a lace veil, and Fanny's doll
+was dressed in pink satin with a black velvet hat
+and feathers&mdash;their eyes opened and shut, and
+they had beautiful faces.</p>
+
+<p>How delighted the little girls were! They
+hugged their dolls to their little breasts, and
+then ran to hug and kiss their Grandpa.
+Carry said, "My dolly's name shall be Rose;"
+and Fanny said, "My dolly's name shall be
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_112">[112]</a></span>
+Christmas, because I got her on Christmas-day."</p>
+
+<p>Well I must hurry and tell you the rest, for I
+am afraid my story is getting too long. Thomas
+found for him a splendid menagerie, and all the
+animals made noises like real animals. There
+were roaring lions, and yelling tigers, and laughing
+hyenas, and braying asses, and chattering
+monkeys, and growling bears, and many other
+wild beasts. Oh, how pleased Thomas was, and
+all the children!</p>
+
+<p>Little Sarah did nothing but jump up and
+down, and say, "So many things! So many
+things! I never saw so many things!"</p>
+
+<p>But who was to have the little house under
+the table, I wonder? There was a little piece
+of paper sticking out of the chimney, and Sarah
+pulled it out and carried it to her Grandpa. He
+took her up in his arms, and read it to her.
+What was written on it was, "A baby-house for
+my little darling Sarah."</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_113">[113]</a></span>
+"Why, I guess this must be for you," said
+Grandpapa.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, it is for me," said the little girl; "my
+name is Sarah, and it must be for me."</p>
+
+<p>Her Grandpa put her down, and led her to
+the table. He drew the little house out, and
+opened it. The whole front of the house opened,
+and there, inside, were two rooms; one was a
+parlour, and one a bedroom. The children all
+cried out, "What a fine baby-house! Look at
+the centre-table, and the red velvet chairs; and
+only see the elegant curtains! Oh dear! how
+beautiful it is!"</p>
+
+<p>Little Sarah did not say a word. She stood
+before the baby-house with her hands stretched
+out, and jumped up and down, her eyes shining
+like diamonds. She was too much pleased to
+speak. She looked so funny jumping up and
+down all the time, that she made Willy laugh
+again, and then everybody laughed.</p>
+
+<p>At last she said, "There is a young lady sitting
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_114">[114]</a></span>
+in the chair with a red sash on. I think she
+wants to come out."</p>
+
+<p>"Well, you may take her out," said her
+Grandpa. So Sarah took the young lady out, and
+then took up the chairs and sofa, one by one, and
+smoothed the velvet, and looked at the little
+clock on the mantelpiece, and opened the little
+drawers of the bureau; and then putting them
+down, she began to jump again.</p>
+
+<p>There was never such a happy party before.
+The children hardly wished to dance, they were
+so busy looking at their presents. But after a
+little while they had a very nice dance. One of
+their aunts played for them; she played so well,
+and kept such nice time, that it was quite a
+pleasure to hear her.</p>
+
+<p>It was now quite late, and little Sarah had
+fallen fast asleep on the sofa, with the young lady
+out of the baby-house clasped tight to her little
+bosom. So they wrapped her up, doll and all, in
+a great shawl, and the rest put on their nice
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_115">[115]</a></span>
+warm coats and cloaks; and after a great deal of
+hugging and kissing, they got into the carriages
+with their parents, and went home happy and
+delighted.</p>
+
+<p>Thus ended this joyful Christmas-day.</p>
+
+
+<p class="center" style="margin-top: 120px; margin-bottom: 80px; line-height: 1.5em;">LONDON:<br/>
+Printed by <span class="smcap">G. Barclay</span>, Castle St. Leicester Sq.</p>
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+<pre>
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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Apple Dumpling and Other Stories for
+Young Boys and Girls, by Unknown
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever.  You may copy it, give it away or
+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
+with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org
+
+
+Title: The Apple Dumpling and Other Stories for Young Boys and Girls
+
+Author: Unknown
+
+Release Date: September 23, 2007 [EBook #22740]
+
+Language: English
+
+Character set encoding: ASCII
+
+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE APPLE DUMPLING ***
+
+
+
+
+Produced by David Edwards, Jana Srna and the Online
+Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This
+file was produced from images generously made available
+by The University of Florida, The Internet
+Archive/Children's Library)
+
+
+
+
+
+
+                      [Illustration]
+
+
+                           THE
+
+                     APPLE DUMPLING,
+
+                           AND
+
+                      OTHER STORIES
+
+                           FOR
+
+                  YOUNG BOYS AND GIRLS.
+
+
+
+
+                         LONDON:
+             ADDEY & CO., 21 OLD BOND STREET.
+
+                        MDCCCLII.
+
+
+
+
+                         LONDON:
+
+ Printed by G. BARCLAY, Castle St. Leicester Sq.
+
+
+
+
+TO LITTLE GIRLS AND BOYS.
+
+
+Once on a time there lived a little bit of a lady, who had a great many
+nephews and nieces. She was very little indeed, so all the children
+loved her, and said she was the best little Auntie in the world, and
+exactly the right size to play with them and tell them stories.
+Sometimes she told them stories about great and good men; sometimes
+funny stories about Frizzlefits and Rumplestiltskin, and sometimes she
+would make them nearly die with laughing at stories about the Dutchman,
+Hansansvanansvananderdansvaniedeneidendiesandesan.
+
+At last, one day, one of her nieces said to her, "Dear Auntie, do write
+some stories, and put them in a book for us to read, and keep, as long
+as we live."
+
+The little Aunt thought this was a very good plan, and _here_ are the
+stories, dear little children, for all of you. If you like them, just
+let me know, and you shall have some more next year from
+
+                                             AUNT FANNY.
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS.
+
+
+                                               PAGE
+
+TO LITTLE GIRLS AND BOYS                        iii
+
+THE APPLE DUMPLING                                1
+
+THE BROTHERS                                      8
+
+ANNIE BROWNE                                     22
+
+THE THREE BEARS                                  29
+
+ABOUT MINDING QUICKLY                            38
+
+THE TWINS                                        47
+
+THE LITTLE BOY THAT WAS AFRAID OF THE WATER      56
+
+THE MAY QUEEN                                    62
+
+THE TOOTHACHE                                    73
+
+THE BOYS' SCHOOL                                 79
+
+THE CHRISTMAS PARTY                             101
+
+
+
+
+THE APPLE DUMPLING.
+
+
+Many years ago, there was a little old woman who lived a long way off in
+the woods. She lived all by herself, in a little cottage with only two
+rooms in it, and she made her living by knitting blue woollen stockings,
+and selling them.
+
+One morning the old woman brushed up the hearth all clean, and put
+everything in order; then she went to the pantry and took out a great
+black pot, and filled it full of water, and hung it over the fire, and
+then she sat down in her arm-chair by the fire. She took her spectacles
+out of her pocket and put them on her nose, and began to knit a great
+blue woollen stocking.
+
+Very soon she said to herself, "I wonder what I shall have for dinner?
+I think I will make an apple dumpling." So she put her knitting down,
+and took her spectacles off her nose, and put them in her pocket, and,
+getting out of her arm-chair, she went to the cupboard and got three
+nice rosy-cheeked apples. Then she went to the knife-box and got a
+knife; and then she took a yellow dish from the dresser, and sat down in
+her arm-chair, and began to pare the apples.
+
+After she had pared the apples, she cut each one into four quarters.
+Then she got up again, and set the dish of apples on the table, and went
+to the cupboard, and got some flour and a lump of butter. Then she took
+a pitcher, and went out-of-doors to a little spring of water close by,
+and filled the pitcher with clear, cold water. So she mixed up the flour
+and butter, and made them into a nice paste with the water; and then she
+went behind the door, and took down a rolling-pin that was hung up by a
+string, and rolled out the paste, and put the apples inside, and covered
+the apples all up with the paste. "That looks nice," said the old woman.
+So she tied up the dumpling in a nice clean cloth, and put it into the
+great black pot that was over the fire.
+
+After she had brushed up the hearth again, and put all the things she
+had used away, she sat down in her arm-chair by the fire, and took her
+spectacles out of her pocket and put them on her nose, and began to knit
+the big blue woollen stocking.
+
+She knit eight times round the stocking, and then she said to herself,
+"I wonder if the dumpling is done?" So she laid down her knitting, and
+took a steel fork from the mantelpiece, and lifted the lid of the pot
+and looked in.
+
+As she was looking in, her spectacles tumbled off her nose, and fell
+into the pot.
+
+"Oh, dear! oh, dear!--that's bad! that's bad!" said the old woman.
+
+She got the bright tongs, and fished up her spectacles, and wiped them
+with the corner of her apron, and put them on her nose again, and then
+she stuck the fork into the apple dumpling.
+
+The apples were hard. "No, no, no," she said; "it is not done yet."
+
+So she put on the lid of the pot, and laid the fork on the mantelpiece,
+and sat down in her arm-chair, and began to knit again on the big blue
+woollen stocking.
+
+She knit six times round the stocking, and then she said to herself, "I
+wonder if the dumpling is done?"
+
+So she put her knitting down, and took the fork from the mantelpiece,
+and lifted the lid of the pot and looked in.
+
+As she was looking in, her spectacles tumbled off her nose, and fell
+into the pot.
+
+"Oh, dear! oh, dear!--that's bad! that's bad!" said the old woman.
+
+She got the bright tongs and fished up her spectacles, and wiped them
+with the corner of her apron, and put them on her nose again, and took
+the fork and stuck it into the dumpling. The apples were just beginning
+to get soft.
+
+"No, no, no; it is not quite done yet," said the old woman.
+
+So she put on the lid of the pot, and laid the fork on the mantelpiece,
+and sat down in her arm-chair, and began to knit again on the big blue
+woollen stocking.
+
+She knit twice round the stocking, and then she said to herself, "I
+wonder if the dumpling is done?"
+
+So she laid down her knitting, and took the fork from the mantelpiece,
+and lifted the lid of the pot, and looked in.
+
+As she was looking in, her spectacles tumbled off her nose, and fell
+into the pot.
+
+"Oh, dear! oh, dear!--that's bad! that's bad!" said the old woman.
+
+She got the bright tongs and fished up her spectacles, and wiped them
+with the corner of her apron, and put them on her nose again, and took
+the fork and stuck it into the dumpling.
+
+The apples were quite soft. "Yes, yes, yes; the dumpling is done," said
+the old woman.
+
+So she took the dumpling out of the pot, and untied the cloth, and
+turned it into a yellow dish, and set it upon the table.
+
+Then she went to the cupboard and got a plate, and then to the knife-box
+and got a knife; then she took the fork from the mantelpiece, and drew
+her arm-chair close up to the table, and sat down in it, and cut off a
+piece of the dumpling, and put it on her plate.
+
+It was very hot, and it smoked a great deal; so the old woman began to
+blow it. She blew very hard. As she was blowing, her spectacles tumbled
+off her nose, and fell into the dumpling.
+
+"Oh, dear! oh, dear!--that's bad! that's bad!" said the old woman.
+
+She took her spectacles out of her plate, and wiped them with the
+corner of her apron, and said to herself, "I must get a new nose. My
+nose is so little, that my spectacles will not stick on my nose."
+
+So she put her spectacles into her pocket, and began to eat the
+dumpling.
+
+It was quite cool now. So the old woman ate it all up, and said it was
+very good indeed.
+
+
+
+
+THE BROTHERS.
+
+
+One day Henry came bounding home from school, his face beaming with joy.
+He was head of his class, and he held fast in his hand a fine silver
+medal, which had been awarded to him for good behaviour.
+
+"Oh!" said he to himself, as he ran along, "how happy this will make my
+dear Mother. I know she will kiss me; perhaps she will kiss me five or
+six times, and call me her dear, dear boy. Oh! how I love my Mother!"
+
+He ran up the steps of the house where he lived as he said this, and
+pulled the bell very hard, for he was in a great hurry. His Father
+opened the door. "Hush! Henry," said he, "come in very softly, your
+Mother is very ill."
+
+"My Mother! Dear Father, what is the matter with her? May I go in to her
+if I will step very softly?"
+
+"No," said his Father, "you must not see her now; you must be very still
+indeed. I see, my dear boy, that you have been rewarded for good conduct
+in school; I am glad that I have so good a son. And now, Henry, I know
+you love your Mother so much, that you will promise me to be very still,
+and wait patiently until she is able to see you." As he said this, he
+drew Henry close to him, and smoothed down his long curling hair, and
+kissed his cheek.
+
+Henry threw his arms around his Father's neck, and promised him; and
+then, putting away his medal, he went softly, on tiptoe, up to his
+play-room, and shutting the door, began to work at a ship that he was
+rigging. He did not get on very fast, for he could not help thinking of
+his dear Mother, and wishing he could see her. She had hemmed all the
+sails of the ship for him, and he was going to name it the "Eliza,"
+after her.
+
+The next morning Susan, the old nurse, knocked very early at the door of
+the room where Henry slept. "Master Henry," said she, "what do you think
+happened last night?"
+
+"What did?" said Henry, sitting up in the bed; "is my Mother better?"
+
+"Yes, she is better," replied Susan, "but do guess what has come.
+Something that you have wished for very often. Something you can play
+with, and take care of, and love more than you love your dog Hector."
+
+"Is it alive?" said Henry.
+
+"Yes," replied Susan, "it is alive, and in your Mother's room."
+
+"Can it be a brother--a real live brother?" cried Henry, jumping out of
+bed, and running up to Susan.
+
+"Yes, it is a brother--a real live brother!" said Susan, laughing.
+
+"I've got a brother! I've got a brother--a real brother!" shouted Henry,
+running up and down the room, clapping his hands, jumping over the
+chairs, and making a terrible noise, for in his joy he hardly knew what
+he was about.
+
+"Oh, hush, Master Henry!" said Susan. "What a crazy little fellow! your
+Mother is still very ill. Now dress yourself quickly and quietly, and
+you shall see your little brother."
+
+Henry trembled with joy, and in his haste he put his feet into the arms
+of his jacket, and his arms into the legs of his trousers; but after a
+while he managed to get them on right, and though he washed his face and
+hands in a minute, and brushed his hair with the back of the brush, yet
+he did not look so bad as you might suppose.
+
+He went very softly into his Mother's room. It was darkened, and he
+could not see very well. He went up to the side of the bed. His Mother
+smiled, and said, "Come here, my son." Her face was pale, but it had a
+very happy look, for in her arms, sweetly sleeping, was the little
+brother that Henry had longed for. He had a sister, who was nearly his
+own age, but he had always wished for a brother, and the brother had
+come at last.
+
+"Dear Mother, may I help you take care of my little brother?" said
+Henry; "you know I am strong enough to hold him. I would not let him
+fall for the world."
+
+"Yes, dear boy," replied his Mother; "when he is a little older, I
+shall have a great deal of comfort in trusting this dear little brother
+with you. It is more necessary now than ever, my son, that you should
+try always to be good, and to set a good example before your brother. He
+will be sure to do just as you do. If you are a good boy, you will be a
+good man; and how happy you will be, when you are grown up, to think
+that your good example will have made your brother a good boy, and a
+good man too. Now kiss me, and go and get your breakfast."
+
+Henry kissed his Mother, and told her of his good conduct in school, at
+which she was very glad, and then stooping down, he kissed the soft
+cheek of the little sleeping baby, and went gently out of the room.
+
+In a few weeks his Mother got quite well, and Charles (that was the
+baby's name) began to laugh and play with his brother. Henry was never
+so happy as when he was with little Charley. He always put him to sleep
+at night. The dear little fellow would clasp his little hand tight round
+one of Henry's fingers, and fall to sleep in his bed, while his brother
+sang to him.
+
+One day when Charles was about four years old, he said, "Dear brother,
+will you ride me on your back?" Henry was very busy just then; he was
+making a bow and arrow. He looked down, and saw a sweet little face, and
+two bright blue eyes, looking at him, and saying as plainly as eyes
+could say, "Do, dear brother." So he said, "Yes, Charley, I will, if you
+will help me to put away my things." Charles ran about, and helped Henry
+put his play-room in nice order, and then climbing on his back, and
+holding fast to a ribbon for a bridle, which Henry held between his
+teeth, he gave him a little tap on the shoulder, and crying, "Get up,
+old fellow," away they went around the room, Henry galloping so hard,
+that Charles bounced about almost as much as if he was on a real pony.
+
+"Let us go in the parlours, they are a great deal larger," said Charles;
+"do, dear brother."
+
+"I am afraid it would not be right," replied Henry; "we may break
+something. Mother has said that we had better never play there."
+
+"But we will be so careful," said the little boy; "we can play circus so
+nice. I _want_ to go in the parlour."
+
+Henry's Father and Mother had gone out riding, so he could not ask
+leave to play in the parlours. He was almost sure it was wrong to go
+there, but he wanted to gratify his brother; so, promising himself to be
+very careful, he trotted down stairs into the parlour, with Charles on
+his back. At first he went slowly round the two rooms, but Charles began
+to whip his horse and cry, "Get up, old boy, you are getting lazy. You
+shall be a race-horse. Now go faster, faster; go round the room like
+lightning."
+
+So round he went, fast and faster, shaking his head, and taking great
+jumps, and kicking his legs up behind, with Charley holding on, laughing
+and screaming with delight, till, alas! sad to tell, his elbow brushed
+against a beautiful and costly vase, which stood upon a little table,
+knocked it off, and broke it into a hundred pieces.
+
+Henry stopped short, and let Charles slide down from his back. He
+looked at the broken vase, and then at his brother, and Charles looked
+at Henry, and then at the pieces on the floor.
+
+"It is all broken," said he. "It can't be mended at all; can it,
+brother?"
+
+"No, it is past mending," said Henry; "and the first thing we must do
+will be to tell Mother."
+
+"Oh, no!" said the little boy; "I am afraid to tell her."
+
+"We must never be afraid to tell the truth, dear Charley. I will set you
+a good example. You shall never learn to tell a lie from me." Henry had
+always remembered what his Mother had said to him, the very first time
+he ever saw his little brother; and very often, when he was tempted to
+be naughty, or get in a passion, the words, "Your brother will do just
+as you do," would seem to come from his heart, and he would conquer his
+passion.
+
+In a few moments the boys heard the wheels of the carriage. Henry went
+to the hall door, and opened it. He held Charles by the hand. He had to
+hold him very tight, for Charles tried to get away. His face was pale.
+He waited until his Mother got out of the carriage and came up the
+steps, and, taking hold of her hand and looking up in her face, he said,
+in a firm voice, "Mother, I have broken your vase."
+
+"And I, too," said the little boy; "and it is broken all to pieces."
+
+Henry was glad to hear his little brother say this; and oh! how happy it
+made him feel, to think that the child had learned to speak the truth
+from him.
+
+Their Mother kissed them both and said, "My darling boys, I am rejoiced
+that you are not afraid to speak the truth. I would rather lose twenty
+vases than have you tell a lie. But you knew it was wrong to play in the
+parlours; did you not?"
+
+"Yes, dear Mother, it was wrong, and I knew it was," replied Henry. "I
+will submit to any punishment you think right. I ought to have
+remembered that you advised us not to go there."
+
+"If you think you ought to be punished," said his Mother, "Charley shall
+go to bed to-night without your singing to him. This will make you both
+remember. Is that right?"
+
+"Yes, dear Mother," said Henry; but he looked very sorry; and little
+Charles made up a long face, for he loved his brother so much, that he
+could not bear to think that he must go to sleep without holding his
+finger and hearing him sing.
+
+When bed-time came, Charley wanted to beg his Mother to think of some
+other punishment for him. He wanted his dear brother so much. He looked
+at Henry, but Henry said, "Good-night, little fellow; we deserve this.
+Come! one night will soon be over. Now, let us see how well you can
+behave;" and he gave him a smile, and a kiss so full of love, that the
+little fellow put his lips tight together, and marched off to bed
+without a tear. It was hard to do it, but he had this kind brother to
+set him a good example, and he was determined to be as good a boy as
+Henry.
+
+Not many weeks after this, poor little Charles was taken sick. He was
+very sick indeed, and every day he grew worse. The doctor did all he
+could for him, and Henry stayed with him night and day, and would hardly
+take any rest. He gave him all his medicine, and sang to him very often
+when he was in pain. But Charles did not get any better, and at last the
+doctor said that he could not make him well--the little boy must die.
+
+When Henry heard this, the tears burst from his eyes, and he sobbed out,
+"Oh, my brother! oh, my brother! I cannot part with you, my little
+precious brother."
+
+The poor little fellow had become so weak and thin that he could
+scarcely lift his hands from the bed where he lay.
+
+The last night came. He knew that he would not live many hours, for his
+dear Mother had said so; and now she told him, that as he had always
+tried to be a good boy, he would go to Heaven, and Jesus would take him
+into His bosom, and love him, and keep him, until they came to him.
+
+His little pale face grew bright. "Dear Mother," said he, "will Jesus
+let my brother come to me? I want my brother in Heaven. Come here close
+to me," said he to Henry. His brother leaned his face down close to the
+little boy's face, and helped him clasp his arms around his neck, and
+then he whispered, in a soft, weak voice, "Do not cry, dear brother--do
+not cry any more. I will pray to Jesus to let you come very soon and
+sing me to sleep in Heaven."
+
+These were the last words he spoke, for his breath grew shorter and
+shorter, and soon after his little hand dropped away from his brother's,
+and he was dead.
+
+And his Father had him buried in Highgate Cemetery.
+
+It was in the summer time that he died, and his brother Henry planted a
+white rose-bush at the foot of the little grave, and a red rose-bush at
+the head, and often in the pleasant summer afternoons he would go alone
+to Highgate, and sit upon little Charley's grave, and think how he might
+at that moment be praying for him in Heaven.
+
+Henry is now a man. He was always a good boy. He is now a good man; and
+although many years have passed since he lost his little brother, he
+goes every summer to Highgate to visit his grave; and the tears always
+come into his eyes when he speaks of him, and tells that little
+Charley's last words were, that he would pray to Jesus to let his
+darling brother come soon, and sing him to sleep in Heaven.
+
+
+
+
+ANNIE BROWNE.
+
+
+Little Annie Browne was an only child, that is, she had no little
+brothers or sisters; so you may be sure her parents loved this little
+girl very much indeed, and were always endeavouring to make her happy.
+Now I wonder if the dear little boy or girl, who is reading this, can
+guess the means that Annie's Father and Mother took to make her happy.
+
+Did they give her plenty of candy? No. Did they buy new play-things for
+her every day? No. Did they take her very often to the Museum or the
+Zoological Gardens? No; this was not the way. I will tell you what they
+did; and I will tell you what Annie did for one whole day when she was
+about five years old, and that will give you a very good idea of the way
+they took to make her _good_, for then she was _sure_ to be _happy_.
+
+Well, one day Annie woke up very early in the morning, and, sitting up
+in her little bed, which was close by the side of her Mamma's, she first
+rubbed her eyes, and then she looked all round the room, and saw a
+narrow streak of bright light on the wall. It was made by the sun
+shining through a crack in the shutter. She began to sing softly this
+little song, that she had learned in school,--
+
+    "What is it shines so very bright,
+     That quick dispels the dusky night?--
+       It is the sun--the sun;
+     Shedding around its cheerful light,
+       It is the sun--the sun."
+
+Presently she looked round again, and saw her Mamma sleeping. She said,
+in her soft little voice, "Mamma, Mamma! good morning, dear Mamma!"
+
+But her Mamma did not wake up. Then she crept over her to where her Papa
+was sleeping, and said,--
+
+"Papa, Papa! good morning, dear Papa!"
+
+But her Papa was too fast asleep to hear her. So she gave her Papa a
+little kiss on the end of his nose, and laid gently down between them.
+
+In a few minutes, her Papa woke up, and said,--
+
+"Why! what little monkey is this in the bed?" which made Annie laugh
+very much. She then jumped out of bed, and put on her stockings and
+shoes herself, as all little boys and girls of five years old ought, and
+washed her face and hands, and put on her clothes; and her Mamma, who
+was now awake, fastened them, and brushed her hair nicely. After that,
+she said some little prayers that her Mamma had taught her, and then ran
+down stairs, singing as gaily as a lark, and dancing as lightly as a
+fairy.
+
+After breakfast, her Mamma got her school basket (it was a cunning
+little basket), and put in it a nice slice of bread and butter, and a
+peach, and gave her a little bouquet of flowers to present to her
+teacher, whom little Annie loved dearly; and then her Mamma said, "Good
+bye, my darling!" and Annie made her such a funny little curtsey, that
+she nearly tumbled over, and off she went to school with her Papa, who
+always saw her safe to the door.
+
+Annie staid in school from nine o'clock until two. When she came home,
+her Mother kissed her, and said--
+
+"Have you been a good little girl in school to-day?"
+
+"I think I have," said Annie; "Miss Harriet said that I was very
+diligent. What is diligent, Mamma?"
+
+"To be diligent, my dear," answered her Mamma, "means to study your
+lesson all the time, without thinking of play, or anything else, until
+you know it perfectly."
+
+Annie said she was glad it meant such good things, and added, "Mamma,
+will you play I am a lady coming to see you, if you are not too busy?"
+
+Her Mamma said she would. So Annie got her two dolls. One was a very
+pretty wax doll, with eyes that could open and shut. Her name was Emily;
+and the other was not wax, but was larger. Her name was Augusta. Annie
+put on their hats and shawls, and dressed herself in an old hat, with a
+green veil, and came near her Mamma, and made believe ring a bell, and
+said, "Ting a ling, ting a ling."
+
+"Come in," said her Mamma.
+
+Little Annie shook hands with her Mamma, and said, "How do you do, Mrs.
+Browne?"
+
+"Thank you, I am very well," said her Mamma. "Take a seat, my dear Mrs.
+Frisby," that was Annie's name. "How are your children, Mrs. Frisby?"
+
+"Oh! they are very sick," answered Annie; "one has the toothache, and
+the other has a little square hole in the back of her head, and it has
+made her head ache."
+
+"Dear me! Mrs. Frisby," said her Mamma, "I am very sorry to hear it; you
+ought to go to the doctor with them."
+
+Then Annie pretended to go to the doctor, and she took out of the drawer
+a little bit of sugar for medicine. She ate the medicine up herself, and
+said that it had done the dollies a great deal of good. In this pleasant
+way she amused herself until dinner time.
+
+After dinner, her Papa and Mamma took her to the Park, as it was a
+pleasant day; and there Annie jumped about with other little girls, or
+ran with her great hoop. She could roll the hoop very well.
+
+Then she came skipping home, and had her tea; and after that her
+mother undressed her and heard her say her prayers, and kissed her for
+good night; and she jumped into bed, and in a moment was fast asleep.
+Don't you think Annie was a happy little girl? _I_ think she was, for
+all her days passed in this pleasant manner. Some other time, perhaps, I
+will tell you more about little Annie Browne.
+
+
+
+
+THE THREE BEARS.[1]
+
+  [1] From "The Doctor," by Robert Southey.
+
+
+Once upon a time there were Three Bears, who lived together in a house
+of their own, in a wood. One of them was a Little, Small, Wee Bear; and
+one was a Middle-sized Bear, and the other was a Great, Huge Bear. They
+had each a pot for their porridge, a little pot for the Little, Small,
+Wee Bear; and a middle-sized pot for the Middle Bear, and a great pot
+for the Great, Huge Bear. And they had each a chair to sit in; a little
+chair for the Little, Small, Wee Bear; and a middle-sized chair for the
+Middle Bear; and a great chair for the Great, Huge Bear. And they had
+each a bed to sleep in; a little bed for the Little, Small, Wee Bear;
+and a middle-sized bed for the Middle Bear; and a great bed for the
+Great, Huge Bear.
+
+One day, after they had made the porridge for their breakfast, and
+poured it into their porridge-pots, they walked out into the wood while
+the porridge was cooling, that they might not burn their mouths, by
+beginning too soon to eat it. And while they were walking, a little old
+Woman came to the house. She could not have been a good, honest old
+Woman; for first she looked in at the window, and then she peeped in at
+the keyhole; and seeing nobody in the house, she lifted the latch. The
+door was not fastened, because the Bears were good Bears, who did nobody
+any harm, and never suspected that any body would harm them. So the
+little old Woman opened the door and went in; and well pleased she was
+when she saw the porridge on the table. If she had been a good little
+old Woman, she would have waited till the Bears came home, and then,
+perhaps, they would have asked her to breakfast; for they were good
+Bears,--a little rough or so, as the manner of Bears is, but for all
+that very good-natured and hospitable. But she was an impudent, bad old
+Woman, and set about helping herself.
+
+So first she tasted the porridge of the Great, Huge Bear, and that was
+too hot for her; and she said a bad word about that. And then she tasted
+the porridge of the Middle Bear, and that was too cold for her; and she
+said a bad word about that too. And then she went to the porridge of the
+Little, Small, Wee Bear, and tasted that; and that was neither too hot
+nor too cold, but just right; and she liked it so well, that she ate it
+all up: but the naughty old Woman said a bad word about the little
+porridge-pot, because it did not hold enough for her.
+
+Then the little old Woman sate down in the chair of the Great, Huge
+Bear, and that was too hard for her. And then she sate down in the chair
+of the Middle Bear, and that was too soft for her. And then she sate
+down in the chair of the Little, Small, Wee Bear, and that was neither
+too hard, nor too soft, but just right. So she seated herself in it, and
+there she sate till the bottom of the chair came out, and down came
+hers, plump upon the ground. And the naughty old Woman said a wicked
+word about that too.
+
+Then the little old Woman went up stairs into the bed-chamber in which
+the three Bears slept. And first she lay down upon the bed of the Great,
+Huge Bear; but that was too high at the head for her. And next she lay
+down upon the bed of the Middle Bear; and that was too high at the foot
+for her. And then she lay down upon the bed of the Little, Small, Wee
+Bear; and that was neither too high at the head, nor at the foot, but
+just right. So she covered herself up comfortably, and lay there till
+she fell fast asleep.
+
+By this time the Three Bears thought their porridge would be cool
+enough; so they came home to breakfast. Now the little old Woman had
+left the spoon of the Great, Huge Bear, standing in his porridge.
+
+                 "=SOMEBODY HAS BEEN AT MY PORRIDGE!="
+
+said the Great, Huge Bear, in his great, rough, gruff voice. And when
+the Middle Bear looked at his, he saw that the spoon was standing in it
+too. They were wooden spoons; if they had been silver ones, the naughty
+old Woman would have put them in her pocket.
+
+                  "SOMEBODY HAS BEEN AT MY PORRIDGE!"
+
+said the Middle Bear, in his middle voice.
+
+Then the Little, Small, Wee Bear looked at his, and there was the spoon
+in the porridge-pot, but the porridge was all gone.
+
+     "_Somebody has been at my porridge, and has eaten it all up!_"
+
+said the Little, Small, Wee Bear, in his little, small, wee voice.
+
+Upon this the Three Bears, seeing that some one had entered their house,
+and eaten up the Little, Small, Wee Bear's breakfast, began to look
+about them. Now the little old Woman had not put the hard cushion
+straight when she rose from the chair of the Great, Huge Bear.
+
+               "=SOMEBODY HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY CHAIR!="
+
+said the Great, Huge Bear, in his great, rough, gruff voice.
+
+And the little old Woman had squatted down the soft cushion of the
+Middle Bear.
+
+                "SOMEBODY HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY CHAIR!"
+
+said the Middle Bear, in his middle voice.
+
+And you know what the little old Woman had done to the third chair.
+
+                "_Somebody has been sitting in my chair,
+                  and has sate the bottom of it out!_"
+
+said the Little, Small, Wee Bear, in his little, small, wee voice.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Then the Three Bears thought it necessary that they should make further
+search; so they went up stairs into their bed-chamber. Now the little
+old Woman had pulled the pillow of the Great, Huge Bear, out of its
+place.
+
+                   "=SOMEBODY HAS BEEN LYING IN MY BED!="
+
+said the Great, Huge Bear, in his great, rough, gruff voice.
+
+And the little old Woman had pulled the bolster of the Middle Bear out
+of its place.
+
+                    "SOMEBODY HAS BEEN LYING IN MY BED!"
+
+said the Middle Bear, in his middle voice.
+
+And when the Little, Small, Wee Bear came to look at his bed, there was
+the bolster in its place; and the pillow in its place upon the bolster;
+and upon the pillow was the little old Woman's ugly, dirty head,--which
+was not in its place, for she had no business there.
+
+        "_Somebody has been lying in my bed,--and here she is!_"
+
+said the Little, Small, Wee Bear, in his little, small, wee voice.
+
+The little old Woman had heard in her sleep the great, rough, gruff
+voice of the Great, Huge Bear; but she was so fast asleep that it was no
+more to her than the roaring of wind, or the rumbling of thunder. And
+she had heard the middle voice of the Middle Bear, but it was only as if
+she had heard some one speaking in a dream. But when she heard the
+little, small, wee voice of the Little, Small, Wee Bear, it was so
+sharp, and so shrill, that it awakened her at once. Up she started; and
+when she saw the Three Bears on one side of the bed, she tumbled herself
+out at the other, and ran to the window. Now the window was open,
+because the Bears, like good, tidy Bears, as they were, always opened
+their bed-chamber window when they got up in the morning. Out the little
+old Woman jumped; and whether she broke her neck in the fall; or ran
+into the wood and was lost there; or found her way out of the wood, and
+was taken up by the constable and sent to the House of Correction for a
+vagrant as she was, I cannot tell. But the Three Bears never saw
+anything more of her.
+
+
+
+
+ABOUT MINDING QUICKLY.
+
+
+Emma was one day sitting by the fire, on a little stool. She was trying
+to cut a mouse out of a piece of paper. She had a pair of scissors, with
+round ends. Her mother had given her these scissors for her own, because
+they were safer for her to use than scissors with pointed ends.
+
+Presently, her Mother said, "Come here to me, Emma."
+
+"Wait a minute, Mother," said Emma.
+
+"Do you know," said her Mother, "that it was naughty for you to say
+that?"
+
+"Why, you can wait a _little_ minute," said Emma; "I am very busy.
+Don't you see that I am making a mouse?"
+
+"Emma," replied her Mother, "do you know that I ought to punish you,
+because you do not mind?"
+
+"I am coming directly," cried Emma, dropping her scissors and her paper
+mouse, and running up to her Mother.
+
+Her Mother took her up on her lap, and said, "My little girl, this will
+_never_ do. You must learn to come at once when you are called; you
+_must_ obey quickly. If you continue in this very naughty habit of not
+minding until you are told to do a thing two or three times, you will
+grow up a very disagreeable girl, and nobody will love you."
+
+Emma looked up mournfully into her Mother's face, and said, "Mother, I
+will try to do better."
+
+She was a good-tempered child, and was seldom cross or sullen; but she
+had this one bad habit, and it was a very bad habit indeed--she waited
+to be told twice, and sometimes oftener, and many times she made her
+kind Mother very unhappy.
+
+For a few days after this Emma remembered what her Mother had said to
+her, and always came the first time she was called. She came pleasantly,
+for it is very important to mind pleasantly, and did everything she was
+told to do immediately; and her Mother loved her dearly, and hoped she
+was quite cured of her naughty ways.
+
+But I am very sorry to have to say that a time came when Emma entirely
+forgot her promise. You shall hear how it happened.
+
+One morning Emma's Mother said to her, "Emma, it is time for you to get
+up, and put on your stockings and shoes."
+
+Emma did not move. She lay with her eyes wide open, watching a fly on
+the wall, that was scrubbing his thin wings with his hind legs.
+
+"Did you hear me, Emma? Put on your stockings and shoes!"
+
+Emma got up very slowly. She put one foot out of bed, and then looked
+again at the fly. This time he was scrubbing his face with his fore
+legs. So she sat there, and said to herself, "I wonder how that funny
+little fly can stay upon the wall. I can't walk up the wall as the fly
+can. What a little round black head he has got!"
+
+"Emma!" said her Mother, and this time she spoke in a very severe tone.
+
+Emma started, and put her other foot out of bed, and took up one of her
+stockings.
+
+Her Mother got out of her bed, which was close to Emma's crib, and began
+to dress herself. When she was dressed, she looked round, and saw Emma,
+with one stocking half on, and the other rolled up in a little ball,
+which she was throwing up in the air.
+
+Her Mother was angry with her. She went up to her, and took her
+stocking away from her, and told her to get into bed again; for if she
+would not dress herself when her Mother bid her, she should be punished
+by being made to lie in bed. She shut up the window shutters, and took
+all the books out of the room, and telling Emma not to get up until she
+gave her leave, she went down stairs to breakfast.
+
+Now children don't like to be in bed in the daytime,--at least I have
+never heard of any one that did; and Emma was soon tired of lying in a
+dark room wide awake, with nothing to do, and no pleasant thoughts, for
+she could think of nothing but her naughty behaviour. So this was a very
+severe punishment, and she began to cry, and wish she had minded
+quickly, and then she would have been down stairs, where the sun was
+shining brightly into the windows. She would have been sitting in her
+chair, with her dear little kitten in her lap, and a nice bowl of bread
+and milk for her breakfast. She always saved a little milk in the bottom
+of the bowl for Daisy her kitten, and after she had done, she would give
+the rest to Daisy. So you see that Emma lost much pleasure by not
+minding quickly; and, what was worse than all, she had displeased her
+Mother, and made her unhappy.
+
+Oh, how weary she got! how she longed to get up! She did not dare to
+disobey her Mother, and she lay in her crib a long, long time, and
+thought she never could be so naughty again.
+
+At last her Mother came into the room. She opened the shutters, and
+said, "Emma, you may get up and put on your stockings and shoes."
+
+Emma jumped up quickly, and had them on in two minutes, and then she
+took off her night-gown and put on her day-clothes, which hung over the
+back of the chair by her crib, and went to her Mother to have them
+fastened, for she could not fasten them herself. Her Mother fastened her
+clothes, and then, taking her little girl's hand, she said, "My dear
+little Emma, you have made me feel very unhappy this morning. I do not
+like to punish you, but it is my duty to try to cure you of all your
+naughty ways, and it is your duty to try to overcome them. If you do
+not, some day you may meet with some terrible misfortune, like that
+which happened to a boy I used to know when I was young. I will tell you
+the story. This boy, like you, grieved his parents often, by not minding
+quickly; and he suffered for it in a way that he will never forget as
+long as he lives. He was one day standing on the steps of the house
+where he lived, and I was standing at the window of the house opposite,
+where I lived. I was watching some men that were on the top of this
+boy's house, fixing the slates on the roof. The roof was covered with
+loose pieces of slate, and nails, and rubbish.
+
+"Presently one of the men on the roof cried out, 'Go in, little boy; go
+in.' But the boy was looking at a kite that some other boys had in the
+street, and he did not choose to go in. The man thought that he had
+minded what he told him, and without looking again he tumbled down a
+great heap of slates and rubbish. The house was quite high, and a large
+and sharp piece of slate came down very swiftly, and struck the boy on
+the side of his head, and cut off nearly the whole of his ear. In a
+moment the blood poured down his neck and over his clothes, and I
+thought he would bleed to death. Oh, Emma! what a dreadful punishment
+for not minding quickly!
+
+"For a long time he went about with his head bound up, and when he got
+well again the side of his face looked very bad indeed, for where his
+ear had been there was a dreadful scar that never went away. Now he is a
+man, and he often tells children how he got this dreadful scar, and all
+because he did not mind quickly."
+
+The tears had rolled down Emma's face while her Mother was telling her
+this story. When she had finished it, Emma put her arms around her
+Mother's neck, and told her that indeed she would try to obey at once,
+and be a good little girl, so that her dear Mother would never be
+unhappy about her again.
+
+Her Mother kissed her, and took her down stairs, and gave her some
+breakfast, and all this day, and ever after, she did try very hard to be
+good. Whenever she felt herself going about anything slowly, the thought
+of the poor boy who had lost his ear would come into her mind, and she
+would jump up at once, when her Mother called her, and do whatever she
+wanted her to do, pleasantly and quickly.
+
+
+
+
+THE TWINS.
+
+
+"Well, Susan," said her Father one day, as she came home from school, "I
+am glad to see you; I wish to inform you that two young gentlemen
+arrived here to-day."
+
+"What are their names, Father?" asked Susan.
+
+"I do not know," answered her Father; "I do not believe they have got
+any names. They are very small--so small that at this moment they are
+both asleep in the great chair."
+
+"Both asleep in the great chair?" cried Susan, astonished at what her
+Father had said, "I do believe you have been buying two little monkeys."
+
+"No, I have not," said her Father, laughing. "Now come with me, and I
+will show you these strangers, and then see if you will say they are
+monkeys."
+
+Susan went with her Father. He took her hand, and led her into her
+Mother's room. The room was dark, and her Mother was lying in the bed.
+Susan was afraid that she was sick. She went to her and said,--
+
+"Dear Mother, are you sick? You look very pale."
+
+Her Mother kissed her, and said, "I am very weak, my dear child; but do
+you not want to see your little brothers?"
+
+"Brothers?--where?" cried Susan. "Have I a brother?"
+
+"Two of them," said her Father. "Come here, Susan, here they both are,
+fast asleep."
+
+Susan went up to the great easy chair, and on the cushion she saw, all
+tucked up warm, two little round fat faces lying close together. Their
+noses nearly touched each other, and they looked funny enough.
+
+"Well, Susan," said her Father, "do you like the monkeys?"
+
+"Oh, Father!" answered the little girl, clasping her hands, "I am so
+glad--I am so happy! They are exactly alike,--how I shall love them, the
+dear little toads!"
+
+"Toads!" said her Father, laughing; "they don't look a bit like toads."
+
+"Well, I said that because I loved them so," replied Susan, "just as you
+sometimes call me your little mouse."
+
+For two weeks the little twins slept together in the great chair, and
+there was no end to Susan's wonder and delight. Her Mother had to tie a
+bit of red silk around the wrist of one of them, to tell them apart.
+They grew very fast, and were the dearest little fellows in the world,
+they had such bright, merry, black eyes, and were always ready to have a
+frolic with Susan. As they grew up, they were so good and so pretty,
+that everybody loved them, and a great many people came to see them. I
+forgot to tell you that one was named George, and the other James.
+
+One day, when the twins were three years old, they were left alone in
+the breakfast-room. The things on the breakfast-table had been cleared
+away, except a bowl nearly full of sugar, which was standing on the
+table.
+
+Presently the little fellows spied the bowl of sugar. "George," said
+James, "if you will help me with this chair, I will give you some
+sugar."
+
+So both the boys took hold of the heavy chair, and dragged it to the
+table. Then James helped George to climb upon it, and from that he
+scrambled up on the table. He walked across, to where the sugar was, and
+sat down on the table, and took the sugar-bowl in his lap.
+
+"Now, you get the stool," said George.
+
+So James got the stool, and put it close to the side of the table where
+George was, and stood upon it.
+
+You should have seen how their merry black eyes sparkled, at the fine
+feast they were going to have. They did not think that they were doing
+wrong, for their Mother had often given them a little sugar.
+
+So George took the spoon that was in the sugar, and helped James to a
+spoonful, and then took one himself. He was very particular to give
+James exactly as many spoonfuls as he took himself.
+
+They were having such a delightful time, that for some moments they did
+not speak a single word. George began first,--
+
+"This is nice," said George.
+
+"I like sugar," said James.
+
+"It is so sweet," said George.
+
+"And so good," said James.
+
+"We will eat it all up," said George.
+
+"We won't leave a bit," said James.
+
+"It is almost all gone," said George.
+
+"There is hardly any left," said James.
+
+All the time they were talking George had been stuffing his brother and
+himself with the sugar.
+
+Just then their Mother opened the door. She had opened it softly, and
+the little boys had not heard her. When she saw them so busy--with their
+round faces stuck all over with crumbs of sugar, and George sitting on
+the table, dealing it out so fairly--she could not keep from laughing.
+
+The twins heard her laugh, so they laughed too; and George cried out,
+"Mother, this sugar is nice--I like it."
+
+"And so do I," said James.
+
+Their Mother lifted George from the table, and told them they must not
+do so again, for so much sugar would make them sick. She washed their
+faces, and sent them to play in the garden. There was a fine large
+garden at the back of the house, where they could play without danger.
+
+Three years after this, the twins were sent to school, where they soon
+became great favourites, because they were amiable and good, and always
+willing to do as they were told. They looked so exactly alike, and were
+dressed so exactly alike, that often very funny mistakes were made. I
+will tell you something that happened, that was not funny, but it will
+show you how hard it was to tell which was George, and which was James.
+
+One day, the teacher gave the twins a spelling lesson, and told them
+that they must know it perfectly that morning.
+
+Now George, for the first time, was naughty, and instead of learning
+the lesson, he was making elephants and giraffes on his slate; but James
+studied his lesson, and soon knew it. Presently the teacher said,
+"James, do you know your lesson?"
+
+"Yes, sir," said James. He went up to the desk and said it very well.
+
+"You know it perfectly," said his teacher; "you are a good boy. Now go
+to your seat."
+
+In a few moments he said, "George, come and say your lesson."
+
+But George did not know a word of it; and James whispered to him, "I
+don't want you to be punished, brother; I will go for you and say it
+again."
+
+So James went and repeated his lesson. The teacher thought of course it
+was George; he said, "Very well, indeed, George; you know it just as
+well as James: you are _both_ good boys."
+
+When George heard this praise, which he did not deserve, he was
+troubled. He had been taught never to deceive. He did not think at first
+how wrong he had been; _now_, he saw plainly, that it was very wrong;
+that he and his brother had been _acting_ a lie.
+
+He whispered to James, "Brother, I can't bear to cheat, so I will go and
+tell the teacher."
+
+So he went directly up to the desk, and said, "Sir, I have not yet said
+my lesson."
+
+"Why, yes you have," replied the teacher; "I have just heard you say
+it."
+
+"No, sir, if you please," said George; "I do not know it at all. James
+said it twice, to save me from being punished."
+
+"Well, George," replied his teacher, "I am very glad you have told me
+this. I never should have found it out. But your conscience told you
+that you were doing wrong; and I am thankful you have listened to its
+warnings, and made up your mind at once to be an honest boy. I will not
+punish you or James, for I am sure neither of you will do so again."
+
+The little boys promised him they never would--and they never did; and
+they grew up to be honest and good men.
+
+
+
+
+THE LITTLE BOY THAT WAS AFRAID OF THE WATER.
+
+
+Once on a time there were two little boys. William was five years old,
+and Johnny was not quite three. The weather was very warm, and these
+little boys got so weak, and looked so pale and sick, that the doctor
+said their parents had better take them to Hastings, and let them bathe
+in the sea. So their Mother packed up their clothes, and some books, for
+she did not wish them to be idle; and one pleasant afternoon they all
+went by the railway to Hastings.
+
+The little boys were very much amused at all they saw. There were
+several other boys in the carriage, and William and Johnny looked very
+hard at them, and wished they knew what their names were, and whether
+they had a Noah's Ark and Rocking-Horse like theirs.
+
+After three hours' ride by the puffing, screaming railway, they arrived
+safely at Hastings, and they found a carriage waiting for them, which
+soon took them to the house which their papa had hired. Tea was
+immediately brought up, and then, as they were all very tired, they went
+early to bed.
+
+After breakfast the next morning, William and Johnny walked down to the
+smooth and beautiful beach with their parents, where a great many
+people, some of them children, were bathing. They seemed to like it very
+much; and it really did look very inviting, for the sun made the water
+sparkle like diamonds, and the waves seemed dancing and leaping, and
+looked as if they longed to give everybody a good splashing.
+
+William was delighted. He could hardly wait to be undressed, he was in
+such a great hurry to be ducked; and when the bathing-woman took him and
+plunged him under the water, although he gasped for breath, he laughed,
+and kicked, and splashed the water, and cried, "Duck me again! duck me
+again!" and he looked so pleased, that some other children came to where
+he was, and they all had a grand frolic together.
+
+Little Johnny laughed too, as he stood in the machine; but, when his
+Mother said, "Come, Johnny, now it is your turn," he made a terrible
+face, and cried, "Dear Mamma, please let me go home. I shall never see
+you again if you put me in that great big water." But his Mamma said he
+must go in, because it would do him a great deal of good, and she
+undressed him, and put him into the woman's arms.
+
+Johnny now began to scream as loud as he could, and cried out,
+"Mamma, Mamma, I want to go back to you." But the old woman did not mind
+him a bit, and holding him by his arms, she plunged him under the water.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+The poor little fellow came up gasping and panting, and sobbed out, "Oh,
+my dear Mamma, come and kiss me 'fore I die."
+
+Everybody laughed--for there was no danger--except his kind Mother. A
+tear started to her eye, for she knew her dear little son really thought
+he was dying, and would never see her again. But in a little while he
+felt better, and, after his Mother had taken him, and had rubbed him all
+over and dressed him, and he had run up and down the beach with William
+and the other children, he felt such a nice warm glow all over him, that
+he forgot all about his fright.
+
+Very soon he said, "Mamma, I am so hungry--I am as hungry as a little
+bear."
+
+"That is because you have been in the water," replied his Mother.
+
+"Are the fishes always hungry?--does the water make them hungry too?"
+said Johnny.
+
+"I believe they are always ready to eat," replied his Mother; "you know
+that they are caught by bait. This bait is often a little worm, put upon
+a sharp hook. The fish snap at the bait, and the hook catches them in
+the mouth. Come, little hungry fish," added his Mother, "and I will give
+you something to eat; but I will not put it on a hook to hurt you."
+
+The next day the little boys went into the water again, and, although
+Johnny made up a doleful face, he did not think he should die this time;
+and, when he saw the other children laughing and splashing each other,
+and crying, "Duck me again! what fun we are having!" he tried to like it
+too, and after a little while did begin to like it; for when children
+_try_ to overcome their foolish fears, they will almost always succeed,
+and be rewarded, as Johnny was, by the pleasure they enjoy, and the
+happiness they give to their parents.
+
+After a few days Johnny got to be so brave, that he was the first to
+run down to the beach and jump into the bathing-woman's arms, and he
+cried louder than any, "Duck me again!" and splashed everybody that came
+near him; and both William and Johnny got so strong, and ate so
+heartily, and had such great red cheeks, that when they went home to
+London, a few weeks after, their friends hardly knew them, and Johnny
+never again had any foolish fears about going into the water.
+
+
+
+
+THE MAY QUEEN.
+
+
+"Mother," said Frederick Stanley, "is it not wrong to treat servants
+unkindly?"
+
+"What makes you ask that question?" answered his Mother. "What can have
+put that into your head?"
+
+"Nothing--I don't know," replied he, looking at his sister Kate, who was
+sitting near him, working a pair of slippers.
+
+Mrs. Stanley saw that there was something on their mind, so she laid
+down her book, and tried to draw it out. She began,--
+
+"What is the reason that your little Scottish friend Jessie has not
+been here lately? I thought that you, Kate, could not take a walk with
+any pleasure without her, and Fred has become quite a beau since her
+arrival. I am afraid you have done or said something to offend her."
+
+"Fred," said Kate,--who was two years younger than her brother, and much
+smaller, and had a great respect for him,--"Fred, do you tell Mother."
+
+Fred gave his trousers a little pull, shook the hair away from his face,
+half laughed, and did not speak a word; but Kate, like a real little
+woman, could not keep the secret a moment longer.
+
+"We have had a quarrel, Mother; that's all."
+
+"'A quarrel! that's all!'" said her Mother. "That's a great deal too
+much; but what did you find to quarrel about?"
+
+"Why, Mother," answered Fred, getting over his bashfulness, now that
+the secret was out, "it was all about treating servants with kindness."
+
+"Well done!" exclaimed his Mother. "Let us hear what you had to say upon
+the subject."
+
+"I said it was a shame to abuse those who were poorer than we were; that
+in God's eyes all were equal. I could not bear to hear Jessie say that
+she had her own servant at home, and when this servant did anything to
+displease her, she would pinch and slap her. I told her she was a
+downright wicked girl!"
+
+"Oh, shocking! shocking!" said Mrs. Stanley. "And, my sweet little Kate,
+did you too stand up for kindness to servants?"
+
+"I did all I could, dear Mother," she replied, "but Fred did the most."
+
+"Well, tell me, what else did you say?"
+
+"I told her," said Fred, hesitating a little, "that here we said, 'if
+you please,' and 'thank you,' when a servant did anything for us, and
+that she had better go back to Scotland, and not stay another day in a
+place where she was deprived of the pleasure of pinching people."
+
+"Oh, Frederick! Frederick! how could a boy of your politeness be so rude
+to a young lady? That was a great mistake."
+
+Frederick looked mortified, and Kate hung her head. "But what happened
+after that?" asked Mrs. Stanley.
+
+"Oh, she was so angry that she went away, and we have not seen her
+since. I am very sorry; but it can't be helped now."
+
+"No," said Kate, "we can't help it now."
+
+"But, my dear children," said their Mother, "I think you owe Jessie an
+apology."
+
+"I have no objection," said Fred, after reflecting a moment, "if you
+think I have been so very impolite; but it will do no good."
+
+"Well," said Mrs. Stanley, "it must be done. Perhaps I can assist you
+in making up the quarrel. Next Thursday, you know, is the first of May.
+You shall have a little party, and Jessie shall be Queen of May. That
+will be certain to please her."
+
+"Jessie! Queen!" exclaimed Kate. "She will not, Mother. Jessie will not
+come; I am sure she will not come. I do not believe she will ever speak
+to us again."
+
+"I tell you she _will_ come," said her Mother; "and she will be Queen. I
+will manage it for you."
+
+"Ah, well, Mother," said Fred, looking at his sister, "you don't know
+Jessie as well as we do. She won't forgive us so easily."
+
+Company now came in, and the children went to their studies. In the
+afternoon Mrs. Stanley sent a polite invitation to Jessie and her
+parents to pass the next Thursday evening at her house; and as they were
+sitting at the tea-table, the answer was returned.
+
+"There," said Mrs. Stanley, "one point is gained; they will all come."
+
+"They may come," said Frederick, "but she won't be civil to us, I know."
+
+The next day was spent in preparing the crown, throne, and flowers,
+&c., and Frederick set himself to work to learn by heart some lines his
+Mother had written for the occasion.
+
+Thursday evening arrived, and the children, though afraid of Jessie's
+cold looks, were in good spirits. Kate came into the parlour, and found
+Fred before a large glass, making his speech, and practising the most
+graceful bows and gestures.
+
+"Goodness!" she exclaimed, "how light and beautiful the room looks! Oh,
+Fred, I hope we shall have a pleasant time."
+
+The arrival of the company now interrupted them, and when nearly all had
+come, Mrs. Stanley told her plan with regard to Jessie; and this
+important matter was just settled, when that young lady and her parents
+entered.
+
+Jessie, not knowing the honour awaiting her, was very stiff and grave
+in her salutations. Her large dark eyes were turned away from Fred and
+Kate, yet an expression about her pretty mouth seemed to say,--
+
+"I am not so very angry as you think."
+
+"She _looks_ like a Queen, does not she?" whispered Fred to his sister.
+
+"She is stiff enough, at any rate," said Kate.
+
+"I wonder whom she will choose for her King?" said Fred.
+
+"I am sure I don't know," answered Kate, looking round. "I suppose the
+biggest boy."
+
+"Dear me!" said Fred, "I forget that I must go out until it is time for
+the Address;" and he left the room, to wait his Mother's signal.
+
+Refreshments were now handed round the room, and many a sly glance was
+cast upon the unconscious Jessie, who was still looking very grave, and
+almost cross, till, at a hint from his Mother, Fred made his appearance,
+and with blushing face, but firm voice, pronounced the following lines:
+
+    "O valiant knights, and ladies fair!
+     I'm very glad to see you here;
+     Your happy looks and eyes so bright,
+     Have quite inspired me to-night.
+     Though I'm unused to courtly ways,
+     My choice from you will meet with praise.
+     Our English land, so brave and free,
+     Where waves the flag of liberty,
+     Can yet, while all our hearts approve,
+     The Scottish stranger fondly love.
+     (No looks of grave distrust are seen,)
+     Fair Jessie! I proclaim you Queen!
+     And kneeling lowly at your feet,
+     To be your knight I do entreat.
+     Now deign to say, what happy one
+     Amongst us all shall share your throne?"
+
+Fred rose from his knees, and awaited Jessie's reply.
+
+Her anger was all gone, but she was so surprised that she looked down,
+and did not say a word.
+
+"Well," thought Fred, "I knew she would act so. I suppose everybody is
+laughing at me."
+
+"Jessie," said her Mother, "speak quickly. Whom will you have for King?"
+
+Jessie blushed, and smiled, and whispered in a soft little voice,
+"Frederick."
+
+Astonished and delighted by this kindness, Fred again knelt down, then
+rising, he took her little white hand, and led her in triumph, followed
+by all the company, to the next room, where a splendid throne had been
+erected. A beautiful crown of flowers was placed on Jessie's head, and
+gave new beauty to her soft and curling brown hair. Frederick also had a
+handsome crown. Sceptres were placed in their hands, and then they
+arranged their court. Kate was made a Duchess, at which she grew quite
+dignified; there were plenty of Earls and Countesses, and the sweet
+little maids of honour and the pages stood behind the throne.
+
+They then formed a procession, to return to the parlour, and in an
+instant a march burst forth from a band of music which had been
+concealed for the purpose.
+
+At this unexpected event, his Majesty jumped so high that his crown
+tumbled off, and the Queen was in such a delightful agitation that she
+could not confine her steps to a walk, and so the King and the Queen,
+and the Duchess, and all the maids of honour and pages, ran
+helter-skelter, as fast as they could, and took places for dancing.
+
+Never were merrier hearts or brighter eyes than now leaped and shone in
+that little party. The Queen was the gayest of all, and the King was
+nearly out of his wits with joy, to find himself and Jessie once more
+friends. Little Kate got so tired of being a Duchess that she skipped
+about like a little fairy; and all the lords and ladies, and maids of
+honour and pages, were so merry and so full of innocent fun, that they
+looked a great deal more like little children. And so the happy evening
+concluded, to the satisfaction of all.
+
+The next morning, Mrs. Stanley asked her children if they had had a
+pleasant party.
+
+"Oh, yes!" they both answered; "it was perfectly delightful; and Jessie
+was as pleasant as she could be, and seemed to have forgotten all about
+the quarrel."
+
+
+
+
+THE TOOTHACHE.
+
+
+One day little Emily's Grandma said to her, "My dear child, you must go
+with me to-day to the dentist's, and have some of those teeth pulled
+out. They are growing so fast and so crooked, that you have not room
+enough in your mouth for them all."
+
+"Dear Grandma," said the little girl, "will it hurt me _very_ much?"
+
+"Yes, my dear," replied her Grandma; "it will hurt you a great deal, but
+you must try to bear the pain; it will not be long."
+
+Poor little Emily sighed, and the tears stood in her eyes. She knew
+that her Grandmother always told her the exact truth. She knew that she
+would suffer a great deal of pain, because her Grandma had told her so.
+
+It is always the best way to tell a little boy or girl the exact truth.
+If Emily's Grandma had said that it would not hurt her to have her teeth
+pulled out, it would have been very wrong, and Emily would not have
+believed her another time, when she was to have anything done to her.
+
+This little girl had no Mother. Her Mother was dead, and her Grandma
+took care of her, and was very kind to her, and Emily loved her dearly,
+and so she made up her mind to go and have her teeth out, without any
+trouble, because her Grandma was in bad health; and she knew that if she
+cried and made a great fuss about it, it would trouble her, and perhaps
+make her ill.
+
+Now was not this thoughtful and good in a little girl only seven years
+old? I hope all the little boys and girls that read this will try to be
+as good.
+
+After dinner, Emily and her Grandma put on their bonnets, and went to
+the dentist's house. The little girl trembled when the door was opened,
+but she walked in without saying a word.
+
+They went into the parlour, for there were some persons up stairs in the
+dentist's room, and they had to wait.
+
+"Grandma," said Emily, "may I look at the books on the table? It will
+keep me from thinking about my teeth."
+
+Her Grandma said she might, and the little girl was soon quite
+interested in looking at the pictures in the books, and showing them to
+her Grandma.
+
+In a little while the servant came to tell her she could go up stairs.
+Her heart beat fast, but she went up to her Grandmother, and said, "Dear
+Grandma, you are not well; you look quite pale to-day. Do not go with
+me; I will go alone, and I promise you I will be a brave little girl."
+
+She kissed her Grandma, and ran out of the room.
+
+When she entered the room up stairs, she saw two ladies there. She
+stopped; but the dentist said, "Come in, my little girl, do not be
+afraid, I will be as gentle as I can."
+
+The ladies saw that she was alone, so one of them went up to her and
+took her hand. She was an old lady, and wore spectacles, and she looked
+very kind and good. So the dear little girl let the dentist lift her
+into the great chair, and take off her hat, and the old lady kept hold
+of her hand, and said, "It will be over in a minute, my dear child," and
+then she pressed her little hand so kindly, that Emily felt quite
+comforted.
+
+The other lady was a young lady, and she too felt sorry that Emily was
+to suffer. She wanted to smooth her hair, and give her a kiss; but she
+thought that the little girl might be afraid of so many strangers, so
+she sat down very quietly.
+
+When the dentist had looked into Emily's mouth, he saw that four teeth
+must come out. So he got the instrument, and held her head tight with
+his arm.
+
+Emily turned pale, but she kept quite still, and did not cry or scream;
+and the dentist pulled out the four teeth, one after the other, without
+a sound from her lips.
+
+When they were all out, some large tears came from her eyes and rolled
+down her cheeks; but she only said, "Thank you," to the lady that held
+her hand; and, putting her handkerchief to her mouth, she ran down
+stairs.
+
+"My darling child," said her Grandma, "how well you have behaved; I did
+not hear the least noise."
+
+"No, Grandma," replied Emily, "I tried very hard not to scream; I was
+determined to be quite still; and a good old lady like you, Grandma,
+held my hand, which was a great comfort. But oh! Grandma, it _did_ hurt
+me most terribly."
+
+"My dear child, I know it did," said her Grandma; "you are the best
+little girl in the world, and a happiness and a treasure to me."
+
+After Emily had gone, the ladies who had witnessed her good conduct, and
+admired her courage, asked her name and where she lived; and one of
+them, the young lady, sent her a pretty little gold ring with a blue
+stone in it, and a little note containing these words:--
+
+"For the dear little girl who had the courage to bear a great pain
+nobly."
+
+Emily was very much pleased with this little present; it was so
+unexpected. She could not find out who had sent it to her.
+
+I hope all the little boys and girls will read this story with
+attention, and when they go to the dentist's they will think of Emily,
+and try to imitate her good conduct.
+
+
+
+
+THE BOYS' SCHOOL.
+
+
+Not very long ago, Mr. Harrison kept a boarding-school for little boys
+in a delightful village in Hertfordshire. He took twenty boys to
+educate, and he was so kind, and had such a pleasant way of teaching,
+that the boys were happier with him than they would have been at home.
+
+When the boys came in the spring, Mr. Harrison gave to each of them a
+little plot of ground for a garden; and the little fellows were very
+busy during play-hours, in preparing and arranging their gardens. They
+had permission to go to the gardener and get just what seeds they
+wanted; so some of the boys planted melons and cucumbers, and some
+pumpkins and radishes, and two of them made an elegant flower-garden.
+They put their ground together, and erected a little hill in the centre,
+with a path all round it, and all the borders they planted with roses,
+and cockscombs, and mignonette, and sweet-peas, and many other pretty
+flowers; and when the flowers came out, their garden gave quite a
+brilliant appearance to the place.
+
+The boys had also a very large play-ground, and in it their kind
+teacher had had a number of gymnastic poles put up, for their healthy
+exercise and amusement. There was one very high pole, with four strong
+ropes fastened to the top of it, and an iron ring at the ends of the
+ropes. The boys would take hold of the rings, and run round as fast as
+they could; then lifting their feet off the ground, away they would fly
+in the air, round and round, like so many little crazy monkeys. There
+was one little chap that could climb up one of the ropes like a cat, and
+hang upon the top of the pole.
+
+Then they had swinging-bars, and jumping-bars, with a spring-board to
+jump from, and wooden horses, and a climbing-pole, and several other
+things; but, what was better than all, they had a funny little ragged
+pony, and a short-legged, long-eared donkey, for their especial use, and
+many were the fine rides they had on their backs.
+
+Sometimes, to be sure, the pony had a fashion of dancing a slow jig on
+his hind-legs, with his fore-feet in the air; but the boys were used to
+that, and stuck on until the dance was finished; then the pony would
+trot off very peaceably.
+
+The donkey, too, had a way of putting his nose to the ground, and
+pitching his rider, head over heels, on the grass. But the boys were
+used to that too, and did not mind it in the least. They would jump up
+and shake themselves, and try again, and by dint of poking and punching
+the sides of the sulky little animal, he would after a while make up his
+mind to go. When he had once done _that_, it was all right. You would
+think he was the most amiable donkey in the world. The pony's name was
+"Napoleon," and the boys called the donkey "Old Pudding-head."
+
+Twice a-week during the summer, Mr. Harrison took the boys to bathe in a
+fine pond, where such as could would swim, and the rest would tumble
+about in the water; and altogether he was so kind to them that the boys
+thought there never was a better teacher, or such a famous
+boarding-school.
+
+I have not yet told you that they learned anything. I suppose you all
+think that playing was the principal thing they went to that school for.
+But if you do, you make a great mistake, for the greater part of every
+day was spent in the school-room.
+
+Mr. Harrison made school-time very pleasant. He seldom had to punish a
+boy for bad conduct or neglect in getting his lessons. He always
+encouraged them to ask questions about their studies, and told them
+never to learn anything by rote, like a parrot, but to come to him when
+they did not understand a lesson; and he always made it so clear that it
+was a pleasure to learn. Sometimes a boy would ask a foolish question,
+which would make the rest laugh; but then Mr. Harrison would say it was
+better to be laughed at for trying to learn, than to grow up a dunce.
+
+In this way the boys would improve so much, both in mind and body, that
+their parents left them with Mr. Harrison as long as he could keep them;
+and both the boys and their parents were very sorry when the time came
+for them to leave, for Mr. Harrison would not take any boy after he was
+fourteen years of age.
+
+One afternoon after school, the boys were all busy weeding in their
+gardens, when one of them suddenly cried out, "Phil, do you know how
+long it is to the Fifth of November?"
+
+"To be sure I do," answered Philip; "it is just four weeks and four
+days."
+
+"So it is, I declare," said Thomas, the first boy who had spoken. "Boys,
+I'll tell you what we will do. Let us all write to our parents for an
+immense lot of fireworks; then we will club together, and keep all,
+except the crackers, for a grand display of fireworks in the evening."
+
+"Oh yes, yes," cried all the boys, "that is an excellent idea."
+
+"I will ask Mr. Harrison," said Phil, "to help us fix the wheels and so
+forth, for all I ever fixed myself stuck fast, and would not go round at
+all."
+
+"I mean to write for some Roman candles," said Frank; "they look so
+beautiful going up. They look like planets with wings."
+
+"_I_ will ask for some snakes and grasshoppers," said another; "it is
+such fun to see the boys racing round to get out of the way of them."
+
+"We'll make some wooden pistols to put the crackers in," said another
+boy.
+
+"Yes, and I will send for a little brass cannon that my uncle, Major
+Brown, gave me," said another.
+
+Just then the bell rang for tea, and the boys, putting their little
+rakes and hoes into their tool-house, ran in to wash their faces and
+hands, and brush their hair. Then they took off their blouses, which
+they wore when at work in the garden, and hung them up in the play-room.
+They had a nice large play-room for playing in when the weather was
+unpleasant.
+
+It was astonishing what large quantities of bread and butter, and
+apple-sauce, these boys consumed for their supper, for working
+out-of-doors in the fresh country air is sure to make people hungry, and
+boys especially are always ready for eating. After supper, Mr. Harrison
+read prayers, while all the boys knelt at their chairs around the table.
+Then they were permitted to play out-of-doors again until the sunset.
+Phil and Frank allowed themselves to be harnessed to a hand-wagon, and
+galloped off at full speed, with two of the smaller boys in it. The rest
+had a game at leap-frog; and Mr. Harrison and his family sat in the
+porch watching and admiring the gorgeous tints lent to the clouds by the
+rays of the setting sun, and sometimes laughing heartily at the capers
+of the boys.
+
+At length the sun sank beneath the horizon, and Mr. Harrison said,
+"Come in, boys." He never had to speak more than once, for the boys were
+so well governed that they found it to their advantage and happiness to
+obey directly. So they came in as quietly as they could, and went into
+the study, where Mr. Harrison soon joined them, and read aloud an
+interesting book of travels for an hour. Then they went up stairs to
+bed.
+
+One evening, not long after this, the boys were all together in the
+sitting-room. Philip was reading a book in which was an anecdote about a
+bad boy who had frightened another, by coming into his room at night,
+with his face apparently in a blaze, and looking, as the terrified child
+thought, like a flaming dragon. All at once, Phil shut the book, and
+said, "I say, boys, I will show you a funny thing, if you will put out
+the light, and it will be useful to you too. But first, let me read this
+story to you, and then we will try the game, and none of you little
+chaps will be frightened, because you will know what it is."
+
+So saying, he read the story, which interested the boys very much
+indeed, and made them all eager for Philip's experiment.
+
+Phil took a box of matches from the mantelpiece, and gave some to each
+of the boys; but suddenly he cried, "Wait a moment: I will be back
+before you can say Jack Robinson," and ran out of the room.
+
+He went out to ask Mr. Harrison's permission to try this experiment. Mr.
+Harrison said, "I am glad, my dear boy, you have come first to me; I
+believe I can always trust you. You may try your plan, and I will go
+with you and join in your amusement."
+
+The boys were glad to see their teacher. He often helped them in their
+plays; and they were never afraid to frolic and laugh before him.
+
+So Phil blew out the light, and then told the boys to take a match, and
+wet it on the tip of the tongue, and rub it on the sides of their faces,
+and they would soon have a pair of fiery whiskers apiece, without its
+burning them in the least.
+
+In a moment all the boys had flaming whiskers, and streaks of flame all
+over their faces.
+
+Peals of laughter resounded from all sides. Such a troop of little
+blazing imps were never seen before. Some had noses on fire, some ears;
+some made fiery circles round their eyes, and some rubbed their fingers
+with the matches--always taking care to wet them first--and ran after
+the rest.
+
+Only one person was frightened; and that was because she had not been
+let into the secret. This was a servant girl, who opened the door, and
+seeing a room full of dark figures, with faces on fire, dancing, and
+laughing, and capering about, she ran, screaming, up stairs, crying,
+"Murder! Fire! Help!" with all her might, which made the boys laugh till
+they were nearly suffocated. But Phil ran after her, and with much
+difficulty persuaded her that they were really human beings, and good
+friends of hers.
+
+After they had danced about for some time, Mr. Harrison advised them to
+go and wash their faces, and said that they had better not play this
+game again, as some accident might occur: a match might get lighted and
+set fire to their clothes. He said he had been willing to let them try
+it once, for then they would not be frightened if any wicked or
+thoughtless person should play a trick of this kind upon them. So the
+boys put up the matches, and went off to bed full of the fun they had
+had, and saying, that if they saw a person with his nose on fire, coming
+into their rooms at night, they would take hold of it, and give it a
+good pinching.
+
+During this time, each of the boys had written home for fireworks; and
+for two or three days before the Fifth of November, all kinds of boxes,
+directed to the different boys, had been left at Mr. Harrison's house,
+and safely locked up by him, until the right time.
+
+At last the day came. The boys tumbled out of bed in the greatest
+hurry, dressed, and went out on the lawn, where they gave nine hearty
+cheers; three for the day, three for Mr. Harrison, and three for fun.
+After that they all ran into the play-room, where they found the boxes,
+which had been put there the night before.
+
+Never were boxes opened so quickly. They tore off the tops, and for some
+moments nothing was heard on all sides but "Only look here," and "Just
+see _here_;" "Boys, here is my cannon;" "Here are lots of Roman
+candles," &c.
+
+They had crackers enough between them all to keep them busy the whole
+day, and they soon got to work at them, and such a popping and cracking
+began, as frightened all the cats and dogs about the house into the
+woods.
+
+It was fortunate that the house was situated on a hill, away from any
+other; so Mr. Harrison let them make as much noise as they pleased,
+without fear of disturbing any neighbours.
+
+Presently the bell rang for prayers, and directly after that they had
+breakfast; but the bread and milk and honey were not so much in favour
+as usual, for the boys were so full of the Fifth of November, that they
+had no time to think of honey.
+
+Nearly all the fireworks were piled up on a seat against the wall in the
+play-room. The boys were firing their crackers from their wooden
+pistols, at some distance from the house.
+
+For some time everything went on well. Mr. Harrison had strictly
+forbidden them to have any fire in or near the play-room, and they were
+careful to obey him. But, alas! I must tell you what happened through
+the thoughtlessness of one of the boys. He was the youngest and smallest
+of them all. He had fired off the crackers he had taken out, and he ran
+into the play-room to get more. He held in his hand a piece of punk. All
+boys know that this is what they use to light their fireworks, as it
+burns very slowly, and lasts very long. The punk which the little fellow
+held was burning. He had forgotten to lay it down. He went to the seat
+where the fireworks were, and began to pull them about to find his
+crackers.
+
+As he was leaning over, the punk slipped from his fingers, and fell into
+the midst of the combustibles.
+
+The little fellow was so terribly frightened at this, that he rushed out
+of the room, without trying to pick it up.
+
+In a moment the fireworks all began to go off together. Pop! crack!
+fizz! bang! whizz! went the elegant wheels and the crackers, the
+grasshoppers, the Roman candles and the snakes, while the smoke rushed
+through the house.
+
+Mr. Harrison ran out of his room where he was reading, and saw,
+instantly, that the house was in great danger of being burned down. The
+boys heard the noise, and came flying back to the play-room, to save
+what they could; but it was impossible to enter. The room was black with
+smoke, and they looked on dismayed, as they heard the popping and
+banging of their precious fireworks, while "Who did it?" "Who did it?"
+was asked on all sides.
+
+Mr. Harrison instantly shut all the doors leading to the play-room, and,
+quicker than I can tell you, he got some pails of water, and threw them
+into the room. After some effort, he succeeded in quenching the fire,
+and ending this display of fireworks, which was a very different one
+from what had been intended.
+
+But what a sight presented itself! There lay the blackened remnants of
+the wheels and Roman candles, and a large hole was burned in the side of
+the room. The blouses of the boys, which hung just above, were burned,
+some one arm, some both; and the room looked like desolation.
+
+After the fright, and hurry, and confusion, were over, Mr. Harrison
+called all the boys into the study. He looked very much offended,
+indeed; and asked in a stern voice, "Which boy went into the play-room
+with fire?"
+
+The poor little fellow who had done the mischief was crying bitterly. It
+was very easy to see that he was the guilty one, for the rest looked
+grave, but not confused.
+
+"Come to me, Edwin," said Mr. Harrison, "and tell me if you have
+disobeyed me; don't be afraid to speak the truth."
+
+"I did not mean to do it," sobbed the little boy. "I forgot to leave my
+punk outside, and I dropped it by accident. I am very, very sorry, Mr.
+Harrison. I am afraid all the boys will hate me, because I have spoiled
+their sport. I hope you will forgive me, sir." And here his tears and
+sobs redoubled.
+
+"Edwin," said his kind teacher, "do you not know that my house might
+have been burned to the ground by your carelessness?--and this night,
+which we expected to spend so joyfully, we might have been without a
+roof to cover us? I must punish you to make you remember this accident,
+which your thoughtless disobedience has occasioned. You must remain in
+the study until dinner-time. The rest of the boys may go out."
+
+When the boys were out on the lawn again, they got together in a knot,
+to talk about the accident. Some were very angry with Edwin, and said
+Mr. Harrison ought to have given him a tremendous flogging; but others
+were more generous. They were just as sorry for the loss of their
+fireworks; but, when they looked towards the house, and saw little Edwin
+gazing mournfully at them from the study window, and wiping away the
+tears that fell from his eyes, they were more sorry for him, and wished
+that he could be out among them. Still, they knew it was right that he
+should be punished.
+
+"Come, boys," said Phil, when they had been standing there talking some
+time,--"come, let us go and see if anything is left."
+
+They all ran to the play-room, and some of the boys cried out to
+Edwin,--
+
+"Don't cry, little fellow; we forgive you."
+
+"Why here," shouted Phil--"here's a lot of Roman candles all safe and
+sound. Hurrah!"
+
+"And here are six wheels in this corner," cried Thomas. "We are not so
+badly off, after all."
+
+The boys at this good news began to rummage under the pile of ruins, and
+managed to collect quite a respectable quantity of fireworks. There were
+enough left to make a display with in the evening, though not near so
+splendid as they had intended.
+
+"Hurrah!" cried the boys, "we have plenty of Fifth of November left."
+
+"I have lots of crackers outside," said Phil; "but we won't fire them
+off now. They will do for the small boys to-night. Let us go to the
+stable, and pay our respects to Napoleon, and Old Pudding-head. They
+will think themselves quite neglected on this glorious occasion."
+
+So they sallied off to the stable, and saddled the pony and the donkey,
+and led them out to the play-ground, where Napoleon treated them in turn
+to a very fine dance on his hind-legs, and Old Pudding-head, not to be
+behindhand in politeness, gave all the little boys a somersault over his
+nose. They had a first-rate frolic, and did not think once of the lost
+fireworks.
+
+After dinner--and a fine dinner they had of chickens, and goose-pie, and
+custard--Mr. Harrison took the boys (little Edwin, too) down into the
+village, where a band of musicians were playing and parading through the
+street. Every little while they would stop playing and hurrah! The boys
+always hurrahed when the band did, for boys in general are not slow
+about making a noise. So they made all the noise they possibly could,
+and came back to tea, each one so hoarse, that Mrs. Harrison asked them
+if they had frogs in their throats.
+
+At last the evening came, and a still and beautiful evening it was. The
+stars peeped out, one by one, and the moon stayed in--that is, she did
+not make her appearance until very late. They could not have had a finer
+night for the grand display.
+
+The family were all assembled on the lawn, and Mr. Harrison fixed the
+wheels so nicely, that they whizzed round in the most astonishing
+manner. The Roman candles went up beautifully, and the grasshoppers and
+snakes sent the little fellows laughing and scampering in all
+directions.
+
+The hurrahing was tremendous, and the shouts of laughter were tremendous
+too.
+
+Altogether they had a very nice time, and went off to bed tired, it is
+true, but highly pleased with their day's enjoyment--all except little
+Edwin. He sighed many times, and could hardly get to sleep; but his
+carelessness was a good lesson to him, for it afterwards made him the
+most careful boy in the school.
+
+After the Fifth of November, the boys settled down into their usual
+employments. Their gardens were carefully tended, and many a fine
+bouquet of flowers was presented with pride and pleasure to Mrs.
+Harrison. They ate pumpkin-pie, made with their own pumpkins, and
+thought them the most delicious pumpkins that ever grew; and their
+melons were the sweetest melons they ever tasted in all their lives.
+
+They were very attentive in school also; and at the end of the term,
+when the boys were preparing to go home for the holidays, they all said
+it was the pleasantest time they had ever spent together. They parted
+with their kind teacher with many thanks for his kindness, and hopes
+that after the holidays all would meet together again, and be as happy
+as before.
+
+
+
+
+THE CHRISTMAS PARTY.
+
+
+Mr. and Mrs. Percy had seven grandchildren, all very pretty and very
+good. These children did not all have the same father and mother--that
+is, Mr. and Mrs. Percy's eldest son had three children, whose names were
+Mary, and Carry, and Thomas; and one of their daughters was married, and
+had three children--their names were Willy, and Bella, and Fanny; and
+their youngest son was married and had one child. Her name was Sarah.
+She was the youngest of the children, and they all loved her very much,
+and her Grandma made a great pet of her.
+
+The children and their parents had been invited to eat a Christmas
+dinner with their Grandma, and they had been promised a little dance in
+the evening. Even little Sarah was to go, and stay to the ball, as she
+called it. They were glad, for they liked to go to their dear Grandma's
+very much.
+
+At last Christmas came. It was a bright, frosty day; the icicles that
+hung from the iron railing, sparkled as the sun shone upon them, and the
+little boys in the streets made sliding ponds of the gutters, and did
+not mind a bit when they came down on their backs, but jumped up and
+tried it again; and a great many people were hurrying along with large
+turkeys to cook for their Christmas dinner, and everybody looked very
+happy indeed.
+
+After these children, about whom I am telling you, came back from
+church, they were dressed very nicely, and although they lived in three
+different houses, they all got to their Grandma's very nearly at the
+same time. The first thing they did was to run up to their Grandma, and
+wish her a merry Christmas, and kiss her, and say that they hoped she
+felt quite well. Then they did the same to their Grandpa and Aunties,
+for they had two dear, kind aunts, who lived with their Grandparents.
+Then they all hugged and kissed each other, and jumped about so much,
+that some kissed noses and some kissed chins, and little Sarah was
+almost crazy with delight, for she had never been to so large a party
+before.
+
+"Grandma," said Willy, "I hung up my stocking last night, and what do
+you think I got in it?"
+
+His Grandma guessed that he got a birch-rod.
+
+"No," said Willy, laughing, "I got a doughnut in the shape of a monkey
+with a long tail; I ate the monkey for my breakfast, and it was very
+good indeed."
+
+The children all laughed at this, and Bella, Willy's sister, who was
+the oldest of all the children, said she thought Willy had a
+monkey-_look_ about him. So he went by the name of the monkey-eater for
+the rest of the day.
+
+Soon the bell rang for dinner, and they all went down stairs; for the
+children and grown people were to dine together. It was now quite dark,
+and the chandelier that hung over the table was lighted, the curtains
+were drawn close, the fire burnt brightly, and the table-cloth was so
+white and fine that it looked like satin.
+
+The happy party sat down at a large round table, and the children's eyes
+looked so bright and their cheeks so rosy, that it was the pleasantest
+sight in the world to see. Little Sarah could not help having a great
+many little laughs all to herself. She could not keep them in. She was
+only four years old, so you may suppose she could not look very grave
+and stiff on such a delightful occasion.
+
+When Willy saw his little cousin Sarah trying to hide her sparkling
+eyes, and her funny little laugh behind her mother's arm, he felt just
+as if somebody was tickling him. So he pinched his lips together very
+tight indeed, and casting his eyes up to the ceiling, tried to look as
+grave as a judge. But it would not do; he burst out into such a fit of
+laughing, that everybody else laughed too, and it was a long time before
+they could get their faces straight enough to eat their dinner.
+
+Would you like to know what they had for dinner? Well, I will tell you.
+After their Grandpa had asked a blessing, they had some very nice soup.
+The children did not care for soup. Then they had a fish stuffed with
+all sorts of things, and stewed, and the grown people said the fish was
+very nice; but the little ones did not care for that either. They then
+had some roast beef and a boiled turkey with oysters. The children all
+took turkey; Willy asked for a drum-stick, and his cousin Mary said he
+wanted it to beat the monkey he ate in the morning. Bella chose a
+merry-thought; little Sarah liked a hug-me-fast; Carry took a
+wishing-bone; Thomas said he would have the other drum-stick to help
+beat the monkey, and Fanny thanked her Grandma for a wing, so that she
+could fly away when the beating of the monkey took place.
+
+But this was not half the good things, for they afterwards had some
+delicious game, such as partridges, and woodcocks, and some fried
+oysters. All this pleased the grown people most. The children saved
+their appetites for the dessert. Well, after this, the cloth was taken
+off, and under that was another table-cloth just as white and fine as
+the first.
+
+Then came something that was quite astonishing. What do you think it
+was? It was a great plum-pudding all on fire! it blazed away terribly,
+and Willy thought they had better send for the fire-engines to put it
+out; but it was blown out very easily, and the children each had a very
+small piece, because it was too rich to eat much of, and their parents
+did not wish to make them ill.
+
+After that there came ice-creams, and jellies, and sweetmeats, that were
+perfectly delicious; and then the other white cloth was taken off, and
+under that was a beautiful red one. Then the servants put on the table
+what the children liked best of all, and that was a dish of fine
+motto-kisses, and oranges, and grapes, and other nice fine fruits.
+
+The children sent the mottoes to each other, and had a great deal of
+sport. Some one sent Willy this:--
+
+    "O William, William, 'tis quite plain to see
+     That all your life you will a monkey be."
+
+He thought his cousin Mary had sent it, because he saw that she was
+trying very hard to look grave, so he sent this to her:--
+
+    "Dear Mary, you are too severe--
+     You are too bad, I do declare;
+     Your motto has upset me quite,
+     I shan't get over it to-night."
+
+Mary laughed when she read it, and said she had been just as cruel to
+Thomas, for she had sent him this:--
+
+    "The rose is red, the violet blue,
+     The grass is green and so are you."
+
+They had a good laugh at Thomas, but as he laughed as hard as any one,
+it did no harm. Little Sarah had a great many mottoes. Her Mamma read
+them to her, and it pleased her very much. She said it was a very nice
+play, but she was tired with sitting such a long time at table, so her
+Mother let her slip down from her chair.
+
+Very soon all the rest got up, and went up stairs into the
+drawing-room. But what was that in the middle of the room? It seemed to
+be a large table covered all over with a red cloth. What could it be?
+Willy said, "Grandma, that table looks as if something was on it;" and
+little Sarah said, "Grandma, I guess Old Father Christmas has been
+here."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"Yes, dear children," said their Grandma, "Father Christmas has been
+here, and this time he looked very much like your Grandpa. He will be up
+soon, and then we will see what is on the table."
+
+Oh how the children did wish to peep! They could not look at anything
+else; they danced and jumped round the table, and were in a great hurry
+for their Grandpa. In a few minutes he came into the room, and all the
+children ran up to him and said, "Dear Grandpa, do let us see what you
+have got on the table."
+
+He smiled, and went to the table and took the cloth off. The children
+were so astonished that they could not say a single word; the table was
+covered with beautiful things, and under it was something that looked
+like a little red-brick house.
+
+"Well," said their kind Grandpa, "my dear children, you did not think
+you were going to be treated with such a fine show as this; you may go
+up to the table, and see if you can find out who they are for." The
+children gathered round the table, and Willy took from the top a fine
+brig with all her sails set, and colours flying. His eyes sparkled when
+he saw written on a slip of paper which lay on the deck, these words;
+"For my dear Willy." The children clapped their hands, and nothing was
+heard, but "How beautiful!" "What a fine ship!" "It is a brig of war,"
+said Willy: "only look at the little brass guns on her deck! Thank you,
+thank you, dear Grandpa. What is the name of my ship?"
+
+"Her name is painted on her stern," said his Grandpa. Willy looked, and
+saw that she was called the "Louisa." He blushed, and looked very funny,
+and the other children laughed, for Willy knew a very pretty little girl
+whose name was Louisa, and he liked her very much; and that was what
+made them laugh when they heard the name.
+
+After they had all admired the brig, they went back to the table, and
+there were two beautiful books, full of engravings or pictures, one for
+Bella and one for Mary; and next to these was a large wax doll for
+Carry, and another for Fanny. Carry's doll was dressed in blue satin,
+with a white satin hat and a lace veil, and Fanny's doll was dressed in
+pink satin with a black velvet hat and feathers--their eyes opened and
+shut, and they had beautiful faces.
+
+How delighted the little girls were! They hugged their dolls to their
+little breasts, and then ran to hug and kiss their Grandpa. Carry said,
+"My dolly's name shall be Rose;" and Fanny said, "My dolly's name shall
+be Christmas, because I got her on Christmas-day."
+
+Well I must hurry and tell you the rest, for I am afraid my story is
+getting too long. Thomas found for him a splendid menagerie, and all the
+animals made noises like real animals. There were roaring lions, and
+yelling tigers, and laughing hyenas, and braying asses, and chattering
+monkeys, and growling bears, and many other wild beasts. Oh, how pleased
+Thomas was, and all the children!
+
+Little Sarah did nothing but jump up and down, and say, "So many things!
+So many things! I never saw so many things!"
+
+But who was to have the little house under the table, I wonder? There
+was a little piece of paper sticking out of the chimney, and Sarah
+pulled it out and carried it to her Grandpa. He took her up in his arms,
+and read it to her. What was written on it was, "A baby-house for my
+little darling Sarah."
+
+"Why, I guess this must be for you," said Grandpapa.
+
+"Yes, it is for me," said the little girl; "my name is Sarah, and it
+must be for me."
+
+Her Grandpa put her down, and led her to the table. He drew the little
+house out, and opened it. The whole front of the house opened, and
+there, inside, were two rooms; one was a parlour, and one a bedroom. The
+children all cried out, "What a fine baby-house! Look at the
+centre-table, and the red velvet chairs; and only see the elegant
+curtains! Oh dear! how beautiful it is!"
+
+Little Sarah did not say a word. She stood before the baby-house with
+her hands stretched out, and jumped up and down, her eyes shining like
+diamonds. She was too much pleased to speak. She looked so funny jumping
+up and down all the time, that she made Willy laugh again, and then
+everybody laughed.
+
+At last she said, "There is a young lady sitting in the chair with a
+red sash on. I think she wants to come out."
+
+"Well, you may take her out," said her Grandpa. So Sarah took the young
+lady out, and then took up the chairs and sofa, one by one, and smoothed
+the velvet, and looked at the little clock on the mantelpiece, and
+opened the little drawers of the bureau; and then putting them down, she
+began to jump again.
+
+There was never such a happy party before. The children hardly wished to
+dance, they were so busy looking at their presents. But after a little
+while they had a very nice dance. One of their aunts played for them;
+she played so well, and kept such nice time, that it was quite a
+pleasure to hear her.
+
+It was now quite late, and little Sarah had fallen fast asleep on the
+sofa, with the young lady out of the baby-house clasped tight to her
+little bosom. So they wrapped her up, doll and all, in a great shawl,
+and the rest put on their nice warm coats and cloaks; and after a great
+deal of hugging and kissing, they got into the carriages with their
+parents, and went home happy and delighted.
+
+Thus ended this joyful Christmas-day.
+
+
+
+
+LONDON:
+
+Printed by G. BARCLAY, Castle St. Leicester Sq.
+
+
+
+
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