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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: 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: ISO-8859-1 + +*** 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) + + + + + + +</pre> + + +<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 & 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!—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!—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!—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!—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—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—a real live brother!" +said Susan, laughing.</p> + +<p>"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.</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—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—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,—</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?—<br /></span> +<span class="i3">It is the sun—the sun;<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Shedding around its cheerful light,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">It is the sun—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,—</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,—</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—</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,—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,—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,—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—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,—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—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,—</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?—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—I am so happy! +They are exactly alike,—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,—</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—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.</p> + +<p>The twins heard her laugh, so they laughed +too; and George cried out, "Mother, this sugar +is nice—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—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—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.</p> + +<p>Very soon he said, "Mamma, I am so hungry—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?—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—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,—</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,—who was two years +younger than her brother, and much smaller, +and had a great respect for him,—"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, &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,—</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:—</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—always +taking care to wet them first—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," &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?—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,—"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,—</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—"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—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.</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—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—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—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.</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:—</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:—</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—<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:—</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—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. 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