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+The Project Gutenberg eBook, Boys and Girls Bookshelf; a Practical Plan of
+Character Building, Volume I (of 17), by Various, Edited by William Byron
+Forbush, Herbert Treadwell Wade, Winton James Baltzell, Rossiter Johnson,
+and Daniel Edwin Wheeler
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+Title: Boys and Girls Bookshelf; a Practical Plan of Character Building, Volume I (of 17)
+       Fun and Thought for Little Folk
+
+
+Author: Various
+
+Editor: William Byron Forbush, Herbert Treadwell Wade, Winton James
+Baltzell, Rossiter Johnson, and Daniel Edwin Wheeler
+
+Release Date: May 6, 2008  [eBook #25359]
+
+Language: English
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+***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK BOYS AND GIRLS BOOKSHELF; A
+PRACTICAL PLAN OF CHARACTER BUILDING, VOLUME I (OF 17)***
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+BOYS AND GIRLS BOOKSHELF
+
+     _A Practical Plan of Character Building_
+
+          COMPLETE IN SEVENTEEN VOLUMES
+
+ I     Fun and Thought for Little Folk
+ II    Folk-Lore, Fables, and Fairy Tales
+ III   Famous Tales and Nature Stories
+ IV    Things to Make and Things to Do
+ V     True Stories from Every Land
+ VI    Famous Songs and Picture Stories
+ VII   Nature and Outdoor Life, Part I
+ VIII  Nature and Outdoor Life, Part II
+ IX    Earth, Sea, and Sky
+ X     Games and Handicraft
+ XI    Wonders of Invention
+ XII   Marvels of Industry
+ XIII  Every Land and its Story
+ XIV   Famous Men and Women
+ XV    Bookland--Story and Verse, Part I
+ XVI   Bookland--Story and Verse, Part II
+ XVII  Graded and Classified Index
+
+             THE UNIVERSITY SOCIETY
+                  INCORPORATED
+                   _New York_
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration:             MAROONED
+               FROM A DRAWING BY MABEL LUCIE ATTWELL]
+
+
+
+
+                 BOYS AND GIRLS
+                    BOOKSHELF
+
+     _A Practical Plan of Character Building_
+
+              Little Folks' Section
+
+        Prepared Under the Supervision of
+  THE EDITORIAL BOARD _of the_ UNIVERSITY SOCIETY
+
+                    Volume I
+         FUN AND THOUGHT FOR LITTLE FOLK
+
+             THE UNIVERSITY SOCIETY
+                  INCORPORATED
+                   _New York_
+
+
+
+
+              Copyright, 1920, By
+          THE UNIVERSITY SOCIETY INC.
+
+           Copyright, 1912, 1915, By
+          THE UNIVERSITY SOCIETY INC.
+
+
+        _Manufactured in the U. S. A._
+
+
+
+
+THE EDITORIAL BOARD
+OF
+THE UNIVERSITY SOCIETY INC.
+
+ _General Editor_: WILLIAM BYRON FORBUSH, PH.D., LITT.D.
+  Author of "The Boy Problem"
+
+ _Technical Editor:_
+  HERBERT TREADWELL WADE
+  Technical Editor of The New International Encyclopedia
+
+ _Literature Editor:_
+  ROSSITER JOHNSON, PH.D., LL.D.
+  Editor of "Little Classics"
+
+ _Music Editor:_
+  WINTON JAMES BALTZELL, A.B., MUS. BAC.
+  Secretary of The National Academy of Music
+
+ _Associate Editor:_
+  DANIEL EDWIN WHEELER
+  Editorial Director of the Edison Industries
+
+ _Office Editor:_ JENNIE ELLIS BURDICK
+  Editor of "The Children's Own Library"
+
+
+_PARTIAL LIST OF SPECIAL CONTRIBUTORS_
+
+  JOSEPH H. ADAMS,
+  Editor of "Harper's Practical Books for Boys"
+
+  T. GEORGE ALLEN,
+  Curator of the Oriental Museum, University of Chicago
+
+  MARY W. ARTOIS,
+  Traveler and Writer
+
+  ROGER W. BABSON,
+  Author of "Central America"
+
+  GRACE GERTRUDE BARDEN,
+  Teacher of Domestic Science
+
+  HARRY K. BEASLEY,
+  Electrical Engineer and Author
+
+  C. S. BRAININ, Ph.D.,
+  Professor of Astronomy, Columbia University
+
+  M. ALSTON BUCKLEY,
+  Retold Tales and Fact Articles
+
+  FRANK H. CHELEY,
+  Editor of the "Father and Son Library"
+
+  LAURA CLARKE,
+  Author of Fact Articles
+
+  CARL HARRY CLAUDY,
+  Author of "First Book of Photography"
+
+  JOHN H. CLIFFORD,
+  Associate-Editor of "The Young Folks'
+  Treasury," "The Mother's Book," etc.
+
+  CLAYTON S. COOPER
+  Author of "Understanding South America"
+
+  LEE S. CRANDALL,
+  Curator, New York Zoological Park
+
+  WALTER ALDEN DYER,
+  Author and former Managing Editor of _Country Life in America_
+
+  WILLIAM H. EASTON, Ph.D.,
+  Publicity Department of the Westinghouse Electric and Manufacturing Co.
+
+  ARTHUR ELSON,
+  Musical Critic and Author of "The Book of Musical Knowledge"
+
+  PHILIP D. FAGANS,
+  Executive Secretary of the Woodcraft League
+
+  JOHN CLARKE FARBER, A.M.,
+  Lieutenant, United States National Army
+
+  LOUISE MAUNSELL FIELD,
+  Fiction Reviewer of _The New York Times_
+
+  EHRMA G. FILER,
+  Fact Articles
+
+  HUGO FROELICH AND
+  BONNIE E. SNOW,
+  Authors of "Industrial Art" textbooks
+
+  JULIA A. GLEASON,
+  Teacher of Sewing, Cornell University
+
+  WILLIAM ELLIOT GRIFFIS, D.D., L.H.D.,
+  Lecturer and Author
+
+  ISABEL F. HAPGOOD,
+  Author of "Russian Rambles"
+
+  HILDEGARDE HAWTHORNE,
+  Author and Critic
+
+  ROSE HENDERSON,
+  Biographer and Travel Writer
+
+  HENRY WALTON JONES,
+  Fact Articles
+
+  GRACE LEE KNELL,
+  Teacher of Manual Training, Ridgewood, N.J., Schools
+
+  O. IVAN LEE,
+  Analytical Chemist
+
+  CHARLES HENRY LERRIGO, M.D.,
+  Former President of the Kansas State Board of Health
+
+  HARRIS W. MOORE,
+  Author of "Manual Training Toys"
+
+  JOHN T. NICHOLS,
+  Curator of Fish at the American Museum of Natural History
+
+  T. GILBERT PEARSON,
+  Executive Secretary of the National Association of Audubon Societies
+
+  E. L. D. SEYMOUR,
+  Farm Editor of _Country Life_
+
+  MORGAN SHEPARD (JOHN MARTIN),
+  Writer of Illustrated Letters to Children
+
+  ROBERT W. SHUFELDT, M.D., U.S.M.C.,
+  Head of the Science Bureau, Washington, D. C.
+
+  ELVA S. SMITH,
+  Children's Librarian of the Carnegie Library, Pittsburgh
+
+  MABELL SHIPPIE CLARKE SMITH,
+  Author and Lecturer
+
+  MARY V. WORSTELL,
+  Author, Editor, and Lecturer
+
+  KATHARINE S. WORTHINGTON,
+  Teacher of English in the Finch School
+
+
+_PARTIAL LIST OF AUTHORS REPRESENTED_
+IN THE BOYS AND GIRLS BOOKSHELF BY SELECTIONS FROM THEIR WRITINGS
+
+  FREDERICK UPHAM ADAMS,
+  Mechanical Engineer and Author
+
+  ROALD AMUNDSEN,
+  Leader of the Norwegian Polar Expedition which reached the South Pole
+
+  HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN,
+  Danish Poet and Fabulist
+
+  CAROLYN SHERWIN BAILEY,
+  Writer of Stories and Books for Children and Young Folks
+
+  RALPH HENRY BARBOUR,
+  Author of "The Crimson Sweater" and other books for boys
+
+  L. FRANK BAUM,
+  Author of "The Wizard of Oz," "Queen Zixie of Ix"
+  and other children's books
+
+  ALEXANDER GRAHAM BELL, Ph.D., M.D., Sc.D.,
+  Scientist and Inventor
+
+  JOHN STUART BLACKIE,
+  Scottish Scholar and Man-of-letters
+
+  RICHARD DODDRIDGE BLACKMORE,
+  English Novelist
+
+  JOHN HENRY BONER,
+  Editor and Poet
+
+  ELBRIDGE STREETER BROOKS,
+  Author of "Historic Boys" and "Historic Girls"
+
+  WINIFRED BUCK,
+  Author of "The American Girl"
+
+  GELETT BURGESS,
+  Draughtsman and Author
+
+  THORNTON WALDO BURGESS,
+  Author of "Old Mother West Wind"
+
+  ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING,
+  Poet
+
+  ROBERT BROWNING,
+  Poet
+
+  ROBERT BURNS,
+  Poet
+
+  CHARLES H. CAFFIN,
+  Author of "A Guide to Pictures"
+
+  CHARLES DICKENS,
+  Novelist
+
+  MARY MAPES DODGE,
+  Author and Editor
+
+  NATHAN HASKELL DOLE,
+  Author of "Young Folks' History of Russia," etc.
+
+  ALEXANDRE DUMAS,
+  Novelist
+
+  M. S. EMERY,
+  Author of "How to Enjoy Pictures"
+
+  EUGENE FIELD,
+  Poet
+
+  WILLIAM LOVELL FINLEY,
+  State Biologist of Oregon
+
+  EDWARD HOWE FORBUSH,
+  State Ornithologist of Massachusetts
+
+  MARY E. WILKINS FREEMAN,
+  Novelist
+
+  MATTHEW PAGE GAFFNEY,
+  Headmaster of the Roger Ascham School
+
+  REV. WASHINGTON GLADDEN,
+  Author of "Santa Claus on a Lark," "Social Salvation," etc.
+
+  JOEL CHANDLER HARRIS,
+  Author of "Uncle Remus Stories"
+
+  ELIZABETH HARRISON,
+  President of the National Kindergarten College
+
+  NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE,
+  Novelist
+
+  CHARLES FREDERICK HOLDER,
+  Author of "Big Game Fish of the United States"
+
+  VICTOR HUGO,
+  Poet and Novelist
+
+  FREDERICK WINTHROP HUTCHINSON,
+  Author of "The Men Who Found America"
+
+  JEAN INGELOW,
+  Poet and Novelist
+
+  WASHINGTON IRVING,
+  Historian, Essayist, and Novelist
+
+  TUDOR JENKS,
+  Author of "Boys' Book of Explorations,"
+  "Electricity for Young People," etc.
+
+  CHARLES KINGSLEY,
+  Clergyman and Author
+
+  GUSTAVE KOBBE,
+  Author of "Wagner's Music Dramas Analyzed"
+
+  CHARLES LAMB,
+  Critic, Humorist, and Author
+
+  SIDNEY LANIER,
+  Poet and Critic
+
+  EDMUND LEAMY,
+  Author of "The Golden Spears"
+
+  MAUD McKNIGHT LINDSAY,
+  Author of "Mother Stories"
+
+  HENRY W. LONGFELLOW,
+  Poet
+
+  SILAS ALPHA LOTTRIDGE,
+  Author of "Animal Snapshots and How Made"
+
+  FREDERIC A. LUCAS,
+  Director of the American Museum of Natural History
+
+  INEZ N. McFEE,
+  Author of "Tales of Common Things"
+
+  PETER MacQUEEN,
+  Lecturer and Author of "Around the World With the Flag"
+
+  JOHN MILTON,
+  Poet
+
+  ALFRED NOYES,
+  Poet
+
+  ALBERT BIGELOW PAINE,
+  Author of "The Van Dwellers," "Mark Twain" and other works
+
+  GIFFORD PINCHOT,
+  Systematic Forester
+
+  EMILIE POULSSON,
+  Author of "Finger Plays"
+
+  LAURA ELIZABETH RICHARDS,
+  Author of the "Hildegarde" Books and "The Golden Windows"
+
+  JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY,
+  Poet
+
+  JOHN RUSKIN,
+  Art Critic and Writer
+
+  SIR WALTER SCOTT,
+  Novelist and Poet
+
+  ANNA SEWELL
+  Novelist
+
+  ROBERT W. SERVICE,
+  Author of "The Spell of the Yukon"
+
+  ERNEST THOMPSON SETON,
+  Artist, Author, and Lecturer
+
+  WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE,
+  Poet and Dramatist
+
+  PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY,
+  Poet
+
+  VILHJALMUR STEFANSSON,
+  Arctic Explorer
+
+  ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON,
+  Poet, Essayist, and Novelist
+
+  ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON,
+  Poet
+
+  MRS. GUDRUN THORNE-THOMSEN,
+  Author of "East o' the Sun and West o' the Moon,"
+  and other Norwegian Folk Tales
+
+  EVERETT TITSWORTH TOMLINSON, Ph.D., L.H.D.,
+  Author of "Three Young Continentals"
+
+  CAROLYN WELLS,
+  Author of "A Nonsense Anthology" and the "Marjorie" Books
+
+  JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER,
+  Poet and Author
+
+  LEONARD WOOD,
+  Major-General, United States Army
+
+  ORVILLE WRIGHT,
+  Aviator and Inventor
+
+
+PARTIAL LIST OF ILLUSTRATORS
+_Examples of whose work appear in the_ BOYS AND GIRLS BOOKSHELF
+
+  JOHN W. ALEXANDER     F. S. CHURCH         LUCY FITCH PERKINS
+  ANNIE ANDERSON        CLYDE O. DELAND      HOWARD PYLE
+  FLORENCE ANDERSON     EDMUND DULAC         ARTHUR RACKHAM
+  CULMER BARNES         RUTH HALLOCK         FREDERICK REMINGTON
+  FRANK L. BAUM         FLORENCE HARRISON    F. REUTERDAHL
+  J. CARTER BEARD       R. BRUCE HORSFALL    HARRY ROUNTREE
+  W. T. BENDA           GEORGE W. JOY        CARL RUNGIUS
+  JOHN BENNETT          E. W. KEMBLE         EDMUND J. SAWYER
+  ANNA WHELAN BETTS     EMILIE BENSON KNIPE  ERNEST THOMPSON SETON
+  R. B. BIRCH           CHARLES F. LESTER    R. SHRADOR
+  E. H. BLASHFIELD      J. C. LEYENDECKER    HAROLD SICHEL
+  R. I. BRASHER         H. MOORE             HUGH SPENCER
+  PAMELA VINTON BROWN   H. A. OGDEN          ALICE BARBER STEPHENS
+  HARRISON CADY         MONRO S. ORR         FRANK STICK
+  BESS BRUCE CLEVELAND  MAXFIELD PARRISH     SARA S. STILLWELL
+  F. Y. CORY            MALCOLM PATTERSON    C. R. SWAN
+  LILIAN A. COVEY       E. C. PEIXOTTO       ALBERTINE RANDALL WHEELAN
+
+
+
+
+GENERAL INTRODUCTION
+
+
+Books are as essentially a part of the home where boys and girls are
+growing into manhood and womanhood as any other part of the furnishings.
+Parents have no more right to starve a child's mind than they have his
+body. If a child is to take his place among the men and women of his
+time he needs to know the past out of which the present grew, and he
+needs to know what is going on in the world in which he lives. He needs
+tools for his brain as much as for his hands. All these things are
+found, and found only, in books.
+
+The child is helpless to provide himself with these necessaries for
+life. The majority of parents are eager that their children shall start
+early and right on that road which leads to honorable success. But it is
+impossible for any parent, by no matter how liberal an expenditure, to
+collect books that shall adequately cover all a child's needs and
+interests. This is the task of experts.
+
+
+INSTRUCTIVE PLAY
+
+Recent studies of childhood have emphasized the conviction that a child
+develops his talents even more in his playtime than in his school; his
+spontaneous activities build up his fourfold--physical, mental, social,
+and moral--nature. Probably no collection of books has been more
+strongly affected by this modern discovery than the BOYS AND GIRLS
+BOOKSHELF. The whole effort has been to utilize the child's
+play-interests so that they shall express themselves in joyous ways that
+lead into the world of invention and industry, of imagination and
+achievement, of science and art and music, of character and worth-while
+deeds.
+
+Children's collections have had various literary styles. The
+encyclopedia is comprehensive, but stately and often dull; it will
+answer the question of the child, but it does not lead the child toward
+more knowledge. The scrapbook is interesting, but it has no plan or
+order. The "inspirational" book is full of fine sentiments, but without
+facts or much information.
+
+
+THE PURPOSE OF _THE BOOKSHELF_
+
+The BOOKSHELF is so built that it creates a desire for knowledge, and
+then satisfies that desire. At the same time the BOOKSHELF does not
+pretend to tell all that is known on any one subject. The Editors have
+selected the subjects concerning which no one should be ignorant, and
+have seen to it that the information is given in an attractive form with
+plenty of illustrative material, and that when the reader is finished
+he will have a working knowledge of the subject. To awaken minds and to
+make them alert and receptive has been the aim in making the BOOKSHELF.
+
+
+THE PLAN AND SCOPE
+
+The BOOKSHELF begins with the dawn of intelligence in the child, and
+goes with him through the morning of childhood, and into the noonday of
+youth. It contains a complete stock of finger-plays, action-plays,
+lullabies, and other entertaining and educational material enjoyable to
+babies and little children; it reaches into and through the high-school
+age. In fact, the BOOKSHELF, with its valuable scientific and
+natural-history material, its information about inventions and
+industries, and its literary treasures, is an asset to the library even
+of an adult.
+
+The BOOKSHELF is classified. In some libraries material upon an
+unrelated variety of subjects may be found within the covers of a single
+volume. This feature has been tried and found wanting. It means that
+when the reader is on the trail of a given subject he never knows where
+to look for it, and he is likely to have to hunt through several volumes
+before he learns what he wants to know. The argument for an unclassified
+library is that the child who is reading a story may happen at the end
+of that story upon an article containing valuable information, and thus
+be lured on to read it. Children are not so easily beguiled. The mental
+distinction of being, as it were, forced to spring from one theme to
+another certainly counterbalances any supposed advantage in the
+scrapbook arrangement. "A place for everything, and everything in its
+place," is as true an adage and as necessary to remember and to practise
+to-day as it ever was.
+
+In addition to classifying the contents of the BOOKSHELF, the Editors
+have graded the material. Any collection that is purchased for a home
+and leaves out the needs of the children of any given age is
+disappointing to that home. There is also a Graded Index, which is an
+enlargement upon the general plan.
+
+On the very day of its birth a baby enters the child's garden of life.
+In this beautiful place there are weeds as well as flowers, and father
+and mother must guide the little adventurer so that only the good
+flowers are developed, while the weeds are held in check and the
+poisonous plants torn up and destroyed. Earnest parents feel this
+responsibility very keenly. In "Fun and Thought for Little Folk" there
+is a well-selected collection of jingles, stories, and play exercises
+for babies up to about three or four years of age. It covers the
+earliest informal education of a child, from finger-play days to the
+alphabet period. It helps parents who wish to enjoy their little
+children and who do not wish such enjoyment to be a mere matter of
+chance. Trained kindergartners with the modern viewpoint had much to do
+with this collection. Not only does it delight the little folk, but it
+is also the first material for child-training.
+
+Educators are making much nowadays of fairy stories and wonder-tales.
+The imaginative man, they say, is the effective man, because he has the
+mental vision which sees farther than the physical eye; and they urge
+that all children should be the possessors of these nursery tales that
+have made children happy for so many centuries. "Folk-lore, Fables, and
+Fairy Tales" is the result of careful comparative study of all the
+leading anthologies, with added research into sources that have not
+otherwise been thoroughly explored.
+
+The folk-lore of many races and times has been sifted, and wherever
+necessary it has been retold so as to be suitable to modern tastes and
+needs of modern children. Whatever was gruesome or morally undesirable
+has been omitted, but the flavor and the language of the past have been
+retained. Here are "Cinderella," "Tom Thumb," and all the other
+favorites of our childhood days, together with the stories that are told
+to the children in the four corners of the world. While these will be
+read to our boys and girls before they are able to read for themselves,
+they will turn back again and again to this department as they grow
+older. There is perpetual youth in the tales evolved by a race in its
+infancy.
+
+From the fairy-tale and the folk-lore period, when beasts and trees and
+all that is about them speak to them in words they can understand,
+children develop into a stage where they want stories, or, as we say
+when we are older, fiction. Both they and we mean tales that while
+untrue yet would be possible of happening. At this age, also, children
+desire to learn the habits of the animals they see on the farm, in the
+zoo, and in the circus. The importance of giving children an early
+acquaintance with good literature is unquestioned, but even the most
+earnest parent has difficulty in making the selection, finding the
+source in available form, and keeping out what is unworthy.
+
+"Famous Tales and Nature Stories" has been made with care. Many of the
+world's famous stories are collected here, and wherever possible they
+are in the original language. The nature stories, about flowers and
+trees, birds and insects, are not formal, but are planned to give the
+child direct contact with nature and to assist the good habit of direct
+and interested observation.
+
+This division also includes a Primer and a First Reader, made according
+to modern principles. Enough reading material is furnished in graded
+form to enable the home teacher to help her little pupil master the
+elements of reading, or the child will use it himself to supplement the
+work of the teacher in school, if the mother is too busy with her other
+tasks to permit her the enjoyment of teaching her child to read.
+
+All modern kindergarten teaching to-day centers about the development of
+the child's own impulses and interests. Of these the two most noticeable
+are the tendency to play and the tendency to construct. Even if a mother
+had no higher motive than to keep her little child out of mischief she
+would welcome a treasury of devices that will always be at hand to
+answer the question, "Mother, what shall I do now?" But most mothers
+appreciate the value and importance of well directed play and work. In
+"Things to Make and Things to Do" are given the directions for
+elementary cooking, sewing, woodworking and other handicraft. Successful
+teachers who are close to young children, and who kept home conditions
+in mind in all their writing, prepared these sections. Educationally
+they are sound, but, better than that, they are simple and explicit, and
+within the reach of the resources of each home. Here, too, are the
+suggestions for the directed and undirected play of the wee tots. The
+material in this department, while complete in itself, will prepare the
+way for and supplement all teaching in schools of these important
+subjects. It is of the first importance that boys and girls recognize
+the true nature of work and play. This department will help them in the
+right direction.
+
+As a child grows older he craves true stories. "Mother, did it really
+happen?" "Father, was that make-believe or real?" These questions are
+but the sign of mental and spiritual growing pains. If the child is
+wisely aided, that poise which is so envied by the self-conscious person
+will be his. The chief factor in poise is knowledge.
+
+To be at home in many lands and times is the mark of a really educated
+man or woman. Not all of us can actually travel, not all of us can have
+the privilege of the acquaintance of the world's great men and women,
+but it is within the reach of every one to-day to discover, through
+picture and description, the world's most far-away lands, and in the
+pages of books to have an intimate and inspiring acquaintance with the
+heroes of the nations. If we wish our children to be fine types of men
+and women, we must form their tastes in these large directions before
+they are overwhelmed by what is so ephemeral and worthless in literature
+and drama of the day.
+
+"True Stories from Every Land" is prepared to catch the attention and to
+hold the interest of young children. Foreign lands are studied not by
+their boundaries and political affairs, but through the home life, the
+customs, the sports, and the work of their children, their men, and
+their women. The approach to history is made by biographies of some of
+the most interesting heroes, and especially by accounts of the
+adventurous pioneer days of America. The illustrations in this
+department are multitudinous, graphic, up-to-date, and many of them
+unusual. These stories will assist in home and school studies, because
+they illustrate the history, customs, manners, and peoples of different
+countries. They will help little children to learn how to read, and
+incidentally teach them much that will help them to appreciate the
+privilege and responsibility of being good Americans.
+
+A good book of songs, familiar, tuneful, suitable to all occasions, and
+graded to suit the differing tastes of separate members of the family,
+is always welcome. The collection of "Famous Songs," edited by Winton
+James Baltzell, is skillfully assembled from the best song-books
+available, and it also contains many pieces of unusual charm not so
+generally known. The songs for little children, for instance, are based
+upon a list approved by our leading kindergartners. A novel feature is
+that not only are the songs within range of children's voices, but many
+of them have been arranged for instrumental use, and some for
+folk-dancing.
+
+In "Picture Stories" we have a delightful series of reproductions of
+masterpieces of painting and sculpture of the world's great art eras.
+Old masters and modern are well represented. The descriptions were
+written for children, remembering their interest in the story-element in
+pictures, and including inspiring details of the artists' lives. In the
+other volumes are many more reproductions of masterpieces.
+
+There are two volumes entitled "Nature and Outdoor Life"; the first one,
+"Trees, Flowers, Amphibians, and Reptiles," begins with talks about
+earth, air, and sky, the clouds and weather, the seasons, the ways of
+bees and bugs and birds, illustrated with portraits of real children
+busy in observing the things of nature. Then follow sections on Familiar
+Flowers, Plant Life, Common Trees, and Reptiles and Amphibians, each
+written by an expert on the subject, and all profusely illustrated with
+photographs and drawings, many of the illustrations being in color. All
+this material is written in an easy and familiar style and in a manner
+to stimulate the right kind of curiosity. Children are encouraged to ask
+questions, and are unconsciously led to observe and read for themselves.
+Both this volume and its companion, "Birds, Animals, and Insects," help
+boys and girls to find out many secrets of nature. In the second nature
+series we begin with pets and domestic animals, and then study the wild
+animals and birds of America. Next we learn of the ways of the birds and
+animals in other lands, which we meet in the zoölogical gardens of our
+own country. The volume closes with descriptions of the invertebrates.
+
+The natural sciences are cared for in "Earth, Sea, and Sky." Each
+division is more fascinating than the last, as it unfolds the world to
+us. We all want to know, and ought to know, more about the sphere upon
+which we live, its place in the universe, how it came to be peopled, and
+what are some of the laws that govern its magnificent forces and
+changes. This department is as interesting to old as to young, though it
+will find a warm place in the hearts of the youths who are just getting
+interested in physics, physiography, chemistry, and electricity.
+
+An earlier volume covered the play and hand-work of little children. Our
+young people are now ready for games more skillful and coöperative, and
+handicraft more elaborate and involving a finer finish. "Games and
+Handicraft" supplies this need. If we are going to have a more
+interesting home life, if we are going to keep our boys and girls off
+the streets and away (sometimes) from the movies, if we are going to
+supplement the textbook work of the schools by the education of the
+hands, we need adequate handbooks to guide us. Sometimes such books are
+too vague to be practical. Here are working-drawings that are detailed
+and exact. That these projects can be executed is evidenced by the
+photographs of the finished work.
+
+"Where can I get up-to-date, interesting and trustworthy descriptions of
+modern inventions for my young folks?" How many times this question is
+asked of book-store clerks by fathers! How often is a satisfactory
+answer given? Often such books are not up to date; usually they are too
+technical to be interesting; if they are interesting they are often
+untrustworthy; and none of them covers more than a portion of the
+ground. "Wonders of Invention" represents an earnest endeavor to meet
+this wide need within the covers of a single volume. The Editors were
+fortunate in obtaining for this department the coöperation of steamship
+companies, great electrical concerns, concrete firms, inventors and
+others "who know." The illustrations were selected individually, and add
+to the value and interest of the text.
+
+
+VOCATIONAL GUIDANCE
+
+As a child develops toward maturity his talents begin to focus and his
+interests to direct themselves toward some special life occupation. The
+matter of Vocational Guidance is the most vital thing in education
+to-day, but wisdom in this field is far to seek. Changes in the
+industrial world are so rapid that books giving mere statistics of
+salaries and requirements are soon out of date, and they have no appeal
+to the young. Motive, rather than immediate gain, is what affects young
+people; and the Editors of The BOOKSHELF have felt that the one wise way
+to approach this great question is to describe the important activities
+of the world and some of the men who have been occupied in them, that
+young readers may be able to make an intelligent choice, and at the same
+time discover their own special talents. This section of The BOOKSHELF
+is known as "Marvels of Industry." Aside from its value as a vocational
+guide, this volume will add much to the enjoyment of the family circle
+because of the facts that are gleaned from a perusal of its pages.
+
+In "True Stories from Every Land" the little folks made the acquaintance
+of the world's children. It is now time for the older young folk to
+travel. In "Every Land and Its Story" we take a journey around the
+world, beginning in North America, covering the rest of the New World,
+and then going to Europe, Asia, Africa, Australia, and the islands of
+the sea. The greatest emphasis is laid upon the lands that we love the
+most. In the United States the eight great natural divisions are
+described, then the Indians, the National Parks, Alaska, and Porto
+Rico. The greatest cities are visited in turn, the characteristics of
+each being picturesquely described. Canada is visited in the same way.
+In each case the country is described by a competent, interesting
+traveler, in many instances by one who has lived there a long time, and
+in some cases by a famous writer. Carefully chosen photographs
+illustrate this department.
+
+Carlyle was right, at least as far as young people are concerned, when
+he insisted that history is only biography. The character-making
+influence of great lives has never been denied, and ought never to be
+neglected. "Famous Men and Women" begins with the men who made the
+United States and Canada. It tells about some of the living Men Who
+Count to-day. A simple graphic history of the greatest event in history,
+the World War of 1914-1918, is given. Then comes a glorious pageant of
+Scientists and Inventors, Writers and Rulers, National Heroes, and
+Servants of the Common Good. This material will not only form an
+excellent supplemental reading book, but a valued treasury for everyday
+inspiration.
+
+Crowning the collection, and of surpassing importance, is
+"Bookland--Story and Verse." This is an introduction to the best
+literature in poetry and prose for young people from twelve to twenty;
+in fact, for young people from twelve to eighty. The prose stories are
+presented in the language of the masters themselves. There is no
+diluting of their fine literary style. Careful abridgments have been
+made by well-known literary critics, but the essence of these
+masterpieces has been retained. This is important: our young people
+should know the great, not only about them. The poems are usually given
+entire.
+
+In making the General Index and the Graded Index the Editors have
+remembered that these are for use, not to fill space. The General Index
+is practical and will help the user to find just what he is looking for,
+and to find it quickly. The Graded Index is intended primarily for the
+use of the parent. It sorts out and selects the best material for each
+age. First is given a brief, clear account of the tastes and needs of
+Infancy, Early Childhood, Middle Childhood, Late Childhood, and
+Adolescence. Then all the material in The BOOKSHELF is assorted under
+its score of important subjects, and put in the grade where it belongs.
+By this plan the child may be directed to what he wants and needs now,
+and each year he will grow more and more into the riches of his
+BOOKSHELF.
+
+
+QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS
+
+Many questions are listed in the Indexes. This is a very instructive
+feature, for it often sets the mind alert in some new direction and
+starts fresh lines of interest and research. These questions may be made
+the means of making many a family evening one of pleasure and profit, as
+one member asks the questions and the others take turns in answering
+them.
+
+
+AMERICAN
+
+The BOOKSHELF is American in viewpoint, but worldwide in outlook. While
+it has been produced within the United States, it is larger than the
+United States or even than North America. Unusual space is given to
+Canadian affairs and interests, and the rest of the world has not been
+neglected. Throughout the entire set, and in the CHILD WELFARE MANUAL,
+available to parents in connection with The BOOKSHELF, there is an
+emphasis on character, uprightness, honor, service, which is distinctly
+aimed to build up that type of manhood and womanhood for which the good
+American is famed at home and abroad.
+
+
+ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
+
+The Publishers and the Editors wish to thank each and every one of the
+individuals who have coöperated with them to make The BOOKSHELF what it
+is. The courtesy, the heartiness with which assistance has been given,
+the belief of these friends in the success of the ideals of The
+BOOKSHELF, have made the task of compiling, editing, and manufacturing a
+pleasure.
+
+Special acknowledgment must be given at this time to the photographers,
+Brown Brothers, Underwood & Underwood, and the Publishers Photo Service,
+for the use of many copyrighted pictures from their files. In a number
+of instances, when they did not have a particular picture desired, it
+was made by one of them specially for The BOOKSHELF.
+
+The Editors, in preparing the manuscript for these volumes, have
+endeavored in all cases where material has been used which has
+previously appeared in print to give credit to author, publisher, and
+book, and to any other to whom such acknowledgment was due. If they have
+failed to do so in any particular case, it has been an oversight, for
+which the Publishers are not responsible, as their instructions on this
+point were definite, and for which the Editors express their regrets.
+Future editions will offer an opportunity for the correction, which will
+be gladly made.
+
+
+
+
+INTRODUCTION TO VOLUME I
+
+
+Most mothers and fathers realize that long before children are old
+enough to read there is a rich treasury of rhythm and song and story
+that may be given them. To make this treasury available is the purpose
+of this volume.
+
+Finger-plays and action-plays, in which Froebel found so rich a meaning,
+do much to help the baby to know and control his fingers and hands, to
+enable him to discover the other parts of his body, to awaken his
+intelligence and to bring him into affectionate companionship with his
+father and mother. Here we have gathered not only the traditional ones,
+which the mother and father may remember from their own early childhood;
+but also many that will be fresh and new.
+
+Mother Goose long ago established her throne as Queen of the Nursery.
+There is something about her short ditties, always full of rhythm,
+sometimes of sense, and frequently of the most elemental humor, that
+appeals to the baby mind as nothing else does. A proof of the worth of
+her songs and stories would be found if any of us should try to write
+better. We have brought together many familiar ones and some unfamiliar
+(for Mother Goose lived in many times and many lands), and have
+illustrated them with some new and charming drawings and color-plates.
+
+Children as young as three are ready for the simplest sort of stories,
+but it is so hard for us grown-ups to become children again that many of
+us have found difficulty in suiting our language and thought to their
+eager but unfurnished minds. These bedtime stories and little tales of
+babies and animals and girls and boys are therefore a real godsend.
+
+Soon comes the time when the little folk are ready to learn about the
+letters and the numbers and the days of the week. Rhymes to help this
+first memorizing will be welcome.
+
+Most of the stories in this book are illustrated by pictures, some are
+told entirely by them. The choice of these illustrations was made from
+our best modern knowledge about little children. It is now recognized
+that they like simple incidents, about themselves or the familiar things
+around them, drawn in clear outline or with strong color. There are
+certain artists, too, who seem to have retained their own childlikeness
+better than others, and such were called upon to illustrate this
+volume.
+
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+ CONTENTS
+                                                  PAGE
+
+ GENERAL INTRODUCTION                              vii
+ INTRODUCTION TO VOLUME ONE                         xv
+
+
+ #FATHER AND MOTHER PLAYS#
+
+ BABY'S TEN LITTLE LIVE PLAYTHINGS                   2
+    By J. K. Barry
+ MONDAY                                              4
+    By Edith Goodyear
+ FINGER PLAY                                         5
+    By Edith Goodyear
+ COUNTING THE FINGERS                                6
+ AN OLD NORSE FINGER PLAY                            6
+ BABY'S TOES                                         6
+ BABY'S TOES                                         7
+    By Edith A. Bentley
+ THIS IS THE WAY MY FINGERS STAND                    8
+ THUMBKIN, POINTER                                   8
+ NAMING THE FINGERS                                  8
+    By Laura E. Richards
+ ROBERT BARNS                                        8
+ "SHALL I, OH! SHALL I?"                             8
+ JACK, BE NIMBLE                                     9
+ TWO LITTLE HANDS                                    9
+ PAT A CAKE                                          9
+ CLAP YOUR HANDS                                     9
+ THE BIRD'S NEST                                    10
+    A Froebel Finger Play
+ TWO LITTLE BLACKBIRDS                              10
+ MASTER SMITH                                       10
+ LITTLE ROBIN REDBREAST                             10
+ GREETING                                           10
+ A PLAY FOR THE ARMS                                10
+ THE LITTLE WINDOW                                  10
+    A Froebel Finger Play
+ SING A SONG OF SIXPENCE                            11
+ THE PIGEON HOUSE                                   11
+    A Froebel Finger Play
+ SAID THIS LITTLE FAIRY                             12
+ A BURROWING GAME                                   12
+ PAT A CAKE                                         12
+    A Froebel Finger Play
+ A KNEE GAME                                        12
+ A FOOT PLAY                                        12
+ PUTTING THE FINGERS TO SLEEP                       13
+ TEN LITTLE SQUIRRELS                               14
+ MY LITTLE GARDEN                                   15
+ THE FAMILY                                         16
+    By Emilie Poulsson
+ JOHNNY SHALL HAVE A NEW BONNET                     18
+
+
+ #RIDING SONGS FOR FATHER'S KNEE#
+
+ TO MARKET RIDE THE GENTLEMEN                       19
+ HERE GOES MY LORD                                  19
+ A FARMER WENT TROTTING                             20
+ UP TO THE CEILING                                  20
+ THE MESSENGER                                      20
+ CATCH HIM, CROW                                    20
+ RIDE A COCK-HORSE                                  21
+ THIS IS THE WAY                                    21
+ RIDE AWAY, RIDE AWAY                               21
+ TO MARKET, TO MARKET                               21
+ TROT, TROT, THE BABY GOES                          21
+    By Mary F. Butts
+ RIDE A COCK-HORSE                                  22
+ HERE WE GO                                         22
+
+
+ #MOTHER GOOSE SONGS AND STORIES#
+
+ WHO ARE THESE?                                     24
+ I SAW A SHIP A-SAILING                             25
+ GOOSEY, GOOSEY, GANDER                             25
+ THE WIND                                           25
+ ONCE I SAW A LITTLE BIRD                           25
+ RING-A-RING-A-ROSES                                25
+ CROSS PATCH                                        26
+ HAPPY LET US BE                                    26
+ THE OLD WOMAN IN THE BASKET                        26
+ THE FOX AND THE OLD GRAY GOOSE                     28
+ JACK AND JILL                                      29
+ WILLY BOY                                          29
+ BONNY LASS                                         29
+ OH, WHERE ARE YOU GOING?                           30
+ BOBBY SHAFTOE                                      30
+ DING-DONG-BELL                                     30
+ LONDON BRIDGE                                      31
+ GREEN GRAVEL                                       32
+ OLD MOTHER HUBBARD                                 32
+ LITTLE BO-PEEP                                     34
+ COME OUT TO PLAY                                   35
+ LITTLE ROBIN REDBREAST                             35
+ LITTLE BOY BLUE                                    36
+ MY MAID MARY                                       36
+ HARK! HARK!                                        37
+ BOW-WOW-WOW                                        37
+ BLOW, WIND, BLOW                                   37
+ BYE, BABY BUNTING                                  37
+ THREE LITTLE KITTENS                               38
+ TOM WAS A PIPER'S SON                              39
+ DAFFY-DOWN-DILLY                                   40
+ BILLY BOY                                          40
+ THREE WISE MEN OF GOTHAM                           41
+ LITTLE TOMMY TUCKER                                41
+ PUSSY AND THE MICE                                 41
+ WHEN I WAS A LITTLE BOY                            41
+ CHINESE MOTHER-GOOSE RHYMES                        42
+    By Prof. Isaac Taylor Headland
+
+
+ #MOTHER GOOSE CONTINUED#
+    By Anna Marion Smith
+
+ PUSSY CAT, PUSSY CAT                               45
+ LITTLE BOY BLUE                                    45
+ PAT-A-CAKE                                         46
+ DICKORY DOCK                                       46
+ HOW MANY MILES TO BABYLON?                         47
+ HARK! HARK!                                        47
+ THERE WAS AN OLD WOMAN                             48
+ HUMPTY DUMPTY                                      51
+ THE QUEEN OF HEARTS                                54
+ ONE MISTY, MOISTY MORNING                          54
+ OLD KING COLE                                      55
+ PUSSY SITS BESIDE THE FIRE                         56
+ THE NORTH WIND DOTH BLOW                           56
+ I HAD A LITTLE HUSBAND                             57
+ THERE WAS A MAN IN OUR TOWN                        57
+ SEE SAW, SACARADOWN                                57
+ SING A SONG O' SIXPENCE                            58
+ I LOVE LITTLE PUSSY                                58
+ THE HORNER BROTHERS                                59
+    By Elizabeth Raymond Woodward
+ A LITTLE OLD MAN                                   60
+ JINGLES                                            60
+ SAILING                                            61
+    By Lucy Fitch Perkins
+ AN UP-TO-DATE PUSSY-CAT                            62
+    By Adeline Knapp
+ MISERY IN COMPANY                                  63
+    By Lucy Fitch Perkins
+ COURT NEWS                                         64
+    By Lucy Fitch Perkins
+ A MESSAGE TO MOTHER GOOSE                          65
+    By Ellen Manly
+
+
+ #SLEEPY-TIME SONGS AND STORIES#
+
+ SWEET AND LOW                                      72
+    By Alfred, Lord Tennyson
+ THE SLEEPY-TIME STORY                              73
+    By Gertrude Smith
+ THE GO SLEEP STORY                                 75
+    By Eudora S. Bumstead
+ THE GENTLE DARK                                    78
+    By W. Grahame Robertson
+ THE FERRY FOR SHADOWTOWN                           78
+ HUSH-A-BYE, BABY                                   78
+ THE KITTEN AND THE FALLING LEAVES                  78
+    By William Wordsworth
+ LATE                                               79
+    By Josephine Preston Peabody
+ A BLESSING FOR THE BLESSED                         80
+    By Laurence Alma-Tadema
+ MY DOLLY                                           80
+ THE CHILD AND THE WORLD                            80
+ EVENING SONG                                       80
+    By C. Frances Alexander
+ ROCK-A-BYE, BABY                                   80
+ THE SANDMAN                                        81
+    By Margaret Vandergrift
+ THE FAIRY FOLK                                     81
+    By Robert Bird
+ QUEEN MAB                                          82
+    By Thomas Hood
+ LULLABY                                            82
+    By Gertrude Thompson Miller
+ KENTUCKY BABE                                      82
+ MY POSSESSIONS                                     83
+ THE WAKE-UP STORY                                  83
+    By Eudora S. Bumstead
+
+
+ #FIRST STORIES FOR VERY LITTLE FOLK#
+
+ ABOUT SIX LITTLE CHICKENS                          86
+    By S. L. Elliott
+ "TRADE-LAST"                                       88
+    By Lucy Fitch Perkins
+ PHILIP'S HORSE                                     89
+ THE KITTEN THAT FORGOT HOW TO MEW                  90
+    By Stella George Stern
+ WHAT COULD THE FARMER DO?                          93
+    By George William Ogden
+ FLEDGLINGS                                         97
+    By Lucy Fitch Perkins
+ "TIME TO GET UP!"                                  98
+    By Ellen Foster
+ MAGGIE'S VERY OWN SECRET                          100
+    By Sara Josephine Albright
+ THE GOOD LITTLE PIGGIE AND HIS FRIENDS            102
+    By L. Waldo Lockling
+ BABY'S PARADISE                                   105
+    By Lucy Fitch Perkins
+ DISOBEDIENCE                                      106
+ FOR A LITTLE GIRL OF THREE                        108
+    By Uncle Ned
+ A FUNNY FAMILY                                    109
+ LITTLE BY LITTLE                                  110
+
+
+ #LITTLE STORIES THAT GROW BIG#
+
+ THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT                         111
+ GIANT THUNDER BONES                               112
+    By Stella Doughty
+ THE HOUSE THAT JILL BUILT                         116
+    By Carolyn Wells
+ THE OLD WOMAN AND HER PIG                         119
+ THE LAMBIKIN                                      121
+ THE CAT AND THE MOUSE                             123
+ HENNY-PENNY                                       124
+ THREE GOATS IN THE RYEFIELD                       127
+    Adapted by Cecilia Farwell
+ TEENY TINY                                        129
+ SONG OF THE PEAR TREE                             130
+ COCK-ALU AND HEN-ALIE                             131
+    By Mary Howitt
+ THERE IS THE KEY OF THE KINGDOM                   136
+
+
+ #FUN FOR VERY LITTLE FOLK#
+
+ NO DOGS ALLOWED AT LARGE                          137
+    By Culmer Barnes
+ TOMMY AND HIS SISTER AND THEIR NEW PONY-CART      138
+    By Dewitt Clinton Falls
+ THE ADVENTURES OF THREE LITTLE KITTENS            139
+    By Culmer Barnes
+ THE LITTLE KITTENS' SURPRISE                      140
+    By Culmer Barnes
+ TED'S FOOLISH WISH                                141
+    By Charles Fitch Lester
+ NONSENSE RHYME                                    142
+ TIMOTHY TRUNDLE                                   143
+    By Frederick Moxon
+ A DREAM OF GLORY                                  148
+    By Charles Fitch Lester
+ PICTURES                                          149
+    By Culmer Barnes
+ THE REUNION OF THE BRUIN FAMILY AT THE SEA SHORE  150
+    By Culmer Barnes
+ THE BABY MICE ARE INSTRUCTED BY THEIR FOND PAPA   151
+    By Culmer Barnes
+ ROLY POLY ON VACATION                             152
+    By Culmer Barnes
+ MOTHER GOOSE'S LAST TROLLEY RIDE                  153
+    By Culmer Barnes
+ IVAN AND THE WOLF                                 154
+    By Culmer Barnes
+ HOMEWARD BOUND                                    154
+    By Culmer Barnes
+ THEIR LITTLE JAR                                  156
+    By Bell
+ LITTLE ESKI AND THE POLAR BEAR                    158
+    By Culmer Barnes
+
+
+ #FUNNY VERSES AND PICTURES#
+
+ THE FROG'S FIASCO                                 160
+    By D. K. Stevens
+ THE MUSICAL TRUST                                 164
+    By D. K. Stevens
+ THE CAUTIOUS CAT                                  168
+    By D. K. Stevens
+ THREE LITTLE BEARS                                171
+    By M. C. McNeill
+ THE SNOWMAN                                       172
+    By W. W. Ellsworth
+
+
+ #ANIMAL STORIES#
+
+ TINY HARE AND THE WIND BALL                       173
+    By A. L. Sykes
+ HOW TINY HARE MET CAT                             176
+    By A. L. Sykes
+ THE WEE HARE AND THE RED FIRE                     179
+    By A. L. Sykes
+ THE GOOD KING                                     182
+    By Margaret and Clarence Weed
+ EARLY AND LATE                                    184
+    By W. S. Reed
+ THE LITTLE PINK PIG AND THE BIG ROAD              185
+    By Jasmine Stone Van Dresser
+ JUGGERJOOK                                        188
+    By L. Frank Baum
+ WHAT YOU BURYING, A BONE                          194
+ THE LITTLE GRAY KITTEN                            194
+    By Mary Lawrence Turnbull
+ PUSSY'S WHEELS                                    197
+    By Annie W. McCullough
+ THE SMALL GRAY MOUSE                              198
+    By Nathan Haskell Dole
+ THE RABBIT, THE TURTLE, AND THE OWL               200
+ HOMES                                             201
+    By Annie W. McCullough
+ MEAL-TIME IN THE BEAR-PITS AT THE ZOO             202
+    By I. W. Taben
+ THE FINE GOOD SHOW                                204
+    By Jessie Wright Whitcomb
+ GAY AND SPY                                       208
+ THE BALLAD OF A RUNAWAY DONKEY                    212
+    By Emilie Poulsson
+ THE THREE BEARS                                   220
+ THE LITTLE BEAR'S STORY                           221
+    By C. F. Holder
+ THE HARE AND THE HEDGEHOG                         224
+    By The Brothers Grimm
+ THE WEE ROBIN'S CHRISTMAS SONG                    226
+    A Scotch Story, attributed to Robert Burns
+    Adapted by Jennie Ellis Burdick
+ THE FOX                                           228
+ THREE COMPANIONS                                  229
+    By Dinah Maria Mulock-Craik
+ "'FRAID CAT!"                                     230
+    By Frank Munro
+ THE SPIDER AND THE FLY                            231
+    By Mary Howitt
+
+
+ #EVERY-DAY VERSES#
+
+ A LITTLE GENTLEMAN                                233
+    By Alden Arthur Knipe
+ TIME FOR EVERYTHING                               233
+    By Alden Arthur Knipe
+ UMBRELLAS AND RUBBERS                             234
+    By Alden Arthur Knipe
+ WHISPERING IN SCHOOL                              234
+    By Alden Arthur Knipe
+ RECESS                                            235
+    By Alden Arthur Knipe
+ AFTER SCHOOL                                      235
+    By Alden Arthur Knipe
+ MONDAY'S LESSONS                                  235
+    By Alden Arthur Knipe
+ AT DINNER                                         236
+    By Alden Arthur Knipe
+ VALOR                                             237
+    By Lucy Fitch Perkins
+ A DOMESTIC TRAGEDY                                238
+    By Lucy Fitch Perkins
+ THE CAPITALIST                                    239
+    By Lucy Fitch Perkins
+ IN MERRY ENGLAND                                  240
+    By Lucy Fitch Perkins
+ THE GOOSE GIRL                                    241
+    By Lucy Fitch Perkins
+ THE PHILOSOPHER                                   242
+    By Lucy Fitch Perkins
+ THIRSTY FLOWERS                                   243
+    By Alden Arthur Knipe
+ SHARING WITH OTHERS                               243
+    By Alden Arthur Knipe
+ POCKETS                                           244
+    By Alden Arthur Knipe
+ WAITING FOR DINNER                                244
+    By Alden Arthur Knipe
+ THE CRITIC                                        245
+    By Lucy Fitch Perkins
+ DIPLOMACY                                         246
+    By Lucy Fitch Perkins
+ IF I WERE QUEEN                                   247
+    By Lucy Fitch Perkins
+ THOUGHTS IN CHURCH                                248
+    By Lucy Fitch Perkins
+
+
+ #THE DAYS OF THE WEEK#
+
+ THIS IS THE WAY                                   249
+ DAYS OF BIRTH                                     250
+ THE WASHING                                       250
+ SOLOMON GRUNDY                                    250
+ BABY'S PLAY DAYS                                  250
+ WHICH DO YOU CHOOSE?                              251
+ SEVEN LITTLE MICE                                 251
+    By Stella George Stern
+ VISITING                                          252
+ LITTLE TOMMY'S MONDAY MORNING                     252
+    By Tudor Jenks
+ ST. SATURDAY                                      254
+    By Henry Johnstone
+
+
+ #NUMBER RHYMES#
+
+ 1, 2, 3, 4, 5                                     255
+ OVER IN THE MEADOW                                255
+    By Olive A. Wadsworth
+ COUNTING APPLE-SEEDS                              256
+ TWINS                                             257
+    By Lucy Fitch Perkins
+ THE RHYME OF TEN LITTLE RABBITS                   258
+    By Kate N. Mytinger
+ IN JULY                                           260
+    By A. S. Webber
+ THE WISH OF PRISCILLA PENELOPE POWERS             262
+    By Mrs. John T. Van Sant
+ WINKELMAN VON WINKEL                              262
+    By Clara Odell Lyon
+ TEN LITTLE COOKIES                                263
+ OUR BABY                                          263
+ LONG TIME AGO                                     264
+    By Elizabeth Prentiss
+ BUCKLE MY SHOE                                    264
+
+
+ #STORIES FOR LITTLE GIRLS#
+
+ A PAIR OF GLOVES                                  265
+    By H. G. Duryée
+ A VERY LITTLE STORY OF A VERY LITTLE GIRL         268
+    By Alice E. Allen
+ EDITH'S TEA PARTY                                 269
+    By Lois Walters
+ REBECCA                                           271
+    By Eleanor Piatt
+ DOROTHEA'S SCHOOL GIFTS                           272
+    By Eunice Ward
+ THE LOST MONEY                                    276
+    By Bolton Hall
+ A DUTCH TREAT                                     277
+    By Amy B. Johnson
+ THE JINGLE OF THE LITTLE JAP                      283
+    By Isabel Eccleston Mackay
+ THE SEVENTH BIRTHDAY OF THE LITTLE
+  COUSIN FROM CONSTANTINOPLE                      284
+    By Emma C. Dowd
+ LITTLE RED RIDING-HOOD                            286
+    Retold from Grimm
+ DOLLY'S DOCTOR                                    288
+ THUMBELINA                                        288
+    By Hans Christian Andersen
+ THE FOX AND THE LITTLE RED HEN                    294
+ THE SHOEMAKER AND THE LITTLE ELVES                294
+    By The Brothers Grimm
+ THE GINGERBREAD BOY                               296
+
+
+ #STORIES FOR LITTLE BOYS#
+
+ MISCHIEF                                          297
+    By Rosamond Upham
+ WILLIE AND HIS DOG DIVER                          299
+    By H. N. Powers
+ GORDON'S TOY CASTLE ON THE HILL                   300
+    By Everett Wilson
+ HANS THE INNOCENT                                 302
+    Written and Illustrated by M. I. Wood
+ A REAL LITTLE BOY BLUE                            304
+    By Caroline S. Allen
+ TRAVELS OF A FOX                                  306
+    Adapted by Cecilia Farwell
+ OEYVIND AND MARIT                                 308
+
+
+ #HAPPY DAYS#
+
+ WHAT THE CAT AND HEN DID                          313
+    By Alice Ralston
+ DOT'S BIRTHDAY CAKE                               316
+ NED AND ROVER AND JACK                            317
+ I HAD A LITTLE KITTEN                             318
+ HOW POLLY HAD HER PICTURE TAKEN                   319
+    By Everett Wilson
+ IDLE BEN                                          321
+ THE HOLE IN THE CANNA-BED                         321
+    By Isabel Gordon Curtis
+ THE CONCEITED MOUSE                               323
+    By Ella Foster Case
+
+
+ #RHYMES CONCERNING MOTHER#
+
+ A BOY'S MOTHER                                    325
+    By James Whitcomb Riley
+ MOTHER                                            325
+    By Rose Fyleman
+ THE GOODEST MOTHER                                325
+ MOTHER'S WAY                                      326
+    By Carrie Williams
+ WHO IS IT?                                        326
+    By Ethel M. Kelley
+ MY DEAREST IS A LADY                              327
+    By Miriam S. Clark
+ HOW MANY LUMPS?                                   327
+ WHEN MOTHER GOES AWAY                             328
+    By Clara Odell Lyon
+ AN OLD SONG--"THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME!"        328
+    By Blanche Elizabeth Wade
+
+
+ #UNCLES AND AUNTS AND OTHER RELATIVES#
+
+ GRANDMOTHER'S MEMORIES                            329
+    By Helen A. Byrom
+ GREAT-AUNT LUCY LEE                               330
+    By Cora Walker Hayes
+ OUR VISITORS                                      334
+    By Isabel Lyndall
+ BEAUTIFUL GRANDMAMMA                              338
+ THANKSGIVING DAY                                  340
+    By Lydia Maria Child
+ GRANDMA'S MINUET                                  340
+ AUNT JAN                                          341
+    By Norman Gale
+ AFTER TEA                                         342
+
+
+ #AMUSING ALPHABETS#
+
+ TINGLE, TANGLE TITMOUSE                           343
+ AN ENGLISH ALPHABET                               344
+ NONSENSE ALPHABET                                 346
+ PAST HISTORY                                      348
+    By Edward Lear
+ THE APPLE PIE                                     351
+ WHO'S WHO IN THE ZOO                              352
+    By Carolyn Wells
+ A WAS AN ARCHER                                   357
+ A LITTLE FOLKS' ALPHABET                          358
+    By Carolyn Wells
+ CHILD HEALTH ALPHABET                             360
+    By Mrs. Frederick Peterson
+ HERE'S A, B, C, D                                 363
+ OUR STORIES                                       364
+
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+#FATHER PLAYS AND MOTHER PLAYS#
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Figs. 1 though 5 and So big!]
+
+BABY'S TEN LITTLE LIVE PLAYTHINGS BY J. K. BARRY
+
+These ten little live playthings can be held in every baby's hand, five
+in one and five in the other and be the baby ever so poor yet he always
+has these ten playthings because, you know, he brings them with him.
+
+But all babies do not know how to play with them. They find out for
+themselves a good many ways of playing with them but here are some of
+the ways that a baby I used to know got amusement out of his.
+
+The very first was the play called "Ta-ra-chese" (Ta-rar-cheese). It is
+a Dutch word and there was a little song about it all in Dutch. This is
+the way the baby I knew would play it when he was a tiny little fellow.
+
+His Mamma would hold her hand up and move it gently around this way
+(Fig. 1) singing "Ta-ra-chese, ta-ra-chese!" Baby would look and watch
+awhile, and presently his little hand would begin to move and five
+little playthings would begin the play--dear, sweet little chubby pink
+fingers--for I think you have guessed these are every baby's playthings.
+
+How glad Mamma is to find that her baby has learned his first lesson!
+
+Then he must learn, "Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake Baker's man," (Fig. 2) and
+"How big is baby?" "_So Big!_"
+
+And here are some other ways by which a little sister's fingers may
+amuse the baby.
+
+"This the church and this is the steeple, Open the gates--there are all
+the good people." (Fig. 3)
+
+"Chimney sweep--Oho! oho! Chimney sweep!" (Fig. 4)
+
+"Put your finger in the bird's nest. The bird isn't home." (Fig. 5)
+
+And then when the little finger is poked in, a sly pinch is given by a
+hidden thumb and baby is told, "The birdie has just come home!" But you
+mustn't pinch hard, of course, just enough to make baby laugh at being
+caught.
+
+  [Illustration: Figs. 6 though 11.]
+
+And then there is the play of "Two men sawing wood--one little boy
+picking up chips." (Fig. 6) The two finger men are moved up and down and
+the little boy finger works busily.
+
+Everybody knows the rhyming finger-play:
+
+     "Here's my Father's knives and forks, (Fig. 7)
+     "Here's my Mother's table, (Fig. 8)
+     "Here's my Sister's looking-glass, (Fig. 9)
+     "And here's the baby's cradle." (Fig. 10)
+
+Another play is a little act in which three persons are supposed to take
+part, and it has come down from the old times of long ago.
+
+The middle finger is the Friar. Those on each side of him touch each
+other and make the door, the little finger is the Lady and the thumb is
+the Page. (Fig. 11)
+
+The Friar knocks at the door.
+
+_Friar._ "Knock, Knock, Knock!"
+
+_Page._ "Somebody knocks at the door! Somebody knocks at the door!"
+
+_Lady._ "Who is it? Who is it?"
+
+_Page._ (Going to door) "Who is it? Who is it?"
+
+_Friar._ "A Friar, a Friar."
+
+_Page._ "A Friar, Ma'am, a Friar, Ma'am."
+
+_Lady._ "What does he want? What does he want?"
+
+_Page._ "What do you want, Sir? What do you want, Sir?"
+
+_Friar._ "I want to come in. I want to come in."
+
+_Page._ "He wants to come in, Ma'am. He wants to come in."
+
+_Lady._ "Let him walk in. Let him walk in."
+
+_Page._ "Will you walk in, Sir? Will you walk in?"
+
+So in he pops and takes a seat.
+
+When each player is supposed to speak he or she must move gently,
+bending forward and back and when the Friar is invited to enter, the
+door must open only just far enough to let him "pop in."
+
+These are only some of the plays with which the baby I knew used to be
+amused; but they will suggest others to parents and older brothers and
+sisters. The baby cannot make all of these things himself but he will be
+quite as much interested when they are made by older hands.
+
+
+MONDAY
+
+     Here's a little wash bench,
+     Here's a little tub.
+     Here's a little scrubbing-board,
+     And here's the way to rub.
+     Here's a little cake of soap,
+     Here's a dipper new.
+     Here's a basket wide & deep,
+     And here are clothes-pins two.
+     Here's the line away up high,
+     Here's the clothes all flying.
+     Here's the sun so warm & bright,
+     And now the washing's drying.
+                          Edith Goodyear.
+
+
+Finger Play.
+
+By Edith Goodyear.
+
+     The little space 'twixt fingers & thumbs
+     Is round as a circle you see!
+     While in there, a tiny square
+     Shows corners four to me.
+
+     Circles are like daisies while,
+     Like pennies, candies and plates,
+     Like Grandma's cookies and pumpkin pies;
+     And best of all, the pretty blue
+     In Baby's laughing eyes.
+
+     The square makes me think of the rug where he sits
+     On the nursery floor at play;
+     Of the lawn where he rolls in the sunshine bright,
+     And the dainty spread that covers his bed
+     When he's fast asleep at night.
+
+
+COUNTING THE FINGERS
+
+       This is the thumb, you see;
+       This finger shakes the tree;
+     And then this finger comes up;
+     And this one eats the plums up;
+       This little one, says he,
+       "I'll tell of you, you'll see!"
+
+       That one is the thumb;
+       And this one wants a plum;
+     This one says, "Where do they grow?"
+     This one says, "Come with me--I know."
+       But this little one, he says,
+       "I will not go near the place!
+       I don't like such naughty ways."
+
+     Now, I think that through and through
+     Little Finger's right--don't you?
+
+       This one fell in the water,
+       And this one helped him ashore,
+     And this one put him into bed,
+       And this one covered him o'er;
+     And then, in walks this noisy little chap,
+       And wakes him up once more.
+
+     This one walked out into the wood,
+       And caught a little hare;
+     And this one took and carried it home,
+       For he thought it dainty fare;
+     And this one came and cooked it up
+       With sauces rich and rare;
+     And this one laid the table out,
+       And did the plates prepare;
+     And this little fellow the keeper told
+       What the others were doing there.
+
+
+AN OLD NORSE FINGER PLAY
+
+     Thicken man, build the barn,
+     Thinner man, spool the yarn,
+     Longen man, stir the brew,
+     Gowden man, make a shoe,
+     Littlen man, all for you!
+
+
+BABY'S TOES
+
+     Dear little bare feet,
+       Dimpled and white,
+     In your long nightgown
+       Wrapped for the night.
+
+     Come, let me count all
+       Your queer little toes,
+     Pink as the heart
+       Of a shell or a rose.
+
+     One is a lady
+       That sits in the sun;
+     Two is a baby,
+       And three is a nun.
+
+     Four is a lily
+       With innocent breast;
+     And five is a birdie
+       Asleep on her nest.
+
+
+"BABY'S TOES"
+
+BY EDITH A. BENTLEY
+
+     Five little piggie wiggies
+       Standing in a row,
+     We always have to toddle
+       Where the baby wants to go;
+     Up-stairs and down-stairs,
+       Indoors and out,
+     We're always close together
+       And we never fall out.
+
+   _Chorus:_
+     Father-Pig and Mother-Pig,
+       And Big-Brother Pig,
+     And Sister-Pig, and darling little
+       Baby Piggie-Wig!
+
+     Oh, sometimes we are all tied up
+       In a bag so tight.
+     This is when the baby goes
+       "To sleepy-bye" at night.
+     Then there's nothing else to do
+       But cuddle down and rest--
+     Just as little birdies cuddle
+       In their little nest.
+
+   _Chorus:_
+     Father-Pig and Mother-Pig
+       And Big-Brother Pig,
+     And Sister-Pig, and darling little
+       Baby Piggie-Wig!
+
+
+THIS IS THE WAY MY FINGERS STAND
+
+_To the tune of "Here We Go Round the Mulberry Bush."_
+
+     This is the way my fingers stand,
+     Fingers stand, fingers stand,
+     This is the way my fingers stand,
+       So early in the morning.
+
+     This is the way I fold my hand,
+     Fold my hand, fold my hand,
+     This is the way I fold my hand,
+       So early in the morning.
+
+     This is the way they dance about,
+     Dance about, dance about,
+     This is the way they dance about,
+       So early in the morning.
+
+     This is the way they go to rest,
+     Go to rest, go to rest,
+     This is the way they go to rest,
+       So early in the morning.
+
+
+THUMBKIN, POINTER
+
+     Thumbkin, Pointer, Middleman big,
+     Sillyman, Weeman, rig-a-jig-jig.
+
+
+NAMING THE FINGERS[A]
+
+BY LAURA E. RICHARDS
+
+     This is little Tommy Thumb,
+     Round and smooth as any plum.
+     This is busy Peter Pointer:
+     Surely he's a double-jointer.
+     This is mighty Toby Tall,
+     He's the biggest one of all.
+     This is dainty Reuben Ring:
+     He's too fine for anything.
+     And this little wee one, maybe,
+     Is the pretty Finger-baby.
+
+     All the five we've counted now,
+     Busy fingers in a row.
+     Every finger knows the way
+     How to work and how to play;
+     Yet together work they best,
+     Each one helping all the rest.
+
+  [A] _From "Songs and Music of Froebel's Mother Play"; used by permission
+  of the publishers, D. Appleton & Company._
+
+
+ROBERT BARNS
+
+     Robert Barns, fellow fine,
+     Can you shoe this horse of mine,
+     So that I may cut a shine?
+       Yes, good sir, and that I can,
+       As well as any other man;
+     There a nail, and here a prod,
+     And now, good sir, your horse is shod.
+
+
+"SHALL I, OH! SHALL I?"
+
+     A little boy and a little girl
+       Lived in an alley;
+     Said the little boy to the little girl,
+       "Shall I, oh! shall I?"
+
+     Said the little girl to the little boy,
+       "What will you do?"
+     Said the little boy to the little girl,
+       "I will kiss you."
+
+     (_As the last words are sung, the mother kisses
+     the little one in the folds of the neck._)
+
+
+  [Illustration: OFF WITH MOTHER GOOSE
+  FROM A DRAWING BY MABEL LUCIE ATTWELL]
+
+
+JACK, BE NIMBLE
+
+      Jack, be nimble,
+        Jack, be quick;
+ (_Jack is one hand walking along on
+ its fore- and middle-fingers._)
+
+      Jack, jump over
+        The candlestick.
+ (_Fist closed; uplifted thumb for
+ candle. Jack jumps over it._)
+
+
+TWO LITTLE HANDS
+
+     Two little hands so soft and white,
+     This is the left--this is the right.
+     Five little fingers stand on each,
+     So I can hold a plum or a peach.
+     But if I should grow as old as you
+     Lots of little things these hands can do.
+
+
+PAT A CAKE
+
+     Pat a cake, pat a cake, baker's man.
+     So I do, master, as fast as I can.
+     Pat it, and prick it, and mark it with T,
+     And then it will serve for Tommy and me.
+
+
+CLAP YOUR HANDS
+
+     Baby, Baby, clap your hands!
+     Where London's built, there London stands.
+     And there's a bed in London Town,
+     On which my Baby shall lie down.
+
+
+THE BIRD'S NEST
+
+_A Froebel Finger Play_
+
+     Here upon the leaves at rest
+     A little bird has built her nest.
+     Two tiny eggs within she's laid,
+     And many days beside them stayed.
+     Now she's happy; listen well!
+     Two baby birds break through the shell.
+     Don't you hear them? "Peep! peep! peep!
+     We love you, mother. Cheep! cheep! cheep!"
+
+
+TWO LITTLE BLACKBIRDS
+
+     There were two blackbirds sitting on a hill,
+             (_Little pieces of paper perched on forefingers._)
+     One named Jack, the other named Jill.
+     Fly away, Jack; fly away, Jill.
+                            (_Fingers soar gently in the air._)
+     Come again, Jack; come again, Jill.
+                                          (_Fingers fly back._)
+
+
+MASTER SMITH
+
+     Is Master Smith within? Yes, that he is.
+       Can he set a shoe? Ay, marry, two.
+         Here a nail, and there a nail,
+             Tick--tack--too.
+
+
+LITTLE ROBIN REDBREAST
+
+     Little Robin Redbreast
+       Sat upon a rail,
+               (_Right hand extended in shape of a bird is poised
+                 on extended forefinger of left hand._)
+     Niddle noddle went his head,
+       And waggle went his tail.
+               (_Little finger of right hand waggles from side to
+                 side._)
+
+
+GREETING
+
+     Good little Mother,
+       How do you do?
+     Dear strong "Daddy,"
+       Glad to see you!
+     Big tall Brother,
+       Pleased you are here.
+     Kind little Sister,
+       You need not fear,
+     Glad welcome we'll give you,
+       And Babykins, too.
+     Yes, Babykins,
+       How do you do?
+
+
+A PLAY FOR THE ARMS
+
+     Pump, pump, pump,
+       Water, water, come;
+     Here a rush, there a gush,
+       Done, done, done.
+
+
+THE LITTLE WINDOW
+
+_A Froebel Finger Play_
+
+     Look, my dear, at this window clear.
+     See how the light shines through in here.
+     If you would always see the light,
+     Keep your heart's window clean and bright.
+
+
+SING A SONG OF SIXPENCE
+
+     Sing a song of sixpence,
+       A pocket full of rye;
+     Four-and-twenty blackbirds
+       Baked in a pie;
+     When the pie was opened
+       The birds began to sing;
+     Was not that a dainty dish
+       To set before the King?
+
+     The King was in his counting-house,
+       Counting out his money;
+     The Queen was in the parlor,
+       Eating bread and honey;
+     The maid was in the garden
+       Hanging out the clothes;
+     When up came a blackbird
+       And nipped off her nose.
+     (_At this line somebody's nose gets nipped._)
+
+
+THE PIGEON HOUSE
+
+_A Froebel Finger Play_
+
+     Now I'm going to open my pigeon-house door.
+       The pigeons fly out to the light,
+     Straight to the meadows so pleasant they soar,
+       And flutter about with delight.
+     But at evening they'll all come home at last,
+     And the door of the house I'll then shut fast.
+
+
+SAID THIS LITTLE FAIRY
+
+     Said this little fairy, "I'm as thirsty as can be."
+     Said this little fairy, "I'm hungry, too, dear me!"
+     Said this little fairy, "Who'll tell us where to go?"
+     Said this little fairy, "I'm sure that I don't know."
+     Said this little fairy, "Let's brew some dewdrop tea."
+     So they sipped it and ate honey beneath the maple tree.
+
+
+A BURROWING GAME
+
+      See the little mousie, creeping up the stair,
+      Looking for a warm nest--there, oh, there!
+ (_Mother's fingers creep up the body, and finally fumble in baby's neck._)
+
+
+PAT A CAKE
+
+_A Froebel Finger Play_
+
+     Baby, would you like to make
+     For yourself a little cake?
+     Pat it gently, smooth it down.
+     Baker says: "Now, in to brown;
+     Bring it here, baby dear,
+     While the oven fire burns clear."
+     "Baker, see, here is my cake;
+     Bake it well for baby's sake."
+     "In the oven, right deep down,
+     Here the cake will soon get brown."
+
+
+A KNEE GAME
+
+     What do I see? Baby's knee.
+     Tickily, tickily, tic, tac, tee.
+     One for a penny, two for a pound;
+     Tickily, tickily, round and round.
+
+
+A FOOT PLAY
+
+     Up, down--up, down.
+     One foot up and one foot down,
+     All the way to London town.
+       Tra la la la la la.
+
+
+PUTTING THE FINGERS TO SLEEP
+
+     My fingers are so sleepy
+     It's time they went to bed,
+     So first, you Baby Finger
+     Tuck in your Little Head.
+
+     Ringman, come now its your turn,
+     And then come, Tallman Great;
+     Now, Pointer Finger, hurry
+     Because its getting late.
+
+     Let's see if all are snuggled.
+     No, here's one more to come,
+     So come, lie close, little brothers,
+     Make room for Master Thumb.
+
+
+TEN LITTLE SQUIRRELS
+
+     Ten little squirrels up in a tree--
+                (_Ten fingers outspread._)
+
+     The first two said: "What do I see?"
+                (_Thumbs only._)
+
+     The next two said: "A man with a gun."
+                (_Forefingers only._)
+
+     The next two said: "Let's run, let's run."
+                (_Middle fingers only._)
+
+     The next two said: "Let's hide in the shade."
+                (_Ring fingers only._)
+
+     The last two said: "We're not afraid."
+                (_Little fingers only._)
+
+     Bang! went a gun.
+                (_Clap hands._)
+
+     Away they all run.
+                (_All fingers scamper off._)
+
+
+MY LITTLE GARDEN
+
+     See my little garden,
+     How I rake it over,
+     Then I sow the little brown seeds,
+     And with soft earth cover.
+     Now the raindrops patter
+       On the earth so gayly;
+     See the big round sun smile
+       On my garden daily.
+     The little plant is waking;
+       Down the roots grow creeping;
+     Up now come the leaflets
+       Through the brown earth peeping.
+     Soon the buds will laugh up
+       Toward the springtime showers;
+     Soon my buds will open
+       Into happy flowers.
+
+
+THE FAMILY[B]
+
+BY EMILIE POULSSON
+
+     This is the mother, so busy at home,
+     Who loves her dear children, whatever may come.
+
+     This is the father, so brave and so strong,
+     Who works for his family all the day long.
+
+     This is the brother, who'll soon be a man,
+     He helps his good mother as much as he can.
+
+     This is the sister, so gentle and mild,
+     Who plays that the dolly is her little child.
+
+     This is the baby, all dimpled and sweet,
+     How soft his wee hands and his chubby pink feet!
+
+     Father, and mother, and children so dear,
+     Together you see them, one family here.
+
+  [B] From "Songs and Music of Froebel's Mother Play"; used by permission
+  of the publishers, D. Appleton & Co.
+
+
+  [Illustration: IN DREAMLAND]
+
+
+JOHNNY SHALL HAVE A NEW BONNET
+
+     Johnny shall have a new bonnet,
+       And Johnny shall go to the fair,
+     And Johnny shall have a new ribbon
+       To tie up his bonny brown hair.
+
+     And why may not I love Johnny?
+       And why may not Johnny love me?
+     And why may not I love Johnny?
+       As well as another body?
+
+     And here's a leg for a stocking,
+       And here is a foot for a shoe,
+     And he has a kiss for his daddy,
+       And two for his mammy, I trow.
+
+     And why may not I love Johnny?
+       And why may not Johnny love me?
+     And why may not I love Johnny
+       As well as another body?
+
+
+
+
+#RIDING SONGS for FATHER'S KNEE#
+
+
+
+
+TO MARKET RIDE THE GENTLEMEN
+
+     To market ride the gentlemen,
+       So do we, so do we;
+     Then comes the country clown,
+       Hobbledy gee, Hobbledy gee;
+     First go the ladies, nim, nim, nim,
+     Next come the gentlemen, trim, trim, trim;
+     Then come the country clowns, gallop-a-trot.
+
+
+HERE GOES MY LORD
+
+         Here goes my lord--
+     A trot! a trot! a trot! a trot!
+         Here goes my lady--
+     A canter! a canter! a canter! a canter!
+         Here goes my young master--
+     Jockey-hitch! jockey-hitch! jockey-hitch! jockey-hitch!
+         Here goes my young miss--
+     An amble! an amble! an amble! an amble!
+         The footman lags behind,
+     And goes gallop, a gallop, a gallop, to make up his time.
+
+
+A FARMER WENT TROTTING
+
+     A farmer went trotting upon his gray mare;
+       Bumpety, bumpety, bump!
+     With his daughter behind him, so rosy and fair;
+       Lumpety, lumpety, lump!
+
+     A raven cried croak! and they all tumbled down;
+       Bumpety, bumpety, bump!
+     The mare broke her knees, and the farmer his crown;
+       Lumpety, lumpety, lump!
+
+     The mischievous raven flew laughing away;
+       Bumpety, bumpety, bump!
+     And vowed he would serve them the same the next day;
+       Lumpety, lumpety, lump!
+
+
+UP TO THE CEILING
+
+     Up to the ceiling, down to the ground,
+     Backward and forward, round and round;
+     Dance, little baby, and mother will sing,
+     With the merry chorus, ding, ding, ding!
+
+
+THE MESSENGER
+
+     Here in the morning we're starting so soon,
+     Give us a message, we'll ride to the moon,
+     Straight through the meadows and hop o'er the stile,
+     And we will but charge you a farthing a mile.
+     A farthing a mile! a farthing a mile!
+     We will but charge you a farthing a mile.
+
+
+CATCH HIM, CROW
+
+     Catch him, crow! Carry him, kite!
+     Take him away till the apples are ripe;
+     When they are ripe and ready to fall,
+     Home comes [Johnny], apples and all.
+
+
+RIDE A COCK-HORSE
+
+     Ride a Cock-Horse to Charing Cross,
+     To see a Young Lady jump on a White Horse,
+     With Rings on her Fingers, and Bells on her Toes,
+     She shall have Music wherever she goes.
+
+
+THIS IS THE WAY
+
+     This is the way the ladies ride,
+       Nin! Nin! Nin!
+     This is the way the gentlemen ride,
+       Trot! Trot! Trot!
+     This is the way the farmers ride,
+       Jogglety! Jogglety! Jogglety! Jog!
+
+
+RIDE AWAY, RIDE AWAY
+
+     Ride away, ride away,
+       Johnny shall ride,
+     And he shall have pussy-cat
+       Tied to one side;
+     And he shall have little dog
+       Tied to the other,
+     And Johnny shall ride
+       To see his grandmother.
+
+
+TO MARKET, TO MARKET
+
+     To market, to market,
+       To buy a plum bun;
+     Home again, home again,
+       My journey is done.
+
+
+TROT, TROT, THE BABY GOES
+
+BY MARY F. BUTTS
+
+     Every evening Baby goes
+       Trot, trot, to town--
+     Across the river, through the fields,
+       Up hill and down.
+
+     Trot, trot, the Baby goes,
+       Up hill and down,
+     To buy a feather for her hat,
+       To buy a woolen gown.
+
+     Trot, trot, the Baby goes;
+       The birds fly down, alack!
+     "You cannot have our feathers, dear,"
+       They say; "so please trot back."
+
+     Trot, trot, the Baby goes;
+       The lambs come bleating near.
+     "You cannot have our wool," they say;
+       "But we are sorry, dear."
+
+     Trot, trot, the Baby goes,
+       Trot, trot, to town.
+     She buys a red rose for her hat,
+       She buys a cotton gown.
+
+
+RIDE A COCK-HORSE
+
+     Ride a cock-horse to Banbury-cross,
+       To see what Tommy can buy;
+     A penny white loaf, a penny white cake,
+       And a two-penny apple pie.
+
+          *       *       *
+
+     Ride a cock-horse to Shrewsbury-cross,
+     To buy little Johnny a galloping horse;
+     It trots behind and it ambles before,
+     And Johnny shall ride till he can ride no more.
+
+
+     Here we go UP, UP, UP!
+     Here we DOWN, DOWN, DOWN!
+     Here we go BACKWARDS and FORWARDS!
+     And here we go AROUND AND AROUND!
+
+
+
+
+#MOTHER GOOSE SONGS AND STORIES#
+
+
+
+
+WHO ARE THESE?
+
+     HERE ARE ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FIVE, SIX STORY-BOOK PICTURES.
+     ALL LITTLE GIRLS AND BOYS KNOW THE SIX STORIES THAT THESE SIX
+     PICTURES BELONG TO. TELL YOUR MAMA AND PAPA WHAT THE STORIES ARE.
+
+
+  [Illustration: THERE WAS AN OLD WOMAN
+                 FROM A DRAWING BY ANNE ANDERSON ]
+
+
+I SAW A SHIP A-SAILING
+
+     I saw a ship a-sailing,
+       A-sailing on the sea;
+     And, oh! it was all laden
+       With pretty things for thee!
+
+     There were candies in the cabin,
+       And apples in the hold;
+     The sails were made of silk,
+       And the masts were made of gold.
+
+     The four-and-twenty sailors
+       That stood between the decks,
+     Were four-and-twenty white mice,
+       With chains about their necks.
+
+     The captain was a duck,
+       With a packet on his back;
+     And when the ship began to move,
+       The captain cried, "Quack, quack!"
+
+
+GOOSEY, GOOSEY, GANDER
+
+     Goosey, goosey, gander, where dost thou wander?
+     Up stairs and down stairs, and in my lady's chamber;
+     There I met an old man that would not say his prayers,
+     I took him by his hind legs and threw him down stairs.
+
+
+THE WIND
+
+     Arthur O'Bower has broken his band,
+     He comes roaring up the land--
+     A King of Scots, with all his power,
+     Cannot turn Arthur of the Bower.
+
+
+ONCE I SAW A LITTLE BIRD
+
+     Once I saw a little bird
+       Come hop, hop, hop,
+     So I said, "Little bird,
+       Will you stop, stop, stop?"
+
+     I was going to the window
+       To say, "How do you do?"
+     But he shook his little tail
+       And far away he flew.
+
+
+RING-A-RING-A-ROSES
+
+     Ring-a-ring-a-roses,
+     A pocket full of posies;
+     Hush! hush! hush! hush!
+     We're all tumbled down.
+
+
+CROSS PATCH
+
+       Cross patch,
+       Draw the latch,
+     Sit by the fire and spin;
+
+       Take a cup,
+       And drink it up,
+     And call your neighbors in.
+
+
+HAPPY LET US BE
+
+     Merry are the bells, and merry would they ring;
+     Merry was myself, and merry could I sing;
+     With a merry ding-dong, happy, gay, and free,
+     And a merry sing-song, happy let us be!
+
+     Merry have we met, and merry have we been;
+     Merry let us part, and merry meet again;
+     With our merry sing-song, happy, gay, and free,
+     And a merry ding-dong, happy let us be!
+
+
+THE OLD WOMAN IN THE BASKET
+
+     There was an old woman tossed up in a basket,
+       Nineteen times as high as the moon;
+     Where she was going I couldn't but ask it
+       For in her hand she carried a broom.
+
+     "Old woman, old woman, old woman, quoth I,
+       O whither, O whither, O whither so high?"
+     "To brush the cobwebs off the sky!"
+       "Shall I go with thee?" "Aye, by-and-by."
+
+
+  [Illustration: _From a Drawing by Arthur Rackham_
+       "Where she was going I couldn't but ask it,
+        For in her hand she carried a broom."]
+
+
+THE FOX AND THE OLD GRAY GOOSE
+
+               The fox and his wife they had a great strife,
+               They never ate mustard in all their whole life;
+               They ate their meat without fork or knife,
+                 And loved to be picking a bone, e-ho!
+
+     The fox jumped up on a moonlight night,
+     The stars they were shining, and all things bright.
+     Oh, ho! said the fox, it's a very fine night
+       For me to go through the town, e-ho!
+
+               The fox when he came to yonder stile,
+               He lifted his lugs and he listened awhile;
+               Oh, ho, said the fox, it's but a short mile
+                 From this unto yonder wee town, e-ho!
+
+     The fox when he came to the farmer's gate,
+     Who should he see but the farmer's drake;
+     I love you well for your master's sake,
+       And long to be picking your bone, e-ho!
+
+               The gray goose she ran round the hay-stack.
+               Oh, ho! said the fox, you are very fat;
+               You'll grease my beard and ride on my back
+                 From this unto yonder wee town e-ho!
+
+     Old Gammer Hipple-hopple hopped out of bed,
+     She opened the casement, and popped out her head.
+     Oh! husband, oh! husband, the gray goose is dead,
+       And the fox is gone through the town, oh!
+
+               Then the old man got up in his red cap,
+               And swore he would catch the fox in a trap;
+               But the fox was too cunning, and gave him the slip,
+                 And ran through the town, the town, e-oh!
+
+     When he got to the top of the hill,
+     He blew his trumpet both loud and shrill,
+     For joy that he was safe
+       Through the town, e-oh!
+
+               When the fox came back to his den,
+               He had young ones, both nine and ten.
+               "You're welcome home, daddy; you may go again,
+                 If you bring us such nice meat from the town, e-oh!"
+
+
+  [Illustration: JACK FELL DOWN ...]
+
+
+JACK AND JILL
+
+     Jack and Jill went up the hill,
+       To draw a pail of water;
+     Jack fell down and broke his crown,
+       And Jill came tumbling after.
+
+     Up Jack got, and home did trot
+       As fast as he could caper;
+     Went to bed to mend his head,
+       With vinegar and brown paper.
+
+     Jill came in, and she did grin
+       To see his paper plaster;
+     Mother, vexed, did whip her next
+       For causing Jack's disaster.
+
+
+WILLY BOY
+
+     Willy boy, Willy boy, where are you going?
+       I will go with you if I may
+    "I'm going to the meadow to see them a-mowing,
+       I'm going to help them make the hay."
+
+
+BONNY LASS
+
+     Bonny lass, bonny lass, wilt thou be mine?
+     Thou shalt not wash dishes, nor yet serve the swine:
+     Thou shalt sit on a cushion, and sew a fine seam,
+     And thou shalt eat strawberries, sugar, and cream!
+
+
+OH, WHERE ARE YOU GOING?
+
+     Oh, where are you going,
+       My pretty maiden fair,
+     With your red rosy cheeks,
+       And your coal-black hair?
+
+     I'm going a-milking,
+       Kind sir, says she,
+     And it's dabbling in the dew
+       Where you'll find me.
+
+
+BOBBY SHAFTOE
+
+     Bobby Shaftoe's gone to sea,
+     Silver buckles on his knee;
+     He'll come back and marry me,
+       Pretty Bobby Shaftoe.
+
+     Bobby Shaftoe's fat and fair,
+     Combing down his yellow hair,
+     He's my love for evermair,
+       Pretty Bobby Shaftoe.
+
+
+DING-DONG-BELL
+
+     Ding--
+         Dong--
+             Bell!
+                 Pussy's in the well.
+       Who put her in? Little Johnny Green.
+       Who pulled her out? Big Johnny Stout.
+         What a naughty boy was that,
+         To drown poor pussy cat,
+       Who never did him any harm,
+       And killed the mice in his father's barn.
+
+
+LONDON BRIDGE
+
+     London bridge is broken down,
+         Dance over my Lady Lee,
+     London bridge is broken down,
+         With a gay ladye.
+
+     How shall we build it up again?
+         Dance over my Lady Lee,
+     How shall we build it up again?
+         With a gay ladye.
+
+     We'll build it up with gravel and stone,
+         Dance over my Lady Lee,
+     We'll build it up with gravel and stone,
+         With a gay ladye.
+
+     Gravel and stone will be washed away,
+         Dance over my Lady Lee,
+     Gravel and stone will be washed away,
+         With a gay ladye.
+
+     We'll build it up with iron and steel,
+         Dance over my Lady Lee,
+     We'll build it up with iron and steel,
+         With a gay ladye.
+
+     Iron and steel will bend and break,
+         Dance over my Lady Lee,
+     Iron and steel will bend and break,
+         With a gay ladye.
+
+     We'll build it up with silver and gold,
+         Dance over my Lady Lee,
+     We'll build it up with silver and gold,
+         With a gay ladye.
+
+     Silver and gold will be stolen away,
+         Dance over my Lady Lee,
+     Silver and gold will be stolen away,
+         With a gay ladye.
+
+     We'll set a man to watch it then,
+         Dance over my Lady Lee,
+     We'll set a man to watch it then,
+         With a gay ladye.
+
+     We'll put a pipe within his mouth,
+         Dance over my Lady Lee,
+     We'll put a pipe within his mouth,
+         With a gay ladye.
+
+
+  [Illustration: "Bobby Shaftoe's gone to sea."]
+
+
+GREEN GRAVEL
+
+     All round the green gravel the grass grows so green,
+     And all the pretty maids are fit to be seen,
+     Wash them in milk, dress them in silk,
+     And the first to go down shall be married in green.
+
+
+OLD MOTHER HUBBARD
+
+       Old Mother Hubbard
+       Went to the cupboard
+     To get her poor dog a bone;
+       But when she came there
+       The cupboard was bare,
+     And so the poor dog had none.
+
+     She went to the baker's
+       To buy him some bread,
+     But when she came back
+       The poor dog was dead.
+
+     She went to the joiner's
+       To buy him a coffin,
+     But when she came back
+       The poor dog was laughing.
+
+     She went to the butcher's
+       To get him some tripe,
+     But when she came back
+       He was smoking his pipe.
+
+     She went to the hatter's
+       To buy him a hat,
+     But when she came back
+       He was feeding the cat.
+
+     She went to the barber's
+       To buy him a wig,
+     But when she came back
+       He was dancing a jig.
+
+     She went to the tailor's
+       To buy him a coat,
+     But when she came back
+       He was riding a goat.
+
+     She went to the cobbler's
+       To buy him some shoes,
+     But when she came back
+       He was reading the news.
+
+     She went to the seamstress
+       To buy him some linen,
+     But when she came back
+       The dog was a-spinning.
+
+     She went to the hosier's
+       To buy him some hose,
+     But when she came back
+       He was dressed in his clothes.
+
+     The dame made a curtsey,
+       The dog made a bow;
+     The dame said, "Your servant."
+       The dog said, "Bow, wow."
+
+
+  [Illustration: THE STORY OF MOTHER HUBBARD, TOLD IN JAPANESE PICTURES.]
+
+
+LITTLE BO-PEEP
+
+     Little Bo-Peep, she lost her sheep,
+       And can't tell where to find them;
+     Leave them alone, and they'll come home,
+       And bring their tails behind them.
+
+     Little Bo-peep fell fast asleep,
+       And dreamed she heard them bleating;
+     When she awoke she found it a joke,
+       For they still were all fleeting.
+
+     Then up she took her little crook,
+       Determined for to find them,
+     She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed,
+       For they'd left their tails behind them!
+
+     It happened one day, as Bo-peep did stray
+       Unto a meadow hard by--
+     There she espied their tails side by side,
+       All hung on a tree to dry.
+
+     She heaved a sigh and wiped her eye,
+       Then went over hill and dale,
+     And tried what she could, as a shepherdess should,
+       To tack to each sheep its tail.
+
+
+COME OUT TO PLAY
+
+     Boys and girls, come out to play,
+     The moon does shine as bright as day;
+     Leave your supper, and leave your sleep,
+     And meet your playfellows in the street,
+     Come with a whoop and come with a call,
+     Come with a good will or not at all.
+     Up the ladder and down the wall,
+     A halfpenny roll will serve us all.
+     You find milk and I'll find flour,
+     And we'll have pudding in half an hour.
+
+
+LITTLE ROBIN REDBREAST
+
+     Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a tree,
+     Up went the Pussy-Cat, and down went he!
+     Down came Pussy-Cat, away Robin ran,
+     Says little Robin Redbreast--catch me if you can.
+
+     Little Robin Redbreast jumped upon a spade,
+     Pussy-Cat jumped after him, and then he was afraid.
+     Little Robin chirped and sung, and what did Pussy say?
+     Pussy-Cat said Mew, mew, mew--and Robin flew away.
+
+
+LITTLE BOY BLUE
+
+     Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn,
+     The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn.
+     What! Is this the way you mind your sheep,
+     Under the haycock, fast asleep?
+
+
+MY MAID MARY
+
+           My maid Mary
+           She minds her dairy,
+     While I go a-hoeing and mowing each morn.
+           Merrily runs the reel
+           And the little spinning-wheel
+     While I am singing and mowing my corn.
+
+
+BEGGARS ARE COME TO TOWN
+
+         Hark! Hark!
+         The dogs do bark!
+     The beggars are come to town;
+
+         Some in rags,
+         Some in jags,
+     And some in velvet gowns.
+
+          *       *       *
+
+     Bow-Wow-Wow!
+     Whose Dog art thou?
+     Little Tom Tinker's Dog,
+     Bow-Wow-Wow!
+
+
+BLOW, WIND, BLOW!
+
+     Blow, wind, blow! and go, mill, go!
+     That the miller may grind his corn;
+     That the baker may take it,
+     And into rolls make it,
+     And send us some hot in the morn.
+
+
+BYE, BABY BUNTING
+
+     Bye, Baby bunting,
+     Father's gone a-hunting,
+       Mother's gone a-milking,
+       Sister's gone a-silking,
+     And Brother's gone to buy a skin,
+     To wrap the Baby bunting in.
+
+
+THREE LITTLE KITTENS
+
+     Three little kittens, they lost their mittens,
+       And they began to cry:
+         "O mother dear,
+         We very much fear,
+       That we have lost our mittens."
+         Lost your mittens!
+         You naughty kittens!
+       Then you shall have no pie.
+           "Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow,"
+       No, you shall have no pie.
+           "Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow."
+
+     The three little kittens, they found their mittens,
+       And they began to cry:
+         "O mother dear,
+         See here, see here!
+       See! we have found our mittens."
+         Put on your mittens
+         You silly kittens,
+       And you may have some pie.
+           "Purr-r, purr-r, purr-r,
+       O let us have the pie.
+           Purr-r, purr-r, purr-r."
+
+     The three little kittens put on their mittens,
+       And soon ate up the pie;
+         "O mother dear,
+         We greatly fear,
+       That we have soiled our mittens."
+         Soiled your mittens!
+         You naughty kittens!
+       Then they began to sigh,
+           "Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow."
+       Then they began to sigh,
+           "Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow."
+
+     The three little kittens, they washed their mittens.
+       And hung them out to dry;
+         "O mother dear,
+         Do you not hear,
+       That we have washed our mittens?"
+         Washed your mittens!
+         Oh, you're good kittens.
+       But I smell a rat close by;
+           Hush! Hush! "Mee-ow, mee-ow.
+       We smell a rat close by,
+           Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow."
+
+
+TOM WAS A PIPER'S SON
+
+     Tom, Tom was a piper's son,
+     He learned to play when he was young,
+     And all the tune that he could play
+     Was "Over the hills and far away."
+     Over the hills, and a great way off,
+     The wind will blow my top-knot off.
+
+     Now, Tom with his pipe made such a noise
+     That he well pleased both the girls and boys,
+     And they always stopped to hear him play
+     "Over the hills and far away."
+
+
+DAFFY-DOWN-DILLY
+
+     Daffy-down-dilly is new come to town,
+     With a petticoat green, and a bright yellow gown,
+     And her white blossoms are peeping around.
+
+
+BILLY BOY
+
+     Oh, where have you been, Billy Boy, Billy Boy,
+       Oh, where have you been, charming Billy?
+     "I have been to seek a wife,
+     She's the joy of my life,
+       She's a young thing and cannot leave her mother."
+
+     What work can she do, Billy Boy, Billy Boy,
+       What work can she do, charming Billy?
+     "She can brew and she can bake,
+     She can make a wedding cake--
+       She's a young thing and cannot leave her mother."
+
+     Can she make a cherry pie, Billy Boy, Billy Boy,
+       Can she make a cherry pie, charming Billy?
+     "She can make a cherry pie
+     Quick's cat can wink her eye--
+       She's a young thing and cannot leave her mother."
+
+     How old is she, Billy Boy, Billy Boy,
+       How old is she, charming Billy?
+     "She is three times six, four times seven,
+     Twenty-eight and eleven--
+       She's a young thing and cannot leave her mother."
+
+
+THREE WISE MEN OF GOTHAM
+
+     Three wise men of Gotham
+     Went to sea in a bowl,
+     And if the bowl had been stronger
+     My song had been longer.
+
+
+LITTLE TOMMY TUCKER
+
+     "Little Tommy Tucker,
+       Sing for your supper."
+     "What shall I sing?"
+       "White bread and butter."
+     "How shall I cut it
+       Without any knife?
+     How shall I marry
+       Without any wife?"
+
+
+PUSSY AND THE MICE
+
+     Nine little mice sat down to spin;
+     Pussy passed by, and she peeped in.
+     "What are you at, my little men?"
+     "Making coats for gentlemen."
+     "Shall I come in and bite off your threads?"
+     "No, no, Miss Pussy, you'll snip off our heads."
+
+
+WHEN I WAS A LITTLE BOY
+
+     When I was a little boy, I lived by myself,
+     And all the bread and cheese I got I put upon a shelf;
+     The rats and the mice, they made such a strife,
+     I was forced to go to London to buy me a wife.
+     The streets were so broad, and the lanes were so narrow,
+     I was forced to bring my wife home in a wheelbarrow;
+     The wheelbarrow broke, and my wife had a fall,
+     And down came the wheelbarrow, wife, and all.
+
+
+CHINESE MOTHER-GOOSE RHYMES
+
+BY PROF ISAAC TAYLOR HEADLAND
+
+LITTLE FAT BOY
+
+     What a bonny little fellow is this fat boy of mine!
+       He makes people die of joy!
+     What a fine little fellow is this fat boy of mine!
+       Now whose is this loving little boy?
+
+     [Illustration: THE LITTLE FAT BOY.]
+
+       Do you want to buy a beauty?
+       Do you want to buy a beauty?
+     If you buy him he will watch your house,
+       And do it as his duty.
+
+     And no matter as to servants,
+       You may have them or may not,
+     But you'll never need to lock your door,
+       Or give your house a thought.
+
+
+  [Illustration: A FINGER TEST.]
+
+A FINGER TEST
+
+     You strike three times on the top, you see,
+     And strike three times on the bottom for me,
+     Then top and bottom you strike very fast,
+     And open a door in the middle at last.
+
+
+  [Illustration: "OUR BABY," IN CHINESE CHARACTERS.]
+
+OUR BABY
+
+     Mrs. Chang, Mrs. Lee,
+     Mama has a small babee;
+     Stands up firm,
+     Sits up straight,
+     Won't eat milk,
+     But lives on cake.
+
+  [Illustration: OUR BABY.]
+
+
+  [Illustration: THE LITTLE GOLDEN SISTER.]
+
+THE LITTLE GOLDEN SISTER
+
+     My little golden sister
+       Rides a golden horse slow,
+     And we'll use a golden whip
+       If the horse doesn't go.
+
+     A little gold fish
+       In a gold bowl we see,
+     And a gold-colored bird
+       On a gold-blossomed tree.
+
+     A gold-plated god
+       In a gold temple stands,
+     With a gold-plated baby
+       In his gold-plated hands.
+
+
+TEN FINGERS
+
+(_A Chinese finger-play_)
+
+     Three horses are drinking,
+       Three horses are feeding,
+     The two men are fighting,
+       The old woman pleading,
+     The baby is crying,
+       But no one is heeding.
+
+  [Illustration: TEN FINGERS.]
+
+  [Illustration: "TEN FINGERS," IN CHINESE CHARACTERS.]
+
+
+A RIDDLE
+
+     A plum blossom foot,
+       And a pudding face sweet;
+     He's taller when he's sitting
+       Than when standing on his feet.
+
+  [Illustration: A RIDDLE.]
+
+
+THE FIVE FINGERS
+
+(_Another finger-play_)
+
+     A great big brother,
+       And a little brother so,
+     A big bell-tower,
+       And a temple and a show,
+     And little baby wee, wee,
+       Always wants to go.
+
+  [Illustration: THE FIVE FINGERS.]
+
+
+LADYBUG
+
+     Ladybug, ladybug,
+       Fly away, do;
+     Fly to the mountain,
+       And feed upon dew.
+
+     Feed upon dew,
+       And sleep on a rug,
+     And then run away
+       Like a good little bug.
+
+  [Illustration: "LADYBUG," IN CHINESE CHARACTERS.]
+
+  [Illustration: LADYBUG.]
+
+
+THE SPIDER
+
+     Oh, my dear brother spider,
+       With your body big and red,
+     From the eaves you are hanging
+       On a single little thread.
+
+  [Illustration: THE SPIDER.]
+
+
+  [Illustration: "THE GREAT WALL," IN CHINESE CHARACTERS.]
+
+THE GREAT WALL
+
+     The wily Emperor Tsin Chi-hwang
+     He built a wall both great and strong.
+     The steps were narrow, but the wall was stout,
+     So it kept the troublesome Tartars out.
+
+
+
+
+#MOTHER GOOSE CONTINUED#
+BY ANNA MARION SMITH
+
+
+
+
+"Pussy cat, Pussy cat"
+
+     "Pussy cat, pussy cat, where have you been?"
+     "I've been to London, to see the Queen."
+     "Pussy cat, pussy cat, what did you there?"
+     "I frightened a little mouse under the chair."
+
+     "What did you say when you'd made your best bow?"
+     "I opened my mouth and remarked '_miaow_.'"
+     "What did the Queen say in answer to that?"
+     "She screamed a little, and then she said, 'SCAT!'"
+
+
+Little Boy Blue
+
+    "Little boy Blue, come blow your horn,
+     The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn.
+     Is this the way you mind your sheep,--
+     Under the haystack, fast asleep?"
+
+     Little boy Blue, awake, awake,
+     And see how merry your charges make!
+     Through field and garden their course they steer,
+     And the mischief they're doing,--oh dear, oh dear!
+
+
+PAT-A-CAKE
+
+     "Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man
+       Bake me a cake as quick as you can
+     Pat it and prick it, and mark it with B,
+       And put it in the oven for baby and me."
+
+     Hurry it, hurry it, baker's man;
+     Bring it to us as quick as you can.
+     I hope it has raisins by way of surprise,
+     And little black currants that look just like eyes.
+
+     Here it comes, here it comes, baby mine.
+     Never was cake that was half so fine;
+     Brown as a berry, and hot from the pan,--
+     Thank you, oh thank you, you good baker's man!
+
+          *       *       *
+
+     "Hickory, dickory, dock.
+     The mouse ran up the clock,
+       The clock struck one,
+       The mouse ran down,--
+     Hickory, dickory, dock."
+
+     Hickory, dickory, dock,
+     Again he tried the clock,
+       This time,--don't frown,--
+       The _clock_ ran down!
+     Hickory, dickory, dock.
+
+
+HOW MANY MILES TO BABYLON?
+
+    "HOW MANY MILES TO BABYLON?
+       THREE SCORE MILES AND TEN
+     CAN I GET THERE BY CANDLELIGHT?
+       YES, AND BACK AGAIN."
+
+     How shall I go to Babylon?
+       Who will tell me true?
+     Oh, there are trains, and there are boats,
+       And automobiles too.
+
+     And one may ride a bicycle,
+       Or go in a balloon;
+     Or one may travel on his feet
+       And get there 'most as soon.
+
+     For trains go off the track, you see,
+       And boats go down below;
+     And automobiles go to smash
+       In ways that none may know.
+
+     And tires of bicycles go pop,
+       Balloons will go and balk,
+     So taking all in all, I think
+       If I were you, I'd walk.
+
+
+Hark! Hark!
+
+       Hark, Hark the dogs do bark!
+     The beggars have come to town.
+     Some in rags, and some in tags,
+       And some in velvet gowns.
+
+     Hear, hear, they're drawing near!
+       Just hark to the tramp of feet!
+     So haste about, set tables out,
+       And get them food to eat.
+
+     Run, run, the turkey's done!
+       I hope it is nicely dressed,
+     For those who shirk and will not work
+       Are sure to want the best.
+
+
+There Was an Old Woman
+
+    "There was an old woman
+     Who lived in a shoe,
+     Who had so many children
+     She didn't know what to do
+     She gave them some broth
+     Without any bread
+     And whipped them all soundly
+     And sent them to bed."
+
+ [Illustration:
+     There was an old woman who lived in a shoe.
+     She had so many children she didn't know what to do;
+     She gave them some broth without any bread;
+     She whipped them all soundly, and put them to bed.
+     FROM A DRAWING BY P. VINTON BROWN]
+
+     Now it happened that Santa Claus,
+       Passing that way,
+     Peeped into the shoe top
+       And saw how they lay--
+     With their round, rosy faces
+       All shining with tears,
+     And resolved to do something
+       To comfort the dears.
+
+     So while they were sleeping
+       In woful array,
+     He bundled those children
+       Right into his sleigh;
+     And cracking his whip
+       As his reindeers sped forth,
+     Away they all flew
+       To his home in the North.
+
+     What wonders he showed them,
+       Such beautiful toys!
+     Such dolls for the girls,
+       And such drums for the boys!
+     Such farms and such stables,
+       Such monkeys and bears,
+     Such dishes and tables
+       And tiny dolls' chairs!
+
+     And when they had seen
+       All the wonderful things
+     Which each winter, at Christmas,
+       Dear Santa Claus brings,
+     He gave them, to make
+       Their enchantment complete,
+     Just all of the candy
+       And cake they could eat.
+
+     When they told of their travels,
+       Their mother, it seems,
+     Only laughed, and declared
+       They were nothing but dreams.
+     I am sure, though, things _must_
+       Have occurred as they say,
+     Else why were they, all of them,
+       Ill the next day?
+
+
+Humpty Dumpty
+
+    "Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall.
+     Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
+     All the King's horses and all the King's men
+     Couldn't put Humpty Dumpty together again."
+
+                    I
+     There he lay, stretched out on the ground,
+     While all the company gathered around;
+     When, valiantly stifling his tears and his groans,
+     He sadly addressed them in quavering tones.
+
+                    II
+    "Friends," said Humpty, wiping his eyes,
+    "This sudden descent was an awful surprise.
+     It inclines me to think,--you may laugh at my views,--
+     That a seat that is humble is safest to choose.
+
+                    III
+    "All are not fitted to sit on a wall,
+     Some have no balance, and some are too small;
+     Many have tried it and found, as I guess,
+     They've ended, like me, in a terrible mess.
+
+                    IV
+    "Hark, you horses, and all you king's men!
+     Hear it, and never forget it again!
+     'Tis those who are patient in seats that are low,
+     Who some day get up in high places and crow."
+
+                    V
+     Then they took him and put him to bed.
+     I hope you'll remember the things that he said;
+     For all the king's horses and all the king's men
+     Never once thought of his sermon again.
+
+
+The Queen of Hearts
+
+    "The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts
+         All on a summer's day
+     The Knave of Hearts, he stole those tarts
+         And with them ran away.
+     The King of Hearts called for the tarts
+         And beat the Knave full sore.
+     The Knave of Hearts brought back the tarts,
+         And vowed he'd steal no more."
+
+     This noble queen, with mind serene,
+       Then made a mammoth cake.
+     The naughty knave for cake did crave,
+       And off with it did make.
+     The haughty king, for punishing,
+       Would have him eat it all,
+     Which made the knave--unhappy slave--
+       Too sick to speak or crawl.
+
+     Since then, at ease, their majesties
+       Eat pastries every day.
+     The knave affirms his stomach squirms,
+       And looks the other way.
+     Alas, alas, to such a pass
+       Doth gluttony invite!
+     'Tis very sad to be so bad,
+       And lose one's appetite.
+
+     Next day the queen, with lofty mien,
+       Prepared some lovely pies.
+     The feeble knave side-glances gave
+       At them with longing eyes.
+     The cruel king, with mocking fling,
+       Said: "Do, now, have some pie!"
+     The qualmish knave, no longer brave,
+       Could only groan, "Not I."
+
+
+One Misty Moisty Morning
+
+        "One misty, moisty morning
+         When cloudy was the weather
+     I chanced to meet an old man clothed all in leather.
+     He began to compliment, and I began to grin,
+     How do you do, and how do you do
+         And how do you do again?"
+
+         This morning as I wandered
+         To enjoy the charming weather,
+     I met a man in goggles and a modern suit of leather.
+     He began to toot a horn and I began to run,
+     He knocked me flat nor cared for that;
+         And down the road he spun.
+
+
+OLD KING COLE
+
+     "Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
+      And a merry old soul was he:
+      He called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl,
+      And he called for his fiddlers three.
+      Every fiddler had a fine fiddle,
+      And a very fine fiddle had he:
+      (Twee-tweedle-dee, tweedle-dee, went the fiddlers three)--
+      Oh, there's none so rare as can compare
+        With King Cole and his fiddlers three!"
+
+                    I
+     Good Queen Kate was his royal mate,
+       And a right royal mate was she:
+     She would frequently state that carousing till late
+       Was something that never should be.
+     But every fiddler had such a fine fiddle,--
+       Oh, such a fine fiddle had he,--
+     That old King Cole, in his inmost soul,
+       Was as restive as he could be.
+
+                    II
+     When thus spoke she to his majesty,
+       He planted his crown on tight.
+     "We will wait," whispered he to the fiddlers three,
+       "Till the Queen has retired for the night."
+     Every fiddler then tuned up his fiddle,
+       And tuned it as true as could be:
+     While old King Cole got his pipe and bowl
+       And replenished them secretly.
+
+                    III
+     So gay they grew as the night hours flew,
+       He forgot how the time sped away;
+     Till swift overhead he heard the Queen's tread
+     As she sprang out of bed, when he hurriedly said
+       They might finish the tune the next day.
+     Every fiddler he had a fine fiddle,
+       And a very fine fiddle had he:
+     Oh, 't was not fair such a concert rare
+       Should be ended so suddenly!
+
+
+PUSSY SITS BESIDE THE FIRE
+
+     "Pussy sits beside the fire
+        How can she be fair?
+      Then comes in the little dog.
+        "Pussy, are you there?
+      So so, dear Mistress Pussy,
+        Pray tell me how you do?"
+     "Indeed, I thank you little dog,
+        I'm very well just now."
+
+     "Fy, pussy, what a lazy cat,
+        On such a pleasant day
+      To sit and drowse beside the fire
+        And sleep the hours away!
+      A self-respecting dog would think
+        Himself a sorry cur,
+      If he did nothing all day long
+        But fold his arms and purr!"
+
+     "Now, sir, you needn't criticize
+        Because I sit and blink,
+      For while my eyes are shut, like this,
+        I think, and think, and think.
+      And when I purr, please understand
+        I work with all my might,
+      A-humming over songs I sing
+        When I go out at night.
+
+     "Excuse me. Now I'll close my eyes,
+        And think a little more.
+      On busy days like this, I show
+        My visitors the door.
+      'T is only little dogs who judge
+        That one must idle be,
+      Unless one's chasing round and round
+       Or barking up a tree."
+
+
+THE NORTH WIND DOTH BLOW
+
+    "The north wind doth blow, and we shall have snow,
+     And what will the robin do then, poor thing?
+     He'll sit in the barn and keep himself warm,
+     And hide his head under his wing, poor thing."
+
+     But never a word of plaint will be heard
+     From robin, no matter how tired and cold;
+     For well will he know that the winter will go,
+     And the blossoms and greenness of spring unfold.
+
+     And when the warm sun says winter is done,
+     He'll gladden us all with his cheery song;
+     And never will fret if the season is wet,
+     Or wail that the winter was hard and long.
+
+
+I HAD A LITTLE HUSBAND
+
+    "I had a little husband
+     No bigger than my thumb,
+     I put him in a pint pot,
+     And there I bid him drum
+     I bought a little handkerchief
+     To wipe his little nose,
+     And a pair of little garters
+     To tie his little hose."
+
+     I bought a little carriage
+       And took him out to ride,
+     And yet with all my efforts
+       He wasn't satisfied.
+     I never would have married,
+       Now this I do declare,--
+     If I'd supposed a husband
+       Was such an awful care.
+
+
+There was a man in our town
+
+    "There was a man in our town,
+     And he was wondrous wise
+     He jumped into a bramble bush
+     And scratched out both his eyes.
+     And when he saw his eyes were out,
+     With all his might and main
+     He jumped into another bush
+     And scratched them in again."
+
+     This clever man then hastened on
+       And bought a pair of shears,
+     But when he tried to cut with them,
+       He snipped off both his ears.
+     And when he heard his ears were off,
+       ('T was told him o'er and o'er),
+     He seized the shears and snipped them back
+       As they had been before.
+
+    "Because," said he, "wise men like me,
+       Who travel round about,
+     And keep their eyes, and use them well,
+       May find some people out.
+     And if they also use their ears,
+       And hark what hearsay brings,
+     They're likewise pretty sure to hear
+       Some very funny things."
+
+
+SEE SAW, SACARADOWN
+
+     "See saw, sacaradown,
+     Which is the way to Boston town?
+     One foot up, the other foot down.
+     That is the way to Boston town."
+
+     See saw, steady and slow!
+     Other places there are, I know,
+     But they are not worth the trouble to go,
+     For Boston people have told me so.
+
+
+Sing a Song o' sixpence
+
+     "Sing a song o' sixpence
+       Pocket full of rye;
+     Four-and-twenty blackbirds
+       Baked in a pie.
+     When the pie was opened
+       The birds began to sing
+     Was not this a dainty dish
+       To set before the King?
+
+     The King was in his counting-house
+     Counting out his money;
+     The Queen was in the parlor,
+     Eating bread and honey.
+     The maid was in the garden
+     Hanging out the clothes
+     When along came a blackbird
+     And nipped off her nose."
+
+     Sing a song o' sixpence
+       A pocket full of rye;
+     I know another blackbird
+       Baked in a pie.
+     The maid it was who baked it
+       With all her might and main,
+     Resolved there'd be one blackbird
+       That shouldn't nip again.
+
+
+I LOVE LITTLE PUSSY
+
+    "I love little pussy, her coat is so warm,
+     And if I don't hurt her, she'll do me no harm.
+     I'll sit by the fire and give her some food,
+     And pussy will love me because I am good."
+
+     I never will dress her again, that is sure.
+     Her scratches, you see, are not easy to cure.
+     And I find that it takes much more time than you'd guess,
+     To sew up the rents in my dolly's best dress.
+
+     I'd give a good deal, if it wasn't for that,
+     To see how she'd look in my dolly's new hat.
+     But no, I'll not try it, you never can tell;
+     And politeness is best till one's scratches get well.
+
+
+The Horner Brothers
+
+BY Elizabeth Raymond Woodward
+
+     Jack Horner had three brothers,
+       Their names were Horner, too--
+     One was James, and one was George,
+       And the little one was Hugh.
+     And they always did exactly
+       What they saw Jackie do--
+     James and George and the littlest one,
+       The one whose name was Hugh.
+
+     So when Jack's Christmas pie was made,
+       They made three others, too--
+     One for James, and one for George,
+       And a little one for Hugh.
+     And _they_ sat up in corners,
+       As they'd seen Jackie do--
+     James and George and the littlest one,
+       The one whose name was Hugh.
+
+     I'm sure 't was _very_ lucky
+       (Does it not seem so to you?)
+     That the room had just four corners
+     For Jack James George and Hugh
+     For if Jackie had a corner,
+       There _must_ be corners, too,
+     For James and George and the littlest one,
+       The one whose name was Hugh.
+
+          *       *       *
+
+     A little old man
+       with a shiny bald head
+     Was told by his wife
+       they were all out of bread.
+     He puckered his lips
+       and replied with a frown,
+     "Then bring me some toast
+       that is crusty and brown."
+
+
+JINGLES
+
+
+THERE WAS A MAN IN OUR TOWN
+
+     There was a man in our town,
+       And all he did each day
+     Was to skip and hop along the streets
+       And on a trumpet play.
+
+
+A MOST WONDERFUL SIGHT
+
+     The most wonderful sight I ever did see
+     Was an owl on the branch of our old oak-tree;
+     His eyes were so large and his head was so small
+     That he seemed all eyes and no head at all.
+
+
+SAILING
+
+     Afloat, afloat, in a golden boat!
+       Hoist the sail to the breeze!
+     Steer by a star to lands afar
+       That sleep in the southern seas,
+       And then come home to our teas!
+
+
+An Up-to-date Pussy-cat.
+
+     Pussy cat, pussy cat, where have you been?
+     I've been to London in my new machine.
+     Pussy cat, pussy cat, what did you there?
+     The auto broke down and was hard to repair.
+                         Adeline Knapp.
+
+
+MISERY IN COMPANY
+
+     The rain is falling,
+       The fire is out!
+     Jane has the toothache,
+       John has the gout!
+
+
+COURT NEWS
+
+BY LUCY FITCH PERKINS
+
+     The king and queen went out to-day,
+     A-riding on a load of hay.
+     The king fell off and lost his crown,
+     The queen fell, too, and tore her gown.
+
+
+  [Illustration: Old Mother Goose.]
+
+A MESSAGE TO MOTHER GOOSE.
+
+By Ellen Manly.
+
+     Once on a time there lived a child--so it was told to me--
+       Who never heard of Mother Goose and her fine family.
+     The man who lived up in the moon he saw her with his eyes,
+       And told the shocking story to the Man so Wondrous Wise,
+     Who said the proper thing to do in such a case would be
+       To send the dreadful news at once to good old Mother G.
+
+     So off he ran to Old King Cole and told the Fiddlers Three,
+       And Old King Cole said, "Bless my soul! such things must never be!"
+     And, putting up his pipe, dispatched a Fiddler in a trice
+       To find Jack Horner and request the aid of his advice.
+
+     Jack Horner cried; "Alack-a-day! and can it really be,
+       There lives a child who never heard about my pie and me?
+     I cannot spread the news myself--I'm busy finding plums.
+       You'd better ask the King of France when next this way he comes!"
+
+     The King of France was close at hand, a-marching up the hill,
+       But kindly turned his men about to search for Jack and Jill;
+     And Jack and Jill, with all good-will, they hunted up Bo-Peep,
+       And then they wakened poor Boy Blue, beside the hay asleep.
+
+     Bo-Peep she left her wandering sheep; Boy Blue he blew his horn,
+       And sent the Knave of Hearts to tell the Maiden all Forlorn.
+     John Barleycorn, he heard the news, and Tom the Piper's Son;
+       And Tom set out to find John Stout as fast as he could run.
+
+     The story shocked Miss Muffet so she dropped her curds and whey
+       And flew to Mother Hubbard's house, but found her gone away
+     To buy her poor old dog a bone, and so she told Jack Sprat
+       As he was lecturing Tommy Green for drowning pussy cat.
+
+     Brave Tommy Tucker stopped his song at hearing what she said,
+       And, quite forgetting supper-time, his butter and his bread,
+     To Mary Quite Contrary went, as in the garden row
+       She raked the shells and silver bells that she had coaxed to grow!
+
+     Then Mary left her precious flowers and ran with might and main,
+       (The Man in Leather lent his coat in case it chanced to rain),
+     And came to Mother Goose's farm before Bow Bells could ring,
+       Which, Little Polly Flinders said, was quite a lucky thing.
+
+     Within her cosy little house beneath the jimcrack-tree
+       The worthy dame was just about to brew a cup of tea.
+     But when she heard the dreadful news she let the teapot fall,
+       And for her Sunday cap and gown impatiently did call.
+
+    "Quick! get my steeple hat," quoth she, "my newest high heeled shoes,
+       And bring my gander to the door; there is no time to lose!
+     I must away to Santa Claus before the set of sun,
+       To tell him this alarming tale and see what can be done!"
+
+     She wrapped her in her scarlet cloak, she donned her steeple hat;
+       The gander flapped his lovely wings and circled like a bat,
+     And then the noble bird away to Christmas Land did soar,
+       Nor slackened speed till they arrived at Santa Claus's door!
+
+     Good Santa Claus was overjoyed his dear old friend to see,
+       And treated her to cake and nuts from off a Christmas tree.
+     Just what was said on either side I can't exactly tell,
+       As nobody was near enough to hear it very well.
+
+     But this I've learned: old Santa Claus that very Christmas took
+       That poor, benighted little child a most enchanting book,
+     And now she knows old Mother Goose--her children great and small,
+       And, as good little folks should do, she dearly loves them all!
+
+
+
+
+#SLEEPY-TIME SONGS AND STORIES#
+
+
+
+
+SWEET AND LOW
+
+By Alfred, Lord Tennyson
+
+     Sweet and low, sweet and low,
+       Wind of the Western Sea.
+     Low, low, breathe and blow,
+       Wind of the Western Sea!
+     Over the rolling waters go,
+     Come from the dying Moon, and blow,
+       Blow him again to me;
+     While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps.
+
+     Sleep and rest, sleep and rest,
+       Father will come to thee soon;
+     Rest, rest on Mother's breast,
+       Father will come to thee soon;
+     Father will come to his Babe in the Nest,
+     Silver sails all out of the West
+       Under the Silver Moon;
+     Sleep, my little one, sleep my pretty one, sleep.
+
+
+THE SLEEPY-TIME STORY[C]
+
+BY GERTRUDE SMITH
+
+One night Arabella and Araminta's mamma was sewing, and their papa was
+reading his newspaper. And there was a fire in the grate--a warm, bright
+fire in the grate.
+
+And Arabella sat on the rug before the fire, and Araminta sat on the rug
+before the fire.
+
+And Arabella was playing with her little white kitty, and Araminta was
+playing with her little black kitty.
+
+And Arabella's little white kitty's name was Annabel, and Araminta's
+little black kitty's name was Lillabel.
+
+Arabella had a little red ball fastened to a long string, and Araminta
+had a little blue ball fastened to a long string. Arabella would roll
+her ball, and her little white kitty would run and jump for it. And
+Araminta would roll her ball, and her little black kitty would run and
+jump for it.
+
+The kittens were so cunning and funny, and they were having such a
+splendid time.
+
+Sometimes when Arabella's kitty would run very fast, or jump very high,
+Arabella would laugh until she tumbled right over on the floor.
+
+And sometimes when Araminta's kitty would run very fast, or jump very
+high, Araminta would laugh until she would tumble right over on the
+floor.
+
+Oh, they were having a splendid time.
+
+But all at once their mamma looked up from her sewing, and said,
+"Good-night, Arabella. Good-night, Araminta. The clock is on the stroke
+of eight."
+
+And their papa looked up from his paper, and said, "Yes, good-night,
+Arabella. Good-night, Araminta. The clock is on the stroke of eight."
+
+And Arabella said, "Oh, must we go to bed right now?"
+
+And Araminta said, "Oh, must we go to bed right now?"
+
+And their papa said, "Yes, indeed; yes, indeed. Good-night, Arabella.
+Good-night, Araminta. The clock is on the stroke of eight."
+
+Always, when it was bedtime, their papa and mamma would say,
+"Good-night, Arabella. Good-night, Araminta."
+
+And sometimes they were good, and sometimes they were bad; but they
+always ran away to bed.
+
+And their dear mamma always went with them and tucked them in and kissed
+them, and then came away downstairs and left them. And sometimes they
+were good, and sometimes they were bad; but they always went to sleep.
+
+But to-night their mamma said,
+
+     "Run and get your nighties, dears,
+       And get each a flannel gown,
+     And we'll sit and rock you here,
+       Till you go to sleepy-town."
+
+And Arabella ran upstairs and got her nighty and her little flannel
+gown. And Araminta ran upstairs and got her nighty and her little
+flannel gown. And their mamma undressed Arabella, and their papa
+undressed Araminta.
+
+Arabella's little flannel gown was red, and Araminta's little flannel
+gown was pink. When they had put them on over their nighties they were
+just as warm as toast.
+
+Arabella's kitty was playing with Araminta's kitty on the rug before the
+fire. They were rolling and tumbling and chasing each other, and they
+looked so cunning and sweet.
+
+And Arabella's mamma took Arabella on her lap, and Araminta's papa took
+Araminta on his lap.
+
+Arabella said, "Oh, I want my kitty in my lap, mamma!"
+
+And Araminta said, "Oh, I want my kitty in my lap, papa!"
+
+So they jumped down and caught the kitties.
+
+Their mamma rocked Arabella, and their papa rocked Araminta; and they
+sang to them,
+
+     "Now a nice little rock,
+      And never mind the clock,
+      Now a nice little rock,
+      And never mind the clock!"
+
+And they sang it over, and over, and over.
+
+     "Now a nice little rock,
+      And never mind the clock,
+      Now a nice little rock,
+      And never mind the clock!"
+
+And Arabella cuddled in her mamma's arms, and hugged her little kitty
+close; and Araminta cuddled in her papa's arms, and hugged her little
+kitty close.
+
+And their mamma sang, and their papa sang,
+
+     "Now she goes to sleepy-town, sleepy-town, sleepy-town;
+      Cuddled in her little gown, here she goes to sleepy-town."
+
+And they sang it over, and over, and over.
+
+     "Now she goes to sleepy-town, sleepy-town, sleepy-town;
+      Cuddled in her little gown, here she goes to sleepy-town."
+
+And very soon Arabella could only just hear her mamma singing, and very
+soon Araminta could only just hear her papa singing, "Sleepy-town,
+sleepy-town." And soon they couldn't hear them at all. They were sound
+asleep!
+
+And their mamma looked at their papa, and said, "Our precious little
+dears are both sound asleep."
+
+And their papa said, "Yes, our little pets have both reached
+sleepy-town."
+
+And Arabella's mamma carried her upstairs and put her in her little bed,
+and Araminta's papa carried her upstairs and put her in her little bed.
+And Arabella was hugging her white kitty up close in her arms and
+Araminta was hugging her black kitty up close in her arms. And the
+kitties were both sound asleep, too.
+
+But Arabella's kitty and Araminta's kitty did not sleep with them all
+night--oh, no indeed! They had a nice little, warm little, soft little
+bed down in the basement, close to the furnace.
+
+And their papa took the kitties out of their arms, and carried them down
+to their bed.
+
+And Arabella slept, and slept, and slept, and slept, and slept. And
+Araminta slept, and slept, and slept, and slept, and slept.
+
+And the little kitties in their soft little bed slept, and slept, too.
+All through the long, dark, beautiful night they slept.
+
+And the sun came, and the morning came, and it was another day!
+
+  [C] From "Arabella and Araminta Stories." Used by permission of
+  publishers, Small, Maynard & Co., Boston.
+
+
+THE GO-SLEEP STORY[D]
+
+BY EUDORA S. BUMSTEAD
+
+"How can I go to bed," said Penny, the flossy dog, "till I say
+good-night to Baby Ray? He gives me part of his bread and milk, and pats
+me with his little, soft hand. It is bedtime now for dogs and babies. I
+wonder if he is asleep?"
+
+So he trotted along in his silky, white nightgown till he found Baby Ray
+on the porch in mamma's arms.
+
+And she was telling him the same little story that I am telling you:
+
+     The doggie that was given him to keep, keep, keep,
+     Went to see if Baby Ray was asleep, sleep, sleep.
+
+"How can we go to bed," said Snowdrop and Thistledown, the youngest
+children of Tabby, the cat, "till we have once more looked at Baby Ray?
+He lets us play with his blocks and ball, and laughs when we climb on
+the table. It is bedtime now for kitties and dogs and babies. Perhaps
+we shall find him asleep." And this is what the kitties heard:
+
+     One doggie that was given him to keep, keep, keep,
+     Two cunning little kitty-cats, creep, creep, creep,
+     Went to see if Baby Ray was asleep, sleep, sleep.
+
+"How can we go to bed," said the three little Bunnies, "till we have
+seen Baby Ray?" Then away they went in their white, velvet nightgowns as
+softly as three flakes of snow. And they, too, when they got as far as
+the porch, heard Ray's mamma telling the same little story:
+
+     One doggie that was given him to keep, keep, keep,
+     Two cunning little kitty-cats, creep, creep, creep,
+     Three pretty little bunnies, with a leap, leap, leap,
+     Went to see if Baby Ray was asleep, sleep, sleep.
+
+"How can we go to bed," said the four white Geese, "till we know that
+Baby Ray is all right? He loves to watch us sail on the duck-pond, and
+he brings us corn in his little blue apron. It is bedtime now for geese
+and rabbits and kitties and dogs and babies, and he really ought to be
+asleep."
+
+So they waddled away in their white, feather nightgowns, around by the
+porch, where they saw Baby Ray, and heard mamma tell the "Go-Sleep"
+story:
+
+     One doggie that was given him to keep, keep, keep,
+     Two cunning little kitty-cats, creep, creep, creep,
+     Three pretty little bunnies, with a leap, leap, leap,
+     Four geese from the duck-pond, deep, deep, deep,
+     Went to see if Baby Ray was asleep, sleep, sleep.
+
+"How can we go to bed," said the five white Chicks, "till we have seen
+Baby Ray once more? He scatters crumbs for us and calls us. Now it is
+bedtime for chicks and geese and rabbits and kittens and dogs and
+babies, so little Ray must be asleep."
+
+Then they ran and fluttered in their downy, white nightgowns till they
+came to the porch, where little Ray was just closing his eyes, while
+mamma told the "Go-Sleep" story:
+
+     One doggie that was given him to keep, keep, keep,
+     Two cunning little kitty-cats, creep, creep, creep,
+     Three pretty little bunnies, with a leap, leap, leap,
+     Four geese from the duck-pond, deep, deep, deep,
+     Five downy little chicks, crying peep, peep, peep,
+     All saw that Baby Ray was asleep, sleep, sleep.
+
+  [D] Used by permission of _The Youth's Companion_.
+
+
+  [Illustration: THE LAND OF NOD]
+
+
+THE GENTLE DARK[E]
+
+BY W. GRAHAME ROBERTSON
+
+     So it is over, the long bright Day,
+       And little Maid Twilight, quiet and meek,
+     Comes stealing along in her creep-mouse way
+       Whispering low--for she may not speak--
+     "The Gentle Dark is coming to play
+       At a game of Hide and Seek."
+
+     Some babies are cross when she whispers them this,
+       And some are afraid and begin to cry.
+     I never can think what they find amiss.
+       Afraid of the Dark! I wonder why.
+     The Gentle Dark that falls like a kiss
+       Down from the sleepy sky.
+
+     O Gentle Dark, we know you are kind
+       By the lingering touch of your cool soft hand;
+     As over our eyes the veil you bind
+       We shut them tight at word of command,
+     You are only playing at Hoodman-Blind,
+       A game that we understand.
+
+     The voice is tender (O little one, hark!),
+       The eyes are kindly under the hood,
+     Blow out the candle, leave not a spark,
+       Trusting your friend as a playmate should.
+     Hold up your arms to the Gentle Dark,
+       The Dark that is kind and good.
+
+  [E] From "A Year of Song," by W. Grahame Robertson; used by permission
+  of the publishers, John Lane Company.
+
+
+THE FERRY FOR SHADOWTOWN
+
+     Sway to and fro in the twilight gray;
+       This is the ferry for Shadowtown;
+     It always sails at the end of the day,
+       Just as the darkness closes down.
+
+     Rest little head, on my shoulder, so;
+       A sleepy kiss is the only fare,
+     Drifting away from the world, we go,
+       Baby and I in the rocking-chair.
+
+     See where the fire-logs glow and spark,
+       Glitter the lights of the shadowland,
+     The raining drops on the window, hark!
+       Are ripples lapping upon its strand.
+
+     There, where the mirror is glancing dim,
+       A lake lies shimmering, cool and still.
+     Blossoms are waving above its brim,
+       Those over there on the window-sill.
+
+     Rock slow, more slow in the dusky light,
+       Silently lower the anchor down;
+     Dear little passenger, say "Good-night."
+       We've reached the harbor of Shadowtown.
+
+
+HUSH-A-BYE, BABY
+
+     Hush-a-bye, baby, in the tree top:
+     When the wind blows, the cradle will rock;
+     When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall,
+     Down will come baby, cradle, and all.
+
+
+THE KITTEN AND THE FALLING LEAVES
+
+BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH
+
+     See the kitten on the wall,
+     Sporting with the leaves that fall,
+     Withered leaves--one--two--and three--
+     From the lofty elder tree!
+     Through the calm and frosty air
+     Of this morning bright and fair,
+     Eddying round and round they sink
+     Softly, slowly: one might think
+     From the motions that are made,
+     Every little leaf conveyed
+     Sylph or fairy hither tending,
+     To this lower world descending,
+     Each invisible and mute,
+     In his wavering parachute.
+     But the kitten, how she starts,
+     Crouches, stretches, paws and darts!
+     First at one and then its fellow,
+     Just as light and just as yellow;
+     There are many now--now one--
+     Now they stop and there are none:
+     What intenseness of desire
+     In her upward eye of fire!
+     With a tiger-leap, halfway,
+     Now she meets the coming prey;
+     Lets it go as fast and then
+     Has it in her power again.
+     Now she works with three or four,
+     Like an Indian conjuror;
+     Quick as he in feats of art,
+     Far beyond in joy of heart.
+
+
+LATE
+
+By Josephine Preston Peabody
+
+     My father brought Somebody up
+       To show us all asleep.
+     They came as softly up the Stairs
+       As you could creep.
+
+     They whispered in the Doorway there,
+       And looked at us awhile.
+     I had my Eyes shut up, but I
+       Could feel him smile.
+
+     I shut my Eyes up close, and lay
+       As still as I could keep.
+     Because I knew He wanted us
+       To be asleep.
+
+From "The Book of the Little Past," by Josephine Preston Peabody;
+used by permission of the publishers, Houghton Mifflin Co.
+
+
+A BLESSING FOR THE BLESSED
+
+BY LAURENCE ALMA-TADEMA
+
+     When the sun has left the hilltop,
+       And the daisy-fringe is furled,
+     When the birds from wood and meadow
+       In their hidden nests are curled,
+     Then I think of all the babies
+       That are sleeping in the world.
+
+     There are babies in the high lands
+       And babies in the low,
+     There are pale ones wrapped in furry skins
+       On the margin of the snow,
+     And brown ones naked in the isles
+       Where all the spices grow.
+
+     And some are in the palace,
+       On a white and downy bed;
+     And some are in the garret,
+       With a clout beneath their head;
+     And some are on the cold, hard earth,
+       Whose mothers have no bread.
+
+     O little men and women,
+       Dear flowers yet unblown--
+     O little kings and beggars
+       Of the pageant yet unshown--
+     Sleep soft and dream pale dreams now,
+       To-morrow is your own.
+
+
+MY DOLLY
+
+     Hush, Dolly, bye, Dolly, sleep, Dolly, dear,
+     See what a bed, Dolly, I've for you here;
+     Therefore, to sleep, Dolly! don't fret and cry;
+     Lay down your head, Dolly, shut up your eye.
+
+     When the bright morn, Dolly, once more has come,
+     Up gets the sun, and goes forth to roam;
+     Then shall my dear Dolly soon get up, too;
+     Then shall be playtime for me and for you.
+
+     Now go to sleep, Dolly, good night to you;
+     You must to bed, Dolly--I'm going too;
+     Just go to sleep without trouble or pain,
+     And in the morning I'll come back again.
+
+
+THE CHILD AND THE WORLD
+
+     I see a nest in a green elm-tree
+     With little brown sparrows--one, two, three!
+     The elm-tree stretches its branches wide,
+     And the nest is soft and warm inside.
+     At morn the sun, so golden bright,
+     Climbs up to fill the world with light;
+     It opens the flowers, it wakens me,
+     And wakens the birdies--one, two, three.
+     And leaning out of my window high,
+     I look far up at the blue, blue sky,
+     And then far out at the earth so green,
+     And think it the loveliest ever seen--
+     The loveliest world that ever was seen!
+
+
+EVENING SONG
+
+BY C. FRANCES ALEXANDER
+
+     Little birds sleep sweetly
+       In their soft round nests,
+     Crouching in the cover
+       Of their mother's breasts.
+     Little lambs lie quiet,
+       All the summer night,
+     With their old ewe mothers,
+       Warm, and soft, and white.
+
+     But more sweet and quiet
+       Lie our little heads,
+     With our own dear mothers
+       Sitting by our beds;
+     And their soft sweet voices
+       Sing our hush-a-byes,
+     While the room grows darker,
+       As we shut our eyes.
+
+     And we play at evening
+       Round our father's knees;
+     Birds are not so merry,
+       Singing on the trees,
+     Lambs are not so happy,
+       'Mid the meadow flowers;
+     They have play and pleasure,
+       But not love like ours.
+
+
+ROCK-A-BYE, BABY
+
+     Rock-a-bye, baby, your cradle is green,
+     Father's a nobleman, mother's a queen,
+     And Betty's a lady, and wears a gold ring,
+     And Johnny's a drummer, and drums for the King.
+
+
+THE SANDMAN
+
+BY MARGARET VANDERGRIFT
+
+       The rosy clouds float overhead
+         The sun is going down,
+       And now the Sandman's gentle tread
+         Comes stealing through the town.
+       "White sand, white sand," he softly cries,
+         And as he shakes his hand,
+       Straightway there lies on babies' eyes
+         His gift of shining sand.
+       Blue eyes, black eyes, gray eyes and brown,
+     As shuts the rose, they softly close,
+           when he goes through the town.
+
+       From sunny beaches far away--
+         Yes, in another land--
+       He gathers up at break of day
+         His store of shining sand.
+       No tempests beat that shore remote,
+         No ships may sail that way,
+       His little boat alone may float
+         Within that lovely bay.
+       Blue eyes, gray eyes, black eyes and brown,
+     As shuts the rose, they softly close,
+           when he goes through the town.
+
+       He smiles to see the eyelids close
+         Above the happy eyes;
+       And every child right well he knows--
+         Oh, he is very wise!
+       But if, as he goes through the land,
+         A naughty baby cries,
+       His other hand takes dull gray sand
+         To close the wakeful eyes.
+       Blue eyes, gray eyes, black eyes and brown,
+     As shuts the rose, they softly close,
+           when he goes through the town.
+
+       So when you hear the Sandman's song
+         Sound through the twilight sweet,
+       Be sure you do not keep him long
+         A-waiting on the street.
+       Lie softly down, dear little head,
+         Rest quiet, busy hands,
+       Till, by your bed his good-night said,
+         He strews the shining sands.
+       Blue eyes, gray eyes, black eyes and brown,
+     As shuts the rose, they softly close,
+           when he goes through the town.
+
+
+THE FAIRY FOLK
+
+BY ROBERT BIRD
+
+     Come cuddle close in daddy's coat
+       Beside the fire so bright,
+     And hear about the fairy folk
+       That wander in the night.
+     For when the stars are shining clear
+       And all the world is still,
+     They float across the silver moon
+       From hill to cloudy hill.
+
+     Their caps of red, their cloaks of green,
+       Are hung with silver bells,
+     And when they're shaken with the wind
+       Their merry ringing swells,
+     And riding on the crimson moth,
+       With black spots on his wings,
+     They guide them down the purple sky
+       With golden bridle rings.
+
+     They love to visit girls and boys,
+       To see how sweet they sleep,
+     To stand beside their cozy cots
+       And at their faces peep.
+     For in the whole of fairy-land
+       They have no finer sight
+     Than little children sleeping sound
+       With faces rosy bright.
+
+     On tiptoe crowding round their heads,
+       When bright the moonlight beams,
+     They whisper little tender words
+       That fill their minds with dreams;
+     And when they see a sunny smile,
+       With lightest finger tips
+     They lay a hundred kisses sweet
+       Upon the ruddy lips.
+
+     And then the little spotted moths
+       Spread out their crimson wings,
+     And bear away the fairy crowd
+       With shaking bridle rings.
+     Come bairnies, hide in daddy's coat,
+       Beside the fire so bright--
+     Perhaps the little fairy folk
+       Will visit you to-night.
+
+
+QUEEN MAB
+
+BY THOMAS HOOD
+
+     A little fairy comes at night;
+       Her eyes are blue, her hair is brown,
+     With silver spots upon her wings,
+       And from the moon she flutters down.
+
+     She has a little silver wand,
+       And when a good child goes to bed,
+     She waves her wand from right to left,
+       And makes a circle round its head.
+
+     And then it dreams of pleasant things--
+       Of fountains filled with fairy fish,
+     And trees that bear delicious fruit.
+       And bow their branches at a wish.
+
+     Of arbors filled with dainty scents
+       From lovely flowers that never fade,
+     Bright flies that glitter in the sun,
+       And glow-worms shining in the shade.
+
+     And talking birds with gifted tongues
+       For singing songs and telling tales,
+     And pretty dwarfs to show the way
+       Through fairy hills and fairy dales.
+
+     But when a bad child goes to bed,
+       From left to right she weaves her rings,
+     And then it dreams all through the night
+       Of only ugly, horrid things!
+
+     Then lions come with glaring eyes,
+       And tigers growl, a dreadful noise,
+     And ogres draw their cruel knives,
+       To shed the blood of girls and boys.
+
+     Then stormy waves rush on to drown,
+       Or raging flames come scorching round,
+     Fierce dragons hover in the air,
+       And serpents crawl along the ground.
+
+     Then wicked children wake and weep,
+       And wish the long black gloom away;
+     But good ones love the dark, and find
+       The night as pleasant as the day.
+
+
+LULLABY
+
+BY GERTRUDE THOMPSON MILLER
+
+     Come lay your head on my breast, my dear,
+     That I may feel your sweet form near;
+     Then we'll rock, rock, in the rocking chair,
+     And play we're sailing up through the air.
+
+     Your body so warm, so close, and so round,
+     A more precious bundle ne'er was found;
+     Just nestle your head right here on my arm,
+     And Mother will keep you safe from all harm.
+
+     Now, we rock, rock, and away we go,
+     Over the houses and trees, just so,
+     Like the birds, we'll fly to a sunny land,
+     And there we'll join the fairies' band.
+
+     We'll take them to ride; we'll sail for home,
+     For Father is there, and he's all alone;
+     Then we'll alight on the nursery bed,
+     Fairies for company in Mother's stead.
+
+
+KENTUCKY BABE[F]
+
+BY RICHARD HENRY BUCK
+
+     Skeeters am a hummin' on de honeysuckle vine,
+       Sleep, Kentucky Babe!
+     San'man am a comin' to dis little coon of mine,--
+       Sleep, Kentucky Babe!
+     Silv'ry moon am shinin' in de heabens up above,
+     Bobolink am pinin' fo' his little lady love:
+     Yo' is mighty lucky, babe of old Kentucky,--
+       Close yo' eyes in sleep.
+
+     Fly away, Kentucky Babe, fly away to rest,
+     Lay yo' kinky, woolly head on yo' mammy's breast,--
+       Um-um-um-um,--
+       Close yo' eyes in sleep.
+
+     Daddy's in de canebrake wid his little dog and gun,--
+       Sleep, Kentucky Babe!
+     Possum fo' yo' breakfast when yo' sleepin' time is done,--
+       Sleep, Kentucky Babe!
+     Bogie man'll catch yo' sure unless yo' close yo' eyes,
+     Waitin' jes outside de doo' to take yo' by surprise!
+       Close yo' eyes in sleep.
+
+  [F] These words are published by the Company in the form of a musical
+  composition by Adam Geibel, the well-known composer.
+
+
+MY POSSESSIONS
+
+     I'm a rich man,
+       If ever there was one:
+     I've a horse and an apple,
+       And both are my own.
+
+     But some others might wish
+       Such fine presents to keep;
+     So I'll take them to bed,
+       To hold while asleep.
+
+     And when in the morning
+       I wake up once more,
+     I've my toy and my apple,
+       To me a rich store.
+
+
+THE WAKE-UP STORY[G]
+
+BY EUDORA S. BUMSTEAD
+
+The sun was up and the breeze was blowing, and the five chicks, and four
+geese, and three rabbits, and two kitties, and one little dog were just
+as noisy and lively as they knew how to be.
+
+They were all watching for Baby Ray to appear at the window, but he was
+still fast asleep in his little white bed, while mamma was making ready
+the things he would need when he would wake up.
+
+First, she went along the orchard path as far as the old wooden pump,
+and said: "Good pump, will you give me some nice, clear water for the
+baby's bath?"
+
+And the pump was willing.
+
+     The good old pump by the orchard path
+     Gave nice, clear water for the baby's bath.
+
+Then she went a little further on the path, and stopped at the woodpile,
+and said: "Good chips, the pump has given me nice, clear water for dear
+Baby Ray; will you come and warm the water and cook his food?"
+
+And the chips were willing.
+
+     The good old pump by the orchard path
+     Gave nice clear water for the baby's bath.
+     And the clean white chips from the pile of wood
+     Were glad to warm it and cook his food.
+
+So mamma went on till she came to the barn, and then said: "Good cow,
+the pump has given me nice, clear water, and the woodpile has given me
+clean, white chips for dear little Ray; will you give me warm, rich
+milk?"
+
+And the cow was willing.
+
+Then she said to the top-knot hen that was scratching in the straw:
+"Good Biddy, the pump has given me nice, clear water, and the woodpile
+has given me clean, white chips, and the cow has given me warm, rich
+milk for dear little Ray; will you give me a new-laid egg?"
+
+And the hen was willing.
+
+     The good old pump by the orchard path
+     Gave nice, clear water for the baby's bath.
+     The clean, white chips from the pile of wood
+     Were glad to warm it and cook his food.
+     The cow gave milk in the milk-pail bright,
+     And the top-knot Biddy an egg new and white.
+
+Then mamma went on till she came to the orchard, and said to a Red June
+apple tree: "Good tree, the pump has given me nice, clear water, and the
+woodpile has given me clean, white chips, and the cow has given me warm,
+rich milk, and the hen has given me a new-laid egg for dear little Ray;
+will you give me a pretty, red apple?"
+
+And the tree was willing.
+
+So mamma took the apple and the egg and the milk and the chips and the
+water to the house, and there was Baby Ray in his nightgown looking out
+of the window.
+
+And she kissed him and bathed him and dressed him, and while she brushed
+and curled his soft, brown hair, she told him the Wake-Up Story that I
+am telling you.
+
+     The good old pump by the orchard path
+     Gave nice, clear water for the baby's bath.
+     The clean, white chips from the pile of wood
+     Were glad to warm it and cook his food.
+     The cow gave milk in the milk-pail bright;
+     The top-knot Biddy an egg new and white;
+     And the tree gave an apple so round and so red,
+     For dear little Ray who was just out of bed.
+
+  [G] Used by permission of _The Youth's Companion_.
+
+
+
+
+#FIRST STORIES FOR VERY LITTLE FOLK#
+
+
+
+
+ABOUT SIX LITTLE CHICKENS
+
+BY S. L. ELLIOTT
+
+  [Illustration: "A LITTLE GIRL CAME OUT WITH SOME CORN-MEAL IN A DISH."]
+
+A Mother Biddy sat on her nest, with what do you think in the nest? Six
+smooth white eggs! After she had sat there quite a long time till she
+was very tired, what do you suppose happened to one of those eggs? There
+was a noise that went "snick, snick," and out of the shell stepped
+something like a little fuzzy ball, but with two bright eyes, and two
+bits of feet to walk on. What do you think it was? A little chicken?
+Yes, and Mother Biddy was so glad to see it, and she called it "Fluffy."
+And Fluffy said "Peep, peep! I have some brothers and sisters in the
+shells; if you call them, I think they will come." So Mother Biddy said
+"Cluck, cluck!" and something said: "Peep, peep!" and out came another
+chicken, as black as it could be, so Mother Biddy called it "Topsy."
+"Are there any more?" said Mother Biddy. "Yes. Peep, peep! We're coming;
+wait for us," and there came four more little chickens as fast as they
+could run. One was as white as snow, and Mother Biddy called it
+"Snowball." The next was yellow and white, and she named it "Daisy."
+Then there was a yellow one with a brown ring around its neck, and that
+was called "Brownie." And what do you think! one was all black, only it
+had a little white spot on the top of its head that looked like a cap,
+so Mother Biddy called it "Spottie." Now they were all out of their
+shells, and they said: "Peep, peep! We're hungry." So Mother Biddy said:
+"Cluck, cluck! Come see my babies," and out of the house, close by, came
+a little girl with some corn-meal in a dish, and my! wasn't she glad to
+see the chickens?
+
+  [Illustration: FLUFFY TOPSY SNOWBALL DAISY BROWNIE SPOTTIE]
+
+After they had eaten all they wanted, they thought they would take a
+walk and see this queer world they had come to live in.
+
+Pretty soon they came to a brook, and they all stood in a row and looked
+in. "Let us have a drink," they said, so they put their heads down,
+when--
+
+"Peep, peep!" said Spottie. "I see a little chicken with a spot on its
+head."
+
+"No, no," said Brownie; "it has a ring around its neck, and looks like
+me."
+
+"Peep, peep!" said Daisy. "I think it's like me, for it is yellow and
+white." And I don't know but they would all have tumbled in to see if
+they hadn't felt something drop right on the ends of their noses.
+"What's that?" said Fluffy.
+
+"Cluck, cluck!" said Mother Biddy. "Every chicken of you come in, for it
+is going to rain, and you'll get your feathers wet."
+
+So they ran as fast as they could, and in a few minutes the six little
+chickens were all cuddled under Mother Biddy's wing, fast asleep.
+
+
+"TRADE-LAST"
+
+BY LUCY FITCH PERKINS
+
+     "My frock is green."
+     "My frock is blue."
+     "You look pretty."
+     "So do you."
+
+
+PHILIP'S HORSE
+
+  [Illustration: PHILIP IN HIS "ROUGH-RIDER" SUIT.]
+
+Little Philip was very fond of horses, and as he was too old to sit on a
+chair or box or trunk and make believe a rocking-horse was pulling it
+along his bedroom floor, his father bought him a horse all spotted brown
+and white, with a beautiful white mane; and Philip loved to get up on
+his back.
+
+In winter he would go out in his sleigh, even when the snow was deep. It
+was jolly fun to be in the sleigh all wrapped up cozy and warm in furry
+robes. He would crack his long whip and make it sound almost as loud as
+a fire-cracker. He used to carry a make-believe pistol when he dressed
+up in his "Rough-Rider" suit and went horseback-riding. But all the
+neighbors thought it was funny that Philip would always leave the saddle
+on his horse when he went out in his sleigh. But you won't think it is
+funny when I tell you a secret--maybe you have guessed it
+already--Philip couldn't get the saddle off, because, don't you see, his
+horse was only a make-believe, hobby-horse.
+
+  [Illustration: PHILIP IN HIS SLEIGH.]
+
+
+The Kitten That Forgot How to Mew
+
+By Stella George Stern
+
+All little girls, and little boys too, like to read stories about
+kittens. Here is a story about a dear little kitten that belonged to a
+dear little girl named Peggy.
+
+Peggy had two brothers, and three cousins--all boys--and every boy had a
+little dog. At first the dogs would tease the kitten, but they soon
+learned better. The dogs and the kitten played together. All day long,
+out in the yard, you could hear them going, "Bow-wow!" and "Mew!"
+
+But, you see, there was only one little "Mew" and ever so many
+"Bow-wows," and after a while the kitten hardly ever spoke at all.
+
+But one day the kitten wanted to mew, and--what do you suppose?--she had
+forgotten how to do it! She tried and tried, and all she could say was
+"M-m-m-bow!"--just as much like a dog as a kitten. She was so sad. She
+ran out into the yard and cried.
+
+The Big White Hen passed by and asked what was the matter.
+
+"Oh, Big White Hen," sobbed the kitten, "I have forgotten how to talk
+kitten-talk. I try and I try, and all I can say is, M-m-m-bow!"
+
+"Never mind, Kitty Cat," said the Hen; "I will teach you to talk. Listen
+to this: M-m-m-cut, cut, cut, cut, cut-ca-_da_-cut!"
+
+"No," said the kitten; "that's not the way to talk kitten-talk." And she
+cried again.
+
+Then along came the Sheep and asked, "What is the matter?"
+
+"Oh, Sheep," sobbed the kitten, "I have forgotten how to talk
+kitten-talk. I try and I try, and all I can say is, M-m-m-bow!"
+
+"Never mind, Kitty Cat," said the Sheep; "I will teach you to talk.
+Listen: M-m-m-baa!"
+
+"No," said the kitten, "that's not the way to talk kitten-talk." And she
+cried again.
+
+Then along came the Horse and asked what was the matter.
+
+"Oh, Horse," sobbed the kitten, "I have forgotten how to talk
+kitten-talk. I try and I try, and all I can say is, M-m-m-bow!"
+
+"Never mind, Kitty Cat," said the Horse; "I will teach you to talk.
+Listen to this: M-m-m-neigh!"
+
+"No," said the kitten; "that's not the way to talk kitten-talk." And she
+cried again.
+
+Then along came the Cow and asked what was the matter.
+
+"Oh, Cow," sobbed the kitten, "I have forgotten how to talk kitten-talk.
+I try and I try, as hard as I ever can, and all I can say is,
+M-m-m-bow!"
+
+"Never mind, Kitty Cat," said the Cow; "I will teach you to talk. Listen
+to this: M-m-m-moo!"
+
+"No," said the kitten; "that is more like it, but that's not the way to
+talk kitten-talk." And she cried again.
+
+The New Baby was sitting in her high chair at the kitchen door.
+
+"Baby dear," sighed the kitten, "I am in trouble. I have forgotten how
+to talk kitten-talk. I try and I try, and all I can say is, M-m-m-bow!
+Can't you teach me?"
+
+The Baby nodded her head and began, "M-m-m-google-google-goo!"
+
+"No," said the kitten; "that's not the way to talk kitten-talk." And she
+sat on the kitchen step and cried again.
+
+"What is the matter?" asked a soft voice behind her.
+
+"Oh!" sobbed the kitten, without looking up, "I have forgotten how to
+talk kitten-talk. I try and I try, and nothing can help me. All I can
+say is, M-m-m-bow!"
+
+"Look at me," said the soft voice.
+
+The little kitten looked. And there stood a beautiful big gray cat!
+
+"I can teach you to talk," said the Cat. And she did. She taught her so
+well that the little kitten never again forgot how to mew, though she
+played out on the soft, green grass with the dogs every day.
+
+
+WHAT COULD THE FARMER DO?
+
+BY GEORGE WILLIAM OGDEN
+
+     There was an old farmer who had a cow,
+       Moo, moo, moo!
+     She used to stand on the pump and bow,
+       And what could the farmer do?
+     Moo, moo, moo, moo,
+       Moo, moo, moo!
+     She used to stand on the pump and bow,
+       And what could the farmer do?
+
+     There was an old farmer who owned some sheep,
+       Baa, baa, baa!
+     They used to play cribbage while he was asleep,
+       And laugh at the farmer's ma.
+     Baa, baa, baa, baa!
+       Moo, moo, moo!
+     He owned a cow and he owned some sheep,
+       And what could the poor man do?
+
+     There was an old farmer who owned a pig,
+       Whoof, whoof, whoof!
+     He used to dress up in the farmer's wig,
+       And dance on the pig-pen roof.
+     Whoof, whoof! Baa, baa!
+       Moo, moo, moo!
+     He owned a pig, some sheep, and a cow,
+       And what could the poor man do?
+
+     There was an old farmer who owned a hen,
+       Cuk-a-ca-doo, ca-doo!
+     She used to lay eggs for the three hired men,
+       And some for the weasel, too.
+     Cuk-a-ca-doo! Whoof, whoof!
+       Baa, baa! Moo!
+     He owned a hen, pig, sheep, and a cow,
+       And what could the poor man do?
+
+     There was an old farmer who had a duck,
+       Quack, quack, quack!
+     She waddled under a two-horse truck
+       For four long miles and back.
+     Quack, quack! Cuk-a-ca-doo!
+       Whoof! Baa! Moo!
+     With a duck, hen, pig, a sheep, and a cow,
+       Pray what could the poor man do?
+
+     There was an old farmer who had a cat,
+       Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow!
+     She used to waltz with a gray old rat
+       By night in the farmer's mow.
+     Mee-ow! Quack! Cuk-a-ca-doo!
+       Whoof! Baa! Moo!
+     With cat, duck, hen, pig, sheep, and a cow,
+       Pray what could the poor man do?
+
+
+FLEDGLINGS
+
+BY LUCY FITCH PERKINS
+
+     I saw a stork on a chimney high,
+     And called to him as I passed by,
+     "O stork! what'll you bring,
+     Tucked away carefully under your wing?
+     A baby sister and a brother,
+     One for me, and one for mother."
+
+
+"TIME TO GET UP!"
+
+BY ELLEN FOSTER
+
+Little Elinor Gray lived in a big city, but her grandmother lived in a
+big house in the country. Elinor and her Nurse Norah were going to visit
+her, and had to take a long ride in the railway-train, and another ride
+in a carriage that Grandmother sent to meet them, so it was almost dark
+when they drove up to the door.
+
+Elinor's grandmother had two beautiful dogs--"Bruno," a big collie, and
+"Bounder," a little fox-terrier. And when they saw the little girl jump
+out of the carriage, they barked and barked because they were so glad to
+see her. And they said to themselves (I _think_ they said to
+themselves): "We will let her have a good sleep to-night, for she must
+be very tired and it is nearly dark. But to-morrow, bright and early, we
+will ask her to come for a romp with us in the garden, and show her how
+much nicer it is to live in the country than in the city, where little
+girls have to walk so quietly along the streets, and dogs have to be led
+along the sidewalk, and cannot frolic on the soft green grass."
+
+Elinor was very sleepy after her long ride in the train, and so, after
+she had had her supper, her grandmother told her she might go to bed
+early and get a good sleep, and that Nurse Norah would call her at seven
+o'clock in the morning.
+
+But what do you think happened? Why, Bruno and Bounder somehow got into
+the house _before_ seven o'clock that morning, and came leaping up the
+stairs, and went straight to Elinor's door. Elinor was a very sound
+sleeper, and did not hear them at first, and did not wake up. But soon
+Bounder began to scratch at the door with his little, sharp claws and to
+make queer little whine-y sounds; and Bruno's bushy tail went "Rap! rap!
+rap!" on the door, too. Then Elinor woke up, and listened a moment, and
+then she said: "Oh, _I_ know what it is! It's those darling dogs!" And
+she jumped out of bed and opened the door, and there, sure enough, was
+Bounder, dashing right into the room, barking, "Good morning! good
+morning!" and big Bruno, looking at Elinor as if saying, "Good morning!
+didn't you hear us? It's time to get up!"
+
+Elinor said: "Oh, you beauties! Yes, I know! And I'll get dressed right
+away!"
+
+But what do you think happened _then_! Why, Bruno and Bounder didn't
+give her time even to call Nurse Norah and get dressed. You see, Bruno
+and Bounder did not often have so nice a little visitor, and they were
+ready to begin play that very minute. Bounder was jumping up and down
+and all over the room, and at last he spied Elinor's slippers on the
+floor and caught up one of them between his sharp little teeth and ran
+round and round the room with it. But Bruno chased Bounder all round the
+room trying to make him drop the slipper, while Elinor stood still and
+laughed and laughed and laughed!
+
+But just then Nurse Norah came rushing in from the next room, asking
+what _was_ the matter and in a minute, the naughty Bounder was made to
+give up Elinor's slipper, and Bruno chased him all the way out of the
+house.
+
+And just as soon as Elinor had had her breakfast, she ran out and had a
+fine romp with Bruno and Bounder in Grandmother's garden.
+
+  [Illustration: From the engraving of the painting by Arthur J. Elsley.
+                 "TIME TO GET UP!"]
+
+
+MAGGIE'S VERY OWN SECRET
+
+By SARA JOSEPHINE ALBRIGHT
+
+(_For Very Little Folk_)
+
+Mr. and Mrs. Squeaky were two little, gray mice. They lived away back in
+the corner of a great, big, empty box in the cellar.
+
+One morning Mr. Squeaky went up the cellar stairs on tiptoes, to hunt
+for some bread and cheese in the kitchen.
+
+All at once he heard some one talking, and he hid behind the broom and
+was as still as he could be.
+
+It was the little boy Johnnie, who lived up-stairs. He had a big hammer
+and a saw in his hand, and he was talking to his little sister.
+
+"I think that big, empty box down cellar would make a fine dolls' house,
+Maggie. I can fix a little porch on it, and make an up-stairs and a
+down-stairs," the little boy said.
+
+"Oh, Johnnie, that will be lovely," his little sister said. "I'll do
+something for you sometime. Maybe--maybe--I'll draw a whole slate full
+of el'phants, for you to look at!"
+
+Then they started down the cellar steps.
+
+Mr. Squeaky was so frightened that he almost tumbled down the stairs.
+
+"Oh, my dear," he whispered, "they are going to break up our house with
+a big hammer and a saw, and make a dolls' house out of it! Let's run as
+fast as we can!"
+
+Poor little Mrs. Squeaky began to cry.
+
+"Where shall we go?" she whispered. "Oh, I am so afraid, and there are
+always those dreadful traps around to catch us!"
+
+But they ran as fast as they could to the darkest corner. Mrs. Squeaky's
+sharp little eyes saw a hole, and she ran into it, and Mr. Squeaky
+squeezed in after her.
+
+Now where do you think they found themselves? Right inside of an old
+shoe! The hole that they came through was just a hole in the shoe and
+made a nice little door. And there was another hole a little higher up
+that made a nice little window to peep out of.
+
+"Why, this is the dearest little house, so cozy and warm," Mrs. Squeaky
+said. "Nobody will ever find us in here, I know."
+
+After they lived there a while, a whole family of little pink baby mice
+came to live with them. The papa mouse and the mama mouse were so proud
+and so glad, they got little bits of cotton and soft paper and rags, and
+made the nicest little beds you ever saw.
+
+The little pink baby mice could only say, "Squeak! Squeak!" and cuddle
+up under the warm covers, but Mr. and Mrs. Squeaky laughed, and thought
+they were the smartest babies in the whole world.
+
+"Why, I feel like 'The Old Woman Who Lived in the Shoe and had so many
+children she didn't know what to do,'" Mrs. Squeaky said one day. She
+was sitting by the little window rocking the baby mouse and taking a
+little rest.
+
+Mr. Squeaky had gone out to hunt for some supper, and the four other
+little mice were peeping out of the little hole in the toe of their shoe
+house, for Papa to come home.
+
+All at once, Maggie, the little girl who lived up-stairs, ran into the
+dark corner to hide from Johnnie, just for fun. And what do you think
+she saw?
+
+The four little mice peeping out of the door, and the poor, frightened
+mama mouse and the little baby at the window.
+
+Maggie stopped just a minute to whisper gently to little, gray Mrs.
+Squeaky, "Don't be frightened, 'Little Old Woman Who Lives in the Shoe.'
+I'll never, never tell anybody where you live. No, I won't even tell
+Johnnie or my kitty. They might try to catch you. It shall be my VERY
+OWN SECRET--and yours!"
+
+So nobody but little Maggie ever knew about Mr. and Mrs. Squeaky, and
+their little pink babies in the old shoe--until long afterward, when she
+told me the story, as I have told it to you.
+
+
+  [Illustration: "'TROT AS FAST AS YOU CAN TO MARKET AND GET ME
+  A PAIL OF MILK.'"]
+
+THE GOOD LITTLE PIGGIE AND HIS FRIENDS
+
+BY L. WALDO LOCKLING
+
+Once there was a little piggie, a very good little piggie, who obeyed
+his mother so well that often she let him out of the pen to play with
+his friends on the farm. One afternoon this little piggie was playing
+with them, when suddenly he heard his mother calling "Piggie, wiggie,
+wiggie, wiggie, wiggie!"
+
+"Piggie, dear," she said, as he ran to her, "take this and trot as fast
+as you can to market and get me a pail of milk for Father's supper
+to-night."
+
+  [Illustration: "'WHERE ARE YOU OFF TO, PIGGIE?' SAID BOSSIE CALF."]
+
+So Piggie took the pail between his teeth, and off he went to do what
+his mother told him. Now, you must remember that this little piggie was
+such a dear, good little piggie, that he had a great many friends among
+the other animals. So he had not gone far when who should spy him but
+his friend Bossie Calf. "Hello, there!" said the calf. "Where are you
+off to, Piggie?"
+
+"I'm going to market to bring my mother a pail of milk for Father's
+supper to-night," squealed Piggie.
+
+"Are you? I believe I'll go, too. I am so fond of milk." And the calf
+leaped over his master's fence, and away he went scampering after
+Piggie.
+
+By and by, who should come along but Piggie's friend Billie Goat. "Mercy
+on us!" baa-ed Billie. "Where are you going in such a hurry, Bossie?"
+
+"Going with Piggie," said the calf.
+
+"Where are you going, Piggie?"
+
+"Going to market to bring my mother a pail of milk for Father's supper
+to-night," squealed Piggie, in a great hurry.
+
+"Are you? I believe I'll go, too. I am so fond of milk." So Billie Goat
+ran out of the barn-yard and hurried after the calf.
+
+Just as they were passing the house, who should spy them but Rover the
+dog.
+
+"Where are you going, Billie," barked Rover, running out to the gate as
+he saw them rushing along. "Going with Bossie," said the goat.
+
+"Where are you going, Bossie?" "Going with Piggie."
+
+"Where are you going, Piggie?"
+
+"I am going to market to bring Mother a pail of milk for Father's supper
+to-night," squealed Piggie, in a great hurry.
+
+"Are you? I believe I'll go, too. I am so fond of milk." So Rover
+hurried along up the road after the goat.
+
+Just as they turned into the road, who should come jumping along but
+Tabby the cat.
+
+"Well, well!" he meowed. "When did the circus come to town, Rover?"
+
+"This is not a circus parade," said the dog, the goat, the calf, and
+Piggie all at once, as they ran on.
+
+"Then, where are you going, Rover?" again meowed Tabby.
+
+"Going with Billie," barked Rover.
+
+  [Illustration: "'MY, THAT'S GOOD!'"]
+
+"Where are you going, Billie?" "Going with Bossie."
+
+"Where are you going, Bossie?" "Going with Piggie."
+
+"Where are you going, Piggie?"
+
+"I am going to market to get my mother a pail of milk for Father's
+supper to-night," squealed Piggie in a great hurry.
+
+"Are you? I believe I'll go along. I am so fond of milk." So Tabby raced
+along after Rover.
+
+When they got to the market, Piggie told his friends to wait outside
+while he hurried in and got the milk for his father's supper. It did not
+take him long, and he soon came trotting out because he was to hurry
+back home.
+
+"Give me a sup for politeness' sake," meowed Tabby the cat, as she stuck
+her head in the pail. "My, that's good!"
+
+"Pass it to me, Tabby," barked Rover the dog, "for politeness' sake. My,
+that's good!"
+
+"Give me a sup for politeness' sake," said Billie Goat. "My, that's
+good."
+
+"Do not forget me, Billie, for politeness' sake," said Bossie the calf.
+"My, that's good!"
+
+  [Illustration: "AWAY HE TROTTED WITH AN EMPTY PAIL."]
+
+"Oh, dear, oh, dear!" squealed Piggie, when he saw what had happened.
+"What shall I do?" And away he trotted all by himself with an empty
+pail, to tell his mother that he did really and truly get the milk, but
+that his friends had "supped" it all up!
+
+But just then the farmer came with a great, _big_ pail of milk and gave
+it all to them, so that the good little piggie and his father and mother
+had a fine supper, and much more milk than Piggie could have brought.
+
+
+BABY'S PARADISE
+
+BY LUCY FITCH PERKINS
+
+     Over the hills and far away,
+       There's a beautiful, wonderful place,
+     Where happy babies in gardens play,
+       With mothers dressed all in lace,--
+
+     Dressed all in lace and in silken gown,
+       With flowers in their hair,--
+     Where trees with blossoms are laden down,
+       And perfumes fill the air.
+
+
+DISOBEDIENCE
+
+     "Wait, Kitty; here's soap and water,
+       And I must wash your face;
+     For the way you do it with your paws
+       Is simply a disgrace!"
+         _But Kitty didn't wait!_
+
+
+  [Illustration: "WHO SPEAKS FIRST?"
+  FROM AN ENGRAVING OF THE PAINTING BY ARTHUR J. ELSLEY.]
+
+
+FOR A LITTLE GIRL OF THREE.
+
+BY UNCLE NED.
+
+           _Moo, moo!_
+         What can I do
+       For my little girl of three?
+     I will eat the sweet grass,
+     I will give her a glass
+       Of my milk for her tea;
+         Moo, moo! that 's what I'll do
+       For my dear little maiden of three.
+
+
+           _Mew, mew!_
+         What can I do
+       For my little girl of three?
+     I will catch all the mice,
+     And they shall not come twice
+       To the cake, you'll see;
+         Mew, mew! that's what I'll do
+       For my sweet little maiden of three.
+
+
+           _Bow-wow!_
+         I will go now
+       With my little girl of three;
+     I will make a great noise;
+     I will frighten the boys,
+       For they all fear me;
+         Bow-wow! that is just how
+     I'll guard my sweet maiden of three.
+
+
+           _Neigh, neigh!_
+         Out of the way
+       For my little girl of three!
+     I will give her a ride,
+     We will canter and glide
+       O'er the meadowy lea;
+         Neigh, neigh! that's just the way
+       I'll help my sweet maiden of three.
+
+
+A FUNNY FAMILY
+
+There was a little lady she was'nt very big She had a spotted cow ...
+Also a spotted pig ... Her dress had dots ... Her dog had lots ... it
+was a funny family but oh so very trig
+
+
+LITTLE BY LITTLE.
+
+When Charley awoke one morning, he looked from the window, and saw the
+ground deeply covered with snow.
+
+On the side of the house nearest the kitchen, the snow was piled higher
+than Charley's head.
+
+"We must have a path through this snow," said his father. "I would make
+one if I had time. But I must be at the office early this morning.
+
+"Do you think you could make the path, my son?" he asked little Charley.
+
+"I? Why, the snow is higher than my head! How could I ever cut a path
+through that snow?"
+
+"How? Why, by doing it _little_ by _little_. Suppose you try," said the
+father, as he left for his office.
+
+So Charley got the snowshovel and set to work. He threw up first one
+shovelful, and then another; but it was slow work.
+
+"I don't think I can do it, mother," he said. "A shovelful is so little,
+and there is such a heap of snow."
+
+"Little by little, Charley," said his mother. "That snow fell in tiny
+bits, flake by flake, but you see what a great pile it has made."
+
+"Yes, mother, I see," said Charley. "If I throw it away little by
+little, it will soon be gone."
+
+So he worked on.
+
+When his father came home to dinner, he was pleased to see the fine
+path. The next day he gave little Charley a fine blue sled, and on it
+was painted in yellow letters, "Little by Little."
+
+  [Illustration: "SAFETY FIRST"]
+
+
+
+
+#LITTLE STORIES =that= GROW BIG#
+
+TO MOTHER:
+
+This is the kind of stories that the kindergartners call "cumulative,"
+or "repetitive." They keep repeating and then adding to themselves until
+they are quite long. The repetition helps the children memorize them,
+and adding to them holds the children's attention and interest.
+
+You will find these very useful to read and teach to the little ones.
+
+                                                     THE EDITORS.
+
+
+
+
+THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT
+
+     This is the house that Jack built.
+     This is the malt
+     That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+     This is the rat,
+     That ate the malt,
+     That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+     This is the cat,
+     That killed the rat,
+     That ate the malt,
+     That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+     This is the dog,
+     That worried the cat,
+     That killed the rat,
+     That ate the malt,
+     That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+     This is the cow with crumpled horn,
+     That tossed the dog,
+     That worried the cat,
+     That killed the rat,
+     That ate the malt,
+     That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+     This is the maiden all forlorn,
+     That milked the cow with crumpled horn,
+     That tossed the dog,
+     That worried the cat,
+     That killed the rat,
+     That ate the malt,
+     That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+     This is the man all tattered and torn,
+     That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
+     That milked the cow with crumpled horn,
+     That tossed the dog,
+     That worried the cat,
+     That killed the rat,
+     That ate the malt,
+     That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+     This is the priest all shaven and shorn,
+     That married the man all tattered and torn,
+     That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
+     That milked the cow with crumpled horn,
+     That tossed the dog,
+     That worried the cat,
+     That killed the rat,
+     That ate the malt,
+     That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+     This is the cock that crowed in the morn,
+     That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,
+     That married the man all tattered and torn,
+     That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
+     That milked the cow with crumpled horn,
+     That tossed the dog,
+     That worried the cat,
+     That killed the rat,
+     That ate the malt,
+     That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+     This is the farmer sowing his corn,
+     That kept the cock that crowed in the morn,
+     That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,
+     That married the man all tattered and torn,
+     That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
+     That milked the cow with crumpled horn,
+     That tossed the dog,
+     That worried the cat,
+     That killed the rat,
+     That ate the malt,
+     That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+
+GIANT THUNDER BONES
+
+               I
+     This is Giant
+       Thunder Bones.
+
+               II
+          This is the Dwarf with anxious looks
+     Who guarded the castle and kept the books
+     For Giant Thunder Bones.
+
+               III
+     This is the Gnome with beard so gray
+       Who digged for gems all night and day
+         To please the Dwarf with anxious looks
+           Who guarded the castle and kept the books
+             For Giant Thunder Bones.
+
+               IV
+     This is the Princess of Wandeltreg
+     Who, while playing a game of Mumblepeg,
+     Was caught by the Gnome with beard so gray
+     Who digged for gems all night and day
+     To please the Dwarf with anxious looks
+     Who guarded the castle and kept the books
+     For Giant Thunder Bones.
+
+               V
+     This is the Prince so brave and so grand
+     Who sailed over sea and rode over land
+     Till he found the Princess of Wandeltreg
+     Who, while playing a game of Mumblepeg,
+     Was caught by the Gnome with beard so gray
+     Who digged for gems all night and day
+     To please the Dwarf with anxious looks
+     Who guarded the castle and kept the books
+     For Giant Thunder Bones.
+
+               VI
+     This is the Goblin with fingers so frail
+     Who hopped with ease over mountain and dale
+     As he chased the Prince so brave and so grand
+     Who sailed over sea and rode over land
+     Till he found the Princess of Wandeltreg
+     Who, while playing a game of Mumblepeg,
+     Was caught by the Gnome with beard so gray
+     Who digged for gems all night and day
+     To please the Dwarf with anxious looks
+     Who guarded the castle and kept the books
+     For Giant Thunder Bones.
+
+               VII
+     This is the Witch with Broomstick and Cat
+     Who sputtered and snarled and shook her tall hat
+     When she missed the Goblin with fingers so frail
+     Who hopped with ease over mountain and dale
+     As he chased the Prince so brave and so grand
+     Who sailed over sea and rode over land
+     Till he found the Princess of Wandeltreg
+     Who, while playing a game of Mumblepeg,
+     Was caught by the Gnome with beard so gray
+     Who digged for gems all night and day
+     To please the Dwarf with anxious looks
+     Who guarded the castle and kept the books
+     For Giant Thunder Bones.
+
+               VIII
+     And last comes the Kobold who slept while 'twas light
+     And did all the housework in the dead of the night
+     To worry the Witch with Broomstick and Cat
+     Who sputtered and snarled and shook her tall hat
+     When she missed the Goblin with fingers so frail
+     Who hopped with ease over mountain and dale
+     As he chased the Prince so brave and so grand
+     Who sailed over sea and rode over land
+     Till he found the Princess of Wandeltreg
+     Who, while playing a game of Mumblepeg,
+     Was caught by the Gnome with beard so gray
+     Who digged for gems all night and day
+     To please the Dwarf with anxious looks
+     Who guarded the castle and kept the books
+     For Giant Thunder Bones.
+
+                                   _Stella Doughty._
+
+
+THE HOUSE THAT JILL BUILT
+
+BY CAROLYN WELLS
+
+     This is the _House_ that Jill built.
+
+     This is the _Doll_ that lived in the House that Jill built.
+
+     This is the _Cake_ that fed the Doll that lived in the House
+          that Jill built.
+
+     This is the _Oven_ that baked the Cake that fed the Doll that
+          lived in the House that Jill built.
+
+     This is the _Wood_ that heated the Oven that baked the Cake
+          that fed the Doll that lived in the House that Jill built.
+
+     This is the _Tree_ of a dusky shade that gave the Wood that
+          heated the Oven that baked the Cake that fed the Doll that
+          lived in the House that Jill built.
+
+     This is the _Ax_ with a shining blade that chopped the Tree of a
+          dusky shade that gave the Wood that heated the Oven that
+          baked the Cake that fed the Doll that lived in the House that
+          Jill built.
+
+     This is the _Woodman_ sober and staid who slung the Ax with a shining
+          blade that chopped the Tree of a dusky shade that gave the Wood
+          that heated the Oven that baked the Cake that fed the Doll that
+          lived in the House that Jill built.
+
+     This is the _Horse_ that pranced and neighed when he saw the Woodman
+          sober and staid who slung the Ax with a shining blade that
+          chopped the Tree of a dusky shade that gave the Wood that heated
+          the Oven that baked the Cake that fed the Doll that lived in the
+          House that Jill built.
+
+     This is the _Knight_ with the red cockade who rode on the Horse that
+          pranced and neighed when he saw the Woodman sober and staid who
+          slung the Ax with a shining blade that chopped the Tree of a
+          dusky shade that gave the Wood that heated the Oven that baked
+          the Cake that fed the Doll that lived in the House that Jill
+          built.
+
+     This is the _Lady_ in gay brocade who followed the Knight with the
+          red cockade who rode on the Horse that pranced and neighed when
+          he saw the Woodman sober and staid who slung the Ax with a
+          shining blade that chopped the Tree of a dusky shade that gave
+          the Wood that heated the Oven that baked the Cake that fed the
+          Doll that lived in the House that Jill built.
+
+     This is the _Glittering Cavalcade_ that rode after the Lady in gay
+          brocade who followed the Knight with the red cockade who rode
+          on the Horse that pranced and neighed when he saw the Woodman
+          sober and staid who slung the ax with a shining blade that
+          chopped the Tree of a dusky shade that gave the Wood that heated
+          the Oven that baked the Cake that fed the Doll that lived in the
+          House that Jill built.
+
+     This is the _Donkey_ who loudly brayed at sight of the Glittering
+          Cavalcade that rode after the Lady in gay brocade who followed
+          the Knight with the red cockade who rode on the Horse that
+          pranced and neighed when he saw the Woodman sober and staid who
+          slung the Ax with a shining blade that chopped the Tree of a
+          dusky shade that gave the Wood that heated the Oven that baked
+          the Cake that fed the Doll that lived in the House that Jill
+          built.
+
+     This is the _King_ who was much dismayed to hear the Donkey who loudly
+          brayed at sight of the Glittering Cavalcade that rode after the
+          Lady in gay brocade who followed the Knight with the red cockade
+          who rode on the Horse that pranced and neighed when he saw the
+          Woodman sober and staid who slung the Ax with a shining blade
+          that chopped the Tree of a dusky shade that gave the Wood that
+          heated the Oven that baked the Cake that fed the Doll that lived
+          in the House that Jill built.
+
+
+THE OLD WOMAN AND HER PIG[H]
+
+An old woman was sweeping her house, and she found a little crooked
+sixpence. "What," said she, "shall I do with this little sixpence? I
+will go to market, and buy a little pig."
+
+As she was coming home, she came to a stile, but the piggy wouldn't go
+over the stile.
+
+She went a little further, and she met a dog. So she said to him: "Dog!
+dog! bite pig, piggy won't go over the stile; and I shan't get home
+to-night." But the dog wouldn't.
+
+She went a little further, and she met a stick. So she said: "Stick!
+stick! beat dog! dog won't bite pig; piggy won't get over the stile; and
+I shan't get home to-night." But the stick wouldn't.
+
+She went a little further, and she met a fire. So she said: "Fire! fire!
+burn stick, stick won't beat dog; dog won't bite pig; piggy won't get
+over the stile; and I shan't get home to-night." But the fire wouldn't.
+
+She went a little further, and she met some water. So she said: "Water!
+water! quench fire; fire won't burn stick; stick won't beat dog; dog
+won't bite pig; piggy won't get over the stile, and I shan't get home
+to-night." But the water wouldn't.
+
+She went a little further, and she met an ox. So she said: "Ox! ox!
+drink water; water won't quench fire; fire won't burn stick; stick won't
+beat dog; dog won't bite pig; piggy won't get over the stile; and I
+shan't get home to-night." But the ox wouldn't.
+
+So she went a little further, and she met a butcher. So she said:
+"Butcher! butcher! kill ox; ox won't drink water; water won't quench
+fire; fire won't burn stick, stick won't beat dog, dog won't bite pig;
+piggy won't get over the stile; and I shan't get home to-night." But the
+butcher wouldn't.
+
+She went a little further, and she met a rope. So she said: "Rope! rope!
+hang butcher; butcher won't kill ox; ox won't drink water; water won't
+quench fire; fire won't burn stick; stick won't beat dog; dog won't bite
+pig; piggy won't get over the stile, and I shan't get home to-night!"
+But the rope wouldn't.
+
+She went a little further, and she met a rat. So she said: "Rat! rat!
+gnaw rope; rope won't hang butcher; butcher won't kill ox; ox won't
+drink water; water won't quench fire; fire won't burn stick; stick won't
+beat dog; dog won't bite pig; piggy won't get over the stile; and I
+shan't get home to-night." But the rat wouldn't.
+
+She went a little further, and she met a cat. So she said: "Cat! cat!
+kill rat; rat won't gnaw rope; rope won't hang butcher; butcher won't
+kill ox; ox won't drink water; water won't quench fire; fire won't burn
+stick, stick won't beat dog; dog won't bite pig; piggy won't get over
+the stile; and I shan't get home to-night." But the cat said to her: "If
+you will go to yonder cow, and fetch me a saucer of milk, I will kill
+the rat." So away went the old woman to the cow.
+
+But the cow said to her: "If you will go to yonder hay-stack, and fetch
+me a handful of hay, I'll give you the milk." So away went the old woman
+to the hay-stack; and she brought the hay to the cow.
+
+As soon as the cow had eaten the hay she gave the old woman the milk;
+and away she went with it in a saucer to the cat.
+
+As soon as the cat had lapped up the milk, the cat began to kill the
+rat; the rat began to gnaw the rope; the rope began to hang the butcher;
+the butcher began to kill the ox; the ox began to drink the water; the
+water began to quench the fire; the fire began to burn the stick; the
+stick began to beat the dog; the dog began to bite the pig, the little
+pig in a fright jumped over the stile; and so the old woman got home
+that night.
+
+  [H] From "English Fairy Tales," collected by Joseph Jacobs; used by
+  permission of the publishers, G. P. Putnam's Sons.
+
+
+THE LAMBIKIN[I]
+
+Once upon a time there was a wee, wee Lambikin, who frolicked about on
+his little tottery legs, and enjoyed himself amazingly. Now one day he
+set off to visit his Granny, and was jumping with joy to think of all
+the good things he should get from her, when whom should he meet but a
+Jackal, who looked at the tender young morsel and said: "Lambikin!
+Lambikin! I'LL EAT YOU!"
+
+But Lambikin only gave a little frisk, and said:
+
+     "To Granny's house I go,
+      Where I shall fatter grow,
+      Then you can eat me so."
+
+The Jackal thought this reasonable, and let Lambikin pass.
+
+By and by he met a Vulture, and the Vulture, looking hungrily at the
+tender morsel before him, said: "Lambikin! Lambikin! I'LL EAT YOU!"
+
+But the Lambikin only gave a little frisk, and said:
+
+     "To Granny's house I go,
+      Where I shall fatter grow,
+      Then you can eat me so."
+
+The Vulture thought this reasonable, and let Lambikin pass.
+
+And by and by he met a Tiger, and then a Wolf, and a Dog, and an Eagle;
+and all these, when they saw the tender little morsel, said: "Lambikin!
+Lambikin! I'LL EAT YOU!"
+
+But to all of them Lambikin replied, with a little frisk:
+
+     "To Granny's house I go,
+      Where I shall fatter grow,
+      Then you can eat me so."
+
+At last he reached his Granny's house, and said, all in a great hurry,
+"Granny dear, I've promised to get very fat, so, as people ought to keep
+their promises, please put me into the corn-bin at once."
+
+So his Granny said he was a good boy, and put him into the corn-bin, and
+there the greedy little Lambikin stayed for seven days, and ate, and
+ate, and ate, until he could scarcely waddle, and his Granny said he was
+fat enough for anything, and must go home. But cunning little Lambikin
+said that would never do, for some animal would be sure to eat him on
+the way back, he was so plump and tender.
+
+"I'll tell you what you must do," said Master Lambikin; "you must make
+a little drumikin out of the skin of my little brother who died, and
+then I can sit inside and trundle along nicely, for I'm as tight as a
+drum myself."
+
+So his Granny made a nice little drumikin out of his brother's skin,
+with the wool inside, and Lambikin curled himself up snug and warm in
+the middle, and trundled away gayly. Soon he met with the Eagle, who
+called out:
+
+     "Drumikin! Drumikin!
+      Have you seen Lambikin?"
+
+And Mr. Lambikin, curled up in his soft, warm nest, replied:
+
+     "Fallen into the fire, and so will you,
+      On little Drumikin! Tum-pa, tum-too!"
+
+"How very annoying!" sighed the Eagle, thinking regretfully of the
+tender morsel he had let slip.
+
+Meanwhile Lambikin trundled along, laughing to himself, and singing.
+
+     "Tum-pa, tum-too;
+      Tum-pa, tum-too!"
+
+Every animal and bird he met asked him the same question:
+
+     "Drumikin! Drumikin!
+      Have you seen Lambikin?"
+
+And to each of them the little slyboots replied:
+
+     "Fallen into the fire, and so will you,
+      On little Drumikin! Tum-pa, tum-too;
+        Tum-pa, tum-too; Tum-pa, tum-too!"
+
+Then they all sighed to think of the tender little morsel they had let
+slip.
+
+At last the Jackal came limping along, for all his sorry looks as sharp
+as a needle, and he, too, called out:
+
+     "Drumikin! Drumikin!
+      Have you seen Lambikin?"
+
+And Lambikin, curled up in his snug little nest, replied gayly:
+
+     "Fallen into the fire, and so will you,
+      On little Drumikin! Tum-pa----"
+
+But he never got any farther, for the Jackal recognized his voice at
+once, and cried "Hullo! you've turned yourself inside out, have you?
+Just you come out of that!"
+
+Whereupon he tore open Drumikin and gobbled up Lambikin.
+
+  [I] From "Indian Fairy Tales," edited by Joseph Jacobs; used by
+  permission of the publishers, G. P. Putnam's Sons.
+
+
+THE CAT AND THE MOUSE[J]
+
+     The cat and the mouse
+     Played in the malt-house:
+
+The cat bit the mouse's tail off. "Pray, puss, give me my tail." "No,"
+says the cat, "I'll not give you your tail, till you go to the cow, and
+fetch me some milk."
+
+     First she leaped, and then she ran,
+     Till she came to the cow, and thus began:
+
+"Pray, Cow, give me milk, that I may give cat milk, that cat may give me
+my own tail again." "No," said the cow, "I will give you no milk, till
+you go to the farmer, and get me some hay."
+
+     First she leaped, and then she ran,
+     Till she came to the farmer, and thus began:
+
+"Pray, Farmer, give me hay, that I may give cow hay, that cow may give
+me milk, that I may give cat milk, that cat may give me my own tail
+again." "No," said the farmer, "I'll give you no hay, till you go to
+the butcher and fetch me some meat."
+
+     First she leaped, and then she ran,
+     Till she came to the butcher, and thus began:
+
+"Pray, Butcher, give me meat, that I may give farmer meat, that farmer
+may give me hay, that I may give cow hay, that cow may give me milk,
+that I may give cat milk, that cat may give me my own tail again." "No,"
+says the butcher, "I'll give you no meat, till you go to the baker and
+fetch me some bread."
+
+     First she leaped, and then she ran,
+     Till she came to the baker, and thus began:
+
+"Pray, Baker, give me bread, that I may give butcher bread, that butcher
+may give me meat, that I may give farmer meat, that farmer may give me
+hay, that I may give cow hay, that cow may give me milk, that I may give
+cat milk, that cat may give me my own tail again."
+
+     "Yes," says the baker, "I'll give you some bread,
+     But if you eat my meal, I'll cut off your head."
+
+Then the baker gave mouse bread, and mouse gave butcher bread, and
+butcher gave mouse meat, and mouse gave farmer meat, and farmer gave
+mouse hay, and mouse gave cow hay, and cow gave mouse milk, and mouse
+gave cat milk, and cat gave mouse her own tail again.
+
+  [J] From "English Fairy Tales," collected by Joseph Jacobs; used by
+  permission of the publishers, G. P. Putnam's Sons.
+
+
+HENNY-PENNY[K]
+
+One day Henny-penny was picking up corn in the cornyard
+when--whack!--something hit her upon the head. "Goodness gracious me!"
+says Henny-penny; "the sky's a-going to fall; I must go and tell the
+king."
+
+So she went along, and she went along, and she went along till she met
+Cocky-locky. "Where are you going, Henny-penny?" says Cocky-locky. "Oh!
+I'm going to tell the king the sky's a-falling," says Henny-penny. "May
+I come with you?" says Cocky-locky. "Certainly," says Henny-penny. So
+Henny-penny and Cocky-locky went to tell the king the sky was falling.
+
+They went along, and they went along, and they went along till they met
+Ducky-daddles. "Where are you going to, Henny-penny and Cocky-locky?"
+says Ducky-daddles. "Oh! we're going to tell the king the sky's
+a-falling," says Henny-penny and Cocky-locky. "May I come with you?"
+says Ducky-daddles. "Certainly," says Henny-penny and Cocky-locky. So
+Henny-penny, Cocky-locky, and Ducky-daddles went to tell the king the
+sky was a-falling.
+
+So they went along, and they went along, and they went along till they
+met Goosey-poosey. "Where are you going to, Henny-penny, Cocky-locky,
+and Ducky-daddles?" says Goosey-poosey. "Oh! we're going to tell the
+king the sky's a-falling," says Henny-penny, and Cocky-locky and
+Ducky-daddles. "May I come with you?" says Goosey-poosey. "Certainly,"
+says Henny-penny, Cocky-locky, and Ducky-daddles. So Henny-penny,
+Cocky-locky, Ducky-daddles, and Goosey-poosey went to tell the king the
+sky was a-falling.
+
+So they went along, and they went along, and they went along till they
+met Turkey-lurkey. "Where are you going, Henny-penny, Cocky-locky,
+Ducky-daddles, and Goosey-poosey?" says Turkey-lurkey. "Oh! we're going
+to tell the king the sky's a-falling," says Henny-penny, Cocky-locky,
+Ducky-daddles, and Goosey-poosey. "May I come with you, Henny-penny,
+Cocky-locky, Ducky-daddles, and Goosey-poosey?" says Turkey-lurkey. "Oh,
+certainly, Turkey-lurkey," says Henny-penny, Cocky-locky, Ducky-daddies,
+and Goosey-poosey. So Henny-penny, Cocky-locky, Ducky-daddies,
+Goosey-poosey, and Turkey-lurkey all went to tell the king the sky was
+a-falling.
+
+So they went along, and they went along, and they went along till they
+met Foxy-woxy, and Foxy-woxy says to Henny-penny, Cocky-locky,
+Ducky-daddles, Goosey-poosey, and Turkey-lurkey: "Where are you going,
+Henny-penny, Cocky-locky, Ducky-daddles, Goosey-poosey, and
+Turkey-lurkey?" And Henny-penny, Cocky-locky, Ducky-daddles,
+Goosey-Poosey, and Turkey-lurkey says to Foxy-woxy: "We're going to tell
+the king the sky's a-falling." "Oh! but this is not the way to the king,
+Henny-penny, Cocky-locky, Ducky-daddles, Goosey-poosey, and
+Turkey-lurkey," says Foxy-woxy; "I know the proper way; shall I show it
+you?" "Oh, certainly, Foxy-woxy," says Henny-penny, Cocky-locky,
+Ducky-daddles, Goosey-poosey, and Turkey-lurkey. So Henny-penny,
+Cocky-locky, Ducky-daddles, Goosey-poosey, Turkey-lurkey, and Foxy-woxy
+all went to tell the king the sky was a-falling.
+
+So they went along, and they went along, and they went along till they
+came to a narrow and dark hole. Now this was the door of Foxy-woxy's
+cave. But Foxy-woxy says to Henny-penny, Cocky-locky, Ducky-daddies,
+Goosey-poosey, and Turkey-lurkey: "This is the short way to the king's
+palace; you'll soon get there if you follow me. I will go first and you
+come after, Henny-penny, Cocky-locky, Ducky-daddles, Goosey-poosey, and
+Turkey-lurkey," "Why, of course, certainly, without doubt, why not?"
+says Henny-penny, Cocky-locky, Ducky-daddles, Goosey-poosey, and
+Turkey-lurkey.
+
+So Foxy-woxy went into his cave, and he didn't go very far, but turned
+round to wait for Henny-penny, Cocky-locky, Ducky-daddles,
+Goosey-poosey, and Turkey-lurkey. So at last Turkey-lurkey went through
+the dark hole into the cave. He hadn't got far when "Hrumph!" Foxy-woxy
+snapped off Turkey-lurkey's head and threw his body over his left
+shoulder. Then Goosey-poosey went in, and "Hrumph!" off went her head
+and Goosey-poosey was thrown beside Turkey-lurkey. Then Ducky-daddles
+waddled down, and "Hrumph!" snapped Foxy-woxy, and Ducky-daddles's head
+was off, and Ducky-daddles was thrown alongside Turkey-lurkey and
+Goosey-poosey. Then Cocky-locky strutted down into the cave, and he
+hadn't gone far when "Snap, Hrumph!" went Foxy-woxy, and Cocky-locky was
+thrown alongside of Turkey-lurkey, Goosey-poosey, and Ducky-daddles.
+
+  [Illustration: "THIS IS THE SHORT WAY"]
+
+But Foxy-woxy had made two bites at Cocky-locky, and when the first snap
+only hurt Cocky-locky, but didn't kill him, he called out to
+Henny-penny. But she turned tail and off she ran home, so she never told
+the king the sky was a-falling.
+
+  [K] From "English Fairy Tales," collected by Joseph Jacobs; used by
+  permission of the publishers, G. P. Putnam's Sons.
+
+
+THREE GOATS IN THE RYEFIELD
+
+ADAPTED BY CECILIA FARWELL
+
+Once upon a time there was a little boy whose task it was to drive the
+goats to and from the hills. One morning, as they went along the road,
+the first goat saw a hole in the fence which shut off a field of rye.
+
+"Oh," said the first goat, "here is a chance to get into that field. I
+do not think that we want to eat rye--there is plenty of grass on the
+hill. But we can go in and see what it is like, just the same."
+
+With that he turned aside from the road and went through the hole into
+the ryefield, and the others followed after him.
+
+"Here," cried the boy, "come out of that!"
+
+But the goats did not come out, so the boy climbed over the fence and
+started after them to chase them out. But the goats just ran round and
+round in the field, until at last the little boy was so tired that he
+sat down by the fence and cried.
+
+By-and-by a dog came down the road. "Why, little boy," he said, "what
+are you crying for?"
+
+"I am crying because the goats will not come out of the ryefield. I was
+driving them along the road to the hills and they went through the
+fence, and I have chased them and chased them, and they will not come
+out."
+
+"Well," said the dog, "that is nothing to cry about. Just you wait here
+and I will go into the field and chase them out for you."
+
+So the dog ran through the hole and started after the goats, barking
+loudly. When the goats saw him coming they started to run, and ran round
+and round in the field until at last the dog was so tired that he sat
+down by the fence and cried.
+
+By-and-by a fox came trotting down the road. "Why, dog," he said, "what
+are you crying for?"
+
+"I am crying because little boy is crying," said the dog.
+
+"And what are you crying for, little boy?" asked the fox.
+
+"I am crying because the goats will not come out of the ryefield. I was
+driving them along the road to the hills and they went through the
+fence, and I have chased them and chased them and they will not come
+out."
+
+"Well," said the fox, "that is nothing to cry about. Just you wait here
+and I will go into the field and chase them out for you."
+
+So the fox ran through the hole and started after the goats, barking
+shrilly. And when they saw him coming they started to run, and ran
+round and round in the field until at last the fox was so tired that he
+sat down by the fence and cried.
+
+By-and-by a bee came flying lightly overhead.
+
+"Why, fox," he said, "why are you crying?"
+
+"I am crying because dog is crying," said the fox.
+
+"And why are you crying, dog?" asked the bee.
+
+"I am crying because little boy is crying," said the dog.
+
+"And why are you crying, little boy?" asked the bee.
+
+"I am crying because the goats will not come out of the ryefield. I was
+driving them along the road to the hills, and they went through the
+fence, and I have chased them and chased them and they will not come
+out!"
+
+"Oh," said the bee, "that is nothing to cry about. Just you wait here
+and I will go into the field and chase them out for you."
+
+So he flew over the fence and flew straight to the first goat and began
+to buzz in his ear. The first goat lifted up his head and said: "Ho!
+What is this?" and he looked all around him, but could see nothing from
+which to run.
+
+"Buzz, buzz, buzz!" said the bee, and he lighted on the ear of the goat.
+
+"Now here is someone that means business," said the goat, and he shook
+his head to shake off the bee, but the bee only clung the tighter.
+
+"Buzz, buzz, buzz!" he said. Then he stung the first goat in the ear.
+"Now," said the first goat, "this is a serious matter. Ouch!" he added,
+as the bee stung him again. "Come on, you," he called to the others, "it
+is time to get out of here!" With that he led them straight to the hole
+in the fence, and they ran through it, all three of them, and out into
+the road where the little boy sat with the dog and the fox.
+
+"Oh," said the dog, "the bee can do something that I cannot, even if he
+is so small."
+
+"Yes," said the fox, "the bee didn't make much noise, but the noise that
+he did make counted more than all of our barking."
+
+
+  [Illustration: LITTLE BUNNIE BROWN IS AT THE HEAD OF HIS CLASS]
+
+
+TEENY TINY[L]
+
+There was once upon a time a teeny-tiny woman who lived in a teeny-tiny
+house in a teeny-tiny village. Now, one day this teeny-tiny woman put on
+her teeny-tiny bonnet and went out of her teeny-tiny house to take a
+teeny-tiny walk. And when this teeny-tiny woman had gone a teeny-tiny
+way, she came to a teeny-tiny gate; so the teeny-tiny woman opened the
+teeny-tiny gate, and went into a teeny-tiny meadow. And when this
+teeny-tiny woman had got into the teeny-tiny meadow, she saw a
+teeny-tiny bone on a teeny-tiny stone, and the teeny-tiny woman said to
+her teeny-tiny self: "This teeny-tiny bone will make me some teeny-tiny
+soup for my teeny-tiny supper." So the teeny-tiny woman put the
+teeny-tiny bone into her teeny-tiny pocket, and went home to her
+teeny-tiny house.
+
+Now, when the teeny-tiny woman got home to her teeny-tiny house, she was
+a teeny-tiny bit tired; so she went up her teeny-tiny stairs to her
+teeny-tiny bed, and put the teeny-tiny bone into a teeny-tiny cupboard.
+And when this teeny-tiny woman had been to sleep a teeny-tiny time, she
+was awakened by a teeny-tiny voice from the teeny-tiny cupboard, which
+said:
+
+     "GIVE ME MY BONE!"
+
+And this teeny-tiny woman was a teeny-tiny bit frightened, so she hid
+her teeny-tiny head under the teeny-tiny clothes, and went to sleep
+again. And when she had been asleep again a teeny-tiny time, the
+teeny-tiny voice again cried out from the teeny-tiny cupboard a
+teeny-tiny louder:
+
+     "GIVE ME MY BONE!"
+
+This made the teeny-tiny woman a teeny-tiny more frightened, so she hid
+her teeny-tiny head a teeny-tiny further under the teeny-tiny clothes.
+And when the teeny-tiny woman had been asleep again a teeny-tiny time,
+the teeny-tiny voice from the teeny-tiny cupboard said again a
+teeny-tiny louder:
+
+     "GIVE ME MY BONE!"
+
+At this the teeny-tiny woman was a teeny-tiny bit more frightened; but
+she put her teeny-tiny head out of the teeny-tiny clothes, and said in
+her loudest teeny-tiny voice:
+
+     "TAKE IT!"
+
+  [L] From "English Fairy Tales," collected by Joseph Jacobs; used by
+  permission of the publishers, G. P. Putnam's Sons.
+
+
+SONG OF THE PEAR TREE
+
+     Out in the green, green orchard
+       Standeth a fine pear tree;
+     The fine pear tree has leaves, too.
+       What on the tree may be?
+         Why, there's a beautiful branch,
+         Branch on the tree,
+         Tree in the ground.
+
+     Out in the green, green orchard
+       Standeth a fine pear tree,
+     The fine pear tree has leaves, too,
+       And what on its branch may be?
+         A beautiful twig.
+         Twig on the branch,
+         Branch on the tree,
+         Tree in the ground.
+
+     Out in the green, green orchard
+       Standeth a fine pear tree,
+     The fine pear tree has leaves, too.
+       Now what on the twig may be?
+         A beautiful nest.
+         Nest on the twig,
+         Twig on the branch,
+         Branch on the tree,
+         Tree in the ground.
+
+     Out in the green, green orchard
+       Standeth a fine pear tree;
+     The fine pear tree has leaves, too.
+       Now, what in the nest may be?
+         A beautiful egg.
+         Egg in the nest,
+         Nest on the twig,
+         Twig on the branch,
+         Branch on the tree,
+         Tree in the ground.
+
+     Out in the green, green orchard
+       Standeth a fine pear tree,
+     The fine pear tree has leaves, too.
+       Now, what from the egg shall we see?
+         A beautiful bird.
+         Bird from the egg,
+         Egg in the nest,
+         Nest on the twig,
+         Twig on the branch,
+         Branch on the tree,
+         Tree in the ground.
+
+     Out in the green, green orchard
+       Standeth a fine pear tree;
+     The fine pear tree has leaves, too.
+       Now, what on the bird may be?
+         A beautiful feather.
+         Feather on the bird,
+         Bird from the egg,
+         Egg in the nest,
+         Nest on the twig,
+         Twig on the branch,
+         Branch on the tree,
+         Tree in the ground.
+
+     Out in the green, green meadow
+       Standeth a fine pear tree;
+     The fine pear tree hath leaves, too.
+       Now, what from the feather will be?
+         A beautiful bed.
+         Bed from the feather,
+         Feather from the bird,
+         Bird from the egg,
+         Egg in the nest,
+         Nest on the twig,
+         Twig on the branch,
+         Branch on the tree,
+         Tree in the ground.
+
+     Out in the green, green meadow
+       Standeth a fine pear tree;
+     The fine pear tree hath leaves, too.
+       Now, what in that bed may be?
+         A beautiful child.
+         Child in the bed,
+         Bed from the feather,
+         Feather from the bird,
+         Bird from the egg,
+         Egg from the nest,
+         Nest on the twig,
+         Twig on the branch,
+         Branch on the tree,
+         Tree in the ground.
+
+     Out in the green, green meadow
+       Standeth a fine pear tree,
+     The fine pear tree hath leaves, too,
+       And on it these things all be.
+
+
+COCK-ALU AND HEN-ALIE
+
+BY MARY HOWITT
+
+     In this tale is shown to you
+     How large the boast of Cock-alu;
+     But, when he comes to act, you'll see
+     Small hope indeed for Hen-alie;
+     And thus you clearly will perceive
+     That who has great things to achieve
+     Must not stand talking but must do,
+     Else he will fail like Cock-alu.
+     For he who would perform the most
+     Will utter no vainglorious boast;
+     But still press onward, staunch and true,
+     With but the honest end in view.
+
+Cock-alu and Hen-alie sat on the perch above the bean-straw. It was four
+o'clock in the morning, and Cock-alu clapped his wings and crowed; then,
+turning to Hen-alie, he said: "Hen-alie, my little wife, I love you
+better than all the world, you know I do. I always told you so! I will
+do anything for you; I'll go round the world for you, I'll travel as far
+as the sun for you! You know I would! Tell me, what shall I do for you?"
+
+"Crow!" said Hen-alie.
+
+"Oh, that is such a little thing!" said Cock-alu, and crowed with all
+his might. He crowed so loud that he woke the farmer's wife, and the dog
+and the cat, and all the pigeons and horses in the stable, and the cow
+in the stall. He crowed so loud that all the neighbors' cocks heard him
+and answered him, and they woke all their people; and thus Cock-alu woke
+the whole parish.
+
+"I've done it rarely this morning!" said Cock-alu; "I told you I would
+do anything to please you!"
+
+The next morning, at breakfast, as Hen-alie was picking beans out of the
+bean-straw, one stuck in her throat; and she was soon so ill that she
+was just ready to die.
+
+"Oh, Cock-alu," said she, calling to him in the yard, where he stood
+clapping his wings in the sunshine, "run and fetch me a drop of water
+from the silver-spring in the Beech-wood! Fetch me a drop quickly, while
+the dew is in it; for that is the true remedy."
+
+But Cock-alu was so busy crowing against a neighbor that he took no
+notice.
+
+"Oh, Cock-alu, do run and fetch me the water from the silver-spring, or
+I shall die; for the bean sticks in my throat, and nothing but water
+with dew in it can cure me! Oh, Cock-alu, dear, run quickly!"
+
+Cock-alu heard her this time, and set off, crowing as he went. He had
+not gone far before he met the snail.
+
+"Where are you going, snails?" says he.
+
+"I'm going to the cow-cabbage," says the snail; "and what urgent
+business may it be that takes you out thus early, Cock-alu?" says the
+snail.
+
+"I'm going to the silver-spring in the Beech-wood, to fetch a drop of
+water for my wife, Hen-alie, who has got a bean in her throat," says
+Cock-alu.
+
+"Oh," says the snail, "run along quickly, and get the water while the
+dew is in it; for nothing else will get a bean out of the throat. Don't
+stop by the way, for the bull is coming down to the silver-spring to
+drink, and he'll trouble the water. Gather up my silver-trail, however,
+and give it to Hen-alie with my love, and I hope she'll soon be better!"
+
+Cock-alu hastily gathered up the silver-trail which the snail left.
+"This will make Hen-alie a pair of stockings!" said he, and went on his
+way.
+
+He had not gone far before he met the wood-pigeon. "Good morning,
+pigeon," says he; "and which way are you going?"
+
+"I am going to the pea-field," says the pigeon, "to get peas for my
+young ones; and what may your business be this morning, Cock-alu!"
+
+"I'm going to the silver-spring in the Beech-wood, to fetch a drop of
+water for my wife, Hen-alie, who has got a bean in her throat."
+
+"I'm sorry to hear that," says the pigeon; "but don't let me detain you,
+for water with the dew in it is the best thing to get a bean out of the
+throat; and let me advise you to make haste, for the bloodhound is going
+to lap at the spring, and he'll trouble the water. So run along, and
+here, take with you my blue velvet neck-ribbon, and give it to Hen-alie
+with my love, and I hope she'll soon be better."
+
+"Oh, what a nice pair of garters this will make for Hen-alie!" exclaimed
+Cock-alu, and went on his way.
+
+He had not gone far before he met the wild-cat. "Good morning, friend,"
+says Cock-alu, "and where may you be going this morning?"
+
+"I'm going to get a young wood-pigeon for my breakfast, while the mother
+is gone to the pea-field," says the wild-cat; "and where may you be
+traveling to this morning, Cock-alu?"
+
+"I'm going to the silver-spring in the Beech-wood," replied Cock-alu,
+"to get a drop of water for my little wife Hen-alie, who has got a bean
+in her throat."
+
+"That's a bad business," says the wild-cat, "but a drop of water with
+the dew in it is the right remedy; so don't let me keep you; and you had
+better make haste, for the woodman is on his way to fell a tree by the
+spring, and if a branch falls into it, the water will be troubled; so
+off with you! But carry with you a flash of green fire from my right
+eye, and give it to Hen-alie with my love, and I hope she'll soon be
+better."
+
+"Oh, what a beautiful green light, like the green on my best
+tail-feathers! I'll keep it for myself; it's fitter for me than for
+Hen-alie!" said Cock-alu.
+
+So he hung the green light on his tail-feathers, which made them very
+handsome, and he went on his way.
+
+He had not gone far before he met with the sheep-dog. "Good morning,
+sheep-dog," says Cock-alu; "where are you going?"
+
+"I'm going to hunt up a stray lamb for my master," says the sheep-dog,
+"and what brings you abroad?"
+
+"I'm going to the silver-spring in the Beech-wood, to get a drop of
+water for my little wife Hen-alie, who has got a bean in her throat,"
+says Cock-alu.
+
+"Then why do you stop talking to me?" says the sheep-dog, in his short
+way; "your wife's bad enough, I'll warrant me; and a drop of water with
+the dew in it is the thing to do her good. Be off with you! The farmer
+is coming to lay the spring dry this morning. I left him sharpening his
+mattock when I set out. You'll be too late, if you don't mind!" and with
+that the sheep-dog went his way.
+
+"An unmannerly fellow," says Cock-alu, and stood looking after him;
+"I'll not go at his bidding, not I!" So he clapped his wings and crowed
+in the wood, just to show that he set light by his advice. "And never to
+give me anything for poor Hen-alie, that lies sick at home with a bean
+in her throat! The ill-natured churl!" cried Cock-alu to himself, and
+then he stood and crowed again with all his might.
+
+After that he marched on, and before long reached the Beech-wood, but as
+the silver-spring lay yet a good way off, he had not gone far in the
+wood before he met the squirrel.
+
+"Good morning, squirrel," says he; "what brings you abroad so early?"
+
+"Early do you call it, Cock-alu?" says the squirrel; "why, I've been up
+these four hours; I just stopped to give the young ones their
+breakfasts, and then set off to silver-spring for a drop of water while
+the dew was in it; I've got it here in a cherry-leaf. And pray you, what
+business may take you abroad, Cock-alu?"
+
+"The same as yours," replied Cock-alu; "I'm going for water, too, for my
+wife Hen-alie, who has got a bean in her throat."
+
+"Ah, well-a-day!" says the squirrel, "that's a bad thing! But run along
+with you; for the old sow is coming down with her nine little pigs, and
+if they trouble the water it will be all too late for poor little
+Hen-alie!"
+
+And with that the squirrel leaped up into the oak-tree above where
+Cock-alu stood, for that was her way home, and left him without further
+ceremony.
+
+"Humph!" said Cock-alu; "she might have given me some of the water out
+of her cherry-leaf for my poor little Hen-alie!" And so saying, he
+walked on through the Beech-wood, and as he met no more creatures he
+soon reached the silver-spring.
+
+But it was now noon-day, and there was not a drop of dew in the water,
+and the bull had been down and drunk, and the bloodhound had lapped, and
+the old sow and her nine little pigs had wallowed in it, so the water
+was troubled, and besides that the woodman had felled the tree which now
+lay across the spring, and the farmer was digging the new watercourse,
+so the spring was getting lower every minute. Cock-alu had come quite
+too late; there was not a drop left for poor little Hen-alie.
+
+When Cock-alu saw this he was very much disconcerted; he did not know
+what to do, he stood a little while considering, and then he set off as
+hard as he could go to the squirrel's house to beg a drop of water from
+her. But the squirrel lived a long way off in the wood, and thus it was
+a considerable time before he got there.
+
+When he reached the squirrel's house, however, nobody was at home. He
+knocked and knocked for a long time, and at last he walked in, but they
+were all gone out; he peeped therefore into the pantry to see if he
+could find the water; there was plenty of hazel-nuts and beech-nuts,
+heaps and heaps of them all laid up in store for winter, but no water;
+at length he saw the curled-up cherry-leaf, like a water-jug, standing
+at the squirrel's bed-side, but it was empty; there was not a single
+drop in it.
+
+"This is bad business!" said Cock-alu to himself, and turned to leave
+the house. At the squirrel's door he met a woodpecker.
+
+"Woodpecker," says he, "where is the squirrel gone to? I want to beg a
+drop of water from the silver-spring for my wife Hen-alie, who has got a
+bean in her throat!"
+
+"Lack-a-day!" said the woodpecker, "the old squirrel drank every drop,
+and drained the jug into the bargain; he lay sick in bed this morning,
+but there was such virtue in the water that he got well as soon as he
+drank it; and now he has taken his wife and the little ones out for an
+airing; they will not be back till night, I know. But if you will leave
+any message with me I will be sure and deliver it, for the squirrel and
+I are very neighborly."
+
+"Oh!" groaned Cock-alu; "but what would be the use of leaving a message
+if they have no water to give me!"
+
+With that he came down from the old pine tree where the squirrel lived,
+set out on his way home again, and came at length out of the Beech-wood,
+but it was then getting toward evening.
+
+He came to his own yard. There was the perch on which he and Hen-alie
+had so often sat, and there was the bean-straw, and there lay poor
+Hen-alie just as he had left her.
+
+"Hen-alie, my little wife," said he, crowing loudly as he came up, that
+he might put a cheerful face on the matter, "I have been very unlucky; I
+could not get you any water, but I have got something so nice for you! I
+have brought you a pair of silver-gauze stockings which the snail has
+sent you, and a pair of blue velvet garters to wear with them, which the
+ring-tail dove gave me!"
+
+"Thank you," said poor little Hen-alie, in a very weak voice, "but I
+wish you could have brought me some water, these things will do me no
+good!"
+
+"I could not bring you water, for the silver-spring is dry," said
+Cock-alu, feeling very unhappy, and yet wishing to excuse himself;
+"there's not a drop of water left in it!"
+
+"Then it's all over with me!" sighed poor little Hen-alie.
+
+"Don't be down-hearted, my little wife," said Cock-alu, trying to seem
+cheerful, "I will give you something better than all, I will give you
+the green-fire flash from the wild-cat's eye, which he gave me to wear
+on my tail-feathers. Look up, my poor little Hen-alie, and I'll give it
+all to you!"
+
+"Alas!" sighed poor little Hen-alie, "what good will they do me! Oh,
+that somebody only loved me well enough to have brought me one drop of
+silver-spring water!"
+
+All this while something very nice was happening, which I must tell you.
+
+There was in the poultry-yard a shabby little drab-colored hen, very
+small and very much despised; Cock-alu would not look at her, nor
+Hen-alie either; she had no tail-feathers at all, and long black legs
+which looked as if she had borrowed them from a hen twice her size; she
+was, in short, the meanest, most ill-conditioned hen in the yard.
+
+All the time, however, that Cock-alu was out on his fruitless errand,
+she had been comforting Hen-alie in the best way she could, and assuring
+her that Cock-alu would soon be back again with the water from the
+silver-spring. But when he came back without a single drop, and only
+offered the fine silk stockings and blue velvet garters instead, she set
+off, without saying a word, as fast as her long legs would carry her out
+of the wood and down to the silver-spring, which she reached in a
+wonderfully short time.
+
+Fortunately the silver-spring had flowed into its new channel as clearly
+as ever, and the evening dew had dropped its virtues into it. The owls
+were shouting "Kla-vit!" from one end of the wood to the other, The dark
+leathern-winged bats and the dusky white and buff-colored moths were
+flitting about the broad shadows of the trees, but the little hen took
+no notice of any of them. On she went, thinking of nothing but that
+which she had to do; and reaching the silver-spring, she gathered up
+twelve drops of water, and, hurrying back again, came into the yard just
+as poor Hen-alie was saying: "Oh, that somebody had loved me well enough
+to fetch me only one drop of silver-spring water!"
+
+"That I do!" said the shabby little hen, and dropped one drop after
+another into her beak.
+
+The first drop loosened the bean, the second softened it, and the third
+sent it down her throat.
+
+Hen-alie was well again; Cock-alu was ready to clap his wings and crow
+for joy; and the little hen turned quietly away to her solitary perch.
+
+"Nay," said Hen-alie, "but you shall not go unrewarded; see, here is a
+pair of silk stockings for you, and here is green fire which will make
+the most beautiful feathers in the world grow all over your body! Take
+them all, you good little thing, and to-morrow morning you will come out
+the handsomest hen in the yard!"
+
+So it was. There must have been magic in those silk stockings and that
+green fire, for the shabby little thing was now transformed into a
+regular queen-hen. The farmer's wife thought she must have strayed away
+from some beautiful foreign country, and gave her a famous breakfast to
+keep her. Cock-alu was very attentive to her; and as to Hen-alie, she
+never ceased singing her praises as long as she lived.
+
+
+THERE IS THE KEY OF THE KINGDOM
+
+     There is the key of the Kingdom.
+     In that Kingdom there is a city;
+     In that city there is a town;
+     In that town there is a street;
+     In that street there is a lane;
+     In that lane there is a yard;
+     In that yard there is a house;
+     In that house there is a room;
+     In that room there is a bed;
+     On that bed there is a basket;
+     In that basket there are some flowers.
+
+     Flowers in the basket,
+     Basket on the bed,
+     Bed in the room,
+     Room in the house,
+     House in the yard,
+     Yard in the lane,
+     Lane in the street,
+     Street in the town,
+     Town in the city,
+     City in the Kingdom,
+     And this is the key of the Kingdom.
+
+
+
+
+#FUN FOR VERY LITTLE FOLK#
+
+  [Illustration: BUNNIE: "YOU SEE WHAT IT SAYS ON THIS SIGN? NOW STOP YOUR
+  BARKING AND GO RIGHT AWAY OR I'LL CALL A POLICEMAN!"]
+
+
+
+
+TOMMY AND HIS SISTER AND THEIR NEW PONY-CART
+
+BY DEWITT CLINTON FALLS
+
+Tommy took his sister out in their new pony-cart for a ride.
+
+They met a little friend very soon, and asked her to ride, too.
+
+Then Billie came along and of course they had to invite him.
+
+But they had forgotten how fat Billie was, so their ride ended very
+suddenly!
+
+
+THE ADVENTURES OF THREE LITTLE KITTENS
+
+  [Illustration: "HURRAH! WE ARE GOING TO SEE THE WORLD!"]
+
+  [Illustration: "OH DEAR, THIS IS DREADFUL!"]
+
+  [Illustration: "YES, IT IS SWEET MILK; IT'S YOUR TURN NEXT."]
+
+  [Illustration: BUT THEY MADE SUCH A NOISE THAT--]
+
+  [Illustration: JACK CAME OUT AND SO FRIGHTENED THEM THAT--]
+
+  [Illustration: THEY RAN HOME AS FAST AS THEY COULD GO.]
+
+
+THE LITTLE KITTENS' SURPRISE
+
+  [Illustration: I. "NOW KITTIES, LIE DOWN AND GO TO SLEEP."]
+
+  [Illustration: II. "WHAT'S THAT NOISE? SEE! A MOUSE TAIL!"]
+
+  [Illustration: III. THEY MAKE A DASH FOR THE DOOR, AND--]
+
+  [Illustration: BEGIN TO PULL.]
+
+  [Illustration: NOW, "ALL TOGETHER!"--]
+
+  [Illustration: BUT THIS IS WHAT IT WAS.]
+
+
+TED'S FOOLISH WISH
+
+     "I WISH I WAS AN OWL"
+     SAID TEDDY, WITH A SCOWL,
+     "CAUSE THEN I COULD SIT UP THE WHOLE NIGHT THROUGH."
+     BUT SOME FAIRIES HEARD HIM SCOLD,
+     AND HERE YOU MAY BEHOLD
+
+  [Illustration: HOW THEY]
+
+  [Illustration: MADE THAT]
+
+  [Illustration: AWFUL WISH]
+
+  [Illustration: COME TRUE!]
+
+               CHARLES FITCH LESTER
+
+
+Nonsense Rhyme.
+
+from the Negro quarters
+
+     Jay-bird a-sittin' on a Hickory limb.
+     He winked at me, I winked at him.
+         'Taint gwine to rain no mo'.
+
+     Hawk and Buzzard went to law;
+     Hawk fell down and broke his jaw.
+         'Taint gwine to rain no mo'.
+
+     Oh, de Wren and de Thrush go clackety-clack,
+     Dey bofe talk at once an dey bofe talk back,
+     Dey say: "Jim Crow, my but you =is= black!"
+         'Taint gwine to rain no mo'.
+
+
+TIMOTHY TRUNDLE.
+
+By FREDERICK MOXON.
+
+     Oh! Timothy Trundle was bouncingly fat,
+       As round as a robin was he;
+     The jolliest babe ever sat on a mat
+       To frolic and gurgle with glee!
+     His father who tossed him now up and now down,
+       Called him "Timothy Trundle of Topplety Town."
+
+     When Timothy Trundle grew up to be "Tim",
+       A rotund, jolly chunk of a lad,
+     The hoop that he played with looked slim, beside him,
+       Such a sphere of a shape as he had;
+     And folks on the street lost all signs of a frown,
+       To see Timothy Trundle of Topplety Town.
+
+     Once Timothy Trundle went out for a slide,
+       He dragged up the sled with a will;
+     But as he pushed off on his ride, o'er the side
+       He rolled, and then rolled down the hill;--
+     A snowball, like Heidelberg's fun of renown,
+       Buried Timothy Trundle of Topplety Town.
+
+     Of Timothy Trundle, the youth like an O,
+       For years I had never a trace
+     Till I went to a circus, and lo! in the show
+       I found his full-moon of a face.
+     A troup of trick tumblers performed, and the clown
+       Was Timothy Trundle of Topplety Town!
+
+
+  [Illustration: AN UNWELCOME GUEST]
+
+  [Illustration: PLAYMATES
+  FROM PHOTOGRAPHS BY HARRY W. FREES]
+
+  [Illustration: MORE PLAYMATES
+  FROM PHOTOGRAPHS BY HARRY W. FREES]
+
+  [Illustration: A DREAM OF GLORY]
+
+
+PICTURES
+
+BY CULMER BARNES
+
+  [Illustration:
+  DOGGIE:--"DON'T YOU KNOW THAT IT'S DANGEROUS TO SIT ON THE THIRD RAIL?"
+
+  CHORUS OF BUNNIES:--"MAY BE, BUT AT PRESENT IT DOESN'T SEEM NEARLY SO
+  DANGEROUS AS SOME PLACES WE KNOW OF."]
+
+  [Illustration:
+  FATHER OWL TO MR. WOODPECKER:--"HEY! WHO'S THAT KNOCKING OUT THERE?
+  DON'T YOU KNOW BETTER THAN TO DISTURB OUR DAY'S REST? CALL AGAIN AT A
+  REASONABLE HOUR."]
+
+
+  [Illustration: THE REUNION OF THE BRUIN FAMILY AT THE SEA SHORE.]
+
+
+THE BABY MICE ARE INSTRUCTED BY THEIR FOND PAPA
+
+  [Illustration:
+  "NOW, CHILDREN, THIS IS ONE OF THE GREATEST AND MOST DANGEROUS
+  TEMPTATIONS YOU WILL EVER MEET. I WILL SHOW YOU HOW IT WORKS SO THAT YOU
+  MAY REMEMBER AND ALWAYS AVOID IT."]
+
+  [Illustration: AND IT WORKED FINELY!]
+
+
+ROLY POLY ON VACATION
+
+DRAWN BY CULMER BARNES
+
+  [Illustration:
+  CONDUCTOR: "ALL ABOARD FOR THE JUNGLE! STEP LIVELY, PLEASE! BOTH GATES!"]
+
+  [Illustration:
+  THE THREE GIRAFFE BOYS: "COME ON IN, ROLY POLY, WE'RE DYING FOR A SWIM,
+  BUT THE WATER ISN'T DEEP ENOUGH."]
+
+
+MOTHER GOOSE'S LAST TROLLEY RIDE
+
+  [Illustration:
+  ON A RUNAWAY CAR: "HERE, YOU, CONDUCTOR. I WANT A TRANSFER AND I WANT
+  IT NOW!"]
+
+  [Illustration:
+  MOTHER GOOSE: "LUCKY FOR YOU I FELL IN THE WATER. I'LL NEVER TRUST
+  MYSELF ON LAND AGAIN AS LONG AS I LIVE."]
+
+
+IVAN AND THE WOLF
+
+  [Illustration: IVAN SEES THE WOLF]
+
+  [Illustration: AND TAKES REFUGE IN A HOLLOW TREE]
+
+  [Illustration: HAVING FASTENED THE BASKET WITH HIS STAFF.]
+
+  [Illustration: WHILE TWO BABY BEARS LEFT IN THE TREE IMPEDE HIS WAY,]
+
+  [Illustration: THE MOTHER BEAR COMES HOME,]
+
+  [Illustration: AND IVAN ESCAPES WITH THE CUBS.]
+
+
+HOMEWARD BOUND
+
+  [Illustration:
+  MR. BUNNIE: "COME, MR. MOLEY, TRY THE ELEVATED ROAD, ONCE."
+
+MR. MOLEY: "NO, THANK YOU, I PREFER THE SUBWAY FOR SEVERAL REASONS. I
+CAN SEE SO MUCH BETTER FOR ONE THING."]
+
+  [Illustration:
+  THE FRETFUL PORCUPINE: "HUH! NOBODY EVER GIVES ME A BOOST!"]
+
+
+THEIR LITTLE JAR
+
+  [Illustration: 1. TWO BEARS ON MISCHIEF BOUND]
+
+  [Illustration: 2. A BIG JAR OF HONEY FOUND.]
+
+  [Illustration: 3. BEFORE THEY MADE A BETTER PLAN]
+
+  [Illustration: 4. BOTH TO EAT AT ONCE BEGAN.]
+
+  [Illustration: 5. WHITEY BUMPED ON BRUIN'S CROWN;]
+
+  [Illustration: 6. BRUIN THEN PUSHED WHITEY DOWN.]
+
+  [Illustration: 7. THIS TO ROUGH AND TUMBLE LED,]
+
+  [Illustration: 8. TILL THEY WERE HEELS OVER HEAD.]
+
+  [Illustration: 9. BRUIN THOUGHT HE WAS IN CLOVER;]
+
+  [Illustration: 10. WHITEY CAME AND TURNED HIM OVER.]
+
+  [Illustration: 11. THEN DID WHITEY ROAR WITH LAUGHTER,]
+
+  [Illustration: 12. NOT AWARE WHAT'S COMING AFTER--]
+
+  [Illustration: 13. THE JAR IS BROKEN ON HIS HEAD;]
+
+  [Illustration: 14. JAR AND HONEY BOTH ARE FLED!]
+
+  [Illustration: 15. SAD AND SORRY, VERY SLOW,]
+
+  [Illustration: SEE THE COMRADES HOMEWARD GO.]
+
+
+Little Eski and the Polar Bear
+
+An Arctic Story in Four Chapters
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+#FUNNY VERSES AND PICTURES#
+
+
+
+
+_The_ Frog's Fiasco
+
+by D. K. Stevens
+
+         There was once a Frog
+         In a lonesome Bog
+     With a voice that was well worth praising.
+     He had one song and it used to go
+     Way down in the added lines below
+     Like this: [Symbol: music] which is quite amazing.
+
+             So he said one day
+             In a casual way
+         "Although it is scarcely vital
+       And I may be wrong, it appears to me
+     That a frog with a voice like mine should be
+         First class in a Song Recital."
+
+             So he posted sheets
+             In the village streets
+     With the date and the price: one shilling;
+       And he billed himself "_Signor_" because
+     He thought he would get immense applause
+       By the aid of a little _frilling_.
+
+               Well, it came about
+             That his friends turned out
+       From the Crane to the Curious Cricket,
+     With the Hare and the Hedgehog, Coon and Fox,
+         And the Critical Owl in a private box,
+             (On a Complimentary Ticket.)
+
+             When the clock struck eight
+             _Signor_ Frog in state
+           Thus opened the exhibition:
+     "For my first attempt on the concert-stump
+     I shall render a song that is called '_Ger-rump_.'
+           An original composition."
+
+               Then the Critical Owl
+               With a guttural growl,
+       Or a noise which was something near it,
+     Stood up and observed: "All summer long
+     From dusk till day you have sung that song--
+         And why should we _pay_ to hear it?"
+
+               So they all marched out
+                 In a regular rout,
+       With remarks most decidedly chilling,
+       And every one, as he passed the stand
+     Where the Muskrat kept all the cash in hand,
+         Demanded and _got_ his shilling!
+
+           And the luckless Frog,
+           In the lonesome Bog,
+       Relapsed into deep dejection;
+     As he broods alone on his dismal case
+     And sings all night in a booming bass,
+     "_Ger-rump_" is his one selection.
+
+
+The Musical Trust
+
+By D. K. Stevens
+
+         There was once a man who could execute
+             "Old Zip Coon" on a yellow flute,
+             And several other tunes to boot,
+     But he couldn't make a penny with his tootle-ti-toot
+            Tootle-ootle-_oot_le--tootle-ti-toot!
+            Tootle-ootle-_oot_le--tootle-ti-toot!
+       Though he played all day on his yellow flute,
+     He couldn't make a penny with his tootle-ti-toot.
+
+             One day he met a singular
+           Quaint old man with a big tu_ba_,
+         Who said: "I've travelled wide and far
+     But I haven't made a penny with my _oom_-pah-pah."
+           _Oom_-pah! _Oom_-pah! _Oom_-pah-pah!
+           _Oom_-pah! _Oom_-pah! _Oom_-pah-pah!
+         Though he played all day on his big tu_ba_
+     He couldn't make a penny with his _oom_-pah-pah.
+
+         Then they met two men who were hammering
+           On a big bass drum and a cymbal thing,
+         Who said: "We've banged since early spring
+     And we haven't made a penny with our boom-zing-zing."
+             _Boom_-zing! _Boom_-zing! _Boom_-zing-zing!
+             _Boom_-b-b-_boom_-boom--zing-zing!
+     Though the banged on the drum and the cymbal thing
+     They couldn't make a penny with their _boom_-zing-zing.
+
+               So the man with the flute
+                 Played tootle-ti-toot,
+         And the other man he played _oom_-pah,
+     While the men with the drum and the cymbal thing
+         Went: _boom_-b-b-_boom_-boom--zing-zing!
+             And they travelled wide and far.
+             Together they made the welkin ring
+       With a Tootle-ootle! _Oom_-pah! _Boom_-zing-zing!
+             Tootle-ootle! _Oom_-pah! _Boom_-zing-zing!
+             Tootle-ootle! _Oom_-pah! _Boom_-zing-zing!
+             And Oh! the pennies the people fling!
+     When they hear the tootle-_oom_-pah-_boom_-zing-zing!
+
+                                   Katherine Maynadier Browne
+
+
+The Cautious Cat
+
+by D.K. Stevens
+
+               A Cautious Cat
+               And a Reckless Rat
+     Went to sea with an Innocent Lamb.
+               They sailed in a yawl
+               With nothing at all
+     To eat but a Sugar-cured Ham.
+               The wind blew high
+               In a sky-blue sky,
+     At a rate they had never foreseen.
+               The wind blew low,
+               And the wind also
+     Blew a little bit in between--
+     Just a little bit in between.
+
+               Said the Cautious Cat
+               To the Reckless Rat,
+     Likewise to the Innocent Lamb:
+               "We'll tack this smack
+               And sail right back
+     To send a Mar-coni-o-gram.
+               For the winds might blow
+               Both high and low
+     And I wouldn't care a Lima Bean,
+               But I never can sail
+               When the ocean gale
+     Blows a little bit in between--
+     Just a little bit in between.
+
+               "Of course with me
+               You will never agree,"
+     Said the Cat to the Rat and the Lamb,
+               "But if you balk
+               You will have to walk,--
+     That's the kind of kitten I am!"
+               So they sailed right back
+               On the larboard tack
+     To the nearest port of call,
+               And the Reckless Rat
+               Let it go at that,
+     While the Lamb said nothing at all--
+     Said nothing--whatever--at all.
+
+                                   Katherine Maynadier Browne
+
+
+THREE LITTLE BEARS
+
+BY M. C. McNEILL
+
+     Three little bears came into the town.
+       "How do you do?" said everybody.
+     Their faces were smiling, with never a frown.
+       "How sweet!" said everybody.
+     The three little bears made three little bows.
+       "How very polite!" said everybody.
+     They bowed as boys bow in dancing-school.
+       "What airs and what grace!" said everybody.
+
+     One little bear had a little red coat.
+       "How smart!" said everybody.
+     One had a tippet all made of soft down.
+       "How cozy and warm!" said everybody.
+     And one was a fiddler of great renown.
+       "What charming music!" said everybody.
+
+     The three little bears began then to dance.
+       "How cute!" said everybody.
+     "What do you want, you little black bears
+       With manners so nice?" said everybody.
+     "I don't like to be a fool, so I want to go to school,"
+       Said the red-coated bear to everybody.
+
+     Then Tommy Perkins, making a bow,
+       Right in front of everybody,
+     Took down his book and his slate as well,
+       And began to explain to everybody
+     Just what the little black bears should do
+       To read and to cipher like everybody.
+
+     "Sit up quite straight, and mind your stops;
+       Say, 'A, B, C,' for everybody."
+     "A, B, C," said the three little bears,
+       All in one voice, to everybody.
+     "A, B, C! What fiddle-dee-dee!"
+       Was whispered aloud by everybody.
+
+     "I want to count," said one little bear.
+       "One! Two! Three! Four!" shouted everybody.
+     "We're not at all deaf!" said the three little bears.
+       "Oh! I beg your pardon!" said everybody.
+
+     "We'd like to learn manners," said the three little bears;
+       "And we'd like to learn from everybody,
+     But every one hasn't fine manners," they said.
+       "Some have very bad manners," said everybody.
+
+     "What manners you have may be better than ours,"
+       Said the three little bears to everybody,
+     "For we live in the wood--which no manners requires."
+       "Then how did you learn?" said everybody.
+
+     "For when you came in you were quite as polite
+       As Tommy Perkins," said everybody.
+     "You bowed and you danced, while we all sat entranced,
+       So sweet were the notes," said everybody.
+
+     "You wanted to learn to say, 'A, B, C,'
+       Like good little bears," said everybody.
+     "And when we exclaimed, 'Such fiddle-dee-dee!'
+       No notice you took," said everybody.
+     "And when we all shouted out, 'One! Two! Three! Four!'
+       Instead of roaring," said everybody,
+     "You gently reminded us all that in school
+       We must not be noisy," said everybody.
+
+     "If you won't teach us manners,
+       We're going back home,"
+     Said the three little bears to everybody.
+       "For after the night falls it won't do to roam;
+     So we'll say our farewells to everybody."
+
+     Then they stood up and bowed, and held out their paws,
+       And shook hands all round with everybody.
+
+     "We'll dance all the way, for we know how to play,"
+       Said the three little bears to everybody.
+     "And with our best compliments we wish you good day."
+
+       "Good day and good luck!" said everybody.
+
+
+THE SNOWMAN
+
+BY W. W. ELLSWORTH
+
+     One day we built a snowman.
+       We made him out of snow;
+     You'd ought to see how fine he was--
+       All white from top to toe!
+
+     We poured some water on him,
+       And froze him, legs and ears;
+     And when we went indoors to bed
+       _I_ said he'd last two years.
+
+     But in the night a warmer kind
+       Of wind began to blow,
+     And winter cried and ran away,
+       And with it ran the snow.
+
+     And in the morning when we went
+       To bid our friend good day,
+     There wasn't any snowman there--
+     _Everything_'d runned away!
+
+
+
+
+#ANIMAL STORIES#
+
+
+
+
+TINY HARE AND THE WIND BALL
+
+     A STORY FOR VERY LITTLE FOLK TO READ. NO WORD IN IT HAS MORE THAN
+     FOUR LETTERS
+
+BY A. L. SYKES
+
+"I want to do just as I like," said Tiny Hare to his Mama one day, as he
+ran to the door of his home.
+
+"What do you want to do, my dear?" she said.
+
+"I do not know, but I want to do just as I like," said Tiny Hare.
+
+  [Illustration: "SOON MAN CAME BY."]
+
+"You may run out a wee bit of a way, and run and jump and play in the
+sun," said his Mama.
+
+"I do not want to run and jump and play. I want to do just as I like,"
+said Tiny Hare.
+
+"You may eat the good food that you can find near our home," said his
+Mama, "but if you go far MAN may get you, or DOG may eat you, or HAWK
+may fly away with you."
+
+"I do not want to eat the good food that I can see here. I want to do
+just as I like."
+
+Papa Hare then said very low and deep, "_What_ do you want to do, my
+son?"
+
+"I do not know," said Tiny Hare, "but I want to do just as I like."
+
+Then said Papa Hare, "Do not wake me from my nap any more now, and when
+the big moon is high in the sky, and it is just like day. I will take
+you far out in the wood, and you may run and jump and play and eat, and
+be very safe, for MAN will be in his home, and DOG in his, and HAWK in
+hers."
+
+"I do not want to go out in the wood, and run and jump and play when the
+moon is high in the sky. I want to do just as I like."
+
+"Do not wake me," said Papa Hare, and he shut his eyes and put his ears
+down.
+
+"Come here," said Mama Hare, "and I will tell you a tale of the cold
+time of the year when snow is over bush and tree and our good food, and
+what came to the hare who did just as his Mama told him not to. Step,
+step, step in the snow he went till he came to the Red Fire, and--"
+
+"I do not want to hear the tale," said Tiny Hare. "I want to do just as
+I like."
+
+  [Illustration: "HE SAW HAWK FAR UP IN THE SKY."]
+
+"Do not wake me from my nap, then," said his Mama, and she shut _her_
+eyes and put _her_ ears down.
+
+Just then Tiny Hare saw a Wind Ball roll by. A Wind Ball is the part of
+one kind of a weed that is left when the weed does not grow any more,
+and it is dry and like wool, and it can roll like a ball, and fly as
+fast as a bird.
+
+"I can run as fast as you," said Tiny Hare. "I can do just as I like,
+and I want to get you."
+
+On went the Wind Ball, roll, roll, roll, and on went Tiny Hare, leap,
+leap, leap. Just as he was near it, the Wind Ball rose into the air, and
+flew like a bird, and on went Tiny Hare, jump, jump, jump. Roll and fly,
+roll and fly went the Wind Ball, and leap and jump, leap and jump went
+Tiny Hare till he was not able to run any more, and his feet were sore.
+He lay down to rest, but soon MAN came by, and Tiny Hare ran into a hole
+in a tree, and now how he _did_ wish that he was at home!
+
+  [Illustration: "DOG CAME BY, AND TINY HARE RAN INTO A HOLE."]
+
+By and by he came out to try to hunt for his home, and DOG came by, and
+Tiny Hare ran into a hole in a wall, and how he _did_ wish he was at
+home! By and by he came out to try to hunt for his home, and he ran, and
+he ran, and he ran! And, by and by, he saw HAWK far up in the sky, and
+Tiny Hare ran into a bush, and how he _did_ wish he was at home.
+
+By and by he came out to try to hunt for his home, and Wind Ball went by
+once more.
+
+"I can't get you, and I don't want to," said Tiny Hare, but the wind was
+low, and Wind Ball went roll, roll, roll, slow, slow, slow, and Tiny
+Hare went with it, limp, limp, limp, and by and by he saw his home. Tiny
+Hare ran as fast as a hare with lame feet can run, and soon he went in
+and lay down in the home by his Mama.
+
+"I have not been good, Mama," he said very low in her ear in a way that
+a tiny hare has.
+
+"Be good now, then," she said.
+
+"I want to," said Tiny Hare, and then he said, "Do not wake me," and he
+shut _his_ eyes, and put _his_ ears down, and they _all_ took a nap.
+
+
+  [Illustration: POOR, PATIENT ROVER! WON'T SOMEBODY SAY "SPEAK!" SO HE
+  CAN HAVE THE LUMP OF SUGAR?]
+
+
+HOW TINY HARE MET CAT
+
+     [IN WORDS OF NOT MORE THAN FOUR LETTERS]
+
+BY A. L. SYKES
+
+Once, just as the long, dark time that is at the end of each day came,
+Mama Hare said to Tiny Hare, who was at play,
+
+"Come in, now, it is time for bed. You know you must hide from Man, and
+Dog, and Hawk; but I must tell you that you are to hide from Cat, also."
+
+"Who is CAT?" said Tiny Hare.
+
+"CAT is not so big as DOG. She has soft fur and two big wild eyes."
+
+"She is just like me," said Tiny Hare. "I have soft fur and big eyes;
+then CAT is just a Hare."
+
+"The very idea!" said Mama Hare. "You have not big _wild_ eyes, and your
+tail is not long like CAT'S. CAT is not good for a Hare to meet. She can
+run very fast, and she has a claw for each toe," and she gave Tiny Hare
+a wee bite.
+
+"Does CAT live in our wood?" said Tiny Hare.
+
+  [Illustration: TINY HARE SEES CAT BY THE FIRE.]
+
+"No, she is with MAN and DOG, but she goes out in the day time or at
+dark, and she can get a Tiny Hare who runs away from home when he is
+_too_ tiny."
+
+"Am I too tiny?" said Tiny Hare. "Yes, yes, yes; far too tiny," said his
+Mama; and _how_ she did wash him from his head to his feet!
+
+"I wish to see CAT," said Tiny Hare.
+
+"No, no, no," said his Mama; and _how_ she did wash his soft fur!
+
+He did not wish to see CAT for many, many days, but one day the rain
+came, and it was cold, and his Mama told him to stay at home in the dry
+hay.
+
+"I want to go with you," said Tiny Hare to his Mama and Papa when they
+were to go out for food.
+
+"It is too wet," said his Mama. "If your fur gets too wet you can't run
+far and fast, and it is not safe for you to go."
+
+"I like rain. I like the wet. I want to go out. I want to do just as I
+like," said Tiny Hare, and he laid his ears back, and half shut his
+eyes, and put his pink lip out, and did not look kind.
+
+"Hush!" said Papa Hare, in a low, deep tone. And Mama Hare and Papa Hare
+went away, and left Tiny Hare at home.
+
+Do you know what Tiny Hare did then? Oh, it was not good!
+
+  [Illustration: "WHEN HE SAW TINY HARE HE GAVE A LOUD BARK,
+  'BOW-WOW-WOW-WOW!'"]
+
+"I will go to see CAT," he said, very loud. He ran out, over the damp
+moss in the wet, wet wood, and, oh, dear me! up the path to the door of
+MAN and CAT. The door was open. CAT sat by the fire in a box. She was
+most sad, for once she had two baby cats in that box, and now they were
+gone. She did not purr. She did not eat. She did not wash her soft fur.
+She just sat by the fire and was sad. By and by she was _so_ sad with no
+baby cat to love that she said very low and deep: "Mew! Mew!" Tiny Hare
+was so wet and so weak he just _had_ to lie down on the step. Then CAT
+saw him.
+
+How fast she did jump out of the box, and run to the door! Tiny Hare saw
+her long tail, and her big wild eyes. He shut his eyes; and how he _did_
+wish he was at home! But CAT did not eat him. She took him in her soft
+lips, and laid him in the box by the fire.
+
+"_Now_ she will eat me," said Tiny Hare; and how he _did_ wish he was at
+home!
+
+Then MAN and DOG came in. MAN was wet, and had much mud on him. He took
+the box away from the fire to put fresh hay in it, and then he saw Tiny
+Hare. Then MAN went near the fire to get warm and dry, and DOG ran to
+CAT to look at her baby cat. When he saw Tiny Hare he gave a loud bark,
+"Bow-wow-wow-wow!" and his tail did not wag any more. But just as he was
+to JUMP on Tiny Hare, CAT put a claw on his nose.
+
+"Wow!" said DOG, and MAN made DOG lie down, and he came once more to
+look at CAT in her box. "Well, well," said he, "a hare for a baby cat!
+Do you mean to eat it, Puss?"
+
+"Purr, purr, purr," said CAT, and Tiny Hare did not like to hear her
+purr, and he said: "She _will_ eat me now"; and how he _did_ wish he was
+at home!
+
+CAT did not want to eat Tiny Hare, but she did want to wash him, and
+play that he was her own baby cat. And she did wash him, oh, _so_ hard,
+and _so_ much, from head to feet, and from feet to head, over and over
+and over. She gave him a wee bite now and then when she felt a knot in
+his wet fur.
+
+"Wee! Wee! Wee!" said Tiny Hare, very loud and high, when she hurt him
+too much, but CAT did not care, and did not stop.
+
+By and by when Tiny Hare was warm and dry, and his fur was like silk,
+MAN and DOG went out to tea; and CAT saw that the eyes of Tiny Hare were
+shut, so _she_ went out to tea. When CAT was gone, oh, how fast did Tiny
+Hare _jump_ out of the box, and _run_ out of the door, and _skip_ up the
+long road, and _leap_ past the wet wood, home to his Mama. The rain was
+over, and the sun was warm, so he was now dry, and his fur was like
+silk.
+
+"I _will_ be good now, Mama." "Oh, dear," said his Mama. "This is a
+CAT."
+
+"Oh, no, no, no, no, NO!" said Tiny Hare. "I _am_ your Tiny Hare."
+
+"Is it our Tiny Hare?" said Mama Hare to wise Papa Hare.
+
+"Yes," said Papa Hare, "it is, but he is too much like CAT."
+
+Tiny Hare was not glad, and he did not want to play, so he sat near his
+home till the dark came. Then his Mama grew too sad for his sake, and
+she came out to him. How she _did_ rub him with moss and hay, and how
+she _did_ wash him, from his head to his feet. Tiny Hare did not like
+it, but he did not say one word.
+
+"_Now_, you _are_ like my dear Tiny Hare," she said at last, and she
+took him home. When it grew dark, Tiny Hare said: "I am your Tiny Hare,
+and I _will_ be good now," and Papa Hare said, "Yes, I am _sure_ you
+will," and gave the ear of Tiny Hare a wee bite for love.
+
+Then Mama Hare put _her_ ears down, and Papa Hare put _his_ ears down,
+and Tiny Hare put _his_ ears down, and they all took a long, long nap
+till the dawn.
+
+  [Illustration: TINY HARE AT HOME.]
+
+
+THE WEE HARE AND THE RED FIRE
+
+     [IN WORDS OF NOT MORE THAN FOUR LETTERS]
+
+BY A. L. SYKES
+
+One day in the cold time when he lay snug and warm by his Mama, Tiny
+Hare said, "Tell me of the hare who went step, step, step in the snow
+till he came to the RED FIRE."
+
+So his Mama gave him a hug and said:
+
+Once upon a time was a wise Wee Hare who knew how to run fast when MAN
+came by. He knew how to hide when DOG was near, and when he saw the dark
+spot in the sky that HAWK made, how fast he did jump to his Mama! But
+Wee Hare did not like to go out and run and jump and play in the sun.
+
+"I do not want to run and jump and play in the sun. I want to run far,
+far in the wood, and find the red bush. I have seen it away off in the
+dark. It is good for me to eat, I know."
+
+"It is FIRE," said his Mama. "Only MAN can make it, and it is not good
+for you. It can burn and hurt. You may eat the good food that you can
+find near our home," and she bit his ear for a kiss.
+
+"I do not want to eat the good food that I can see here. I want to do
+just as I like. I want to pick the red food from the red bush. I know it
+is like buds in the warm time."
+
+"Hush," said Papa Hare, very low and deep. "You are not good. When you
+are good, and the moon is high in the sky, and it is just like day, I
+will take you far out in the wood, and you may run and jump and play and
+eat the food that is best for you."
+
+"I do not want to go out in the wood, and run and jump and play when the
+moon is high in the sky. I want to do just as I like. I want to eat the
+red buds from the red bush," said the Wee Hare.
+
+"Shut your eyes, and put your ears down, and take your nap," said his
+Mama. "You are too tiny to go away from me. Now, hush, do not say one
+more word. The red bush is the RED FIRE. It can hurt and burn. MAN has
+it, and DOG is with man. They can hurt you, and if you run too far in
+the wood, WIND may blow too hard for a wee hare, and SNOW may come and
+bury you. Shut your eyes, and put your ears down, and take your nap."
+
+It was noon; the sun was high in the sky.
+
+Good Papa Hare took _his_ nap, and Mama Hare took _her_ nap. The Wee
+Hare shut his eyes, and put his ears down, but he took no nap. By and by
+he went out of the door, and ran and ran till he came to the wood. Then
+he ran and ran in the wood, but he did not come to the RED FIRE, and he
+ran and ran and ran till his feet were sore, but he did not come to the
+RED FIRE, and he ran and ran and ran and ran till he was not able to run
+any more, and no RED FIRE did he see. He lay down to rest in a bush, and
+very soon his eyes were shut, and he did not see or hear, for it was
+long past the hour for his nap. When he woke SNOW lay on all the open
+ways of the wood. The Wee Hare gave a leap from his bush, for he knew
+that SNOW can grow deep and deep, and a wee hare cannot walk in it. How
+he _did_ wish he was at home!
+
+  [Illustration: "THEN DOG SAID: 'WOW!' AND PUT HIS EARS UP."]
+
+The sun was far down in the west, and its last rays lay red on the SNOW.
+Step, step, step went the lame Wee Hare in the cold SNOW. He went back
+into the wood to try to find his way home. It grew gray, and it grew
+dark, and SNOW grew so deep that the Wee Hare had hard work to walk.
+Then WIND came. It was _so_ cold, and blew him out of the path, and how
+he _did_ wish he was at home! Step, step, step in the SNOW he went. The
+WIND blew more and more.
+
+"I can not walk; my feet are too lame," said the Wee Hare, and just then
+he saw the RED FIRE! It grew in the path in the wood, and by it sat MAN
+and DOG. Oh, how the Wee Hare felt! His nose grew hot, and his ears grew
+cold, and he was not able to move. Then DOG said "WOW!" and put his ears
+up, but MAN said: "Lie down," and DOG lay down by the RED FIRE. The Wee
+Hare went into a tiny, tiny hole in a tree, and sat on his feet to warm
+them. He saw the RED FIRE. He did not like to see it. MAN and DOG did
+not let it come too near them, and he saw _them_ keep away from the RED
+FIRE.
+
+"They fear it, too," said the Wee Hare. "It is not good for me. I must
+take care or it will come and hurt me." He sat on his cold feet, and did
+not dare to take a nap.
+
+By and by MAN put SNOW over the RED FIRE, and he and DOG went away, and
+the Wee Hare went step, step, step in the snow, soft, soft, soft, for
+fear.
+
+"I _wish_ I had been good," said the Wee Hare, and WIND and SNOW were
+able to hear, and they felt sad for a wee hare.
+
+  [Illustration: "HOW FAST HE WENT--HOP, SKIP, AND JUMP!"]
+
+"We will help him," they said, but low and soft so he did not hear. The
+moon came up high in the sky till it was just like day, and it grew very
+cold. SNOW grew hard as ice in the cold, and the Wee Hare did not sink
+in it any more. WIND did not blow so hard. It came back of Wee Hare now,
+push, push, push, to help the Wee Hare over the SNOW. How fast he
+went--hop, skip, and jump! Soon he came to his home. How glad he was! He
+went in and lay down by his Mama.
+
+"I have not been good, Mama," he said, very low in her ear.
+
+"Be good now, then," his Mama said, and he did not know how glad she was
+to have him back.
+
+"I want to be good," said the Wee Hare; and he shut his eyes, and put
+his ears down, and they all took a nap till the dawn came.
+
+"Just like us," said Tiny Hare, and he was glad that _he_ lay snug and
+warm by _his_ Mama, and he was glad she had told him the tale of the Wee
+Hare and the RED FIRE.
+
+
+The Good King
+By Margaret and Clarence Weed
+
+Once upon a time there was a King in Spain who had only one leg. He was
+a Good King and he had a big Animal Farm where he kept all the animals
+who had lost one or more of their legs.
+
+In another part of Spain there was a Little Half Chick with only one
+eye, one wing and one leg. The other chickens with two eyes and two legs
+gobbled up the corn so fast that Little Half Chick was nearly starved.
+
+One day a Donkey told Little Half Chick about the Good King and his
+Animal Farm. Little Half Chick at once started hoppity-hop for Mother
+Hen and said,
+
+"Mother Hen, I am going to Madrid to see the Good King."
+
+"All right," said Mother Hen, "good luck to you."
+
+So Little Half Chick started off, hoppity-hop, hoppity-hop along the
+road to Madrid to see the Good King.
+
+Soon she met a Two-legged Cat going along hippity-hip, hippity-hip on
+her leg and crutch. The Cat said,
+
+"Hello, Little Half Chick, where are you going so fast?"
+
+Little Half Chick said, "I am going to Madrid to see the Good King."
+
+"May I go too?" said the Two-legged Cat.
+
+"Yes," said Little Half Chick, "fall in behind."
+
+So the Cat fell in behind. Hoppity-hop, hoppity-hop went Little Half
+Chick. Hippity-hip, hippity-hip went the Two-legged Cat.
+
+Soon they met a Three-legged Dog going along humpity-hump, humpity-hump.
+The Dog said:
+
+"Hello, Little Half Chick, where are you going so fast?"
+
+Little Half Chick said "I am going to Madrid to see the Good King."
+
+"May I go too?" said the Three-legged Dog.
+
+"Yes," said Little Half Chick, "fall in behind."
+
+[Illustration: "THEY BOTH LAUGHED AS ALL THESE FUNNY ANIMALS CAME UP."]
+
+So the Dog fell in behind. Hoppity-hop, hoppity-hop went Little Half
+Chick. Hippity-hip, hippity-hip went the Two-legged Cat. Humpity-hump,
+humpity-hump went the Three-legged Dog.
+
+Soon they met a One-legged Crow going along jumpity-jump, jumpity-jump.
+The Crow said:
+
+"Hello, Little Half Chick, where are you going so fast?"
+
+Little Half Chick said: "I am going to Madrid to see the Good King."
+
+"May I go too?" said the One-legged Crow.
+
+"Yes," said Little Half Chick, "fall in behind."
+
+So the Crow fell in behind. Hoppity-hop, hoppity-hop went Little Half
+Chick. Hippity-hip, hippity-hip went the Two-legged Cat. Humpity-hump,
+humpity-hump went the Three-legged Dog. Jumpity-jump, jumpity-jump went
+the One-legged Crow.
+
+Soon they met a Snake with no legs at all. He had caught his tail in his
+teeth and was rolling along loopity-loop, loopity-loop. The Snake said:
+
+"Hello, Little Half Chick, where are you going so fast?"
+
+"I am going to Madrid to see the Good King," said Little Half Chick.
+
+"May I go, too?" said the Snake.
+
+"Yes," said Little Half Chick, "fall in behind."
+
+So the Snake fell in behind. Hoppity-hop, hoppity-hop went Little Half
+Chick. Hippity-hip, hippity-hip went the Two-legged Cat. Humpity-hump,
+humpity-hump went the Three-legged Dog. Jumpity-jump, jumpity-jump went
+the One-legged Crow. Loopity-loop, loopity-loop went the Snake with no
+legs at all.
+
+Soon they came to Madrid and saw the Good King. With the King was his
+little daughter Margaret. They both laughed as all these funny animals
+came up. The King said to Little Margaret:
+
+"Do you want to see us all go out to the Animal Farm?"
+
+"Yes," said Little Margaret, "I will lead the way."
+
+So she led the way along the street to the Animal Farm. Behind Margaret
+came the One-legged King. Next came the Little Half Chick, next the
+Two-legged Cat, next the Three-legged Dog, next the One-legged Crow, and
+last of all the Snake with no legs at all. So they all went out to the
+Animal Farm. And there they lived happily ever after.
+
+
+EARLY AND LATE
+
+BY W. S. REED
+
+ Go to bed early--wake up with joy;
+ Go to bed late--cross girl or boy.
+
+ Go to bed early--ready for play;
+ Go to bed late--moping all day.
+
+ Go to bed early--no pains or ills;
+ Go to bed late--doctors and pills.
+
+ Go to bed early--grow very tall;
+ Go to bed late--stay very small.
+
+
+The Little Pink Pig and the Big Road.
+
+BY JASMINE STONE VAN DRESSER
+
+Once there was a little pink pig with five little spotted brothers and
+sisters. They had a nice home in the wood lot with their mama, and a
+nice yard with a little white fence around it. The little pigs were very
+happy playing in the yard. They made mud pies and baked them in the sun.
+
+One day the little pink pig asked his mama to let him go out of the gate
+into the big road.
+
+"You are too little and do not know enough yet," said his mama. "When
+you grow bigger I shall teach you about the big road, and then you may
+go. Now, be a good little pig, and run and play with your brothers and
+sisters."
+
+But the little pink pig would not play with his brothers and sisters. He
+ran off in a corner by himself and would not make mud pies.
+
+  [Illustration: "THE BLACK AND WHITE THING ROLLED HIM OVER IN THE DUST."]
+
+Pretty soon the milkman came in his wagon to bring the milk for dinner.
+He carried it in and knocked at the back door, and poured it in a pail
+for mama. Then he ran out as fast as he could and hopped up in his wagon
+and drove away.
+
+But he forgot to close the gate.
+
+The little pink pig saw the gate was open, and he ran right out into the
+big road.
+
+"I will show my mama how much I know," he said. And he trotted down the
+big road as fast as his little pink legs would carry him.
+
+He had not gone very far when he saw a big black and white thing. The
+black and white thing ran after the little pig, and rolled him over in
+the dust.
+
+  [Illustration: "AND HE TOOK THE LITTLE PINK PIG HOME."]
+
+The little pig squealed and squealed, and the black and white thing
+rolled him and rolled him over, and kept saying "Bow wow!" But by and by
+he turned and went away.
+
+The little pig got up and tried to shake off the dust, but he couldn't
+shake it all off. He wanted to go home, but he had rolled over and over
+so much, that he couldn't tell where home was. So he ran into a
+cornfield to hide, till he was sure the black and white thing was gone.
+
+Pretty soon a man came along and found him in the cornfield and said:
+
+"Hello, pink pig, are you eating my corn?"
+
+"Oh, no!" said the little pig. "I would not eat your corn."
+
+"Then you should keep out of my cornfield," said the man. "I will take
+you home and shut you in a pen."
+
+And he took the little pink pig home and shut him up in a pen.
+
+"I do not want to be shut up. Please let me out," said the little pink
+pig.
+
+But the man did not let him out. It was not a nice pen, and the little
+pig got all muddy and dirty in it. He wished he was at home in his own
+little house with his mama, and his spotted brothers and sisters.
+
+  [Illustration: "THE BIG RED THING TOSSED THE LITTLE PINK PIG
+  IN THE AIR."]
+
+He ran round and round till he found a little hole in the fence. He was
+such a tiny pig that he squeezed through the hole and got out, though he
+had a hard time, for the buttons on his jacket got caught, and he could
+hardly get loose. He did not know which way to go to find his home, but
+he ran as fast as he could to get away from the pen.
+
+He ran through a fence into a big place where there was plenty of grass.
+There were some very big red things in there, and one saw the little pig
+and ran after him.
+
+"Oh, dear!" said the little pink pig (only he was not pink any more
+because he was all covered with mud), "are you a big pig?"
+
+The big red thing shook its head and said "Moo!" and tossed the little
+pig up in the air. The little pig fell on the ground with a hard bump.
+He lay still till the red thing went away. Then he got up and ran as
+fast as he could.
+
+He ran out in the road, and right into a black and white speckled thing
+with two legs. The speckled thing puffed up and said "Squawk!"
+
+The little pig ran as fast as he could because he thought the speckled
+thing was chasing him. But it wasn't.
+
+The little pig did not know where he was running, and he did not have
+time to find out. The first thing he knew he almost ran into a lot of
+two-legged things. They had big yellow mouths.
+
+  [Illustration: "'HISS!' IT SAID, AND IT NIPPED THE LITTLE PIG'S LEG."]
+
+One of them said "Hiss-ss!" and ran out and nipped the little pig's hind
+leg. The little pig squealed and ran the other way.
+
+"Oh, dear!" he thought, "if I ever get back to my mama, I will never try
+to go down the big road again, till she teaches me what these queer
+things are."
+
+Just then he found himself in front of his own little house with the
+white fence around it. He ran into the house and told his mama
+everything that had happened to him. "Oh, mama," he said, "what was the
+black and white thing?"
+
+  [Illustration: "THE SPECKLED THING PUFFED UP AND SAID 'SQUAWK!'"]
+
+"It was a dog," she said. "Dogs sometimes chase little pigs."
+
+"Oh, mama," he said, "a man found me in his cornfield and put me in a
+pen."
+
+"You must keep out of cornfields," said mama. "People do not like pigs
+in their cornfields."
+
+"Oh, mama, what was the big red thing with sharp things on top of its
+head?"
+
+"It was a cow," said mama. "You should not go where cows are till you
+are big enough to keep out of their way."
+
+"Oh, mama, what was the speckled thing that puffed up and said
+'Squawk?'"
+
+"It was a hen," said mama. "She was not chasing you, she was only going
+to the other side of the road."
+
+"Oh, mama, what was the white thing that nipped me?" "It was a goose.
+You should always keep away from them."
+
+"Oh, mama, this is a big world, and there are lots of funny things in
+it."
+
+  [Illustration: THE LITTLE PINK PIG RUNS HOME TO HIS MOTHER.]
+
+"Yes," said mama. "That is why it is best for little pigs not to go out
+on the big road till they know more. You need not be afraid of anything
+if you know what it is. You have learned a great deal today for such a
+little pig, but if you are patient and wait till I teach you, you will
+not have such a hard time. We shall walk out every day, and I will teach
+you how a little pig can take care of himself all the time." Then she
+put the little pig in the wash-tub, for he was all covered with mud, and
+washed him nicely--and before long he was the little pink pig again.
+
+
+JUGGERJOOK
+
+BY L. FRANK BAUM
+
+Author of "Queen Zixi of Ix," "The Wizard of Oz," etc.
+
+"Oh, Mama!" cried Fuzzy Wuz, running into the burrow where her mother
+lay dozing, "may I go walking with Chatter Chuk?"
+
+Mrs. Wuz opened one eye sleepily and looked at Fuzzy.
+
+"If you are careful," she said; "and don't go near Juggerjook's den; and
+watch the sun so as to get home before the shadows fall."
+
+"Yes, yes; of course," returned Fuzzy, eagerly.
+
+"And don't let Chatter Chuk lead you into mischief," continued Mrs. Wuz,
+rubbing one long ear with her paw lazily. "Those red squirrels are
+reckless things and haven't much sense."
+
+"Chatter's all right," protested Fuzzy Wuz. "He's the best friend I have
+in the forest. Good-by, Mother."
+
+"Is your face clean, Fuzzy?"
+
+"I've just washed it, Mother."
+
+"With both paws, right and left?"
+
+"Yes, Mother."
+
+"Then run along and be careful."
+
+"Yes, Mother."
+
+Fuzzy turned and darted from the burrow, and in the bright sunshine
+outside sat Chatter Chuk on his hind legs, cracking an acorn.
+
+"What'd she say, Fuz?" asked the red squirrel.
+
+"All right, I can go, Chat. But I've got to be careful."
+
+As the white rabbit hopped away through the bushes and he glided along
+beside her, Chatter Chuk laughed.
+
+"Your people are always careful, Fuz," said he. "That's why you see so
+little of the world, and lose all the fun in life."
+
+"I know," replied Fuzzy, a little ashamed. "Father is always singing
+this song to me:
+
+        "Little Bunny,
+         Don't get funny;
+     Run along and mind your eye;
+         It's the habit
+         Of a rabbit
+     To be diffident and shy."
+
+"We squirrels are different," said Chatter Chuk, proudly. "We are always
+taught this song:
+
+        "Squirrel red,
+         Go ahead!
+     See the world, so bright and gay.
+         For a rover
+         May discover
+     All that happens day by day."
+
+"Oh, if I could run up a tree, _I_ shouldn't be afraid, either,"
+remarked Fuzzy Wuz. "Even Juggerjook couldn't frighten me then."
+
+"Kernels and shucks! Juggerjook!" cried Chatter Chuk, scornfully. "Who
+cares for him?"
+
+"Don't you fear him?" asked Fuzzy Wuz, curiously.
+
+"Of course not," said the squirrel. "My people often go to his den and
+leave nuts there."
+
+"Why, if you make presents to Juggerjook, of course he won't hurt you,"
+returned the rabbit. "All the beasts carry presents to his den, so he
+will protect them from their enemies. The bears kill wolves and carry
+them to Juggerjook to eat; and the wolves kill foxes and carry them to
+Juggerjook, and the foxes kill rabbits for him. But we rabbits do not
+kill animals, so we cannot take Juggerjook anything to eat except roots
+and clover; and he doesn't care much for those. So we are careful to
+keep away from his den."
+
+"Have you ever seen him or the place where he lives?" asked the
+squirrel.
+
+"No," replied Fuzzy Wuz.
+
+"Suppose we go there now?"
+
+"Oh, no! Mother said--"
+
+"There's nothing to be afraid of. I've looked at the den often from the
+trees near by," said Chatter Chuk. "I can lead you to the edge of the
+bushes close to his den, and he'll never know we are near."
+
+"Mother says Juggerjook knows everything that goes on in the forest,"
+declared the rabbit, gravely.
+
+"Your mother's a 'fraid-cat and trembles when a twig cracks," said
+Chatter, with a careless laugh. "Why don't you have a little spirit of
+your own, Fuzzy, and be independent?"
+
+Fuzzy Wuz was quite young, and ashamed of being thought shy, so she
+said:
+
+"All right, Chat. Let's go take a peep at Juggerjook's den."
+
+"We're near it, now," announced the squirrel. "Come this way; and go
+softly, Fuzzy Wuz, because Juggerjook has sharp ears."
+
+They crept along through the bushes some distance after that, but did
+not speak except in whispers. Fuzzy knew it was a bold thing to do. They
+had nothing to carry to the terrible Juggerjook, and it was known that
+he always punished those who came to his den without making him
+presents. But the rabbit relied upon Chatter Chuk's promise that the
+tyrant of the forest would never know they had been near him. Juggerjook
+was considered a great magician, to be sure, yet Chatter Chuk was not
+afraid of him. So why should Fuzzy Wuz fear anything?
+
+The red squirrel ran ahead, so cautiously that he made not a sound in
+the underbrush; and he skilfully picked the way so that the fat white
+rabbit could follow him. Presently he stopped short and whispered to his
+companion:
+
+"Put your head through those leaves, and you will see Juggerjook's den."
+
+Fuzzy Wuz obeyed. There was a wide clearing beyond the bushes, and at
+the farther side was a great rock with a deep cave in it. All around the
+clearing were scattered the bones and skulls of animals, bleached white
+by the sun. Just in front of the cave was quite a big heap of bones, and
+the rabbit shuddered as she thought of all the many creatures Juggerjook
+must have eaten in his time. What a fierce appetite the great magician
+must have!
+
+The sight made the timid rabbit sick and faint. She drew back and hopped
+away through the bushes without heeding the crackling twigs or the
+whispered cautions of Chatter Chuk, who was now badly frightened
+himself.
+
+When they had withdrawn to a safe distance the squirrel said peevishly:
+
+"Oh, you foolish thing! Why did you make such a noise and racket?"
+
+"Did I?" asked Fuzzy Wuz, simply.
+
+"Indeed you did. And I warned you to be silent."
+
+"But it's all right now. We're safe from Juggerjook here," she said.
+
+"I'm not sure of that," remarked the squirrel, uneasily. "One is never
+safe from punishment if he is discovered breaking the law. I hope the
+magician was asleep and did not hear us."
+
+"I hope so, too," added the rabbit; and then they ran along at more
+ease, rambling through the forest paths and enjoying the fragrance of
+the woods and the lights and shadows cast by the sun as it peeped
+through the trees.
+
+Once in a while they would pause while Fuzzy Wuz nibbled a green leaf or
+Chatter Chuk cracked a fallen nut in his strong teeth, to see if it was
+sound and sweet.
+
+"It seems funny for me to be on the ground so long," he said. "But I
+invited you to walk with me, and of course a rabbit can't run up a tree
+and leap from limb to limb, as my people do."
+
+"That is true," admitted Fuzzy; "nor can squirrels burrow in the ground,
+as rabbits do."
+
+"They have no need to," declared the squirrel. "We find a hollow tree,
+and with our sharp teeth gnaw a hole through the shell and find a warm,
+dry home inside."
+
+"I'm glad you do," remarked Fuzzy. "If all the animals burrowed in the
+ground there would not be room for us to hide from each other."
+
+Chatter laughed at this.
+
+"The shadows are getting long," he said. "If you wish to be home before
+sunset, we must start back."
+
+"Wait a minute!" cried the rabbit, sitting up and sniffing the air. "I
+smell carrots!"
+
+"Never mind," said the squirrel.
+
+"Never mind carrots? Oh, Chatter Chuk! You don't know how good they
+are."
+
+"Well, we haven't any time to find them," he replied. "For my part, I
+could run home in five minutes, but you are so clumsy it will take you
+an hour. Where are you going now?"
+
+"Just over here," said Fuzzy Wuz. "Those carrots can't be far off."
+
+The squirrel followed, scolding a little because to him carrots meant
+nothing especially good to eat. And there, just beside the path, was an
+old coverless box raised on a peg, and underneath it a bunch of juicy,
+fat, yellow carrots.
+
+There was room under the box for Fuzzy Wuz to creep in and get the
+carrots, and this she promptly did, while Chatter Chuk stood on his hind
+legs a short distance away and impatiently waited. But when the white
+rabbit nibbled the carrots, the motion pulled a string which jerked out
+the peg that held up the box, and behold, Fuzzy Wuz was a prisoner!
+
+She squealed with fear and scratched at the sides of the box in a vain
+endeavor to find a way to escape; but escape was impossible unless some
+one lifted the box. The red squirrel had seen the whole mishap, and
+chattered angrily from outside at the plight of his captured friend. The
+white rabbit thought he must be far away, because the box shut out so
+much the sound of his voice.
+
+"Juggerjook must have heard us, and this is part of his revenge," said
+the squirrel. "Oh, dear! Oh, dear! I wonder what the great magician will
+do to _me_."
+
+He was so terrified by this thought that Chatter Chuk took flight and
+darted home at his best speed. He lived in a tree very near to the
+burrow where Mrs. Wuz resided, but the squirrel did not go near the
+rabbit-burrow. The sun was already sinking in the west, so he ran into
+his nest and pretended to sleep when his mother asked him where he had
+been so late.
+
+  [Illustration: "THEY HOPPED THROUGH THE BUSHES."]
+
+All night Mrs. Wuz waited for Fuzzy, and it was an anxious and sleepless
+night for the poor mother, as you may well believe. Fuzzy was her one
+darling, several other children having been taken from her in various
+ways soon after their birth. Mr. Wuz had gone to attend a meeting of the
+Rabbits' Protective Association and might be absent for several days; so
+he was not there to help or counsel her.
+
+  [Illustration: "'I SMELL CARROTS!'"]
+
+When daybreak came, the mother rabbit ran to the foot of the squirrels'
+tree and called:
+
+"Chatter Chuk! Chatter Chuk! Where is my Fuzzy Wuz? Where is my darling
+child?"
+
+Chatter Chuk was too frightened to answer until his mother made him.
+Then he ran down to the lowest limb of the tree and sat there while he
+talked.
+
+"We went walking," he said, "and Fuzzy found some carrots under a box
+that was propped up with a peg. I told her not to eat them; but she did,
+and the peg fell out and made her a prisoner."
+
+You see, he did not mention Juggerjook at all, yet he knew the magician
+was at the bottom of all the trouble.
+
+But Mrs. Wuz knew rabbit-traps quite well, being old and experienced; so
+she begged the red squirrel to come at once and show her the place where
+Fuzzy had been caught.
+
+"There isn't a moment to lose," she said, "for the trappers will be out
+early this morning to see what they have captured in their trap."
+
+Chatter Chuk was afraid to go, having a guilty conscience; but his
+mother made him. He led the way timidly, but swiftly, and Mrs. Wuz
+fairly flew over the ground, so anxious was she to rescue her darling.
+
+The box was in the same place yet, and poor Fuzzy Wuz could be heard
+moaning feebly inside it.
+
+"Courage, my darling!" cried the mother, "I have come to save you."
+
+First she tried to move the box, but it was too heavy for her to stir.
+Then she began scratching away the earth at its edge, only to find that
+it had been placed upon a big, flat stone, to prevent a rabbit from
+burrowing out.
+
+  [Illustration: "FUZZY CREPT UNDER THE BOX."]
+
+This discovery almost drove her frantic, until she noticed Chatter Chuk,
+who stood trembling near by.
+
+"Here!" she called; "it was you who led my child into trouble. Now you
+must get her out."
+
+"How?" asked the red squirrel.
+
+"Gnaw a hole in that box--quick! Gnaw faster than you ever did before in
+your life. See! the box is thinnest at this side. Set to work at once,
+Chatter Chuk!"
+
+The red squirrel obeyed. The idea of saving his friend was as welcome to
+him as it was to the distracted mother. He was young, and his teeth were
+as sharp as needles. So he started at the lower edge and chewed the wood
+with all his strength and skill, and at every bite the splinters came
+away.
+
+It was a good idea. Mrs. Wuz watched him anxiously. If only the men
+would keep away for a time, the squirrel could make a hole big enough
+for Fuzzy Wuz to escape. She crept around the other side of the box and
+called to the prisoner: "Courage, dear one! We are trying to save you.
+But if the men come before Chatter Chuk can make a hole big enough,
+then, as soon as they raise the box, you must make a dash for the
+bushes. Run before they can put in their hands to seize you. Do you
+understand?"
+
+"Yes, Mother," replied Fuzzy, but her voice wasn't heard very plainly,
+because the squirrel was making so much noise chewing the wood.
+
+Presently Chatter Chuk stopped.
+
+"It makes my teeth ache," he complained.
+
+"Never mind, let them ache," replied Mrs. Wuz. "If you stop now, Fuzzy
+will die; and if she dies, I will go to Juggerjook and tell him how you
+led my child into trouble."
+
+The thought of Juggerjook made the frightened squirrel redouble his
+efforts. He forgot the pain in his teeth and gnawed as no other
+squirrel had ever gnawed before. The ground was covered with tiny
+splinters from the box, and now the hole was big enough for the prisoner
+to put the end of her nose through and beg him to hurry.
+
+Chatter Chuk was intent on his task, and the mother was intent upon
+watching him, so neither noticed any one approaching, until a net fell
+over their heads, and a big voice cried, with a boisterous laugh:
+
+"Caught! and neat as a pin, too!"
+
+Chatter Chuk and Mrs. Wuz struggled in the net with all their might, but
+it was fast around them, and they were helpless to escape. Fuzzy stuck
+her nose out of the hole in the box to find out what was the matter, and
+a sweet, childish voice exclaimed: "There's another in the trap, Daddy!"
+
+Neither the rabbits nor the squirrel understood this strange language;
+but all realized they were in the power of dreadful Man and gave
+themselves up for lost.
+
+Fuzzy made a dash the moment the box was raised; but the trapper knew
+the tricks of rabbits, so the prisoner only dashed into the same net
+where her mother and Chatter Chuk were confined.
+
+"Three of them! Two rabbits and a squirrel. That's quite a haul,
+Charlie," said the man.
+
+  [Illustration: "'WHERE IS MY CHILD?'"]
+
+The little boy was examining the box.
+
+"Do rabbits gnaw through wood, Father?" he asked.
+
+"No, my son," was the reply.
+
+"But there is a hole here. And see! There are the splinters upon the
+ground."
+
+The man examined the box in turn, somewhat curiously.
+
+"How strange!" he said. "These are marks of the squirrel's teeth. Now, I
+wonder if the squirrel was trying to liberate the rabbit."
+
+"Looks like it, Daddy; doesn't it?" replied the boy.
+
+"I never heard of such a thing in my life," declared the man. "These
+little creatures often display more wisdom than we give them credit for.
+But how can we explain this curious freak, Charlie?"
+
+The boy sat down upon the box and looked thoughtfully at the three
+prisoners in the net. They had ceased to struggle, having given way to
+despair; but the boy could see their little hearts beating fast through
+their furry skins.
+
+"This is the way it looks to me, Daddy," he finally said. "We caught the
+small rabbit in the box, and the big one must be its mother. When she
+found her baby was caught, she tried to save it, and she began to burrow
+under the box, for here is the mark of her paws. But she soon saw the
+flat stone, and gave up."
+
+"Yes; that seems reasonable," said the man.
+
+"But she loved her baby," continued the boy, gazing at the little
+creatures pitifully, "and thought of another way. The red squirrel was a
+friend of hers, so she ran and found him, and asked him to help her. He
+did, and tried to gnaw through the box; but we came too soon and
+captured them with the net because they were so busy they didn't notice
+us."
+
+"Exactly!" cried the man, with a laugh. "That tells the story very
+plainly, my son, and I see you are fast learning the ways of animals.
+But how intelligent these little things are!"
+
+"That's what _my_ mother would do," returned the boy. "She'd try to save
+me; and that's just what the mother rabbit did."
+
+"Well, we must be going," said the man; and as he started away he picked
+up the net and swung it over his shoulder. The prisoners struggled madly
+again, and the boy, who walked along the forest path a few steps behind
+his father, watched them.
+
+  [Illustration: "THE PRISONERS SCAMPERED AWAY."]
+
+"Daddy," he said softly, coming to the man's side, "I don't want to keep
+those rabbits."
+
+"Oh, they'll make us a good dinner," was the reply.
+
+"I--I couldn't eat 'em for dinner, Daddy. Not the mama rabbit and the
+little one she tried to save. Nor the dear little squirrel that wanted
+to help them. Let's--let's--let 'em go!"
+
+The man stopped short and turned to look with a smile into the boy's
+upturned, eager face.
+
+"What will Mama say when we go back without any dinner?" he asked.
+
+"You know, Daddy. She'll say a good deed is better than a good dinner."
+
+The man laid a caressing hand on the curly head and handed his son the
+net. Charlie's face beamed with joy. He opened wide the net and watched
+the prisoners gasp with surprise, bound out of the meshes, and scamper
+away into the bushes.
+
+Then the boy put his small hand in his father's big one, and together
+they walked silently along the path.
+
+       *       *       *
+
+"All the same," said Chatter Chuk to himself, as, snug at home, he
+trembled at the thought of his late peril, "I shall keep away from old
+Juggerjook after this. I am very sure of that!"
+
+"Mama," said Fuzzy Wuz, nestling beside her mother in the burrow, "why
+do you suppose the fierce Men let us go?"
+
+"I cannot tell, my dear," was the reply. "Men are curious creatures, and
+often act with more wisdom than we give them credit for."
+
+
+  [Illustration: "What you burying, a bone?"
+                 "Nop, interning a muzzle."]
+
+
+THE LITTLE GRAY KITTEN
+
+BY MARY LAWRENCE TURNBULL
+
+Once upon a time there was a little gray kitten, who had wandered far
+away from home. At first she liked all the strange sights she saw, but
+by and by she began to feel very homesick, and wished she was once more
+cuddled up with her brothers and sisters.
+
+Now the only word this little gray kitten knew was "Mew, mew!" So when
+she was lonely she would say "Mew;" when she was hungry, "Mew;" when she
+was cold or tired, glad or sad, it was always "Mew." At home they knew
+what she meant when she said "Mew," but out in the wide, wide world,
+nobody seemed to know.
+
+Wandering along the street, she came upon a little squirming earthworm.
+"Mew," said she, meaning, "Where is my home?"
+
+The earthworm, however, did not notice little gray kitten, but crawled
+away across the street.
+
+Next, the little gray kitten met a butterfly on the top of a dandelion.
+"Mew," said the little gray kitten, meaning, "Can you tell me where my
+home is?" But the butterfly did not say anything, and flew away.
+
+  [Illustration: "SHE CAME UPON A LITTLE EARTHWORM."]
+
+  [Illustration: "THE BUTTERFLY FLEW AWAY."]
+
+  [Illustration: MISCHIEF
+  FROM AN ENGRAVING OF THE PAINTING BY FRED MORGAN.]
+
+  [Illustration: "THEN SHE SPIED A ROBIN."]
+
+  [Illustration: "SOON SHE MET A BIG RED COW."]
+
+The little gray kitten walked on, and then she spied a robin on a stone
+wall near-by. "Mew," said the little gray kitten, "Where is my home?"
+
+But the robin, cocking his head on one side, answered, "Chirp, chirp,"
+and then spreading his wings, flew away.
+
+  [Illustration: "RUNNING ALONG SHE CAME UP TO A BIG BLACK DOG."]
+
+She felt very sad indeed, but running along she came up to a big black
+dog. "Mew, mew!" said the little gray kitten, "Oh, can you not tell me
+where my home is?"
+
+But the big black dog shook his tail, and barked "Bow-wow,
+bow-wow-wow-wow!" so loudly that the little gray kitten ran away from
+him as fast as she could go.
+
+The little gray kitten was very tired, but she still ran on, and soon
+met a big red cow. "Mew, mew-ew," said the little gray kitten, "Can you
+not tell me where my home is?"
+
+  [Illustration: "'OH, YOU DEAR FLUFFY GRAY BALL,' SAID THE LITTLE GIRL."]
+
+The big red cow, however, hardly looking at the little kitten, stretched
+out her big head, and shouted, "Moo, moo-oo!" which so frightened the
+little gray kitten that she jumped over a fence and landed right in the
+middle of a flower-bed.
+
+There she caught sight of a little girl running up to her, and with such
+a sweet smile on her face that the little gray kitten ran toward her and
+said once more, "Mew, do _you_ know where my home is?"
+
+"Oh, you dear fluffy gray ball!" said the smiling little girl, catching
+the kitten up in her arms. "I'm going to take you right home to live
+with me."
+
+The little girl was the only one who had understood, and the little gray
+kitten purred softly. She was happy for she had found a home.
+
+
+PUSSY'S WHEELS
+
+BY ANNIE W. McCULLOUGH
+
+     I wonder what you're thinking of, my darling little cat.
+     It may be meat, it may be cream, that makes you nice and fat;
+     It may be all the fun you have in barn-loft warm and dry;
+     It may be mice you try to catch as by their hole you lie.
+
+     Perhaps you think of trees to climb, with birds that sing up there,
+     They always get away from you, although you creep with care.
+     Perhaps you think of warm, green grass, and basking in the sun,
+     Or of your ball, that slides so fast as after it you run.
+
+     I hope you think of me, sometimes, because I love you well;
+     I hope you love me back again, although you cannot tell;
+     And how I know you're thinking (it's a secret that I've found),
+     Is 'cause I hear, close to my ear, your thought-wheels going round.
+
+
+THE SMALL GRAY MOUSE
+
+BY NATHAN HASKELL DOLE
+
+     The small gray Mouse ran East
+       And the small gray Mouse ran West
+     And could not tell in the least
+       Which way was best.
+
+     The small gray Mouse ran North
+       And the small gray Mouse ran South
+     And scurried back and forth
+       To escape the Kitten's dreadful teeth-lined mouth!
+
+     But Kitty thought it precious fun
+     To see the panting Mousie run,
+     And when it almost got away
+     Her furry paw upon its back would lay.
+
+     But Kitty grew too vain and sure;
+     She thought she had the Mouse secure;
+     She turned her head, she shut her eyes.
+       That was not wise,
+     And ere she knew
+     The gray Mouse up the chimney flew,
+     Where dainty cats could not pursue.
+       So she had nothing else to do
+         But miew--oo--oo--!
+
+
+  [Illustration: "YOU MAKE SO MUCH NOISE I CAN'T SLEEP!"
+  FROM THE PAINTING BY J. H. DOLPH.]
+
+
+THE RABBIT, THE TURTLE, AND THE OWL
+
+The little girl and the little boy stood in the corn-field near the
+hollow tree where the Owl lived. The corn was in shocks like wigwams,
+and the yellow pumpkins lay on the ground. The Turtle came up from the
+brook below the corn-field, and stuck his head out of his shell to
+watch. The Rabbit sat on the edge of the slope, with his ears sticking
+straight up, to listen.
+
+The sleepy Owl stirred behind his knot-hole.
+
+"Don't you think," said the little boy, "that the Rabbit--"
+
+"And the Turtle--" said the little girl.
+
+"And the Owl," went on the little boy, "should have a Thanksgiving
+dinner?"
+
+"Yes, a good dinner," replied the little girl, "right here in the
+corn-field."
+
+"We could have a pumpkin table," said the little boy.
+
+"And pumpkin chairs," said the little girl.
+
+So, as Thanksgiving was that very day, and there was no time to lose,
+they began to work. They found a fine, big, flat-topped pumpkin, and
+placed it for a table at the foot of the Owl's tree. Then they found
+three little pumpkins for stools.
+
+"They won't want to eat until night," said the little boy.
+
+"No," said the little girl; "the Owl and the Turtle and the Rabbit,
+too,--they like dinner at night."
+
+"We will lay everything out for them before we go to Grandmother's,"
+said the little boy, "and when we come home, we can see all eating their
+good Thanksgiving dinner."
+
+The little boy ran and brought parsley and cabbage leaves for the
+Rabbit; and when the Rabbit saw that, he trotted home in a hurry, for
+fear he might be tempted to eat before it was time.
+
+The little girl brought a fine big mushroom for the Turtle, for she had
+once seen a turtle nibble all around the edge of a mushroom.
+
+"The Owl will have to bring his own dinner," said the little boy, "but I
+will get him a piece of bread to eat with it." So he did.
+
+That night the little girl and boy drove home by moonlight from their
+grandmother's farm. When they were in their own room they looked out of
+the window toward the corn-field. They saw the corn-shocks, like
+wigwams, with black shadows. They saw the tree dark against the sky.
+They saw the big round yellow moon rising above the ridge of the field.
+They saw the pumpkin table and pumpkin chairs. They saw, sitting on one
+chair, the Rabbit, with his ears sticking straight up as he ate his
+parsley and cabbage. They saw the Turtle, stretching his head out of his
+shell as he nibbled his mushroom. They saw the Owl on his chair, eating
+the dinner he had brought. "Oh, isn't it beautiful!" said the little
+girl. "Beautiful!" said the little boy.
+
+
+HOMES
+
+BY ANNIE WILLIS McCULLOUGH
+
+     My bunnies like their cozy house, although they scamper out to play;
+     My chickens like the slatted coop where all the mother hens must stay.
+     My kitten likes her basket bed out in the woodshed near our door,
+     My puppy loves his cellar box; he sleeps and plays, then sleeps
+               some more.
+
+     But _I_ have got the nicest home. My house is better far than theirs;
+     Its windows let the sunshine in; it has a porch, it has some stairs.
+     But I like best the kitchen warm, with table, stove, and pantry neat;
+     The place where Dinah works, and makes good things for us to eat!
+
+
+  [Illustration: Bill of Fare
+
+               Fish          Perch
+               Entree        Bread
+               Vegetables    Corn
+                             Carrots
+                             Tomatoes
+               Dessert       Watermelon
+                             Apples.]
+
+  [Illustration: Here comes our dinner!]
+
+  [Illustration: A Shower of good things.]
+
+  [Illustration: MEAL-TIME IN THE BEAR-PITS AT THE ZOO.]
+
+                              A Glutton.
+
+
+  [Illustration: "FULL INSIDE."
+  FROM AN ENGRAVING OF THE PAINTING BY ARTHUR J. ELSLEY.]
+
+
+THE FINE GOOD SHOW
+
+BY JESSIE WRIGHT WHITCOMB
+
+  [Illustration: "'GOOD MORNING, COW, COME AND TAKE A WALK WITH US.'"]
+
+A little girl and a little boy started down the road together to take a
+walk. They met a dog.
+
+"Good morning, Dog," said the little girl. "Bow-wow!" answered the dog.
+
+"Come and take a walk with us, Dog," said the little boy.
+
+So they all went down the road together.
+
+Pretty soon they met a cat.
+
+"Good morning, Cat," said the little boy. "Miaouw!" answered the cat.
+
+"Come and take a walk with us, Cat," said the little girl. So they all
+went down the road together.
+
+Pretty soon they met a rooster.
+
+"Good morning, Rooster," said the little girl. "Cock-a-doodle-doo!"
+answered the rooster.
+
+"Come and take a walk with us, Rooster," said the little boy.
+
+So they all went down the road together.
+
+Pretty soon they met a duck.
+
+"Good morning, Duck," said the little boy. "Quack, quack!" answered the
+duck.
+
+"Come and take a walk with us, Duck," said the little girl.
+
+So they all went down the road talking merrily with one another.
+
+Pretty soon they saw a little pinky-white pig with a funny little curly
+tail.
+
+  [Illustration: "'GOOD MORNING, DUCK, COME AND TAKE A WALK WITH US.'"]
+
+"Good morning, Pig," said the little girl. "Grunt, grunt!" answered the
+pig.
+
+"Come and take a walk with us, Pig," said the little boy.
+
+So they all went down the road together.
+
+Pretty soon they came to a pasture.
+
+In the pasture was a nice, old, red cow.
+
+"Good morning, Cow," said the little boy. "Moo, moo!" answered the cow.
+
+"Come and take a walk with us," said the little girl.
+
+But the cow shook her head; she couldn't open the pasture bars.
+
+"We will let down the bars for you, Cow," said the little boy and the
+little girl.
+
+So they let down the bars, and the dog, and the cat, and the rooster,
+and the duck, and the little white pig with the curly tail, and the
+little boy, and the little girl, all went in to see the cow.
+
+The little girl climbed on the cow's back, and the little boy climbed on
+the cow's back, and the dog jumped on the cow's back, and the cat jumped
+on the cow's neck, and the rooster flew up on the cow's head, and the
+little white pig with the curly tail, and the duck, walked behind the
+cow, and they all went down the road together just as happy as they
+could be.
+
+  [Illustration: "'GOOD MORNING, PIG, COME AND TAKE A WALK WITH US.'"]
+
+Pretty soon they met a carriage with two women in it.
+
+"Mercy on me!" said the two women. "What's this!"
+
+"This is a fine, good show," answered the little girl.
+
+"Well, I should think it was!" said the two women. "It is a beautiful
+show."
+
+"Thank you," said the little boy.
+
+"Good-by," said the two women.
+
+"Good-by," said the little girl.
+
+So the cow, carrying the little boy, and the little girl, and the dog,
+and the cat, and the rooster, with the little white pig with the curly
+tail, and the duck, walking along behind, all went down the road
+together.
+
+Pretty soon they met a wagon with three men in it.
+
+"Well! Well! Well!" said the three men. "Just look! What's all this?"
+
+"This is a fine, good show," said the little boy, bowing very politely.
+
+"Indeed it is!" said the three men. "It's great!"
+
+"Thank you," said the little boy, "I am pleased that you like it."
+
+"Good-by," said the little girl.
+
+So the cow, carrying the little girl, and the little boy, and the dog,
+and the cat, and the rooster, with the little white pig with the curly
+tail, and the duck, walking behind, all went down the road together.
+
+  [Illustration: THE FINE, GOOD SHOW.]
+
+Pretty soon they came to a store. The Store Man stood out in front of
+his store.
+
+"Good morning, Mr. Store Man," said the little boy, "I have a little
+silver piece in my pocket."
+
+"Good morning!" said the Store Man. "What can I do for you?"
+
+"We want to buy some things for our Show," said the little boy.
+
+"I'm glad of that!" said the Store Man.
+
+So the little boy jumped down, and the little girl jumped down, and the
+dog jumped down, and the cat jumped down, and the rooster flew down.
+
+"We want to buy a little corn for our cow and our pig," said the little
+boy.
+
+"And we want to buy a little wheat for our rooster and our duck," said
+the little girl.
+
+"And we want to buy a little meat for our dog," said the little boy.
+
+"And we want to buy a little milk for our cat," said the little girl.
+
+"And we want to buy some great, long sticks of candy for us!" said the
+little boy and the little girl together. "I hope you have some."
+
+The Store Man took the money and brought out all the things.
+
+  [Illustration: "THE STORE MAN BROUGHT OUT ALL THE THINGS."]
+
+The cow and the little white pig with the curly tail ate the corn; the
+rooster and the duck ate the wheat; the dog ate the meat, and the cat
+drank the milk, and the little girl and the little boy ate the great,
+long sticks of candy.
+
+"Good-by, Mr. Store Man," said the little girl.
+
+"Good-by, Mr. Store Man," said the little boy.
+
+"Good-by, all of you," answered the Store Man.
+
+So the little girl, and the little boy, and the dog, and the cat, and
+the rooster, and the duck, and the little pig with the curly tail, all
+went back up the road again.
+
+Pretty soon they came to the pasture. The cow walked in.
+
+"Good-by, Cow and Dog and Cat and Rooster and Duck and Pig!" shouted the
+little boy.
+
+"Good-by, Pig and Duck and Rooster and Cat and Dog and Cow!" called the
+little girl.
+
+"Moo-moo!" answered the cow.
+
+"Grunt-grunt!" answered the pig.
+
+"Miaouw, miaouw!" answered the cat.
+
+"Quack, quack!" answered the duck.
+
+"Cock-a-doodle-doo!" answered the rooster. "Bow-wow!" answered the dog.
+
+And the little boy and the little girl put up the bars and ran back home
+as fast as they could go.
+
+                              _Jessie Wright Whitcomb._
+
+  [Illustration: "THE LITTLE BOY AND THE LITTLE GIRL PUT UP THE BARS."]
+
+
+GAY AND SPY
+
+(_A Rhyming Story for Little Folk_)
+
+      One beautiful day in the month of May,
+      A little girl whose name was Gay
+      (They called her that, because, you see,
+      She was always cheerful as she could be)
+      Went for a walk in the woods near by,
+      And her dog went with her (his name was Spy).
+
+      As they strolled along a fine woodland path
+      She saw a little bird taking a bath.
+      She kept very still and watched him splash,
+      When all at once, with a sudden dash,
+      Into the brook jumped little dog Spy.
+      My, how he made the water fly!
+     "What a bad, bad dog you are!" said Gay.
+     "Birdie won't bathe any more to-day.
+      You frightened him so, but, never mind,
+      He's only frightened, not hurt, he'll find.
+      We'll walk on further and you must try
+      To be good and quiet."
+                           "_Bow-wow!_" said Spy.
+
+  [Illustration: "INTO THE BROOK JUMPED LITTLE DOG SPY."]
+
+      They had only walked on a little way,
+      When something rustled: "What's that?" said Gay.
+      Out from the leaves sprang a squirrel red
+      And sped like a flash down the path ahead.
+      Close behind him was little dog Spy.
+      He paid no heed to the little girl's cry.
+
+  [Illustration: "'YOU'RE YOUNG,' SAID GAY, 'AND IS THAT WHY YOU
+  ACT SO SILLY?'"]
+
+      She whistled and called; they were out of sight.
+      She waited a moment, then laughed outright.
+      For who was this coming? Why, little dog Spy!
+      But he didn't look happy--with head held high--
+      Indeed, he looked rather ashamed instead
+      For he hadn't caught the squirrel red.
+      Spy couldn't climb trees, and so, you see,
+      Master Squirrel escaped quite easily.
+     "You're young," said Gay, "and is that why
+      You act so silly?"
+                           "_Bow-wow!_" said Spy.
+
+     "I'm tired of walking," the little girl said,
+     "I think I will pick some flowers instead.
+      I will take them home to my Grandma, dear;
+      She loves them but she can't walk out here."
+      There were plenty of flowers all around.
+      Sweet white violets covered the ground.
+      There were lovely long-stemmed blue ones, too,
+      And all around the May-flowers grew.
+      But when she had all her hands would hold,
+      It was time to leave, it was growing cold.
+      The sun was sinking. But where was Spy?
+      She whistled and called,--but no reply!
+     "Where can he be?" she said, when hark!
+      Off in the distance she heard him bark.
+     "He must have a rabbit," said she, "that's all."
+      And sure enough, by an old stone-wall,
+      Spy was barking away as hard as he could--
+      As if scaring the rabbit would do any good.
+     "The rabbit is safe in that wall," said Gay,
+     "He wouldn't come out if you barked all day.
+      So you better come home for it's growing late.
+      And Mother will wonder why I wait.
+      Supper'll be ready, too. Oh, my!
+      Are you hungry as I am?"
+                           "_Bow-wow!_" said Spy.
+
+
+  [Illustration: "I'SE BIGGEST!"
+  FROM AN ENGRAVING OF THE PAINTING BY ARTHUR J. ELSLEY.]
+
+
+The Ballad of a runaway Donkey:
+
+by Emilie Poulsson:
+
+here shadow'd forth in divers pictures by Alfred Brenon.
+
+     A sturdy little Donkey,
+     All dressed in sober gray,
+     Once took it in his long-eared head
+     That he would run away.
+
+  2  So, when a little open
+     He saw the sable door,
+     He ran as if he never would
+     Come back there any more.
+
+  3  Away that Donkey galloped
+     And ran and ran and ran
+     And ran and ran and ran and ran
+     And Ran and RAn and RAN!
+
+  4  Behind him ran the Children,
+     The Groom and Coachman, too;
+     The Farmer and the farmer's man,
+     To see what  they could do.
+
+  5  Some carried whips to whip him,
+     Some, oats to coax him near,
+     Some called "Come here you foolish beast!"
+     And some, "Come, Barney, dear."
+
+  6  But not a whit cared Barney
+     For cross or coaxing word;
+     And clatter, clatter, clatter still,
+     His little hoofs were heard.
+
+  7  And all across the meadow,
+     And up and o'er the hill,
+     And through the woods and down the dale
+     He galloped with a will.
+
+  8  And into every hayfield
+     And through the swamp and mire
+     Still Barney ran and ran and ran
+     As if he'd never tire!
+
+  9  His chasers all stopped running,
+     Then meek as any lamb
+     Did Barney stand as if to say,
+     "Come catch me! here I am."
+
+ 10  But when one of them started,
+     Then Barney started, too;
+     As if the chase had just begun
+     Away he swiftly flew.
+
+ 11  But there's an end to all things,
+     And so, (the stupid elf)
+     When no one else could capture him
+     This donkey caught himself.
+
+ 12  For, running in the barn-yard,
+     He did not calculate
+     What consequences would befall,
+     And hit the swinging gate.
+
+ 13  It quickly swung together,
+     Down dropped the iron latch
+     O, Barney Gray! to think that you
+     The runaway should catch!
+
+ 14  The Children danced with pleasure,
+     The Groom roared with delight,
+     The Others smiled their broadest smiles
+     Or laughed with all their might.
+
+ 15  But Barney, naughty Barney,
+     Had mischief in him still
+     For when the laughing Coachman tried
+     To lead him up the hill
+
+ 16  His donkeyship determined
+     That he would yet have fun
+     So braced himself and stood stock still
+     As if he weighed a ton!
+
+ 17  But mighty was the Coachman
+     And pulled with such a will
+     That Barney soon was being dragged
+     Full roughly up the hill.
+
+ 18    "Well, well!" at last thought Barney
+       "The Coachman is so strong
+     I might as well be good just now,"
+     And so he walked along.
+
+ 19  And when he reached the stable
+     And stood within the stall,
+     You'd scarce believe so meek a beast
+     Could run away, at all!
+
+ 20  Now all the meditations
+     Of this same Barney Gray
+     Are only of some future chance
+     When he may run away.
+
+
+THE THREE BEARS[M]
+
+Once upon a time there were three bears who lived in a castle in a great
+wood. One of them was a great big bear, and one was a middling bear, and
+one was a little bear. And in the same wood there was a fox who lived
+all alone; his name was Scrapefoot. Scrapefoot was very much afraid of
+the bears, but for all that he wanted very much to know all about them.
+And one day as he went through the wood he found himself near the Bears'
+Castle, and he wondered whether he could get into the castle. He looked
+all about him everywhere, and he could not see any one. So he came up
+very quietly, till at last he came up to the door of the castle, and he
+tried whether he could open it. Yes! the door was not locked, and he
+opened it just a little way, and put his nose in and looked, and he
+could not see any one. So then he opened it a little way farther, and
+put one paw in, and then another paw, and another and another, and then
+he was all in the Bears' Castle. He found he was in a great hall with
+three chairs in it--one big, one middling, and one little chair; and he
+thought he would like to sit down and rest and look about him; so he sat
+down on the big chair. But he found it so hard and uncomfortable that it
+made his bones ache, and he jumped down at once and got into the
+middling chair, and he turned round and round in it, but he couldn't
+make himself comfortable. So then he went to the little chair and sat
+down in it, and it was so soft and warm and comfortable that Scrapefoot
+was quite happy; but all at once it broke to pieces under him and he
+couldn't put it together again! So he got up and began to look about him
+again, and on one table he saw three saucers, of which one was very big,
+one was middling, one was quite a little saucer. Scrapefoot was very
+thirsty, and he began to drink out of the big saucer. But he only just
+tasted the milk in the big saucer, which was so sour and so nasty that
+he would not taste another drop of it. Then he tried the middling
+saucer, and he drank a little of that. He tried two or three mouthfuls,
+but it was not nice, and then he left it and went to the little saucer,
+and the milk in the little saucer was so sweet and so nice that he went
+on drinking it till it was all gone.
+
+Then Scrapefoot thought he would like to go upstairs; and he listened
+and he could not hear any one. So upstairs he went, and he found a great
+room with three beds in it; one was a big bed, and one was a middling
+bed, and one was a little white bed; and he climbed up into the big bed,
+but it was so hard and lumpy and uncomfortable that he jumped down again
+at once, and tried the middling bed. That was rather better, but he
+could not get comfortable in it, so after turning about a little while
+he got up and went to the little bed; and that was so soft and so warm
+and so nice that he fell fast asleep at once.
+
+And after a time the Bears came home, and when they got into the hall
+the big Bear went to his chair and said, "Who's been sitting in my
+chair?" and the middling Bear said, "Who's been sitting in my chair?"
+and the little Bear said, "Who's been sitting in my chair and has broken
+it all to pieces?" And then they went to have their milk, and the big
+bear said, "Who's been drinking my milk?" and the middling Bear said,
+"Who's been drinking my milk?" And the little Bear said, "Who's been
+drinking my milk and has drunk it all up?" Then they went upstairs and
+into the bedroom, and the big Bear said, "Who's been sleeping in my
+bed?" and the middling Bear said, "Who's been sleeping in my bed?" and
+the little Bear said, "Who's been sleeping in my bed?--and see here he
+is!" So then the Bears came and wondered what they should do with him;
+and the big Bear said, "Let's hang him!" and then the middling Bear
+said, "Let's drown him!" and then the little Bear said, "Let's throw him
+out of the window." And then the Bears took him to the window, and the
+big Bear took two legs on one side and the middling Bear took two legs
+on the other side, and they swung him backwards and forwards, backwards
+and forwards, and out of the window. Poor Scrapefoot was so frightened,
+and he thought every bone in his body must be broken. But he got up and
+first shook one leg--no, that was not broken; and then another, and that
+was not broken; and another and another, and then he wagged his tail and
+found there were no bones broken. So then he galloped off home as fast
+as he could go, and never went near the Bears' Castle again.
+
+  [M] From "More English Fairy Tales," edited by Joseph Jacobs. Used by
+  permission of the publishers, G. P. Putnam's Sons.
+
+
+THE LITTLE BEAR'S STORY
+
+BY C. F. HOLDER
+
+"Yes," the little bear cub would say, "that is my picture. I am a native
+of the State of California. I don't remember distinctly where I was
+born, but it was up in the Sierras, where the snow lies in great banks,
+and the giant trees stand like sentinels, and where you might travel for
+days and weeks and meet no one but bears.
+
+"The first thing I recollect was finding myself in a big burrow covered
+with snow, then my mother broke the way out and led us (I had a brother)
+down the mountain. We soon left the snow; and I remember one day, at
+sunset, we stood on an overhanging rock, and my mother showed us the
+green valleys and nice dark forests where we could hide, and far off was
+the gleaming sea. Mother did not care very much for the water, I think.
+
+"My mother was hungry, after the long winter fast, and every day took us
+lower and lower, until one night she led us into a sheep ranch. Then our
+troubles began, for she left us to catch a lamb, and never came back. We
+heard all about it afterward. Some ranchers had seen her, and rode out
+on horseback to enjoy the cruel sport of 'roping a bear'. As they rode
+around her, one threw his lariat about her neck; another caught her
+forefoot as she stood up, another her hind leg; and then they dragged
+her away to the ranch-house--and so we became orphans.
+
+"It was not long before the dogs found us, and a man carried me home in
+a basket to his wife, who treated me very kindly. I did not like it, but
+pretended I did, and ate all I could, always watching and hoping for a
+chance to run away to my mountain home. My mistress, however, soon
+thought I was too knowing, and put a chain about my neck. Finally, when
+I was about four months old, they sent me to a friend in San Francisco.
+I shall never forget how people looked at me and laughed when I stood on
+my hind legs, as if there was anything laughable in that! But they gave
+me sugar and other good things, and I fared well.
+
+"My new master was a butcher, and most of the time I stayed in his shop.
+But some days, when I was very homesick, and longed for my mother, and
+the little cub who had been carried off, I did not know where, the
+butcher's wife would take me into her room back of the shop, and then I
+would go to sleep, cuddled up close upon a rug, with my paws on her
+hand, and dream that I was back in my mountain home.
+
+"One day I heard my master say I was to be pho-to-graphed, and I thought
+my time had come. You see, I had never heard the word before. There was
+no escape, as I was kept tied, and the next morning my master took me
+under his big coat in the cable-cars. I could just peep through one of
+the button-holes, and all at once I uttered a loud whine. You should
+have seen how the passengers stared at my master, who I know looked
+embarrassed, as he gave me a tremendous squeeze. We soon got out, and I
+was carried up a flight of stairs, and placed on a table in a room, the
+walls of which were covered with pictures of people's faces, all of
+which seemed to keep their eyes fixed on me.
+
+"My master petted me and gave me some sugar, and I began to think that
+being photographed was possibly not so bad, after all. Presently a man
+came in. He looked very much astonished, and said, 'Why, I thought you
+engaged a sitting for "a descendant of one of the early settlers"?'
+
+"'So I did,' replied my master; 'there it is,' pointing to where I stood
+up, blinking with all my might.
+
+"'Why, it's a cub bear!' exclaimed the man.
+
+"'Well, it is a relative of some early settlers, all the same,' my
+master answered.
+
+"At this the man smiled good-humoredly, then he went into another room,
+while my master petted me and gave me so much sugar that I had the
+toothache from it. After a while the man came back and said he was
+ready, and I was taken into a room where there was a big thing like a
+gun on three legs, with a cloth over it. My master sat down in a chair
+and held me in his lap while the man pointed the gun at us.
+
+"I thought I was to be shot, and tried to get away, and this made the
+man so cross that he came out from under the cloth and said he couldn't
+do it. Then my master put me up in a child's chair and propped something
+tight against my head, at which they both laughed so loud you could have
+heard them in the street, and I jumped down.
+
+"Finally, the man tapped his forehead and said, 'I have it.' He put a
+screen before the gun and my master set me on top of it, holding my
+chain while the man crept under the cloth. I did not dare move, as I was
+astride of the screen, my hind feet hanging in the air. I prepared for
+the worst. Then the man came out again, looked at me sharply, and turned
+my head a little, telling me to smile, at which my master laughed. The
+man next shook a tambourine at me, and as I turned to see what the noise
+meant, I heard a _click!_ and just then my master took me down and
+carried me home, much to my relief.
+
+"I wondered what it was all about until one day my master took me on his
+knee, and, holding up a card, said, 'Well, here you are!'--and what do
+you suppose it was? Nothing more or less than my picture; just as I was
+perched astride the screen the day when I thought I was going to be
+killed. Here it is":
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+THE HARE AND THE HEDGEHOG
+
+BY THE BROTHERS GRIMM
+
+This tale, my young readers, will seem to you to be quite false; but
+still it must be true, for my Grandfather, who used to tell it to me,
+would wind up by saying, "All this is true, my son, else it would never
+have been told to me." The tale runs thus:--
+
+It was a fine summer's morning, just before harvest-time; the buckwheat
+was in flower, and the sun was shining brightly in the heaven above, a
+breeze was blowing over the fields, where the larks were singing; and
+along the paths the people were going to church dressed in their best.
+Every creature seemed contented, even the Hedgehog, who stood before his
+door singing as he best could a joyful song in praise of the fine
+morning. Indoors, meanwhile, his Wife was washing and drying the
+kitchen, before going into the fields for a walk to see how the crops
+were getting on. She was such a long while, however, about her work that
+Mr. Hedgehog would wait no longer, and trotted off by himself. He had
+not walked any very long distance before he came to a small thicket,
+near a field of cabbages, and there he espied a Hare, who he guessed had
+come on a similar errand to himself; namely, to devour a few fine heads.
+As soon as Mr. Hedgehog saw the Hare, he wished him a good morning; but
+the latter, who was in his way a high-minded creature, turned a fierce
+and haughty look upon the Hedgehog, and made no reply to his greeting.
+He asked, instead, in a very majestic tone, how he came to be walking
+abroad at such an early hour. "I am taking a walk," replied the
+Hedgehog.
+
+"A walk!" repeated the Hare, in an ironical tone, "methinks you might
+employ your legs about something better!"
+
+This answer vexed the Hedgehog most dreadfully, for he could have borne
+anything better than to be quizzed about his legs, because they were
+naturally short, and from no fault of his own. However, he said to the
+Hare, "Well, you need not be so proud, pray, what can you do with those
+legs of yours?" "That is my affair," replied the Hare. "I expect, if you
+would venture a trial, that I should beat you in a race," said the
+Hedgehog.
+
+"You are laughing! you, with your short legs!" said the Hare
+contemptuously. "But still, since you have such a particular wish, I
+have no objection to try. What shall the wager be?"
+
+"A louis d'or," replied the Hedgehog.
+
+"Done!" said the Hare, "and it may as well come off at once."
+
+"No! not in such great haste, if you please," said the Hedgehog; "I am
+not quite ready yet; I must first go home and freshen up a bit. Within
+half-an-hour I will return to this place."
+
+Thereupon the Hedgehog hurried off, leaving the Hare very merry. On his
+way home the former thought to himself, "Mr. Hare is very haughty and
+high-minded, but withal he is very stupid, and although he thinks to
+beat me with his long legs, I will find a way to defeat him." So, as
+soon as the Hedgehog reached home, he told his Wife to dress herself at
+once to go into the field with him.
+
+"What is the matter?" asked his Wife.
+
+"I have made a wager with the Hare, for a louis d'or, to run a race with
+him, and you must be witness."
+
+"My goodness, man! are you in your senses!" said the Wife, "do you know
+what you are about? How can you expect to run so fast as the Hare?"
+
+"Hold your tongue, Wife; that is my affair. Don't you reason about men's
+business. March, and get ready to come with me."
+
+As soon, then, as the Hedgehog's Wife was ready they set out together;
+and on the way he said, "Now attend to what I say. On the long field
+yonder we shall decide our bet. The Hare is to run on the one side of
+the hedge and I on the other, and so all you have to do is to stop at
+one end of the hedge, and then when the Hare arrives on the other side
+at the same point, you must call out, 'I am here already.'"
+
+They soon came to the field, and the Hedgehog stationed himself at one
+end of the hedge, and his Wife at the other end; and as soon as they had
+taken their places the Hare arrived. "Are you ready to start?" asked the
+Hare. "Yes," answered the Hedgehog, and each took his place. "Off once,
+off twice, three times and off!" cried the Hare, and ran up the field
+like a whirlwind; while the Hedgehog took three steps and then returned
+to his place.
+
+The Hare soon arrived at his goal, as he ran all the way at top speed,
+but before he could reach it, the Hedgehog's Wife on the other side
+called out, "I am here already!" The Hare was thunderstruck to hear this
+said, for he thought it really was his opponent, since there was no
+difference in the voices of the Hedgehog and his Wife. "This will not
+do!" thought the Hare to himself; but presently he called out, "Once,
+twice, and off again;" and away he went as fast as possible, leaving the
+Hedgehog quietly sitting in her place. "I am here before you," cried
+Mr. Hedgehog, as soon as the Hare approached. "What! again?" exclaimed
+the Hare in a rage; and added, "Will you dare another trial!" "Oh! as
+many as you like; do not be afraid on my account," said Mr. Hedgehog,
+courteously.
+
+So the Hare then ran backwards and forwards three-and-seventy times, but
+each time the Hedgehogs had the advantage of him, for either Mr. or Mrs.
+shouted before he could reach the goal, "Here I am already!"
+
+The four-and-seventieth time the Hare was unable to run any more. In the
+middle of the course he stopped and dropped down quite exhausted, and
+there he lay motionless for some time. But the Hedgehog took the louis
+d'or which he had won, and went composedly home with his Wife.
+
+
+THE WEE ROBIN'S CHRISTMAS SONG
+
+A SCOTCH STORY, ATTRIBUTED TO ROBERT BURNS
+
+ADAPTED BY JENNIE ELLIS BURDICK
+
+There was an old gray Pussy Cat, and she went away down by a brookside.
+There she saw a wee Robin Redbreast hopping on a brier bush.
+
+Says the gray Pussy Cat: "Where are you going, wee Robin?"
+
+And the wee Robin makes answer: "I'm going away to the King to sing him
+a song this glad Christmas morning."
+
+And the gray Pussy Cat says, "Come here, wee Robin, and I'll let you see
+a pretty white ring I have around my neck."
+
+But the wee Robin says: "No, no! gray Pussy Cat, no, no! You worried the
+wee mousie, but you cannot worry me!"
+
+So the wee Robin flew away until he came to a wall of earth and grass,
+and there he saw a gray greedy Hawk sitting.
+
+And the gray greedy Hawk says: "Where are you going, wee Robin?"
+
+And the wee Robin makes answer: "I'm going away to the King to sing him
+a song this glad Christmas morning."
+
+And the gray greedy Hawk says: "Come here, wee Robin, and I'll let you
+see the bright feather in my wing."
+
+  [Illustration: WEE ROBIN AND THE OLD GRAY PUSSY CAT]
+
+But wee Robin says: "No, no! gray greedy Hawk, no, no! You pecked the
+little Meadowlark, but you cannot peck me!"
+
+So the wee Robin flew away until he came to a steep, rocky hillside, and
+there he saw a sly Fox sitting. And the sly Fox says, "Where are you
+going, wee Robin?"
+
+And the wee Robin makes answer: "I'm going away to the King to sing him
+a song this glad Christmas morning."
+
+And the sly Fox says: "Come here, wee Robin, and I'll let you see the
+pretty spot on the tip of my tail."
+
+But the wee Robin says: "No, no! sly Fox, no, no! You worried the little
+Lamb, but you cannot worry me!"
+
+So the wee Robin flew away until he came to a grassy meadow, and there
+he saw a little shepherd boy.
+
+And the little shepherd says: "Where are you going, wee Robin?"
+
+And wee Robin makes answer: "I'm going away to the King to sing him a
+song this glad Christmas morning."
+
+And the little shepherd boy says: "Come here, wee Robin, and I'll give
+you some crumbs from my lunch."
+
+But the wee Robin says: "No, no! little shepherd boy, no, no! You caught
+the Goldfinch, but you cannot catch me!"
+
+So the wee Robin flew away till he came to the King; and there he sat on
+a plowshare, and sang the King a cheery song. And the King says to the
+Queen: "What will we give to the wee Robin for singing us this cheery
+song?"
+
+And the Queen makes answer to the King: "I think we'll give him the wee
+Wren to be his wife."
+
+So the wee Robin and the wee Wren were married, and the King and the
+Queen, and all the court danced at the wedding. Then the wee Robin and
+the wee Wren flew away home to the wee Robin's own brookside, and hopped
+on the brier bush.
+
+
+THE FOX
+
+     The Fox set out in a hungry plight,
+       And begged the moon to give him light,
+     For he'd many a mile to travel that night
+       Before he could reach his den O!
+
+     First he came to a farmer's yard,
+       Where the ducks and geese declared it was hard
+     That their nerves should be shaken, and their rest be marred
+       By a visit from Mr. Fox O!
+
+     He seized the gray goose by the sleeve,
+       Says he, "Madam Gray Goose, by your leave,
+     I'll carry you off without reprieve,
+       And take you away to my den O!"
+
+     He seized the gray duck by the neck,
+       And flung her over across his back,
+     While the old duck cried out, "Quack, quack, quack,"
+       With her legs dangling down behind O!
+
+     Then old Mrs. Flipper Flapper jumped out of bed,
+       And out of the window she popped her head,
+     Crying, "John, John, John, the gray goose is gone,
+       And the Fox is off to his den O!"
+
+     Then John went up to the top of the hill,
+       And he blew a blast both loud and shrill.
+     Says the Fox, "That is fine music, still
+       I'd rather be off to my den O!"
+
+     So the Fox he hurried home to his den,
+       To his dear little foxes eight, nine, ten.
+     Says he, "We're in luck, here's a big fat duck
+       With her legs dangling down behind O!"
+
+     Then the Fox sat down with his hungry wife,
+       And they made a good meal without fork or knife.
+     They never had a better time in all their life,
+       And the little ones picked the bones O!
+
+
+THREE COMPANIONS
+
+BY DINAH MARIA MULOCK-CRAIK
+
+     We go on our walk together--
+       Baby and dog and I--
+     Three little merry companions,
+       'Neath any sort of sky
+     Blue as our baby's eyes are,
+       Gray like our old dog's tail;
+     Be it windy or cloudy or stormy,
+       Our courage will never fail.
+
+     Baby's a little lady;
+       Dog is a gentleman brave;
+     If he had two legs as you have,
+       He'd kneel to her like a slave;
+     As it is, he loves and protects her,
+       As dog and gentleman can.
+     I'd rather be a kind doggie,
+       I think, than a cruel man.
+
+
+"'FRAID CAT!"
+
+BY FRANK MUNRO
+
+     To Pussy-town, the other day,
+           The movies came.
+           And you must know,
+     The only chance mice have to play
+           Is when the cats
+           Go to the show!
+
+     (Yes, mice have certain little "rights"--
+           Though I confess
+           'Em hard to see!
+     And one is to stay up o' nights
+           And steal our cheese--
+           If cheese there be!)
+
+     Well, in the playhouse, on the screen,
+           The pussies saw
+           (And so may you)
+     True love run smoothly, I ween:
+           But "also ran,"
+           A dog in blue!
+
+     The foolish cats, in great alarm,
+           Dashed out, nor
+           Asked for money back!--
+     A dog policeman has no charm
+           When he is close
+           Upon one's track!
+
+     They did not use their heads. I fear;
+           (Some boys and girls
+           Are just like that)
+     And so the pussies now must hear
+           The grown folks say
+           "'Fraid cat! 'Fraid cat!"
+
+
+  [Illustration: THE CATS AT THE MOVIES
+  FROM A DRAWING BY CULMER BARNES]
+
+
+THE SPIDER AND THE FLY
+
+BY MARY HOWITT
+
+     "Will you walk into my parlor?" said the Spider to the Fly,
+     "'Tis the prettiest little parlor that ever you did spy;
+     The way into my parlor is up a winding stair,
+     And I have many curious things to show when you are there."
+     "Oh, no, no," said the little Fly, "to ask me is in vain;
+     For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again."
+
+     "I'm sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high;
+     Will you rest upon my little bed?" said the Spider to the Fly.
+     "There are pretty curtains drawn around, the sheets are fine and thin;
+     And if you like to rest a while, I'll snugly tuck you in!"
+     "Oh, no, no," said the little Fly, "for I've often heard it said,
+     They never, never wake again, who sleep upon your bed!"
+
+     Said the cunning Spider to the Fly, "Dear friend, what can I do
+     To prove the warm affection I've always felt for you?
+     I have, within my pantry, good store of all that's nice;
+     I'm sure you're very welcome--will you please to take a slice?"
+     "Oh, no, no," said the little Fly, "kind sir, that cannot be,
+     I've heard what's in your pantry, and I do not wish to see!"
+
+     "Sweet creature," said the Spider, "you're witty and you're wise;
+     How handsome are your gauzy wings, how brilliant are your eyes!
+     I have a little looking-glass upon my parlor shelf;
+     If you'll step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself."
+     "I thank you, gentle sir," she said, "for what you're pleased to say,
+     And bidding you good morning now, I'll call another day."
+
+     The Spider turned him round about, and went into his den,
+     For well he knew the silly Fly would soon be back again;
+     So he wove a subtle web in a little corner sly,
+     And set his table ready to dine upon the Fly.
+     Then he came out to his door again, and merrily did sing:
+     "Come hither, hither, pretty Fly, with the pearl and silver wing;
+     Your robes are green and purple, there's a crest upon your head;
+     Your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead."
+
+     Alas, alas! how very soon this silly little Fly,
+     Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by:
+     With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew--
+     Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and purple hue;
+     Thinking only of her crested head--poor foolish thing! At last,
+     Up jumped the cunning Spider, and fiercely held her fast.
+     He dragged her up his winding stair, into his dismal den
+     Within his little parlor--but she ne'er came out again!
+
+
+  [Illustration: "HELLO! IS THIS THE CLOVER NOOK DAIRY? PLEASE SEND ME
+  SOME MILK AT ONCE. GOOD-BY"]
+
+
+
+
+#Everyday Verses#
+
+BY ALDEN ARTHUR KNIPE
+
+PICTURES BY EMILIE BENSON KNIPE
+
+
+
+
+A LITTLE GENTLEMAN
+
+     When Mother drops things on the floor,
+       My father asks me: "Who
+     Should always pick them up for her?"
+       And so I always do.
+
+     He says I haven't far to reach
+       And that a gentleman
+     Must do things for his Mother
+       And be helpful as he can.
+
+     But Mother bends down just the same,--
+       She has to, don't you see?
+     For after she's said "Thank you, dear,"
+       She stoops and kisses me.
+
+
+TIME FOR EVERYTHING
+
+     There's a time to run and a time to walk;
+     There's a time for silence, a time for talk;
+     There's a time for work and a time for play;
+     There's a time for sleep at the close of day.
+     There's a time for everything you do,
+     For children and for grown-ups, too.
+     A time to stand up and a time to sit,--
+     But see that the time and actions fit.
+
+
+UMBRELLAS AND RUBBERS
+
+     Umbrellas and rubbers
+       You never forget,
+     Whenever it's raining
+       Or snowy or wet;
+
+     But if it should clear up,
+       While you are away,
+     Please bring them back home
+       For the next rainy day.
+
+
+WHISPERING IN SCHOOL
+
+     "Do not whisper" is a rule
+      You will find in every school,
+      And the reason here is given
+          In a rhyme:
+      For children all will chatter
+      About any little matter--
+      And there'd be a dreadful clatter,
+          All the time!
+
+
+RECESS
+
+         The romping boys
+         Make lots of noise,
+     And run and jump and laugh and shout,
+         While here and there,
+         With quiet air,
+     The girls in couples walk about.
+
+         A game begins,
+         But no one wins,
+     Although they play with might and main,
+         For long before
+         The game is o'er
+     The bell rings out for school again.
+
+
+AFTER SCHOOL
+
+     Although we like to go to school,
+       We're rather glad to put away
+     Our books and slates and other things,
+       When it is over for the day.
+
+     And off we go to play and romp,
+       While teacher, who is good and kind,
+     Is left behind all by herself--
+       But then, perhaps, she doesn't mind.
+
+
+MONDAY'S LESSONS
+
+     Study them well on Friday,
+       For it's much the better way,
+     Because when once they're finished
+       You've all Saturday for play.
+
+
+AT DINNER
+
+     No matter where we children are
+       We run in answer to the bell,
+     And dinner comes in piping hot;
+       It makes us hungry just to smell.
+
+     Poor Father sharpens up his knife,
+       And carves with all his might and main;
+     But long before he's had a bite
+       Our Willie's plate comes back again.
+
+     We eat our vegetables and meat,
+       For Mother, who is always right,
+     Says those who wish to have dessert,
+       Must show they have an appetite.
+
+     And when a Sunday comes around,
+       So very, very good we seem,
+     You'd think 'most any one could tell
+       That for dessert we'd have ice-cream.
+
+
+VALOR.
+
+BY LUCY FITCH PERKINS.
+
+     There isn't any giant
+       Within this forest grim,
+     And if there were, I wouldn't be
+       A bit afraid of him!
+
+
+A DOMESTIC TRAGEDY
+
+BY LUCY FITCH PERKINS
+
+     My doll, my doll, my Annabel,
+     She's really feeling far from well!
+     Her wig is gone, her eyes are out,
+     Her legs are left somewhere about,
+     Her arms were stolen by the pup,
+     The hens ate all her sawdust up,
+     So all that's really left of her
+     Is just her clothes and character.
+
+
+THE CAPITALIST.
+
+     I always buy at the lollipop-shop,
+       On the very first day of spring,
+     A bag of marbles, a spinning-top,
+       And a pocketful of string.
+
+
+IN MERRY ENGLAND.
+
+BY LUCY FITCH PERKINS.
+
+     In merry, merry England,
+       In the merry month of May,
+     Miss Mary Ella Montague
+       Went out in best array.
+     Her wise mama called out to her,
+       "My darling Mary Ella,
+     It looks like rain to-day, my dear;
+       You'd best take your umbrella!"
+     That silly girl she paid no heed
+       To her dear mother's call.
+     She walked at least six miles that day,
+       And it never rained at all!
+
+
+THE GOOSE GIRL.
+
+BY LUCY FITCH PERKINS.
+
+     Oh, I'm a goose, and you're a goose, and we're all geese together.
+     We wander over hill and dale, all in the sweet June weather,
+     While wise folk stay indoors and pore
+     O'er dusty books for learning lore.
+     How glad I am--how glad you are--that we're birds of a feather:
+     That you're a goose, and I'm a goose, and we're all geese together!
+
+
+THE PHILOSOPHER
+
+BY LUCY FITCH PERKINS
+
+     Let me make you acquainted with Mrs. O'Toole,
+     Though she's had little learning, she's nobody's fool,
+     She loves her fine geese, but when they are dead
+     She'll comfort herself with a new feather bed.
+
+
+EVERY-DAY VERSES
+
+BY ALDEN ARTHUR KNIPE
+
+PICTURES BY EMILIE BENSON KNIPE
+
+THIRSTY FLOWERS
+
+     I have a little wat'ring-pot,
+       It holds two quarts I think,
+     And when the days are very hot
+       I give the plants a drink.
+
+     They lift their heads as flowers should,
+       And look so green and gay;
+     I'm sure that if they only could,
+       "We thank you, Sir," they'd say.
+
+
+SHARING WITH OTHERS
+
+     Sometimes Mother gives to me
+     Such a lot of money--See!
+     But it's very hard to buy
+     All the things you'd like to try,
+     And you always share your penny
+     With a child who hasn't any.
+
+
+POCKETS
+
+         Pockets are fine
+         For marbles and twine,
+     For knives and rubber bands;
+         So, stuff them tight
+         From morning till night
+     With anything else but hands!
+
+
+WAITING FOR DINNER
+
+     When one is very hungry,
+       It's hard to wait, I know,
+     For minutes seem like hours
+       And the clock is always slow.
+
+     There isn't time to play a game,
+       You just sit down and wait,
+     While Mother says, "Be patient,
+       Our cook is never late."
+
+     It's best when one is hungry,
+       To think of other things,
+     For then, before you know it,
+       The bell for dinner rings.
+
+
+THE CRITIC
+
+     If only more people would write fewer books
+       How well pleased I would be!
+     If all the authors would change into cooks
+       'T would suit me perfectly.
+
+
+DIPLOMACY
+
+BY LUCY FITCH PERKINS
+
+     The Widow Hill has a fine plum-tree!
+     The Widow Hill is fond o' me.
+       I'll call on her to-day!
+     The plum-tree grows by her front door.
+     I've been meaning to call for a week or more
+       To pass the time o' day!
+
+
+IF I WERE QUEEN.
+
+BY LUCY FITCH PERKINS.
+
+     If I were Queen of Anywhere,
+       I'd have a golden crown,
+     And sit upon a velvet chair,
+       And wear a satin gown.
+     A Knight of noble pedigree
+       Should wait beside my seat,
+     To serve me upon bended knee
+       With things I like to eat.
+     I'd have bonbons and cherry pie,
+       Ice-cream and birthday cake,
+     And a page should always stay near by
+       To have my stomach-ache!
+
+
+THOUGHTS IN CHURCH
+
+BY LUCY FITCH PERKINS
+
+     Oh, to be a sailor
+       And sail to foreign lands--
+     To Greenland's icy mountains
+       And India's coral strands!
+     To sail upon the Ganges
+       And see the crocodile,
+     Where every prospect pleases,
+       And only man is vile.
+
+     I'd love to see the heathen
+       Bow down to wood and stone,
+     But his wicked graven image
+       I'd knock from off its throne!
+     The heathen-in-his-blindness
+       Should see a thing or two!
+     He'd know before I left him
+       What a Yankee boy can do!
+
+
+
+
+#THE DAYS OF THE WEEK#
+
+
+
+
+THIS IS THE WAY
+
+     This is the way we wash our clothes,
+       Wash our clothes,
+       Wash our clothes;
+     This is the way we wash our clothes,
+       So early Monday morning.
+
+     This is the way we iron our clothes,
+       Iron our clothes,
+       Iron our clothes;
+     This is the way we iron our clothes,
+       So early Tuesday morning.
+
+     This is the way we mend our shoes,
+       Mend our shoes,
+       Mend our shoes;
+     This is the way we mend our shoes,
+       So early Wednesday morning.
+
+     This is the way we visit our friends,
+       Visit our friends,
+       Visit our friends;
+     This is the way we visit our friends,
+       So early Thursday morning.
+
+     This is the way we sweep the house,
+       Sweep the house,
+       Sweep the house;
+     This is the way we sweep the house,
+       So early Friday morning.
+
+     This is the way we bake our cake,
+       Bake our cake,
+       Bake our cake;
+     This is the way we bake our cake,
+       So early Saturday morning.
+
+     This is the way we go to church,
+       Go to church,
+       Go to church;
+     This is the way we go to church,
+       So early Sunday morning.
+
+
+DAYS OF BIRTH
+
+     Monday's child is fair of face,
+     Tuesday's child is full of grace,
+
+     Wednesday's child is brave and glad,
+     Thursday's child is never bad,
+
+     Friday's child is loving and kind,
+     Saturday's child is clear in mind,
+
+     The child that is born on the Sabbath day
+     Is fair and wise and good and gay.
+
+
+THE WASHING
+
+     They that wash on Monday
+       Have all the week to dry;
+     They that wash on Tuesday
+       Are not so much awry;
+     They that wash on Wednesday
+       Are not so much to blame;
+     They that wash on Thursday
+       Wash for very shame;
+     They that wash on Friday
+       Wash because of need,
+     And they that wash on Saturday,
+       Oh, they are lazy indeed!
+
+
+SOLOMON GRUNDY
+
+     Solomon Grundy,
+     Born on a Monday,
+     Christened on Tuesday,
+     Married on Wednesday,
+     Took ill on Thursday,
+     Worse on Friday,
+     Died on Saturday,
+     Buried on Sunday:
+     This is the end
+     Of Solomon Grundy--
+     Born on a Monday,
+     Christened on Tuesday,
+     Married, _etc._
+
+
+BABY'S PLAY DAYS
+
+     How many days has my baby to play?
+     Saturday, Sunday, Monday,
+     Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday,
+     Saturday, Sunday, Monday.
+
+
+WHICH DO YOU CHOOSE?
+
+  [Illustration: BETTY LOU DOLLY POLLY SALLIE SUE]
+
+     "Oh, ho! little maidens, all in a row,
+      And each one wearing a butterfly bow.
+      Which is the prettiest, Betty, or Lou,
+      Dolly, or Polly, or Sallie, or Sue?
+      I do not know, so I'll have to ask you."
+
+
+SEVEN LITTLE MICE
+
+BY STELLA GEORGE STERN
+
+     Little-Mouse-Sunday found a great, big bun;
+     Little-Mouse-Monday wished that _he_ had one;
+     Little-Mouse-Tuesday was fat enough without;
+     Little-Mouse-Wednesday sat down to sulk and pout,
+     Said Little-Mouse-Thursday, "_I'll_ get one for myself!"
+     Said Little-Mouse-Friday, "There's another on the shelf";
+     Little-Mouse-Saturday began to beg and squeak;
+     "Come on!" said all the seven, "we've enough to last a week!"
+
+
+VISITING
+
+     "Good morning, Monday!
+     Tell me how is Tuesday?"
+     "Very well, Dame Wednesday.
+     Please to tell Miss Thursday,
+     Also little Saturday,
+     To call on Mister Sunday."
+
+
+LITTLE TOMMY'S MONDAY MORNING
+
+(_In a meter neither new nor difficult_)
+
+BY TUDOR JENKS
+
+      All was well on Sunday morning,
+      All was quiet Sunday evening;
+      But, behold, quite early Monday
+      Came a queer, surprising Weakness--
+      Weakness seizing little Tommy!
+      It came shortly after breakfast--
+      Breakfast with wheat-cakes and honey
+      Eagerly devoured by Tommy,
+      Who till then was well as could be.
+      Then, without a moment's warning,
+      Like a sneeze, that awful Aw-choo!
+      Came this Weakness on poor Tommy.
+     "Mother, dear," he whined, "dear mother,
+      I am feeling rather strangely--
+      Don't know what's the matter with me--
+      My right leg is out of kilter,
+      While my ear--my left ear--itches.
+      Don't you know that queerish feeling?"
+     "Not exactly," said his mother.
+     "Does your head ache, Tommy dearest?"
+      Little Thomas, always truthful,
+      Would not say his head was aching,
+      For, you know, it really wasn't.
+     "No, it doesn't _ache_," he answered
+      (Thinking of that noble story
+      Of the Cherry-tree and Hatchet);
+     "But I'm tired, and I'm sleepy,
+      And my shoulder's rather achy.
+      Don't you think perhaps I'd better
+      Stay at home with you, dear mother?"
+
+      Thoughtfully his mother questioned,
+     "How about your school, dear Tommy?
+      Do you wish to miss your lessons?"
+     "Well, you know," was Tommy's answer,
+     "Saturday we played at football;
+      I was tired in the evening,
+      So I didn't learn my lessons--
+      Left them all for Monday morning,
+      Monday morning bright and early--"
+     "And this morning you slept over?"
+      So his mother interrupted.
+     "Yes, mama," admitted Tommy.
+     "So I have not learned my lessons:
+      And I'd better wait till Tuesday.
+      Tuesday I can start in earnest--
+      Tuesday when I'm feeling brighter!"
+
+      Smilingly his mother eyed him,
+      Then she said, "Go ask your father--
+      You will find him in his study,
+      Adding up the week's expenses.
+      See what father says about it."
+
+      Toward the door went Tommy slowly,
+      Seized the knob as if to turn it.
+      Did not turn it; but, returning,
+      Back he came unto his mother.
+     "Mother," said he, very slowly,
+     "Mother, I don't feel so badly;
+      Maybe I'll get through my lessons.
+      Anyway, I think I'll risk it.
+      Have you seen my books, dear mother--
+      My Geography and Speller,
+      History and Definitions,--
+      Since I brought them home on Friday?"
+      No. His mother had not seen them.
+      Then began a search by Tommy.
+      Long he searched, almost despairing,
+      While the clock was striking loudly.
+      And at length when Tommy found them--
+      Found his books beneath the sofa--
+      He'd forgotten all his Weakness,
+      Pains and aches were quite forgotten.
+      At full speed he hastened schoolward.
+      But in vain, for he was tardy,
+      All because of that strange Weakness
+      He had felt on Monday morning.
+
+      Would you know the name that's given,
+      How they call that curious feeling?
+      'Tis the dreaded "Idon'twantto"--
+      Never fatal, but quite common
+      To the tribe of Very-lazy.
+      Would you know the charm that cures it--
+      Cures the Weakness "Idon'twantto"?
+      It is known as "Butyou'vegotto,"
+      And no boy should be without it.
+
+      Now you know the curious legend
+      Of the paleface little Tommy,
+      Of his Weakness and its curing
+      By the great charm "Butyou'vegotto."
+      Think of it on Monday mornings--
+      It will save you lots of trouble.
+
+
+St. Saturday
+
+BY HENRY JOHNSTONE
+
+     Oh, Friday night's the queen of nights, because it ushers in
+     The Feast of good St. Saturday, when studying is a sin,
+     When studying is a sin, boys, and we may go to play
+     Not only in the afternoon, but all the livelong day.
+
+     St. Saturday--so legends say--lived in the ages when
+     The use of leisure still was known and current among men;
+     Full seldom and full slow he toiled, and even as he wrought
+     He'd sit him down and rest awhile, immersed in pious thought.
+
+     He loved to fold his good old arms, to cross his good old knees,
+     And in a famous elbow-chair for hours he'd take his ease;
+     He had a word for old and young, and when the village boys
+     Came out to play, he'd smile on them and never mind the noise.
+
+     So when his time came, honest man, the neighbors all declared
+     That one of keener intellect could better have been spared,
+     By young and old his loss was mourned in cottage and in hall,
+     For if he'd done them little good, he'd done no harm at all.
+
+     In time they made a saint of him, and issued a decree--
+     Since he had loved his ease so well, and been so glad to see
+     The children frolic round him and to smile upon their play--
+     That school boys for his sake should have a weekly holiday.
+
+     They gave his name unto the day, that as the years roll by
+     His memory might still be green; and that's the reason why
+     We speak his name with gratitude, and oftener by far
+     Than that of any other saint in all the calendar.
+
+     Then, lads and lassies, great and small, give ear to what I say--
+     Refrain from work on Saturdays as strictly as you may;
+     So shall the saint your patron be and prosper all you do--
+     And when examinations come he'll see you safely through.
+
+
+
+
+#NUMBER RHYMES#
+
+
+
+
+1, 2, 3, 4, 5
+
+           One
+           Two
+           Three
+           Four
+           Five
+     I caught a hare alive.
+
+           Six
+           Seven
+           Eight
+           Nine
+           Ten
+     I let it go again.
+
+
+OVER IN THE MEADOW
+
+BY OLIVE A. WADSWORTH
+
+     Over in the meadow,
+       In the sand, in the sun,
+     Lived an old mother toad
+       And her little toadie one.
+     "Wink!" said the mother;
+       "I wink," said the one:
+     So she winked and she blinked
+       In the sand, in the sun.
+
+     Over in the meadow,
+       Where the stream runs blue,
+     Lived an old mother fish
+       And her little fishes two.
+     "Swim!" said the mother;
+       "We swim," said the two:
+     So they swam and they leaped
+       Where the stream runs blue.
+
+     Over in the meadow,
+       In a hole in a tree,
+     Lived a mother bluebird
+       And her little birdies three.
+     "Sing!" said the mother;
+       "We sing," said the three:
+     So they sang and were glad
+       In the hole in the tree.
+
+     Over in the meadow,
+       In the reeds on the shore,
+     Lived a mother muskrat
+       And her little ratties four.
+     "Dive!" said the mother;
+       "We dive," said the four:
+     So they dived and they burrowed
+       In the reeds on the shore.
+
+     Over in the meadow,
+       In a snug beehive,
+     Lived a mother honeybee
+       And her little honeys five.
+     "Buzz!" said the mother;
+       "We buzz," said the five:
+     So they buzzed and they hummed
+       In the snug beehive.
+
+     Over in the meadow,
+       In a nest built of sticks,
+     Lived a black mother crow
+       And her little crows six.
+     "Caw!" said the mother;
+       "We caw," said the six:
+     So they cawed and they cawed
+       In their nest built of sticks.
+
+     Over in the meadow,
+       Where the grass is so even,
+     Lived a gray mother cricket
+       And her little crickets seven.
+     "Chirp!" said the mother;
+       "We chirp," said the seven:
+     So they chirped cheery notes
+       In the grass soft and even.
+
+     Over in the meadow,
+       By the old mossy gate,
+     Lived a brown mother lizard
+       And her little lizards eight.
+     "Bask!" said the mother;
+       "We bask!" said the eight:
+     So they basked in the sun
+       By the old mossy gate.
+
+     Over in the meadow,
+       Where the clear pools shine,
+     Lived a green mother frog
+       And her little froggies nine.
+     "Croak!" said the mother;
+       "We croak," said the nine:
+     So they croaked and they splashed
+       Where the clear pools shine.
+
+     Over in the meadow,
+       In a sly little den,
+     Lived a gray mother spider
+       And her little spiders ten.
+     "Spin!" said the mother;
+       "We spin," said the ten:
+     So they spun lace webs
+       In their sly little den.
+
+     Over in the meadow,
+       In the soft summer even,
+     Lived a mother firefly
+       And her little flies eleven.
+     "Shine!" said the mother;
+       "We shine," said the eleven:
+     So they shone like stars
+       In the soft summer even.
+
+     Over in the meadow,
+       Where the men dig and delve,
+     Lived a wise mother ant
+       And her little anties twelve.
+     "Toil!" said the mother;
+       "We toil," said the twelve:
+     So they toiled and were wise
+       Where the men dig and delve.
+
+
+COUNTING APPLE-SEEDS
+
+     One, I love,
+     Two, I love,
+     Three, I love, I say,
+     Four, I love with all my heart,
+     And five, I cast away;
+     Six, he loves,
+     Seven, she loves,
+     Eight, they both love;
+     Nine, he comes,
+     Ten, he tarries,
+     Eleven, he courts,
+     Twelve, he marries;
+     Thirteen, wishes,
+     Fourteen, kisses,
+     All the rest little witches.
+
+
+TWINS
+
+BY LUCY FITCH PERKINS
+
+     Here's a baby! Here's another!
+     A sister and her infant brother.
+     Which is which 'tis hard to tell,
+     But "mother" knows them very well.
+
+
+THE RHYME OF TEN LITTLE RABBITS
+
+BY KATE N. MYTINGER
+
+     1 little rabbit, =one=
+     went out in the field to run.
+
+     2 little rabbits, =two=
+     Said they didn't know what to do.
+
+     3 little rabbits, =three=
+     Said: "Let us climb a tree."
+
+     4 little rabbits, =four=
+     Said: "Let's swing on the old barn door."
+
+     5 little rabbits, =five=
+     Said: "We're glad just to be alive."
+
+     6 little rabbits, =six=
+     Said: "We like to pick up sticks."
+
+     7 little rabbits, =seven=
+     Said: "We wish we were eleven."
+
+     8 little rabbits, =eight=
+     Said: "Come let us run through the gate."
+
+     9 little rabbits, =nine=
+     Said: "Then let us form in line."
+
+     10 little rabbits, =ten=
+     all got in line--and then--wasn't it fun to see them run?
+
+
+IN JULY.
+
+BY A. S. WEBBER.
+
+               10
+     Ten little fire crackers
+       Standing in a line,
+     One thought he'd light a match
+             Then--
+       There were nine.
+
+               9
+     Nine little fire crackers
+       Walking very straight,
+     One caught an engine spark
+             Then--
+       There were eight.
+
+               8
+     Eight little fire crackers
+       Trying to spell "LEAVEN,"
+     One went too near the gas,
+             Then--
+       There were seven.
+
+               7
+     Seven little fire crackers
+       Cutting up tricks,
+     One played with lighted punk
+             Then--
+       There were six.
+
+               6
+     Six little fire crackers
+       Glad they are alive,
+     One went to have a smoke
+             Then
+       There were five.
+
+               5
+     Five little fire crackers
+       Wishing there were more,
+     One went to find a friend
+             Then
+       There were four.
+
+               4
+     Four little fire crackers
+       Merry as could be,
+     One played upon the hearth
+             Then
+       There were three.
+
+               3
+     Three little fire crackers
+       Puzzled what to do,
+     One started the kitchen fire
+             Then
+       There were two.
+
+               2
+     Two little fire crackers
+       Looking for some fun,
+     One met a little boy
+             Then
+       There was one.
+
+               1
+     One little fire cracker
+       Sat him down to cry,
+     'Tis such a risky thing
+             To live
+             In July.
+
+
+The Wish of Priscilla Penelope Powers
+
+      Priscilla Penelope Powers one day
+      Took tea at a neighbor's just over the way.
+      Two pieces of pie they urged her to take,
+      And seven whole slices of chocolate cake!
+     "Oh, dear," sighed Priscilla Penelope Powers,
+     "I wish I was your little girl 'stead of ours!"
+
+                              _Mrs. John T Van Sant._
+
+
+Winklelman Von Winkel
+
+     Winkelman Von Winkel is the wisest man alive,
+     He Knows that one and one make two, and two and three make five;
+     He knows that water runs down hill, that the sun sets in the west,
+     And that for winter weather wear, one's winter clothes are best;
+     In fact, he does not mingle much with common folk around,
+     Because his learning is so great--his wisdom so profound.
+
+                              _Clara Odell Lyon._
+
+
+TEN LITTLE COOKIES
+
+     Ten little cookies, brown and crisp and fine--
+     Grandma gave Baby one; then there were nine.
+
+     Nine little cookies on a china plate--
+     Betty took a small one; then there were eight.
+
+     Eight little cookies, nice and round and even--
+     The butcher boy ate one; then there were seven.
+
+     Seven little cookies, much liked by chicks--
+     The old hen ate one, then there were six.
+
+     Six little cookies, when grandma went to drive--
+     Betty had another one; then there were five.
+
+     Five little cookies, placed too near the door--
+     The little doggie ate one; then there were four.
+
+     Four little cookies, brown as brown could be--
+     Grandma took one for herself, then there were three.
+
+     Three little cookies--when grandpa said, "I too,
+     Would like a very little one", then there were two.
+
+     Two little cookies--fast did Betty run
+     To give one to her mamma; then there was one.
+
+     One little cooky--and now our story is done,
+     Baby Jane ate the last, then there was none.
+
+
+OUR BABY
+
+     One head with curly hair,
+     Two arms so fat and bare,
+     Two hands and one wee nose,
+     Two feet with ten pink toes,
+     Skin soft and smooth as silk,
+     When clean, 'tis white as milk.
+
+
+LONG TIME AGO
+
+BY ELIZABETH PRENTISS
+
+     Once there was a little Kitty,
+       White as the snow;
+     In a barn she used to frolic,
+       Long time ago.
+
+     In the barn a little mousie
+       Ran to and fro,
+     For she heard the little Kitty,
+       Long time ago.
+
+     Two black eyes had little Kitty,
+       Black as a sloe;
+     And they spied the little mousie,
+       Long time ago.
+
+     Four soft paws had little Kitty,
+       Paws soft as snow;
+     And they caught the little mousie,
+       Long time ago.
+
+     Nine pearl teeth had little Kitty,
+       All in a row;
+     And they bit the little mousie,
+       Long time ago.
+
+     When the teeth bit little mousie,
+       Mousie cried out, "Oh!"
+     But she slipped away from Kitty,
+       Long time ago.
+
+
+BUCKLE MY SHOE
+
+     One, Two--buckle my shoe;
+     Three, Four--open the door;
+     Five, Six--pick up sticks;
+     Seven, Eight--lay them straight;
+     Nine, Ten--a good fat hen;
+     Eleven, Twelve--I hope you're well;
+     Thirteen, Fourteen--draw the curtain;
+     Fifteen, Sixteen--the maid's in the kitchen;
+     Seventeen, Eighteen--she's in waiting;
+     Nineteen, Twenty--my stomach's empty.
+
+
+  [Illustration: "AH, AH! SO THAT'S WHERE HE BURIES HIS OLD BONES!"]
+
+
+
+
+#STORIES _for_ LITTLE GIRLS#
+
+
+
+
+A PAIR OF GLOVES
+
+BY H. G. DURYÉE
+
+The little girls who lived on Amity Street all wore mittens when they
+went to school in winter. Nobody's mother ever thought of anything else
+to keep small hands warm. Some mothers or grandmothers crocheted them,
+and some knit them with fancy stitches down the back, or put other mark
+of distinction upon them; but they were always mittens, and were always
+fastened to a long ribbon or piece of braid or knitted rein, so that
+they might not get lost, one from the other.
+
+This connecting-link frequently gave rise to confusion, for when two
+little girls put their arms around each other's necks as they walked to
+school, they sometimes got tangled up in the mitten string and had to
+duck and turn and bump heads before the right string was again resting
+on the right shoulder. But as it was possible to laugh a great deal and
+lose one's breath while this was going on, it was rather an advantage
+than otherwise, and little girls who were special chums were pretty sure
+to manage a tangle every other day at least.
+
+Clarabel Bradley did her tangling and untangling with Josephine Brown,
+who lived at the end of Amity Street. They both went to the same school
+and were in the same class. They waited for each other in the morning,
+and came home together, and shared each other's candy and ginger cookies
+whenever there were any, and took firm sides together whenever the
+school-yard was the scene of dispute.
+
+But into this intimacy came a pair of gloves, almost wrecking it.
+
+The gloves were sent by Clarabel's aunt, who was young and pretty and
+taught school in a large city; and they came done up in white
+tissue-paper inside a box with gilt trimming around the edges and a
+picture on the center of the cover. Taken out of the paper, they
+revealed all their alluring qualities. They were of a beautiful glossy
+brown kid with soft woolly linings and real fur around the wrists, and
+they fastened with bright gilded clasps.
+
+With them was a note which said:
+
+     For Clarabel, with love from her Aunt Bessie. =Not to be kept for
+     Sundays, but worn every day.=
+
+And the last sentence was underscored.
+
+Clarabel's mother looked doubtful as she read the message. Such gloves
+were an extravagance even for best--and mittens were warmer. But when
+she encountered Clarabel's shining eyes she smiled and gave in.
+
+So Clarabel took the gloves to her room that night, and slept with them
+on the foot-board of her bed, where she could see them the first thing
+when she waked; and in the morning she put them on and started for
+school.
+
+One hand was held rigidly by her side, but the other was permitted to
+spread its fingers widely over the book she carried. Both were well in
+view if she looked down just a little. Passers-by might see; all Amity
+Street might see; best of all, Josephine might see!
+
+But Josephine, waiting at the corner, beheld and was impressed to the
+point of speechlessness. Whereupon Clarabel dropped her book, and had to
+pick it up with both hands. The furry wrists revealed themselves fully.
+
+Josephine found her voice.
+
+"You've got some new gloves," she said.
+
+"Yes; my Aunt Bessie sent them."
+
+"Aren't they pretty!"
+
+"I think so, and they're lots nicer than mittens. I'm not going to wear
+my mittens again."
+
+Josephine looked down at her own chubby hands. Her mittens were red this
+winter, with a red-and-green fringe around the wrists. Only that
+morning she had admired them. Now they looked fat and clumsy and
+altogether unattractive; but she wasn't going to admit that to any one
+else.
+
+  [Illustration: "CLARABEL DROPPED HER BOOK, AND HAD TO PICK IT UP WITH
+  BOTH HANDS."]
+
+"I like mittens best," she said stoutly,--"for school, anyway," she
+added, and gave Clarabel more of the sidewalk.
+
+"My Aunt Bessie said specially that these were to wear to school." And
+Clarabel walked nearer the fence.
+
+Josephine was hard put to it--Clarabel's manner had become so superior.
+
+"I don't think your Aunt Bessie knows everything, even if she does teach
+school in a big city. My mother says she's too young to--"
+
+What she was too young to do was not allowed to be explained; for
+Clarabel, with a color in her face that rivaled Josephine's mittens, had
+faced her.
+
+"My Aunt Bessie's lovely, and I won't listen to another word against
+her, not another one--so there!"
+
+Then she turned, with a queer feeling in her throat, and ran down the
+street to catch up with another little girl who was on ahead.
+
+Josephine swung her books and walked as if she didn't care.
+
+Clarabel overtook the little girl, who was all smiling appreciation of
+the new gloves, and was overtaken by other little girls who added
+themselves to the admiring group. But somehow her triumphal progress was
+strangely unsatisfactory; the glory was dimmed.
+
+At recess, Josephine paired off with Milly Smith, who stood first in
+geography and wore two curly feathers in her hat. Clarabel shared her
+cookies with Minnie Cater, because it didn't matter who helped eat them
+if it wasn't Josephine. Neither spoke to the other, and at noontime they
+walked home on different sides of the street.
+
+Perhaps that was why in the afternoon Clarabel lost her place in the
+reader and failed on so many examples in arithmetic that she was told
+she must stay after school.
+
+Usually there would have been several to keep her company, but on this
+day there was no one else,--even Angelina Maybelle Remington had got
+through without disaster,--and Clarabel, wistful-eyed, saw the other
+girls file out.
+
+At another time Josephine would have stayed; she always did when
+Clarabel had to, as Clarabel did when she was in like need. But to-night
+she filed out with the rest, and Clarabel, with a sense of desertion,
+bent over her problems of men and hay to mow, men and potatoes to dig,
+men and miles of railroad to build.
+
+The noise of scurrying feet grew fainter, the sound of children's voices
+died away. The room settled into stillness, except for the solemn tick
+of the clock and the scratching of Clarabel's pencil on the slate. There
+were fractions in the problems, and fractions were always hard for
+Clarabel. Her pencil stopped often while she frowned at the curly-tailed
+figures. In one of these pauses the door squeaked open a little way. It
+squeaked again, and some one sidled into the room; it was Josephine.
+
+"Please may I go to my seat?" she asked.
+
+"Certainly," said the teacher, and watched her curiously.
+
+She tiptoed to the back seat, fumbled for a few minutes in her desk,
+then slipped to a seat a few rows farther in front; then to another and
+another, till she had reached the row in which Clarabel sat.
+
+Clarabel, though she was bending over her slate, had heard every
+hesitating move, and when the last halt was made she shook her curls
+back from her eyes, looked around, and dimpled into smiles.
+
+The teacher, watching, waited to see what would happen next. Nothing
+did, except that the two little girls sat and smiled and smiled and
+smiled as if they never would stop.
+
+Presently the teacher herself smiled and spoke. She had a very sweet
+voice sometimes--one that seemed to hint at happy secrets. That was the
+way it sounded now.
+
+"Would you like to help Clarabel, Josephine?" she asked. "You may if you
+wish to."
+
+"If she'll let me," answered Josephine, her eyes fixed on Clarabel's
+face.
+
+"I would love to have her," said Clarabel, _her_ eyes on Josephine. And
+instantly the one narrow seat became large enough for two.
+
+For ten minutes more there was great scratching of slate-pencils and
+much whispering and some giggling. Then with cheerful clatter the slate
+was borne to the platform. The teacher looked at the little girls more
+than at the examples. "I'm sure they're right," she said. "Now, off to
+your homes--both of you!"
+
+"Good night," said Clarabel.
+
+"Good night," said Josephine.
+
+"Good night, dear little girls," said the teacher.
+
+There was a soft swish of dresses and the children had reached the
+dressing-room. Within its familiar narrowness, Josephine hesitated and
+fingered her cloak-buttons.
+
+"I think your Aunt Bessie"--it was very slow speech for Josephine--"is
+ever so nice and knows a lot."
+
+"Oh!" bubbled Clarabel, joyously, "I do love the color of your mittens!
+Don't you--don't you"--she finished with a rush--"want to let me wear
+them home and you wear my gloves?"
+
+Josephine put aside the dazzling offer.
+
+"Your gloves are prettier and you ought to wear them."
+
+Clarabel thought a minute, a shadow in her eyes.
+
+"I know what," she declared, the shadow vanishing. "You wear one glove
+and mitten and I'll wear the other glove and mitten!"
+
+"Oh!" said Josephine, with a rapturous hug, "that will be splendid!"
+
+And thus they scampered home, the two mittened hands holding each other
+tight, while the two gloved hands were gaily waved high in the air with
+each fresh outburst of laughter from the little schoolmates.
+
+
+A VERY LITTLE STORY OF A VERY LITTLE GIRL
+
+BY ALICE E. ALLEN
+
+Molly was such a little girl that she didn't seem big enough to have a
+party all her own with truly ice-cream in it. But she had asked for one
+so many times that at last Mother decided to give her one. And the party
+was to be a surprise to Molly herself.
+
+Early that afternoon Molly wanted to go for a little visit to Miss
+Eleanor. Miss Eleanor lived up Molly's street, in a white house with
+apple-green blinds. Molly often went all alone.
+
+Miss Eleanor was always so sunny and full of songs and stories and games
+that Molly loved her next best to Father and Mother and Baby.
+
+"You may go, dear," said Mother, "if you will come home exactly at three
+o'clock."
+
+"You always say exactly three o'clock, Mother," said Molly.
+
+"Well, five minutes after three, then," laughed Mother. "And, Molly, so
+that you won't forget this time, all the way to Miss Eleanor's, say over
+and over, 'Five minutes after three.' Then, just as soon as you get
+there, say the words quickly to Miss Eleanor, 'Five minutes after
+three.'"
+
+"Five minutes after three," said Molly; "I can remember that."
+
+"That will give me plenty of time to get ready for the party," thought
+Mother.
+
+Up the street with her white parasol flew Molly. "Five minutes after
+three," she said over and over in a whisper until she began to sing it.
+"Five minutes after three," she sang until she stopped a moment on the
+bridge to see some boys fishing. Just about there, a big dog who was a
+friend of Molly's ran out to say, "Good afternoon."
+
+"Oh, Fritzie," cried Molly, "I'm going to Miss Eleanor's to make her a
+visit. Want to come?"
+
+But Fritz had the house to look after. So Molly gave him a hug and ran
+along.
+
+"Three minutes after five," sang Molly; "three minutes after five," over
+and over until she ran into Miss Eleanor's sunny little sitting-room.
+
+"Three minutes after five," cried Molly; "that's how long I can stay.
+Won't that be nice?"
+
+"Why, it's little Molly!" cried Miss Eleanor, "I'm all alone and so glad
+to have company! We'll hear the clock strike five. Then, if you put on
+your wraps, you'll be all ready to start home at three minutes past."
+
+It seemed a very very short time to Molly before the little clock struck
+five.
+
+"There, deary," said Miss Eleanor. "Put on your things and hurry right
+along!"
+
+Molly put on her hat and coat. Then she kissed Miss Eleanor and hurried
+down the street.
+
+When she reached the corner, she saw that the parlor at home was all
+lighted. And out of it came such a hubbub of little voices all laughing
+and talking that Molly ran faster than ever.
+
+At the door she met Mother.
+
+  [Illustration: "SHE STOPPED FOR A MOMENT ON THE BRIDGE."]
+
+"Oh, Molly, _where_ have you been?" cried Mother. "I couldn't go after
+you because I couldn't leave Baby. And I couldn't take him."
+
+Molly scarcely heard. "Oh, Mother, Mother," she cried, "it looks like a
+party. And it sounds like one. Is it a party, Mother?"
+
+"Yes," said Mother, "your own little party, Molly. And you're the only
+one who is late. How could you forget?"
+
+"But I didn't forget, Mother," cried Molly, hurrying out of her coat,
+"truly I didn't. Every step of the way I said it, and I said it to Miss
+Eleanor the very first thing."
+
+"What did you say?" asked Mother.
+
+"_Three minutes after five_," said Molly.
+
+Mother laughed. "Why, Molly dear, you got the hour and minutes turned
+around. I said _five_ minutes after _three_. Well, never mind. Run along
+just as you are. It's a lovely party, dear, with truly ice-cream in
+it."
+
+
+EDITH'S TEA-PARTY
+
+BY LOIS WALTERS
+
+Edith was a little girl who was just learning to write. Her mother told
+her one day that she could have a tea-party on the next Tuesday, if the
+weather was fine, and that she could invite her little friend Helen, who
+lived on the same street, though not very far away; but she must write
+the letter to ask Helen to come. So, Edith got up at her mother's
+writing-desk and took some of her own writing paper, and began to write.
+She could make the letters but she could not spell very well. She asked
+her mother how to spell the words and then she wrote them down. And this
+is the letter she wrote:
+
+  [Illustration: hand-written letter
+
+  Dear Helen,
+
+  Mamma says I May ask you to come
+  to my tea party next Tuesday at four oclock
+  Bring your dolly.
+
+                your loving friend.
+                     Edith]
+
+Then she sealed the letter in the envelop, and put a stamp on it, and
+stood on the front piazza so as to give it to the postman herself.
+
+When Tuesday came, Edith's nurse dressed her in a fresh, white frock,
+and Edith dressed her dolly in her best dress, and went out under the
+trees where her nurse had set the table for two. And then she sat in a
+chair at the table and waited. But the big town clock struck four and no
+Helen came; and then she waited for half an hour longer. Then Edith put
+her dolly down on the chair and went in the house to find her mother.
+
+"Mama," she said, "I think Helen is very rude, she doesn't come to my
+party and I invited her!"
+
+  [Illustration: EDITH WAITING FOR HELEN.]
+
+"Just wait a little longer, dear," said her mother, "and she will come.
+Maybe her nurse was busy dressing Helen's little sister and brother and
+couldn't get her ready in time."
+
+"But I invited her," was all Edith could say; "but I invited her, and
+she doesn't come."
+
+Then her mother went to the telephone and called up Helen's mother. In a
+moment she came back.
+
+"Edith, dear," she said, "what day did you write Helen to come? Her
+mother says she thought it was to be Thursday, and so did Helen, and
+this is only Tuesday."
+
+"But I _did_ say Tuesday, mama," said Edith, who was almost ready to
+cry. "I remember because that was the hardest word to spell, and I think
+I made a blot when I wrote it."
+
+"Well, never mind, dear; Helen is getting ready now and will be over in
+a few minutes," said her mama.
+
+And Edith was very happy, and ran out to the tea-table under the trees
+with her doll to wait.
+
+But she did not have to wait very long this time, for in a little while
+Helen came running across the lawn carrying her doll; and so happy were
+both little girls that Edith forgot all about the long time she had been
+waiting for Helen to come.
+
+  [Illustration: HELEN AND HER DOLLY.]
+
+Helen wanted Edith to know that she had not been rude in staying away,
+so she brought with her the letter Edith had sent to her, so she could
+show it to Edith. And there, sure enough, the word "Tuesday" was written
+so badly that it looked more like "Thursday," and that was why Helen did
+not think she was expected on this day.
+
+Well, the very first thing they did was to undress their dolls and put
+them to sleep under one of the bushes on the lawn--in the shade, so that
+the sun would not hurt their eyes, and so that the wax would not be
+melted from their cheeks. Edith put her napkin over both dolls for a
+comforter, for you never know when it will blow up cold, and little
+girls have to be as careful of their dolls as their own mothers are!
+
+Very soon the maid came out with cookies and lady-fingers and
+make-believe tea, and another napkin to take the place of the one Edith
+had put over the dolls, and they had tea. Then the two little girls and
+Edith's nurse had a nice game of croquet, and they had a lovely
+tea-party after all, and Edith forgot all about waiting so long for
+Helen to come.
+
+But Edith never again made a mistake when she spelled "Tuesday."
+
+
+REBECCA
+
+BY ELEANOR PIATT
+
+  [Illustration: "OH, DOCTOR! COME QUICK! REBECCA HAS A CHILL!"]
+
+     I have a doll, Rebecca,
+       She's quite a little care,
+     I have to press her ribbons
+       And comb her fluffy hair.
+
+     I keep her clothes all mended,
+       And wash her hands and face,
+     And make her frocks and aprons,
+       All trimmed in frills and lace.
+
+     I have to cook her breakfast,
+       And pet her when she's ill;
+     And telephone the doctor
+       When Rebecca has a chill.
+
+     Rebecca doesn't like that,
+       And says she's well and strong;
+     And says she'll try--oh! very hard,
+       To be good all day long.
+
+     But when night comes, she's nodding;
+       So into bed we creep
+     And snuggle up together,
+       And soon are fast asleep.
+
+     I have no other dolly,
+       For you can plainly see,
+     In caring for Rebecca,
+       I'm busy as can be!
+
+
+DOROTHEA'S SCHOOL GIFTS
+
+BY EUNICE WARD
+
+"It seems very queer," said Dorothea thoughtfully, "people who are going
+to do something nice always have presents given them, but people who are
+going to do something horrid never get a thing, and they need it twice
+as much."
+
+"As for instance?" said her father, laying down his paper and drawing
+her onto his knee, while the rest of the family prepared to give the
+customary amused attention to their youngest's remarks.
+
+  [Illustration: "'YOU KNOW SCHOOL BEGINS NEXT WEEK,' SAID DOROTHEA."]
+
+"Well, when Cousin Edith went to Europe we all gave her presents to take
+with her, and when she came home lots of people sent her flowers.
+Anita's been getting cups and things ever since she was engaged, and
+last spring, when Florence graduated, almost all the family gave her
+something; and when Mary Bowman was confirmed she got a lovely white
+prayer-book and a gold cross and chain. But when people are going to do
+what they hate to do, they're left out in the cold."
+
+"What are you going to do that you don't like, Baby?" asked Florence.
+
+"Why, you know, school begins again next week," said Dorothea. "It makes
+me feel quite mournful, and I don't see anything to cheer me up and make
+it interesting for me." A little smile was hidden in the corners of her
+mouth although her tone was as doleful as possible.
+
+"If you were going to boarding-school--" began Anita, who was apt to
+take everything seriously.
+
+"Then I'd have lots of things," interrupted Dorothea. "New clothes and a
+trunk and a bag, and you'd all come to see me off, and it would be
+interesting. But I'm going to work just as hard here at day-school, and
+yet I've got to bear it, all by myself."
+
+Her father pinched her ear, and her big brother Jim offered to have a
+bunch of roses placed on her desk at school if that would make her feel
+better, while her two sisters looked at each other as though the same
+idea had occurred to them both.
+
+       *       *       *
+
+On the morning of the first day of school, Dorothea was suddenly
+awakened by a loud ting-a-ling-a-ling. She sat up in bed and rubbed her
+eyes. The room was flooded with morning light and the brass knobs on her
+bed gleamed cheerfully at her and seemed to say: "Get up, get up!" Now
+Dorothea was a "sleepyhead" and had seldom been known to get up when
+first awakened. It usually took at least three calls from her mother or
+the girls, and sometimes Jim stole in and administered a "cold pig,"
+that is, a few drops of chilly water squeezed upon her neck from a
+sponge, before she was ready to leave her comfortable bed.
+
+"It's an alarm clock," thought Dorothea. "But where is it?" Her eyes
+traveled sleepily around the room but saw nothing that had not been
+there the night before. The ting-a-ling-a-ling sounded once more. "It's
+in this room somewhere!" she exclaimed, bouncing out of bed. She looked
+on bureau, washstand, bookcase, and window-seat, and then jumped, for
+the loud ting-a-ling came almost from underneath her feet. She hastily
+lifted the drooping cover of a little table that stood near the window,
+and there on the edge of the lower shelf stood an alarm-clock of the
+ordinary pattern but of rather extraordinary appearance, owing to a
+large yellow paper ruff which encircled its face.
+
+"How did it get there?" exclaimed Dorothea in astonishment; and as she
+gazed the clock burst forth with another loud ting-a-ling.
+
+"Isn't it ever going to stop doing that?" she said, lifting it as she
+spoke. The yellow ruff seemed to have something written on it, so she
+took it off and, smoothing it out, read:
+
+     DEAR DOLLY: Happy school-day! After much earnest consideration I
+     have selected this as a suitable reminder of this joyful (?)
+     anniversary. It will continue to remind you five mornings in the
+     week, thereby saving your family much wear and tear, for it will be
+     properly wound and set every night by
+
+                              Your affectionate brother,
+                                                       JIM.
+
+     P.S. When you are sufficiently aroused, press the lever and the
+     alarm will stop.
+
+  [Illustration: Dorothea was a "sleepyhead"]
+
+"It's one of those awful clocks that go off every minute!" said
+Dorothea, carefully examining it to find the lever. She almost dropped
+it when it began another of its loud and long rings, but she soon found
+and pressed the lever and thereafter the clock was silent except for its
+customary tick.
+
+"I don't believe I shall ask anybody to give me presents any more," she
+said, eying Jim's "reminder" with disfavor. But she changed her mind a
+little later when, on looking for a clean handkerchief, she discovered a
+flat square box tied with blue ribbon, and, opening it, saw half a dozen
+handkerchiefs with narrow blue borders and a little blue D in the
+corner. On the top was Cousin Edith's visiting-card, on the back of
+which was printed in fantastic letters:
+
+     Dear Dolly: Use a handkerchief
+     Whenever you're inclined to sniff.
+     But with this band of blue I think
+     They don't need polka-dots of ink.
+
+It was a constant wonder to the household what Dorothea did with her
+handkerchiefs when she was at school. In vain she protested that she
+didn't wipe her pen on them, and she didn't use them as blotters or to
+wash out her ink-well; but, nevertheless, black stains almost always
+appeared upon them, and Florence insisted that the family had to buy an
+extra pint of milk a day to take out all these ink-stains. Cousin Edith
+was too frequent a visitor not to know all the family plans and jokes,
+and Dolly, as she laughed and shook out one of the blue-bordered
+squares, resolved that "polka-dots" should be conspicuous by their
+absence, for Edith would be sure to know.
+
+She entered the breakfast room just as the family were sitting down to
+the table.
+
+"Behold the effects of my generosity and fore-thought!" exclaimed Jim
+waving his hand toward her. "Our Youngest is in time for breakfast!"
+
+"Many happy returns of the day, small sister," said Anita, just as if it
+was her birthday, kissing her good morning and slipping a little hard
+package into her hand. "Bob sends you this with his love."
+
+"I don't mind returns of the day when it's like this," said Dorothea,
+opening the package and at the same time spying a couple of tissue-paper
+parcels lying beside her plate. Inside was a small chamois-skin case out
+of which slid a little pearl-handled penknife. The accompanying card
+bore the name of her future brother-in-law, and also these words:
+
+     I hesitate to offer you
+       This knife, for I shall be
+     Afraid that if you cut yourself
+       You straightway will cut me.
+
+"How long did it take Bob to execute that masterpiece?" inquired Jim as
+Dorothea read it aloud.
+
+"You're jealous," she said. "Yours wasn't half so lovely as Cousin
+Edith's and Bob's. It wasn't poetry at all."
+
+"I left all the eloquence to my gift itself," answered Jim, helping
+himself to an orange.
+
+Dorothea paid no attention to him, for she was opening a small package
+fastened by a rubber band. It was a silver-mounted eraser with a tiny
+brush at one end. The inclosed note read:
+
+     This advice I must repeat;
+     Spare the rub and spoil the sheet.
+     If you can't restrain your speed,
+     This will prove a friend in need.
+
+Dolly joined rather shamefacedly in the general smile, as she thanked
+Florence, whose writing she had recognized. She was very apt to postpone
+her work until the last minute, and then rush through it as fast as
+possible; her compositions suffered from the many careless mistakes that
+she was always in too much of a hurry to correct, while her drawings
+belonged to what Jim called the "slap-dash school."
+
+"We shall know by the amount of rubber left at the end of the term
+whether you have taken my valuable advice," said Florence. "What's in
+that other package, Baby? I know it is Anita's by the extreme elegance
+of its appearance."
+
+  [Illustration: "'MANY HAPPY RETURNS OF THE DAY, SMALL SISTER,' SAID
+  ANITA."]
+
+Dorothea opened an oblong package tied with green ribbon and found a set
+of blotters fastened to a dark green suède cover ornamented with an
+openwork design of four-leaf clovers, and a pen-wiper to match. On top
+lay a slip of paper on which was written in Anita's pretty hand:
+
+     Wishing "Our Youngest" good luck and a happy school year.
+
+"I'm not good at verses, so you'll have to be content with plain prose,"
+said Anita, and Dorothea assured her that she was quite satisfied.
+
+"Half past eight, Dolly," said her mother when breakfast was over. "It
+is time you started."
+
+"Oh, not yet, mother," said Dorothea the Dawdler. "It only takes me
+fifteen minutes."
+
+"Now, see here," said Jim; "what do you suppose stirring young
+business-men like your father and brother are lingering until the nine
+o'clock train for, unless it is to see you off for school? We want to
+give you as good a send-off as possible, for you're going to be absent
+four whole hours, but we can't,--unless you do your part and begin to go
+pretty soon. I don't believe you've got all your books together, as it
+is."
+
+  [Illustration: "'LEND ME YOUR PENCILS, WON'T YOU, JIM?' SAID DOROTHEA."]
+
+"Yes, I have," answered Dorothea triumphantly. "They are all on the hall
+table, for I put them there last night. Oh, gracious!" she exclaimed
+blankly: "I forgot to see whether I had any pencils! I don't believe I
+have one! Jim, lend me yours, won't you? Just for to-day."
+
+"Lend you my most cherished possession? Never!" said Jim, placing his
+hand dramatically over his breast pocket.
+
+"Then, Daddy, won't you please lend me yours?"
+
+"Trot along, trot along!" said her father; and Dorothea, not knowing
+quite what to make of having her demands thus ignored, put on her big
+sailor hat and started to gather up her books. On top of the pile was a
+slender inlaid box under a card bearing the words, "For Dolly, from
+Father." Pushing back the sliding cover, Dorothea saw that the box
+contained a row of pencils, all beautifully sharpened, a dozen pens, and
+a slim gunmetal penholder.
+
+"Oh!" she squealed with delight. "So that's why you wouldn't lend me any
+pencils!" and gave her father a hug.
+
+"Hurry up, now," said Jim. "Don't forget we've got to see ourselves off
+after we've seen you."
+
+"Why don't you take your bag?" asked Anita.
+
+"It's too small for my new Geography," answered Dorothea, placing this
+huge outward and visible sign of her progress in learning so that it
+would form a foundation for the rest of her books. "Besides, it's too
+shabby".
+
+"You had better take it to-day, anyhow, as you have so much to carry,"
+suggested her mother. "I brought it downstairs and it's on the
+hat-rack."
+
+"I just hate it!" pouted Dorothea, turning; and then stopped in
+surprise, for instead of her little old satchel, a large new one made of
+soft dark brown leather was hanging on the rack. It was ornamented on
+one side with her monogram in raised tan-colored letters, and it was
+large enough for the largest Geography that she was ever likely to have.
+
+"Who gave me that?" she cried. "Oh, I know--Mother! It's just exactly
+what I wanted. I think going to school this way is perfectly lovely!"
+she added as she slipped her other possessions into the bag.
+
+"Twenty minutes to nine!" called Jim warningly.
+
+"All right, I'm going now," answered Dorothea gaily as she kissed them
+all around.
+
+"And the first day of school isn't so dismal after all, is it?" said her
+father.
+
+  [Illustration: "AT THE GATE SHE TURNED TO WAVE HER HAND."]
+
+"Oh, it's splendid, just splendid!" she replied enthusiastically. At the
+gate she turned to wave her hand at the assembled family, who waved back
+at her vigorously; and then, swinging her bag, she ran off down the
+street toward school.
+
+
+THE LOST MONEY
+
+BY BOLTON HALL
+
+Doris's papa gave her a five-dollar bill, such a lot of money! Doris
+went to a big bank and asked if they could give her smaller money for
+it. The banker said he thought they could. So he gave her two two-dollar
+bills and a big silver dollar. How much did that make? Doris wanted the
+dollar changed again; so the banker asked if she would have two
+fifty-cent pieces, or one fifty-cent piece and two quarters--or perhaps
+four quarters or ten dimes--or twenty five-cent pieces--or a hundred
+pennies.
+
+Doris thought a hundred pennies would be a good many to count and to
+carry, so she said she would take two quarters, three dimes and four
+five-cent pieces.
+
+She laid away four dollars in the bank, those were the two bills, and
+put the change in her purse. When she went to the shop, she had such a
+lot of money that she thought she never could spend it. So she bought a
+paint-box with two little saucers in it for 10 cents; that left her 90
+cents; and then a big rubber balloon for 25 cents; that left 65 cents;
+and a little one for 10 cents; and then Doris bought a whole pound of
+candy for thirty cents. Out of the 25 cents she had left, it cost 10
+cents to go in the car.
+
+When Doris got home she opened her paint-box. What do you think? Of
+course it was only a cheap paint-box and the paints were so hard that
+they would not paint at all. Doris cut out the dolls, but they were no
+better than those in any newspaper's colored supplement. Doris's mama
+said that the candy was too bad to eat at all, and the rubber balloons
+got wrinkled and soft in the night, because the gas went out of them.
+Doris cried when she saw them. "Now," she said, "I have nothing left of
+my beautiful dollar but 15 cents."
+
+"I'm sorry, Dearie," Doris's mama said, "but it's bad enough to have
+wasted one dollar without crying about it, too. When you and I go out,
+we'll try to get such good things for the next dollar, that it will make
+up for our mistake about this one." The next bright day they went to the
+bank and got another dollar.
+
+Now Doris's mama was a very wise person (mamas often are). So they went
+to a store where there were some books that had been wet a little by the
+firemen when the store caught fire. There they found a large, fine book
+of animal stories with pictures in it that had been 50 cents, but the
+book-store man sold it for 10 cents, because the back cover and a little
+bit of the edge was stained with water and smoke.
+
+That left--how much? Ninety cents. Doris's brother had told her he would
+teach her to play marbles, so she bought six glass marbles for 5 cents
+and a hoop with a stick for 5 more. That left 80 cents.
+
+Then Doris asked if her mama thought she could buy a pair of roller
+skates. Her mama said they could ask how much roller skates cost, but
+the shopman said they were a dollar a pair! So Doris said she would save
+up the 80 cents that was left of her dollar and wait until she had
+enough for the skates.
+
+However, a little boy was looking in at the window of the toy-shop and
+he looked so sad, and so longingly at the toys, that Doris spoke to him,
+and when he said he wanted one of the red balls, she bought it for 5
+cents, and gave it to him. That left 75 cents.
+
+When they got home, they told papa about the skates and he said he could
+get them down-town for 75 cents, and he did.
+
+So Doris learned by losing her first dollar, to get a lot of good things
+that would be more useful and would last longer, with her second
+dollar.
+
+
+A DUTCH TREAT
+
+BY AMY B. JOHNSON
+
+"I've been crying again, father."
+
+"Have you, sweetheart? I'm sorry."
+
+"Father."
+
+"Yes, darling."
+
+"I don't like Holland at all. I wish we had stayed in New York. And I
+would much rather stay in Amsterdam with you to-day than to go and see
+those horrid little Dutch children. I'm sure I shall hate them all."
+
+"But how about Marie? You want to see her, don't you?"
+
+"No. I'm very much annoyed with Marie. I don't see why she could not
+have been contented in New York. After taking care of me ever since I
+was a baby, she must like me better than those nieces and nephews she
+never saw till yesterday."
+
+"I am sure Marie loves you very dearly, Katharine, but you are getting
+to be such a big girl now that you no longer need a nurse, and Marie was
+homesick. She wished to come back to Holland years ago, but I persuaded
+her to stay till you were old enough to do without her, and until Aunt
+Katharine was ready to come to New York and live with us, promising her
+that when that time came you and I would come over with her, just as we
+have done, on our way to Paris. We must not be selfish and grudge Marie
+to her sisters, who have not seen her for twelve years."
+
+"I am homesick now, too, father. I was so happy in New York with my
+dolls--and you--and Marie--and--"
+
+"So you shall be again, darling; in a few months we will go back, taking
+dear Aunt Katharine with us from Paris, and you will soon love her
+better than you do Marie."
+
+Katharine and her father, Colonel Easton, were floating along a canal
+just out of Amsterdam, in a _trekschuit_, or small passenger-boat, on
+their way to the home of one of Marie's sisters, two of whom were
+married and settled near one of the dikes of Holland. Katharine was to
+spend the day there with her nurse, and make the acquaintance of all the
+nieces and nephews about whom Marie had told her so much, while her
+father was to return to Amsterdam, where he had business to transact
+with a friend. They had arrived in Holland only the day before, when
+Marie had immediately left them, being anxious to get home as soon as
+possible, after exacting a promise from the colonel that Katharine
+should visit her the next day.
+
+Katharine felt very sure she would never like Holland as she gazed
+rather scornfully at the curious objects they passed: the queer
+gay-colored boats, the windmills which met the eye at every turn, with
+their great arms waving in the air, the busy-looking people, men and
+women, some of the latter knitting as they walked, carrying heavy
+baskets on their backs, and all looking so contented and placid.
+
+"Try and think of the nice day you are going to have with Marie and the
+children," said the colonel; "then this evening I will come for you, and
+we will go together to Paris, and when you see Aunt Katharine you will
+be perfectly happy. See, we are nearly at the landing, and look at that
+row of little girls and boys. I do believe they are looking for you."
+
+"Yes; they must be Marie's sister's children, I know them from the
+description Marie has read me from her letters. Aren't they horrid
+little things, father? Just look at their great clumps of shoes--"
+
+"Yes--_klompen_; that is what they are called, Katharine."
+
+"And their baggy clothes and short waists! One of them knitting, too!
+Well, I would never make such a fright of myself, even if I did live in
+Holland, which I'm glad I don't."
+
+  [Illustration: "THE WINDMILLS WHICH MET THE EYE AT EVERY TURN, WITH
+  THEIR GREAT ARMS WAVING IN THE AIR."]
+
+By this time they had made the landing. Then Katharine and Marie fell
+into each other's arms and cried, gazed at in half-frightened curiosity
+by seven small, shy Hollanders, and in pitying patience by a very large
+colonel.
+
+"Au revoir. I will call for Katharine this afternoon," called Colonel
+Easton, when the time came for him to go on board again.
+
+Katharine waved her handkerchief to her father as long as his boat was
+in sight.
+
+"See, Miss Katharine," said Marie--in Dutch now, for Katharine
+understood that language very well, Marie having spoken it to her from
+her infancy--"here is Gretel, and this is her little sister Katrine and
+her brother Jan. The others are their cousins. Come here, Lotten; don't
+be shy. Ludolf, Mayken, Freitje, shake hands with my little American
+girl; they were all eager to come and meet you, dear, so I had to bring
+them."
+
+Katharine shook hands very soberly with the little group, and then
+walked off beside Marie, hearing nothing but the clatter-clatter of
+fourteen wooden shoes behind her.
+
+Soon they arrived at the cottage, and in a moment seven pairs of klompen
+were ranged in a neat row outside a small cottage, while their owners
+all talked at once to two sweet-faced women standing in the doorway.
+These were Marie's sisters, whose husbands were out on the sea fishing,
+and who lived close beside each other in two tiny cottages exactly
+alike.
+
+"Oh," exclaimed Katharine, as, panting and breathless, she joined the
+group, "do you always take off your shoes before you go into the
+house?"
+
+  [Illustration: LITTLE MAYKEN]
+
+"Why, of course," said the children.
+
+"How funny!" said Katharine.
+
+Then Marie, who had been left far behind, came up and introduced the
+little stranger to Juffrouw Van Dyne and Juffrouw Boekman, who took her
+into the house, followed by the three children who belonged there and
+the four cousins who belonged next door. They took off her coat and hat
+and gave her an arm-chair to sit in as she nibbled a tiny piece of
+gingerbread, while large pieces from the same loaf disappeared as if by
+magic among the other children. Then Gretel showed to her her doll; Jan
+shyly put into her hand a very pretty small model of the boat she had
+come in on that morning; Lotten offered her a piece of Edam cheese,
+which she took, while politely declining Mayken's offer to teach her to
+knit, little Katrine deposited a beautiful white kitten on her lap;
+Ludolf showed her a fine pair of klompen on which his father was
+teaching him to carve some very pretty figures; Freitje brought all his
+new fishing-tackle and invited her to go fishing with him at the back of
+the house. It was not long before Katharine forgot that she was
+homesick, and grew really interested in her surroundings; and later the
+dinner, consisting chiefly of fish and rye bread, tasted very good to
+the now hungry Katharine.
+
+It was after dinner that the tragedy happened. The children had all
+started out for a walk. Before they had gone more than a mile from the
+house the fog settled all around them--so dense, so thick, blotting out
+everything, that they could not see more than a step ahead. They were
+not frightened, however, as all they had to do was to turn round and go
+straight ahead toward home. The children took one another's hands at
+Gretel's direction, stretching themselves across the road, Katharine,
+who held Gretel's hand, being at one end of the line. They walked on
+slowly along the dike for a short time, talking busily, though not able
+to see where they were going, when suddenly Katharine felt her feet
+slipping. In trying to steady herself she let go of Gretel, gave a wild
+clutch at the air, and then rolled, rolled, right down a steep bank,
+and, splash! into a pool of water at the bottom. For a moment she lay
+half stunned, not knowing what had happened to her; then, as her sense
+came, "Oh," thought she, "I must be killed, or drowned, or something!"
+She tried to call "Gretel," but her voice sounded weak and far off, and
+she could see nothing. Slowly she crawled out of the pool, only to
+plunge, splash! into another. She felt, oh, so cold, wet, and bruised!
+"I must have rolled right down the dike," she thought. "If I could find
+it, I might climb up again." She got up and tried to walk, but sank to
+her ankles in water at every step.
+
+She was a little lame from her fall, and soaked from head to foot. Her
+clothes hung around her most uncomfortably when she tried to walk. But,
+if she had to crawl on hands and knees, she must find the house; so,
+plunging, tumbling, rising again, she crawled in and out of ditches,
+every minute getting more cold and miserable.
+
+But on she went, shivering and sore, every moment wandering farther from
+her friends, who were out searching all along the bottom of the dike.
+
+After what seemed to her a long time, she came bump up against something
+hard. She did not know what it was, but she could have jumped for joy,
+if her clothes had not been so heavy to hear a voice suddenly call out
+in Dutch "What's that? Who has hit against my door? Ach! where in the
+world have you come from?" Then in a considerably milder tone: "Ach! the
+little one! and she is English. How did you get here, dear heart?"
+
+"I--I--fell down the dike. I have--lost--everybody. Oh, how shall I ever
+get back to father?" answered Katharine in her very poor Dutch.
+
+"But tell me, little one, where you came from--ach! so cold and wet!"
+
+"I was spending the day with Marie and Gretel--and--Jan--and we were
+walking on the dike when the fog came on; then I fell, and could not
+find my way--"
+
+"Gretel and Jan--could they be Juffrouw Van Dyne's children?"
+
+"Yes, yes," eagerly; "that is where I was. Oh, _can_ you take me back,
+dear, dear juffrouw?"
+
+"Yes, when the fog clears away, my child. I could not find the house
+now; it is more than two miles from here. Besides, you must put off
+these wet clothes; you will get your death of cold--poor lambkin."
+
+At this Katharine's sobs broke forth afresh. It must be late in the
+evening now, she thought; her father would come to Marie's and would not
+be able to find her--
+
+"No, dear child, it is only four o'clock in the afternoon. The fog may
+clear away very soon, and then I will take you back."
+
+Quickly the wet garments were taken off and hung about the stove.
+Katharine presently found herself wrapped up in blankets in a great
+arm-chair in front of the fire, a cushion at her back and another under
+her feet, drinking some nice hot broth, and feeling so warm and
+comfortable that she fell fast asleep, and awoke two hours later to find
+the room quite light, the fog almost gone, the juffrouw sitting beside
+her knitting, and a comfortable-looking cat purring noisily at her
+feet.
+
+  [Illustration: GRETEL AND KATRINE.]
+
+"I think I have been asleep," she said.
+
+"I think you have," said Dame Donk.
+
+Just then a loud knock was heard at the door, a head was poked in, then
+another, and still another. The cottage was fast filling up. There
+stood, first of all, poor, pale, frightened Marie, holding a large
+bundle in her arms, Jan with another smaller one, Gretel carrying a pair
+of shoes, and one of the sisters, completely filling up the doorway with
+her ample proportions, last of all.
+
+It appears that as soon as the fog had begun to clear, the good Dame
+Donk had despatched a boy from a neighboring cottage to let them know
+where Katharine was, and that her wardrobe would need replenishing.
+
+The excitement on finding the child safe and sound may be better
+imagined than described. How she was kissed, cried, and laughed over,
+what questions were asked and not answered, as she was taken into an
+adjoining room and arrayed in a complete suit of Gretel's clothes, even
+to the klompen, for, alas! her French shoes were now in no condition to
+be worn, the pretty blue frock torn and stained and hopelessly wet, the
+hat with its dainty plume crushed and useless; indeed, every article she
+had worn looked only fit for the rag-bag.
+
+Gretel was so much smaller than Katharine that the clothes were a very
+tight fit, the skirt which hung round Gretel's ankles reaching just
+below Katharine's knees, and it was a funny little figure that stepped
+back into the room--no longer a fashionably dressed New York maiden, but
+a golden-haired child of Holland, even to the blue eyes, sparkling now
+with fun and merriment.
+
+"But didn't you bring a cap for me, Marie?" she asked in a grieved tone.
+
+"Ah, no, deary; I never thought of a cap."
+
+"Well, you must put one on me the minute we get back."
+
+"Oh, what will father say?" she cried delightedly, as she surveyed
+herself in the little mirror.
+
+This sobered Marie at once. What would "father" say, indeed? Would he
+not have a right to be very angry with her, that she had allowed the
+child to get into such danger?
+
+       *       *       *
+
+"Where is Katharine?" asked the colonel, as he stood, tall and
+commanding, on the threshold, later that evening, surveying eight small
+Hollanders, looking so much alike, except for the difference in their
+sizes, that they might have passed for eight Dutch dolls propped up in a
+row against the wall.
+
+A sudden shriek of laughter, and one of the dolls was in his arms,
+smothering him with kisses. Then every one began to talk at once, as
+usual, and it was not until late the next evening, when he and Katharine
+were steaming out of Amsterdam, that the colonel was told the whole
+story and for the first time fully understood all that had happened to
+his little girl on that eventful day.
+
+Meanwhile the new light in his daughter's eyes and the laughter on her
+lips kept him from any desire to inquire too deeply into the reason for
+a certain embarrassed frightened look on the faces of the women.
+
+Before leaving Amsterdam the colonel was obliged to purchase a complete
+suit of Dutch garments for Katharine as a memento of this visit, and
+"because they are so pretty, father," she said, and "oh, father, I just
+love Holland! As for those Dutch children, I think they are simply the
+dearest, sweetest things I ever saw, and I have promised to write to
+Gretel as soon as ever I get to Paris."
+
+
+THE JINGLE OF THE LITTLE JAP
+
+BY ISABEL ECCLESTON MACKAY
+
+     There lives in a town that is called Chu-Bo
+     A little Jap girl named Nami-Ko.
+     She learns to spell and she learns to write,
+     But her A B C's are the _oddest_ sight!
+
+     For _this_ is the way that the letters look
+     In her neat little, queer little copy-book:
+
+     This little Jap girl has shoes most neat
+     To put on her tiny Japanese feet,
+     But O! They are _queer_--such heels, such toes!
+     You'd think she would fall on her little Jap nose!
+
+     And _these_ are the shoes--beware of mishap
+     If you wear what belongs to a queer little Jap!
+
+     When this little Jap girl goes out to call
+     She wears no hat--but a parasol!
+     And her little Jap mother wears one too--
+     In fact it's the way that the Japs all do.
+
+     And _this_ is the curious parasol
+     Which the little Jap girl wears out to call:
+
+     This little Jap girl, when she goes to bed,
+     Has no soft pillow beneath her head,
+     For little Jap girls have to take great care
+     Of their smooth little, black little Japanese hair!
+
+     And _this_ is the pillow!  Imagine, chicks,
+     A pillow like this--and as hard as bricks!
+
+
+THE SEVENTH BIRTHDAY OF THE LITTLE COUSIN FROM CONSTANTINOPLE
+
+BY EMMA C. DOWD
+
+The Little Cousin from Constantinople was to have been given a party on
+her seventh birthday; but, just before the invitations were written,
+Mumps came uninvited, and, of course, there could be no other guests
+while Mumps stayed.
+
+  [Illustration: "EAGERLY SHE TORE OFF THE WRAPPINGS." (SEE NEXT PAGE.)]
+
+The Little Cousin could not help feeling just a little tearful on her
+birthday morning, for Mumps, as nearly everybody knows, is a painful,
+disagreeable visitor. She did not cry when anybody was near--oh, no,
+indeed! She even tried to smile; but she found smiling very difficult
+with a poultice on each side of her face, and she had to give it up. The
+Merry Mother understood, however, and told her she was a dear, brave
+little girl, and strove to comfort her just as the dear absent Mother in
+Constantinople would have comforted her if she had been there.
+
+Before the Merry Mother left her the Little Cousin felt almost happy,
+sitting up among her soft pillows, and wearing her new, pink, birthday
+sacque, with its pretty ribbons.
+
+"I am sorry I must be away all the morning," the Merry Mother said; "but
+I hope your pleasant company will keep you from missing me. I am going
+to shut your door for a minute, and when it opens you can pull in your
+visitors as fast as you please." She laughed to see the Little Cousin's
+astonished face, for the doctor had said that the children must not come
+in to see her as long as Mumps stayed. Then the door closed.
+
+There was a slight commotion outside. The Little Cousin listened
+eagerly. What could it mean? Hushed voices, bits of laughter, the
+sliding of something over the polished floor, scurrying footsteps here
+and there--the Little Cousin heard it all, and waited breathlessly.
+
+At last the feet retreated, the door opened, and the Merry Mother's face
+appeared. Something attached to a string came flying toward the bed.
+
+"Catch it!" she called.
+
+The Little Cousin grabbed it--only a small block of wood, on which was
+printed, "PULL."
+
+Eagerly the little hands obeyed, when in through the doorway slid an
+oblong package. Across the rug and up on the bed the Little Cousin drew
+it, till her excited fingers clasped the package tight--what could it
+be?
+
+Fastened to the further end of the bundle was another block of wood, and
+attached to it was another string which led outside the door. On this
+block was printed. "When you are ready, PULL again!"
+
+"I'll open this first," said the Little Cousin to herself, untying the
+block, and laying it aside with its dangling cord. Eagerly she tore off
+the wrappings--it was, it _was_ a doll, such a darling of a doll! It had
+brown eyes and fluffy yellow curls, and--this seemed very strange--the
+only thing in the way of clothing that it possessed was a little blanket
+that was wrapped around it.
+
+Never mind! she was learning to sew, and she would make it a dress as
+soon as she was well again. She cuddled Dolly down against the pillows.
+She would not be lonely any more, even if Mumps should stay for a longer
+visit than was expected. Her dolls had all been left for the Little
+Sister in Constantinople, and it was so nice to have a dolly of her own
+again!
+
+Then her eyes fell on the block of wood, with its inscription, and she
+began to pull in the string.
+
+A square package appeared in the doorway, and she drew it toward her.
+Attached to it was a third block. This she untied as before, and removed
+the paper from her gift. It was a small trunk. She lifted the cover, and
+there were Dolly's missing garments! A blue dress, a pink dress, a white
+dress, dainty underwear, sash ribbons, a coat and hat, and even a tiny
+comb and brush, were found in that wonderful trunk. Of course, Dolly had
+to come out from her nook in the pillows, and be dressed. It took some
+time, because Little Cousin must stop to admire every separate garment.
+At last, however, the third present was pulled in, and it was a chair
+for Dolly to sit in.
+
+The fourth package was big and rather heavier than the others. The
+Little Cousin wondered what it could be, and she found out just as soon
+as she could get it open. It was a dining-table for Dolly, with a real
+little table-cloth, and napkins, and a set of pretty china dishes.
+
+"Oh, oh!" gasped the Little Cousin, in sheer delight. It is a pity there
+was no one there to see the shining of her eyes. She rested awhile among
+her pillows; but not long, for Dolly must have her table set for
+luncheon--she might be hungry.
+
+Ready for the make-believe repast, string number five was pulled, and
+when the box was opened the Little Cousin fairly squealed, for there was
+a real luncheon for Dolly and herself, all in twos! There were two tiny
+buttered biscuits, two very small apple turnovers, and two little
+frosted cakes. There were, also, two small bottles containing a brownish
+liquid. It was chocolate! Oh, how glad the Little Cousin was that she
+had passed the stage where she could not eat! It would have been hard,
+indeed, to have left all those goodies for Dolly. As it was she had to
+take food in very small bits, but that only made it last the longer; and
+if it did hurt a little once in a while she did not mind, it tasted so
+good. So on the whole, the luncheon was a very happy affair.
+
+When the sixth present was pulled upon the bed the Little Cousin said,
+"Oh!" to the accompaniment of very bright eyes, for the shape of it told
+her that must be a carriage--a carriage for Dolly, and it proved to be
+one of the very prettiest that ever a small doll rode in. She was put on
+the seat in a twinkling, and had only one tumble--which did not even
+muss her dress, and the next time she was strapped in so that she could
+not fall.
+
+The seventh gift was a little white bedstead, with mattress and sheets,
+a dear little puffy comfortable, and a dainty coverlet and two pillows.
+Of course, Dolly was tired enough after her ride to be undressed and go
+to bed, and very sweet she looked as she was tucked snugly in.
+
+"Now shut your eyes and go right to sleep!" Dolly was bidden, and she
+obeyed at once.
+
+"What a perfectly lovely birthday!" murmured Little Cousin, drawing her
+darling--bed and all--close to her pillow. Then she shut her own eyes,
+to keep Dolly company.
+
+When the Merry Mother peeped in, the Little Cousin from Constantinople
+lay quite still among her treasures--fast asleep.
+
+
+LITTLE RED RIDING-HOOD
+
+RETOLD FROM GRIMM
+
+There was once a sweet little girl, who had gained the love of every
+one, even those who had only seen her once. She had an old grandmother,
+who knew not how to do enough for her, she loved her so much. Once she
+sent her a little cloak with a red velvet hood, which became her so well
+that she obtained the name of Little Red Riding-Hood.
+
+One day her mother said to her: "Come, Red Riding-Hood, I want you to go
+and see your grandmother, and take her a piece of cake and a bottle of
+wine; for she is ill and weak, and this will do her good. Make haste and
+get ready before the weather gets too hot, and go straight on your road
+while you are out, and behave prettily and modestly; and do not run, for
+fear you should fall and break the bottle, and then grandmother would
+have no wine. And when you pass through the village, do not forget to
+courtesy and say 'Good-morning' to every one who knows you."
+
+"I will do everything you tell me, mother," said the child as she wished
+her good-by and started for her long walk.
+
+It was quite half an hour's walk through the wood from the village to
+the grandmother's house, and no sooner had Red Riding-Hood entered the
+wood than she met a wolf.
+
+Red Riding-Hood did not know what a wicked animal he was, and felt not
+the least afraid of him.
+
+"Good-day, Red Riding-Hood," he said.
+
+"Good-morning, sir," replied the little girl, with a courtesy.
+
+"Where are you going so early, Red Riding-Hood?" he asked.
+
+"To my grandmother, sir," she replied. "Mother baked yesterday, and she
+has sent me with a piece of cake and a bottle of wine to her because she
+is sick, and it will make her stronger and do her good."
+
+"Where does your grandmother live, Red Riding-Hood?"
+
+"About half a mile from here through the wood; her house stands under
+three large oak trees, near to the nut hedges; you would easily know
+it," said Red Riding-Hood.
+
+The wolf, when he heard this, thought to himself, "This little, delicate
+thing would be a sweet morsel for me at last, and taste nicer than her
+old grandmother, but she would not satisfy my hunger; I must make a meal
+of them both."
+
+Then he walked quietly on by the side of Red Riding-Hood till they came
+to a part of the wood where a number of flowers grew.
+
+"See, Red Riding-Hood," he said, "what pretty flowers are growing here;
+would you not like to rest and gather some? And don't you hear how
+sweetly the birds are singing? You are walking on as steadily as if you
+were going to school, and it is much more pleasant here in the wood."
+
+Then Red Riding-Hood looked up and saw the dancing sunbeams shining
+between the trees and lighting up the beautiful flowers that grew all
+around her, and she thought, "If I were to take my grandmother a fresh
+nosegay, it would make her so pleased; it is early yet, and I have
+plenty of time."
+
+So she went out of her way into the wood to gather flowers. And when she
+had picked a few, she saw some more beautiful still at a little distance
+so she walked on further and further, till she was quite deep in the
+wood.
+
+Meanwhile the wolf went straight on to the grandmother's house, and
+knocked at the door. There was no answer.
+
+So the wolf lifted the latch and the door flew open; then he rushed in,
+hoping to seize upon the poor old grandmother, and eat her up. But she
+had gone out for a little walk, so he shut the door, dressed himself in
+the old woman's nightgown and nightcap, and lay down in the bed to wait
+for Red Riding-Hood.
+
+After Red Riding-Hood had gathered as many flowers as she could carry,
+she found her way back quickly to the right path, and walked on very
+fast till she came to her grandmother's house, and knocked at the door.
+
+"Who is there?" said the wolf, trying to imitate the grandmother. His
+voice was so gruff, however, that Little Red Riding-Hood would have been
+frightened, only she thought her grandmother had a cold.
+
+So she replied: "It's Little Red Riding-Hood. Mother sent you a piece of
+cake and a bottle of wine."
+
+"Lift up the latch and come in," said the wolf.
+
+So Red Riding-Hood lifted the latch and went in.
+
+When she saw her grandmother, as she thought, lying in bed, she went up
+to her and drew back the curtains; but she could only see the head, for
+the wolf had pulled the nightcap as far over his face as he could.
+
+  [Illustration: LITTLE RED RIDING-HOOD.
+  (ENGRAVED FROM THE PAINTING BY G. FERRIER.)]
+
+"Good-morning," she said; but there was no answer. Then she got on the
+bed, and cried out: "Grandmother, what great ears you have!"
+
+"The better to hear with, my dear," he said.
+
+"Grandmother, what great eyes you have!"
+
+"The better to see you, my dear, the better to see you."
+
+"Grandmother, what great teeth you have!"
+
+"The better to eat you up!"
+
+The old wolf jumped out of bed, and Little Red Riding Hood, in the
+greatest terror, screamed as loud as she could.
+
+Just then the door opened, and in came the grandmother and some woodmen
+who were passing. They were just in time to save Little Red-Riding-Hood
+from the old wolf.
+
+
+DOLLY'S DOCTOR
+
+     MARY
+
+     Come and see my baby dear;
+     Doctor, she is ill, I fear.
+     Yesterday, do what I would,
+     She would touch no kind of food;
+     And she tosses, moans, and cries.
+     Doctor, what do you advise?
+
+     DOCTOR JOHN
+
+     Hum! ha! good madam, tell me, pray,
+     What have you offered her to-day?
+     Ah, yes! I see! a piece of cake--
+     The worst thing you could make her take.
+     Just let me taste. Yes, yes; I fear
+     Too many plums and currants here.
+     But, stop; I must just taste again,
+     For that will make the matter plain.
+
+     MARY
+
+     But, Doctor, pray excuse me, now--
+     You've eaten all the cake, I vow!
+     I thank you kindly for your care;
+     But surely that was hardly fair.
+
+     DOCTOR JOHN
+
+     Ah, dear me! did I eat the cake?
+     Well, it was for dear baby's sake.
+     But keep him in his bed, well warm,
+     And, you will see, he'll take no harm.
+     At night and morning use once more
+     His draught and powder, as before;
+     And he must not be over-fed,
+     But he may have a piece of bread.
+     To-morrow, then, I dare to say,
+     He'll be quite right. Good day! good day!
+
+
+THUMBELINA
+
+BY HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN
+
+She had a little house of her own, a little garden, too, this woman of
+whom I am going to tell you, but for all that she was not quite happy.
+
+"If only I had a little child of my own," she said, "how the walls would
+ring with her laughter, and how the flowers would brighten at her
+coming. Then, indeed, I should be quite happy."
+
+And an old witch heard what the woman wished, and said, "Oh, but that is
+easily managed. Here is a barley-corn. Plant it in a flower-pot and tend
+it carefully, and then you will see what will happen."
+
+The woman was in a great hurry to go home and plant the barley-corn, but
+she did not forget to say "Thank you" to the old witch. She not only
+thanked her, she even stayed to give her six silver pennies.
+
+Then she hurried away to her home, took a flower-pot and planted her
+precious barley-corn.
+
+And what do you think happened? Almost before the corn was planted, up
+shot a large and beautiful flower. It was still unopened. The petals
+were folded closely together, but it looked like a tulip. It really was
+a tulip, a red and yellow one, too.
+
+The woman loved flowers. She stooped and kissed the beautiful bud. As
+her lips touched the petals, they burst open, and oh! wonder of wonders;
+there, in the very middle of the flower, sat a little child. Such a
+tiny, pretty little maiden she was.
+
+They called her Thumbelina. That was because she was no bigger than the
+woman's thumb.
+
+And where do you think she slept? A little walnut shell, lined with
+blue, that was her cradle.
+
+When she slept little Thumbelina lay in her cradle on a tiny heap of
+violets, with the petal of a pale pink rose to cover her.
+
+And where do you think she played? A table was her playground. On the
+table the woman placed a plate of water. Little Thumbelina called that
+her lake.
+
+Round the plate were scented flowers; the blossoms lying on the edge,
+while the pale green stalks reached thirstily down to the water.
+
+In the lake floated a large tulip leaf. This was Thumbelina's little
+boat. Seated there she sailed from side to side of her little lake,
+rowing cleverly with two white horse hairs. As she rowed backward and
+forward she sang softly to herself. The woman listening heard, and
+thought she had never known so sweet a song.
+
+And now such a sad thing happened.
+
+In through a broken window-pane hopped a big toad--oh, such an ugly big
+toad! She hopped right on to the table, where Thumbelina lay dreaming in
+her tiny cradle, under the pale pink rose leaf.
+
+"How beautiful the little maiden is," she croaked. "She will make a
+lovely bride for my handsome son." And she lifted the little cradle,
+with Thumbelina in it, and hopped out through the broken window-pane,
+and down into the little garden.
+
+At the foot of the garden was a broad stream. Here, under the muddy
+banks, lived the old toad with her son.
+
+How handsome she thought him! But he was really very ugly. Indeed, he
+was exactly like his mother.
+
+When he saw little Thumbelina in her tiny cradle, he croaked with
+delight.
+
+"Do not make so much noise," said his mother, "or you will wake the tiny
+creature. We may lose her if we are not careful. The slightest breeze
+would waft her away. She is as light as gossamer."
+
+Then the old toad carried Thumbelina out into the middle of the stream.
+"She will be safe here," she said, as she laid her gently on one of the
+leaves of a large water lily, and paddled back to her son.
+
+"We will make ready the best rooms under the mud," she told him, "and
+then you and the little maiden will be married."
+
+Poor little Thumbelina! She had not seen the ugly big toad yet, nor her
+ugly son.
+
+When she woke up early in the morning, how she wept! Water all around
+her! How could she reach the shore? Poor little Thumbelina!
+
+Down under the mud the old toad was very busy, decking the best room
+with buttercups and buds of water-lilies to make it gay for her little
+daughter-in-law, Thumbelina.
+
+"Now we will go to bring her little bed and place it ready," said the
+old toad, and together she and her son swam out to the leaf where little
+Thumbelina sat.
+
+"Here is my handsome son," she said, "he is to be your husband," and she
+bowed low in the water, for she wished to be very polite to the little
+maiden.
+
+"Croak, croak," was all the young toad could say, as he looked at his
+pretty little bride.
+
+Then they took away the tiny little bed, and Thumbelina was left all
+alone.
+
+How the tears stained her pretty little face! How fast they fell into
+the stream! Even the fish as they swam hither and thither thought, "How
+it rains today," as the tiny drops fell thick and fast.
+
+They popped up their heads and saw the forlorn little maiden.
+
+"She shall not marry the ugly toad," they said, as they looked with
+eager eyes at the pretty child. "No, she shall not marry the ugly toad."
+
+But what could the little fish do to help Thumbelina?
+
+They found the green stem which held the leaf on which Thumbelina sat.
+They bit it with their little sharp teeth, and they never stopped
+biting, till at last they bit the green stem through; and away, down the
+stream, floated the leaf, carrying with it little Thumbelina.
+
+"Free, free!" she sang, and her voice tinkled as a chime of fairy bells.
+"Free, free!" she sang merrily as she floated down the stream, away, far
+away out of reach of the ugly old toad and her ugly son.
+
+And as she floated on, the little wild birds sang round her, and on the
+banks the little wild hare-bells bowed to her.
+
+Butterflies were flitting here and there in the sunshine. A pretty
+little white one fluttered onto the leaf on which sat Thumbelina. He
+loved the tiny maiden so well that he settled down beside her.
+
+Now she was quite happy! Birds around her, flowers near her, and the
+water gleaming like gold in the summer sunshine. What besides could
+little Thumbelina wish?
+
+She took off her sash and threw one end of it round the butterfly. The
+other end she fastened firmly to the leaf. On and on floated the leaf,
+the little maiden and the butterfly.
+
+Suddenly a great cockchafer buzzed along. Alas! he caught sight of
+little Thumbelina. He flew to her, put his claw round her tiny little
+waist and carried her off, up onto a tree.
+
+Poor little Thumbelina! How frightened she was! How grieved she was,
+too, for had she not lost her little friend the butterfly?
+
+Would he fly away, she wondered, or would her sash hold him fast?
+
+The cockchafer was charmed with the little maiden. He placed her
+tenderly on the largest leaf he could find. He gathered honey for her
+from the flowers, and as she sipped it, he sat near and told her how
+beautiful she looked.
+
+But there were other chafers living in the tree, and when they came to
+see little Thumbelina, they said, "She is not pretty at all."
+
+"She has only two legs," said one.
+
+"She has no feelers," said another.
+
+Some said she was too thin, others that she was too fat, and then they
+all buzzed and hummed together, "How ugly she is, how ugly she is!" But
+all the time little Thumbelina was the prettiest little maiden that ever
+lived.
+
+And now the cockchafer who had flown off with little Thumbelina thought
+he had been rather foolish to admire her.
+
+He looked at her again. "Pretty? No, after all she was not very pretty."
+He would have nothing to do with her, and away he and all the other
+chafers flew. Only first they carried little Thumbelina down from the
+tree and placed her on a daisy. She wept because she was so ugly--so
+ugly that the chafers could not live with her. But all the time, you
+know, she was the prettiest little maiden in the world.
+
+She was living all alone in the wood now, but it was summer and she
+could not feel sad or lonely while the warm golden sunshine touched her
+so gently, while the birds sang to her, and the flowers bowed to her.
+
+Yes, little Thumbelina was happy. She ate honey from the flowers, and
+drank dew out of the golden buttercups and danced and sang the livelong
+day.
+
+But summer passed away and autumn came. The birds began to whisper of
+flying to warmer countries, and the flowers began to fade and hang their
+heads, and as autumn passed away, winter came, cold, dreary winter.
+
+Thumbelina shivered with cold. Her little frock was thin and old. She
+would certainly be frozen to death, she thought, as she wrapped herself
+up in a withered leaf.
+
+Then the snow began to fall, and each snow-flake seemed to smother her.
+She was so very tiny.
+
+Close to the wood lay a corn-field. The beautiful golden grain had been
+carried away long ago, now there was only dry short stubble. But to
+little Thumbelina the stubble was like a great forest.
+
+She walked through the hard field. She was shaking with cold. All at
+once she saw a little door just before her.
+
+The field-mouse had made a little house under the stubble, and lived so
+cozily there. She had a big room full of corn, and she had a kitchen and
+pantry as well.
+
+"Perhaps I shall get some food here," thought the cold and hungry little
+maiden, as she stood knocking at the door, just like a tiny beggar
+child. She had had nothing to eat for two long days. Oh, she was very
+hungry!
+
+"What a tiny thing you are!" said the field-mouse, as she opened the
+door and saw Thumbelina. "Come in and dine with me."
+
+How glad Thumbelina was, and how she enjoyed dining with the
+field-mouse.
+
+She behaved so prettily that the old field-mouse told her she might live
+with her while the cold weather lasted. "And you shall keep my room
+clean and neat, and you shall tell me stories," she added.
+
+That is how Thumbelina came to live with the field-mouse and to meet Mr.
+Mole.
+
+"We shall have a visitor soon," said the field-mouse. "My neighbor, Mr.
+Mole, comes to see me every week-day. His house is very large, and he
+wears a beautiful coat of black velvet. Unfortunately, he is blind. If
+you tell him your prettiest stories he may marry you."
+
+Now the mole was very wise and very clever, but how could little
+Thumbelina ever care for him. Why, he did not love the sun, nor the
+flowers, and he lived in a house underground. No, Thumbelina did not
+wish to marry the mole.
+
+However she must sing to him when he came to visit his neighbor, the
+field-mouse. When she had sung, "Ladybird, Ladybird, fly away home," and
+"Boys and girls, come out to play," the mole was charmed, and thought he
+would like to marry the little maiden with the beautiful voice.
+
+Then he tried to be very agreeable. He invited the field-mouse and
+Thumbelina to walk along the underground passage he had dug between
+their houses. Mr. Mole was very fond of digging underground.
+
+As it was dark the mole took a piece of tinder-wood in his mouth and led
+the way. The tinder-wood shone like a torch in the dark passage.
+
+A little bird lay in the passage, a little bird who had not flown away
+when the flowers faded and the cold winds blew.
+
+It was dead, the mole said.
+
+When he reached the bird, the mole stopped and pushed his nose right
+up through the ceiling to make a hole, through which the daylight might
+shine.
+
+  [Illustration: "IN THE VERY HEART OF THE FLOWER STOOD A LITTLE PRINCE"]
+
+There lay a swallow, his wings pressed close to his side, his little
+head and legs drawn in under his feathers. He had died of cold.
+
+"Poor little swallow!" thought Thumbelina. All wild birds were her
+friends. Had they not sung to her and fluttered round her all the long
+glad summer days?
+
+But the mole kicked the swallow with his short legs. "That one will sing
+no more," he said roughly. "It must be sad to be born a bird and to be
+able only to sing and fly. I am thankful none of my children will be
+birds," and he proudly smoothed down his velvet coat.
+
+"Yes," said the field-mouse, "what can a bird do but sing? When the cold
+weather comes it is useless."
+
+Thumbelina said nothing. Only when the others moved on, she stooped down
+and stroked the bird gently with her tiny hand, and kissed its closed
+eyes.
+
+That night the little maiden could not sleep. "I will go to see the poor
+swallow again," she thought.
+
+She got up out of her tiny bed. She wove a little carpet out of hay.
+Down the long underground passage little Thumbelina walked, carrying the
+carpet. She reached the bird at last, and spread the carpet gently round
+him. She fetched warm cotton and laid it over the bird.
+
+"Even down on the cold earth he will be warm now," thought the gentle
+little maiden.
+
+"Farewell," she said sadly, "farewell, little bird! Did you sing to me
+through the long summer days, when the leaves were green and the sky was
+blue? Farewell, little swallow!" and she stooped to press her tiny
+cheeks against the soft feathers.
+
+As she did so, she heard--what could it be? pit, pat, pit, pat! Could
+the bird be alive? Little Thumbelina listened still. Yes, it was the
+beating of the little bird's heart that she heard. He had not been dead
+after all, only frozen with cold. The little carpet and the covering the
+little maid had brought warmed the bird. He would get well now.
+
+What a big bird he seemed to Thumbelina! She was almost afraid now, for
+she was so tiny. She was tiny, but she was brave. Drawing the covering
+more closely round the poor swallow, she brought her own little pillow,
+that the bird's head might rest softly.
+
+Thumbelina stole out again the next night. "Would the swallow look at
+her," she wondered.
+
+Yes, he opened his eyes and looked at little Thumbelina, who stood there
+with a tiny torch of tinder-wood.
+
+"Thanks, thanks, little Thumbelina," he twittered feebly. "Soon I shall
+grow strong and fly out in the bright sunshine once more; thanks,
+thanks, little maiden."
+
+"Oh! but it is too cold, it snows and freezes, for now it is winter,"
+said Thumbelina. "Stay here and be warm, and I will take care of you,"
+and she brought the swallow water in a leaf.
+
+And the little bird told her all his story--how he had tried to fly to
+the warm countries, and how he had torn his wing on a blackthorn bush
+and fallen to the ground. But he could not tell her how he had come to
+the underground passage.
+
+All winter the swallow stayed there, and Thumbelina was often in the
+long passage, with her little torch of tinder-wood. But the mole and the
+field-mouse did not know how Thumbelina tended and cared for the
+swallow.
+
+At last spring came, and the sun sent its warmth down where the swallow
+lay in the underground passage.
+
+Little Thumbelina opened the hole which the mole had made in the
+ceiling, and the sunshine streamed down on the swallow and the little
+girl.
+
+How the swallow longed to soar away, up and up, to be lost to sight in
+the blue, blue sky!
+
+"Come with me, little Thumbelina," said the swallow, "come with me to
+the blue skies and the green woods."
+
+But Thumbelina remembered how kind the field-mouse had been to her when
+she was cold and hungry, and she would not leave her.
+
+"Farewell! farewell! then, little maiden," twittered the swallow as he
+flew out and up, up into the sunshine.
+
+Thumbelina loved the swallow dearly. Her eyes were full of tears as she
+watched the bird disappearing till he was only a tiny speck of black.
+
+And now sad days came to little Thumbelina.
+
+The golden corn was once more waving in the sunshine above the house of
+the field-mouse, but Thumbelina must not go out lest she lose herself
+among the corn.
+
+Not go out in the bright sunshine! Oh, poor little Thumbelina!
+
+"You must get your wedding clothes ready this summer," said the
+field-mouse. "You must be well provided with linen and worsted. My
+neighbor the mole will wish a well-dressed bride."
+
+The mole had said he wished to marry little Thumbelina before the cold
+winter came again.
+
+So Thumbelina sat at the spinning-wheel through the long summer days,
+spinning and weaving with four little spiders to help her.
+
+In the evening the mole came to visit her. "Summer will soon be over,"
+he said, "and we shall be married."
+
+But oh! little Thumbelina did not wish the summer to end.
+
+Live with the dull old mole, who hated the sunshine, who would not
+listen to the song of the birds--live underground with him! Little
+Thumbelina wished the summer would never end.
+
+The spinning and weaving were over now. All the wedding clothes were
+ready. Autumn was come.
+
+"Only four weeks and the wedding-day will have come," said the
+field-mouse.
+
+And little Thumbelina wept.
+
+"I will not marry the tiresome old mole," she said.
+
+"I shall bite you with my white tooth if you talk such nonsense," said
+the field-mouse. "Among all my friends not one of them has such a fine
+velvet coat as the mole. His cellars are full and his rooms are large.
+You ought to be glad to marry so well," she ended.
+
+"Was there no escape from the underground home?" little Thumbelina
+wondered.
+
+The wedding-day came. The mole arrived to fetch his little bride.
+
+How could she say good-by forever to the beautiful sunshine?
+
+"Farewell, farewell!" she cried, and waved her little hands toward the
+glorious sun.
+
+"Farewell, farewell!" she cried, and threw her tiny arms round a little
+red flower growing at her feet.
+
+"Tell the dear swallow, when he comes again," she whispered to the
+flower, "tell him I will never forget him."
+
+"Tweet, tweet!" What was that Thumbelina heard? "Tweet, tweet!" Could it
+be the swallow?
+
+The flutter of wings was round her. Little Thumbelina looked. How glad
+she was, for there, indeed, was the little bird she had tended and cared
+for so long. She told him, weeping, she must not stay. She must marry
+the mole and live underground, and never see the sun, the glorious sun.
+
+"Come with me, come with me, little Thumbelina," twittered the swallow.
+"You can sit on my back, and I will fly with you to warmer countries,
+far from the tiresome old mole. Over mountains and seas we will fly to
+the country where the summer never ends, and the sunlight always
+shines."
+
+Then little Thumbelina seated herself on her dear swallow's back, and
+put her tiny feet on his outstretched wing. She tied herself firmly with
+her little sash to the strongest feather of the bird.
+
+And the swallow soared high into the air. High above forests and lakes,
+high above the big mountains that were crested with snow, he soared.
+
+They had reached the warm countries now.
+
+On and on flew the swallow, till he came to a white marble palace.
+Half-ruined it was, and vine leaves trailed up the long slender pillars.
+And among the broad, green leaves many a swallow had built his nest, and
+one of these nests belonged to Thumbelina's little swallow.
+
+"This is my home," said the bird, "but you shall live in one of these
+brilliant flowers, in the loveliest of them all."
+
+And little Thumbelina clapped her hands with joy.
+
+The swallow flew with her to a stately sun-flower, and set her carefully
+on one of the broad yellow petals.
+
+But think, what was her surprise! In the very heart of the flower stood
+a little Prince, fair and transparent as crystal. On his shoulders were
+a pair of delicate wings, and he was small, every bit as small as
+Thumbelina. He was the spirit of the flower.
+
+For you know in each flower there is a spirit--a tiny little boy or
+girl, but this little Prince was King of all the flower spirits.
+
+The little King thought Thumbelina the loveliest maiden he had ever
+seen. He took off his golden crown and placed it on the tiny head of the
+little maid, and in a silvery voice he asked, "Will you be my bride,
+little Thumbelina, and reign with me over the flower spirits?"
+
+How glad Thumbelina was!
+
+The little King wished to marry her. Yes, she would be his little Queen.
+
+Then out of each blossom stepped tiny little children. They came to pay
+their homage to little Thumbelina.
+
+Each one brought her a present, and the most beautiful of all the
+presents was a pair of wings, delicate as gossamer. And when they were
+fastened on the shoulders of the little Queen, she could fly from flower
+to flower.
+
+And the swallow sat on his nest above, and sang his sweetest bridal song
+for the wedding of little Thumbelina.
+
+
+THE FOX AND THE LITTLE RED HEN
+
+Once upon a time there was a little red hen. She lived in a little white
+house and she had a little green garden. Every day she worked in the
+house and garden.
+
+Near her home lived a family of foxes. One day Mamma Fox said to Papa
+Fox, "I want a fat hen to eat." There was nothing in the pantry for the
+baby foxes, so Papa Fox started out to find something for them all.
+
+He ran down the road until he came to the woods. "Surely I will find
+something here," he said, but he found nothing to eat in the woods. As
+he came near the little green garden he said, "Oh, I smell fresh cake!
+Oh, I smell a little red hen!"
+
+Sure enough, there was the Little Red Hen eating her cake.
+
+Papa Fox stole up softly behind her and grabbed her and put her into the
+bag on his back; then he ran quickly off down the hill toward his home.
+
+The Little Red Hen was so frightened that she could only whisper, "Oh,
+dear! Oh, dear! Oh, dear!"
+
+Just then she had to sneeze, and when she put her claw into her pocket
+for her handkerchief, she felt her little scissors. Quick as a flash she
+took them out and cut a little hole in the bag. Peeping out she saw a
+great hill just ahead, all covered with stones. As Papa Fox stopped to
+rest on his way up the hill, with his back turned toward her, she cut a
+big hole in the bag, jumped out and quickly put a big stone in the bag
+in her place.
+
+As Papa Fox kept on up the hill, he thought the bag was pretty heavy,
+but he said, "Never mind, she is a fat little red hen."
+
+Mamma Fox met him at the front door with all the baby foxes.
+
+"The water is boiling," said she. "What have you in your bag?" asked the
+Baby Foxes.
+
+"A fat little red hen," said Papa Fox.
+
+As he held the bag over the pot, he said to Mamma Fox, "When I drop her
+in, you clap on the lid." So he opened the bag. Splash! went the boiling
+water. It spilled all over Papa Fox and Mamma Fox and the Baby Foxes.
+Never again did they try to catch the Little Red Hen.
+
+
+THE SHOEMAKER AND THE LITTLE ELVES
+
+BY THE BROTHERS GRIMM
+
+There was once a shoemaker, who, from no fault of his own, had become so
+poor that at last he had nothing left, but just sufficient leather for
+one pair of shoes. In the evening he cut out the leather, intending to
+make it up in the morning; and, as he had a good conscience, he lay
+quietly down to sleep, first commending himself to God. In the morning
+he said his prayers, and then sat down to work; but, behold, the pair of
+shoes were already made, and there they stood upon his board. The poor
+man was amazed, and knew not what to think; but he took the shoes into
+his hand to look at them more closely, and they were so neatly worked,
+that not a stitch was wrong; just as if they had been made for a prize.
+Presently a customer came in; and as the shoes pleased him very much, he
+paid down more than was usual; and so much that the shoemaker was able
+to buy with it leather for two pairs. By the evening he had got his
+leather shaped out; and when he arose the next morning, he prepared to
+work with fresh spirit; but there was no need--for the shoes stood all
+perfect on his board. He did not want either for customers; for two came
+who paid him so liberally for the shoes, that he bought with the money
+material for four pairs more. These also--when he awoke--he found all
+ready-made, and so it continued; what he cut out overnight was, in the
+morning, turned into the neatest shoes possible. This went on until he
+had regained his former appearance, and was becoming prosperous.
+
+One evening--not long before Christmas--as he had cut out the usual
+quantity, he said to his wife before going to bed, "What say you to
+stopping up this night, to see who it is that helps us so kindly?" His
+wife was satisfied, and fastened up a light; and then they hid
+themselves in the corner of the room, where hung some clothes which
+concealed them. As soon as it was midnight in came two little manikins,
+who squatted down on the board; and, taking up the prepared work, set to
+with their little fingers, stitching and sewing, and hammering so
+swiftly and lightly, that the shoemaker could not take his eyes off them
+for astonishment. They did not cease until all was brought to an end,
+and the shoes stood ready on the table; and then they sprang quickly
+away.
+
+  [Illustration: The Shoemaker & the Little Elves]
+
+The following morning the wife said, "The little men have made us rich,
+and we must show our gratitude to them; for although they run about they
+must be cold, for they have nothing on their bodies. I will make a
+little shirt, coat, waistcoat, trousers, and stockings for each, and do
+you make a pair of shoes for each."
+
+The husband assented; and one evening, when all was ready, they laid
+presents, instead of the usual work, on the board, and hid themselves to
+see the result.
+
+At midnight in came the Elves, jumping about, and soon prepared to work,
+but when they saw no leather, but the natty little clothes, they at
+first were astonished, but soon showed their rapturous glee. They drew
+on their coats, and smoothing them down, sang--
+
+     "Smart and natty boys are we;
+      Cobblers we'll no longer be."
+
+And so they went on hopping and jumping over the stools and chairs, and
+at last out at the door. After that evening they did not come again, but
+the shoemaker prospered in all he undertook, and lived happily to the
+end of his days.
+
+
+THE GINGERBREAD BOY[N]
+
+Now you shall hear a story that somebody's great, great-grandmother told
+a little girl ever so many years ago:
+
+There was once a little old man and a little old woman, who lived in a
+little old house in the edge of a wood. They would have been a very
+happy old couple but for one thing--they had no little child, and they
+wished for one very much. One day, when the little old woman was baking
+gingerbread, she cut a cake in the shape of a little boy, and put it
+into the oven.
+
+Presently, she went to the oven to see if it was baked. As soon as the
+oven door was opened, the little gingerbread boy jumped out, and began
+to run away as fast as he could go.
+
+The little old woman called her husband, and they both ran after him.
+But they could not catch him. And soon the gingerbread boy came to a
+barn full of threshers. He called out to them as he went by, saying:
+
+     "I've run away from a little old woman,
+       A little old man,
+     And I can run away from you, I can!"
+
+Then the barn full of threshers set out to run after him. But though
+they ran fast, they could not catch him. And he ran on till he came to a
+field full of mowers. He called out to them:
+
+     "I've run away from a little old woman,
+       A little old man,
+       A barn full of threshers,
+     And I can run away from you, I can!"
+
+Then the mowers began to run after him, but they couldn't catch him. And
+he ran on till he came to a cow. He called out to her:
+
+     "I've run away from a little old woman,
+       A little old man,
+       A barn full of threshers,
+       A field full of mowers,
+     And I can run away from you, I can!"
+
+But though the cow started at once, she couldn't catch him. And soon he
+came to a pig. He called out to the pig:
+
+     "I've run away from a little old woman,
+       A little old man,
+       A barn full of threshers,
+       A field full of mowers,
+       A cow,
+     And I can run away from you, I can!"
+
+But the pig ran, and couldn't catch him. And he ran till he came across
+a fox, and to him he called out:
+
+     "I've run away from a little old woman,
+       A little old man,
+       A barn full of threshers,
+       A field full of mowers,
+       A cow and a pig,
+     And I can run away from you, I can!"
+
+Then the fox set out to run. Now, foxes can run very fast, and so the
+fox soon caught the gingerbread boy and began to eat him up.
+
+Presently the gingerbread boy said: "O dear! I'm quarter gone!" And
+then: "Oh, I'm half gone!" And soon: "I'm three-quarters gone!" And at
+last: "I'm all gone!" and never spoke again.
+
+  [N] First published in _St. Nicholas_. Used by permission of the
+  publishers, The Century Company.
+
+
+
+
+#STORIES for LITTLE BOYS#
+
+
+
+
+MISCHIEF
+
+BY ROSAMOND UPHAM
+
+Mischief was a cunning little fellow from the very first day that I saw
+him. Such a round, plump little body, such short, clumsy legs, and such
+a roguish face; just the one of all his nine brothers and sisters about
+whom to write a story, and so you shall hear of his preparations for the
+long journey upon which he went when he was two months old.
+
+His playmates were sent away, one by one, until at last he was left all
+alone, with only the mastiff Rex for a companion, and a most forlorn
+little pup he was, running about all day long, trying to keep up with
+his new protector.
+
+One morning in January, the weather being very severe, Mischief was
+taken into the kitchen to live, and a happier dog than he could not be
+imagined, trotting about after the cook and housemaid from morning until
+night, chasing the cats, stealing towels and brushes--in fact, attending
+to all the mischief that came in his way.
+
+One day, about two weeks after he came into the house to live, a letter
+came from Milwaukee saying that he, too, must be sent off. And of
+course, Mischief knew about it. How could he help it, when the whole
+household were so sorry to have him go? And accordingly he began to make
+ready for the long journey he was so soon to take.
+
+As he sat by the range, evidently trying to make up his mind what to
+take with him, his first thought was of the old coat he had had as a
+bed; so he crossed the room, took the coat in his mouth, and with his
+paws scratched it up into a bundle.
+
+Then he thought of his milk-dish. Of course he must take that, for how
+could he drink from any other dish than the shiny one given him by the
+cook two weeks before? So he took that between his teeth and put it
+beside the coat. And the stove-hook, why not take that? No one seemed to
+be using it just at the moment. And a gelatin-box that had just been
+emptied, would it not be nice to pack his new collar in?
+
+So he ran tumbling across the floor for the box, and back again for the
+string, when just then a pair of mittens caught his eye, and in this
+cold weather the mittens would be a comfort on so long a journey, so
+they were added to the collection under the table. And Mischief was just
+thinking he was about ready to start, when the very thing he most
+dreaded to leave behind him ran across the floor--the little yellow
+kitten; why could she not go with him, and then the journey would not
+seem so long? Accordingly, he ran after her, caught her by the neck, and
+tried to put her down with his other baggage; but the kitten could not
+understand what Mischief meant, and scratched and spit in a way that
+plainly said she would not accompany him.
+
+Poor Mischief lay down in despair, and, after his hard morning's work,
+took a long nap, only waking in time for his dinner. The next day he was
+put into a warm box, carried to the station, and after a three days'
+journey arrived in Milwaukee, happy, well, and delighted with his new
+master, apparently quite forgetting his little mistress whom he left in
+her New Hampshire home.
+
+
+WILLIE AND HIS DOG DIVER
+
+BY H. N. POWERS
+
+Willie was a very little child and lived near a mill. One day he saw a
+big cruel boy come along and throw a little puppy into the mill-pond,
+and then run away. Willie cried out: "O Papa, Papa, do come here!"
+
+"What is the matter?" said his papa.
+
+"Oh, Papa! I want the little doggie! Please get him for me. He will be
+drowned!"
+
+His papa took a long pole and put it under the puppy's neck and pulled
+it out of the water and gave it to Willie. He was very happy with his
+dog, which, by next year, grew to be a big, strong, shaggy fellow, and
+was named Diver. He used to go with Willie everywhere the boy went, and
+he loved Willie very much. Everybody said: "What a beautiful dog!" and
+Willie was proud of him.
+
+One day when the nuts were ripe, Willie took his basket and went to pick
+hazelnuts. One big bush full of nuts hung over a deep place in the
+mill-pond, and, as Willie reached for the top branch, he slipped and
+fell in the water out of sight. But when he came up, Diver jumped in,
+took him by his collar, and brought him safe to land. So if it was good
+for Willie to save the dog's life when he was a little puppy, it was
+good for the dog to save Willie's life when _he_ was a little boy.
+
+And that was Diver's way of thanking Willie for saving his life. It was
+a very good way, too! And Willie and Diver were always the best of
+friends.
+
+
+GORDON'S TOY CASTLE ON THE HILL
+
+BY EVERETT WILSON
+
+Last Christmas little Gordon Bruce had a fine, large Christmas tree and
+lots of toys, just as a great many other nice boys and girls had. The
+tree was up in his playroom, a great, big, sunny room that used to be
+called the "nursery" when he was a baby.
+
+A few days after Christmas, Gordon's mother said: "Now, Gordon, I think
+we will have to take down your Christmas tree, for it is getting all
+dried up, and the little pine needles are dropping all over the floor,
+and the maid has to sweep them up every day."
+
+Gordon was sorry to have the tree taken down, for it looked so bright
+and Christmas-y, and he knew it would be a whole year before he would
+have another Christmas tree, so he asked his mother if she wouldn't wait
+just one day more. I think that is the way almost all the girls and boys
+feel. And his mother said she would wait until to-morrow.
+
+It was a rainy day, and as none of his little friends were with him, he
+began to play with all his toys one after the other; there were many of
+them, and some of the little ones were still hanging on the tree.
+
+Gordon's father came from Scotland, and he had read to Gordon many
+stories of the old days in Scotland, when the great generals and the
+noble lords lived in strong castles set high up on the mountains, so
+that the soldiers could not get near them. Now among Gordon's Christmas
+presents was a tiny castle just like the ones he had seen in the books
+his father read the stories from; and with this castle came a lot of
+soldiers.
+
+So this day Gordon got out his castle and soldiers and began to play
+with them. First he got a chair and put a big, thick rug over it to make
+it look like a steep hill; then he set the castle on top of the hill and
+stood the soldiers on the ground at the bottom of the hill--all in a
+row. He was making believe that the soldiers were trying to get up to
+the castle. Then he dropped some beautiful colored glass marbles, that
+his Uncle George had given him, down on the floor of the castle. The
+marbles rolled out of the front door of the castle and down the rug to
+the bottom of the hill, and bang! they would bump right against the tall
+soldiers and tumble them down. One after another Gordon would roll the
+marbles down until by and by every one of the soldiers would be knocked
+over, and as they were only wooden soldiers, of course they couldn't get
+up by themselves. Then Gordon would stand them all up in a row again and
+roll the marbles down the hill until not a single soldier was standing.
+It was lots of fun for Gordon, for you know it really didn't hurt the
+soldiers a bit, for they were only made of wood and their uniforms were
+just red and blue paint.
+
+The next day Gordon's mother took down the tree, and packed up the
+beautiful things that were on it, and put them away until next
+Christmas.
+
+  [Illustration: GORDON'S MAKE-BELIEVE CASTLE ON THE HILL.]
+
+
+HANS THE INNOCENT
+
+WRITTEN AND ILLUSTRATED BY M. I. WOOD
+
+Once upon a time there was a woman called Mrs. Stockchen and she had a
+son named Hans. They lived together in a little cottage and they had a
+hen and a cow.
+
+One morning Mrs. Stockchen said to her son: "Hans, my dear, will you
+take Cowslip, the cow, to pasture, and remember not to be late for
+supper." "Very well," said Hans, and he took up his stick and started
+for the field.
+
+The sun was very hot when he got there, and seeing a row of five shady
+trees, he lay down underneath them and fell asleep in two seconds. He
+snored with his mouth open. Cowslip had been watching him and when she
+saw his eyes close, she said, "Now! here's my chance!" and, jumping over
+the fence, she ran away.
+
+Hans stopped snoring and awoke at supper-time. He looked for Cowslip,
+but she had disappeared; he ran about calling for her, but she did not
+come; and at last he went home to his mother with a very sad face and
+said: "Oh, mother, Cowslip ran away while I was asleep. I have looked
+for her and cannot find her anywhere."
+
+"You lazy, careless, naughty, careless, naughty, lazy Boy!" cried Mrs.
+Stockchen. "You have left my poor cow wandering all alone. She will lose
+her way in the dark. Just you go and find her this instant. You will get
+no supper till you bring her back, or my name is not Matilda Maria!"
+
+Mrs. Stockchen had grown quite scarlet with rage and she shook the
+soup-ladle at her son to make him go faster. It was getting quite dark
+by the time Hans reached the field again and nowhere did he see any
+trace of the cow. He did not know in what direction she had gone, so he
+walked round and round the field, feeling very miserable.
+
+Just as 10 o'clock was striking, Cowslip stepped out from behind a tree,
+and kneeling at Hans's feet, said in a choking voice, "I am really very
+sorry, Hans." "Well," said Hans, "I am sorry too, but let us get home
+now." So they set out, tired and rather cross.
+
+But when they came within sight of the light in their own cottage
+window, they met two soldiers who stopped them, and asked what they were
+doing out so late. "We're just going home," said Hans. "Why," said the
+soldiers "you ought to have been there two hours ago."
+
+"Well, I couldn't help it," said Hans, "this cow ran away and I had to
+fetch her before going home to supper."
+
+"Boy!" said the soldiers, "you are not speaking the truth, you have
+stolen the cow, and you are very impertinent as well. We will take you
+to prison."
+
+They tied a rope round Hans's neck and another round the cow's, and took
+them to prison. They put Hans into a dungeon full of horrid creatures,
+but they let poor Cowslip wander about in the fields outside.
+
+One morning when Hans was crying because the door was locked and because
+the window bars looked so strong, Cowslip heard him. She came up beside
+the window, and standing on her hind-legs she peeped in and said, "Hans,
+my dear master, do you think that if I tried to knock down the wall with
+my horns, you could get out?" "I will try," said Hans. It was rather
+hard work for Cowslip, but at last she made a big enough hole and Hans
+leaped out.
+
+He knocked off his hat in doing so, but then Hans didn't care about a
+little thing like that.
+
+He jumped on her back, and away they went, over fallen trees, stones,
+ditches, hedges, everything. They came in sight of the cottage at last,
+and the sound of their approach caused Mrs. Stockchen to look out of the
+window. When she saw who it was she fairly jumped for joy and she rushed
+out at once to meet them.
+
+Hans fell into his mother's arms. And they all lived happily ever
+afterward.
+
+
+A REAL LITTLE BOY BLUE
+
+BY CAROLINE S. ALLEN
+
+Once there were four little brothers. The oldest had black eyes. He was
+called Little Boy Black. But I haven't time to tell about him just now.
+The second little brother had brown eyes. He was called Little Boy
+Brown. But I cannot tell you about him either. The third little brother
+had gray eyes, and was called Little Boy Gray. There is a very nice
+story I could tell you about him, but I am sure you would rather hear
+about the fourth little brother.
+
+  [Illustration: "'YES, PLEASE,' SAID LITTLE BOY BLUE."]
+
+For the youngest little brother had blue eyes; and his father and
+mother, his grandfather and grandmother, and every one else, called him
+Little Boy Blue. His eyes were very blue--as blue as the flowers you
+find down by the brook. You love the blue flowers, I know. And so I will
+tell you about Little Boy Blue.
+
+His jacket was blue, his trousers were blue, his stockings were blue,
+and even his little shoes were blue.
+
+One day Little Boy Blue's mother said to him: "Do you want to go and
+visit Aunt Polly?" "Who is Aunt Polly?" asked Little Boy Blue. "Aunt
+Polly lives on a farm, on a high hill. She has horses, and cows, and
+pigs, and hens, and ducks, and geese--" "And elephants?" asked Little
+Boy Blue. "No, not any elephants. But she has a woolly white lamb." "Oh,
+then I will go," cried Little Boy Blue. So his mother went up-stairs and
+found a little blue traveling-bag. And in the little blue bag she packed
+some of Little Boy Blue's clothes. Then Little Boy Blue and his mother
+went to visit Aunt Polly, who lived on a farm on a high hill.
+
+Little Boy Blue's mother stayed two days, and Little Boy Blue stayed ten
+days. When his mother was going home, she said to Aunt Polly: "Little
+Boy Blue likes to play, but he likes to work, too. So be sure to give
+him some work to do every day."
+
+"Very well," said Aunt Polly. And so by-and-by Aunt Polly went to find
+Little Boy Blue. And she said to him: "Dear Little Boy Blue, what can
+you do to help?" He thought a minute, and then he said: "I can eat
+apples to see if they are ripe. And I can pull the roses in the garden,
+if you have too many."
+
+"The apples are not ripe, and I have just enough roses in the garden,"
+said Aunt Polly. "Can you drive the cows out of the corn?"
+
+"Oh, yes, I can," said Little Boy Blue, "if Towzer can come too." Towzer
+was the dog.
+
+"And perhaps you can look after the sheep?"
+
+"Yes, Aunt Polly, I can do that," said Little Boy Blue.
+
+On the shelf in Little Boy Blue's room stood a little blue clock. And
+every morning at five o'clock the door of the clock flew open, and a
+cuckoo came out. The cuckoo said, "Cuck-oo," five times, and then went
+into the little blue clock again, and the little door closed after him.
+Then Little Boy Blue knew it was time to get up.
+
+When he was dressed, he came down-stairs, and Aunt Polly gave him his
+breakfast. He had new milk in a blue bowl, and johnny-cake on a little
+blue plate. These he always carried out onto the door-step because he
+liked, while he was eating and drinking, to see the green grass bending
+in the breeze, and the yellow butterflies dancing here and there in the
+sunshine.
+
+"This is the creamiest milk I ever saw," said Little Boy Blue.
+
+"That's nice," said Aunt Polly. "Do you want some more?"
+
+"Yes, please," said Little Boy Blue. So Aunt Polly brought the blue
+pitcher, and poured more creamy milk into his little blue bowl, and
+Little Boy Blue said: "Thank you, Aunt Polly."
+
+When Little Boy Blue could eat no more golden johnny-cake, and drink no
+more creamy milk, he jumped up from the door-step.
+
+First he put his arms around Aunt Polly's neck, and gave her a hug and a
+kiss. Then he went into the house to get his horn. The horn was a little
+blue one, and it hung on a peg near the kitchen door.
+
+What do you suppose the horn was for? Why, Little Boy Blue watched the
+cows and the sheep. Then if they got into the wrong places, and trampled
+on the crops, Little Boy Blue blew the horn. One of the men always heard
+the horn, and came to help drive the cows or the sheep back where they
+belonged.
+
+All this was very pleasant. But one day--what do you think? The sheep
+ran away, and jumped over a stone wall into the meadow, and the cows got
+into the corn. Nobody knew how it happened. Little Boy Blue had gone out
+that morning, just as he always did, to look after them; and no one had
+heard any horn. At last Towzer ran up to the barn, barking loudly. That
+was to give the alarm--about the sheep and the cows.
+
+"How queer!" said Aunt Polly, who was in the barn-yard feeding the
+chickens.
+
+"How strange!" said Uncle Ben.
+
+"Where's Little Boy Blue?" asked the men.
+
+  [Illustration: "'HE'S UNDER THE HAYCOCK, FAST ASLEEP!'"]
+
+"I'll call him," said Aunt Polly. So she walked, and she walked, all
+around the farm. As Aunt Polly walked she looked here, and she looked
+there. And she called:
+
+     "Little Boy Blue! Come blow your horn.
+      The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn."
+
+Where do you think Aunt Polly found him? When the head-farmer asked her,
+"Where's the little boy that looks after the sheep?" Aunt Polly said:
+"He's under the haycock, fast asleep."
+
+"Shall we go wake him?" said the head-farmer.
+
+"No, no; let him lie," said Aunt Polly. "For if we should wake him,
+'he'd cry, cry, cry.'"
+
+You see Little Boy Blue got up so early, he grew sleepy. And the sun was
+hot. And the haymow made a soft pillow. So he fell sound asleep, and
+dreamed about the woolly white lamb.
+
+But on the day after that, Little Boy Blue took a nap, first, so that
+when he looked after the cows and the sheep he could keep awake. He
+never again had to be told to blow his horn.
+
+When Little Boy Blue's visit was over, Aunt Polly said: "You've been a
+dear little helper. I'm going to give you something to take home." And,
+oh, joy! it was the woolly white lamb!
+
+
+TRAVELS OF A FOX
+
+ADAPTED BY CECILIA FARWELL
+
+The Fox was digging under an old tree and found a bumblebee. He gathered
+it up and put it into his bag and tied the string. Then he went to the
+first cottage at the end of the village street and said:
+
+"Good morning, Good Mother. The way is long, and I am weary. May I leave
+my bag here while I go to the grocery store?"
+
+"That will be all right," said the old woman, "put it behind the door."
+
+So the Fox put the bag behind the door, saying, as he did so: "Be sure
+that you do not untie the string, Good Mother." Then he went out of the
+cottage and on up the road.
+
+The old woman looked at the bag and said to herself: "Now, I wonder what
+that sly fellow carries so carefully? It will do no harm to see."
+
+So she untied the string and started to look into the bag, and when the
+bag was opened the bumblebee flew out, and the rooster which was
+stalking about in the kitchen promptly ate him up.
+
+When the Fox came back he saw that his bag had been opened and he said
+to the old woman: "Where is my bumblebee?"
+
+"I opened the bag for but an instant," said the old woman, "and the
+bumblebee flew out and the rooster ate him up."
+
+"Then I must take the rooster," said the Fox. So he gathered up the
+rooster, put him into the bag and tied the string, and threw the bag
+over his shoulder and went on down the road.
+
+When he came to the next cottage he knocked at the door and said: "Good
+morning, Good Mother. The way is long and I am weary. May I leave my bag
+here while I go on to the grocery store?"
+
+"That will be all right," said the old woman, "put it behind the door."
+
+So the Fox put the bag behind the door, saying as he did so: "Be sure
+that you do not untie the string, Good Mother," and he went on down the
+road.
+
+The old woman looked at the bag and said to herself, "Now I wonder what
+it is that that sly old fellow carries so carefully. It will do no harm
+to see."
+
+So she untied the string and started to look into the bag, and when the
+bag was opened the rooster flew out, and the pig which was in the
+kitchen promptly ate him up.
+
+When the Fox came back he saw that the bag had been opened, and he said:
+"Where is my rooster, Good Mother?"
+
+"I opened the bag for but an instant, and the rooster flew out and the
+pig ate him up," said the woman.
+
+"Then I must have the pig," said the Fox. So he gathered up the pig and
+put him into the bag and tied the string and threw the bag over his
+shoulder and went on down the road.
+
+When he came to the next cottage he knocked at the door and said: "Good
+morning, Good Mother. The way is long and I am weary. May I leave my bag
+here while I go to the grocery store?"
+
+"That will be all right," said the old woman, "put it behind the door."
+
+So the Fox put the bag behind the door, saying as he did so, "Be sure
+that you do not untie the string, Good Mother," and went on down the
+road.
+
+The old woman looked at the bag and said to herself: "Now I wonder what
+it is that that sly old fellow carries so carefully. It will do no harm
+to see."
+
+So she untied the string and opened the bag the least little bit, and
+the pig jumped out of the bag and ran into the house where the ox stood
+and the ox promptly gored him to death.
+
+When the Fox came back and saw that the bag had been opened he said:
+"Where is my pig, Good Mother?"
+
+"I opened the bag the least little bit, and the pig jumped out and the
+ox gored him to death," said the woman.
+
+"Then I must have the ox," said the Fox. So he went out into the yard
+and gathered up the ox and put him into the bag and tied the string and
+threw the bag on his back and went on down the road.
+
+When he came to the next cottage he knocked at the door and said: "Good
+morning, Good Mother. The way is long and I am weary. May I leave my bag
+here while I go to the grocery store?"
+
+"That will be all right," said the old woman, "put it behind the door."
+
+So the Fox put the bag behind the door, saying as he did so: "Be sure
+that you do not untie the string, Good Mother," and went on down the
+road.
+
+  [Illustration: "MAY I LEAVE MY BAG HERE?" SAID THE FOX]
+
+The woman looked at the bag and said to herself: "Now I wonder what it
+is that that sly old fellow carries so carefully? It will do no harm to
+see."
+
+So she untied the string and opened the bag and the ox jumped out and
+ran out into the yard, and the little boy who was playing there chased
+him off over the hill and into the wood.
+
+When the Fox came back he saw that the string had been untied, and he
+said to the old woman: "Where is my ox?"
+
+"I opened the bag the least little bit, and the ox jumped out and the
+little boy chased him over the hill and into the wood," said the old
+woman.
+
+"Then I must take the little boy," said the Fox.
+
+So he gathered up the little boy and put him into the bag and tied the
+string and threw the bag over his shoulder and started off down the
+road.
+
+When he came to the next house he knocked at the door and said: "Good
+morning, Good Mother. The way is long and I am weary. May I leave my bag
+while I go to the store?"
+
+"That will be all right," said the woman, "put it behind the door."
+
+So the Fox put the bag behind the door, saying as he did so: "Be sure
+that you do not untie the string, Good Mother," and went off.
+
+This woman was very busy that morning, making cake, and she had no time
+to think of the bag, and it lay there for a long time. By-and-by when
+the cake was done her little boys gathered around the table, crying:
+"Let me taste the cake, Mother. Give me a piece of cake!" And she gave
+each one of them a piece of cake.
+
+The cake smelled so good that the little boy in the bag cried out: "Oh,
+I want a piece of cake, too."
+
+When the woman heard the little boy cry out she went to the bag, and
+looking down at it, she said: "Now I wonder what that sly Fox has been
+about?" And the little boy cried out again, and the woman untied the
+string and let him out, and took the house dog and put him into the bag
+instead, and the little boy joined the others around the table, and she
+gave him a piece of the cake.
+
+When the Fox came back he saw that the bag was all tied up, and looked
+just as it had when he left it, so he took it from behind the door and
+threw it over his shoulder, saying to himself: "I have had a long
+journey to-day, and I am hungry. And I have not done so badly, either. I
+will now go into the woods and see how the little boy tastes."
+
+So he went into the woods and untied the string to take the little boy
+out of the bag. But the little boy, as we know, was standing around the
+table with the other little boys eating cake. And no sooner was the
+string untied than the house dog jumped out of the bag and sprang right
+on the Fox, and they had a fight right then and there in the woods.
+Pretty soon the dog went trotting down the road. But the Fox did not go
+home. In fact he did not go anywhere at all.
+
+
+OEYVIND AND MARIT
+
+Oeyvind was his name. A low barren cliff overhung the house in which he
+was born, fir and birch looked down on the roof, and wild-cherry strewed
+flowers over it. Upon this roof there walked about a little goat, which
+belonged to Oeyvind. He was kept there that he might not go astray, and
+Oeyvind carried leaves and grass up to him. One fine day the goat leaped
+down, and--away to the cliff; he went straight up, and came where he
+never had been before. Oeyvind did not see him when he came out after
+dinner, and thought immediately of the fox. He grew hot all over, looked
+around about, and called, "Killy-killy-killy-goat."
+
+"Bay-ay-ay," said the goat, from the brow of the hill, as he cocked his
+head on one side and looked down.
+
+But at the side of the goat there kneeled a little girl.
+
+"Is it yours, this goat?" she asked.
+
+Oeyvind stood with eyes and mouth wide open, thrust both hands into the
+breeches he had on, and asked, "Who are you?"
+
+"I am Marit, mother's little one, father's fiddle, the elf in the house,
+grand-daughter of Ole Nordistuen of the Heide farms, four years old in
+the autumn, two days after the frost nights, I!"
+
+"Are you really?" he said, and drew a long breath, which he had not
+dared to do so long as she was speaking.
+
+"Is it yours, this goat?" asked the girl again.
+
+"Ye-es," he said, and looked up.
+
+"I have taken such a fancy to the goat. You will give it to me?"
+
+"No, that I won't."
+
+She lay kicking her legs, and looking down at him, and then she said,
+"But if I give you a butter-cake for the goat, can I have him then?"
+
+Oeyvind came of poor people, and had eaten butter-cake only once in his
+life, that was when grandpapa came there, and anything like it he had
+never eaten before nor since. He looked up at the girl. "Let me see the
+butter-cake first," said he.
+
+She was not long about it, took out a large cake, which she held in her
+hand. "Here it is," she said, and threw it down.
+
+"Ow, it went to pieces," said the boy. He gathered up every bit with the
+utmost care; he could not help tasting the very smallest, and that was
+so good, he had to taste another, and, before he knew it himself, he had
+eaten up the whole cake.
+
+"Now the goat is mine," said the girl. The boy stopped with the last bit
+in his mouth, the girl lay and laughed, and the goat stood by her side,
+with white breast and dark brown hair, looking down.
+
+"Could you not wait a little while?" begged the boy; his heart began to
+beat. Then the girl laughed still more, and got up quickly on her knees.
+
+"No, the goat is mine," she said, and threw her arms around its neck,
+loosened one of her garters, and fastened it around. Oeyvind looked up.
+She got up, and began pulling at the goat; it would not follow, and
+twisted its neck downward to where Oeyvind stood. "Bay-ay-ay," it said.
+But she took hold of its hair with one hand, pulled the string with the
+other, and said gently, "Come, goat, and you shall go into the room and
+eat out of mother's dish and my apron." And then she sung,--
+
+     "Come, boy's goat,
+      Come, mother's calf,
+      Come, mewing cat
+      In snow-white shoes.
+      Come, yellow ducks,
+      Come out of your hiding-place;
+      Come, little chickens,
+      Who can hardly go;
+      Come, my doves
+      With soft feathers,
+      See, the grass is wet,
+      But the sun does you good;
+      And early, early is it in summer,
+      But call for the autumn, and it will come."
+
+There stood the boy.
+
+He had taken care of the goat since the winter before, when it was born,
+and he had never imagined he could lose it; but now it was done in a
+moment, and he would never see it again.
+
+His mother came up humming from the beach, with wooden pans which she
+had scoured: she saw the boy sitting with his legs crossed under him on
+the grass, crying, and she went up to him.
+
+"What are you crying about?"
+
+"Oh, the goat, the goat!"
+
+"Yes; where is the goat?" asked his mother, looking up at the roof.
+
+"It will never come back again," said the boy.
+
+"Dear me! how could that happen?"
+
+He would not confess immediately.
+
+"Has the fox taken it?"
+
+"Ah, if it only were the fox!"
+
+"Are you crazy?" said his mother; "what has become of the goat?"
+
+"Oh-h-h--I happened to--to--to sell it for a cake!"
+
+As soon as he had uttered the word, he understood what it was to sell
+the goat for a cake; he had not thought of it before. His mother said,--
+
+"What do you suppose the little goat thinks of you, when you could sell
+him for a cake?"
+
+And the boy thought about it, and felt sure that he could never again be
+happy. He felt so sorry, that he promised himself never again to do
+anything wrong, never to cut the thread on the spinning-wheel, nor let
+the goats out, nor go down to the sea alone. He fell asleep where he
+lay, and dreamed about the goat.
+
+Suddenly there came something wet close up to his ear, and he started
+up. "Bay-ay-ay!" it said; and it was the goat, who had come back again.
+
+"What! have you got back?" He jumped up, took it by the two fore-legs,
+and danced with it as if it were a brother; he pulled its beard, and he
+was just going in to his mother with it, when he heard some one behind
+him, and, looking, saw the girl sitting on the greensward by his side.
+Now he understood it all, and let go the goat.
+
+"Is it you, who have come with it?"
+
+She sat, tearing the grass up with her hands, and said,--
+
+"They would not let me keep it; grandfather is sitting up there,
+waiting."
+
+While the boy stood looking at her, he heard a sharp voice from the road
+above call out, "Now!"
+
+Then she remembered what she was to do; she rose, went over to Oeyvind,
+put one of her muddy hands into his, and, turning her face away,
+said,--
+
+"I beg your pardon!"
+
+But then her courage was all gone; she threw herself over the goat, and
+wept.
+
+"I think you had better keep the goat," said Oeyvind, looking the other
+way.
+
+"Come, make haste!" said grandpapa, up on the hill; and Marit rose, and
+walked with reluctant feet upward.
+
+"You are forgetting your garter," Oeyvind called after her. She turned
+round, and looked first at the garter and then at him. At last she came
+to a great resolution, and said, in a choked voice,--
+
+"You may keep that."
+
+He went over to her, and, taking her hand, said,--
+
+"Thank you!"
+
+"O, nothing to thank for!" she answered, but drew a long sigh, and
+walked on.
+
+He sat down on the grass again. The goat walked about near him, but he
+was no longer so pleased with it as before.
+
+The goat was fastened to the wall; but Oeyvind walked about, looking up
+at the cliff. His mother came out, and sat down by his side, he wanted
+to hear stories about what was far away, for now the goat no longer
+satisfied him. So she told him how once everything could talk: the
+mountain talked to the stream, and the stream to the river, the river to
+the sea, and the sea to the sky; but then he asked if the sky did not
+talk to any one; and the sky talked to the clouds, the clouds to the
+trees, the trees to the grass, the grass to the flies, the flies to the
+animals, the animals to the children, the children to the grown-up
+people; and so it went on, until it had gone round, and no one could
+tell where it had begun. Oeyvind looked at the mountain, the trees, the
+sky, and had never really seen them before. The cat came out at that
+moment, and lay down on the stone before the door in the sunshine.
+
+"What does the cat say?" asked Oeyvind, pointing. His mother sang,--
+
+     "At evening softly shines the sun,
+      The cat lies lazy on the stone.
+      Two small mice,
+      Cream thick and nice,
+      Four bits of fish,
+      I stole behind a dish,
+      And am so lazy and tired,
+      Because so well I have fared,"
+
+says the cat.
+
+But then came the cock, with all the hens.
+
+"What does the cock say?" asked Oeyvind, clapping his hands together.
+His mother sang,--
+
+     "The mother-hen her wings doth sink,
+      The cock stands on one leg to think:
+      That gray goose
+      Steers high her course;
+      But sure am I that never she
+      As clever as a cock can be.
+      Run in, you hens, keep under the roof to-day,
+      For the sun has got leave to stay away,"
+
+says the cock.
+
+But the little birds were sitting on the ridge-pole, singing. "What do
+the birds say?" asked Oeyvind, laughing.
+
+     "Dear Lord, how pleasant is life,
+      For those who have neither toil nor strife,"
+
+say the birds.
+
+And she told him what they all said, down to the ant, who crawled in the
+moss, and the worm who worked in the bark.
+
+That same summer, his mother began to teach him to read. He had owned
+books a long time, and often wondered how it would seem when they also
+began to talk. Now the letters turned into animals, birds, and
+everything else; but soon they began to walk together, two and two; _a_
+stood and rested under a tree, which was called _b_, then came _c_, and
+did the same; but when three or four came together, it seemed as if they
+were angry with each other, for it would not go right. And the farther
+along he came, the more he forgot what they were: he remembered longest
+_a_, which he liked best; it was a little black lamb, and was friends
+with everybody; but soon he forgot _a_ also: the book had no more
+stories, nothing but lessons.
+
+One day his mother came in, and said to him,--
+
+"To-morrow school begins, and then you are going up to the farm with
+me."
+
+Oeyvind had heard that school was a place where many boys played
+together; and he had no objection. Indeed, he was much pleased. He had
+often been at the farm, but never when there was school there; and now
+he was so anxious to get there, he walked faster than his mother up over
+the hills. As they came up to the neighboring house, a tremendous
+buzzing, like that from the water-mill at home, met their ears; and he
+asked his mother what it was.
+
+"That is the children reading," she answered, and he was much pleased,
+for that was the way he used to read, before he knew the letters. When
+he came in, there sat as many children round a table as he had ever
+seen at church; others were sitting on their luncheon boxes which were
+ranged round the walls; some stood in small groups round a large printed
+card; the schoolmaster, an old gray-haired man, was sitting on a stool
+by the chimney-corner, filling his pipe. They all looked up as Oeyvind
+and his mother entered, and the mill-hum ceased as if the water had
+suddenly been turned off. All looked at the new-comers; the mother bowed
+to the schoolmaster, who returned her greeting.
+
+  [Illustration: "THE GOAT IS MINE," SHE SAID, AND THREW HER ARMS AROUND
+  ITS NECK]
+
+"Here I bring a little boy who wants to learn to read," said his mother.
+
+"What is the fellow's name?" said the schoolmaster, diving down into his
+pouch after tobacco.
+
+"Oeyvind," said his mother, "he knows his letters, and can put them
+together."
+
+"Is it possible!" said the schoolmaster, "come here, you Whitehead!"
+
+Oeyvind went over to him: the schoolmaster took him on his lap, and
+raised his cap.
+
+"What a nice little boy!" said he, and stroked his hair. Oeyvind looked
+up into his eyes, and laughed.
+
+"Is it at me you are laughing?" asked he, with a frown.
+
+"Yes, it is," answered Oeyvind, and roared with laughter. At that the
+schoolmaster laughed, Oeyvind's mother laughed; the children understood
+that they also were allowed to laugh, and so they all laughed together.
+
+So Oeyvind became one of the scholars.
+
+As he was going to find his seat, they all wanted to make room for him.
+
+"Now, what are you going to do?" asked the schoolmaster, who was busy
+with his pipe again. Just as the boy is going to turn round to the
+schoolmaster, he sees close beside him, sitting down by the hearthstone
+on a little red painted tub, Marit, of the many names; she had covered
+her face with both hands, and sat peeping at him through her fingers.
+
+"I shall sit here," said Oeyvind, quickly, taking a tub and seating
+himself at her side. Then she raised a little the arm nearest him, and
+looked at him from under her elbow; immediately he also hid his face
+with both hands, and looked at her from under his elbow. So they sat,
+keeping up the sport, until she laughed, then he laughed too; the
+children had seen it, and laughed with them; at that, there rung out in
+a fearfully strong voice, which, however, grew milder at every pause,--
+
+"Silence! you young scoundrels, you rascals, you little
+good-for-nothings! Keep still, and be good to me, you sugar-pigs."
+
+That was the schoolmaster, whose custom it was to boil up, but calm down
+again before he had finished. It grew quiet immediately in the school,
+until the water-wheels again began to go: every one read aloud from his
+book, the sharpest louder and louder to get the preponderance, here
+trebles piped up, the rougher voices drummed and there one shouted in
+above the others, and Oeyvind had never had such fun in all his life.
+
+"Is it always like this here?" whispered he to Marit.
+
+"Yes, just like this," she said.
+
+Afterwards, they had to go up to the schoolmaster, and read; and then a
+little boy was called to read, so that they were allowed to go and sit
+down quietly again.
+
+"I have got a goat now, too," said she.
+
+"Have you?"
+
+"Yes; but it is not so pretty as yours."
+
+"Why don't you come oftener up on the cliff?"
+
+"Grandpapa is afraid I shall fall over."
+
+"Mother knows so many songs," said he.
+
+"Grandpapa does, too, you can believe."
+
+"Yes; but he does not know what mother does."
+
+"Grandpapa knows one about a dance. Would you like to hear it?"
+
+"Yes, very much."
+
+"Well, then, you must come farther over here, so that the schoolmaster
+may not hear."
+
+He changed his place, and then she recited a little piece of a song
+three or four times over, so that the boy learned it.
+
+"Up with you, youngsters!" called out the schoolmaster. "This is the
+first day, so you shall be dismissed early; but first we must say a
+prayer, and sing."
+
+Instantly, all was life in the school; they jumped down from the
+benches, sprung over the floor, and talked into each other's mouths.
+
+"Silence! you young torments, you little beggars, you noisy boys! be
+quiet, and walk softly across the floor, little children," said the
+schoolmaster; and now they walked quietly, and took their places, after
+which the schoolmaster went in front of them, and made a short prayer.
+Then they sung. The schoolmaster began in a deep bass, all the children
+stood with folded hands, and joined in. Oeyvind stood farthest down by
+the door with Marit, and looked on; they also folded their hands, but
+they could not sing.
+
+That was the first day at school.
+
+
+
+
+#Happy Days#
+
+
+
+
+WHAT THE CAT AND HEN DID
+
+Four little children were playing in their garden one day. There were
+Mollie and Jamie and Betty and Teddy.
+
+  [Illustration: "THEY WERE SO BUSY MAKING MUD-PIES THAT THEY DID NOT SEE
+  'MRS. TOMKINS.'"]
+
+They were so busy making mud-pies that they did not see "Mrs. Tomkins,"
+the old cat, when she came and mewed, and mewed, and put up her paw, and
+touched Mollie and Jamie and Betty and Teddy--first one and then the
+other, as much as to say, "Do come, some of you, and help me! Do come,
+_please_!"
+
+By and by the children's mama came out of the house and saw how queerly
+the cat was acting, and said: "Children, Mrs. Tomkins is trying to get
+you to go with her and see if her babies are all right."
+
+So the children left their play, and said: "Come, Mrs. Tomkins, we will
+go with you now."
+
+The old cat gave a thankful "m-i-e-o-u," and started down the walk
+leading to the barn. Every now and then she looked back to see if the
+children were really coming. When she got to the stable, she ran and
+jumped up on the manger, and looked down into it, and gave a quick,
+sharp "m-i-e-o-u," as if to say, "What do you think of that?" And the
+children looked in and saw a hen sitting upon the old cat's kittens and
+trying to keep them all covered up! When the cat tried to go near them,
+the hen would peck at her and drive her away. How the children laughed!
+Mollie said: "Did you ever see anything so funny! I am going to ask Mama
+to write a funny story about it,--how our old hen 'dopted the kittens."
+
+The hen had been sitting upon some eggs in a nest near where the cat had
+set up housekeeping, and when the cat went out, the hen came over and
+took the cat's little family under her wings, just as if they had been
+so many chick-a-biddies. And when the cat went home again, the hen
+wouldn't let her come near the kittens. Mollie took the hen off, and
+Mrs. Tomkins was happy.
+
+  [Illustration: "EVERY NOW AND THEN SHE LOOKED BACK TO SEE IF THE
+  CHILDREN WERE REALLY COMING."]
+
+The next day she came again, looking as though she said, "I am very
+sorry to trouble you, but I _must_." Then she said, "M-i-e-o-u!
+m-i-e-o-u!" So the children left their play and went to the stable with
+her, and found the hen playing mother to Mrs. Tomkins's kittens again
+and trying to make them keep still and stay under her wings. If one of
+them poked its head out, she would give it a sharp peck to make it go
+back.
+
+The children laughed again, and Mollie said: "Poor Mrs. Tomkins, I would
+look for a new house if I were you--you do have such meddlesome
+neighbors! Then she took the hen off, and Mrs. Tomkins picked up one of
+the kittens.
+
+  [Illustration: "MRS. TOMKINS GAVE A SHARP 'M-I-E-O-U,' AS IF TO SAY,
+  'WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THAT?'"]
+
+The children's mama was sitting in the library reading when the old cat
+came in, with a kitten in her mouth. She put it softly down, went out,
+and soon returned with another. She kept on doing this until she had
+moved all her family of five kittens. Then she settled herself in a cozy
+corner, and looked at the lady, and purred in this way: "If you only
+knew how much trouble I have had with that bad old hen, you would let me
+and my children stay here."
+
+The lady laughed and said: "I will see what I can do for you."
+
+Just then the children came in and begged to have the kittens stay. So a
+new home was made for them in a box in the woodhouse.
+
+
+DOT'S BIRTHDAY CAKE
+
+Once there was a little girl called Dot. And she was just five years
+old. And she had a fine birthday cake. It was big and round, and it had
+five beautiful little pink candles set in pink rosebuds on top.
+
+Dot sat at the big table at dinner that day, and by and by they put a
+pretty pink paper cap on her head and then brought in the birthday cake.
+And the little candles were all burning bright. And when she saw it she
+said, "Oh! oh! how lovely! It is just too pretty to cut!"
+
+But her mama said, "I will cut it for you, dear." So she cut one piece
+for Dot, and then she asked Dot, "Will Marie have a piece?" Marie was
+Dot's big doll. And Dot looked at her and said, "Marie says, 'No, thank
+you.'" And mama said, "Will Fuzzy have a piece?" Fuzzy was Dot's Teddy
+Bear. And Dot looked at him and said: "He says, 'No, thank you.'" And
+mama said, "Will papa have a piece?" And Dot said, "Oh, yes. Won't you,
+papa?" And papa said, "Yes, please." And Dot said, "Mama, you will. You
+_must_ have a piece of my birthday cake." And mama said, "Yes, thank
+you."
+
+And mama cut the cake and gave Dot a piece and papa a piece and herself
+a piece. But she left the parts of the cake where the candles were
+burning,--one, two, three, four, five. And Dot's birthday cake lasted
+one, two, three, four, five whole days before it was all gone.
+
+
+NED AND ROVER AND JACK
+
+A boy named Ned had a little puppy-dog named Rover. One day, Ned's papa
+gave him a nice new toy wagon. Ned was pulling it around the yard when
+he saw Rover. "Come, Rover!" he said, "I will give you a fine ride." So
+he took Rover and put him in the wagon and gave him a ride.
+
+But just then Ned saw a boy he knew, named Tom. Tom was running down the
+street. Ned called to him but he did not hear. Ned wanted to show Tom
+his new wagon. So he ran after Tom as fast as he could go, calling,
+"Tom! Tom!" and never thinking of poor little Rover. He was barking with
+all his might, "Bow! wow! Bow-wow! bow-wow-wow-wow!" which means "Oh,
+stop! stop! I'm going to fall out!" And the next minute Rover went
+"bumpity-bump!" out into the road, and ran off home, crying,
+"Ow-wow-wow!" He was not hurt much, but he was badly frightened. But he
+soon forgot his ride, and he grew and he grew and he grew, till, by and
+by, he was a big dog. And then, Ned's little brother, Jack, had a little
+wagon. But now Rover was too big to ride in it. So Jack said he would
+make Rover pull it and _he_ would ride.
+
+Ned helped him to harness Rover in it like a horse, and Jack climbed in
+and took the reins. "Get up!" said Jack, and away they went out into the
+yard and on into a big field. But just then a little rabbit started up
+in front of them, and the minute Rover saw it, he began to race after
+the rabbit. Poor Jack couldn't hold him at all. Round and round they
+went, and they ran, and they ran, and they ran! Jack called out, "Whoa,
+Rover! Stop, Rover!" But Rover didn't stop. He wanted to catch the
+rabbit and he forgot about Jack.
+
+At last the rabbit ran toward a hole under the wall, where Rover could
+not get him. But Rover dashed after him as fast as he could go.
+"Bumpity-bump" went the little wagon, and just as Rover missed the
+rabbit, the wheel struck a big stone and poor _Jack_ tumbled out on the
+ground. But he didn't cry. He was not hurt much, and he wasn't
+frightened at all. He ran and caught Rover, and said, "Oho! Who cares
+for a little bump like that? You're a funny horse, Rover. But you didn't
+catch your rabbit, you old runaway--did you?"
+
+
+     I had a little Kitten,
+     His name was Pussy Grey--
+     I lent him to a Lady
+     While I was far away--
+     She petted him, she fed him
+     On things to make him fat--
+     And now I have him back again
+     My Kitten is a Cat!
+
+
+HOW POLLY HAD HER PICTURE TAKEN
+
+BY EVERETT WILSON
+
+It was a bright spring morning, and all the animals on the Meadowbrook
+Farm had been given their breakfast, and the Piggy-wig family had
+settled down to a cozy nap. Suddenly there was heard a great noise and
+rushing out in the apple orchard. Old Mother Piggy-wig jumped up on her
+hind legs and looked over the fence of her sty to see what it was all
+about. The little pig that went to market, and the little pig that
+stayed at home, also jumped up, quite as excited as their mother. Then
+the little pig that had roast beef, and the little pig that had none,
+woke up, and they, too, scampered about, wishing to know what was going
+on down under the apple-trees. But before old Mother Piggy-wig could
+tell them, the little pig, who, one day, could not find his way home,
+found a big hole in the lower board of the sty, and at once shouted:
+
+"Oh, I see what it is! It is little Polly going to have her picture
+taken."
+
+And, sure enough, there was Polly's brother Ned with his camera; and
+after him came Polly, and after Polly came--guess what!
+
+Well, first there came Blackie, the cat, then came Banty, the hen; and
+then came Gyp, the dog. And such a mew-mewing, and cluck-clucking, and
+bow-wowing you never heard!
+
+Polly had often had her picture taken, but it was always with her papa
+or her mamma, and she had never had her picture taken with her pets. So
+brother Ned had promised that on her birthday he would take her picture
+with all of her pets--if they would only keep still. This day was
+Polly's birthday, and, as the weather was fine, her brother had told her
+to follow him out to the orchard.
+
+Ned fastened his camera on its three sprawling legs, while Polly tried
+to gather her pets around her. But by this time Blackie, the cat, was
+chasing a squirrel (though he did not catch him), and Banty, the hen,
+was away off scratching for worms; and Gyp, the dog, was barking at a
+bossy calf down by the brook, for, of course, Polly's pets did not know
+it was her birthday and that they were to have their pictures taken with
+her.
+
+Polly called, as loud as she could, "Here, Blackie, Blackie; here,
+Banty, Banty; here, Gyp, Gyp," and as quick as a wink the animals came
+running up to her.
+
+At first she sat down, but all three of her pets got in her lap until
+you could scarcely see Polly behind them. That would not do, of course,
+because it was Polly's picture that was the most important.
+
+Finally, she stood up and made her pets stand up, too. Then she had more
+trouble, for Gyp wanted to stand next to her, and so did Banty, and so
+did Blackie, but she told them if they were not good and did not stand
+just where she put them, they could not have their pictures taken at
+all. She even said she would get the little pig that could not find his
+way home, and would have her picture taken with _him_. They did not like
+that, so they promised to be good. She stood Banty on one side of her,
+and Gyp on the other side, and then she put Blackie on one end next to
+Banty. But Gyp and Blackie jumped around so lively that Brother Ned ran
+into the house and brought out Polly's toy cow, and stood her next to
+Blackie, and that kept _him_ quiet, because he was afraid the cow would
+hook him with her horns--he did not know it was not a _real_ cow. Then
+Ned brought out Polly's toy lion and put him next to Gyp, and that kept
+_him_ quiet, because he thought the lion would eat him up,--he did not
+know it was not a _real_ lion.
+
+So, after they were all nice and quiet, Ned called out:
+
+"Ready! Look pleasant! One, two, three--all over!"
+
+And here is the way they looked in the picture that Ned took that
+morning:
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+IDLE BEN
+
+     Idle Ben was a naughty boy
+       (If you please, this story's true),
+     He caused his teachers great annoy,
+       And his worthy parents, too.
+
+     Idle Ben, in a boastful way
+       To his anxious parents told
+     That while he was young he thought he'd play,
+       And he'd learn when he grew old.
+
+     "Ah, Ben," said his mother, and dropped a tear,
+       "You'll be sorry for this, by-and-by"
+     Says Ben, "To me that's not very clear,
+       But at any rate I'll try."
+
+     So idle Ben, he refused to learn,
+       Thinking that he could wait;
+     But when he had his living to earn,
+       He found it was just too late.
+
+     Little girls, little boys, don't delay your work,
+       Some day you'll be women and men.
+     Whenever your task you're inclined to shirk,
+       Take warning by idle Ben.
+
+
+THE HOLE IN THE CANNA-BED
+
+BY ISABEL GORDON CURTIS
+
+One evening in May, Chuckie Wuckie's papa finished setting out the
+plants in the front yard. Into one large bed he put a dozen fine cannas.
+They looked like fresh young shoots of corn. He told Chuckie Wuckie that
+when summer came they would grow tall, with great spreading leaves and
+beautiful red-and-yellow blossoms.
+
+"Taller than me, papa?" asked the little girl, trying to imagine what
+they would look like.
+
+"Much taller; as tall as I am."
+
+Chuckie Wuckie listened gravely while papa told her she must be very
+careful about the canna-bed. She must not throw her ball into it, or dig
+there, or set a foot in the black, smooth earth. She nodded her head
+solemnly, and made a faithful promise. Then she gathered up her tiny
+rake and hoe and spade, and carried them to the vine-covered shed to put
+beside her father's tools.
+
+Next morning, when papa went to look at the canna-bed, he discovered
+close beside one of the largest plants a snug, round hole. It looked
+like a little nest. He found Chuckie Wuckie digging with an iron spoon
+in the ground beside the fence.
+
+  [Illustration: "PAPA TOLD HER SHE MUST BE VERY CAREFUL ABOUT THE
+  CANNA-BED."]
+
+"Dearie," he said, "do you remember I told you, last night, that you
+must not dig in the canna-bed?"
+
+"Yes," said the little girl.
+
+"Come and see the hole I found there."
+
+So Chuckie Wuckie trotted along at her father's heels. She stood
+watching him as he filled in the hole and smoothed down the earth.
+
+"I did not dig it," said Chuckie Wuckie. "I just came and looked to see
+if the canna had grown any through the night, but I did not dig it."
+
+"Really?" asked her papa, very gravely.
+
+"Really and truly, I did not put my foot on there," said Chuckie Wuckie.
+
+Papa did not say another word. But he could not help thinking that the
+hole looked as if the iron spoon had neatly scooped it out.
+
+Next morning he found the hole dug there again, and Chuckie Wuckie was
+still busy in her corner by the fence. He did not speak of it, however.
+There were prints of small feet on the edge. He only smoothed down the
+earth and raked the bed. He did this for three mornings, then he led
+Chuckie Wuckie again to the canna-bed.
+
+"Papa," she said earnestly, "I did not dig there. Truly, I didn't. The
+hole is there every morning. I found it to-day before you came out, but
+I did not dig it." There were tears in her brown eyes.
+
+"I believe you, Chuckie Wuckie dear," said her father, earnestly.
+
+That night the little girl stood at the gate, watching for her father to
+jump off the car. She could hardly wait for him to kiss her. She took
+his hand and led him to the canna-bed.
+
+"Look!" she cried eagerly.
+
+She was pointing excitedly to a hole beside the roots of a fresh, green
+canna plant.
+
+"That hole again," said her father. "There's a stone in it now, isn't
+there?"
+
+"No, that's what I thought; stoop down and look close, papa!" cried
+Chuckie Wuckie.
+
+It was the head of a fat hop-toad, but all that could be seen was its
+mouth and bright eyes. It was staring at them. Papa poked it with the
+point of his umbrella. It scrambled deeper into the hole, until there
+was nothing to be seen but the dirt. It was slowly changing to the color
+of the black earth.
+
+"I watched him," cried Chuckie Wuckie, excitedly--"oh, for an hour! When
+I found him he was just hopping on the canna-bed. He was looking for his
+house. He acted as if the door had been shut in his face. Then he began
+to open it. He crawled and scrambled round and round, and threw up the
+dirt, and poked and pushed. At last he had the hole made, just as it is
+every morning, and he crawled in. Then he lay and blinked at me."
+
+"Clever fellow," said papa. "Well, we won't grudge him a home, and we
+won't shut the door again in his face, will we, Chuckie Wuckie?"
+
+The cannas have grown very tall now--almost as tall as Chuckie Wuckie's
+papa--and so thick that you cannot see where the roots are; but a fat,
+brown hop-toad has a snug, cool, safe little nest there, and he
+gratefully crawls into it when the sun grows very hot.
+
+
+The Conceited Mouse
+
+BY ELLA FOSTER CASE
+
+Once upon a time there was a very small mouse with a very, very large
+opinion of himself. What he didn't know his own grandmother couldn't
+tell him.
+
+"You'd better keep a bright eye in your head, these days," said she, one
+chilly afternoon. "Your gran'ther has smelled a trap."
+
+"Scat!" answered the small mouse--"'s if I don't know a trap when I see
+it!" And that was all the thanks she got for her good advice.
+
+"Go your own way, for you will go no other," the wise old mouse said to
+herself; and she scratched her nose slowly and sadly as she watched her
+grandson scamper up the cellar stairs.
+
+"Ah!" sniffed he, poking his whiskers into a crack of the dining-room
+cupboard, "cheese--as I'm alive!" Scuttle--scuttle. "I'll be squizzled,
+if it isn't in that cunning little house; I know what that is--a
+cheese-house, of course. What a very snug hall! That's the way with
+cheese-houses. I know, 'cause I've heard the dairymaid talk about 'em.
+It must be rather inconvenient, though, to carry milk up that step and
+through an iron door. I know why it's so open--to let in fresh air. I
+tell you, that cheese is good! Kind of a reception-room in there--guess
+I know a reception-room from a hole in the wall. No trouble at all about
+getting in, either. Wouldn't grandmother open her eyes to see me here!
+Guess I'll take another nibble at that cheese, and go out. What's that
+noise? What in squeaks is the matter with the door? This is a
+cheese-house, I know it is--but what if it should turn out to be
+a--O-o-o-eeee!" And that's just what it did turn out to be.
+
+  [Illustration: End of ye Tale]
+
+
+
+
+#RHYMES CONCERNING "MOTHER"#
+
+
+
+
+A BOY'S MOTHER[O]
+
+BY JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY
+
+     My mother she's so good to me,
+     Ef I was good as I could be,
+     I couldn't be as good--no, sir!--
+     Can't any boy be good as her.
+
+     She loves me when I'm glad er sad;
+     She loves me when I'm good er bad;
+     An', what's a funniest thing, she says
+     She loves me when she punishes.
+
+     I don't like her to punish me--
+     That don't hurt--but it hurts to see
+     Her cryin'.--Nen _I_ cry; an' nen
+     We both cry an' be good again.
+
+     She loves me when she cuts an' sews
+     My little cloak an' Sund'y clothes;
+     An' when my Pa comes home to tea,
+     She loves him 'most as much as me.
+
+     She laughs an' tells him all I said,
+     An' grabs me up an' pats my head;
+     An' I hug _her_, an' hug my Pa,
+     An' love him purt' nigh much as Ma.
+
+  [O] From "Rhymes of Childhood," by James Whitcomb Riley. Used by special
+  permission of the publishers. The Bobbs-Merrill Company.
+
+
+MOTHER
+
+BY ROSE FYLEMAN
+
+     When mother comes each morning
+       She wears her oldest things,
+     She doesn't make a rustle,
+       She hasn't any rings;
+     She says, "Good-morning, chickies,
+       It's such a lovely day,
+     Let's go into the garden
+       And have a game of play!"
+
+     When mother comes at tea-time
+       Her dress goes shoo-shoo-shoo,
+     She always has a little bag,
+       Sometimes a sunshade too;
+     She says, "I am so hoping
+       There's something left for me;
+     Please hurry up, dear Nanna,
+       I'm dying for my tea."
+
+     When mother comes at bed-time
+       Her evening dress she wears,
+     She tells us each a story
+       When we have said our prayers;
+     And if there is a party
+       She looks so shiny bright
+     It's like a lovely fairy
+       Dropped in to say good-night.
+
+
+THE GOODEST MOTHER
+
+     Evening was falling, cold and dark,
+       And people hurried along the way
+     As if they were longing soon to mark
+       Their own home candle's cheering ray.
+
+     Before me toiled in the whirling wind
+       A woman with bundles great and small,
+     And after her tugged, a step behind,
+       The Bundle she loved the best of all.
+
+     A dear little roly-poly boy
+       With rosy cheeks, and a jacket blue,
+     Laughing and chattering full of joy,
+       And here's what he said--I tell you true:
+
+     "You're the goodest mother that ever was."
+       A voice as clear as a forest bird's;
+     And I'm sure the glad young heart had cause
+       To utter the sweet of the lovely words.
+
+     Perhaps the woman had worked all day
+       Washing or scrubbing; perhaps she sewed;
+     I knew, by her weary footfall's way
+       That life for her was an uphill road.
+
+     But here was a comfort. Children dear,
+       Think what a comfort you might give
+     To the very best friend you can have here,
+       The lady fair in whose house you live,
+
+     If once in a while you'd stop and say,--
+       In task or play for a moment pause,
+     And tell her in sweet and winning way,
+       "You're the GOODEST mother that ever was."
+
+
+MOTHER'S WAY
+
+BY CARRIE WILLIAMS
+
+     Nowadays girls go to cooking-school
+     And learn to cook just so by rule;
+     But all I know, I'm glad to say,
+     My mother taught me day by day.
+
+     She did not need a great cook-book;
+     She knew how much and what it took
+     To make things good and sweet and light.
+     What Mother does is always right.
+
+
+WHO IS IT?
+
+BY ETHEL M. KELLEY
+
+     Whose hair is all curly, an' eyes "baby-blue"?
+     Who wakes up too early 'fore night-time is fru?
+     Who dresses her pillow all up in the clo'es,
+     An' counts all her piggies when nobody knows?
+     An' who's des' as _quiet_ as _quiet_ can be?
+         Muvver says--_me_.
+
+     Who w'ites wif a pencil all over a book?
+     An' who gets the ink when nobody does look?
+     An' who gets her fingies all blacker than black?
+     An' who gets 'em spatted when Muvver comes back?
+     An' who's des' as _sorry_ as _sorry_ can be?
+         Muvver says--_me_.
+
+     Who goes down to dinner on Sundays at two,
+     All dressed in w'ite frillies, an' tied up in blue?
+     An' who waits for Father to cut up her meat,
+     When she is _so_ hungry an' nuffin' to eat?
+     An' who's des' as "_patient_" as "_patient_" can be?
+         Muvver says--_me_.
+
+     Who gets on her nightie an' says all her prayers?
+     An' then comes a-stealin' an' creepin' down-stairs?
+     Who cuddles up comfy an' teases to stay?
+     An' who is so spoiled 'at she _won't_ go away,
+     Even when she's as _sleepy_ as _sleepy_ can be?
+         Muvver says--_me_.
+
+
+MY DEAREST IS A LADY
+
+BY MIRIAM S. CLARK
+
+     My dearest is a lady, she wears a gown of blue,
+     She sits beside the window where the yellow sun comes through;
+     The light is shining on her hair, and all the time she sews,
+     She sings a song about a knight, a dear, brave knight she knows.
+
+     My dearest is a lady--and oh, I love her well!
+     Full five and twenty times a day this very tale I tell;
+     For I'm the knight in armor, a shield and sword I wear,
+     And Mother is my lady, with the light upon her hair.
+
+
+HOW MANY LUMPS!
+
+     How many lumps of sugar
+       Ought a little girl to use
+     To sweeten a cup of chocolate?
+       I can take just what I choose.
+
+     Five make it just like candy,
+       And four are most as good--
+     There's no one to say I mustn't,
+       Now I wonder if I should.
+
+     Three is what Nurse allows me,
+       So that would be surely right.
+     Uncle Jack takes two lumps always
+       And says it is "out of sight."
+
+     Five, four, three, two--I wonder--
+       Or none, just like Papa?
+     Well, after all, I'll take but one
+       And copy my dear Mama.
+
+  [Illustration: From the painting by H. Morisset.
+  By permission of the artist.]
+
+
+When Mother Goes Away
+
+BY CLARA ODELL LYON
+
+     Says Bobby to Mother:
+       "I'll be good as I can."
+     "I _know_ you will, Bobby;
+       You're Mother's little man."
+
+             BUT--
+
+     His mother then takes every match from the box;
+     The door of the pantry securely she locks;
+     Puts the hammer and tacks, and the scissors and ink
+     In the best hiding places of which she can think
+     And wonders at last, as her hat she pins on,
+     What mischief her Bobby will do while she's gone!
+
+
+AN OLD SONG--"THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME!"
+
+     When people ask me where I live,
+     I hate to have to go and give
+         A name like Smithville, plain.
+     I'd rather say:--"Sir, if you please,
+     My home is in the Hebrides,"
+     Or, "High up in the Pyrenees,"
+         Or, "At Gibraltar, Spain."
+
+     "Constantinople," too, sounds fine,
+     And "Drachenfels-upon-the-Rhine,"
+         And "Madagascar," too;
+     And "Yokohama" sounds so great,
+     And "Hindustan" is just first-rate;
+     I rather like even "Bering Strait,"
+         And "Cuzco" in Peru.
+
+     And yet, I would not be at night,
+     Alone upon the "Isle of Wight,"
+         Or on the "Zuyder Zee."
+     At "Nova Zembla," in a gale,
+     I know that I should just turn pale;
+     For fear of earthquakes, I should quail
+         In "sunny Italy."
+
+     A place that sounds nice on the map,
+     May have a little too much snap
+         To keep within its wall,
+     And so, though many names I see,
+     That sound as stylish as can be,
+     There's no place quite so good for me,
+         As Smithville, after all!
+
+                              _Blanche Elizabeth Wade._
+
+
+
+
+#UNCLES AND AUNTS AND OTHER RELATIVES#
+
+
+
+
+GRANDMOTHER'S MEMORIES
+
+BY HELEN A. BYROM
+
+  [Illustration: "STANDS WATCHING THE SETTING SUN."]
+
+     Grandmother sits in her easy-chair,
+       In the ruddy sunlight's glow;
+     Her thoughts are wandering far away
+       In the land of Long Ago.
+     Again she dwells in her father's home,
+       And before her loving eyes
+     In the light of a glorious summer day
+       The gray old farm-house lies.
+
+     She hears the hum of the spinning-wheel
+       And the spinner's happy song;
+     She sees the bundles of flax that hang
+       From the rafters, dark and long;
+     She sees the sunbeams glide and dance
+       Across the sanded floor;
+     And feels on her cheek the wandering breeze
+       That steals through the open door.
+
+     Beyond, the flowers nod sleepily
+       At the well-sweep, gaunt and tall;
+     And up from the glen comes the musical roar
+       Of the distant waterfall.
+     The cows roam lazily to and fro
+       Along the shady lane;
+     The shouts of the reapers sound faint and far
+       From the fields of golden grain.
+
+     And grandma herself, a happy girl,
+       Stands watching the setting sun,
+     While the spinner rests, and the reapers cease,
+       And the long day's work is done;
+     Then something wakes her--the room is dark,
+       And vanished the sunset glow,
+     And grandmother wakes, with a sad surprise,
+       From the dreams of long ago.
+
+
+Great-Aunt Lucy Lee
+
+By Cora Walker Hayes
+
+     Sometimes when I am tired of play
+       My mother says to me,
+     "Come, daughter, we will call to-day
+       On Great-aunt Lucy Lee."
+
+     And soon, by mother's side, I skip
+       Along the quiet street,
+     Where tall old trees, on either side,
+       Throw shadows at my feet.
+
+     The houses stand in solemn rows,
+       And not a child is seen;
+     The blinds are drawn, the doors are shut,
+       The walks are span and clean.
+
+     Then when we come to number three,
+       I stretch my hand up--so!
+     And find the old brass knocker's ring;
+       I rap, and in we go.
+
+     There Great-aunt Lucy, small and prim,
+       Sits by the chimney-piece;
+     Her knitting-needles clicking go,
+       And never seem to cease.
+
+     Aunt Lucy's eyes are blue and kind,
+       Her wrinkled face is fair;
+     She hides with cap or snowy lace
+       Her pretty silver hair.
+
+     Aunt Lucy's voice is sweet and low,
+       Her smile is quick and bright;
+     She wears a gown of lavender,
+       And kerchief soft and white.
+
+     I fold my hands in front of me
+       And sit quite still and staid,
+     Till Great-aunt Lucy, smiling, says,
+       "Come hither, little maid!"
+
+     There Great-aunt Lucy small and prim
+       Sits by the chimney-piece
+     Her knitting needles clicking go
+       And never seem to cease]
+
+  [Illustration:
+     Pale roses of a hundred leaves
+       Sweet-William, Four-o'clocks
+     Pinks, daisies, bleeding-hearts and things
+       All bordered round with box]
+
+     And from her silken bag she takes
+       A peppermint or two,
+     And questions me about my play,
+       My school, my dolls, the Zoo.
+
+     And then she rings for Hannah, who
+       Comes hobbling stiffly in,
+     With sugared cakes and jelly-tarts
+       Upon a shining tin.
+
+     When I have eaten all I can,
+       Aunt Lucy bids me go
+     Into the garden, where all kinds
+       Of lovely flowers grow.
+
+     Pale roses of a hundred leaves,
+       Sweet-william, four-o'clocks,
+     Pinks, daisies, bleeding-hearts and things
+       All bordered 'round with box.
+
+     And there's an arbor, where the grapes
+       Hang low enough to reach;
+     A plum-tree just across the path,
+       And by the wall a peach.
+
+     And oh! I think it very nice
+       To come and visit here;
+     The house, the garden and the folks
+       All seem so very queer!
+
+     And though I am well satisfied
+       A while to romp and play,--
+     A wee old lady, kind and dear,
+       _I_ want to be some day;
+
+     And so I hope that when I, too,
+       Have grown to eighty-three,
+     I'll be a lovely lady like
+       My Great-aunt Lucy Lee.
+
+
+Our Visitors
+
+By Isabel Lyndall
+
+     When grandma comes to visit,
+       She very often brings
+     Her satchel full of cookies,
+       And ginger cakes and things.
+
+     Grandpa carries in his grip
+       For Dorothy and me,
+     One of the newest toys that moves,
+       When wound up with a key.
+
+     Aunt Sarah says there is no need
+       To have so many toys!
+     She seems to think that useful things
+       Are best for girls and boys.
+
+     Uncle Jack we're glad to see
+       Although he is a tease.
+     He gives us each a quarter
+       To spend just as we please!
+
+
+BEAUTIFUL GRANDMAMMA
+
+     Grandmamma sits in her quaint arm-chair--
+     Never was lady more sweet and fair!
+     Her gray locks ripple like silver shells,
+     And her brow its own calm story tells
+     Of a gentle life and a peaceful even,
+     A trust in God and a hope in heaven!
+
+     Little girl Mary sits rocking away
+     In her own low seat, like some winsome fay;
+     Two dolly babies her kisses share,
+     And another one lies by the side of her chair.
+     Mary is fair as the morning dew--
+     Cheeks of roses and ribbons of blue!
+
+     "Say, grandmamma," says the pretty elf,
+     "Tell me a story about yourself.
+     When you were little, what did you play?
+     Was you good or naughty, the whole long day?
+     Was it hundreds and hundreds of years ago?
+     And what makes your soft hair as white as snow?
+
+     "Did you have a mamma to hug and kiss?
+     And a dolly like this, and this, and this?
+     Did you have a pussy like my little Kate?
+     Did you go to bed when the clock struck eight?
+     Did you have long curls and beads like mine?
+     And a new silk apron, with ribbons fine?"
+
+     Grandmamma smiled at the little maid,
+     And laying aside her knitting, she said:
+     "Go to my desk and a red box you'll see;
+     Carefully lift it and bring it to me."
+     So Mary put her dollies away and ran,
+     Saying, "I'll be as careful as ever I can."
+
+     Then grandmamma opened the box: and lo!
+     A beautiful child with a throat like snow,
+     Lips just tinted like pink shells rare,
+     Eyes of hazel and golden hair,
+     Hands all dimpled, and teeth like pearls--
+     Fairest and sweetest of little girls!
+
+     "Oh, who is it?" cried winsome May;
+     "How I wish she was here to-day!
+     Wouldn't I love her like everything,
+     And give her my new carnelian ring!
+     Say, dear grandmamma, who can she be?"
+     "Darling," said grandmamma, "that child was me!"
+
+     [Illustration: AN AFTERNOON CALL ON GRANDMOTHER]
+
+     May looked along at the dimpled grace,
+     And then at the saint-like, fair old face,
+     "How funny!" she cried, with a smile and a kiss,
+     "To have such a dear little grandma as this!
+     Still," she added, with a smiling zest,
+     "I think, dear grandma, I like you best!"
+
+     So May climbed on the silken knee,
+     And grandma told her her history--
+     What plays she played, what toys she had,
+     How at times she was naughty, or good, or sad.
+     "But the best thing you did," said May, "don't you see?
+     Was to grow a beautiful grandma for me!"
+
+
+THANKSGIVING DAY
+
+BY LYDIA MARIA CHILD
+
+     Over the river and through the wood,
+       To grandfather's house we go;
+         The horse knows the way
+         To carry the sleigh
+       Through the white and drifted snow.
+
+     Over the river and through the wood--
+       Oh, how the wind does blow!
+         It stings the toes
+         And bites the nose,
+       As over the ground we go.
+
+     Over the river and through the wood,
+       To have a first-rate play;
+         Hear the bells ring,
+         "Ting-a-ling-ding!"
+       Hurrah for Thanksgiving Day!
+
+     Over the river and through the wood,
+       Trot fast, my dapple-gray!
+         Spring over the ground,
+         Like a hunting hound!
+       For this is Thanksgiving Day.
+
+     Over the river and through the wood,
+       And straight through the barn-yard gate.
+         We seem to go
+         Extremely slow--
+       It is so hard to wait!
+
+     Over the river and through the wood--
+       Now grandmother's cap I spy!
+         Hurrah for the fun!
+         Is the pudding done?
+       Hurrah for the pumpkin pie!
+
+
+GRANDMA'S MINUET
+
+     Grandma told me all about it;
+     Told me so I couldn't doubt it;
+     How she danced--my grandma danced,
+               Long ago.
+     How she held her pretty head,
+     How her dainty skirt she spread,
+     How she turned her little toes,
+     Smiling little human rose!
+               Long ago.
+
+     Grandma's hair was bright and sunny,
+     Dimpled cheeks, too--ah, how funny!
+     Really, quite a pretty girl,
+               Long ago.
+     Bless her! Why, she wears a cap,
+     Grandma, does, and takes a nap,
+     Every single day, and yet,
+     Grandma danced a minuet,
+               Long ago.
+
+     No--they moved with stately grace,
+     Everything in proper place;
+     Gliding slowly forward, then
+     Slowly courtesying back again,
+               Long ago.
+     Modern ways are quite alarming,
+     Grandma says; but boys were charming--
+     Girls and boys, I mean, of course--
+               Long ago.
+
+     Bravely modest, grandly shy--
+     Now she sits there rocking, rocking,
+     Always knitting grandpa's stocking,
+     Every girl was taught to knit,
+               Long ago.
+     Yet her figure is so neat,
+     And her smile so staid and sweet,
+     I can almost see her now
+     Bending to her partner's bow,
+               Long ago.
+
+     Grandma says our modern jumping,
+     Hopping, rushing, whirling, bumping
+     Would have shocked the gentlefolk,
+               Long ago.
+     What if all of us should try
+     Just to feel like those who met
+     In the graceful minuet,
+               Long ago?
+
+     With the minuet in fashion,
+     Who could fly into a passion?
+     All would wear the calm they wore,
+               Long ago.
+     In time to come, if I perchance
+     Should tell my grandchild of our dance
+     I should really like to say:
+     "We did, dear, in some such way,
+               Long ago."
+
+
+AUNT JAN
+
+BY NORMAN GALE
+
+     When Aunt Jan's coming there's such romping in the house,
+     She's sweeter than a daffodil and softer than a mouse!
+     She sings about the passages, and never wants to rest,
+     And father says it's all because a bird is in her breast.
+
+     When Aunt Jan's kissing there's such a crowding round her knees,
+     Such clambers to her bosom, and such battles for a squeeze!
+     We dirty both her snowy cuffs, we trample on her gown,
+     And sometimes all her yellow hair comes tumbling, tumbling down.
+
+     When Aunt Jan's dancing we all watch her as she goes,
+     With in-and-out and round-about upon her shiny toes;
+     And when her merry breath is tired she stops the fun and stands
+     To curtsy saucily to us, or kiss her pretty hands.
+
+     When Aunt Jan's playing, the piano seems alive,
+     With all the notes as busy as the bees are in a hive;
+     And when it's time for Bedfordshire, as sweetly as a lark
+     She sings that God is waiting to protect us in the dark.
+
+     When Aunt Jan's leaving we are not ashamed to cry,
+     A-kissing at the station and a-waving her good-by;
+     But springtime brings the crocus after winter, rain and frost
+     So dear Aunt Jan will come again. She isn't really lost.
+
+
+AFTER TEA
+
+     Very often in the evening,
+       Shortly after tea,
+     Father, when he's read the paper,
+       Takes me on his knee.
+
+     There I fix myself "quite comfy,"
+       In his arms so strong,
+     While he makes up lovely stories
+       As he goes along.
+
+     Mother near us with her sewing,
+       Rocking to and fro,
+     Smiles and listens to the stories,
+       Likes them too, I know.
+
+     And I'm sure that she is thinking,
+       What perhaps you've guessed,
+     That the stories Father tells us
+       Are the very best.
+
+
+
+
+#AMUSING ALPHABETS#
+
+
+
+
+TINGLE, TANGLE TITMOUSE
+
+     "Come hither, little puppy-dog,
+       I'll give you a new collar,
+     If you will learn to read your book,
+       And be a clever scholar."
+
+     "No! no!" replied the puppy-dog,
+       "I've other fish to fry;
+     For I must learn to guard your house,
+       And bark when thieves come nigh."
+
+         With a tingle, tangle titmouse,
+           Robin knows great A,
+         And B, and C, and D, and E,
+           F, G, H, I, J, K.
+
+     "Come hither, pretty cockatoo,
+       Come and learn your letters;
+     And you shall have a knife and fork
+       To eat with, like your betters."
+
+     "No! no!" the cockatoo replied,
+       "My beak will do as well;
+     I'd rather eat my victuals thus
+       Than go and learn to spell."
+
+        With a tingle, tangle titmouse,
+           Robin knows great A,
+         And B, and C, and D, and E,
+           F, G, H, I, J, K.
+
+     "Come hither, little pussy-cat,
+       If you'll your grammar study,
+     I'll give you silver clogs to wear,
+       Whene'er the gutter's muddy."
+
+     "No! whilst I grammar learn," says puss,
+       "Your house will in a trice
+     Be overrun from top to toe
+       With flocks of rats and mice."
+
+         With a tingle, tangle titmouse,
+           Robin knows great A,
+         And B, and C, and D, and E,
+           F, G, H, I, J, K.
+
+     "Come hither, then, good little boy,
+       And learn your alphabet,
+     And you a pair of boots and spurs,
+       Like your papa's, shall get."
+
+     "Oh, yes! I'll learn my alphabet,
+       And when I've learned to read,
+     Perhaps papa will give me, too,
+       A pretty, long-tailed steed."
+
+         With a tingle, tangle titmouse,
+           Robin knows great A,
+         And B, and C, and D, and E,
+           F, G, H, I, J, K.
+
+
+AN ENGLISH ALPHABET
+
+           Ale,
+A is for   Apple,
+           Artichoke,
+           and Ann;
+
+           Brown Bear,
+B is for   Black Bear,
+           and Bran;
+
+           Chestnut,
+C is for   Clay,
+           Coke, and
+           Coal,
+
+           Dear,
+D is for   Dray,
+           Dick,
+           Duck, and
+           Droll,
+
+           Eve,
+E is for   Eagle,
+           Eel,
+           East, and
+           Ear;
+
+           Fan,
+F is for   Feather,
+           Furrow,
+           Fox, and
+           Fear;
+
+           Goose,
+G is for   Gander,
+           Green,
+           Grub, and
+           Gray;
+
+           Horse,
+H is for   Hound,
+           Hip,
+           Haw, and
+           Hay;
+
+           Ice,
+I is for   Idler,
+           Ink,
+           If, and
+           Ill;
+
+           James,
+J is for   Jane, for
+           Jack, and
+           Jill;
+
+           Kiss,
+K is for   Kitten,
+           King,
+           Kitchen,
+           and Kite;
+
+           Lamb,
+L is for   Lady,
+           Lace,
+           Luck, and
+           Light;
+
+           Moon,
+M is for   Mitten,
+           Mist,
+           Moth, and
+           Mote;
+
+           Ned,
+N is for   Nurse, for
+           Nose,
+           Nut, and
+           Note;
+
+           Oil,
+O is for   Order,
+           Oat,
+           Orange,
+           Oak;
+
+           Pin,
+P is for   Pan, and
+           Pig in a
+           Poke;
+
+           Queen,
+Q is for   Question,
+           Quarter, and
+           Quack;
+
+           Reel,
+R is for   Radish,
+           Ruff,
+           Reeve, and
+           Rack;
+
+           Skate,
+S is for   Salmon,
+           Sprat,
+           Saw, and
+           School;
+
+           Tin,
+T is for   Teapot,
+           Tar,
+           Torch, and
+           Tool;
+
+           Urn,
+U is for   Usher,
+           Umpire, and
+           Use;
+
+           Vegetables,
+V is for   Varnish,
+           and Views;
+
+           Want,
+W is for   War,
+           Water, and
+           Wing;
+
+           Xenophon,
+X is for   and
+           Xerxes,
+           the King;
+
+           Yam,
+Y is for   Yacht,
+           Yellow, and
+           Yawl;
+
+           Zeal,
+Z is for   Zebra,
+           Zany--
+
+That's all!
+
+
+NONSENSE ALPHABET
+
+BY EDWARD LEAR
+
+     A was an ant
+       Who seldom stood still,
+     And who made a nice house
+       In the side of a hill.
+                   _a_
+             Nice little ant!
+
+     B was a book
+       With a binding of blue,
+     And pictures and stories
+       For me and for you.
+                   _b_
+            Nice little book!
+
+     C was a camel;
+       You rode on his hump;
+     And if you fell off,
+       You came down such a bump!
+                   _c_
+            What a high camel!
+
+     D was a duck
+       With spots on his back,
+     Who lived in the water,
+       And always said "Quack!"
+                   _d_
+            Dear little duck!
+
+     E was an elephant,
+       Stately and wise:
+     He had tusks and a trunk,
+       And two queer little eyes.
+                   _e_
+         Oh, what funny small eyes!
+
+     F was a fish
+       Who was caught in a net;
+     But he got out again,
+       And is quite alive yet.
+                   _f_
+             Lively young fish!
+
+     G was a goat
+       Who was spotted with brown;
+     When he did not lie still
+       He walked up and down.
+                   _g_
+             Good little goat!
+
+     H was a hat
+       Which was all on one side;
+     Its crown was too high,
+       And its brim was too wide.
+                   _h_
+             Oh, what a hat!
+
+     I was some ice
+     So white and so nice,
+       But which nobody tasted;
+       And so it was wasted.
+                   _i_
+             All that good ice!
+
+     J was a jackdaw
+       Who hopped up and down
+     In the principal street
+       Of a neighboring town.
+                   _j_
+            All through the town!
+
+     K was a kite
+     Which flew out of sight,
+       Above houses so high,
+       Quite into the sky.
+                  _k_
+             Fly away, kite!
+
+     L was a light
+     Which burned all the night,
+       And lighted the gloom
+       Of a very dark room.
+                   _l_
+             Useful nice light!
+
+     M was a man,
+       Who walked round and round;
+     And he wore a long coat
+       That came down to the ground.
+                   _m_
+              Funny old man!
+
+     N was a net
+       Which was thrown in the sea
+     To catch fish for dinner
+       For you and for me.
+                   _n_
+             Nice little net!
+
+     O was an orange
+       So yellow and round;
+     When it fell off the tree,
+       It fell down to the ground.
+                   _o_
+           Down to the ground!
+
+     P was a pig,
+     Who was not very big,
+       But his tail was too curly,
+       And that made him surly.
+                   _p_
+             Cross little pig!
+
+     Q was a quail
+     With a very short tail;
+       And he fed upon corn
+       In the evening and morn.
+                   _q_
+            Quaint little quail!
+
+     R was a rabbit,
+     Who had a bad habit
+      Of eating the flowers
+      In gardens and bowers.
+                   _r_
+            Naughty fat rabbit!
+
+     S was the sugar-tongs,
+       Nippity-nee,
+     To take up the sugar
+       To put in our tea.
+                   _s_
+               Nippity-nee!
+
+     T was a tortoise,
+       All yellow and black:
+     He walked slowly away,
+       And he never came back.
+                   _t_
+          Torty never came back!
+
+     U was an urn
+       All polished and bright,
+     And full of hot water
+       At noon and at night.
+                   _u_
+              Useful old urn!
+
+     V was a veil
+       With a border upon it,
+     And a ribbon to tie it
+       All round a pink bonnet.
+                   _v_
+            Pretty green veil!
+
+     W was a whale
+     With a very long tail,
+       Whose movements were frantic
+       Across the Atlantic.
+                   _w_
+            Monstrous old whale!
+
+     X was King Xerxes,
+     Who, more than all Turks, is
+       Renowned for his fashion
+       Of fury and passion.
+                   _x_
+             Angry old Xerxes.
+
+     Y was a yew,
+     Which flourished and grew
+       By a quiet abode
+       Near the side of a road.
+                   _y_
+             Dark little yew!
+
+     Z was a zebra,
+       All striped white and black;
+     And if he were tame,
+       You might ride on his back.
+                   _z_
+           Pretty striped zebra!
+
+
+PAST HISTORY
+
+BY EDWARD LEAR
+
+           _a_
+     A was once an apple-pie,
+         Pidy,
+         Widy,
+         Tidy,
+         Pidy,
+       Nice insidy,
+       Apple-pie!
+
+           _b_
+     B was once a little bear,
+         Beary,
+         Wary,
+         Hairy,
+         Beary,
+       Take cary,
+       Little bear!
+
+           _c_
+     C was once a little cake,
+         Caky,
+         Baky,
+         Maky,
+         Caky,
+       Taky caky,
+       Little cake!
+
+           _d_
+     D was once a little doll,
+         Dolly,
+         Molly,
+         Polly,
+         Nolly,
+       Nursy dolly,
+       Little doll!
+
+           _e_
+     E was once a little eel,
+         Eely,
+         Weely,
+         Peely,
+         Eely,
+       Twirly, tweely,
+       Little eel!
+
+           _f_
+     F was once a little fish,
+         Fishy,
+         Wishy,
+         Squishy,
+         Fishy,
+       In a dishy,
+       Little fish!
+
+           _g_
+     G was once a little goose,
+         Goosey,
+         Moosy,
+         Boosey,
+         Goosey,
+       Waddly-woosy,
+       Little goose!
+
+           _h_
+     H was once a little hen,
+         Henny,
+         Chenny,
+         Tenny,
+         Henny,
+       Eggsy-any,
+       Little hen?
+
+           _i_
+     I was once a bottle of ink,
+         Inky,
+         Dinky,
+         Thinky,
+         Inky,
+       Black minky,
+       Bottle of ink!
+
+           _j_
+     J was once a jar of jam,
+         Jammy,
+         Mammy,
+         Clammy,
+         Jammy,
+       Sweety, swammy,
+       Jar of jam!
+
+           _k_
+     K was once a little kite,
+         Kity,
+         Whity,
+         Flighty,
+         Kity,
+       Out of sighty,
+       Little kite!
+
+           _l_
+     L was once a little lark,
+         Larky,
+         Marky,
+         Harky,
+         Larky,
+       In the parky,
+       Little lark!
+
+           _m_
+     M was once a little mouse,
+         Mousy,
+         Bousy,
+         Sousy,
+         Mousy,
+       In the housy,
+       Little mouse!
+
+           _n_
+     N was once a little needle,
+         Needly,
+         Tweedly,
+         Threedly,
+         Needly,
+       Wisky, wheedly,
+       Little needle!
+
+           _o_
+     O was once a little owl,
+         Owly,
+         Prowly,
+         Howly,
+         Owly,
+       Browny fowly,
+       Little owl!
+
+           _p_
+     P was once a little pump,
+         Pumpy,
+         Slumpy,
+         Flumpy,
+         Pumpy,
+       Dumpy, thumpy,
+       Little pump!
+
+           _q_
+     Q was once a little quail,
+         Quaily,
+         Faily,
+         Daily,
+         Quaily,
+       Stumpy-taily,
+       Little quail!
+
+           _r_
+     R was once a little rose,
+         Rosy,
+         Posy,
+         Nosy,
+         Rosy,
+       Blows-y, grows-y,
+       Little rose!
+
+           _s_
+     S was once a little shrimp,
+         Shrimpy,
+         Nimpy,
+         Flimpy,
+         Shrimpy,
+       Jumpy, jimpy,
+       Little shrimp!
+
+           _t_
+     T was once a little thrush,
+         Thrushy,
+         Hushy,
+         Bushy,
+         Thrushy,
+       Flitty, flushy,
+       Little thrush!
+
+           _u_
+     U was once a little urn,
+         Urny,
+         Burny,
+         Turny,
+         Urny,
+       Bubbly, burny,
+       Little urn!
+
+           _v_
+     V was once a little vine,
+         Viny,
+         Winy,
+         Twiny,
+         Viny,
+       Twisty-twiny,
+       Little vine!
+
+           _w_
+     W was once a whale,
+         Whaly,
+         Scaly,
+         Shaly,
+         Whaly,
+       Tumbly-taily,
+       Mighty whale!
+
+           _x_
+     X was once a great king Xerxes,
+         Xerxy,
+         Perxy,
+         Turxy,
+         Xerxy,
+       Linxy, lurxy,
+       Great King Xerxes!
+
+           _y_
+     Y was once a little yew
+         Yewdy,
+         Fewdy,
+         Crudy,
+         Yewdy,
+       Growdy, grewdy,
+       Little yew!
+
+           _z_
+     Z was once a piece of zinc,
+         Tinky,
+         Winky,
+         Blinky,
+         Tinky,
+       Tinkly minky,
+       Piece of zinc!
+
+
+THE APPLE PIE
+
+     A was an apple pie,
+     B bit it;
+     C cut it;
+     D dealt it;
+     E ate it;
+     F fought for it;
+     G got it;
+     H had it;
+     I inquired about it;
+     J joined it;
+     K kept it;
+     L longed for it;
+     M mourned for it;
+     N nodded at it;
+     O opened it;
+     P peeped in it;
+     Q quartered it;
+     R ran for it;
+     S stole it;
+     T took it;
+     U upset it;
+     V viewed it;
+     W wanted it;
+     X, Y, Z, and amper-sand,
+     All hoped for a piece in hand.
+
+
+WHO'S WHO IN THE ZOO?
+
+BY CAROLYN WELLS.
+
+     A is for the Antelope,
+       A beast that I have never met;
+     They say he jumps the skipping-rope
+       And makes a charming household pet.
+
+         Well, as to that I cannot say;
+         But A is for him, anyway.
+
+
+     B stands for Bajjerkeit; maybe
+     You've never chanced this beast to see;
+     So I'll describe him to you. Well,
+     There isn't very much to tell.
+     One day I idly chanced to look
+     Within a Natural History book,
+     And there I saw his funny name,
+     And thought I'd hand him down to fame.
+
+     C is for Codfish. He must be
+     The saltest fish that swims the sea.
+            And, oh!
+         He has a secret woe!
+     You see, he thinks it's all his fault
+     The ocean is so very salt!
+                 And so,
+         In hopeless grief and woe,
+     The Codfish has, for many years,
+     Shed quarts of salty, briny tears!
+                 And, oh!
+         His tears still flow--
+         So great his grief and woe!
+
+     D stands for Dodo. He's a bird
+       That isn't known to many;
+     And this the reason, I have heard--
+       Because there aren't any!
+     The Dodo, who once blithely blinked,
+     Is now exceedingly extinct,
+     And doesn't it seem rather nice
+     To think that D stands for him twice?
+
+     [Illustration: MARY MARY! QUITE CONTRARY.]
+
+     E is for Elephant. I know
+       He isn't natty, trim, or trig;
+     His eyes are rather small, and, oh,
+       I fear his ears are far too big!
+     But there's a well-attested rumor
+     That he has quite a sense of humor;
+     So crack a joke whene'er you meet
+     An Elephant upon the street.
+
+     F is Flamingo. All please note
+       His wondrous height and girth;
+     He has the longest legs and throat
+       Of anything on earth.
+     Such throats are trying, are they not?
+       In case one catches cold;
+     Ah, yes! but just think what a lot
+       His Christmas stockings hold!
+
+     G stands for Gnu. Of course that's right, but then,
+     It seems as if it _should_ begin with N.
+     I could select some other beast as well--
+     Say, Goose or Grampus, Gadfly or Gazelle;
+     But seems to me the Gnu is more attractive,
+     He is so merry, frivolous, and active.
+
+     H is for Hippopotamus.
+       If you desire a pet,
+     He is, it really seems to us,
+       The best that you can get.
+     Train him to follow at your heels
+       Whene'er you walk abroad,
+     And note with what delighted squeals
+       The lookers-on applaud!
+
+     I is for Ibex. This fine creature
+     Is favored well in form and feature.
+     And I is for Ichneumon, too--
+     But what is that to me or you?
+     But Ibex answers just as well,
+     And isn't near so hard to spell.
+
+     J stands for Jay. This little fellow
+       Is blue. Sometimes I think
+     I'd like him better were he yellow,
+       Or even reddish pink.
+     I know, of course, it is absurd
+     To mind the color of a bird;
+     And, now I think of it, I've seen
+     Some Jays that were exceeding green.
+
+     K stands for Kangaroo. I've looked all round:
+     A better beast for K cannot be found.
+     The Kangaroo can hop and hop and hop;
+     Somehow he never seems to want to stop.
+     What more could one desire of him, I pray,
+     Than just to hop around and stand for K?
+
+     L is for Leopard. Do you know
+       He's very, very vain?
+     And sometimes quite dejectedly
+       He mopes along the plain.
+     At these sad times the Leopard's heart
+       Is filled with angry passion,
+     Because his spots are out of date,
+       And Zebra stripes in fashion!
+     But other years, when fashion-books
+       Say spots are all the style,
+     The Leopard proudly stalks abroad
+       With most complacent smile.
+
+     M is for Microbe. This bad beast
+       Is very, very small;
+     Some people say--or think, at least--
+       He isn't there at all!
+     He's smaller than the mitiest mite;
+     The only way he comes in sight
+     Is when he's pictured in a book,
+     Or through a microbescope you look.
+
+     N is for Nautilus, and he's
+       A pirate, bold and gay;
+     He dashes madly through the seas,
+       A-searching of his prey.
+     He's just a sort of silvery mass,
+       All spotted blue and pink;
+     And with his eye, which looks like glass,
+       He winks a wicked wink.
+
+     O stands for the obsequious Ounce,
+       Who weighs full many a pound;
+     At you he playfully would bounce,
+       If you were walking round.
+     Approach him and the Ounce you'll see
+       Spring like a catapult;
+     Just try it once, and you will be
+       Surprised at the result.
+
+     P stands for Puma. His sleek paws
+       Go softly pit-a-pat;
+     His teeth are sharp, and sharp his claws;
+       He's just a great big cat.
+     There were some Pumas in the ark;
+     There are some also in the park:
+     But, strange to say, in Montezuma
+     They do not raise a single Puma!
+
+     Q stands for Quagga. We've been taught
+       Nothing was ever made in vain;
+     But even after serious thought
+       The Quagga's use is not quite plain.
+     Though, stay!--ah, yes! at last I see
+     Why the queer Quagga has to be:
+     Were there no Quaggas, how would you
+     Find any beast to stand for Q?
+
+     R's for Rhinoceros. You see
+       His clothing does not fit;
+     Yet so indifferent is he,
+       He doesn't care a bit.
+     Although it does not seem to us
+     The unconcerned Rhinoceros
+     Has any claim to wit or grace,
+     We must admire his earnest face.
+
+     S stands for Sponge. You'd scarce suppose
+       This could be called a creature;
+     It hasn't any eyes or nose--
+       Indeed, it has no feature.
+     And, though this may cause some surprise,
+       The mermaids, I dare say,
+     Will set a Sponge at night to rise,
+       And make sponge-cake next day.
+
+     T stands for Tiger. In the south
+       He roams his native heath.
+     He has a wide, capacious mouth,
+       And long and glistening teeth.
+     'Tis not worth while your time to spend
+     To cultivate him as a friend;
+     But to your house, so warm and snug,
+     Invite the Tiger as a rug.
+
+     U is for the Unicorn,
+       The dearest little thing;
+     Though he has but a single horn,
+       And not a single wing.
+     A Unicorn of any age
+       Is nicer, so I've heard,
+     To keep within a gilded cage
+       Than a canary-bird.
+
+     V is for Vervet. From his name
+       You'd be inclined to think
+     This creature rather mild and tame,
+       In color somewhat pink.
+     But not at all; the Vervet's green,
+       And very cross and spunky;
+     In fact, it's plainly to be seen
+       The Vervet's just a monkey!
+
+     W is for Whale. He's in
+       The oceans, north and south.
+     He doesn't have a dimpled chin,
+       Nor yet a rosebud mouth.
+     Yet he is very fond of fun,
+     And has wide smiles for every one.
+
+     X stands for Xiphias; he's a fish.
+     If you a Xiphias should wish,
+     Don't let him roam around the grass,
+     But keep him in a globe of glass.
+     His name, as everybody knows,
+     Is _Xiphias Gladius_. I suppose
+     That means the Xiphias is glad
+     Because he wasn't born a Shad.
+
+     Y is for Yak,
+       Who is not very tidy;
+     And he's lazy, alack!
+       He sleeps all day Friday.
+     About a yard wide
+       The Yak is, precisely;
+     With fringe on each side
+       He's trimmed very nicely.
+
+     Z stands for Zibet. I've been told
+     This beast was much esteemed of old;
+     But, latterly, most people think
+     They'd rather have a moose or mink.
+     In a museum that's in Tibet
+     They have one stuffed--he's an Ex-Zibet!
+
+
+A WAS AN ARCHER
+
+     A was an Archer, who shot at a frog;
+     B was a Butcher, and had a great dog.
+
+     C was a Captain, all covered with lace;
+     D was a drunkard, and had a red face.
+
+     E was an Esquire, with pride on his brow;
+     F was a Farmer, and followed the plough.
+
+     G was a gamester, who had but ill-luck;
+     H was a Hunter, who hunted a buck.
+
+     I was an Innkeeper, who loved to carouse;
+     J was a Joiner, and built up a house.
+
+     K is the King, who governs England;
+     L was a Lady, who had a white hand.
+
+     M was a Miser, and hoarded up gold;
+     N was a Nobleman, gallant and bold.
+
+     O was an Oyster-Girl, who went about town;
+     P was a Parson, and wore a black gown.
+
+     Q was a Queen, who wore a silk slip;
+     R was a Robber, and wanted a whip.
+
+     S was a Sailor, and spent all he got;
+     T was a Tinker, and mended a pot.
+
+     U was an Usurer, a miserable elf;
+     V was a Vintner, who drank all himself.
+
+     W was a Watchman, and guarded the door;
+     X was expensive, and so became poor.
+
+     Y was a Youth, that did not love school;
+     Z was a Zany, a poor harmless fool.
+
+
+A LITTLE FOLKS' ALPHABET
+
+BY CAROLYN WELLS
+
+     Affable Andy
+     Ate sugar candy.
+
+     Boisterous Ben
+     Shot at a hen.
+
+     Careless Corinne
+     Lost her gold pin.
+
+     Dear little Davy
+     Liked chicken gravy.
+
+     Elegant Ed
+     Had a new sled.
+
+     Fair little Fanny
+     Wrote to her Granny.
+
+     Gay little Guy
+     Thought he could fly.
+
+     Helen and Hugh
+     Called the sky blue.
+
+     Ignorant Ike
+     Fell off his bike.
+
+     Jaunty young Jack
+     Stepped on a tack.
+
+     Kind little Kay
+     Gave things away.
+
+     Lovable Lenny
+     Lost his new penny.
+
+     Merry young Mac
+     Rode in a hack.
+
+     Nice little Nettie
+     Never was fretty.
+
+     Opulent Ollie
+     Rode on the trolley.
+
+     Popular Polly
+     Made pies so jolly.
+
+     Queer little Queen
+     Always wore green.
+
+     Rollicking Rory
+     Read a long story.
+
+     Sturdy St. Clair
+     Marched everywhere.
+
+     Tommy and Teddy
+     Climbed straight and steady.
+
+     Unsocial Una
+     Gazed up at Luna.
+
+     Vigorous Vinton
+     Always was "sprintin'."
+
+     Whimsical Winnie
+     Started for Guinea.
+
+     Xenophon Bump
+     Tried a high jump.
+
+     Yellow-haired Yorick
+     Made leaps historic.
+
+     Zealous young Zed
+     Stood on his head.
+
+     Ampersand held a book in his hand.
+
+
+CHILD HEALTH ALPHABET[P]
+
+BY MRS. FREDERICK PETERSON
+
+     A is for _Apples_
+       and also for _Air_;
+     Children need both
+       and we have them to spare.
+
+     B is for _Butter_ spread
+       thick on _Brown Bread_,
+     Also for _Baths_
+       before Breakfast or Bed.
+
+     C is for _Cereals_
+       and _Cocoa_ too;
+     Consider the _Calories_
+       coming to You.
+
+     D is for _Dates_,
+       the kind that You eat,
+     Deliciously sweet
+       and far cheaper than Meat.
+
+     E is the Excellent
+       Edible _Egg_,
+     One daily at least,
+       dear Children, we beg.
+
+     F is for _Fruits_, whether
+       fresh, dried or stewed;
+     Dried, at the Grocer's,
+       you'll buy them, if shrewd.
+
+     G is for _Gaining_,
+       as every Child could,
+     A half pound a Month
+       is the least that he should.
+
+     H is for _Height_,
+       be as tall as you can,
+     Weight up to _Height_
+       makes a healthy strong Man.
+
+     I is for _Iron_
+       in Spinach and Eggs,
+     Builds Red Blood and Sinews
+       for strong Arms and Legs.
+
+     J is for _Jam_
+       and also for _Joy_,
+     Which spread on his Bread
+       it brings to a Boy.
+
+     K is for _Kitchen_
+      so spick and so span,
+     We all like our Food
+      from a shining clean Pan.
+
+     L is for _Luncheon_
+       served hot in the School;
+     We wish all the Teachers
+       could follow this Rule.
+
+     M is for _Milk_ which
+      makes _Muscle_ and Bone;
+     One pint a day
+       would be best till you're grown.
+
+     N is for _News_
+       of habits you need,
+     To grow up so healthy
+       you're bound to succeed.
+
+     O is for _Oatmeal_,
+       the finest of Food;
+     With Milk for your Breakfast
+       there's nothing so good.
+
+     P is for _Prunes_,
+       _Potatoes_ and _Peas_,
+     And _Patriots_ who will
+       be glad to eat these.
+
+     Q is for _Quiet_,
+       we frequently need;
+     After Meals don't run
+       at the top of your speed.
+
+     R is for _Rest_
+       and _Round Rosy Faces_;
+     _Rest_ is a thing
+       which nothing replaces.
+
+     S is important
+       and therefore I hope
+     You'll pardon my specially
+       mentioning _Soap_.
+
+     T is a _Topic_
+       which _Trouble_ begins;
+     Both _Tea_ and Coffee
+       for Children are Sins.
+
+     U _Understanding_
+       the best way to live,
+     _United_ for Service
+       our Country to give.
+
+     V is for _Vegetables_;
+       if you're too slim,
+     These _Victuals_ are full
+       of _Vigor_ and _Vim_.
+
+     W is for _Water_,
+       the best thing to drink
+     Between Meals
+       as often as ever we think.
+
+     X is for _Xtras_
+       of Soup or of Milk
+     For a thin little Girl
+       till she's finer than Silk.
+
+     Y is for _You_,
+       and I tell you the Truth,
+     Learn to be Healthy
+       and Strong in your _Youth_.
+
+     Now march for it, Children,
+       with Drum and with Fife.
+     Z is the _Zest_
+       which Health gives to Life.
+
+  [P] Used by permission of the author and of the publishers, The Child
+  Health Organization.
+
+
+HERE'S A, B, C, D
+
+     Here's A, B, C, D,
+     E, F and G,
+     H, I, J, K,
+     L, M, N, O, P,
+     Q, R, S, T,
+     U, V, W,
+     X, Y, and Z,
+     And oh, dear me,
+     When shall I learn
+     My A, B, C.
+
+
+OUR STORIES
+
+     A is Aladdin
+     B is Little Boy Blue
+     C is Cinderella
+     D is A Year with Dolly
+     E is Echo and Narcissus
+     F is The Fisherman and his Wife
+     G is The Gingerbread Boy
+     H is The House that Jack Built
+     I is Indian Legends
+     J is The Jackal and the Lion
+     K is The King of the Golden River
+     L is The Lion and the Mouse
+     M is Mary and her Lamb
+     N is Naughty Peter
+     O is Old Mother Hubbard
+     P is Prince Cherry
+     Q is Quaint Stories for Children
+     R is Little Red Hen
+     S is Simple Simon
+     T is Tiny Hare and the Red Fire
+     U is Una and the Lion
+     V is Viggo and Beate
+     W is The Wake-up Story
+       At the last you will see
+     X, Y and Z.
+
+
+
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+<h1 class="pg">The Project Gutenberg eBook, Boys and Girls Bookshelf; a Practical Plan of
+Character Building, Volume I (of 17), by Various, Edited by William Byron
+Forbush, Herbert Treadwell Wade, Winton James Baltzell, Rossiter Johnson,
+and Daniel Edwin Wheeler</h1>
+<pre>
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever.  You may copy it, give it away or
+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
+with this eBook or online at <a href = "http://www.gutenberg.org">www.gutenberg.org</a></pre>
+<p>Title: Boys and Girls Bookshelf; a Practical Plan of Character Building, Volume I (of 17)</p>
+<p>       Fun and Thought for Little Folk</p>
+<p>Author: Various</p>
+<p>Editor: William Byron Forbush, Herbert Treadwell Wade, Winton James Baltzell, Rossiter Johnson, and Daniel Edwin Wheeler</p>
+<p>Release Date: May 6, 2008  [eBook #25359]</p>
+<p>Language: English</p>
+<p>Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1</p>
+<p>***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK BOYS AND GIRLS BOOKSHELF; A PRACTICAL PLAN OF CHARACTER BUILDING, VOLUME I (OF 17)***</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<h3>E-text prepared by Marilynda Fraser-Cunliffe, Anne Storer,<br />
+    and the Project Gutenberg Online Distributed Proofreading Team<br />
+    (http://www.pgdp.net)</h3>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="notes">Transcriber&#8217;s Note:<br />
+Inconsistencies in spelling and hyphenation have been retained.</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<hr class="full" />
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<div class="box1">
+
+<h1>
+BOYS AND GIRLS<br />
+BOOKSHELF</h1>
+
+<p class="sub"><em>A Practical Plan of Character Building</em></p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>COMPLETE IN SEVENTEEN VOLUMES</strong></p>
+
+<div class='center'>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" summary="">
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'>I</td>  <td align='left'>Fun and Thought for Little Folk</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'>II</td>  <td align='left'>Folk-Lore, Fables, and Fairy Tales</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'>III</td>  <td align='left'>Famous Tales and Nature Stories</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'>IV</td>  <td align='left'>Things to Make and Things to Do</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'>V</td>  <td align='left'>True Stories from Every Land</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'>VI</td>  <td align='left'>Famous Songs and Picture Stories</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'>VII</td>  <td align='left'>Nature and Outdoor Life, Part I</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'>VIII</td>  <td align='left'>Nature and Outdoor Life, Part II</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'>IX</td>  <td align='left'>Earth, Sea, and Sky</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'>X</td>  <td align='left'>Games and Handicraft</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'>XI</td>  <td align='left'>Wonders of Invention</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'>XII</td>  <td align='left'>Marvels of Industry</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'>XIII</td>  <td align='left'>Every Land and its Story</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'>XIV</td>  <td align='left'>Famous Men and Women</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'>XV</td>  <td align='left'>Bookland&mdash;Story and Verse, Part I</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'>XVI</td>  <td align='left'>Bookland&mdash;Story and Verse, Part II</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'>XVII</td>  <td align='left'>Graded and Classified Index</td>  </tr>
+</table></div>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span style="font-size: 1.5em;">THE UNIVERSITY SOCIETY</span><br />
+<span style="font-size: .6em;">INCORPORATED</span><br />
+<em>New York</em></p>
+
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<div class="box">
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 394px;">
+<img src="images/img3.jpg" width="394" height="500" alt="Marooned" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="center">MAROONED<br />
+<span class="smcap">from a drawing by mabel lucie attwell</span></p>
+
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+
+<div class="box1">
+
+<h1>
+BOYS AND GIRLS<br />
+BOOKSHELF</h1>
+
+<p class="sub"><em>A Practical Plan of Character Building</em></p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class="center">Little Folks&#8217; Section</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class="center">Prepared Under the Supervision of<br />
+<span style="font-size: 1.3em;">THE EDITORIAL BOARD</span> <em>of the</em> <span style="font-size: 1.3em;">UNIVERSITY SOCIETY</span></p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class="center">Volume I</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span style="font-size: 1.3em;">FUN AND THOUGHT FOR LITTLE FOLK</span></p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span style="font-size: 1.5em;">THE UNIVERSITY SOCIETY</span><br />
+<span style="font-size: .6em;">INCORPORATED</span><br />
+<em>New York</em></p>
+
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+
+<div class="box">
+
+<p class="center">Copyright, 1920, By<br />
+THE UNIVERSITY SOCIETY INC.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 10%;" />
+
+<p class="center">Copyright, 1912, 1915, By<br />
+THE UNIVERSITY SOCIETY INC.</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><em>Manufactured in the U. S. A.</em></p>
+
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<div class="box">
+
+<h2>THE EDITORIAL BOARD<br />
+<span class="smcap">of</span><br />
+THE UNIVERSITY SOCIETY INC.</h2>
+
+
+<p class="center"><em>General Editor</em>: <span class="smcap">William Byron Forbush, Ph.D., Litt.D.</span><br />
+<span style="font-size: .8em;">Author of &ldquo;The Boy Problem&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<div class='center'>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="">
+<tr>  <td align='center'><em>Technical Editor:</em></td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'><em>Music Editor:</em></td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'><span class="smcap">Herbert Treadwell Wade</span></td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'><span class="smcap">Winton James Baltzell, A.B., Mus. Bac.</span></td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'><span style="font-size: .8em;">Technical Editor of The New International</span></td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'><span style="font-size: .8em;">Secretary of The National Academy of</span></td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'><span style="font-size: .8em;">Encyclopedia</span></td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'><span style="font-size: .8em;">Music</span></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>&nbsp;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'><em>Literature Editor:</em></td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'><em>Associate Editor:</em></td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'><span class="smcap">Rossiter Johnson, Ph.D., LL.D.</span></td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'><span class="smcap">Daniel Edwin Wheeler</span></td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'><span style="font-size: .8em;">Editor of &ldquo;Little Classics&rdquo;</span></td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'><span style="font-size: .8em;">Editorial Director of the Edison Industries</span></td>  </tr>
+</table></div>
+
+<p class="center"><em>Office Editor:</em> <span class="smcap">Jennie Ellis Burdick</span><br />
+<span style="font-size: .8em;">Editor of &ldquo;The Children&#8217;s Own Library&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+
+<h3><em>PARTIAL LIST OF SPECIAL CONTRIBUTORS</em></h3>
+
+<div class='center'>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="">
+<tr>  <td align='center'>JOSEPH H. ADAMS,</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>HUGO FROELICH AND BONNIE E. SNOW,</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>Editor of</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Authors of</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>&ldquo;Harper&#8217;s Practical Books for Boys&rdquo;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>&ldquo;Industrial Art&rdquo; textbooks</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>&nbsp;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>T. GEORGE ALLEN,</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>JULIA A. GLEASON,</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>Curator of the Oriental Museum,</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Teacher of Sewing,</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>University of Chicago</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Cornell University</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>&nbsp;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>MARY W. ARTOIS,</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>WILLIAM ELLIOT GRIFFIS, D.D., L.H.D.,</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>Traveler and Writer</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Lecturer and Author</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>&nbsp;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>ROGER W. BABSON,</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>ISABEL F. HAPGOOD,</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>Author of &ldquo;Central America&rdquo;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Author of &ldquo;Russian Rambles&rdquo;</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>&nbsp;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>GRACE GERTRUDE BARDEN,</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>HILDEGARDE HAWTHORNE,</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>Teacher of Domestic Science</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Author and Critic</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>&nbsp;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>HARRY K. BEASLEY,</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>ROSE HENDERSON,</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>Electrical Engineer and Author</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Biographer and Travel Writer</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>&nbsp;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>C. S. BRAININ, Ph.D.,</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>HENRY WALTON JONES,</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>Professor of Astronomy,</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Fact Articles</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>Columbia University</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>&nbsp;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>M. ALSTON BUCKLEY,</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>GRACE LEE KNELL,</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>Retold Tales and Fact Articles</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Teacher of Manual Training,</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'></td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Ridgewood, N.J., Schools</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>&nbsp;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>FRANK H. CHELEY,</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>O. IVAN LEE,</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>Editor of the &ldquo;Father and Son Library&rdquo;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Analytical Chemist</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>&nbsp;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>LAURA CLARKE,</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>CHARLES HENRY LERRIGO, M.D.,</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>Author of Fact Articles</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Former President of the</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'></td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Kansas State Board of Health</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>&nbsp;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>CARL HARRY CLAUDY,</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>HARRIS W. MOORE,</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>Author of &ldquo;First Book of Photography&rdquo;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Author of &ldquo;Manual Training Toys&rdquo;</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>&nbsp;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>JOHN H. CLIFFORD,</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>JOHN T. NICHOLS,</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>Associate-Editor of &ldquo;The Young Folks&#8217;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Curator of Fish at the</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>Treasury,&rdquo; &ldquo;The Mother&#8217;s Book,&rdquo; etc.</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>American Museum of Natural History</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>&nbsp;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>CLAYTON S. COOPER</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>T. GILBERT PEARSON,</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>Author of</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Executive Secretary of the National</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>&ldquo;Understanding South America&rdquo;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Association of Audubon Societies</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>&nbsp;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>LEE S. CRANDALL,</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>E. L. D. SEYMOUR,</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>Curator, New York Zoological Park</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Farm Editor of <em>Country Life</em></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>&nbsp;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>WALTER ALDEN DYER,</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>MORGAN SHEPARD (JOHN MARTIN),</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>Author and former Managing Editor of</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Writer of</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'><em>Country Life in America</em></td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Illustrated Letters to Children</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>&nbsp;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>WILLIAM H. EASTON, Ph.D.,</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>ROBERT W. SHUFELDT, M.D., U.S.M.C.,</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>Publicity Department of the</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Head of the Science Bureau,</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>Westinghouse Electric</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Washington, D. C.</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>and Manufacturing Co.</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>&nbsp;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>ARTHUR ELSON,</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>ELVA S. SMITH,</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>Musical Critic and Author of</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Children&#8217;s Librarian of the</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>&ldquo;The Book of Musical Knowledge&rdquo;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Carnegie Library, Pittsburgh</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>&nbsp;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>PHILIP D. FAGANS,</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>MABELL SHIPPIE CLARKE SMITH,</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>Executive Secretary of the</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Author and Lecturer</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>Woodcraft League</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>&nbsp;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>JOHN CLARKE FARBER, A.M.,</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>MARY V. WORSTELL,</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>Lieutenant, United States National Army</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Author, Editor, and Lecturer</td>  </tr>
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+<tr>  <td align='center'>&nbsp;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>LOUISE MAUNSELL FIELD,</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>KATHARINE S. WORTHINGTON,</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>Fiction Reviewer of <em>The New York Times</em></td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Teacher of English in the</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'></td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Finch School</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>&nbsp;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>EHRMA G. FILER,</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>Fact Articles</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+</table></div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+
+<h3><em>PARTIAL LIST OF AUTHORS REPRESENTED</em></h3>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">in the boys and girls bookshelf by selections
+from their writings</span></p>
+
+<div class='center'>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="">
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>FREDERICK UPHAM ADAMS,</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>WASHINGTON IRVING,</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>Mechanical Engineer and Author</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Historian, Essayist, and Novelist</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>&nbsp;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>ROALD AMUNDSEN,</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>TUDOR JENKS,</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>Leader of the Norwegian Polar</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Author of &ldquo;Boys&#8217; Book of Explorations,&rdquo;</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>Expedition which reached the South Pole</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>&ldquo;Electricity for Young People,&rdquo; etc.</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>&nbsp;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN,</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>CHARLES KINGSLEY,</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>Danish Poet and Fabulist</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Clergyman and Author</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>&nbsp;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>CAROLYN SHERWIN BAILEY,</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>GUSTAVE KOBBE,</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>Writer of Stories and Books for</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Author of</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>Children and Young Folks</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>&ldquo;Wagner&#8217;s Music Dramas Analyzed&rdquo;</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>&nbsp;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>RALPH HENRY BARBOUR,</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>CHARLES LAMB,</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>Author of &ldquo;The Crimson Sweater&rdquo;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Critic, Humorist, and Author</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>and other books for boys</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>&nbsp;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>L. FRANK BAUM,</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>SIDNEY LANIER,</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>Author of &ldquo;The Wizard of Oz,&rdquo; &ldquo;Queen Zixie</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Poet and Critic</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>of Ix&rdquo; and other children&#8217;s books</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>&nbsp;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>ALEXANDER GRAHAM BELL, Ph.D., M.D., Sc.D.,</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>EDMUND LEAMY,</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>Scientist and Inventor</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Author of &ldquo;The Golden Spears&rdquo;</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>&nbsp;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>JOHN STUART BLACKIE,</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>MAUD McKNIGHT LINDSAY,</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>Scottish Scholar and Man-of-letters</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Author of &ldquo;Mother Stories&rdquo;</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>&nbsp;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>RICHARD DODDRIDGE BLACKMORE,</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>HENRY W. LONGFELLOW,</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>English Novelist</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Poet</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>&nbsp;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>JOHN HENRY BONER,</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>SILAS ALPHA LOTTRIDGE,</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>Editor and Poet</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Author of</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'></td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>&ldquo;Animal Snapshots and How Made&rdquo;</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>&nbsp;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>ELBRIDGE STREETER BROOKS,</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>FREDERIC A. LUCAS,</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>Author of &ldquo;Historic Boys&rdquo;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Director of the American</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>and &ldquo;Historic Girls&rdquo;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Museum of Natural History</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>&nbsp;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>WINIFRED BUCK,</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>INEZ N. McFEE,</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>Author of &ldquo;The American Girl&rdquo;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Author of &ldquo;Tales of Common Things&rdquo;</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>&nbsp;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>GELETT BURGESS,</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>PETER MacQUEEN,</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>Draughtsman and Author</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Lecturer and Author of</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'></td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>&ldquo;Around the World With the Flag&rdquo;</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>&nbsp;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>THORNTON WALDO BURGESS,</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>JOHN MILTON,</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>Author of &ldquo;Old Mother West Wind&rdquo;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Poet</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>&nbsp;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING,</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>ALFRED NOYES,</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>Poet</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Poet</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>&nbsp;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>ROBERT BROWNING,</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>ALBERT BIGELOW PAINE,</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>Poet</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Author of &ldquo;The Van Dwellers,&rdquo;</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'></td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>&ldquo;Mark Twain&rdquo; and other works</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>&nbsp;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>ROBERT BURNS,</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>GIFFORD PINCHOT,</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>Poet</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Systematic Forester</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>&nbsp;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>CHARLES H. CAFFIN,</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>EMILIE POULSSON,</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>Author of &ldquo;A Guide to Pictures&rdquo;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Author of &ldquo;Finger Plays&rdquo;</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>&nbsp;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>CHARLES DICKENS,</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>LAURA ELIZABETH RICHARDS,</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>Novelist</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Author of the &ldquo;Hildegarde&rdquo; Books</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'></td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>and &ldquo;The Golden Windows&rdquo;</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>&nbsp;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>MARY MAPES DODGE,</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY,</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>Author and Editor</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Poet</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>&nbsp;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>NATHAN HASKELL DOLE,</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>JOHN RUSKIN,</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>Author of</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Art Critic and Writer</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>&ldquo;Young Folks&#8217; History of Russia,&rdquo; etc.</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>&nbsp;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>ALEXANDRE DUMAS,</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>SIR WALTER SCOTT,</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>Novelist</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Novelist and Poet</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>&nbsp;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>M. S. EMERY,</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>ANNA SEWELL</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>Author of &ldquo;How to Enjoy Pictures&rdquo;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Novelist</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>&nbsp;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>EUGENE FIELD,</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>ROBERT W. SERVICE,</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>Poet</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Author of &ldquo;The Spell of the Yukon&rdquo;</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>&nbsp;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>WILLIAM LOVELL FINLEY,</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>ERNEST THOMPSON SETON,</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>State Biologist of Oregon</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Artist, Author, and Lecturer</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>&nbsp;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>EDWARD HOWE FORBUSH,</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE,</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>State Ornithologist of Massachusetts</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Poet and Dramatist</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>&nbsp;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>MARY E. WILKINS FREEMAN,</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY,</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>Novelist</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Poet</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>&nbsp;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>MATTHEW PAGE GAFFNEY,</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>VILHJALMUR STEFANSSON,</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>Headmaster of the Roger Ascham School</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Arctic Explorer</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>&nbsp;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>REV. WASHINGTON GLADDEN,</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON,</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>Author of &ldquo;Santa Claus on a Lark,&rdquo;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Poet, Essayist, and Novelist</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>&ldquo;Social Salvation,&rdquo; etc.</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>&nbsp;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>JOEL CHANDLER HARRIS,</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON,</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>Author of &ldquo;Uncle Remus Stories&rdquo;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Poet</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>&nbsp;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>ELIZABETH HARRISON,</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>MRS. GUDRUN THORNE-THOMSEN,</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>President of the National</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Author of &ldquo;East o&#8217; the Sun and West o&#8217; the</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>Kindergarten College</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Moon,&rdquo; and other Norwegian Folk Tales</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>&nbsp;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE,</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>EVERETT TITSWORTH TOMLINSON</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>Novelist</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Ph.D., L.H.D.,</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'></td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Author of &ldquo;Three Young Continentals&rdquo;</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>&nbsp;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>CHARLES FREDERICK HOLDER,</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>CAROLYN WELLS,</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>Author of</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Author of &ldquo;A Nonsense Anthology&rdquo;</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>&ldquo;Big Game Fish of the United States&rdquo;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>and the &ldquo;Marjorie&rdquo; Books</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>&nbsp;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>VICTOR HUGO,</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER,</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>Poet and Novelist</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Poet and Author</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>&nbsp;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>FREDERICK WINTHROP HUTCHINSON,</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>LEONARD WOOD,</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>Author of &ldquo;The Men Who Found America&rdquo;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Major-General, United States Army</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>&nbsp;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>JEAN INGELOW,</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>ORVILLE WRIGHT,</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>Poet and Novelist</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'>Aviator and Inventor</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'>&nbsp;</td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='center'></td>  </tr>
+
+</table></div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<h3>PARTIAL LIST OF ILLUSTRATORS</h3>
+
+<p class="center"><em>Examples of whose work appear in the</em>
+<span class="smcap">Boys and Girls Bookshelf</span></p>
+
+<div class='center'>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="">
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap">John W. Alexander</span></td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap">F. S. Church</span></td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap">Lucy Fitch Perkins</span></td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap">Annie Anderson</span></td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap">Clyde O. Deland</span></td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap">Howard Pyle</span></td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap">Florence Anderson</span></td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap">Edmund Dulac</span></td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap">Arthur Rackham</span></td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap">Culmer Barnes</span></td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap">Ruth Hallock</span></td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap">Frederick Remington</span></td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap">Frank L. Baum</span></td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap">Florence Harrison</span></td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap">F. Reuterdahl</span></td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap">J. Carter Beard</span></td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap">R. Bruce Horsfall</span></td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap">Harry Rountree</span></td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap">W. T. Benda</span></td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap">George W. Joy</span></td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap">Carl Rungius</span></td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap">John Bennett</span></td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap">E. W. Kemble</span></td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap">Edmund J. Sawyer</span></td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap">Anna Whelan Betts</span></td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap">Emilie Benson Knipe</span></td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap">Ernest Thompson Seton</span></td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap">R. B. Birch</span></td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap">Charles F. Lester</span></td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap">R. Shrador</span></td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap">E. H. Blashfield</span></td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap">J. C. Leyendecker</span></td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap">Harold Sichel</span></td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap">R. I. Brasher</span></td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap">H. Moore</span></td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap">Hugh Spencer</span></td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap">Pamela Vinton Brown</span></td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap">H. A. Ogden</span></td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap">Alice Barber Stephens</span></td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap">Harrison Cady</span></td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap">Monro S. Orr</span></td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap">Frank Stick</span></td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap">Bess Bruce Cleveland</span></td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap">Maxfield Parrish</span></td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap">Sara S. Stillwell</span></td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap">F. Y. Cory</span></td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap">Malcolm Patterson</span></td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap">C. R. Swan</span></td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap">Lilian A. Covey</span></td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap">E. C. Peixotto</span></td>  <td class="tdp"></td>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap">Albertine Randall Wheelan</span></td>  </tr>
+</table></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="GENERAL" id="GENERAL"></a>GENERAL INTRODUCTION</h2>
+
+<p>Books are as essentially a part of the home where boys and girls are
+growing into manhood and womanhood as any other part of the furnishings.
+Parents have no more right to starve a child&#8217;s mind than they have his
+body. If a child is to take his place among the men and women of his
+time he needs to know the past out of which the present grew, and he
+needs to know what is going on in the world in which he lives. He needs
+tools for his brain as much as for his hands. All these things are
+found, and found only, in books.</p>
+
+<p>The child is helpless to provide himself with these necessaries for
+life. The majority of parents are eager that their children shall start
+early and right on that road which leads to honorable success. But it is
+impossible for any parent, by no matter how liberal an expenditure, to
+collect books that shall adequately cover all a child&#8217;s needs and
+interests. This is the task of experts.</p>
+
+
+<h3>INSTRUCTIVE PLAY</h3>
+
+<p>Recent studies of childhood have emphasized the conviction that a child
+develops his talents even more in his playtime than in his school; his
+spontaneous activities build up his fourfold&mdash;physical, mental, social,
+and moral&mdash;nature. Probably no collection of books has been more
+strongly affected by this modern discovery than the <span class="smcap">Boys and Girls
+Bookshelf</span>. The whole effort has been to utilize the child&#8217;s
+play-interests so that they shall express themselves in joyous ways that
+lead into the world of invention and industry, of imagination and
+achievement, of science and art and music, of character and worth-while
+deeds.</p>
+
+<p>Children&#8217;s collections have had various literary styles. The
+encyclopedia is comprehensive, but stately and often dull; it will
+answer the question of the child, but it does not lead the child toward
+more knowledge. The scrapbook is interesting, but it has no plan or
+order. The &ldquo;inspirational&rdquo; book is full of fine sentiments, but without
+facts or much information.</p>
+
+
+<h3>THE PURPOSE OF <em>THE BOOKSHELF</em></h3>
+
+<p>The <span class="smcap">Bookshelf</span> is so built that it creates a desire for knowledge, and
+then satisfies that desire. At the same time the <span class="smcap">Bookshelf</span> does not
+pretend to tell all that is known on any one subject. The Editors have
+selected the subjects concerning which no one should be ignorant, and
+have seen to it that the information is given in an attractive form with
+plenty of illustrative material, and that when the reader is finished
+he will have a working knowledge of the subject. To awaken minds and to
+make them alert and receptive has been the aim in making the <span class="smcap">Bookshelf</span>.</p>
+
+
+<h3>THE PLAN AND SCOPE</h3>
+
+<p>The <span class="smcap">Bookshelf</span> begins with the dawn of intelligence in the child, and
+goes with him through the morning of childhood, and into the noonday of
+youth. It contains a complete stock of finger-plays, action-plays,
+lullabies, and other entertaining and educational material enjoyable to
+babies and little children; it reaches into and through the high-school
+age. In fact, the <span class="smcap">Bookshelf</span>, with its valuable scientific and
+natural-history material, its information about inventions and
+industries, and its literary treasures, is an asset to the library even
+of an adult.</p>
+
+<p>The <span class="smcap">Bookshelf</span> is classified. In some libraries material upon an
+unrelated variety of subjects may be found within the covers of a single
+volume. This feature has been tried and found wanting. It means that
+when the reader is on the trail of a given subject he never knows where
+to look for it, and he is likely to have to hunt through several volumes
+before he learns what he wants to know. The argument for an unclassified
+library is that the child who is reading a story may happen at the end
+of that story upon an article containing valuable information, and thus
+be lured on to read it. Children are not so easily beguiled. The mental
+distinction of being, as it were, forced to spring from one theme to
+another certainly counterbalances any supposed advantage in the
+scrapbook arrangement. &ldquo;A place for everything, and everything in its
+place,&rdquo; is as true an adage and as necessary to remember and to practise
+to-day as it ever was.</p>
+
+<p>In addition to classifying the contents of the <span class="smcap">Bookshelf</span>, the Editors
+have graded the material. Any collection that is purchased for a home
+and leaves out the needs of the children of any given age is
+disappointing to that home. There is also a Graded Index, which is an
+enlargement upon the general plan.</p>
+
+<p>On the very day of its birth a baby enters the child&#8217;s garden of life.
+In this beautiful place there are weeds as well as flowers, and father
+and mother must guide the little adventurer so that only the good
+flowers are developed, while the weeds are held in check and the
+poisonous plants torn up and destroyed. Earnest parents feel this
+responsibility very keenly. In &ldquo;Fun and Thought for Little Folk&rdquo; there
+is a well-selected collection of jingles, stories, and play exercises
+for babies up to about three or four years of age. It covers the
+earliest informal education of a child, from finger-play days to the
+alphabet period. It helps parents who wish to enjoy their little
+children and who do not wish such enjoyment to be a mere matter of
+chance. Trained kindergartners with the modern viewpoint had much to do
+with this collection. Not only does it delight the little folk, but it
+is also the first material for child-training.</p>
+
+<p>Educators are making much nowadays of fairy stories and wonder-tales.
+The imaginative man, they say, is the effective man, because he has the
+mental vision which sees farther than the physical eye; and they urge
+that all children should be the possessors of these nursery tales that
+have made children happy for so many centuries. &ldquo;Folk-lore, Fables, and
+Fairy Tales&rdquo; is the result of careful comparative study of all the
+leading anthologies, with added research into sources that have not
+otherwise been thoroughly explored.</p>
+
+<p>The folk-lore of many races and times has been sifted, and wherever
+necessary it has been retold so as to be suitable to modern tastes and
+needs of modern children. Whatever was gruesome or morally undesirable
+has been omitted, but the flavor and the language of the past have been
+retained. Here are &ldquo;Cinderella,&rdquo; &ldquo;Tom Thumb,&rdquo; and all the other
+favorites of our childhood days, together with the stories that are told
+to the children in the four corners of the world. While these will be
+read to our boys and girls before they are able to read for themselves,
+they will turn back again and again to this department as they grow
+older. There is perpetual youth in the tales evolved by a race in its
+infancy.</p>
+
+<p>From the fairy-tale and the folk-lore period, when beasts and trees and
+all that is about them speak to them in words they can understand,
+children develop into a stage where they want stories, or, as we say
+when we are older, fiction. Both they and we mean tales that while
+untrue yet would be possible of happening. At this age, also, children
+desire to learn the habits of the animals they see on the farm, in the
+zoo, and in the circus. The importance of giving children an early
+acquaintance with good literature is unquestioned, but even the most
+earnest parent has difficulty in making the selection, finding the
+source in available form, and keeping out what is unworthy.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Famous Tales and Nature Stories&rdquo; has been made with care. Many of the
+world&#8217;s famous stories are collected here, and wherever possible they
+are in the original language. The nature stories, about flowers and
+trees, birds and insects, are not formal, but are planned to give the
+child direct contact with nature and to assist the good habit of direct
+and interested observation.</p>
+
+<p>This division also includes a Primer and a First Reader, made according
+to modern principles. Enough reading material is furnished in graded
+form to enable the home teacher to help her little pupil master the
+elements of reading, or the child will use it himself to supplement the
+work of the teacher in school, if the mother is too busy with her other
+tasks to permit her the enjoyment of teaching her child to read.</p>
+
+<p>All modern kindergarten teaching to-day centers about the development of
+the child&#8217;s own impulses and interests. Of these the two most noticeable
+are the tendency to play and the tendency to construct. Even if a mother
+had no higher motive than to keep her little child out of mischief she
+would welcome a treasury of devices that will always be at hand to
+answer the question, &ldquo;Mother, what shall I do now?&rdquo; But most mothers
+appreciate the value and importance of well directed play and work. In
+&ldquo;Things to Make and Things to Do&rdquo; are given the directions for
+elementary cooking, sewing, woodworking and other handicraft. Successful
+teachers who are close to young children, and who kept home conditions
+in mind in all their writing, prepared these sections. Educationally
+they are sound, but, better than that, they are simple and explicit, and
+within the reach of the resources of each home. Here, too, are the
+suggestions for the directed and undirected play of the wee tots. The
+material in this department, while complete in itself, will prepare the
+way for and supplement all teaching in schools of these important
+subjects. It is of the first importance that boys and girls recognize
+the true nature of work and play. This department will help them in the
+right direction.</p>
+
+<p>As a child grows older he craves true stories. &ldquo;Mother, did it really
+happen?&rdquo; &ldquo;Father, was that make-believe or real?&rdquo; These questions are
+but the sign of mental and spiritual growing pains. If the child is
+wisely aided, that poise which is so envied by the self-conscious person
+will be his. The chief factor in poise is knowledge.</p>
+
+<p>To be at home in many lands and times is the mark of a really educated
+man or woman. Not all of us can actually travel, not all of us can have
+the privilege of the acquaintance of the world&#8217;s great men and women,
+but it is within the reach of every one to-day to discover, through
+picture and description, the world&#8217;s most far-away lands, and in the
+pages of books to have an intimate and inspiring acquaintance with the
+heroes of the nations. If we wish our children to be fine types of men
+and women, we must form their tastes in these large directions before
+they are overwhelmed by what is so ephemeral and worthless in literature
+and drama of the day.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;True Stories from Every Land&rdquo; is prepared to catch the attention and to
+hold the interest of young children. Foreign lands are studied not by
+their boundaries and political affairs, but through the home life, the
+customs, the sports, and the work of their children, their men, and
+their women. The approach to history is made by biographies of some of
+the most interesting heroes, and especially by accounts of the
+adventurous pioneer days of America. The illustrations in this
+department are multitudinous, graphic, up-to-date, and many of them
+unusual. These stories will assist in home and school studies, because
+they illustrate the history, customs, manners, and peoples of different
+countries. They will help little children to learn how to read, and
+incidentally teach them much that will help them to appreciate the
+privilege and responsibility of being good Americans.</p>
+
+<p>A good book of songs, familiar, tuneful, suitable to all occasions, and
+graded to suit the differing tastes of separate members of the family,
+is always welcome. The collection of &ldquo;Famous Songs,&rdquo; edited by Winton
+James Baltzell, is skillfully assembled from the best song-books
+available, and it also contains many pieces of unusual charm not so
+generally known. The songs for little children, for instance, are based
+upon a list approved by our leading kindergartners. A novel feature is
+that not only are the songs within range of children&#8217;s voices, but many
+of them have been arranged for instrumental use, and some for
+folk-dancing.</p>
+
+<p>In &ldquo;Picture Stories&rdquo; we have a delightful series of reproductions of
+masterpieces of painting and sculpture of the world&#8217;s great art eras.
+Old masters and modern are well represented. The descriptions were
+written for children, remembering their interest in the story-element in
+pictures, and including inspiring details of the artists&#8217; lives. In the
+other volumes are many more reproductions of masterpieces.</p>
+
+<p>There are two volumes entitled &ldquo;Nature and Outdoor Life&rdquo;; the first one,
+&ldquo;Trees, Flowers, Amphibians, and Reptiles,&rdquo; begins with talks about
+earth, air, and sky, the clouds and weather, the seasons, the ways of
+bees and bugs and birds, illustrated with portraits of real children
+busy in observing the things of nature. Then follow sections on Familiar
+Flowers, Plant Life, Common Trees, and Reptiles and Amphibians, each
+written by an expert on the subject, and all profusely illustrated with
+photographs and drawings, many of the illustrations being in color. All
+this material is written in an easy and familiar style and in a manner
+to stimulate the right kind of curiosity. Children are encouraged to ask
+questions, and are unconsciously led to observe and read for themselves.
+Both this volume and its companion, &ldquo;Birds, Animals, and Insects,&rdquo; help
+boys and girls to find out many secrets of nature. In the second nature
+series we begin with pets and domestic animals, and then study the wild
+animals and birds of America. Next we learn of the ways of the birds and
+animals in other lands, which we meet in the zo&ouml;logical gardens of our
+own country. The volume closes with descriptions of the invertebrates.</p>
+
+<p>The natural sciences are cared for in &ldquo;Earth, Sea, and Sky.&rdquo; Each
+division is more fascinating than the last, as it unfolds the world to
+us. We all want to know, and ought to know, more about the sphere upon
+which we live, its place in the universe, how it came to be peopled, and
+what are some of the laws that govern its magnificent forces and
+changes. This department is as interesting to old as to young, though it
+will find a warm place in the hearts of the youths who are just getting
+interested in physics, physiography, chemistry, and electricity.</p>
+
+<p>An earlier volume covered the play and hand-work of little children. Our
+young people are now ready for games more skillful and co&ouml;perative, and
+handicraft more elaborate and involving a finer finish. &ldquo;Games and
+Handicraft&rdquo; supplies this need. If we are going to have a more
+interesting home life, if we are going to keep our boys and girls off
+the streets and away (sometimes) from the movies, if we are going to
+supplement the textbook work of the schools by the education of the
+hands, we need adequate handbooks to guide us. Sometimes such books are
+too vague to be practical. Here are working-drawings that are detailed
+and exact. That these projects can be executed is evidenced by the
+photographs of the finished work.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Where can I get up-to-date, interesting and trustworthy descriptions of
+modern inventions for my young folks?&rdquo; How many times this question is
+asked of book-store clerks by fathers! How often is a satisfactory
+answer given? Often such books are not up to date; usually they are too
+technical to be interesting; if they are interesting they are often
+untrustworthy; and none of them covers more than a portion of the
+ground. &ldquo;Wonders of Invention&rdquo; represents an earnest endeavor to meet
+this wide need within the covers of a single volume. The Editors were
+fortunate in obtaining for this department the co&ouml;peration of steamship
+companies, great electrical concerns, concrete firms, inventors and
+others &ldquo;who know.&rdquo; The illustrations were selected individually, and add
+to the value and interest of the text.</p>
+
+
+<h3>VOCATIONAL GUIDANCE</h3>
+
+<p>As a child develops toward maturity his talents begin to focus and his
+interests to direct themselves toward some special life occupation. The
+matter of Vocational Guidance is the most vital thing in education
+to-day, but wisdom in this field is far to seek. Changes in the
+industrial world are so rapid that books giving mere statistics of
+salaries and requirements are soon out of date, and they have no appeal
+to the young. Motive, rather than immediate gain, is what affects young
+people; and the Editors of The <span class="smcap">Bookshelf</span> have felt that the one wise way
+to approach this great question is to describe the important activities
+of the world and some of the men who have been occupied in them, that
+young readers may be able to make an intelligent choice, and at the same
+time discover their own special talents. This section of The <span class="smcap">Bookshelf</span>
+is known as &ldquo;Marvels of Industry.&rdquo; Aside from its value as a vocational
+guide, this volume will add much to the enjoyment of the family circle
+because of the facts that are gleaned from a perusal of its pages.</p>
+
+<p>In &ldquo;True Stories from Every Land&rdquo; the little folks made the acquaintance
+of the world&#8217;s children. It is now time for the older young folk to
+travel. In &ldquo;Every Land and Its Story&rdquo; we take a journey around the
+world, beginning in North America, covering the rest of the New World,
+and then going to Europe, Asia, Africa, Australia, and the islands of
+the sea. The greatest emphasis is laid upon the lands that we love the
+most. In the United States the eight great natural divisions are
+described, then the Indians, the National Parks, Alaska, and Porto
+Rico. The greatest cities are visited in turn, the characteristics of
+each being picturesquely described. Canada is visited in the same way.
+In each case the country is described by a competent, interesting
+traveler, in many instances by one who has lived there a long time, and
+in some cases by a famous writer. Carefully chosen photographs
+illustrate this department.</p>
+
+<p>Carlyle was right, at least as far as young people are concerned, when
+he insisted that history is only biography. The character-making
+influence of great lives has never been denied, and ought never to be
+neglected. &ldquo;Famous Men and Women&rdquo; begins with the men who made the
+United States and Canada. It tells about some of the living Men Who
+Count to-day. A simple graphic history of the greatest event in history,
+the World War of 1914-1918, is given. Then comes a glorious pageant of
+Scientists and Inventors, Writers and Rulers, National Heroes, and
+Servants of the Common Good. This material will not only form an
+excellent supplemental reading book, but a valued treasury for everyday
+inspiration.</p>
+
+<p>Crowning the collection, and of surpassing importance, is
+&ldquo;Bookland&mdash;Story and Verse.&rdquo; This is an introduction to the best
+literature in poetry and prose for young people from twelve to twenty;
+in fact, for young people from twelve to eighty. The prose stories are
+presented in the language of the masters themselves. There is no
+diluting of their fine literary style. Careful abridgments have been
+made by well-known literary critics, but the essence of these
+masterpieces has been retained. This is important: our young people
+should know the great, not only about them. The poems are usually given
+entire.</p>
+
+<p>In making the General Index and the Graded Index the Editors have
+remembered that these are for use, not to fill space. The General Index
+is practical and will help the user to find just what he is looking for,
+and to find it quickly. The Graded Index is intended primarily for the
+use of the parent. It sorts out and selects the best material for each
+age. First is given a brief, clear account of the tastes and needs of
+Infancy, Early Childhood, Middle Childhood, Late Childhood, and
+Adolescence. Then all the material in The <span class="smcap">Bookshelf</span> is assorted under
+its score of important subjects, and put in the grade where it belongs.
+By this plan the child may be directed to what he wants and needs now,
+and each year he will grow more and more into the riches of his
+<span class="smcap">Bookshelf</span>.</p>
+
+
+<h3>QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS</h3>
+
+<p>Many questions are listed in the Indexes. This is a very instructive
+feature, for it often sets the mind alert in some new direction and
+starts fresh lines of interest and research. These questions may be made
+the means of making many a family evening one of pleasure and profit, as
+one member asks the questions and the others take turns in answering
+them.</p>
+
+<h3>AMERICAN</h3>
+
+<p>The <span class="smcap">Bookshelf</span> is American in viewpoint, but worldwide in outlook. While
+it has been produced within the United States, it is larger than the
+United States or even than North America. Unusual space is given to
+Canadian affairs and interests, and the rest of the world has not been
+neglected. Throughout the entire set, and in the <span class="smcap">Child Welfare Manual</span>,
+available to parents in connection with The <span class="smcap">Bookshelf</span>, there is an
+emphasis on character, uprightness, honor, service, which is distinctly
+aimed to build up that type of manhood and womanhood for which the good
+American is famed at home and abroad.</p>
+
+
+<h3>ACKNOWLEDGMENTS</h3>
+
+<p>The Publishers and the Editors wish to thank each and every one of the
+individuals who have co&ouml;perated with them to make The <span class="smcap">Bookshelf</span> what it
+is. The courtesy, the heartiness with which assistance has been given,
+the belief of these friends in the success of the ideals of The
+<span class="smcap">Bookshelf</span>, have made the task of compiling, editing, and manufacturing a
+pleasure.</p>
+
+<p>Special acknowledgment must be given at this time to the photographers,
+Brown Brothers, Underwood &amp; Underwood, and the Publishers Photo Service,
+for the use of many copyrighted pictures from their files. In a number
+of instances, when they did not have a particular picture desired, it
+was made by one of them specially for The <span class="smcap">Bookshelf</span>.</p>
+
+<p>The Editors, in preparing the manuscript for these volumes, have
+endeavored in all cases where material has been used which has
+previously appeared in print to give credit to author, publisher, and
+book, and to any other to whom such acknowledgment was due. If they have
+failed to do so in any particular case, it has been an oversight, for
+which the Publishers are not responsible, as their instructions on this
+point were definite, and for which the Editors express their regrets.
+Future editions will offer an opportunity for the correction, which will
+be gladly made.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="VOLUME_I" id="VOLUME_I"></a>INTRODUCTION TO VOLUME I</h2>
+
+
+<p>Most mothers and fathers realize that long before children are old
+enough to read there is a rich treasury of rhythm and song and story
+that may be given them. To make this treasury available is the purpose
+of this volume.</p>
+
+<p>Finger-plays and action-plays, in which Froebel found so rich a meaning,
+do much to help the baby to know and control his fingers and hands, to
+enable him to discover the other parts of his body, to awaken his
+intelligence and to bring him into affectionate companionship with his
+father and mother. Here we have gathered not only the traditional ones,
+which the mother and father may remember from their own early childhood;
+but also many that will be fresh and new.</p>
+
+<p>Mother Goose long ago established her throne as Queen of the Nursery.
+There is something about her short ditties, always full of rhythm,
+sometimes of sense, and frequently of the most elemental humor, that
+appeals to the baby mind as nothing else does. A proof of the worth of
+her songs and stories would be found if any of us should try to write
+better. We have brought together many familiar ones and some unfamiliar
+(for Mother Goose lived in many times and many lands), and have
+illustrated them with some new and charming drawings and color-plates.</p>
+
+<p>Children as young as three are ready for the simplest sort of stories,
+but it is so hard for us grown-ups to become children again that many of
+us have found difficulty in suiting our language and thought to their
+eager but unfurnished minds. These bedtime stories and little tales of
+babies and animals and girls and boys are therefore a real godsend.</p>
+
+<p>Soon comes the time when the little folk are ready to learn about the
+letters and the numbers and the days of the week. Rhymes to help this
+first memorizing will be welcome.</p>
+
+<p>Most of the stories in this book are illustrated by pictures, some are
+told entirely by them. The choice of these illustrations was made from
+our best modern knowledge about little children. It is now recognized
+that they like simple incidents, about themselves or the familiar things
+around them, drawn in clear outline or with strong color. There are
+certain artists, too, who seem to have retained their own childlikeness
+better than others, and such were called upon to illustrate this
+volume.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CONTENTS</h2>
+
+<div class='center'>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" summary="">
+<tr>  <td align='left'></td>  <td align='right'><span class="smcap">page</span></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#GENERAL">general introduction</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>vii</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#VOLUME_I">introduction to volume one</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>xv</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'>&nbsp;</td> <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'><a href="#img26"><strong>FATHER AND MOTHER PLAYS</strong></a></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_2">Baby&#8217;s Ten Little Live Playthings</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>2</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By J. K. Barry</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_4">Monday</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>4</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Edith Goodyear</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_5">Finger Play</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>5</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Edith Goodyear</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_6">Counting the Fingers</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>6</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#NORSE">An Old Norse Finger Play</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>6</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#BABY">Baby&#8217;s Toes</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>6</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_7">Baby&#8217;s Toes</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>7</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Edith A. Bentley</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_8">This Is the Way My Fingers Stand</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>8</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#THUMB">Thumbkin, Pointer</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>8</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#NAMING">Naming the Fingers</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>8</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Laura E. Richards</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#BARNS">Robert Barns</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>8</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'>"<span class="smcap"><a href="#SHALL">&ldquo;Shall I, Oh! Shall I?&rdquo;</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>8</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_9">Jack, Be Nimble</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>9</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#TWO">Two Little Hands</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>9</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#PAT">Pat a Cake</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>9</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Clap">Clap Your Hands</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>9</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_10">The Bird&#8217;s Nest</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>10</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">A Froebel Finger Play</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#BLACK">Two Little Blackbirds</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>10</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#SMITH">Master Smith</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>10</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#ROBIN">Little Robin Redbreast</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>10</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#GREETING">Greeting</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>10</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#PLAY">A Play for the Arms</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>10</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#WINDOW">The Little Window</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>10</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">A Froebel Finger Play</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_11">Sing a Song of Sixpence</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>11</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#PIGEON">The Pigeon House</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>11</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">A Froebel Finger Play</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_12">Said This Little Fairy</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>12</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#GAME">A Burrowing Game</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>12</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#PATACAKE">Pat a Cake</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>12</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">A Froebel Finger Play</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#KNEE">A Knee Game</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>12</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#FOOT">A Foot Play</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>12</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_13">Putting the Fingers to Sleep</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>13</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_14">Ten Little Squirrels</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>14</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_15">My Little Garden</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>15</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_16">The Family</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>16</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Emilie Poulsson</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_18">Johnny Shall Have a New Bonnet</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>18</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'>&nbsp;</td> <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'><strong><a href="#img46">RIDING SONGS FOR FATHER&#8217;S KNEE</a></strong></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_19">To Market Ride the Gentlemen</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>19</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#lord">Here Goes My Lord</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>19</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_20">A Farmer Went Trotting</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>20</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#ceiling">Up to the Ceiling</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>20</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#messenger">The Messenger</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>20</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#catch">Catch Him, Crow</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>20</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_21">Ride a Cock-Horse</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>21</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#way">This Is the Way</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>21</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#away">Ride Away, Ride Away</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>21</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#market">To Market, to Market</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>21</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#trot">Trot, Trot, the Baby Goes</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>21</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Mary F. Butts</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_22">Ride a Cock-Horse</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>22</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#go">Here We Go</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>22</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'>&nbsp;</td> <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'><strong><a href="#Page_23">MOTHER GOOSE SONGS AND STORIES</a></strong></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_24">Who Are These?</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>24</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_25">I Saw a Ship a-Sailing</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>25</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#goosey">Goosey, Goosey, Gander</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>25</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#wind">The Wind</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>25</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#once">Once I Saw a Little Bird</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>25</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#aroses">Ring-a-Ring-a-Roses</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>25</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_26">Cross Patch</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>26</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#letus">Happy Let Us Be</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>26</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#oldwoman">The Old Woman in the Basket</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>26</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_28">The Fox and the Old Gray Goose</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>28</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_29">Jack and Jill</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>29</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#willy">Willy Boy</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>29</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#bonny">Bonny Lass</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>29</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_30">Oh, Where Are You Going?</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>30</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#SHAFTOE">Bobby Shaftoe</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>30</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#DINGDONG">Ding-Dong-Bell</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>30</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_31">London Bridge</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>31</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_32">Green Gravel</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>32</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#HUBBARD">Old Mother Hubbard</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>32</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_34">Little Bo-Peep</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>34</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_35">Come Out to Play</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>35</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#REDBREAST">Little Robin Redbreast</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>35</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_36">Little Boy Blue</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>36</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#MAID">My Maid Mary</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>36</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_37">Hark! Hark!</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>37</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Bow">Bow-Wow-Wow</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>37</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#BLOW">Blow, Wind, Blow</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>37</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#BUNTING">Bye, Baby Bunting</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>37</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_38">Three Little Kittens</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>38</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#TOM">Tom Was a Piper&#8217;s Son</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>39</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_40">Daffy-Down-Dilly</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>40</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#BILLYBOY">Billy Boy</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>40</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_41">Three Wise Men of Gotham</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>41</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#TUCKER">Little Tommy Tucker</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>41</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#PUSSY">Pussy and the Mice</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>41</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#ALITTLE">When I Was a Little Boy</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>41</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_42">Chinese Mother-Goose Rhymes</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>42</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Prof. Isaac Taylor Headland</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'>&nbsp;</td> <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'><strong><a href="#Page_45">MOTHER GOOSE CONTINUED</a></strong></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='center'>By Anna Marion Smith</td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Pussycat">Pussy Cat, Pussy Cat</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>45</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#BoyBlue">Little Boy Blue</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>45</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_46">Pat-a-Cake</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>46</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#dock">Dickory Dock</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>46</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_47">How Many Miles to Babylon?</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>47</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#HARK">Hark! Hark!</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>47</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_48">There Was an Old Woman</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>48</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_51">Humpty Dumpty</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>51</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_54">The Queen of Hearts</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>54</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Misty">One Misty, Moisty Morning</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>54</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_55">Old King Cole</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>55</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_56">Pussy Sits Beside the Fire</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>56</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#DOTH">The North Wind Doth Blow</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>56</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_57">I Had a Little Husband</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>57</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#ourtown">There Was a Man in Our Town</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>57</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Sacaradown">See Saw, Sacaradown</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>57</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_58">Sing a Song o&#8217; Sixpence</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>58</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#littlepussy">I Love Little Pussy</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>58</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_59">The Horner Brothers</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>59</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Elizabeth Raymond Woodward</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_60">A Little Old Man</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>60</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#JINGLES">Jingles</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>60</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_61">Sailing</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>61</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Lucy Fitch Perkins</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_62">An Up-to-Date Pussy-Cat</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>62</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Adeline Knapp</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_63">Misery in Company</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>63</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Lucy Fitch Perkins</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_64">Court News</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>64</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Lucy Fitch Perkins</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_65">A Message to Mother Goose</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>65</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Ellen Manly</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'>&nbsp;</td> <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'><strong><a href="#Page_71">SLEEPY-TIME SONGS AND STORIES</a></strong></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_72">Sweet and Low</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>72</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Alfred, Lord Tennyson</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_73">The Sleepy-Time Story</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>73</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Gertrude Smith</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#GOSLEEP">The Go Sleep Story</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>75</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Eudora S. Bumstead</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_78">The Gentle Dark</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>78</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By W. Grahame Robertson</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#FERRY">The Ferry for Shadowtown</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>78</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#HUSH">Hush-a-Bye, Baby</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>78</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#LEAVES">The Kitten and the Falling Leaves</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>78</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By William Wordsworth</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_79">Late</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>79</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Josephine Preston Peabody</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_80">A Blessing for the Blessed</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>80</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Laurence Alma-Tadema</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#MYDOLLY">My Dolly</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>80</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#WORLD">The Child and the World</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>80</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#EVENINGSONG">Evening Song</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>80</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By C. Frances Alexander</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#BYEBABY">Rock-a-Bye, Baby</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>80</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_81">The Sandman</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>81</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Margaret Vandergrift</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#FAIRYFOLK">The Fairy Folk</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>81</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Robert Bird</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_82">Queen Mab</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>82</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Thomas Hood</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#LULLABY">Lullaby</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>82</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Gertrude Thompson Miller</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#KENTUCKY">Kentucky Babe</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>82</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_83">My Possessions</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>83</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#UPSTORY">The Wake-Up Story</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>83</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Eudora S. Bumstead</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'>&nbsp;</td> <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'><strong><a href="#Page_85">FIRST STORIES FOR VERY LITTLE FOLK</a></strong></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_86">About Six Little Chickens</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>86</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By S. L. Elliott</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_88">&ldquo;Trade-Last&rdquo;</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>88</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Lucy Fitch Perkins</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_89">Philip&#8217;s Horse</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>89</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_90">The Kitten That Forgot How to Mew</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>90</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Stella George Stern</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_93">What Could the Farmer Do?</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>93</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By George William Ogden</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_97">Fledglings</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>97</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Lucy Fitch Perkins</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_98">&ldquo;Time to Get Up!&rdquo;</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>98</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Ellen Foster</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_100">Maggie&#8217;s Very Own Secret</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>100</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Sara Josephine Albright</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_102">The Good Little Piggie and His Friends</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>102</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By L. Waldo Lockling</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_105">Baby&#8217;s Paradise</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>105</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Lucy Fitch Perkins</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_106">Disobedience</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>106</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_108">For a Little Girl of Three</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>108</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Uncle Ned</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_109">A Funny Family</a></span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_110">Little by Little</a></span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'>&nbsp;</td> <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'><strong><a href="#Page_111">LITTLE STORIES THAT GROW BIG</a></strong></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#JACKBUILT">The House that Jack Built</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>111</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_112">Giant Thunder Bones</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>112</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Stella Doughty</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_116">The House that Jill Built</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>116</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Carolyn Wells</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_119">The Old Woman and Her Pig</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>119</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_121">The Lambikin</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>121</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_123">The Cat and the Mouse</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>123</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#HENNY">Henny-Penny</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>124</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_127">Three Goats in the Ryefield</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>127</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Adapted by Cecilia Farwell</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_129">Teeny Tiny</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>129</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_130">Song of the Pear Tree</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>130</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#COCKALU">Cock-Alu and Hen-Alie</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>131</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Mary Howitt</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#KINGDOM">There Is the Key of the Kingdom</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>136</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'>&nbsp;</td> <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'><strong><a href="#Page_137">FUN FOR VERY LITTLE FOLK</a></strong></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#nodogs">No Dogs Allowed at Large</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>137</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Culmer Barnes</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_138">Tommy and His Sister and Their New Pony-Cart</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>138</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Dewitt Clinton Falls</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_139">The Adventures of Three Little Kittens</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>139</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Culmer Barnes</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_140">The Little Kittens&#8217; Surprise</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>140</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Culmer Barnes</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_141">Ted&#8217;s Foolish Wish</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>141</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Charles Fitch Lester</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_142">Nonsense Rhyme</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>142</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_143">Timothy Trundle</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>143</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Frederick Moxon</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_148">A Dream of Glory</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>148</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Charles Fitch Lester</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_149">Pictures</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>149</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Culmer Barnes</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_150">The Reunion of the Bruin Family at the Sea Shore</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>150</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Culmer Barnes</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_151">The Baby Mice Are Instructed by Their Fond Papa</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>151</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Culmer Barnes</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_152">Roly Poly on Vacation</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>152</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Culmer Barnes</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_153">Mother Goose&#8217;s Last Trolley Ride</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>153</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Culmer Barnes</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_154">Ivan and the Wolf</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>154</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Culmer Barnes</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_155">Homeward Bound</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>154</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Culmer Barnes</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_156">Their Little Jar</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>156</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Bell</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_158">Little Eski and the Polar Bear</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>158</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Culmer Barnes</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'>&nbsp;</td> <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'><strong><a href="#Page_159">FUNNY VERSES AND PICTURES</a></strong></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_160">The Frog&#8217;s Fiasco</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>160</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By D. K. Stevens</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_164">The Musical Trust</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>164</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By D. K. Stevens</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_168">The Cautious Cat</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>168</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By D. K. Stevens</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_171">Three Little Bears</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>171</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By M. C. McNeill</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#SNOWMAN">The Snowman</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>172</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By W. W. Ellsworth</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'>&nbsp;</td> <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'><strong><a href="#Page_173">ANIMAL STORIES</a></strong></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#WINDBALL">Tiny Hare and the Wind Ball</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>173</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By A. L. Sykes</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_176">How Tiny Hare Met Cat</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>176</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By A. L. Sykes</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_179">The Wee Hare and the Red Fire</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>179</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By A. L. Sykes</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_182">The Good King</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>182</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Margaret and Clarence Weed</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#ANDLATE">Early and Late</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>184</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By W. S. Reed</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_185">The Little Pink Pig and the Big Road</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>185</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Jasmine Stone Van Dresser</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_188">Juggerjook</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>188</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By L. Frank Baum</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_194">What You Burying, a Bone</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>194</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#LITTLEGRAY">The Little Gray Kitten</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>194</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Mary Lawrence Turnbull</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_197">Pussy&#8217;s Wheels</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>197</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Annie W. McCullough</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_198">The Small Gray Mouse</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>198</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Nathan Haskell Dole</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_200">The Rabbit, the Turtle, and the Owl</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>200</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_201">Homes</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>201</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Annie W. McCullough</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_202">Meal-Time in the Bear-Pits at the Zoo</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>202</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By I. W. Taben</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_204">The Fine Good Show</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>204</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Jessie Wright Whitcomb</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_208">Gay and Spy</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>208</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_212">The Ballad of a Runaway Donkey</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>212</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Emilie Poulsson</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_220">The Three Bears</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>220</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#LITTLEBEARS">The Little Bear&#8217;s Story</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>221</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By C. F. Holder</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_224">The Hare and the Hedgehog</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>224</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By The Brothers Grimm</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#WEEROBIN">The Wee Robin&#8217;s Christmas Song</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>226</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">A Scotch Story, attributed to Robert Burns</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Adapted by Jennie Ellis Burdick</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#THEFOX">The Fox</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>228</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#COMPANIONS">Three Companions</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>229</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Dinah Maria Mulock-Craik</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_230">&ldquo;&#8217;Fraid Cat!&rdquo;</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>230</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Frank Munro</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_231">The Spider and the Fly</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>231</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Mary Howitt</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'>&nbsp;</td> <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'><strong><a href="#Page_233">EVERY-DAY VERSES</a></strong></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#GENTLEMAN">A Little Gentleman</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>233</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Alden Arthur Knipe</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#TIMEFOR">Time for Everything</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>233</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Alden Arthur Knipe</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_234">Umbrellas and Rubbers</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>234</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Alden Arthur Knipe</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#WHISPERING">Whispering in School</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>234</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Alden Arthur Knipe</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_235">Recess</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>235</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Alden Arthur Knipe</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#AFTERSCHOOL">After School</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>235</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Alden Arthur Knipe</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#MONDAYSLESSONS">Monday&#8217;s Lessons</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>235</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Alden Arthur Knipe</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_236">At Dinner</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>236</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Alden Arthur Knipe</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_237">Valor</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>237</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Lucy Fitch Perkins</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_238">A Domestic Tragedy</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>238</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Lucy Fitch Perkins</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_239">The Capitalist</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>239</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Lucy Fitch Perkins</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_240">In Merry England</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>240</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Lucy Fitch Perkins</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_241">The Goose Girl</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>241</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Lucy Fitch Perkins</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_242">The Philosopher</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>242</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Lucy Fitch Perkins</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_243">Thirsty Flowers</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>243</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Alden Arthur Knipe</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_243">Sharing with Others</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>243</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Alden Arthur Knipe</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_244">Pockets</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>244</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Alden Arthur Knipe</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_244">Waiting for Dinner</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>244</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Alden Arthur Knipe</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_245">The Critic</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>245</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Lucy Fitch Perkins</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_246">Diplomacy</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>246</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Lucy Fitch Perkins</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_247">If I Were Queen</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>247</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Lucy Fitch Perkins</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_248">Thoughts in Church</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>248</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Lucy Fitch Perkins</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'>&nbsp;</td> <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'><strong><a href="#Page_249">THE DAYS OF THE WEEK</a></strong></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_249">This is the Way</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>249</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_250">Days of Birth</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>250</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#WASHING">The Washing</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>250</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#GRUNDY">Solomon Grundy</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>250</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#PLAYDAYS">Baby&#8217;s Play Days</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>250</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_251">Which Do You Choose?</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>251</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#SEVENLITTLE">Seven Little Mice</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>251</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Stella George Stern</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_252">Visiting</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>252</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_252">Little Tommy&#8217;s Monday Morning</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>252</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Tudor Jenks</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_254">St. Saturday</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>254</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Henry Johnstone</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'>&nbsp;</td> <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'><strong><a href="#Page_255">NUMBER RHYMES</a></strong></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><a href="#Page_255">1, 2, 3, 4, 5</a></td>  <td align='right'>255</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#MEADOW">Over in the Meadow</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>255</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Olive A. Wadsworth</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#APPLESEEDS">Counting Apple-Seeds</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>256</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_257">Twins</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>257</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Lucy Fitch Perkins</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_258">The Rhyme of Ten Little Rabbits</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>258</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Kate N. Mytinger</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_260">In July</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>260</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By A. S. Webber</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_262">The Wish of Priscilla Penelope Powers</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>262</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Mrs. John T. Van Sant</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#VonWinkel">Winkelman Von Winkel</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>262</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Clara Odell Lyon</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_263">Ten Little Cookies</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>263</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#OURBABY">Our Baby</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>263</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#LONGTIME">Long Time Ago</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>264</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Elizabeth Prentiss</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#MYSHOE">Buckle My Shoe</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>264</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'>&nbsp;</td> <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'><strong><a href="#Page_265">STORIES FOR LITTLE GIRLS</a></strong></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_265">A Pair of Gloves</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>265</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By H. G. Dury&eacute;e</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_268">A Very Little Story of a Very Little Girl</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>268</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Alice E. Allen</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_269">Edith&#8217;s Tea Party</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>269</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Lois Walters</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_271">Rebecca</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>271</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Eleanor Piatt</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_272">Dorothea&#8217;s School Gifts</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>272</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Eunice Ward</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_276">The Lost Money</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>276</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Bolton Hall</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_277">A Dutch Treat</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>277</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Amy B. Johnson</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_283">The Jingle of the Little Jap</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>283</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Isabel Eccleston Mackay</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_284">The Seventh Birthday of the Little Cousin</a></span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;" class="smcap"><a href="#Page_284">from Constantinople</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>284</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Emma C. Dowd</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_286">Little Red Riding-Hood</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>286</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Retold from Grimm</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#DOLLYSDOCTOR">Dolly&#8217;s Doctor</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>288</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#THUMBELINA">Thumbelina</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>288</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Hans Christian Andersen</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_294">The Fox and the Little Red Hen</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>294</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#ELVES">The Shoemaker and the Little Elves</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>294</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By The Brothers Grimm</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#BREADBOY">The Gingerbread Boy</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>296</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'>&nbsp;</td> <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'><strong><a href="#Page_297">STORIES FOR LITTLE BOYS</a></strong></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_297">Mischief</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>297</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Rosamond Upham</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_299">Willie and His Dog Diver</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>299</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By H. N. Powers</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_300">Gordon&#8217;s Toy Castle on the Hill</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>300</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Everett Wilson</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_302">Hans the Innocent</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>302</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Written and Illustrated by M. I. Wood</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_304">A Real Little Boy Blue</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>304</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Caroline S. Allen</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_306">Travels of a Fox</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>306</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Adapted by Cecilia Farwell</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#OEYVIND">Oeyvind and Marit</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>308</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'>&nbsp;</td> <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'><strong><a href="#Page_313">HAPPY DAYS</a></strong></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_313">What the Cat and Hen Did</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>313</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Alice Ralston</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_316">Dot&#8217;s Birthday Cake</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>316</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_317">Ned and Rover and Jack</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>317</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#littlekitten">I Had a Little Kitten</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>318</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_319">How Polly Had Her Picture Taken</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>319</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Everett Wilson</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_321">Idle Ben</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>321</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#CANNABED">The Hole in the Canna-Bed</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>321</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Isabel Gordon Curtis</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Conceited">The Conceited Mouse</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>323</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Ella Foster Case</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'>&nbsp;</td> <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'><strong><a href="#Page_325">RHYMES CONCERNING MOTHER</a></strong></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_325">A Boy&#8217;s Mother</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>325</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By James Whitcomb Riley</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#MOTHER">Mother</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>325</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Rose Fyleman</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#GOODESTMOTHER">The Goodest Mother</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>325</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_326">Mother&#8217;s Way</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>326</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Carrie Williams</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#WHOISIT">Who Is It?</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>326</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Ethel M. Kelley</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#DEAREST">My Dearest Is a Lady</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>327</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Miriam S. Clark</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#LUMPS">How Many Lumps?</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>327</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_328">When Mother Goes Away</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>328</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Clara Odell Lyon</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#OLDSONG">An Old Song&mdash;&ldquo;There&#8217;s No Place Like Home!&rdquo;</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>328</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Blanche Elizabeth Wade</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'>&nbsp;</td> <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'><strong><a href="#Page_329">UNCLES AND AUNTS AND OTHER RELATIVES</a></strong></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_329">Grandmother&#8217;s Memories</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>329</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Helen A. Byrom</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_330">Great-Aunt Lucy Lee</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>330</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Cora Walker Hayes</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_334">Our Visitors</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>334</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Isabel Lyndall</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_338">Beautiful Grandmamma</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>338</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#THANKSGIVING">Thanksgiving Day</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>340</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Lydia Maria Child</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#MINUET">Grandma&#8217;s Minuet</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>340</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#AUNTJAN">Aunt Jan</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>341</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Norman Gale</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_342">After Tea</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>342</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'>&nbsp;</td> <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='center'><strong><a href="#Page_343">AMUSING ALPHABETS</a></strong></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_343">Tingle, Tangle Titmouse</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>343</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_344">An English Alphabet</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>344</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#NONSENSE">Nonsense Alphabet</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>346</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#HISTORY">Past History</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>348</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Edward Lear</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#APPLEPIE">The Apple Pie</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>351</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_352">Who&#8217;s Who in the Zoo</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>352</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Carolyn Wells</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_357">A Was an Archer</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>357</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_358">A Little Folks&#8217; Alphabet</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>358</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Carolyn Wells</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_360">Child Health Alphabet</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>360</td>  </tr>
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By Mrs. Frederick Peterson</span></td>  <td align='right'></td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#HERESA">Here&#8217;s A, B, C, D</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>363</td>  </tr>
+
+<tr>  <td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#Page_364">Our Stories</a></span></td>  <td align='right'>364</td>  </tr>
+
+</table></div>
+
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 95%;" />
+
+<div class="box">
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[Pg 1]</a></span></p>
+
+<a name="img26" id="img26"></a>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 375px;">
+<img src="images/img26.png" width="375" height="500" alt="Father and Mother Plays" title="" />
+</div></div>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<div class="box">
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[Pg 2]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/img27.png" width="600" height="862" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 18em; margin-right: 5em; margin-top: -40em;">These ten little live playthings can be held in every baby&#8217;s hand, five
+in one and five in the other and be the baby ever so poor yet he always
+has these ten playthings because, you know, he brings them with him.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 18em; margin-right: 5em;">But all babies do not know how to play with them. They find out for
+themselves a good many ways of playing with them but here are some of
+the ways that a baby I used to know got amusement out of his.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 18em; margin-right: 5em;">The very first was the play called &ldquo;Ta-ra-chese&rdquo; (Ta-rar-cheese). It is
+a Dutch word and there was a little song about it all in Dutch. This is
+the way the baby I knew would play it when he was a tiny little fellow.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 18em; margin-right: 5em;">His Mamma would hold her hand up and move it gently around this way
+(Fig. 1) singing &ldquo;Ta-ra-chese, ta-ra-chese!&rdquo; Baby would look and watch
+awhile, and presently his little hand would begin to move and five
+little playthings would begin the play&mdash;dear, sweet little chubby pink
+fingers&mdash;for I think you have guessed these are every baby&#8217;s playthings.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 18em; margin-right: 5em;">How glad Mamma is to find that her baby has learned his first lesson!</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 18em; margin-right: 5em;">Then he must learn, &ldquo;Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake Baker&#8217;s man,&rdquo; (Fig. 2) and
+&ldquo;How big is baby?&rdquo; &ldquo;<em>So Big!</em>&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p>And here are some other ways by which a little sister&#8217;s fingers may
+amuse the baby.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;This the church and this is the steeple, Open the gates&mdash;there are all
+the good people.&rdquo; (Fig. 3)</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Chimney sweep&mdash;Oho! oho! Chimney sweep!&rdquo; (Fig. 4)</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Put your finger in the bird&#8217;s nest. The bird isn&#8217;t home.&rdquo; (Fig. 5)</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</a></span></p>
+<p>And then when the little finger is poked in, a sly pinch is given by a
+hidden thumb and baby is told, &ldquo;The birdie has just come home!&rdquo; But you
+mustn&#8217;t pinch hard, of course, just enough to make baby laugh at being
+caught.</p>
+
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/img28.png" width="600" height="894" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 3em; margin-right: 19em; margin-top: -53em;">And then there is the play of &ldquo;Two men sawing wood&mdash;one little boy
+picking up chips.&rdquo; (Fig. 6) The two finger men are moved up and down and
+the little boy finger works busily.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 3em; margin-right: 19em;">Everybody knows the rhyming finger-play:</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 4em; margin-right: 19em;">
+&ldquo;Here&#8217;s my Father&#8217;s knives and forks, (Fig. 7)<br />
+&ldquo;Here&#8217;s my Mother&#8217;s table, (Fig. 8)<br />
+&ldquo;Here&#8217;s my Sister&#8217;s looking-glass, (Fig. 9)<br />
+&ldquo;And here&#8217;s the baby&#8217;s cradle.&rdquo; (Fig. 10)</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 3em; margin-right: 19em;">Another play is a little act in which three persons are supposed to take
+part, and it has come down from the old times of long ago.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 3em; margin-right: 19em;">The middle finger is the Friar. Those on each side of him touch each
+other and make the door, the little finger is the Lady and the thumb is
+the Page. (Fig. 11)</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 3em; margin-right: 19em;">The Friar knocks at the door.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 3em; margin-right: 19em;"><em>Friar</em>. &ldquo;Knock, Knock, Knock!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 3em; margin-right: 19em;"><em>Page</em>. &ldquo;Somebody knocks at the door! Somebody knocks at the door!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 3em; margin-right: 19em;"><em>Lady</em>. &ldquo;Who is it? Who is it?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 3em; margin-right: 19em;"><em>Page</em>. (Going to door) &ldquo;Who is it? Who is it?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 3em; margin-right: 19em;"><em>Friar</em>. &ldquo;A Friar, a Friar.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 3em; margin-right: 19em;"><em>Page</em>. &ldquo;A Friar, Ma&#8217;am, a Friar, Ma&#8217;am.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 3em; margin-right: 19em;"><em>Lady</em>. &ldquo;What does he want? What does he want?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 3em; margin-right: 19em;"><em>Page.</em> &ldquo;What do you want, Sir? What do you want, Sir?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 3em; margin-right: 19em;"><em>Friar.</em> &ldquo;I want to come in. I want to come in.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 3em; margin-right: 19em;"><em>Page.</em> &ldquo;He wants to come in, Ma&#8217;am. He wants to come in.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 3em; margin-right: 19em;"><em>Lady.</em> &ldquo;Let him walk in. Let him walk in.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p><em>Page.</em> &ldquo;Will you walk in, Sir? Will you walk in?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>So in he pops and takes a seat.</p>
+
+<p>When each player is supposed to speak he or she must move gently,
+bending forward and back and when the Friar is invited to enter, the
+door must open only just far enough to let him &ldquo;pop in.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>These are only some of the plays with which the baby I knew used to be
+amused; but they will suggest others to parents and older brothers and
+sisters. The baby cannot make all of these things himself but he will be
+quite as much interested when they are made by older hands.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 356px;">
+<img src="images/img29.png" width="356" height="500" alt="Monday" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 358px;">
+<img src="images/img30.png" width="358" height="500" alt="Finger Play" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>COUNTING THE FINGERS</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">This is the thumb, you see;</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">This finger shakes the tree;</span><br />
+And then this finger comes up;<br />
+And this one eats the plums up;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">This little one, says he,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;I&#8217;ll tell of you, you&#8217;ll see!&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">That one is the thumb;</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And this one wants a plum;</span><br />
+This one says, &ldquo;Where do they grow?&rdquo;<br />
+This one says, &ldquo;Come with me&mdash;I know.&rdquo;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">But this little one, he says,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;I will not go near the place!</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">I don&#8217;t like such naughty ways.&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+Now, I think that through and through<br />
+Little Finger&#8217;s right&mdash;don&#8217;t you?</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">This one fell in the water,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And this one helped him ashore,</span><br />
+And this one put him into bed,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And this one covered him o&#8217;er;</span><br />
+And then, in walks this noisy little chap,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And wakes him up once more.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+This one walked out into the wood,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And caught a little hare;</span><br />
+And this one took and carried it home,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">For he thought it dainty fare;</span><br />
+And this one came and cooked it up<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">With sauces rich and rare;</span><br />
+And this one laid the table out,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And did the plates prepare;</span><br />
+And this little fellow the keeper told<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">What the others were doing there.</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<h2><a name="NORSE" id="NORSE"></a>AN OLD NORSE FINGER PLAY</h2>
+
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+Thicken man, build the barn,<br />
+Thinner man, spool the yarn,<br />
+Longen man, stir the brew,<br />
+Gowden man, make a shoe,<br />
+Littlen man, all for you!</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<h2><a name="BABY" id="BABY"></a>BABY&#8217;S TOES</h2>
+
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">Dear little bare feet,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dimpled and white,</span><br />
+In your long nightgown<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wrapped for the night.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">Come, let me count all<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Your queer little toes,</span><br />
+Pink as the heart<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of a shell or a rose.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">One is a lady<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">That sits in the sun;</span><br />
+Two is a baby,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And three is a nun.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">Four is a lily<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">With innocent breast;</span><br />
+And five is a birdie<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Asleep on her nest.</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/img32.png" width="600" height="837" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 3em; margin-top: -34.5em; font-size: 1.5em;"><strong>&ldquo;BABY&#8217;S TOES&rdquo;</strong></p>
+<p style="margin-left: 5em; margin-top: -.5em; font-size: 1em;">BY EDITH A. BENTLEY</p>
+
+
+<p style="margin-left: 4em; margin-top: 5em;">
+Five little piggie wiggies<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Standing in a row,</span><br />
+We always have to toddle<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where the baby wants to go;</span><br />
+Up-stairs and down-stairs,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Indoors and out,</span><br />
+We&#8217;re always close together<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And we never fall out.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 4em;">
+<span style="margin-left: -1em;"><em>Chorus:</em></span><br />
+Father-Pig and Mother-Pig,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Big-Brother Pig,</span><br />
+And Sister-Pig, and darling little<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Baby Piggie-Wig!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 23em; margin-top: 2em;">
+Oh, sometimes we are all tied up<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">In a bag so tight.</span><br />
+This is when the baby goes<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;To sleepy-bye&rdquo; at night.</span><br />
+Then there&#8217;s nothing else to do<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">But cuddle down and rest&mdash;</span><br />
+Just as little birdies cuddle<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">In their little nest.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 23em;">
+<span style="margin-left: -1em;"><em>Chorus:</em></span><br />
+Father-Pig and Mother-Pig<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Big-Brother Pig,</span><br />
+And Sister-Pig, and darling little<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Baby Piggie-Wig!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 8em;">&nbsp;</p>
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span></p>
+<h2>THIS IS THE WAY MY FINGERS STAND</h2>
+
+<p class="center" style="margin-top: -1em; font-size: .8em;"><em>To the tune of &ldquo;Here We Go Round the Mulberry Bush.&rdquo;</em></p>
+
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">This is the way my fingers stand,<br />
+Fingers stand, fingers stand,<br />
+This is the way my fingers stand,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">So early in the morning.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">This is the way I fold my hand,<br />
+Fold my hand, fold my hand,<br />
+This is the way I fold my hand,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">So early in the morning.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">This is the way they dance about,<br />
+Dance about, dance about,<br />
+This is the way they dance about,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">So early in the morning.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">This is the way they go to rest,<br />
+Go to rest, go to rest,<br />
+This is the way they go to rest,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">So early in the morning.</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+
+<h2><a name="THUMB" id="THUMB"></a>THUMBKIN, POINTER</h2>
+
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13.5em;">Thumbkin, Pointer, Middleman big,<br />
+Sillyman, Weeman, rig-a-jig-jig.</p>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+
+<h2><a name="NAMING" id="NAMING"></a>NAMING THE FINGERS<a name="FNanchor_A_1" id="FNanchor_A_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_A_1" class="fnanchor">[A]</a></h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY LAURA E. RICHARDS</strong></p>
+
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">This is little Tommy Thumb,<br />
+Round and smooth as any plum.<br />
+This is busy Peter Pointer:<br />
+Surely he&#8217;s a double-jointer.<br />
+This is mighty Toby Tall,<br />
+He&#8217;s the biggest one of all.<br />
+This is dainty Reuben Ring:<br />
+He&#8217;s too fine for anything.<br />
+And this little wee one, maybe,<br />
+Is the pretty Finger-baby.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">All the five we&#8217;ve counted now,<br />
+Busy fingers in a row.<br />
+Every finger knows the way<br />
+How to work and how to play;<br />
+Yet together work they best,<br />
+Each one helping all the rest.</p>
+
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_A_1" id="Footnote_A_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_A_1"><span class="label">[A]</span></a> <em>From &ldquo;Songs and Music of Froebel&#8217;s Mother Play&rdquo;; used by
+permission of the publishers, D. Appleton &amp; Company.</em></p></div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+
+<h2><a name="BARNS" id="BARNS"></a>ROBERT BARNS</h2>
+
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+Robert Barns, fellow fine,<br />
+Can you shoe this horse of mine,<br />
+So that I may cut a shine?<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Yes, good sir, and that I can,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">As well as any other man;</span><br />
+There a nail, and here a prod,<br />
+And now, good sir, your horse is shod.</p>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<h2><a name="SHALL" id="SHALL"></a>&ldquo;SHALL I, OH! SHALL I?&rdquo;</h2>
+
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">A little boy and a little girl<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lived in an alley;</span><br />
+Said the little boy to the little girl,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;Shall I, oh! shall I?&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">Said the little girl to the little boy,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;What will you do?&rdquo;</span><br />
+Said the little boy to the little girl,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;I will kiss you.&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em; font-size: .8em;">(<em>As the last words are sung, the mother kisses<br />
+the little one in the folds of the neck.</em>)</p>
+
+
+</div>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class="box">
+
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 345px;">
+<img src="images/img34.jpg" width="345" height="500" alt="Off With Mother Goose" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="center">OFF WITH MOTHER GOOSE<br />
+<span class="smcap">from a drawing by mabel lucie attwell</span></p>
+
+</div>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class="box">
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span></p>
+<h2>JACK, BE NIMBLE</h2>
+
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em;">Jack, be nimble,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Jack, be quick;</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em; font-size: .8em;">(<em>Jack is one hand walking along on its<br />
+fore-&nbsp;and middle-fingers.</em>)</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 103px; margin-left: 10em;">
+<img src="images/img36.png" width="103" height="121" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 130px; margin-right: 8em; margin-top: -5em;">
+<img src="images/img36b.png" width="130" height="177" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 24em;">Jack, jump over<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The candlestick.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 27em; font-size: .8em;">(<em>Fist closed; uplifted thumb for candle.<br />
+Jack jumps over it.</em>)</p>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p style="margin-left: 1em; font-size: 1.5em;"><a name="TWO" id="TWO"></a><strong>TWO LITTLE HANDS</strong></p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 287px; margin-top: -2.5em;">
+<img src="images/img36c.png" width="287" height="289" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+<p>
+Two little hands so soft and white,<br />
+This is the left&mdash;this is the right.<br />
+Five little fingers stand on each,<br />
+So I can hold a plum or a peach.<br />
+But if I should grow as old as you<br />
+Lots of little things these hands can do.</p>
+
+<p><span style="margin-left: 5em;">&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 1em; font-size: 1.5em;"><a name="PAT" id="PAT"></a>
+<strong>PAT A CAKE</strong></p>
+
+
+<p>
+Pat a cake, pat a cake, baker&#8217;s man.<br />
+So I do, master, as fast as I can.<br />
+Pat it, and prick it, and mark it with T,<br />
+And then it will serve for Tommy and me.</p>
+
+
+<p><a name="Clap" id="Clap"></a></p>
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 577px;">
+<img src="images/img36d.png" width="577" height="170" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>THE BIRD&#8217;S NEST</h2>
+
+<p class="center" style="margin-top: -1em; font-size: .8em;"><em>A Froebel Finger Play</em></p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 127px; margin-right: 5em;">
+<img src="images/img37.png" width="127" height="165" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 7em;">Here upon the leaves at rest<br />
+A little bird has built her nest.<br />
+Two tiny eggs within she&#8217;s laid,<br />
+And many days beside them stayed.<br />
+Now she&#8217;s happy; listen well!<br />
+Two baby birds break through the shell.<br />
+Don&#8217;t you hear them? &ldquo;Peep! peep! peep!<br />
+We love you, mother. Cheep! cheep! cheep!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+
+<h2><a name="BLACK" id="BLACK"></a>TWO LITTLE BLACKBIRDS</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">
+There were two blackbirds sitting on a hill,<br />
+      <span style="margin-left: 3em; font-size: .8em;">(<em>Little pieces of paper perched on forefingers.</em>)</span><br />
+One named Jack, the other named Jill.<br />
+Fly away, Jack; fly away, Jill.<br />
+      <span style="margin-left: 3em; font-size: .8em;">(<em>Fingers soar gently in the air.</em>)</span><br />
+Come again, Jack; come again, Jill.<br />
+      <span style="margin-left: 3em; font-size: .8em;">(<em>Fingers fly back.</em>)</span></p>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<h2><a name="SMITH" id="SMITH"></a>MASTER SMITH</h2>
+
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+Is Master Smith within? Yes, that he is.<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Can he set a shoe? Ay, marry, two.</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Here a nail, and there a nail,</span><br />
+        <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Tick&mdash;tack&mdash;too.</span></p>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<h2><a name="ROBIN" id="ROBIN"></a>LITTLE ROBIN REDBREAST</h2>
+
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">
+Little Robin Redbreast<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sat upon a rail,</span><br />
+      <span style="margin-left: 3em; font-size: .8em;">(<em>Right hand extended in shape of a bird is poised</em></span><br />
+        <span style="margin-left: 3em; font-size: .8em;"><em>on extended forefinger of left hand.</em>)</span><br />
+Niddle noddle went his head,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And waggle went his tail.</span><br />
+      <span style="margin-left: 3em; font-size: .8em;">(<em>Little finger of right hand waggles from side to side.</em>)</span></p>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<h2><a name="GREETING" id="GREETING"></a>GREETING</h2>
+
+
+<p style="margin-left: 17em;">
+Good little Mother,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">How do you do?</span><br />
+Dear strong &ldquo;Daddy,&rdquo;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Glad to see you!</span><br />
+Big tall Brother,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pleased you are here.</span><br />
+Kind little Sister,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">You need not fear,</span><br />
+Glad welcome we&#8217;ll give you,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Babykins, too.</span><br />
+Yes, Babykins,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">How do you do?</span></p>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<h2><a name="PLAY" id="PLAY"></a>A PLAY FOR THE ARMS</h2>
+
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">
+Pump, pump, pump,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Water, water, come;</span><br />
+Here a rush, there a gush,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Done, done, done.</span></p>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<h2><a name="WINDOW" id="WINDOW"></a>THE LITTLE WINDOW</h2>
+<p class="center" style="margin-top: -1em; font-size: .8em;"><em>A Froebel Finger Play</em></p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 151px; margin-right: 6em;">
+<img src="images/img37b.png" width="151" height="109" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 7em;">
+Look, my dear, at this window clear.<br />
+See how the light shines through in here.<br />
+If you would always see the light,<br />
+Keep your heart&#8217;s window clean and bright.</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p><hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img38.png" width="500" height="357" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h2>SING A SONG OF SIXPENCE</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Sing a song of sixpence,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">A pocket full of rye;</span><br />
+Four-and-twenty blackbirds<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Baked in a pie;</span><br />
+When the pie was opened<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The birds began to sing;</span><br />
+Was not that a dainty dish<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To set before the King?</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">The King was in his counting-house,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Counting out his money;</span><br />
+The Queen was in the parlor,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Eating bread and honey;</span><br />
+The maid was in the garden<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hanging out the clothes;</span><br />
+When up came a blackbird<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And nipped off her nose.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+<span style="font-size: .8em;">(<em>At this line somebody&#8217;s nose gets nipped.</em>)</span></p>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<h2><a name="PIGEON" id="PIGEON"></a>THE PIGEON HOUSE</h2>
+<p class="center" style="margin-top: -1em; font-size: .8em;"><em>A Froebel Finger Play</em></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 106px; margin-left: 6em;">
+<img src="images/img38b.png" width="106" height="116" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>
+Now I&#8217;m going to open my pigeon-house door.<br />
+  The pigeons fly out to the light,<br />
+Straight to the meadows so pleasant they soar,<br />
+  And flutter about with delight.<br />
+But at evening they&#8217;ll all come home at last,<br />
+And the door of the house I&#8217;ll then shut fast.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 293px;">
+<img src="images/img39.png" width="293" height="257" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h2>SAID THIS LITTLE FAIRY</h2>
+
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">
+Said this little fairy, &ldquo;I&#8217;m as thirsty as can be.&rdquo;<br />
+Said this little fairy, &ldquo;I&#8217;m hungry, too, dear me!&rdquo;<br />
+Said this little fairy, &ldquo;Who&#8217;ll tell us where to go?&rdquo;<br />
+Said this little fairy, &ldquo;I&#8217;m sure that I don&#8217;t know.&rdquo;<br />
+Said this little fairy, &ldquo;Let&#8217;s brew some dewdrop tea.&rdquo;<br />
+So they sipped it and ate honey beneath the maple tree.</p>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<h2><a name="GAME" id="GAME"></a>A BURROWING GAME</h2>
+
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12.5em;">
+See the little mousie, creeping up the stair,<br />
+Looking for a warm nest&mdash;there, oh, there!</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em; font-size: .8em;">(<em>Mother&#8217;s fingers creep up the body, and finally fumble in baby&#8217;s neck.</em>)</p>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<h2><a name="PATACAKE" id="PATACAKE"></a>PAT A CAKE</h2>
+<p class="center" style="margin-top: -1em; font-size: .8em;"><em>A Froebel Finger Play</em></p>
+
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+Baby, would you like to make<br />
+For yourself a little cake?<br />
+Pat it gently, smooth it down.<br />
+Baker says: &ldquo;Now, in to brown;<br />
+Bring it here, baby dear,<br />
+While the oven fire burns clear.&rdquo;<br />
+&ldquo;Baker, see, here is my cake;<br />
+Bake it well for baby&#8217;s sake.&rdquo;<br />
+&ldquo;In the oven, right deep down,<br />
+Here the cake will soon get brown.&rdquo;</p>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<h2><a name="KNEE" id="KNEE"></a>A KNEE GAME</h2>
+
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+What do I see? Baby&#8217;s knee.<br />
+Tickily, tickily, tic, tac, tee.<br />
+One for a penny, two for a pound;<br />
+Tickily, tickily, round and round.</p>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<h2><a name="FOOT" id="FOOT"></a>A FOOT PLAY</h2>
+
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+Up, down&mdash;up, down.<br />
+One foot up and one foot down,<br />
+All the way to London town.<br />
+  Tra la la la la la.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span></p>
+<h2><span class="smcap">Putting The Fingers To Sleep</span></h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 480px;">
+<img src="images/img40.png" width="480" height="164" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 138px;">
+<img src="images/img40b.png" width="138" height="238" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 133px;">
+<img src="images/img40c.png" width="133" height="235" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">My fingers are so sleepy<br />
+It&#8217;s time they went to bed,<br />
+So first, you Baby Finger<br />
+Tuck in your Little Head.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Ringman, come now its your turn,<br />
+And then come, Tallman Great;<br />
+Now, Pointer Finger, hurry<br />
+Because its getting late.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Let&#8217;s see if all are snuggled.<br />
+No, here&#8217;s one more to come,<br />
+So come, lie close, little brothers,<br />
+Make room for Master Thumb.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 324px;">
+<img src="images/img40d.png" width="324" height="112" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span></p>
+<h2>TEN LITTLE SQUIRRELS</h2>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 183px; margin-right: 4em;">
+<img src="images/img41.png" width="183" height="651" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+<p style="margin-left: 8em; margin-top: 3em;">Ten little squirrels up in a tree&mdash;<br />
+      <span style="margin-left: 3em; font-size: .8em;">(<em>Ten fingers outspread.</em>)</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 8em; margin-top: 3em;">The first two said: &ldquo;What do I see?&rdquo;<br />
+      <span style="margin-left: 3em; font-size: .8em;">(<em>Thumbs only.</em>)</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 8em; margin-top: 3em;">The next two said: &ldquo;A man with a gun.&rdquo;<br />
+      <span style="margin-left: 3em; font-size: .8em;">(<em>Forefingers only.</em>)</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 8em; margin-top: 3em;">The next two said: &ldquo;Let&#8217;s run, let&#8217;s run.&rdquo;<br />
+      <span style="margin-left: 3em; font-size: .8em;">(<em>Middle fingers only.</em>)</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 8em; margin-top: 3em;">The next two said: &ldquo;Let&#8217;s hide in the shade.&rdquo;<br />
+      <span style="margin-left: 3em; font-size: .8em;">(<em>Ring fingers only.</em>)</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 8em; margin-top: 2.5em;">The last two said: &ldquo;We&#8217;re not afraid.&rdquo;<br />
+      <span style="margin-left: 3em; font-size: .8em;">(<em>Little fingers only.</em>)</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 8em; margin-top: 2.5em;">Bang! went a gun.<br />
+      <span style="margin-left: 3em; font-size: .8em;">(<em>Clap hands.</em>)</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 8em; margin-top: 3em;">Away they all run.<br />
+      <span style="margin-left: 3em; font-size: .8em;">(<em>All fingers scamper off.</em>)</span></p>
+
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p><hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span></p>
+<h2>MY LITTLE GARDEN</h2>
+
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 135px; margin-right: 5em;">
+<img src="images/img42.png" width="135" height="56" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+<p style="margin-left: 10em; margin-top: 3.5em;">See my little garden,</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 110px; margin-left: 5em;">
+<img src="images/img42b.png" width="110" height="79" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+<p style="margin-left: 18em; margin-top: 3.5em;">How I rake it over,</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 121px; margin-right: 5em;">
+<img src="images/img42c.png" width="121" height="76" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+<p style="margin-left: 10em; margin-top: 4em;">Then I sow the little brown seeds,</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 139px; margin-left: 5em;">
+<img src="images/img42d.png" width="139" height="78" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+<p style="margin-left: 18em; margin-top: 3.5em;">And with soft earth cover.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 127px; margin-right: 5em; margin-top: 1em;">
+<img src="images/img42e.png" width="127" height="71" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+<p style="margin-left: 10em; margin-top: 3.5em;">Now the raindrops patter<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">On the earth so gayly;</span></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 129px; margin-left: 5em;">
+<img src="images/img42f.png" width="129" height="79" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+<p style="margin-left: 18em; margin-top: 3em;">See the big round sun smile<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">On my garden daily.</span></p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 64px; margin-right: 5em;">
+<img src="images/img42g.png" width="64" height="83" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+<p style="margin-left: 10em; margin-top: 3.5em;">The little plant is waking;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Down the roots grow creeping;</span></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 69px; margin-left: 5em;">
+<img src="images/img42h.png" width="69" height="75" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+<p style="margin-left: 18em; margin-top: 3.5em;">Up now come the leaflets<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Through the brown earth peeping.</span></p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 120px; margin-right: 5em; margin-top: 3em;">
+<img src="images/img42i.png" width="120" height="76" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+<p style="margin-left: 10em; margin-top: 3.5em;">Soon the buds will laugh up<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Toward the springtime showers;</span><br />
+Soon my buds will open<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Into happy flowers.</span></p>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span></p>
+<h2>THE FAMILY<a name="FNanchor_B_2" id="FNanchor_B_2"></a><a href="#Footnote_B_2" class="fnanchor">[B]</a></h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY EMILIE POULSSON</strong></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 118px; margin-left: 5em;">
+<img src="images/img43.png" width="118" height="116" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+<p style="margin-top: 4.5em; margin-left: 16em;">This is the mother, so busy at home,<br />
+Who loves her dear children, whatever may come.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 117px; margin-right: 5em;">
+<img src="images/img43b.png" width="117" height="115" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+<p style="margin-top: 4em; margin-left: 8em;">This is the father, so brave and so strong,<br />
+Who works for his family all the day long.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 115px; margin-left: 5em;">
+<img src="images/img43c.png" width="115" height="113" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+<p style="margin-top: 4em; margin-left: 16em;">This is the brother, who&#8217;ll soon be a man,<br />
+He helps his good mother as much as he can.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 120px; margin-right: 5em;">
+<img src="images/img43d.png" width="120" height="124" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+<p style="margin-top: 4em; margin-left: 8em;">This is the sister, so gentle and mild,<br />
+Who plays that the dolly is her little child.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 120px; margin-left: 5em;">
+<img src="images/img43e.png" width="120" height="120" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+<p style="margin-top: 4.5em; margin-left: 16em;">This is the baby, all dimpled and sweet,<br />
+How soft his wee hands and his chubby pink feet!</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 223px; margin-top: 4em;">
+<img src="images/img43f.png" width="223" height="202" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+<p style="margin-top: -9em; margin-left: 4em;">Father, and mother,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">and children so dear,</span></p>
+<p style="margin-top: -3em; margin-left: 28em;">Together you see them,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">one family here.</span></p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_B_2" id="Footnote_B_2"></a><a href="#FNanchor_B_2"><span class="label">[B]</span></a>
+From &ldquo;Songs and Music of Froebel&#8217;s Mother Play&rdquo;;<br />
+used by permission of the publishers, D. Appleton &amp; Co.</p></div>
+
+</div>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class="box">
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'>[Pg 17]</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 365px;">
+<img src="images/img44.png" width="365" height="500" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+<p class="center">IN DREAMLAND</p>
+
+</div>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class="box">
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 407px;">
+<img src="images/img45.png" width="407" height="328" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h2>JOHNNY SHALL HAVE A NEW BONNET</h2>
+
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">Johnny shall have a new bonnet,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Johnny shall go to the fair,</span><br />
+And Johnny shall have a new ribbon<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To tie up his bonny brown hair.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">And why may not I love Johnny?<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And why may not Johnny love me?</span><br />
+And why may not I love Johnny?<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">As well as another body?</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">And here&#8217;s a leg for a stocking,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And here is a foot for a shoe,</span><br />
+And he has a kiss for his daddy,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And two for his mammy, I trow.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">And why may not I love Johnny?<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And why may not Johnny love me?</span><br />
+And why may not I love Johnny<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">As well as another body?</span></p>
+
+
+</div>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class="box">
+
+<a name="img46" id="img46"></a>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 583px;">
+<img src="images/img46.png" width="583" height="322" alt="Riding Songs For Fathers Knee" title="" />
+</div>
+
+</div>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class="box">
+
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>TO MARKET RIDE THE GENTLEMEN</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+To market ride the gentlemen,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">So do we, so do we;</span><br />
+Then comes the country clown,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hobbledy gee, Hobbledy gee;</span><br />
+First go the ladies, nim, nim, nim,<br />
+Next come the gentlemen, trim, trim, trim;<br />
+Then come the country clowns, gallop-a-trot.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="lord" id="lord"></a>
+<h2>HERE GOES MY LORD</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Here goes my lord&mdash;</span><br />
+A trot! a trot! a trot! a trot!<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Here goes my lady&mdash;</span><br />
+A canter! a canter! a canter! a canter!<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Here goes my young master&mdash;</span><br />
+Jockey-hitch! jockey-hitch! jockey-hitch! jockey-hitch!<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Here goes my young miss&mdash;</span><br />
+An amble! an amble! an amble! an amble!<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">The footman lags behind,</span><br />
+And goes gallop, a gallop, a gallop, to make up his time.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span></p>
+<h2>A FARMER WENT TROTTING</h2>
+
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">A farmer went trotting upon his gray mare;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bumpety, bumpety, bump!</span><br />
+With his daughter behind him, so rosy and fair;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lumpety, lumpety, lump!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">A raven cried croak! and they all tumbled down;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bumpety, bumpety, bump!</span><br />
+The mare broke her knees, and the farmer his crown;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lumpety, lumpety, lump!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">The mischievous raven flew laughing away;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bumpety, bumpety, bump!</span><br />
+And vowed he would serve them the same the next day;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lumpety, lumpety, lump!</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+
+<a name="ceiling" id="ceiling"></a>
+<h2>UP TO THE CEILING</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">
+Up to the ceiling, down to the ground,<br />
+Backward and forward, round and round;<br />
+Dance, little baby, and mother will sing,<br />
+With the merry chorus, ding, ding, ding!</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="messenger" id="messenger"></a>
+<h2>THE MESSENGER</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">
+Here in the morning we&#8217;re starting so soon,<br />
+Give us a message, we&#8217;ll ride to the moon,<br />
+Straight through the meadows and hop o&#8217;er the stile,<br />
+And we will but charge you a farthing a mile.<br />
+A farthing a mile! a farthing a mile!<br />
+We will but charge you a farthing a mile.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="catch" id="catch"></a>
+<h2>CATCH HIM, CROW</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13.5em;">
+Catch him, crow! Carry him, kite!<br />
+Take him away till the apples are ripe;<br />
+When they are ripe and ready to fall,<br />
+Home comes [Johnny], apples and all.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 587px;">
+<img src="images/img48.png" width="587" height="188" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="way" id="way"></a>
+<h2>THIS IS THE WAY</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+This is the way the ladies ride,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nin! Nin! Nin!</span><br />
+This is the way the gentlemen ride,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Trot! Trot! Trot!</span><br />
+This is the way the farmers ride,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Jogglety! Jogglety! Jogglety! Jog!</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="away" id="away"></a>
+<h2>RIDE AWAY, RIDE AWAY</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+Ride away, ride away,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Johnny shall ride,</span><br />
+And he shall have pussy-cat<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Tied to one side;</span><br />
+And he shall have little dog<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Tied to the other,</span><br />
+And Johnny shall ride<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To see his grandmother.</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="market" id="market"></a>
+<h2>TO MARKET, TO MARKET</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">
+To market, to market,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To buy a plum bun;</span><br />
+Home again, home again,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">My journey is done.</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="trot" id="trot"></a>
+<h2>TROT, TROT, THE BABY GOES</h2>
+<p class="center"><strong>BY MARY F. BUTTS</strong></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+Every evening Baby goes<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Trot, trot, to town&mdash;</span><br />
+Across the river, through the fields,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Up hill and down.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+Trot, trot, the Baby goes,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Up hill and down,</span><br />
+To buy a feather for her hat,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To buy a woolen gown.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+Trot, trot, the Baby goes;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The birds fly down, alack!</span><br />
+&ldquo;You cannot have our feathers, dear,&rdquo;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">They say; &ldquo;so please trot back.&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+Trot, trot, the Baby goes;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The lambs come bleating near.</span><br />
+&ldquo;You cannot have our wool,&rdquo; they say;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;But we are sorry, dear.&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+Trot, trot, the Baby goes,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Trot, trot, to town.</span><br />
+She buys a red rose for her hat,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">She buys a cotton gown.</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 581px;">
+<img src="images/img49.png" width="581" height="284" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h2>RIDE A COCK-HORSE</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">
+Ride a cock-horse to Banbury-cross,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To see what Tommy can buy;</span><br />
+A penny white loaf, a penny white cake,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And a two-penny apple pie.</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 10%;" />
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">
+Ride a cock-horse to Shrewsbury-cross,<br />
+To buy little Johnny a galloping horse;<br />
+It trots behind and it ambles before,<br />
+And Johnny shall ride till he can ride no more.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="go" id="go"></a>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 407px;">
+<img src="images/img49b.png" width="407" height="234" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+</div>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class="box">
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 374px;">
+<img src="images/img50.png" width="374" height="500" alt="Mother Goose Songs And Stories" title="" />
+</div>
+
+</div>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class="box">
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span></p>
+<h2>WHO ARE THESE?</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">
+here are one, two, three, four, five, six story-book pictures. all little girls<br />
+and boys know the six stories that these six pictures belong<br />
+to. tell your mama and papa what the stories are.</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 399px;">
+<img src="images/img51.png" width="399" height="500" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+</div>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class="box">
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 432px;">
+<img src="images/img52.png" width="432" height="500" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="center">THERE WAS AN OLD WOMAN<br />
+<span class="smcap">from a drawing by anne anderson</span></p>
+
+</div>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class="box">
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span></p>
+<h2>I SAW A SHIP A-SAILING</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">I saw a ship a-sailing,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">A-sailing on the sea;</span><br />
+And, oh! it was all laden<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">With pretty things for thee!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">There were candies in the cabin,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And apples in the hold;</span><br />
+The sails were made of silk,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the masts were made of gold.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">The four-and-twenty sailors<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">That stood between the decks,</span><br />
+Were four-and-twenty white mice,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">With chains about their necks.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">The captain was a duck,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">With a packet on his back;</span><br />
+And when the ship began to move,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The captain cried, &ldquo;Quack, quack!&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="goosey" id="goosey"></a>
+<h2>GOOSEY, GOOSEY, GANDER</h2>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 284px;">
+<img src="images/img54.png" width="284" height="273" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 5em;">
+Goosey, goosey, gander, where dost thou wander?<br />
+Up stairs and down stairs, and in my lady&#8217;s chamber;<br />
+There I met an old man that would not say his prayers,<br />
+I took him by his hind legs and threw him down stairs.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="wind" id="wind"></a>
+<h2>THE WIND</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+Arthur O&#8217;Bower has broken his band,<br />
+He comes roaring up the land&mdash;<br />
+A King of Scots, with all his power,<br />
+Cannot turn Arthur of the Bower.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="once" id="once"></a>
+<h2>ONCE I SAW A LITTLE BIRD</h2>
+
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Once I saw a little bird<br />
+  Come hop, hop, hop,<br />
+So I said, &ldquo;Little bird,<br />
+  Will you stop, stop, stop?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">I was going to the window<br />
+  To say, &ldquo;How do you do?&rdquo;<br />
+But he shook his little tail<br />
+  And far away he flew.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="aroses" id="aroses"></a>
+<h2>RING-A-RING-A-ROSES</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+Ring-a-ring-a-roses,<br />
+A pocket full of posies;<br />
+Hush! hush! hush! hush!<br />
+We&#8217;re all tumbled down.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 426px;">
+<img src="images/img55.png" width="426" height="272" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h2>CROSS PATCH</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Cross patch,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Draw the latch,</span><br />
+Sit by the fire and spin;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Take a cup,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And drink it up,</span><br />
+And call your neighbors in.</p>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<h2>HAPPY LET US BE</h2>
+
+<a name="letus" id="letus"></a>
+
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">Merry are the bells, and merry would they ring;<br />
+Merry was myself, and merry could I sing;<br />
+With a merry ding-dong, happy, gay, and free,<br />
+And a merry sing-song, happy let us be!</p>
+
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">Merry have we met, and merry have we been;<br />
+Merry let us part, and merry meet again;<br />
+With our merry sing-song, happy, gay, and free,<br />
+And a merry ding-dong, happy let us be!</p>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="oldwoman" id="oldwoman"></a>
+<h2>THE OLD WOMAN IN THE BASKET</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">
+There was an old woman tossed up in a basket,<br />
+  Nineteen times as high as the moon;<br />
+Where she was going I couldn&#8217;t but ask it<br />
+  For in her hand she carried a broom.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">
+&ldquo;Old woman, old woman, old woman, quoth I,<br />
+  O whither, O whither, O whither so high?&rdquo;<br />
+&ldquo;To brush the cobwebs off the sky!&rdquo;<br />
+  &ldquo;Shall I go with thee?&rdquo; &ldquo;Aye, by-and-by.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 302px;">
+<img src="images/img56.png" width="302" height="550" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+<p class="center"><em>From a Drawing by Arthur Rackham</em></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12.5em;">
+&ldquo;Where she was going I couldn&#8217;t but ask it,<br />
+ <span style="margin-left: 1em;">For in her hand she carried a broom.&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span></p>
+<h2>THE FOX AND THE OLD GRAY GOOSE</h2>
+
+
+<p style="margin-left: 17em;">The fox and his wife they had a great strife,<br />
+They never ate mustard in all their whole life;<br />
+They ate their meat without fork or knife,<br />
+  And loved to be picking a bone, e-ho!</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 7em;">The fox jumped up on a moonlight night,<br />
+The stars they were shining, and all things bright.<br />
+Oh, ho! said the fox, it&#8217;s a very fine night<br />
+  For me to go through the town, e-ho!</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 17em;">The fox when he came to yonder stile,<br />
+He lifted his lugs and he listened awhile;<br />
+Oh, ho, said the fox, it&#8217;s but a short mile<br />
+  From this unto yonder wee town, e-ho!</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 7em;">The fox when he came to the farmer&#8217;s gate,<br />
+Who should he see but the farmer&#8217;s drake;<br />
+I love you well for your master&#8217;s sake,<br />
+  And long to be picking your bone, e-ho!</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 17em;">The gray goose she ran round the hay-stack.<br />
+Oh, ho! said the fox, you are very fat;<br />
+You&#8217;ll grease my beard and ride on my back<br />
+  From this unto yonder wee town e-ho!</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 7em;">Old Gammer Hipple-hopple hopped out of bed,<br />
+She opened the casement, and popped out her head.<br />
+Oh! husband, oh! husband, the gray goose is dead,<br />
+  And the fox is gone through the town, oh!</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 17em;">Then the old man got up in his red cap,<br />
+And swore he would catch the fox in a trap;<br />
+But the fox was too cunning, and gave him the slip,<br />
+  And ran through the town, the town, e-oh!</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 7em;">When he got to the top of the hill,<br />
+He blew his trumpet both loud and shrill,<br />
+For joy that he was safe<br />
+  Through the town, e-oh!</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 17em;">When the fox came back to his den,<br />
+He had young ones, both nine and ten.<br />
+&ldquo;You&#8217;re welcome home, daddy; you may go again,<br />
+  If you bring us such nice meat from the town, e-oh!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 388px;">
+<img src="images/img58.png" width="388" height="500" alt="Jack Fell Down" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 549px;">
+<img src="images/img60.png" width="549" height="320" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h2>JACK AND JILL</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">Jack and Jill went up the hill,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To draw a pail of water;</span><br />
+Jack fell down and broke his crown,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Jill came tumbling after.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">Up Jack got, and home did trot<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">As fast as he could caper;</span><br />
+Went to bed to mend his head,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">With vinegar and brown paper.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">Jill came in, and she did grin<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To see his paper plaster;</span><br />
+Mother, vexed, did whip her next<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">For causing Jack&#8217;s disaster.</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<h2>WILLY BOY</h2>
+
+<a name="willy" id="willy"></a>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">Willy boy, Willy boy, where are you going?<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">I will go with you if I may</span><br />
+&ldquo;I&#8217;m going to the meadow to see them a-mowing,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">I&#8217;m going to help them make the hay.&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="bonny" id="bonny"></a>
+<h2>BONNY LASS</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">Bonny lass, bonny lass, wilt thou be mine?<br />
+Thou shalt not wash dishes, nor yet serve the swine:<br />
+Thou shalt sit on a cushion, and sew a fine seam,<br />
+And thou shalt eat strawberries, sugar, and cream!</p>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span></p>
+<h2>OH, WHERE ARE YOU GOING?</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Oh, where are you going,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">My pretty maiden fair,</span><br />
+With your red rosy cheeks,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And your coal-black hair?</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">I&#8217;m going a-milking,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Kind sir, says she,</span><br />
+And it&#8217;s dabbling in the dew<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where you&#8217;ll find me.</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="SHAFTOE" id="SHAFTOE"></a>
+<h2>BOBBY SHAFTOE</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14.5em;">Bobby Shaftoe&#8217;s gone to sea,<br />
+Silver buckles on his knee;<br />
+He&#8217;ll come back and marry me,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pretty Bobby Shaftoe.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14.5em;">Bobby Shaftoe&#8217;s fat and fair,<br />
+Combing down his yellow hair,<br />
+He&#8217;s my love for evermair,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pretty Bobby Shaftoe.</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="DINGDONG" id="DINGDONG"></a>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 408px;">
+<img src="images/img61.png" width="408" height="300" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h2>DING-DONG-BELL</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">
+Ding&mdash;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Dong&mdash;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Bell!</span><br />
+            <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Pussy&#8217;s in the well.</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Who put her in? Little Johnny Green.</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Who pulled her out? Big Johnny Stout.</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 4em;">What a naughty boy was that,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 4em;">To drown poor pussy cat,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Who never did him any harm,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 2em;">And killed the mice in his father&#8217;s barn.</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>LONDON BRIDGE</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13.5em;">London bridge is broken down,<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Dance over my Lady Lee,</span><br />
+London bridge is broken down,<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">With a gay ladye.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13.5em;">How shall we build it up again?<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Dance over my Lady Lee,</span><br />
+How shall we build it up again?<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">With a gay ladye.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13.5em;">We&#8217;ll build it up with gravel and stone,<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Dance over my Lady Lee,</span><br />
+We&#8217;ll build it up with gravel and stone,<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">With a gay ladye.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13.5em;">Gravel and stone will be washed away,<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Dance over my Lady Lee,</span><br />
+Gravel and stone will be washed away,<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">With a gay ladye.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13.5em;">We&#8217;ll build it up with iron and steel,<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Dance over my Lady Lee,</span><br />
+We&#8217;ll build it up with iron and steel,<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">With a gay ladye.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13.5em;">Iron and steel will bend and break,<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Dance over my Lady Lee,</span><br />
+Iron and steel will bend and break,<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">With a gay ladye.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13.5em;">We&#8217;ll build it up with silver and gold,<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Dance over my Lady Lee,</span><br />
+We&#8217;ll build it up with silver and gold,<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">With a gay ladye.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13.5em;">Silver and gold will be stolen away,<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Dance over my Lady Lee,</span><br />
+Silver and gold will be stolen away,<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">With a gay ladye.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13.5em;">We&#8217;ll set a man to watch it then,<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Dance over my Lady Lee,</span><br />
+We&#8217;ll set a man to watch it then,<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">With a gay ladye.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13.5em;">We&#8217;ll put a pipe within his mouth,<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Dance over my Lady Lee,</span><br />
+We&#8217;ll put a pipe within his mouth,<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">With a gay ladye.</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 395px;">
+<img src="images/img62.png" width="395" height="260" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="center">&ldquo;Bobby Shaftoe&#8217;s gone to sea.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>GREEN GRAVEL</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">All round the green gravel the grass grows so green,<br />
+And all the pretty maids are fit to be seen,<br />
+Wash them in milk, dress them in silk,<br />
+And the first to go down shall be married in green.</p>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="HUBBARD" id="HUBBARD"></a>
+<h2>OLD MOTHER HUBBARD</h2>
+
+  <p style="margin-left: 14em;"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Old Mother Hubbard</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Went to the cupboard</span><br />
+To get her poor dog a bone;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">But when she came there</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The cupboard was bare,</span><br />
+And so the poor dog had none.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">She went to the baker&#8217;s<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To buy him some bread,</span><br />
+But when she came back<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The poor dog was dead.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">She went to the joiner&#8217;s<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To buy him a coffin,</span><br />
+But when she came back<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The poor dog was laughing.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">She went to the butcher&#8217;s<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To get him some tripe,</span><br />
+But when she came back<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">He was smoking his pipe.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">She went to the hatter&#8217;s<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To buy him a hat,</span><br />
+But when she came back<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">He was feeding the cat.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">She went to the barber&#8217;s<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To buy him a wig,</span><br />
+But when she came back<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">He was dancing a jig.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">She went to the tailor&#8217;s<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To buy him a coat,</span><br />
+But when she came back<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">He was riding a goat.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">She went to the cobbler&#8217;s<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To buy him some shoes,</span><br />
+But when she came back<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">He was reading the news.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">She went to the seamstress<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To buy him some linen,</span><br />
+But when she came back<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The dog was a-spinning.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">She went to the hosier&#8217;s<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To buy him some hose,</span><br />
+But when she came back<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">He was dressed in his clothes.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">The dame made a curtsey,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The dog made a bow;</span><br />
+The dame said, &ldquo;Your servant.&rdquo;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The dog said, &ldquo;Bow, wow.&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 350px;">
+<img src="images/img64.png" width="350" height="500" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+<p class="center">THE STORY OF MOTHER HUBBARD, TOLD IN JAPANESE PICTURES.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 491px;">
+<img src="images/img65.png" width="491" height="287" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h2>LITTLE BO-PEEP</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">Little Bo-Peep, she lost her sheep,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And can&#8217;t tell where to find them;</span><br />
+Leave them alone, and they&#8217;ll come home,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And bring their tails behind them.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">Little Bo-peep fell fast asleep,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And dreamed she heard them bleating;</span><br />
+When she awoke she found it a joke,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">For they still were all fleeting.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">Then up she took her little crook,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Determined for to find them,</span><br />
+She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">For they&#8217;d left their tails behind them!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">It happened one day, as Bo-peep did stray<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Unto a meadow hard by&mdash;</span><br />
+There she espied their tails side by side,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">All hung on a tree to dry.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">She heaved a sigh and wiped her eye,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then went over hill and dale,</span><br />
+And tried what she could, as a shepherdess should,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To tack to each sheep its tail.</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 587px;">
+<img src="images/img66.png" width="587" height="342" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h2>COME OUT TO PLAY</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">Boys and girls, come out to play,<br />
+The moon does shine as bright as day;<br />
+Leave your supper, and leave your sleep,<br />
+And meet your playfellows in the street,<br />
+Come with a whoop and come with a call,<br />
+Come with a good will or not at all.<br />
+Up the ladder and down the wall,<br />
+A halfpenny roll will serve us all.<br />
+You find milk and I&#8217;ll find flour,<br />
+And we&#8217;ll have pudding in half an hour.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="REDBREAST" id="REDBREAST"></a>
+<h2>LITTLE ROBIN REDBREAST</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em;">Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a tree,<br />
+Up went the Pussy-Cat, and down went he!<br />
+Down came Pussy-Cat, away Robin ran,<br />
+Says little Robin Redbreast&mdash;catch me if you can.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em;">Little Robin Redbreast jumped upon a spade,<br />
+Pussy-Cat jumped after him, and then he was afraid.<br />
+Little Robin chirped and sung, and what did Pussy say?<br />
+Pussy-Cat said Mew, mew, mew&mdash;and Robin flew away.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 387px;">
+<img src="images/img67.png" width="387" height="222" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h2>LITTLE BOY BLUE</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn,<br />
+The sheep&#8217;s in the meadow, the cow&#8217;s in the corn.<br />
+What! Is this the way you mind your sheep,<br />
+Under the haycock, fast asleep?</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="MAID" id="MAID"></a>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 395px;">
+<img src="images/img67b.png" width="395" height="245" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h2>MY MAID MARY</h2>
+
+      <p style="margin-left: 13em;"><span style="margin-left: 3em;">My maid Mary</span><br />
+      <span style="margin-left: 3em;">She minds her dairy,</span><br />
+While I go a-hoeing and mowing each morn.<br />
+      <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Merrily runs the reel</span><br />
+      <span style="margin-left: 3em;">And the little spinning-wheel</span><br />
+While I am singing and mowing my corn.</p>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 499px;">
+<img src="images/img68.png" width="499" height="402" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h2>BEGGARS ARE COME TO TOWN</h2>
+
+    <p style="margin-left: 15em;"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Hark! Hark!</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">The dogs do bark!</span><br />
+The beggars are come to town;</p>
+
+    <p style="margin-left: 15em;"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Some in rags,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Some in jags,</span><br />
+And some in velvet gowns.</p>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="Bow" id="Bow"></a>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 319px;">
+<img src="images/img68b.png" width="319" height="115" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="BLOW" id="BLOW"></a>
+<h2>BLOW, WIND, BLOW!</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">Blow, wind, blow! and go, mill, go!<br />
+That the miller may grind his corn;<br />
+That the baker may take it,<br />
+And into rolls make it,<br />
+And send us some hot in the morn.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="BUNTING" id="BUNTING"></a>
+<h2>BYE, BABY BUNTING</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Bye, Baby bunting,<br />
+Father&#8217;s gone a-hunting,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Mother&#8217;s gone a-milking,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sister&#8217;s gone a-silking,</span><br />
+And Brother&#8217;s gone to buy a skin,<br />
+To wrap the Baby bunting in.</p>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span></p>
+<h2>THREE LITTLE KITTENS</h2>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 212px;">
+<img src="images/img69.png" width="212" height="253" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p>Three little kittens, they lost their mittens,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And they began to cry:</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">&ldquo;O mother dear,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">We very much fear,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">That we have lost our mittens.&rdquo;</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Lost your mittens!</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">You naughty kittens!</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then you shall have no pie.</span><br />
+      <span style="margin-left: 3em;">&ldquo;Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow,&rdquo;</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">No, you shall have no pie.</span><br />
+      <span style="margin-left: 3em;">&ldquo;Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow.&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 196px;">
+<img src="images/img69b.png" width="196" height="170" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>The three little kittens, they found their mittens,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And they began to cry:</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">&ldquo;O mother dear,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">See here, see here!</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">See! we have found our mittens.&rdquo;</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Put on your mittens</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">You silly kittens,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And you may have some pie.</span><br />
+      <span style="margin-left: 3em;">&ldquo;Purr-r, purr-r, purr-r,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">O let us have the pie.</span><br />
+      <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Purr-r, purr-r, purr-r.&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 219px;">
+<img src="images/img69c.png" width="219" height="249" alt="image" title="" />
+</div><p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p>The three little kittens put on their mittens,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And soon ate up the pie;</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">&ldquo;O mother dear,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">We greatly fear,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">That we have soiled our mittens.&rdquo;</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Soiled your mittens!</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">You naughty kittens!</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then they began to sigh,</span><br />
+      <span style="margin-left: 3em;">&ldquo;Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow.&rdquo;</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then they began to sigh,</span><br />
+      <span style="margin-left: 3em;">&ldquo;Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow.&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14.5em;">The three little kittens, they washed their mittens.<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And hung them out to dry;</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">&ldquo;O mother dear,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Do you not hear,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">That we have washed our mittens?&rdquo;</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Washed your mittens!</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Oh, you&#8217;re good kittens.</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">But I smell a rat close by;</span><br />
+      <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Hush! Hush! &ldquo;Mee-ow, mee-ow.</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">We smell a rat close by,</span><br />
+      <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow.&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="TOM" id="TOM"></a>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 465px;">
+<img src="images/img70.png" width="465" height="277" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h2>TOM WAS A PIPER&#8217;S SON</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">Tom, Tom was a piper&#8217;s son,<br />
+He learned to play when he was young,<br />
+And all the tune that he could play<br />
+Was &ldquo;Over the hills and far away.&rdquo;<br />
+Over the hills, and a great way off,<br />
+The wind will blow my top-knot off.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">Now, Tom with his pipe made such a noise<br />
+That he well pleased both the girls and boys,<br />
+And they always stopped to hear him play<br />
+&ldquo;Over the hills and far away.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 570px;">
+<img src="images/img71.png" width="570" height="286" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h2>DAFFY-DOWN-DILLY</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">Daffy-down-dilly is new come to town,<br />
+With a petticoat green, and a bright yellow gown,<br />
+And her white blossoms are peeping around.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="BILLYBOY" id="BILLYBOY"></a>
+<h2>BILLY BOY</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">Oh, where have you been, Billy Boy, Billy Boy,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Oh, where have you been, charming Billy?</span><br />
+&ldquo;I have been to seek a wife,<br />
+She&#8217;s the joy of my life,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">She&#8217;s a young thing and cannot leave her mother.&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">What work can she do, Billy Boy, Billy Boy,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">What work can she do, charming Billy?</span><br />
+&ldquo;She can brew and she can bake,<br />
+She can make a wedding cake&mdash;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">She&#8217;s a young thing and cannot leave her mother.&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">Can she make a cherry pie, Billy Boy, Billy Boy,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Can she make a cherry pie, charming Billy?</span><br />
+&ldquo;She can make a cherry pie<br />
+Quick&#8217;s cat can wink her eye&mdash;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">She&#8217;s a young thing and cannot leave her mother.&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">How old is she, Billy Boy, Billy Boy,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">How old is she, charming Billy?</span><br />
+&ldquo;She is three times six, four times seven,<br />
+Twenty-eight and eleven&mdash;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">She&#8217;s a young thing and cannot leave her mother.&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span></p>
+<h2>THREE WISE MEN OF GOTHAM</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">Three wise men of Gotham<br />
+Went to sea in a bowl,<br />
+And if the bowl had been stronger<br />
+My song had been longer.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 461px;">
+<img src="images/img72.png" width="461" height="265" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="TUCKER" id="TUCKER"></a>
+<h2>LITTLE TOMMY TUCKER</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">&ldquo;Little Tommy Tucker,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sing for your supper.&rdquo;</span><br />
+&ldquo;What shall I sing?&rdquo;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;White bread and butter.&rdquo;</span><br />
+&ldquo;How shall I cut it<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Without any knife?</span><br />
+How shall I marry<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Without any wife?&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="PUSSY" id="PUSSY"></a>
+<h2>PUSSY AND THE MICE</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">Nine little mice sat down to spin;<br />
+Pussy passed by, and she peeped in.<br />
+&ldquo;What are you at, my little men?&rdquo;<br />
+&ldquo;Making coats for gentlemen.&rdquo;<br />
+&ldquo;Shall I come in and bite off your threads?&rdquo;<br />
+&ldquo;No, no, Miss Pussy, you&#8217;ll snip off our heads.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="ALITTLE" id="ALITTLE"></a>
+<h2>WHEN I WAS A LITTLE BOY</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em;">When I was a little boy, I lived by myself,<br />
+And all the bread and cheese I got I put upon a shelf;<br />
+The rats and the mice, they made such a strife,<br />
+I was forced to go to London to buy me a wife.<br />
+The streets were so broad, and the lanes were so narrow,<br />
+I was forced to bring my wife home in a wheelbarrow;<br />
+The wheelbarrow broke, and my wife had a fall,<br />
+And down came the wheelbarrow, wife, and all.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 564px;">
+<img src="images/img73.png" width="564" height="158" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+<h6>CHINESE MOTHER-GOOSE RHYMES</h6>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY PROF ISAAC TAYLOR HEADLAND</strong></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<h2>LITTLE FAT BOY</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">What a bonny little fellow is this fat boy of mine!<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">He makes people die of joy!</span><br />
+What a fine little fellow is this fat boy of mine!<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Now whose is this loving little boy?</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 239px;">
+<img src="images/img73b.png" width="239" height="416" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">the little fat boy.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Do you want to buy a beauty?</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Do you want to buy a beauty?</span><br />
+If you buy him he will watch your house,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And do it as his duty.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">And no matter as to servants,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">You may have them or may not,</span><br />
+But you&#8217;ll never need to lock your door,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or give your house a thought.</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 207px;">
+<img src="images/img73c.png" width="207" height="263" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 163px;">
+<img src="images/img74a.png" width="163" height="133" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">&ldquo;A Finger Test,&rdquo; in chinese characters.</span></p>
+
+<h2>A FINGER TEST</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">You strike three times on the top, you see,<br />
+And strike three times on the bottom for me,<br />
+Then top and bottom you strike very fast,<br />
+And open a door in the middle at last.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'>[Pg 43]</span></p>
+
+
+<h2>OUR BABY</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">Mrs. Chang, Mrs. Lee,<br />
+Mama has a small babee;<br />
+Stands up firm,<br />
+Sits up straight,<br />
+Won&#8217;t eat milk,<br />
+But lives on cake.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 294px;">
+<img src="images/img74b.png" width="294" height="196" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">our baby.</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 238px;">
+<img src="images/img74d.png" width="238" height="259" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">the little golden sister.</span></p>
+
+<h2>THE LITTLE GOLDEN SISTER</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">My little golden sister<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Rides a golden horse slow,</span><br />
+And we&#8217;ll use a golden whip<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">If the horse doesn&#8217;t go.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">A little gold fish<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">In a gold bowl we see,</span><br />
+And a gold-colored bird<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">On a gold-blossomed tree.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">A gold-plated god<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">In a gold temple stands,</span><br />
+With a gold-plated baby<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">In his gold-plated hands.</span></p>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<h2>TEN FINGERS</h2>
+<p class="center" style="margin-top: -1em; font-size: .8em;">(<em>A Chinese finger-play</em>)</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Three horses are drinking,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Three horses are feeding,</span><br />
+The two men are fighting,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The old woman pleading,</span><br />
+The baby is crying,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">But no one is heeding.</span></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 206px; margin-left: 5em; margin-top: 4em;">
+<img src="images/img74c.png" width="206" height="102" alt="ten fingers" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&ldquo;ten fingers,&rdquo;<br />in chinese characters.</span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 210px; margin-right: 5em;">
+<img src="images/img74e.png" width="210" height="194" alt="ten fingers" title="" />
+<span class="caption">ten fingers.</span>
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span></p>
+<h2>A RIDDLE</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">A plum blossom foot,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And a pudding face sweet;</span><br />
+He&#8217;s taller when he&#8217;s sitting<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Than when standing on his feet.</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 156px;">
+<img src="images/img75a.png" width="156" height="186" alt="a riddle" title="" />
+<span class="caption">a riddle.</span>
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<h2>THE FIVE FINGERS</h2>
+<p class="center" style="margin-top: -1em; font-size: .8em;">(<em>Another finger-play</em>)</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">A great big brother,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And a little brother so,</span><br />
+A big bell-tower,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And a temple and a show,</span><br />
+And little baby wee, wee,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Always wants to go.</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px;">
+<img src="images/img75b.png" width="200" height="222" alt="the five fingers" title="" />
+<span class="caption">the five fingers.</span>
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 146px; margin-right: 7em;">
+<img src="images/img75d.png" width="146" height="246" alt="ladybug" title="" />
+<span class="caption">ladybug.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p class="sub1" style="margin-left: 6em;">LADYBUG</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 9em;">Ladybug, ladybug,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fly away, do;</span><br />
+Fly to the mountain,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And feed upon dew.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 9em;">Feed upon dew,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And sleep on a rug,</span><br />
+And then run away<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Like a good little bug.</span></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 160px; margin-left: 9em;">
+<img src="images/img75c.png" width="160" height="100" alt="ladybug in chinese characters" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&ldquo;ladybug,&rdquo; in chinese characters.</span>
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<h2>THE SPIDER</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Oh, my dear brother spider,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">With your body big and red,</span><br />
+From the eaves you are hanging<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">On a single little thread.</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 257px;">
+<img src="images/img75e.png" width="257" height="305" alt="the spider" title="" />
+<span class="caption">the spider.</span>
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 236px;">
+<img src="images/img75f.png" width="236" height="196" alt="the great wall in chinese characters" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&ldquo;the great wall,&rdquo;<br />in chinese characters.</span>
+</div>
+
+<h2>THE GREAT WALL</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+The wily Emperor Tsin Chi-hwang<br />
+He built a wall both great and strong.<br />
+The steps were narrow, but the wall was stout,<br />
+So it kept the troublesome Tartars out.</p>
+
+
+</div>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class="box">
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 567px;">
+<img src="images/img76a.png" width="567" height="127" alt="MOTHER GOOSE CONTINUED" title="" />
+</div>
+<p class="center"><strong>BY ANNA MARION SMITH</strong></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="Pussycat" id="Pussycat"></a>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 530px;">
+<img src="images/img76b.png" width="530" height="353" alt="Pussy cat Pussy cat" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 20em;">&ldquo;What did you say when you&#8217;d made your best bow?&rdquo;<br />
+&ldquo;I opened my mouth and remarked &lsquo;<em>miaow</em>.&rsquo;&rdquo;<br />
+&ldquo;What did the Queen say in answer to that?&rdquo;<br />
+&ldquo;She screamed a little, and then she said, &lsquo;SCAT!&rsquo;&rdquo;</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="BoyBlue" id="BoyBlue"></a>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 466px;">
+<img src="images/img76c.png" width="466" height="295" alt="Little Boy Blue" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 20em;">Little boy Blue, awake, awake,<br />
+And see how merry your charges make!<br />
+Through field and garden their course they steer,<br />
+And the mischief they&#8217;re doing,&mdash;oh dear, oh dear!</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/img77a.png" width="600" height="256" alt="pat a cake" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11.5em; margin-top: -7.5em;">Hurry it, hurry it, baker&#8217;s man;<br />
+Bring it to us as quick as you can.<br />
+I hope it has raisins by way of surprise,<br />
+And little black currants that look just like eyes.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11.5em;">Here it comes, here it comes, baby mine.<br />
+Never was cake that was half so fine;<br />
+Brown as a berry, and hot from the pan,&mdash;<br />
+Thank you, oh thank you, you good baker&#8217;s man!</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="dock" id="dock"></a>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/img77b.png" width="600" height="613" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em; margin-top: -18em;">Hickory, dickory, dock,<br />
+Again he tried the clock,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">This time,&mdash;don&#8217;t frown,&mdash;</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The <em>clock</em> ran down!</span><br />
+Hickory, dickory, dock.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 10em;">&nbsp;</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 650px;">
+<img src="images/img78a.png" width="650" height="458" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-top: -18em; font-size: .9em;">How shall I go to Babylon?<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who will tell me true?</span><br />
+Oh, there are trains, and there are boats,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And automobiles too.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 3em; font-size: .9em;">And one may ride a bicycle,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or go in a balloon;</span><br />
+Or one may travel on his feet<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And get there &#8217;most as soon.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-top: -12.5em; margin-left: 30em; font-size: .9em;">For trains go off the track, you see,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And boats go down below;</span><br />
+And automobiles go to smash<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">In ways that none may know.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 3em; margin-left: 30em; font-size: .9em;">And tires of bicycles go pop,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Balloons will go and balk,</span><br />
+So taking all in all, I think<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">If I were you, I&#8217;d walk.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 4em;">&nbsp;</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="HARK" id="HARK"></a>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/img78b.png" width="600" height="411" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-top: -14.5em; margin-left: 2em;">Hear, hear, they&#8217;re drawing near!<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Just hark to the tramp of feet!</span><br />
+So haste about, set tables out,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And get them food to eat.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-top: -5.5em; margin-left: 25em;">Run, run, the turkey&#8217;s done!<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">I hope it is nicely dressed,</span><br />
+For those who shirk and will not work<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Are sure to want the best.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 8em;">&nbsp;</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span></p>
+<h2>There Was an Old Woman</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img79.png" width="500" height="704" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 436px;">
+<img src="images/img80.png" width="436" height="500" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">There was an old woman who lived in a shoe.<br />
+She had so many children she didn&#8217;t know what to do;<br />
+She gave them some broth without any bread;<br />
+She whipped them all soundly, and put them to bed.<br />
+
+<span class="smcap" style="margin-left: 5em;">from a drawing by p. vinton brown</span></p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p><p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 296px; margin-right: 4em; margin-top: -2.5em;">
+<img src="images/img82a.png" width="296" height="247" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 3em;">Now it happened that Santa Claus,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Passing that way,</span><br />
+Peeped into the shoe top<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And saw how they lay&mdash;</span><br />
+With their round, rosy faces<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">All shining with tears,</span><br />
+And resolved to do something<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To comfort the dears.</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 548px; margin-top: -1.5em;">
+<img src="images/img82b.png" width="548" height="680" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 4.5em; margin-top: -10em;">So while they were sleeping<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">In woful array,</span><br />
+He bundled those children<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Right into his sleigh;</span><br />
+And cracking his whip<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">As his reindeers sped forth,</span><br />
+Away they all flew<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To his home in the North.</span></p>
+
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 514px;">
+<img src="images/img83a.png" width="514" height="188" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<div class='center'>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="">
+<tr>  <td align='left'>What wonders he showed them,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Such beautiful toys!</span><br />
+Such dolls for the girls,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And such drums for the boys!</span><br />
+Such farms and such stables,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Such monkeys and bears,</span><br />
+Such dishes and tables<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And tiny dolls&#8217; chairs!</span></td>
+
+<td class="tdp1"></td>
+
+<td align='left'>And when they had seen<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">All the wonderful things</span><br />
+Which each winter, at Christmas,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dear Santa Claus brings,</span><br />
+He gave them, to make<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Their enchantment complete,</span><br />
+Just all of the candy<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And cake they could eat.</span></td>  </tr>
+</table></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img83b.png" width="500" height="417" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em; margin-top: -5em;">When they told of their travels,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Their mother, it seems,</span><br />
+Only laughed, and declared<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">They were nothing but dreams.</span><br />
+I am sure, though, things <em>must</em><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Have occurred as they say,</span><br />
+Else why were they, all of them,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ill the next day?</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span></p>
+<h2>Humpty Dumpty</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img84.png" width="500" height="694" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 530px;">
+<img src="images/img85.png" width="530" height="775" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 20em; margin-top: -48em;"><span style="margin-left: 8em;">I</span><br />
+There he lay, stretched out on the ground,<br />
+While all the company gathered around;<br />
+When, valiantly stifling his tears and his groans,<br />
+He sadly addressed them in quavering tones.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 3em; margin-top: 6.5em;"><span style="margin-left: 8em;">II</span><br />
+&ldquo;Friends,&rdquo; said Humpty, wiping his eyes,<br />
+&ldquo;This sudden descent was an awful surprise.<br />
+It inclines me to think,&mdash;you may laugh at my views,&mdash;<br />
+That a seat that is humble is safest to choose.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 481px; margin-right: 3em; margin-top: 30em;">
+<img src="images/img86.png" width="481" height="700" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 1em; margin-top: -43em;"><span style="margin-left: 7em;">III</span><br />
+&ldquo;All are not fitted to sit on a wall,<br />
+Some have no balance, and some are too small;<br />
+Many have tried it and found, as I guess,<br />
+They&#8217;ve ended, like me, in a terrible mess.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 20em; margin-top: -4em; line-height: 1.4em;"><span style="margin-left: 7em;">IV</span><br />
+&ldquo;Hark, you horses, and all you king&#8217;s men!<br />
+Hear it, and never forget it again!<br />
+&#8217;Tis those who are patient in seats that are low,<br />
+Who some day get up in high places and crow.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 20em;"><span style="margin-left: 8em;">V</span><br />
+Then they took him and put him to bed.<br />
+I hope you&#8217;ll remember the things that he said;<br />
+For all the king&#8217;s horses and all the king&#8217;s men<br />
+Never once thought of his sermon again.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 26em;">&nbsp;</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 568px;">
+<img src="images/img87a.png" width="568" height="570" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 4em; margin-top: -24.5em; line-height: .9em;">This noble queen, with mind serene,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then made a mammoth cake.</span><br />
+The naughty knave for cake did crave,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And off with it did make.</span><br />
+The haughty king, for punishing,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Would have him eat it all,</span><br />
+Which made the knave&mdash;unhappy slave&mdash;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Too sick to speak or crawl.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 24em; margin-top: -2em; line-height: .9em;">Since then, at ease, their majesties<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Eat pastries every day.</span><br />
+The knave affirms his stomach squirms,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And looks the other way.</span><br />
+Alas, alas, to such a pass<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Doth gluttony invite!</span><br />
+&#8217;Tis very sad to be so bad,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And lose one&#8217;s appetite.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 4em; margin-top: 3.5em; line-height: .9em;">
+Next day the queen, with lofty mien,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Prepared some lovely pies.</span><br />
+The feeble knave side-glances gave<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">At them with longing eyes.</span><br />
+The cruel king, with mocking fling,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Said: &ldquo;Do, now, have some pie!&rdquo;</span><br />
+The qualmish knave, no longer brave,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Could only groan, &ldquo;Not I.&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="Misty" id="Misty"></a>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 568px;">
+<img src="images/img87b.png" width="568" height="233" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+    <p style="margin-left: 12em; margin-top: -3.5em;"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">This morning as I wandered</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">To enjoy the charming weather,</span><br />
+I met a man in goggles and a modern suit of leather.<br />
+He began to toot a horn and I began to run,<br />
+He knocked me flat nor cared for that;<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">And down the road he spun.</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 550px;">
+<img src="images/img88.png" width="550" height="433" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 21.5em; margin-top: -15em;"><span style="margin-left: 8em;">I</span><br />
+OOD Queen Kate was his royal mate,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And a right royal mate was she:</span><br />
+She would frequently state that carousing till late<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was something that never should be.</span><br />
+But every fiddler had such a fine fiddle,&mdash;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Oh, such a fine fiddle had he,&mdash;</span><br />
+That old King Cole, in his inmost soul,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was as restive as he could be.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 7.5em; margin-top: -1em;"><span style="margin-left: 8em;">II</span><br />
+HEN thus spoke she to his majesty,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">He planted his crown on tight.</span><br />
+&ldquo;We will wait,&rdquo; whispered he to the fiddlers three,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;Till the Queen has retired for the night.&rdquo;</span><br />
+Every fiddler then tuned up his fiddle,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And tuned it as true as could be:</span><br />
+While old King Cole got his pipe and bowl<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And replenished them secretly.</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 267px; margin-right: -2em; margin-top: -8em;">
+<img src="images/img88a.png" width="267" height="272" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 156px; margin-left: 1em; margin-top: -9em;">
+<img src="images/img88b.png" width="156" height="139" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em; margin-top: -8em;"><span style="margin-left: 7em;">III</span><br />
+O gay they grew as the night hours flew,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">He forgot how the time sped away;</span><br />
+Till swift overhead he heard the Queen&#8217;s tread<br />
+As she sprang out of bed, when he hurriedly said<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">They might finish the tune the next day.</span><br />
+Every fiddler he had a fine fiddle,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And a very fine fiddle had he:</span><br />
+Oh, &#8217;t was not fair such a concert rare<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Should be ended so suddenly!</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 476px;">
+<img src="images/img88c.png" width="476" height="131" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 530px;">
+<img src="images/img89.png" width="530" height="342" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 3em; margin-top: -8em;"><span style="margin-left: -.5em;">&ldquo;Fy, pussy, what a lazy cat,</span><br />
+   <span style="margin-left: 1em;">On such a pleasant day</span><br />
+ To sit and drowse beside the fire<br />
+   <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And sleep the hours away!</span><br />
+ A self-respecting dog would think<br />
+   <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Himself a sorry cur,</span><br />
+ If he did nothing all day long<br />
+   <span style="margin-left: 1em;">But fold his arms and purr!&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 24em; margin-top: -10em;"><span style="margin-left: -.5em;">&ldquo;Now, sir, you needn&#8217;t criticize</span><br />
+   <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Because I sit and blink,</span><br />
+ For while my eyes are shut, like this,<br />
+   <span style="margin-left: 1em;">I think, and think, and think.</span><br />
+ And when I purr, please understand<br />
+   <span style="margin-left: 1em;">I work with all my might,</span><br />
+ A-humming over songs I sing<br />
+   <span style="margin-left: 1em;">When I go out at night.</span></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 175px;">
+<img src="images/img89a.png" width="175" height="174" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 173px;">
+<img src="images/img89aa.png" width="173" height="174" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em; margin-top: 2em;">
+<span style="margin-left: -.5em;">&ldquo;Excuse me. Now I&#8217;ll close my eyes,</span><br />
+   <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And think a little more.</span><br />
+ On busy days like this, I show<br />
+   <span style="margin-left: 1em;">My visitors the door.</span><br />
+ &#8217;T is only little dogs who judge<br />
+   <span style="margin-left: 1em;">That one must idle be,</span><br />
+ Unless one&#8217;s chasing round and round<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or barking up a tree.&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="DOTH" id="DOTH"></a>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 530px;">
+<img src="images/img89b.png" width="530" height="128" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 337px; margin-left: 5em;">
+<img src="images/img89c.png" width="337" height="177" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-top: -10em;">But never a word of plaint will be heard<br />
+From robin, no matter how tired and cold;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 26.5em; margin-top: -3em;">
+For well will he know that the winter<br />
+ <span style="margin-left: 3em;">will go,</span><br />
+And the blossoms and greenness of<br />
+ <span style="margin-left: 3em;">spring unfold.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 26.5em;">
+And when the warm sun says winter<br />
+ <span style="margin-left: 3em;">is done,</span><br />
+He&#8217;ll gladden us all with his cheery<br />
+ <span style="margin-left: 3em;">song;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: -3em;">And never will fret if the season is wet,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: -3em;">Or wail that the winter was hard and long.</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 559px;">
+<img src="images/img90a.png" width="559" height="276" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+
+<p style="margin-left: 28em; margin-top: -11em;">
+I bought a little carriage<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And took him out to ride,</span><br />
+And yet with all my efforts<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">He wasn&#8217;t satisfied.</span><br />
+I never would have married,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Now this I do declare,&mdash;</span><br />
+If I&#8217;d supposed a husband<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was such an awful care.</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="ourtown" id="ourtown"></a>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 551px;">
+<img src="images/img90b.png" width="551" height="253" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 22em; margin-top: -6em;">
+This clever man then hastened on<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And bought a pair of shears,</span><br />
+But when he tried to cut with them,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">He snipped off both his ears.</span><br />
+And when he heard his ears were off,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">(&#8217;T was told him o&#8217;er and o&#8217;er),</span><br />
+He seized the shears and snipped them back<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">As they had been before.</span></p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 230px; margin-right: 4em;">
+<img src="images/img90c.png" width="230" height="110" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 5em;">&ldquo;Because,&rdquo; said he, &ldquo;wise men like me,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who travel round about,</span><br />
+And keep their eyes, and use them well,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">May find some people out.</span><br />
+And if they also use their ears,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And hark what hearsay brings,</span><br />
+They&#8217;re likewise pretty sure to hear<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Some very funny things.&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="Sacaradown" id="Sacaradown"></a>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 538px;">
+<img src="images/img90d.png" width="538" height="168" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 4em; margin-top: -4em;">
+See saw, steady and slow!<br />
+Other places there are, I know,<br />
+But they are not worth the trouble to go,<br />
+For Boston people have told me so.</p>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 556px;">
+<img src="images/img91a.png" width="556" height="421" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em; margin-top: -7em;">
+Sing a song o&#8217; sixpence<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">A pocket full of rye;</span><br />
+I know another blackbird<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Baked in a pie.</span><br />
+The maid it was who baked it<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">With all her might and main,</span><br />
+Resolved there&#8217;d be one blackbird<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">That shouldn&#8217;t nip again.</span></p>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="littlepussy" id="littlepussy"></a>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 556px;">
+<img src="images/img91b.png" width="556" height="357" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em; margin-top: -5em;">
+I never will dress her again, that is sure.<br />
+Her scratches, you see, are not easy to cure.<br />
+And I find that it takes much more time than you&#8217;d guess,<br />
+To sew up the rents in my dolly&#8217;s best dress.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em;">
+I&#8217;d give a good deal, if it wasn&#8217;t for that,<br />
+To see how she&#8217;d look in my dolly&#8217;s new hat.<br />
+But no, I&#8217;ll not try it, you never can tell;<br />
+And politeness is best till one&#8217;s scratches get well.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 577px;">
+<img src="images/img92.png" width="577" height="819" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em; margin-top: -38.5em; line-height: .8em;">
+Jack Horner had three brothers,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Their names were Horner, too&mdash;</span><br />
+One was James, and one was George,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the little one was Hugh.</span><br />
+And they always did exactly<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">What they saw Jackie do&mdash;</span><br />
+James and George and the littlest one,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The one whose name was Hugh.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em; line-height: .8em;">
+So when Jack&#8217;s Christmas pie was made,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">They made three others, too&mdash;</span><br />
+One for James, and one for George,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And a little one for Hugh.</span><br />
+And <em>they</em> sat up in corners,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">As they&#8217;d seen Jackie do&mdash;</span><br />
+James and George and the littlest one,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The one whose name was Hugh.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em; line-height: .8em;">
+I&#8217;m sure &#8217;t was <em>very</em> lucky<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">(Does it not seem so to you?)</span><br />
+That the room had just four corners</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em; margin-top: 2.5em;">For</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em; margin-top: 2.5em; line-height: .8em;">For if Jackie had a corner,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">There <em>must</em> be corners, too,</span><br />
+For James and George and the littlest one,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The one whose name was Hugh.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 8em;">&nbsp;</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 553px;">
+<img src="images/img93a.png" width="553" height="443" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<h2><a name="JINGLES" id="JINGLES"></a>JINGLES</h2>
+
+<hr style="width: 10%;" />
+
+<p class="center"><strong>THERE WAS A MAN IN OUR TOWN</strong></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 225px; margin-left: -3em;">
+<img src="images/img93b.png" width="225" height="277" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 180px; margin-right: -3em; margin-top: -4em;">
+<img src="images/img93c.png" width="180" height="302" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+<p>
+There was a man in our town,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And all he did each day</span><br />
+Was to skip and hop along the streets<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And on a trumpet play.</span></p>
+
+<p class="center">&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+
+<p style="margin-left: 6em;"><strong>A MOST WONDERFUL SIGHT</strong></p>
+
+<p>
+The most wonderful sight I ever did see<br />
+Was an owl on the branch of our old oak-tree;<br />
+His eyes were so large and his head was so small<br />
+That he seemed all eyes and no head at all.</p>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 25%; margin-top: -3em;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 422px;">
+<img src="images/img94.png" width="422" height="600" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="center" style="margin-top: -6.2em;"><strong>SAILING</strong></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em; margin-top: -.75em; line-height: .8em;">
+Afloat, afloat, in a golden boat!<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hoist the sail to the breeze!</span><br />
+Steer by a star to lands afar<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">That sleep in the southern seas,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And then come home to our teas!</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 335px;">
+<img src="images/img95.png" width="335" height="500" alt="An up to date pussy cat" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 420px;">
+<img src="images/img96.png" width="420" height="600" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="center" style="margin-top: -35em;"><strong>MISERY IN COMPANY</strong></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em; margin-top: 29.5em; line-height: .9em;">
+The rain is falling,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The fire is out!</span><br />
+Jane has the toothache,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">John has the gout!</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 413px;">
+<img src="images/img97.png" width="413" height="600" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="center" style="margin-top: -36.5em;"><strong>COURT NEWS</strong><br />
+<span class="sml1">By Lucy Fitch Perkins</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em; margin-top: 30em; line-height: .9em;">
+The king and queen went out to-day,<br />
+A-riding on a load of hay.<br />
+The king fell off and lost his crown,<br />
+The queen fell, too, and tore her gown.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 477px;">
+<img src="images/img98.png" width="477" height="600" alt="Old Mother Goose" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 399px;">
+<img src="images/img100.png" width="399" height="600" alt="A message to mother goose" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 397px;">
+<img src="images/img101.png" width="397" height="600" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 396px;">
+<img src="images/img102.png" width="396" height="600" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 396px;">
+<img src="images/img103.png" width="396" height="600" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 396px;">
+<img src="images/img104.png" width="396" height="600" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 395px;">
+<img src="images/img105.png" width="395" height="600" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+</div>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class="box">
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 376px;">
+<img src="images/img106.png" width="376" height="500" alt="Sleepy Time Songs and Stories" title="" />
+</div>
+
+</div>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class="box">
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 363px;">
+<img src="images/img107.png" width="363" height="500" alt="sweet and low" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</a></span></p>
+<h2>THE SLEEPY-TIME STORY<a name="FNanchor_C_3" id="FNanchor_C_3"></a><a href="#Footnote_C_3" class="fnanchor">[C]</a></h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY GERTRUDE SMITH</strong></p>
+
+
+<p>One night Arabella and Araminta&#8217;s mamma was sewing, and their papa was
+reading his newspaper. And there was a fire in the grate&mdash;a warm, bright
+fire in the grate.</p>
+
+<p>And Arabella sat on the rug before the fire, and Araminta sat on the rug
+before the fire.</p>
+
+<p>And Arabella was playing with her little white kitty, and Araminta was
+playing with her little black kitty.</p>
+
+<p>And Arabella&#8217;s little white kitty&#8217;s name was Annabel, and Araminta&#8217;s
+little black kitty&#8217;s name was Lillabel.</p>
+
+<p>Arabella had a little red ball fastened to a long string, and Araminta
+had a little blue ball fastened to a long string. Arabella would roll
+her ball, and her little white kitty would run and jump for it. And
+Araminta would roll her ball, and her little black kitty would run and
+jump for it.</p>
+
+<p>The kittens were so cunning and funny, and they were having such a
+splendid time.</p>
+
+<p>Sometimes when Arabella&#8217;s kitty would run very fast, or jump very high,
+Arabella would laugh until she tumbled right over on the floor.</p>
+
+<p>And sometimes when Araminta&#8217;s kitty would run very fast, or jump very
+high, Araminta would laugh until she would tumble right over on the
+floor.</p>
+
+<p>Oh, they were having a splendid time.</p>
+
+<p>But all at once their mamma looked up from her sewing, and said,
+&ldquo;Good-night, Arabella. Good-night, Araminta. The clock is on the stroke
+of eight.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>And their papa looked up from his paper, and said, &ldquo;Yes, good-night,
+Arabella. Good-night, Araminta. The clock is on the stroke of eight.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>And Arabella said, &ldquo;Oh, must we go to bed right now?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>And Araminta said, &ldquo;Oh, must we go to bed right now?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>And their papa said, &ldquo;Yes, indeed; yes, indeed. Good-night, Arabella.
+Good-night, Araminta. The clock is on the stroke of eight.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Always, when it was bedtime, their papa and mamma would say,
+&ldquo;Good-night, Arabella. Good-night, Araminta.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>And sometimes they were good, and sometimes they were bad; but they
+always ran away to bed.</p>
+
+<p>And their dear mamma always went with them and tucked them in and kissed
+them, and then came away downstairs and left them. And sometimes they
+were good, and sometimes they were bad; but they always went to sleep.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</a></span></p>
+<p>But to-night their mamma said,</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em;">
+&ldquo;Run and get your nighties, dears,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And get each a flannel gown,</span><br />
+And we&#8217;ll sit and rock you here,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till you go to sleepy-town.&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<p>And Arabella ran upstairs and got her nighty and her little flannel
+gown. And Araminta ran upstairs and got her nighty and her little
+flannel gown. And their mamma undressed Arabella, and their papa
+undressed Araminta.</p>
+
+<p>Arabella&#8217;s little flannel gown was red, and Araminta&#8217;s little flannel
+gown was pink. When they had put them on over their nighties they were
+just as warm as toast.</p>
+
+<p>Arabella&#8217;s kitty was playing with Araminta&#8217;s kitty on the rug before the
+fire. They were rolling and tumbling and chasing each other, and they
+looked so cunning and sweet.</p>
+
+<p>And Arabella&#8217;s mamma took Arabella on her lap, and Araminta&#8217;s papa took
+Araminta on his lap.</p>
+
+<p>Arabella said, &ldquo;Oh, I want my kitty in my lap, mamma!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>And Araminta said, &ldquo;Oh, I want my kitty in my lap, papa!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>So they jumped down and caught the kitties.</p>
+
+<p>Their mamma rocked Arabella, and their papa rocked Araminta; and they
+sang to them,</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em;">
+<span style="margin-left: -.5em;">&ldquo;Now a nice little rock,</span><br />
+ And never mind the clock,<br />
+ Now a nice little rock,<br />
+ And never mind the clock!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>And they sang it over, and over, and over.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em;">
+<span style="margin-left: -.5em;">&ldquo;Now a nice little rock,</span><br />
+ And never mind the clock,<br />
+ Now a nice little rock,<br />
+ And never mind the clock!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>And Arabella cuddled in her mamma&#8217;s arms, and hugged her little kitty
+close; and Araminta cuddled in her papa&#8217;s arms, and hugged her little
+kitty close.</p>
+
+<p>And their mamma sang, and their papa sang;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 5em;">
+&ldquo;Now she goes to sleepy-town, sleepy-town, sleepy-town;<br />
+ Cuddled in her little gown, here she goes to sleepy-town.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>And they sang it over, and over, and over.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 5em;">
+&ldquo;Now she goes to sleepy-town, sleepy-town, sleepy-town;<br />
+ Cuddled in her little gown, here she goes to sleepy-town.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</a></span></p>
+<p>And very soon Arabella could only just hear her mamma singing, and very
+soon Araminta could only just hear her papa singing, &ldquo;Sleepy-town,
+sleepy-town.&rdquo; And soon they couldn&#8217;t hear them at all. They were sound
+asleep!</p>
+
+<p>And their mamma looked at their papa, and said, &ldquo;Our precious little
+dears are both sound asleep.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>And their papa said, &ldquo;Yes, our little pets have both reached
+sleepy-town.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>And Arabella&#8217;s mamma carried her upstairs and put her in her little bed,
+and Araminta&#8217;s papa carried her upstairs and put her in her little bed.
+And Arabella was hugging her white kitty up close in her arms and
+Araminta was hugging her black kitty up close in her arms. And the
+kitties were both sound asleep, too.</p>
+
+<p>But Arabella&#8217;s kitty and Araminta&#8217;s kitty did not sleep with them all
+night&mdash;oh, no indeed! They had a nice little, warm little, soft little
+bed down in the basement, close to the furnace.</p>
+
+<p>And their papa took the kitties out of their arms, and carried them down
+to their bed.</p>
+
+<p>And Arabella slept, and slept, and slept, and slept, and slept. And
+Araminta slept, and slept, and slept, and slept, and slept.</p>
+
+<p>And the little kitties in their soft little bed slept, and slept, too.
+All through the long, dark, beautiful night they slept.</p>
+
+<p>And the sun came, and the morning came, and it was another day!</p>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_C_3" id="Footnote_C_3"></a><a href="#FNanchor_C_3"><span class="label">[C]</span></a> From &ldquo;Arabella and Araminta Stories.&rdquo; Used by permission of
+publishers, Small, Maynard &amp; Co., Boston.</p></div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="GOSLEEP" id="GOSLEEP"></a>
+<h2>THE GO-SLEEP STORY<a name="FNanchor_D_4" id="FNanchor_D_4"></a><a href="#Footnote_D_4" class="fnanchor">[D]</a></h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY EUDORA S. BUMSTEAD</strong></p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;How can I go to bed,&rdquo; said Penny, the flossy dog, &ldquo;till I say
+good-night to Baby Ray? He gives me part of his bread and milk, and pats
+me with his little, soft hand. It is bedtime now for dogs and babies. I
+wonder if he is asleep?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>So he trotted along in his silky, white nightgown till he found Baby Ray
+on the porch in mamma&#8217;s arms.</p>
+
+<p>And she was telling him the same little story that I am telling you:</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 5em;">
+The doggie that was given him to keep, keep, keep,<br />
+Went to see if Baby Ray was asleep, sleep, sleep.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</a></span></p>
+<p>&ldquo;How can we go to bed,&rdquo; said Snowdrop and Thistledown, the youngest
+children of Tabby, the cat, &ldquo;till we have once more looked at Baby Ray?
+He lets us play with his blocks and ball, and laughs when we climb on
+the table. It is bedtime now for kitties and dogs and babies. Perhaps
+we shall find him asleep.&rdquo; And this is what the kitties heard:</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 5em;">
+One doggie that was given him to keep, keep, keep,<br />
+Two cunning little kitty-cats, creep, creep, creep,<br />
+Went to see if Baby Ray was asleep, sleep, sleep.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;How can we go to bed,&rdquo; said the three little Bunnies, &ldquo;till we have
+seen Baby Ray?&rdquo; Then away they went in their white, velvet nightgowns as
+softly as three flakes of snow. And they, too, when they got as far as
+the porch, heard Ray&#8217;s mamma telling the same little story:</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 5em;">
+One doggie that was given him to keep, keep, keep,<br />
+Two cunning little kitty-cats, creep, creep, creep,<br />
+Three pretty little bunnies, with a leap, leap, leap,<br />
+Went to see if Baby Ray was asleep, sleep, sleep.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;How can we go to bed,&rdquo; said the four white Geese, &ldquo;till we know that
+Baby Ray is all right? He loves to watch us sail on the duck-pond, and
+he brings us corn in his little blue apron. It is bedtime now for geese
+and rabbits and kitties and dogs and babies, and he really ought to be
+asleep.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>So they waddled away in their white, feather nightgowns, around by the
+porch, where they saw Baby Ray, and heard mamma tell the &ldquo;Go-Sleep&rdquo;
+story:</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 5em;">
+One doggie that was given him to keep, keep, keep,<br />
+Two cunning little kitty-cats, creep, creep, creep,<br />
+Three pretty little bunnies, with a leap, leap, leap,<br />
+Four geese from the duck-pond, deep, deep, deep,<br />
+Went to see if Baby Ray was asleep, sleep, sleep.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;How can we go to bed,&rdquo; said the five white Chicks, &ldquo;till we have seen
+Baby Ray once more? He scatters crumbs for us and calls us. Now it is
+bedtime for chicks and geese and rabbits and kittens and dogs and
+babies, so little Ray must be asleep.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Then they ran and fluttered in their downy, white nightgowns till they
+came to the porch, where little Ray was just closing his eyes, while
+mamma told the &ldquo;Go-Sleep&rdquo; story:</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 5em;">
+One doggie that was given him to keep, keep, keep,<br />
+Two cunning little kitty-cats, creep, creep, creep,<br />
+Three pretty little bunnies, with a leap, leap, leap,<br />
+Four geese from the duck-pond, deep, deep, deep,<br />
+Five downy little chicks, crying peep, peep, peep,<br />
+All saw that Baby Ray was asleep, sleep, sleep.</p>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_D_4" id="Footnote_D_4"></a><a href="#FNanchor_D_4"><span class="label">[D]</span></a> Used by permission of <em>The Youth&#8217;s Companion</em>.</p></div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 373px;">
+<img src="images/img112.png" width="373" height="500" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">the land of nod</span>
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</a></span></p>
+<h2>THE GENTLE DARK<a name="FNanchor_E_5" id="FNanchor_E_5"></a><a href="#Footnote_E_5" class="fnanchor">[E]</a></h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY W. GRAHAME ROBERTSON</strong></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">So it is over, the long bright Day,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And little Maid Twilight, quiet and meek,</span><br />
+Comes stealing along in her creep-mouse way<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whispering low&mdash;for she may not speak&mdash;</span><br />
+&ldquo;The Gentle Dark is coming to play<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">At a game of Hide and Seek.&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">Some babies are cross when she whispers them this,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And some are afraid and begin to cry.</span><br />
+I never can think what they find amiss.<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Afraid of the Dark! I wonder why.</span><br />
+The Gentle Dark that falls like a kiss<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Down from the sleepy sky.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">O Gentle Dark, we know you are kind<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">By the lingering touch of your cool soft hand;</span><br />
+As over our eyes the veil you bind<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">We shut them tight at word of command,</span><br />
+You are only playing at Hoodman-Blind,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">A game that we understand.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">The voice is tender (O little one, hark!),<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The eyes are kindly under the hood,</span><br />
+Blow out the candle, leave not a spark,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Trusting your friend as a playmate should.</span><br />
+Hold up your arms to the Gentle Dark,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Dark that is kind and good.</span></p>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_E_5" id="Footnote_E_5"></a><a href="#FNanchor_E_5"><span class="label">[E]</span></a> From &ldquo;A Year of Song,&rdquo; by W. Grahame Robertson; used by
+permission of the publishers, John Lane Company.</p></div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="FERRY" id="FERRY"></a>
+<h2>THE FERRY FOR SHADOWTOWN</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">Sway to and fro in the twilight gray;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">This is the ferry for Shadowtown;</span><br />
+It always sails at the end of the day,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Just as the darkness closes down.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">Rest little head, on my shoulder, so;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">A sleepy kiss is the only fare,</span><br />
+Drifting away from the world, we go,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Baby and I in the rocking-chair.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">See where the fire-logs glow and spark,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Glitter the lights of the shadowland,</span><br />
+The raining drops on the window, hark!<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Are ripples lapping upon its strand.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">There, where the mirror is glancing dim,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">A lake lies shimmering, cool and still.</span><br />
+Blossoms are waving above its brim,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Those over there on the window-sill.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">Rock slow, more slow in the dusky light,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Silently lower the anchor down;</span><br />
+Dear little passenger, say &ldquo;Good-night.&rdquo;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">We&#8217;ve reached the harbor of Shadowtown.</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+
+<a name="HUSH" id="HUSH"></a>
+<h2>HUSH-A-BYE, BABY</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">Hush-a-bye, baby, in the tree top:<br />
+When the wind blows, the cradle will rock;<br />
+When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall,<br />
+Down will come baby, cradle, and all.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="LEAVES" id="LEAVES"></a>
+<h2>THE KITTEN AND THE FALLING LEAVES</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH</strong></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">See the kitten on the wall,<br />
+Sporting with the leaves that fall,<br />
+Withered leaves&mdash;one&mdash;two&mdash;and three&mdash;<br />
+From the lofty elder tree!<br />
+Through the calm and frosty air<br />
+Of this morning bright and fair,<br />
+Eddying round and round they sink<br />
+Softly, slowly: one might think<br />
+From the motions that are made,<br />
+Every little leaf conveyed<br />
+Sylph or fairy hither tending,<br />
+To this lower world descending,<br />
+Each invisible and mute,<br />
+In his wavering parachute.<br />
+But the kitten, how she starts,<br />
+Crouches, stretches, paws and darts!<br />
+First at one and then its fellow,<br />
+Just as light and just as yellow;<br />
+There are many now&mdash;now one&mdash;<br />
+Now they stop and there are none:<br />
+What intenseness of desire<br />
+In her upward eye of fire!<br />
+With a tiger-leap, halfway,<br />
+Now she meets the coming prey;<br />
+Lets it go as fast and then<br />
+Has it in her power again.<br />
+Now she works with three or four,<br />
+Like an Indian conjuror;<br />
+Quick as he in feats of art,<br />
+Far beyond in joy of heart.<br /></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 362px;">
+<img src="images/img114.png" width="362" height="500" alt="Late" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="sml">From &ldquo;The Book of the Little Past,&rdquo; by Josephine Preston Peabody;<br />
+used by permission of the publishers, Houghton Mifflin Co.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>A BLESSING FOR THE BLESSED</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY LAURENCE ALMA-TADEMA</strong></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+When the sun has left the hilltop,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the daisy-fringe is furled,</span><br />
+When the birds from wood and meadow<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">In their hidden nests are curled,</span><br />
+Then I think of all the babies<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">That are sleeping in the world.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">There are babies in the high lands<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And babies in the low,</span><br />
+There are pale ones wrapped in furry skins<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">On the margin of the snow,</span><br />
+And brown ones naked in the isles<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where all the spices grow.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">And some are in the palace,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">On a white and downy bed;</span><br />
+And some are in the garret,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">With a clout beneath their head;</span><br />
+And some are on the cold, hard earth,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whose mothers have no bread.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">O little men and women,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dear flowers yet unblown&mdash;</span><br />
+O little kings and beggars<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of the pageant yet unshown&mdash;</span><br />
+Sleep soft and dream pale dreams now,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To-morrow is your own.</span></p>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="MYDOLLY" id="MYDOLLY"></a>
+<h2>MY DOLLY</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">Hush, Dolly, bye, Dolly, sleep, Dolly, dear,<br />
+See what a bed, Dolly, I&#8217;ve for you here;<br />
+Therefore, to sleep, Dolly! don&#8217;t fret and cry;<br />
+Lay down your head, Dolly, shut up your eye.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">When the bright morn, Dolly, once more has come,<br />
+Up gets the sun, and goes forth to roam;<br />
+Then shall my dear Dolly soon get up, too;<br />
+Then shall be playtime for me and for you.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">Now go to sleep, Dolly, good night to you;<br />
+You must to bed, Dolly&mdash;I&#8217;m going too;<br />
+Just go to sleep without trouble or pain,<br />
+And in the morning I&#8217;ll come back again.</p>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="WORLD" id="WORLD"></a>
+<h2>THE CHILD AND THE WORLD</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">I see a nest in a green elm-tree<br />
+With little brown sparrows&mdash;one, two, three!<br />
+The elm-tree stretches its branches wide,<br />
+And the nest is soft and warm inside.<br />
+At morn the sun, so golden bright,<br />
+Climbs up to fill the world with light;<br />
+It opens the flowers, it wakens me,<br />
+And wakens the birdies&mdash;one, two, three.<br />
+And leaning out of my window high,<br />
+I look far up at the blue, blue sky,<br />
+And then far out at the earth so green,<br />
+And think it the loveliest ever seen&mdash;<br />
+The loveliest world that ever was seen!</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="EVENINGSONG" id="EVENINGSONG"></a>
+<h2>EVENING SONG</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY C. FRANCES ALEXANDER</strong></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">Little birds sleep sweetly<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">In their soft round nests,</span><br />
+Crouching in the cover<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of their mother&#8217;s breasts.</span><br />
+Little lambs lie quiet,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">All the summer night,</span><br />
+With their old ewe mothers,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Warm, and soft, and white.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">But more sweet and quiet<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lie our little heads,</span><br />
+With our own dear mothers<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sitting by our beds;</span><br />
+And their soft sweet voices<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sing our hush-a-byes,</span><br />
+While the room grows darker,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">As we shut our eyes.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">And we play at evening<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Round our father&#8217;s knees;</span><br />
+Birds are not so merry,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Singing on the trees,</span><br />
+Lambs are not so happy,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&#8217;Mid the meadow flowers;</span><br />
+They have play and pleasure,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">But not love like ours.</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="BYEBABY" id="BYEBABY"></a>
+<h2>ROCK-A-BYE, BABY</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">Rock-a-bye, baby, your cradle is green,<br />
+Father&#8217;s a nobleman, mother&#8217;s a queen,<br />
+And Betty&#8217;s a lady, and wears a gold ring,<br />
+And Johnny&#8217;s a drummer, and drums for the King.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 419px;">
+<img src="images/img116.png" width="419" height="500" alt="hush a bye baby" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</a></span></p>
+<h2>THE SANDMAN</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY MARGARET VANDERGRIFT</strong></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The rosy clouds float overhead</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">The sun is going down,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And now the Sandman&#8217;s gentle tread</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Comes stealing through the town.</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;White sand, white sand,&rdquo; he softly cries,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">And as he shakes his hand,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Straightway there lies on babies&#8217; eyes</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">His gift of shining sand.</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Blue eyes, black eyes, gray eyes and brown,</span><br />
+As shuts the rose, they softly close,<br />
+      <span style="margin-left: 3em;">when he goes through the town.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">From sunny beaches far away&mdash;</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Yes, in another land&mdash;</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">He gathers up at break of day</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">His store of shining sand.</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">No tempests beat that shore remote,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">No ships may sail that way,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">His little boat alone may float</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Within that lovely bay.</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Blue eyes, gray eyes, black eyes and brown,</span><br />
+As shuts the rose, they softly close,<br />
+      <span style="margin-left: 3em;">when he goes through the town.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">He smiles to see the eyelids close</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Above the happy eyes;</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And every child right well he knows&mdash;</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Oh, he is very wise!</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">But if, as he goes through the land,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">A naughty baby cries,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">His other hand takes dull gray sand</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">To close the wakeful eyes.</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Blue eyes, gray eyes, black eyes and brown,</span><br />
+As shuts the rose, they softly close,<br />
+      <span style="margin-left: 3em;">when he goes through the town.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">So when you hear the Sandman&#8217;s song</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Sound through the twilight sweet,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Be sure you do not keep him long</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">A-waiting on the street.</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lie softly down, dear little head,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Rest quiet, busy hands,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till, by your bed his good-night said,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">He strews the shining sands.</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Blue eyes, gray eyes, black eyes and brown,</span><br />
+As shuts the rose, they softly close,<br />
+      <span style="margin-left: 3em;">when he goes through the town.</span></p>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="FAIRYFOLK" id="FAIRYFOLK"></a>
+<h2>THE FAIRY FOLK</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY ROBERT BIRD</strong></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+Come cuddle close in daddy&#8217;s coat<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Beside the fire so bright,</span><br />
+And hear about the fairy folk<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">That wander in the night.</span><br />
+For when the stars are shining clear<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And all the world is still,</span><br />
+They float across the silver moon<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">From hill to cloudy hill.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+Their caps of red, their cloaks of green,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Are hung with silver bells,</span><br />
+And when they&#8217;re shaken with the wind<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Their merry ringing swells,</span><br />
+And riding on the crimson moth,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">With black spots on his wings,</span><br />
+They guide them down the purple sky<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">With golden bridle rings.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+They love to visit girls and boys,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To see how sweet they sleep,</span><br />
+To stand beside their cozy cots<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And at their faces peep.</span><br />
+For in the whole of fairy-land<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">They have no finer sight</span><br />
+Than little children sleeping sound<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">With faces rosy bright.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+On tiptoe crowding round their heads,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">When bright the moonlight beams,</span><br />
+They whisper little tender words<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">That fill their minds with dreams;</span><br />
+And when they see a sunny smile,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">With lightest finger tips</span><br />
+They lay a hundred kisses sweet<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Upon the ruddy lips.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+And then the little spotted moths<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Spread out their crimson wings,</span><br />
+And bear away the fairy crowd<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">With shaking bridle rings.</span><br />
+Come bairnies, hide in daddy&#8217;s coat,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Beside the fire so bright&mdash;</span><br />
+Perhaps the little fairy folk<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Will visit you to-night.</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</a></span></p>
+<h2>QUEEN MAB</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY THOMAS HOOD</strong></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+A little fairy comes at night;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Her eyes are blue, her hair is brown,</span><br />
+With silver spots upon her wings,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And from the moon she flutters down.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+She has a little silver wand,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And when a good child goes to bed,</span><br />
+She waves her wand from right to left,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And makes a circle round its head.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+And then it dreams of pleasant things&mdash;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of fountains filled with fairy fish,</span><br />
+And trees that bear delicious fruit.<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And bow their branches at a wish.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+Of arbors filled with dainty scents<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">From lovely flowers that never fade,</span><br />
+Bright flies that glitter in the sun,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And glow-worms shining in the shade.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+And talking birds with gifted tongues<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">For singing songs and telling tales,</span><br />
+And pretty dwarfs to show the way<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Through fairy hills and fairy dales.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+But when a bad child goes to bed,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">From left to right she weaves her rings,</span><br />
+And then it dreams all through the night<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of only ugly, horrid things!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+Then lions come with glaring eyes,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And tigers growl, a dreadful noise,</span><br />
+And ogres draw their cruel knives,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To shed the blood of girls and boys.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+Then stormy waves rush on to drown,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or raging flames come scorching round,</span><br />
+Fierce dragons hover in the air,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And serpents crawl along the ground.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+Then wicked children wake and weep,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And wish the long black gloom away;</span><br />
+But good ones love the dark, and find<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The night as pleasant as the day.</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+
+<a name="LULLABY" id="LULLABY"></a>
+<h2>LULLABY</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY GERTRUDE THOMPSON MILLER</strong></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">
+Come lay your head on my breast, my dear,<br />
+That I may feel your sweet form near;<br />
+Then we&#8217;ll rock, rock, in the rocking chair,<br />
+And play we&#8217;re sailing up through the air.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">
+Your body so warm, so close, and so round,<br />
+A more precious bundle ne&#8217;er was found;<br />
+Just nestle your head right here on my arm,<br />
+And Mother will keep you safe from all harm.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">
+Now, we rock, rock, and away we go,<br />
+Over the houses and trees, just so,<br />
+Like the birds, we&#8217;ll fly to a sunny land,<br />
+And there we&#8217;ll join the fairies&#8217; band.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">
+We&#8217;ll take them to ride; we&#8217;ll sail for home,<br />
+For Father is there, and he&#8217;s all alone;<br />
+Then we&#8217;ll alight on the nursery bed,<br />
+Fairies for company in Mother&#8217;s stead.</p>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="KENTUCKY" id="KENTUCKY"></a>
+<h2>KENTUCKY BABE<a name="FNanchor_F_6" id="FNanchor_F_6"></a><a href="#Footnote_F_6" class="fnanchor">[F]</a></h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY RICHARD HENRY BUCK</strong></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">
+Skeeters am a hummin&#8217; on de honeysuckle vine,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sleep, Kentucky Babe!</span><br />
+San&#8217;man am a comin&#8217; to dis little coon of mine,&mdash;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sleep, Kentucky Babe!</span><br />
+Silv&#8217;ry moon am shinin&#8217; in de heabens up above,<br />
+Bobolink am pinin&#8217; fo&#8217; his little lady love:<br />
+Yo&#8217; is mighty lucky, babe of old Kentucky,&mdash;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Close yo&#8217; eyes in sleep.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">
+Fly away, Kentucky Babe, fly away to rest,<br />
+Lay yo&#8217; kinky, woolly head on yo&#8217; mammy&#8217;s breast,&mdash;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Um-um-um-um,&mdash;</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Close yo&#8217; eyes in sleep.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">
+Daddy&#8217;s in de canebrake wid his little dog and gun,&mdash;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sleep, Kentucky Babe!</span><br />
+Possum fo&#8217; yo&#8217; breakfast when yo&#8217; sleepin&#8217; time is done,&mdash;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sleep, Kentucky Babe!</span><br />
+Bogie man&#8217;ll catch yo&#8217; sure unless yo&#8217; close yo&#8217; eyes,<br />
+Waitin&#8217; jes outside de doo&#8217; to take yo&#8217; by surprise!<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Close yo&#8217; eyes in sleep.</span></p>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_F_6" id="Footnote_F_6"></a><a href="#FNanchor_F_6"><span class="label">[F]</span></a> Copyright, 1896, by the White-Smith Music Publishing Co.
+These words are published by the Company in the form of a musical
+composition by Adam Geibel, the well-known composer.</p></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</a></span></p>
+<h2>MY POSSESSIONS</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">
+I&#8217;m a rich man,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">If ever there was one:</span><br />
+I&#8217;ve a horse and an apple,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And both are my own.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">
+But some others might wish<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Such fine presents to keep;</span><br />
+So I&#8217;ll take them to bed,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To hold while asleep.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">
+And when in the morning<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">I wake up once more,</span><br />
+I&#8217;ve my toy and my apple,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To me a rich store.</span></p>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="UPSTORY" id="UPSTORY"></a>
+<h2>THE WAKE-UP STORY<a name="FNanchor_G_7" id="FNanchor_G_7"></a><a href="#Footnote_G_7" class="fnanchor">[G]</a></h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY EUDORA S. BUMSTEAD</strong></p>
+
+<p>The sun was up and the breeze was blowing, and the five chicks, and four
+geese, and three rabbits, and two kitties, and one little dog were just
+as noisy and lively as they knew how to be.</p>
+
+<p>They were all watching for Baby Ray to appear at the window, but he was
+still fast asleep in his little white bed, while mamma was making ready
+the things he would need when he would wake up.</p>
+
+<p>First, she went along the orchard path as far as the old wooden pump,
+and said: &ldquo;Good pump, will you give me some nice, clear water for the
+baby&#8217;s bath?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>And the pump was willing.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em;">
+The good old pump by the orchard path<br />
+Gave nice, clear water for the baby&#8217;s bath.</p>
+
+<p>Then she went a little further on the path, and stopped at the woodpile,
+and said: &ldquo;Good chips, the pump has given me nice, clear water for dear
+Baby Ray; will you come and warm the water and cook his food?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>And the chips were willing.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em;">
+The good old pump by the orchard path<br />
+Gave nice clear water for the baby&#8217;s bath.<br />
+And the clean white chips from the pile of wood<br />
+Were glad to warm it and cook his food.</p>
+
+<p>So mamma went on till she came to the barn, and then said: &ldquo;Good cow,
+the pump has given me nice, clear water, and the woodpile has given me
+clean, white chips for dear little Ray; will you give me warm, rich
+milk?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>And the cow was willing.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</a></span></p>
+<p>Then she said to the top-knot hen that was scratching in the straw:
+&ldquo;Good Biddy, the pump has given me nice, clear water, and the woodpile
+has given me clean, white chips, and the cow has given me warm, rich
+milk for dear little Ray; will you give me a new-laid egg?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>And the hen was willing.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em;">
+The good old pump by the orchard path<br />
+Gave nice, clear water for the baby&#8217;s bath.<br />
+The clean, white chips from the pile of wood<br />
+Were glad to warm it and cook his food.<br />
+The cow gave milk in the milk-pail bright,<br />
+And the top-knot Biddy an egg new and white.</p>
+
+<p>Then mamma went on till she came to the orchard, and said to a Red June
+apple tree: &ldquo;Good tree, the pump has given me nice, clear water, and the
+woodpile has given me clean, white chips, and the cow has given me warm,
+rich milk, and the hen has given me a new-laid egg for dear little Ray;
+will you give me a pretty, red apple?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>And the tree was willing.</p>
+
+<p>So mamma took the apple and the egg and the milk and the chips and the
+water to the house, and there was Baby Ray in his nightgown looking out
+of the window.</p>
+
+<p>And she kissed him and bathed him and dressed him, and while she brushed
+and curled his soft, brown hair, she told him the Wake-Up Story that I
+am telling you.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em;">
+The good old pump by the orchard path<br />
+Gave nice, clear water for the baby&#8217;s bath.<br />
+The clean, white chips from the pile of wood<br />
+Were glad to warm it and cook his food.<br />
+The cow gave milk in the milk-pail bright;<br />
+The top-knot Biddy an egg new and white;<br />
+And the tree gave an apple so round and so red,<br />
+For dear little Ray who was just out of bed.</p>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_G_7" id="Footnote_G_7"></a><a href="#FNanchor_G_7"><span class="label">[G]</span></a> Used by permission of <em>The Youth&#8217;s Companion</em>.</p></div>
+
+</div>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class="box">
+
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 368px;">
+<img src="images/img122.png" width="368" height="500" alt="First Stories For Very Little Folk" title="" />
+</div>
+
+</div>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class="box">
+
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</a></span></p>
+<h2>ABOUT SIX LITTLE CHICKENS</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY S. L. ELLIOTT</strong></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img123.png" width="400" height="356" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&ldquo;a little girl came out with some corn-meal in a dish.&rdquo;</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>A Mother Biddy sat on her nest, with what do you think in the nest? Six
+smooth white eggs! After she had sat there quite a long time till she
+was very tired, what do you suppose happened to one of those eggs? There
+was a noise that went &ldquo;snick, snick,&rdquo; and out of the shell stepped
+something like a little fuzzy ball, but with two bright eyes, and two
+bits of feet to walk on. What do you think it was? A little chicken?
+Yes, and Mother Biddy was so glad to see it, and she called it &ldquo;Fluffy.&rdquo;
+And Fluffy said &ldquo;Peep, peep! I have some brothers and sisters in the
+shells; if you call them, I think they will come.&rdquo; So Mother Biddy said
+&ldquo;Cluck, cluck!&rdquo; and something said: &ldquo;Peep, peep!&rdquo; and out came another
+chicken, as black as it could be, so Mother Biddy called it &ldquo;Topsy.&rdquo;
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</a></span>
+&ldquo;Are there any more?&rdquo; said Mother Biddy. &ldquo;Yes. Peep, peep! We&#8217;re coming;
+wait for us,&rdquo; and there came four more little chickens as fast as they
+could run. One was as white as snow, and Mother Biddy called it
+&ldquo;Snowball.&rdquo; The next was yellow and white, and she named it &ldquo;Daisy.&rdquo;
+Then there was a yellow one with a brown ring around its neck, and that
+was called &ldquo;Brownie.&rdquo; And what do you think! one was all black, only it
+had a little white spot on the top of its head that looked like a cap,
+so Mother Biddy called it &ldquo;Spottie.&rdquo; Now they were all out of their
+shells, and they said: &ldquo;Peep, peep! We&#8217;re hungry.&rdquo; So Mother Biddy said:
+&ldquo;Cluck, cluck! Come see my babies,&rdquo; and out of the house, close by, came
+a little girl with some corn-meal in a dish, and my! wasn&#8217;t she glad to
+see the chickens?</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img124.png" width="500" height="141" alt="Fluffy Topsy Snowball Daisy Brownie Spottie" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>After they had eaten all they wanted, they thought they would take a
+walk and see this queer world they had come to live in.</p>
+
+<p>Pretty soon they came to a brook, and they all stood in a row and looked
+in. &ldquo;Let us have a drink,&rdquo; they said, so they put their heads down,
+when&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Peep, peep!&rdquo; said Spottie. &ldquo;I see a little chicken with a spot on its
+head.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;No, no,&rdquo; said Brownie; &ldquo;it has a ring around its neck, and looks like
+me.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Peep, peep!&rdquo; said Daisy. &ldquo;I think it&#8217;s like me, for it is yellow and
+white.&rdquo; And I don&#8217;t know but they would all have tumbled in to see if
+they hadn&#8217;t felt something drop right on the ends of their noses.
+&ldquo;What&#8217;s that?&rdquo; said Fluffy.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Cluck, cluck!&rdquo; said Mother Biddy. &ldquo;Every chicken of you come in, for it
+is going to rain, and you&#8217;ll get your feathers wet.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>So they ran as fast as they could, and in a few minutes the six little
+chickens were all cuddled under Mother Biddy&#8217;s wing, fast asleep.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img124b.png" width="500" height="179" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 426px;">
+<img src="images/img125.png" width="426" height="600" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+<p style="margin-top: -37em;" class="center"><strong>&ldquo;TRADE-LAST&rdquo;</strong><br />
+<span class="sml1">By Lucy Fitch Perkins</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 17em; margin-top: 30.5em; line-height: .9em;">
+&ldquo;My frock is green.&rdquo;<br />
+&ldquo;My frock is blue.&rdquo;<br />
+&ldquo;You look pretty.&rdquo;<br />
+&ldquo;So do you.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</a></span></p>
+<h2>PHILIP&#8217;S HORSE</h2>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 193px;">
+<img src="images/img126.png" width="193" height="257" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">philip in his<br />
+&ldquo;rough-rider&rdquo; suit.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>Little Philip was very fond of horses, and as he was too old to sit on a
+chair or box or trunk and make believe a rocking-horse was pulling it
+along his bedroom floor, his father bought him a horse all spotted brown
+and white, with a beautiful white mane; and Philip loved to get up on
+his back.</p>
+
+<p>In winter he would go out in his sleigh, even when the snow was deep. It
+was jolly fun to be in the sleigh all wrapped up cozy and warm in furry
+robes. He would crack his long whip and make it sound almost as loud as
+a fire-cracker. He used to carry a make-believe pistol when he dressed
+up in his &ldquo;Rough-Rider&rdquo; suit and went horseback-riding. But all the
+neighbors thought it was funny that Philip would always leave the saddle
+on his horse when he went out in his sleigh. But you won&#8217;t think it is
+funny when I tell you a secret&mdash;maybe you have guessed it
+already&mdash;Philip couldn&#8217;t get the saddle off, because, don&#8217;t you see, his
+horse was only a make-believe, hobby-horse.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img126b.png" width="500" height="365" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">philip in his sleigh.</span>
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img127.png" width="500" height="316" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h2>The Kitten That Forgot How to Mew</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>By Stella George Stern</strong></p>
+
+<p>All little girls, and little boys too, like to read stories about
+kittens. Here is a story about a dear little kitten that belonged to a
+dear little girl named Peggy.</p>
+
+<p>Peggy had two brothers, and three cousins&mdash;all boys&mdash;and every boy had a
+little dog. At first the dogs would tease the kitten, but they soon
+learned better. The dogs and the kitten played together. All day long,
+out in the yard, you could hear them going, &ldquo;Bow-wow!&rdquo; and &ldquo;Mew!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img127b.png" width="500" height="228" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</a></span></p>
+<p>But, you see, there was only one little &ldquo;Mew&rdquo; and ever so many
+&ldquo;Bow-wows,&rdquo; and after a while the kitten hardly ever spoke at all.</p>
+
+<p>But one day the kitten wanted to mew, and&mdash;what do you suppose?&mdash;she had
+forgotten how to do it! She tried and tried, and all she could say was
+&ldquo;M-m-m-bow!&rdquo;&mdash;just as much like a dog as a kitten. She was so sad. She
+ran out into the yard and cried.</p>
+
+<p>The Big White Hen passed by and asked what was the matter.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Oh, Big White Hen,&rdquo; sobbed the kitten, &ldquo;I have forgotten how to talk
+kitten-talk. I try and I try, and all I can say is, M-m-m-bow!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Never mind, Kitty Cat,&rdquo; said the Hen; &ldquo;I will teach you to talk. Listen
+to this: M-m-m-cut, cut, cut, cut, cut-ca-<em>da</em>-cut!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;No,&rdquo; said the kitten; &ldquo;that&#8217;s not the way to talk kitten-talk.&rdquo; And she
+cried again.</p>
+
+<p>Then along came the Sheep and asked, &ldquo;What is the matter?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 520px;">
+<img src="images/img128.png" width="520" height="252" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Oh, Sheep,&rdquo; sobbed the kitten, &ldquo;I have forgotten how to talk
+kitten-talk. I try and I try, and all I can say is, M-m-m-bow!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Never mind, Kitty Cat,&rdquo; said the Sheep; &ldquo;I will teach you to talk.
+Listen: M-m-m-baa!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;No,&rdquo; said the kitten, &ldquo;that&#8217;s not the way to talk kitten-talk.&rdquo; And she
+cried again.</p>
+
+<p>Then along came the Horse and asked what was the matter.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Oh, Horse,&rdquo; sobbed the kitten, &ldquo;I have forgotten how to talk
+kitten-talk. I try and I try, and all I can say is, M-m-m-bow!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Never mind, Kitty Cat,&rdquo; said the Horse; &ldquo;I will teach you to talk.
+Listen to this: M-m-m-neigh!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;No,&rdquo; said the kitten; &ldquo;that&#8217;s not the way to talk kitten-talk.&rdquo; And she
+cried again.</p>
+
+<p>Then along came the Cow and asked what was the matter.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Oh, Cow,&rdquo; sobbed the kitten, &ldquo;I have forgotten how to talk kitten-talk.
+I try and I try, as hard as I ever can, and all I can say is,
+M-m-m-bow!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 522px;">
+<img src="images/img129.png" width="522" height="270" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Never mind, Kitty Cat,&rdquo; said the Cow; &ldquo;I will teach you to talk. Listen
+to this: M-m-m-moo!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;No,&rdquo; said the kitten; &ldquo;that is more like it, but that&#8217;s not the way to
+talk kitten-talk.&rdquo; And she cried again.</p>
+
+<p>The New Baby was sitting in her high chair at the kitchen door.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Baby dear,&rdquo; sighed the kitten, &ldquo;I am in trouble. I have forgotten how
+to talk kitten-talk. I try and I try, and all I can say is, M-m-m-bow!
+Can&#8217;t you teach me?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>The Baby nodded her head and began, &ldquo;M-m-m-google-google-goo!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;No,&rdquo; said the kitten; &ldquo;that&#8217;s not the way to talk kitten-talk.&rdquo; And she
+sat on the kitchen step and cried again.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;What is the matter?&rdquo; asked a soft voice behind her.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Oh!&rdquo; sobbed the kitten, without looking up, &ldquo;I have forgotten how to
+talk kitten-talk. I try and I try, and nothing can help me. All I can
+say is, M-m-m-bow!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Look at me,&rdquo; said the soft voice.</p>
+
+<p>The little kitten looked. And there stood a beautiful big gray cat!</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I can teach you to talk,&rdquo; said the Cat. And she did. She taught her so
+well that the little kitten never again forgot how to mew, though she
+played out on the soft, green grass with the dogs every day.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 426px;">
+<img src="images/img129b.png" width="426" height="199" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 431px;">
+<img src="images/img130.png" width="431" height="600" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 426px;">
+<img src="images/img131.png" width="426" height="600" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 424px;">
+<img src="images/img132.png" width="424" height="600" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 430px;">
+<img src="images/img133.png" width="430" height="600" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 423px;">
+<img src="images/img134.png" width="423" height="600" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="center" style="margin-top: -37em;"><strong>FLEDGLINGS</strong><br />
+<span class="sml1">By Lucy Fitch Perkins</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 30.5em; margin-left: 13em; line-height: .9em;">
+I saw a stork on a chimney high,<br />
+And called to him as I passed by,<br />
+&ldquo;O stork! what&#8217;ll you bring,<br />
+Tucked away carefully under your wing?<br />
+A baby sister and a brother,<br />
+One for me, and one for mother.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</a></span></p>
+<h2>&ldquo;TIME TO GET UP!&rdquo;</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY ELLEN FOSTER</strong></p>
+
+<p>Little Elinor Gray lived in a big city, but her grandmother lived in a
+big house in the country. Elinor and her Nurse Norah were going to visit
+her, and had to take a long ride in the railway-train, and another ride
+in a carriage that Grandmother sent to meet them, so it was almost dark
+when they drove up to the door.</p>
+
+<p>Elinor&#8217;s grandmother had two beautiful dogs&mdash;&ldquo;Bruno,&rdquo; a big collie, and
+&ldquo;Bounder,&rdquo; a little fox-terrier. And when they saw the little girl jump
+out of the carriage, they barked and barked because they were so glad to
+see her. And they said to themselves (I <em>think</em> they said to
+themselves): &ldquo;We will let her have a good sleep to-night, for she must
+be very tired and it is nearly dark. But to-morrow, bright and early, we
+will ask her to come for a romp with us in the garden, and show her how
+much nicer it is to live in the country than in the city, where little
+girls have to walk so quietly along the streets, and dogs have to be led
+along the sidewalk, and cannot frolic on the soft green grass.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Elinor was very sleepy after her long ride in the train, and so, after
+she had had her supper, her grandmother told her she might go to bed
+early and get a good sleep, and that Nurse Norah would call her at seven
+o&#8217;clock in the morning.</p>
+
+<p>But what do you think happened? Why, Bruno and Bounder somehow got into
+the house <em>before</em> seven o&#8217;clock that morning, and came leaping up the
+stairs, and went straight to Elinor&#8217;s door. Elinor was a very sound
+sleeper, and did not hear them at first, and did not wake up. But soon
+Bounder began to scratch at the door with his little, sharp claws and to
+make queer little whine-y sounds; and Bruno&#8217;s bushy tail went &ldquo;Rap! rap!
+rap!&rdquo; on the door, too. Then Elinor woke up, and listened a moment, and
+then she said: &ldquo;Oh, <em>I</em> know what it is! It&#8217;s those darling dogs!&rdquo; And
+she jumped out of bed and opened the door, and there, sure enough, was
+Bounder, dashing right into the room, barking, &ldquo;Good morning! good
+morning!&rdquo; and big Bruno, looking at Elinor as if saying, &ldquo;Good morning!
+didn&#8217;t you hear us? It&#8217;s time to get up!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Elinor said: &ldquo;Oh, you beauties! Yes, I know! And I&#8217;ll get dressed right
+away!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>But what do you think happened <em>then</em>! Why, Bruno and Bounder didn&#8217;t
+give her time even to call Nurse Norah and get dressed. You see, Bruno
+and Bounder did not often have so nice a little visitor, and they were
+ready to begin play that very minute. Bounder was jumping up and down
+and all over the room, and at last he spied Elinor&#8217;s slippers on the
+floor and caught up one of them between his sharp little teeth and ran
+round and round the room with it. But Bruno chased Bounder all round the
+room trying to make him drop the slipper, while Elinor stood still and
+laughed and laughed and laughed!</p>
+
+<p>But just then Nurse Norah came rushing in from the next room, asking
+what <em>was</em> the matter and in a minute, the naughty Bounder was made to
+give up Elinor&#8217;s slipper, and Bruno chased him all the way out of the
+house.</p>
+
+<p>And just as soon as Elinor had had her breakfast, she ran out and had a
+fine romp with Bruno and Bounder in Grandmother&#8217;s garden.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 364px;">
+<img src="images/img136.png" width="364" height="500" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&ldquo;time to get up!&rdquo;</span>
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 574px;">
+<img src="images/img137.png" width="574" height="337" alt="Maggies very own secret" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="center" style="margin-top: -10.5em;">(<em>For Very Little Folk</em>)</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13.5em; margin-right: 10em;">and Mrs. Squeaky were two little, gray mice. They lived away back in
+the corner of a great, big, empty box in the cellar.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em; margin-right: 10em;">One morning Mr. Squeaky went up the cellar stairs on tiptoes, to hunt
+for some bread and cheese in the kitchen.</p>
+
+<p>All at once he heard some one talking, and he hid behind the broom and
+was as still as he could be.</p>
+
+<p>It was the little boy Johnnie, who lived up-stairs. He had a big hammer
+and a saw in his hand, and he was talking to his little sister.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I think that big, empty box down cellar would make a fine dolls&#8217; house,
+Maggie. I can fix a little porch on it, and make an up-stairs and a
+down-stairs,&rdquo; the little boy said.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Oh, Johnnie, that will be lovely,&rdquo; his little sister said. &ldquo;I&#8217;ll do
+something for you sometime. Maybe&mdash;maybe&mdash;I&#8217;ll draw a whole slate full
+of el&#8217;phants, for you to look at!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Then they started down the cellar steps.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Squeaky was so frightened that he almost tumbled down the stairs.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Oh, my dear,&rdquo; he whispered, &ldquo;they are going to break up our house with
+a big hammer and a saw, and make a dolls&#8217; house out of it! Let&#8217;s run as
+fast as we can!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Poor little Mrs. Squeaky began to cry.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Where shall we go?&rdquo; she whispered. &ldquo;Oh, I am so afraid, and there are
+always those dreadful traps around to catch us!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img137b.png" width="500" height="156" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</a></span></p>
+<p>But they ran as fast as they could to the darkest corner. Mrs. Squeaky&#8217;s
+sharp little eyes saw a hole, and she ran into it, and Mr. Squeaky
+squeezed in after her.</p>
+
+<p>Now where do you think they found themselves? Right inside of an old
+shoe! The hole that they came through was just a hole in the shoe and
+made a nice little door. And there was another hole a little higher up
+that made a nice little window to peep out of.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Why, this is the dearest little house, so cozy and warm,&rdquo; Mrs. Squeaky
+said. &ldquo;Nobody will ever find us in here, I know.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 241px;">
+<img src="images/img138.png" width="241" height="138" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>After they lived there a while, a whole family of little pink baby mice
+came to live with them. The papa mouse and the mama mouse were so proud
+and so glad, they got little bits of cotton and soft paper and rags, and
+made the nicest little beds you ever saw.</p>
+
+<p>The little pink baby mice could only say, &ldquo;Squeak! Squeak!&rdquo; and cuddle
+up under the warm covers, but Mr. and Mrs. Squeaky laughed, and thought
+they were the smartest babies in the whole world.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Why, I feel like &lsquo;The Old Woman Who Lived in the Shoe and had so many
+children she didn&#8217;t know what to do,&rsquo;&rdquo; Mrs. Squeaky said one day. She
+was sitting by the little window rocking the baby mouse and taking a
+little rest.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Squeaky had gone out to hunt for some supper, and the four other
+little mice were peeping out of the little hole in the toe of their shoe
+house, for Papa to come home.</p>
+
+<p>All at once, Maggie, the little girl who lived up-stairs, ran into the
+dark corner to hide from Johnnie, just for fun. And what do you think
+she saw?</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img138b.png" width="400" height="316" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>The four little mice peeping out of the door, and the poor, frightened
+mama mouse and the little baby at the window.</p>
+
+<p>Maggie stopped just a minute to whisper gently to little, gray Mrs.
+Squeaky, &ldquo;Don&#8217;t be frightened, &lsquo;Little Old Woman Who Lives in the Shoe.&rsquo;
+I&#8217;ll never, never tell anybody where you live. No, I won&#8217;t even tell
+Johnnie or my kitty. They might try to catch you. It shall be my <span class="smcap">very
+own secret</span>&mdash;and yours!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>So nobody but little Maggie ever knew about Mr. and Mrs. Squeaky, and
+their little pink babies in the old shoe&mdash;until long afterward, when she
+told me the story, as I have told it to you.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img139.png" width="500" height="175" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&ldquo;&lsquo;trot as fast as you can to market and get me a pail of
+milk.&rsquo;&rdquo;</span>
+</div>
+
+<h2>THE GOOD LITTLE PIGGIE AND HIS FRIENDS</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY L. WALDO LOCKLING</strong></p>
+
+<p>Once there was a little piggie, a very good little piggie, who obeyed
+his mother so well that often she let him out of the pen to play with
+his friends on the farm. One afternoon this little piggie was playing
+with them, when suddenly he heard his mother calling &ldquo;Piggie, wiggie,
+wiggie, wiggie, wiggie!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Piggie, dear,&rdquo; she said, as he ran to her, &ldquo;take this and trot as fast
+as you can to market and get me a pail of milk for Father&#8217;s supper
+to-night.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img139b.png" width="500" height="241" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&ldquo;&lsquo;where are you off to, piggie?&rsquo; said bossie calf.&rdquo;</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>So Piggie took the pail between his teeth, and off he went to do what
+his mother told him. Now, you must remember that this little piggie was
+such a dear, good little piggie, that he had a great many friends among
+the other animals. <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</a></span>So he had not gone far when who should spy him but
+his friend Bossie Calf. &ldquo;Hello, there!&rdquo; said the calf. &ldquo;Where are you
+off to, Piggie?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I&#8217;m going to market to bring my mother a pail of milk for Father&#8217;s
+supper to-night,&rdquo; squealed Piggie.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Are you? I believe I&#8217;ll go, too. I am so fond of milk.&rdquo; And the calf
+leaped over his master&#8217;s fence, and away he went scampering after
+Piggie.</p>
+
+<p>By and by, who should come along but Piggie&#8217;s friend Billie Goat. &ldquo;Mercy
+on us!&rdquo; baa-ed Billie. &ldquo;Where are you going in such a hurry, Bossie?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Going with Piggie,&rdquo; said the calf.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Where are you going, Piggie?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Going to market to bring my mother a pail of milk for Father&#8217;s supper
+to-night,&rdquo; squealed Piggie, in a great hurry.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Are you? I believe I&#8217;ll go, too. I am so fond of milk.&rdquo; So Billie Goat
+ran out of the barn-yard and hurried after the calf.</p>
+
+<p>Just as they were passing the house, who should spy them but Rover the
+dog.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Where are you going, Billie,&rdquo; barked Rover, running out to the gate as
+he saw them rushing along. &ldquo;Going with Bossie,&rdquo; said the goat.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img140.png" width="400" height="338" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Where are you going, Bossie?&rdquo; &ldquo;Going with Piggie.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Where are you going, Piggie?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I am going to market to bring Mother a pail of milk for Father&#8217;s supper
+to-night,&rdquo; squealed Piggie, in a great hurry.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Are you? I believe I&#8217;ll go, too. I am so fond of milk.&rdquo; So Rover
+hurried along up the road after the goat.</p>
+
+<p>Just as they turned into the road, who should come jumping along but
+Tabby the cat.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Well, well!&rdquo; he meowed. &ldquo;When did the circus come to town, Rover?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;This is not a circus parade,&rdquo; said the dog, the goat, the calf, and
+Piggie all at once, as they ran on.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Then, where are you going, Rover?&rdquo; again meowed Tabby.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Going with Billie,&rdquo; barked Rover.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img141.png" width="500" height="251" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&ldquo;&lsquo;my, that&#8217;s good!&rsquo;&rdquo;</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Where are you going, Billie?&rdquo; &ldquo;Going with Bossie.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Where are you going, Bossie?&rdquo; &ldquo;Going with Piggie.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Where are you going, Piggie?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I am going to market to get my mother a pail of milk for Father&#8217;s
+supper to-night,&rdquo; squealed Piggie in a great hurry.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Are you? I believe I&#8217;ll go along. I am so fond of milk.&rdquo; So Tabby raced
+along after Rover.</p>
+
+<p>When they got to the market, Piggie told his friends to wait outside
+while he hurried in and got the milk for his father&#8217;s supper. It did not
+take him long, and he soon came trotting out because he was to hurry
+back home.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Give me a sup for politeness&#8217; sake,&rdquo; meowed Tabby the cat, as she stuck
+her head in the pail. &ldquo;My, that&#8217;s good!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Pass it to me, Tabby,&rdquo; barked Rover the dog, &ldquo;for politeness&#8217; sake. My,
+that&#8217;s good!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Give me a sup for politeness&#8217; sake,&rdquo; said Billie Goat. &ldquo;My, that&#8217;s
+good.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Do not forget me, Billie, for politeness&#8217; sake,&rdquo; said Bossie the calf.
+&ldquo;My, that&#8217;s good!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 295px;">
+<img src="images/img141b.png" width="295" height="148" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&ldquo;away he trotted with an empty pail.&rdquo;</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Oh, dear, oh, dear!&rdquo; squealed Piggie, when he saw what had happened.
+&ldquo;What shall I do?&rdquo; And away he trotted all by himself with an empty
+pail, to tell his mother that he did really and truly get the milk, but
+that his friends had &ldquo;supped&rdquo; it all up!</p>
+
+<p>But just then the farmer came with a great, <em>big</em> pail of milk and gave
+it all to them, so that the good little piggie and his father and mother
+had a fine supper, and much more milk than Piggie could have brought.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 425px;">
+<img src="images/img142.png" width="425" height="600" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="center" style="margin-top: -37em;"><strong>BABY&#8217;S PARADISE</strong><br />
+<span class="sml1">By Lucy Fitch Perkins</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em; margin-top: 30.5em; line-height: .9em;">
+Over the hills and far away,<br />
+  There&#8217;s a beautiful, wonderful place,<br />
+Where happy babies in gardens play,<br />
+  With mothers dressed all in lace,&mdash;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em; line-height: .9em;">
+Dressed all in lace and in silken gown,<br />
+  With flowers in their hair,&mdash;<br />
+Where trees with blossoms are laden down,<br />
+  And perfumes fill the air.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 378px;">
+<img src="images/img143.png" width="378" height="600" alt="Disobedience" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 322px;">
+<img src="images/img144.png" width="322" height="500" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&ldquo;who speaks first?&rdquo;</span><br />
+<span class="sml1">from an engraving of the painting by arthur j. elsley.</span>
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 544px;">
+<img src="images/img145.png" width="544" height="799" alt="for a little girl of three" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 6em; margin-top: -37em; line-height: .95em;">
+      <span style="margin-left: 3em;"><em>Moo, moo!</em></span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">What can I do</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">For my little girl of three?</span><br />
+I will eat the sweet grass,<br />
+I will give her a glass<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of my milk for her tea;</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Moo, moo! that &#8217;s what I&#8217;ll do</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">For my dear little maiden of three.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 20em; margin-top: 1.5em; line-height: .95em;">
+      <span style="margin-left: 3em;"><em>Mew, mew!</em></span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">What can I do</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">For my little girl of three?</span><br />
+I will catch all the mice,<br />
+And they shall not come twice<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To the cake, you&#8217;ll see;</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Mew, mew! that&#8217;s what I&#8217;ll do</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">For my sweet little maiden of three.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 6em; margin-top: 1.5em; line-height: .95em;">
+      <span style="margin-left: 3em;"><em>Bow-wow!</em></span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">I will go now</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">With my little girl of three;</span><br />
+I will make a great noise;<br />
+I will frighten the boys,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">For they all fear me;</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Bow-wow! that is just how</span><br />
+I&#8217;ll guard my sweet maiden of three.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 20em; margin-top: 2em; line-height: .95em;">
+      <span style="margin-left: 3em;"><em>Neigh, neigh!</em></span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Out of the way</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">For my little girl of three!</span><br />
+I will give her a ride,<br />
+We will canter and glide<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">O&#8217;er the meadowy lea;</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Neigh, neigh! that&#8217;s just the way</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">I&#8217;ll help my sweet maiden of three.</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</a></span></p>
+<h2>A FUNNY FAMILY</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 363px;">
+<img src="images/img146.png" width="363" height="500" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</a></span></p>
+<h2>LITTLE BY LITTLE.</h2>
+
+<p>When Charley awoke one morning, he looked from the window, and saw the
+ground deeply covered with snow.</p>
+
+<p>On the side of the house nearest the kitchen, the snow was piled higher
+than Charley&#8217;s head.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;We must have a path through this snow,&rdquo; said his father. &ldquo;I would make
+one if I had time. But I must be at the office early this morning.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Do you think you could make the path, my son?&rdquo; he asked little Charley.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I? Why, the snow is higher than my head! How could I ever cut a path
+through that snow?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;How? Why, by doing it <em>little</em> by <em>little</em>. Suppose you try,&rdquo; said the
+father, as he left for his office.</p>
+
+<p>So Charley got the snowshovel and set to work. He threw up first one
+shovelful, and then another; but it was slow work.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I don&#8217;t think I can do it, mother,&rdquo; he said. &ldquo;A shovelful is so little,
+and there is such a heap of snow.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Little by little, Charley,&rdquo; said his mother. &ldquo;That snow fell in tiny
+bits, flake by flake, but you see what a great pile it has made.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, mother, I see,&rdquo; said Charley. &ldquo;If I throw it away little by
+little, it will soon be gone.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>So he worked on.</p>
+
+<p>When his father came home to dinner, he was pleased to see the fine
+path. The next day he gave little Charley a fine blue sled, and on it
+was painted in yellow letters, &ldquo;Little by Little.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img147.png" width="500" height="256" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&ldquo;safety first&rdquo;</span>
+</div>
+
+</div>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class="box">
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img148.png" width="500" height="116" alt="Little stories that grow big" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">To Mother:</span></p>
+
+<p>This is the kind of stories that the kindergartners call &ldquo;cumulative,&rdquo;
+or &ldquo;repetitive.&rdquo; They keep repeating and then adding to themselves until
+they are quite long. The repetition helps the children memorize them,
+and adding to them holds the children&#8217;s attention and interest.</p>
+
+<p>You will find these very useful to read and teach to the little ones.</p>
+
+<p>
+<span class="smcap" style="margin-left: 30em;">The Editors.</span></p>
+
+</div>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class="box">
+
+<a name="JACKBUILT" id="JACKBUILT"></a>
+<h2>THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+This is the house that Jack built.<br />
+This is the malt<br />
+That lay in the house that Jack built.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+This is the rat,<br />
+That ate the malt,<br />
+That lay in the house that Jack built.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+This is the cat,<br />
+That killed the rat,<br />
+That ate the malt,<br />
+That lay in the house that Jack built.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+This is the dog,<br />
+That worried the cat,<br />
+That killed the rat,<br />
+That ate the malt,<br />
+That lay in the house that Jack built.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+This is the cow with crumpled horn,<br />
+That tossed the dog,<br />
+That worried the cat,<br />
+That killed the rat,<br />
+That ate the malt,<br />
+That lay in the house that Jack built.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+This is the maiden all forlorn,<br />
+That milked the cow with crumpled horn,<br />
+That tossed the dog,<br />
+That worried the cat,<br />
+That killed the rat,<br />
+That ate the malt,<br />
+That lay in the house that Jack built.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+This is the man all tattered and torn,<br />
+That kissed the maiden all forlorn,<br />
+That milked the cow with crumpled horn,<br />
+That tossed the dog,<br />
+That worried the cat,<br />
+That killed the rat,<br />
+That ate the malt,<br />
+That lay in the house that Jack built.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+This is the priest all shaven and shorn,<br />
+That married the man all tattered and torn,<br />
+That kissed the maiden all forlorn,<br />
+That milked the cow with crumpled horn,<br />
+That tossed the dog,<br />
+That worried the cat,<br />
+That killed the rat,<br />
+That ate the malt,<br />
+That lay in the house that Jack built.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+This is the cock that crowed in the morn,<br />
+That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,<br />
+That married the man all tattered and torn,<br />
+That kissed the maiden all forlorn,<br />
+That milked the cow with crumpled horn,<br />
+That tossed the dog,<br />
+That worried the cat,<br />
+That killed the rat,<br />
+That ate the malt,<br />
+That lay in the house that Jack built.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+This is the farmer sowing his corn,<br />
+That kept the cock that crowed in the morn,<br />
+That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,<br />
+That married the man all tattered and torn,<br />
+That kissed the maiden all forlorn,<br />
+That milked the cow with crumpled horn,<br />
+That tossed the dog,<br />
+That worried the cat,<br />
+That killed the rat,<br />
+That ate the malt,<br />
+That lay in the house that Jack built.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 501px;">
+<img src="images/img149.png" width="501" height="700" alt="Giant thunder bones" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+<p style="margin-left: 25em; margin-top: -32em;">
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">I</span><br />
+
+This is Giant<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thunder Bones.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 21em;">
+<span style="margin-left: 6em;">II</span><br />
+
+This is the Dwarf with anxious looks<br />
+Who guarded the castle and kept the books<br />
+For Giant Thunder Bones.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em; margin-top: 12em; line-height: .95em;">
+<span style="margin-left: 7em;">III</span><br />
+
+This is the Gnome with beard so gray<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who digged for gems all night and day</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">To please the Dwarf with anxious looks</span><br />
+      <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Who guarded the castle and kept the books</span><br />
+        <span style="margin-left: 4em;">For Giant Thunder Bones.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 6em;">&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 556px;">
+<img src="images/img150.png" width="556" height="694" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em; margin-top: -42em;">
+IV</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 4em; margin-top: 5em;">
+is the Princess of Wandeltreg<br />
+Who, while playing a game of Mumblepeg,<br />
+Was caught by the Gnome with beard so gray<br />
+Who digged for gems all night and day</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 4em; margin-top: 27em;">
+To please the Dwarf with anxious looks<br />
+Who guarded the castle and kept the books<br />
+For Giant Thunder Bones.</p>
+
+
+<p style="margin-left: 28em; margin-top: -42em;">
+V</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 26.5em; margin-top: 1.5em; line-height: .95em;">
+HIS is the Prince so brave and<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;">so grand</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who sailed over sea and</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;">rode over land</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 23em; margin-top: 34em;">
+Till he found the Princess of Wandeltreg<br />
+Who, while playing a game of Mumblepeg,<br />
+Was caught by the Gnome with beard so gray<br />
+Who digged for gems all night and day<br />
+To please the Dwarf with anxious looks<br />
+Who guarded the castle and kept the books<br />
+For Giant Thunder Bones.</p>
+
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 304px; margin-left: 2em;">
+<img src="images/img151a.png" width="304" height="135" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 7em;  margin-top: -9em;">
+VI</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 238px;">
+<img src="images/img151b.png" width="238" height="294" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12.5em; margin-top: 2.75em;">
+is the Goblin<br />
+  with fingers so frail<br />
+<span style="margin-left: -2em;">Who hopped with ease</span><br />
+ <span style="margin-left: -2em;">over mountain and dale</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: -8em;">As he chased the Prince so brave and so grand</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: -8em;">Who sailed over sea and rode over land</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: -8em;">Till he found the Princess of Wandeltreg</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: -8em;">Who, while playing a game of Mumblepeg,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: -8em;">Was caught by the Gnome with beard so gray</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: -8em;">Who digged for gems all night and day</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: -8em;">To please the Dwarf with anxious looks</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: -8em;">Who guarded the castle and kept the books</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: -8em;">For Giant Thunder Bones.</span></p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p><p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 246px;">
+<img src="images/img151c.png" width="246" height="394" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 8em;">VII</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 81px; margin-left: -2em; margin-top: -.5em;">
+<img src="images/img151c1.png" width="81" height="43" alt="This" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 337px;">
+<img src="images/img151d.png" width="337" height="293" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>
+is the Witch with Broomstick and Cat<br />
+Who sputtered and snarled and<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 4em;">shook her tall hat</span><br />
+When she missed the Goblin with fingers so frail<br />
+Who hopped with ease over mountain and dale<br />
+As he chased the Prince so brave and so grand<br />
+Who sailed over sea and rode over land<br />
+Till he found the Princess of Wandeltreg<br />
+Who, while playing a game of Mumblepeg,<br />
+Was caught by the Gnome with beard so gray<br />
+Who digged for gems all night and day<br />
+To please the Dwarf with anxious looks<br />
+Who guarded the castle and kept the books<br />
+For Giant Thunder Bones.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 2em;">&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 176px; margin-left: 1em;">
+<img src="images/img152.png" width="176" height="74" alt="And" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 8.5em; margin-top: -4.5em;">
+<span style="margin-left: 7em;">VIII</span><br />
+last comes the Kobold who slept while &#8217;twas light<br />
+And did all the housework in the dead of the night<br />
+To worry the Witch with Broomstick and Cat<br />
+<span style="margin-left: -6em;">Who sputtered and snarled and shook her tall hat</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: -6em;">When she missed the Goblin with fingers so frail</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: -6em;">Who hopped with ease over mountain and dale</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px; margin-left: 13em;">
+<img src="images/img152b.png" width="400" height="342" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 6em; margin-top: -4em;">
+As he chased the Prince so brave and so grand<br />
+Who sailed over sea and rode over land<br />
+Till he found the Princess of Wandeltreg<br />
+Who, while playing a game of Mumblepeg,<br />
+Was caught by the Gnome with beard so gray<br />
+Who digged for gems all night and day<br />
+To please the Dwarf with anxious looks<br />
+Who guarded the castle and kept the books<br />
+For Giant Thunder Bones.<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15em;"><em>Stella Doughty.</em></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img152c.png" width="500" height="260" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</a></span></p>
+<h2>THE HOUSE THAT JILL BUILT</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY CAROLYN WELLS</strong></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 358px;">
+<img src="images/img153a.png" width="358" height="115" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+<p class="center">This is the <em>House</em> that Jill built.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 127px; margin-left: 5em;">
+<img src="images/img153b.png" width="127" height="183" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em; margin-top: 5em;">
+This is the <em>Doll</em> that lived in the House that Jill built.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 113px; margin-right: 5em; margin-top: 3em;">
+<img src="images/img153c.png" width="113" height="67" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 4em;">
+This is the <em>Cake</em> that fed the Doll that lived in the House that Jill
+built.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 178px; margin-left: 5em;">
+<img src="images/img153d.png" width="178" height="125" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 4em; margin-right: 5em;">
+This is the <em>Oven</em> that baked the Cake that fed the Doll that lived in
+the House that Jill built.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 162px; margin-right: 5em; margin-top: 2em;">
+<img src="images/img153e.png" width="162" height="103" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 5em; margin-left: 5em;">
+This is the <em>Wood</em> that heated the Oven that baked the Cake that fed the
+Doll that lived in the House that Jill built.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 190px;">
+<img src="images/img153f.png" width="190" height="143" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 5em; margin-left: 5em;">
+This is the <em>Tree</em> of a dusky shade that gave the Wood that heated the
+Oven that baked the Cake that fed the Doll that lived in the House that
+Jill built.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 164px; margin-top: 4em;">
+<img src="images/img153g.png" width="164" height="62" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 5em; margin-right: 5em;">
+This is the <em>Ax</em> with a shining blade that chopped the Tree of a dusky
+shade that gave the Wood that heated the Oven that baked the Cake that
+fed the Doll that lived in the House that Jill built.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 196px;">
+<img src="images/img153h.png" width="196" height="247" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 6em; margin-left: 5em;">
+This is the <em>Woodman</em> sober and staid who slung the Ax with a shining
+blade that chopped the Tree of a dusky shade that gave the Wood that
+heated the Oven that baked the Cake that fed the Doll that lived in the
+House that Jill built.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img154.png" width="500" height="265" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 5em; margin-right: 20em;">
+This is the <em>Horse</em> that pranced and neighed when he saw the Woodman
+sober and staid who slung the Ax with a shining blade that chopped the
+Tree of a dusky shade that gave the Wood that heated the Oven that baked
+the Cake that fed the Doll that lived in the House that Jill built.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 23em; margin-right: 5em;  margin-top: -10em;">
+This is the <em>Knight</em> with the red cockade who rode on the Horse that
+pranced and neighed when he saw the Woodman sober and staid who slung
+the Ax with a shining blade that chopped the Tree of a dusky shade that
+gave the Wood that heated the Oven that baked the Cake that fed the Doll
+that lived in the House that Jill built.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 404px;">
+<img src="images/img154c.png" width="404" height="312" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>This is the <em>Lady</em> in gay brocade who followed the Knight with the red
+cockade who rode on the Horse that pranced and neighed when he saw the
+Woodman sober and staid who slung the Ax with a shining blade that
+chopped the Tree of a dusky shade that gave the Wood that heated the
+Oven that baked the Cake that fed the Doll that lived in the House that
+Jill built.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 509px;">
+<img src="images/img155.png" width="509" height="285" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>This is the <em>Glittering Cavalcade</em> that rode after the Lady in gay
+brocade who followed the Knight with the red cockade who rode on the
+Horse that pranced and neighed when he saw the Woodman sober and staid
+who slung the ax with a shining blade that chopped the Tree of a dusky
+shade that gave the Wood that heated the Oven that baked the Cake that
+fed the Doll that lived in the House that Jill built.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 246px;">
+<img src="images/img155b.png" width="246" height="225" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 5em;">
+This is the <em>Donkey</em> who loudly brayed at sight of the Glittering
+Cavalcade that rode after the Lady in gay brocade who followed the
+Knight with the red cockade who rode on the Horse that pranced and
+neighed when he saw the Woodman sober and staid who slung the Ax with a
+shining blade that chopped the Tree of a dusky shade that gave the Wood
+that heated the Oven that baked the Cake that fed the Doll that lived in
+the House that Jill built.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 200px;">
+<img src="images/img155c.png" width="200" height="273" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 5em;">
+This is the <em>King</em> who was much dismayed to hear the Donkey who loudly
+brayed at sight of the Glittering Cavalcade that rode after the Lady in
+gay brocade who followed the Knight with the red cockade who rode on the
+Horse that pranced and neighed when he saw the Woodman sober and staid
+who slung the Ax with a shining blade that chopped the Tree of a dusky
+shade that gave the Wood that heated the Oven that baked the Cake that
+fed the Doll that lived in the House that Jill built.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img156.png" width="500" height="322" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h2>THE OLD WOMAN AND HER PIG<a name="FNanchor_H_8" id="FNanchor_H_8"></a><a href="#Footnote_H_8" class="fnanchor">[H]</a></h2>
+
+<p>An old woman was sweeping her house, and she found a little crooked
+sixpence. &ldquo;What,&rdquo; said she, &ldquo;shall I do with this little sixpence? I
+will go to market, and buy a little pig.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>As she was coming home, she came to a stile, but the piggy wouldn&#8217;t go
+over the stile.</p>
+
+<p>She went a little further, and she met a dog. So she said to him: &ldquo;Dog!
+dog! bite pig, piggy won&#8217;t go over the stile; and I shan&#8217;t get home
+to-night.&rdquo; But the dog wouldn&#8217;t.</p>
+
+<p>She went a little further, and she met a stick. So she said: &ldquo;Stick!
+stick! beat dog! dog won&#8217;t bite pig; piggy won&#8217;t get over the stile; and
+I shan&#8217;t get home to-night.&rdquo; But the stick wouldn&#8217;t.</p>
+
+<p>She went a little further, and she met a fire. So she said: &ldquo;Fire! fire!
+burn stick, stick won&#8217;t beat dog; dog won&#8217;t bite pig; piggy won&#8217;t get
+over the stile; and I shan&#8217;t get home to-night.&rdquo; But the fire wouldn&#8217;t.</p>
+
+<p>She went a little further, and she met some water. So she said: &ldquo;Water!
+water! quench fire; fire won&#8217;t burn stick; stick won&#8217;t beat dog; dog
+won&#8217;t bite pig; piggy won&#8217;t get over the stile, and I shan&#8217;t get home
+to-night.&rdquo; But the water wouldn&#8217;t.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</a></span></p>
+<p>She went a little further, and she met an ox. So she said: &ldquo;Ox! ox!
+drink water; water won&#8217;t quench fire; fire won&#8217;t burn stick; stick won&#8217;t
+beat dog; dog won&#8217;t bite pig; piggy won&#8217;t get over the stile; and I
+shan&#8217;t get home to-night.&rdquo; But the ox wouldn&#8217;t.</p>
+
+<p>So she went a little further, and she met a butcher. So she said:
+&ldquo;Butcher! butcher! kill ox; ox won&#8217;t drink water; water won&#8217;t quench
+fire; fire won&#8217;t burn stick, stick won&#8217;t beat dog, dog won&#8217;t bite pig;
+piggy won&#8217;t get over the stile; and I shan&#8217;t get home to-night.&rdquo; But the
+butcher wouldn&#8217;t.</p>
+
+<p>She went a little further, and she met a rope. So she said: &ldquo;Rope! rope!
+hang butcher; butcher won&#8217;t kill ox; ox won&#8217;t drink water; water won&#8217;t
+quench fire; fire won&#8217;t burn stick; stick won&#8217;t beat dog; dog won&#8217;t bite
+pig; piggy won&#8217;t get over the stile, and I shan&#8217;t get home to-night!&rdquo;
+But the rope wouldn&#8217;t.</p>
+
+<p>She went a little further, and she met a rat. So she said: &ldquo;Rat! rat!
+gnaw rope; rope won&#8217;t hang butcher; butcher won&#8217;t kill ox; ox won&#8217;t
+drink water; water won&#8217;t quench fire; fire won&#8217;t burn stick; stick won&#8217;t
+beat dog; dog won&#8217;t bite pig; piggy won&#8217;t get over the stile; and I
+shan&#8217;t get home to-night.&rdquo; But the rat wouldn&#8217;t.</p>
+
+<p>She went a little further, and she met a cat. So she said: &ldquo;Cat! cat!
+kill rat; rat won&#8217;t gnaw rope; rope won&#8217;t hang butcher; butcher won&#8217;t
+kill ox; ox won&#8217;t drink water; water won&#8217;t quench fire; fire won&#8217;t burn
+stick, stick won&#8217;t beat dog; dog won&#8217;t bite pig; piggy won&#8217;t get over
+the stile; and I shan&#8217;t get home to-night.&rdquo; But the cat said to her: &ldquo;If
+you will go to yonder cow, and fetch me a saucer of milk, I will kill
+the rat.&rdquo; So away went the old woman to the cow.</p>
+
+<p>But the cow said to her: &ldquo;If you will go to yonder hay-stack, and fetch
+me a handful of hay, I&#8217;ll give you the milk.&rdquo; So away went the old woman
+to the hay-stack; and she brought the hay to the cow.</p>
+
+<p>As soon as the cow had eaten the hay she gave the old woman the milk;
+and away she went with it in a saucer to the cat.</p>
+
+<p>As soon as the cat had lapped up the milk, the cat began to kill the
+rat; the rat began to gnaw the rope; the rope began to hang the butcher;
+the butcher began to kill the ox; the ox began to drink the water; the
+water began to quench the fire; the fire began to burn the stick; the
+stick began to beat the dog; the dog began to bite the pig, the little
+pig in a fright jumped over the stile; and so the old woman got home
+that night.</p>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_H_8" id="Footnote_H_8"></a><a href="#FNanchor_H_8"><span class="label">[H]</span></a>
+From &ldquo;English Fairy Tales,&rdquo; collected by Joseph Jacobs;
+used by permission of the publishers, G. P. Putnam&#8217;s Sons.</p></div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[Pg 121]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>THE LAMBIKIN<a name="FNanchor_I_9" id="FNanchor_I_9"></a><a href="#Footnote_I_9" class="fnanchor">[I]</a></h2>
+
+<p>Once upon a time there was a wee, wee Lambikin, who frolicked about on
+his little tottery legs, and enjoyed himself amazingly. Now one day he
+set off to visit his Granny, and was jumping with joy to think of all
+the good things he should get from her, when whom should he meet but a
+Jackal, who looked at the tender young morsel and said: &ldquo;Lambikin!
+Lambikin! I&#8217;LL <span class="smcap">eat</span> YOU!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>But Lambikin only gave a little frisk, and said:</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em;">
+<span style="margin-left: -.5em;">&ldquo;To Granny&#8217;s house I go,</span><br />
+ Where I shall fatter grow,<br />
+ Then you can eat me so.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>The Jackal thought this reasonable, and let Lambikin pass.</p>
+
+<p>By and by he met a Vulture, and the Vulture, looking hungrily at the
+tender morsel before him, said: &ldquo;Lambikin! Lambikin! I&#8217;LL <span class="smcap">eat</span> YOU!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>But the Lambikin only gave a little frisk, and said:</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em;">
+<span style="margin-left: -.5em;">&ldquo;To Granny&#8217;s house I go,</span><br />
+ Where I shall fatter grow,<br />
+ Then you can eat me so.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>The Vulture thought this reasonable, and let Lambikin pass.</p>
+
+<p>And by and by he met a Tiger, and then a Wolf, and a Dog, and an Eagle;
+and all these, when they saw the tender little morsel, said: &ldquo;Lambikin!
+Lambikin! I&#8217;LL <span class="smcap">eat</span> YOU!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>But to all of them Lambikin replied, with a little frisk:</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em;">
+<span style="margin-left: -.5em;">&ldquo;To Granny&#8217;s house I go,</span><br />
+ Where I shall fatter grow,<br />
+ Then you can eat me so.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>At last he reached his Granny&#8217;s house, and said, all in a great hurry,
+&ldquo;Granny dear, I&#8217;ve promised to get very fat, so, as people ought to keep
+their promises, please put me into the corn-bin at once.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>So his Granny said he was a good boy, and put him into the corn-bin, and
+there the greedy little Lambikin stayed for seven days, and ate, and
+ate, and ate, until he could scarcely waddle, and his Granny said he was
+fat enough for anything, and must go home. But cunning little Lambikin
+said that would never do, for some animal would be sure to eat him on
+the way back, he was so plump and tender.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I&#8217;ll tell you what you must do,&rdquo; said Master Lambikin; &ldquo;you must make
+a little drumikin out of the skin of my little brother who died, and
+then I can sit inside and trundle along nicely, for I&#8217;m as tight as a
+drum myself.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[Pg 122]</a></span></p>
+<p>So his Granny made a nice little drumikin out of his brother&#8217;s skin,
+with the wool inside, and Lambikin curled himself up snug and warm in
+the middle, and trundled away gayly. Soon he met with the Eagle, who
+called out:</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em;">
+<span style="margin-left: -.5em;">&ldquo;Drumikin! Drumikin!</span><br />
+ Have you seen Lambikin?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>And Mr. Lambikin, curled up in his soft, warm nest, replied:</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em;">
+<span style="margin-left: -.5em;">&ldquo;Fallen into the fire, and so will you,</span><br />
+ On little Drumikin! Tum-pa, tum-too!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;How very annoying!&rdquo; sighed the Eagle, thinking regretfully of the
+tender morsel he had let slip.</p>
+
+<p>Meanwhile Lambikin trundled along, laughing to himself, and singing.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em;">
+<span style="margin-left: -.5em;">&ldquo;Tum-pa, tum-too;</span><br />
+ Tum-pa, tum-too!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Every animal and bird he met asked him the same question:</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em;">
+<span style="margin-left: -.5em;">&ldquo;Drumikin! Drumikin!</span><br />
+ Have you seen Lambikin?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>And to each of them the little slyboots replied:</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em;">
+<span style="margin-left: -.5em;">&ldquo;Fallen into the fire, and so will you,</span><br />
+ On little Drumikin! Tum-pa, tum-too;<br />
+   <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Tum-pa, tum-too; Tum-pa, tum-too!&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<p>Then they all sighed to think of the tender little morsel they had let
+slip.</p>
+
+<p>At last the Jackal came limping along, for all his sorry looks as sharp
+as a needle, and he, too, called out:</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em;">
+<span style="margin-left: -.5em;">&ldquo;Drumikin! Drumikin!</span><br />
+ Have you seen Lambikin?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>And Lambikin, curled up in his snug little nest, replied gayly:</p>
+
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em;">
+<span style="margin-left: -.5em;">&ldquo;Fallen into the fire, and so will you,</span><br />
+ On little Drumikin! Tum-pa&mdash;&mdash;&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>But he never got any farther, for the Jackal recognized his voice at
+once, and cried &ldquo;Hullo! you&#8217;ve turned yourself inside out, have you?
+Just you come out of that!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Whereupon he tore open Drumikin and gobbled up Lambikin.</p>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_I_9" id="Footnote_I_9"></a><a href="#FNanchor_I_9"><span class="label">[I]</span></a> From &ldquo;Indian Fairy Tales,&rdquo; edited by Joseph Jacobs; used by
+permission of the publishers, G. P. Putnam&#8217;s Sons.</p></div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[Pg 123]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img160.png" width="500" height="341" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h2>THE CAT AND THE MOUSE<a name="FNanchor_J_10" id="FNanchor_J_10"></a><a href="#Footnote_J_10" class="fnanchor">[J]</a></h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em;">
+The cat and the mouse<br />
+Played in the malt-house:</p>
+
+<p>The cat bit the mouse&#8217;s tail off. &ldquo;Pray, puss, give me my tail.&rdquo; &ldquo;No,&rdquo;
+says the cat, &ldquo;I&#8217;ll not give you your tail, till you go to the cow, and
+fetch me some milk.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em;">
+First she leaped, and then she ran,<br />
+Till she came to the cow, and thus began:</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Pray, Cow, give me milk, that I may give cat milk, that cat may give me
+my own tail again.&rdquo; &ldquo;No,&rdquo; said the cow, &ldquo;I will give you no milk, till
+you go to the farmer, and get me some hay.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em;">
+First she leaped, and then she ran,<br />
+Till she came to the farmer, and thus began:</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Pray, Farmer, give me hay, that I may give cow hay, that cow may give
+me milk, that I may give cat milk, that cat may give me my own tail
+again.&rdquo;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[Pg 124]</a></span>
+&ldquo;No,&rdquo; said the farmer, &ldquo;I&#8217;ll give you no hay, till you go to
+the butcher and fetch me some meat.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em;">
+First she leaped, and then she ran,<br />
+Till she came to the butcher, and thus began:</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Pray, Butcher, give me meat, that I may give farmer meat, that farmer
+may give me hay, that I may give cow hay, that cow may give me milk,
+that I may give cat milk, that cat may give me my own tail again.&rdquo; &ldquo;No,&rdquo;
+says the butcher, &ldquo;I&#8217;ll give you no meat, till you go to the baker and
+fetch me some bread.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em;">
+First she leaped, and then she ran,<br />
+Till she came to the baker, and thus began:</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Pray, Baker, give me bread, that I may give butcher bread, that butcher
+may give me meat, that I may give farmer meat, that farmer may give me
+hay, that I may give cow hay, that cow may give me milk, that I may give
+cat milk, that cat may give me my own tail again.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em;">
+&ldquo;Yes,&rdquo; says the baker, &ldquo;I&#8217;ll give you some bread,<br />
+But if you eat my meal, I&#8217;ll cut off your head.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Then the baker gave mouse bread, and mouse gave butcher bread, and
+butcher gave mouse meat, and mouse gave farmer meat, and farmer gave
+mouse hay, and mouse gave cow hay, and cow gave mouse milk, and mouse
+gave cat milk, and cat gave mouse her own tail again.</p>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_J_10" id="Footnote_J_10"></a><a href="#FNanchor_J_10"><span class="label">[J]</span></a> From &ldquo;English Fairy Tales,&rdquo; collected by Joseph Jacobs;
+used by permission of the publishers, G. P. Putnam&#8217;s Sons.</p></div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+
+<a name="HENNY" id="HENNY"></a>
+<h2>HENNY-PENNY<a name="FNanchor_K_11" id="FNanchor_K_11"></a><a href="#Footnote_K_11" class="fnanchor">[K]</a></h2>
+
+<p>One day Henny-penny was picking up corn in the cornyard
+when&mdash;whack!&mdash;something hit her upon the head. &ldquo;Goodness gracious me!&rdquo;
+says Henny-penny; &ldquo;the sky&#8217;s a-going to fall; I must go and tell the
+king.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>So she went along, and she went along, and she went along till she met
+Cocky-locky. &ldquo;Where are you going, Henny-penny?&rdquo; says Cocky-locky. &ldquo;Oh!
+I&#8217;m going to tell the king the sky&#8217;s a-falling,&rdquo; says Henny-penny. &ldquo;May
+I come with you?&rdquo; says Cocky-locky. &ldquo;Certainly,&rdquo; says Henny-penny. So
+Henny-penny and Cocky-locky went to tell the king the sky was falling.</p>
+
+<p>They went along, and they went along, and they went along till they met
+Ducky-daddles. &ldquo;Where are you going to, Henny-penny and Cocky-locky?&rdquo;
+says Ducky-daddles. &ldquo;Oh! we&#8217;re going to tell the king the sky&#8217;s
+a-falling,&rdquo; says Henny-penny and Cocky-locky. &ldquo;May I come with you?&rdquo;
+says Ducky-daddles. &ldquo;Certainly,&rdquo; says Henny-penny and Cocky-locky. So
+Henny-penny, Cocky-locky, and Ducky-daddles went to tell the king the
+sky was a-falling.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[Pg 125]</a></span></p>
+<p>So they went along, and they went along, and they went along till they
+met Goosey-poosey. &ldquo;Where are you going to, Henny-penny, Cocky-locky,
+and Ducky-daddles?&rdquo; says Goosey-poosey. &ldquo;Oh! we&#8217;re going to tell the
+king the sky&#8217;s a-falling,&rdquo; says Henny-penny, and Cocky-locky and
+Ducky-daddles. &ldquo;May I come with you?&rdquo; says Goosey-poosey. &ldquo;Certainly,&rdquo;
+says Henny-penny, Cocky-locky, and Ducky-daddles. So Henny-penny,
+Cocky-locky, Ducky-daddles, and Goosey-poosey went to tell the king the
+sky was a-falling.</p>
+
+<p>So they went along, and they went along, and they went along till they
+met Turkey-lurkey. &ldquo;Where are you going, Henny-penny, Cocky-locky,
+Ducky-daddles, and Goosey-poosey?&rdquo; says Turkey-lurkey. &ldquo;Oh! we&#8217;re going
+to tell the king the sky&#8217;s a-falling,&rdquo; says Henny-penny, Cocky-locky,
+Ducky-daddles, and Goosey-poosey. &ldquo;May I come with you, Henny-penny,
+Cocky-locky, Ducky-daddles, and Goosey-poosey?&rdquo; says Turkey-lurkey. &ldquo;Oh,
+certainly, Turkey-lurkey,&rdquo; says Henny-penny, Cocky-locky, Ducky-daddies,
+and Goosey-poosey. So Henny-penny, Cocky-locky, Ducky-daddies,
+Goosey-poosey, and Turkey-lurkey all went to tell the king the sky was
+a-falling.</p>
+
+<p>So they went along, and they went along, and they went along till they
+met Foxy-woxy, and Foxy-woxy says to Henny-penny, Cocky-locky,
+Ducky-daddles, Goosey-poosey, and Turkey-lurkey: &ldquo;Where are you going,
+Henny-penny, Cocky-locky, Ducky-daddles, Goosey-poosey, and
+Turkey-lurkey?&rdquo; And Henny-penny, Cocky-locky, Ducky-daddles,
+Goosey-Poosey, and Turkey-lurkey says to Foxy-woxy: &ldquo;We&#8217;re going to tell
+the king the sky&#8217;s a-falling.&rdquo; &ldquo;Oh! but this is not the way to the king,
+Henny-penny, Cocky-locky, Ducky-daddles, Goosey-poosey, and
+Turkey-lurkey,&rdquo; says Foxy-woxy; &ldquo;I know the proper way; shall I show it
+you?&rdquo; &ldquo;Oh, certainly, Foxy-woxy,&rdquo; says Henny-penny, Cocky-locky,
+Ducky-daddles, Goosey-poosey, and Turkey-lurkey. So Henny-penny,
+Cocky-locky, Ducky-daddles, Goosey-poosey, Turkey-lurkey, and Foxy-woxy
+all went to tell the king the sky was a-falling.</p>
+
+<p>So they went along, and they went along, and they went along till they
+came to a narrow and dark hole. Now this was the door of Foxy-woxy&#8217;s
+cave. But Foxy-woxy says to Henny-penny, Cocky-locky, Ducky-daddies,
+Goosey-poosey, and Turkey-lurkey: &ldquo;This is the short way to the king&#8217;s
+palace; you&#8217;ll soon get there if you follow me. I will go first and you
+come after, Henny-penny, Cocky-locky, Ducky-daddles, Goosey-poosey, and
+Turkey-lurkey,&rdquo; &ldquo;Why, of course, certainly, without doubt, why not?&rdquo;
+says Henny-penny, Cocky-locky, Ducky-daddles, Goosey-poosey, and
+Turkey-lurkey.</p>
+
+<p>So Foxy-woxy went into his cave, and he didn&#8217;t go very far, but turned
+round to wait for Henny-penny, Cocky-locky, Ducky-daddles,
+Goosey-poosey, and Turkey-lurkey. So at last Turkey-lurkey went through
+the dark hole into the cave. He hadn&#8217;t got far when &ldquo;Hrumph!&rdquo; Foxy-woxy
+snapped off
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[Pg 126]</a></span>
+Turkey-lurkey&#8217;s head and threw his body over his left
+shoulder. Then Goosey-poosey went in, and &ldquo;Hrumph!&rdquo; off went her head
+and Goosey-poosey was thrown beside Turkey-lurkey. Then Ducky-daddles
+waddled down, and &ldquo;Hrumph!&rdquo; snapped Foxy-woxy, and Ducky-daddles&#8217;s head
+was off, and Ducky-daddles was thrown alongside Turkey-lurkey and
+Goosey-poosey. Then Cocky-locky strutted down into the cave, and he
+hadn&#8217;t gone far when &ldquo;Snap, Hrumph!&rdquo; went Foxy-woxy, and Cocky-locky was
+thrown alongside of Turkey-lurkey, Goosey-poosey, and Ducky-daddles.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img163.png" width="500" height="341" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&ldquo;this is the short way&rdquo;</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>But Foxy-woxy had made two bites at Cocky-locky, and when the first snap
+only hurt Cocky-locky, but didn&#8217;t kill him, he called out to
+Henny-penny. But she turned tail and off she ran home, so she never told
+the king the sky was a-falling.</p>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_K_11" id="Footnote_K_11"></a><a href="#FNanchor_K_11"><span class="label">[K]</span></a> From &ldquo;English Fairy Tales,&rdquo; collected by Joseph Jacobs;
+used by permission of the publishers, G. P. Putnam&#8217;s Sons.</p></div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[Pg 127]</a></span></p>
+<h2>THREE GOATS IN THE RYEFIELD</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>ADAPTED BY CECILIA FARWELL</strong></p>
+
+<p>Once upon a time there was a little boy whose task it was to drive the
+goats to and from the hills. One morning, as they went along the road,
+the first goat saw a hole in the fence which shut off a field of rye.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Oh,&rdquo; said the first goat, &ldquo;here is a chance to get into that field. I
+do not think that we want to eat rye&mdash;there is plenty of grass on the
+hill. But we can go in and see what it is like, just the same.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>With that he turned aside from the road and went through the hole into
+the ryefield, and the others followed after him.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Here,&rdquo; cried the boy, &ldquo;come out of that!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>But the goats did not come out, so the boy climbed over the fence and
+started after them to chase them out. But the goats just ran round and
+round in the field, until at last the little boy was so tired that he
+sat down by the fence and cried.</p>
+
+<p>By-and-by a dog came down the road. &ldquo;Why, little boy,&rdquo; he said, &ldquo;what
+are you crying for?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I am crying because the goats will not come out of the ryefield. I was
+driving them along the road to the hills and they went through the
+fence, and I have chased them and chased them, and they will not come
+out.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Well,&rdquo; said the dog, &ldquo;that is nothing to cry about. Just you wait here
+and I will go into the field and chase them out for you.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>So the dog ran through the hole and started after the goats, barking
+loudly. When the goats saw him coming they started to run, and ran round
+and round in the field until at last the dog was so tired that he sat
+down by the fence and cried.</p>
+
+<p>By-and-by a fox came trotting down the road. &ldquo;Why, dog,&rdquo; he said, &ldquo;what
+are you crying for?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I am crying because little boy is crying,&rdquo; said the dog.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;And what are you crying for, little boy?&rdquo; asked the fox.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I am crying because the goats will not come out of the ryefield. I was
+driving them along the road to the hills and they went through the
+fence, and I have chased them and chased them and they will not come
+out.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Well,&rdquo; said the fox, &ldquo;that is nothing to cry about. Just you wait here
+and I will go into the field and chase them out for you.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>So the fox ran through the hole and started after the goats, barking
+shrilly. And when they saw him coming they started to run, and ran round
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[Pg 128]</a></span>
+and round in the field until at last the fox was so tired that he
+sat down by the fence and cried.</p>
+
+<p>By-and-by a bee came flying lightly overhead.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Why, fox,&rdquo; he said, &ldquo;why are you crying?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I am crying because dog is crying,&rdquo; said the fox.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;And why are you crying, dog?&rdquo; asked the bee.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I am crying because little boy is crying,&rdquo; said the dog.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;And why are you crying, little boy?&rdquo; asked the bee.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I am crying because the goats will not come out of the ryefield. I was
+driving them along the road to the hills, and they went through the
+fence, and I have chased them and chased them and they will not come
+out!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Oh,&rdquo; said the bee, &ldquo;that is nothing to cry about. Just you wait here
+and I will go into the field and chase them out for you.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>So he flew over the fence and flew straight to the first goat and began
+to buzz in his ear. The first goat lifted up his head and said: &ldquo;Ho!
+What is this?&rdquo; and he looked all around him, but could see nothing from
+which to run.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Buzz, buzz, buzz!&rdquo; said the bee, and he lighted on the ear of the goat.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Now here is someone that means business,&rdquo; said the goat, and he shook
+his head to shake off the bee, but the bee only clung the tighter.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Buzz, buzz, buzz!&rdquo; he said. Then he stung the first goat in the ear.
+&ldquo;Now,&rdquo; said the first goat, &ldquo;this is a serious matter. Ouch!&rdquo; he added,
+as the bee stung him again. &ldquo;Come on, you,&rdquo; he called to the others, &ldquo;it
+is time to get out of here!&rdquo; With that he led them straight to the hole
+in the fence, and they ran through it, all three of them, and out into
+the road where the little boy sat with the dog and the fox.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Oh,&rdquo; said the dog, &ldquo;the bee can do something that I cannot, even if he
+is so small.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Yes,&rdquo; said the fox, &ldquo;the bee didn&#8217;t make much noise, but the noise that
+he did make counted more than all of our barking.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 496px;">
+<img src="images/img165.png" width="496" height="159" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">little bunnie brown is at the head of his class</span>
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[Pg 129]</a></span></p>
+<h2>TEENY TINY<a name="FNanchor_L_12" id="FNanchor_L_12"></a><a href="#Footnote_L_12" class="fnanchor">[L]</a></h2>
+
+<p>There was once upon a time a teeny-tiny woman who lived in a teeny-tiny
+house in a teeny-tiny village. Now, one day this teeny-tiny woman put on
+her teeny-tiny bonnet and went out of her teeny-tiny house to take a
+teeny-tiny walk. And when this teeny-tiny woman had gone a teeny-tiny
+way, she came to a teeny-tiny gate; so the teeny-tiny woman opened the
+teeny-tiny gate, and went into a teeny-tiny meadow. And when this
+teeny-tiny woman had got into the teeny-tiny meadow, she saw a
+teeny-tiny bone on a teeny-tiny stone, and the teeny-tiny woman said to
+her teeny-tiny self: &ldquo;This teeny-tiny bone will make me some teeny-tiny
+soup for my teeny-tiny supper.&rdquo; So the teeny-tiny woman put the
+teeny-tiny bone into her teeny-tiny pocket, and went home to her
+teeny-tiny house.</p>
+
+<p>Now, when the teeny-tiny woman got home to her teeny-tiny house, she was
+a teeny-tiny bit tired; so she went up her teeny-tiny stairs to her
+teeny-tiny bed, and put the teeny-tiny bone into a teeny-tiny cupboard.
+And when this teeny-tiny woman had been to sleep a teeny-tiny time, she
+was awakened by a teeny-tiny voice from the teeny-tiny cupboard, which
+said:</p>
+
+<p class="center">
+&ldquo;<span class="smcap">give me my bone!</span>&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>And this teeny-tiny woman was a teeny-tiny bit frightened, so she hid
+her teeny-tiny head under the teeny-tiny clothes, and went to sleep
+again. And when she had been asleep again a teeny-tiny time, the
+teeny-tiny voice again cried out from the teeny-tiny cupboard a
+teeny-tiny louder:</p>
+
+<p class="center">
+<span class="smcap">&ldquo;Give Me My Bone!&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<p>This made the teeny-tiny woman a teeny-tiny more frightened, so she hid
+her teeny-tiny head a teeny-tiny further under the teeny-tiny clothes.
+And when the teeny-tiny woman had been asleep again a teeny-tiny time,
+the teeny-tiny voice from the teeny-tiny cupboard said again a
+teeny-tiny louder:</p>
+
+<p class="center">
+&ldquo;GIVE ME MY BONE!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>At this the teeny-tiny woman was a teeny-tiny bit more frightened; but
+she put her teeny-tiny head out of the teeny-tiny clothes, and said in
+her loudest teeny-tiny voice:</p>
+
+<p class="center" style="letter-spacing: .5em;">
+&ldquo;TAKE IT!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_L_12" id="Footnote_L_12"></a><a href="#FNanchor_L_12"><span class="label">[L]</span></a> From &ldquo;English Fairy Tales,&rdquo; collected by Joseph Jacobs;
+used by permission of the publishers, G. P. Putnam&#8217;s Sons.</p></div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[Pg 130]</a></span></p>
+<h2>SONG OF THE PEAR TREE</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+Out in the green, green orchard<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Standeth a fine pear tree;</span><br />
+The fine pear tree has leaves, too.<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">What on the tree may be?</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Why, there&#8217;s a beautiful branch,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Branch on the tree,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Tree in the ground.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+Out in the green, green orchard<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Standeth a fine pear tree,</span><br />
+The fine pear tree has leaves, too,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And what on its branch may be?</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">A beautiful twig.</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Twig on the branch,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Branch on the tree,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Tree in the ground.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+Out in the green, green orchard<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Standeth a fine pear tree,</span><br />
+The fine pear tree has leaves, too.<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Now what on the twig may be?</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">A beautiful nest.</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Nest on the twig,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Twig on the branch,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Branch on the tree,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Tree in the ground.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+Out in the green, green orchard<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Standeth a fine pear tree;</span><br />
+The fine pear tree has leaves, too.<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Now, what in the nest may be?</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">A beautiful egg.</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Egg in the nest,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Nest on the twig,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Twig on the branch,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Branch on the tree,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Tree in the ground.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+Out in the green, green orchard<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Standeth a fine pear tree,</span><br />
+The fine pear tree has leaves, too.<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Now, what from the egg shall we see?</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">A beautiful bird.</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Bird from the egg,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Egg in the nest,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Nest on the twig,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Twig on the branch,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Branch on the tree,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Tree in the ground.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+Out in the green, green orchard<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Standeth a fine pear tree;</span><br />
+The fine pear tree has leaves, too.<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Now, what on the bird may be?</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">A beautiful feather.</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Feather on the bird,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Bird from the egg,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Egg in the nest,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Nest on the twig,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Twig on the branch,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Branch on the tree,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Tree in the ground.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+Out in the green, green meadow<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Standeth a fine pear tree;</span><br />
+The fine pear tree hath leaves, too.<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Now, what from the feather will be?</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">A beautiful bed.</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Bed from the feather,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Feather from the bird,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Bird from the egg,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Egg in the nest,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Nest on the twig,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Twig on the branch,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Branch on the tree,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Tree in the ground.</span></p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[Pg 131]</a></span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+Out in the green, green meadow<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Standeth a fine pear tree;</span><br />
+The fine pear tree hath leaves, too.<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Now, what in that bed may be?</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">A beautiful child.</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Child in the bed,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Bed from the feather,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Feather from the bird,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Bird from the egg,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Egg from the nest,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Nest on the twig,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Twig on the branch,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Branch on the tree,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Tree in the ground.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+Out in the green, green meadow<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Standeth a fine pear tree,</span><br />
+The fine pear tree hath leaves, too,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And on it these things all be.</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="COCKALU" id="COCKALU"></a>
+<h2>COCK-ALU AND HEN-ALIE</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY MARY HOWITT</strong></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+In this tale is shown to you<br />
+How large the boast of Cock-alu;<br />
+But, when he comes to act, you&#8217;ll see<br />
+Small hope indeed for Hen-alie;<br />
+And thus you clearly will perceive<br />
+That who has great things to achieve<br />
+Must not stand talking but must do,<br />
+Else he will fail like Cock-alu.<br />
+For he who would perform the most<br />
+Will utter no vainglorious boast;<br />
+But still press onward, staunch and true,<br />
+With but the honest end in view.</p>
+
+<p>Cock-alu and Hen-alie sat on the perch above the bean-straw. It was four
+o&#8217;clock in the morning, and Cock-alu clapped his wings and crowed; then,
+turning to Hen-alie, he said: &ldquo;Hen-alie, my little wife, I love you
+better than all the world, you know I do. I always told you so! I will
+do anything for you; I&#8217;ll go round the world for you, I&#8217;ll travel as far
+as the sun for you! You know I would! Tell me, what shall I do for you?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Crow!&rdquo; said Hen-alie.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Oh, that is such a little thing!&rdquo; said Cock-alu, and crowed with all
+his might. He crowed so loud that he woke the farmer&#8217;s wife, and the dog
+and the cat, and all the pigeons and horses in the stable, and the cow
+in the stall. He crowed so loud that all the neighbors&#8217; cocks heard him
+and answered him, and they woke all their people; and thus Cock-alu woke
+the whole parish.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I&#8217;ve done it rarely this morning!&rdquo; said Cock-alu; &ldquo;I told you I would
+do anything to please you!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>The next morning, at breakfast, as Hen-alie was picking beans out of the
+bean-straw, one stuck in her throat; and she was soon so ill that she
+was just ready to die.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Oh, Cock-alu,&rdquo; said she, calling to him in the yard, where he stood
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[Pg 132]</a></span>clapping his wings in the sunshine, &ldquo;run and fetch me a drop of water
+from the silver-spring in the Beech-wood! Fetch me a drop quickly, while
+the dew is in it; for that is the true remedy.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>But Cock-alu was so busy crowing against a neighbor that he took no
+notice.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Oh, Cock-alu, do run and fetch me the water from the silver-spring, or
+I shall die; for the bean sticks in my throat, and nothing but water
+with dew in it can cure me! Oh, Cock-alu, dear, run quickly!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Cock-alu heard her this time, and set off, crowing as he went. He had
+not gone far before he met the snail.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Where are you going, snails?&rdquo; says he.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I&#8217;m going to the cow-cabbage,&rdquo; says the snail; &ldquo;and what urgent
+business may it be that takes you out thus early, Cock-alu?&rdquo; says the
+snail.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I&#8217;m going to the silver-spring in the Beech-wood, to fetch a drop of
+water for my wife, Hen-alie, who has got a bean in her throat,&rdquo; says
+Cock-alu.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Oh,&rdquo; says the snail, &ldquo;run along quickly, and get the water while the
+dew is in it; for nothing else will get a bean out of the throat. Don&#8217;t
+stop by the way, for the bull is coming down to the silver-spring to
+drink, and he&#8217;ll trouble the water. Gather up my silver-trail, however,
+and give it to Hen-alie with my love, and I hope she&#8217;ll soon be better!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Cock-alu hastily gathered up the silver-trail which the snail left.
+&ldquo;This will make Hen-alie a pair of stockings!&rdquo; said he, and went on his
+way.</p>
+
+<p>He had not gone far before he met the wood-pigeon. &ldquo;Good morning,
+pigeon,&rdquo; says he; &ldquo;and which way are you going?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I am going to the pea-field,&rdquo; says the pigeon, &ldquo;to get peas for my
+young ones; and what may your business be this morning, Cock-alu!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I&#8217;m going to the silver-spring in the Beech-wood, to fetch a drop of
+water for my wife, Hen-alie, who has got a bean in her throat.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I&#8217;m sorry to hear that,&rdquo; says the pigeon; &ldquo;but don&#8217;t let me detain you,
+for water with the dew in it is the best thing to get a bean out of the
+throat; and let me advise you to make haste, for the bloodhound is going
+to lap at the spring, and he&#8217;ll trouble the water. So run along, and
+here, take with you my blue velvet neck-ribbon, and give it to Hen-alie
+with my love, and I hope she&#8217;ll soon be better.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Oh, what a nice pair of garters this will make for Hen-alie!&rdquo; exclaimed
+Cock-alu, and went on his way.</p>
+
+<p>He had not gone far before he met the wild-cat. &ldquo;Good morning, friend,&rdquo;
+says Cock-alu, &ldquo;and where may you be going this morning?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I&#8217;m going to get a young wood-pigeon for my breakfast, while the mother
+is gone to the pea-field,&rdquo; says the wild-cat; &ldquo;and where may you be
+traveling to this morning, Cock-alu?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[Pg 133]</a></span></p>
+<p>&ldquo;I&#8217;m going to the silver-spring in the Beech-wood,&rdquo; replied Cock-alu,
+&ldquo;to get a drop of water for my little wife Hen-alie, who has got a bean
+in her throat.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;That&#8217;s a bad business,&rdquo; says the wild-cat, &ldquo;but a drop of water with
+the dew in it is the right remedy; so don&#8217;t let me keep you; and you had
+better make haste, for the woodman is on his way to fell a tree by the
+spring, and if a branch falls into it, the water will be troubled; so
+off with you! But carry with you a flash of green fire from my right
+eye, and give it to Hen-alie with my love, and I hope she&#8217;ll soon be
+better.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Oh, what a beautiful green light, like the green on my best
+tail-feathers! I&#8217;ll keep it for myself; it&#8217;s fitter for me than for
+Hen-alie!&rdquo; said Cock-alu.</p>
+
+<p>So he hung the green light on his tail-feathers, which made them very
+handsome, and he went on his way.</p>
+
+<p>He had not gone far before he met with the sheep-dog. &ldquo;Good morning,
+sheep-dog,&rdquo; says Cock-alu; &ldquo;where are you going?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I&#8217;m going to hunt up a stray lamb for my master,&rdquo; says the sheep-dog,
+&ldquo;and what brings you abroad?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I&#8217;m going to the silver-spring in the Beech-wood, to get a drop of
+water for my little wife Hen-alie, who has got a bean in her throat,&rdquo;
+says Cock-alu.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Then why do you stop talking to me?&rdquo; says the sheep-dog, in his short
+way; &ldquo;your wife&#8217;s bad enough, I&#8217;ll warrant me; and a drop of water with
+the dew in it is the thing to do her good. Be off with you! The farmer
+is coming to lay the spring dry this morning. I left him sharpening his
+mattock when I set out. You&#8217;ll be too late, if you don&#8217;t mind!&rdquo; and with
+that the sheep-dog went his way.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;An unmannerly fellow,&rdquo; says Cock-alu, and stood looking after him;
+&ldquo;I&#8217;ll not go at his bidding, not I!&rdquo; So he clapped his wings and crowed
+in the wood, just to show that he set light by his advice. &ldquo;And never to
+give me anything for poor Hen-alie, that lies sick at home with a bean
+in her throat! The ill-natured churl!&rdquo; cried Cock-alu to himself, and
+then he stood and crowed again with all his might.</p>
+
+<p>After that he marched on, and before long reached the Beech-wood, but as
+the silver-spring lay yet a good way off, he had not gone far in the
+wood before he met the squirrel.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Good morning, squirrel,&rdquo; says he; &ldquo;what brings you abroad so early?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Early do you call it, Cock-alu?&rdquo; says the squirrel; &ldquo;why, I&#8217;ve been up
+these four hours; I just stopped to give the young ones their
+breakfasts, and then set off to silver-spring for a drop of water while
+the dew was in it; I&#8217;ve got it here in a cherry-leaf. And pray you, what
+business may take you abroad, Cock-alu?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;The same as yours,&rdquo; replied Cock-alu; &ldquo;I&#8217;m going for water, too, for my
+wife Hen-alie, who has got a bean in her throat.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[Pg 134]</a></span></p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ah, well-a-day!&rdquo; says the squirrel, &ldquo;that&#8217;s a bad thing! But run along
+with you; for the old sow is coming down with her nine little pigs, and
+if they trouble the water it will be all too late for poor little
+Hen-alie!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>And with that the squirrel leaped up into the oak-tree above where
+Cock-alu stood, for that was her way home, and left him without further
+ceremony.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Humph!&rdquo; said Cock-alu; &ldquo;she might have given me some of the water out
+of her cherry-leaf for my poor little Hen-alie!&rdquo; And so saying, he
+walked on through the Beech-wood, and as he met no more creatures he
+soon reached the silver-spring.</p>
+
+<p>But it was now noon-day, and there was not a drop of dew in the water,
+and the bull had been down and drunk, and the bloodhound had lapped, and
+the old sow and her nine little pigs had wallowed in it, so the water
+was troubled, and besides that the woodman had felled the tree which now
+lay across the spring, and the farmer was digging the new watercourse,
+so the spring was getting lower every minute. Cock-alu had come quite
+too late; there was not a drop left for poor little Hen-alie.</p>
+
+<p>When Cock-alu saw this he was very much disconcerted; he did not know
+what to do, he stood a little while considering, and then he set off as
+hard as he could go to the squirrel&#8217;s house to beg a drop of water from
+her. But the squirrel lived a long way off in the wood, and thus it was
+a considerable time before he got there.</p>
+
+<p>When he reached the squirrel&#8217;s house, however, nobody was at home. He
+knocked and knocked for a long time, and at last he walked in, but they
+were all gone out; he peeped therefore into the pantry to see if he
+could find the water; there was plenty of hazel-nuts and beech-nuts,
+heaps and heaps of them all laid up in store for winter, but no water;
+at length he saw the curled-up cherry-leaf, like a water-jug, standing
+at the squirrel&#8217;s bed-side, but it was empty; there was not a single
+drop in it.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;This is bad business!&rdquo; said Cock-alu to himself, and turned to leave
+the house. At the squirrel&#8217;s door he met a woodpecker.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Woodpecker,&rdquo; says he, &ldquo;where is the squirrel gone to? I want to beg a
+drop of water from the silver-spring for my wife Hen-alie, who has got a
+bean in her throat!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Lack-a-day!&rdquo; said the woodpecker, &ldquo;the old squirrel drank every drop,
+and drained the jug into the bargain; he lay sick in bed this morning,
+but there was such virtue in the water that he got well as soon as he
+drank it; and now he has taken his wife and the little ones out for an
+airing; they will not be back till night, I know. But if you will leave
+any message with me I will be sure and deliver it, for the squirrel and
+I are very neighborly.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[Pg 135]</a></span></p>
+<p>&ldquo;Oh!&rdquo; groaned Cock-alu; &ldquo;but what would be the use of leaving a message
+if they have no water to give me!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>With that he came down from the old pine tree where the squirrel lived,
+set out on his way home again, and came at length out of the Beech-wood,
+but it was then getting toward evening.</p>
+
+<p>He came to his own yard. There was the perch on which he and Hen-alie
+had so often sat, and there was the bean-straw, and there lay poor
+Hen-alie just as he had left her.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Hen-alie, my little wife,&rdquo; said he, crowing loudly as he came up, that
+he might put a cheerful face on the matter, &ldquo;I have been very unlucky; I
+could not get you any water, but I have got something so nice for you! I
+have brought you a pair of silver-gauze stockings which the snail has
+sent you, and a pair of blue velvet garters to wear with them, which the
+ring-tail dove gave me!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Thank you,&rdquo; said poor little Hen-alie, in a very weak voice, &ldquo;but I
+wish you could have brought me some water, these things will do me no
+good!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I could not bring you water, for the silver-spring is dry,&rdquo; said
+Cock-alu, feeling very unhappy, and yet wishing to excuse himself;
+&ldquo;there&#8217;s not a drop of water left in it!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Then it&#8217;s all over with me!&rdquo; sighed poor little Hen-alie.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Don&#8217;t be down-hearted, my little wife,&rdquo; said Cock-alu, trying to seem
+cheerful, &ldquo;I will give you something better than all, I will give you
+the green-fire flash from the wild-cat&#8217;s eye, which he gave me to wear
+on my tail-feathers. Look up, my poor little Hen-alie, and I&#8217;ll give it
+all to you!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Alas!&rdquo; sighed poor little Hen-alie, &ldquo;what good will they do me! Oh,
+that somebody only loved me well enough to have brought me one drop of
+silver-spring water!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>All this while something very nice was happening, which I must tell you.</p>
+
+<p>There was in the poultry-yard a shabby little drab-colored hen, very
+small and very much despised; Cock-alu would not look at her, nor
+Hen-alie either; she had no tail-feathers at all, and long black legs
+which looked as if she had borrowed them from a hen twice her size; she
+was, in short, the meanest, most ill-conditioned hen in the yard.</p>
+
+<p>All the time, however, that Cock-alu was out on his fruitless errand,
+she had been comforting Hen-alie in the best way she could, and assuring
+her that Cock-alu would soon be back again with the water from the
+silver-spring. But when he came back without a single drop, and only
+offered the fine silk stockings and blue velvet garters instead, she set
+off, without saying a word, as fast as her long legs would carry her out
+of the wood and down to the silver-spring, which she reached in a
+wonderfully short time.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[Pg 136]</a></span></p>
+<p>Fortunately the silver-spring had flowed into its new channel as clearly
+as ever, and the evening dew had dropped its virtues into it. The owls
+were shouting &ldquo;Kla-vit!&rdquo; from one end of the wood to the other, The dark
+leathern-winged bats and the dusky white and buff-colored moths were
+flitting about the broad shadows of the trees, but the little hen took
+no notice of any of them. On she went, thinking of nothing but that
+which she had to do; and reaching the silver-spring, she gathered up
+twelve drops of water, and, hurrying back again, came into the yard just
+as poor Hen-alie was saying: &ldquo;Oh, that somebody had loved me well enough
+to fetch me only one drop of silver-spring water!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;That I do!&rdquo; said the shabby little hen, and dropped one drop after
+another into her beak.</p>
+
+<p>The first drop loosened the bean, the second softened it, and the third
+sent it down her throat.</p>
+
+<p>Hen-alie was well again; Cock-alu was ready to clap his wings and crow
+for joy; and the little hen turned quietly away to her solitary perch.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Nay,&rdquo; said Hen-alie, &ldquo;but you shall not go unrewarded; see, here is a
+pair of silk stockings for you, and here is green fire which will make
+the most beautiful feathers in the world grow all over your body! Take
+them all, you good little thing, and to-morrow morning you will come out
+the handsomest hen in the yard!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>So it was. There must have been magic in those silk stockings and that
+green fire, for the shabby little thing was now transformed into a
+regular queen-hen. The farmer&#8217;s wife thought she must have strayed away
+from some beautiful foreign country, and gave her a famous breakfast to
+keep her. Cock-alu was very attentive to her; and as to Hen-alie, she
+never ceased singing her praises as long as she lived.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+
+<a name="KINGDOM" id="KINGDOM"></a>
+<h2>THERE IS THE KEY OF THE KINGDOM</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+There is the key of the Kingdom.<br />
+In that Kingdom there is a city;<br />
+In that city there is a town;<br />
+In that town there is a street;<br />
+In that street there is a lane;<br />
+In that lane there is a yard;<br />
+In that yard there is a house;<br />
+In that house there is a room;<br />
+In that room there is a bed;<br />
+On that bed there is a basket;<br />
+In that basket there are some flowers.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+Flowers in the basket,<br />
+Basket on the bed,<br />
+Bed in the room,<br />
+Room in the house,<br />
+House in the yard,<br />
+Yard in the lane,<br />
+Lane in the street,<br />
+Street in the town,<br />
+Town in the city,<br />
+City in the Kingdom,<br />
+And this is the key of the Kingdom.</p>
+
+
+</div>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class="box">
+
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[Pg 137]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 567px;">
+<img src="images/img174.png" width="567" height="135" alt="Fun for Very Little Folk" title="" />
+</div>
+
+</div>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class="box">
+
+
+<a name="nodogs" id="nodogs"></a>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img174b.png" width="500" height="482" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">bunnie: &ldquo;you see what it says on this sign? now stop your
+barking and go right away or i&#8217;ll call a policeman!&rdquo;</span>
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[Pg 138]</a></span></p>
+<h2>TOMMY AND HIS SISTER AND THEIR NEW PONY-CART</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY DEWITT CLINTON FALLS</strong></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img175a.png" width="500" height="206" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 5em; margin-right: 23em;">
+Tommy took his sister out in their new pony-cart for a ride.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 24em; margin-right: 5em; margin-top: -3.25em;">
+They met a little friend very soon, and asked her to ride, too.</p>
+
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img175b.png" width="500" height="248" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 5em; margin-right: 23em;">
+Then Billie came along and of course they had to invite him.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 24em; margin-right: 5em; margin-top: -3.25em;">
+But they had forgotten how fat Billie was, so their ride ended very
+suddenly!</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[Pg 139]</a></span></p>
+<h2>THE ADVENTURES OF THREE LITTLE KITTENS</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img176a.png" width="500" height="174" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 6em; margin-right: 22em;">
+<span class="smcap">&ldquo;hurrah! we are going to see the world!&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 22em; margin-right: 6em; margin-top: -3.25em;">
+<span class="smcap">&ldquo;oh dear, this is dreadful!&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img176b.png" width="500" height="174" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 6em; margin-right: 22em;">
+<span class="smcap">&ldquo;yes, it is sweet milk; it&#8217;s your turn next.&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 22em; margin-right: 6em; margin-top: -3.25em;">
+<span class="smcap">but they made such a noise that&mdash;</span></p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img176c.png" width="500" height="249" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 6em; margin-right: 22em;">
+<span class="smcap">jack came out and so frightened them that&mdash;</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 22em; margin-right: 6em; margin-top: -3.25em;">
+<span class="smcap">they ran home as fast as they could go.</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[Pg 140]</a></span></p>
+<h2>THE LITTLE KITTENS&#8217; SURPRISE</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img177a.png" width="500" height="228" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 6em; margin-right: 22em;">
+<span class="smcap">i. &ldquo;now kitties, lie down and go to sleep.&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 22em; margin-right: 6em; margin-top: -3.25em;">
+<span class="smcap">ii. &ldquo;what&#8217;s that noise? see! a mouse tail!&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img177b.png" width="500" height="200" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 6em; margin-right: 22em;">
+<span class="smcap">iii. they make a dash for the door, and&mdash;</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 22em; margin-right: 6em; margin-top: -3.25em;">
+<span class="smcap">begin to pull.</span></p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img177c.png" width="500" height="213" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 6em; margin-right: 22em;">
+<span class="smcap">now, &ldquo;all together!&rdquo;&mdash;</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 22em; margin-right: 6em; margin-top: -2em;">
+<span class="smcap">but this is what it was.</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[Pg 141]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 416px;">
+<img src="images/img178.png" width="416" height="600" alt="Teds foolish wish" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[Pg 142]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 416px;">
+<img src="images/img179.png" width="416" height="600" alt="Nonsense Rhyme" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[Pg 143]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 409px;">
+<img src="images/img180.png" width="409" height="600" alt="Timothy Trundle" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[Pg 144]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 383px;">
+<img src="images/img181.png" width="383" height="600" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[Pg 145]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 362px;">
+<img src="images/img182.png" width="362" height="500" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="center" style="margin-top: -2em;"><span class="smcap">an unwelcome guest</span></p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[Pg 146]</a></span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 376px;">
+<img src="images/img183.png" width="376" height="500" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">playmates</span><br />
+<span class="sml1">from photographs by harry w. frees</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[Pg 147]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 381px;">
+<img src="images/img184.png" width="381" height="500" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">more playmates</span><br />
+<span class="sml1">from photographs by harry w. frees</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[Pg 148]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 336px;">
+<img src="images/img185.png" width="336" height="500" alt="A Dream of Glory" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[Pg 149]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 416px;">
+<img src="images/img186.png" width="416" height="600" alt="Pictures" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>Top:
+<span class="smcap">doggie:&mdash;&mdash;&ldquo;don&#8217;t you know that it&#8217;s dangerous to sit on the third rail?&rdquo;<br />
+chorus of bunnies:&mdash;&mdash;&ldquo;may be, but at present it doesn&#8217;t seem nearly so
+dangerous as some places we know of.&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<p>Bottom:
+<span class="smcap">father owl to mr. woodpecker:&mdash;&mdash;&ldquo;hey! who&#8217;s that knocking out there?
+don&#8217;t you know better than to disturb our day&#8217;s rest? call again at a
+reasonable hour.&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[Pg 150]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 435px;">
+<img src="images/img187.png" width="435" height="600" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="center" style="margin-top: -37em;"><strong>THE REUNION OF THE BRUIN FAMILY<br />
+AT THE SEA SHORE.</strong></p>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 33em;">&nbsp;</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[Pg 151]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 438px;">
+<img src="images/img188.png" width="438" height="600" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>Top: <span class="smcap">&ldquo;now, children, this is one of the greatest and most dangerous
+temptations you will ever meet. i will show you how it works so that you
+may remember and always avoid it.&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<p><strong>THE BABY MICE ARE INSTRUCTED BY THEIR FOND PAPA</strong></p>
+
+<p>Bottom: <span class="smcap">and it worked finely!</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[Pg 152]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 429px;">
+<img src="images/img189.png" width="429" height="600" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="center" style="margin-top: -37em;"><strong>ROLY POLY ON VACATION</strong><br />
+<span class="smcap">drawn by culmer barnes</span></p>
+
+
+<p style="margin-top: 35em;">Top:
+<span class="smcap">conductor: &ldquo;all aboard for the jungle! step lively, please! both gates!&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<p>Bottom:
+<span class="smcap">the three giraffe boys: &ldquo;come on in, roly poly, we&#8217;re dying for a swim,
+but the water isn&#8217;t deep enough.&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[Pg 153]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>MOTHER GOOSE&#8217;S LAST TROLLEY RIDE</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 446px;">
+<img src="images/img190a.png" width="446" height="206" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">on a runaway car: &ldquo;here, you, conductor. i want a transfer and i want it
+NOW!&rdquo;</span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 446px;">
+<img src="images/img190b.png" width="446" height="384" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">mother goose: &ldquo;lucky for you i fell in the water. i&#8217;ll never trust
+myself on land again as long as i live.&rdquo;</span>
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[Pg 154]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>IVAN AND THE WOLF</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 425px;">
+<img src="images/img191.png" width="425" height="600" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>From top:<br />
+- <span class="smcap">ivan sees the wolf</span><br />
+- <span class="smcap">and takes refuge in a hollow tree</span><br />
+- <span class="smcap">having fastened the basket with his staff.</span><br />
+- <span class="smcap">while two baby bears left in the tree impede his way,</span><br />
+- <span class="smcap">the mother bear comes home,</span><br />
+- <span class="smcap">and ivan escapes with the cubs.</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[Pg 155]</a></span></p>
+<h2>HOMEWARD BOUND</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 447px;">
+<img src="images/img192a.png" width="447" height="319" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">mr. bunnie: &ldquo;come, mr. moley, try the elevated road, once.&rdquo;<br />
+mr. moley: &ldquo;no, thank you, i prefer the subway for several reasons. i
+can see so much better for one thing.&rdquo;</span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 447px;">
+<img src="images/img192b.png" width="447" height="232" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">the fretful porcupine: &ldquo;huh! nobody ever gives me a boost!&rdquo;</span>
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[Pg 156]</a></span></p>
+<h2>THEIR LITTLE JAR</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 475px;">
+<img src="images/img193a.png" width="475" height="128" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 3em;">1. <span class="smcap">two bears on mischief bound</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 22em; margin-top: -2em;">2. <span class="smcap">a big jar of honey found.</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 475px;">
+<img src="images/img193b.png" width="475" height="150" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 3em;">3. <span class="smcap">before they made a better plan</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 22em; margin-top: -2em;">4. <span class="smcap">both to eat at once began.</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 475px;">
+<img src="images/img193c.png" width="475" height="141" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 3em;">5. <span class="smcap">whitey bumped on bruin&#8217;s crown;</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 22em; margin-top: -2em;">6. <span class="smcap">bruin then pushed whitey down.</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 475px;">
+<img src="images/img193d.png" width="475" height="168" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 3em;">7. <span class="smcap">this to rough and tumble led,</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 22em; margin-top: -2em;">8. <span class="smcap">till they were heels over head.</span></p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[Pg 157]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 441px;">
+<img src="images/img194a.png" width="441" height="177" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 3em;">9. <span class="smcap">bruin thought he was in clover;</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 22em; margin-top: -2em;">10. <span class="smcap">whitey came and turned him over.</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 441px;">
+<img src="images/img194b.png" width="441" height="199" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 3em;">11. <span class="smcap">then did whitey roar with laughter,</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 22em; margin-top: -2em;">12. <span class="smcap">not aware what&#8217;s coming after&mdash;</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 441px;">
+<img src="images/img194c.png" width="441" height="138" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 3em;">13. <span class="smcap">the jar is broken on his head;</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 22em; margin-top: -2em;">14. <span class="smcap">jar and honey both are fled!</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 441px;">
+<img src="images/img194d.png" width="441" height="122" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 5em; margin-top: -6em;">15. <span class="smcap">sad and sorry,<br />very slow,</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 26em; margin-top: -3.5em;"><span class="smcap">see the comrades<br />homeward go.</span></p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[Pg 158]</a></span></p>
+<h2>Little Eski and the Polar Bear</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>An Arctic Story in Four Chapters</strong></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 439px;">
+<img src="images/img195.png" width="439" height="600" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+</div>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class="box">
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[Pg 159]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 391px;">
+<img src="images/img196.png" width="391" height="500" alt="Funny Verses and Pictures" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+</div>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class="box">
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[Pg 160]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 430px;">
+<img src="images/img197.png" width="430" height="600" alt="The Frogs Fiasco" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[Pg 161]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 432px;">
+<img src="images/img198.png" width="432" height="600" alt="The Frogs Fiasco" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[Pg 162]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 430px;">
+<img src="images/img199.png" width="430" height="600" alt="The Frogs Fiasco" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[Pg 163]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 428px;">
+<img src="images/img200.png" width="428" height="600" alt="The Frogs Fiasco" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[Pg 164]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 436px;">
+<img src="images/img201.png" width="436" height="600" alt="The Musical Trust" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[Pg 165]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 434px;">
+<img src="images/img202.png" width="434" height="600" alt="The Musical Trust" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[Pg 166]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 428px;">
+<img src="images/img203.png" width="428" height="600" alt="The Musical Trust" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[Pg 167]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 425px;">
+<img src="images/img204.png" width="425" height="600" alt="The Musical Trust" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[Pg 168]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 418px;">
+<img src="images/img205.png" width="418" height="600" alt="The Cautious Cat" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[Pg 169]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 421px;">
+<img src="images/img206.png" width="421" height="600" alt="The Cautious Cat" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[Pg 170]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 417px;">
+<img src="images/img207.png" width="417" height="600" alt="The Cautious Cat" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[Pg 171]</a></span></p>
+<h2>THREE LITTLE BEARS</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 462px;">
+<img src="images/img208a.png" width="462" height="160" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-top: -3em;" class="center"><strong>BY M. C. McNEILL</strong></p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">
+Three little bears came into the town.<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;How do you do?&rdquo; said everybody.</span><br />
+Their faces were smiling, with never a frown.<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;How sweet!&rdquo; said everybody.</span><br />
+The three little bears made three little bows.<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;How very polite!&rdquo; said everybody.</span><br />
+They bowed as boys bow in dancing-school.<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;What airs and what grace!&rdquo; said everybody.</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 153px;">
+<img src="images/img208b.png" width="153" height="103" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">
+One little bear had a little red coat.<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;How smart!&rdquo; said everybody.</span><br />
+One had a tippet all made of soft down.<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;How cozy and warm!&rdquo; said everybody.</span><br />
+And one was a fiddler of great renown.<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;What charming music!&rdquo; said everybody.</span></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 80px; margin-left: 5em;">
+<img src="images/img208d.png" width="80" height="128" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">
+The three little bears began then to dance.<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;How cute!&rdquo; said everybody.</span><br />
+&ldquo;What do you want, you little black bears<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">With manners so nice?&rdquo; said everybody.</span><br />
+&ldquo;I don&#8217;t like to be a fool, so I want to go to school,&rdquo;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Said the red-coated bear to everybody.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">
+Then Tommy Perkins, making a bow,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Right in front of everybody,</span><br />
+Took down his book and his slate as well,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And began to explain to everybody</span><br />
+Just what the little black bears should do<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To read and to cipher like everybody.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">
+&ldquo;Sit up quite straight, and mind your stops;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Say, &lsquo;A, B, C,&rsquo; for everybody.&rdquo;</span><br />
+&ldquo;A, B, C,&rdquo; said the three little bears,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">All in one voice, to everybody.</span><br />
+&ldquo;A, B, C! What fiddle-dee-dee!&rdquo;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was whispered aloud by everybody.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">
+&ldquo;I want to count,&rdquo; said one little bear.<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;One! Two! Three! Four!&rdquo; shouted everybody.</span><br />
+&ldquo;We&#8217;re not at all deaf!&rdquo; said the three little bears.<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;Oh! I beg your pardon!&rdquo; said everybody.</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 196px;">
+<img src="images/img208c.png" width="196" height="119" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em;">
+&ldquo;We&#8217;d like to learn manners,&rdquo; said the three little bears;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;And we&#8217;d like to learn from everybody,</span><br />
+But every one hasn&#8217;t fine manners,&rdquo; they said.<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;Some have very bad manners,&rdquo; said everybody.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em;">
+&ldquo;What manners you have may be better than ours,&rdquo;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Said the three little bears to everybody,</span><br />
+&ldquo;For we live in the wood&mdash;which no manners requires.&rdquo;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;Then how did you learn?&rdquo; said everybody.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em;">
+&ldquo;For when you came in you were quite as polite<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">As Tommy Perkins,&rdquo; said everybody.</span><br />
+&ldquo;You bowed and you danced, while we all sat entranced,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">So sweet were the notes,&rdquo; said everybody.</span></p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[Pg 172]</a></span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em;">
+&ldquo;You wanted to learn to say, &lsquo;A, B, C,&rsquo;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Like good little bears,&rdquo; said everybody.</span><br />
+&ldquo;And when we exclaimed, &lsquo;Such fiddle-dee-dee!&rsquo;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">No notice you took,&rdquo; said everybody.</span><br />
+&ldquo;And when we all shouted out, &lsquo;One! Two! Three! Four!&rsquo;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Instead of roaring,&rdquo; said everybody,</span><br />
+&ldquo;You gently reminded us all that in school<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">We must not be noisy,&rdquo; said everybody.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em;">
+&ldquo;If you won&#8217;t teach us manners,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">We&#8217;re going back home,&rdquo;</span><br />
+Said the three little bears to everybody.<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;For after the night falls it won&#8217;t do to roam;</span><br />
+So we&#8217;ll say our farewells to everybody.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em;">
+Then they stood up and bowed, and held out their paws,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And shook hands all round with everybody.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em;">
+&ldquo;We&#8217;ll dance all the way, for we know how to play,&rdquo;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Said the three little bears to everybody.</span><br />
+&ldquo;And with our best compliments we wish you good day.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em;">
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;Good day and good luck!&rdquo; said everybody.</span></p>
+
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img209.png" width="500" height="175" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="SNOWMAN" id="SNOWMAN"></a>
+<h2>THE SNOWMAN</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY W. W. ELLSWORTH</strong></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+One day we built a snowman.<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">We made him out of snow;</span><br />
+You&#8217;d ought to see how fine he was&mdash;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">All white from top to toe!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+We poured some water on him,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And froze him, legs and ears;</span><br />
+And when we went indoors to bed<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;"><em>I</em> said he&#8217;d last two years.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+But in the night a warmer kind<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of wind began to blow,</span><br />
+And winter cried and ran away,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And with it ran the snow.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+And in the morning when we went<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To bid our friend good day,</span><br />
+There wasn&#8217;t any snowman there&mdash;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><em>Everything</em>&#8217;d runned away!</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 350px;">
+<img src="images/img209b.png" width="350" height="141" alt="page decoration" title="" />
+</div>
+
+</div>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class="box">
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[Pg 173]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 570px;">
+<img src="images/img210.png" width="570" height="130" alt="Animal Stories" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+</div>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class="box">
+
+
+<a name="WINDBALL" id="WINDBALL"></a>
+<h2>TINY HARE AND THE WIND BALL</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">a story for very little folk to read. no word in it has more than four
+letters</span></p>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY A. L. SYKES</strong></p>
+
+
+<p>&ldquo;I want to do just as I like,&rdquo; said Tiny Hare to his Mama one day, as he
+ran to the door of his home.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;What do you want to do, my dear?&rdquo; she said.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I do not know, but I want to do just as I like,&rdquo; said Tiny Hare.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 263px;">
+<img src="images/img210b.png" width="263" height="336" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&ldquo;soon MAN came by.&rdquo;</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>&ldquo;You may run out a wee bit of a way, and run and jump and play in the
+sun,&rdquo; said his Mama.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I do not want to run and jump and play. I want to do just as I like,&rdquo;
+said Tiny Hare.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;You may eat the good food that you can find near our home,&rdquo; said his
+Mama, &ldquo;but if you go far MAN may get you, or DOG may eat you, or HAWK
+may fly away with you.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I do not want to eat the good food that I can see here. I want to do
+just as I like.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Papa Hare then said very low and deep, &ldquo;<em>What</em> do you want to do, my
+son?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I do not know,&rdquo; said Tiny Hare, &ldquo;but I want to do just as I like.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[Pg 174]</a></span></p>
+<p>Then said Papa Hare, &ldquo;Do not wake me from my nap any more now, and when
+the big moon is high in the sky, and it is just like day. I will take
+you far out in the wood, and you may run and jump and play and eat, and
+be very safe, for MAN will be in his home, and DOG in his, and HAWK in
+hers.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I do not want to go out in the wood, and run and jump and play when the
+moon is high in the sky. I want to do just as I like.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Do not wake me,&rdquo; said Papa Hare, and he shut his eyes and put his ears
+down.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Come here,&rdquo; said Mama Hare, &ldquo;and I will tell you a tale of the cold
+time of the year when snow is over bush and tree and our good food, and
+what came to the hare who did just as his Mama told him not to. Step,
+step, step in the snow he went till he came to the Red Fire, and&mdash;&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I do not want to hear the tale,&rdquo; said Tiny Hare. &ldquo;I want to do just as
+I like.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 268px;">
+<img src="images/img211.png" width="268" height="355" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&ldquo;he saw HAWK far up in the sky.&rdquo;</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Do not wake me from my nap, then,&rdquo; said his Mama, and she shut <em>her</em>
+eyes and put <em>her</em> ears down.</p>
+
+<p>Just then Tiny Hare saw a Wind Ball roll by. A Wind Ball is the part of
+one kind of a weed that is left when the weed does not grow any more,
+and it is dry and like wool, and it can roll like a ball, and fly as
+fast as a bird.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I can run as fast as you,&rdquo; said Tiny Hare. &ldquo;I can do just as I like,
+and I want to get you.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>On went the Wind Ball, roll, roll, roll, and on went Tiny Hare, leap,
+leap, leap. Just as he was near it, the Wind Ball rose into the air, and
+flew like a bird, and on went Tiny Hare, jump, jump, jump. Roll and fly,
+roll and fly went the Wind Ball, and leap and jump, leap and jump went
+Tiny Hare till he was not able to run any more, and his feet were sore.
+He lay down to rest, but soon MAN came by, and Tiny Hare ran into a hole
+in a tree, and now how he <em>did</em> wish that he was at home!</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 260px;">
+<img src="images/img211b.png" width="260" height="256" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&ldquo;DOG came by, and tiny hare ran into a hole.&rdquo;</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>By and by he came out to try to hunt for his home, and DOG came by, and
+Tiny Hare ran into a hole in a wall, and how he <em>did</em> wish he was at
+home! By and by he came out to try to hunt for his home, and he ran, and
+he ran, and he ran! And, by and by, he saw HAWK far up in the sky, and
+Tiny Hare ran into a bush, and how he <em>did</em> wish he was at home.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[Pg 175]</a></span></p>
+<p>By and by he came out to try to hunt for his home, and Wind Ball went by
+once more.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I can&#8217;t get you, and I don&#8217;t want to,&rdquo; said Tiny Hare, but the wind was
+low, and Wind Ball went roll, roll, roll, slow, slow, slow, and Tiny
+Hare went with it, limp, limp, limp, and by and by he saw his home. Tiny
+Hare ran as fast as a hare with lame feet can run, and soon he went in
+and lay down in the home by his Mama.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I have not been good, Mama,&rdquo; he said very low in her ear in a way that
+a tiny hare has.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Be good now, then,&rdquo; she said.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I want to,&rdquo; said Tiny Hare, and then he said, &ldquo;Do not wake me,&rdquo; and he
+shut <em>his</em> eyes, and put <em>his</em> ears down, and they <em>all</em> took a nap.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 412px;">
+<img src="images/img212.png" width="412" height="217" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr style='width: 25%;' />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 480px;">
+<img src="images/img212b.png" width="480" height="313" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[Pg 176]</a></span></p>
+<h2>HOW TINY HARE MET CAT</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">[in words of not more than four letters]</span></p>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY A. L. SYKES</strong></p>
+
+<p>Once, just as the long, dark time that is at the end of each day came,
+Mama Hare said to Tiny Hare, who was at play,</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Come in, now, it is time for bed. You know you must hide from Man, and
+Dog, and Hawk; but I must tell you that you are to hide from Cat, also.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Who is CAT?&rdquo; said Tiny Hare.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;CAT is not so big as DOG. She has soft fur and two big wild eyes.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;She is just like me,&rdquo; said Tiny Hare. &ldquo;I have soft fur and big eyes;
+then CAT is just a Hare.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;The very idea!&rdquo; said Mama Hare. &ldquo;You have not big <em>wild</em> eyes, and your
+tail is not long like CAT&#8217;S. CAT is not good for a Hare to meet. She can
+run very fast, and she has a claw for each toe,&rdquo; and she gave Tiny Hare
+a wee bite.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Does CAT live in our wood?&rdquo; said Tiny Hare.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img213.png" width="500" height="246" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">tiny hare sees cat by the fire.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>&ldquo;No, she is with MAN and DOG, but she goes out in the day time or at
+dark, and she can get a Tiny Hare who runs away from home when he is
+<em>too</em> tiny.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Am I too tiny?&rdquo; said Tiny Hare. &ldquo;Yes, yes, yes; far too tiny,&rdquo; said his
+Mama; and <em>how</em> she did wash him from his head to his feet!</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I wish to see CAT,&rdquo; said Tiny Hare.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;No, no, no,&rdquo; said his Mama; and <em>how</em> she did wash his soft fur!</p>
+
+<p>He did not wish to see CAT for many, many days, but one day the rain
+came, and it was cold, and his Mama told him to stay at home in the dry
+hay.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[Pg 177]</a></span></p>
+<p>&ldquo;I want to go with you,&rdquo; said Tiny Hare to his Mama and Papa when they
+were to go out for food.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;It is too wet,&rdquo; said his Mama. &ldquo;If your fur gets too wet you can&#8217;t run
+far and fast, and it is not safe for you to go.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I like rain. I like the wet. I want to go out. I want to do just as I
+like,&rdquo; said Tiny Hare, and he laid his ears back, and half shut his
+eyes, and put his pink lip out, and did not look kind.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Hush!&rdquo; said Papa Hare, in a low, deep tone. And Mama Hare and Papa Hare
+went away, and left Tiny Hare at home.</p>
+
+<p>Do you know what Tiny Hare did then? Oh, it was not good!</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img214.png" width="500" height="236" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&ldquo;when he saw tiny hare he gave a loud bark,
+&lsquo;bow-wow-wow-wow!&rsquo;&rdquo;</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I will go to see CAT,&rdquo; he said, very loud. He ran out, over the damp
+moss in the wet, wet wood, and, oh, dear me! up the path to the door of
+MAN and CAT. The door was open. CAT sat by the fire in a box. She was
+most sad, for once she had two baby cats in that box, and now they were
+gone. She did not purr. She did not eat. She did not wash her soft fur.
+She just sat by the fire and was sad. By and by she was <em>so</em> sad with no
+baby cat to love that she said very low and deep: &ldquo;Mew! Mew!&rdquo; Tiny Hare
+was so wet and so weak he just <em>had</em> to lie down on the step. Then CAT
+saw him.</p>
+
+<p>How fast she did jump out of the box, and run to the door! Tiny Hare saw
+her long tail, and her big wild eyes. He shut his eyes; and how he <em>did</em>
+wish he was at home! But CAT did not eat him. She took him in her soft
+lips, and laid him in the box by the fire.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;<em>Now</em> she will eat me,&rdquo; said Tiny Hare; and how he <em>did</em> wish he was at
+home!</p>
+
+<p>Then MAN and DOG came in. MAN was wet, and had much mud on him. He took
+the box away from the fire to put fresh hay in it, and then he saw Tiny
+Hare. Then MAN went near the fire to get warm and dry, and DOG ran to
+CAT to look at her baby cat. When he saw Tiny Hare he gave a loud bark,
+&ldquo;Bow-wow-wow-wow!&rdquo; and his tail did not wag any more. But just as he was
+to JUMP on Tiny Hare, CAT put a claw on his nose.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[Pg 178]</a></span></p>
+<p>&ldquo;Wow!&rdquo; said DOG, and MAN made DOG lie down, and he came once more to
+look at CAT in her box. &ldquo;Well, well,&rdquo; said he, &ldquo;a hare for a baby cat!
+Do you mean to eat it, Puss?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Purr, purr, purr,&rdquo; said CAT, and Tiny Hare did not like to hear her
+purr, and he said: &ldquo;She <em>will</em> eat me now&rdquo;; and how he <em>did</em> wish he was
+at home!</p>
+
+<p>CAT did not want to eat Tiny Hare, but she did want to wash him, and
+play that he was her own baby cat. And she did wash him, oh, <em>so</em> hard,
+and <em>so</em> much, from head to feet, and from feet to head, over and over
+and over. She gave him a wee bite now and then when she felt a knot in
+his wet fur.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Wee! Wee! Wee!&rdquo; said Tiny Hare, very loud and high, when she hurt him
+too much, but CAT did not care, and did not stop.</p>
+
+<p>By and by when Tiny Hare was warm and dry, and his fur was like silk,
+MAN and DOG went out to tea; and CAT saw that the eyes of Tiny Hare were
+shut, so <em>she</em> went out to tea. When CAT was gone, oh, how fast did Tiny
+Hare <em>jump</em> out of the box, and <em>run</em> out of the door, and <em>skip</em> up the
+long road, and <em>leap</em> past the wet wood, home to his Mama. The rain was
+over, and the sun was warm, so he was now dry, and his fur was like
+silk.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I <em>will</em> be good now, Mama.&rdquo; &ldquo;Oh, dear,&rdquo; said his Mama. &ldquo;This is a
+CAT.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Oh, no, no, no, no, NO!&rdquo; said Tiny Hare. &ldquo;I <em>am</em> your Tiny Hare.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Is it our Tiny Hare?&rdquo; said Mama Hare to wise Papa Hare.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Yes,&rdquo; said Papa Hare, &ldquo;it is, but he is too much like CAT.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Tiny Hare was not glad, and he did not want to play, so he sat near his
+home till the dark came. Then his Mama grew too sad for his sake, and
+she came out to him. How she <em>did</em> rub him with moss and hay, and how
+she <em>did</em> wash him, from his head to his feet. Tiny Hare did not like
+it, but he did not say one word.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;<em>Now</em>, you <em>are</em> like my dear Tiny Hare,&rdquo; she said at last, and she
+took him home. When it grew dark, Tiny Hare said: &ldquo;I am your Tiny Hare,
+and I <em>will</em> be good now,&rdquo; and Papa Hare said, &ldquo;Yes, I am <em>sure</em> you
+will,&rdquo; and gave the ear of Tiny Hare a wee bite for love.</p>
+
+<p>Then Mama Hare put <em>her</em> ears down, and Papa Hare put <em>his</em> ears down,
+and Tiny Hare put <em>his</em> ears down, and they all took a long, long nap
+till the dawn.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 440px;">
+<img src="images/img215.png" width="440" height="245" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">tiny hare at home.</span>
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[Pg 179]</a></span></p>
+<h2>THE WEE HARE AND THE RED FIRE</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">[in words of not more than four letters]</span></p>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY A. L. SYKES</strong></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 227px;">
+<img src="images/img216.png" width="227" height="264" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>One day in the cold time when he lay snug and warm by his Mama, Tiny
+Hare said, &ldquo;Tell me of the hare who went step, step, step in the snow
+till he came to the RED FIRE.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>So his Mama gave him a hug and said:</p>
+
+<p>Once upon a time was a wise Wee Hare who knew how to run fast when MAN
+came by. He knew how to hide when DOG was near, and when he saw the dark
+spot in the sky that HAWK made, how fast he did jump to his Mama! But
+Wee Hare did not like to go out and run and jump and play in the sun.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I do not want to run and jump and play in the sun. I want to run far,
+far in the wood, and find the red bush. I have seen it away off in the
+dark. It is good for me to eat, I know.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;It is FIRE,&rdquo; said his Mama. &ldquo;Only MAN can make it, and it is not good
+for you. It can burn and hurt. You may eat the good food that you can
+find near our home,&rdquo; and she bit his ear for a kiss.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I do not want to eat the good food that I can see here. I want to do
+just as I like. I want to pick the red food from the red bush. I know it
+is like buds in the warm time.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Hush,&rdquo; said Papa Hare, very low and deep. &ldquo;You are not good. When you
+are good, and the moon is high in the sky, and it is just like day, I
+will take you far out in the wood, and you may run and jump and play and
+eat the food that is best for you.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I do not want to go out in the wood, and run and jump and play when the
+moon is high in the sky. I want to do just as I like. I want to eat the
+red buds from the red bush,&rdquo; said the Wee Hare.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Shut your eyes, and put your ears down, and take your nap,&rdquo; said his
+Mama. &ldquo;You are too tiny to go away from me. Now, hush, do not say one
+more word. The red bush is the RED FIRE. It can hurt and burn. MAN has
+it, and DOG is with man. They can hurt you, and if you run too far in
+the wood, WIND may blow too hard for a wee hare, and SNOW may come and
+bury you. Shut your eyes, and put your ears down, and take your nap.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>It was noon; the sun was high in the sky.</p>
+
+<p>Good Papa Hare took <em>his</em> nap, and Mama Hare took <em>her</em> nap. The Wee
+Hare shut his eyes, and put his ears down, but he took no nap. By and by
+he<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[Pg 180]</a></span> went out of the door, and ran and ran till he came to the wood. Then
+he ran and ran in the wood, but he did not come to the RED FIRE, and he
+ran and ran and ran till his feet were sore, but he did not come to the
+RED FIRE, and he ran and ran and ran and ran till he was not able to run
+any more, and no RED FIRE did he see. He lay down to rest in a bush, and
+very soon his eyes were shut, and he did not see or hear, for it was
+long past the hour for his nap. When he woke SNOW lay on all the open
+ways of the wood. The Wee Hare gave a leap from his bush, for he knew
+that SNOW can grow deep and deep, and a wee hare cannot walk in it. How
+he <em>did</em> wish he was at home!</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img217.png" width="500" height="298" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&ldquo;then dog said: &lsquo;wow!&rsquo; and put his ears up.&rdquo;</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>The sun was far down in the west, and its last rays lay red on the SNOW.
+Step, step, step went the lame Wee Hare in the cold SNOW. He went back
+into the wood to try to find his way home. It grew gray, and it grew
+dark, and SNOW grew so deep that the Wee Hare had hard work to walk.
+Then WIND came. It was <em>so</em> cold, and blew him out of the path, and how
+he <em>did</em> wish he was at home! Step, step, step in the SNOW he went. The
+WIND blew more and more.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I can not walk; my feet are too lame,&rdquo; said the Wee Hare, and just then
+he saw the RED FIRE! It grew in the path in the wood, and by it sat MAN
+and DOG. Oh, how the Wee Hare felt! His nose grew hot, and his ears grew
+cold, and he was not able to move. Then DOG said &ldquo;WOW!&rdquo; and put his ears
+up, but MAN said: &ldquo;Lie down,&rdquo; and DOG lay down by the RED FIRE. The Wee
+Hare went into a tiny, tiny hole in a tree, and sat on his feet to warm
+them. He saw the RED FIRE. He did not like to see it. MAN and DOG did
+not let it come too near them, and he saw <em>them</em> keep away from the RED
+FIRE.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[Pg 181]</a></span></p>
+<p>&ldquo;They fear it, too,&rdquo; said the Wee Hare. &ldquo;It is not good for me. I must
+take care or it will come and hurt me.&rdquo; He sat on his cold feet, and did
+not dare to take a nap.</p>
+
+<p>By and by MAN put SNOW over the RED FIRE, and he and DOG went away, and
+the Wee Hare went step, step, step in the snow, soft, soft, soft, for
+fear.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I <em>wish</em> I had been good,&rdquo; said the Wee Hare, and WIND and SNOW were
+able to hear, and they felt sad for a wee hare.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img218.png" width="500" height="303" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&ldquo;how fast he went&mdash;hop, skip, and jump!&rdquo;</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>&ldquo;We will help him,&rdquo; they said, but low and soft so he did not hear. The
+moon came up high in the sky till it was just like day, and it grew very
+cold. SNOW grew hard as ice in the cold, and the Wee Hare did not sink
+in it any more. WIND did not blow so hard. It came back of Wee Hare now,
+push, push, push, to help the Wee Hare over the SNOW. How fast he
+went&mdash;hop, skip, and jump! Soon he came to his home. How glad he was! He
+went in and lay down by his Mama.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I have not been good, Mama,&rdquo; he said, very low in her ear.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Be good now, then,&rdquo; his Mama said, and he did not know how glad she was
+to have him back.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I want to be good,&rdquo; said the Wee Hare; and he shut his eyes, and put
+his ears down, and they all took a nap till the dawn came.</p>
+
+
+<p>&ldquo;Just like us,&rdquo; said Tiny Hare, and he was glad that <em>he</em> lay snug and
+warm by <em>his</em> Mama, and he was glad she had told him the tale of the Wee
+Hare and the RED FIRE.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 25%;' />
+
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[Pg 182]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img219.png" width="500" height="302" alt="The Good King" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>Once upon a time there was a King in Spain who had only one leg. He was
+a Good King and he had a big Animal Farm where he kept all the animals
+who had lost one or more of their legs.</p>
+
+<p>In another part of Spain there was a Little Half Chick with only one
+eye, one wing and one leg. The other chickens with two eyes and two legs
+gobbled up the corn so fast that Little Half Chick was nearly starved.</p>
+
+<p>One day a Donkey told Little Half Chick about the Good King and his
+Animal Farm. Little Half Chick at once started hoppity-hop for Mother
+Hen and said,</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Mother Hen, I am going to Madrid to see the Good King.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;All right,&rdquo; said Mother Hen, &ldquo;good luck to you.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>So Little Half Chick started off, hoppity-hop, hoppity-hop along the
+road to Madrid to see the Good King.</p>
+
+<p>Soon she met a Two-legged Cat going along hippity-hip, hippity-hip on
+her leg and crutch. The Cat said,</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Hello, Little Half Chick, where are you going so fast?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Little Half Chick said, &ldquo;I am going to Madrid to see the Good King.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;May I go too?&rdquo; said the Two-legged Cat.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Yes,&rdquo; said Little Half Chick, &ldquo;fall in behind.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>So the Cat fell in behind. Hoppity-hop, hoppity-hop went Little Half
+Chick. Hippity-hip, hippity-hip went the Two-legged Cat.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[Pg 183]</a></span></p>
+<p>Soon they met a Three-legged Dog going along humpity-hump, humpity-hump.
+The Dog said:</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Hello, Little Half Chick, where are you going so fast?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Little Half Chick said &ldquo;I am going to Madrid to see the Good King.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;May I go too?&rdquo; said the Three-legged Dog.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Yes,&rdquo; said Little Half Chick, &ldquo;fall in behind.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 499px;">
+<img src="images/img220.png" width="499" height="331" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&ldquo;They Both Laughed as All These Funny Animals Came Up.&rdquo;</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>So the Dog fell in behind. Hoppity-hop, hoppity-hop went Little Half
+Chick. Hippity-hip, hippity-hip went the Two-legged Cat. Humpity-hump,
+humpity-hump went the Three-legged Dog.</p>
+
+<p>Soon they met a One-legged Crow going along jumpity-jump, jumpity-jump.
+The Crow said:</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Hello, Little Half Chick, where are you going so fast?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Little Half Chick said: &ldquo;I am going to Madrid to see the Good King.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;May I go too?&rdquo; said the One-legged Crow.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Yes,&rdquo; said Little Half Chick, &ldquo;fall in behind.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>So the Crow fell in behind. Hoppity-hop, hoppity-hop went Little Half
+Chick. Hippity-hip, hippity-hip went the Two-legged Cat. Humpity-hump,
+humpity-hump went the Three-legged Dog. Jumpity-jump, jumpity-jump went
+the One-legged Crow.</p>
+
+<p>Soon they met a Snake with no legs at all. He had caught his tail in his
+teeth and was rolling along loopity-loop, loopity-loop. The Snake said:</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Hello, Little Half Chick, where are you going so fast?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I am going to Madrid to see the Good King,&rdquo; said Little Half Chick.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;May I go, too?&rdquo; said the Snake.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Yes,&rdquo; said Little Half Chick, &ldquo;fall in behind.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[Pg 184]</a></span></p>
+<p>So the Snake fell in behind. Hoppity-hop, hoppity-hop went Little Half
+Chick. Hippity-hip, hippity-hip went the Two-legged Cat. Humpity-hump,
+humpity-hump went the Three-legged Dog. Jumpity-jump, jumpity-jump went
+the One-legged Crow. Loopity-loop, loopity-loop went the Snake with no
+legs at all.</p>
+
+<p>Soon they came to Madrid and saw the Good King. With the King was his
+little daughter Margaret. They both laughed as all these funny animals
+came up. The King said to Little Margaret:</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Do you want to see us all go out to the Animal Farm?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Yes,&rdquo; said Little Margaret, &ldquo;I will lead the way.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>So she led the way along the street to the Animal Farm. Behind Margaret
+came the One-legged King. Next came the Little Half Chick, next the
+Two-legged Cat, next the Three-legged Dog, next the One-legged Crow, and
+last of all the Snake with no legs at all. So they all went out to the
+Animal Farm. And there they lived happily ever after.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img221.png" width="500" height="268" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<hr style='width: 25%;' />
+
+<a name="ANDLATE" id="ANDLATE"></a>
+<h2>EARLY AND LATE</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap"><strong>By W. S. Reed</strong></span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">Go to bed early&mdash;wake up with joy;<br />
+Go to bed late&mdash;cross girl or boy.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">Go to bed early&mdash;ready for play;<br />
+Go to bed late&mdash;moping all day.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">Go to bed early&mdash;no pains or ills;<br />
+Go to bed late&mdash;doctors and pills.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">Go to bed early&mdash;grow very tall;<br />
+Go to bed late&mdash;stay very small.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[Pg 185]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img222.png" width="500" height="271" alt="The Little Pink Pig and the Big Road" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY JASMINE STONE VAN DRESSER</strong></p>
+
+<p>Once there was a little pink pig with five little spotted brothers and
+sisters. They had a nice home in the wood lot with their mama, and a
+nice yard with a little white fence around it. The little pigs were very
+happy playing in the yard. They made mud pies and baked them in the sun.</p>
+
+<p>One day the little pink pig asked his mama to let him go out of the gate
+into the big road.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;You are too little and do not know enough yet,&rdquo; said his mama. &ldquo;When
+you grow bigger I shall teach you about the big road, and then you may
+go. Now, be a good little pig, and run and play with your brothers and
+sisters.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>But the little pink pig would not play with his brothers and sisters. He
+ran off in a corner by himself and would not make mud pies.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 266px;">
+<img src="images/img222b.png" width="266" height="189" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&ldquo;the black and white thing rolled him over in the dust.&rdquo;</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>Pretty soon the milkman came in his wagon to bring the milk for dinner.
+He carried it in and knocked at the back door, and poured it in a pail
+for mama. Then he ran out as fast as he could and hopped up in his wagon
+and drove away.</p>
+
+<p>But he forgot to close the gate.</p>
+
+<p>The little pink pig saw the gate was open, and he ran right out into the
+big road.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[Pg 186]</a></span></p>
+<p>&ldquo;I will show my mama how much I know,&rdquo; he said. And he trotted down the
+big road as fast as his little pink legs would carry him.</p>
+
+<p>He had not gone very far when he saw a big black and white thing. The
+black and white thing ran after the little pig, and rolled him over in
+the dust.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 160px;">
+<img src="images/img223.png" width="160" height="316" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&ldquo;and he took the little pink pig home.&rdquo;</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>The little pig squealed and squealed, and the black and white thing
+rolled him and rolled him over, and kept saying &ldquo;Bow wow!&rdquo; But by and by
+he turned and went away.</p>
+
+<p>The little pig got up and tried to shake off the dust, but he couldn&#8217;t
+shake it all off. He wanted to go home, but he had rolled over and over
+so much, that he couldn&#8217;t tell where home was. So he ran into a
+cornfield to hide, till he was sure the black and white thing was gone.</p>
+
+<p>Pretty soon a man came along and found him in the cornfield and said:</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Hello, pink pig, are you eating my corn?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Oh, no!&rdquo; said the little pig. &ldquo;I would not eat your corn.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Then you should keep out of my cornfield,&rdquo; said the man. &ldquo;I will take
+you home and shut you in a pen.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>And he took the little pink pig home and shut him up in a pen.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I do not want to be shut up. Please let me out,&rdquo; said the little pink
+pig.</p>
+
+<p>But the man did not let him out. It was not a nice pen, and the little
+pig got all muddy and dirty in it. He wished he was at home in his own
+little house with his mama, and his spotted brothers and sisters.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 262px;">
+<img src="images/img223b.png" width="262" height="207" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&ldquo;the big red thing tossed the little pink pig in the
+air.&rdquo;</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>He ran round and round till he found a little hole in the fence. He was
+such a tiny pig that he squeezed through the hole and got out, though he
+had a hard time, for the buttons on his jacket got caught, and he could
+hardly get loose. He did not know which way to go to find his home, but
+he ran as fast as he could to get away from the pen.</p>
+
+<p>He ran through a fence into a big place where there was plenty of grass.
+There were some very big red things in there, and one saw the little pig
+and ran after him.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Oh, dear!&rdquo; said the little pink pig (only he was not pink any more
+because he was all covered with mud), &ldquo;are you a big pig?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>The big red thing shook its head and said &ldquo;Moo!&rdquo; and tossed the little
+pig up in the air. The little pig fell on the ground with a hard bump.
+He lay still till the red thing went away. Then he got up and ran as
+fast as he could.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[Pg 187]</a></span></p>
+<p>He ran out in the road, and right into a black and white speckled thing
+with two legs. The speckled thing puffed up and said &ldquo;Squawk!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>The little pig ran as fast as he could because he thought the speckled
+thing was chasing him. But it wasn&#8217;t.</p>
+
+<p>The little pig did not know where he was running, and he did not have
+time to find out. The first thing he knew he almost ran into a lot of
+two-legged things. They had big yellow mouths.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 262px;">
+<img src="images/img224.png" width="262" height="149" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&ldquo;&lsquo;hiss!&rsquo; it said, and it nipped the little pig&#8217;s leg.&rdquo;</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>One of them said &ldquo;Hiss-ss!&rdquo; and ran out and nipped the little pig&#8217;s hind
+leg. The little pig squealed and ran the other way.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Oh, dear!&rdquo; he thought, &ldquo;if I ever get back to my mama, I will never try
+to go down the big road again, till she teaches me what these queer
+things are.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Just then he found himself in front of his own little house with the
+white fence around it. He ran into the house and told his mama
+everything that had happened to him. &ldquo;Oh, mama,&rdquo; he said, &ldquo;what was the
+black and white thing?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 268px;">
+<img src="images/img224b.png" width="268" height="172" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&ldquo;the speckled thing puffed up and said &lsquo;squawk!&rsquo;&rdquo;</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>&ldquo;It was a dog,&rdquo; she said. &ldquo;Dogs sometimes chase little pigs.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Oh, mama,&rdquo; he said, &ldquo;a man found me in his cornfield and put me in a
+pen.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;You must keep out of cornfields,&rdquo; said mama. &ldquo;People do not like pigs
+in their cornfields.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Oh, mama, what was the big red thing with sharp things on top of its
+head?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;It was a cow,&rdquo; said mama. &ldquo;You should not go where cows are till you
+are big enough to keep out of their way.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Oh, mama, what was the speckled thing that puffed up and said
+&lsquo;Squawk?&rsquo;&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;It was a hen,&rdquo; said mama. &ldquo;She was not chasing you, she was only going
+to the other side of the road.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Oh, mama, what was the white thing that nipped me?&rdquo; &ldquo;It was a goose.
+You should always keep away from them.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 194px;">
+<img src="images/img224c.png" width="194" height="141" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">the little pink pig runs home to his mother.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Oh, mama, this is a big world, and there are lots of funny things in
+it.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Yes,&rdquo; said mama. &ldquo;That is why it is best for little pigs not to go out
+on the big road till they know more. You need not be afraid of anything
+if you know what it is. You have learned a great deal today for such a
+little pig, but if you are patient and wait till I teach you, you will
+not have such a hard time. We shall walk out every day, and I will teach
+you how a little pig can take care of himself all the time.&rdquo; Then she
+put the little pig in the wash-tub, for he was all covered with mud, and
+washed him nicely&mdash;and before long he was the little pink pig again.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[Pg 188]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img225.png" width="500" height="161" alt="Juggerjook" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Oh, Mama!&rdquo; cried Fuzzy Wuz, running into the burrow where her mother
+lay dozing, &ldquo;may I go walking with Chatter Chuk?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Wuz opened one eye sleepily and looked at Fuzzy.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;If you are careful,&rdquo; she said; &ldquo;and don&#8217;t go near Juggerjook&#8217;s den; and
+watch the sun so as to get home before the shadows fall.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, yes; of course,&rdquo; returned Fuzzy, eagerly.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;And don&#8217;t let Chatter Chuk lead you into mischief,&rdquo; continued Mrs. Wuz,
+rubbing one long ear with her paw lazily. &ldquo;Those red squirrels are
+reckless things and haven&#8217;t much sense.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Chatter&#8217;s all right,&rdquo; protested Fuzzy Wuz. &ldquo;He&#8217;s the best friend I have
+in the forest. Good-by, Mother.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Is your face clean, Fuzzy?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I&#8217;ve just washed it, Mother.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;With both paws, right and left?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, Mother.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Then run along and be careful.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, Mother.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Fuzzy turned and darted from the burrow, and in the bright sunshine
+outside sat Chatter Chuk on his hind legs, cracking an acorn.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;What&#8217;d she say, Fuz?&rdquo; asked the red squirrel.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;All right, I can go, Chat. But I&#8217;ve got to be careful.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>As the white rabbit hopped away through the bushes and he glided along
+beside her, Chatter Chuk laughed.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Your people are always careful, Fuz,&rdquo; said he. &ldquo;That&#8217;s why you see so
+little of the world, and lose all the fun in life.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I know,&rdquo; replied Fuzzy, a little ashamed. &ldquo;Father is always singing
+this song to me:</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+   <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">&ldquo;Little Bunny,<br /></span>
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Don&#8217;t get funny;</span><br />
+Run along and mind your eye;<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">It&#8217;s the habit</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Of a rabbit</span><br />
+To be diffident and shy.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;We squirrels are different,&rdquo; said Chatter Chuk, proudly. &ldquo;We are always
+taught this song:</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+   <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">&ldquo;Squirrel red,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Go ahead!</span><br />
+See the world, so bright and gay.<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">For a rover</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">May discover</span><br />
+All that happens day by day.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Oh, if I could run up a tree, <em>I</em> shouldn&#8217;t be afraid, either,&rdquo;
+remarked Fuzzy Wuz. &ldquo;Even Juggerjook couldn&#8217;t frighten me then.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Kernels and shucks! Juggerjook!&rdquo; cried Chatter Chuk, scornfully. &ldquo;Who
+cares for him?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Don&#8217;t you fear him?&rdquo; asked Fuzzy Wuz, curiously.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Of course not,&rdquo; said the squirrel. &ldquo;My people often go to his den and
+leave nuts there.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Why, if you make presents to Juggerjook, of course he won&#8217;t hurt you,&rdquo;
+returned the rabbit. &ldquo;All the beasts carry presents to his den, so he
+will protect them from their enemies. The bears kill wolves and carry
+them to Juggerjook to eat; and the wolves kill foxes and carry them to
+Juggerjook, and the foxes kill rabbits for him. But we rabbits do not
+kill animals, so we cannot take Juggerjook anything to eat except roots
+and clover; and he doesn&#8217;t care much for those. So we are careful to
+keep away from his den.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Have you ever seen him or the place where he lives?&rdquo; asked the
+squirrel.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;No,&rdquo; replied Fuzzy Wuz.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Suppose we go there now?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Oh, no! Mother said&mdash;&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;There&#8217;s nothing to be afraid of. I&#8217;ve looked at the den often from the
+trees near by,&rdquo; said Chatter Chuk. &ldquo;I can lead you to the edge of the
+bushes close to his den, and he&#8217;ll never know we are near.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Mother says Juggerjook knows everything that goes on in the forest,&rdquo;
+declared the rabbit, gravely.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Your mother&#8217;s a &#8217;fraid-cat and trembles when a twig cracks,&rdquo; said
+Chatter, with a careless laugh. &ldquo;Why don&#8217;t you have a little spirit of
+your own, Fuzzy, and be independent?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Fuzzy Wuz was quite young, and ashamed of being thought shy, so she
+said:</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[Pg 189]</a></span></p>
+<p>&ldquo;All right, Chat. Let&#8217;s go take a peep at Juggerjook&#8217;s den.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;We&#8217;re near it, now,&rdquo; announced the squirrel. &ldquo;Come this way; and go
+softly, Fuzzy Wuz, because Juggerjook has sharp ears.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>They crept along through the bushes some distance after that, but did
+not speak except in whispers. Fuzzy knew it was a bold thing to do. They
+had nothing to carry to the terrible Juggerjook, and it was known that
+he always punished those who came to his den without making him
+presents. But the rabbit relied upon Chatter Chuk&#8217;s promise that the
+tyrant of the forest would never know they had been near him. Juggerjook
+was considered a great magician, to be sure, yet Chatter Chuk was not
+afraid of him. So why should Fuzzy Wuz fear anything?</p>
+
+<p>The red squirrel ran ahead, so cautiously that he made not a sound in
+the underbrush; and he skilfully picked the way so that the fat white
+rabbit could follow him. Presently he stopped short and whispered to his
+companion:</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Put your head through those leaves, and you will see Juggerjook&#8217;s den.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Fuzzy Wuz obeyed. There was a wide clearing beyond the bushes, and at
+the farther side was a great rock with a deep cave in it. All around the
+clearing were scattered the bones and skulls of animals, bleached white
+by the sun. Just in front of the cave was quite a big heap of bones, and
+the rabbit shuddered as she thought of all the many creatures Juggerjook
+must have eaten in his time. What a fierce appetite the great magician
+must have!</p>
+
+<p>The sight made the timid rabbit sick and faint. She drew back and hopped
+away through the bushes without heeding the crackling twigs or the
+whispered cautions of Chatter Chuk, who was now badly frightened
+himself.</p>
+
+<p>When they had withdrawn to a safe distance the squirrel said peevishly:</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Oh, you foolish thing! Why did you make such a noise and racket?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Did I?&rdquo; asked Fuzzy Wuz, simply.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Indeed you did. And I warned you to be silent.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;But it&#8217;s all right now. We&#8217;re safe from Juggerjook here,&rdquo; she said.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I&#8217;m not sure of that,&rdquo; remarked the squirrel, uneasily. &ldquo;One is never
+safe from punishment if he is discovered breaking the law. I hope the
+magician was asleep and did not hear us.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I hope so, too,&rdquo; added the rabbit; and then they ran along at more
+ease, rambling through the forest paths and enjoying the fragrance of
+the woods and the lights and shadows cast by the sun as it peeped
+through the trees.</p>
+
+<p>Once in a while they would pause while Fuzzy Wuz nibbled a green leaf or
+Chatter Chuk cracked a fallen nut in his strong teeth, to see if it was
+sound and sweet.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;It seems funny for me to be on the ground so long,&rdquo; he said. &ldquo;But I
+invited you to walk with me, and of course a rabbit can&#8217;t run up a tree
+and leap from limb to limb, as my people do.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;That is true,&rdquo; admitted Fuzzy; &ldquo;nor can squirrels burrow in the ground,
+as rabbits do.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;They have no need to,&rdquo; declared the squirrel. &ldquo;We find a hollow tree,
+and with our sharp teeth gnaw a hole through the shell and find a warm,
+dry home inside.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I&#8217;m glad you do,&rdquo; remarked Fuzzy. &ldquo;If all the animals burrowed in the
+ground there would not be room for us to hide from each other.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Chatter laughed at this.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;The shadows are getting long,&rdquo; he said. &ldquo;If you wish to be home before
+sunset, we must start back.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Wait a minute!&rdquo; cried the rabbit, sitting up and sniffing the air. &ldquo;I
+smell carrots!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Never mind,&rdquo; said the squirrel.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Never mind carrots? Oh, Chatter Chuk! You don&#8217;t know how good they
+are.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Well, we haven&#8217;t any time to find them,&rdquo; he replied. &ldquo;For my part, I
+could run home in five minutes, but you are so clumsy it will take you
+an hour. Where are you going now?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Just over here,&rdquo; said Fuzzy Wuz. &ldquo;Those carrots can&#8217;t be far off.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>The squirrel followed, scolding a little because to him carrots meant
+nothing especially good to eat. And there, just beside the path, was an
+old coverless box raised on a peg, and underneath it a bunch of juicy,
+fat, yellow carrots.</p>
+
+<p>There was room under the box for Fuzzy Wuz to creep in and get the
+carrots, and this she promptly did, while Chatter Chuk stood on his hind
+legs a short distance away and impatiently waited. But when the white
+rabbit nibbled the carrots, the motion pulled a string which jerked out
+the peg that held up the box, and behold, Fuzzy Wuz was a prisoner!</p>
+
+<p>She squealed with fear and scratched at the sides of the box in a vain
+endeavor to find a way to escape; but escape was impossible unless some
+one lifted the box. The red squirrel had seen the whole mishap, and
+chattered angrily from outside at the plight of his captured friend. The
+white rabbit thought he must be far away, because the box shut out so
+much the sound of his voice.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Juggerjook must have heard us, and this is part of his revenge,&rdquo; said
+the squirrel. &ldquo;Oh, dear! Oh, dear! I wonder what the great magician will
+do to <em>me</em>.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[Pg 190]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img227.png" width="400" height="260" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&ldquo;they hopped through the bushes.&rdquo;</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>He was so terrified by this thought that Chatter Chuk took flight and
+darted home at his best speed. He lived in a tree very near to the
+burrow where Mrs. Wuz resided, but the squirrel did not go near the
+rabbit-burrow. The sun was already sinking in the west, so he ran into
+his nest and pretended to sleep when his mother asked him where he had
+been so late.</p>
+
+<p>All night Mrs. Wuz waited for Fuzzy, and it was an anxious and sleepless
+night for the poor mother, as you may well believe. Fuzzy was her one
+darling, several other children having been taken from her in various
+ways soon after their birth. Mr. Wuz had gone to attend a meeting of the
+Rabbits&#8217; Protective Association and might be absent for several days; so
+he was not there to help or counsel her.</p>
+
+<p>When daybreak came, the mother rabbit ran to the foot of the squirrels&#8217;
+tree and called:</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Chatter Chuk! Chatter Chuk! Where is my Fuzzy Wuz? Where is my darling
+child?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Chatter Chuk was too frightened to answer until his mother made him.
+Then he ran down to the lowest limb of the tree and sat there while he
+talked.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;We went walking,&rdquo; he said, &ldquo;and Fuzzy found some carrots under a box
+that was propped up with a peg. I told her not to eat them; but she did,
+and the peg fell out and made her a prisoner.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>You see, he did not mention Juggerjook at all, yet he knew the magician
+was at the bottom of all the trouble.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 385px;">
+<img src="images/img227b.png" width="385" height="329" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&ldquo;&lsquo;i smell carrots!&rsquo;&rdquo;</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>But Mrs. Wuz knew rabbit-traps quite well, being old and experienced; so
+she begged the red squirrel to come at once and show her the place where
+Fuzzy had been caught.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;There isn&#8217;t a moment to lose,&rdquo; she said, &ldquo;for the trappers will be out
+early this morning to see what they have captured in their trap.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[Pg 191]</a></span></p>
+<p>Chatter Chuk was afraid to go, having a guilty conscience; but his
+mother made him. He led the way timidly, but swiftly, and Mrs. Wuz
+fairly flew over the ground, so anxious was she to rescue her darling.</p>
+
+<p>The box was in the same place yet, and poor Fuzzy Wuz could be heard
+moaning feebly inside it.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Courage, my darling!&rdquo; cried the mother, &ldquo;I have come to save you.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>First she tried to move the box, but it was too heavy for her to stir.
+Then she began scratching away the earth at its edge, only to find that
+it had been placed upon a big, flat stone, to prevent a rabbit from
+burrowing out.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img228.png" width="500" height="336" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&ldquo;fuzzy crept under the box.&rdquo;</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>This discovery almost drove her frantic, until she noticed Chatter Chuk,
+who stood trembling near by.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Here!&rdquo; she called; &ldquo;it was you who led my child into trouble. Now you
+must get her out.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;How?&rdquo; asked the red squirrel.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Gnaw a hole in that box&mdash;quick! Gnaw faster than you ever did before in
+your life. See! the box is thinnest at this side. Set to work at once,
+Chatter Chuk!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>The red squirrel obeyed. The idea of saving his friend was as welcome to
+him as it was to the distracted mother. He was young, and his teeth were
+as sharp as needles. So he started at the lower edge and chewed the wood
+with all his strength and skill, and at every bite the splinters came
+away.</p>
+
+<p>It was a good idea. Mrs. Wuz watched him anxiously. If only the men
+would keep away for a time, the squirrel could make a hole big enough
+for Fuzzy Wuz to escape. She crept around the other side of the box and
+called to the prisoner: &ldquo;Courage, dear one! We are trying to save you.
+But if the men come before Chatter Chuk can make a hole big enough,
+then, as soon as they raise the box, you must make a dash for the
+bushes. Run before they can put in their hands to seize you. Do you
+understand?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, Mother,&rdquo; replied Fuzzy, but her voice wasn&#8217;t heard very plainly,
+because the squirrel was making so much noise chewing the wood.</p>
+
+<p>Presently Chatter Chuk stopped.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;It makes my teeth ache,&rdquo; he complained.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Never mind, let them ache,&rdquo; replied Mrs. Wuz. &ldquo;If you stop now, Fuzzy
+will die; and if she dies, I will go to Juggerjook and tell him how you
+led my child into trouble.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>The thought of Juggerjook made the frightened squirrel redouble his
+efforts. He forgot the pain in his teeth and gnawed as no other
+squirrel<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[Pg 192]</a></span> had ever gnawed before. The ground was covered with tiny
+splinters from the box, and now the hole was big enough for the prisoner
+to put the end of her nose through and beg him to hurry.</p>
+
+<p>Chatter Chuk was intent on his task, and the mother was intent upon
+watching him, so neither noticed any one approaching, until a net fell
+over their heads, and a big voice cried, with a boisterous laugh:</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Caught! and neat as a pin, too!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Chatter Chuk and Mrs. Wuz struggled in the net with all their might, but
+it was fast around them, and they were helpless to escape. Fuzzy stuck
+her nose out of the hole in the box to find out what was the matter, and
+a sweet, childish voice exclaimed: &ldquo;There&#8217;s another in the trap, Daddy!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Neither the rabbits nor the squirrel understood this strange language;
+but all realized they were in the power of dreadful Man and gave
+themselves up for lost.</p>
+
+<p>Fuzzy made a dash the moment the box was raised; but the trapper knew
+the tricks of rabbits, so the prisoner only dashed into the same net
+where her mother and Chatter Chuk were confined.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Three of them! Two rabbits and a squirrel. That&#8217;s quite a haul,
+Charlie,&rdquo; said the man.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 289px;">
+<img src="images/img229.png" width="289" height="400" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&ldquo;&lsquo;where is my child?&rsquo;&rdquo;</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>The little boy was examining the box.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Do rabbits gnaw through wood, Father?&rdquo; he asked.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;No, my son,&rdquo; was the reply.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;But there is a hole here. And see! There are the splinters upon the
+ground.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>The man examined the box in turn, somewhat curiously.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;How strange!&rdquo; he said. &ldquo;These are marks of the squirrel&#8217;s teeth. Now, I
+wonder if the squirrel was trying to liberate the rabbit.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Looks like it, Daddy; doesn&#8217;t it?&rdquo; replied the boy.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I never heard of such a thing in my life,&rdquo; declared the man. &ldquo;These
+little creatures often display more wisdom than we give them credit for.
+But how can we explain this curious freak, Charlie?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>The boy sat down upon the box and looked thoughtfully at the three
+prisoners in the net. They had ceased to struggle, having given way to
+despair; but the boy could see their little hearts beating fast through
+their furry skins.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;This is the way it looks to me, Daddy,&rdquo; he finally said. &ldquo;We caught the
+small rabbit in the box, and the big one must be its mother. When she
+found her baby was caught, she tried to save it, and she began to burrow
+under the box, for here is the mark of her paws. But she soon saw the
+flat stone, and gave up.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Yes; that seems reasonable,&rdquo; said the man.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;But she loved her baby,&rdquo; continued the boy, gazing at the little
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[Pg 193]</a></span>creatures pitifully, &ldquo;and thought of another way. The red squirrel was a
+friend of hers, so she ran and found him, and asked him to help her. He
+did, and tried to gnaw through the box; but we came too soon and
+captured them with the net because they were so busy they didn&#8217;t notice
+us.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Exactly!&rdquo; cried the man, with a laugh. &ldquo;That tells the story very
+plainly, my son, and I see you are fast learning the ways of animals.
+But how intelligent these little things are!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;That&#8217;s what <em>my</em> mother would do,&rdquo; returned the boy. &ldquo;She&#8217;d try to save
+me; and that&#8217;s just what the mother rabbit did.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Well, we must be going,&rdquo; said the man; and as he started away he picked
+up the net and swung it over his shoulder. The prisoners struggled madly
+again, and the boy, who walked along the forest path a few steps behind
+his father, watched them.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img230.png" width="500" height="371" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&ldquo;the prisoners scampered away.&rdquo;</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Daddy,&rdquo; he said softly, coming to the man&#8217;s side, &ldquo;I don&#8217;t want to keep
+those rabbits.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Oh, they&#8217;ll make us a good dinner,&rdquo; was the reply.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I&mdash;I couldn&#8217;t eat &#8217;em for dinner, Daddy. Not the mama rabbit and the
+little one she tried to save. Nor the dear little squirrel that wanted
+to help them. Let&#8217;s&mdash;let&#8217;s&mdash;let &#8217;em go!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>The man stopped short and turned to look with a smile into the boy&#8217;s
+upturned, eager face.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;What will Mama say when we go back without any dinner?&rdquo; he asked.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;You know, Daddy. She&#8217;ll say a good deed is better than a good dinner.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>The man laid a caressing hand on the curly head and handed his son the
+net. Charlie&#8217;s face beamed with joy. He opened wide the net and watched
+the prisoners gasp with surprise, bound out of the meshes, and scamper
+away into the bushes.</p>
+
+<p>Then the boy put his small hand in his father&#8217;s big one, and together
+they walked silently along the path.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 10%;' />
+
+<p>&ldquo;All the same,&rdquo; said Chatter Chuk to himself, as, snug at home, he
+trembled at the thought of his late peril, &ldquo;I shall keep away from old
+Juggerjook after this. I am very sure of that!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Mama,&rdquo; said Fuzzy Wuz, nestling beside her mother in the burrow, &ldquo;why
+do you suppose the fierce Men let us go?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I cannot tell, my dear,&rdquo; was the reply. &ldquo;Men are curious creatures, and
+often act with more wisdom than we give them credit for.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[Pg 194]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 408px;">
+<img src="images/img231.png" width="408" height="167" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 4em;">&ldquo;What you burying, a bone?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Nop, interning a muzzle.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+
+<a name="LITTLEGRAY" id="LITTLEGRAY"></a>
+<h2>THE LITTLE GRAY KITTEN</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY MARY LAWRENCE TURNBULL</strong></p>
+
+
+<p>Once upon a time there was a little gray kitten, who had wandered far
+away from home. At first she liked all the strange sights she saw, but
+by and by she began to feel very homesick, and wished she was once more
+cuddled up with her brothers and sisters.</p>
+
+<p>Now the only word this little gray kitten knew was &ldquo;Mew, mew!&rdquo; So when
+she was lonely she would say &ldquo;Mew;&rdquo; when she was hungry, &ldquo;Mew;&rdquo; when she
+was cold or tired, glad or sad, it was always &ldquo;Mew.&rdquo; At home they knew
+what she meant when she said &ldquo;Mew,&rdquo; but out in the wide, wide world,
+nobody seemed to know.</p>
+
+<p>Wandering along the street, she came upon a little squirming earthworm.
+&ldquo;Mew,&rdquo; said she, meaning, &ldquo;Where is my home?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>The earthworm, however, did not notice little gray kitten, but crawled
+away across the street.</p>
+
+<p>Next, the little gray kitten met a butterfly on the top of a dandelion.
+&ldquo;Mew,&rdquo; said the little gray kitten, meaning, &ldquo;Can you tell me where my
+home is?&rdquo; But the butterfly did not say anything, and flew away.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img231b.png" width="500" height="278" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[Pg 195]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 323px;">
+<img src="images/img232.png" width="323" height="500" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">mischief</span><br />
+<span class="sml1">from an engraving of the painting by fred morgan.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[Pg 196]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img233.png" width="500" height="198" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>The little gray kitten walked on, and then she spied a robin on a stone
+wall near-by. &ldquo;Mew,&rdquo; said the little gray kitten, &ldquo;Where is my home?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>But the robin, cocking his head on one side, answered, &ldquo;Chirp, chirp,&rdquo;
+and then spreading his wings, flew away.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 316px;">
+<img src="images/img233b.png" width="316" height="137" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&ldquo;Running Along She Came Up<br />
+to a Big Black Dog.&rdquo;</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>She felt very sad indeed, but running along she came up to a big black
+dog. &ldquo;Mew, mew!&rdquo; said the little gray kitten, &ldquo;Oh, can you not tell me
+where my home is?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>But the big black dog shook his tail, and barked &ldquo;Bow-wow,
+bow-wow-wow-wow!&rdquo; so loudly that the little gray kitten ran away from
+him as fast as she could go.</p>
+
+<p>The little gray kitten was very tired, but she still ran on, and soon
+met a big red cow. &ldquo;Mew, mew-ew,&rdquo; said the little gray kitten, &ldquo;Can you
+not tell me where my home is?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 164px;">
+<img src="images/img233c.png" width="164" height="209" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&ldquo;&lsquo;Oh, You Dear Fluffy Gray Ball,&rsquo; Said the Little Girl.&rdquo;</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>The big red cow, however, hardly looking at the little kitten, stretched
+out her big head, and shouted, &ldquo;Moo, moo-oo!&rdquo; which so frightened the
+little gray kitten that she jumped over a fence and landed right in the
+middle of a flower-bed.</p>
+
+<p>There she caught sight of a little girl running up to her, and with such
+a sweet smile on her face that the little gray kitten ran toward her and
+said once more, &ldquo;Mew, do <em>you</em> know where my home is?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Oh, you dear fluffy gray ball!&rdquo; said the smiling little girl, catching
+the kitten up in her arms. &ldquo;I&#8217;m going to take you right home to live
+with me.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>The little girl was the only one who had understood, and the little gray
+kitten purred softly. She was happy for she had found a home.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[Pg 197]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 580px;">
+<img src="images/img234.png" width="580" height="75" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h2>PUSSY&#8217;S WHEELS</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY ANNIE W. McCULLOUGH</strong></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 8em;">
+I wonder what you&#8217;re thinking of, my darling little cat.<br />
+It may be meat, it may be cream, that makes you nice and fat;<br />
+It may be all the fun you have in barn-loft warm and dry;<br />
+It may be mice you try to catch as by their hole you lie.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 8em;">
+Perhaps you think of trees to climb, with birds that sing up there,<br />
+They always get away from you, although you creep with care.<br />
+Perhaps you think of warm, green grass, and basking in the sun,<br />
+Or of your ball, that slides so fast as after it you run.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 8em;">
+I hope you think of me, sometimes, because I love you well;<br />
+I hope you love me back again, although you cannot tell;<br />
+And how I know you&#8217;re thinking (it&#8217;s a secret that I&#8217;ve found),<br />
+Is &#8217;cause I hear, close to my ear, your thought-wheels going round.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 255px;">
+<img src="images/img234b.png" width="255" height="300" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[Pg 198]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 567px; margin-left: 1em;">
+<img src="images/img235a.png" width="567" height="219" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em; margin-top: -9em; font-size: 1.4em;"><strong>THE SMALL GRAY MOUSE</strong></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 21em;"><strong>BY NATHAN HASKELL DOLE</strong></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 224px; margin-top: 9em;">
+<img src="images/img235b.png" width="224" height="238" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 9em;">
+The small gray Mouse ran East<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the small gray Mouse ran West</span><br />
+And could not tell in the least<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which way was best.</span></p>
+
+<p>
+The small gray Mouse ran North<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the small gray Mouse ran South</span><br />
+And scurried back and forth<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To escape the Kitten&#8217;s dreadful teeth-lined mouth!</span></p>
+
+<p>
+But Kitty thought it precious fun<br />
+To see the panting Mousie run,<br />
+And when it almost got away<br />
+Her furry paw upon its back would lay.</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 331px;">
+<img src="images/img235c.png" width="331" height="166" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 201px;">
+<img src="images/img235d.png" width="201" height="206" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 8em;">
+But Kitty grew too vain and sure;<br />
+She thought she had the Mouse secure;<br />
+She turned her head, she shut her eyes.<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">That was not wise,</span><br />
+And ere she knew<br />
+The gray Mouse up the chimney flew,<br />
+Where dainty cats could not pursue.<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">So she had nothing else to do</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">But miew&mdash;oo&mdash;oo&mdash;!</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[Pg 199]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img236.png" width="500" height="352" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&ldquo;you make so much noise i can&#8217;t sleep!&rdquo;<br /></span>
+<span class="sml1">from the painting by j. h. dolph.</span>
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[Pg 200]</a></span></p>
+<h2>THE RABBIT, THE TURTLE, AND THE OWL</h2>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 140px;">
+<img src="images/img237.png" width="140" height="227" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>The little girl and the little boy stood in the corn-field near the
+hollow tree where the Owl lived. The corn was in shocks like wigwams,
+and the yellow pumpkins lay on the ground. The Turtle came up from the
+brook below the corn-field, and stuck his head out of his shell to
+watch. The Rabbit sat on the edge of the slope, with his ears sticking
+straight up, to listen.</p>
+
+<p>The sleepy Owl stirred behind his knot-hole.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Don&#8217;t you think,&rdquo; said the little boy, &ldquo;that the Rabbit&mdash;&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;And the Turtle&mdash;&rdquo; said the little girl.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;And the Owl,&rdquo; went on the little boy, &ldquo;should have a Thanksgiving
+dinner?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, a good dinner,&rdquo; replied the little girl, &ldquo;right here in the
+corn-field.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;We could have a pumpkin table,&rdquo; said the little boy.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;And pumpkin chairs,&rdquo; said the little girl.</p>
+
+<p>So, as Thanksgiving was that very day, and there was no time to lose,
+they began to work. They found a fine, big, flat-topped pumpkin, and
+placed it for a table at the foot of the Owl&#8217;s tree. Then they found
+three little pumpkins for stools.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;They won&#8217;t want to eat until night,&rdquo; said the little boy.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 155px;">
+<img src="images/img237b.png" width="155" height="66" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>&ldquo;No,&rdquo; said the little girl; &ldquo;the Owl and the Turtle and the Rabbit,
+too,&mdash;they like dinner at night.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;We will lay everything out for them before we go to Grandmother&#8217;s,&rdquo;
+said the little boy, &ldquo;and when we come home, we can see all eating their
+good Thanksgiving dinner.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 119px;">
+<img src="images/img237c.png" width="119" height="176" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>The little boy ran and brought parsley and cabbage leaves for the
+Rabbit; and when the Rabbit saw that, he trotted home in a hurry, for
+fear he might be tempted to eat before it was time.</p>
+
+<p>The little girl brought a fine big mushroom for the Turtle, for she had
+once seen a turtle nibble all around the edge of a mushroom.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;The Owl will have to bring his own dinner,&rdquo; said the little boy, &ldquo;but I
+will get him a piece of bread to eat with it.&rdquo; So he did.</p>
+
+<p>That night the little girl and boy drove home by moonlight from their
+grandmother&#8217;s farm. When they were in their own room they looked out of
+the window toward the corn-field. They saw the corn-shocks, like
+wigwams, with black shadows. They saw the tree dark against the sky.
+They saw the big round yellow moon rising above the ridge of the field.
+They saw the pumpkin table and pumpkin chairs. They saw, sitting on one
+chair, the Rabbit, with his ears sticking straight up as he ate his
+parsley and cabbage. They saw the Turtle, stretching his head out of his
+shell as he nibbled his mushroom. They saw the Owl on his chair, eating
+the dinner he had brought. &ldquo;Oh, isn&#8217;t it beautiful!&rdquo; said the little
+girl. &ldquo;Beautiful!&rdquo; said the little boy.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[Pg 201]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 426px;">
+<img src="images/img238.png" width="426" height="500" alt="HOMES" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 6em;">
+My bunnies like their cozy house, although they scamper out to play;<br />
+My chickens like the slatted coop where all the mother hens must stay.<br />
+My kitten likes her basket bed out in the woodshed near our door,<br />
+My puppy loves his cellar box; he sleeps and plays, then sleeps some more.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 6em;">
+But <em>I</em> have got the nicest home. My house is better far than theirs;<br />
+Its windows let the sunshine in; it has a porch, it has some stairs.<br />
+But I like best the kitchen warm, with table, stove, and pantry neat;<br />
+The place where Dinah works, and makes good things for us to eat!</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[Pg 202]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 517px;">
+<img src="images/img239a.png" width="517" height="306" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="center">Here comes our dinner!</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 517px;">
+<img src="images/img239b.png" width="517" height="320" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="center">A Shower of good things.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 517px;">
+<img src="images/img239c.png" width="517" height="138" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="center">MEAL-TIME IN THE BEAR-PITS AT THE ZOO.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[Pg 203]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 381px;">
+<img src="images/img240.png" width="381" height="500" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&ldquo;full inside.&rdquo;</span><br />
+<span class="sml1">from an engraving of the painting by arthur j. elsley.</span>
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[Pg 204]</a></span></p>
+<h2>THE FINE GOOD SHOW</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY JESSIE WRIGHT WHITCOMB</strong></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img241.png" width="500" height="311" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&ldquo;&lsquo;good morning, cow, come and take a walk with us.&rsquo;&rdquo;</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>A little girl and a little boy started down the road together to take a
+walk. They met a dog.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Good morning, Dog,&rdquo; said the little girl. &ldquo;Bow-wow!&rdquo; answered the dog.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Come and take a walk with us, Dog,&rdquo; said the little boy.</p>
+
+<p>So they all went down the road together.</p>
+
+<p>Pretty soon they met a cat.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Good morning, Cat,&rdquo; said the little boy. &ldquo;Miaouw!&rdquo; answered the cat.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Come and take a walk with us, Cat,&rdquo; said the little girl. So they all
+went down the road together.</p>
+
+<p>Pretty soon they met a rooster.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Good morning, Rooster,&rdquo; said the little girl. &ldquo;Cock-a-doodle-doo!&rdquo;
+answered the rooster.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Come and take a walk with us, Rooster,&rdquo; said the little boy.</p>
+
+<p>So they all went down the road together.</p>
+
+<p>Pretty soon they met a duck.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Good morning, Duck,&rdquo; said the little boy. &ldquo;Quack, quack!&rdquo; answered the
+duck.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Come and take a walk with us, Duck,&rdquo; said the little girl.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[Pg 205]</a></span></p>
+<p>So they all went down the road talking merrily with one another.</p>
+
+<p>Pretty soon they saw a little pinky-white pig with a funny little curly
+tail.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 305px;">
+<img src="images/img242.png" width="305" height="228" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&ldquo;&lsquo;good morning, duck, come and take a walk with us.&rsquo;&rdquo;</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Good morning, Pig,&rdquo; said the little girl. &ldquo;Grunt, grunt!&rdquo; answered the
+pig.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Come and take a walk with us, Pig,&rdquo; said the little boy.</p>
+
+<p>So they all went down the road together.</p>
+
+<p>Pretty soon they came to a pasture.</p>
+
+<p>In the pasture was a nice, old, red cow.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Good morning, Cow,&rdquo; said the little boy. &ldquo;Moo, moo!&rdquo; answered the cow.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Come and take a walk with us,&rdquo; said the little girl.</p>
+
+<p>But the cow shook her head; she couldn&#8217;t open the pasture bars.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;We will let down the bars for you, Cow,&rdquo; said the little boy and the
+little girl.</p>
+
+<p>So they let down the bars, and the dog, and the cat, and the rooster,
+and the duck, and the little white pig with the curly tail, and the
+little boy, and the little girl, all went in to see the cow.</p>
+
+<p>The little girl climbed on the cow&#8217;s back, and the little boy climbed on
+the cow&#8217;s back, and the dog jumped on the cow&#8217;s back, and the cat jumped
+on the cow&#8217;s neck, and the rooster flew up on the cow&#8217;s head, and the
+little white pig with the curly tail, and the duck, walked behind the
+cow, and they all went down the road together just as happy as they
+could be.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 292px;">
+<img src="images/img242b.png" width="292" height="267" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&ldquo;&lsquo;good morning, pig, come and take a walk with us.&rsquo;&rdquo;</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>Pretty soon they met a carriage with two women in it.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Mercy on me!&rdquo; said the two women. &ldquo;What&#8217;s this!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;This is a fine, good show,&rdquo; answered the little girl.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Well, I should think it was!&rdquo; said the two women. &ldquo;It is a beautiful
+show.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Thank you,&rdquo; said the little boy.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Good-by,&rdquo; said the two women.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Good-by,&rdquo; said the little girl.</p>
+
+<p>So the cow, carrying the little boy, and the little girl, and the dog,
+and the cat, and the rooster, with the little white pig with the curly
+tail, and the duck, walking along behind, all went down the road
+together.</p>
+
+<p>Pretty soon they met a wagon with three men in it.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Well! Well! Well!&rdquo; said the three men. &ldquo;Just look! What&#8217;s all this?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;This is a fine, good show,&rdquo; said the little boy, bowing very politely.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[Pg 206]</a></span></p>
+<p>&ldquo;Indeed it is!&rdquo; said the three men. &ldquo;It&#8217;s great!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Thank you,&rdquo; said the little boy, &ldquo;I am pleased that you like it.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Good-by,&rdquo; said the little girl.</p>
+
+<p>So the cow, carrying the little girl, and the little boy, and the dog,
+and the cat, and the rooster, with the little white pig with the curly
+tail, and the duck, walking behind, all went down the road together.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+<img src="images/img243.png" width="450" height="369" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">the fine, good show.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>Pretty soon they came to a store. The Store Man stood out in front of
+his store.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Good morning, Mr. Store Man,&rdquo; said the little boy, &ldquo;I have a little
+silver piece in my pocket.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Good morning!&rdquo; said the Store Man. &ldquo;What can I do for you?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;We want to buy some things for our Show,&rdquo; said the little boy.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I&#8217;m glad of that!&rdquo; said the Store Man.</p>
+
+<p>So the little boy jumped down, and the little girl jumped down, and the
+dog jumped down, and the cat jumped down, and the rooster flew down.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;We want to buy a little corn for our cow and our pig,&rdquo; said the little
+boy.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;And we want to buy a little wheat for our rooster and our duck,&rdquo; said
+the little girl.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;And we want to buy a little meat for our dog,&rdquo; said the little boy.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;And we want to buy a little milk for our cat,&rdquo; said the little girl.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;And we want to buy some great, long sticks of candy for us!&rdquo; said the
+little boy and the little girl together. &ldquo;I hope you have some.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[Pg 207]</a></span></p>
+<p>The Store Man took the money and brought out all the things.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 268px;">
+<img src="images/img244.png" width="268" height="394" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&ldquo;the store man brought out<br />
+all the things.&rdquo;</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>The cow and the little white pig with the curly tail ate the corn; the
+rooster and the duck ate the wheat; the dog ate the meat, and the cat
+drank the milk, and the little girl and the little boy ate the great,
+long sticks of candy.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Good-by, Mr. Store Man,&rdquo; said the little girl.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Good-by, Mr. Store Man,&rdquo; said the little boy.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Good-by, all of you,&rdquo; answered the Store Man.</p>
+
+<p>So the little girl, and the little boy, and the dog, and the cat, and
+the rooster, and the duck, and the little pig with the curly tail, all
+went back up the road again.</p>
+
+<p>Pretty soon they came to the pasture. The cow walked in.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Good-by, Cow and Dog and Cat and Rooster and Duck and Pig!&rdquo; shouted the
+little boy.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Good-by, Pig and Duck and Rooster and Cat and Dog and Cow!&rdquo; called the
+little girl.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Moo-moo!&rdquo; answered the cow.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Grunt-grunt!&rdquo; answered the pig.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Miaouw, miaouw!&rdquo; answered the cat.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Quack, quack!&rdquo; answered the duck.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Cock-a-doodle-doo!&rdquo; answered the rooster. &ldquo;Bow-wow!&rdquo; answered the dog.</p>
+
+<p>And the little boy and the little girl put up the bars and ran back home
+as fast as they could go.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 20em;"><em>Jessie Wright Whitcomb.</em></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 315px;">
+<img src="images/img244b.png" width="315" height="287" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&ldquo;the little boy and the little girl<br />
+put up the bars.&rdquo;</span>
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[Pg 208]</a></span></p>
+<h2>GAY AND SPY</h2>
+
+<p class="center">(<span class="sml"><em>A Rhyming Story for Little Folk</em></span>)</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">
+ One beautiful day in the month of May,<br />
+ A little girl whose name was Gay<br />
+ (They called her that, because, you see,<br />
+ She was always cheerful as she could be)<br />
+ Went for a walk in the woods near by,<br />
+ And her dog went with her (his name was Spy).</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">
+ As they strolled along a fine woodland path<br />
+ She saw a little bird taking a bath.<br />
+ She kept very still and watched him splash,<br />
+ When all at once, with a sudden dash,<br />
+ Into the brook jumped little dog Spy.<br />
+ My, how he made the water fly!<br />
+<span style="margin-left: -.5em;">&ldquo;What a bad, bad dog you are!&rdquo; said Gay.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: -.5em;">&ldquo;Birdie won&#8217;t bathe any more to-day.</span><br />
+ You frightened him so, but, never mind,<br />
+ He&#8217;s only frightened, not hurt, he&#8217;ll find.<br />
+ We&#8217;ll walk on further and you must try<br />
+ To be good and quiet.&rdquo;<br />
+                      <span style="margin-left: 9em;">&ldquo;<em>Bow-wow!</em>&rdquo; said Spy.</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 487px;">
+<img src="images/img245.png" width="487" height="302" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&ldquo;into the brook jumped little dog spy.&rdquo;</span>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[Pg 209]</a></span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">
+ They had only walked on a little way,<br />
+ When something rustled: &ldquo;What&#8217;s that?&rdquo; said Gay.<br />
+ Out from the leaves sprang a squirrel red<br />
+ And sped like a flash down the path ahead.<br />
+ Close behind him was little dog Spy.<br />
+ He paid no heed to the little girl&#8217;s cry.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img246.png" width="500" height="338" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&ldquo;&lsquo;you&#8217;re young,&rsquo; said gay, &lsquo;and is that why you act so
+silly?&rsquo;&rdquo;</span>
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">
+ She whistled and called; they were out of sight.<br />
+ She waited a moment, then laughed outright.<br />
+ For who was this coming? Why, little dog Spy!<br />
+ But he didn&#8217;t look happy&mdash;with head held high&mdash;<br />
+ Indeed, he looked rather ashamed instead<br />
+ For he hadn&#8217;t caught the squirrel red.<br />
+ Spy couldn&#8217;t climb trees, and so, you see,<br />
+ Master Squirrel escaped quite easily.<br />
+<span style="margin-left: -.5em;">&ldquo;You&#8217;re young,&rdquo; said Gay, &ldquo;and is that why</span><br />
+ You act so silly?&rdquo;<br />
+                      <span style="margin-left: 9em;">&ldquo;<em>Bow-wow!</em>&rdquo; said Spy.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">
+<span style="margin-left: -.5em;">&ldquo;I&#8217;m tired of walking,&rdquo; the little girl said,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: -.5em;">&ldquo;I think I will pick some flowers instead.</span><br />
+ I will take them home to my Grandma, dear;<br />
+ She loves them but she can&#8217;t walk out here.&rdquo;<br />
+ There were plenty of flowers all around.<br />
+ Sweet white violets covered the ground.<br />
+ There were lovely long-stemmed blue ones, too,<br />
+ And all around the May-flowers grew.<br />
+ But when she had all her hands would hold,<br />
+ It was time to leave, it was growing cold.<br />
+ The sun was sinking. But where was Spy?<br />
+ She whistled and called,&mdash;but no reply!<br />
+<span style="margin-left: -.5em;">&ldquo;Where can he be?&rdquo; she said, when hark!</span><br />
+ Off in the distance she heard him bark.<br />
+<span style="margin-left: -.5em;">&ldquo;He must have a rabbit,&rdquo; said she, &ldquo;that&#8217;s all.&rdquo;</span><br />
+ And sure enough, by an old stone-wall,<br />
+ Spy was barking away as hard as he could&mdash;<br />
+ As if scaring the rabbit would do any good.<br />
+<span style="margin-left: -.5em;">&ldquo;The rabbit is safe in that wall,&rdquo; said Gay,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: -.5em;">&ldquo;He wouldn&#8217;t come out if you barked all day.</span><br />
+ So you better come home for it&#8217;s growing late.<br />
+ And Mother will wonder why I wait.<br />
+ Supper&#8217;ll be ready, too. Oh, my!<br />
+ Are you hungry as I am?&rdquo;<br />
+                      <span style="margin-left: 9em;">&ldquo;<em>Bow-wow!</em>&rdquo; said Spy.</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img247.png" width="500" height="360" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[Pg 211]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 363px;">
+<img src="images/img248.png" width="363" height="500" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&ldquo;i&#8217;se biggest!&rdquo;</span><br />
+<span class="sml1">from an engraving of the painting by arthur j. elsley.</span>
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[Pg 212]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 420px;">
+<img src="images/img249.png" width="420" height="600" alt="The Ballad of a runaway Donkey" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[Pg 213]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 419px;">
+<img src="images/img250.png" width="419" height="600" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">[Pg 214]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 420px;">
+<img src="images/img251.png" width="420" height="600" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[Pg 215]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 425px;">
+<img src="images/img252.png" width="425" height="600" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[Pg 216]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 417px;">
+<img src="images/img253.png" width="417" height="600" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">[Pg 217]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 418px;">
+<img src="images/img254.png" width="418" height="600" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">[Pg 218]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 417px;">
+<img src="images/img255.png" width="417" height="600" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[Pg 219]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 420px;">
+<img src="images/img256.png" width="420" height="600" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">[Pg 220]</a></span></p>
+<h2>THE THREE BEARS<a name="FNanchor_M_13" id="FNanchor_M_13"></a><a href="#Footnote_M_13" class="fnanchor">[M]</a></h2>
+
+<p>Once upon a time there were three bears who lived in a castle in a great
+wood. One of them was a great big bear, and one was a middling bear, and
+one was a little bear. And in the same wood there was a fox who lived
+all alone; his name was Scrapefoot. Scrapefoot was very much afraid of
+the bears, but for all that he wanted very much to know all about them.
+And one day as he went through the wood he found himself near the Bears&#8217;
+Castle, and he wondered whether he could get into the castle. He looked
+all about him everywhere, and he could not see any one. So he came up
+very quietly, till at last he came up to the door of the castle, and he
+tried whether he could open it. Yes! the door was not locked, and he
+opened it just a little way, and put his nose in and looked, and he
+could not see any one. So then he opened it a little way farther, and
+put one paw in, and then another paw, and another and another, and then
+he was all in the Bears&#8217; Castle. He found he was in a great hall with
+three chairs in it&mdash;one big, one middling, and one little chair; and he
+thought he would like to sit down and rest and look about him; so he sat
+down on the big chair. But he found it so hard and uncomfortable that it
+made his bones ache, and he jumped down at once and got into the
+middling chair, and he turned round and round in it, but he couldn&#8217;t
+make himself comfortable. So then he went to the little chair and sat
+down in it, and it was so soft and warm and comfortable that Scrapefoot
+was quite happy; but all at once it broke to pieces under him and he
+couldn&#8217;t put it together again! So he got up and began to look about him
+again, and on one table he saw three saucers, of which one was very big,
+one was middling, one was quite a little saucer. Scrapefoot was very
+thirsty, and he began to drink out of the big saucer. But he only just
+tasted the milk in the big saucer, which was so sour and so nasty that
+he would not taste another drop of it. Then he tried the middling
+saucer, and he drank a little of that. He tried two or three mouthfuls,
+but it was not nice, and then he left it and went to the little saucer,
+and the milk in the little saucer was so sweet and so nice that he went
+on drinking it till it was all gone.</p>
+
+<p>Then Scrapefoot thought he would like to go upstairs; and he listened
+and he could not hear any one. So upstairs he went, and he found a great
+room with three beds in it; one was a big bed, and one was a middling
+bed, and one was a little white bed; and he climbed up into the big bed,
+but it was so hard and lumpy and uncomfortable that he jumped down again
+at once, and tried the middling bed. That was rather better, but he
+could not get comfortable in it, so after turning about a little while
+he got up and went to the little bed; and that was so soft and so warm
+and so nice that he fell fast asleep at once.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">[Pg 221]</a></span></p>
+<p>And after a time the Bears came home, and when they got into the hall
+the big Bear went to his chair and said, &ldquo;Who&#8217;s been sitting in my
+chair?&rdquo; and the middling Bear said, &ldquo;Who&#8217;s been sitting in my chair?&rdquo;
+and the little Bear said, &ldquo;Who&#8217;s been sitting in my chair and has broken
+it all to pieces?&rdquo; And then they went to have their milk, and the big
+bear said, &ldquo;Who&#8217;s been drinking my milk?&rdquo; and the middling Bear said,
+&ldquo;Who&#8217;s been drinking my milk?&rdquo; And the little Bear said, &ldquo;Who&#8217;s been
+drinking my milk and has drunk it all up?&rdquo; Then they went upstairs and
+into the bedroom, and the big Bear said, &ldquo;Who&#8217;s been sleeping in my
+bed?&rdquo; and the middling Bear said, &ldquo;Who&#8217;s been sleeping in my bed?&rdquo; and
+the little Bear said, &ldquo;Who&#8217;s been sleeping in my bed?&mdash;and see here he
+is!&rdquo; So then the Bears came and wondered what they should do with him;
+and the big Bear said, &ldquo;Let&#8217;s hang him!&rdquo; and then the middling Bear
+said, &ldquo;Let&#8217;s drown him!&rdquo; and then the little Bear said, &ldquo;Let&#8217;s throw him
+out of the window.&rdquo; And then the Bears took him to the window, and the
+big Bear took two legs on one side and the middling Bear took two legs
+on the other side, and they swung him backwards and forwards, backwards
+and forwards, and out of the window. Poor Scrapefoot was so frightened,
+and he thought every bone in his body must be broken. But he got up and
+first shook one leg&mdash;no, that was not broken; and then another, and that
+was not broken; and another and another, and then he wagged his tail and
+found there were no bones broken. So then he galloped off home as fast
+as he could go, and never went near the Bears&#8217; Castle again.</p>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_M_13" id="Footnote_M_13"></a><a href="#FNanchor_M_13"><span class="label">[M]</span></a> From &ldquo;More English Fairy Tales,&rdquo; edited by Joseph Jacobs.
+Used by permission of the publishers, G. P. Putnam&#8217;s Sons.</p></div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="LITTLEBEARS" id="LITTLEBEARS"></a>
+<h2>THE LITTLE BEAR&#8217;S STORY</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY C. F. HOLDER</strong></p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Yes,&rdquo; the little bear cub would say, &ldquo;that is my picture. I am a native
+of the State of California. I don&#8217;t remember distinctly where I was
+born, but it was up in the Sierras, where the snow lies in great banks,
+and the giant trees stand like sentinels, and where you might travel for
+days and weeks and meet no one but bears.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;The first thing I recollect was finding myself in a big burrow covered
+with snow, then my mother broke the way out and led us (I had a brother)
+down the mountain. We soon left the snow; and I remember one day, at
+sunset, we stood on an overhanging rock, and my mother showed us the
+green valleys and nice dark forests where we could hide, and far off was
+the gleaming sea. Mother did not care very much for the water, I think.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;My mother was hungry, after the long winter fast, and every day took us
+lower and lower, until one night she led us into a sheep ranch. Then our
+troubles began, for she left us to catch a lamb, and never came back. We
+heard all about it afterward. Some ranchers had seen her, and rode out
+on horseback
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">[Pg 222]</a></span>
+to enjoy the cruel sport of &lsquo;roping a bear&rsquo;. As they rode
+around her, one threw his lariat about her neck; another caught her
+forefoot as she stood up, another her hind leg; and then they dragged
+her away to the ranch-house&mdash;and so we became orphans.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;It was not long before the dogs found us, and a man carried me home in
+a basket to his wife, who treated me very kindly. I did not like it, but
+pretended I did, and ate all I could, always watching and hoping for a
+chance to run away to my mountain home. My mistress, however, soon
+thought I was too knowing, and put a chain about my neck. Finally, when
+I was about four months old, they sent me to a friend in San Francisco.
+I shall never forget how people looked at me and laughed when I stood on
+my hind legs, as if there was anything laughable in that! But they gave
+me sugar and other good things, and I fared well.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;My new master was a butcher, and most of the time I stayed in his shop.
+But some days, when I was very homesick, and longed for my mother, and
+the little cub who had been carried off, I did not know where, the
+butcher&#8217;s wife would take me into her room back of the shop, and then I
+would go to sleep, cuddled up close upon a rug, with my paws on her
+hand, and dream that I was back in my mountain home.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;One day I heard my master say I was to be pho-to-graphed, and I thought
+my time had come. You see, I had never heard the word before. There was
+no escape, as I was kept tied, and the next morning my master took me
+under his big coat in the cable-cars. I could just peep through one of
+the button-holes, and all at once I uttered a loud whine. You should
+have seen how the passengers stared at my master, who I know looked
+embarrassed, as he gave me a tremendous squeeze. We soon got out, and I
+was carried up a flight of stairs, and placed on a table in a room, the
+walls of which were covered with pictures of people&#8217;s faces, all of
+which seemed to keep their eyes fixed on me.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;My master petted me and gave me some sugar, and I began to think that
+being photographed was possibly not so bad, after all. Presently a man
+came in. He looked very much astonished, and said, &lsquo;Why, I thought you
+engaged a sitting for &ldquo;a descendant of one of the early settlers&rdquo;?&rsquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;&lsquo;So I did,&rsquo; replied my master; &lsquo;there it is,&rsquo; pointing to where I stood
+up, blinking with all my might.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;&lsquo;Why, it&#8217;s a cub bear!&rsquo; exclaimed the man.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;&lsquo;Well, it is a relative of some early settlers, all the same,&rsquo; my
+master answered.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;At this the man smiled good-humoredly, then he went into another room,
+while my master petted me and gave me so much sugar that I had the
+toothache from it. After a while the man came back and said he was
+ready, and I was
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">[Pg 223]</a></span>
+taken into a room where there was a big thing
+like a gun on three legs, with a cloth over it. My master sat down in
+a chair and held me in his lap while the man pointed the gun at us.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I thought I was to be shot, and tried to get away, and this made the
+man so cross that he came out from under the cloth and said he couldn&#8217;t
+do it. Then my master put me up in a child&#8217;s chair and propped something
+tight against my head, at which they both laughed so loud you could have
+heard them in the street, and I jumped down.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Finally, the man tapped his forehead and said, &lsquo;I have it.&rsquo; He put a
+screen before the gun and my master set me on top of it, holding my
+chain while the man crept under the cloth. I did not dare move, as I was
+astride of the screen, my hind feet hanging in the air. I prepared for
+the worst. Then the man came out again, looked at me sharply, and turned
+my head a little, telling me to smile, at which my master laughed. The
+man next shook a tambourine at me, and as I turned to see what the noise
+meant, I heard a <em>click!</em> and just then my master took me down and
+carried me home, much to my relief.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I wondered what it was all about until one day my master took me on his
+knee, and, holding up a card, said, &lsquo;Well, here you are!&rsquo;&mdash;and what do
+you suppose it was? Nothing more or less than my picture; just as I was
+perched astride the screen the day when I thought I was going to be
+killed. Here it is&rdquo;:</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 384px;">
+<img src="images/img260.png" width="384" height="370" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">[Pg 224]</a></span></p>
+<h2>THE HARE AND THE HEDGEHOG</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY THE BROTHERS GRIMM</strong></p>
+
+<p>This tale, my young readers, will seem to you to be quite false; but
+still it must be true, for my Grandfather, who used to tell it to me,
+would wind up by saying, &ldquo;All this is true, my son, else it would never
+have been told to me.&rdquo; The tale runs thus:&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>It was a fine summer&#8217;s morning, just before harvest-time; the buckwheat
+was in flower, and the sun was shining brightly in the heaven above, a
+breeze was blowing over the fields, where the larks were singing; and
+along the paths the people were going to church dressed in their best.
+Every creature seemed contented, even the Hedgehog, who stood before his
+door singing as he best could a joyful song in praise of the fine
+morning. Indoors, meanwhile, his Wife was washing and drying the
+kitchen, before going into the fields for a walk to see how the crops
+were getting on. She was such a long while, however, about her work that
+Mr. Hedgehog would wait no longer, and trotted off by himself. He had
+not walked any very long distance before he came to a small thicket,
+near a field of cabbages, and there he espied a Hare, who he guessed had
+come on a similar errand to himself; namely, to devour a few fine heads.
+As soon as Mr. Hedgehog saw the Hare, he wished him a good morning; but
+the latter, who was in his way a high-minded creature, turned a fierce
+and haughty look upon the Hedgehog, and made no reply to his greeting.
+He asked, instead, in a very majestic tone, how he came to be walking
+abroad at such an early hour. &ldquo;I am taking a walk,&rdquo; replied the
+Hedgehog.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 275px;">
+<img src="images/img261.png" width="275" height="298" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>&ldquo;A walk!&rdquo; repeated the Hare, in an ironical tone, &ldquo;methinks you might
+employ your legs about something better!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>This answer vexed the Hedgehog most dreadfully, for he could have borne
+anything better than to be quizzed about his legs, because they were
+naturally short, and from no fault of his own. However, he said to the
+Hare, &ldquo;Well, you need not be so proud, pray, what can you do with those
+legs of yours?&rdquo; &ldquo;That is my affair,&rdquo; replied the Hare. &ldquo;I expect, if you
+would venture a trial, that I should beat you in a race,&rdquo; said the
+Hedgehog.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">[Pg 225]</a></span></p>
+<p>&ldquo;You are laughing! you, with your short legs!&rdquo; said the Hare
+contemptuously. &ldquo;But still, since you have such a particular wish, I
+have no objection to try. What shall the wager be?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;A louis d&#8217;or,&rdquo; replied the Hedgehog.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Done!&rdquo; said the Hare, &ldquo;and it may as well come off at once.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;No! not in such great haste, if you please,&rdquo; said the Hedgehog; &ldquo;I am
+not quite ready yet; I must first go home and freshen up a bit. Within
+half-an-hour I will return to this place.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Thereupon the Hedgehog hurried off, leaving the Hare very merry. On his
+way home the former thought to himself, &ldquo;Mr. Hare is very haughty and
+high-minded, but withal he is very stupid, and although he thinks to
+beat me with his long legs, I will find a way to defeat him.&rdquo; So, as
+soon as the Hedgehog reached home, he told his Wife to dress herself at
+once to go into the field with him.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;What is the matter?&rdquo; asked his Wife.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I have made a wager with the Hare, for a louis d&#8217;or, to run a race with
+him, and you must be witness.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;My goodness, man! are you in your senses!&rdquo; said the Wife, &ldquo;do you know
+what you are about? How can you expect to run so fast as the Hare?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Hold your tongue, Wife; that is my affair. Don&#8217;t you reason about men&#8217;s
+business. March, and get ready to come with me.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>As soon, then, as the Hedgehog&#8217;s Wife was ready they set out together;
+and on the way he said, &ldquo;Now attend to what I say. On the long field
+yonder we shall decide our bet. The Hare is to run on the one side of
+the hedge and I on the other, and so all you have to do is to stop at
+one end of the hedge, and then when the Hare arrives on the other side
+at the same point, you must call out, &lsquo;I am here already.&rsquo;&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>They soon came to the field, and the Hedgehog stationed himself at one
+end of the hedge, and his Wife at the other end; and as soon as they had
+taken their places the Hare arrived. &ldquo;Are you ready to start?&rdquo; asked the
+Hare. &ldquo;Yes,&rdquo; answered the Hedgehog, and each took his place. &ldquo;Off once,
+off twice, three times and off!&rdquo; cried the Hare, and ran up the field
+like a whirlwind; while the Hedgehog took three steps and then returned
+to his place.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 275px;">
+<img src="images/img263.png" width="275" height="297" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>The Hare soon arrived at his goal, as he ran all the way at top speed,
+but before he could reach it, the Hedgehog&#8217;s Wife on the other side
+called out, &ldquo;I am here already!&rdquo; The Hare was thunderstruck to hear this
+said, for he thought it really was his opponent, since there was no
+difference in the voices of the Hedgehog and his Wife. &ldquo;This will not
+do!&rdquo; thought the Hare to himself; but presently he called out, &ldquo;Once,
+twice, and off again;&rdquo; and away he went as fast as possible, leaving the
+Hedgehog quietly sitting in her place. &ldquo;I am here
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">[Pg 226]</a></span>
+before you,&rdquo; cried
+Mr. Hedgehog, as soon as the Hare approached. &ldquo;What! again?&rdquo; exclaimed
+the Hare in a rage; and added, &ldquo;Will you dare another trial!&rdquo; &ldquo;Oh! as
+many as you like; do not be afraid on my account,&rdquo; said Mr. Hedgehog,
+courteously.</p>
+
+<p>So the Hare then ran backwards and forwards three-and-seventy times, but
+each time the Hedgehogs had the advantage of him, for either Mr. or Mrs.
+shouted before he could reach the goal, &ldquo;Here I am already!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>The four-and-seventieth time the Hare was unable to run any more. In the
+middle of the course he stopped and dropped down quite exhausted, and
+there he lay motionless for some time. But the Hedgehog took the louis
+d&#8217;or which he had won, and went composedly home with his Wife.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+
+<a name="WEEROBIN" id="WEEROBIN"></a>
+<h2>THE WEE ROBIN&#8217;S CHRISTMAS SONG</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap"><strong>a scotch story, attributed to robert burns</strong></span></p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap"><strong>adapted by jennie ellis burdick</strong></span></p>
+
+<p>There was an old gray Pussy Cat, and she went away down by a brookside.
+There she saw a wee Robin Redbreast hopping on a brier bush.</p>
+
+<p>Says the gray Pussy Cat: &ldquo;Where are you going, wee Robin?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>And the wee Robin makes answer: &ldquo;I&#8217;m going away to the King to sing him
+a song this glad Christmas morning.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>And the gray Pussy Cat says, &ldquo;Come here, wee Robin, and I&#8217;ll let you see
+a pretty white ring I have around my neck.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>But the wee Robin says: &ldquo;No, no! gray Pussy Cat, no, no! You worried the
+wee mousie, but you cannot worry me!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>So the wee Robin flew away until he came to a wall of earth and grass,
+and there he saw a gray greedy Hawk sitting.</p>
+
+<p>And the gray greedy Hawk says: &ldquo;Where are you going, wee Robin?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>And the wee Robin makes answer: &ldquo;I&#8217;m going away to the King to sing him
+a song this glad Christmas morning.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>And the gray greedy Hawk says: &ldquo;Come here, wee Robin, and I&#8217;ll let you
+see the bright feather in my wing.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_227" id="Page_227">[Pg 227]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 375px;">
+<img src="images/img264.png" width="375" height="500" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">wee robin and the old gray pussy cat</span>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228">[Pg 228]</a></span></p>
+<p>But wee Robin says: &ldquo;No, no! gray greedy Hawk, no, no! You pecked the
+little Meadowlark, but you cannot peck me!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>So the wee Robin flew away until he came to a steep, rocky hillside, and
+there he saw a sly Fox sitting. And the sly Fox says, &ldquo;Where are you
+going, wee Robin?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>And the wee Robin makes answer: &ldquo;I&#8217;m going away to the King to sing him
+a song this glad Christmas morning.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>And the sly Fox says: &ldquo;Come here, wee Robin, and I&#8217;ll let you see the
+pretty spot on the tip of my tail.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>But the wee Robin says: &ldquo;No, no! sly Fox, no, no! You worried the little
+Lamb, but you cannot worry me!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>So the wee Robin flew away until he came to a grassy meadow, and there
+he saw a little shepherd boy.</p>
+
+<p>And the little shepherd says: &ldquo;Where are you going, wee Robin?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>And wee Robin makes answer: &ldquo;I&#8217;m going away to the King to sing him a
+song this glad Christmas morning.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>And the little shepherd boy says: &ldquo;Come here, wee Robin, and I&#8217;ll give
+you some crumbs from my lunch.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>But the wee Robin says: &ldquo;No, no! little shepherd boy, no, no! You caught
+the Goldfinch, but you cannot catch me!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>So the wee Robin flew away till he came to the King; and there he sat on
+a plowshare, and sang the King a cheery song. And the King says to the
+Queen: &ldquo;What will we give to the wee Robin for singing us this cheery
+song?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>And the Queen makes answer to the King: &ldquo;I think we&#8217;ll give him the wee
+Wren to be his wife.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>So the wee Robin and the wee Wren were married, and the King and the
+Queen, and all the court danced at the wedding. Then the wee Robin and
+the wee Wren flew away home to the wee Robin&#8217;s own brookside, and hopped
+on the brier bush.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+
+<a name="THEFOX" id="THEFOX"></a>
+<h2>THE FOX</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em;">
+The Fox set out in a hungry plight,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And begged the moon to give him light,</span><br />
+For he&#8217;d many a mile to travel that night<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Before he could reach his den O!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em;">
+First he came to a farmer&#8217;s yard,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where the ducks and geese declared it was hard</span><br />
+That their nerves should be shaken, and their rest be marred<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">By a visit from Mr. Fox O!</span></p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_229" id="Page_229">[Pg 229]</a></span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em;">
+He seized the gray goose by the sleeve,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Says he, &ldquo;Madam Gray Goose, by your leave,</span><br />
+I&#8217;ll carry you off without reprieve,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And take you away to my den O!&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em;">
+He seized the gray duck by the neck,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And flung her over across his back,</span><br />
+While the old duck cried out, &ldquo;Quack, quack, quack,&rdquo;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">With her legs dangling down behind O!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em;">
+Then old Mrs. Flipper Flapper jumped out of bed,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And out of the window she popped her head,</span><br />
+Crying, &ldquo;John, John, John, the gray goose is gone,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the Fox is off to his den O!&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em;">
+Then John went up to the top of the hill,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And he blew a blast both loud and shrill.</span><br />
+Says the Fox, &ldquo;That is fine music, still<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">I&#8217;d rather be off to my den O!&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em;">
+So the Fox he hurried home to his den,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To his dear little foxes eight, nine, ten.</span><br />
+Says he, &ldquo;We&#8217;re in luck, here&#8217;s a big fat duck<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">With her legs dangling down behind O!&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em;">
+Then the Fox sat down with his hungry wife,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And they made a good meal without fork or knife.</span><br />
+They never had a better time in all their life,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the little ones picked the bones O!</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+
+<a name="COMPANIONS" id="COMPANIONS"></a>
+<h2>THREE COMPANIONS</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY DINAH MARIA MULOCK-CRAIK</strong></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+We go on our walk together&mdash;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Baby and dog and I&mdash;</span><br />
+Three little merry companions,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&#8217;Neath any sort of sky</span><br />
+Blue as our baby&#8217;s eyes are,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Gray like our old dog&#8217;s tail;</span><br />
+Be it windy or cloudy or stormy,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Our courage will never fail.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+Baby&#8217;s a little lady;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dog is a gentleman brave;</span><br />
+If he had two legs as you have,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">He&#8217;d kneel to her like a slave;</span><br />
+As it is, he loves and protects her,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">As dog and gentleman can.</span><br />
+I&#8217;d rather be a kind doggie,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">I think, than a cruel man.</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_230" id="Page_230">[Pg 230]</a></span></p>
+<h2>&ldquo;&#8217;FRAID CAT!&rdquo;</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY FRANK MUNRO</strong></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+To Pussy-town, the other day,<br />
+      <span style="margin-left: 3em;">The movies came.</span><br />
+      <span style="margin-left: 3em;">And you must know,</span><br />
+The only chance mice have to play<br />
+      <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Is when the cats</span><br />
+      <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Go to the show!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+(Yes, mice have certain little &ldquo;rights&rdquo;&mdash;<br />
+      <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Though I confess</span><br />
+      <span style="margin-left: 3em;">&#8217;Em hard to see!</span><br />
+And one is to stay up o&#8217; nights<br />
+      <span style="margin-left: 3em;">And steal our cheese&mdash;</span><br />
+      <span style="margin-left: 3em;">If cheese there be!)</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+Well, in the playhouse, on the screen,<br />
+      <span style="margin-left: 3em;">The pussies saw</span><br />
+      <span style="margin-left: 3em;">(And so may you)</span><br />
+True love run smoothly, I ween:<br />
+      <span style="margin-left: 3em;">But &ldquo;also ran,&rdquo;</span><br />
+      <span style="margin-left: 3em;">A dog in blue!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+The foolish cats, in great alarm,<br />
+      <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Dashed out, nor</span><br />
+      <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Asked for money back!&mdash;</span><br />
+A dog policeman has no charm<br />
+      <span style="margin-left: 3em;">When he is close</span><br />
+      <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Upon one&#8217;s track!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+They did not use their heads. I fear;<br />
+      <span style="margin-left: 3em;">(Some boys and girls</span><br />
+      <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Are just like that)</span><br />
+And so the pussies now must hear<br />
+      <span style="margin-left: 3em;">The grown folks say</span><br />
+      <span style="margin-left: 3em;">&ldquo;&#8217;Fraid cat! &#8217;Fraid cat!&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/img268.png" width="600" height="499" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">the cats at the movies<br /></span>
+<span class="sml1">from a drawing by culmer barnes</span>
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_231" id="Page_231">[Pg 231]</a></span></p>
+<h2>THE SPIDER AND THE FLY</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY MARY HOWITT</strong></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 9em;">
+&ldquo;Will you walk into my parlor?&rdquo; said the Spider to the Fly,<br />
+&ldquo;&#8217;Tis the prettiest little parlor that ever you did spy;<br />
+The way into my parlor is up a winding stair,<br />
+And I have many curious things to show when you are there.&rdquo;<br />
+&ldquo;Oh, no, no,&rdquo; said the little Fly, &ldquo;to ask me is in vain;<br />
+For who goes up your winding stair can ne&#8217;er come down again.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 9em;">
+&ldquo;I&#8217;m sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high;<br />
+Will you rest upon my little bed?&rdquo; said the Spider to the Fly.<br />
+&ldquo;There are pretty curtains drawn around, the sheets are fine and thin;<br />
+And if you like to rest a while, I&#8217;ll snugly tuck you in!&rdquo;<br />
+&ldquo;Oh, no, no,&rdquo; said the little Fly, &ldquo;for I&#8217;ve often heard it said,<br />
+They never, never wake again, who sleep upon your bed!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 9em;">
+Said the cunning Spider to the Fly, &ldquo;Dear friend, what can I do<br />
+To prove the warm affection I&#8217;ve always felt for you?<br />
+I have, within my pantry, good store of all that&#8217;s nice;<br />
+I&#8217;m sure you&#8217;re very welcome&mdash;will you please to take a slice?&rdquo;<br />
+&ldquo;Oh, no, no,&rdquo; said the little Fly, &ldquo;kind sir, that cannot be,<br />
+I&#8217;ve heard what&#8217;s in your pantry, and I do not wish to see!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 9em;">
+&ldquo;Sweet creature,&rdquo; said the Spider, &ldquo;you&#8217;re witty and you&#8217;re wise;<br />
+How handsome are your gauzy wings, how brilliant are your eyes!<br />
+I have a little looking-glass upon my parlor shelf;<br />
+If you&#8217;ll step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself.&rdquo;<br />
+&ldquo;I thank you, gentle sir,&rdquo; she said, &ldquo;for what you&#8217;re pleased to say,<br />
+And bidding you good morning now, I&#8217;ll call another day.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 9em;">
+The Spider turned him round about, and went into his den,<br />
+For well he knew the silly Fly would soon be back again;<br />
+So he wove a subtle web in a little corner sly,<br />
+And set his table ready to dine upon the Fly.<br />
+Then he came out to his door again, and merrily did sing:<br />
+&ldquo;Come hither, hither, pretty Fly, with the pearl and silver wing;<br />
+Your robes are green and purple, there&#8217;s a crest upon your head;<br />
+Your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 9em;">
+Alas, alas! how very soon this silly little Fly,<br />
+Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by:<br />
+With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew&mdash;<br />
+Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and purple hue;<br />
+Thinking only of her crested head&mdash;poor foolish thing! At last,<br />
+Up jumped the cunning Spider, and fiercely held her fast.<br />
+He dragged her up his winding stair, into his dismal den<br />
+Within his little parlor&mdash;but she ne&#8217;er came out again!</p>
+
+
+<hr style='width: 25%;' />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img271.png" width="500" height="369" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&ldquo;hello! is this the clover nook dairy?<br />
+please send me some milk at once. good-by&rdquo;</span>
+</div>
+
+</div>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class="box">
+
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_233" id="Page_233">[Pg 233]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img272.png" width="500" height="189" alt="Everyday Verses" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="center" style="margin-left: 10em; margin-top: -6em;"><strong>BY ALDEN ARTHUR KNIPE</strong></p>
+
+<p class="sml" style="margin-left: 12em;">PICTURES BY EMILIE BENSON KNIPE</p>
+
+</div>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class="box">
+
+
+<a name="GENTLEMAN" id="GENTLEMAN"></a>
+<h2>A LITTLE GENTLEMAN</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+When Mother drops things on the floor,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">My father asks me: &ldquo;Who</span><br />
+Should always pick them up for her?&rdquo;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And so I always do.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+He says I haven&#8217;t far to reach<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And that a gentleman</span><br />
+Must do things for his Mother<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And be helpful as he can.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+But Mother bends down just the same,&mdash;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">She has to, don&#8217;t you see?</span><br />
+For after she&#8217;s said &ldquo;Thank you, dear,&rdquo;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">She stoops and kisses me.</span></p>
+
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img272b.png" width="500" height="398" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+
+<a name="TIMEFOR" id="TIMEFOR"></a>
+<h2>TIME FOR EVERYTHING</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">
+There&#8217;s a time to run and a time to walk;<br />
+There&#8217;s a time for silence, a time for talk;<br />
+There&#8217;s a time for work and a time for play;<br />
+There&#8217;s a time for sleep at the close of day.<br />
+There&#8217;s a time for everything you do,<br />
+For children and for grown-ups, too.<br />
+A time to stand up and a time to sit,&mdash;<br />
+But see that the time and actions fit.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_234" id="Page_234">[Pg 234]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img273.png" width="500" height="393" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h2>UMBRELLAS AND RUBBERS</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+Umbrellas and rubbers<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">You never forget,</span><br />
+Whenever it&#8217;s raining<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or snowy or wet;</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+But if it should clear up,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">While you are away,</span><br />
+Please bring them back home<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">For the next rainy day.</span></p>
+
+
+<a name="WHISPERING" id="WHISPERING"></a>
+<h2>WHISPERING IN SCHOOL</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+<span style="margin-left: -.5em;">&ldquo;Do not whisper&rdquo; is a rule</span><br />
+ You will find in every school,<br />
+ And the reason here is given<br />
+     <span style="margin-left: 2em;">In a rhyme:</span><br />
+ For children all will chatter<br />
+ About any little matter&mdash;<br />
+ And there&#8217;d be a dreadful clatter,<br />
+     <span style="margin-left: 2em;">All the time!</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img273b.png" width="500" height="184" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_235" id="Page_235">[Pg 235]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 585px;">
+<img src="images/img274.png" width="585" height="794" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+<p style="margin-left: 10em; margin-top: -45em;"><strong>RECESS</strong></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 5em; line-height: .9em; margin-top: -.5em;">
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">The romping boys</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Make lots of noise,</span><br />
+And run and jump and laugh and shout,<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">While here and there,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">With quiet air,</span><br />
+The girls in couples walk about.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 5em; line-height: .9em;">
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">A game begins,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">But no one wins,</span><br />
+Although they play with might and main,<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">For long before</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">The game is o&#8217;er</span><br />
+The bell rings out for school again.</p>
+
+
+
+<a name="AFTERSCHOOL" id="AFTERSCHOOL"></a>
+<p style="margin-left: 8em; margin-top: 4em;"><strong>AFTER SCHOOL</strong></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 5em; line-height: .9em; margin-top: -.5em;">
+Although we like to go to school,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">We&#8217;re rather glad to put away</span><br />
+Our books and slates and other things,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">When it is over for the day.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 5em; line-height: .9em;">
+And off we go to play and romp,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">While teacher, who is good and kind,</span><br />
+Is left behind all by herself&mdash;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">But then, perhaps, she doesn&#8217;t mind.</span></p>
+
+
+<a name="MONDAYSLESSONS" id="MONDAYSLESSONS"></a>
+<p style="margin-left: 8em; margin-top: 4em;"><strong>MONDAY&#8217;S LESSONS</strong></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 5em; line-height: .9em; margin-top: -.5em;">
+Study them well on Friday,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">For it&#8217;s much the better way,</span><br />
+Because when once they&#8217;re finished<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">You&#8217;ve all Saturday for play.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 7em;">&nbsp;</p>
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_236" id="Page_236">[Pg 236]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 454px;">
+<img src="images/img275.png" width="454" height="500" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h2>AT DINNER</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+No matter where we children are<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">We run in answer to the bell,</span><br />
+And dinner comes in piping hot;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">It makes us hungry just to smell.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+Poor Father sharpens up his knife,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And carves with all his might and main;</span><br />
+But long before he&#8217;s had a bite<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Our Willie&#8217;s plate comes back again.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+We eat our vegetables and meat,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">For Mother, who is always right,</span><br />
+Says those who wish to have dessert,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Must show they have an appetite.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+And when a Sunday comes around,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">So very, very good we seem,</span><br />
+You&#8217;d think &#8217;most any one could tell<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">That for dessert we&#8217;d have ice-cream.</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_237" id="Page_237">[Pg 237]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 426px;">
+<img src="images/img276.png" width="426" height="600" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="center" style="margin-top: -36em;"><strong>VALOR.</strong><br />
+<span class="sml1">By Lucy Fitch Perkins.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em; margin-top: 29.5em; line-height: .9em">
+There isn&#8217;t any giant<br />
+  Within this forest grim,<br />
+And if there were, I wouldn&#8217;t be<br />
+  A bit afraid of him!</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_238" id="Page_238">[Pg 238]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 425px;">
+<img src="images/img277.png" width="425" height="600" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="center" style="margin-top: -36.5em;"><strong>A DOMESTIC TRAGEDY</strong><br />
+<span class="sml1">By Lucy Fitch Perkins.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 5em; margin-top: 35em; line-height: .9em">
+My doll, my doll, my Annabel,<br />
+She&#8217;s really feeling far from well!<br />
+Her wig is gone, her eyes are out,<br />
+Her legs are left somewhere about,</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 24em; margin-top: -4em; line-height: .9em">
+Her arms were stolen by the pup,<br />
+The hens ate all her sawdust up,<br />
+So all that&#8217;s really left of her<br />
+Is just her clothes and character.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_239" id="Page_239">[Pg 239]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 417px;">
+<img src="images/img278.png" width="417" height="600" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="center" style="margin-top: -5.65em;"><strong>THE CAPITALIST.</strong></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em; margin-top: -.65em; line-height: .9em;">
+I always buy at the lollipop-shop,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">On the very first day of spring,</span><br />
+A bag of marbles, a spinning-top,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And a pocketful of string.</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_240" id="Page_240">[Pg 240]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 424px;">
+<img src="images/img279.png" width="424" height="600" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="center" style="margin-top: -37em;"><strong>IN MERRY ENGLAND.</strong><br />
+<span class="sml1">By Lucy Fitch Perkins.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 6em; margin-top: 35em; line-height: .9em">
+In merry, merry England,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the merry month of May,</span><br />
+Miss Mary Ella Montague<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Went out in best array.</span><br />
+Her wise mama called out to her,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;My darling Mary Ella,</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 22em; margin-top: -6em; line-height: .9em">
+It looks like rain to-day, my dear;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">You&#8217;d best take your umbrella!&rdquo;</span><br />
+That silly girl she paid no heed<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To her dear mother&#8217;s call.</span><br />
+She walked at least six miles that day,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And it never rained at all!</span></p>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_241" id="Page_241">[Pg 241]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 424px;">
+<img src="images/img280.png" width="424" height="600" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="center" style="margin-top: -37em;"><strong>THE GOOSE GIRL.</strong><br />
+<span class="sml1">By Lucy Fitch Perkins.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 8em; margin-top: 31em; line-height: .9em">
+Oh, I&#8217;m a goose, and you&#8217;re a goose, and we&#8217;re all geese together.<br />
+We wander over hill and dale, all in the sweet June weather,<br />
+While wise folk stay indoors and pore<br />
+O&#8217;er dusty books for learning lore.<br />
+How glad I am&mdash;how glad you are&mdash;that we&#8217;re birds of a feather:<br />
+That you&#8217;re a goose, and I&#8217;m a goose, and we&#8217;re all geese together!</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_242" id="Page_242">[Pg 242]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 426px;">
+<img src="images/img281.png" width="426" height="600" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="center" style="margin-top: -37em;"><strong>THE PHILOSOPHER</strong><br />
+<span class="sml1">By Lucy Fitch Perkins.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em; margin-top: 30em; line-height: .9em">
+Let me make you acquainted with Mrs. O&#8217;Toole,<br />
+Though she&#8217;s had little learning, she&#8217;s nobody&#8217;s fool,<br />
+She loves her fine geese, but when they are dead<br />
+She&#8217;ll comfort herself with a new feather bed.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_243" id="Page_243">[Pg 243]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 504px;">
+<img src="images/img282.png" width="504" height="700" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-top: -40em; margin-left: 22em;"><span style="font-size: 1.3em;"><strong>EVERY-DAY VERSES</strong></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: .5em;" class="center"><strong>BY ALDEN ARTHUR KNIPE</strong></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;" class="sml2">PICTURES BY EMILIE BENSON KNIPE</span></p>
+
+
+<p style="margin-left: 22em; line-height: .9em"><strong>THIRSTY FLOWERS</strong></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 22em; margin-top: -.5em; line-height: .9em">
+I have a little wat&#8217;ring-pot,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">It holds two quarts I think,</span><br />
+And when the days are very hot<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">I give the plants a drink.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 20em; line-height: .9em">
+They lift their heads as flowers should,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And look so green and gay;</span><br />
+I&#8217;m sure that if they only could,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;We thank you, Sir,&rdquo; they&#8217;d say.</span></p>
+
+
+<p style="margin-left: 22em; margin-top: 5em; line-height: .9em"><strong>SHARING WITH OTHERS</strong></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 20em; margin-top: -.5em; margin-bottom: 15em; line-height: .9em">
+Sometimes Mother gives to me<br />
+Such a lot of money&mdash;See!<br />
+But it&#8217;s very hard to buy<br />
+All the things you&#8217;d like to try,<br />
+And you always share your penny<br />
+With a child who hasn&#8217;t any.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_244" id="Page_244">[Pg 244]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 567px;">
+<img src="images/img283.png" width="567" height="851" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 7em; margin-top: -39em;"><strong>POCKETS</strong></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 7em; line-height: .9em">
+    Pockets are fine<br />
+    For marbles and twine,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: -2em;">For knives and rubber bands;</span><br />
+    So, stuff them tight<br />
+    From morning till night<br />
+<span style="margin-left: -2em;">With anything else but hands!</span></p>
+
+
+<p style="margin-left: 5em; margin-top: 5em;"><strong>WAITING FOR DINNER</strong></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 5em; line-height: .9em">
+When one is very hungry,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">It&#8217;s hard to wait, I know,</span><br />
+For minutes seem like hours<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the clock is always slow.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 5em; line-height: .9em">
+There isn&#8217;t time to play a game,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">You just sit down and wait,</span><br />
+While Mother says, &ldquo;Be patient,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Our cook is never late.&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 5em; margin-bottom: 11em; line-height: .9em">
+It&#8217;s best when one is hungry,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To think of other things,</span><br />
+For then, before you know it,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The bell for dinner rings.</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_245" id="Page_245">[Pg 245]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 425px;">
+<img src="images/img284.png" width="425" height="600" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="center" style="margin-top: -36em;"><strong>THE CRITIC</strong></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em; margin-top: 30.5em; line-height: .9em">
+If only more people would write fewer books<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">How well pleased I would be!</span><br />
+If all the authors would change into cooks<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&#8217;T would suit me perfectly.</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_246" id="Page_246">[Pg 246]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 416px;">
+<img src="images/img285.png" width="416" height="600" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="center" style="margin-top: -36em;"><strong>DIPLOMACY</strong><br />
+<span class="sml1">By Lucy Fitch Perkins</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em; margin-top: 30.5em; line-height: .9em">
+The Widow Hill has a fine plum-tree!<br />
+The Widow Hill is fond o&#8217; me.<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">I&#8217;ll call on her to-day!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em; line-height: .9em">
+The plum-tree grows by her front door.<br />
+I&#8217;ve been meaning to call for a week or more<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To pass the time o&#8217; day!</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_247" id="Page_247">[Pg 247]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 425px;">
+<img src="images/img286.png" width="425" height="600" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="center" style="margin-top: -36.5em;"><strong>IF I WERE QUEEN.</strong><br />
+<span class="sml1">By Lucy Fitch Perkins</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em; margin-top: 30.5em; line-height: .9em">
+If I were Queen of Anywhere,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">I&#8217;d have a golden crown,</span><br />
+And sit upon a velvet chair,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And wear a satin gown.</span><br />
+A Knight of noble pedigree<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Should wait beside my seat,</span><br />
+To serve me upon bended knee<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">With things I like to eat.</span><br />
+I&#8217;d have bonbons and cherry pie,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ice-cream and birthday cake,</span><br />
+And a page should always stay near by<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To have my stomach-ache!</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_248" id="Page_248">[Pg 248]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 419px;">
+<img src="images/img287.png" width="419" height="600" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="center" style="margin-top: -36.5em;"><strong>THOUGHTS IN CHURCH</strong><br />
+<span class="sml1">By Lucy Fitch Perkins</span></p>
+
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em; margin-top: 27.3em; line-height: .8em">
+Oh, to be a sailor<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And sail to foreign lands&mdash;</span><br />
+To Greenland&#8217;s icy mountains<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And India&#8217;s coral strands!</span><br />
+To sail upon the Ganges<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And see the crocodile,</span><br />
+Where every prospect pleases,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And only man is vile.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em; line-height: .9em">
+I&#8217;d love to see the heathen<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bow down to wood and stone,</span><br />
+But his wicked graven image<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">I&#8217;d knock from off its throne!</span><br />
+The heathen-in-his-blindness<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Should see a thing or two!</span><br />
+He&#8217;d know before I left him<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">What a Yankee boy can do!</span></p>
+
+</div>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class="box">
+
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_249" id="Page_249">[Pg 249]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 583px;">
+<img src="images/img288.png" width="583" height="148" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h1>THE DAYS OF THE WEEK</h1>
+
+</div>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class="box">
+
+
+<h2>THIS IS THE WAY</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+This is the way we wash our clothes,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wash our clothes,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wash our clothes;</span><br />
+This is the way we wash our clothes,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">So early Monday morning.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+This is the way we iron our clothes,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Iron our clothes,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Iron our clothes;</span><br />
+This is the way we iron our clothes,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">So early Tuesday morning.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+This is the way we mend our shoes,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Mend our shoes,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Mend our shoes;</span><br />
+This is the way we mend our shoes,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">So early Wednesday morning.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+This is the way we visit our friends,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Visit our friends,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Visit our friends;</span><br />
+This is the way we visit our friends,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">So early Thursday morning.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+This is the way we sweep the house,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sweep the house,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sweep the house;</span><br />
+This is the way we sweep the house,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">So early Friday morning.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+This is the way we bake our cake,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bake our cake,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bake our cake;</span><br />
+This is the way we bake our cake,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">So early Saturday morning.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+This is the way we go to church,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Go to church,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Go to church;</span><br />
+This is the way we go to church,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">So early Sunday morning.</span></p>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_250" id="Page_250">[Pg 250]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>DAYS OF BIRTH</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+Monday&#8217;s child is fair of face,<br />
+Tuesday&#8217;s child is full of grace,</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+Wednesday&#8217;s child is brave and glad,<br />
+Thursday&#8217;s child is never bad,</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+Friday&#8217;s child is loving and kind,<br />
+Saturday&#8217;s child is clear in mind,</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+The child that is born on the Sabbath day<br />
+Is fair and wise and good and gay.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="WASHING" id="WASHING"></a>
+<h2>THE WASHING</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+They that wash on Monday<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Have all the week to dry;</span><br />
+They that wash on Tuesday<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Are not so much awry;</span><br />
+They that wash on Wednesday<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Are not so much to blame;</span><br />
+They that wash on Thursday<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wash for very shame;</span><br />
+They that wash on Friday<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wash because of need,</span><br />
+And they that wash on Saturday,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Oh, they are lazy indeed!</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="GRUNDY" id="GRUNDY"></a>
+<h2>SOLOMON GRUNDY</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+Solomon Grundy,<br />
+Born on a Monday,<br />
+Christened on Tuesday,<br />
+Married on Wednesday,<br />
+Took ill on Thursday,<br />
+Worse on Friday,<br />
+Died on Saturday,<br />
+Buried on Sunday:<br />
+This is the end<br />
+Of Solomon Grundy&mdash;<br />
+Born on a Monday,<br />
+Christened on Tuesday,<br />
+Married, <em>etc.</em></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="PLAYDAYS" id="PLAYDAYS"></a>
+<h2>BABY&#8217;S PLAY DAYS</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+How many days has my baby to play?<br />
+Saturday, Sunday, Monday,<br />
+Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday,<br />
+Saturday, Sunday, Monday.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_251" id="Page_251">[Pg 251]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>WHICH DO YOU CHOOSE?</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 581px;">
+<img src="images/img290.png" width="581" height="232" alt="BETTY LOU DOLLY POLLY SALLIE SUE" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+<span style="margin-left: -.5em;">&ldquo;Oh, ho! little maidens, all in a row,</span><br />
+ And each one wearing a butterfly bow.<br />
+ Which is the prettiest, Betty, or Lou,<br />
+ Dolly, or Polly, or Sallie, or Sue?<br />
+ I do not know, so I&#8217;ll have to ask you.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="SEVENLITTLE" id="SEVENLITTLE"></a>
+<h2>SEVEN LITTLE MICE</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY STELLA GEORGE STERN</strong></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 98px; margin-left: 6em; margin-top: -3em;">
+<img src="images/img290b.png" width="98" height="392" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 2em;">Little-Mouse-Sunday found a great, big bun;</p>
+<p style="margin-top: 1.5em;">Little-Mouse-Monday wished that <em>he</em> had one;</p>
+<p style="margin-top: 1.5em;">Little-Mouse-Tuesday was fat enough without;</p>
+<p style="margin-top: 1.5em;">Little-Mouse-Wednesday sat down to sulk and pout,</p>
+<p style="margin-top: 1.5em;">Said Little-Mouse-Thursday, &ldquo;<em>I&#8217;ll</em> get one for myself!&rdquo;</p>
+<p style="margin-top: 1.5em;">Said Little-Mouse-Friday, &ldquo;There&#8217;s another on the shelf&rdquo;;</p>
+<p style="margin-top: 1.5em;">Little-Mouse-Saturday began to beg and squeak;</p>
+<p style="margin-top: 1.5em;">&ldquo;Come on!&rdquo; said all the seven, &ldquo;we&#8217;ve enough to last a week!&rdquo;</p>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_252" id="Page_252">[Pg 252]</a></span></p>
+<h2>VISITING</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+&ldquo;Good morning, Monday!<br />
+Tell me how is Tuesday?&rdquo;<br />
+&ldquo;Very well, Dame Wednesday.<br />
+Please to tell Miss Thursday,<br />
+Also little Saturday,<br />
+To call on Mister Sunday.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+
+<h2>LITTLE TOMMY&#8217;S MONDAY MORNING</h2>
+
+<p class="sml">(<em>In a meter neither new nor difficult</em>)</p>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY TUDOR JENKS</strong></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+ All was well on Sunday morning,<br />
+ All was quiet Sunday evening;<br />
+ But, behold, quite early Monday</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 259px;">
+<img src="images/img291.png" width="259" height="327" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+ Came a queer, surprising Weakness&mdash;<br />
+ Weakness seizing little Tommy!<br />
+ It came shortly after breakfast&mdash;<br />
+ Breakfast with wheat-cakes and honey</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 170px; margin-top: -2em;">
+<img src="images/img291c.png" width="170" height="115" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em; margin-top: -.7em;">
+ Eagerly devoured by Tommy,<br />
+ Who till then was well as could be.<br />
+ Then, without a moment&#8217;s warning,<br />
+ Like a sneeze, that awful Aw-choo!<br />
+ Came this Weakness on poor Tommy.<br />
+<span style="margin-left: -.5em;">&ldquo;Mother, dear,&rdquo; he whined, &ldquo;dear mother,</span><br />
+ I am feeling rather strangely&mdash;<br />
+ Don&#8217;t know what&#8217;s the matter with me&mdash;<br />
+ My right leg is out of kilter,<br />
+ While my ear&mdash;my left ear&mdash;itches.<br />
+ Don&#8217;t you know that queerish feeling?&rdquo;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: -.5em;">&ldquo;Not exactly,&rdquo; said his mother.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: -.5em;">&ldquo;Does your head ache, Tommy dearest?&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 169px;">
+<img src="images/img291b.png" width="169" height="148" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em; margin-top: -.7em;">
+ Little Thomas, always truthful,<br />
+ Would not say his head was aching,<br />
+ For, you know, it really wasn&#8217;t.<br />
+<span style="margin-left: -.5em;">&ldquo;No, it doesn&#8217;t <em>ache</em>,&rdquo; he answered</span><br />
+ (Thinking of that noble story<br />
+ Of the Cherry-tree and Hatchet);<br />
+<span style="margin-left: -.5em;">&ldquo;But I&#8217;m tired, and I&#8217;m sleepy,</span><br />
+ And my shoulder&#8217;s rather achy.<br />
+ Don&#8217;t you think perhaps I&#8217;d better<br />
+ Stay at home with you, dear mother?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+ Thoughtfully his mother questioned,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: -.5em;">&ldquo;How about your school, dear Tommy?</span><br />
+ Do you wish to miss your lessons?&rdquo;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: -.5em;">&ldquo;Well, you know,&rdquo; was Tommy&#8217;s answer,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: -.5em;">&ldquo;Saturday we played at football;</span><br />
+ I was tired in the evening,<br />
+ So I didn&#8217;t learn my lessons&mdash;<br />
+ Left them all for Monday morning,<br />
+ Monday morning bright and early&mdash;&rdquo;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: -.5em;">&ldquo;And this morning you slept over?&rdquo;</span><br />
+ So his mother interrupted.<br />
+<span style="margin-left: -.5em;">&ldquo;Yes, mama,&rdquo; admitted Tommy.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: -.5em;">&ldquo;So I have not learned my lessons:</span><br />
+ And I&#8217;d better wait till Tuesday.<br />
+ Tuesday I can start in earnest&mdash;<br />
+ Tuesday when I&#8217;m feeling brighter!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+ Smilingly his mother eyed him,<br />
+ Then she said, &ldquo;Go ask your father&mdash;<br />
+ You will find him in his study,<br />
+ Adding up the week&#8217;s expenses.<br />
+ See what father says about it.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 277px;">
+<img src="images/img292a.png" width="277" height="226" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+ Toward the door went Tommy slowly,<br />
+ Seized the knob as if to turn it.<br />
+ Did not turn it; but, returning,<br />
+ Back he came unto his mother.<br />
+<span style="margin-left: -.5em;">&ldquo;Mother,&rdquo; said he, very slowly,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: -.5em;">&ldquo;Mother, I don&#8217;t feel so badly;</span></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 121px; margin-left: 5em;">
+<img src="images/img292b.png" width="121" height="250" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em; margin-top: -.7em;">
+ Maybe I&#8217;ll get through my lessons.<br />
+ Anyway, I think I&#8217;ll risk it.<br />
+ Have you seen my books, dear mother&mdash;<br />
+ My Geography and Speller,<br />
+ History and Definitions,&mdash;<br />
+ Since I brought them home on Friday?&rdquo;<br />
+ No. His mother had not seen them.<br />
+ Then began a search by Tommy.<br />
+ Long he searched, almost despairing,<br />
+ While the clock was striking loudly.<br />
+ And at length when Tommy found them&mdash;<br />
+ Found his books beneath the sofa&mdash;<br />
+ He&#8217;d forgotten all his Weakness,<br />
+ Pains and aches were quite forgotten.<br />
+ At full speed he hastened schoolward.<br />
+ But in vain, for he was tardy,<br />
+ All because of that strange Weakness<br />
+ He had felt on Monday morning.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 170px; margin-right: -2em; margin-top: -2em;">
+<img src="images/img292c.png" width="170" height="174" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+ Would you know the name that&#8217;s given,<br />
+ How they call that curious feeling?<br />
+ &#8217;Tis the dreaded &ldquo;Idon&#8217;twantto&rdquo;&mdash;<br />
+ Never fatal, but quite common<br />
+ To the tribe of Very-lazy.<br />
+ Would you know the charm that cures it&mdash;<br />
+ Cures the Weakness &ldquo;Idon&#8217;twantto&rdquo;?<br />
+ It is known as &ldquo;Butyou&#8217;vegotto,&rdquo;<br />
+ And no boy should be without it.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 228px;">
+<img src="images/img292d.png" width="228" height="259" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+ Now you know the curious legend<br />
+ Of the paleface little Tommy,<br />
+ Of his Weakness and its curing<br />
+ By the great charm &ldquo;Butyou&#8217;vegotto.&rdquo;<br />
+ Think of it on Monday mornings&mdash;<br />
+ It will save you lots of trouble.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 297px;">
+<img src="images/img292e.png" width="297" height="196" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_254" id="Page_254">[Pg 254]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img293.png" width="500" height="224" alt="Saint Saturday" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY HENRY JOHNSTONE</strong></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 9em;">
+Oh, Friday night&#8217;s the queen of nights, because it ushers in<br />
+The Feast of good St. Saturday, when studying is a sin,<br />
+When studying is a sin, boys, and we may go to play<br />
+Not only in the afternoon, but all the livelong day.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 9em;">
+St. Saturday&mdash;so legends say&mdash;lived in the ages when<br />
+The use of leisure still was known and current among men;<br />
+Full seldom and full slow he toiled, and even as he wrought<br />
+He&#8217;d sit him down and rest awhile, immersed in pious thought.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 9em;">
+He loved to fold his good old arms, to cross his good old knees,<br />
+And in a famous elbow-chair for hours he&#8217;d take his ease;<br />
+He had a word for old and young, and when the village boys<br />
+Came out to play, he&#8217;d smile on them and never mind the noise.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 9em;">
+So when his time came, honest man, the neighbors all declared<br />
+That one of keener intellect could better have been spared,<br />
+By young and old his loss was mourned in cottage and in hall,<br />
+For if he&#8217;d done them little good, he&#8217;d done no harm at all.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 9em;">
+In time they made a saint of him, and issued a decree&mdash;<br />
+Since he had loved his ease so well, and been so glad to see<br />
+The children frolic round him and to smile upon their play&mdash;<br />
+That school boys for his sake should have a weekly holiday.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 9em;">
+They gave his name unto the day, that as the years roll by<br />
+His memory might still be green; and that&#8217;s the reason why<br />
+We speak his name with gratitude, and oftener by far<br />
+Than that of any other saint in all the calendar.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 9em;">
+Then, lads and lassies, great and small, give ear to what I say&mdash;<br />
+Refrain from work on Saturdays as strictly as you may;<br />
+So shall the saint your patron be and prosper all you do&mdash;<br />
+And when examinations come he&#8217;ll see you safely through.</p>
+
+
+</div>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class="box">
+
+
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_255" id="Page_255">[Pg 255]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 586px;">
+<img src="images/img294.png" width="586" height="158" alt="NUMBER RHYMES" title="" />
+</div>
+
+</div>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class="box">
+
+
+<h2>1, 2, 3, 4, 5</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 19.5em;">
+      One<br />
+      Two<br />
+      Three<br />
+      Four<br />
+      Five<br />
+<span style="margin-left: -3em;">I caught a hare alive.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 19.5em;">
+      Six<br />
+      Seven<br />
+      Eight<br />
+      Nine<br />
+      Ten<br />
+<span style="margin-left: -2em;">I let it go again.</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+
+<a name="MEADOW" id="MEADOW"></a>
+<h2>OVER IN THE MEADOW</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY OLIVE A. WADSWORTH</strong></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+Over in the meadow,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the sand, in the sun,</span><br />
+Lived an old mother toad<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And her little toadie one.</span><br />
+&ldquo;Wink!&rdquo; said the mother;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;I wink,&rdquo; said the one:</span><br />
+So she winked and she blinked<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the sand, in the sun.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+Over in the meadow,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where the stream runs blue,</span><br />
+Lived an old mother fish<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And her little fishes two.</span><br />
+&ldquo;Swim!&rdquo; said the mother;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;We swim,&rdquo; said the two:</span><br />
+So they swam and they leaped<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where the stream runs blue.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+Over in the meadow,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">In a hole in a tree,</span><br />
+Lived a mother bluebird<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And her little birdies three.</span><br />
+&ldquo;Sing!&rdquo; said the mother;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;We sing,&rdquo; said the three:</span><br />
+So they sang and were glad<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the hole in the tree.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+Over in the meadow,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the reeds on the shore,</span><br />
+Lived a mother muskrat<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And her little ratties four.</span><br />
+&ldquo;Dive!&rdquo; said the mother;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;We dive,&rdquo; said the four:</span><br />
+So they dived and they burrowed<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the reeds on the shore.</span></p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_256" id="Page_256">[Pg 256]</a></span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+Over in the meadow,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">In a snug beehive,</span><br />
+Lived a mother honeybee<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And her little honeys five.</span><br />
+&ldquo;Buzz!&rdquo; said the mother;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;We buzz,&rdquo; said the five:</span><br />
+So they buzzed and they hummed<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the snug beehive.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+Over in the meadow,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">In a nest built of sticks,</span><br />
+Lived a black mother crow<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And her little crows six.</span><br />
+&ldquo;Caw!&rdquo; said the mother;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;We caw,&rdquo; said the six:</span><br />
+So they cawed and they cawed<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">In their nest built of sticks.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+Over in the meadow,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where the grass is so even,</span><br />
+Lived a gray mother cricket<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And her little crickets seven.</span><br />
+&ldquo;Chirp!&rdquo; said the mother;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;We chirp,&rdquo; said the seven:</span><br />
+So they chirped cheery notes<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the grass soft and even.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+Over in the meadow,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">By the old mossy gate,</span><br />
+Lived a brown mother lizard<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And her little lizards eight.</span><br />
+&ldquo;Bask!&rdquo; said the mother;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;We bask!&rdquo; said the eight:</span><br />
+So they basked in the sun<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">By the old mossy gate.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+Over in the meadow,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where the clear pools shine,</span><br />
+Lived a green mother frog<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And her little froggies nine.</span><br />
+&ldquo;Croak!&rdquo; said the mother;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;We croak,&rdquo; said the nine:</span><br />
+So they croaked and they splashed<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where the clear pools shine.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+Over in the meadow,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">In a sly little den,</span><br />
+Lived a gray mother spider<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And her little spiders ten.</span><br />
+&ldquo;Spin!&rdquo; said the mother;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;We spin,&rdquo; said the ten:</span><br />
+So they spun lace webs<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">In their sly little den.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+Over in the meadow,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the soft summer even,</span><br />
+Lived a mother firefly<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And her little flies eleven.</span><br />
+&ldquo;Shine!&rdquo; said the mother;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;We shine,&rdquo; said the eleven:</span><br />
+So they shone like stars<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the soft summer even.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+Over in the meadow,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where the men dig and delve,</span><br />
+Lived a wise mother ant<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And her little anties twelve.</span><br />
+&ldquo;Toil!&rdquo; said the mother;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;We toil,&rdquo; said the twelve:</span><br />
+So they toiled and were wise<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where the men dig and delve.</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="APPLESEEDS" id="APPLESEEDS"></a>
+<h2>COUNTING APPLE-SEEDS</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+One, I love,<br />
+Two, I love,<br />
+Three, I love, I say,<br />
+Four, I love with all my heart,<br />
+And five, I cast away;<br />
+Six, he loves,<br />
+Seven, she loves,<br />
+Eight, they both love;<br />
+Nine, he comes,<br />
+Ten, he tarries,<br />
+Eleven, he courts,<br />
+Twelve, he marries;<br />
+Thirteen, wishes,<br />
+Fourteen, kisses,<br />
+All the rest little witches.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_257" id="Page_257">[Pg 257]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 415px;">
+<img src="images/img296.png" width="415" height="600" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="center" style="margin-top: -36.5em;"><strong>TWINS</strong><br />
+<span class="sml1">By Lucy Fitch Perkins</span></p>
+
+<p class="center" style="margin-top: 30em; line-height: .9em;">
+Here&#8217;s a baby! Here&#8217;s another!<br />
+A sister and her infant brother.<br />
+Which is which &#8217;tis hard to tell,<br />
+But &ldquo;mother&rdquo; knows them very well.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_258" id="Page_258">[Pg 258]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 348px;">
+<img src="images/img297.png" width="348" height="500" alt="THE RHYME OF TEN LITTLE RABBITS" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_259" id="Page_259">[Pg 259]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 353px;">
+<img src="images/img298.png" width="353" height="500" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_260" id="Page_260">[Pg 260]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 415px;">
+<img src="images/img299.png" width="415" height="600" alt="In July" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="center" style="margin-top: 10em;"><strong>IN JULY.</strong><br />
+BY A. S. WEBBER.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 2em; line-height: .9em;">
+               <span style="margin-left: 5em;">10</span><br />
+     Ten little fire crackers<br />
+       <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Standing in a line,</span><br />
+     One thought he&#8217;d light a match<br />
+             <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Then&mdash;&mdash;</span><br />
+       <span style="margin-left: 1em;">There were nine.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-top: .5em; line-height: .9em;">
+               <span style="margin-left: 5em;">9</span><br />
+     Nine little fire crackers<br />
+       <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Walking very straight,</span><br />
+     One caught an engine spark<br />
+             <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Then&mdash;&mdash;</span><br />
+       <span style="margin-left: 1em;">There were eight.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-top: .5em; line-height: .9em;">
+               <span style="margin-left: 5em;">8</span><br />
+     Eight little fire crackers<br />
+       <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Trying to spell &ldquo;LEAVEN,&rdquo;</span><br />
+     One went too near the gas,<br />
+             <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Then&mdash;&mdash;</span><br />
+       <span style="margin-left: 1em;">There were seven.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-top: .5em; line-height: .9em;">
+               <span style="margin-left: 5em;">7</span><br />
+     Seven little fire crackers<br />
+       <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Cutting up tricks,</span><br />
+     One played with lighted punk<br />
+             <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Then&mdash;&mdash;</span><br />
+       <span style="margin-left: 1em;">There were six.</span></p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_261" id="Page_261">[Pg 261]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 415px;">
+<img src="images/img300.png" width="415" height="600" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 2.5em; line-height: .9em;">
+               <span style="margin-left: 5em;">6</span><br />
+     Six little fire crackers<br />
+       <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Glad they are alive,</span><br />
+     One went to have a smoke<br />
+             <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Then</span><br />
+       <span style="margin-left: 1em;">There were five.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-top: .5em; line-height: .9em;">
+               <span style="margin-left: 5em;">5</span><br />
+     Five little fire crackers<br />
+       <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wishing there were more,</span><br />
+     One went to find a friend<br />
+             <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Then</span><br />
+       <span style="margin-left: 1em;">There were four.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-top: .5em; line-height: .9em;">
+               <span style="margin-left: 5em;">4</span><br />
+     Four little fire crackers<br />
+       <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Merry as could be,</span><br />
+     One played upon the hearth<br />
+             <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Then</span><br />
+       <span style="margin-left: 1em;">There were three.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-top: .5em; line-height: .9em;">
+               <span style="margin-left: 5em;">3</span><br />
+     Three little fire crackers<br />
+       <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Puzzled what to do,</span><br />
+     One started the kitchen fire<br />
+             <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Then</span><br />
+       <span style="margin-left: 1em;">There were two.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-top: .5em; line-height: .9em;">
+               <span style="margin-left: 5em;">2</span><br />
+     Two little fire crackers<br />
+       <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Looking for some fun,</span><br />
+     One met a little boy<br />
+             <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Then</span><br />
+       <span style="margin-left: 1em;">There was one.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-top: .5em; line-height: .9em;">
+               <span style="margin-left: 5em;">1</span><br />
+     One little fire cracker<br />
+       <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sat him down to cry,</span><br />
+     &#8217;Tis such a risky thing<br />
+             <span style="margin-left: 4em;">To live</span><br />
+             <span style="margin-left: 3em;"><strong>In July.</strong></span></p>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_262" id="Page_262">[Pg 262]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 433px;">
+<img src="images/img301a.png" width="433" height="251" alt="The Wish of Priscilla Penelope Powers" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">
+ Priscilla Penelope Powers one day<br />
+ Took tea at a neighbor&#8217;s just over the way.<br />
+ Two pieces of pie they urged her to take,<br />
+ And seven whole slices of chocolate cake!<br />
+<span style="margin-left: -.5em;">&ldquo;Oh, dear,&rdquo; sighed Priscilla Penelope Powers,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: -.5em;">&ldquo;I wish I was your little girl &#8217;stead of ours!&rdquo;</span><br/>
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;"><em>Mrs. John T Van Sant.</em></span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="VonWinkel" id="VonWinkel"></a>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 433px;">
+<img src="images/img301b.png" width="433" height="305" alt="Winklelman Von Winkel" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">
+Winkelman Von Winkel is the wisest man alive,<br />
+He Knows that one and one make two, and two and three make five;<br />
+He knows that water runs down hill, that the sun sets in the west,<br />
+And that for winter weather wear, one&#8217;s winter clothes are best;<br />
+In fact, he does not mingle much with common folk around,<br />
+Because his learning is so great&mdash;his wisdom so profound.<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13em;"><em>Clara Odell Lyon.</em></span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_263" id="Page_263">[Pg 263]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>TEN LITTLE COOKIES</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">
+Ten little cookies, brown and crisp and fine&mdash;<br />
+Grandma gave Baby one; then there were nine.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">
+Nine little cookies on a china plate&mdash;<br />
+Betty took a small one; then there were eight.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">
+Eight little cookies, nice and round and even&mdash;<br />
+The butcher boy ate one; then there were seven.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">
+Seven little cookies, much liked by chicks&mdash;<br />
+The old hen ate one, then there were six.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">
+Six little cookies, when grandma went to drive&mdash;<br />
+Betty had another one; then there were five.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">
+Five little cookies, placed too near the door&mdash;<br />
+The little doggie ate one; then there were four.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">
+Four little cookies, brown as brown could be&mdash;<br />
+Grandma took one for herself, then there were three.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">
+Three little cookies&mdash;when grandpa said, &ldquo;I too,<br />
+Would like a very little one&rdquo;, then there were two.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">
+Two little cookies&mdash;fast did Betty run<br />
+To give one to her mamma; then there was one.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">
+One little cooky&mdash;and now our story is done,<br />
+Baby Jane ate the last, then there was none.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="OURBABY" id="OURBABY"></a>
+<h2>OUR BABY</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+One head with curly hair,<br />
+Two arms so fat and bare,<br />
+Two hands and one wee nose,<br />
+Two feet with ten pink toes,<br />
+Skin soft and smooth as silk,<br />
+When clean, &#8217;tis white as milk.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_264" id="Page_264">[Pg 264]</a></span></p>
+
+<a name="LONGTIME" id="LONGTIME"></a>
+<h2>LONG TIME AGO</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY ELIZABETH PRENTISS</strong></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+Once there was a little Kitty,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">White as the snow;</span><br />
+In a barn she used to frolic,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Long time ago.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+In the barn a little mousie<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ran to and fro,</span><br />
+For she heard the little Kitty,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Long time ago.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+Two black eyes had little Kitty,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Black as a sloe;</span><br />
+And they spied the little mousie,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Long time ago.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+Four soft paws had little Kitty,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Paws soft as snow;</span><br />
+And they caught the little mousie,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Long time ago.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+Nine pearl teeth had little Kitty,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">All in a row;</span><br />
+And they bit the little mousie,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Long time ago.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+When the teeth bit little mousie,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Mousie cried out, &ldquo;Oh!&rdquo;</span><br />
+But she slipped away from Kitty,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Long time ago.</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="MYSHOE" id="MYSHOE"></a>
+<h2>BUCKLE MY SHOE</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+One, Two&mdash;buckle my shoe;<br />
+Three, Four&mdash;open the door;<br />
+Five, Six&mdash;pick up sticks;<br />
+Seven, Eight&mdash;lay them straight;<br />
+Nine, Ten&mdash;a good fat hen;<br />
+Eleven, Twelve&mdash;I hope you&#8217;re well;<br />
+Thirteen, Fourteen&mdash;draw the curtain;<br />
+Fifteen, Sixteen&mdash;the maid&#8217;s in the kitchen;<br />
+Seventeen, Eighteen&mdash;she&#8217;s in waiting;<br />
+Nineteen, Twenty&mdash;my stomach&#8217;s empty.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 499px;">
+<img src="images/img303.png" width="499" height="194" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&ldquo;ah, ah! so that&#8217;s where he buries his old bones!&rdquo;</span>
+</div>
+
+
+</div>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class="box">
+
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_265" id="Page_265">[Pg 265]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img304.png" width="500" height="126" alt="STORIES for LITTLE GIRLS" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+</div>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class="box">
+
+<h2>A PAIR OF GLOVES</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY H. G. DURY&Eacute;E</strong></p>
+
+<p>The little girls who lived on Amity Street all wore mittens when they
+went to school in winter. Nobody&#8217;s mother ever thought of anything else
+to keep small hands warm. Some mothers or grandmothers crocheted them,
+and some knit them with fancy stitches down the back, or put other mark
+of distinction upon them; but they were always mittens, and were always
+fastened to a long ribbon or piece of braid or knitted rein, so that
+they might not get lost, one from the other.</p>
+
+<p>This connecting-link frequently gave rise to confusion, for when two
+little girls put their arms around each other&#8217;s necks as they walked to
+school, they sometimes got tangled up in the mitten string and had to
+duck and turn and bump heads before the right string was again resting
+on the right shoulder. But as it was possible to laugh a great deal and
+lose one&#8217;s breath while this was going on, it was rather an advantage
+than otherwise, and little girls who were special chums were pretty sure
+to manage a tangle every other day at least.</p>
+
+<p>Clarabel Bradley did her tangling and untangling with Josephine Brown,
+who lived at the end of Amity Street. They both went to the same school
+and were in the same class. They waited for each other in the morning,
+and came home together, and shared each other&#8217;s candy and ginger cookies
+whenever there were any, and took firm sides together whenever the
+school-yard was the scene of dispute.</p>
+
+<p>But into this intimacy came a pair of gloves, almost wrecking it.</p>
+
+<p>The gloves were sent by Clarabel&#8217;s aunt, who was young and pretty and
+taught school in a large city; and they came done up in white
+tissue-paper inside a box with gilt trimming around the edges and a
+picture on the center of the cover. Taken out of the paper, they
+revealed all their alluring qualities. They were of a beautiful glossy
+brown kid with soft woolly linings and real fur around the wrists, and
+they fastened with bright gilded clasps.</p>
+
+<p>With them was a note which said:</p>
+
+<div class="blockquot"><p>For Clarabel, with love from her Aunt Bessie. <span class="u">Not to be kept for
+Sundays, but worn every day.</span></p></div>
+
+<p>And the last sentence was underscored.</p>
+
+<p>Clarabel&#8217;s mother looked doubtful as she read the message. Such gloves
+were an extravagance even for best&mdash;and mittens were warmer. But when
+she encountered Clarabel&#8217;s shining eyes she smiled and gave in.</p>
+
+<p>So Clarabel took the gloves to her room that night, and slept with them
+on the foot-board of her bed, where she could see them the first thing
+when she waked; and in the morning she put them on and started for
+school.</p>
+
+<p>One hand was held rigidly by her side, but the other was permitted to
+spread its fingers widely over the book she carried. Both were well in
+view if she looked down just a little. Passers-by might see; all Amity
+Street might see; best of all, Josephine might see!</p>
+
+<p>But Josephine, waiting at the corner, beheld and was impressed to the
+point of speechlessness. Whereupon Clarabel dropped her book, and had to
+pick it up with both hands. The furry wrists revealed themselves fully.</p>
+
+<p>Josephine found her voice.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;You&#8217;ve got some new gloves,&rdquo; she said.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Yes; my Aunt Bessie sent them.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Aren&#8217;t they pretty!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I think so, and they&#8217;re lots nicer than mittens. I&#8217;m not going to wear
+my mittens again.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Josephine looked down at her own chubby hands. Her mittens were red this
+winter, with a red-and-green fringe around the wrists. Only that
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_266" id="Page_266">[Pg 266]</a></span>morning she had admired them. Now they looked fat and clumsy and
+altogether unattractive; but she wasn&#8217;t going to admit that to any one
+else.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 344px;">
+<img src="images/img305.png" width="344" height="335" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&ldquo;clarabel dropped her book, and had to pick it up with
+both hands.&rdquo;</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I like mittens best,&rdquo; she said stoutly,&mdash;&ldquo;for school, anyway,&rdquo; she
+added, and gave Clarabel more of the sidewalk.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;My Aunt Bessie said specially that these were to wear to school.&rdquo; And
+Clarabel walked nearer the fence.</p>
+
+<p>Josephine was hard put to it&mdash;Clarabel&#8217;s manner had become so superior.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I don&#8217;t think your Aunt Bessie knows everything, even if she does teach
+school in a big city. My mother says she&#8217;s too young to&mdash;&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>What she was too young to do was not allowed to be explained; for
+Clarabel, with a color in her face that rivaled Josephine&#8217;s mittens, had
+faced her.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;My Aunt Bessie&#8217;s lovely, and I won&#8217;t listen to another word against
+her, not another one&mdash;so there!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Then she turned, with a queer feeling in her throat, and ran down the
+street to catch up with another little girl who was on ahead.</p>
+
+<p>Josephine swung her books and walked as if she didn&#8217;t care.</p>
+
+<p>Clarabel overtook the little girl, who was all smiling appreciation of
+the new gloves, and was overtaken by other little girls who added
+themselves to the admiring group. But somehow her triumphal progress was
+strangely unsatisfactory; the glory was dimmed.</p>
+
+<p>At recess, Josephine paired off with Milly Smith, who stood first in
+geography and wore two curly feathers in her hat. Clarabel shared her
+cookies with Minnie Cater, because it didn&#8217;t matter who helped eat them
+if it wasn&#8217;t Josephine. Neither spoke to the other, and at noontime they
+walked home on different sides of the street.</p>
+
+<p>Perhaps that was why in the afternoon Clarabel lost her place in the
+reader and failed on so many examples in arithmetic that she was told
+she must stay after school.</p>
+
+<p>Usually there would have been several to keep her company, but on this
+day there was no one else,&mdash;even Angelina Maybelle Remington had got
+through without disaster,&mdash;and Clarabel, wistful-eyed, saw the other
+girls file out.</p>
+
+<p>At another time Josephine would have stayed; she always did when
+Clarabel had to, as Clarabel did when she was in like need. But to-night
+she filed out with the rest, and Clarabel, with a sense of desertion,
+bent over her problems of men and hay to mow, men and potatoes to dig,
+men and miles of railroad to build.</p>
+
+<p>The noise of scurrying feet grew fainter, the sound of children&#8217;s voices
+died away. The room settled into stillness, except for the solemn tick
+of the clock and the scratching of Clarabel&#8217;s pencil on the slate. There
+were fractions in the problems, and fractions were always hard for
+Clarabel. Her pencil stopped often while she frowned at the curly-tailed
+figures. In one of these pauses the door squeaked open a little way. It
+squeaked again, and some one sidled into the room; it was Josephine.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Please may I go to my seat?&rdquo; she asked.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Certainly,&rdquo; said the teacher, and watched her curiously.</p>
+
+<p>She tiptoed to the back seat, fumbled for a few minutes in her desk,
+then slipped to a seat a few rows farther in front; then to another and
+another, till she had reached the row in which Clarabel sat.</p>
+
+<p>Clarabel, though she was bending over her slate, had heard every
+hesitating move, and when the last halt was made she shook her curls
+back from her eyes, looked around, and dimpled into smiles.</p>
+
+<p>The teacher, watching, waited to see what would happen next. Nothing
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_267" id="Page_267">[Pg 267]</a></span>did,
+except that the two little girls sat and smiled and smiled and
+smiled as if they never would stop.</p>
+
+<p>Presently the teacher herself smiled and spoke. She had a very sweet
+voice sometimes&mdash;one that seemed to hint at happy secrets. That was the
+way it sounded now.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Would you like to help Clarabel, Josephine?&rdquo; she asked. &ldquo;You may if you
+wish to.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;If she&#8217;ll let me,&rdquo; answered Josephine, her eyes fixed on Clarabel&#8217;s
+face.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I would love to have her,&rdquo; said Clarabel, <em>her</em> eyes on Josephine. And
+instantly the one narrow seat became large enough for two.</p>
+
+<p>For ten minutes more there was great scratching of slate-pencils and
+much whispering and some giggling. Then with cheerful clatter the slate
+was borne to the platform. The teacher looked at the little girls more
+than at the examples. &ldquo;I&#8217;m sure they&#8217;re right,&rdquo; she said. &ldquo;Now, off to
+your homes&mdash;both of you!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Good night,&rdquo; said Clarabel.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Good night,&rdquo; said Josephine.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Good night, dear little girls,&rdquo; said the teacher.</p>
+
+<p>There was a soft swish of dresses and the children had reached the
+dressing-room. Within its familiar narrowness, Josephine hesitated and
+fingered her cloak-buttons.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I think your Aunt Bessie&rdquo;&mdash;it was very slow speech for Josephine&mdash;&ldquo;is
+ever so nice and knows a lot.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Oh!&rdquo; bubbled Clarabel, joyously, &ldquo;I do love the color of your mittens!
+Don&#8217;t you&mdash;don&#8217;t you&rdquo;&mdash;she finished with a rush&mdash;&ldquo;want to let me wear
+them home and you wear my gloves?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Josephine put aside the dazzling offer.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Your gloves are prettier and you ought to wear them.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Clarabel thought a minute, a shadow in her eyes.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I know what,&rdquo; she declared, the shadow vanishing. &ldquo;You wear one glove
+and mitten and I&#8217;ll wear the other glove and mitten!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Oh!&rdquo; said Josephine, with a rapturous hug, &ldquo;that will be splendid!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>And thus they scampered home, the two mittened hands holding each other
+tight, while the two gloved hands were gaily waved high in the air with
+each fresh outburst of laughter from the little schoolmates.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 350px;">
+<img src="images/img306.png" width="350" height="149" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_268" id="Page_268">[Pg 268]</a></span></p>
+<h2>A VERY LITTLE STORY OF A VERY LITTLE GIRL</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY ALICE E. ALLEN</strong></p>
+
+<p>Molly was such a little girl that she didn&#8217;t seem big enough to have a
+party all her own with truly ice-cream in it. But she had asked for one
+so many times that at last Mother decided to give her one. And the party
+was to be a surprise to Molly herself.</p>
+
+<p>Early that afternoon Molly wanted to go for a little visit to Miss
+Eleanor. Miss Eleanor lived up Molly&#8217;s street, in a white house with
+apple-green blinds. Molly often went all alone.</p>
+
+<p>Miss Eleanor was always so sunny and full of songs and stories and games
+that Molly loved her next best to Father and Mother and Baby.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;You may go, dear,&rdquo; said Mother, &ldquo;if you will come home exactly at three
+o&#8217;clock.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;You always say exactly three o&#8217;clock, Mother,&rdquo; said Molly.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Well, five minutes after three, then,&rdquo; laughed Mother. &ldquo;And, Molly, so
+that you won&#8217;t forget this time, all the way to Miss Eleanor&#8217;s, say over
+and over, &lsquo;Five minutes after three.&rsquo; Then, just as soon as you get
+there, say the words quickly to Miss Eleanor, &lsquo;Five minutes after
+three.&rsquo;&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Five minutes after three,&rdquo; said Molly; &ldquo;I can remember that.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;That will give me plenty of time to get ready for the party,&rdquo; thought
+Mother.</p>
+
+<p>Up the street with her white parasol flew Molly. &ldquo;Five minutes after
+three,&rdquo; she said over and over in a whisper until she began to sing it.
+&ldquo;Five minutes after three,&rdquo; she sang until she stopped a moment on the
+bridge to see some boys fishing. Just about there, a big dog who was a
+friend of Molly&#8217;s ran out to say, &ldquo;Good afternoon.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Oh, Fritzie,&rdquo; cried Molly, &ldquo;I&#8217;m going to Miss Eleanor&#8217;s to make her a
+visit. Want to come?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>But Fritz had the house to look after. So Molly gave him a hug and ran
+along.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Three minutes after five,&rdquo; sang Molly; &ldquo;three minutes after five,&rdquo; over
+and over until she ran into Miss Eleanor&#8217;s sunny little sitting-room.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Three minutes after five,&rdquo; cried Molly; &ldquo;that&#8217;s how long I can stay.
+Won&#8217;t that be nice?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Why, it&#8217;s little Molly!&rdquo; cried Miss Eleanor, &ldquo;I&#8217;m all alone and so glad
+to have company! We&#8217;ll hear the clock strike five. Then, if you put on
+your wraps, you&#8217;ll be all ready to start home at three minutes past.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>It seemed a very very short time to Molly before the little clock struck
+five.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;There, deary,&rdquo; said Miss Eleanor. &ldquo;Put on your things and hurry right
+along!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Molly put on her hat and coat. Then she kissed Miss Eleanor and hurried
+down the street.</p>
+
+<p>When she reached the corner, she saw that the parlor at home was all
+lighted. And out of it came such a hubbub of little voices all laughing
+and talking that Molly ran faster than ever.</p>
+
+<p>At the door she met Mother.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 209px;">
+<img src="images/img307.png" width="209" height="257" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&ldquo;she stopped for a moment on the bridge.&rdquo;</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Oh, Molly, <em>where</em> have you been?&rdquo; cried Mother. &ldquo;I couldn&#8217;t go after
+you because I couldn&#8217;t leave Baby. And I couldn&#8217;t take him.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Molly scarcely heard. &ldquo;Oh, Mother, Mother,&rdquo; she cried, &ldquo;it looks like a
+party. And it sounds like one. Is it a party, Mother?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Yes,&rdquo; said Mother, &ldquo;your own little party, Molly. And you&#8217;re the only
+one who is late. How could you forget?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;But I didn&#8217;t forget, Mother,&rdquo; cried Molly, hurrying out of her coat,
+&ldquo;truly I didn&#8217;t. Every step of the way I said it, and I said it to Miss
+Eleanor the very first thing.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;What did you say?&rdquo; asked Mother.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;<em>Three minutes after five</em>,&rdquo; said Molly.</p>
+
+<p>Mother laughed. &ldquo;Why, Molly dear, you got the hour and minutes turned
+around. I said <em>five</em> minutes after <em>three</em>. Well, never mind. Run along
+just as you are. It&#8217;s a lovely party, dear, with truly ice-cream in
+it.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_269" id="Page_269">[Pg 269]</a></span></p>
+<h2>EDITH&#8217;S TEA-PARTY</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY LOIS WALTERS</strong></p>
+
+<p>Edith was a little girl who was just learning to write. Her mother told
+her one day that she could have a tea-party on the next Tuesday, if the
+weather was fine, and that she could invite her little friend Helen, who
+lived on the same street, though not very far away; but she must write
+the letter to ask Helen to come. So, Edith got up at her mother&#8217;s
+writing-desk and took some of her own writing paper, and began to write.
+She could make the letters but she could not spell very well. She asked
+her mother how to spell the words and then she wrote them down. And this
+is the letter she wrote:</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img308.png" width="500" height="204" alt="hand written letter" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>Then she sealed the letter in the envelop, and put a stamp on it, and
+stood on the front piazza so as to give it to the postman herself.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 303px;">
+<img src="images/img308b.png" width="303" height="231" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">edith waiting for helen.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>When Tuesday came, Edith&#8217;s nurse dressed her in a fresh, white frock,
+and Edith dressed her dolly in her best dress, and went out under the
+trees where her nurse had set the table for two. And then she sat in a
+chair at the table and waited. But the big town clock struck four and no
+Helen came; and then she waited for half an hour longer. Then Edith put
+her dolly down on the chair and went in the house to find her mother.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Mama,&rdquo; she said, &ldquo;I think Helen is very rude, she doesn&#8217;t come to my
+party and I invited her!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_270" id="Page_270">[Pg 270]</a></span>
+&ldquo;Just wait a little longer, dear,&rdquo; said her mother, &ldquo;and she will come.
+Maybe her nurse was busy dressing Helen&#8217;s little sister and brother and
+couldn&#8217;t get her ready in time.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;But I invited her,&rdquo; was all Edith could say; &ldquo;but I invited her, and
+she doesn&#8217;t come.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Then her mother went to the telephone and called up Helen&#8217;s mother. In a
+moment she came back.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 270px;">
+<img src="images/img309.png" width="270" height="368" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">helen and her dolly.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Edith, dear,&rdquo; she said, &ldquo;what day did you write Helen to come? Her
+mother says she thought it was to be Thursday, and so did Helen, and
+this is only Tuesday.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;But I <em>did</em> say Tuesday, mama,&rdquo; said Edith, who was almost ready to
+cry. &ldquo;I remember because that was the hardest word to spell, and I think
+I made a blot when I wrote it.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Well, never mind, dear; Helen is getting ready now and will be over in
+a few minutes,&rdquo; said her mama.</p>
+
+<p>And Edith was very happy, and ran out to the tea-table under the trees
+with her doll to wait.</p>
+
+<p>But she did not have to wait very long this time, for in a little while
+Helen came running across the lawn carrying her doll; and so happy were
+both little girls that Edith forgot all about the long time she had been
+waiting for Helen to come.</p>
+
+<p>Helen wanted Edith to know that she had not been rude in staying away,
+so she brought with her the letter Edith had sent to her, so she could
+show it to Edith. And there, sure enough, the word &ldquo;Tuesday&rdquo; was written
+so badly that it looked more like &ldquo;Thursday,&rdquo; and that was why Helen did
+not think she was expected on this day.</p>
+
+<p>Well, the very first thing they did was to undress their dolls and put
+them to sleep under one of the bushes on the lawn&mdash;in the shade, so that
+the sun would not hurt their eyes, and so that the wax would not be
+melted from their cheeks. Edith put her napkin over both dolls for a
+comforter, for you never know when it will blow up cold, and little
+girls have to be as careful of their dolls as their own mothers are!</p>
+
+<p>Very soon the maid came out with cookies and lady-fingers and
+make-believe tea, and another napkin to take the place of the one Edith
+had put over the dolls, and they had tea. Then the two little girls and
+Edith&#8217;s nurse had a nice game of croquet, and they had a lovely
+tea-party after all, and Edith forgot all about waiting so long for
+Helen to come.</p>
+
+<p>But Edith never again made a mistake when she spelled &ldquo;Tuesday.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_271" id="Page_271">[Pg 271]</a></span></p>
+<h2>REBECCA</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY ELEANOR PIATT</strong></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 495px;">
+<img src="images/img310.png" width="495" height="413" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&ldquo;oh, doctor! come quick! rebecca has a chill!&rdquo;</span>
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+I have a doll, Rebecca,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">She&#8217;s quite a little care,</span><br />
+I have to press her ribbons<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And comb her fluffy hair.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+I keep her clothes all mended,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And wash her hands and face,</span><br />
+And make her frocks and aprons,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">All trimmed in frills and lace.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+I have to cook her breakfast,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And pet her when she&#8217;s ill;</span><br />
+And telephone the doctor<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">When Rebecca has a chill.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+Rebecca doesn&#8217;t like that,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And says she&#8217;s well and strong;</span><br />
+And says she&#8217;ll try&mdash;oh! very hard,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To be good all day long.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+But when night comes, she&#8217;s nodding;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">So into bed we creep</span><br />
+And snuggle up together,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And soon are fast asleep.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+I have no other dolly,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">For you can plainly see,</span><br />
+In caring for Rebecca,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">I&#8217;m busy as can be!</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_272" id="Page_272">[Pg 272]</a></span></p>
+<h2>DOROTHEA&#8217;S SCHOOL GIFTS</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY EUNICE WARD</strong></p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;It seems very queer,&rdquo; said Dorothea thoughtfully, &ldquo;people who are going
+to do something nice always have presents given them, but people who are
+going to do something horrid never get a thing, and they need it twice
+as much.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;As for instance?&rdquo; said her father, laying down his paper and drawing
+her onto his knee, while the rest of the family prepared to give the
+customary amused attention to their youngest&#8217;s remarks.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 401px;">
+<img src="images/img311.png" width="401" height="398" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&ldquo;&lsquo;you know school begins next week,&rsquo; said dorothea.&rdquo;</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Well, when Cousin Edith went to Europe we all gave her presents to take
+with her, and when she came home lots of people sent her flowers.
+Anita&#8217;s been getting cups and things ever since she was engaged, and
+last spring, when Florence graduated, almost all the family gave her
+something; and when Mary Bowman was confirmed she got a lovely white
+prayer-book and a gold cross and chain. But when people are going to do
+what they hate to do, they&#8217;re left out in the cold.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;What are you going to do that you don&#8217;t like, Baby?&rdquo; asked Florence.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Why, you know, school begins again next week,&rdquo; said Dorothea. &ldquo;It makes
+me feel quite mournful, and I don&#8217;t see anything to cheer me up and make
+it interesting for me.&rdquo; A little smile was hidden in the corners of her
+mouth although her tone was as doleful as possible.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;If you were going to boarding-school&mdash;&rdquo; began Anita, who was apt to
+take everything seriously.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Then I&#8217;d have lots of things,&rdquo; interrupted Dorothea. &ldquo;New clothes and a
+trunk and a bag, and you&#8217;d all come to see me off, and it would be
+interesting. But I&#8217;m going to work just as hard here at day-school, and
+yet I&#8217;ve got to bear it, all by myself.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Her father pinched her ear, and her big brother Jim offered to have a
+bunch of roses placed on her desk at school if that would make her feel
+better, while her two sisters looked at each other as though the same
+idea had occurred to them both.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 10%;' />
+
+<p>On the morning of the first day of school, Dorothea was suddenly
+awakened by a loud ting-a-ling-a-ling. She sat up in bed and rubbed her
+eyes. The room was flooded with morning light and the brass knobs on her
+bed gleamed cheerfully at her and seemed to say: &ldquo;Get up, get up!&rdquo; Now
+Dorothea was a &ldquo;sleepyhead&rdquo; and had seldom been known to get up when
+first awakened. It usually took at least three calls from her mother or
+the girls, and sometimes Jim stole in and administered a &ldquo;cold pig,&rdquo;
+that is, a few drops of chilly water squeezed upon her neck from a
+sponge, before she was ready to leave her comfortable bed.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;It&#8217;s an alarm clock,&rdquo; thought Dorothea. &ldquo;But where is it?&rdquo; Her eyes
+traveled sleepily around the room but saw nothing that had not been
+there the night before. The ting-a-ling-a-ling sounded once more. &ldquo;It&#8217;s
+in this room somewhere!&rdquo; she exclaimed, bouncing out of bed.
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_273" id="Page_273">[Pg 273]</a></span> She looked
+on bureau, washstand, bookcase, and window-seat, and then jumped, for
+the loud ting-a-ling came almost from underneath her feet. She hastily
+lifted the drooping cover of a little table that stood near the window,
+and there on the edge of the lower shelf stood an alarm-clock of the
+ordinary pattern but of rather extraordinary appearance, owing to a
+large yellow paper ruff which encircled its face.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;How did it get there?&rdquo; exclaimed Dorothea in astonishment; and as she
+gazed the clock burst forth with another loud ting-a-ling.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Isn&#8217;t it ever going to stop doing that?&rdquo; she said, lifting it as she
+spoke. The yellow ruff seemed to have something written on it, so she
+took it off and, smoothing it out, read:</p>
+
+<div class="blockquot"><p><span class="smcap">Dear Dolly</span>: Happy school-day! After much earnest consideration I
+have selected this as a suitable reminder of this joyful (?)
+anniversary. It will continue to remind you five mornings in the
+week, thereby saving your family much wear and tear, for it will be
+properly wound and set every night by<br />
+
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;">Your affectionate brother,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17em;" class="smcap">Jim.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">p.s.</span> When you are sufficiently aroused, press the lever and the
+alarm will stop.</p></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img312.png" width="500" height="423" alt="Dorothea was a sleepyhead" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>&ldquo;It&#8217;s one of those awful clocks that go off every minute!&rdquo; said
+Dorothea, carefully examining it to find the lever. She almost dropped
+it when it began another of its loud and long rings, but she soon found
+and pressed the lever and thereafter the clock was silent except for its
+customary tick.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I don&#8217;t believe I shall ask anybody to give me presents any more,&rdquo; she
+said, eying Jim&#8217;s &ldquo;reminder&rdquo; with disfavor. But she changed her mind a
+little later when, on looking for a clean handkerchief, she discovered a
+flat square box tied with blue ribbon, and, opening it, saw half a dozen
+handkerchiefs with narrow blue borders and a little blue D in the
+corner. On the top was Cousin Edith&#8217;s visiting-card, on the back of
+which was printed in fantastic letters:</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+Dear Dolly: Use a handkerchief<br />
+Whenever you&#8217;re inclined to sniff.<br />
+But with this band of blue I think<br />
+They don&#8217;t need polka-dots of ink.</p>
+
+<p>It was a constant wonder to the household what Dorothea did with her
+handkerchiefs when she was at school. In vain she protested that she
+didn&#8217;t wipe her pen on them, and she didn&#8217;t use them as blotters or to
+wash out her ink-well;
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_274" id="Page_274">[Pg 274]</a></span>
+but, nevertheless, black stains almost always
+appeared upon them, and Florence insisted that the family had to buy an
+extra pint of milk a day to take out all these ink-stains. Cousin Edith
+was too frequent a visitor not to know all the family plans and jokes,
+and Dolly, as she laughed and shook out one of the blue-bordered
+squares, resolved that &ldquo;polka-dots&rdquo; should be conspicuous by their
+absence, for Edith would be sure to know.</p>
+
+<p>She entered the breakfast room just as the family were sitting down to
+the table.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Behold the effects of my generosity and fore-thought!&rdquo; exclaimed Jim
+waving his hand toward her. &ldquo;Our Youngest is in time for breakfast!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Many happy returns of the day, small sister,&rdquo; said Anita, just as if it
+was her birthday, kissing her good morning and slipping a little hard
+package into her hand. &ldquo;Bob sends you this with his love.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I don&#8217;t mind returns of the day when it&#8217;s like this,&rdquo; said Dorothea,
+opening the package and at the same time spying a couple of tissue-paper
+parcels lying beside her plate. Inside was a small chamois-skin case out
+of which slid a little pearl-handled penknife. The accompanying card
+bore the name of her future brother-in-law, and also these words:</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+I hesitate to offer you<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">This knife, for I shall be</span><br />
+Afraid that if you cut yourself<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">You straightway will cut me.</span></p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;How long did it take Bob to execute that masterpiece?&rdquo; inquired Jim as
+Dorothea read it aloud.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;You&#8217;re jealous,&rdquo; she said. &ldquo;Yours wasn&#8217;t half so lovely as Cousin
+Edith&#8217;s and Bob&#8217;s. It wasn&#8217;t poetry at all.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I left all the eloquence to my gift itself,&rdquo; answered Jim, helping
+himself to an orange.</p>
+
+<p>Dorothea paid no attention to him, for she was opening a small package
+fastened by a rubber band. It was a silver-mounted eraser with a tiny
+brush at one end. The inclosed note read:</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+This advice I must repeat;<br />
+Spare the rub and spoil the sheet.<br />
+If you can&#8217;t restrain your speed,<br />
+This will prove a friend in need.</p>
+
+<p>Dolly joined rather shamefacedly in the general smile, as she thanked
+Florence, whose writing she had recognized. She was very apt to postpone
+her work until the last minute, and then rush through it as fast as
+possible; her compositions suffered from the many careless mistakes that
+she was always in too much of a hurry to correct, while her drawings
+belonged to what Jim called the &ldquo;slap-dash school.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;We shall know by the amount of rubber left at the end of the term
+whether you have taken my valuable advice,&rdquo; said Florence. &ldquo;What&#8217;s in
+that other package, Baby? I know it is Anita&#8217;s by the extreme elegance
+of its appearance.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 223px;">
+<img src="images/img313.png" width="223" height="382" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&ldquo;&lsquo;many happy returns of the day, small sister,&rsquo; said
+anita.&rdquo;</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>Dorothea opened an oblong package tied with green ribbon and found a set
+of blotters fastened to a dark green su&egrave;de cover ornamented with an
+openwork design of four-leaf clovers, and a pen-wiper to match. On top
+lay a slip of paper on which was written in Anita&#8217;s pretty hand:</p>
+
+<div class="blockquot"><p>Wishing &ldquo;Our Youngest&rdquo; good luck and a happy school year.</p></div>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I&#8217;m not good at verses, so you&#8217;ll have to be content with plain prose,&rdquo;
+said Anita, and Dorothea assured her that she was quite satisfied.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Half past eight, Dolly,&rdquo; said her mother when breakfast was over. &ldquo;It
+is time you started.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Oh, not yet, mother,&rdquo; said Dorothea the Dawdler. &ldquo;It only takes me
+fifteen minutes.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Now, see here,&rdquo; said Jim; &ldquo;what do you suppose stirring young
+business-men like your father and brother are lingering until the nine o&#8217;clock
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_275" id="Page_275">[Pg 275]</a></span>
+train for, unless it is to see you off for school? We want to
+give you as good a send-off as possible, for you&#8217;re going to be absent
+four whole hours, but we can&#8217;t,&mdash;unless you do your part and begin to go
+pretty soon. I don&#8217;t believe you&#8217;ve got all your books together, as it
+is.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 283px;">
+<img src="images/img314.png" width="283" height="424" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&ldquo;&lsquo;lend me your pencils, won&#8217;t you, jim?&rsquo; said dorothea.&rdquo;</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, I have,&rdquo; answered Dorothea triumphantly. &ldquo;They are all on the hall
+table, for I put them there last night. Oh, gracious!&rdquo; she exclaimed
+blankly: &ldquo;I forgot to see whether I had any pencils! I don&#8217;t believe I
+have one! Jim, lend me yours, won&#8217;t you? Just for to-day.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Lend you my most cherished possession? Never!&rdquo; said Jim, placing his
+hand dramatically over his breast pocket.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Then, Daddy, won&#8217;t you please lend me yours?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Trot along, trot along!&rdquo; said her father; and Dorothea, not knowing
+quite what to make of having her demands thus ignored, put on her big
+sailor hat and started to gather up her books. On top of the pile was a
+slender inlaid box under a card bearing the words, &ldquo;For Dolly, from
+Father.&rdquo; Pushing back the sliding cover, Dorothea saw that the box
+contained a row of pencils, all beautifully sharpened, a dozen pens, and
+a slim gunmetal penholder.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Oh!&rdquo; she squealed with delight. &ldquo;So that&#8217;s why you wouldn&#8217;t lend me any
+pencils!&rdquo; and gave her father a hug.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Hurry up, now,&rdquo; said Jim. &ldquo;Don&#8217;t forget we&#8217;ve got to see ourselves off
+after we&#8217;ve seen you.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Why don&#8217;t you take your bag?&rdquo; asked Anita.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;It&#8217;s too small for my new Geography,&rdquo; answered Dorothea, placing this
+huge outward and visible sign of her progress in learning so that it
+would form a foundation for the rest of her books. &ldquo;Besides, it&#8217;s too
+shabby&rdquo;.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;You had better take it to-day, anyhow, as you have so much to carry,&rdquo;
+suggested her mother. &ldquo;I brought it downstairs and it&#8217;s on the
+hat-rack.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I just hate it!&rdquo; pouted Dorothea, turning; and then stopped in
+surprise, for instead of her little old satchel, a large new one made of
+soft dark brown leather was hanging on the rack. It was ornamented on
+one side with her monogram in raised tan-colored letters, and it was
+large enough for the largest Geography that she was ever likely to have.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 184px;">
+<img src="images/img314b.png" width="184" height="306" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&ldquo;at the gate she turned to wave her hand.&rdquo;</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Who gave me that?&rdquo; she cried. &ldquo;Oh, I know&mdash;Mother! It&#8217;s just exactly
+what I wanted. I think going to school this way is perfectly lovely!&rdquo;
+she added as she slipped her other possessions into the bag.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Twenty minutes to nine!&rdquo; called Jim warningly.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;All right, I&#8217;m going now,&rdquo; answered Dorothea gaily as she kissed them
+all around.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;And the first day of school isn&#8217;t so dismal after all, is it?&rdquo; said her
+father.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Oh, it&#8217;s splendid, just splendid!&rdquo; she replied enthusiastically. At the
+gate she turned to wave her hand at the assembled family, who waved back
+at her vigorously; and then, swinging her bag, she ran off down the
+street toward school.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_276" id="Page_276">[Pg 276]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 579px;">
+<img src="images/img315a.png" width="579" height="95" alt="THE LOST MONEY" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 109px; margin-left: 1em;">
+<img src="images/img315b.png" width="109" height="88" alt="D" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 7em; margin-top: -5em;">oris&#8217;s papa gave her a five-dollar bill, such a lot of money! Doris
+went to a big bank and asked if they could give her smaller money for
+it. The banker said he thought they could. So he gave her two two-dollar
+bills and a big silver dollar. How much did that make? Doris wanted the
+dollar changed again; so the banker asked if she would have two
+fifty-cent pieces, or one fifty-cent piece and two quarters&mdash;or perhaps
+four quarters or ten dimes&mdash;or twenty five-cent pieces&mdash;or a hundred
+pennies.</p>
+
+<p>Doris thought a hundred pennies would be a good many to count and to
+carry, so she said she would take two quarters, three dimes and four
+five-cent pieces.</p>
+
+<p>She laid away four dollars in the bank, those were the two bills, and
+put the change in her purse. When she went to the shop, she had such a
+lot of money that she thought she never could spend it. So she bought a
+paint-box with two little saucers in it for 10 cents; that left her 90
+cents; and then a big rubber balloon for 25 cents; that left 65 cents;
+and a little one for 10 cents; and then Doris bought a whole pound of
+candy for thirty cents. Out of the 25 cents she had left, it cost 10
+cents to go in the car.</p>
+
+<p>When Doris got home she opened her paint-box. What do you think? Of
+course it was only a cheap paint-box and the paints were so hard that
+they would not paint at all. Doris cut out the dolls, but they were no
+better than those in any newspaper&#8217;s colored supplement. Doris&#8217;s mama
+said that the candy was too bad to eat at all, and the rubber balloons
+got wrinkled and soft in the night, because the gas went out of them.
+Doris cried when she saw them. &ldquo;Now,&rdquo; she said, &ldquo;I have nothing left of
+my beautiful dollar but 15 cents.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I&#8217;m sorry, Dearie,&rdquo; Doris&#8217;s mama said, &ldquo;but it&#8217;s bad enough to have
+wasted one dollar without crying about it, too. When you and I go out,
+we&#8217;ll try to get such good things for the next dollar, that it will make
+up for our mistake about this one.&rdquo; The next bright day they went to the
+bank and got another dollar.</p>
+
+<p>Now Doris&#8217;s mama was a very wise person (mamas often are). So they went
+to a store where there were some books that had been wet a little by the
+firemen when the store caught fire. There they found a large, fine book
+of animal stories with pictures in it that had been 50 cents, but the
+book-store man sold it for 10 cents, because the back cover and a little
+bit of the edge was stained with water and smoke.</p>
+
+<p>That left&mdash;how much? Ninety cents. Doris&#8217;s brother had told her he would
+teach her to play marbles, so she bought six glass marbles for 5 cents
+and a hoop with a stick for 5 more. That left 80 cents.</p>
+
+<p>Then Doris asked if her mama thought she could buy a pair of roller
+skates. Her mama said they could ask how much roller skates cost, but
+the shopman said they were a dollar a pair! So Doris said she would save
+up the 80 cents that was left of her dollar and wait until she had
+enough for the skates.</p>
+
+<p>However, a little boy was looking in at the window of the toy-shop and
+he looked so sad, and so longingly at the toys, that Doris spoke to him,
+and when he said he wanted one of the red balls, she bought it for 5
+cents, and gave it to him. That left 75 cents.</p>
+
+<p>When they got home, they told papa about the skates and he said he could
+get them down-town for 75 cents, and he did.</p>
+
+<p>So Doris learned by losing her first dollar, to get a lot of good things
+that would be more useful and would last longer, with her second
+dollar.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 587px;">
+<img src="images/img315c.png" width="587" height="158" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_277" id="Page_277">[Pg 277]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 543px;">
+<img src="images/img316.png" width="543" height="209" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h2>A DUTCH TREAT</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY AMY B. JOHNSON</strong></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 119px;">
+<img src="images/img316b.png" width="119" height="301" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I&#8217;ve been crying again, father.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Have you, sweetheart? I&#8217;m sorry.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Father.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, darling.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I don&#8217;t like Holland at all. I wish we had stayed in New York. And I
+would much rather stay in Amsterdam with you to-day than to go and see
+those horrid little Dutch children. I&#8217;m sure I shall hate them all.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;But how about Marie? You want to see her, don&#8217;t you?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;No. I&#8217;m very much annoyed with Marie. I don&#8217;t see why she could not
+have been contented in New York. After taking care of me ever since I
+was a baby, she must like me better than those nieces and nephews she
+never saw till yesterday.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I am sure Marie loves you very dearly, Katharine, but you are getting
+to be such a big girl now that you no longer need a nurse, and Marie was
+homesick. She wished to come back to Holland years ago, but I persuaded
+her to stay till you were old enough to do without her, and until Aunt
+Katharine was ready to come to New York and live with us, promising her
+that when that time came you and I would come over with her, just as we
+have done, on our way to Paris. We must not be selfish and grudge Marie
+to her sisters, who have not seen her for twelve years.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I am homesick now, too, father. I was so happy in New York with my
+dolls&mdash;and you&mdash;and Marie&mdash;and&mdash;&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;So you shall be again, darling; in a few months we will go back, taking
+dear Aunt Katharine with us from Paris, and you will soon love her
+better than you do Marie.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Katharine and her father, Colonel Easton, were floating along a canal
+just out of Amsterdam, in a <em>trekschuit</em>, or small passenger-boat, on
+their way to the home of one of Marie&#8217;s sisters, two of whom were
+married and settled near one of the dikes of Holland. Katharine was to
+spend the day there with her nurse, and make the acquaintance of all the
+nieces and nephews about whom Marie had told her so much, while her
+father was to return to Amsterdam, where he had business to transact
+with a friend. They had arrived in Holland only the day before, when
+Marie had immediately left them, being anxious to get home as soon as
+possible, after exacting a promise from the colonel that Katharine
+should visit her the next day.</p>
+
+<p>Katharine felt very sure she would never like Holland as she gazed
+rather scornfully at the curious objects they passed: the queer
+gay-colored boats, the windmills which met the eye at every turn, with
+their great arms waving in the air, the busy-looking people, men and
+women, some of the latter knitting as they walked, carrying heavy
+baskets on their backs, and all looking so contented and placid.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_278" id="Page_278">[Pg 278]</a></span></p>
+<p>&ldquo;Try and think of the nice day you are going to have with Marie and the
+children,&rdquo; said the colonel; &ldquo;then this evening I will come for you, and
+we will go together to Paris, and when you see Aunt Katharine you will
+be perfectly happy. See, we are nearly at the landing, and look at that
+row of little girls and boys. I do believe they are looking for you.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Yes; they must be Marie&#8217;s sister&#8217;s children, I know them from the
+description Marie has read me from her letters. Aren&#8217;t they horrid
+little things, father? Just look at their great clumps of shoes&mdash;&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Yes&mdash;<em>klompen</em>; that is what they are called, Katharine.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;And their baggy clothes and short waists! One of them knitting, too!
+Well, I would never make such a fright of myself, even if I did live in
+Holland, which I&#8217;m glad I don&#8217;t.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img317.png" width="500" height="353" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&ldquo;the windmills which met the eye at every turn,<br />
+with their great arms waving in the air.&rdquo;</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>By this time they had made the landing. Then Katharine and Marie fell
+into each other&#8217;s arms and cried, gazed at in half-frightened curiosity
+by seven small, shy Hollanders, and in pitying patience by a very large
+colonel.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Au revoir. I will call for Katharine this afternoon,&rdquo; called Colonel
+Easton, when the time came for him to go on board again.</p>
+
+<p>Katharine waved her handkerchief to her father as long as his boat was
+in sight.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;See, Miss Katharine,&rdquo; said Marie&mdash;in Dutch now, for Katharine
+understood that language very well, Marie having spoken it to her from
+her infancy&mdash;&ldquo;here is Gretel, and this is her little sister Katrine and
+her brother Jan. The others are their cousins. Come here, Lotten; don&#8217;t
+be shy. Ludolf, Mayken, Freitje, shake hands with my little American
+girl; they were all eager to come and meet you, dear, so I had to bring
+them.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Katharine shook hands very soberly with the little group, and then
+walked off beside Marie, hearing nothing but the clatter-clatter of
+fourteen wooden shoes behind her.</p>
+
+<p>Soon they arrived at the cottage, and in a moment seven pairs of klompen
+were ranged in a neat row outside a small cottage, while their owners
+all talked at once to two sweet-faced women standing in the doorway.
+These were Marie&#8217;s sisters, whose husbands were out on the sea fishing,
+and who lived close beside each other in two tiny cottages exactly
+alike.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Oh,&rdquo; exclaimed Katharine, as, panting and breathless, she joined the
+group, &ldquo;do you always take off your shoes before you go into the
+house?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_279" id="Page_279">[Pg 279]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;">
+<img src="images/img318.png" width="300" height="500" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">little mayken</span>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_280" id="Page_280">[Pg 280]</a></span></p>
+<p>&ldquo;Why, of course,&rdquo; said the children.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;How funny!&rdquo; said Katharine.</p>
+
+<p>Then Marie, who had been left far behind, came up and introduced the
+little stranger to Juffrouw Van Dyne and Juffrouw Boekman, who took her
+into the house, followed by the three children who belonged there and
+the four cousins who belonged next door. They took off her coat and hat
+and gave her an arm-chair to sit in as she nibbled a tiny piece of
+gingerbread, while large pieces from the same loaf disappeared as if by
+magic among the other children. Then Gretel showed to her her doll; Jan
+shyly put into her hand a very pretty small model of the boat she had
+come in on that morning; Lotten offered her a piece of Edam cheese,
+which she took, while politely declining Mayken&#8217;s offer to teach her to
+knit, little Katrine deposited a beautiful white kitten on her lap;
+Ludolf showed her a fine pair of klompen on which his father was
+teaching him to carve some very pretty figures; Freitje brought all his
+new fishing-tackle and invited her to go fishing with him at the back of
+the house. It was not long before Katharine forgot that she was
+homesick, and grew really interested in her surroundings; and later the
+dinner, consisting chiefly of fish and rye bread, tasted very good to
+the now hungry Katharine.</p>
+
+<p>It was after dinner that the tragedy happened. The children had all
+started out for a walk. Before they had gone more than a mile from the
+house the fog settled all around them&mdash;so dense, so thick, blotting out
+everything, that they could not see more than a step ahead. They were
+not frightened, however, as all they had to do was to turn round and go
+straight ahead toward home. The children took one another&#8217;s hands at
+Gretel&#8217;s direction, stretching themselves across the road, Katharine,
+who held Gretel&#8217;s hand, being at one end of the line. They walked on
+slowly along the dike for a short time, talking busily, though not able
+to see where they were going, when suddenly Katharine felt her feet
+slipping. In trying to steady herself she let go of Gretel, gave a wild
+clutch at the air, and then rolled, rolled, right down a steep bank,
+and, splash! into a pool of water at the bottom. For a moment she lay
+half stunned, not knowing what had happened to her; then, as her sense
+came, &ldquo;Oh,&rdquo; thought she, &ldquo;I must be killed, or drowned, or something!&rdquo;
+She tried to call &ldquo;Gretel,&rdquo; but her voice sounded weak and far off, and
+she could see nothing. Slowly she crawled out of the pool, only to
+plunge, splash! into another. She felt, oh, so cold, wet, and bruised!
+&ldquo;I must have rolled right down the dike,&rdquo; she thought. &ldquo;If I could find
+it, I might climb up again.&rdquo; She got up and tried to walk, but sank to
+her ankles in water at every step.</p>
+
+<p>She was a little lame from her fall, and soaked from head to foot. Her
+clothes hung around her most uncomfortably when she tried to walk. But,
+if she had to crawl on hands and knees, she must find the house; so,
+plunging, tumbling, rising again, she crawled in and out of ditches,
+every minute getting more cold and miserable.</p>
+
+<p>But on she went, shivering and sore, every moment wandering farther from
+her friends, who were out searching all along the bottom of the dike.</p>
+
+<p>After what seemed to her a long time, she came bump up against something
+hard. She did not know what it was, but she could have jumped for joy,
+if her clothes had not been so heavy to hear a voice suddenly call out
+in Dutch &ldquo;What&#8217;s that? Who has hit against my door? Ach! where in the
+world have you come from?&rdquo; Then in a considerably milder tone: &ldquo;Ach! the
+little one! and she is English. How did you get here, dear heart?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I&mdash;I&mdash;fell down the dike. I have&mdash;lost&mdash;everybody. Oh, how shall I ever
+get back to father?&rdquo; answered Katharine in her very poor Dutch.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;But tell me, little one, where you came from&mdash;ach! so cold and wet!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I was spending the day with Marie and Gretel&mdash;and&mdash;Jan&mdash;and we were
+walking on the dike when the fog came on; then I fell, and could not
+find my way&mdash;&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Gretel and Jan&mdash;could they be Juffrouw Van Dyne&#8217;s children?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, yes,&rdquo; eagerly; &ldquo;that is where I was. Oh, <em>can</em> you take me back,
+dear, dear juffrouw?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, when the fog clears away, my child. I could not find the house
+now; it is more than two miles from here. Besides, you must put off
+these wet clothes; you will get your death of cold&mdash;poor lambkin.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>At this Katharine&#8217;s sobs broke forth afresh. It must be late in the
+evening now, she thought; her father would come to Marie&#8217;s and would not
+be able to find her&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;No, dear child, it is only four o&#8217;clock in the afternoon. The fog may
+clear away very soon, and then I will take you back.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Quickly the wet garments were taken off and hung about the stove.
+Katharine presently found herself wrapped up in blankets in a great
+arm-chair in front of the fire, a cushion at her back and another under
+her feet, drinking some nice hot broth, and feeling so warm and
+comfortable that she fell fast asleep, and awoke two hours later to find
+the room quite light, the fog almost gone, the juffrouw sitting beside
+her knitting, and a comfortable-looking cat purring noisily at her
+feet.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_281" id="Page_281">[Pg 281]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 349px;">
+<img src="images/img320.png" width="349" height="500" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">gretel and katrine.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_282" id="Page_282">[Pg 282]</a></span></p>
+<p>&ldquo;I think I have been asleep,&rdquo; she said.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I think you have,&rdquo; said Dame Donk.</p>
+
+<p>Just then a loud knock was heard at the door, a head was poked in, then
+another, and still another. The cottage was fast filling up. There
+stood, first of all, poor, pale, frightened Marie, holding a large
+bundle in her arms, Jan with another smaller one, Gretel carrying a pair
+of shoes, and one of the sisters, completely filling up the doorway with
+her ample proportions, last of all.</p>
+
+<p>It appears that as soon as the fog had begun to clear, the good Dame
+Donk had despatched a boy from a neighboring cottage to let them know
+where Katharine was, and that her wardrobe would need replenishing.</p>
+
+<p>The excitement on finding the child safe and sound may be better
+imagined than described. How she was kissed, cried, and laughed over,
+what questions were asked and not answered, as she was taken into an
+adjoining room and arrayed in a complete suit of Gretel&#8217;s clothes, even
+to the klompen, for, alas! her French shoes were now in no condition to
+be worn, the pretty blue frock torn and stained and hopelessly wet, the
+hat with its dainty plume crushed and useless; indeed, every article she
+had worn looked only fit for the rag-bag.</p>
+
+<p>Gretel was so much smaller than Katharine that the clothes were a very
+tight fit, the skirt which hung round Gretel&#8217;s ankles reaching just
+below Katharine&#8217;s knees, and it was a funny little figure that stepped
+back into the room&mdash;no longer a fashionably dressed New York maiden, but
+a golden-haired child of Holland, even to the blue eyes, sparkling now
+with fun and merriment.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;But didn&#8217;t you bring a cap for me, Marie?&rdquo; she asked in a grieved tone.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Ah, no, deary; I never thought of a cap.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Well, you must put one on me the minute we get back.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Oh, what will father say?&rdquo; she cried delightedly, as she surveyed
+herself in the little mirror.</p>
+
+<p>This sobered Marie at once. What would &ldquo;father&rdquo; say, indeed? Would he
+not have a right to be very angry with her, that she had allowed the
+child to get into such danger?</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 10%;' />
+
+<p>&ldquo;Where is Katharine?&rdquo; asked the colonel, as he stood, tall and
+commanding, on the threshold, later that evening, surveying eight small
+Hollanders, looking so much alike, except for the difference in their
+sizes, that they might have passed for eight Dutch dolls propped up in a
+row against the wall.</p>
+
+<p>A sudden shriek of laughter, and one of the dolls was in his arms,
+smothering him with kisses. Then every one began to talk at once, as
+usual, and it was not until late the next evening, when he and Katharine
+were steaming out of Amsterdam, that the colonel was told the whole
+story and for the first time fully understood all that had happened to
+his little girl on that eventful day.</p>
+
+<p>Meanwhile the new light in his daughter&#8217;s eyes and the laughter on her
+lips kept him from any desire to inquire too deeply into the reason for
+a certain embarrassed frightened look on the faces of the women.</p>
+
+<p>Before leaving Amsterdam the colonel was obliged to purchase a complete
+suit of Dutch garments for Katharine as a memento of this visit, and
+&ldquo;because they are so pretty, father,&rdquo; she said, and &ldquo;oh, father, I just
+love Holland! As for those Dutch children, I think they are simply the
+dearest, sweetest things I ever saw, and I have promised to write to
+Gretel as soon as ever I get to Paris.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 433px;">
+<img src="images/img321.png" width="433" height="170" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_283" id="Page_283">[Pg 283]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 555px;">
+<img src="images/img322.png" width="555" height="800" alt="THE JINGLE OF THE LITTLE JAP" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 3.5em; margin-top: -39em; line-height: .8em;">
+There lives in a town that is called Chu-Bo<br />
+A little Jap girl named Nami-Ko.<br />
+She learns to spell and she learns to write,<br />
+But her A B C&#8217;s are the <em>oddest</em> sight!</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 3.5em; line-height: .8em;">
+For <em>this</em> is the way that the letters look<br />
+In her neat little, queer little copy-book:</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 3.5em; margin-top: 11.5em; line-height: .8em;">
+This little Jap girl has shoes most neat<br />
+To put on her tiny Japanese feet,<br />
+But O! They are <em>queer</em>&mdash;such heels, such toes!<br />
+You&#8217;d think she would fall on her little Jap nose!</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 3.5em; line-height: .8em;">
+And <em>these</em> are the shoes&mdash;beware of mishap<br />
+If you wear what belongs to a queer little Jap!</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 21em; margin-top: -23.5em; line-height: .8em;">
+When this little Jap girl goes out to call<br />
+She wears no hat&mdash;but a parasol!<br />
+And her little Jap mother wears one too&mdash;<br />
+In fact it&#8217;s the way that the Japs all do.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 21em; line-height: .8em;">
+And <em>this</em> is the curious parasol<br />
+Which the little Jap girl wears out to call:</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 19em; margin-top: 19em; line-height: .8em;">
+This little Jap girl, when she goes to bed,<br />
+Has no soft pillow beneath her head,<br />
+For little Jap girls have to take great care<br />
+Of their smooth little, black little Japanese hair!</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 19em; line-height: .8em; margin-bottom: 9em;">
+And <em>this</em> is the pillow!  Imagine, chicks,<br />
+A pillow like this&mdash;and as hard as bricks!</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_284" id="Page_284">[Pg 284]</a></span></p>
+<h2>THE SEVENTH BIRTHDAY OF THE LITTLE<br />
+COUSIN FROM CONSTANTINOPLE</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY EMMA C. DOWD</strong></p>
+
+<p>The Little Cousin from Constantinople was to have been given a party on
+her seventh birthday; but, just before the invitations were written,
+Mumps came uninvited, and, of course, there could be no other guests
+while Mumps stayed.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img323.png" width="500" height="398" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&ldquo;eagerly she tore off the wrappings.&rdquo;</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>The Little Cousin could not help feeling just a little tearful on her
+birthday morning, for Mumps, as nearly everybody knows, is a painful,
+disagreeable visitor. She did not cry when anybody was near&mdash;oh, no,
+indeed! She even tried to smile; but she found smiling very difficult
+with a poultice on each side of her face, and she had to give it up. The
+Merry Mother understood, however, and told her she was a dear, brave
+little girl, and strove to comfort her just as the dear absent Mother in
+Constantinople would have comforted her if she had been there.</p>
+
+<p>Before the Merry Mother left her the Little Cousin felt almost happy,
+sitting up among her soft pillows, and wearing her new, pink, birthday
+sacque, with its pretty ribbons.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I am sorry I must be away all the morning,&rdquo; the Merry Mother said; &ldquo;but
+I hope your pleasant company will keep you from missing me. I am going
+to shut your door for a minute, and when it opens you can pull in your
+visitors as fast as you please.&rdquo; She laughed to see the Little Cousin&#8217;s
+astonished face, for the doctor had said that the children must not come
+in to see her as long as Mumps stayed. Then the door closed.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_285" id="Page_285">[Pg 285]</a></span></p>
+<p>There was a slight commotion outside. The Little Cousin listened
+eagerly. What could it mean? Hushed voices, bits of laughter, the
+sliding of something over the polished floor, scurrying footsteps here
+and there&mdash;the Little Cousin heard it all, and waited breathlessly.</p>
+
+<p>At last the feet retreated, the door opened, and the Merry Mother&#8217;s face
+appeared. Something attached to a string came flying toward the bed.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Catch it!&rdquo; she called.</p>
+
+<p>The Little Cousin grabbed it&mdash;only a small block of wood, on which was
+printed, &ldquo;PULL.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Eagerly the little hands obeyed, when in through the doorway slid an
+oblong package. Across the rug and up on the bed the Little Cousin drew
+it, till her excited fingers clasped the package tight&mdash;what could it
+be?</p>
+
+<p>Fastened to the further end of the bundle was another block of wood, and
+attached to it was another string which led outside the door. On this
+block was printed. &ldquo;When you are ready, PULL again!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I&#8217;ll open this first,&rdquo; said the Little Cousin to herself, untying the
+block, and laying it aside with its dangling cord. Eagerly she tore off
+the wrappings&mdash;it was, it <em>was</em> a doll, such a darling of a doll! It had
+brown eyes and fluffy yellow curls, and&mdash;this seemed very strange&mdash;the
+only thing in the way of clothing that it possessed was a little blanket
+that was wrapped around it.</p>
+
+<p>Never mind! she was learning to sew, and she would make it a dress as
+soon as she was well again. She cuddled Dolly down against the pillows.
+She would not be lonely any more, even if Mumps should stay for a longer
+visit than was expected. Her dolls had all been left for the Little
+Sister in Constantinople, and it was so nice to have a dolly of her own
+again!</p>
+
+<p>Then her eyes fell on the block of wood, with its inscription, and she
+began to pull in the string.</p>
+
+<p>A square package appeared in the doorway, and she drew it toward her.
+Attached to it was a third block. This she untied as before, and removed
+the paper from her gift. It was a small trunk. She lifted the cover, and
+there were Dolly&#8217;s missing garments! A blue dress, a pink dress, a white
+dress, dainty underwear, sash ribbons, a coat and hat, and even a tiny
+comb and brush, were found in that wonderful trunk. Of course, Dolly had
+to come out from her nook in the pillows, and be dressed. It took some
+time, because Little Cousin must stop to admire every separate garment.
+At last, however, the third present was pulled in, and it was a chair
+for Dolly to sit in.</p>
+
+<p>The fourth package was big and rather heavier than the others. The
+Little Cousin wondered what it could be, and she found out just as soon
+as she could get it open. It was a dining-table for Dolly, with a real
+little table-cloth, and napkins, and a set of pretty china dishes.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Oh, oh!&rdquo; gasped the Little Cousin, in sheer delight. It is a pity there
+was no one there to see the shining of her eyes. She rested awhile among
+her pillows; but not long, for Dolly must have her table set for
+luncheon&mdash;she might be hungry.</p>
+
+<p>Ready for the make-believe repast, string number five was pulled, and
+when the box was opened the Little Cousin fairly squealed, for there was
+a real luncheon for Dolly and herself, all in twos! There were two tiny
+buttered biscuits, two very small apple turnovers, and two little
+frosted cakes. There were, also, two small bottles containing a brownish
+liquid. It was chocolate! Oh, how glad the Little Cousin was that she
+had passed the stage where she could not eat! It would have been hard,
+indeed, to have left all those goodies for Dolly. As it was she had to
+take food in very small bits, but that only made it last the longer; and
+if it did hurt a little once in a while she did not mind, it tasted so
+good. So on the whole, the luncheon was a very happy affair.</p>
+
+<p>When the sixth present was pulled upon the bed the Little Cousin said,
+&ldquo;Oh!&rdquo; to the accompaniment of very bright eyes, for the shape of it told
+her that must be a carriage&mdash;a carriage for Dolly, and it proved to be
+one of the very prettiest that ever a small doll rode in. She was put on
+the seat in a twinkling, and had only one tumble&mdash;which did not even
+muss her dress, and the next time she was strapped in so that she could
+not fall.</p>
+
+<p>The seventh gift was a little white bedstead, with mattress and sheets,
+a dear little puffy comfortable, and a dainty coverlet and two pillows.
+Of course, Dolly was tired enough after her ride to be undressed and go
+to bed, and very sweet she looked as she was tucked snugly in.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Now shut your eyes and go right to sleep!&rdquo; Dolly was bidden, and she
+obeyed at once.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;What a perfectly lovely birthday!&rdquo; murmured Little Cousin, drawing her
+darling&mdash;bed and all&mdash;close to her pillow. Then she shut her own eyes,
+to keep Dolly company.</p>
+
+<p>When the Merry Mother peeped in, the Little Cousin from Constantinople
+lay quite still among her treasures&mdash;fast asleep.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_286" id="Page_286">[Pg 286]</a></span></p>
+<h2>LITTLE RED RIDING-HOOD</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>RETOLD FROM GRIMM</strong></p>
+
+<p>There was once a sweet little girl, who had gained the love of every
+one, even those who had only seen her once. She had an old grandmother,
+who knew not how to do enough for her, she loved her so much. Once she
+sent her a little cloak with a red velvet hood, which became her so well
+that she obtained the name of Little Red Riding-Hood.</p>
+
+<p>One day her mother said to her: &ldquo;Come, Red Riding-Hood, I want you to go
+and see your grandmother, and take her a piece of cake and a bottle of
+wine; for she is ill and weak, and this will do her good. Make haste and
+get ready before the weather gets too hot, and go straight on your road
+while you are out, and behave prettily and modestly; and do not run, for
+fear you should fall and break the bottle, and then grandmother would
+have no wine. And when you pass through the village, do not forget to
+courtesy and say &lsquo;Good-morning&rsquo; to every one who knows you.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I will do everything you tell me, mother,&rdquo; said the child as she wished
+her good-by and started for her long walk.</p>
+
+<p>It was quite half an hour&#8217;s walk through the wood from the village to
+the grandmother&#8217;s house, and no sooner had Red Riding-Hood entered the
+wood than she met a wolf.</p>
+
+<p>Red Riding-Hood did not know what a wicked animal he was, and felt not
+the least afraid of him.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Good-day, Red Riding-Hood,&rdquo; he said.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Good-morning, sir,&rdquo; replied the little girl, with a courtesy.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Where are you going so early, Red Riding-Hood?&rdquo; he asked.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;To my grandmother, sir,&rdquo; she replied. &ldquo;Mother baked yesterday, and she
+has sent me with a piece of cake and a bottle of wine to her because she
+is sick, and it will make her stronger and do her good.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Where does your grandmother live, Red Riding-Hood?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;About half a mile from here through the wood; her house stands under
+three large oak trees, near to the nut hedges; you would easily know
+it,&rdquo; said Red Riding-Hood.</p>
+
+<p>The wolf, when he heard this, thought to himself, &ldquo;This little, delicate
+thing would be a sweet morsel for me at last, and taste nicer than her
+old grandmother, but she would not satisfy my hunger; I must make a meal
+of them both.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Then he walked quietly on by the side of Red Riding-Hood till they came
+to a part of the wood where a number of flowers grew.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;See, Red Riding-Hood,&rdquo; he said, &ldquo;what pretty flowers are growing here;
+would you not like to rest and gather some? And don&#8217;t you hear how
+sweetly the birds are singing? You are walking on as steadily as if you
+were going to school, and it is much more pleasant here in the wood.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Then Red Riding-Hood looked up and saw the dancing sunbeams shining
+between the trees and lighting up the beautiful flowers that grew all
+around her, and she thought, &ldquo;If I were to take my grandmother a fresh
+nosegay, it would make her so pleased; it is early yet, and I have
+plenty of time.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>So she went out of her way into the wood to gather flowers. And when she
+had picked a few, she saw some more beautiful still at a little distance
+so she walked on further and further, till she was quite deep in the
+wood.</p>
+
+<p>Meanwhile the wolf went straight on to the grandmother&#8217;s house, and
+knocked at the door. There was no answer.</p>
+
+<p>So the wolf lifted the latch and the door flew open; then he rushed in,
+hoping to seize upon the poor old grandmother, and eat her up. But she
+had gone out for a little walk, so he shut the door, dressed himself in
+the old woman&#8217;s nightgown and nightcap, and lay down in the bed to wait
+for Red Riding-Hood.</p>
+
+<p>After Red Riding-Hood had gathered as many flowers as she could carry,
+she found her way back quickly to the right path, and walked on very
+fast till she came to her grandmother&#8217;s house, and knocked at the door.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Who is there?&rdquo; said the wolf, trying to imitate the grandmother. His
+voice was so gruff, however, that Little Red Riding-Hood would have been
+frightened, only she thought her grandmother had a cold.</p>
+
+<p>So she replied: &ldquo;It&#8217;s Little Red Riding-Hood. Mother sent you a piece of
+cake and a bottle of wine.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Lift up the latch and come in,&rdquo; said the wolf.</p>
+
+<p>So Red Riding-Hood lifted the latch and went in.</p>
+
+<p>When she saw her grandmother, as she thought, lying in bed, she went up
+to her and drew back the curtains; but she could only see the head, for
+the wolf had pulled the nightcap as far over his face as he could.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_287" id="Page_287">[Pg 287]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 293px;">
+<img src="images/img326.png" width="293" height="500" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">little red riding-hood.</span><br />
+<span class="sml1">(engraved from the painting by g. ferrier.)</span>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_288" id="Page_288">[Pg 288]</a></span></p>
+<p>&ldquo;Good-morning,&rdquo; she said; but there was no answer. Then she got on the
+bed, and cried out: &ldquo;Grandmother, what great ears you have!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;The better to hear with, my dear,&rdquo; he said.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Grandmother, what great eyes you have!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;The better to see you, my dear, the better to see you.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Grandmother, what great teeth you have!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;The better to eat you up!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>The old wolf jumped out of bed, and Little Red Riding Hood, in the
+greatest terror, screamed as loud as she could.</p>
+
+<p>Just then the door opened, and in came the grandmother and some woodmen
+who were passing. They were just in time to save Little Red-Riding-Hood
+from the old wolf.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="DOLLYSDOCTOR" id="DOLLYSDOCTOR"></a>
+<h2>DOLLY&#8217;S DOCTOR</h2>
+
+<p class="center">
+<span class="smcap">Mary</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+Come and see my baby dear;<br />
+Doctor, she is ill, I fear.<br />
+Yesterday, do what I would,<br />
+She would touch no kind of food;<br />
+And she tosses, moans, and cries.<br />
+Doctor, what do you advise?</p>
+
+<p class="center">
+<span class="smcap">Doctor John</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+Hum! ha! good madam, tell me, pray,<br />
+What have you offered her to-day?<br />
+Ah, yes! I see! a piece of cake&mdash;<br />
+The worst thing you could make her take.<br />
+Just let me taste. Yes, yes; I fear<br />
+Too many plums and currants here.<br />
+But, stop; I must just taste again,<br />
+For that will make the matter plain.</p>
+
+<p class="center">
+<span class="smcap">Mary</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+But, Doctor, pray excuse me, now&mdash;<br />
+You&#8217;ve eaten all the cake, I vow!<br />
+I thank you kindly for your care;<br />
+But surely that was hardly fair.</p>
+
+<p class="center">
+<span class="smcap">Doctor John</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+Ah, dear me! did I eat the cake?<br />
+Well, it was for dear baby&#8217;s sake.<br />
+But keep him in his bed, well warm,<br />
+And, you will see, he&#8217;ll take no harm.<br />
+At night and morning use once more<br />
+His draught and powder, as before;<br />
+And he must not be over-fed,<br />
+But he may have a piece of bread.<br />
+To-morrow, then, I dare to say,<br />
+He&#8217;ll be quite right. Good day! good day!</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+
+<a name="THUMBELINA" id="THUMBELINA"></a>
+<h2>THUMBELINA</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN</strong></p>
+
+<p>She had a little house of her own, a little garden, too, this woman of
+whom I am going to tell you, but for all that she was not quite happy.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;If only I had a little child of my own,&rdquo; she said, &ldquo;how the walls would
+ring with her laughter, and how the flowers would brighten at her
+coming. Then, indeed, I should be quite happy.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>And an old witch heard what the woman wished, and said, &ldquo;Oh, but that is
+easily managed. Here is a barley-corn. Plant it in a flower-pot and tend
+it carefully, and then you will see what will happen.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>The woman was in a great hurry to go home and plant the barley-corn, but
+she did not forget to say &ldquo;Thank you&rdquo; to the old witch. She not only
+thanked her, she even stayed to give her six silver pennies.</p>
+
+<p>Then she hurried away to her home, took a flower-pot and planted her
+precious barley-corn.</p>
+
+<p>And what do you think happened? Almost before the corn was planted, up
+shot a large and beautiful flower. It was still unopened. The petals
+were folded closely together, but it looked like a tulip. It really was
+a tulip, a red and yellow one, too.</p>
+
+<p>The woman loved flowers. She stooped and kissed the beautiful bud. As
+her lips touched the petals, they burst open, and oh! wonder of wonders;
+there, in the very middle of the flower, sat a little child. Such a
+tiny, pretty little maiden she was.</p>
+
+<p>They called her Thumbelina. That was because she was no bigger than the
+woman&#8217;s thumb.</p>
+
+<p>And where do you think she slept? A little walnut shell, lined with
+blue, that was her cradle.</p>
+
+<p>When she slept little Thumbelina lay in her cradle on a tiny heap of
+violets, with the petal of a pale pink rose to cover her.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_289" id="Page_289">[Pg 289]</a></span></p>
+<p>And where do you think she played? A table was her playground. On the
+table the woman placed a plate of water. Little Thumbelina called that
+her lake.</p>
+
+<p>Round the plate were scented flowers; the blossoms lying on the edge,
+while the pale green stalks reached thirstily down to the water.</p>
+
+<p>In the lake floated a large tulip leaf. This was Thumbelina&#8217;s little
+boat. Seated there she sailed from side to side of her little lake,
+rowing cleverly with two white horse hairs. As she rowed backward and
+forward she sang softly to herself. The woman listening heard, and
+thought she had never known so sweet a song.</p>
+
+<p>And now such a sad thing happened.</p>
+
+<p>In through a broken window-pane hopped a big toad&mdash;oh, such an ugly big
+toad! She hopped right on to the table, where Thumbelina lay dreaming in
+her tiny cradle, under the pale pink rose leaf.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;How beautiful the little maiden is,&rdquo; she croaked. &ldquo;She will make a
+lovely bride for my handsome son.&rdquo; And she lifted the little cradle,
+with Thumbelina in it, and hopped out through the broken window-pane,
+and down into the little garden.</p>
+
+<p>At the foot of the garden was a broad stream. Here, under the muddy
+banks, lived the old toad with her son.</p>
+
+<p>How handsome she thought him! But he was really very ugly. Indeed, he
+was exactly like his mother.</p>
+
+<p>When he saw little Thumbelina in her tiny cradle, he croaked with
+delight.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Do not make so much noise,&rdquo; said his mother, &ldquo;or you will wake the tiny
+creature. We may lose her if we are not careful. The slightest breeze
+would waft her away. She is as light as gossamer.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Then the old toad carried Thumbelina out into the middle of the stream.
+&ldquo;She will be safe here,&rdquo; she said, as she laid her gently on one of the
+leaves of a large water lily, and paddled back to her son.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;We will make ready the best rooms under the mud,&rdquo; she told him, &ldquo;and
+then you and the little maiden will be married.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Poor little Thumbelina! She had not seen the ugly big toad yet, nor her
+ugly son.</p>
+
+<p>When she woke up early in the morning, how she wept! Water all around
+her! How could she reach the shore? Poor little Thumbelina!</p>
+
+<p>Down under the mud the old toad was very busy, decking the best room
+with buttercups and buds of water-lilies to make it gay for her little
+daughter-in-law, Thumbelina.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Now we will go to bring her little bed and place it ready,&rdquo; said the
+old toad, and together she and her son swam out to the leaf where little
+Thumbelina sat.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Here is my handsome son,&rdquo; she said, &ldquo;he is to be your husband,&rdquo; and she
+bowed low in the water, for she wished to be very polite to the little
+maiden.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Croak, croak,&rdquo; was all the young toad could say, as he looked at his
+pretty little bride.</p>
+
+<p>Then they took away the tiny little bed, and Thumbelina was left all
+alone.</p>
+
+<p>How the tears stained her pretty little face! How fast they fell into
+the stream! Even the fish as they swam hither and thither thought, &ldquo;How
+it rains today,&rdquo; as the tiny drops fell thick and fast.</p>
+
+<p>They popped up their heads and saw the forlorn little maiden.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;She shall not marry the ugly toad,&rdquo; they said, as they looked with
+eager eyes at the pretty child. &ldquo;No, she shall not marry the ugly toad.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>But what could the little fish do to help Thumbelina?</p>
+
+<p>They found the green stem which held the leaf on which Thumbelina sat.
+They bit it with their little sharp teeth, and they never stopped
+biting, till at last they bit the green stem through; and away, down the
+stream, floated the leaf, carrying with it little Thumbelina.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Free, free!&rdquo; she sang, and her voice tinkled as a chime of fairy bells.
+&ldquo;Free, free!&rdquo; she sang merrily as she floated down the stream, away, far
+away out of reach of the ugly old toad and her ugly son.</p>
+
+<p>And as she floated on, the little wild birds sang round her, and on the
+banks the little wild hare-bells bowed to her.</p>
+
+<p>Butterflies were flitting here and there in the sunshine. A pretty
+little white one fluttered onto the leaf on which sat Thumbelina. He
+loved the tiny maiden so well that he settled down beside her.</p>
+
+<p>Now she was quite happy! Birds around her, flowers near her, and the
+water gleaming like gold in the summer sunshine. What besides could
+little Thumbelina wish?</p>
+
+<p>She took off her sash and threw one end of it round the butterfly. The
+other end she fastened firmly to the leaf. On and on floated the leaf,
+the little maiden and the butterfly.</p>
+
+<p>Suddenly a great cockchafer buzzed along. Alas! he caught sight of
+little Thumbelina. He flew to her, put his claw round her tiny little
+waist and carried her off, up onto a tree.</p>
+
+<p>Poor little Thumbelina! How frightened she was! How grieved she was,
+too, for had she not lost her little friend the butterfly?</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_290" id="Page_290">[Pg 290]</a></span></p>
+<p>Would he fly away, she wondered, or would her sash hold him fast?</p>
+
+<p>The cockchafer was charmed with the little maiden. He placed her
+tenderly on the largest leaf he could find. He gathered honey for her
+from the flowers, and as she sipped it, he sat near and told her how
+beautiful she looked.</p>
+
+<p>But there were other chafers living in the tree, and when they came to
+see little Thumbelina, they said, &ldquo;She is not pretty at all.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;She has only two legs,&rdquo; said one.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;She has no feelers,&rdquo; said another.</p>
+
+<p>Some said she was too thin, others that she was too fat, and then they
+all buzzed and hummed together, &ldquo;How ugly she is, how ugly she is!&rdquo; But
+all the time little Thumbelina was the prettiest little maiden that ever
+lived.</p>
+
+<p>And now the cockchafer who had flown off with little Thumbelina thought
+he had been rather foolish to admire her.</p>
+
+<p>He looked at her again. &ldquo;Pretty? No, after all she was not very pretty.&rdquo;
+He would have nothing to do with her, and away he and all the other
+chafers flew. Only first they carried little Thumbelina down from the
+tree and placed her on a daisy. She wept because she was so ugly&mdash;so
+ugly that the chafers could not live with her. But all the time, you
+know, she was the prettiest little maiden in the world.</p>
+
+<p>She was living all alone in the wood now, but it was summer and she
+could not feel sad or lonely while the warm golden sunshine touched her
+so gently, while the birds sang to her, and the flowers bowed to her.</p>
+
+<p>Yes, little Thumbelina was happy. She ate honey from the flowers, and
+drank dew out of the golden buttercups and danced and sang the livelong
+day.</p>
+
+<p>But summer passed away and autumn came. The birds began to whisper of
+flying to warmer countries, and the flowers began to fade and hang their
+heads, and as autumn passed away, winter came, cold, dreary winter.</p>
+
+<p>Thumbelina shivered with cold. Her little frock was thin and old. She
+would certainly be frozen to death, she thought, as she wrapped herself
+up in a withered leaf.</p>
+
+<p>Then the snow began to fall, and each snow-flake seemed to smother her.
+She was so very tiny.</p>
+
+<p>Close to the wood lay a corn-field. The beautiful golden grain had been
+carried away long ago, now there was only dry short stubble. But to
+little Thumbelina the stubble was like a great forest.</p>
+
+<p>She walked through the hard field. She was shaking with cold. All at
+once she saw a little door just before her.</p>
+
+<p>The field-mouse had made a little house under the stubble, and lived so
+cozily there. She had a big room full of corn, and she had a kitchen and
+pantry as well.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Perhaps I shall get some food here,&rdquo; thought the cold and hungry little
+maiden, as she stood knocking at the door, just like a tiny beggar
+child. She had had nothing to eat for two long days. Oh, she was very
+hungry!</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;What a tiny thing you are!&rdquo; said the field-mouse, as she opened the
+door and saw Thumbelina. &ldquo;Come in and dine with me.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>How glad Thumbelina was, and how she enjoyed dining with the
+field-mouse.</p>
+
+<p>She behaved so prettily that the old field-mouse told her she might live
+with her while the cold weather lasted. &ldquo;And you shall keep my room
+clean and neat, and you shall tell me stories,&rdquo; she added.</p>
+
+<p>That is how Thumbelina came to live with the field-mouse and to meet Mr.
+Mole.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;We shall have a visitor soon,&rdquo; said the field-mouse. &ldquo;My neighbor, Mr.
+Mole, comes to see me every week-day. His house is very large, and he
+wears a beautiful coat of black velvet. Unfortunately, he is blind. If
+you tell him your prettiest stories he may marry you.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Now the mole was very wise and very clever, but how could little
+Thumbelina ever care for him. Why, he did not love the sun, nor the
+flowers, and he lived in a house underground. No, Thumbelina did not
+wish to marry the mole.</p>
+
+<p>However she must sing to him when he came to visit his neighbor, the
+field-mouse. When she had sung, &ldquo;Ladybird, Ladybird, fly away home,&rdquo; and
+&ldquo;Boys and girls, come out to play,&rdquo; the mole was charmed, and thought he
+would like to marry the little maiden with the beautiful voice.</p>
+
+<p>Then he tried to be very agreeable. He invited the field-mouse and
+Thumbelina to walk along the underground passage he had dug between
+their houses. Mr. Mole was very fond of digging underground.</p>
+
+<p>As it was dark the mole took a piece of tinder-wood in his mouth and led
+the way. The tinder-wood shone like a torch in the dark passage.</p>
+
+<p>A little bird lay in the passage, a little bird who had not flown away
+when the flowers faded and the cold winds blew.</p>
+
+<p>It was dead, the mole said.</p>
+
+<p>When he reached the bird, the mole stopped and pushed his nose right
+up through the ceiling to make a hole, through which the daylight might
+shine.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_291" id="Page_291">[Pg 291]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 358px;">
+<img src="images/img330.png" width="358" height="500" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&ldquo;in the very heart of the flower<br />
+stood a little prince&rdquo;</span>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_292" id="Page_292">[Pg 292]</a></span></p>
+<p>There lay a swallow, his wings pressed close to his side, his little
+head and legs drawn in under his feathers. He had died of cold.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Poor little swallow!&rdquo; thought Thumbelina. All wild birds were her
+friends. Had they not sung to her and fluttered round her all the long
+glad summer days?</p>
+
+<p>But the mole kicked the swallow with his short legs. &ldquo;That one will sing
+no more,&rdquo; he said roughly. &ldquo;It must be sad to be born a bird and to be
+able only to sing and fly. I am thankful none of my children will be
+birds,&rdquo; and he proudly smoothed down his velvet coat.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Yes,&rdquo; said the field-mouse, &ldquo;what can a bird do but sing? When the cold
+weather comes it is useless.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Thumbelina said nothing. Only when the others moved on, she stooped down
+and stroked the bird gently with her tiny hand, and kissed its closed
+eyes.</p>
+
+<p>That night the little maiden could not sleep. &ldquo;I will go to see the poor
+swallow again,&rdquo; she thought.</p>
+
+<p>She got up out of her tiny bed. She wove a little carpet out of hay.
+Down the long underground passage little Thumbelina walked, carrying the
+carpet. She reached the bird at last, and spread the carpet gently round
+him. She fetched warm cotton and laid it over the bird.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Even down on the cold earth he will be warm now,&rdquo; thought the gentle
+little maiden.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Farewell,&rdquo; she said sadly, &ldquo;farewell, little bird! Did you sing to me
+through the long summer days, when the leaves were green and the sky was
+blue? Farewell, little swallow!&rdquo; and she stooped to press her tiny
+cheeks against the soft feathers.</p>
+
+<p>As she did so, she heard&mdash;what could it be? pit, pat, pit, pat! Could
+the bird be alive? Little Thumbelina listened still. Yes, it was the
+beating of the little bird&#8217;s heart that she heard. He had not been dead
+after all, only frozen with cold. The little carpet and the covering the
+little maid had brought warmed the bird. He would get well now.</p>
+
+<p>What a big bird he seemed to Thumbelina! She was almost afraid now, for
+she was so tiny. She was tiny, but she was brave. Drawing the covering
+more closely round the poor swallow, she brought her own little pillow,
+that the bird&#8217;s head might rest softly.</p>
+
+<p>Thumbelina stole out again the next night. &ldquo;Would the swallow look at
+her,&rdquo; she wondered.</p>
+
+<p>Yes, he opened his eyes and looked at little Thumbelina, who stood there
+with a tiny torch of tinder-wood.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Thanks, thanks, little Thumbelina,&rdquo; he twittered feebly. &ldquo;Soon I shall
+grow strong and fly out in the bright sunshine once more; thanks,
+thanks, little maiden.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Oh! but it is too cold, it snows and freezes, for now it is winter,&rdquo;
+said Thumbelina. &ldquo;Stay here and be warm, and I will take care of you,&rdquo;
+and she brought the swallow water in a leaf.</p>
+
+<p>And the little bird told her all his story&mdash;how he had tried to fly to
+the warm countries, and how he had torn his wing on a blackthorn bush
+and fallen to the ground. But he could not tell her how he had come to
+the underground passage.</p>
+
+<p>All winter the swallow stayed there, and Thumbelina was often in the
+long passage, with her little torch of tinder-wood. But the mole and the
+field-mouse did not know how Thumbelina tended and cared for the
+swallow.</p>
+
+<p>At last spring came, and the sun sent its warmth down where the swallow
+lay in the underground passage.</p>
+
+<p>Little Thumbelina opened the hole which the mole had made in the
+ceiling, and the sunshine streamed down on the swallow and the little
+girl.</p>
+
+<p>How the swallow longed to soar away, up and up, to be lost to sight in
+the blue, blue sky!</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Come with me, little Thumbelina,&rdquo; said the swallow, &ldquo;come with me to
+the blue skies and the green woods.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>But Thumbelina remembered how kind the field-mouse had been to her when
+she was cold and hungry, and she would not leave her.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Farewell! farewell! then, little maiden,&rdquo; twittered the swallow as he
+flew out and up, up into the sunshine.</p>
+
+<p>Thumbelina loved the swallow dearly. Her eyes were full of tears as she
+watched the bird disappearing till he was only a tiny speck of black.</p>
+
+<p>And now sad days came to little Thumbelina.</p>
+
+<p>The golden corn was once more waving in the sunshine above the house of
+the field-mouse, but Thumbelina must not go out lest she lose herself
+among the corn.</p>
+
+<p>Not go out in the bright sunshine! Oh, poor little Thumbelina!</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;You must get your wedding clothes ready this summer,&rdquo; said the
+field-mouse. &ldquo;You must be well provided with linen and worsted. My
+neighbor the mole will wish a well-dressed bride.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>The mole had said he wished to marry little Thumbelina before the cold
+winter came again.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_293" id="Page_293">[Pg 293]</a></span></p>
+<p>So Thumbelina sat at the spinning-wheel through the long summer days,
+spinning and weaving with four little spiders to help her.</p>
+
+<p>In the evening the mole came to visit her. &ldquo;Summer will soon be over,&rdquo;
+he said, &ldquo;and we shall be married.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>But oh! little Thumbelina did not wish the summer to end.</p>
+
+<p>Live with the dull old mole, who hated the sunshine, who would not
+listen to the song of the birds&mdash;live underground with him! Little
+Thumbelina wished the summer would never end.</p>
+
+<p>The spinning and weaving were over now. All the wedding clothes were
+ready. Autumn was come.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Only four weeks and the wedding-day will have come,&rdquo; said the
+field-mouse.</p>
+
+<p>And little Thumbelina wept.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I will not marry the tiresome old mole,&rdquo; she said.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I shall bite you with my white tooth if you talk such nonsense,&rdquo; said
+the field-mouse. &ldquo;Among all my friends not one of them has such a fine
+velvet coat as the mole. His cellars are full and his rooms are large.
+You ought to be glad to marry so well,&rdquo; she ended.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Was there no escape from the underground home?&rdquo; little Thumbelina
+wondered.</p>
+
+<p>The wedding-day came. The mole arrived to fetch his little bride.</p>
+
+<p>How could she say good-by forever to the beautiful sunshine?</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Farewell, farewell!&rdquo; she cried, and waved her little hands toward the
+glorious sun.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Farewell, farewell!&rdquo; she cried, and threw her tiny arms round a little
+red flower growing at her feet.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Tell the dear swallow, when he comes again,&rdquo; she whispered to the
+flower, &ldquo;tell him I will never forget him.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Tweet, tweet!&rdquo; What was that Thumbelina heard? &ldquo;Tweet, tweet!&rdquo; Could it
+be the swallow?</p>
+
+<p>The flutter of wings was round her. Little Thumbelina looked. How glad
+she was, for there, indeed, was the little bird she had tended and cared
+for so long. She told him, weeping, she must not stay. She must marry
+the mole and live underground, and never see the sun, the glorious sun.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Come with me, come with me, little Thumbelina,&rdquo; twittered the swallow.
+&ldquo;You can sit on my back, and I will fly with you to warmer countries,
+far from the tiresome old mole. Over mountains and seas we will fly to
+the country where the summer never ends, and the sunlight always
+shines.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Then little Thumbelina seated herself on her dear swallow&#8217;s back, and
+put her tiny feet on his outstretched wing. She tied herself firmly with
+her little sash to the strongest feather of the bird.</p>
+
+<p>And the swallow soared high into the air. High above forests and lakes,
+high above the big mountains that were crested with snow, he soared.</p>
+
+<p>They had reached the warm countries now.</p>
+
+<p>On and on flew the swallow, till he came to a white marble palace.
+Half-ruined it was, and vine leaves trailed up the long slender pillars.
+And among the broad, green leaves many a swallow had built his nest, and
+one of these nests belonged to Thumbelina&#8217;s little swallow.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;This is my home,&rdquo; said the bird, &ldquo;but you shall live in one of these
+brilliant flowers, in the loveliest of them all.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>And little Thumbelina clapped her hands with joy.</p>
+
+<p>The swallow flew with her to a stately sun-flower, and set her carefully
+on one of the broad yellow petals.</p>
+
+<p>But think, what was her surprise! In the very heart of the flower stood
+a little Prince, fair and transparent as crystal. On his shoulders were
+a pair of delicate wings, and he was small, every bit as small as
+Thumbelina. He was the spirit of the flower.</p>
+
+<p>For you know in each flower there is a spirit&mdash;a tiny little boy or
+girl, but this little Prince was King of all the flower spirits.</p>
+
+<p>The little King thought Thumbelina the loveliest maiden he had ever
+seen. He took off his golden crown and placed it on the tiny head of the
+little maid, and in a silvery voice he asked, &ldquo;Will you be my bride,
+little Thumbelina, and reign with me over the flower spirits?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>How glad Thumbelina was!</p>
+
+<p>The little King wished to marry her. Yes, she would be his little Queen.</p>
+
+<p>Then out of each blossom stepped tiny little children. They came to pay
+their homage to little Thumbelina.</p>
+
+<p>Each one brought her a present, and the most beautiful of all the
+presents was a pair of wings, delicate as gossamer. And when they were
+fastened on the shoulders of the little Queen, she could fly from flower
+to flower.</p>
+
+<p>And the swallow sat on his nest above, and sang his sweetest bridal song
+for the wedding of little Thumbelina.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_294" id="Page_294">[Pg 294]</a></span></p>
+<h2>THE FOX AND THE LITTLE RED HEN</h2>
+
+<p>Once upon a time there was a little red hen. She lived in a little white
+house and she had a little green garden. Every day she worked in the
+house and garden.</p>
+
+<p>Near her home lived a family of foxes. One day Mamma Fox said to Papa
+Fox, &ldquo;I want a fat hen to eat.&rdquo; There was nothing in the pantry for the
+baby foxes, so Papa Fox started out to find something for them all.</p>
+
+<p>He ran down the road until he came to the woods. &ldquo;Surely I will find
+something here,&rdquo; he said, but he found nothing to eat in the woods. As
+he came near the little green garden he said, &ldquo;Oh, I smell fresh cake!
+Oh, I smell a little red hen!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Sure enough, there was the Little Red Hen eating her cake.</p>
+
+<p>Papa Fox stole up softly behind her and grabbed her and put her into the
+bag on his back; then he ran quickly off down the hill toward his home.</p>
+
+<p>The Little Red Hen was so frightened that she could only whisper, &ldquo;Oh,
+dear! Oh, dear! Oh, dear!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Just then she had to sneeze, and when she put her claw into her pocket
+for her handkerchief, she felt her little scissors. Quick as a flash she
+took them out and cut a little hole in the bag. Peeping out she saw a
+great hill just ahead, all covered with stones. As Papa Fox stopped to
+rest on his way up the hill, with his back turned toward her, she cut a
+big hole in the bag, jumped out and quickly put a big stone in the bag
+in her place.</p>
+
+<p>As Papa Fox kept on up the hill, he thought the bag was pretty heavy,
+but he said, &ldquo;Never mind, she is a fat little red hen.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Mamma Fox met him at the front door with all the baby foxes.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;The water is boiling,&rdquo; said she. &ldquo;What have you in your bag?&rdquo; asked the
+Baby Foxes.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;A fat little red hen,&rdquo; said Papa Fox.</p>
+
+<p>As he held the bag over the pot, he said to Mamma Fox, &ldquo;When I drop her
+in, you clap on the lid.&rdquo; So he opened the bag. Splash! went the boiling
+water. It spilled all over Papa Fox and Mamma Fox and the Baby Foxes.
+Never again did they try to catch the Little Red Hen.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+
+<a name="ELVES" id="ELVES"></a>
+<h2>THE SHOEMAKER AND THE LITTLE ELVES</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY THE BROTHERS GRIMM</strong></p>
+
+<p>There was once a shoemaker, who, from no fault of his own, had become so
+poor that at last he had nothing left, but just sufficient leather for
+one pair of shoes. In the evening he cut out the leather, intending to
+make it up in the morning; and, as he had a good conscience, he lay
+quietly down to sleep, first commending himself to God. In the morning
+he said his prayers, and then sat down to work; but, behold, the pair of
+shoes were already made, and there they stood upon his board. The poor
+man was amazed, and knew not what to think; but he took the shoes into
+his hand to look at them more closely, and they were so neatly worked,
+that not a stitch was wrong; just as if they had been made for a prize.
+Presently a customer came in; and as the shoes pleased him very much, he
+paid down more than was usual; and so much that the shoemaker was able
+to buy with it leather for two pairs. By the evening he had got his
+leather shaped out; and when he arose the next morning, he prepared to
+work with fresh spirit; but there was no need&mdash;for the shoes stood all
+perfect on his board. He did not want either for customers; for two came
+who paid him so liberally for the shoes, that he bought with the money
+material for four pairs more. These also&mdash;when he awoke&mdash;he found all
+ready-made, and so it continued; what he cut out overnight was, in the
+morning, turned into the neatest shoes possible. This went on until he
+had regained his former appearance, and was becoming prosperous.</p>
+
+<p>One evening&mdash;not long before Christmas&mdash;as he had cut out the usual
+quantity, he said to his wife before going to bed, &ldquo;What say you to
+stopping up this night, to see who it is that helps us so kindly?&rdquo; His
+wife was satisfied, and fastened up a light; and then they hid
+themselves in the corner of the room, where hung some clothes which
+concealed them. As soon as it was midnight in came two little manikins,
+who squatted down on the board; and, taking up the prepared work, set to
+with their little fingers, stitching and sewing, and hammering so
+swiftly and lightly, that the shoemaker could not take his eyes off them
+for astonishment. They did not cease until all was brought to an end,
+and the shoes stood ready on the table; and then they sprang quickly
+away.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_295" id="Page_295">[Pg 295]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 363px;">
+<img src="images/img334.png" width="363" height="500" alt="The Shoemaker and the Little Elves" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_296" id="Page_296">[Pg 296]</a></span></p>
+<p>The following morning the wife said, &ldquo;The little men have made us rich,
+and we must show our gratitude to them; for although they run about they
+must be cold, for they have nothing on their bodies. I will make a
+little shirt, coat, waistcoat, trousers, and stockings for each, and do
+you make a pair of shoes for each.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>The husband assented; and one evening, when all was ready, they laid
+presents, instead of the usual work, on the board, and hid themselves to
+see the result.</p>
+
+<p>At midnight in came the Elves, jumping about, and soon prepared to work,
+but when they saw no leather, but the natty little clothes, they at
+first were astonished, but soon showed their rapturous glee. They drew
+on their coats, and smoothing them down, sang&mdash;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+&ldquo;Smart and natty boys are we;<br />
+ <span style="margin-left: .5em;">Cobblers we&#8217;ll no longer be.&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<p>And so they went on hopping and jumping over the stools and chairs, and
+at last out at the door. After that evening they did not come again, but
+the shoemaker prospered in all he undertook, and lived happily to the
+end of his days.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="BREADBOY" id="BREADBOY"></a>
+<h2>THE GINGERBREAD BOY<a name="FNanchor_N_14" id="FNanchor_N_14"></a><a href="#Footnote_N_14" class="fnanchor">[N]</a></h2>
+
+<p>Now you shall hear a story that somebody&#8217;s great, great-grandmother told
+a little girl ever so many years ago:</p>
+
+<p>There was once a little old man and a little old woman, who lived in a
+little old house in the edge of a wood. They would have been a very
+happy old couple but for one thing&mdash;they had no little child, and they
+wished for one very much. One day, when the little old woman was baking
+gingerbread, she cut a cake in the shape of a little boy, and put it
+into the oven.</p>
+
+<p>Presently, she went to the oven to see if it was baked. As soon as the
+oven door was opened, the little gingerbread boy jumped out, and began
+to run away as fast as he could go.</p>
+
+<p>The little old woman called her husband, and they both ran after him.
+But they could not catch him. And soon the gingerbread boy came to a
+barn full of threshers. He called out to them as he went by, saying:</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+&ldquo;I&#8217;ve run away from a little old woman,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">  A little old man,</span><br />
+And I can run away from you, I can!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Then the barn full of threshers set out to run after him. But though
+they ran fast, they could not catch him. And he ran on till he came to a
+field full of mowers. He called out to them:</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+&ldquo;I&#8217;ve run away from a little old woman,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">A little old man,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">A barn full of threshers,</span><br />
+And I can run away from you, I can!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Then the mowers began to run after him, but they couldn&#8217;t catch him. And
+he ran on till he came to a cow. He called out to her:</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+&ldquo;I&#8217;ve run away from a little old woman,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">A little old man,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">A barn full of threshers,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">A field full of mowers,</span><br />
+And I can run away from you, I can!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>But though the cow started at once, she couldn&#8217;t catch him. And soon he
+came to a pig. He called out to the pig:</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+&ldquo;I&#8217;ve run away from a little old woman,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">A little old man,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">A barn full of threshers,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">A field full of mowers,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">A cow,</span><br />
+And I can run away from you, I can!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>But the pig ran, and couldn&#8217;t catch him. And he ran till he came across
+a fox, and to him he called out:</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+&ldquo;I&#8217;ve run away from a little old woman,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">A little old man,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">A barn full of threshers,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">A field full of mowers,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">A cow and a pig,</span><br />
+And I can run away from you, I can!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Then the fox set out to run. Now, foxes can run very fast, and so the
+fox soon caught the gingerbread boy and began to eat him up.</p>
+
+<p>Presently the gingerbread boy said: &ldquo;O dear! I&#8217;m quarter gone!&rdquo; And
+then: &ldquo;Oh, I&#8217;m half gone!&rdquo; And soon: &ldquo;I&#8217;m three-quarters gone!&rdquo; And at
+last: &ldquo;I&#8217;m all gone!&rdquo; and never spoke again.</p>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_N_14" id="Footnote_N_14"></a><a href="#FNanchor_N_14"><span class="label">[N]</span></a> First published in <em>St. Nicholas</em>. Used by permission of
+the publishers, The Century Company.</p></div>
+
+</div>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class="box">
+
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_297" id="Page_297">[Pg 297]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img336a.png" width="500" height="135" alt="STORIES for LITTLE BOYS" title="" />
+</div>
+
+</div>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class="box">
+
+
+
+<h2>MISCHIEF</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY ROSAMOND UPHAM</strong></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 117px; margin-left: 1em;">
+<img src="images/img336b.png" width="117" height="93" alt="M" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 8em; margin-top: -5.5em;">ISCHIEF was a cunning little fellow from the very first day that I saw
+him. Such a round, plump little body, such short, clumsy legs, and such
+a roguish face; just the one of all his nine brothers and sisters about
+whom to write a story, and so you shall hear of his preparations for the
+long journey upon which he went when he was two months old.</p>
+
+<p>His playmates were sent away, one by one, until at last he was left all
+alone, with only the mastiff Rex for a companion, and a most forlorn
+little pup he was, running about all day long, trying to keep up with
+his new protector.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 188px;">
+<img src="images/img336c.png" width="188" height="140" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>One morning in January, the weather being very severe, Mischief was
+taken into the kitchen to live, and a happier dog than he could not be
+imagined, trotting about after the cook and housemaid from morning until
+night, chasing the cats, stealing towels and brushes&mdash;in fact, attending
+to all the mischief that came in his way.</p>
+
+<p>One day, about two weeks after he came into the house to live, a letter
+came from Milwaukee saying that he, too, must be sent off. And of
+course, Mischief knew about it. How could he help it, when the whole
+household were so sorry to have him go? And accordingly he began to make
+ready for the long journey he was so soon to take.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 218px;">
+<img src="images/img336d.png" width="218" height="339" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>As he sat by the range, evidently trying to make up his mind what to
+take with him, his first thought was of the old coat he had had as a
+bed; so he crossed the room, took the coat<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_298" id="Page_298">[Pg 298]</a></span> in his mouth, and with his
+paws scratched it up into a bundle.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 249px;">
+<img src="images/img337a.png" width="249" height="173" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>Then he thought of his milk-dish. Of course he must take that, for how
+could he drink from any other dish than the shiny one given him by the
+cook two weeks before? So he took that between his teeth and put it
+beside the coat. And the stove-hook, why not take that? No one seemed to
+be using it just at the moment. And a gelatin-box that had just been
+emptied, would it not be nice to pack his new collar in?</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 169px;">
+<img src="images/img337b.png" width="169" height="133" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>So he ran tumbling across the floor for the box, and back again for the
+string, when just then a pair of mittens caught his eye, and in this
+cold weather the mittens would be a comfort on so long a journey, so
+they were added to the collection under the table. And Mischief was just
+thinking he was about ready to start, when the very thing he most
+dreaded to leave behind him ran across the floor&mdash;the little yellow
+kitten; why could she not go with him, and then the journey would not
+seem so long? Accordingly, he ran after her, caught her by the neck, and
+tried to put her down with his other baggage; but the kitten could not
+understand what Mischief meant, and scratched and spit in a way that
+plainly said she would not accompany him.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 263px;">
+<img src="images/img337c.png" width="263" height="201" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>Poor Mischief lay down in despair, and, after his hard morning&#8217;s work,
+took a long nap, only waking in time for his dinner. The next day he was
+put into a warm box, carried to the station, and after a three days&#8217;
+journey arrived in Milwaukee, happy, well, and delighted with his new
+master, apparently quite forgetting his little mistress whom he left in
+her New Hampshire home.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 269px;">
+<img src="images/img337d.png" width="269" height="212" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_299" id="Page_299">[Pg 299]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img338.png" width="500" height="146" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h2>WILLIE AND HIS DOG DIVER</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY H. N. POWERS</strong></p>
+
+
+<p>Willie was a very little child and lived near a mill. One day he saw a
+big cruel boy come along and throw a little puppy into the mill-pond,
+and then run away. Willie cried out: &ldquo;O Papa, Papa, do come here!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;What is the matter?&rdquo; said his papa.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Oh, Papa! I want the little doggie! Please get him for me. He will be
+drowned!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>His papa took a long pole and put it under the puppy&#8217;s neck and pulled
+it out of the water and gave it to Willie. He was very happy with his
+dog, which, by next year, grew to be a big, strong, shaggy fellow, and
+was named Diver. He used to go with Willie everywhere the boy went, and
+he loved Willie very much. Everybody said: &ldquo;What a beautiful dog!&rdquo; and
+Willie was proud of him.</p>
+
+<p>One day when the nuts were ripe, Willie took his basket and went to pick
+hazelnuts. One big bush full of nuts hung over a deep place in the
+mill-pond, and, as Willie reached for the top branch, he slipped and
+fell in the water out of sight. But when he came up, Diver jumped in,
+took him by his collar, and brought him safe to land. So if it was good
+for Willie to save the dog&#8217;s life when he was a little puppy, it was
+good for the dog to save Willie&#8217;s life when <em>he</em> was a little boy.</p>
+
+<p>And that was Diver&#8217;s way of thanking Willie for saving his life. It was
+a very good way, too! And Willie and Diver were always the best of
+friends.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img338b.png" width="500" height="142" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_300" id="Page_300">[Pg 300]</a></span></p>
+<h2>GORDON&#8217;S TOY CASTLE ON THE HILL</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY EVERETT WILSON</strong></p>
+
+<p>Last Christmas little Gordon Bruce had a fine, large Christmas tree and
+lots of toys, just as a great many other nice boys and girls had. The
+tree was up in his playroom, a great, big, sunny room that used to be
+called the &ldquo;nursery&rdquo; when he was a baby.</p>
+
+<p>A few days after Christmas, Gordon&#8217;s mother said: &ldquo;Now, Gordon, I think
+we will have to take down your Christmas tree, for it is getting all
+dried up, and the little pine needles are dropping all over the floor,
+and the maid has to sweep them up every day.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Gordon was sorry to have the tree taken down, for it looked so bright
+and Christmas-y, and he knew it would be a whole year before he would
+have another Christmas tree, so he asked his mother if she wouldn&#8217;t wait
+just one day more. I think that is the way almost all the girls and boys
+feel. And his mother said she would wait until to-morrow.</p>
+
+<p>It was a rainy day, and as none of his little friends were with him, he
+began to play with all his toys one after the other; there were many of
+them, and some of the little ones were still hanging on the tree.</p>
+
+<p>Gordon&#8217;s father came from Scotland, and he had read to Gordon many
+stories of the old days in Scotland, when the great generals and the
+noble lords lived in strong castles set high up on the mountains, so
+that the soldiers could not get near them. Now among Gordon&#8217;s Christmas
+presents was a tiny castle just like the ones he had seen in the books
+his father read the stories from; and with this castle came a lot of
+soldiers.</p>
+
+<p>So this day Gordon got out his castle and soldiers and began to play
+with them. First he got a chair and put a big, thick rug over it to make
+it look like a steep hill; then he set the castle on top of the hill and
+stood the soldiers on the ground at the bottom of the hill&mdash;all in a
+row. He was making believe that the soldiers were trying to get up to
+the castle. Then he dropped some beautiful colored glass marbles, that
+his Uncle George had given him, down on the floor of the castle. The
+marbles rolled out of the front door of the castle and down the rug to
+the bottom of the hill, and bang! they would bump right against the tall
+soldiers and tumble them down. One after another Gordon would roll the
+marbles down until by and by every one of the soldiers would be knocked
+over, and as they were only wooden soldiers, of course they couldn&#8217;t get
+up by themselves. Then Gordon would stand them all up in a row again and
+roll the marbles down the hill until not a single soldier was standing.
+It was lots of fun for Gordon, for you know it really didn&#8217;t hurt the
+soldiers a bit, for they were only made of wood and their uniforms were
+just red and blue paint.</p>
+
+<p>The next day Gordon&#8217;s mother took down the tree, and packed up the
+beautiful things that were on it, and put them away until next
+Christmas.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_301" id="Page_301">[Pg 301]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 337px;">
+<img src="images/img340.png" width="337" height="500" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">gordon&#8217;s make-believe castle on the hill.</span>
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_302" id="Page_302">[Pg 302]</a></span></p>
+<h2>HANS THE INNOCENT</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>WRITTEN AND ILLUSTRATED BY M. I. WOOD</strong></p>
+
+<p>Once upon a time there was a woman called Mrs. Stockchen and she had a
+son named Hans. They lived together in a little cottage and they had a
+hen and a cow.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 267px;">
+<img src="images/img341a.png" width="267" height="151" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>One morning Mrs. Stockchen said to her son: &ldquo;Hans, my dear, will you
+take Cowslip, the cow, to pasture, and remember not to be late for
+supper.&rdquo; &ldquo;Very well,&rdquo; said Hans, and he took up his stick and started
+for the field.</p>
+
+<p>The sun was very hot when he got there, and seeing a row of five shady
+trees, he lay down underneath them and fell asleep in two seconds. He
+snored with his mouth open. Cowslip had been watching him and when she
+saw his eyes close, she said, &ldquo;Now! here&#8217;s my chance!&rdquo; and, jumping over
+the fence, she ran away.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 266px;">
+<img src="images/img341b.png" width="266" height="121" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>Hans stopped snoring and awoke at supper-time. He looked for Cowslip,
+but she had disappeared; he ran about calling for her, but she did not
+come; and at last he went home to his mother with a very sad face and
+said: &ldquo;Oh, mother, Cowslip ran away while I was asleep. I have looked
+for her and cannot find her anywhere.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;You lazy, careless, naughty, careless, naughty, lazy Boy!&rdquo; cried Mrs.
+Stockchen. &ldquo;You have left my poor cow wandering all alone. She will lose
+her way in the dark. Just you go and find her this instant. You will get
+no supper till you bring her back, or my name is not Matilda Maria!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 263px;">
+<img src="images/img341c.png" width="263" height="110" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>Mrs. Stockchen had grown quite scarlet with rage and she shook the
+soup-ladle at her son to make him go faster. It was getting quite dark
+by the time Hans reached the field again and nowhere did he see any
+trace of the cow. He did not know in what direction she had gone, so he
+walked round and round the field, feeling very miserable.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 261px;">
+<img src="images/img341d.png" width="261" height="102" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>Just as 10 o&#8217;clock was striking, Cowslip stepped out from behind a tree,
+and kneeling at Hans&#8217;s feet, said in a choking voice, &ldquo;I am really very
+sorry, Hans.&rdquo; &ldquo;Well,&rdquo; said Hans, &ldquo;I am sorry too, but let us get home
+now.&rdquo; So they set out, tired and rather cross.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 259px;">
+<img src="images/img341e.png" width="259" height="96" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>But when they came within sight of the light in their own cottage
+window, they met two soldiers who stopped them, and asked what they were
+doing out so late. &ldquo;We&#8217;re just going home,&rdquo; said Hans. &ldquo;Why,&rdquo; said the
+soldiers &ldquo;you ought to have been there two hours ago.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_303" id="Page_303">[Pg 303]</a></span></p>
+<p>&ldquo;Well, I couldn&#8217;t help it,&rdquo; said Hans, &ldquo;this cow ran away and I had to
+fetch her before going home to supper.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 258px;">
+<img src="images/img342a.png" width="258" height="125" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Boy!&rdquo; said the soldiers, &ldquo;you are not speaking the truth, you have
+stolen the cow, and you are very impertinent as well. We will take you
+to prison.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 260px;">
+<img src="images/img342b.png" width="260" height="124" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>They tied a rope round Hans&#8217;s neck and another round the cow&#8217;s, and took
+them to prison. They put Hans into a dungeon full of horrid creatures,
+but they let poor Cowslip wander about in the fields outside.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 259px;">
+<img src="images/img342c.png" width="259" height="127" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>One morning when Hans was crying because the door was locked and because
+the window bars looked so strong, Cowslip heard him. She came up beside
+the window, and standing on her hind-legs she peeped in and said, &ldquo;Hans,
+my dear master, do you think that if I tried to knock down the wall with
+my horns, you could get out?&rdquo; &ldquo;I will try,&rdquo; said Hans. It was rather
+hard work for Cowslip, but at last she made a big enough hole and Hans
+leaped out.</p>
+
+<p>He knocked off his hat in doing so, but then Hans didn&#8217;t care about a
+little thing like that.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 259px;">
+<img src="images/img342d.png" width="259" height="126" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 260px;">
+<img src="images/img342e.png" width="260" height="128" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 258px;">
+<img src="images/img342f.png" width="258" height="148" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>He jumped on her back, and away they went, over fallen trees, stones,
+ditches, hedges, everything. They came in sight of the cottage at last,
+and the sound of their approach caused Mrs. Stockchen to look out of the
+window. When she saw who it was she fairly jumped for joy and she rushed
+out at once to meet them.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 260px;">
+<img src="images/img342g.png" width="260" height="130" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>Hans fell into his mother&#8217;s arms. And they all lived happily ever
+afterward.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_304" id="Page_304">[Pg 304]</a></span></p>
+<h2>A REAL LITTLE BOY BLUE</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY CAROLINE S. ALLEN</strong></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 248px;">
+<img src="images/img343.png" width="248" height="500" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&ldquo;&lsquo;yes, please,&rsquo; said little boy blue.&rdquo;</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>Once there were four little brothers. The oldest had black eyes. He was
+called Little Boy Black. But I haven&#8217;t time to tell about him just now.
+The second little brother had brown eyes. He was called Little Boy
+Brown. But I cannot tell you about him either. The third little brother
+had gray eyes, and was called Little Boy Gray. There is a very nice
+story I could tell you about him, but I am sure you would rather hear
+about the fourth little brother.</p>
+
+<p>For the youngest little brother had blue eyes; and his father and
+mother, his grandfather and grandmother, and every one else, called him
+Little Boy Blue. His eyes were very blue&mdash;as blue as the flowers you
+find down by the brook. You love the blue flowers, I know. And so I will
+tell you about Little Boy Blue.</p>
+
+<p>His jacket was blue, his trousers were blue, his stockings were blue,
+and even his little shoes were blue.</p>
+
+<p>One day Little Boy Blue&#8217;s mother said to him: &ldquo;Do you want to go and
+visit Aunt Polly?&rdquo; &ldquo;Who is Aunt Polly?&rdquo; asked Little Boy Blue. &ldquo;Aunt
+Polly lives on a farm, on a high hill. She has horses, and cows, and
+pigs, and hens, and ducks, and geese&mdash;&rdquo; &ldquo;And elephants?&rdquo; asked Little
+Boy Blue. &ldquo;No, not any elephants. But she has a woolly white lamb.&rdquo; &ldquo;Oh,
+then I will go,&rdquo; cried Little Boy Blue. So his mother went up-stairs and
+found a little blue traveling-bag. And in the little blue bag she packed
+some of Little Boy Blue&#8217;s clothes. Then Little Boy Blue and his mother
+went to visit Aunt Polly, who lived on a farm on a high hill.</p>
+
+<p>Little Boy Blue&#8217;s mother stayed two days, and Little Boy Blue stayed ten
+days. When his mother was going home, she said to Aunt Polly: &ldquo;Little
+Boy Blue likes to play, but he likes to work, too. So be sure to give
+him some work to do every day.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Very well,&rdquo; said Aunt Polly. And so by-and-by Aunt Polly went to find
+Little Boy Blue. And she said to him: &ldquo;Dear Little Boy Blue, what can
+you do to help?&rdquo; He thought a minute, and then he said: &ldquo;I can eat
+apples to see if they are ripe. And I can pull the roses in the garden,
+if you have too many.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;The apples are not ripe, and I have just enough roses in the garden,&rdquo;
+said Aunt Polly. &ldquo;Can you drive the cows out of the corn?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Oh, yes, I can,&rdquo; said Little Boy Blue, &ldquo;if Towzer can come too.&rdquo; Towzer
+was the dog.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;And perhaps you can look after the sheep?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, Aunt Polly, I can do that,&rdquo; said Little Boy Blue.</p>
+
+<p>On the shelf in Little Boy Blue&#8217;s room stood a little blue clock. And
+every morning at five o&#8217;clock the door of the clock flew open, and a
+cuckoo came out. The cuckoo said, &ldquo;Cuck-oo,&rdquo; five times, and then went
+into the little blue clock again, and the little door closed after him.
+Then Little Boy Blue knew it was time to get up.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_305" id="Page_305">[Pg 305]</a></span></p>
+<p>When he was dressed, he came down-stairs, and Aunt Polly gave him his
+breakfast. He had new milk in a blue bowl, and johnny-cake on a little
+blue plate. These he always carried out onto the door-step because he
+liked, while he was eating and drinking, to see the green grass bending
+in the breeze, and the yellow butterflies dancing here and there in the
+sunshine.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;This is the creamiest milk I ever saw,&rdquo; said Little Boy Blue.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;That&#8217;s nice,&rdquo; said Aunt Polly. &ldquo;Do you want some more?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, please,&rdquo; said Little Boy Blue. So Aunt Polly brought the blue
+pitcher, and poured more creamy milk into his little blue bowl, and
+Little Boy Blue said: &ldquo;Thank you, Aunt Polly.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>When Little Boy Blue could eat no more golden johnny-cake, and drink no
+more creamy milk, he jumped up from the door-step.</p>
+
+<p>First he put his arms around Aunt Polly&#8217;s neck, and gave her a hug and a
+kiss. Then he went into the house to get his horn. The horn was a little
+blue one, and it hung on a peg near the kitchen door.</p>
+
+<p>What do you suppose the horn was for? Why, Little Boy Blue watched the
+cows and the sheep. Then if they got into the wrong places, and trampled
+on the crops, Little Boy Blue blew the horn. One of the men always heard
+the horn, and came to help drive the cows or the sheep back where they
+belonged.</p>
+
+<p>All this was very pleasant. But one day&mdash;what do you think? The sheep
+ran away, and jumped over a stone wall into the meadow, and the cows got
+into the corn. Nobody knew how it happened. Little Boy Blue had gone out
+that morning, just as he always did, to look after them; and no one had
+heard any horn. At last Towzer ran up to the barn, barking loudly. That
+was to give the alarm&mdash;about the sheep and the cows.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;How queer!&rdquo; said Aunt Polly, who was in the barn-yard feeding the
+chickens.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;How strange!&rdquo; said Uncle Ben.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Where&#8217;s Little Boy Blue?&rdquo; asked the men.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img344.png" width="500" height="246" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&ldquo;&lsquo;he&#8217;s under the haycock, fast asleep!&rsquo;&rdquo;</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I&#8217;ll call him,&rdquo; said Aunt Polly. So she walked, and she walked, all
+around the farm. As Aunt Polly walked she looked here, and she looked
+there. And she called:</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 11em;">
+&ldquo;Little Boy Blue! Come blow your horn.<br />
+ <span style="margin-left: .5em;">The sheep&#8217;s in the meadow, the cow&#8217;s in the corn.&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<p>Where do you think Aunt Polly found him? When the head-farmer asked her,
+&ldquo;Where&#8217;s the little boy that looks after the sheep?&rdquo; Aunt Polly said:
+&ldquo;He&#8217;s under the haycock, fast asleep.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Shall we go wake him?&rdquo; said the head-farmer.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;No, no; let him lie,&rdquo; said Aunt Polly. &ldquo;For if we should wake him,
+&lsquo;he&#8217;d cry, cry, cry.&rsquo;&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>You see Little Boy Blue got up so early, he grew sleepy. And the sun was
+hot. And the haymow made a soft pillow. So he fell sound asleep, and
+dreamed about the woolly white lamb.</p>
+
+<p>But on the day after that, Little Boy Blue took a nap, first, so that
+when he looked after the cows and the sheep he could keep awake. He
+never again had to be told to blow his horn.</p>
+
+<p>When Little Boy Blue&#8217;s visit was over, Aunt Polly said: &ldquo;You&#8217;ve been a
+dear little helper. I&#8217;m going to give you something to take home.&rdquo; And,
+oh, joy! it was the woolly white lamb!</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_306" id="Page_306">[Pg 306]</a></span></p>
+<h2>TRAVELS OF A FOX</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>ADAPTED BY CECILIA FARWELL</strong></p>
+
+<p>The Fox was digging under an old tree and found a bumblebee. He gathered
+it up and put it into his bag and tied the string. Then he went to the
+first cottage at the end of the village street and said:</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Good morning, Good Mother. The way is long, and I am weary. May I leave
+my bag here while I go to the grocery store?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;That will be all right,&rdquo; said the old woman, &ldquo;put it behind the door.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>So the Fox put the bag behind the door, saying, as he did so: &ldquo;Be sure
+that you do not untie the string, Good Mother.&rdquo; Then he went out of the
+cottage and on up the road.</p>
+
+<p>The old woman looked at the bag and said to herself: &ldquo;Now, I wonder what
+that sly fellow carries so carefully? It will do no harm to see.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>So she untied the string and started to look into the bag, and when the
+bag was opened the bumblebee flew out, and the rooster which was
+stalking about in the kitchen promptly ate him up.</p>
+
+<p>When the Fox came back he saw that his bag had been opened and he said
+to the old woman: &ldquo;Where is my bumblebee?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I opened the bag for but an instant,&rdquo; said the old woman, &ldquo;and the
+bumblebee flew out and the rooster ate him up.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Then I must take the rooster,&rdquo; said the Fox. So he gathered up the
+rooster, put him into the bag and tied the string, and threw the bag
+over his shoulder and went on down the road.</p>
+
+<p>When he came to the next cottage he knocked at the door and said: &ldquo;Good
+morning, Good Mother. The way is long and I am weary. May I leave my bag
+here while I go on to the grocery store?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;That will be all right,&rdquo; said the old woman, &ldquo;put it behind the door.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>So the Fox put the bag behind the door, saying as he did so: &ldquo;Be sure
+that you do not untie the string, Good Mother,&rdquo; and he went on down the
+road.</p>
+
+<p>The old woman looked at the bag and said to herself, &ldquo;Now I wonder what
+it is that that sly old fellow carries so carefully. It will do no harm
+to see.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>So she untied the string and started to look into the bag, and when the
+bag was opened the rooster flew out, and the pig which was in the
+kitchen promptly ate him up.</p>
+
+<p>When the Fox came back he saw that the bag had been opened, and he said:
+&ldquo;Where is my rooster, Good Mother?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I opened the bag for but an instant, and the rooster flew out and the
+pig ate him up,&rdquo; said the woman.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Then I must have the pig,&rdquo; said the Fox. So he gathered up the pig and
+put him into the bag and tied the string and threw the bag over his
+shoulder and went on down the road.</p>
+
+<p>When he came to the next cottage he knocked at the door and said: &ldquo;Good
+morning, Good Mother. The way is long and I am weary. May I leave my bag
+here while I go to the grocery store?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;That will be all right,&rdquo; said the old woman, &ldquo;put it behind the door.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>So the Fox put the bag behind the door, saying as he did so, &ldquo;Be sure
+that you do not untie the string, Good Mother,&rdquo; and went on down the
+road.</p>
+
+<p>The old woman looked at the bag and said to herself: &ldquo;Now I wonder what
+it is that that sly old fellow carries so carefully. It will do no harm
+to see.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>So she untied the string and opened the bag the least little bit, and
+the pig jumped out of the bag and ran into the house where the ox stood
+and the ox promptly gored him to death.</p>
+
+<p>When the Fox came back and saw that the bag had been opened he said:
+&ldquo;Where is my pig, Good Mother?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I opened the bag the least little bit, and the pig jumped out and the
+ox gored him to death,&rdquo; said the woman.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Then I must have the ox,&rdquo; said the Fox. So he went out into the yard
+and gathered up the ox and put him into the bag and tied the string and
+threw the bag on his back and went on down the road.</p>
+
+<p>When he came to the next cottage he knocked at the door and said: &ldquo;Good
+morning, Good Mother. The way is long and I am weary. May I leave my bag
+here while I go to the grocery store?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;That will be all right,&rdquo; said the old woman, &ldquo;put it behind the door.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>So the Fox put the bag behind the door, saying as he did so: &ldquo;Be sure
+that you do not untie the string, Good Mother,&rdquo; and went on down the
+road.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_307" id="Page_307">[Pg 307]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 328px;">
+<img src="images/img346.png" width="328" height="500" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&ldquo;may i leave my bag here?&rdquo; said the fox</span>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_308" id="Page_308">[Pg 308]</a></span></p>
+<p>The woman looked at the bag and said to herself: &ldquo;Now I wonder what it
+is that that sly old fellow carries so carefully? It will do no harm to
+see.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>So she untied the string and opened the bag and the ox jumped out and
+ran out into the yard, and the little boy who was playing there chased
+him off over the hill and into the wood.</p>
+
+<p>When the Fox came back he saw that the string had been untied, and he
+said to the old woman: &ldquo;Where is my ox?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I opened the bag the least little bit, and the ox jumped out and the
+little boy chased him over the hill and into the wood,&rdquo; said the old
+woman.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Then I must take the little boy,&rdquo; said the Fox.</p>
+
+<p>So he gathered up the little boy and put him into the bag and tied the
+string and threw the bag over his shoulder and started off down the
+road.</p>
+
+<p>When he came to the next house he knocked at the door and said: &ldquo;Good
+morning, Good Mother. The way is long and I am weary. May I leave my bag
+while I go to the store?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;That will be all right,&rdquo; said the woman, &ldquo;put it behind the door.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>So the Fox put the bag behind the door, saying as he did so: &ldquo;Be sure
+that you do not untie the string, Good Mother,&rdquo; and went off.</p>
+
+<p>This woman was very busy that morning, making cake, and she had no time
+to think of the bag, and it lay there for a long time. By-and-by when
+the cake was done her little boys gathered around the table, crying:
+&ldquo;Let me taste the cake, Mother. Give me a piece of cake!&rdquo; And she gave
+each one of them a piece of cake.</p>
+
+<p>The cake smelled so good that the little boy in the bag cried out: &ldquo;Oh,
+I want a piece of cake, too.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>When the woman heard the little boy cry out she went to the bag, and
+looking down at it, she said: &ldquo;Now I wonder what that sly Fox has been
+about?&rdquo; And the little boy cried out again, and the woman untied the
+string and let him out, and took the house dog and put him into the bag
+instead, and the little boy joined the others around the table, and she
+gave him a piece of the cake.</p>
+
+<p>When the Fox came back he saw that the bag was all tied up, and looked
+just as it had when he left it, so he took it from behind the door and
+threw it over his shoulder, saying to himself: &ldquo;I have had a long
+journey to-day, and I am hungry. And I have not done so badly, either. I
+will now go into the woods and see how the little boy tastes.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>So he went into the woods and untied the string to take the little boy
+out of the bag. But the little boy, as we know, was standing around the
+table with the other little boys eating cake. And no sooner was the
+string untied than the house dog jumped out of the bag and sprang right
+on the Fox, and they had a fight right then and there in the woods.
+Pretty soon the dog went trotting down the road. But the Fox did not go
+home. In fact he did not go anywhere at all.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+
+<a name="OEYVIND" id="OEYVIND"></a>
+<h2>OEYVIND AND MARIT</h2>
+
+<p>Oeyvind was his name. A low barren cliff overhung the house in which he
+was born, fir and birch looked down on the roof, and wild-cherry strewed
+flowers over it. Upon this roof there walked about a little goat, which
+belonged to Oeyvind. He was kept there that he might not go astray, and
+Oeyvind carried leaves and grass up to him. One fine day the goat leaped
+down, and&mdash;away to the cliff; he went straight up, and came where he
+never had been before. Oeyvind did not see him when he came out after
+dinner, and thought immediately of the fox. He grew hot all over, looked
+around about, and called, &ldquo;Killy-killy-killy-goat.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Bay-ay-ay,&rdquo; said the goat, from the brow of the hill, as he cocked his
+head on one side and looked down.</p>
+
+<p>But at the side of the goat there kneeled a little girl.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Is it yours, this goat?&rdquo; she asked.</p>
+
+<p>Oeyvind stood with eyes and mouth wide open, thrust both hands into the
+breeches he had on, and asked, &ldquo;Who are you?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I am Marit, mother&#8217;s little one, father&#8217;s fiddle, the elf in the house,
+grand-daughter of Ole Nordistuen of the Heide farms, four years old in
+the autumn, two days after the frost nights, I!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Are you really?&rdquo; he said, and drew a long breath, which he had not
+dared to do so long as she was speaking.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Is it yours, this goat?&rdquo; asked the girl again.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Ye-es,&rdquo; he said, and looked up.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I have taken such a fancy to the goat. You will give it to me?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;No, that I won&#8217;t.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>She lay kicking her legs, and looking down at him, and then she said,
+&ldquo;But if I give you a butter-cake for the goat, can I have him then?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_309" id="Page_309">[Pg 309]</a></span></p>
+<p>Oeyvind came of poor people, and had eaten butter-cake only once in his
+life, that was when grandpapa came there, and anything like it he had
+never eaten before nor since. He looked up at the girl. &ldquo;Let me see the
+butter-cake first,&rdquo; said he.</p>
+
+<p>She was not long about it, took out a large cake, which she held in her
+hand. &ldquo;Here it is,&rdquo; she said, and threw it down.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Ow, it went to pieces,&rdquo; said the boy. He gathered up every bit with the
+utmost care; he could not help tasting the very smallest, and that was
+so good, he had to taste another, and, before he knew it himself, he had
+eaten up the whole cake.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Now the goat is mine,&rdquo; said the girl. The boy stopped with the last bit
+in his mouth, the girl lay and laughed, and the goat stood by her side,
+with white breast and dark brown hair, looking down.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Could you not wait a little while?&rdquo; begged the boy; his heart began to
+beat. Then the girl laughed still more, and got up quickly on her knees.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;No, the goat is mine,&rdquo; she said, and threw her arms around its neck,
+loosened one of her garters, and fastened it around. Oeyvind looked up.
+She got up, and began pulling at the goat; it would not follow, and
+twisted its neck downward to where Oeyvind stood. &ldquo;Bay-ay-ay,&rdquo; it said.
+But she took hold of its hair with one hand, pulled the string with the
+other, and said gently, &ldquo;Come, goat, and you shall go into the room and
+eat out of mother&#8217;s dish and my apron.&rdquo; And then she sung,&mdash;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+<span style="margin-left: -.5em;">&ldquo;Come, boy&#8217;s goat,</span><br />
+ Come, mother&#8217;s calf,<br />
+ Come, mewing cat<br />
+ In snow-white shoes.<br />
+ Come, yellow ducks,<br />
+ Come out of your hiding-place;<br />
+ Come, little chickens,<br />
+ Who can hardly go;<br />
+ Come, my doves<br />
+ With soft feathers,<br />
+ See, the grass is wet,<br />
+ But the sun does you good;<br />
+ And early, early is it in summer,<br />
+ But call for the autumn, and it will come.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>There stood the boy.</p>
+
+<p>He had taken care of the goat since the winter before, when it was born,
+and he had never imagined he could lose it; but now it was done in a
+moment, and he would never see it again.</p>
+
+<p>His mother came up humming from the beach, with wooden pans which she
+had scoured: she saw the boy sitting with his legs crossed under him on
+the grass, crying, and she went up to him.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;What are you crying about?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Oh, the goat, the goat!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Yes; where is the goat?&rdquo; asked his mother, looking up at the roof.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;It will never come back again,&rdquo; said the boy.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Dear me! how could that happen?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>He would not confess immediately.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Has the fox taken it?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Ah, if it only were the fox!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Are you crazy?&rdquo; said his mother; &ldquo;what has become of the goat?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Oh-h-h&mdash;I happened to&mdash;to&mdash;to sell it for a cake!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>As soon as he had uttered the word, he understood what it was to sell
+the goat for a cake; he had not thought of it before. His mother said,&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;What do you suppose the little goat thinks of you, when you could sell
+him for a cake?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>And the boy thought about it, and felt sure that he could never again be
+happy. He felt so sorry, that he promised himself never again to do
+anything wrong, never to cut the thread on the spinning-wheel, nor let
+the goats out, nor go down to the sea alone. He fell asleep where he
+lay, and dreamed about the goat.</p>
+
+<p>Suddenly there came something wet close up to his ear, and he started
+up. &ldquo;Bay-ay-ay!&rdquo; it said; and it was the goat, who had come back again.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;What! have you got back?&rdquo; He jumped up, took it by the two fore-legs,
+and danced with it as if it were a brother; he pulled its beard, and he
+was just going in to his mother with it, when he heard some one behind
+him, and, looking, saw the girl sitting on the greensward by his side.
+Now he understood it all, and let go the goat.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Is it you, who have come with it?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>She sat, tearing the grass up with her hands, and said,&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;They would not let me keep it; grandfather is sitting up there,
+waiting.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>While the boy stood looking at her, he heard a sharp voice from the road
+above call out, &ldquo;Now!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Then she remembered what she was to do; she rose, went over to Oeyvind,
+put one of her muddy hands into his, and, turning her face away,
+said,&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_310" id="Page_310">[Pg 310]</a></span></p>
+<p>&ldquo;I beg your pardon!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>But then her courage was all gone; she threw herself over the goat, and
+wept.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I think you had better keep the goat,&rdquo; said Oeyvind, looking the other
+way.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Come, make haste!&rdquo; said grandpapa, up on the hill; and Marit rose, and
+walked with reluctant feet upward.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;You are forgetting your garter,&rdquo; Oeyvind called after her. She turned
+round, and looked first at the garter and then at him. At last she came
+to a great resolution, and said, in a choked voice,&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;You may keep that.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>He went over to her, and, taking her hand, said,&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Thank you!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;O, nothing to thank for!&rdquo; she answered, but drew a long sigh, and
+walked on.</p>
+
+<p>He sat down on the grass again. The goat walked about near him, but he
+was no longer so pleased with it as before.</p>
+
+<p>The goat was fastened to the wall; but Oeyvind walked about, looking up
+at the cliff. His mother came out, and sat down by his side, he wanted
+to hear stories about what was far away, for now the goat no longer
+satisfied him. So she told him how once everything could talk: the
+mountain talked to the stream, and the stream to the river, the river to
+the sea, and the sea to the sky; but then he asked if the sky did not
+talk to any one; and the sky talked to the clouds, the clouds to the
+trees, the trees to the grass, the grass to the flies, the flies to the
+animals, the animals to the children, the children to the grown-up
+people; and so it went on, until it had gone round, and no one could
+tell where it had begun. Oeyvind looked at the mountain, the trees, the
+sky, and had never really seen them before. The cat came out at that
+moment, and lay down on the stone before the door in the sunshine.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;What does the cat say?&rdquo; asked Oeyvind, pointing. His mother sang,&mdash;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+<span style="margin-left: -.5em;">&ldquo;At evening softly shines the sun,</span><br />
+ The cat lies lazy on the stone.<br />
+ Two small mice,<br />
+ Cream thick and nice,<br />
+ Four bits of fish,<br />
+ I stole behind a dish,<br />
+ And am so lazy and tired,<br />
+ Because so well I have fared,&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>says the cat.</p>
+
+<p>But then came the cock, with all the hens.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;What does the cock say?&rdquo; asked Oeyvind, clapping his hands together.
+His mother sang,&mdash;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+<span style="margin-left: -.5em;">&ldquo;The mother-hen her wings doth sink,</span><br />
+ The cock stands on one leg to think:<br />
+ That gray goose<br />
+ Steers high her course;<br />
+ But sure am I that never she<br />
+ As clever as a cock can be.<br />
+ Run in, you hens, keep under the roof to-day,<br />
+ For the sun has got leave to stay away,&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>says the cock.</p>
+
+<p>But the little birds were sitting on the ridge-pole, singing. &ldquo;What do
+the birds say?&rdquo; asked Oeyvind, laughing.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+<span style="margin-left: -.5em;">&ldquo;Dear Lord, how pleasant is life,</span><br />
+ For those who have neither toil nor strife,&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>say the birds.</p>
+
+<p>And she told him what they all said, down to the ant, who crawled in the
+moss, and the worm who worked in the bark.</p>
+
+<p>That same summer, his mother began to teach him to read. He had owned
+books a long time, and often wondered how it would seem when they also
+began to talk. Now the letters turned into animals, birds, and
+everything else; but soon they began to walk together, two and two; <em>a</em>
+stood and rested under a tree, which was called <em>b</em>, then came <em>c</em>, and
+did the same; but when three or four came together, it seemed as if they
+were angry with each other, for it would not go right. And the farther
+along he came, the more he forgot what they were: he remembered longest
+<em>a</em>, which he liked best; it was a little black lamb, and was friends
+with everybody; but soon he forgot <em>a</em> also: the book had no more
+stories, nothing but lessons.</p>
+
+<p>One day his mother came in, and said to him,&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;To-morrow school begins, and then you are going up to the farm with
+me.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Oeyvind had heard that school was a place where many boys played
+together; and he had no objection. Indeed, he was much pleased. He had
+often been at the farm, but never when there was school there; and now
+he was so anxious to get there, he walked faster than his mother up over
+the hills. As they came up to the neighboring house, a tremendous
+buzzing, like that from the water-mill at home, met their ears; and he
+asked his mother what it was.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;That is the children reading,&rdquo; she answered, and he was much pleased,
+for that was the way he used to read, before he knew the letters. When
+he came in, there sat as many children round a table as he had ever
+seen at church; others were sitting on their luncheon boxes which were
+ranged round the walls; some stood in small groups round a large printed
+card; the schoolmaster, an old gray-haired man, was sitting on a stool
+by the chimney-corner, filling his pipe. They all looked up as Oeyvind
+and his mother entered, and the mill-hum ceased as if the water had
+suddenly been turned off. All looked at the new-comers; the mother bowed
+to the schoolmaster, who returned her greeting.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_311" id="Page_311">[Pg 311]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 373px;">
+<img src="images/img350.png" width="373" height="500" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&ldquo;the goat is mine,&rdquo; she said,<br />
+and threw her arms around its neck</span>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_312" id="Page_312">[Pg 312]</a></span></p>
+<p>&ldquo;Here I bring a little boy who wants to learn to read,&rdquo; said his mother.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;What is the fellow&#8217;s name?&rdquo; said the schoolmaster, diving down into his
+pouch after tobacco.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Oeyvind,&rdquo; said his mother, &ldquo;he knows his letters, and can put them
+together.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Is it possible!&rdquo; said the schoolmaster, &ldquo;come here, you Whitehead!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Oeyvind went over to him: the schoolmaster took him on his lap, and
+raised his cap.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;What a nice little boy!&rdquo; said he, and stroked his hair. Oeyvind looked
+up into his eyes, and laughed.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Is it at me you are laughing?&rdquo; asked he, with a frown.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, it is,&rdquo; answered Oeyvind, and roared with laughter. At that the
+schoolmaster laughed, Oeyvind&#8217;s mother laughed; the children understood
+that they also were allowed to laugh, and so they all laughed together.</p>
+
+<p>So Oeyvind became one of the scholars.</p>
+
+<p>As he was going to find his seat, they all wanted to make room for him.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Now, what are you going to do?&rdquo; asked the schoolmaster, who was busy
+with his pipe again. Just as the boy is going to turn round to the
+schoolmaster, he sees close beside him, sitting down by the hearthstone
+on a little red painted tub, Marit, of the many names; she had covered
+her face with both hands, and sat peeping at him through her fingers.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I shall sit here,&rdquo; said Oeyvind, quickly, taking a tub and seating
+himself at her side. Then she raised a little the arm nearest him, and
+looked at him from under her elbow; immediately he also hid his face
+with both hands, and looked at her from under his elbow. So they sat,
+keeping up the sport, until she laughed, then he laughed too; the
+children had seen it, and laughed with them; at that, there rung out in
+a fearfully strong voice, which, however, grew milder at every pause,&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Silence! you young scoundrels, you rascals, you little
+good-for-nothings! Keep still, and be good to me, you sugar-pigs.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>That was the schoolmaster, whose custom it was to boil up, but calm down
+again before he had finished. It grew quiet immediately in the school,
+until the water-wheels again began to go: every one read aloud from his
+book, the sharpest louder and louder to get the preponderance, here
+trebles piped up, the rougher voices drummed and there one shouted in
+above the others, and Oeyvind had never had such fun in all his life.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Is it always like this here?&rdquo; whispered he to Marit.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, just like this,&rdquo; she said.</p>
+
+<p>Afterwards, they had to go up to the schoolmaster, and read; and then a
+little boy was called to read, so that they were allowed to go and sit
+down quietly again.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I have got a goat now, too,&rdquo; said she.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Have you?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Yes; but it is not so pretty as yours.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Why don&#8217;t you come oftener up on the cliff?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Grandpapa is afraid I shall fall over.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Mother knows so many songs,&rdquo; said he.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Grandpapa does, too, you can believe.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Yes; but he does not know what mother does.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Grandpapa knows one about a dance. Would you like to hear it?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, very much.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Well, then, you must come farther over here, so that the schoolmaster
+may not hear.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>He changed his place, and then she recited a little piece of a song
+three or four times over, so that the boy learned it.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Up with you, youngsters!&rdquo; called out the schoolmaster. &ldquo;This is the
+first day, so you shall be dismissed early; but first we must say a
+prayer, and sing.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Instantly, all was life in the school; they jumped down from the
+benches, sprung over the floor, and talked into each other&#8217;s mouths.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Silence! you young torments, you little beggars, you noisy boys! be
+quiet, and walk softly across the floor, little children,&rdquo; said the
+schoolmaster; and now they walked quietly, and took their places, after
+which the schoolmaster went in front of them, and made a short prayer.
+Then they sung. The schoolmaster began in a deep bass, all the children
+stood with folded hands, and joined in. Oeyvind stood farthest down by
+the door with Marit, and looked on; they also folded their hands, but
+they could not sing.</p>
+
+<p>That was the first day at school.</p>
+
+</div>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class="box">
+
+
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_313" id="Page_313">[Pg 313]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 567px;">
+<img src="images/img352.png" width="567" height="120" alt="Happy Days" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+</div>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class="box">
+
+
+<h2>WHAT THE CAT AND HEN DID</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img352b.png" width="500" height="245" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&ldquo;they were so busy making mud-pies<br />
+that they did not see &lsquo;mrs. tomkins.&rsquo;&rdquo;</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>Four little children were playing in their garden one day. There were
+Mollie and Jamie and Betty and Teddy.</p>
+
+<p>They were so busy making mud-pies that they did not see &ldquo;Mrs. Tomkins,&rdquo;
+the old cat, when she came and mewed, and mewed, and put up her paw, and
+touched Mollie and Jamie and Betty and Teddy&mdash;first one and then the
+other, as much as to say, &ldquo;Do come, some of you, and help me! Do come,
+<em>please</em>!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>By and by the children&#8217;s mama came out of the house and saw how queerly
+the cat was acting, and said: &ldquo;Children, Mrs. Tomkins is trying to get
+you to go with her and see if her babies are all right.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>So the children left their play, and said: &ldquo;Come, Mrs. Tomkins, we will
+go with you now.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>The old cat gave a thankful &ldquo;m-i-e-o-u,&rdquo; and started down the walk
+leading to the barn. Every now and then she looked back to see if the
+children were really coming. When she got to the stable, she ran and
+jumped up on the manger, and looked down into it, and gave a quick,
+sharp &ldquo;m-i-e-o-u,&rdquo; as if to say, &ldquo;What do you think of that?&rdquo; And the
+children looked in and saw a hen sitting upon the old cat&#8217;s kittens and
+trying to keep them all covered up! When the cat tried to go near them,
+the hen would peck at her and drive her away. How the children laughed!
+Mollie said: &ldquo;Did you ever see anything so funny! I am going to ask Mama
+to write a funny story about it,&mdash;how our old hen &#8217;dopted the kittens.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_314" id="Page_314">[Pg 314]</a></span></p>
+<p>The hen had been sitting upon some eggs in a nest near where the cat had
+set up housekeeping, and when the cat went out, the hen came over and
+took the cat&#8217;s little family under her wings, just as if they had been
+so many chick-a-biddies. And when the cat went home again, the hen
+wouldn&#8217;t let her come near the kittens. Mollie took the hen off, and
+Mrs. Tomkins was happy.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 268px;">
+<img src="images/img353.png" width="268" height="500" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&ldquo;every now and then she looked back to see if the
+children were really coming.&rdquo;</span>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_315" id="Page_315">[Pg 315]</a></span></p>
+<p>The next day she came again, looking as though she said, &ldquo;I am very
+sorry to trouble you, but I <em>must</em>.&rdquo; Then she said, &ldquo;M-i-e-o-u!
+m-i-e-o-u!&rdquo; So the children left their play and went to the stable with
+her, and found the hen playing mother to Mrs. Tomkins&#8217;s kittens again
+and trying to make them keep still and stay under her wings. If one of
+them poked its head out, she would give it a sharp peck to make it go
+back.</p>
+
+<p>The children laughed again, and Mollie said: &ldquo;Poor Mrs. Tomkins, I would
+look for a new house if I were you&mdash;you do have such meddlesome
+neighbors! Then she took the hen off, and Mrs. Tomkins picked up one of
+the kittens.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img354.png" width="500" height="324" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&ldquo;mrs. tomkins gave a sharp &lsquo;m-i-e-o-u,&rsquo;<br />
+as if to say, &lsquo;what do you think of that?&rsquo;&rdquo;</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>The children&#8217;s mama was sitting in the library reading when the old cat
+came in, with a kitten in her mouth. She put it softly down, went out,
+and soon returned with another. She kept on doing this until she had
+moved all her family of five kittens. Then she settled herself in a cozy
+corner, and looked at the lady, and purred in this way: &ldquo;If you only
+knew how much trouble I have had with that bad old hen, you would let me
+and my children stay here.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>The lady laughed and said: &ldquo;I will see what I can do for you.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Just then the children came in and begged to have the kittens stay. So a
+new home was made for them in a box in the woodhouse.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 577px;">
+<img src="images/img354b.png" width="577" height="113" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_316" id="Page_316">[Pg 316]</a></span></p>
+<h2>DOT&#8217;S BIRTHDAY CAKE</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 406px;">
+<img src="images/img355.png" width="406" height="500" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>Once there was a little girl called Dot. And she was just five years
+old. And she had a fine birthday cake. It was big and round, and it had
+five beautiful little pink candles set in pink rosebuds on top.</p>
+
+<p>Dot sat at the big table at dinner that day, and by and by they put a
+pretty pink paper cap on her head and then brought in the birthday cake.
+And the little candles were all burning bright. And when she saw it she
+said, &ldquo;Oh! oh! how lovely! It is just too pretty to cut!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>But her mama said, &ldquo;I will cut it for you, dear.&rdquo; So she cut one piece
+for Dot, and then she asked Dot, &ldquo;Will Marie have a piece?&rdquo; Marie was
+Dot&#8217;s big doll. And Dot looked at her and said, &ldquo;Marie says, &lsquo;No, thank
+you.&rsquo;&rdquo; And mama said, &ldquo;Will Fuzzy have a piece?&rdquo; Fuzzy was Dot&#8217;s Teddy Bear.
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_317" id="Page_317">[Pg 317]</a></span>
+And Dot looked at him and said: &ldquo;He says, &lsquo;No, thank you.&rsquo;&rdquo; And
+mama said, &ldquo;Will papa have a piece?&rdquo; And Dot said, &ldquo;Oh, yes. Won&#8217;t you,
+papa?&rdquo; And papa said, &ldquo;Yes, please.&rdquo; And Dot said, &ldquo;Mama, you will. You
+<em>must</em> have a piece of my birthday cake.&rdquo; And mama said, &ldquo;Yes, thank
+you.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>And mama cut the cake and gave Dot a piece and papa a piece and herself
+a piece. But she left the parts of the cake where the candles were
+burning,&mdash;one, two, three, four, five. And Dot&#8217;s birthday cake lasted
+one, two, three, four, five whole days before it was all gone.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+
+<h2>NED AND ROVER AND JACK</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 373px;">
+<img src="images/img356.png" width="373" height="218" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>A boy named Ned had a little puppy-dog named Rover. One day, Ned&#8217;s papa
+gave him a nice new toy wagon. Ned was pulling it around the yard when
+he saw Rover. &ldquo;Come, Rover!&rdquo; he said, &ldquo;I will give you a fine ride.&rdquo; So
+he took Rover and put him in the wagon and gave him a ride.</p>
+
+<p>But just then Ned saw a boy he knew, named Tom. Tom was running down the
+street. Ned called to him but he did not hear. Ned wanted to show Tom
+his new wagon. So he ran after Tom as fast as he could go, calling,
+&ldquo;Tom! Tom!&rdquo; and never thinking of poor little Rover. He was barking with
+all his might, &ldquo;Bow! wow! Bow-wow! bow-wow-wow-wow!&rdquo; which means &ldquo;Oh,
+stop! stop! I&#8217;m going to fall out!&rdquo; And the next minute Rover went
+&ldquo;bumpity-bump!&rdquo; out into the road, and ran off home, crying,
+&ldquo;Ow-wow-wow!&rdquo; He was not hurt much, but he was badly frightened. But he
+soon forgot his ride, and he grew and he grew and he grew, till, by and
+by, he was a big dog. And then, Ned&#8217;s little brother, Jack, had a little
+wagon. But now Rover was too big to ride in it. So Jack said he would
+make Rover pull it and <em>he</em> would ride.</p>
+
+<p>Ned helped him to harness Rover in it like a horse, and Jack climbed in
+and took the reins. &ldquo;Get up!&rdquo; said Jack, and away they went out into the
+yard and on into a big field. But just then a little rabbit started up
+in front of them, and the minute Rover saw it, he began to race after
+the rabbit. Poor Jack couldn&#8217;t hold him at all. Round and round they
+went, and they ran, and they ran, and they ran! Jack called out, &ldquo;Whoa,
+Rover! Stop, Rover!&rdquo; But Rover didn&#8217;t stop. He wanted to catch the
+rabbit and he forgot about Jack.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_318" id="Page_318">[Pg 318]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 398px;">
+<img src="images/img357.png" width="398" height="175" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>At last the rabbit ran toward a hole under the wall, where Rover could
+not get him. But Rover dashed after him as fast as he could go.
+&ldquo;Bumpity-bump&rdquo; went the little wagon, and just as Rover missed the
+rabbit, the wheel struck a big stone and poor <em>Jack</em> tumbled out on the
+ground. But he didn&#8217;t cry. He was not hurt much, and he wasn&#8217;t
+frightened at all. He ran and caught Rover, and said, &ldquo;Oho! Who cares
+for a little bump like that? You&#8217;re a funny horse, Rover. But you didn&#8217;t
+catch your rabbit, you old runaway&mdash;did you?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="littlekitten" id="littlekitten"></a>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img357b.png" width="500" height="417" alt="I had a little kitten" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_319" id="Page_319">[Pg 319]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 567px;">
+<img src="images/img358.png" width="567" height="58" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h2>HOW POLLY HAD HER PICTURE TAKEN</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY EVERETT WILSON</strong></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 356px;">
+<img src="images/img358b.png" width="356" height="370" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>It was a bright spring morning, and all the animals on the Meadowbrook
+Farm had been given their breakfast, and the Piggy-wig family had
+settled down to a cozy nap. Suddenly there was heard a great noise and
+rushing out in the apple orchard. Old Mother Piggy-wig jumped up on her
+hind legs and looked over the fence of her sty to see what it was all
+about. The little pig that went to market, and the little pig that
+stayed at home, also jumped up, quite as excited as their mother. Then
+the little pig that had roast beef, and the little pig that had none,
+woke up, and they, too, scampered about, wishing to know what was going
+on down under the apple-trees. But before old Mother Piggy-wig could
+tell them, the little pig, who, one day, could not find his way home,
+found a big hole in the lower board of the sty, and at once shouted:</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Oh, I see what it is! It is little Polly going to have her picture
+taken.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>And, sure enough, there was Polly&#8217;s brother Ned with his camera; and
+after him came Polly, and after Polly came&mdash;guess what!</p>
+
+<p>Well, first there came Blackie, the cat, then came Banty, the hen; and
+then came Gyp, the dog. And such a mew-mewing, and cluck-clucking, and
+bow-wowing you never heard!</p>
+
+<p>Polly had often had her picture taken, but it was always with her papa
+or her mamma, and she had never had her picture taken with her pets. So
+brother Ned had promised that on her birthday he would take her picture
+with all of her pets&mdash;if they would only keep still. This day was
+Polly&#8217;s birthday, and, as the weather was fine, her brother had told her
+to follow him out to the orchard.</p>
+
+<p>Ned fastened his camera on its three sprawling legs, while Polly tried
+to gather<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_320" id="Page_320">[Pg 320]</a></span> her pets around her. But by this time Blackie, the cat, was
+chasing a squirrel (though he did not catch him), and Banty, the hen,
+was away off scratching for worms; and Gyp, the dog, was barking at a
+bossy calf down by the brook, for, of course, Polly&#8217;s pets did not know
+it was her birthday and that they were to have their pictures taken with
+her.</p>
+
+<p>Polly called, as loud as she could, &ldquo;Here, Blackie, Blackie; here,
+Banty, Banty; here, Gyp, Gyp,&rdquo; and as quick as a wink the animals came
+running up to her.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 121px;">
+<img src="images/img359.png" width="121" height="127" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>At first she sat down, but all three of her pets got in her lap until
+you could scarcely see Polly behind them. That would not do, of course,
+because it was Polly&#8217;s picture that was the most important.</p>
+
+<p>Finally, she stood up and made her pets stand up, too. Then she had more
+trouble, for Gyp wanted to stand next to her, and so did Banty, and so
+did Blackie, but she told them if they were not good and did not stand
+just where she put them, they could not have their pictures taken at
+all. She even said she would get the little pig that could not find his
+way home, and would have her picture taken with <em>him</em>. They did not like
+that, so they promised to be good. She stood Banty on one side of her,
+and Gyp on the other side, and then she put Blackie on one end next to
+Banty. But Gyp and Blackie jumped around so lively that Brother Ned ran
+into the house and brought out Polly&#8217;s toy cow, and stood her next to
+Blackie, and that kept <em>him</em> quiet, because he was afraid the cow would
+hook him with her horns&mdash;he did not know it was not a <em>real</em> cow. Then
+Ned brought out Polly&#8217;s toy lion and put him next to Gyp, and that kept
+<em>him</em> quiet, because he thought the lion would eat him up,&mdash;he did not
+know it was not a <em>real</em> lion.</p>
+
+<p>So, after they were all nice and quiet, Ned called out:</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Ready! Look pleasant! One, two, three&mdash;all over!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>And here is the way they looked in the picture that Ned took that
+morning:</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img359b.png" width="500" height="306" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_321" id="Page_321">[Pg 321]</a></span></p>
+<h2>IDLE BEN</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+Idle Ben was a naughty boy<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">(If you please, this story&#8217;s true),</span><br />
+He caused his teachers great annoy,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And his worthy parents, too.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+Idle Ben, in a boastful way<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To his anxious parents told</span><br />
+That while he was young he thought he&#8217;d play,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And he&#8217;d learn when he grew old.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+&ldquo;Ah, Ben,&rdquo; said his mother, and dropped a tear,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;You&#8217;ll be sorry for this, by-and-by&rdquo;</span><br />
+Says Ben, &ldquo;To me that&#8217;s not very clear,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">But at any rate I&#8217;ll try.&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+So idle Ben, he refused to learn,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thinking that he could wait;</span><br />
+But when he had his living to earn,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">He found it was just too late.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+Little girls, little boys, don&#8217;t delay your work,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Some day you&#8217;ll be women and men.</span><br />
+Whenever your task you&#8217;re inclined to shirk,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Take warning by idle Ben.</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="CANNABED" id="CANNABED"></a>
+<h2>THE HOLE IN THE CANNA-BED</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY ISABEL GORDON CURTIS</strong></p>
+
+<p>One evening in May, Chuckie Wuckie&#8217;s papa finished setting out the
+plants in the front yard. Into one large bed he put a dozen fine cannas.
+They looked like fresh young shoots of corn. He told Chuckie Wuckie that
+when summer came they would grow tall, with great spreading leaves and
+beautiful red-and-yellow blossoms.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Taller than me, papa?&rdquo; asked the little girl, trying to imagine what
+they would look like.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Much taller; as tall as I am.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>Chuckie Wuckie listened gravely while papa told her she must be very
+careful about the canna-bed. She must not throw her ball into it, or dig
+there, or set a foot in the black, smooth earth. She nodded her head
+solemnly, and made a faithful promise. Then she gathered up her tiny
+rake and hoe and spade, and carried them to the vine-covered shed to put
+beside her father&#8217;s tools.</p>
+
+<p>Next morning, when papa went to look at the canna-bed, he discovered
+close beside one of the largest plants a snug, round hole. It looked
+like a little nest. He found Chuckie Wuckie
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_322" id="Page_322">[Pg 322]</a></span>
+digging with an iron spoon in the ground beside the fence.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 398px;">
+<img src="images/img361.png" width="398" height="473" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&ldquo;papa told her she must be very<br />
+careful about the canna-bed.&rdquo;</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Dearie,&rdquo; he said, &ldquo;do you remember I told you, last night, that you
+must not dig in the canna-bed?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Yes,&rdquo; said the little girl.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Come and see the hole I found there.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>So Chuckie Wuckie trotted along at her father&#8217;s heels. She stood
+watching him as he filled in the hole and smoothed down the earth.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I did not dig it,&rdquo; said Chuckie Wuckie. &ldquo;I just came and looked to see
+if the canna had grown any through the night, but I did not dig it.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Really?&rdquo; asked her papa, very gravely.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Really and truly, I did not put my foot on there,&rdquo; said Chuckie Wuckie.</p>
+
+<p>Papa did not say another word. But he could not help thinking that the
+hole looked as if the iron spoon had neatly scooped it out.</p>
+
+<p>Next morning he found the hole dug there again, and Chuckie Wuckie was
+still busy in her corner by the fence. He did not speak of it, however.
+There were prints of small feet on the edge. He only smoothed down the
+earth and raked the bed. He did this for three mornings, then he led
+Chuckie Wuckie again to the canna-bed.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Papa,&rdquo; she said earnestly, &ldquo;I did not dig there. Truly, I didn&#8217;t. The
+hole is there every morning. I found it to-day before you came out, but
+I did not dig it.&rdquo; There were tears in her brown eyes.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I believe you, Chuckie Wuckie dear,&rdquo; said her father, earnestly.</p>
+
+<p>That night the little girl stood at the gate, watching for her father to
+jump off the car. She could hardly wait for him to kiss her. She took
+his hand and led him to the canna-bed.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Look!&rdquo; she cried eagerly.</p>
+
+<p>She was pointing excitedly to a hole beside the roots of a fresh, green
+canna plant.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;That hole again,&rdquo; said her father. &ldquo;There&#8217;s a stone in it now, isn&#8217;t
+there?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;No, that&#8217;s what I thought; stoop down and look close, papa!&rdquo; cried
+Chuckie Wuckie.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img361b.png" width="500" height="118" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>It was the head of a fat hop-toad, but all that could be seen was its
+mouth and bright eyes.
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_323" id="Page_323">[Pg 323]</a></span>
+It was staring at them. Papa poked it with the
+point of his umbrella. It scrambled deeper into the hole, until there
+was nothing to be seen but the dirt. It was slowly changing to the color
+of the black earth.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;I watched him,&rdquo; cried Chuckie Wuckie, excitedly&mdash;&ldquo;oh, for an hour! When
+I found him he was just hopping on the canna-bed. He was looking for his
+house. He acted as if the door had been shut in his face. Then he began
+to open it. He crawled and scrambled round and round, and threw up the
+dirt, and poked and pushed. At last he had the hole made, just as it is
+every morning, and he crawled in. Then he lay and blinked at me.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Clever fellow,&rdquo; said papa. &ldquo;Well, we won&#8217;t grudge him a home, and we
+won&#8217;t shut the door again in his face, will we, Chuckie Wuckie?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>The cannas have grown very tall now&mdash;almost as tall as Chuckie Wuckie&#8217;s
+papa&mdash;and so thick that you cannot see where the roots are; but a fat,
+brown hop-toad has a snug, cool, safe little nest there, and he
+gratefully crawls into it when the sun grows very hot.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="Conceited" id="Conceited"></a>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img362.png" width="500" height="356" alt="The Conceited Mouse" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY ELLA FOSTER CASE</strong></p>
+
+<p>Once upon a time there was a very small mouse with a very, very large
+opinion of himself. What he didn&#8217;t know his own grandmother couldn&#8217;t
+tell him.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;You&#8217;d better keep a bright eye in your head, these days,&rdquo; said she, one
+chilly afternoon. &ldquo;Your gran&#8217;ther has smelled a trap.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Scat!&rdquo; answered the small mouse&mdash;&ldquo;&#8217;s if I don&#8217;t know a trap when I see
+it!&rdquo; And that was all the thanks she got for her good advice.</p>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Go your own way, for you will go no other,&rdquo; the wise old mouse said to
+herself; and she scratched her nose slowly and sadly as she watched her
+grandson scamper up the cellar stairs.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/img363.png" width="400" height="202" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>&ldquo;Ah!&rdquo; sniffed he, poking his whiskers into a crack of the dining-room
+cupboard, &ldquo;cheese&mdash;as I&#8217;m alive!&rdquo; Scuttle&mdash;scuttle. &ldquo;I&#8217;ll be squizzled,
+if it isn&#8217;t in that cunning little house; I know what that is&mdash;a
+cheese-house, of course. What a
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_324" id="Page_324">[Pg 324]</a></span>
+very snug hall! That&#8217;s the way with
+cheese-houses. I know, &#8217;cause I&#8217;ve heard the dairymaid talk about &#8217;em.
+It must be rather inconvenient, though, to carry milk up that step and
+through an iron door. I know why it&#8217;s so open&mdash;to let in fresh air. I
+tell you, that cheese is good! Kind of a reception-room in there&mdash;guess
+I know a reception-room from a hole in the wall. No trouble at all about
+getting in, either. Wouldn&#8217;t grandmother open her eyes to see me here!
+Guess I&#8217;ll take another nibble at that cheese, and go out. What&#8217;s that
+noise? What in squeaks is the matter with the door? This is a
+cheese-house, I know it is&mdash;but what if it should turn out to be
+a&mdash;O-o-o-eeee!&rdquo; And that&#8217;s just what it did turn out to be.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img363b.png" width="500" height="327" alt="End of ye Tale" title="" />
+</div>
+
+</div>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class="box">
+
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_325" id="Page_325">[Pg 325]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img364.png" width="500" height="142" alt="Rhymes Concerning Mother" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+</div>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class="box">
+
+
+<h2>A BOY&#8217;S MOTHER<a name="FNanchor_O_15" id="FNanchor_O_15"></a><a href="#Footnote_O_15" class="fnanchor">[O]</a></h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY</strong></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+My mother she&#8217;s so good to me,<br />
+Ef I was good as I could be,<br />
+I couldn&#8217;t be as good&mdash;no, sir!&mdash;<br />
+Can&#8217;t any boy be good as her.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+She loves me when I&#8217;m glad er sad;<br />
+She loves me when I&#8217;m good er bad;<br />
+An&#8217;, what&#8217;s a funniest thing, she says<br />
+She loves me when she punishes.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+I don&#8217;t like her to punish me&mdash;<br />
+That don&#8217;t hurt&mdash;but it hurts to see<br />
+Her cryin&#8217;.&mdash;Nen <em>I</em> cry; an&#8217; nen<br />
+We both cry an&#8217; be good again.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+She loves me when she cuts an&#8217; sews<br />
+My little cloak an&#8217; Sund&#8217;y clothes;<br />
+An&#8217; when my Pa comes home to tea,<br />
+She loves him &#8217;most as much as me.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+She laughs an&#8217; tells him all I said,<br />
+An&#8217; grabs me up an&#8217; pats my head;<br />
+An&#8217; I hug <em>her</em>, an&#8217; hug my Pa,<br />
+An&#8217; love him purt&#8217; nigh much as Ma.</p>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_O_15" id="Footnote_O_15"></a><a href="#FNanchor_O_15"><span class="label">[O]</span></a> From &ldquo;Rhymes of Childhood,&rdquo; by James Whitcomb Riley.
+Copyright, 1890. Used by special permission of the publishers. The
+Bobbs-Merrill Company.</p></div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+
+<a name="MOTHER" id="MOTHER"></a>
+<h2>MOTHER</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY ROSE FYLEMAN</strong></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+When mother comes each morning<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">She wears her oldest things,</span><br />
+She doesn&#8217;t make a rustle,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">She hasn&#8217;t any rings;</span><br />
+She says, &ldquo;Good-morning, chickies,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">It&#8217;s such a lovely day,</span><br />
+Let&#8217;s go into the garden<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And have a game of play!&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+When mother comes at tea-time<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Her dress goes shoo-shoo-shoo,</span><br />
+She always has a little bag,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sometimes a sunshade too;</span><br />
+She says, &ldquo;I am so hoping<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">There&#8217;s something left for me;</span><br />
+Please hurry up, dear Nanna,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">I&#8217;m dying for my tea.&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+When mother comes at bed-time<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Her evening dress she wears,</span><br />
+She tells us each a story<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">When we have said our prayers;</span><br />
+And if there is a party<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">She looks so shiny bright</span><br />
+It&#8217;s like a lovely fairy<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dropped in to say good-night.</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+
+<a name="GOODESTMOTHER" id="GOODESTMOTHER"></a>
+<h2>THE GOODEST MOTHER</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+Evening was falling, cold and dark,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And people hurried along the way</span><br />
+As if they were longing soon to mark<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Their own home candle&#8217;s cheering ray.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+Before me toiled in the whirling wind<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">A woman with bundles great and small,</span><br />
+And after her tugged, a step behind,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Bundle she loved the best of all.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+A dear little roly-poly boy<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">With rosy cheeks, and a jacket blue,</span><br />
+Laughing and chattering full of joy,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And here&#8217;s what he said&mdash;I tell you true:</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+&ldquo;You&#8217;re the goodest mother that ever was.&rdquo;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">A voice as clear as a forest bird&#8217;s;</span><br />
+And I&#8217;m sure the glad young heart had cause<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To utter the sweet of the lovely words.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+Perhaps the woman had worked all day<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Washing or scrubbing; perhaps she sewed;</span><br />
+I knew, by her weary footfall&#8217;s way<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">That life for her was an uphill road.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+But here was a comfort. Children dear,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Think what a comfort you might give</span><br />
+To the very best friend you can have here,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The lady fair in whose house you live,</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+If once in a while you&#8217;d stop and say,&mdash;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">In task or play for a moment pause,</span><br />
+And tell her in sweet and winning way,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;You&#8217;re the GOODEST mother that ever was.&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_326" id="Page_326">[Pg 326]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 531px;">
+<img src="images/img365.png" width="531" height="582" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 23em; margin-top: -12em;"><strong>MOTHER&#8217;S WAY</strong></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 22em;"><strong>BY CARRIE WILLIAMS</strong></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 20em;">
+Nowadays girls go to cooking-school<br />
+And learn to cook just so by rule;<br />
+But all I know, I&#8217;m glad to say,<br />
+My mother taught me day by day.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 20em;">
+She did not need a great cook-book;<br />
+She knew how much and what it took<br />
+To make things good and sweet and light.<br />
+What Mother does is always right.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+
+<a name="WHOISIT" id="WHOISIT"></a>
+<h2>WHO IS IT?</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY ETHEL M. KELLEY</strong></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 161px;">
+<img src="images/img365b.png" width="161" height="106" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">
+Whose hair is all curly, an&#8217; eyes &ldquo;baby-blue&rdquo;?<br />
+Who wakes up too early &#8217;fore night-time is fru?<br />
+Who dresses her pillow all up in the clo&#8217;es,<br />
+An&#8217; counts all her piggies when nobody knows?<br />
+An&#8217; who&#8217;s des&#8217; as <em>quiet</em> as <em>quiet</em> can be?<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Muvver says&mdash;<em>me</em>.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">
+Who w&#8217;ites wif a pencil all over a book?<br />
+An&#8217; who gets the ink when nobody does look?<br />
+An&#8217; who gets her fingies all blacker than black?<br />
+An&#8217; who gets &#8217;em spatted when Muvver comes back?<br />
+An&#8217; who&#8217;s des&#8217; as <em>sorry</em> as <em>sorry</em> can be?<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Muvver says&mdash;<em>me</em>.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">
+Who goes down to dinner on Sundays at two,<br />
+All dressed in w&#8217;ite frillies, an&#8217; tied up in blue?<br />
+An&#8217; who waits for Father to cut up her meat,<br />
+When she is <em>so</em> hungry an&#8217; nuffin&#8217; to eat?<br />
+An&#8217; who&#8217;s des&#8217; as &ldquo;<em>patient</em>&rdquo; as &ldquo;<em>patient</em>&rdquo; can be?<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Muvver says&mdash;<em>me</em>.</span></p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_327" id="Page_327">[Pg 327]</a></span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">
+Who gets on her nightie an&#8217; says all her prayers?<br />
+An&#8217; then comes a-stealin&#8217; an&#8217; creepin&#8217; down-stairs?<br />
+Who cuddles up comfy an&#8217; teases to stay?<br />
+An&#8217; who is so spoiled &#8217;at she <em>won&#8217;t</em> go away,<br />
+Even when she&#8217;s as <em>sleepy</em> as <em>sleepy</em> can be?<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Muvver says&mdash;<em>me</em>.</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="DEAREST" id="DEAREST"></a>
+<h2>MY DEAREST IS A LADY</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY MIRIAM S. CLARK</strong></p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 125px; margin-top: -3em;">
+<img src="images/img366.png" width="125" height="261" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 5em;">
+My dearest is a lady, she wears a gown of blue,<br />
+She sits beside the window where the yellow sun comes through;<br />
+The light is shining on her hair, and all the time she sews,<br />
+She sings a song about a knight, a dear, brave knight she knows.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 5em;">
+My dearest is a lady&mdash;and oh, I love her well!<br />
+Full five and twenty times a day this very tale I tell;<br />
+For I&#8217;m the knight in armor, a shield and sword I wear,<br />
+And Mother is my lady, with the light upon her hair.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%; margin-top: -2em;" />
+
+<a name="LUMPS" id="LUMPS"></a>
+<h2>HOW MANY LUMPS!</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+How many lumps of sugar<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ought a little girl to use</span><br />
+To sweeten a cup of chocolate?<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">I can take just what I choose.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+Five make it just like candy,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And four are most as good&mdash;</span><br />
+There&#8217;s no one to say I mustn&#8217;t,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Now I wonder if I should.</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 343px;">
+<img src="images/img366b.png" width="343" height="394" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+Three is what Nurse allows me,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">So that would be surely right.</span><br />
+Uncle Jack takes two lumps always<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And says it is &ldquo;out of sight.&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+Five, four, three, two&mdash;I wonder&mdash;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or none, just like Papa?</span><br />
+Well, after all, I&#8217;ll take but one<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And copy my dear Mama.</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_328" id="Page_328">[Pg 328]</a></span></p>
+<h2>When Mother Goes Away</h2>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 257px;">
+<img src="images/img367.png" width="257" height="466" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 19em;"><strong>BY CLARA ODELL LYON</strong></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 20em;">
+Says Bobby to Mother:<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;I&#8217;ll be good as I can.&rdquo;</span><br />
+&ldquo;I <em>know</em> you will, Bobby;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">You&#8217;re Mother&#8217;s little man.&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+        <p style="margin-left: 25em;">BUT&mdash;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+His mother then takes every match from the box;<br />
+The door of the pantry securely she locks;<br />
+Puts the hammer and tacks, and the scissors and ink<br />
+In the best hiding places of which she can think<br />
+And wonders at last, as her hat she pins on,<br />
+What mischief her Bobby will do while she&#8217;s gone!</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 248px;">
+<img src="images/img367b.png" width="248" height="322" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="OLDSONG" id="OLDSONG"></a>
+<h2>AN OLD SONG&mdash;&ldquo;THERE&#8217;S NO PLACE LIKE HOME!&rdquo;</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+When people ask me where I live,<br />
+I hate to have to go and give<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">A name like Smithville, plain.</span><br />
+I&#8217;d rather say:&mdash;&ldquo;Sir, if you please,<br />
+My home is in the Hebrides,&rdquo;<br />
+Or, &ldquo;High up in the Pyrenees,&rdquo;<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Or, &ldquo;At Gibraltar, Spain.&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+&ldquo;Constantinople,&rdquo; too, sounds fine,<br />
+And &ldquo;Drachenfels-upon-the-Rhine,&rdquo;<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">And &ldquo;Madagascar,&rdquo; too;</span><br />
+And &ldquo;Yokohama&rdquo; sounds so great,<br />
+And &ldquo;Hindustan&rdquo; is just first-rate;<br />
+I rather like even &ldquo;Bering Strait,&rdquo;<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">And &ldquo;Cuzco&rdquo; in Peru.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+And yet, I would not be at night,<br />
+Alone upon the &ldquo;Isle of Wight,&rdquo;<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Or on the &ldquo;Zuyder Zee.&rdquo;</span><br />
+At &ldquo;Nova Zembla,&rdquo; in a gale,<br />
+I know that I should just turn pale;<br />
+For fear of earthquakes, I should quail<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">In &ldquo;sunny Italy.&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+A place that sounds nice on the map,<br />
+May have a little too much snap<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">To keep within its wall,</span><br />
+And so, though many names I see,<br />
+That sound as stylish as can be,<br />
+There&#8217;s no place quite so good for me,<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">As Smithville, after all!</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;"><em>Blanche Elizabeth Wade.</em></span></p>
+
+
+</div>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class="box">
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_329" id="Page_329">[Pg 329]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img368.png" width="500" height="143" alt="Uncles and Aunts and Other Relatives" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+</div>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class="box">
+
+
+<h2>GRANDMOTHER&#8217;S MEMORIES</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY HELEN A. BYROM</strong></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 225px;">
+<img src="images/img368b.png" width="225" height="415" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&ldquo;stands watching the<br />
+setting sun.&rdquo;</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>
+Grandmother sits in her easy-chair,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the ruddy sunlight&#8217;s glow;</span><br />
+Her thoughts are wandering far away<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the land of Long Ago.</span><br />
+Again she dwells in her father&#8217;s home,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And before her loving eyes</span><br />
+In the light of a glorious summer day<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The gray old farm-house lies.</span></p>
+
+<p>
+She hears the hum of the spinning-wheel<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the spinner&#8217;s happy song;</span><br />
+She sees the bundles of flax that hang<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">From the rafters, dark and long;</span><br />
+She sees the sunbeams glide and dance<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Across the sanded floor;</span><br />
+And feels on her cheek the wandering breeze<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">That steals through the open door.</span></p>
+
+<p>
+Beyond, the flowers nod sleepily<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">At the well-sweep, gaunt and tall;</span><br />
+And up from the glen comes the musical roar<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of the distant waterfall.</span><br />
+The cows roam lazily to and fro<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Along the shady lane;</span><br />
+The shouts of the reapers sound faint and far<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">From the fields of golden grain.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+And grandma herself, a happy girl,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Stands watching the setting sun,</span><br />
+While the spinner rests, and the reapers cease,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the long day&#8217;s work is done;</span><br />
+Then something wakes her&mdash;the room is dark,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And vanished the sunset glow,</span><br />
+And grandmother wakes, with a sad surprise,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">From the dreams of long ago.</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 497px;">
+<img src="images/img368c.png" width="497" height="103" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_330" id="Page_330">[Pg 330]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 580px;">
+<img src="images/img369.png" width="580" height="510" alt="Great Aunt Lucy Lee" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em; margin-top: -16.5em;">
+ometimes when I am tired of play<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">My mother says to me,</span><br />
+&ldquo;Come, daughter, we will call to-day<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">On Great-aunt Lucy Lee.&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 149px;">
+<img src="images/img369b.png" width="149" height="462" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+And soon, by mother&#8217;s side, I skip<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Along the quiet street,</span><br />
+Where tall old trees, on either side,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Throw shadows at my feet.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+The houses stand in solemn rows,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And not a child is seen;</span><br />
+The blinds are drawn, the doors are shut,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The walks are span and clean.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+Then when we come to number three,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">I stretch my hand up&mdash;so!</span><br />
+And find the old brass knocker&#8217;s ring;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">I rap, and in we go.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+There Great-aunt Lucy, small and prim,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sits by the chimney-piece;</span><br />
+Her knitting-needles clicking go,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And never seem to cease.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+Aunt Lucy&#8217;s eyes are blue and kind,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Her wrinkled face is fair;</span><br />
+She hides with cap or snowy lace<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Her pretty silver hair.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+Aunt Lucy&#8217;s voice is sweet and low,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Her smile is quick and bright;</span><br />
+She wears a gown of lavender,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And kerchief soft and white.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+I fold my hands in front of me<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And sit quite still and staid,</span><br />
+Till Great-aunt Lucy, smiling, says,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;Come hither, little maid!&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_331" id="Page_331">[Pg 331]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 366px;">
+<img src="images/img370.png" width="366" height="500" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_332" id="Page_332">[Pg 332]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 344px;">
+<img src="images/img371.png" width="344" height="500" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_333" id="Page_333">[Pg 333]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 574px;">
+<img src="images/img372a.png" width="574" height="276" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em; margin-top: -6em;">
+And from her silken bag she takes<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">A peppermint or two,</span><br />
+And questions me about my play,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">My school, my dolls, the Zoo.</span></p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 160px;">
+<img src="images/img372c.png" width="160" height="407" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+And then she rings for Hannah, who<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Comes hobbling stiffly in,</span><br />
+With sugared cakes and jelly-tarts<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Upon a shining tin.</span></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 141px;">
+<img src="images/img372b.png" width="141" height="325" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+When I have eaten all I can,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Aunt Lucy bids me go</span><br />
+Into the garden, where all kinds<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of lovely flowers grow.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+Pale roses of a hundred leaves,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sweet-william, four-o&#8217;clocks,</span><br />
+Pinks, daisies, bleeding-hearts and things<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">All bordered &#8217;round with box.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+And there&#8217;s an arbor, where the grapes<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hang low enough to reach;</span><br />
+A plum-tree just across the path,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And by the wall a peach.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+And oh! I think it very nice<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To come and visit here;</span><br />
+The house, the garden and the folks<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">All seem so very queer!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+And though I am well satisfied<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">A while to romp and play,&mdash;</span><br />
+A wee old lady, kind and dear,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;"><em>I</em> want to be some day;</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+And so I hope that when I, too,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Have grown to eighty-three,</span><br />
+I&#8217;ll be a lovely lady like<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">My Great-aunt Lucy Lee.</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 316px;">
+<img src="images/img372d.png" width="316" height="96" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_334" id="Page_334">[Pg 334]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 361px;">
+<img src="images/img373.png" width="361" height="500" alt="our visitors" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_335" id="Page_335">[Pg 335]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 356px;">
+<img src="images/img374.png" width="356" height="500" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_336" id="Page_336">[Pg 336]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 358px;">
+<img src="images/img375.png" width="358" height="500" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_337" id="Page_337">[Pg 337]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 361px;">
+<img src="images/img376.png" width="361" height="500" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_338" id="Page_338">[Pg 338]</a></span></p>
+<h2>BEAUTIFUL GRANDMAMMA</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">
+Grandmamma sits in her quaint arm-chair&mdash;<br />
+Never was lady more sweet and fair!<br />
+Her gray locks ripple like silver shells,<br />
+And her brow its own calm story tells<br />
+Of a gentle life and a peaceful even,<br />
+A trust in God and a hope in heaven!</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">
+Little girl Mary sits rocking away<br />
+In her own low seat, like some winsome fay;<br />
+Two dolly babies her kisses share,<br />
+And another one lies by the side of her chair.<br />
+Mary is fair as the morning dew&mdash;<br />
+Cheeks of roses and ribbons of blue!</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">
+&ldquo;Say, grandmamma,&rdquo; says the pretty elf,<br />
+&ldquo;Tell me a story about yourself.<br />
+When you were little, what did you play?<br />
+Was you good or naughty, the whole long day?<br />
+Was it hundreds and hundreds of years ago?<br />
+And what makes your soft hair as white as snow?</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">
+&ldquo;Did you have a mamma to hug and kiss?<br />
+And a dolly like this, and this, and this?<br />
+Did you have a pussy like my little Kate?<br />
+Did you go to bed when the clock struck eight?<br />
+Did you have long curls and beads like mine?<br />
+And a new silk apron, with ribbons fine?&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">
+Grandmamma smiled at the little maid,<br />
+And laying aside her knitting, she said:<br />
+&ldquo;Go to my desk and a red box you&#8217;ll see;<br />
+Carefully lift it and bring it to me.&rdquo;<br />
+So Mary put her dollies away and ran,<br />
+Saying, &ldquo;I&#8217;ll be as careful as ever I can.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">
+Then grandmamma opened the box: and lo!<br />
+A beautiful child with a throat like snow,<br />
+Lips just tinted like pink shells rare,<br />
+Eyes of hazel and golden hair,<br />
+Hands all dimpled, and teeth like pearls&mdash;<br />
+Fairest and sweetest of little girls!</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">
+&ldquo;Oh, who is it?&rdquo; cried winsome May;<br />
+&ldquo;How I wish she was here to-day!<br />
+Wouldn&#8217;t I love her like everything,<br />
+And give her my new carnelian ring!<br />
+Say, dear grandmamma, who can she be?&rdquo;<br />
+&ldquo;Darling,&rdquo; said grandmamma, &ldquo;that child was me!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_339" id="Page_339">[Pg 339]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 381px;">
+<img src="images/img378.png" width="381" height="500" alt="image" title="" />
+<span class="caption">an afternoon call on grandmother</span>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_340" id="Page_340">[Pg 340]</a></span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">
+May looked along at the dimpled grace,<br />
+And then at the saint-like, fair old face,<br />
+&ldquo;How funny!&rdquo; she cried, with a smile and a kiss,<br />
+&ldquo;To have such a dear little grandma as this!<br />
+Still,&rdquo; she added, with a smiling zest,<br />
+&ldquo;I think, dear grandma, I like you best!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 12em;">
+So May climbed on the silken knee,<br />
+And grandma told her her history&mdash;<br />
+What plays she played, what toys she had,<br />
+How at times she was naughty, or good, or sad.<br />
+&ldquo;But the best thing you did,&rdquo; said May, &ldquo;don&#8217;t you see?<br />
+Was to grow a beautiful grandma for me!&rdquo;</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+
+<a name="THANKSGIVING" id="THANKSGIVING"></a>
+<h2>THANKSGIVING DAY</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY LYDIA MARIA CHILD</strong></p>
+
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+Over the river and through the wood,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To grandfather&#8217;s house we go;</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">The horse knows the way</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">To carry the sleigh</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Through the white and drifted snow.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+Over the river and through the wood&mdash;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Oh, how the wind does blow!</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">It stings the toes</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">And bites the nose,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">As over the ground we go.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+Over the river and through the wood,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To have a first-rate play;</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Hear the bells ring,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">&ldquo;Ting-a-ling-ding!&rdquo;</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hurrah for Thanksgiving Day!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+Over the river and through the wood,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Trot fast, my dapple-gray!</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Spring over the ground,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Like a hunting hound!</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">For this is Thanksgiving Day.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+Over the river and through the wood,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And straight through the barn-yard gate.</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">We seem to go</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Extremely slow&mdash;</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">It is so hard to wait!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+Over the river and through the wood&mdash;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Now grandmother&#8217;s cap I spy!</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Hurrah for the fun!</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Is the pudding done?</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hurrah for the pumpkin pie!</span></p>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="MINUET" id="MINUET"></a>
+<h2>GRANDMA&#8217;S MINUET</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+Grandma told me all about it;<br />
+Told me so I couldn&#8217;t doubt it;<br />
+How she danced&mdash;my grandma danced,<br />
+          <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Long ago.</span><br />
+How she held her pretty head,<br />
+How her dainty skirt she spread,<br />
+How she turned her little toes,<br />
+Smiling little human rose!<br />
+          <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Long ago.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+Grandma&#8217;s hair was bright and sunny,<br />
+Dimpled cheeks, too&mdash;ah, how funny!<br />
+Really, quite a pretty girl,<br />
+          <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Long ago.</span><br />
+Bless her! Why, she wears a cap,<br />
+Grandma, does, and takes a nap,<br />
+Every single day, and yet,<br />
+Grandma danced a minuet,<br />
+          <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Long ago.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+No&mdash;they moved with stately grace,<br />
+Everything in proper place;<br />
+Gliding slowly forward, then<br />
+Slowly courtesying back again,<br />
+          <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Long ago.</span><br />
+Modern ways are quite alarming,<br />
+Grandma says; but boys were charming&mdash;<br />
+Girls and boys, I mean, of course&mdash;<br />
+          <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Long ago.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+Bravely modest, grandly shy&mdash;<br />
+Now she sits there rocking, rocking,<br />
+Always knitting grandpa&#8217;s stocking,<br />
+Every girl was taught to knit,<br />
+          <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Long ago.</span><br />
+Yet her figure is so neat,<br />
+And her smile so staid and sweet,<br />
+I can almost see her now<br />
+Bending to her partner&#8217;s bow,<br />
+          <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Long ago.</span></p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_341" id="Page_341">[Pg 341]</a></span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+Grandma says our modern jumping,<br />
+Hopping, rushing, whirling, bumping<br />
+Would have shocked the gentlefolk,<br />
+          <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Long ago.</span><br />
+What if all of us should try<br />
+Just to feel like those who met<br />
+In the graceful minuet,<br />
+          <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Long ago?</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+With the minuet in fashion,<br />
+Who could fly into a passion?<br />
+All would wear the calm they wore,<br />
+          <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Long ago.</span><br />
+In time to come, if I perchance<br />
+Should tell my grandchild of our dance<br />
+I should really like to say:<br />
+&ldquo;We did, dear, in some such way,<br />
+          <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Long ago.&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+
+<a name="AUNTJAN" id="AUNTJAN"></a>
+<h2>AUNT JAN</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY NORMAN GALE</strong></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 9em;">
+When Aunt Jan&#8217;s coming there&#8217;s such romping in the house,<br />
+She&#8217;s sweeter than a daffodil and softer than a mouse!<br />
+She sings about the passages, and never wants to rest,<br />
+And father says it&#8217;s all because a bird is in her breast.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 9em;">
+When Aunt Jan&#8217;s kissing there&#8217;s such a crowding round her knees,<br />
+Such clambers to her bosom, and such battles for a squeeze!<br />
+We dirty both her snowy cuffs, we trample on her gown,<br />
+And sometimes all her yellow hair comes tumbling, tumbling down.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 9em;">
+When Aunt Jan&#8217;s dancing we all watch her as she goes,<br />
+With in-and-out and round-about upon her shiny toes;<br />
+And when her merry breath is tired she stops the fun and stands<br />
+To curtsy saucily to us, or kiss her pretty hands.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 9em;">
+When Aunt Jan&#8217;s playing, the piano seems alive,<br />
+With all the notes as busy as the bees are in a hive;<br />
+And when it&#8217;s time for Bedfordshire, as sweetly as a lark<br />
+She sings that God is waiting to protect us in the dark.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 9em;">
+When Aunt Jan&#8217;s leaving we are not ashamed to cry,<br />
+A-kissing at the station and a-waving her good-by;<br />
+But springtime brings the crocus after winter, rain and frost<br />
+So dear Aunt Jan will come again. She isn&#8217;t really lost.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_342" id="Page_342">[Pg 342]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img381.png" width="500" height="340" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h2>AFTER TEA</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+Very often in the evening,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shortly after tea,</span><br />
+Father, when he&#8217;s read the paper,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Takes me on his knee.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+There I fix myself &ldquo;quite comfy,&rdquo;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">In his arms so strong,</span><br />
+While he makes up lovely stories<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">As he goes along.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+Mother near us with her sewing,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Rocking to and fro,</span><br />
+Smiles and listens to the stories,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Likes them too, I know.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em;">
+And I&#8217;m sure that she is thinking,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">What perhaps you&#8217;ve guessed,</span><br />
+That the stories Father tells us<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Are the very best.</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+<img src="images/img381b.png" width="450" height="226" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+</div>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class="box">
+
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_343" id="Page_343">[Pg 343]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/img382.png" width="500" height="157" alt="Amusing Alphabets" title="" />
+</div>
+
+</div>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class="box">
+
+
+
+<h2>TINGLE, TANGLE TITMOUSE</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+&ldquo;Come hither, little puppy-dog,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">I&#8217;ll give you a new collar,</span><br />
+If you will learn to read your book,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And be a clever scholar.&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+&ldquo;No! no!&rdquo; replied the puppy-dog,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;I&#8217;ve other fish to fry;</span><br />
+For I must learn to guard your house,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And bark when thieves come nigh.&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">
+    With a tingle, tangle titmouse,<br />
+      <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Robin knows great A,</span><br />
+    And B, and C, and D, and E,<br />
+      <span style="margin-left: 1em;">F, G, H, I, J, K.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+&ldquo;Come hither, pretty cockatoo,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Come and learn your letters;</span><br />
+And you shall have a knife and fork<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To eat with, like your betters.&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+&ldquo;No! no!&rdquo; the cockatoo replied,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;My beak will do as well;</span><br />
+I&#8217;d rather eat my victuals thus<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Than go and learn to spell.&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">
+    With a tingle, tangle titmouse,<br />
+      <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Robin knows great A,</span><br />
+    And B, and C, and D, and E,<br />
+      <span style="margin-left: 1em;">F, G, H, I, J, K.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+&ldquo;Come hither, little pussy-cat,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">If you&#8217;ll your grammar study,</span><br />
+I&#8217;ll give you silver clogs to wear,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whene&#8217;er the gutter&#8217;s muddy.&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+&ldquo;No! whilst I grammar learn,&rdquo; says puss,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">&ldquo;Your house will in a trice</span><br />
+Be overrun from top to toe<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">With flocks of rats and mice.&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">
+    With a tingle, tangle titmouse,<br />
+      <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Robin knows great A,</span><br />
+    And B, and C, and D, and E,<br />
+      <span style="margin-left: 1em;">F, G, H, I, J, K.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+&ldquo;Come hither, then, good little boy,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And learn your alphabet,</span><br />
+And you a pair of boots and spurs,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Like your papa&#8217;s, shall get.&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+&ldquo;Oh, yes! I&#8217;ll learn my alphabet,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And when I&#8217;ve learned to read,</span><br />
+Perhaps papa will give me, too,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">A pretty, long-tailed steed.&rdquo;</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">
+    With a tingle, tangle titmouse,<br />
+      <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Robin knows great A,</span><br />
+    And B, and C, and D, and E,<br />
+      <span style="margin-left: 1em;">F, G, H, I, J, K.</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_344" id="Page_344">[Pg 344]</a></span></p>
+<h2>AN ENGLISH ALPHABET</h2>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 106px; margin-left: 13em;">
+<img src="images/img383.png" width="106" height="600" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 18em; margin-top: 5em;">is for</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 25em; margin-top: -4em;">
+Ale,<br />
+Apple,<br />
+Artichoke,<br />
+and Ann;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 18em; margin-top: 3.5em;">is for</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 25em; margin-top: -3em;">
+Brown Bear,<br />
+Black Bear,<br />
+and Bran;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 18em; margin-top: 3.5em;">is for</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 25em; margin-top: -3.5em;">
+Chestnut,<br />
+Clay,<br />
+Coke, and<br />
+Coal,</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 18em; margin-top: 3em;">is for</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 25em; margin-top: -4em;">
+Dear,<br />
+Dray,<br />
+Dick,<br />
+Duck, and<br />
+Droll,</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 18em; margin-top: 2em;">is for</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 25em; margin-top: -4em;">
+Eve,<br />
+Eagle,<br />
+Eel,<br />
+East, and<br />
+Ear;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 18em; margin-top: 3em;">is for</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 25em; margin-top: -4em;">
+Fan,<br />
+Feather,<br />
+Furrow,<br />
+Fox, and<br />
+Fear;</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 103px; margin-left: 13.5em; margin-top: -2em;">
+<img src="images/img383b.png" width="103" height="600" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 18em; margin-top: 1em;">is for</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 25em; margin-top: -4em;">
+Goose,<br />
+Gander,<br />
+Green,<br />
+Grub, and<br />
+Gray;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 18em; margin-top: 2em;">is for</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 25em; margin-top: -4em;">
+Horse,<br />
+Hound,<br />
+Hip,<br />
+Haw, and<br />
+Hay;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 18em; margin-top: 3em;">is for</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 25em; margin-top: -4em;">
+Ice,<br />
+Idler,<br />
+Ink,<br />
+If, and<br />
+Ill;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 18em; margin-top: 2em;">is for</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 25em; margin-top: -4em;">
+James,<br />
+Jane, for<br />
+Jack, and<br />
+Jill;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 18em; margin-top: 3.5em;">is for</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 25em; margin-top: -4em;">
+Kiss,<br />
+Kitten,<br />
+King,<br />
+Kitchen,<br />
+and Kite;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 18em; margin-top: 2.5em;">is for</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 25em; margin-top: -4em;">
+Lamb,<br />
+Lady,<br />
+Lace,<br />
+Luck, and<br />
+Light;</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_345" id="Page_345">[Pg 345]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 100px; margin-left: 13.5em; margin-top: -2em;">
+<img src="images/img384.png" width="100" height="600" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 18em; margin-top: 1em;">is for</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 25em; margin-top: -4em;">
+Moon,<br />
+Mitten,<br />
+Mist,<br />
+Moth, and<br />
+Mote;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 18em; margin-top: 2.5em;">is for</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 25em; margin-top: -4em;">
+Ned,<br />
+Nurse, for<br />
+Nose,<br />
+Nut, and<br />
+Note;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 18em; margin-top: 2em;">is for</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 25em; margin-top: -4em;">
+Oil,<br />
+Order,<br />
+Oat,<br />
+Orange,<br />
+Oak;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 18em; margin-top: 3em;">is for</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 25em; margin-top: -4em;">
+Pin,<br />
+Pan, and<br />
+Pig in a<br />
+Poke;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 18em; margin-top: 3.5em;">is for</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 25em; margin-top: -3.5em;">
+Queen,<br />
+Question,<br />
+Quarter, and<br />
+Quack;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 18em; margin-top: 3em;">is for</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 25em; margin-top: -4em;">
+Reel,<br />
+Radish,<br />
+Ruff,<br />
+Reeve, and<br />
+Rack;</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 104px; margin-left: 13.5em; margin-top: -2em;">
+<img src="images/img384b.png" width="104" height="600" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 18em; margin-top: 1em;">is for</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 25em; margin-top: -4em;">
+Skate,<br />
+Salmon,<br />
+Sprat,<br />
+Saw, and<br />
+School;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 18em; margin-top: 3em;">is for</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 25em; margin-top: -4.5em;">
+Tin,<br />
+Teapot,<br />
+Tar,<br />
+Torch, and<br />
+Tool;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 18em; margin-top: 2.5em;">is for</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 25em; margin-top: -3.5em;">
+Urn,<br />
+Usher,<br />
+Umpire, and<br />
+Use;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 18em; margin-top: 3em;">is for</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 25em; margin-top: -3em;">
+Vegetables,<br />
+Varnish,<br />
+and Views;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 18em; margin-top: 4em;">is for</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 25em; margin-top: -3.5em;">
+Want,<br />
+War,<br />
+Water, and<br />
+Wing;</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 18em; margin-top: 3em;">is for</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 25em; margin-top: -3.5em;">
+Xenophon,<br />
+and<br />
+Xerxes,<br />
+the King;</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_346" id="Page_346">[Pg 346]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 104px; margin-left: 13.5em; margin-top: -2em;">
+<img src="images/img385.png" width="104" height="101" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+<p style="margin-left: 18em; margin-top: 1em;">is for</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 25em; margin-top: -3.5em;">
+Yam,<br />
+Yacht,<br />
+Yellow, and<br />
+Yawl;</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 104px; margin-left: 13.5em; margin-top: -2em;">
+<img src="images/img385b.png" width="104" height="106" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+<p style="margin-left: 18em; margin-top: 1em;">is for</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 25em; margin-top: -3em; margin-bottom: 4em;">
+Zeal,<br />
+Zebra,<br />
+Zany&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="center">That&#8217;s all!</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+
+<a name="NONSENSE" id="NONSENSE"></a>
+<h2>NONSENSE ALPHABET</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY EDWARD LEAR</strong></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+A was an ant<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who seldom stood still,</span><br />
+And who made a nice house<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the side of a hill.</span><br />
+              <span style="margin-left: 7em;"><em>a</em></span><br />
+          <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Nice little ant!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+B was a book<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">With a binding of blue,</span><br />
+And pictures and stories<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">For me and for you.</span><br />
+              <span style="margin-left: 7em;"><em>b</em></span><br />
+          <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Nice little book!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+C was a camel;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">You rode on his hump;</span><br />
+And if you fell off,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">You came down such a bump!</span><br />
+              <span style="margin-left: 7em;"><em>c</em></span><br />
+          <span style="margin-left: 5em;">What a high camel!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+D was a duck<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">With spots on his back,</span><br />
+Who lived in the water,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And always said &ldquo;Quack!&rdquo;</span><br />
+              <span style="margin-left: 7em;"><em>d</em></span><br />
+          <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Dear little duck!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+E was an elephant,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Stately and wise:</span><br />
+He had tusks and a trunk,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And two queer little eyes.</span><br />
+              <span style="margin-left: 7em;"><em>e</em></span><br />
+          <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Oh, what funny small eyes!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+F was a fish<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who was caught in a net;</span><br />
+But he got out again,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And is quite alive yet.</span><br />
+              <span style="margin-left: 7em;"><em>f</em></span><br />
+          <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Lively young fish!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+G was a goat<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who was spotted with brown;</span><br />
+When he did not lie still<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">He walked up and down.</span><br />
+              <span style="margin-left: 7em;"><em>g</em></span><br />
+          <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Good little goat!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+H was a hat<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which was all on one side;</span><br />
+Its crown was too high,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And its brim was too wide.</span><br />
+              <span style="margin-left: 7em;"><em>h</em></span><br />
+          <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Oh, what a hat!</span></p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_347" id="Page_347">[Pg 347]</a></span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+I was some ice<br />
+So white and so nice,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">But which nobody tasted;</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And so it was wasted.</span><br />
+              <span style="margin-left: 7em;"><em>i</em></span><br />
+          <span style="margin-left: 5em;">All that good ice!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+J was a jackdaw<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who hopped up and down</span><br />
+In the principal street<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of a neighboring town.</span><br />
+              <span style="margin-left: 7em;"><em>j</em></span><br />
+          <span style="margin-left: 5em;">All through the town!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+K was a kite<br />
+Which flew out of sight,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Above houses so high,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Quite into the sky.</span><br />
+              <span style="margin-left: 7em;"><em>k</em></span><br />
+          <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Fly away, kite!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+L was a light<br />
+Which burned all the night,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And lighted the gloom</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of a very dark room.</span><br />
+              <span style="margin-left: 7em;"><em>l</em></span><br />
+          <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Useful nice light!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+M was a man,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who walked round and round;</span><br />
+And he wore a long coat<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">That came down to the ground.</span><br />
+              <span style="margin-left: 7em;"><em>m</em></span><br />
+          <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Funny old man!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+N was a net<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which was thrown in the sea</span><br />
+To catch fish for dinner<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">For you and for me.</span><br />
+              <span style="margin-left: 7em;"><em>n</em></span><br />
+          <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Nice little net!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+O was an orange<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">So yellow and round;</span><br />
+When it fell off the tree,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">It fell down to the ground.</span><br />
+              <span style="margin-left: 7em;"><em>o</em></span><br />
+          <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Down to the ground!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+P was a pig,<br />
+Who was not very big,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">But his tail was too curly,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And that made him surly.</span><br />
+              <span style="margin-left: 7em;"><em>p</em></span><br />
+          <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Cross little pig!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+Q was a quail<br />
+With a very short tail;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And he fed upon corn</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the evening and morn.</span><br />
+              <span style="margin-left: 7em;"><em>q</em></span><br />
+          <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Quaint little quail!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+R was a rabbit,<br />
+Who had a bad habit<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of eating the flowers</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">In gardens and bowers.</span><br />
+              <span style="margin-left: 7em;"><em>r</em></span><br />
+          <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Naughty fat rabbit!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+S was the sugar-tongs,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nippity-nee,</span><br />
+To take up the sugar<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To put in our tea.</span><br />
+              <span style="margin-left: 7em;"><em>s</em></span><br />
+          <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Nippity-nee!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+T was a tortoise,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">All yellow and black:</span><br />
+He walked slowly away,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And he never came back.</span><br />
+              <span style="margin-left: 7em;"><em>t</em></span><br />
+          <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Torty never came back!</span></p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_348" id="Page_348">[Pg 348]</a></span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+U was an urn<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">All polished and bright,</span><br />
+And full of hot water<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">At noon and at night.</span><br />
+              <span style="margin-left: 7em;"><em>u</em></span><br />
+          <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Useful old urn!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+V was a veil<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">With a border upon it,</span><br />
+And a ribbon to tie it<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">All round a pink bonnet.</span><br />
+              <span style="margin-left: 7em;"><em>v</em></span><br />
+          <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Pretty green veil!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+W was a whale<br />
+With a very long tail,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whose movements were frantic</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Across the Atlantic.</span><br />
+              <span style="margin-left: 7em;"><em>w</em></span><br />
+          <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Monstrous old whale!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+X was King Xerxes,<br />
+Who, more than all Turks, is<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Renowned for his fashion</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of fury and passion.</span><br />
+              <span style="margin-left: 7em;"><em>x</em></span><br />
+          <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Angry old Xerxes.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+Y was a yew,<br />
+Which flourished and grew<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">By a quiet abode</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Near the side of a road.</span><br />
+              <span style="margin-left: 7em;"><em>y</em></span><br />
+          <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Dark little yew!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 15em;">
+Z was a zebra,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">All striped white and black;</span><br />
+And if he were tame,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">You might ride on his back.</span><br />
+              <span style="margin-left: 7em;"><em>z</em></span><br />
+          <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Pretty striped zebra!</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<a name="HISTORY" id="HISTORY"></a>
+<h2>PAST HISTORY</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY EDWARD LEAR</strong></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">
+      <span style="margin-left: 4em;"><em>a</em></span><br />
+A was once an apple-pie,<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Pidy,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Widy,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Tidy,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Pidy,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Nice insidy,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Apple-pie!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">
+      <span style="margin-left: 4em;"><em>b</em></span><br />
+B was once a little bear,<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Beary,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Wary,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Hairy,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Beary,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Take cary,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Little bear!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">
+      <span style="margin-left: 4em;"><em>c</em></span><br />
+C was once a little cake,<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Caky,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Baky,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Maky,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Caky,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Taky caky,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Little cake!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">
+      <span style="margin-left: 4em;"><em>d</em></span><br />
+D was once a little doll,<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Dolly,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Molly,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Polly,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Nolly,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Nursy dolly,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Little doll!</span></p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_349" id="Page_349">[Pg 349]</a></span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">
+      <span style="margin-left: 4em;"><em>e</em></span><br />
+E was once a little eel,<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Eely,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Weely,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Peely,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Eely,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Twirly, tweely,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Little eel!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">
+      <span style="margin-left: 4em;"><em>f</em></span><br />
+F was once a little fish,<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Fishy,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Wishy,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Squishy,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Fishy,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 2em;">In a dishy,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Little fish!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">
+      <span style="margin-left: 4em;"><em>g</em></span><br />
+G was once a little goose,<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Goosey,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Moosy,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Boosey,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Goosey,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Waddly-woosy,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Little goose!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">
+      <span style="margin-left: 4em;"><em>h</em></span><br />
+H was once a little hen,<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Henny,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Chenny,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Tenny,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Henny,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Eggsy-any,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Little hen?</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">
+      <span style="margin-left: 4em;"><em>i</em></span><br />
+I was once a bottle of ink,<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Inky,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Dinky,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Thinky,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Inky,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Black minky,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Bottle of ink!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">
+      <span style="margin-left: 4em;"><em>j</em></span><br />
+J was once a jar of jam,<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Jammy,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Mammy,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Clammy,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Jammy,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Sweety, swammy,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Jar of jam!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">
+      <span style="margin-left: 4em;"><em>k</em></span><br />
+K was once a little kite,<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Kity,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Whity,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Flighty,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Kity,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Out of sighty,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Little kite!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">
+      <span style="margin-left: 4em;"><em>l</em></span><br />
+L was once a little lark,<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Larky,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Marky,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Harky,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Larky,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 2em;">In the parky,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Little lark!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">
+      <span style="margin-left: 4em;"><em>m</em></span><br />
+M was once a little mouse,<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Mousy,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Bousy,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Sousy,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Mousy,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 2em;">In the housy,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Little mouse!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">
+      <span style="margin-left: 4em;"><em>n</em></span><br />
+N was once a little needle,<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Needly,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Tweedly,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Threedly,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Needly,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Wisky, wheedly,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Little needle!</span></p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_350" id="Page_350">[Pg 350]</a></span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">
+      <span style="margin-left: 4em;"><em>o</em></span><br />
+O was once a little owl,<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Owly,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Prowly,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Howly,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Owly,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Browny fowly,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Little owl!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">
+      <span style="margin-left: 4em;"><em>p</em></span><br />
+P was once a little pump,<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Pumpy,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Slumpy,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Flumpy,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Pumpy,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Dumpy, thumpy,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Little pump!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">
+      <span style="margin-left: 4em;"><em>q</em></span><br />
+Q was once a little quail,<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Quaily,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Faily,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Daily,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Quaily,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Stumpy-taily,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Little quail!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">
+      <span style="margin-left: 4em;"><em>r</em></span><br />
+R was once a little rose,<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Rosy,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Posy,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Nosy,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Rosy,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Blows-y, grows-y,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Little rose!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">
+      <span style="margin-left: 4em;"><em>s</em></span><br />
+S was once a little shrimp,<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Shrimpy,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Nimpy,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Flimpy,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Shrimpy,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Jumpy, jimpy,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Little shrimp!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">
+      <span style="margin-left: 4em;"><em>t</em></span><br />
+T was once a little thrush,<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Thrushy,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Hushy,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Bushy,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Thrushy,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Flitty, flushy,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Little thrush!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">
+      <span style="margin-left: 4em;"><em>u</em></span><br />
+U was once a little urn,<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Urny,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Burny,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Turny,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Urny,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Bubbly, burny,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Little urn!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">
+      <span style="margin-left: 4em;"><em>v</em></span><br />
+V was once a little vine,<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Viny,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Winy,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Twiny,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Viny,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Twisty-twiny,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Little vine!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">
+      <span style="margin-left: 4em;"><em>w</em></span><br />
+W was once a whale,<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Whaly,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Scaly,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Shaly,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Whaly,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Tumbly-taily,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Mighty whale!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">
+      <span style="margin-left: 4em;"><em>x</em></span><br />
+X was once a great king Xerxes,<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Xerxy,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Perxy,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Turxy,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Xerxy,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Linxy, lurxy,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Great King Xerxes!</span></p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_351" id="Page_351">[Pg 351]</a></span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">
+      <span style="margin-left: 4em;"><em>y</em></span><br />
+Y was once a little yew<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Yewdy,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Fewdy,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Crudy,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Yewdy,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Growdy, grewdy,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Little yew!</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">
+      <span style="margin-left: 4em;"><em>z</em></span><br />
+Z was once a piece of zinc,<br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Tinky,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Winky,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Blinky,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Tinky,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Tinkly minky,</span><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Piece of zinc!</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+
+<a name="APPLEPIE" id="APPLEPIE"></a>
+<h2>THE APPLE PIE</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">
+A was an apple pie,<br />
+B bit it;<br />
+C cut it;<br />
+D dealt it;<br />
+E ate it;<br />
+F fought for it;<br />
+G got it;<br />
+H had it;<br />
+I inquired about it;<br />
+J joined it;<br />
+K kept it;<br />
+L longed for it;<br />
+M mourned for it;<br />
+N nodded at it;<br />
+O opened it;<br />
+P peeped in it;<br />
+Q quartered it;<br />
+R ran for it;<br />
+S stole it;<br />
+T took it;<br />
+U upset it;<br />
+V viewed it;<br />
+W wanted it;<br />
+X, Y, Z, and amper-sand,<br />
+All hoped for a piece in hand.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_352" id="Page_352">[Pg 352]</a></span></p>
+<h2>WHO&#8217;S WHO IN THE ZOO?</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap"><strong>By Carolyn Wells.</strong></span></p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 224px; margin-right: 3em;">
+<img src="images/img391a.png" width="224" height="128" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 5em;">
+A is for the Antelope,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">A beast that I have never met;</span><br />
+They say he jumps the skipping-rope<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And makes a charming household pet.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 5em;">
+    Well, as to that I cannot say;<br />
+    But A is for him, anyway.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 278px; margin-left: 3em;">
+<img src="images/img391b.png" width="278" height="163" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p>
+B stands for Bajjerkeit; maybe<br />
+You&#8217;ve never chanced this beast to see;<br />
+So I&#8217;ll describe him to you. Well,<br />
+There isn&#8217;t very much to tell.<br />
+One day I idly chanced to look<br />
+Within a Natural History book,<br />
+And there I saw his funny name,<br />
+And thought I&#8217;d hand him down to fame.</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 274px; margin-right: 2em;">
+<img src="images/img391c.png" width="274" height="225" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 5em;">
+C is for Codfish. He must be<br />
+The saltest fish that swims the sea.<br />
+            <span style="margin-left: 6em;">And, oh!</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">He has a secret woe!</span><br />
+You see, he thinks it&#8217;s all his fault<br />
+The ocean is so very salt!<br />
+            <span style="margin-left: 6em;">And so,</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">In hopeless grief and woe,</span><br />
+The Codfish has, for many years,<br />
+Shed quarts of salty, briny tears!<br />
+            <span style="margin-left: 6em;">And, oh!</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">His tears still flow&mdash;</span><br />
+    <span style="margin-left: 2em;">So great his grief and woe!</span></p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 294px; margin-left: 2em;">
+<img src="images/img391d.png" width="294" height="167" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>
+D stands for Dodo. He&#8217;s a bird<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">That isn&#8217;t known to many;</span><br />
+And this the reason, I have heard&mdash;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Because there aren&#8217;t any!</span><br />
+The Dodo, who once blithely blinked,<br />
+Is now exceedingly extinct,<br />
+And doesn&#8217;t it seem rather nice<br />
+To think that D stands for him twice?</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 411px;">
+<img src="images/img392.png" width="411" height="500" alt="MARY MARY QUITE CONTRARY" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_353" id="Page_353">[Pg 353]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 268px; margin-left: 5em;">
+<img src="images/img394e.png" width="268" height="145" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p>
+E is for Elephant. I know<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">He isn&#8217;t natty, trim, or trig;</span><br />
+His eyes are rather small, and, oh,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">I fear his ears are far too big!</span><br />
+But there&#8217;s a well-attested rumor<br />
+That he has quite a sense of humor;<br />
+So crack a joke whene&#8217;er you meet<br />
+An Elephant upon the street.</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 265px; margin-right: 3em;">
+<img src="images/img394f.png" width="265" height="136" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 5em;">
+F is Flamingo. All please note<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">His wondrous height and girth;</span><br />
+He has the longest legs and throat<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of anything on earth.</span><br />
+Such throats are trying, are they not?<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">In case one catches cold;</span><br />
+Ah, yes! but just think what a lot<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">His Christmas stockings hold!</span></p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 265px;">
+<img src="images/img394g.png" width="265" height="128" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>
+G stands for Gnu. Of course that&#8217;s right, but then,<br />
+It seems as if it <em>should</em> begin with N.<br />
+I could select some other beast as well&mdash;<br />
+Say, Goose or Grampus, Gadfly or Gazelle;<br />
+But seems to me the Gnu is more attractive,<br />
+He is so merry, frivolous, and active.</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p><p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 262px; margin-right: 3em;">
+<img src="images/img394h.png" width="262" height="138" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 5em;">
+H is for Hippopotamus.<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">If you desire a pet,</span><br />
+He is, it really seems to us,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The best that you can get.</span><br />
+Train him to follow at your heels<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whene&#8217;er you walk abroad,</span><br />
+And note with what delighted squeals<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The lookers-on applaud!</span></p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 215px; margin-left: 5em;">
+<img src="images/img394i.png" width="215" height="118" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>
+I is for Ibex. This fine creature<br />
+Is favored well in form and feature.<br />
+And I is for Ichneumon, too&mdash;<br />
+But what is that to me or you?<br />
+But Ibex answers just as well,<br />
+And isn&#8217;t near so hard to spell.</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 253px; margin-right: 3em;">
+<img src="images/img394j.png" width="253" height="139" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 5em;">
+J stands for Jay. This little fellow<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is blue. Sometimes I think</span><br />
+I&#8217;d like him better were he yellow,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or even reddish pink.</span><br />
+I know, of course, it is absurd<br />
+To mind the color of a bird;<br />
+And, now I think of it, I&#8217;ve seen<br />
+Some Jays that were exceeding green.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_354" id="Page_354">[Pg 354]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 280px;">
+<img src="images/img395k.png" width="280" height="142" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>
+K stands for Kangaroo. I&#8217;ve looked all round:<br />
+A better beast for K cannot be found.<br />
+The Kangaroo can hop and hop and hop;<br />
+Somehow he never seems to want to stop.<br />
+What more could one desire of him, I pray,<br />
+Than just to hop around and stand for K?</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p><p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 270px; margin-right: 2em;">
+<img src="images/img395l.png" width="270" height="190" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 5em;">
+L is for Leopard. Do you know<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">He&#8217;s very, very vain?</span><br />
+And sometimes quite dejectedly<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">He mopes along the plain.</span><br />
+At these sad times the Leopard&#8217;s heart<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is filled with angry passion,</span><br />
+Because his spots are out of date,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Zebra stripes in fashion!</span><br />
+But other years, when fashion-books<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Say spots are all the style,</span><br />
+The Leopard proudly stalks abroad<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">With most complacent smile.</span></p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 269px; margin-left: 3em;">
+<img src="images/img395m.png" width="269" height="148" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>
+M is for Microbe. This bad beast<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is very, very small;</span><br />
+Some people say&mdash;or think, at least&mdash;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">He isn&#8217;t there at all!</span><br />
+He&#8217;s smaller than the mitiest mite;<br />
+The only way he comes in sight<br />
+Is when he&#8217;s pictured in a book,<br />
+Or through a microbescope you look.</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 254px; margin-right: 2em;">
+<img src="images/img395n.png" width="254" height="137" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 5em;">
+N is for Nautilus, and he&#8217;s<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">A pirate, bold and gay;</span><br />
+He dashes madly through the seas,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">A-searching of his prey.</span><br />
+He&#8217;s just a sort of silvery mass,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">All spotted blue and pink;</span><br />
+And with his eye, which looks like glass,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">He winks a wicked wink.</span></p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 260px; margin-left: 3em;">
+<img src="images/img395o.png" width="260" height="142" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>
+O stands for the obsequious Ounce,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who weighs full many a pound;</span><br />
+At you he playfully would bounce,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">If you were walking round.</span><br />
+Approach him and the Ounce you&#8217;ll see<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Spring like a catapult;</span><br />
+Just try it once, and you will be<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Surprised at the result.</span></p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_355" id="Page_355">[Pg 355]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 264px; margin-right: 2em;">
+<img src="images/img396p.png" width="264" height="134" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 5em;">
+P stands for Puma. His sleek paws<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Go softly pit-a-pat;</span><br />
+His teeth are sharp, and sharp his claws;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">He&#8217;s just a great big cat.</span><br />
+There were some Pumas in the ark;<br />
+There are some also in the park:<br />
+But, strange to say, in Montezuma<br />
+They do not raise a single Puma!</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 272px; margin-left: 2em;">
+<img src="images/img396q.png" width="272" height="141" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>
+Q stands for Quagga. We&#8217;ve been taught<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nothing was ever made in vain;</span><br />
+But even after serious thought<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Quagga&#8217;s use is not quite plain.</span><br />
+Though, stay!&mdash;ah, yes! at last I see<br />
+Why the queer Quagga has to be:<br />
+Were there no Quaggas, how would you<br />
+Find any beast to stand for Q?</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 278px; margin-right: 1em;">
+<img src="images/img396r.png" width="278" height="139" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 5em;">
+R&#8217;s for Rhinoceros. You see<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">His clothing does not fit;</span><br />
+Yet so indifferent is he,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">He doesn&#8217;t care a bit.</span><br />
+Although it does not seem to us<br />
+The unconcerned Rhinoceros<br />
+Has any claim to wit or grace,<br />
+We must admire his earnest face.</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 293px; margin-left: 2em;">
+<img src="images/img396s.png" width="293" height="143" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>
+S stands for Sponge. You&#8217;d scarce suppose<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">This could be called a creature;</span><br />
+It hasn&#8217;t any eyes or nose&mdash;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Indeed, it has no feature.</span><br />
+And, though this may cause some surprise,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The mermaids, I dare say,</span><br />
+Will set a Sponge at night to rise,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And make sponge-cake next day.</span></p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 264px; margin-right: 1em;">
+<img src="images/img396t.png" width="264" height="148" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 5em;">
+T stands for Tiger. In the south<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">He roams his native heath.</span><br />
+He has a wide, capacious mouth,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And long and glistening teeth.</span><br />
+&#8217;Tis not worth while your time to spend<br />
+To cultivate him as a friend;<br />
+But to your house, so warm and snug,<br />
+Invite the Tiger as a rug.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_356" id="Page_356">[Pg 356]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 231px; margin-left: 6em;">
+<img src="images/img397u.png" width="231" height="146" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>
+U is for the Unicorn,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The dearest little thing;</span><br />
+Though he has but a single horn,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And not a single wing.</span><br />
+A Unicorn of any age<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is nicer, so I&#8217;ve heard,</span><br />
+To keep within a gilded cage<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Than a canary-bird.</span></p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 277px; margin-right: 2em;">
+<img src="images/img397v.png" width="277" height="146" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 5em;">
+V is for Vervet. From his name<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">You&#8217;d be inclined to think</span><br />
+This creature rather mild and tame,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">In color somewhat pink.</span><br />
+But not at all; the Vervet&#8217;s green,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And very cross and spunky;</span><br />
+In fact, it&#8217;s plainly to be seen<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Vervet&#8217;s just a monkey!</span></p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 172px; margin-left: 6em;">
+<img src="images/img397w.png" width="172" height="103" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>
+W is for Whale. He&#8217;s in<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The oceans, north and south.</span><br />
+He doesn&#8217;t have a dimpled chin,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nor yet a rosebud mouth.</span><br />
+Yet he is very fond of fun,<br />
+And has wide smiles for every one.</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 268px; margin-right: 2em;">
+<img src="images/img397x.png" width="268" height="154" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 5em;">
+X stands for Xiphias; he&#8217;s a fish.<br />
+If you a Xiphias should wish,<br />
+Don&#8217;t let him roam around the grass,<br />
+But keep him in a globe of glass.<br />
+His name, as everybody knows,<br />
+Is <em>Xiphias Gladius</em>. I suppose<br />
+That means the Xiphias is glad<br />
+Because he wasn&#8217;t born a Shad.</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 265px; margin-left: 5em;">
+<img src="images/img397y.png" width="265" height="140" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>
+Y is for Yak,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who is not very tidy;</span><br />
+And he&#8217;s lazy, alack!<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">He sleeps all day Friday.</span><br />
+About a yard wide<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Yak is, precisely;</span><br />
+With fringe on each side<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">He&#8217;s trimmed very nicely.</span></p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 242px; margin-right: 2em;">
+<img src="images/img397z.png" width="242" height="102" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 5em;">
+Z stands for Zibet. I&#8217;ve been told<br />
+This beast was much esteemed of old;<br />
+But, latterly, most people think<br />
+They&#8217;d rather have a moose or mink.<br />
+In a museum that&#8217;s in Tibet<br />
+They have one stuffed&mdash;he&#8217;s an Ex-Zibet!</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_357" id="Page_357">[Pg 357]</a></span></p>
+<h2>A WAS AN ARCHER</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+A was an Archer, who shot at a frog;<br />
+B was a Butcher, and had a great dog.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+C was a Captain, all covered with lace;<br />
+D was a drunkard, and had a red face.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+E was an Esquire, with pride on his brow;<br />
+F was a Farmer, and followed the plough.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+G was a gamester, who had but ill-luck;<br />
+H was a Hunter, who hunted a buck.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+I was an Innkeeper, who loved to carouse;<br />
+J was a Joiner, and built up a house.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+K is the King, who governs England;<br />
+L was a Lady, who had a white hand.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+M was a Miser, and hoarded up gold;<br />
+N was a Nobleman, gallant and bold.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+O was an Oyster-Girl, who went about town;<br />
+P was a Parson, and wore a black gown.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+Q was a Queen, who wore a silk slip;<br />
+R was a Robber, and wanted a whip.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+S was a Sailor, and spent all he got;<br />
+T was a Tinker, and mended a pot.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+U was an Usurer, a miserable elf;<br />
+V was a Vintner, who drank all himself.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+W was a Watchman, and guarded the door;<br />
+X was expensive, and so became poor.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em;">
+Y was a Youth, that did not love school;<br />
+Z was a Zany, a poor harmless fool.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_358" id="Page_358">[Pg 358]</a></span></p>
+<h2>A LITTLE FOLKS&#8217; ALPHABET</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY CAROLYN WELLS</strong></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 537px;">
+<img src="images/img399a.png" width="537" height="198" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 4em; margin-top: -1.5em;">Affable Andy<br />
+Ate sugar candy.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 14em; margin-top: -2.75em;">Boisterous Ben<br />
+Shot at a hen.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 21em; margin-top: -2em;">Gay little Guy<br />
+Thought he could fly.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 31em; margin-top: -3em;">Helen and Hugh<br />
+Called the sky blue.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 537px;">
+<img src="images/img399b.png" width="537" height="235" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 4em; margin-top: -1em;">Careless Corinne<br />
+Lost her gold pin.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em; margin-top: -2.75em;">Dear little Davy<br />
+Liked chicken gravy.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 22em; margin-top: -3em;">Ignorant Ike<br />
+Fell off his bike.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 30em; margin-top: -4em;">Jaunty young Jack<br />
+Stepped on a tack.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 537px;">
+<img src="images/img399c.png" width="537" height="182" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 4em; margin-top: -1em;">Elegant Ed<br />
+Had a new sled.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em; margin-top: -2.75em;">Fair little Fanny<br />
+Wrote to her Granny.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 22em; margin-top: -3em;">Kind little Kay<br />
+Gave things away.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 30em; margin-top: -3.5em;">Lovable Lenny<br />
+Lost his new penny.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 10%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_359" id="Page_359">[Pg 359]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 527px;">
+<img src="images/img400a.png" width="527" height="173" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 4em; margin-top: -1em;">Merry young Mac<br />
+Rode in a hack.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em; margin-top: -2.75em;">Nice little Nettie<br />
+Never was fretty.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 22em; margin-top: -3em;">Unsocial Una<br />
+Gazed up at Luna.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 30em; margin-top: -3.5em;">Vigorous Vinton<br />
+Always was &ldquo;sprintin&#8217;.&rdquo;</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 527px;">
+<img src="images/img400b.png" width="527" height="187" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 4em; margin-top: -1em;">Opulent Ollie<br />
+Rode on the trolley.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em; margin-top: -2.75em;">Popular Polly<br />
+Made pies so jolly.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 22em; margin-top: -3em;">Whimsical Winnie<br />
+Started for Guinea.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 30em; margin-top: -3.5em;">Xenophon Bump<br />
+Tried a high jump.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 527px;">
+<img src="images/img400c.png" width="527" height="226" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 4em; margin-top: -4em;">Queer little Queen<br />
+Always wore green.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em; margin-top: -6em;">Rollicking Rory<br />
+Read a long story.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 21em; margin-top: 4em;">Yellow-haired Yorick<br />
+Made leaps historic.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 30em; margin-top: -7em; margin-bottom: 5em;">Zealous young Zed<br />
+Stood on his head.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 527px;">
+<img src="images/img400d.png" width="527" height="217" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 4em; margin-top: -2em;">Sturdy St. Clair<br />
+Marched everywhere.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 13em; margin-top: -3em;">Tommy and Teddy<br />
+Climbed straight and steady.</p>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 25em; margin-top: -2em;">Ampersand held a book in his hand.</p>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_360" id="Page_360">[Pg 360]</a></span></p>
+<h2>CHILD HEALTH ALPHABET<a name="FNanchor_P_16" id="FNanchor_P_16"></a><a href="#Footnote_P_16" class="fnanchor">[P]</a></h2>
+
+<p class="center"><strong>BY MRS. FREDERICK PETERSON</strong></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 107px; margin-left: 10em;">
+<img src="images/img401a.png" width="107" height="685" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 3em;">
+is for <em>Apples</em><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">and also for <em>Air</em>;</span><br />
+Children need both<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">and we have them to spare.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 1.5em;">
+is for <em>Butter</em> spread<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">thick on <em>Brown Bread</em>,</span><br />
+Also for <em>Baths</em><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">before Breakfast or Bed.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 1.5em;">
+is for <em>Cereals</em><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">and <em>Cocoa</em> too;</span><br />
+Consider the <em>Calories</em><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">coming to You.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 1.5em;">
+is for <em>Dates</em>,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">the kind that You eat,</span><br />
+Deliciously sweet<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">and far cheaper than Meat.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 1em;">
+is the Excellent<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Edible <em>Egg</em>,</span><br />
+One daily at least,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">dear Children, we beg.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 1.5em;">
+is for <em>Fruits</em>, whether<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">fresh, dried or stewed;</span><br />
+Dried, at the Grocer&#8217;s,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">you&#8217;ll buy them, if shrewd.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 1em;">
+is for <em>Gaining</em>,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">as every Child could,</span><br />
+A half pound a Month<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">is the least that he should.</span></p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_361" id="Page_361">[Pg 361]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 107px; margin-top: -1em; margin-left: 10em;">
+<img src="images/img402b.png" width="107" height="662" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-top: -.5em;">
+is for <em>Height</em>,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">be as tall as you can,</span><br />
+Weight up to <em>Height</em><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">makes a healthy strong Man.</span></p>
+
+<p>
+is for <em>Iron</em><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">in Spinach and Eggs,</span><br />
+Builds Red Blood and Sinews<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">for strong Arms and Legs.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 1.5em;">
+is for <em>Jam</em><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">and also for <em>Joy</em>,</span><br />
+Which spread on his Bread<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">it brings to a Boy.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 1.5em;">
+is for <em>Kitchen</em><br />
+ <span style="margin-left: 1em;">so spick and so span,</span><br />
+We all like our Food<br />
+ <span style="margin-left: 1em;">from a shining clean Pan.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 1em;">
+is for <em>Luncheon</em><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">served hot in the School;</span><br />
+We wish all the Teachers<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">could follow this Rule.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 1.5em;">
+is for <em>Milk</em> which<br />
+ <span style="margin-left: 1em;">makes <em>Muscle</em> and Bone;</span><br />
+One pint a day<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">would be best till you&#8217;re grown.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 1em;">
+is for <em>News</em><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">of habits you need,</span><br />
+To grow up so healthy<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">you&#8217;re bound to succeed.</span></p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_362" id="Page_362">[Pg 362]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 107px; margin-top: -1em; margin-left: 10em;">
+<img src="images/img403c.png" width="107" height="648" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-top: -1em;">
+is for <em>Oatmeal</em>,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">the finest of Food;</span><br />
+With Milk for your Breakfast<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">there&#8217;s nothing so good.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 1em;">
+is for <em>Prunes</em>,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;"><em>Potatoes</em> and <em>Peas</em>,</span><br />
+And <em>Patriots</em> who will<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">be glad to eat these.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 1.5em;">
+is for <em>Quiet</em>,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">we frequently need;</span><br />
+After Meals don&#8217;t run<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">at the top of your speed.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 1em;">
+is for <em>Rest</em><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">and <em>Round Rosy Faces</em>;</span><br />
+<em>Rest</em> is a thing<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">which nothing replaces.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 1.5em;">
+is important<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">and therefore I hope</span><br />
+You&#8217;ll pardon my specially<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">mentioning <em>Soap</em>.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 1em;">
+is a <em>Topic</em><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">which <em>Trouble</em> begins;</span><br />
+Both <em>Tea</em> and Coffee<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">for Children are Sins.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 1em;">
+<em>Understanding</em><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">the best way to live,</span><br />
+<em>United</em> for Service<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">our Country to give.</span></p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_363" id="Page_363">[Pg 363]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 107px; margin-top: -1em; margin-left: 10em;">
+<img src="images/img404d.png" width="107" height="497" alt="image" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p style="margin-top: -.5em;">
+is for <em>Vegetables</em>;<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">if you&#8217;re too slim,</span><br />
+These <em>Victuals</em> are full<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">of <em>Vigor</em> and <em>Vim</em>.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 1em;">
+is for <em>Water</em>,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">the best thing to drink</span><br />
+Between Meals<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">as often as ever we think.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 1.5em;">
+is for <em>Xtras</em><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">of Soup or of Milk</span><br />
+For a thin little Girl<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">till she&#8217;s finer than Silk.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 1em;">
+is for <em>You</em>,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">and I tell you the Truth,</span><br />
+Learn to be Healthy<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">and Strong in your <em>Youth</em>.</span></p>
+
+<p style="margin-top: 3em;">
+Now march for it, Children,<br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">with Drum and with Fife.</span><br />
+Z is the <em>Zest</em><br />
+  <span style="margin-left: 1em;">which Health gives to Life.</span></p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_P_16" id="Footnote_P_16"></a><a href="#FNanchor_P_16"><span class="label">[P]</span></a>
+Used by permission of the author and of the publishers,
+The Child Health Organization.</p></div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+
+<a name="HERESA" id="HERESA"></a>
+<h2>HERE&#8217;S A, B, C, D</h2>
+
+<p style="margin-left: 16em;">
+Here&#8217;s A, B, C, D,<br />
+E, F and G,<br />
+H, I, J, K,<br />
+L, M, N, O, P,<br />
+Q, R, S, T,<br />
+U, V, W,<br />
+X, Y, and Z,<br />
+And oh, dear me,<br />
+When shall I learn<br />
+My A, B, C.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_364" id="Page_364">[Pg 364]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 338px;">
+<img src="images/img405.png" width="338" height="500" alt="OUR STORIES" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<hr class="full" />
+</div>
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+The Project Gutenberg eBook, Boys and Girls Bookshelf; a Practical Plan of
+Character Building, Volume I (of 17), by Various, Edited by William Byron
+Forbush, Herbert Treadwell Wade, Winton James Baltzell, Rossiter Johnson,
+and Daniel Edwin Wheeler
+
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever.  You may copy it, give it away or
+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
+with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org
+
+
+
+
+
+Title: Boys and Girls Bookshelf; a Practical Plan of Character Building, Volume I (of 17)
+       Fun and Thought for Little Folk
+
+
+Author: Various
+
+Editor: William Byron Forbush, Herbert Treadwell Wade, Winton James
+Baltzell, Rossiter Johnson, and Daniel Edwin Wheeler
+
+Release Date: May 6, 2008  [eBook #25359]
+
+Language: English
+
+Character set encoding: ISO-646-US (US-ASCII)
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+
+***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK BOYS AND GIRLS BOOKSHELF; A
+PRACTICAL PLAN OF CHARACTER BUILDING, VOLUME I (OF 17)***
+
+
+E-text prepared by Marilynda Fraser-Cunliffe, Anne Storer, and the Project
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+BOYS AND GIRLS BOOKSHELF
+
+     _A Practical Plan of Character Building_
+
+          COMPLETE IN SEVENTEEN VOLUMES
+
+ I     Fun and Thought for Little Folk
+ II    Folk-Lore, Fables, and Fairy Tales
+ III   Famous Tales and Nature Stories
+ IV    Things to Make and Things to Do
+ V     True Stories from Every Land
+ VI    Famous Songs and Picture Stories
+ VII   Nature and Outdoor Life, Part I
+ VIII  Nature and Outdoor Life, Part II
+ IX    Earth, Sea, and Sky
+ X     Games and Handicraft
+ XI    Wonders of Invention
+ XII   Marvels of Industry
+ XIII  Every Land and its Story
+ XIV   Famous Men and Women
+ XV    Bookland--Story and Verse, Part I
+ XVI   Bookland--Story and Verse, Part II
+ XVII  Graded and Classified Index
+
+             THE UNIVERSITY SOCIETY
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+                   _New York_
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+  [Illustration:             MAROONED
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+
+                 BOYS AND GIRLS
+                    BOOKSHELF
+
+     _A Practical Plan of Character Building_
+
+              Little Folks' Section
+
+        Prepared Under the Supervision of
+  THE EDITORIAL BOARD _of the_ UNIVERSITY SOCIETY
+
+                    Volume I
+         FUN AND THOUGHT FOR LITTLE FOLK
+
+             THE UNIVERSITY SOCIETY
+                  INCORPORATED
+                   _New York_
+
+
+
+
+              Copyright, 1920, By
+          THE UNIVERSITY SOCIETY INC.
+
+           Copyright, 1912, 1915, By
+          THE UNIVERSITY SOCIETY INC.
+
+
+        _Manufactured in the U. S. A._
+
+
+
+
+THE EDITORIAL BOARD
+OF
+THE UNIVERSITY SOCIETY INC.
+
+ _General Editor_: WILLIAM BYRON FORBUSH, PH.D., LITT.D.
+  Author of "The Boy Problem"
+
+ _Technical Editor:_
+  HERBERT TREADWELL WADE
+  Technical Editor of The New International Encyclopedia
+
+ _Literature Editor:_
+  ROSSITER JOHNSON, PH.D., LL.D.
+  Editor of "Little Classics"
+
+ _Music Editor:_
+  WINTON JAMES BALTZELL, A.B., MUS. BAC.
+  Secretary of The National Academy of Music
+
+ _Associate Editor:_
+  DANIEL EDWIN WHEELER
+  Editorial Director of the Edison Industries
+
+ _Office Editor:_ JENNIE ELLIS BURDICK
+  Editor of "The Children's Own Library"
+
+
+_PARTIAL LIST OF SPECIAL CONTRIBUTORS_
+
+  JOSEPH H. ADAMS,
+  Editor of "Harper's Practical Books for Boys"
+
+  T. GEORGE ALLEN,
+  Curator of the Oriental Museum, University of Chicago
+
+  MARY W. ARTOIS,
+  Traveler and Writer
+
+  ROGER W. BABSON,
+  Author of "Central America"
+
+  GRACE GERTRUDE BARDEN,
+  Teacher of Domestic Science
+
+  HARRY K. BEASLEY,
+  Electrical Engineer and Author
+
+  C. S. BRAININ, Ph.D.,
+  Professor of Astronomy, Columbia University
+
+  M. ALSTON BUCKLEY,
+  Retold Tales and Fact Articles
+
+  FRANK H. CHELEY,
+  Editor of the "Father and Son Library"
+
+  LAURA CLARKE,
+  Author of Fact Articles
+
+  CARL HARRY CLAUDY,
+  Author of "First Book of Photography"
+
+  JOHN H. CLIFFORD,
+  Associate-Editor of "The Young Folks'
+  Treasury," "The Mother's Book," etc.
+
+  CLAYTON S. COOPER
+  Author of "Understanding South America"
+
+  LEE S. CRANDALL,
+  Curator, New York Zoological Park
+
+  WALTER ALDEN DYER,
+  Author and former Managing Editor of _Country Life in America_
+
+  WILLIAM H. EASTON, Ph.D.,
+  Publicity Department of the Westinghouse Electric and Manufacturing Co.
+
+  ARTHUR ELSON,
+  Musical Critic and Author of "The Book of Musical Knowledge"
+
+  PHILIP D. FAGANS,
+  Executive Secretary of the Woodcraft League
+
+  JOHN CLARKE FARBER, A.M.,
+  Lieutenant, United States National Army
+
+  LOUISE MAUNSELL FIELD,
+  Fiction Reviewer of _The New York Times_
+
+  EHRMA G. FILER,
+  Fact Articles
+
+  HUGO FROELICH AND
+  BONNIE E. SNOW,
+  Authors of "Industrial Art" textbooks
+
+  JULIA A. GLEASON,
+  Teacher of Sewing, Cornell University
+
+  WILLIAM ELLIOT GRIFFIS, D.D., L.H.D.,
+  Lecturer and Author
+
+  ISABEL F. HAPGOOD,
+  Author of "Russian Rambles"
+
+  HILDEGARDE HAWTHORNE,
+  Author and Critic
+
+  ROSE HENDERSON,
+  Biographer and Travel Writer
+
+  HENRY WALTON JONES,
+  Fact Articles
+
+  GRACE LEE KNELL,
+  Teacher of Manual Training, Ridgewood, N.J., Schools
+
+  O. IVAN LEE,
+  Analytical Chemist
+
+  CHARLES HENRY LERRIGO, M.D.,
+  Former President of the Kansas State Board of Health
+
+  HARRIS W. MOORE,
+  Author of "Manual Training Toys"
+
+  JOHN T. NICHOLS,
+  Curator of Fish at the American Museum of Natural History
+
+  T. GILBERT PEARSON,
+  Executive Secretary of the National Association of Audubon Societies
+
+  E. L. D. SEYMOUR,
+  Farm Editor of _Country Life_
+
+  MORGAN SHEPARD (JOHN MARTIN),
+  Writer of Illustrated Letters to Children
+
+  ROBERT W. SHUFELDT, M.D., U.S.M.C.,
+  Head of the Science Bureau, Washington, D. C.
+
+  ELVA S. SMITH,
+  Children's Librarian of the Carnegie Library, Pittsburgh
+
+  MABELL SHIPPIE CLARKE SMITH,
+  Author and Lecturer
+
+  MARY V. WORSTELL,
+  Author, Editor, and Lecturer
+
+  KATHARINE S. WORTHINGTON,
+  Teacher of English in the Finch School
+
+
+_PARTIAL LIST OF AUTHORS REPRESENTED_
+IN THE BOYS AND GIRLS BOOKSHELF BY SELECTIONS FROM THEIR WRITINGS
+
+  FREDERICK UPHAM ADAMS,
+  Mechanical Engineer and Author
+
+  ROALD AMUNDSEN,
+  Leader of the Norwegian Polar Expedition which reached the South Pole
+
+  HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN,
+  Danish Poet and Fabulist
+
+  CAROLYN SHERWIN BAILEY,
+  Writer of Stories and Books for Children and Young Folks
+
+  RALPH HENRY BARBOUR,
+  Author of "The Crimson Sweater" and other books for boys
+
+  L. FRANK BAUM,
+  Author of "The Wizard of Oz," "Queen Zixie of Ix"
+  and other children's books
+
+  ALEXANDER GRAHAM BELL, Ph.D., M.D., Sc.D.,
+  Scientist and Inventor
+
+  JOHN STUART BLACKIE,
+  Scottish Scholar and Man-of-letters
+
+  RICHARD DODDRIDGE BLACKMORE,
+  English Novelist
+
+  JOHN HENRY BONER,
+  Editor and Poet
+
+  ELBRIDGE STREETER BROOKS,
+  Author of "Historic Boys" and "Historic Girls"
+
+  WINIFRED BUCK,
+  Author of "The American Girl"
+
+  GELETT BURGESS,
+  Draughtsman and Author
+
+  THORNTON WALDO BURGESS,
+  Author of "Old Mother West Wind"
+
+  ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING,
+  Poet
+
+  ROBERT BROWNING,
+  Poet
+
+  ROBERT BURNS,
+  Poet
+
+  CHARLES H. CAFFIN,
+  Author of "A Guide to Pictures"
+
+  CHARLES DICKENS,
+  Novelist
+
+  MARY MAPES DODGE,
+  Author and Editor
+
+  NATHAN HASKELL DOLE,
+  Author of "Young Folks' History of Russia," etc.
+
+  ALEXANDRE DUMAS,
+  Novelist
+
+  M. S. EMERY,
+  Author of "How to Enjoy Pictures"
+
+  EUGENE FIELD,
+  Poet
+
+  WILLIAM LOVELL FINLEY,
+  State Biologist of Oregon
+
+  EDWARD HOWE FORBUSH,
+  State Ornithologist of Massachusetts
+
+  MARY E. WILKINS FREEMAN,
+  Novelist
+
+  MATTHEW PAGE GAFFNEY,
+  Headmaster of the Roger Ascham School
+
+  REV. WASHINGTON GLADDEN,
+  Author of "Santa Claus on a Lark," "Social Salvation," etc.
+
+  JOEL CHANDLER HARRIS,
+  Author of "Uncle Remus Stories"
+
+  ELIZABETH HARRISON,
+  President of the National Kindergarten College
+
+  NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE,
+  Novelist
+
+  CHARLES FREDERICK HOLDER,
+  Author of "Big Game Fish of the United States"
+
+  VICTOR HUGO,
+  Poet and Novelist
+
+  FREDERICK WINTHROP HUTCHINSON,
+  Author of "The Men Who Found America"
+
+  JEAN INGELOW,
+  Poet and Novelist
+
+  WASHINGTON IRVING,
+  Historian, Essayist, and Novelist
+
+  TUDOR JENKS,
+  Author of "Boys' Book of Explorations,"
+  "Electricity for Young People," etc.
+
+  CHARLES KINGSLEY,
+  Clergyman and Author
+
+  GUSTAVE KOBBE,
+  Author of "Wagner's Music Dramas Analyzed"
+
+  CHARLES LAMB,
+  Critic, Humorist, and Author
+
+  SIDNEY LANIER,
+  Poet and Critic
+
+  EDMUND LEAMY,
+  Author of "The Golden Spears"
+
+  MAUD McKNIGHT LINDSAY,
+  Author of "Mother Stories"
+
+  HENRY W. LONGFELLOW,
+  Poet
+
+  SILAS ALPHA LOTTRIDGE,
+  Author of "Animal Snapshots and How Made"
+
+  FREDERIC A. LUCAS,
+  Director of the American Museum of Natural History
+
+  INEZ N. McFEE,
+  Author of "Tales of Common Things"
+
+  PETER MacQUEEN,
+  Lecturer and Author of "Around the World With the Flag"
+
+  JOHN MILTON,
+  Poet
+
+  ALFRED NOYES,
+  Poet
+
+  ALBERT BIGELOW PAINE,
+  Author of "The Van Dwellers," "Mark Twain" and other works
+
+  GIFFORD PINCHOT,
+  Systematic Forester
+
+  EMILIE POULSSON,
+  Author of "Finger Plays"
+
+  LAURA ELIZABETH RICHARDS,
+  Author of the "Hildegarde" Books and "The Golden Windows"
+
+  JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY,
+  Poet
+
+  JOHN RUSKIN,
+  Art Critic and Writer
+
+  SIR WALTER SCOTT,
+  Novelist and Poet
+
+  ANNA SEWELL
+  Novelist
+
+  ROBERT W. SERVICE,
+  Author of "The Spell of the Yukon"
+
+  ERNEST THOMPSON SETON,
+  Artist, Author, and Lecturer
+
+  WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE,
+  Poet and Dramatist
+
+  PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY,
+  Poet
+
+  VILHJALMUR STEFANSSON,
+  Arctic Explorer
+
+  ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON,
+  Poet, Essayist, and Novelist
+
+  ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON,
+  Poet
+
+  MRS. GUDRUN THORNE-THOMSEN,
+  Author of "East o' the Sun and West o' the Moon,"
+  and other Norwegian Folk Tales
+
+  EVERETT TITSWORTH TOMLINSON, Ph.D., L.H.D.,
+  Author of "Three Young Continentals"
+
+  CAROLYN WELLS,
+  Author of "A Nonsense Anthology" and the "Marjorie" Books
+
+  JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER,
+  Poet and Author
+
+  LEONARD WOOD,
+  Major-General, United States Army
+
+  ORVILLE WRIGHT,
+  Aviator and Inventor
+
+
+PARTIAL LIST OF ILLUSTRATORS
+_Examples of whose work appear in the_ BOYS AND GIRLS BOOKSHELF
+
+  JOHN W. ALEXANDER     F. S. CHURCH         LUCY FITCH PERKINS
+  ANNIE ANDERSON        CLYDE O. DELAND      HOWARD PYLE
+  FLORENCE ANDERSON     EDMUND DULAC         ARTHUR RACKHAM
+  CULMER BARNES         RUTH HALLOCK         FREDERICK REMINGTON
+  FRANK L. BAUM         FLORENCE HARRISON    F. REUTERDAHL
+  J. CARTER BEARD       R. BRUCE HORSFALL    HARRY ROUNTREE
+  W. T. BENDA           GEORGE W. JOY        CARL RUNGIUS
+  JOHN BENNETT          E. W. KEMBLE         EDMUND J. SAWYER
+  ANNA WHELAN BETTS     EMILIE BENSON KNIPE  ERNEST THOMPSON SETON
+  R. B. BIRCH           CHARLES F. LESTER    R. SHRADOR
+  E. H. BLASHFIELD      J. C. LEYENDECKER    HAROLD SICHEL
+  R. I. BRASHER         H. MOORE             HUGH SPENCER
+  PAMELA VINTON BROWN   H. A. OGDEN          ALICE BARBER STEPHENS
+  HARRISON CADY         MONRO S. ORR         FRANK STICK
+  BESS BRUCE CLEVELAND  MAXFIELD PARRISH     SARA S. STILLWELL
+  F. Y. CORY            MALCOLM PATTERSON    C. R. SWAN
+  LILIAN A. COVEY       E. C. PEIXOTTO       ALBERTINE RANDALL WHEELAN
+
+
+
+
+GENERAL INTRODUCTION
+
+
+Books are as essentially a part of the home where boys and girls are
+growing into manhood and womanhood as any other part of the furnishings.
+Parents have no more right to starve a child's mind than they have his
+body. If a child is to take his place among the men and women of his
+time he needs to know the past out of which the present grew, and he
+needs to know what is going on in the world in which he lives. He needs
+tools for his brain as much as for his hands. All these things are
+found, and found only, in books.
+
+The child is helpless to provide himself with these necessaries for
+life. The majority of parents are eager that their children shall start
+early and right on that road which leads to honorable success. But it is
+impossible for any parent, by no matter how liberal an expenditure, to
+collect books that shall adequately cover all a child's needs and
+interests. This is the task of experts.
+
+
+INSTRUCTIVE PLAY
+
+Recent studies of childhood have emphasized the conviction that a child
+develops his talents even more in his playtime than in his school; his
+spontaneous activities build up his fourfold--physical, mental, social,
+and moral--nature. Probably no collection of books has been more
+strongly affected by this modern discovery than the BOYS AND GIRLS
+BOOKSHELF. The whole effort has been to utilize the child's
+play-interests so that they shall express themselves in joyous ways that
+lead into the world of invention and industry, of imagination and
+achievement, of science and art and music, of character and worth-while
+deeds.
+
+Children's collections have had various literary styles. The
+encyclopedia is comprehensive, but stately and often dull; it will
+answer the question of the child, but it does not lead the child toward
+more knowledge. The scrapbook is interesting, but it has no plan or
+order. The "inspirational" book is full of fine sentiments, but without
+facts or much information.
+
+
+THE PURPOSE OF _THE BOOKSHELF_
+
+The BOOKSHELF is so built that it creates a desire for knowledge, and
+then satisfies that desire. At the same time the BOOKSHELF does not
+pretend to tell all that is known on any one subject. The Editors have
+selected the subjects concerning which no one should be ignorant, and
+have seen to it that the information is given in an attractive form with
+plenty of illustrative material, and that when the reader is finished
+he will have a working knowledge of the subject. To awaken minds and to
+make them alert and receptive has been the aim in making the BOOKSHELF.
+
+
+THE PLAN AND SCOPE
+
+The BOOKSHELF begins with the dawn of intelligence in the child, and
+goes with him through the morning of childhood, and into the noonday of
+youth. It contains a complete stock of finger-plays, action-plays,
+lullabies, and other entertaining and educational material enjoyable to
+babies and little children; it reaches into and through the high-school
+age. In fact, the BOOKSHELF, with its valuable scientific and
+natural-history material, its information about inventions and
+industries, and its literary treasures, is an asset to the library even
+of an adult.
+
+The BOOKSHELF is classified. In some libraries material upon an
+unrelated variety of subjects may be found within the covers of a single
+volume. This feature has been tried and found wanting. It means that
+when the reader is on the trail of a given subject he never knows where
+to look for it, and he is likely to have to hunt through several volumes
+before he learns what he wants to know. The argument for an unclassified
+library is that the child who is reading a story may happen at the end
+of that story upon an article containing valuable information, and thus
+be lured on to read it. Children are not so easily beguiled. The mental
+distinction of being, as it were, forced to spring from one theme to
+another certainly counterbalances any supposed advantage in the
+scrapbook arrangement. "A place for everything, and everything in its
+place," is as true an adage and as necessary to remember and to practise
+to-day as it ever was.
+
+In addition to classifying the contents of the BOOKSHELF, the Editors
+have graded the material. Any collection that is purchased for a home
+and leaves out the needs of the children of any given age is
+disappointing to that home. There is also a Graded Index, which is an
+enlargement upon the general plan.
+
+On the very day of its birth a baby enters the child's garden of life.
+In this beautiful place there are weeds as well as flowers, and father
+and mother must guide the little adventurer so that only the good
+flowers are developed, while the weeds are held in check and the
+poisonous plants torn up and destroyed. Earnest parents feel this
+responsibility very keenly. In "Fun and Thought for Little Folk" there
+is a well-selected collection of jingles, stories, and play exercises
+for babies up to about three or four years of age. It covers the
+earliest informal education of a child, from finger-play days to the
+alphabet period. It helps parents who wish to enjoy their little
+children and who do not wish such enjoyment to be a mere matter of
+chance. Trained kindergartners with the modern viewpoint had much to do
+with this collection. Not only does it delight the little folk, but it
+is also the first material for child-training.
+
+Educators are making much nowadays of fairy stories and wonder-tales.
+The imaginative man, they say, is the effective man, because he has the
+mental vision which sees farther than the physical eye; and they urge
+that all children should be the possessors of these nursery tales that
+have made children happy for so many centuries. "Folk-lore, Fables, and
+Fairy Tales" is the result of careful comparative study of all the
+leading anthologies, with added research into sources that have not
+otherwise been thoroughly explored.
+
+The folk-lore of many races and times has been sifted, and wherever
+necessary it has been retold so as to be suitable to modern tastes and
+needs of modern children. Whatever was gruesome or morally undesirable
+has been omitted, but the flavor and the language of the past have been
+retained. Here are "Cinderella," "Tom Thumb," and all the other
+favorites of our childhood days, together with the stories that are told
+to the children in the four corners of the world. While these will be
+read to our boys and girls before they are able to read for themselves,
+they will turn back again and again to this department as they grow
+older. There is perpetual youth in the tales evolved by a race in its
+infancy.
+
+From the fairy-tale and the folk-lore period, when beasts and trees and
+all that is about them speak to them in words they can understand,
+children develop into a stage where they want stories, or, as we say
+when we are older, fiction. Both they and we mean tales that while
+untrue yet would be possible of happening. At this age, also, children
+desire to learn the habits of the animals they see on the farm, in the
+zoo, and in the circus. The importance of giving children an early
+acquaintance with good literature is unquestioned, but even the most
+earnest parent has difficulty in making the selection, finding the
+source in available form, and keeping out what is unworthy.
+
+"Famous Tales and Nature Stories" has been made with care. Many of the
+world's famous stories are collected here, and wherever possible they
+are in the original language. The nature stories, about flowers and
+trees, birds and insects, are not formal, but are planned to give the
+child direct contact with nature and to assist the good habit of direct
+and interested observation.
+
+This division also includes a Primer and a First Reader, made according
+to modern principles. Enough reading material is furnished in graded
+form to enable the home teacher to help her little pupil master the
+elements of reading, or the child will use it himself to supplement the
+work of the teacher in school, if the mother is too busy with her other
+tasks to permit her the enjoyment of teaching her child to read.
+
+All modern kindergarten teaching to-day centers about the development of
+the child's own impulses and interests. Of these the two most noticeable
+are the tendency to play and the tendency to construct. Even if a mother
+had no higher motive than to keep her little child out of mischief she
+would welcome a treasury of devices that will always be at hand to
+answer the question, "Mother, what shall I do now?" But most mothers
+appreciate the value and importance of well directed play and work. In
+"Things to Make and Things to Do" are given the directions for
+elementary cooking, sewing, woodworking and other handicraft. Successful
+teachers who are close to young children, and who kept home conditions
+in mind in all their writing, prepared these sections. Educationally
+they are sound, but, better than that, they are simple and explicit, and
+within the reach of the resources of each home. Here, too, are the
+suggestions for the directed and undirected play of the wee tots. The
+material in this department, while complete in itself, will prepare the
+way for and supplement all teaching in schools of these important
+subjects. It is of the first importance that boys and girls recognize
+the true nature of work and play. This department will help them in the
+right direction.
+
+As a child grows older he craves true stories. "Mother, did it really
+happen?" "Father, was that make-believe or real?" These questions are
+but the sign of mental and spiritual growing pains. If the child is
+wisely aided, that poise which is so envied by the self-conscious person
+will be his. The chief factor in poise is knowledge.
+
+To be at home in many lands and times is the mark of a really educated
+man or woman. Not all of us can actually travel, not all of us can have
+the privilege of the acquaintance of the world's great men and women,
+but it is within the reach of every one to-day to discover, through
+picture and description, the world's most far-away lands, and in the
+pages of books to have an intimate and inspiring acquaintance with the
+heroes of the nations. If we wish our children to be fine types of men
+and women, we must form their tastes in these large directions before
+they are overwhelmed by what is so ephemeral and worthless in literature
+and drama of the day.
+
+"True Stories from Every Land" is prepared to catch the attention and to
+hold the interest of young children. Foreign lands are studied not by
+their boundaries and political affairs, but through the home life, the
+customs, the sports, and the work of their children, their men, and
+their women. The approach to history is made by biographies of some of
+the most interesting heroes, and especially by accounts of the
+adventurous pioneer days of America. The illustrations in this
+department are multitudinous, graphic, up-to-date, and many of them
+unusual. These stories will assist in home and school studies, because
+they illustrate the history, customs, manners, and peoples of different
+countries. They will help little children to learn how to read, and
+incidentally teach them much that will help them to appreciate the
+privilege and responsibility of being good Americans.
+
+A good book of songs, familiar, tuneful, suitable to all occasions, and
+graded to suit the differing tastes of separate members of the family,
+is always welcome. The collection of "Famous Songs," edited by Winton
+James Baltzell, is skillfully assembled from the best song-books
+available, and it also contains many pieces of unusual charm not so
+generally known. The songs for little children, for instance, are based
+upon a list approved by our leading kindergartners. A novel feature is
+that not only are the songs within range of children's voices, but many
+of them have been arranged for instrumental use, and some for
+folk-dancing.
+
+In "Picture Stories" we have a delightful series of reproductions of
+masterpieces of painting and sculpture of the world's great art eras.
+Old masters and modern are well represented. The descriptions were
+written for children, remembering their interest in the story-element in
+pictures, and including inspiring details of the artists' lives. In the
+other volumes are many more reproductions of masterpieces.
+
+There are two volumes entitled "Nature and Outdoor Life"; the first one,
+"Trees, Flowers, Amphibians, and Reptiles," begins with talks about
+earth, air, and sky, the clouds and weather, the seasons, the ways of
+bees and bugs and birds, illustrated with portraits of real children
+busy in observing the things of nature. Then follow sections on Familiar
+Flowers, Plant Life, Common Trees, and Reptiles and Amphibians, each
+written by an expert on the subject, and all profusely illustrated with
+photographs and drawings, many of the illustrations being in color. All
+this material is written in an easy and familiar style and in a manner
+to stimulate the right kind of curiosity. Children are encouraged to ask
+questions, and are unconsciously led to observe and read for themselves.
+Both this volume and its companion, "Birds, Animals, and Insects," help
+boys and girls to find out many secrets of nature. In the second nature
+series we begin with pets and domestic animals, and then study the wild
+animals and birds of America. Next we learn of the ways of the birds and
+animals in other lands, which we meet in the zoological gardens of our
+own country. The volume closes with descriptions of the invertebrates.
+
+The natural sciences are cared for in "Earth, Sea, and Sky." Each
+division is more fascinating than the last, as it unfolds the world to
+us. We all want to know, and ought to know, more about the sphere upon
+which we live, its place in the universe, how it came to be peopled, and
+what are some of the laws that govern its magnificent forces and
+changes. This department is as interesting to old as to young, though it
+will find a warm place in the hearts of the youths who are just getting
+interested in physics, physiography, chemistry, and electricity.
+
+An earlier volume covered the play and hand-work of little children. Our
+young people are now ready for games more skillful and cooperative, and
+handicraft more elaborate and involving a finer finish. "Games and
+Handicraft" supplies this need. If we are going to have a more
+interesting home life, if we are going to keep our boys and girls off
+the streets and away (sometimes) from the movies, if we are going to
+supplement the textbook work of the schools by the education of the
+hands, we need adequate handbooks to guide us. Sometimes such books are
+too vague to be practical. Here are working-drawings that are detailed
+and exact. That these projects can be executed is evidenced by the
+photographs of the finished work.
+
+"Where can I get up-to-date, interesting and trustworthy descriptions of
+modern inventions for my young folks?" How many times this question is
+asked of book-store clerks by fathers! How often is a satisfactory
+answer given? Often such books are not up to date; usually they are too
+technical to be interesting; if they are interesting they are often
+untrustworthy; and none of them covers more than a portion of the
+ground. "Wonders of Invention" represents an earnest endeavor to meet
+this wide need within the covers of a single volume. The Editors were
+fortunate in obtaining for this department the cooperation of steamship
+companies, great electrical concerns, concrete firms, inventors and
+others "who know." The illustrations were selected individually, and add
+to the value and interest of the text.
+
+
+VOCATIONAL GUIDANCE
+
+As a child develops toward maturity his talents begin to focus and his
+interests to direct themselves toward some special life occupation. The
+matter of Vocational Guidance is the most vital thing in education
+to-day, but wisdom in this field is far to seek. Changes in the
+industrial world are so rapid that books giving mere statistics of
+salaries and requirements are soon out of date, and they have no appeal
+to the young. Motive, rather than immediate gain, is what affects young
+people; and the Editors of The BOOKSHELF have felt that the one wise way
+to approach this great question is to describe the important activities
+of the world and some of the men who have been occupied in them, that
+young readers may be able to make an intelligent choice, and at the same
+time discover their own special talents. This section of The BOOKSHELF
+is known as "Marvels of Industry." Aside from its value as a vocational
+guide, this volume will add much to the enjoyment of the family circle
+because of the facts that are gleaned from a perusal of its pages.
+
+In "True Stories from Every Land" the little folks made the acquaintance
+of the world's children. It is now time for the older young folk to
+travel. In "Every Land and Its Story" we take a journey around the
+world, beginning in North America, covering the rest of the New World,
+and then going to Europe, Asia, Africa, Australia, and the islands of
+the sea. The greatest emphasis is laid upon the lands that we love the
+most. In the United States the eight great natural divisions are
+described, then the Indians, the National Parks, Alaska, and Porto
+Rico. The greatest cities are visited in turn, the characteristics of
+each being picturesquely described. Canada is visited in the same way.
+In each case the country is described by a competent, interesting
+traveler, in many instances by one who has lived there a long time, and
+in some cases by a famous writer. Carefully chosen photographs
+illustrate this department.
+
+Carlyle was right, at least as far as young people are concerned, when
+he insisted that history is only biography. The character-making
+influence of great lives has never been denied, and ought never to be
+neglected. "Famous Men and Women" begins with the men who made the
+United States and Canada. It tells about some of the living Men Who
+Count to-day. A simple graphic history of the greatest event in history,
+the World War of 1914-1918, is given. Then comes a glorious pageant of
+Scientists and Inventors, Writers and Rulers, National Heroes, and
+Servants of the Common Good. This material will not only form an
+excellent supplemental reading book, but a valued treasury for everyday
+inspiration.
+
+Crowning the collection, and of surpassing importance, is
+"Bookland--Story and Verse." This is an introduction to the best
+literature in poetry and prose for young people from twelve to twenty;
+in fact, for young people from twelve to eighty. The prose stories are
+presented in the language of the masters themselves. There is no
+diluting of their fine literary style. Careful abridgments have been
+made by well-known literary critics, but the essence of these
+masterpieces has been retained. This is important: our young people
+should know the great, not only about them. The poems are usually given
+entire.
+
+In making the General Index and the Graded Index the Editors have
+remembered that these are for use, not to fill space. The General Index
+is practical and will help the user to find just what he is looking for,
+and to find it quickly. The Graded Index is intended primarily for the
+use of the parent. It sorts out and selects the best material for each
+age. First is given a brief, clear account of the tastes and needs of
+Infancy, Early Childhood, Middle Childhood, Late Childhood, and
+Adolescence. Then all the material in The BOOKSHELF is assorted under
+its score of important subjects, and put in the grade where it belongs.
+By this plan the child may be directed to what he wants and needs now,
+and each year he will grow more and more into the riches of his
+BOOKSHELF.
+
+
+QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS
+
+Many questions are listed in the Indexes. This is a very instructive
+feature, for it often sets the mind alert in some new direction and
+starts fresh lines of interest and research. These questions may be made
+the means of making many a family evening one of pleasure and profit, as
+one member asks the questions and the others take turns in answering
+them.
+
+
+AMERICAN
+
+The BOOKSHELF is American in viewpoint, but worldwide in outlook. While
+it has been produced within the United States, it is larger than the
+United States or even than North America. Unusual space is given to
+Canadian affairs and interests, and the rest of the world has not been
+neglected. Throughout the entire set, and in the CHILD WELFARE MANUAL,
+available to parents in connection with The BOOKSHELF, there is an
+emphasis on character, uprightness, honor, service, which is distinctly
+aimed to build up that type of manhood and womanhood for which the good
+American is famed at home and abroad.
+
+
+ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
+
+The Publishers and the Editors wish to thank each and every one of the
+individuals who have cooperated with them to make The BOOKSHELF what it
+is. The courtesy, the heartiness with which assistance has been given,
+the belief of these friends in the success of the ideals of The
+BOOKSHELF, have made the task of compiling, editing, and manufacturing a
+pleasure.
+
+Special acknowledgment must be given at this time to the photographers,
+Brown Brothers, Underwood & Underwood, and the Publishers Photo Service,
+for the use of many copyrighted pictures from their files. In a number
+of instances, when they did not have a particular picture desired, it
+was made by one of them specially for The BOOKSHELF.
+
+The Editors, in preparing the manuscript for these volumes, have
+endeavored in all cases where material has been used which has
+previously appeared in print to give credit to author, publisher, and
+book, and to any other to whom such acknowledgment was due. If they have
+failed to do so in any particular case, it has been an oversight, for
+which the Publishers are not responsible, as their instructions on this
+point were definite, and for which the Editors express their regrets.
+Future editions will offer an opportunity for the correction, which will
+be gladly made.
+
+
+
+
+INTRODUCTION TO VOLUME I
+
+
+Most mothers and fathers realize that long before children are old
+enough to read there is a rich treasury of rhythm and song and story
+that may be given them. To make this treasury available is the purpose
+of this volume.
+
+Finger-plays and action-plays, in which Froebel found so rich a meaning,
+do much to help the baby to know and control his fingers and hands, to
+enable him to discover the other parts of his body, to awaken his
+intelligence and to bring him into affectionate companionship with his
+father and mother. Here we have gathered not only the traditional ones,
+which the mother and father may remember from their own early childhood;
+but also many that will be fresh and new.
+
+Mother Goose long ago established her throne as Queen of the Nursery.
+There is something about her short ditties, always full of rhythm,
+sometimes of sense, and frequently of the most elemental humor, that
+appeals to the baby mind as nothing else does. A proof of the worth of
+her songs and stories would be found if any of us should try to write
+better. We have brought together many familiar ones and some unfamiliar
+(for Mother Goose lived in many times and many lands), and have
+illustrated them with some new and charming drawings and color-plates.
+
+Children as young as three are ready for the simplest sort of stories,
+but it is so hard for us grown-ups to become children again that many of
+us have found difficulty in suiting our language and thought to their
+eager but unfurnished minds. These bedtime stories and little tales of
+babies and animals and girls and boys are therefore a real godsend.
+
+Soon comes the time when the little folk are ready to learn about the
+letters and the numbers and the days of the week. Rhymes to help this
+first memorizing will be welcome.
+
+Most of the stories in this book are illustrated by pictures, some are
+told entirely by them. The choice of these illustrations was made from
+our best modern knowledge about little children. It is now recognized
+that they like simple incidents, about themselves or the familiar things
+around them, drawn in clear outline or with strong color. There are
+certain artists, too, who seem to have retained their own childlikeness
+better than others, and such were called upon to illustrate this
+volume.
+
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+ CONTENTS
+                                                  PAGE
+
+ GENERAL INTRODUCTION                              vii
+ INTRODUCTION TO VOLUME ONE                         xv
+
+
+ #FATHER AND MOTHER PLAYS#
+
+ BABY'S TEN LITTLE LIVE PLAYTHINGS                   2
+    By J. K. Barry
+ MONDAY                                              4
+    By Edith Goodyear
+ FINGER PLAY                                         5
+    By Edith Goodyear
+ COUNTING THE FINGERS                                6
+ AN OLD NORSE FINGER PLAY                            6
+ BABY'S TOES                                         6
+ BABY'S TOES                                         7
+    By Edith A. Bentley
+ THIS IS THE WAY MY FINGERS STAND                    8
+ THUMBKIN, POINTER                                   8
+ NAMING THE FINGERS                                  8
+    By Laura E. Richards
+ ROBERT BARNS                                        8
+ "SHALL I, OH! SHALL I?"                             8
+ JACK, BE NIMBLE                                     9
+ TWO LITTLE HANDS                                    9
+ PAT A CAKE                                          9
+ CLAP YOUR HANDS                                     9
+ THE BIRD'S NEST                                    10
+    A Froebel Finger Play
+ TWO LITTLE BLACKBIRDS                              10
+ MASTER SMITH                                       10
+ LITTLE ROBIN REDBREAST                             10
+ GREETING                                           10
+ A PLAY FOR THE ARMS                                10
+ THE LITTLE WINDOW                                  10
+    A Froebel Finger Play
+ SING A SONG OF SIXPENCE                            11
+ THE PIGEON HOUSE                                   11
+    A Froebel Finger Play
+ SAID THIS LITTLE FAIRY                             12
+ A BURROWING GAME                                   12
+ PAT A CAKE                                         12
+    A Froebel Finger Play
+ A KNEE GAME                                        12
+ A FOOT PLAY                                        12
+ PUTTING THE FINGERS TO SLEEP                       13
+ TEN LITTLE SQUIRRELS                               14
+ MY LITTLE GARDEN                                   15
+ THE FAMILY                                         16
+    By Emilie Poulsson
+ JOHNNY SHALL HAVE A NEW BONNET                     18
+
+
+ #RIDING SONGS FOR FATHER'S KNEE#
+
+ TO MARKET RIDE THE GENTLEMEN                       19
+ HERE GOES MY LORD                                  19
+ A FARMER WENT TROTTING                             20
+ UP TO THE CEILING                                  20
+ THE MESSENGER                                      20
+ CATCH HIM, CROW                                    20
+ RIDE A COCK-HORSE                                  21
+ THIS IS THE WAY                                    21
+ RIDE AWAY, RIDE AWAY                               21
+ TO MARKET, TO MARKET                               21
+ TROT, TROT, THE BABY GOES                          21
+    By Mary F. Butts
+ RIDE A COCK-HORSE                                  22
+ HERE WE GO                                         22
+
+
+ #MOTHER GOOSE SONGS AND STORIES#
+
+ WHO ARE THESE?                                     24
+ I SAW A SHIP A-SAILING                             25
+ GOOSEY, GOOSEY, GANDER                             25
+ THE WIND                                           25
+ ONCE I SAW A LITTLE BIRD                           25
+ RING-A-RING-A-ROSES                                25
+ CROSS PATCH                                        26
+ HAPPY LET US BE                                    26
+ THE OLD WOMAN IN THE BASKET                        26
+ THE FOX AND THE OLD GRAY GOOSE                     28
+ JACK AND JILL                                      29
+ WILLY BOY                                          29
+ BONNY LASS                                         29
+ OH, WHERE ARE YOU GOING?                           30
+ BOBBY SHAFTOE                                      30
+ DING-DONG-BELL                                     30
+ LONDON BRIDGE                                      31
+ GREEN GRAVEL                                       32
+ OLD MOTHER HUBBARD                                 32
+ LITTLE BO-PEEP                                     34
+ COME OUT TO PLAY                                   35
+ LITTLE ROBIN REDBREAST                             35
+ LITTLE BOY BLUE                                    36
+ MY MAID MARY                                       36
+ HARK! HARK!                                        37
+ BOW-WOW-WOW                                        37
+ BLOW, WIND, BLOW                                   37
+ BYE, BABY BUNTING                                  37
+ THREE LITTLE KITTENS                               38
+ TOM WAS A PIPER'S SON                              39
+ DAFFY-DOWN-DILLY                                   40
+ BILLY BOY                                          40
+ THREE WISE MEN OF GOTHAM                           41
+ LITTLE TOMMY TUCKER                                41
+ PUSSY AND THE MICE                                 41
+ WHEN I WAS A LITTLE BOY                            41
+ CHINESE MOTHER-GOOSE RHYMES                        42
+    By Prof. Isaac Taylor Headland
+
+
+ #MOTHER GOOSE CONTINUED#
+    By Anna Marion Smith
+
+ PUSSY CAT, PUSSY CAT                               45
+ LITTLE BOY BLUE                                    45
+ PAT-A-CAKE                                         46
+ DICKORY DOCK                                       46
+ HOW MANY MILES TO BABYLON?                         47
+ HARK! HARK!                                        47
+ THERE WAS AN OLD WOMAN                             48
+ HUMPTY DUMPTY                                      51
+ THE QUEEN OF HEARTS                                54
+ ONE MISTY, MOISTY MORNING                          54
+ OLD KING COLE                                      55
+ PUSSY SITS BESIDE THE FIRE                         56
+ THE NORTH WIND DOTH BLOW                           56
+ I HAD A LITTLE HUSBAND                             57
+ THERE WAS A MAN IN OUR TOWN                        57
+ SEE SAW, SACARADOWN                                57
+ SING A SONG O' SIXPENCE                            58
+ I LOVE LITTLE PUSSY                                58
+ THE HORNER BROTHERS                                59
+    By Elizabeth Raymond Woodward
+ A LITTLE OLD MAN                                   60
+ JINGLES                                            60
+ SAILING                                            61
+    By Lucy Fitch Perkins
+ AN UP-TO-DATE PUSSY-CAT                            62
+    By Adeline Knapp
+ MISERY IN COMPANY                                  63
+    By Lucy Fitch Perkins
+ COURT NEWS                                         64
+    By Lucy Fitch Perkins
+ A MESSAGE TO MOTHER GOOSE                          65
+    By Ellen Manly
+
+
+ #SLEEPY-TIME SONGS AND STORIES#
+
+ SWEET AND LOW                                      72
+    By Alfred, Lord Tennyson
+ THE SLEEPY-TIME STORY                              73
+    By Gertrude Smith
+ THE GO SLEEP STORY                                 75
+    By Eudora S. Bumstead
+ THE GENTLE DARK                                    78
+    By W. Grahame Robertson
+ THE FERRY FOR SHADOWTOWN                           78
+ HUSH-A-BYE, BABY                                   78
+ THE KITTEN AND THE FALLING LEAVES                  78
+    By William Wordsworth
+ LATE                                               79
+    By Josephine Preston Peabody
+ A BLESSING FOR THE BLESSED                         80
+    By Laurence Alma-Tadema
+ MY DOLLY                                           80
+ THE CHILD AND THE WORLD                            80
+ EVENING SONG                                       80
+    By C. Frances Alexander
+ ROCK-A-BYE, BABY                                   80
+ THE SANDMAN                                        81
+    By Margaret Vandergrift
+ THE FAIRY FOLK                                     81
+    By Robert Bird
+ QUEEN MAB                                          82
+    By Thomas Hood
+ LULLABY                                            82
+    By Gertrude Thompson Miller
+ KENTUCKY BABE                                      82
+ MY POSSESSIONS                                     83
+ THE WAKE-UP STORY                                  83
+    By Eudora S. Bumstead
+
+
+ #FIRST STORIES FOR VERY LITTLE FOLK#
+
+ ABOUT SIX LITTLE CHICKENS                          86
+    By S. L. Elliott
+ "TRADE-LAST"                                       88
+    By Lucy Fitch Perkins
+ PHILIP'S HORSE                                     89
+ THE KITTEN THAT FORGOT HOW TO MEW                  90
+    By Stella George Stern
+ WHAT COULD THE FARMER DO?                          93
+    By George William Ogden
+ FLEDGLINGS                                         97
+    By Lucy Fitch Perkins
+ "TIME TO GET UP!"                                  98
+    By Ellen Foster
+ MAGGIE'S VERY OWN SECRET                          100
+    By Sara Josephine Albright
+ THE GOOD LITTLE PIGGIE AND HIS FRIENDS            102
+    By L. Waldo Lockling
+ BABY'S PARADISE                                   105
+    By Lucy Fitch Perkins
+ DISOBEDIENCE                                      106
+ FOR A LITTLE GIRL OF THREE                        108
+    By Uncle Ned
+ A FUNNY FAMILY                                    109
+ LITTLE BY LITTLE                                  110
+
+
+ #LITTLE STORIES THAT GROW BIG#
+
+ THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT                         111
+ GIANT THUNDER BONES                               112
+    By Stella Doughty
+ THE HOUSE THAT JILL BUILT                         116
+    By Carolyn Wells
+ THE OLD WOMAN AND HER PIG                         119
+ THE LAMBIKIN                                      121
+ THE CAT AND THE MOUSE                             123
+ HENNY-PENNY                                       124
+ THREE GOATS IN THE RYEFIELD                       127
+    Adapted by Cecilia Farwell
+ TEENY TINY                                        129
+ SONG OF THE PEAR TREE                             130
+ COCK-ALU AND HEN-ALIE                             131
+    By Mary Howitt
+ THERE IS THE KEY OF THE KINGDOM                   136
+
+
+ #FUN FOR VERY LITTLE FOLK#
+
+ NO DOGS ALLOWED AT LARGE                          137
+    By Culmer Barnes
+ TOMMY AND HIS SISTER AND THEIR NEW PONY-CART      138
+    By Dewitt Clinton Falls
+ THE ADVENTURES OF THREE LITTLE KITTENS            139
+    By Culmer Barnes
+ THE LITTLE KITTENS' SURPRISE                      140
+    By Culmer Barnes
+ TED'S FOOLISH WISH                                141
+    By Charles Fitch Lester
+ NONSENSE RHYME                                    142
+ TIMOTHY TRUNDLE                                   143
+    By Frederick Moxon
+ A DREAM OF GLORY                                  148
+    By Charles Fitch Lester
+ PICTURES                                          149
+    By Culmer Barnes
+ THE REUNION OF THE BRUIN FAMILY AT THE SEA SHORE  150
+    By Culmer Barnes
+ THE BABY MICE ARE INSTRUCTED BY THEIR FOND PAPA   151
+    By Culmer Barnes
+ ROLY POLY ON VACATION                             152
+    By Culmer Barnes
+ MOTHER GOOSE'S LAST TROLLEY RIDE                  153
+    By Culmer Barnes
+ IVAN AND THE WOLF                                 154
+    By Culmer Barnes
+ HOMEWARD BOUND                                    154
+    By Culmer Barnes
+ THEIR LITTLE JAR                                  156
+    By Bell
+ LITTLE ESKI AND THE POLAR BEAR                    158
+    By Culmer Barnes
+
+
+ #FUNNY VERSES AND PICTURES#
+
+ THE FROG'S FIASCO                                 160
+    By D. K. Stevens
+ THE MUSICAL TRUST                                 164
+    By D. K. Stevens
+ THE CAUTIOUS CAT                                  168
+    By D. K. Stevens
+ THREE LITTLE BEARS                                171
+    By M. C. McNeill
+ THE SNOWMAN                                       172
+    By W. W. Ellsworth
+
+
+ #ANIMAL STORIES#
+
+ TINY HARE AND THE WIND BALL                       173
+    By A. L. Sykes
+ HOW TINY HARE MET CAT                             176
+    By A. L. Sykes
+ THE WEE HARE AND THE RED FIRE                     179
+    By A. L. Sykes
+ THE GOOD KING                                     182
+    By Margaret and Clarence Weed
+ EARLY AND LATE                                    184
+    By W. S. Reed
+ THE LITTLE PINK PIG AND THE BIG ROAD              185
+    By Jasmine Stone Van Dresser
+ JUGGERJOOK                                        188
+    By L. Frank Baum
+ WHAT YOU BURYING, A BONE                          194
+ THE LITTLE GRAY KITTEN                            194
+    By Mary Lawrence Turnbull
+ PUSSY'S WHEELS                                    197
+    By Annie W. McCullough
+ THE SMALL GRAY MOUSE                              198
+    By Nathan Haskell Dole
+ THE RABBIT, THE TURTLE, AND THE OWL               200
+ HOMES                                             201
+    By Annie W. McCullough
+ MEAL-TIME IN THE BEAR-PITS AT THE ZOO             202
+    By I. W. Taben
+ THE FINE GOOD SHOW                                204
+    By Jessie Wright Whitcomb
+ GAY AND SPY                                       208
+ THE BALLAD OF A RUNAWAY DONKEY                    212
+    By Emilie Poulsson
+ THE THREE BEARS                                   220
+ THE LITTLE BEAR'S STORY                           221
+    By C. F. Holder
+ THE HARE AND THE HEDGEHOG                         224
+    By The Brothers Grimm
+ THE WEE ROBIN'S CHRISTMAS SONG                    226
+    A Scotch Story, attributed to Robert Burns
+    Adapted by Jennie Ellis Burdick
+ THE FOX                                           228
+ THREE COMPANIONS                                  229
+    By Dinah Maria Mulock-Craik
+ "'FRAID CAT!"                                     230
+    By Frank Munro
+ THE SPIDER AND THE FLY                            231
+    By Mary Howitt
+
+
+ #EVERY-DAY VERSES#
+
+ A LITTLE GENTLEMAN                                233
+    By Alden Arthur Knipe
+ TIME FOR EVERYTHING                               233
+    By Alden Arthur Knipe
+ UMBRELLAS AND RUBBERS                             234
+    By Alden Arthur Knipe
+ WHISPERING IN SCHOOL                              234
+    By Alden Arthur Knipe
+ RECESS                                            235
+    By Alden Arthur Knipe
+ AFTER SCHOOL                                      235
+    By Alden Arthur Knipe
+ MONDAY'S LESSONS                                  235
+    By Alden Arthur Knipe
+ AT DINNER                                         236
+    By Alden Arthur Knipe
+ VALOR                                             237
+    By Lucy Fitch Perkins
+ A DOMESTIC TRAGEDY                                238
+    By Lucy Fitch Perkins
+ THE CAPITALIST                                    239
+    By Lucy Fitch Perkins
+ IN MERRY ENGLAND                                  240
+    By Lucy Fitch Perkins
+ THE GOOSE GIRL                                    241
+    By Lucy Fitch Perkins
+ THE PHILOSOPHER                                   242
+    By Lucy Fitch Perkins
+ THIRSTY FLOWERS                                   243
+    By Alden Arthur Knipe
+ SHARING WITH OTHERS                               243
+    By Alden Arthur Knipe
+ POCKETS                                           244
+    By Alden Arthur Knipe
+ WAITING FOR DINNER                                244
+    By Alden Arthur Knipe
+ THE CRITIC                                        245
+    By Lucy Fitch Perkins
+ DIPLOMACY                                         246
+    By Lucy Fitch Perkins
+ IF I WERE QUEEN                                   247
+    By Lucy Fitch Perkins
+ THOUGHTS IN CHURCH                                248
+    By Lucy Fitch Perkins
+
+
+ #THE DAYS OF THE WEEK#
+
+ THIS IS THE WAY                                   249
+ DAYS OF BIRTH                                     250
+ THE WASHING                                       250
+ SOLOMON GRUNDY                                    250
+ BABY'S PLAY DAYS                                  250
+ WHICH DO YOU CHOOSE?                              251
+ SEVEN LITTLE MICE                                 251
+    By Stella George Stern
+ VISITING                                          252
+ LITTLE TOMMY'S MONDAY MORNING                     252
+    By Tudor Jenks
+ ST. SATURDAY                                      254
+    By Henry Johnstone
+
+
+ #NUMBER RHYMES#
+
+ 1, 2, 3, 4, 5                                     255
+ OVER IN THE MEADOW                                255
+    By Olive A. Wadsworth
+ COUNTING APPLE-SEEDS                              256
+ TWINS                                             257
+    By Lucy Fitch Perkins
+ THE RHYME OF TEN LITTLE RABBITS                   258
+    By Kate N. Mytinger
+ IN JULY                                           260
+    By A. S. Webber
+ THE WISH OF PRISCILLA PENELOPE POWERS             262
+    By Mrs. John T. Van Sant
+ WINKELMAN VON WINKEL                              262
+    By Clara Odell Lyon
+ TEN LITTLE COOKIES                                263
+ OUR BABY                                          263
+ LONG TIME AGO                                     264
+    By Elizabeth Prentiss
+ BUCKLE MY SHOE                                    264
+
+
+ #STORIES FOR LITTLE GIRLS#
+
+ A PAIR OF GLOVES                                  265
+    By H. G. Duryee
+ A VERY LITTLE STORY OF A VERY LITTLE GIRL         268
+    By Alice E. Allen
+ EDITH'S TEA PARTY                                 269
+    By Lois Walters
+ REBECCA                                           271
+    By Eleanor Piatt
+ DOROTHEA'S SCHOOL GIFTS                           272
+    By Eunice Ward
+ THE LOST MONEY                                    276
+    By Bolton Hall
+ A DUTCH TREAT                                     277
+    By Amy B. Johnson
+ THE JINGLE OF THE LITTLE JAP                      283
+    By Isabel Eccleston Mackay
+ THE SEVENTH BIRTHDAY OF THE LITTLE
+  COUSIN FROM CONSTANTINOPLE                      284
+    By Emma C. Dowd
+ LITTLE RED RIDING-HOOD                            286
+    Retold from Grimm
+ DOLLY'S DOCTOR                                    288
+ THUMBELINA                                        288
+    By Hans Christian Andersen
+ THE FOX AND THE LITTLE RED HEN                    294
+ THE SHOEMAKER AND THE LITTLE ELVES                294
+    By The Brothers Grimm
+ THE GINGERBREAD BOY                               296
+
+
+ #STORIES FOR LITTLE BOYS#
+
+ MISCHIEF                                          297
+    By Rosamond Upham
+ WILLIE AND HIS DOG DIVER                          299
+    By H. N. Powers
+ GORDON'S TOY CASTLE ON THE HILL                   300
+    By Everett Wilson
+ HANS THE INNOCENT                                 302
+    Written and Illustrated by M. I. Wood
+ A REAL LITTLE BOY BLUE                            304
+    By Caroline S. Allen
+ TRAVELS OF A FOX                                  306
+    Adapted by Cecilia Farwell
+ OEYVIND AND MARIT                                 308
+
+
+ #HAPPY DAYS#
+
+ WHAT THE CAT AND HEN DID                          313
+    By Alice Ralston
+ DOT'S BIRTHDAY CAKE                               316
+ NED AND ROVER AND JACK                            317
+ I HAD A LITTLE KITTEN                             318
+ HOW POLLY HAD HER PICTURE TAKEN                   319
+    By Everett Wilson
+ IDLE BEN                                          321
+ THE HOLE IN THE CANNA-BED                         321
+    By Isabel Gordon Curtis
+ THE CONCEITED MOUSE                               323
+    By Ella Foster Case
+
+
+ #RHYMES CONCERNING MOTHER#
+
+ A BOY'S MOTHER                                    325
+    By James Whitcomb Riley
+ MOTHER                                            325
+    By Rose Fyleman
+ THE GOODEST MOTHER                                325
+ MOTHER'S WAY                                      326
+    By Carrie Williams
+ WHO IS IT?                                        326
+    By Ethel M. Kelley
+ MY DEAREST IS A LADY                              327
+    By Miriam S. Clark
+ HOW MANY LUMPS?                                   327
+ WHEN MOTHER GOES AWAY                             328
+    By Clara Odell Lyon
+ AN OLD SONG--"THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME!"        328
+    By Blanche Elizabeth Wade
+
+
+ #UNCLES AND AUNTS AND OTHER RELATIVES#
+
+ GRANDMOTHER'S MEMORIES                            329
+    By Helen A. Byrom
+ GREAT-AUNT LUCY LEE                               330
+    By Cora Walker Hayes
+ OUR VISITORS                                      334
+    By Isabel Lyndall
+ BEAUTIFUL GRANDMAMMA                              338
+ THANKSGIVING DAY                                  340
+    By Lydia Maria Child
+ GRANDMA'S MINUET                                  340
+ AUNT JAN                                          341
+    By Norman Gale
+ AFTER TEA                                         342
+
+
+ #AMUSING ALPHABETS#
+
+ TINGLE, TANGLE TITMOUSE                           343
+ AN ENGLISH ALPHABET                               344
+ NONSENSE ALPHABET                                 346
+ PAST HISTORY                                      348
+    By Edward Lear
+ THE APPLE PIE                                     351
+ WHO'S WHO IN THE ZOO                              352
+    By Carolyn Wells
+ A WAS AN ARCHER                                   357
+ A LITTLE FOLKS' ALPHABET                          358
+    By Carolyn Wells
+ CHILD HEALTH ALPHABET                             360
+    By Mrs. Frederick Peterson
+ HERE'S A, B, C, D                                 363
+ OUR STORIES                                       364
+
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+#FATHER PLAYS AND MOTHER PLAYS#
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Figs. 1 though 5 and So big!]
+
+BABY'S TEN LITTLE LIVE PLAYTHINGS BY J. K. BARRY
+
+These ten little live playthings can be held in every baby's hand, five
+in one and five in the other and be the baby ever so poor yet he always
+has these ten playthings because, you know, he brings them with him.
+
+But all babies do not know how to play with them. They find out for
+themselves a good many ways of playing with them but here are some of
+the ways that a baby I used to know got amusement out of his.
+
+The very first was the play called "Ta-ra-chese" (Ta-rar-cheese). It is
+a Dutch word and there was a little song about it all in Dutch. This is
+the way the baby I knew would play it when he was a tiny little fellow.
+
+His Mamma would hold her hand up and move it gently around this way
+(Fig. 1) singing "Ta-ra-chese, ta-ra-chese!" Baby would look and watch
+awhile, and presently his little hand would begin to move and five
+little playthings would begin the play--dear, sweet little chubby pink
+fingers--for I think you have guessed these are every baby's playthings.
+
+How glad Mamma is to find that her baby has learned his first lesson!
+
+Then he must learn, "Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake Baker's man," (Fig. 2) and
+"How big is baby?" "_So Big!_"
+
+And here are some other ways by which a little sister's fingers may
+amuse the baby.
+
+"This the church and this is the steeple, Open the gates--there are all
+the good people." (Fig. 3)
+
+"Chimney sweep--Oho! oho! Chimney sweep!" (Fig. 4)
+
+"Put your finger in the bird's nest. The bird isn't home." (Fig. 5)
+
+And then when the little finger is poked in, a sly pinch is given by a
+hidden thumb and baby is told, "The birdie has just come home!" But you
+mustn't pinch hard, of course, just enough to make baby laugh at being
+caught.
+
+  [Illustration: Figs. 6 though 11.]
+
+And then there is the play of "Two men sawing wood--one little boy
+picking up chips." (Fig. 6) The two finger men are moved up and down and
+the little boy finger works busily.
+
+Everybody knows the rhyming finger-play:
+
+     "Here's my Father's knives and forks, (Fig. 7)
+     "Here's my Mother's table, (Fig. 8)
+     "Here's my Sister's looking-glass, (Fig. 9)
+     "And here's the baby's cradle." (Fig. 10)
+
+Another play is a little act in which three persons are supposed to take
+part, and it has come down from the old times of long ago.
+
+The middle finger is the Friar. Those on each side of him touch each
+other and make the door, the little finger is the Lady and the thumb is
+the Page. (Fig. 11)
+
+The Friar knocks at the door.
+
+_Friar._ "Knock, Knock, Knock!"
+
+_Page._ "Somebody knocks at the door! Somebody knocks at the door!"
+
+_Lady._ "Who is it? Who is it?"
+
+_Page._ (Going to door) "Who is it? Who is it?"
+
+_Friar._ "A Friar, a Friar."
+
+_Page._ "A Friar, Ma'am, a Friar, Ma'am."
+
+_Lady._ "What does he want? What does he want?"
+
+_Page._ "What do you want, Sir? What do you want, Sir?"
+
+_Friar._ "I want to come in. I want to come in."
+
+_Page._ "He wants to come in, Ma'am. He wants to come in."
+
+_Lady._ "Let him walk in. Let him walk in."
+
+_Page._ "Will you walk in, Sir? Will you walk in?"
+
+So in he pops and takes a seat.
+
+When each player is supposed to speak he or she must move gently,
+bending forward and back and when the Friar is invited to enter, the
+door must open only just far enough to let him "pop in."
+
+These are only some of the plays with which the baby I knew used to be
+amused; but they will suggest others to parents and older brothers and
+sisters. The baby cannot make all of these things himself but he will be
+quite as much interested when they are made by older hands.
+
+
+MONDAY
+
+     Here's a little wash bench,
+     Here's a little tub.
+     Here's a little scrubbing-board,
+     And here's the way to rub.
+     Here's a little cake of soap,
+     Here's a dipper new.
+     Here's a basket wide & deep,
+     And here are clothes-pins two.
+     Here's the line away up high,
+     Here's the clothes all flying.
+     Here's the sun so warm & bright,
+     And now the washing's drying.
+                          Edith Goodyear.
+
+
+Finger Play.
+
+By Edith Goodyear.
+
+     The little space 'twixt fingers & thumbs
+     Is round as a circle you see!
+     While in there, a tiny square
+     Shows corners four to me.
+
+     Circles are like daisies while,
+     Like pennies, candies and plates,
+     Like Grandma's cookies and pumpkin pies;
+     And best of all, the pretty blue
+     In Baby's laughing eyes.
+
+     The square makes me think of the rug where he sits
+     On the nursery floor at play;
+     Of the lawn where he rolls in the sunshine bright,
+     And the dainty spread that covers his bed
+     When he's fast asleep at night.
+
+
+COUNTING THE FINGERS
+
+       This is the thumb, you see;
+       This finger shakes the tree;
+     And then this finger comes up;
+     And this one eats the plums up;
+       This little one, says he,
+       "I'll tell of you, you'll see!"
+
+       That one is the thumb;
+       And this one wants a plum;
+     This one says, "Where do they grow?"
+     This one says, "Come with me--I know."
+       But this little one, he says,
+       "I will not go near the place!
+       I don't like such naughty ways."
+
+     Now, I think that through and through
+     Little Finger's right--don't you?
+
+       This one fell in the water,
+       And this one helped him ashore,
+     And this one put him into bed,
+       And this one covered him o'er;
+     And then, in walks this noisy little chap,
+       And wakes him up once more.
+
+     This one walked out into the wood,
+       And caught a little hare;
+     And this one took and carried it home,
+       For he thought it dainty fare;
+     And this one came and cooked it up
+       With sauces rich and rare;
+     And this one laid the table out,
+       And did the plates prepare;
+     And this little fellow the keeper told
+       What the others were doing there.
+
+
+AN OLD NORSE FINGER PLAY
+
+     Thicken man, build the barn,
+     Thinner man, spool the yarn,
+     Longen man, stir the brew,
+     Gowden man, make a shoe,
+     Littlen man, all for you!
+
+
+BABY'S TOES
+
+     Dear little bare feet,
+       Dimpled and white,
+     In your long nightgown
+       Wrapped for the night.
+
+     Come, let me count all
+       Your queer little toes,
+     Pink as the heart
+       Of a shell or a rose.
+
+     One is a lady
+       That sits in the sun;
+     Two is a baby,
+       And three is a nun.
+
+     Four is a lily
+       With innocent breast;
+     And five is a birdie
+       Asleep on her nest.
+
+
+"BABY'S TOES"
+
+BY EDITH A. BENTLEY
+
+     Five little piggie wiggies
+       Standing in a row,
+     We always have to toddle
+       Where the baby wants to go;
+     Up-stairs and down-stairs,
+       Indoors and out,
+     We're always close together
+       And we never fall out.
+
+   _Chorus:_
+     Father-Pig and Mother-Pig,
+       And Big-Brother Pig,
+     And Sister-Pig, and darling little
+       Baby Piggie-Wig!
+
+     Oh, sometimes we are all tied up
+       In a bag so tight.
+     This is when the baby goes
+       "To sleepy-bye" at night.
+     Then there's nothing else to do
+       But cuddle down and rest--
+     Just as little birdies cuddle
+       In their little nest.
+
+   _Chorus:_
+     Father-Pig and Mother-Pig
+       And Big-Brother Pig,
+     And Sister-Pig, and darling little
+       Baby Piggie-Wig!
+
+
+THIS IS THE WAY MY FINGERS STAND
+
+_To the tune of "Here We Go Round the Mulberry Bush."_
+
+     This is the way my fingers stand,
+     Fingers stand, fingers stand,
+     This is the way my fingers stand,
+       So early in the morning.
+
+     This is the way I fold my hand,
+     Fold my hand, fold my hand,
+     This is the way I fold my hand,
+       So early in the morning.
+
+     This is the way they dance about,
+     Dance about, dance about,
+     This is the way they dance about,
+       So early in the morning.
+
+     This is the way they go to rest,
+     Go to rest, go to rest,
+     This is the way they go to rest,
+       So early in the morning.
+
+
+THUMBKIN, POINTER
+
+     Thumbkin, Pointer, Middleman big,
+     Sillyman, Weeman, rig-a-jig-jig.
+
+
+NAMING THE FINGERS[A]
+
+BY LAURA E. RICHARDS
+
+     This is little Tommy Thumb,
+     Round and smooth as any plum.
+     This is busy Peter Pointer:
+     Surely he's a double-jointer.
+     This is mighty Toby Tall,
+     He's the biggest one of all.
+     This is dainty Reuben Ring:
+     He's too fine for anything.
+     And this little wee one, maybe,
+     Is the pretty Finger-baby.
+
+     All the five we've counted now,
+     Busy fingers in a row.
+     Every finger knows the way
+     How to work and how to play;
+     Yet together work they best,
+     Each one helping all the rest.
+
+  [A] _From "Songs and Music of Froebel's Mother Play"; used by permission
+  of the publishers, D. Appleton & Company._
+
+
+ROBERT BARNS
+
+     Robert Barns, fellow fine,
+     Can you shoe this horse of mine,
+     So that I may cut a shine?
+       Yes, good sir, and that I can,
+       As well as any other man;
+     There a nail, and here a prod,
+     And now, good sir, your horse is shod.
+
+
+"SHALL I, OH! SHALL I?"
+
+     A little boy and a little girl
+       Lived in an alley;
+     Said the little boy to the little girl,
+       "Shall I, oh! shall I?"
+
+     Said the little girl to the little boy,
+       "What will you do?"
+     Said the little boy to the little girl,
+       "I will kiss you."
+
+     (_As the last words are sung, the mother kisses
+     the little one in the folds of the neck._)
+
+
+  [Illustration: OFF WITH MOTHER GOOSE
+  FROM A DRAWING BY MABEL LUCIE ATTWELL]
+
+
+JACK, BE NIMBLE
+
+      Jack, be nimble,
+        Jack, be quick;
+ (_Jack is one hand walking along on
+ its fore- and middle-fingers._)
+
+      Jack, jump over
+        The candlestick.
+ (_Fist closed; uplifted thumb for
+ candle. Jack jumps over it._)
+
+
+TWO LITTLE HANDS
+
+     Two little hands so soft and white,
+     This is the left--this is the right.
+     Five little fingers stand on each,
+     So I can hold a plum or a peach.
+     But if I should grow as old as you
+     Lots of little things these hands can do.
+
+
+PAT A CAKE
+
+     Pat a cake, pat a cake, baker's man.
+     So I do, master, as fast as I can.
+     Pat it, and prick it, and mark it with T,
+     And then it will serve for Tommy and me.
+
+
+CLAP YOUR HANDS
+
+     Baby, Baby, clap your hands!
+     Where London's built, there London stands.
+     And there's a bed in London Town,
+     On which my Baby shall lie down.
+
+
+THE BIRD'S NEST
+
+_A Froebel Finger Play_
+
+     Here upon the leaves at rest
+     A little bird has built her nest.
+     Two tiny eggs within she's laid,
+     And many days beside them stayed.
+     Now she's happy; listen well!
+     Two baby birds break through the shell.
+     Don't you hear them? "Peep! peep! peep!
+     We love you, mother. Cheep! cheep! cheep!"
+
+
+TWO LITTLE BLACKBIRDS
+
+     There were two blackbirds sitting on a hill,
+             (_Little pieces of paper perched on forefingers._)
+     One named Jack, the other named Jill.
+     Fly away, Jack; fly away, Jill.
+                            (_Fingers soar gently in the air._)
+     Come again, Jack; come again, Jill.
+                                          (_Fingers fly back._)
+
+
+MASTER SMITH
+
+     Is Master Smith within? Yes, that he is.
+       Can he set a shoe? Ay, marry, two.
+         Here a nail, and there a nail,
+             Tick--tack--too.
+
+
+LITTLE ROBIN REDBREAST
+
+     Little Robin Redbreast
+       Sat upon a rail,
+               (_Right hand extended in shape of a bird is poised
+                 on extended forefinger of left hand._)
+     Niddle noddle went his head,
+       And waggle went his tail.
+               (_Little finger of right hand waggles from side to
+                 side._)
+
+
+GREETING
+
+     Good little Mother,
+       How do you do?
+     Dear strong "Daddy,"
+       Glad to see you!
+     Big tall Brother,
+       Pleased you are here.
+     Kind little Sister,
+       You need not fear,
+     Glad welcome we'll give you,
+       And Babykins, too.
+     Yes, Babykins,
+       How do you do?
+
+
+A PLAY FOR THE ARMS
+
+     Pump, pump, pump,
+       Water, water, come;
+     Here a rush, there a gush,
+       Done, done, done.
+
+
+THE LITTLE WINDOW
+
+_A Froebel Finger Play_
+
+     Look, my dear, at this window clear.
+     See how the light shines through in here.
+     If you would always see the light,
+     Keep your heart's window clean and bright.
+
+
+SING A SONG OF SIXPENCE
+
+     Sing a song of sixpence,
+       A pocket full of rye;
+     Four-and-twenty blackbirds
+       Baked in a pie;
+     When the pie was opened
+       The birds began to sing;
+     Was not that a dainty dish
+       To set before the King?
+
+     The King was in his counting-house,
+       Counting out his money;
+     The Queen was in the parlor,
+       Eating bread and honey;
+     The maid was in the garden
+       Hanging out the clothes;
+     When up came a blackbird
+       And nipped off her nose.
+     (_At this line somebody's nose gets nipped._)
+
+
+THE PIGEON HOUSE
+
+_A Froebel Finger Play_
+
+     Now I'm going to open my pigeon-house door.
+       The pigeons fly out to the light,
+     Straight to the meadows so pleasant they soar,
+       And flutter about with delight.
+     But at evening they'll all come home at last,
+     And the door of the house I'll then shut fast.
+
+
+SAID THIS LITTLE FAIRY
+
+     Said this little fairy, "I'm as thirsty as can be."
+     Said this little fairy, "I'm hungry, too, dear me!"
+     Said this little fairy, "Who'll tell us where to go?"
+     Said this little fairy, "I'm sure that I don't know."
+     Said this little fairy, "Let's brew some dewdrop tea."
+     So they sipped it and ate honey beneath the maple tree.
+
+
+A BURROWING GAME
+
+      See the little mousie, creeping up the stair,
+      Looking for a warm nest--there, oh, there!
+ (_Mother's fingers creep up the body, and finally fumble in baby's neck._)
+
+
+PAT A CAKE
+
+_A Froebel Finger Play_
+
+     Baby, would you like to make
+     For yourself a little cake?
+     Pat it gently, smooth it down.
+     Baker says: "Now, in to brown;
+     Bring it here, baby dear,
+     While the oven fire burns clear."
+     "Baker, see, here is my cake;
+     Bake it well for baby's sake."
+     "In the oven, right deep down,
+     Here the cake will soon get brown."
+
+
+A KNEE GAME
+
+     What do I see? Baby's knee.
+     Tickily, tickily, tic, tac, tee.
+     One for a penny, two for a pound;
+     Tickily, tickily, round and round.
+
+
+A FOOT PLAY
+
+     Up, down--up, down.
+     One foot up and one foot down,
+     All the way to London town.
+       Tra la la la la la.
+
+
+PUTTING THE FINGERS TO SLEEP
+
+     My fingers are so sleepy
+     It's time they went to bed,
+     So first, you Baby Finger
+     Tuck in your Little Head.
+
+     Ringman, come now its your turn,
+     And then come, Tallman Great;
+     Now, Pointer Finger, hurry
+     Because its getting late.
+
+     Let's see if all are snuggled.
+     No, here's one more to come,
+     So come, lie close, little brothers,
+     Make room for Master Thumb.
+
+
+TEN LITTLE SQUIRRELS
+
+     Ten little squirrels up in a tree--
+                (_Ten fingers outspread._)
+
+     The first two said: "What do I see?"
+                (_Thumbs only._)
+
+     The next two said: "A man with a gun."
+                (_Forefingers only._)
+
+     The next two said: "Let's run, let's run."
+                (_Middle fingers only._)
+
+     The next two said: "Let's hide in the shade."
+                (_Ring fingers only._)
+
+     The last two said: "We're not afraid."
+                (_Little fingers only._)
+
+     Bang! went a gun.
+                (_Clap hands._)
+
+     Away they all run.
+                (_All fingers scamper off._)
+
+
+MY LITTLE GARDEN
+
+     See my little garden,
+     How I rake it over,
+     Then I sow the little brown seeds,
+     And with soft earth cover.
+     Now the raindrops patter
+       On the earth so gayly;
+     See the big round sun smile
+       On my garden daily.
+     The little plant is waking;
+       Down the roots grow creeping;
+     Up now come the leaflets
+       Through the brown earth peeping.
+     Soon the buds will laugh up
+       Toward the springtime showers;
+     Soon my buds will open
+       Into happy flowers.
+
+
+THE FAMILY[B]
+
+BY EMILIE POULSSON
+
+     This is the mother, so busy at home,
+     Who loves her dear children, whatever may come.
+
+     This is the father, so brave and so strong,
+     Who works for his family all the day long.
+
+     This is the brother, who'll soon be a man,
+     He helps his good mother as much as he can.
+
+     This is the sister, so gentle and mild,
+     Who plays that the dolly is her little child.
+
+     This is the baby, all dimpled and sweet,
+     How soft his wee hands and his chubby pink feet!
+
+     Father, and mother, and children so dear,
+     Together you see them, one family here.
+
+  [B] From "Songs and Music of Froebel's Mother Play"; used by permission
+  of the publishers, D. Appleton & Co.
+
+
+  [Illustration: IN DREAMLAND]
+
+
+JOHNNY SHALL HAVE A NEW BONNET
+
+     Johnny shall have a new bonnet,
+       And Johnny shall go to the fair,
+     And Johnny shall have a new ribbon
+       To tie up his bonny brown hair.
+
+     And why may not I love Johnny?
+       And why may not Johnny love me?
+     And why may not I love Johnny?
+       As well as another body?
+
+     And here's a leg for a stocking,
+       And here is a foot for a shoe,
+     And he has a kiss for his daddy,
+       And two for his mammy, I trow.
+
+     And why may not I love Johnny?
+       And why may not Johnny love me?
+     And why may not I love Johnny
+       As well as another body?
+
+
+
+
+#RIDING SONGS for FATHER'S KNEE#
+
+
+
+
+TO MARKET RIDE THE GENTLEMEN
+
+     To market ride the gentlemen,
+       So do we, so do we;
+     Then comes the country clown,
+       Hobbledy gee, Hobbledy gee;
+     First go the ladies, nim, nim, nim,
+     Next come the gentlemen, trim, trim, trim;
+     Then come the country clowns, gallop-a-trot.
+
+
+HERE GOES MY LORD
+
+         Here goes my lord--
+     A trot! a trot! a trot! a trot!
+         Here goes my lady--
+     A canter! a canter! a canter! a canter!
+         Here goes my young master--
+     Jockey-hitch! jockey-hitch! jockey-hitch! jockey-hitch!
+         Here goes my young miss--
+     An amble! an amble! an amble! an amble!
+         The footman lags behind,
+     And goes gallop, a gallop, a gallop, to make up his time.
+
+
+A FARMER WENT TROTTING
+
+     A farmer went trotting upon his gray mare;
+       Bumpety, bumpety, bump!
+     With his daughter behind him, so rosy and fair;
+       Lumpety, lumpety, lump!
+
+     A raven cried croak! and they all tumbled down;
+       Bumpety, bumpety, bump!
+     The mare broke her knees, and the farmer his crown;
+       Lumpety, lumpety, lump!
+
+     The mischievous raven flew laughing away;
+       Bumpety, bumpety, bump!
+     And vowed he would serve them the same the next day;
+       Lumpety, lumpety, lump!
+
+
+UP TO THE CEILING
+
+     Up to the ceiling, down to the ground,
+     Backward and forward, round and round;
+     Dance, little baby, and mother will sing,
+     With the merry chorus, ding, ding, ding!
+
+
+THE MESSENGER
+
+     Here in the morning we're starting so soon,
+     Give us a message, we'll ride to the moon,
+     Straight through the meadows and hop o'er the stile,
+     And we will but charge you a farthing a mile.
+     A farthing a mile! a farthing a mile!
+     We will but charge you a farthing a mile.
+
+
+CATCH HIM, CROW
+
+     Catch him, crow! Carry him, kite!
+     Take him away till the apples are ripe;
+     When they are ripe and ready to fall,
+     Home comes [Johnny], apples and all.
+
+
+RIDE A COCK-HORSE
+
+     Ride a Cock-Horse to Charing Cross,
+     To see a Young Lady jump on a White Horse,
+     With Rings on her Fingers, and Bells on her Toes,
+     She shall have Music wherever she goes.
+
+
+THIS IS THE WAY
+
+     This is the way the ladies ride,
+       Nin! Nin! Nin!
+     This is the way the gentlemen ride,
+       Trot! Trot! Trot!
+     This is the way the farmers ride,
+       Jogglety! Jogglety! Jogglety! Jog!
+
+
+RIDE AWAY, RIDE AWAY
+
+     Ride away, ride away,
+       Johnny shall ride,
+     And he shall have pussy-cat
+       Tied to one side;
+     And he shall have little dog
+       Tied to the other,
+     And Johnny shall ride
+       To see his grandmother.
+
+
+TO MARKET, TO MARKET
+
+     To market, to market,
+       To buy a plum bun;
+     Home again, home again,
+       My journey is done.
+
+
+TROT, TROT, THE BABY GOES
+
+BY MARY F. BUTTS
+
+     Every evening Baby goes
+       Trot, trot, to town--
+     Across the river, through the fields,
+       Up hill and down.
+
+     Trot, trot, the Baby goes,
+       Up hill and down,
+     To buy a feather for her hat,
+       To buy a woolen gown.
+
+     Trot, trot, the Baby goes;
+       The birds fly down, alack!
+     "You cannot have our feathers, dear,"
+       They say; "so please trot back."
+
+     Trot, trot, the Baby goes;
+       The lambs come bleating near.
+     "You cannot have our wool," they say;
+       "But we are sorry, dear."
+
+     Trot, trot, the Baby goes,
+       Trot, trot, to town.
+     She buys a red rose for her hat,
+       She buys a cotton gown.
+
+
+RIDE A COCK-HORSE
+
+     Ride a cock-horse to Banbury-cross,
+       To see what Tommy can buy;
+     A penny white loaf, a penny white cake,
+       And a two-penny apple pie.
+
+          *       *       *
+
+     Ride a cock-horse to Shrewsbury-cross,
+     To buy little Johnny a galloping horse;
+     It trots behind and it ambles before,
+     And Johnny shall ride till he can ride no more.
+
+
+     Here we go UP, UP, UP!
+     Here we DOWN, DOWN, DOWN!
+     Here we go BACKWARDS and FORWARDS!
+     And here we go AROUND AND AROUND!
+
+
+
+
+#MOTHER GOOSE SONGS AND STORIES#
+
+
+
+
+WHO ARE THESE?
+
+     HERE ARE ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FIVE, SIX STORY-BOOK PICTURES.
+     ALL LITTLE GIRLS AND BOYS KNOW THE SIX STORIES THAT THESE SIX
+     PICTURES BELONG TO. TELL YOUR MAMA AND PAPA WHAT THE STORIES ARE.
+
+
+  [Illustration: THERE WAS AN OLD WOMAN
+                 FROM A DRAWING BY ANNE ANDERSON ]
+
+
+I SAW A SHIP A-SAILING
+
+     I saw a ship a-sailing,
+       A-sailing on the sea;
+     And, oh! it was all laden
+       With pretty things for thee!
+
+     There were candies in the cabin,
+       And apples in the hold;
+     The sails were made of silk,
+       And the masts were made of gold.
+
+     The four-and-twenty sailors
+       That stood between the decks,
+     Were four-and-twenty white mice,
+       With chains about their necks.
+
+     The captain was a duck,
+       With a packet on his back;
+     And when the ship began to move,
+       The captain cried, "Quack, quack!"
+
+
+GOOSEY, GOOSEY, GANDER
+
+     Goosey, goosey, gander, where dost thou wander?
+     Up stairs and down stairs, and in my lady's chamber;
+     There I met an old man that would not say his prayers,
+     I took him by his hind legs and threw him down stairs.
+
+
+THE WIND
+
+     Arthur O'Bower has broken his band,
+     He comes roaring up the land--
+     A King of Scots, with all his power,
+     Cannot turn Arthur of the Bower.
+
+
+ONCE I SAW A LITTLE BIRD
+
+     Once I saw a little bird
+       Come hop, hop, hop,
+     So I said, "Little bird,
+       Will you stop, stop, stop?"
+
+     I was going to the window
+       To say, "How do you do?"
+     But he shook his little tail
+       And far away he flew.
+
+
+RING-A-RING-A-ROSES
+
+     Ring-a-ring-a-roses,
+     A pocket full of posies;
+     Hush! hush! hush! hush!
+     We're all tumbled down.
+
+
+CROSS PATCH
+
+       Cross patch,
+       Draw the latch,
+     Sit by the fire and spin;
+
+       Take a cup,
+       And drink it up,
+     And call your neighbors in.
+
+
+HAPPY LET US BE
+
+     Merry are the bells, and merry would they ring;
+     Merry was myself, and merry could I sing;
+     With a merry ding-dong, happy, gay, and free,
+     And a merry sing-song, happy let us be!
+
+     Merry have we met, and merry have we been;
+     Merry let us part, and merry meet again;
+     With our merry sing-song, happy, gay, and free,
+     And a merry ding-dong, happy let us be!
+
+
+THE OLD WOMAN IN THE BASKET
+
+     There was an old woman tossed up in a basket,
+       Nineteen times as high as the moon;
+     Where she was going I couldn't but ask it
+       For in her hand she carried a broom.
+
+     "Old woman, old woman, old woman, quoth I,
+       O whither, O whither, O whither so high?"
+     "To brush the cobwebs off the sky!"
+       "Shall I go with thee?" "Aye, by-and-by."
+
+
+  [Illustration: _From a Drawing by Arthur Rackham_
+       "Where she was going I couldn't but ask it,
+        For in her hand she carried a broom."]
+
+
+THE FOX AND THE OLD GRAY GOOSE
+
+               The fox and his wife they had a great strife,
+               They never ate mustard in all their whole life;
+               They ate their meat without fork or knife,
+                 And loved to be picking a bone, e-ho!
+
+     The fox jumped up on a moonlight night,
+     The stars they were shining, and all things bright.
+     Oh, ho! said the fox, it's a very fine night
+       For me to go through the town, e-ho!
+
+               The fox when he came to yonder stile,
+               He lifted his lugs and he listened awhile;
+               Oh, ho, said the fox, it's but a short mile
+                 From this unto yonder wee town, e-ho!
+
+     The fox when he came to the farmer's gate,
+     Who should he see but the farmer's drake;
+     I love you well for your master's sake,
+       And long to be picking your bone, e-ho!
+
+               The gray goose she ran round the hay-stack.
+               Oh, ho! said the fox, you are very fat;
+               You'll grease my beard and ride on my back
+                 From this unto yonder wee town e-ho!
+
+     Old Gammer Hipple-hopple hopped out of bed,
+     She opened the casement, and popped out her head.
+     Oh! husband, oh! husband, the gray goose is dead,
+       And the fox is gone through the town, oh!
+
+               Then the old man got up in his red cap,
+               And swore he would catch the fox in a trap;
+               But the fox was too cunning, and gave him the slip,
+                 And ran through the town, the town, e-oh!
+
+     When he got to the top of the hill,
+     He blew his trumpet both loud and shrill,
+     For joy that he was safe
+       Through the town, e-oh!
+
+               When the fox came back to his den,
+               He had young ones, both nine and ten.
+               "You're welcome home, daddy; you may go again,
+                 If you bring us such nice meat from the town, e-oh!"
+
+
+  [Illustration: JACK FELL DOWN ...]
+
+
+JACK AND JILL
+
+     Jack and Jill went up the hill,
+       To draw a pail of water;
+     Jack fell down and broke his crown,
+       And Jill came tumbling after.
+
+     Up Jack got, and home did trot
+       As fast as he could caper;
+     Went to bed to mend his head,
+       With vinegar and brown paper.
+
+     Jill came in, and she did grin
+       To see his paper plaster;
+     Mother, vexed, did whip her next
+       For causing Jack's disaster.
+
+
+WILLY BOY
+
+     Willy boy, Willy boy, where are you going?
+       I will go with you if I may
+    "I'm going to the meadow to see them a-mowing,
+       I'm going to help them make the hay."
+
+
+BONNY LASS
+
+     Bonny lass, bonny lass, wilt thou be mine?
+     Thou shalt not wash dishes, nor yet serve the swine:
+     Thou shalt sit on a cushion, and sew a fine seam,
+     And thou shalt eat strawberries, sugar, and cream!
+
+
+OH, WHERE ARE YOU GOING?
+
+     Oh, where are you going,
+       My pretty maiden fair,
+     With your red rosy cheeks,
+       And your coal-black hair?
+
+     I'm going a-milking,
+       Kind sir, says she,
+     And it's dabbling in the dew
+       Where you'll find me.
+
+
+BOBBY SHAFTOE
+
+     Bobby Shaftoe's gone to sea,
+     Silver buckles on his knee;
+     He'll come back and marry me,
+       Pretty Bobby Shaftoe.
+
+     Bobby Shaftoe's fat and fair,
+     Combing down his yellow hair,
+     He's my love for evermair,
+       Pretty Bobby Shaftoe.
+
+
+DING-DONG-BELL
+
+     Ding--
+         Dong--
+             Bell!
+                 Pussy's in the well.
+       Who put her in? Little Johnny Green.
+       Who pulled her out? Big Johnny Stout.
+         What a naughty boy was that,
+         To drown poor pussy cat,
+       Who never did him any harm,
+       And killed the mice in his father's barn.
+
+
+LONDON BRIDGE
+
+     London bridge is broken down,
+         Dance over my Lady Lee,
+     London bridge is broken down,
+         With a gay ladye.
+
+     How shall we build it up again?
+         Dance over my Lady Lee,
+     How shall we build it up again?
+         With a gay ladye.
+
+     We'll build it up with gravel and stone,
+         Dance over my Lady Lee,
+     We'll build it up with gravel and stone,
+         With a gay ladye.
+
+     Gravel and stone will be washed away,
+         Dance over my Lady Lee,
+     Gravel and stone will be washed away,
+         With a gay ladye.
+
+     We'll build it up with iron and steel,
+         Dance over my Lady Lee,
+     We'll build it up with iron and steel,
+         With a gay ladye.
+
+     Iron and steel will bend and break,
+         Dance over my Lady Lee,
+     Iron and steel will bend and break,
+         With a gay ladye.
+
+     We'll build it up with silver and gold,
+         Dance over my Lady Lee,
+     We'll build it up with silver and gold,
+         With a gay ladye.
+
+     Silver and gold will be stolen away,
+         Dance over my Lady Lee,
+     Silver and gold will be stolen away,
+         With a gay ladye.
+
+     We'll set a man to watch it then,
+         Dance over my Lady Lee,
+     We'll set a man to watch it then,
+         With a gay ladye.
+
+     We'll put a pipe within his mouth,
+         Dance over my Lady Lee,
+     We'll put a pipe within his mouth,
+         With a gay ladye.
+
+
+  [Illustration: "Bobby Shaftoe's gone to sea."]
+
+
+GREEN GRAVEL
+
+     All round the green gravel the grass grows so green,
+     And all the pretty maids are fit to be seen,
+     Wash them in milk, dress them in silk,
+     And the first to go down shall be married in green.
+
+
+OLD MOTHER HUBBARD
+
+       Old Mother Hubbard
+       Went to the cupboard
+     To get her poor dog a bone;
+       But when she came there
+       The cupboard was bare,
+     And so the poor dog had none.
+
+     She went to the baker's
+       To buy him some bread,
+     But when she came back
+       The poor dog was dead.
+
+     She went to the joiner's
+       To buy him a coffin,
+     But when she came back
+       The poor dog was laughing.
+
+     She went to the butcher's
+       To get him some tripe,
+     But when she came back
+       He was smoking his pipe.
+
+     She went to the hatter's
+       To buy him a hat,
+     But when she came back
+       He was feeding the cat.
+
+     She went to the barber's
+       To buy him a wig,
+     But when she came back
+       He was dancing a jig.
+
+     She went to the tailor's
+       To buy him a coat,
+     But when she came back
+       He was riding a goat.
+
+     She went to the cobbler's
+       To buy him some shoes,
+     But when she came back
+       He was reading the news.
+
+     She went to the seamstress
+       To buy him some linen,
+     But when she came back
+       The dog was a-spinning.
+
+     She went to the hosier's
+       To buy him some hose,
+     But when she came back
+       He was dressed in his clothes.
+
+     The dame made a curtsey,
+       The dog made a bow;
+     The dame said, "Your servant."
+       The dog said, "Bow, wow."
+
+
+  [Illustration: THE STORY OF MOTHER HUBBARD, TOLD IN JAPANESE PICTURES.]
+
+
+LITTLE BO-PEEP
+
+     Little Bo-Peep, she lost her sheep,
+       And can't tell where to find them;
+     Leave them alone, and they'll come home,
+       And bring their tails behind them.
+
+     Little Bo-peep fell fast asleep,
+       And dreamed she heard them bleating;
+     When she awoke she found it a joke,
+       For they still were all fleeting.
+
+     Then up she took her little crook,
+       Determined for to find them,
+     She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed,
+       For they'd left their tails behind them!
+
+     It happened one day, as Bo-peep did stray
+       Unto a meadow hard by--
+     There she espied their tails side by side,
+       All hung on a tree to dry.
+
+     She heaved a sigh and wiped her eye,
+       Then went over hill and dale,
+     And tried what she could, as a shepherdess should,
+       To tack to each sheep its tail.
+
+
+COME OUT TO PLAY
+
+     Boys and girls, come out to play,
+     The moon does shine as bright as day;
+     Leave your supper, and leave your sleep,
+     And meet your playfellows in the street,
+     Come with a whoop and come with a call,
+     Come with a good will or not at all.
+     Up the ladder and down the wall,
+     A halfpenny roll will serve us all.
+     You find milk and I'll find flour,
+     And we'll have pudding in half an hour.
+
+
+LITTLE ROBIN REDBREAST
+
+     Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a tree,
+     Up went the Pussy-Cat, and down went he!
+     Down came Pussy-Cat, away Robin ran,
+     Says little Robin Redbreast--catch me if you can.
+
+     Little Robin Redbreast jumped upon a spade,
+     Pussy-Cat jumped after him, and then he was afraid.
+     Little Robin chirped and sung, and what did Pussy say?
+     Pussy-Cat said Mew, mew, mew--and Robin flew away.
+
+
+LITTLE BOY BLUE
+
+     Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn,
+     The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn.
+     What! Is this the way you mind your sheep,
+     Under the haycock, fast asleep?
+
+
+MY MAID MARY
+
+           My maid Mary
+           She minds her dairy,
+     While I go a-hoeing and mowing each morn.
+           Merrily runs the reel
+           And the little spinning-wheel
+     While I am singing and mowing my corn.
+
+
+BEGGARS ARE COME TO TOWN
+
+         Hark! Hark!
+         The dogs do bark!
+     The beggars are come to town;
+
+         Some in rags,
+         Some in jags,
+     And some in velvet gowns.
+
+          *       *       *
+
+     Bow-Wow-Wow!
+     Whose Dog art thou?
+     Little Tom Tinker's Dog,
+     Bow-Wow-Wow!
+
+
+BLOW, WIND, BLOW!
+
+     Blow, wind, blow! and go, mill, go!
+     That the miller may grind his corn;
+     That the baker may take it,
+     And into rolls make it,
+     And send us some hot in the morn.
+
+
+BYE, BABY BUNTING
+
+     Bye, Baby bunting,
+     Father's gone a-hunting,
+       Mother's gone a-milking,
+       Sister's gone a-silking,
+     And Brother's gone to buy a skin,
+     To wrap the Baby bunting in.
+
+
+THREE LITTLE KITTENS
+
+     Three little kittens, they lost their mittens,
+       And they began to cry:
+         "O mother dear,
+         We very much fear,
+       That we have lost our mittens."
+         Lost your mittens!
+         You naughty kittens!
+       Then you shall have no pie.
+           "Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow,"
+       No, you shall have no pie.
+           "Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow."
+
+     The three little kittens, they found their mittens,
+       And they began to cry:
+         "O mother dear,
+         See here, see here!
+       See! we have found our mittens."
+         Put on your mittens
+         You silly kittens,
+       And you may have some pie.
+           "Purr-r, purr-r, purr-r,
+       O let us have the pie.
+           Purr-r, purr-r, purr-r."
+
+     The three little kittens put on their mittens,
+       And soon ate up the pie;
+         "O mother dear,
+         We greatly fear,
+       That we have soiled our mittens."
+         Soiled your mittens!
+         You naughty kittens!
+       Then they began to sigh,
+           "Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow."
+       Then they began to sigh,
+           "Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow."
+
+     The three little kittens, they washed their mittens.
+       And hung them out to dry;
+         "O mother dear,
+         Do you not hear,
+       That we have washed our mittens?"
+         Washed your mittens!
+         Oh, you're good kittens.
+       But I smell a rat close by;
+           Hush! Hush! "Mee-ow, mee-ow.
+       We smell a rat close by,
+           Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow."
+
+
+TOM WAS A PIPER'S SON
+
+     Tom, Tom was a piper's son,
+     He learned to play when he was young,
+     And all the tune that he could play
+     Was "Over the hills and far away."
+     Over the hills, and a great way off,
+     The wind will blow my top-knot off.
+
+     Now, Tom with his pipe made such a noise
+     That he well pleased both the girls and boys,
+     And they always stopped to hear him play
+     "Over the hills and far away."
+
+
+DAFFY-DOWN-DILLY
+
+     Daffy-down-dilly is new come to town,
+     With a petticoat green, and a bright yellow gown,
+     And her white blossoms are peeping around.
+
+
+BILLY BOY
+
+     Oh, where have you been, Billy Boy, Billy Boy,
+       Oh, where have you been, charming Billy?
+     "I have been to seek a wife,
+     She's the joy of my life,
+       She's a young thing and cannot leave her mother."
+
+     What work can she do, Billy Boy, Billy Boy,
+       What work can she do, charming Billy?
+     "She can brew and she can bake,
+     She can make a wedding cake--
+       She's a young thing and cannot leave her mother."
+
+     Can she make a cherry pie, Billy Boy, Billy Boy,
+       Can she make a cherry pie, charming Billy?
+     "She can make a cherry pie
+     Quick's cat can wink her eye--
+       She's a young thing and cannot leave her mother."
+
+     How old is she, Billy Boy, Billy Boy,
+       How old is she, charming Billy?
+     "She is three times six, four times seven,
+     Twenty-eight and eleven--
+       She's a young thing and cannot leave her mother."
+
+
+THREE WISE MEN OF GOTHAM
+
+     Three wise men of Gotham
+     Went to sea in a bowl,
+     And if the bowl had been stronger
+     My song had been longer.
+
+
+LITTLE TOMMY TUCKER
+
+     "Little Tommy Tucker,
+       Sing for your supper."
+     "What shall I sing?"
+       "White bread and butter."
+     "How shall I cut it
+       Without any knife?
+     How shall I marry
+       Without any wife?"
+
+
+PUSSY AND THE MICE
+
+     Nine little mice sat down to spin;
+     Pussy passed by, and she peeped in.
+     "What are you at, my little men?"
+     "Making coats for gentlemen."
+     "Shall I come in and bite off your threads?"
+     "No, no, Miss Pussy, you'll snip off our heads."
+
+
+WHEN I WAS A LITTLE BOY
+
+     When I was a little boy, I lived by myself,
+     And all the bread and cheese I got I put upon a shelf;
+     The rats and the mice, they made such a strife,
+     I was forced to go to London to buy me a wife.
+     The streets were so broad, and the lanes were so narrow,
+     I was forced to bring my wife home in a wheelbarrow;
+     The wheelbarrow broke, and my wife had a fall,
+     And down came the wheelbarrow, wife, and all.
+
+
+CHINESE MOTHER-GOOSE RHYMES
+
+BY PROF ISAAC TAYLOR HEADLAND
+
+LITTLE FAT BOY
+
+     What a bonny little fellow is this fat boy of mine!
+       He makes people die of joy!
+     What a fine little fellow is this fat boy of mine!
+       Now whose is this loving little boy?
+
+     [Illustration: THE LITTLE FAT BOY.]
+
+       Do you want to buy a beauty?
+       Do you want to buy a beauty?
+     If you buy him he will watch your house,
+       And do it as his duty.
+
+     And no matter as to servants,
+       You may have them or may not,
+     But you'll never need to lock your door,
+       Or give your house a thought.
+
+
+  [Illustration: A FINGER TEST.]
+
+A FINGER TEST
+
+     You strike three times on the top, you see,
+     And strike three times on the bottom for me,
+     Then top and bottom you strike very fast,
+     And open a door in the middle at last.
+
+
+  [Illustration: "OUR BABY," IN CHINESE CHARACTERS.]
+
+OUR BABY
+
+     Mrs. Chang, Mrs. Lee,
+     Mama has a small babee;
+     Stands up firm,
+     Sits up straight,
+     Won't eat milk,
+     But lives on cake.
+
+  [Illustration: OUR BABY.]
+
+
+  [Illustration: THE LITTLE GOLDEN SISTER.]
+
+THE LITTLE GOLDEN SISTER
+
+     My little golden sister
+       Rides a golden horse slow,
+     And we'll use a golden whip
+       If the horse doesn't go.
+
+     A little gold fish
+       In a gold bowl we see,
+     And a gold-colored bird
+       On a gold-blossomed tree.
+
+     A gold-plated god
+       In a gold temple stands,
+     With a gold-plated baby
+       In his gold-plated hands.
+
+
+TEN FINGERS
+
+(_A Chinese finger-play_)
+
+     Three horses are drinking,
+       Three horses are feeding,
+     The two men are fighting,
+       The old woman pleading,
+     The baby is crying,
+       But no one is heeding.
+
+  [Illustration: TEN FINGERS.]
+
+  [Illustration: "TEN FINGERS," IN CHINESE CHARACTERS.]
+
+
+A RIDDLE
+
+     A plum blossom foot,
+       And a pudding face sweet;
+     He's taller when he's sitting
+       Than when standing on his feet.
+
+  [Illustration: A RIDDLE.]
+
+
+THE FIVE FINGERS
+
+(_Another finger-play_)
+
+     A great big brother,
+       And a little brother so,
+     A big bell-tower,
+       And a temple and a show,
+     And little baby wee, wee,
+       Always wants to go.
+
+  [Illustration: THE FIVE FINGERS.]
+
+
+LADYBUG
+
+     Ladybug, ladybug,
+       Fly away, do;
+     Fly to the mountain,
+       And feed upon dew.
+
+     Feed upon dew,
+       And sleep on a rug,
+     And then run away
+       Like a good little bug.
+
+  [Illustration: "LADYBUG," IN CHINESE CHARACTERS.]
+
+  [Illustration: LADYBUG.]
+
+
+THE SPIDER
+
+     Oh, my dear brother spider,
+       With your body big and red,
+     From the eaves you are hanging
+       On a single little thread.
+
+  [Illustration: THE SPIDER.]
+
+
+  [Illustration: "THE GREAT WALL," IN CHINESE CHARACTERS.]
+
+THE GREAT WALL
+
+     The wily Emperor Tsin Chi-hwang
+     He built a wall both great and strong.
+     The steps were narrow, but the wall was stout,
+     So it kept the troublesome Tartars out.
+
+
+
+
+#MOTHER GOOSE CONTINUED#
+BY ANNA MARION SMITH
+
+
+
+
+"Pussy cat, Pussy cat"
+
+     "Pussy cat, pussy cat, where have you been?"
+     "I've been to London, to see the Queen."
+     "Pussy cat, pussy cat, what did you there?"
+     "I frightened a little mouse under the chair."
+
+     "What did you say when you'd made your best bow?"
+     "I opened my mouth and remarked '_miaow_.'"
+     "What did the Queen say in answer to that?"
+     "She screamed a little, and then she said, 'SCAT!'"
+
+
+Little Boy Blue
+
+    "Little boy Blue, come blow your horn,
+     The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn.
+     Is this the way you mind your sheep,--
+     Under the haystack, fast asleep?"
+
+     Little boy Blue, awake, awake,
+     And see how merry your charges make!
+     Through field and garden their course they steer,
+     And the mischief they're doing,--oh dear, oh dear!
+
+
+PAT-A-CAKE
+
+     "Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man
+       Bake me a cake as quick as you can
+     Pat it and prick it, and mark it with B,
+       And put it in the oven for baby and me."
+
+     Hurry it, hurry it, baker's man;
+     Bring it to us as quick as you can.
+     I hope it has raisins by way of surprise,
+     And little black currants that look just like eyes.
+
+     Here it comes, here it comes, baby mine.
+     Never was cake that was half so fine;
+     Brown as a berry, and hot from the pan,--
+     Thank you, oh thank you, you good baker's man!
+
+          *       *       *
+
+     "Hickory, dickory, dock.
+     The mouse ran up the clock,
+       The clock struck one,
+       The mouse ran down,--
+     Hickory, dickory, dock."
+
+     Hickory, dickory, dock,
+     Again he tried the clock,
+       This time,--don't frown,--
+       The _clock_ ran down!
+     Hickory, dickory, dock.
+
+
+HOW MANY MILES TO BABYLON?
+
+    "HOW MANY MILES TO BABYLON?
+       THREE SCORE MILES AND TEN
+     CAN I GET THERE BY CANDLELIGHT?
+       YES, AND BACK AGAIN."
+
+     How shall I go to Babylon?
+       Who will tell me true?
+     Oh, there are trains, and there are boats,
+       And automobiles too.
+
+     And one may ride a bicycle,
+       Or go in a balloon;
+     Or one may travel on his feet
+       And get there 'most as soon.
+
+     For trains go off the track, you see,
+       And boats go down below;
+     And automobiles go to smash
+       In ways that none may know.
+
+     And tires of bicycles go pop,
+       Balloons will go and balk,
+     So taking all in all, I think
+       If I were you, I'd walk.
+
+
+Hark! Hark!
+
+       Hark, Hark the dogs do bark!
+     The beggars have come to town.
+     Some in rags, and some in tags,
+       And some in velvet gowns.
+
+     Hear, hear, they're drawing near!
+       Just hark to the tramp of feet!
+     So haste about, set tables out,
+       And get them food to eat.
+
+     Run, run, the turkey's done!
+       I hope it is nicely dressed,
+     For those who shirk and will not work
+       Are sure to want the best.
+
+
+There Was an Old Woman
+
+    "There was an old woman
+     Who lived in a shoe,
+     Who had so many children
+     She didn't know what to do
+     She gave them some broth
+     Without any bread
+     And whipped them all soundly
+     And sent them to bed."
+
+ [Illustration:
+     There was an old woman who lived in a shoe.
+     She had so many children she didn't know what to do;
+     She gave them some broth without any bread;
+     She whipped them all soundly, and put them to bed.
+     FROM A DRAWING BY P. VINTON BROWN]
+
+     Now it happened that Santa Claus,
+       Passing that way,
+     Peeped into the shoe top
+       And saw how they lay--
+     With their round, rosy faces
+       All shining with tears,
+     And resolved to do something
+       To comfort the dears.
+
+     So while they were sleeping
+       In woful array,
+     He bundled those children
+       Right into his sleigh;
+     And cracking his whip
+       As his reindeers sped forth,
+     Away they all flew
+       To his home in the North.
+
+     What wonders he showed them,
+       Such beautiful toys!
+     Such dolls for the girls,
+       And such drums for the boys!
+     Such farms and such stables,
+       Such monkeys and bears,
+     Such dishes and tables
+       And tiny dolls' chairs!
+
+     And when they had seen
+       All the wonderful things
+     Which each winter, at Christmas,
+       Dear Santa Claus brings,
+     He gave them, to make
+       Their enchantment complete,
+     Just all of the candy
+       And cake they could eat.
+
+     When they told of their travels,
+       Their mother, it seems,
+     Only laughed, and declared
+       They were nothing but dreams.
+     I am sure, though, things _must_
+       Have occurred as they say,
+     Else why were they, all of them,
+       Ill the next day?
+
+
+Humpty Dumpty
+
+    "Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall.
+     Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
+     All the King's horses and all the King's men
+     Couldn't put Humpty Dumpty together again."
+
+                    I
+     There he lay, stretched out on the ground,
+     While all the company gathered around;
+     When, valiantly stifling his tears and his groans,
+     He sadly addressed them in quavering tones.
+
+                    II
+    "Friends," said Humpty, wiping his eyes,
+    "This sudden descent was an awful surprise.
+     It inclines me to think,--you may laugh at my views,--
+     That a seat that is humble is safest to choose.
+
+                    III
+    "All are not fitted to sit on a wall,
+     Some have no balance, and some are too small;
+     Many have tried it and found, as I guess,
+     They've ended, like me, in a terrible mess.
+
+                    IV
+    "Hark, you horses, and all you king's men!
+     Hear it, and never forget it again!
+     'Tis those who are patient in seats that are low,
+     Who some day get up in high places and crow."
+
+                    V
+     Then they took him and put him to bed.
+     I hope you'll remember the things that he said;
+     For all the king's horses and all the king's men
+     Never once thought of his sermon again.
+
+
+The Queen of Hearts
+
+    "The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts
+         All on a summer's day
+     The Knave of Hearts, he stole those tarts
+         And with them ran away.
+     The King of Hearts called for the tarts
+         And beat the Knave full sore.
+     The Knave of Hearts brought back the tarts,
+         And vowed he'd steal no more."
+
+     This noble queen, with mind serene,
+       Then made a mammoth cake.
+     The naughty knave for cake did crave,
+       And off with it did make.
+     The haughty king, for punishing,
+       Would have him eat it all,
+     Which made the knave--unhappy slave--
+       Too sick to speak or crawl.
+
+     Since then, at ease, their majesties
+       Eat pastries every day.
+     The knave affirms his stomach squirms,
+       And looks the other way.
+     Alas, alas, to such a pass
+       Doth gluttony invite!
+     'Tis very sad to be so bad,
+       And lose one's appetite.
+
+     Next day the queen, with lofty mien,
+       Prepared some lovely pies.
+     The feeble knave side-glances gave
+       At them with longing eyes.
+     The cruel king, with mocking fling,
+       Said: "Do, now, have some pie!"
+     The qualmish knave, no longer brave,
+       Could only groan, "Not I."
+
+
+One Misty Moisty Morning
+
+        "One misty, moisty morning
+         When cloudy was the weather
+     I chanced to meet an old man clothed all in leather.
+     He began to compliment, and I began to grin,
+     How do you do, and how do you do
+         And how do you do again?"
+
+         This morning as I wandered
+         To enjoy the charming weather,
+     I met a man in goggles and a modern suit of leather.
+     He began to toot a horn and I began to run,
+     He knocked me flat nor cared for that;
+         And down the road he spun.
+
+
+OLD KING COLE
+
+     "Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
+      And a merry old soul was he:
+      He called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl,
+      And he called for his fiddlers three.
+      Every fiddler had a fine fiddle,
+      And a very fine fiddle had he:
+      (Twee-tweedle-dee, tweedle-dee, went the fiddlers three)--
+      Oh, there's none so rare as can compare
+        With King Cole and his fiddlers three!"
+
+                    I
+     Good Queen Kate was his royal mate,
+       And a right royal mate was she:
+     She would frequently state that carousing till late
+       Was something that never should be.
+     But every fiddler had such a fine fiddle,--
+       Oh, such a fine fiddle had he,--
+     That old King Cole, in his inmost soul,
+       Was as restive as he could be.
+
+                    II
+     When thus spoke she to his majesty,
+       He planted his crown on tight.
+     "We will wait," whispered he to the fiddlers three,
+       "Till the Queen has retired for the night."
+     Every fiddler then tuned up his fiddle,
+       And tuned it as true as could be:
+     While old King Cole got his pipe and bowl
+       And replenished them secretly.
+
+                    III
+     So gay they grew as the night hours flew,
+       He forgot how the time sped away;
+     Till swift overhead he heard the Queen's tread
+     As she sprang out of bed, when he hurriedly said
+       They might finish the tune the next day.
+     Every fiddler he had a fine fiddle,
+       And a very fine fiddle had he:
+     Oh, 't was not fair such a concert rare
+       Should be ended so suddenly!
+
+
+PUSSY SITS BESIDE THE FIRE
+
+     "Pussy sits beside the fire
+        How can she be fair?
+      Then comes in the little dog.
+        "Pussy, are you there?
+      So so, dear Mistress Pussy,
+        Pray tell me how you do?"
+     "Indeed, I thank you little dog,
+        I'm very well just now."
+
+     "Fy, pussy, what a lazy cat,
+        On such a pleasant day
+      To sit and drowse beside the fire
+        And sleep the hours away!
+      A self-respecting dog would think
+        Himself a sorry cur,
+      If he did nothing all day long
+        But fold his arms and purr!"
+
+     "Now, sir, you needn't criticize
+        Because I sit and blink,
+      For while my eyes are shut, like this,
+        I think, and think, and think.
+      And when I purr, please understand
+        I work with all my might,
+      A-humming over songs I sing
+        When I go out at night.
+
+     "Excuse me. Now I'll close my eyes,
+        And think a little more.
+      On busy days like this, I show
+        My visitors the door.
+      'T is only little dogs who judge
+        That one must idle be,
+      Unless one's chasing round and round
+       Or barking up a tree."
+
+
+THE NORTH WIND DOTH BLOW
+
+    "The north wind doth blow, and we shall have snow,
+     And what will the robin do then, poor thing?
+     He'll sit in the barn and keep himself warm,
+     And hide his head under his wing, poor thing."
+
+     But never a word of plaint will be heard
+     From robin, no matter how tired and cold;
+     For well will he know that the winter will go,
+     And the blossoms and greenness of spring unfold.
+
+     And when the warm sun says winter is done,
+     He'll gladden us all with his cheery song;
+     And never will fret if the season is wet,
+     Or wail that the winter was hard and long.
+
+
+I HAD A LITTLE HUSBAND
+
+    "I had a little husband
+     No bigger than my thumb,
+     I put him in a pint pot,
+     And there I bid him drum
+     I bought a little handkerchief
+     To wipe his little nose,
+     And a pair of little garters
+     To tie his little hose."
+
+     I bought a little carriage
+       And took him out to ride,
+     And yet with all my efforts
+       He wasn't satisfied.
+     I never would have married,
+       Now this I do declare,--
+     If I'd supposed a husband
+       Was such an awful care.
+
+
+There was a man in our town
+
+    "There was a man in our town,
+     And he was wondrous wise
+     He jumped into a bramble bush
+     And scratched out both his eyes.
+     And when he saw his eyes were out,
+     With all his might and main
+     He jumped into another bush
+     And scratched them in again."
+
+     This clever man then hastened on
+       And bought a pair of shears,
+     But when he tried to cut with them,
+       He snipped off both his ears.
+     And when he heard his ears were off,
+       ('T was told him o'er and o'er),
+     He seized the shears and snipped them back
+       As they had been before.
+
+    "Because," said he, "wise men like me,
+       Who travel round about,
+     And keep their eyes, and use them well,
+       May find some people out.
+     And if they also use their ears,
+       And hark what hearsay brings,
+     They're likewise pretty sure to hear
+       Some very funny things."
+
+
+SEE SAW, SACARADOWN
+
+     "See saw, sacaradown,
+     Which is the way to Boston town?
+     One foot up, the other foot down.
+     That is the way to Boston town."
+
+     See saw, steady and slow!
+     Other places there are, I know,
+     But they are not worth the trouble to go,
+     For Boston people have told me so.
+
+
+Sing a Song o' sixpence
+
+     "Sing a song o' sixpence
+       Pocket full of rye;
+     Four-and-twenty blackbirds
+       Baked in a pie.
+     When the pie was opened
+       The birds began to sing
+     Was not this a dainty dish
+       To set before the King?
+
+     The King was in his counting-house
+     Counting out his money;
+     The Queen was in the parlor,
+     Eating bread and honey.
+     The maid was in the garden
+     Hanging out the clothes
+     When along came a blackbird
+     And nipped off her nose."
+
+     Sing a song o' sixpence
+       A pocket full of rye;
+     I know another blackbird
+       Baked in a pie.
+     The maid it was who baked it
+       With all her might and main,
+     Resolved there'd be one blackbird
+       That shouldn't nip again.
+
+
+I LOVE LITTLE PUSSY
+
+    "I love little pussy, her coat is so warm,
+     And if I don't hurt her, she'll do me no harm.
+     I'll sit by the fire and give her some food,
+     And pussy will love me because I am good."
+
+     I never will dress her again, that is sure.
+     Her scratches, you see, are not easy to cure.
+     And I find that it takes much more time than you'd guess,
+     To sew up the rents in my dolly's best dress.
+
+     I'd give a good deal, if it wasn't for that,
+     To see how she'd look in my dolly's new hat.
+     But no, I'll not try it, you never can tell;
+     And politeness is best till one's scratches get well.
+
+
+The Horner Brothers
+
+BY Elizabeth Raymond Woodward
+
+     Jack Horner had three brothers,
+       Their names were Horner, too--
+     One was James, and one was George,
+       And the little one was Hugh.
+     And they always did exactly
+       What they saw Jackie do--
+     James and George and the littlest one,
+       The one whose name was Hugh.
+
+     So when Jack's Christmas pie was made,
+       They made three others, too--
+     One for James, and one for George,
+       And a little one for Hugh.
+     And _they_ sat up in corners,
+       As they'd seen Jackie do--
+     James and George and the littlest one,
+       The one whose name was Hugh.
+
+     I'm sure 't was _very_ lucky
+       (Does it not seem so to you?)
+     That the room had just four corners
+     For Jack James George and Hugh
+     For if Jackie had a corner,
+       There _must_ be corners, too,
+     For James and George and the littlest one,
+       The one whose name was Hugh.
+
+          *       *       *
+
+     A little old man
+       with a shiny bald head
+     Was told by his wife
+       they were all out of bread.
+     He puckered his lips
+       and replied with a frown,
+     "Then bring me some toast
+       that is crusty and brown."
+
+
+JINGLES
+
+
+THERE WAS A MAN IN OUR TOWN
+
+     There was a man in our town,
+       And all he did each day
+     Was to skip and hop along the streets
+       And on a trumpet play.
+
+
+A MOST WONDERFUL SIGHT
+
+     The most wonderful sight I ever did see
+     Was an owl on the branch of our old oak-tree;
+     His eyes were so large and his head was so small
+     That he seemed all eyes and no head at all.
+
+
+SAILING
+
+     Afloat, afloat, in a golden boat!
+       Hoist the sail to the breeze!
+     Steer by a star to lands afar
+       That sleep in the southern seas,
+       And then come home to our teas!
+
+
+An Up-to-date Pussy-cat.
+
+     Pussy cat, pussy cat, where have you been?
+     I've been to London in my new machine.
+     Pussy cat, pussy cat, what did you there?
+     The auto broke down and was hard to repair.
+                         Adeline Knapp.
+
+
+MISERY IN COMPANY
+
+     The rain is falling,
+       The fire is out!
+     Jane has the toothache,
+       John has the gout!
+
+
+COURT NEWS
+
+BY LUCY FITCH PERKINS
+
+     The king and queen went out to-day,
+     A-riding on a load of hay.
+     The king fell off and lost his crown,
+     The queen fell, too, and tore her gown.
+
+
+  [Illustration: Old Mother Goose.]
+
+A MESSAGE TO MOTHER GOOSE.
+
+By Ellen Manly.
+
+     Once on a time there lived a child--so it was told to me--
+       Who never heard of Mother Goose and her fine family.
+     The man who lived up in the moon he saw her with his eyes,
+       And told the shocking story to the Man so Wondrous Wise,
+     Who said the proper thing to do in such a case would be
+       To send the dreadful news at once to good old Mother G.
+
+     So off he ran to Old King Cole and told the Fiddlers Three,
+       And Old King Cole said, "Bless my soul! such things must never be!"
+     And, putting up his pipe, dispatched a Fiddler in a trice
+       To find Jack Horner and request the aid of his advice.
+
+     Jack Horner cried; "Alack-a-day! and can it really be,
+       There lives a child who never heard about my pie and me?
+     I cannot spread the news myself--I'm busy finding plums.
+       You'd better ask the King of France when next this way he comes!"
+
+     The King of France was close at hand, a-marching up the hill,
+       But kindly turned his men about to search for Jack and Jill;
+     And Jack and Jill, with all good-will, they hunted up Bo-Peep,
+       And then they wakened poor Boy Blue, beside the hay asleep.
+
+     Bo-Peep she left her wandering sheep; Boy Blue he blew his horn,
+       And sent the Knave of Hearts to tell the Maiden all Forlorn.
+     John Barleycorn, he heard the news, and Tom the Piper's Son;
+       And Tom set out to find John Stout as fast as he could run.
+
+     The story shocked Miss Muffet so she dropped her curds and whey
+       And flew to Mother Hubbard's house, but found her gone away
+     To buy her poor old dog a bone, and so she told Jack Sprat
+       As he was lecturing Tommy Green for drowning pussy cat.
+
+     Brave Tommy Tucker stopped his song at hearing what she said,
+       And, quite forgetting supper-time, his butter and his bread,
+     To Mary Quite Contrary went, as in the garden row
+       She raked the shells and silver bells that she had coaxed to grow!
+
+     Then Mary left her precious flowers and ran with might and main,
+       (The Man in Leather lent his coat in case it chanced to rain),
+     And came to Mother Goose's farm before Bow Bells could ring,
+       Which, Little Polly Flinders said, was quite a lucky thing.
+
+     Within her cosy little house beneath the jimcrack-tree
+       The worthy dame was just about to brew a cup of tea.
+     But when she heard the dreadful news she let the teapot fall,
+       And for her Sunday cap and gown impatiently did call.
+
+    "Quick! get my steeple hat," quoth she, "my newest high heeled shoes,
+       And bring my gander to the door; there is no time to lose!
+     I must away to Santa Claus before the set of sun,
+       To tell him this alarming tale and see what can be done!"
+
+     She wrapped her in her scarlet cloak, she donned her steeple hat;
+       The gander flapped his lovely wings and circled like a bat,
+     And then the noble bird away to Christmas Land did soar,
+       Nor slackened speed till they arrived at Santa Claus's door!
+
+     Good Santa Claus was overjoyed his dear old friend to see,
+       And treated her to cake and nuts from off a Christmas tree.
+     Just what was said on either side I can't exactly tell,
+       As nobody was near enough to hear it very well.
+
+     But this I've learned: old Santa Claus that very Christmas took
+       That poor, benighted little child a most enchanting book,
+     And now she knows old Mother Goose--her children great and small,
+       And, as good little folks should do, she dearly loves them all!
+
+
+
+
+#SLEEPY-TIME SONGS AND STORIES#
+
+
+
+
+SWEET AND LOW
+
+By Alfred, Lord Tennyson
+
+     Sweet and low, sweet and low,
+       Wind of the Western Sea.
+     Low, low, breathe and blow,
+       Wind of the Western Sea!
+     Over the rolling waters go,
+     Come from the dying Moon, and blow,
+       Blow him again to me;
+     While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps.
+
+     Sleep and rest, sleep and rest,
+       Father will come to thee soon;
+     Rest, rest on Mother's breast,
+       Father will come to thee soon;
+     Father will come to his Babe in the Nest,
+     Silver sails all out of the West
+       Under the Silver Moon;
+     Sleep, my little one, sleep my pretty one, sleep.
+
+
+THE SLEEPY-TIME STORY[C]
+
+BY GERTRUDE SMITH
+
+One night Arabella and Araminta's mamma was sewing, and their papa was
+reading his newspaper. And there was a fire in the grate--a warm, bright
+fire in the grate.
+
+And Arabella sat on the rug before the fire, and Araminta sat on the rug
+before the fire.
+
+And Arabella was playing with her little white kitty, and Araminta was
+playing with her little black kitty.
+
+And Arabella's little white kitty's name was Annabel, and Araminta's
+little black kitty's name was Lillabel.
+
+Arabella had a little red ball fastened to a long string, and Araminta
+had a little blue ball fastened to a long string. Arabella would roll
+her ball, and her little white kitty would run and jump for it. And
+Araminta would roll her ball, and her little black kitty would run and
+jump for it.
+
+The kittens were so cunning and funny, and they were having such a
+splendid time.
+
+Sometimes when Arabella's kitty would run very fast, or jump very high,
+Arabella would laugh until she tumbled right over on the floor.
+
+And sometimes when Araminta's kitty would run very fast, or jump very
+high, Araminta would laugh until she would tumble right over on the
+floor.
+
+Oh, they were having a splendid time.
+
+But all at once their mamma looked up from her sewing, and said,
+"Good-night, Arabella. Good-night, Araminta. The clock is on the stroke
+of eight."
+
+And their papa looked up from his paper, and said, "Yes, good-night,
+Arabella. Good-night, Araminta. The clock is on the stroke of eight."
+
+And Arabella said, "Oh, must we go to bed right now?"
+
+And Araminta said, "Oh, must we go to bed right now?"
+
+And their papa said, "Yes, indeed; yes, indeed. Good-night, Arabella.
+Good-night, Araminta. The clock is on the stroke of eight."
+
+Always, when it was bedtime, their papa and mamma would say,
+"Good-night, Arabella. Good-night, Araminta."
+
+And sometimes they were good, and sometimes they were bad; but they
+always ran away to bed.
+
+And their dear mamma always went with them and tucked them in and kissed
+them, and then came away downstairs and left them. And sometimes they
+were good, and sometimes they were bad; but they always went to sleep.
+
+But to-night their mamma said,
+
+     "Run and get your nighties, dears,
+       And get each a flannel gown,
+     And we'll sit and rock you here,
+       Till you go to sleepy-town."
+
+And Arabella ran upstairs and got her nighty and her little flannel
+gown. And Araminta ran upstairs and got her nighty and her little
+flannel gown. And their mamma undressed Arabella, and their papa
+undressed Araminta.
+
+Arabella's little flannel gown was red, and Araminta's little flannel
+gown was pink. When they had put them on over their nighties they were
+just as warm as toast.
+
+Arabella's kitty was playing with Araminta's kitty on the rug before the
+fire. They were rolling and tumbling and chasing each other, and they
+looked so cunning and sweet.
+
+And Arabella's mamma took Arabella on her lap, and Araminta's papa took
+Araminta on his lap.
+
+Arabella said, "Oh, I want my kitty in my lap, mamma!"
+
+And Araminta said, "Oh, I want my kitty in my lap, papa!"
+
+So they jumped down and caught the kitties.
+
+Their mamma rocked Arabella, and their papa rocked Araminta; and they
+sang to them,
+
+     "Now a nice little rock,
+      And never mind the clock,
+      Now a nice little rock,
+      And never mind the clock!"
+
+And they sang it over, and over, and over.
+
+     "Now a nice little rock,
+      And never mind the clock,
+      Now a nice little rock,
+      And never mind the clock!"
+
+And Arabella cuddled in her mamma's arms, and hugged her little kitty
+close; and Araminta cuddled in her papa's arms, and hugged her little
+kitty close.
+
+And their mamma sang, and their papa sang,
+
+     "Now she goes to sleepy-town, sleepy-town, sleepy-town;
+      Cuddled in her little gown, here she goes to sleepy-town."
+
+And they sang it over, and over, and over.
+
+     "Now she goes to sleepy-town, sleepy-town, sleepy-town;
+      Cuddled in her little gown, here she goes to sleepy-town."
+
+And very soon Arabella could only just hear her mamma singing, and very
+soon Araminta could only just hear her papa singing, "Sleepy-town,
+sleepy-town." And soon they couldn't hear them at all. They were sound
+asleep!
+
+And their mamma looked at their papa, and said, "Our precious little
+dears are both sound asleep."
+
+And their papa said, "Yes, our little pets have both reached
+sleepy-town."
+
+And Arabella's mamma carried her upstairs and put her in her little bed,
+and Araminta's papa carried her upstairs and put her in her little bed.
+And Arabella was hugging her white kitty up close in her arms and
+Araminta was hugging her black kitty up close in her arms. And the
+kitties were both sound asleep, too.
+
+But Arabella's kitty and Araminta's kitty did not sleep with them all
+night--oh, no indeed! They had a nice little, warm little, soft little
+bed down in the basement, close to the furnace.
+
+And their papa took the kitties out of their arms, and carried them down
+to their bed.
+
+And Arabella slept, and slept, and slept, and slept, and slept. And
+Araminta slept, and slept, and slept, and slept, and slept.
+
+And the little kitties in their soft little bed slept, and slept, too.
+All through the long, dark, beautiful night they slept.
+
+And the sun came, and the morning came, and it was another day!
+
+  [C] From "Arabella and Araminta Stories." Used by permission of
+  publishers, Small, Maynard & Co., Boston.
+
+
+THE GO-SLEEP STORY[D]
+
+BY EUDORA S. BUMSTEAD
+
+"How can I go to bed," said Penny, the flossy dog, "till I say
+good-night to Baby Ray? He gives me part of his bread and milk, and pats
+me with his little, soft hand. It is bedtime now for dogs and babies. I
+wonder if he is asleep?"
+
+So he trotted along in his silky, white nightgown till he found Baby Ray
+on the porch in mamma's arms.
+
+And she was telling him the same little story that I am telling you:
+
+     The doggie that was given him to keep, keep, keep,
+     Went to see if Baby Ray was asleep, sleep, sleep.
+
+"How can we go to bed," said Snowdrop and Thistledown, the youngest
+children of Tabby, the cat, "till we have once more looked at Baby Ray?
+He lets us play with his blocks and ball, and laughs when we climb on
+the table. It is bedtime now for kitties and dogs and babies. Perhaps
+we shall find him asleep." And this is what the kitties heard:
+
+     One doggie that was given him to keep, keep, keep,
+     Two cunning little kitty-cats, creep, creep, creep,
+     Went to see if Baby Ray was asleep, sleep, sleep.
+
+"How can we go to bed," said the three little Bunnies, "till we have
+seen Baby Ray?" Then away they went in their white, velvet nightgowns as
+softly as three flakes of snow. And they, too, when they got as far as
+the porch, heard Ray's mamma telling the same little story:
+
+     One doggie that was given him to keep, keep, keep,
+     Two cunning little kitty-cats, creep, creep, creep,
+     Three pretty little bunnies, with a leap, leap, leap,
+     Went to see if Baby Ray was asleep, sleep, sleep.
+
+"How can we go to bed," said the four white Geese, "till we know that
+Baby Ray is all right? He loves to watch us sail on the duck-pond, and
+he brings us corn in his little blue apron. It is bedtime now for geese
+and rabbits and kitties and dogs and babies, and he really ought to be
+asleep."
+
+So they waddled away in their white, feather nightgowns, around by the
+porch, where they saw Baby Ray, and heard mamma tell the "Go-Sleep"
+story:
+
+     One doggie that was given him to keep, keep, keep,
+     Two cunning little kitty-cats, creep, creep, creep,
+     Three pretty little bunnies, with a leap, leap, leap,
+     Four geese from the duck-pond, deep, deep, deep,
+     Went to see if Baby Ray was asleep, sleep, sleep.
+
+"How can we go to bed," said the five white Chicks, "till we have seen
+Baby Ray once more? He scatters crumbs for us and calls us. Now it is
+bedtime for chicks and geese and rabbits and kittens and dogs and
+babies, so little Ray must be asleep."
+
+Then they ran and fluttered in their downy, white nightgowns till they
+came to the porch, where little Ray was just closing his eyes, while
+mamma told the "Go-Sleep" story:
+
+     One doggie that was given him to keep, keep, keep,
+     Two cunning little kitty-cats, creep, creep, creep,
+     Three pretty little bunnies, with a leap, leap, leap,
+     Four geese from the duck-pond, deep, deep, deep,
+     Five downy little chicks, crying peep, peep, peep,
+     All saw that Baby Ray was asleep, sleep, sleep.
+
+  [D] Used by permission of _The Youth's Companion_.
+
+
+  [Illustration: THE LAND OF NOD]
+
+
+THE GENTLE DARK[E]
+
+BY W. GRAHAME ROBERTSON
+
+     So it is over, the long bright Day,
+       And little Maid Twilight, quiet and meek,
+     Comes stealing along in her creep-mouse way
+       Whispering low--for she may not speak--
+     "The Gentle Dark is coming to play
+       At a game of Hide and Seek."
+
+     Some babies are cross when she whispers them this,
+       And some are afraid and begin to cry.
+     I never can think what they find amiss.
+       Afraid of the Dark! I wonder why.
+     The Gentle Dark that falls like a kiss
+       Down from the sleepy sky.
+
+     O Gentle Dark, we know you are kind
+       By the lingering touch of your cool soft hand;
+     As over our eyes the veil you bind
+       We shut them tight at word of command,
+     You are only playing at Hoodman-Blind,
+       A game that we understand.
+
+     The voice is tender (O little one, hark!),
+       The eyes are kindly under the hood,
+     Blow out the candle, leave not a spark,
+       Trusting your friend as a playmate should.
+     Hold up your arms to the Gentle Dark,
+       The Dark that is kind and good.
+
+  [E] From "A Year of Song," by W. Grahame Robertson; used by permission
+  of the publishers, John Lane Company.
+
+
+THE FERRY FOR SHADOWTOWN
+
+     Sway to and fro in the twilight gray;
+       This is the ferry for Shadowtown;
+     It always sails at the end of the day,
+       Just as the darkness closes down.
+
+     Rest little head, on my shoulder, so;
+       A sleepy kiss is the only fare,
+     Drifting away from the world, we go,
+       Baby and I in the rocking-chair.
+
+     See where the fire-logs glow and spark,
+       Glitter the lights of the shadowland,
+     The raining drops on the window, hark!
+       Are ripples lapping upon its strand.
+
+     There, where the mirror is glancing dim,
+       A lake lies shimmering, cool and still.
+     Blossoms are waving above its brim,
+       Those over there on the window-sill.
+
+     Rock slow, more slow in the dusky light,
+       Silently lower the anchor down;
+     Dear little passenger, say "Good-night."
+       We've reached the harbor of Shadowtown.
+
+
+HUSH-A-BYE, BABY
+
+     Hush-a-bye, baby, in the tree top:
+     When the wind blows, the cradle will rock;
+     When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall,
+     Down will come baby, cradle, and all.
+
+
+THE KITTEN AND THE FALLING LEAVES
+
+BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH
+
+     See the kitten on the wall,
+     Sporting with the leaves that fall,
+     Withered leaves--one--two--and three--
+     From the lofty elder tree!
+     Through the calm and frosty air
+     Of this morning bright and fair,
+     Eddying round and round they sink
+     Softly, slowly: one might think
+     From the motions that are made,
+     Every little leaf conveyed
+     Sylph or fairy hither tending,
+     To this lower world descending,
+     Each invisible and mute,
+     In his wavering parachute.
+     But the kitten, how she starts,
+     Crouches, stretches, paws and darts!
+     First at one and then its fellow,
+     Just as light and just as yellow;
+     There are many now--now one--
+     Now they stop and there are none:
+     What intenseness of desire
+     In her upward eye of fire!
+     With a tiger-leap, halfway,
+     Now she meets the coming prey;
+     Lets it go as fast and then
+     Has it in her power again.
+     Now she works with three or four,
+     Like an Indian conjuror;
+     Quick as he in feats of art,
+     Far beyond in joy of heart.
+
+
+LATE
+
+By Josephine Preston Peabody
+
+     My father brought Somebody up
+       To show us all asleep.
+     They came as softly up the Stairs
+       As you could creep.
+
+     They whispered in the Doorway there,
+       And looked at us awhile.
+     I had my Eyes shut up, but I
+       Could feel him smile.
+
+     I shut my Eyes up close, and lay
+       As still as I could keep.
+     Because I knew He wanted us
+       To be asleep.
+
+From "The Book of the Little Past," by Josephine Preston Peabody;
+used by permission of the publishers, Houghton Mifflin Co.
+
+
+A BLESSING FOR THE BLESSED
+
+BY LAURENCE ALMA-TADEMA
+
+     When the sun has left the hilltop,
+       And the daisy-fringe is furled,
+     When the birds from wood and meadow
+       In their hidden nests are curled,
+     Then I think of all the babies
+       That are sleeping in the world.
+
+     There are babies in the high lands
+       And babies in the low,
+     There are pale ones wrapped in furry skins
+       On the margin of the snow,
+     And brown ones naked in the isles
+       Where all the spices grow.
+
+     And some are in the palace,
+       On a white and downy bed;
+     And some are in the garret,
+       With a clout beneath their head;
+     And some are on the cold, hard earth,
+       Whose mothers have no bread.
+
+     O little men and women,
+       Dear flowers yet unblown--
+     O little kings and beggars
+       Of the pageant yet unshown--
+     Sleep soft and dream pale dreams now,
+       To-morrow is your own.
+
+
+MY DOLLY
+
+     Hush, Dolly, bye, Dolly, sleep, Dolly, dear,
+     See what a bed, Dolly, I've for you here;
+     Therefore, to sleep, Dolly! don't fret and cry;
+     Lay down your head, Dolly, shut up your eye.
+
+     When the bright morn, Dolly, once more has come,
+     Up gets the sun, and goes forth to roam;
+     Then shall my dear Dolly soon get up, too;
+     Then shall be playtime for me and for you.
+
+     Now go to sleep, Dolly, good night to you;
+     You must to bed, Dolly--I'm going too;
+     Just go to sleep without trouble or pain,
+     And in the morning I'll come back again.
+
+
+THE CHILD AND THE WORLD
+
+     I see a nest in a green elm-tree
+     With little brown sparrows--one, two, three!
+     The elm-tree stretches its branches wide,
+     And the nest is soft and warm inside.
+     At morn the sun, so golden bright,
+     Climbs up to fill the world with light;
+     It opens the flowers, it wakens me,
+     And wakens the birdies--one, two, three.
+     And leaning out of my window high,
+     I look far up at the blue, blue sky,
+     And then far out at the earth so green,
+     And think it the loveliest ever seen--
+     The loveliest world that ever was seen!
+
+
+EVENING SONG
+
+BY C. FRANCES ALEXANDER
+
+     Little birds sleep sweetly
+       In their soft round nests,
+     Crouching in the cover
+       Of their mother's breasts.
+     Little lambs lie quiet,
+       All the summer night,
+     With their old ewe mothers,
+       Warm, and soft, and white.
+
+     But more sweet and quiet
+       Lie our little heads,
+     With our own dear mothers
+       Sitting by our beds;
+     And their soft sweet voices
+       Sing our hush-a-byes,
+     While the room grows darker,
+       As we shut our eyes.
+
+     And we play at evening
+       Round our father's knees;
+     Birds are not so merry,
+       Singing on the trees,
+     Lambs are not so happy,
+       'Mid the meadow flowers;
+     They have play and pleasure,
+       But not love like ours.
+
+
+ROCK-A-BYE, BABY
+
+     Rock-a-bye, baby, your cradle is green,
+     Father's a nobleman, mother's a queen,
+     And Betty's a lady, and wears a gold ring,
+     And Johnny's a drummer, and drums for the King.
+
+
+THE SANDMAN
+
+BY MARGARET VANDERGRIFT
+
+       The rosy clouds float overhead
+         The sun is going down,
+       And now the Sandman's gentle tread
+         Comes stealing through the town.
+       "White sand, white sand," he softly cries,
+         And as he shakes his hand,
+       Straightway there lies on babies' eyes
+         His gift of shining sand.
+       Blue eyes, black eyes, gray eyes and brown,
+     As shuts the rose, they softly close,
+           when he goes through the town.
+
+       From sunny beaches far away--
+         Yes, in another land--
+       He gathers up at break of day
+         His store of shining sand.
+       No tempests beat that shore remote,
+         No ships may sail that way,
+       His little boat alone may float
+         Within that lovely bay.
+       Blue eyes, gray eyes, black eyes and brown,
+     As shuts the rose, they softly close,
+           when he goes through the town.
+
+       He smiles to see the eyelids close
+         Above the happy eyes;
+       And every child right well he knows--
+         Oh, he is very wise!
+       But if, as he goes through the land,
+         A naughty baby cries,
+       His other hand takes dull gray sand
+         To close the wakeful eyes.
+       Blue eyes, gray eyes, black eyes and brown,
+     As shuts the rose, they softly close,
+           when he goes through the town.
+
+       So when you hear the Sandman's song
+         Sound through the twilight sweet,
+       Be sure you do not keep him long
+         A-waiting on the street.
+       Lie softly down, dear little head,
+         Rest quiet, busy hands,
+       Till, by your bed his good-night said,
+         He strews the shining sands.
+       Blue eyes, gray eyes, black eyes and brown,
+     As shuts the rose, they softly close,
+           when he goes through the town.
+
+
+THE FAIRY FOLK
+
+BY ROBERT BIRD
+
+     Come cuddle close in daddy's coat
+       Beside the fire so bright,
+     And hear about the fairy folk
+       That wander in the night.
+     For when the stars are shining clear
+       And all the world is still,
+     They float across the silver moon
+       From hill to cloudy hill.
+
+     Their caps of red, their cloaks of green,
+       Are hung with silver bells,
+     And when they're shaken with the wind
+       Their merry ringing swells,
+     And riding on the crimson moth,
+       With black spots on his wings,
+     They guide them down the purple sky
+       With golden bridle rings.
+
+     They love to visit girls and boys,
+       To see how sweet they sleep,
+     To stand beside their cozy cots
+       And at their faces peep.
+     For in the whole of fairy-land
+       They have no finer sight
+     Than little children sleeping sound
+       With faces rosy bright.
+
+     On tiptoe crowding round their heads,
+       When bright the moonlight beams,
+     They whisper little tender words
+       That fill their minds with dreams;
+     And when they see a sunny smile,
+       With lightest finger tips
+     They lay a hundred kisses sweet
+       Upon the ruddy lips.
+
+     And then the little spotted moths
+       Spread out their crimson wings,
+     And bear away the fairy crowd
+       With shaking bridle rings.
+     Come bairnies, hide in daddy's coat,
+       Beside the fire so bright--
+     Perhaps the little fairy folk
+       Will visit you to-night.
+
+
+QUEEN MAB
+
+BY THOMAS HOOD
+
+     A little fairy comes at night;
+       Her eyes are blue, her hair is brown,
+     With silver spots upon her wings,
+       And from the moon she flutters down.
+
+     She has a little silver wand,
+       And when a good child goes to bed,
+     She waves her wand from right to left,
+       And makes a circle round its head.
+
+     And then it dreams of pleasant things--
+       Of fountains filled with fairy fish,
+     And trees that bear delicious fruit.
+       And bow their branches at a wish.
+
+     Of arbors filled with dainty scents
+       From lovely flowers that never fade,
+     Bright flies that glitter in the sun,
+       And glow-worms shining in the shade.
+
+     And talking birds with gifted tongues
+       For singing songs and telling tales,
+     And pretty dwarfs to show the way
+       Through fairy hills and fairy dales.
+
+     But when a bad child goes to bed,
+       From left to right she weaves her rings,
+     And then it dreams all through the night
+       Of only ugly, horrid things!
+
+     Then lions come with glaring eyes,
+       And tigers growl, a dreadful noise,
+     And ogres draw their cruel knives,
+       To shed the blood of girls and boys.
+
+     Then stormy waves rush on to drown,
+       Or raging flames come scorching round,
+     Fierce dragons hover in the air,
+       And serpents crawl along the ground.
+
+     Then wicked children wake and weep,
+       And wish the long black gloom away;
+     But good ones love the dark, and find
+       The night as pleasant as the day.
+
+
+LULLABY
+
+BY GERTRUDE THOMPSON MILLER
+
+     Come lay your head on my breast, my dear,
+     That I may feel your sweet form near;
+     Then we'll rock, rock, in the rocking chair,
+     And play we're sailing up through the air.
+
+     Your body so warm, so close, and so round,
+     A more precious bundle ne'er was found;
+     Just nestle your head right here on my arm,
+     And Mother will keep you safe from all harm.
+
+     Now, we rock, rock, and away we go,
+     Over the houses and trees, just so,
+     Like the birds, we'll fly to a sunny land,
+     And there we'll join the fairies' band.
+
+     We'll take them to ride; we'll sail for home,
+     For Father is there, and he's all alone;
+     Then we'll alight on the nursery bed,
+     Fairies for company in Mother's stead.
+
+
+KENTUCKY BABE[F]
+
+BY RICHARD HENRY BUCK
+
+     Skeeters am a hummin' on de honeysuckle vine,
+       Sleep, Kentucky Babe!
+     San'man am a comin' to dis little coon of mine,--
+       Sleep, Kentucky Babe!
+     Silv'ry moon am shinin' in de heabens up above,
+     Bobolink am pinin' fo' his little lady love:
+     Yo' is mighty lucky, babe of old Kentucky,--
+       Close yo' eyes in sleep.
+
+     Fly away, Kentucky Babe, fly away to rest,
+     Lay yo' kinky, woolly head on yo' mammy's breast,--
+       Um-um-um-um,--
+       Close yo' eyes in sleep.
+
+     Daddy's in de canebrake wid his little dog and gun,--
+       Sleep, Kentucky Babe!
+     Possum fo' yo' breakfast when yo' sleepin' time is done,--
+       Sleep, Kentucky Babe!
+     Bogie man'll catch yo' sure unless yo' close yo' eyes,
+     Waitin' jes outside de doo' to take yo' by surprise!
+       Close yo' eyes in sleep.
+
+  [F] These words are published by the Company in the form of a musical
+  composition by Adam Geibel, the well-known composer.
+
+
+MY POSSESSIONS
+
+     I'm a rich man,
+       If ever there was one:
+     I've a horse and an apple,
+       And both are my own.
+
+     But some others might wish
+       Such fine presents to keep;
+     So I'll take them to bed,
+       To hold while asleep.
+
+     And when in the morning
+       I wake up once more,
+     I've my toy and my apple,
+       To me a rich store.
+
+
+THE WAKE-UP STORY[G]
+
+BY EUDORA S. BUMSTEAD
+
+The sun was up and the breeze was blowing, and the five chicks, and four
+geese, and three rabbits, and two kitties, and one little dog were just
+as noisy and lively as they knew how to be.
+
+They were all watching for Baby Ray to appear at the window, but he was
+still fast asleep in his little white bed, while mamma was making ready
+the things he would need when he would wake up.
+
+First, she went along the orchard path as far as the old wooden pump,
+and said: "Good pump, will you give me some nice, clear water for the
+baby's bath?"
+
+And the pump was willing.
+
+     The good old pump by the orchard path
+     Gave nice, clear water for the baby's bath.
+
+Then she went a little further on the path, and stopped at the woodpile,
+and said: "Good chips, the pump has given me nice, clear water for dear
+Baby Ray; will you come and warm the water and cook his food?"
+
+And the chips were willing.
+
+     The good old pump by the orchard path
+     Gave nice clear water for the baby's bath.
+     And the clean white chips from the pile of wood
+     Were glad to warm it and cook his food.
+
+So mamma went on till she came to the barn, and then said: "Good cow,
+the pump has given me nice, clear water, and the woodpile has given me
+clean, white chips for dear little Ray; will you give me warm, rich
+milk?"
+
+And the cow was willing.
+
+Then she said to the top-knot hen that was scratching in the straw:
+"Good Biddy, the pump has given me nice, clear water, and the woodpile
+has given me clean, white chips, and the cow has given me warm, rich
+milk for dear little Ray; will you give me a new-laid egg?"
+
+And the hen was willing.
+
+     The good old pump by the orchard path
+     Gave nice, clear water for the baby's bath.
+     The clean, white chips from the pile of wood
+     Were glad to warm it and cook his food.
+     The cow gave milk in the milk-pail bright,
+     And the top-knot Biddy an egg new and white.
+
+Then mamma went on till she came to the orchard, and said to a Red June
+apple tree: "Good tree, the pump has given me nice, clear water, and the
+woodpile has given me clean, white chips, and the cow has given me warm,
+rich milk, and the hen has given me a new-laid egg for dear little Ray;
+will you give me a pretty, red apple?"
+
+And the tree was willing.
+
+So mamma took the apple and the egg and the milk and the chips and the
+water to the house, and there was Baby Ray in his nightgown looking out
+of the window.
+
+And she kissed him and bathed him and dressed him, and while she brushed
+and curled his soft, brown hair, she told him the Wake-Up Story that I
+am telling you.
+
+     The good old pump by the orchard path
+     Gave nice, clear water for the baby's bath.
+     The clean, white chips from the pile of wood
+     Were glad to warm it and cook his food.
+     The cow gave milk in the milk-pail bright;
+     The top-knot Biddy an egg new and white;
+     And the tree gave an apple so round and so red,
+     For dear little Ray who was just out of bed.
+
+  [G] Used by permission of _The Youth's Companion_.
+
+
+
+
+#FIRST STORIES FOR VERY LITTLE FOLK#
+
+
+
+
+ABOUT SIX LITTLE CHICKENS
+
+BY S. L. ELLIOTT
+
+  [Illustration: "A LITTLE GIRL CAME OUT WITH SOME CORN-MEAL IN A DISH."]
+
+A Mother Biddy sat on her nest, with what do you think in the nest? Six
+smooth white eggs! After she had sat there quite a long time till she
+was very tired, what do you suppose happened to one of those eggs? There
+was a noise that went "snick, snick," and out of the shell stepped
+something like a little fuzzy ball, but with two bright eyes, and two
+bits of feet to walk on. What do you think it was? A little chicken?
+Yes, and Mother Biddy was so glad to see it, and she called it "Fluffy."
+And Fluffy said "Peep, peep! I have some brothers and sisters in the
+shells; if you call them, I think they will come." So Mother Biddy said
+"Cluck, cluck!" and something said: "Peep, peep!" and out came another
+chicken, as black as it could be, so Mother Biddy called it "Topsy."
+"Are there any more?" said Mother Biddy. "Yes. Peep, peep! We're coming;
+wait for us," and there came four more little chickens as fast as they
+could run. One was as white as snow, and Mother Biddy called it
+"Snowball." The next was yellow and white, and she named it "Daisy."
+Then there was a yellow one with a brown ring around its neck, and that
+was called "Brownie." And what do you think! one was all black, only it
+had a little white spot on the top of its head that looked like a cap,
+so Mother Biddy called it "Spottie." Now they were all out of their
+shells, and they said: "Peep, peep! We're hungry." So Mother Biddy said:
+"Cluck, cluck! Come see my babies," and out of the house, close by, came
+a little girl with some corn-meal in a dish, and my! wasn't she glad to
+see the chickens?
+
+  [Illustration: FLUFFY TOPSY SNOWBALL DAISY BROWNIE SPOTTIE]
+
+After they had eaten all they wanted, they thought they would take a
+walk and see this queer world they had come to live in.
+
+Pretty soon they came to a brook, and they all stood in a row and looked
+in. "Let us have a drink," they said, so they put their heads down,
+when--
+
+"Peep, peep!" said Spottie. "I see a little chicken with a spot on its
+head."
+
+"No, no," said Brownie; "it has a ring around its neck, and looks like
+me."
+
+"Peep, peep!" said Daisy. "I think it's like me, for it is yellow and
+white." And I don't know but they would all have tumbled in to see if
+they hadn't felt something drop right on the ends of their noses.
+"What's that?" said Fluffy.
+
+"Cluck, cluck!" said Mother Biddy. "Every chicken of you come in, for it
+is going to rain, and you'll get your feathers wet."
+
+So they ran as fast as they could, and in a few minutes the six little
+chickens were all cuddled under Mother Biddy's wing, fast asleep.
+
+
+"TRADE-LAST"
+
+BY LUCY FITCH PERKINS
+
+     "My frock is green."
+     "My frock is blue."
+     "You look pretty."
+     "So do you."
+
+
+PHILIP'S HORSE
+
+  [Illustration: PHILIP IN HIS "ROUGH-RIDER" SUIT.]
+
+Little Philip was very fond of horses, and as he was too old to sit on a
+chair or box or trunk and make believe a rocking-horse was pulling it
+along his bedroom floor, his father bought him a horse all spotted brown
+and white, with a beautiful white mane; and Philip loved to get up on
+his back.
+
+In winter he would go out in his sleigh, even when the snow was deep. It
+was jolly fun to be in the sleigh all wrapped up cozy and warm in furry
+robes. He would crack his long whip and make it sound almost as loud as
+a fire-cracker. He used to carry a make-believe pistol when he dressed
+up in his "Rough-Rider" suit and went horseback-riding. But all the
+neighbors thought it was funny that Philip would always leave the saddle
+on his horse when he went out in his sleigh. But you won't think it is
+funny when I tell you a secret--maybe you have guessed it
+already--Philip couldn't get the saddle off, because, don't you see, his
+horse was only a make-believe, hobby-horse.
+
+  [Illustration: PHILIP IN HIS SLEIGH.]
+
+
+The Kitten That Forgot How to Mew
+
+By Stella George Stern
+
+All little girls, and little boys too, like to read stories about
+kittens. Here is a story about a dear little kitten that belonged to a
+dear little girl named Peggy.
+
+Peggy had two brothers, and three cousins--all boys--and every boy had a
+little dog. At first the dogs would tease the kitten, but they soon
+learned better. The dogs and the kitten played together. All day long,
+out in the yard, you could hear them going, "Bow-wow!" and "Mew!"
+
+But, you see, there was only one little "Mew" and ever so many
+"Bow-wows," and after a while the kitten hardly ever spoke at all.
+
+But one day the kitten wanted to mew, and--what do you suppose?--she had
+forgotten how to do it! She tried and tried, and all she could say was
+"M-m-m-bow!"--just as much like a dog as a kitten. She was so sad. She
+ran out into the yard and cried.
+
+The Big White Hen passed by and asked what was the matter.
+
+"Oh, Big White Hen," sobbed the kitten, "I have forgotten how to talk
+kitten-talk. I try and I try, and all I can say is, M-m-m-bow!"
+
+"Never mind, Kitty Cat," said the Hen; "I will teach you to talk. Listen
+to this: M-m-m-cut, cut, cut, cut, cut-ca-_da_-cut!"
+
+"No," said the kitten; "that's not the way to talk kitten-talk." And she
+cried again.
+
+Then along came the Sheep and asked, "What is the matter?"
+
+"Oh, Sheep," sobbed the kitten, "I have forgotten how to talk
+kitten-talk. I try and I try, and all I can say is, M-m-m-bow!"
+
+"Never mind, Kitty Cat," said the Sheep; "I will teach you to talk.
+Listen: M-m-m-baa!"
+
+"No," said the kitten, "that's not the way to talk kitten-talk." And she
+cried again.
+
+Then along came the Horse and asked what was the matter.
+
+"Oh, Horse," sobbed the kitten, "I have forgotten how to talk
+kitten-talk. I try and I try, and all I can say is, M-m-m-bow!"
+
+"Never mind, Kitty Cat," said the Horse; "I will teach you to talk.
+Listen to this: M-m-m-neigh!"
+
+"No," said the kitten; "that's not the way to talk kitten-talk." And she
+cried again.
+
+Then along came the Cow and asked what was the matter.
+
+"Oh, Cow," sobbed the kitten, "I have forgotten how to talk kitten-talk.
+I try and I try, as hard as I ever can, and all I can say is,
+M-m-m-bow!"
+
+"Never mind, Kitty Cat," said the Cow; "I will teach you to talk. Listen
+to this: M-m-m-moo!"
+
+"No," said the kitten; "that is more like it, but that's not the way to
+talk kitten-talk." And she cried again.
+
+The New Baby was sitting in her high chair at the kitchen door.
+
+"Baby dear," sighed the kitten, "I am in trouble. I have forgotten how
+to talk kitten-talk. I try and I try, and all I can say is, M-m-m-bow!
+Can't you teach me?"
+
+The Baby nodded her head and began, "M-m-m-google-google-goo!"
+
+"No," said the kitten; "that's not the way to talk kitten-talk." And she
+sat on the kitchen step and cried again.
+
+"What is the matter?" asked a soft voice behind her.
+
+"Oh!" sobbed the kitten, without looking up, "I have forgotten how to
+talk kitten-talk. I try and I try, and nothing can help me. All I can
+say is, M-m-m-bow!"
+
+"Look at me," said the soft voice.
+
+The little kitten looked. And there stood a beautiful big gray cat!
+
+"I can teach you to talk," said the Cat. And she did. She taught her so
+well that the little kitten never again forgot how to mew, though she
+played out on the soft, green grass with the dogs every day.
+
+
+WHAT COULD THE FARMER DO?
+
+BY GEORGE WILLIAM OGDEN
+
+     There was an old farmer who had a cow,
+       Moo, moo, moo!
+     She used to stand on the pump and bow,
+       And what could the farmer do?
+     Moo, moo, moo, moo,
+       Moo, moo, moo!
+     She used to stand on the pump and bow,
+       And what could the farmer do?
+
+     There was an old farmer who owned some sheep,
+       Baa, baa, baa!
+     They used to play cribbage while he was asleep,
+       And laugh at the farmer's ma.
+     Baa, baa, baa, baa!
+       Moo, moo, moo!
+     He owned a cow and he owned some sheep,
+       And what could the poor man do?
+
+     There was an old farmer who owned a pig,
+       Whoof, whoof, whoof!
+     He used to dress up in the farmer's wig,
+       And dance on the pig-pen roof.
+     Whoof, whoof! Baa, baa!
+       Moo, moo, moo!
+     He owned a pig, some sheep, and a cow,
+       And what could the poor man do?
+
+     There was an old farmer who owned a hen,
+       Cuk-a-ca-doo, ca-doo!
+     She used to lay eggs for the three hired men,
+       And some for the weasel, too.
+     Cuk-a-ca-doo! Whoof, whoof!
+       Baa, baa! Moo!
+     He owned a hen, pig, sheep, and a cow,
+       And what could the poor man do?
+
+     There was an old farmer who had a duck,
+       Quack, quack, quack!
+     She waddled under a two-horse truck
+       For four long miles and back.
+     Quack, quack! Cuk-a-ca-doo!
+       Whoof! Baa! Moo!
+     With a duck, hen, pig, a sheep, and a cow,
+       Pray what could the poor man do?
+
+     There was an old farmer who had a cat,
+       Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow!
+     She used to waltz with a gray old rat
+       By night in the farmer's mow.
+     Mee-ow! Quack! Cuk-a-ca-doo!
+       Whoof! Baa! Moo!
+     With cat, duck, hen, pig, sheep, and a cow,
+       Pray what could the poor man do?
+
+
+FLEDGLINGS
+
+BY LUCY FITCH PERKINS
+
+     I saw a stork on a chimney high,
+     And called to him as I passed by,
+     "O stork! what'll you bring,
+     Tucked away carefully under your wing?
+     A baby sister and a brother,
+     One for me, and one for mother."
+
+
+"TIME TO GET UP!"
+
+BY ELLEN FOSTER
+
+Little Elinor Gray lived in a big city, but her grandmother lived in a
+big house in the country. Elinor and her Nurse Norah were going to visit
+her, and had to take a long ride in the railway-train, and another ride
+in a carriage that Grandmother sent to meet them, so it was almost dark
+when they drove up to the door.
+
+Elinor's grandmother had two beautiful dogs--"Bruno," a big collie, and
+"Bounder," a little fox-terrier. And when they saw the little girl jump
+out of the carriage, they barked and barked because they were so glad to
+see her. And they said to themselves (I _think_ they said to
+themselves): "We will let her have a good sleep to-night, for she must
+be very tired and it is nearly dark. But to-morrow, bright and early, we
+will ask her to come for a romp with us in the garden, and show her how
+much nicer it is to live in the country than in the city, where little
+girls have to walk so quietly along the streets, and dogs have to be led
+along the sidewalk, and cannot frolic on the soft green grass."
+
+Elinor was very sleepy after her long ride in the train, and so, after
+she had had her supper, her grandmother told her she might go to bed
+early and get a good sleep, and that Nurse Norah would call her at seven
+o'clock in the morning.
+
+But what do you think happened? Why, Bruno and Bounder somehow got into
+the house _before_ seven o'clock that morning, and came leaping up the
+stairs, and went straight to Elinor's door. Elinor was a very sound
+sleeper, and did not hear them at first, and did not wake up. But soon
+Bounder began to scratch at the door with his little, sharp claws and to
+make queer little whine-y sounds; and Bruno's bushy tail went "Rap! rap!
+rap!" on the door, too. Then Elinor woke up, and listened a moment, and
+then she said: "Oh, _I_ know what it is! It's those darling dogs!" And
+she jumped out of bed and opened the door, and there, sure enough, was
+Bounder, dashing right into the room, barking, "Good morning! good
+morning!" and big Bruno, looking at Elinor as if saying, "Good morning!
+didn't you hear us? It's time to get up!"
+
+Elinor said: "Oh, you beauties! Yes, I know! And I'll get dressed right
+away!"
+
+But what do you think happened _then_! Why, Bruno and Bounder didn't
+give her time even to call Nurse Norah and get dressed. You see, Bruno
+and Bounder did not often have so nice a little visitor, and they were
+ready to begin play that very minute. Bounder was jumping up and down
+and all over the room, and at last he spied Elinor's slippers on the
+floor and caught up one of them between his sharp little teeth and ran
+round and round the room with it. But Bruno chased Bounder all round the
+room trying to make him drop the slipper, while Elinor stood still and
+laughed and laughed and laughed!
+
+But just then Nurse Norah came rushing in from the next room, asking
+what _was_ the matter and in a minute, the naughty Bounder was made to
+give up Elinor's slipper, and Bruno chased him all the way out of the
+house.
+
+And just as soon as Elinor had had her breakfast, she ran out and had a
+fine romp with Bruno and Bounder in Grandmother's garden.
+
+  [Illustration: From the engraving of the painting by Arthur J. Elsley.
+                 "TIME TO GET UP!"]
+
+
+MAGGIE'S VERY OWN SECRET
+
+By SARA JOSEPHINE ALBRIGHT
+
+(_For Very Little Folk_)
+
+Mr. and Mrs. Squeaky were two little, gray mice. They lived away back in
+the corner of a great, big, empty box in the cellar.
+
+One morning Mr. Squeaky went up the cellar stairs on tiptoes, to hunt
+for some bread and cheese in the kitchen.
+
+All at once he heard some one talking, and he hid behind the broom and
+was as still as he could be.
+
+It was the little boy Johnnie, who lived up-stairs. He had a big hammer
+and a saw in his hand, and he was talking to his little sister.
+
+"I think that big, empty box down cellar would make a fine dolls' house,
+Maggie. I can fix a little porch on it, and make an up-stairs and a
+down-stairs," the little boy said.
+
+"Oh, Johnnie, that will be lovely," his little sister said. "I'll do
+something for you sometime. Maybe--maybe--I'll draw a whole slate full
+of el'phants, for you to look at!"
+
+Then they started down the cellar steps.
+
+Mr. Squeaky was so frightened that he almost tumbled down the stairs.
+
+"Oh, my dear," he whispered, "they are going to break up our house with
+a big hammer and a saw, and make a dolls' house out of it! Let's run as
+fast as we can!"
+
+Poor little Mrs. Squeaky began to cry.
+
+"Where shall we go?" she whispered. "Oh, I am so afraid, and there are
+always those dreadful traps around to catch us!"
+
+But they ran as fast as they could to the darkest corner. Mrs. Squeaky's
+sharp little eyes saw a hole, and she ran into it, and Mr. Squeaky
+squeezed in after her.
+
+Now where do you think they found themselves? Right inside of an old
+shoe! The hole that they came through was just a hole in the shoe and
+made a nice little door. And there was another hole a little higher up
+that made a nice little window to peep out of.
+
+"Why, this is the dearest little house, so cozy and warm," Mrs. Squeaky
+said. "Nobody will ever find us in here, I know."
+
+After they lived there a while, a whole family of little pink baby mice
+came to live with them. The papa mouse and the mama mouse were so proud
+and so glad, they got little bits of cotton and soft paper and rags, and
+made the nicest little beds you ever saw.
+
+The little pink baby mice could only say, "Squeak! Squeak!" and cuddle
+up under the warm covers, but Mr. and Mrs. Squeaky laughed, and thought
+they were the smartest babies in the whole world.
+
+"Why, I feel like 'The Old Woman Who Lived in the Shoe and had so many
+children she didn't know what to do,'" Mrs. Squeaky said one day. She
+was sitting by the little window rocking the baby mouse and taking a
+little rest.
+
+Mr. Squeaky had gone out to hunt for some supper, and the four other
+little mice were peeping out of the little hole in the toe of their shoe
+house, for Papa to come home.
+
+All at once, Maggie, the little girl who lived up-stairs, ran into the
+dark corner to hide from Johnnie, just for fun. And what do you think
+she saw?
+
+The four little mice peeping out of the door, and the poor, frightened
+mama mouse and the little baby at the window.
+
+Maggie stopped just a minute to whisper gently to little, gray Mrs.
+Squeaky, "Don't be frightened, 'Little Old Woman Who Lives in the Shoe.'
+I'll never, never tell anybody where you live. No, I won't even tell
+Johnnie or my kitty. They might try to catch you. It shall be my VERY
+OWN SECRET--and yours!"
+
+So nobody but little Maggie ever knew about Mr. and Mrs. Squeaky, and
+their little pink babies in the old shoe--until long afterward, when she
+told me the story, as I have told it to you.
+
+
+  [Illustration: "'TROT AS FAST AS YOU CAN TO MARKET AND GET ME
+  A PAIL OF MILK.'"]
+
+THE GOOD LITTLE PIGGIE AND HIS FRIENDS
+
+BY L. WALDO LOCKLING
+
+Once there was a little piggie, a very good little piggie, who obeyed
+his mother so well that often she let him out of the pen to play with
+his friends on the farm. One afternoon this little piggie was playing
+with them, when suddenly he heard his mother calling "Piggie, wiggie,
+wiggie, wiggie, wiggie!"
+
+"Piggie, dear," she said, as he ran to her, "take this and trot as fast
+as you can to market and get me a pail of milk for Father's supper
+to-night."
+
+  [Illustration: "'WHERE ARE YOU OFF TO, PIGGIE?' SAID BOSSIE CALF."]
+
+So Piggie took the pail between his teeth, and off he went to do what
+his mother told him. Now, you must remember that this little piggie was
+such a dear, good little piggie, that he had a great many friends among
+the other animals. So he had not gone far when who should spy him but
+his friend Bossie Calf. "Hello, there!" said the calf. "Where are you
+off to, Piggie?"
+
+"I'm going to market to bring my mother a pail of milk for Father's
+supper to-night," squealed Piggie.
+
+"Are you? I believe I'll go, too. I am so fond of milk." And the calf
+leaped over his master's fence, and away he went scampering after
+Piggie.
+
+By and by, who should come along but Piggie's friend Billie Goat. "Mercy
+on us!" baa-ed Billie. "Where are you going in such a hurry, Bossie?"
+
+"Going with Piggie," said the calf.
+
+"Where are you going, Piggie?"
+
+"Going to market to bring my mother a pail of milk for Father's supper
+to-night," squealed Piggie, in a great hurry.
+
+"Are you? I believe I'll go, too. I am so fond of milk." So Billie Goat
+ran out of the barn-yard and hurried after the calf.
+
+Just as they were passing the house, who should spy them but Rover the
+dog.
+
+"Where are you going, Billie," barked Rover, running out to the gate as
+he saw them rushing along. "Going with Bossie," said the goat.
+
+"Where are you going, Bossie?" "Going with Piggie."
+
+"Where are you going, Piggie?"
+
+"I am going to market to bring Mother a pail of milk for Father's supper
+to-night," squealed Piggie, in a great hurry.
+
+"Are you? I believe I'll go, too. I am so fond of milk." So Rover
+hurried along up the road after the goat.
+
+Just as they turned into the road, who should come jumping along but
+Tabby the cat.
+
+"Well, well!" he meowed. "When did the circus come to town, Rover?"
+
+"This is not a circus parade," said the dog, the goat, the calf, and
+Piggie all at once, as they ran on.
+
+"Then, where are you going, Rover?" again meowed Tabby.
+
+"Going with Billie," barked Rover.
+
+  [Illustration: "'MY, THAT'S GOOD!'"]
+
+"Where are you going, Billie?" "Going with Bossie."
+
+"Where are you going, Bossie?" "Going with Piggie."
+
+"Where are you going, Piggie?"
+
+"I am going to market to get my mother a pail of milk for Father's
+supper to-night," squealed Piggie in a great hurry.
+
+"Are you? I believe I'll go along. I am so fond of milk." So Tabby raced
+along after Rover.
+
+When they got to the market, Piggie told his friends to wait outside
+while he hurried in and got the milk for his father's supper. It did not
+take him long, and he soon came trotting out because he was to hurry
+back home.
+
+"Give me a sup for politeness' sake," meowed Tabby the cat, as she stuck
+her head in the pail. "My, that's good!"
+
+"Pass it to me, Tabby," barked Rover the dog, "for politeness' sake. My,
+that's good!"
+
+"Give me a sup for politeness' sake," said Billie Goat. "My, that's
+good."
+
+"Do not forget me, Billie, for politeness' sake," said Bossie the calf.
+"My, that's good!"
+
+  [Illustration: "AWAY HE TROTTED WITH AN EMPTY PAIL."]
+
+"Oh, dear, oh, dear!" squealed Piggie, when he saw what had happened.
+"What shall I do?" And away he trotted all by himself with an empty
+pail, to tell his mother that he did really and truly get the milk, but
+that his friends had "supped" it all up!
+
+But just then the farmer came with a great, _big_ pail of milk and gave
+it all to them, so that the good little piggie and his father and mother
+had a fine supper, and much more milk than Piggie could have brought.
+
+
+BABY'S PARADISE
+
+BY LUCY FITCH PERKINS
+
+     Over the hills and far away,
+       There's a beautiful, wonderful place,
+     Where happy babies in gardens play,
+       With mothers dressed all in lace,--
+
+     Dressed all in lace and in silken gown,
+       With flowers in their hair,--
+     Where trees with blossoms are laden down,
+       And perfumes fill the air.
+
+
+DISOBEDIENCE
+
+     "Wait, Kitty; here's soap and water,
+       And I must wash your face;
+     For the way you do it with your paws
+       Is simply a disgrace!"
+         _But Kitty didn't wait!_
+
+
+  [Illustration: "WHO SPEAKS FIRST?"
+  FROM AN ENGRAVING OF THE PAINTING BY ARTHUR J. ELSLEY.]
+
+
+FOR A LITTLE GIRL OF THREE.
+
+BY UNCLE NED.
+
+           _Moo, moo!_
+         What can I do
+       For my little girl of three?
+     I will eat the sweet grass,
+     I will give her a glass
+       Of my milk for her tea;
+         Moo, moo! that 's what I'll do
+       For my dear little maiden of three.
+
+
+           _Mew, mew!_
+         What can I do
+       For my little girl of three?
+     I will catch all the mice,
+     And they shall not come twice
+       To the cake, you'll see;
+         Mew, mew! that's what I'll do
+       For my sweet little maiden of three.
+
+
+           _Bow-wow!_
+         I will go now
+       With my little girl of three;
+     I will make a great noise;
+     I will frighten the boys,
+       For they all fear me;
+         Bow-wow! that is just how
+     I'll guard my sweet maiden of three.
+
+
+           _Neigh, neigh!_
+         Out of the way
+       For my little girl of three!
+     I will give her a ride,
+     We will canter and glide
+       O'er the meadowy lea;
+         Neigh, neigh! that's just the way
+       I'll help my sweet maiden of three.
+
+
+A FUNNY FAMILY
+
+There was a little lady she was'nt very big She had a spotted cow ...
+Also a spotted pig ... Her dress had dots ... Her dog had lots ... it
+was a funny family but oh so very trig
+
+
+LITTLE BY LITTLE.
+
+When Charley awoke one morning, he looked from the window, and saw the
+ground deeply covered with snow.
+
+On the side of the house nearest the kitchen, the snow was piled higher
+than Charley's head.
+
+"We must have a path through this snow," said his father. "I would make
+one if I had time. But I must be at the office early this morning.
+
+"Do you think you could make the path, my son?" he asked little Charley.
+
+"I? Why, the snow is higher than my head! How could I ever cut a path
+through that snow?"
+
+"How? Why, by doing it _little_ by _little_. Suppose you try," said the
+father, as he left for his office.
+
+So Charley got the snowshovel and set to work. He threw up first one
+shovelful, and then another; but it was slow work.
+
+"I don't think I can do it, mother," he said. "A shovelful is so little,
+and there is such a heap of snow."
+
+"Little by little, Charley," said his mother. "That snow fell in tiny
+bits, flake by flake, but you see what a great pile it has made."
+
+"Yes, mother, I see," said Charley. "If I throw it away little by
+little, it will soon be gone."
+
+So he worked on.
+
+When his father came home to dinner, he was pleased to see the fine
+path. The next day he gave little Charley a fine blue sled, and on it
+was painted in yellow letters, "Little by Little."
+
+  [Illustration: "SAFETY FIRST"]
+
+
+
+
+#LITTLE STORIES =that= GROW BIG#
+
+TO MOTHER:
+
+This is the kind of stories that the kindergartners call "cumulative,"
+or "repetitive." They keep repeating and then adding to themselves until
+they are quite long. The repetition helps the children memorize them,
+and adding to them holds the children's attention and interest.
+
+You will find these very useful to read and teach to the little ones.
+
+                                                     THE EDITORS.
+
+
+
+
+THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT
+
+     This is the house that Jack built.
+     This is the malt
+     That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+     This is the rat,
+     That ate the malt,
+     That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+     This is the cat,
+     That killed the rat,
+     That ate the malt,
+     That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+     This is the dog,
+     That worried the cat,
+     That killed the rat,
+     That ate the malt,
+     That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+     This is the cow with crumpled horn,
+     That tossed the dog,
+     That worried the cat,
+     That killed the rat,
+     That ate the malt,
+     That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+     This is the maiden all forlorn,
+     That milked the cow with crumpled horn,
+     That tossed the dog,
+     That worried the cat,
+     That killed the rat,
+     That ate the malt,
+     That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+     This is the man all tattered and torn,
+     That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
+     That milked the cow with crumpled horn,
+     That tossed the dog,
+     That worried the cat,
+     That killed the rat,
+     That ate the malt,
+     That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+     This is the priest all shaven and shorn,
+     That married the man all tattered and torn,
+     That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
+     That milked the cow with crumpled horn,
+     That tossed the dog,
+     That worried the cat,
+     That killed the rat,
+     That ate the malt,
+     That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+     This is the cock that crowed in the morn,
+     That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,
+     That married the man all tattered and torn,
+     That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
+     That milked the cow with crumpled horn,
+     That tossed the dog,
+     That worried the cat,
+     That killed the rat,
+     That ate the malt,
+     That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+     This is the farmer sowing his corn,
+     That kept the cock that crowed in the morn,
+     That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,
+     That married the man all tattered and torn,
+     That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
+     That milked the cow with crumpled horn,
+     That tossed the dog,
+     That worried the cat,
+     That killed the rat,
+     That ate the malt,
+     That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+
+GIANT THUNDER BONES
+
+               I
+     This is Giant
+       Thunder Bones.
+
+               II
+          This is the Dwarf with anxious looks
+     Who guarded the castle and kept the books
+     For Giant Thunder Bones.
+
+               III
+     This is the Gnome with beard so gray
+       Who digged for gems all night and day
+         To please the Dwarf with anxious looks
+           Who guarded the castle and kept the books
+             For Giant Thunder Bones.
+
+               IV
+     This is the Princess of Wandeltreg
+     Who, while playing a game of Mumblepeg,
+     Was caught by the Gnome with beard so gray
+     Who digged for gems all night and day
+     To please the Dwarf with anxious looks
+     Who guarded the castle and kept the books
+     For Giant Thunder Bones.
+
+               V
+     This is the Prince so brave and so grand
+     Who sailed over sea and rode over land
+     Till he found the Princess of Wandeltreg
+     Who, while playing a game of Mumblepeg,
+     Was caught by the Gnome with beard so gray
+     Who digged for gems all night and day
+     To please the Dwarf with anxious looks
+     Who guarded the castle and kept the books
+     For Giant Thunder Bones.
+
+               VI
+     This is the Goblin with fingers so frail
+     Who hopped with ease over mountain and dale
+     As he chased the Prince so brave and so grand
+     Who sailed over sea and rode over land
+     Till he found the Princess of Wandeltreg
+     Who, while playing a game of Mumblepeg,
+     Was caught by the Gnome with beard so gray
+     Who digged for gems all night and day
+     To please the Dwarf with anxious looks
+     Who guarded the castle and kept the books
+     For Giant Thunder Bones.
+
+               VII
+     This is the Witch with Broomstick and Cat
+     Who sputtered and snarled and shook her tall hat
+     When she missed the Goblin with fingers so frail
+     Who hopped with ease over mountain and dale
+     As he chased the Prince so brave and so grand
+     Who sailed over sea and rode over land
+     Till he found the Princess of Wandeltreg
+     Who, while playing a game of Mumblepeg,
+     Was caught by the Gnome with beard so gray
+     Who digged for gems all night and day
+     To please the Dwarf with anxious looks
+     Who guarded the castle and kept the books
+     For Giant Thunder Bones.
+
+               VIII
+     And last comes the Kobold who slept while 'twas light
+     And did all the housework in the dead of the night
+     To worry the Witch with Broomstick and Cat
+     Who sputtered and snarled and shook her tall hat
+     When she missed the Goblin with fingers so frail
+     Who hopped with ease over mountain and dale
+     As he chased the Prince so brave and so grand
+     Who sailed over sea and rode over land
+     Till he found the Princess of Wandeltreg
+     Who, while playing a game of Mumblepeg,
+     Was caught by the Gnome with beard so gray
+     Who digged for gems all night and day
+     To please the Dwarf with anxious looks
+     Who guarded the castle and kept the books
+     For Giant Thunder Bones.
+
+                                   _Stella Doughty._
+
+
+THE HOUSE THAT JILL BUILT
+
+BY CAROLYN WELLS
+
+     This is the _House_ that Jill built.
+
+     This is the _Doll_ that lived in the House that Jill built.
+
+     This is the _Cake_ that fed the Doll that lived in the House
+          that Jill built.
+
+     This is the _Oven_ that baked the Cake that fed the Doll that
+          lived in the House that Jill built.
+
+     This is the _Wood_ that heated the Oven that baked the Cake
+          that fed the Doll that lived in the House that Jill built.
+
+     This is the _Tree_ of a dusky shade that gave the Wood that
+          heated the Oven that baked the Cake that fed the Doll that
+          lived in the House that Jill built.
+
+     This is the _Ax_ with a shining blade that chopped the Tree of a
+          dusky shade that gave the Wood that heated the Oven that
+          baked the Cake that fed the Doll that lived in the House that
+          Jill built.
+
+     This is the _Woodman_ sober and staid who slung the Ax with a shining
+          blade that chopped the Tree of a dusky shade that gave the Wood
+          that heated the Oven that baked the Cake that fed the Doll that
+          lived in the House that Jill built.
+
+     This is the _Horse_ that pranced and neighed when he saw the Woodman
+          sober and staid who slung the Ax with a shining blade that
+          chopped the Tree of a dusky shade that gave the Wood that heated
+          the Oven that baked the Cake that fed the Doll that lived in the
+          House that Jill built.
+
+     This is the _Knight_ with the red cockade who rode on the Horse that
+          pranced and neighed when he saw the Woodman sober and staid who
+          slung the Ax with a shining blade that chopped the Tree of a
+          dusky shade that gave the Wood that heated the Oven that baked
+          the Cake that fed the Doll that lived in the House that Jill
+          built.
+
+     This is the _Lady_ in gay brocade who followed the Knight with the
+          red cockade who rode on the Horse that pranced and neighed when
+          he saw the Woodman sober and staid who slung the Ax with a
+          shining blade that chopped the Tree of a dusky shade that gave
+          the Wood that heated the Oven that baked the Cake that fed the
+          Doll that lived in the House that Jill built.
+
+     This is the _Glittering Cavalcade_ that rode after the Lady in gay
+          brocade who followed the Knight with the red cockade who rode
+          on the Horse that pranced and neighed when he saw the Woodman
+          sober and staid who slung the ax with a shining blade that
+          chopped the Tree of a dusky shade that gave the Wood that heated
+          the Oven that baked the Cake that fed the Doll that lived in the
+          House that Jill built.
+
+     This is the _Donkey_ who loudly brayed at sight of the Glittering
+          Cavalcade that rode after the Lady in gay brocade who followed
+          the Knight with the red cockade who rode on the Horse that
+          pranced and neighed when he saw the Woodman sober and staid who
+          slung the Ax with a shining blade that chopped the Tree of a
+          dusky shade that gave the Wood that heated the Oven that baked
+          the Cake that fed the Doll that lived in the House that Jill
+          built.
+
+     This is the _King_ who was much dismayed to hear the Donkey who loudly
+          brayed at sight of the Glittering Cavalcade that rode after the
+          Lady in gay brocade who followed the Knight with the red cockade
+          who rode on the Horse that pranced and neighed when he saw the
+          Woodman sober and staid who slung the Ax with a shining blade
+          that chopped the Tree of a dusky shade that gave the Wood that
+          heated the Oven that baked the Cake that fed the Doll that lived
+          in the House that Jill built.
+
+
+THE OLD WOMAN AND HER PIG[H]
+
+An old woman was sweeping her house, and she found a little crooked
+sixpence. "What," said she, "shall I do with this little sixpence? I
+will go to market, and buy a little pig."
+
+As she was coming home, she came to a stile, but the piggy wouldn't go
+over the stile.
+
+She went a little further, and she met a dog. So she said to him: "Dog!
+dog! bite pig, piggy won't go over the stile; and I shan't get home
+to-night." But the dog wouldn't.
+
+She went a little further, and she met a stick. So she said: "Stick!
+stick! beat dog! dog won't bite pig; piggy won't get over the stile; and
+I shan't get home to-night." But the stick wouldn't.
+
+She went a little further, and she met a fire. So she said: "Fire! fire!
+burn stick, stick won't beat dog; dog won't bite pig; piggy won't get
+over the stile; and I shan't get home to-night." But the fire wouldn't.
+
+She went a little further, and she met some water. So she said: "Water!
+water! quench fire; fire won't burn stick; stick won't beat dog; dog
+won't bite pig; piggy won't get over the stile, and I shan't get home
+to-night." But the water wouldn't.
+
+She went a little further, and she met an ox. So she said: "Ox! ox!
+drink water; water won't quench fire; fire won't burn stick; stick won't
+beat dog; dog won't bite pig; piggy won't get over the stile; and I
+shan't get home to-night." But the ox wouldn't.
+
+So she went a little further, and she met a butcher. So she said:
+"Butcher! butcher! kill ox; ox won't drink water; water won't quench
+fire; fire won't burn stick, stick won't beat dog, dog won't bite pig;
+piggy won't get over the stile; and I shan't get home to-night." But the
+butcher wouldn't.
+
+She went a little further, and she met a rope. So she said: "Rope! rope!
+hang butcher; butcher won't kill ox; ox won't drink water; water won't
+quench fire; fire won't burn stick; stick won't beat dog; dog won't bite
+pig; piggy won't get over the stile, and I shan't get home to-night!"
+But the rope wouldn't.
+
+She went a little further, and she met a rat. So she said: "Rat! rat!
+gnaw rope; rope won't hang butcher; butcher won't kill ox; ox won't
+drink water; water won't quench fire; fire won't burn stick; stick won't
+beat dog; dog won't bite pig; piggy won't get over the stile; and I
+shan't get home to-night." But the rat wouldn't.
+
+She went a little further, and she met a cat. So she said: "Cat! cat!
+kill rat; rat won't gnaw rope; rope won't hang butcher; butcher won't
+kill ox; ox won't drink water; water won't quench fire; fire won't burn
+stick, stick won't beat dog; dog won't bite pig; piggy won't get over
+the stile; and I shan't get home to-night." But the cat said to her: "If
+you will go to yonder cow, and fetch me a saucer of milk, I will kill
+the rat." So away went the old woman to the cow.
+
+But the cow said to her: "If you will go to yonder hay-stack, and fetch
+me a handful of hay, I'll give you the milk." So away went the old woman
+to the hay-stack; and she brought the hay to the cow.
+
+As soon as the cow had eaten the hay she gave the old woman the milk;
+and away she went with it in a saucer to the cat.
+
+As soon as the cat had lapped up the milk, the cat began to kill the
+rat; the rat began to gnaw the rope; the rope began to hang the butcher;
+the butcher began to kill the ox; the ox began to drink the water; the
+water began to quench the fire; the fire began to burn the stick; the
+stick began to beat the dog; the dog began to bite the pig, the little
+pig in a fright jumped over the stile; and so the old woman got home
+that night.
+
+  [H] From "English Fairy Tales," collected by Joseph Jacobs; used by
+  permission of the publishers, G. P. Putnam's Sons.
+
+
+THE LAMBIKIN[I]
+
+Once upon a time there was a wee, wee Lambikin, who frolicked about on
+his little tottery legs, and enjoyed himself amazingly. Now one day he
+set off to visit his Granny, and was jumping with joy to think of all
+the good things he should get from her, when whom should he meet but a
+Jackal, who looked at the tender young morsel and said: "Lambikin!
+Lambikin! I'LL EAT YOU!"
+
+But Lambikin only gave a little frisk, and said:
+
+     "To Granny's house I go,
+      Where I shall fatter grow,
+      Then you can eat me so."
+
+The Jackal thought this reasonable, and let Lambikin pass.
+
+By and by he met a Vulture, and the Vulture, looking hungrily at the
+tender morsel before him, said: "Lambikin! Lambikin! I'LL EAT YOU!"
+
+But the Lambikin only gave a little frisk, and said:
+
+     "To Granny's house I go,
+      Where I shall fatter grow,
+      Then you can eat me so."
+
+The Vulture thought this reasonable, and let Lambikin pass.
+
+And by and by he met a Tiger, and then a Wolf, and a Dog, and an Eagle;
+and all these, when they saw the tender little morsel, said: "Lambikin!
+Lambikin! I'LL EAT YOU!"
+
+But to all of them Lambikin replied, with a little frisk:
+
+     "To Granny's house I go,
+      Where I shall fatter grow,
+      Then you can eat me so."
+
+At last he reached his Granny's house, and said, all in a great hurry,
+"Granny dear, I've promised to get very fat, so, as people ought to keep
+their promises, please put me into the corn-bin at once."
+
+So his Granny said he was a good boy, and put him into the corn-bin, and
+there the greedy little Lambikin stayed for seven days, and ate, and
+ate, and ate, until he could scarcely waddle, and his Granny said he was
+fat enough for anything, and must go home. But cunning little Lambikin
+said that would never do, for some animal would be sure to eat him on
+the way back, he was so plump and tender.
+
+"I'll tell you what you must do," said Master Lambikin; "you must make
+a little drumikin out of the skin of my little brother who died, and
+then I can sit inside and trundle along nicely, for I'm as tight as a
+drum myself."
+
+So his Granny made a nice little drumikin out of his brother's skin,
+with the wool inside, and Lambikin curled himself up snug and warm in
+the middle, and trundled away gayly. Soon he met with the Eagle, who
+called out:
+
+     "Drumikin! Drumikin!
+      Have you seen Lambikin?"
+
+And Mr. Lambikin, curled up in his soft, warm nest, replied:
+
+     "Fallen into the fire, and so will you,
+      On little Drumikin! Tum-pa, tum-too!"
+
+"How very annoying!" sighed the Eagle, thinking regretfully of the
+tender morsel he had let slip.
+
+Meanwhile Lambikin trundled along, laughing to himself, and singing.
+
+     "Tum-pa, tum-too;
+      Tum-pa, tum-too!"
+
+Every animal and bird he met asked him the same question:
+
+     "Drumikin! Drumikin!
+      Have you seen Lambikin?"
+
+And to each of them the little slyboots replied:
+
+     "Fallen into the fire, and so will you,
+      On little Drumikin! Tum-pa, tum-too;
+        Tum-pa, tum-too; Tum-pa, tum-too!"
+
+Then they all sighed to think of the tender little morsel they had let
+slip.
+
+At last the Jackal came limping along, for all his sorry looks as sharp
+as a needle, and he, too, called out:
+
+     "Drumikin! Drumikin!
+      Have you seen Lambikin?"
+
+And Lambikin, curled up in his snug little nest, replied gayly:
+
+     "Fallen into the fire, and so will you,
+      On little Drumikin! Tum-pa----"
+
+But he never got any farther, for the Jackal recognized his voice at
+once, and cried "Hullo! you've turned yourself inside out, have you?
+Just you come out of that!"
+
+Whereupon he tore open Drumikin and gobbled up Lambikin.
+
+  [I] From "Indian Fairy Tales," edited by Joseph Jacobs; used by
+  permission of the publishers, G. P. Putnam's Sons.
+
+
+THE CAT AND THE MOUSE[J]
+
+     The cat and the mouse
+     Played in the malt-house:
+
+The cat bit the mouse's tail off. "Pray, puss, give me my tail." "No,"
+says the cat, "I'll not give you your tail, till you go to the cow, and
+fetch me some milk."
+
+     First she leaped, and then she ran,
+     Till she came to the cow, and thus began:
+
+"Pray, Cow, give me milk, that I may give cat milk, that cat may give me
+my own tail again." "No," said the cow, "I will give you no milk, till
+you go to the farmer, and get me some hay."
+
+     First she leaped, and then she ran,
+     Till she came to the farmer, and thus began:
+
+"Pray, Farmer, give me hay, that I may give cow hay, that cow may give
+me milk, that I may give cat milk, that cat may give me my own tail
+again." "No," said the farmer, "I'll give you no hay, till you go to
+the butcher and fetch me some meat."
+
+     First she leaped, and then she ran,
+     Till she came to the butcher, and thus began:
+
+"Pray, Butcher, give me meat, that I may give farmer meat, that farmer
+may give me hay, that I may give cow hay, that cow may give me milk,
+that I may give cat milk, that cat may give me my own tail again." "No,"
+says the butcher, "I'll give you no meat, till you go to the baker and
+fetch me some bread."
+
+     First she leaped, and then she ran,
+     Till she came to the baker, and thus began:
+
+"Pray, Baker, give me bread, that I may give butcher bread, that butcher
+may give me meat, that I may give farmer meat, that farmer may give me
+hay, that I may give cow hay, that cow may give me milk, that I may give
+cat milk, that cat may give me my own tail again."
+
+     "Yes," says the baker, "I'll give you some bread,
+     But if you eat my meal, I'll cut off your head."
+
+Then the baker gave mouse bread, and mouse gave butcher bread, and
+butcher gave mouse meat, and mouse gave farmer meat, and farmer gave
+mouse hay, and mouse gave cow hay, and cow gave mouse milk, and mouse
+gave cat milk, and cat gave mouse her own tail again.
+
+  [J] From "English Fairy Tales," collected by Joseph Jacobs; used by
+  permission of the publishers, G. P. Putnam's Sons.
+
+
+HENNY-PENNY[K]
+
+One day Henny-penny was picking up corn in the cornyard
+when--whack!--something hit her upon the head. "Goodness gracious me!"
+says Henny-penny; "the sky's a-going to fall; I must go and tell the
+king."
+
+So she went along, and she went along, and she went along till she met
+Cocky-locky. "Where are you going, Henny-penny?" says Cocky-locky. "Oh!
+I'm going to tell the king the sky's a-falling," says Henny-penny. "May
+I come with you?" says Cocky-locky. "Certainly," says Henny-penny. So
+Henny-penny and Cocky-locky went to tell the king the sky was falling.
+
+They went along, and they went along, and they went along till they met
+Ducky-daddles. "Where are you going to, Henny-penny and Cocky-locky?"
+says Ducky-daddles. "Oh! we're going to tell the king the sky's
+a-falling," says Henny-penny and Cocky-locky. "May I come with you?"
+says Ducky-daddles. "Certainly," says Henny-penny and Cocky-locky. So
+Henny-penny, Cocky-locky, and Ducky-daddles went to tell the king the
+sky was a-falling.
+
+So they went along, and they went along, and they went along till they
+met Goosey-poosey. "Where are you going to, Henny-penny, Cocky-locky,
+and Ducky-daddles?" says Goosey-poosey. "Oh! we're going to tell the
+king the sky's a-falling," says Henny-penny, and Cocky-locky and
+Ducky-daddles. "May I come with you?" says Goosey-poosey. "Certainly,"
+says Henny-penny, Cocky-locky, and Ducky-daddles. So Henny-penny,
+Cocky-locky, Ducky-daddles, and Goosey-poosey went to tell the king the
+sky was a-falling.
+
+So they went along, and they went along, and they went along till they
+met Turkey-lurkey. "Where are you going, Henny-penny, Cocky-locky,
+Ducky-daddles, and Goosey-poosey?" says Turkey-lurkey. "Oh! we're going
+to tell the king the sky's a-falling," says Henny-penny, Cocky-locky,
+Ducky-daddles, and Goosey-poosey. "May I come with you, Henny-penny,
+Cocky-locky, Ducky-daddles, and Goosey-poosey?" says Turkey-lurkey. "Oh,
+certainly, Turkey-lurkey," says Henny-penny, Cocky-locky, Ducky-daddies,
+and Goosey-poosey. So Henny-penny, Cocky-locky, Ducky-daddies,
+Goosey-poosey, and Turkey-lurkey all went to tell the king the sky was
+a-falling.
+
+So they went along, and they went along, and they went along till they
+met Foxy-woxy, and Foxy-woxy says to Henny-penny, Cocky-locky,
+Ducky-daddles, Goosey-poosey, and Turkey-lurkey: "Where are you going,
+Henny-penny, Cocky-locky, Ducky-daddles, Goosey-poosey, and
+Turkey-lurkey?" And Henny-penny, Cocky-locky, Ducky-daddles,
+Goosey-Poosey, and Turkey-lurkey says to Foxy-woxy: "We're going to tell
+the king the sky's a-falling." "Oh! but this is not the way to the king,
+Henny-penny, Cocky-locky, Ducky-daddles, Goosey-poosey, and
+Turkey-lurkey," says Foxy-woxy; "I know the proper way; shall I show it
+you?" "Oh, certainly, Foxy-woxy," says Henny-penny, Cocky-locky,
+Ducky-daddles, Goosey-poosey, and Turkey-lurkey. So Henny-penny,
+Cocky-locky, Ducky-daddles, Goosey-poosey, Turkey-lurkey, and Foxy-woxy
+all went to tell the king the sky was a-falling.
+
+So they went along, and they went along, and they went along till they
+came to a narrow and dark hole. Now this was the door of Foxy-woxy's
+cave. But Foxy-woxy says to Henny-penny, Cocky-locky, Ducky-daddies,
+Goosey-poosey, and Turkey-lurkey: "This is the short way to the king's
+palace; you'll soon get there if you follow me. I will go first and you
+come after, Henny-penny, Cocky-locky, Ducky-daddles, Goosey-poosey, and
+Turkey-lurkey," "Why, of course, certainly, without doubt, why not?"
+says Henny-penny, Cocky-locky, Ducky-daddles, Goosey-poosey, and
+Turkey-lurkey.
+
+So Foxy-woxy went into his cave, and he didn't go very far, but turned
+round to wait for Henny-penny, Cocky-locky, Ducky-daddles,
+Goosey-poosey, and Turkey-lurkey. So at last Turkey-lurkey went through
+the dark hole into the cave. He hadn't got far when "Hrumph!" Foxy-woxy
+snapped off Turkey-lurkey's head and threw his body over his left
+shoulder. Then Goosey-poosey went in, and "Hrumph!" off went her head
+and Goosey-poosey was thrown beside Turkey-lurkey. Then Ducky-daddles
+waddled down, and "Hrumph!" snapped Foxy-woxy, and Ducky-daddles's head
+was off, and Ducky-daddles was thrown alongside Turkey-lurkey and
+Goosey-poosey. Then Cocky-locky strutted down into the cave, and he
+hadn't gone far when "Snap, Hrumph!" went Foxy-woxy, and Cocky-locky was
+thrown alongside of Turkey-lurkey, Goosey-poosey, and Ducky-daddles.
+
+  [Illustration: "THIS IS THE SHORT WAY"]
+
+But Foxy-woxy had made two bites at Cocky-locky, and when the first snap
+only hurt Cocky-locky, but didn't kill him, he called out to
+Henny-penny. But she turned tail and off she ran home, so she never told
+the king the sky was a-falling.
+
+  [K] From "English Fairy Tales," collected by Joseph Jacobs; used by
+  permission of the publishers, G. P. Putnam's Sons.
+
+
+THREE GOATS IN THE RYEFIELD
+
+ADAPTED BY CECILIA FARWELL
+
+Once upon a time there was a little boy whose task it was to drive the
+goats to and from the hills. One morning, as they went along the road,
+the first goat saw a hole in the fence which shut off a field of rye.
+
+"Oh," said the first goat, "here is a chance to get into that field. I
+do not think that we want to eat rye--there is plenty of grass on the
+hill. But we can go in and see what it is like, just the same."
+
+With that he turned aside from the road and went through the hole into
+the ryefield, and the others followed after him.
+
+"Here," cried the boy, "come out of that!"
+
+But the goats did not come out, so the boy climbed over the fence and
+started after them to chase them out. But the goats just ran round and
+round in the field, until at last the little boy was so tired that he
+sat down by the fence and cried.
+
+By-and-by a dog came down the road. "Why, little boy," he said, "what
+are you crying for?"
+
+"I am crying because the goats will not come out of the ryefield. I was
+driving them along the road to the hills and they went through the
+fence, and I have chased them and chased them, and they will not come
+out."
+
+"Well," said the dog, "that is nothing to cry about. Just you wait here
+and I will go into the field and chase them out for you."
+
+So the dog ran through the hole and started after the goats, barking
+loudly. When the goats saw him coming they started to run, and ran round
+and round in the field until at last the dog was so tired that he sat
+down by the fence and cried.
+
+By-and-by a fox came trotting down the road. "Why, dog," he said, "what
+are you crying for?"
+
+"I am crying because little boy is crying," said the dog.
+
+"And what are you crying for, little boy?" asked the fox.
+
+"I am crying because the goats will not come out of the ryefield. I was
+driving them along the road to the hills and they went through the
+fence, and I have chased them and chased them and they will not come
+out."
+
+"Well," said the fox, "that is nothing to cry about. Just you wait here
+and I will go into the field and chase them out for you."
+
+So the fox ran through the hole and started after the goats, barking
+shrilly. And when they saw him coming they started to run, and ran
+round and round in the field until at last the fox was so tired that he
+sat down by the fence and cried.
+
+By-and-by a bee came flying lightly overhead.
+
+"Why, fox," he said, "why are you crying?"
+
+"I am crying because dog is crying," said the fox.
+
+"And why are you crying, dog?" asked the bee.
+
+"I am crying because little boy is crying," said the dog.
+
+"And why are you crying, little boy?" asked the bee.
+
+"I am crying because the goats will not come out of the ryefield. I was
+driving them along the road to the hills, and they went through the
+fence, and I have chased them and chased them and they will not come
+out!"
+
+"Oh," said the bee, "that is nothing to cry about. Just you wait here
+and I will go into the field and chase them out for you."
+
+So he flew over the fence and flew straight to the first goat and began
+to buzz in his ear. The first goat lifted up his head and said: "Ho!
+What is this?" and he looked all around him, but could see nothing from
+which to run.
+
+"Buzz, buzz, buzz!" said the bee, and he lighted on the ear of the goat.
+
+"Now here is someone that means business," said the goat, and he shook
+his head to shake off the bee, but the bee only clung the tighter.
+
+"Buzz, buzz, buzz!" he said. Then he stung the first goat in the ear.
+"Now," said the first goat, "this is a serious matter. Ouch!" he added,
+as the bee stung him again. "Come on, you," he called to the others, "it
+is time to get out of here!" With that he led them straight to the hole
+in the fence, and they ran through it, all three of them, and out into
+the road where the little boy sat with the dog and the fox.
+
+"Oh," said the dog, "the bee can do something that I cannot, even if he
+is so small."
+
+"Yes," said the fox, "the bee didn't make much noise, but the noise that
+he did make counted more than all of our barking."
+
+
+  [Illustration: LITTLE BUNNIE BROWN IS AT THE HEAD OF HIS CLASS]
+
+
+TEENY TINY[L]
+
+There was once upon a time a teeny-tiny woman who lived in a teeny-tiny
+house in a teeny-tiny village. Now, one day this teeny-tiny woman put on
+her teeny-tiny bonnet and went out of her teeny-tiny house to take a
+teeny-tiny walk. And when this teeny-tiny woman had gone a teeny-tiny
+way, she came to a teeny-tiny gate; so the teeny-tiny woman opened the
+teeny-tiny gate, and went into a teeny-tiny meadow. And when this
+teeny-tiny woman had got into the teeny-tiny meadow, she saw a
+teeny-tiny bone on a teeny-tiny stone, and the teeny-tiny woman said to
+her teeny-tiny self: "This teeny-tiny bone will make me some teeny-tiny
+soup for my teeny-tiny supper." So the teeny-tiny woman put the
+teeny-tiny bone into her teeny-tiny pocket, and went home to her
+teeny-tiny house.
+
+Now, when the teeny-tiny woman got home to her teeny-tiny house, she was
+a teeny-tiny bit tired; so she went up her teeny-tiny stairs to her
+teeny-tiny bed, and put the teeny-tiny bone into a teeny-tiny cupboard.
+And when this teeny-tiny woman had been to sleep a teeny-tiny time, she
+was awakened by a teeny-tiny voice from the teeny-tiny cupboard, which
+said:
+
+     "GIVE ME MY BONE!"
+
+And this teeny-tiny woman was a teeny-tiny bit frightened, so she hid
+her teeny-tiny head under the teeny-tiny clothes, and went to sleep
+again. And when she had been asleep again a teeny-tiny time, the
+teeny-tiny voice again cried out from the teeny-tiny cupboard a
+teeny-tiny louder:
+
+     "GIVE ME MY BONE!"
+
+This made the teeny-tiny woman a teeny-tiny more frightened, so she hid
+her teeny-tiny head a teeny-tiny further under the teeny-tiny clothes.
+And when the teeny-tiny woman had been asleep again a teeny-tiny time,
+the teeny-tiny voice from the teeny-tiny cupboard said again a
+teeny-tiny louder:
+
+     "GIVE ME MY BONE!"
+
+At this the teeny-tiny woman was a teeny-tiny bit more frightened; but
+she put her teeny-tiny head out of the teeny-tiny clothes, and said in
+her loudest teeny-tiny voice:
+
+     "TAKE IT!"
+
+  [L] From "English Fairy Tales," collected by Joseph Jacobs; used by
+  permission of the publishers, G. P. Putnam's Sons.
+
+
+SONG OF THE PEAR TREE
+
+     Out in the green, green orchard
+       Standeth a fine pear tree;
+     The fine pear tree has leaves, too.
+       What on the tree may be?
+         Why, there's a beautiful branch,
+         Branch on the tree,
+         Tree in the ground.
+
+     Out in the green, green orchard
+       Standeth a fine pear tree,
+     The fine pear tree has leaves, too,
+       And what on its branch may be?
+         A beautiful twig.
+         Twig on the branch,
+         Branch on the tree,
+         Tree in the ground.
+
+     Out in the green, green orchard
+       Standeth a fine pear tree,
+     The fine pear tree has leaves, too.
+       Now what on the twig may be?
+         A beautiful nest.
+         Nest on the twig,
+         Twig on the branch,
+         Branch on the tree,
+         Tree in the ground.
+
+     Out in the green, green orchard
+       Standeth a fine pear tree;
+     The fine pear tree has leaves, too.
+       Now, what in the nest may be?
+         A beautiful egg.
+         Egg in the nest,
+         Nest on the twig,
+         Twig on the branch,
+         Branch on the tree,
+         Tree in the ground.
+
+     Out in the green, green orchard
+       Standeth a fine pear tree,
+     The fine pear tree has leaves, too.
+       Now, what from the egg shall we see?
+         A beautiful bird.
+         Bird from the egg,
+         Egg in the nest,
+         Nest on the twig,
+         Twig on the branch,
+         Branch on the tree,
+         Tree in the ground.
+
+     Out in the green, green orchard
+       Standeth a fine pear tree;
+     The fine pear tree has leaves, too.
+       Now, what on the bird may be?
+         A beautiful feather.
+         Feather on the bird,
+         Bird from the egg,
+         Egg in the nest,
+         Nest on the twig,
+         Twig on the branch,
+         Branch on the tree,
+         Tree in the ground.
+
+     Out in the green, green meadow
+       Standeth a fine pear tree;
+     The fine pear tree hath leaves, too.
+       Now, what from the feather will be?
+         A beautiful bed.
+         Bed from the feather,
+         Feather from the bird,
+         Bird from the egg,
+         Egg in the nest,
+         Nest on the twig,
+         Twig on the branch,
+         Branch on the tree,
+         Tree in the ground.
+
+     Out in the green, green meadow
+       Standeth a fine pear tree;
+     The fine pear tree hath leaves, too.
+       Now, what in that bed may be?
+         A beautiful child.
+         Child in the bed,
+         Bed from the feather,
+         Feather from the bird,
+         Bird from the egg,
+         Egg from the nest,
+         Nest on the twig,
+         Twig on the branch,
+         Branch on the tree,
+         Tree in the ground.
+
+     Out in the green, green meadow
+       Standeth a fine pear tree,
+     The fine pear tree hath leaves, too,
+       And on it these things all be.
+
+
+COCK-ALU AND HEN-ALIE
+
+BY MARY HOWITT
+
+     In this tale is shown to you
+     How large the boast of Cock-alu;
+     But, when he comes to act, you'll see
+     Small hope indeed for Hen-alie;
+     And thus you clearly will perceive
+     That who has great things to achieve
+     Must not stand talking but must do,
+     Else he will fail like Cock-alu.
+     For he who would perform the most
+     Will utter no vainglorious boast;
+     But still press onward, staunch and true,
+     With but the honest end in view.
+
+Cock-alu and Hen-alie sat on the perch above the bean-straw. It was four
+o'clock in the morning, and Cock-alu clapped his wings and crowed; then,
+turning to Hen-alie, he said: "Hen-alie, my little wife, I love you
+better than all the world, you know I do. I always told you so! I will
+do anything for you; I'll go round the world for you, I'll travel as far
+as the sun for you! You know I would! Tell me, what shall I do for you?"
+
+"Crow!" said Hen-alie.
+
+"Oh, that is such a little thing!" said Cock-alu, and crowed with all
+his might. He crowed so loud that he woke the farmer's wife, and the dog
+and the cat, and all the pigeons and horses in the stable, and the cow
+in the stall. He crowed so loud that all the neighbors' cocks heard him
+and answered him, and they woke all their people; and thus Cock-alu woke
+the whole parish.
+
+"I've done it rarely this morning!" said Cock-alu; "I told you I would
+do anything to please you!"
+
+The next morning, at breakfast, as Hen-alie was picking beans out of the
+bean-straw, one stuck in her throat; and she was soon so ill that she
+was just ready to die.
+
+"Oh, Cock-alu," said she, calling to him in the yard, where he stood
+clapping his wings in the sunshine, "run and fetch me a drop of water
+from the silver-spring in the Beech-wood! Fetch me a drop quickly, while
+the dew is in it; for that is the true remedy."
+
+But Cock-alu was so busy crowing against a neighbor that he took no
+notice.
+
+"Oh, Cock-alu, do run and fetch me the water from the silver-spring, or
+I shall die; for the bean sticks in my throat, and nothing but water
+with dew in it can cure me! Oh, Cock-alu, dear, run quickly!"
+
+Cock-alu heard her this time, and set off, crowing as he went. He had
+not gone far before he met the snail.
+
+"Where are you going, snails?" says he.
+
+"I'm going to the cow-cabbage," says the snail; "and what urgent
+business may it be that takes you out thus early, Cock-alu?" says the
+snail.
+
+"I'm going to the silver-spring in the Beech-wood, to fetch a drop of
+water for my wife, Hen-alie, who has got a bean in her throat," says
+Cock-alu.
+
+"Oh," says the snail, "run along quickly, and get the water while the
+dew is in it; for nothing else will get a bean out of the throat. Don't
+stop by the way, for the bull is coming down to the silver-spring to
+drink, and he'll trouble the water. Gather up my silver-trail, however,
+and give it to Hen-alie with my love, and I hope she'll soon be better!"
+
+Cock-alu hastily gathered up the silver-trail which the snail left.
+"This will make Hen-alie a pair of stockings!" said he, and went on his
+way.
+
+He had not gone far before he met the wood-pigeon. "Good morning,
+pigeon," says he; "and which way are you going?"
+
+"I am going to the pea-field," says the pigeon, "to get peas for my
+young ones; and what may your business be this morning, Cock-alu!"
+
+"I'm going to the silver-spring in the Beech-wood, to fetch a drop of
+water for my wife, Hen-alie, who has got a bean in her throat."
+
+"I'm sorry to hear that," says the pigeon; "but don't let me detain you,
+for water with the dew in it is the best thing to get a bean out of the
+throat; and let me advise you to make haste, for the bloodhound is going
+to lap at the spring, and he'll trouble the water. So run along, and
+here, take with you my blue velvet neck-ribbon, and give it to Hen-alie
+with my love, and I hope she'll soon be better."
+
+"Oh, what a nice pair of garters this will make for Hen-alie!" exclaimed
+Cock-alu, and went on his way.
+
+He had not gone far before he met the wild-cat. "Good morning, friend,"
+says Cock-alu, "and where may you be going this morning?"
+
+"I'm going to get a young wood-pigeon for my breakfast, while the mother
+is gone to the pea-field," says the wild-cat; "and where may you be
+traveling to this morning, Cock-alu?"
+
+"I'm going to the silver-spring in the Beech-wood," replied Cock-alu,
+"to get a drop of water for my little wife Hen-alie, who has got a bean
+in her throat."
+
+"That's a bad business," says the wild-cat, "but a drop of water with
+the dew in it is the right remedy; so don't let me keep you; and you had
+better make haste, for the woodman is on his way to fell a tree by the
+spring, and if a branch falls into it, the water will be troubled; so
+off with you! But carry with you a flash of green fire from my right
+eye, and give it to Hen-alie with my love, and I hope she'll soon be
+better."
+
+"Oh, what a beautiful green light, like the green on my best
+tail-feathers! I'll keep it for myself; it's fitter for me than for
+Hen-alie!" said Cock-alu.
+
+So he hung the green light on his tail-feathers, which made them very
+handsome, and he went on his way.
+
+He had not gone far before he met with the sheep-dog. "Good morning,
+sheep-dog," says Cock-alu; "where are you going?"
+
+"I'm going to hunt up a stray lamb for my master," says the sheep-dog,
+"and what brings you abroad?"
+
+"I'm going to the silver-spring in the Beech-wood, to get a drop of
+water for my little wife Hen-alie, who has got a bean in her throat,"
+says Cock-alu.
+
+"Then why do you stop talking to me?" says the sheep-dog, in his short
+way; "your wife's bad enough, I'll warrant me; and a drop of water with
+the dew in it is the thing to do her good. Be off with you! The farmer
+is coming to lay the spring dry this morning. I left him sharpening his
+mattock when I set out. You'll be too late, if you don't mind!" and with
+that the sheep-dog went his way.
+
+"An unmannerly fellow," says Cock-alu, and stood looking after him;
+"I'll not go at his bidding, not I!" So he clapped his wings and crowed
+in the wood, just to show that he set light by his advice. "And never to
+give me anything for poor Hen-alie, that lies sick at home with a bean
+in her throat! The ill-natured churl!" cried Cock-alu to himself, and
+then he stood and crowed again with all his might.
+
+After that he marched on, and before long reached the Beech-wood, but as
+the silver-spring lay yet a good way off, he had not gone far in the
+wood before he met the squirrel.
+
+"Good morning, squirrel," says he; "what brings you abroad so early?"
+
+"Early do you call it, Cock-alu?" says the squirrel; "why, I've been up
+these four hours; I just stopped to give the young ones their
+breakfasts, and then set off to silver-spring for a drop of water while
+the dew was in it; I've got it here in a cherry-leaf. And pray you, what
+business may take you abroad, Cock-alu?"
+
+"The same as yours," replied Cock-alu; "I'm going for water, too, for my
+wife Hen-alie, who has got a bean in her throat."
+
+"Ah, well-a-day!" says the squirrel, "that's a bad thing! But run along
+with you; for the old sow is coming down with her nine little pigs, and
+if they trouble the water it will be all too late for poor little
+Hen-alie!"
+
+And with that the squirrel leaped up into the oak-tree above where
+Cock-alu stood, for that was her way home, and left him without further
+ceremony.
+
+"Humph!" said Cock-alu; "she might have given me some of the water out
+of her cherry-leaf for my poor little Hen-alie!" And so saying, he
+walked on through the Beech-wood, and as he met no more creatures he
+soon reached the silver-spring.
+
+But it was now noon-day, and there was not a drop of dew in the water,
+and the bull had been down and drunk, and the bloodhound had lapped, and
+the old sow and her nine little pigs had wallowed in it, so the water
+was troubled, and besides that the woodman had felled the tree which now
+lay across the spring, and the farmer was digging the new watercourse,
+so the spring was getting lower every minute. Cock-alu had come quite
+too late; there was not a drop left for poor little Hen-alie.
+
+When Cock-alu saw this he was very much disconcerted; he did not know
+what to do, he stood a little while considering, and then he set off as
+hard as he could go to the squirrel's house to beg a drop of water from
+her. But the squirrel lived a long way off in the wood, and thus it was
+a considerable time before he got there.
+
+When he reached the squirrel's house, however, nobody was at home. He
+knocked and knocked for a long time, and at last he walked in, but they
+were all gone out; he peeped therefore into the pantry to see if he
+could find the water; there was plenty of hazel-nuts and beech-nuts,
+heaps and heaps of them all laid up in store for winter, but no water;
+at length he saw the curled-up cherry-leaf, like a water-jug, standing
+at the squirrel's bed-side, but it was empty; there was not a single
+drop in it.
+
+"This is bad business!" said Cock-alu to himself, and turned to leave
+the house. At the squirrel's door he met a woodpecker.
+
+"Woodpecker," says he, "where is the squirrel gone to? I want to beg a
+drop of water from the silver-spring for my wife Hen-alie, who has got a
+bean in her throat!"
+
+"Lack-a-day!" said the woodpecker, "the old squirrel drank every drop,
+and drained the jug into the bargain; he lay sick in bed this morning,
+but there was such virtue in the water that he got well as soon as he
+drank it; and now he has taken his wife and the little ones out for an
+airing; they will not be back till night, I know. But if you will leave
+any message with me I will be sure and deliver it, for the squirrel and
+I are very neighborly."
+
+"Oh!" groaned Cock-alu; "but what would be the use of leaving a message
+if they have no water to give me!"
+
+With that he came down from the old pine tree where the squirrel lived,
+set out on his way home again, and came at length out of the Beech-wood,
+but it was then getting toward evening.
+
+He came to his own yard. There was the perch on which he and Hen-alie
+had so often sat, and there was the bean-straw, and there lay poor
+Hen-alie just as he had left her.
+
+"Hen-alie, my little wife," said he, crowing loudly as he came up, that
+he might put a cheerful face on the matter, "I have been very unlucky; I
+could not get you any water, but I have got something so nice for you! I
+have brought you a pair of silver-gauze stockings which the snail has
+sent you, and a pair of blue velvet garters to wear with them, which the
+ring-tail dove gave me!"
+
+"Thank you," said poor little Hen-alie, in a very weak voice, "but I
+wish you could have brought me some water, these things will do me no
+good!"
+
+"I could not bring you water, for the silver-spring is dry," said
+Cock-alu, feeling very unhappy, and yet wishing to excuse himself;
+"there's not a drop of water left in it!"
+
+"Then it's all over with me!" sighed poor little Hen-alie.
+
+"Don't be down-hearted, my little wife," said Cock-alu, trying to seem
+cheerful, "I will give you something better than all, I will give you
+the green-fire flash from the wild-cat's eye, which he gave me to wear
+on my tail-feathers. Look up, my poor little Hen-alie, and I'll give it
+all to you!"
+
+"Alas!" sighed poor little Hen-alie, "what good will they do me! Oh,
+that somebody only loved me well enough to have brought me one drop of
+silver-spring water!"
+
+All this while something very nice was happening, which I must tell you.
+
+There was in the poultry-yard a shabby little drab-colored hen, very
+small and very much despised; Cock-alu would not look at her, nor
+Hen-alie either; she had no tail-feathers at all, and long black legs
+which looked as if she had borrowed them from a hen twice her size; she
+was, in short, the meanest, most ill-conditioned hen in the yard.
+
+All the time, however, that Cock-alu was out on his fruitless errand,
+she had been comforting Hen-alie in the best way she could, and assuring
+her that Cock-alu would soon be back again with the water from the
+silver-spring. But when he came back without a single drop, and only
+offered the fine silk stockings and blue velvet garters instead, she set
+off, without saying a word, as fast as her long legs would carry her out
+of the wood and down to the silver-spring, which she reached in a
+wonderfully short time.
+
+Fortunately the silver-spring had flowed into its new channel as clearly
+as ever, and the evening dew had dropped its virtues into it. The owls
+were shouting "Kla-vit!" from one end of the wood to the other, The dark
+leathern-winged bats and the dusky white and buff-colored moths were
+flitting about the broad shadows of the trees, but the little hen took
+no notice of any of them. On she went, thinking of nothing but that
+which she had to do; and reaching the silver-spring, she gathered up
+twelve drops of water, and, hurrying back again, came into the yard just
+as poor Hen-alie was saying: "Oh, that somebody had loved me well enough
+to fetch me only one drop of silver-spring water!"
+
+"That I do!" said the shabby little hen, and dropped one drop after
+another into her beak.
+
+The first drop loosened the bean, the second softened it, and the third
+sent it down her throat.
+
+Hen-alie was well again; Cock-alu was ready to clap his wings and crow
+for joy; and the little hen turned quietly away to her solitary perch.
+
+"Nay," said Hen-alie, "but you shall not go unrewarded; see, here is a
+pair of silk stockings for you, and here is green fire which will make
+the most beautiful feathers in the world grow all over your body! Take
+them all, you good little thing, and to-morrow morning you will come out
+the handsomest hen in the yard!"
+
+So it was. There must have been magic in those silk stockings and that
+green fire, for the shabby little thing was now transformed into a
+regular queen-hen. The farmer's wife thought she must have strayed away
+from some beautiful foreign country, and gave her a famous breakfast to
+keep her. Cock-alu was very attentive to her; and as to Hen-alie, she
+never ceased singing her praises as long as she lived.
+
+
+THERE IS THE KEY OF THE KINGDOM
+
+     There is the key of the Kingdom.
+     In that Kingdom there is a city;
+     In that city there is a town;
+     In that town there is a street;
+     In that street there is a lane;
+     In that lane there is a yard;
+     In that yard there is a house;
+     In that house there is a room;
+     In that room there is a bed;
+     On that bed there is a basket;
+     In that basket there are some flowers.
+
+     Flowers in the basket,
+     Basket on the bed,
+     Bed in the room,
+     Room in the house,
+     House in the yard,
+     Yard in the lane,
+     Lane in the street,
+     Street in the town,
+     Town in the city,
+     City in the Kingdom,
+     And this is the key of the Kingdom.
+
+
+
+
+#FUN FOR VERY LITTLE FOLK#
+
+  [Illustration: BUNNIE: "YOU SEE WHAT IT SAYS ON THIS SIGN? NOW STOP YOUR
+  BARKING AND GO RIGHT AWAY OR I'LL CALL A POLICEMAN!"]
+
+
+
+
+TOMMY AND HIS SISTER AND THEIR NEW PONY-CART
+
+BY DEWITT CLINTON FALLS
+
+Tommy took his sister out in their new pony-cart for a ride.
+
+They met a little friend very soon, and asked her to ride, too.
+
+Then Billie came along and of course they had to invite him.
+
+But they had forgotten how fat Billie was, so their ride ended very
+suddenly!
+
+
+THE ADVENTURES OF THREE LITTLE KITTENS
+
+  [Illustration: "HURRAH! WE ARE GOING TO SEE THE WORLD!"]
+
+  [Illustration: "OH DEAR, THIS IS DREADFUL!"]
+
+  [Illustration: "YES, IT IS SWEET MILK; IT'S YOUR TURN NEXT."]
+
+  [Illustration: BUT THEY MADE SUCH A NOISE THAT--]
+
+  [Illustration: JACK CAME OUT AND SO FRIGHTENED THEM THAT--]
+
+  [Illustration: THEY RAN HOME AS FAST AS THEY COULD GO.]
+
+
+THE LITTLE KITTENS' SURPRISE
+
+  [Illustration: I. "NOW KITTIES, LIE DOWN AND GO TO SLEEP."]
+
+  [Illustration: II. "WHAT'S THAT NOISE? SEE! A MOUSE TAIL!"]
+
+  [Illustration: III. THEY MAKE A DASH FOR THE DOOR, AND--]
+
+  [Illustration: BEGIN TO PULL.]
+
+  [Illustration: NOW, "ALL TOGETHER!"--]
+
+  [Illustration: BUT THIS IS WHAT IT WAS.]
+
+
+TED'S FOOLISH WISH
+
+     "I WISH I WAS AN OWL"
+     SAID TEDDY, WITH A SCOWL,
+     "CAUSE THEN I COULD SIT UP THE WHOLE NIGHT THROUGH."
+     BUT SOME FAIRIES HEARD HIM SCOLD,
+     AND HERE YOU MAY BEHOLD
+
+  [Illustration: HOW THEY]
+
+  [Illustration: MADE THAT]
+
+  [Illustration: AWFUL WISH]
+
+  [Illustration: COME TRUE!]
+
+               CHARLES FITCH LESTER
+
+
+Nonsense Rhyme.
+
+from the Negro quarters
+
+     Jay-bird a-sittin' on a Hickory limb.
+     He winked at me, I winked at him.
+         'Taint gwine to rain no mo'.
+
+     Hawk and Buzzard went to law;
+     Hawk fell down and broke his jaw.
+         'Taint gwine to rain no mo'.
+
+     Oh, de Wren and de Thrush go clackety-clack,
+     Dey bofe talk at once an dey bofe talk back,
+     Dey say: "Jim Crow, my but you =is= black!"
+         'Taint gwine to rain no mo'.
+
+
+TIMOTHY TRUNDLE.
+
+By FREDERICK MOXON.
+
+     Oh! Timothy Trundle was bouncingly fat,
+       As round as a robin was he;
+     The jolliest babe ever sat on a mat
+       To frolic and gurgle with glee!
+     His father who tossed him now up and now down,
+       Called him "Timothy Trundle of Topplety Town."
+
+     When Timothy Trundle grew up to be "Tim",
+       A rotund, jolly chunk of a lad,
+     The hoop that he played with looked slim, beside him,
+       Such a sphere of a shape as he had;
+     And folks on the street lost all signs of a frown,
+       To see Timothy Trundle of Topplety Town.
+
+     Once Timothy Trundle went out for a slide,
+       He dragged up the sled with a will;
+     But as he pushed off on his ride, o'er the side
+       He rolled, and then rolled down the hill;--
+     A snowball, like Heidelberg's fun of renown,
+       Buried Timothy Trundle of Topplety Town.
+
+     Of Timothy Trundle, the youth like an O,
+       For years I had never a trace
+     Till I went to a circus, and lo! in the show
+       I found his full-moon of a face.
+     A troup of trick tumblers performed, and the clown
+       Was Timothy Trundle of Topplety Town!
+
+
+  [Illustration: AN UNWELCOME GUEST]
+
+  [Illustration: PLAYMATES
+  FROM PHOTOGRAPHS BY HARRY W. FREES]
+
+  [Illustration: MORE PLAYMATES
+  FROM PHOTOGRAPHS BY HARRY W. FREES]
+
+  [Illustration: A DREAM OF GLORY]
+
+
+PICTURES
+
+BY CULMER BARNES
+
+  [Illustration:
+  DOGGIE:--"DON'T YOU KNOW THAT IT'S DANGEROUS TO SIT ON THE THIRD RAIL?"
+
+  CHORUS OF BUNNIES:--"MAY BE, BUT AT PRESENT IT DOESN'T SEEM NEARLY SO
+  DANGEROUS AS SOME PLACES WE KNOW OF."]
+
+  [Illustration:
+  FATHER OWL TO MR. WOODPECKER:--"HEY! WHO'S THAT KNOCKING OUT THERE?
+  DON'T YOU KNOW BETTER THAN TO DISTURB OUR DAY'S REST? CALL AGAIN AT A
+  REASONABLE HOUR."]
+
+
+  [Illustration: THE REUNION OF THE BRUIN FAMILY AT THE SEA SHORE.]
+
+
+THE BABY MICE ARE INSTRUCTED BY THEIR FOND PAPA
+
+  [Illustration:
+  "NOW, CHILDREN, THIS IS ONE OF THE GREATEST AND MOST DANGEROUS
+  TEMPTATIONS YOU WILL EVER MEET. I WILL SHOW YOU HOW IT WORKS SO THAT YOU
+  MAY REMEMBER AND ALWAYS AVOID IT."]
+
+  [Illustration: AND IT WORKED FINELY!]
+
+
+ROLY POLY ON VACATION
+
+DRAWN BY CULMER BARNES
+
+  [Illustration:
+  CONDUCTOR: "ALL ABOARD FOR THE JUNGLE! STEP LIVELY, PLEASE! BOTH GATES!"]
+
+  [Illustration:
+  THE THREE GIRAFFE BOYS: "COME ON IN, ROLY POLY, WE'RE DYING FOR A SWIM,
+  BUT THE WATER ISN'T DEEP ENOUGH."]
+
+
+MOTHER GOOSE'S LAST TROLLEY RIDE
+
+  [Illustration:
+  ON A RUNAWAY CAR: "HERE, YOU, CONDUCTOR. I WANT A TRANSFER AND I WANT
+  IT NOW!"]
+
+  [Illustration:
+  MOTHER GOOSE: "LUCKY FOR YOU I FELL IN THE WATER. I'LL NEVER TRUST
+  MYSELF ON LAND AGAIN AS LONG AS I LIVE."]
+
+
+IVAN AND THE WOLF
+
+  [Illustration: IVAN SEES THE WOLF]
+
+  [Illustration: AND TAKES REFUGE IN A HOLLOW TREE]
+
+  [Illustration: HAVING FASTENED THE BASKET WITH HIS STAFF.]
+
+  [Illustration: WHILE TWO BABY BEARS LEFT IN THE TREE IMPEDE HIS WAY,]
+
+  [Illustration: THE MOTHER BEAR COMES HOME,]
+
+  [Illustration: AND IVAN ESCAPES WITH THE CUBS.]
+
+
+HOMEWARD BOUND
+
+  [Illustration:
+  MR. BUNNIE: "COME, MR. MOLEY, TRY THE ELEVATED ROAD, ONCE."
+
+MR. MOLEY: "NO, THANK YOU, I PREFER THE SUBWAY FOR SEVERAL REASONS. I
+CAN SEE SO MUCH BETTER FOR ONE THING."]
+
+  [Illustration:
+  THE FRETFUL PORCUPINE: "HUH! NOBODY EVER GIVES ME A BOOST!"]
+
+
+THEIR LITTLE JAR
+
+  [Illustration: 1. TWO BEARS ON MISCHIEF BOUND]
+
+  [Illustration: 2. A BIG JAR OF HONEY FOUND.]
+
+  [Illustration: 3. BEFORE THEY MADE A BETTER PLAN]
+
+  [Illustration: 4. BOTH TO EAT AT ONCE BEGAN.]
+
+  [Illustration: 5. WHITEY BUMPED ON BRUIN'S CROWN;]
+
+  [Illustration: 6. BRUIN THEN PUSHED WHITEY DOWN.]
+
+  [Illustration: 7. THIS TO ROUGH AND TUMBLE LED,]
+
+  [Illustration: 8. TILL THEY WERE HEELS OVER HEAD.]
+
+  [Illustration: 9. BRUIN THOUGHT HE WAS IN CLOVER;]
+
+  [Illustration: 10. WHITEY CAME AND TURNED HIM OVER.]
+
+  [Illustration: 11. THEN DID WHITEY ROAR WITH LAUGHTER,]
+
+  [Illustration: 12. NOT AWARE WHAT'S COMING AFTER--]
+
+  [Illustration: 13. THE JAR IS BROKEN ON HIS HEAD;]
+
+  [Illustration: 14. JAR AND HONEY BOTH ARE FLED!]
+
+  [Illustration: 15. SAD AND SORRY, VERY SLOW,]
+
+  [Illustration: SEE THE COMRADES HOMEWARD GO.]
+
+
+Little Eski and the Polar Bear
+
+An Arctic Story in Four Chapters
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+#FUNNY VERSES AND PICTURES#
+
+
+
+
+_The_ Frog's Fiasco
+
+by D. K. Stevens
+
+         There was once a Frog
+         In a lonesome Bog
+     With a voice that was well worth praising.
+     He had one song and it used to go
+     Way down in the added lines below
+     Like this: [Symbol: music] which is quite amazing.
+
+             So he said one day
+             In a casual way
+         "Although it is scarcely vital
+       And I may be wrong, it appears to me
+     That a frog with a voice like mine should be
+         First class in a Song Recital."
+
+             So he posted sheets
+             In the village streets
+     With the date and the price: one shilling;
+       And he billed himself "_Signor_" because
+     He thought he would get immense applause
+       By the aid of a little _frilling_.
+
+               Well, it came about
+             That his friends turned out
+       From the Crane to the Curious Cricket,
+     With the Hare and the Hedgehog, Coon and Fox,
+         And the Critical Owl in a private box,
+             (On a Complimentary Ticket.)
+
+             When the clock struck eight
+             _Signor_ Frog in state
+           Thus opened the exhibition:
+     "For my first attempt on the concert-stump
+     I shall render a song that is called '_Ger-rump_.'
+           An original composition."
+
+               Then the Critical Owl
+               With a guttural growl,
+       Or a noise which was something near it,
+     Stood up and observed: "All summer long
+     From dusk till day you have sung that song--
+         And why should we _pay_ to hear it?"
+
+               So they all marched out
+                 In a regular rout,
+       With remarks most decidedly chilling,
+       And every one, as he passed the stand
+     Where the Muskrat kept all the cash in hand,
+         Demanded and _got_ his shilling!
+
+           And the luckless Frog,
+           In the lonesome Bog,
+       Relapsed into deep dejection;
+     As he broods alone on his dismal case
+     And sings all night in a booming bass,
+     "_Ger-rump_" is his one selection.
+
+
+The Musical Trust
+
+By D. K. Stevens
+
+         There was once a man who could execute
+             "Old Zip Coon" on a yellow flute,
+             And several other tunes to boot,
+     But he couldn't make a penny with his tootle-ti-toot
+            Tootle-ootle-_oot_le--tootle-ti-toot!
+            Tootle-ootle-_oot_le--tootle-ti-toot!
+       Though he played all day on his yellow flute,
+     He couldn't make a penny with his tootle-ti-toot.
+
+             One day he met a singular
+           Quaint old man with a big tu_ba_,
+         Who said: "I've travelled wide and far
+     But I haven't made a penny with my _oom_-pah-pah."
+           _Oom_-pah! _Oom_-pah! _Oom_-pah-pah!
+           _Oom_-pah! _Oom_-pah! _Oom_-pah-pah!
+         Though he played all day on his big tu_ba_
+     He couldn't make a penny with his _oom_-pah-pah.
+
+         Then they met two men who were hammering
+           On a big bass drum and a cymbal thing,
+         Who said: "We've banged since early spring
+     And we haven't made a penny with our boom-zing-zing."
+             _Boom_-zing! _Boom_-zing! _Boom_-zing-zing!
+             _Boom_-b-b-_boom_-boom--zing-zing!
+     Though the banged on the drum and the cymbal thing
+     They couldn't make a penny with their _boom_-zing-zing.
+
+               So the man with the flute
+                 Played tootle-ti-toot,
+         And the other man he played _oom_-pah,
+     While the men with the drum and the cymbal thing
+         Went: _boom_-b-b-_boom_-boom--zing-zing!
+             And they travelled wide and far.
+             Together they made the welkin ring
+       With a Tootle-ootle! _Oom_-pah! _Boom_-zing-zing!
+             Tootle-ootle! _Oom_-pah! _Boom_-zing-zing!
+             Tootle-ootle! _Oom_-pah! _Boom_-zing-zing!
+             And Oh! the pennies the people fling!
+     When they hear the tootle-_oom_-pah-_boom_-zing-zing!
+
+                                   Katherine Maynadier Browne
+
+
+The Cautious Cat
+
+by D.K. Stevens
+
+               A Cautious Cat
+               And a Reckless Rat
+     Went to sea with an Innocent Lamb.
+               They sailed in a yawl
+               With nothing at all
+     To eat but a Sugar-cured Ham.
+               The wind blew high
+               In a sky-blue sky,
+     At a rate they had never foreseen.
+               The wind blew low,
+               And the wind also
+     Blew a little bit in between--
+     Just a little bit in between.
+
+               Said the Cautious Cat
+               To the Reckless Rat,
+     Likewise to the Innocent Lamb:
+               "We'll tack this smack
+               And sail right back
+     To send a Mar-coni-o-gram.
+               For the winds might blow
+               Both high and low
+     And I wouldn't care a Lima Bean,
+               But I never can sail
+               When the ocean gale
+     Blows a little bit in between--
+     Just a little bit in between.
+
+               "Of course with me
+               You will never agree,"
+     Said the Cat to the Rat and the Lamb,
+               "But if you balk
+               You will have to walk,--
+     That's the kind of kitten I am!"
+               So they sailed right back
+               On the larboard tack
+     To the nearest port of call,
+               And the Reckless Rat
+               Let it go at that,
+     While the Lamb said nothing at all--
+     Said nothing--whatever--at all.
+
+                                   Katherine Maynadier Browne
+
+
+THREE LITTLE BEARS
+
+BY M. C. McNEILL
+
+     Three little bears came into the town.
+       "How do you do?" said everybody.
+     Their faces were smiling, with never a frown.
+       "How sweet!" said everybody.
+     The three little bears made three little bows.
+       "How very polite!" said everybody.
+     They bowed as boys bow in dancing-school.
+       "What airs and what grace!" said everybody.
+
+     One little bear had a little red coat.
+       "How smart!" said everybody.
+     One had a tippet all made of soft down.
+       "How cozy and warm!" said everybody.
+     And one was a fiddler of great renown.
+       "What charming music!" said everybody.
+
+     The three little bears began then to dance.
+       "How cute!" said everybody.
+     "What do you want, you little black bears
+       With manners so nice?" said everybody.
+     "I don't like to be a fool, so I want to go to school,"
+       Said the red-coated bear to everybody.
+
+     Then Tommy Perkins, making a bow,
+       Right in front of everybody,
+     Took down his book and his slate as well,
+       And began to explain to everybody
+     Just what the little black bears should do
+       To read and to cipher like everybody.
+
+     "Sit up quite straight, and mind your stops;
+       Say, 'A, B, C,' for everybody."
+     "A, B, C," said the three little bears,
+       All in one voice, to everybody.
+     "A, B, C! What fiddle-dee-dee!"
+       Was whispered aloud by everybody.
+
+     "I want to count," said one little bear.
+       "One! Two! Three! Four!" shouted everybody.
+     "We're not at all deaf!" said the three little bears.
+       "Oh! I beg your pardon!" said everybody.
+
+     "We'd like to learn manners," said the three little bears;
+       "And we'd like to learn from everybody,
+     But every one hasn't fine manners," they said.
+       "Some have very bad manners," said everybody.
+
+     "What manners you have may be better than ours,"
+       Said the three little bears to everybody,
+     "For we live in the wood--which no manners requires."
+       "Then how did you learn?" said everybody.
+
+     "For when you came in you were quite as polite
+       As Tommy Perkins," said everybody.
+     "You bowed and you danced, while we all sat entranced,
+       So sweet were the notes," said everybody.
+
+     "You wanted to learn to say, 'A, B, C,'
+       Like good little bears," said everybody.
+     "And when we exclaimed, 'Such fiddle-dee-dee!'
+       No notice you took," said everybody.
+     "And when we all shouted out, 'One! Two! Three! Four!'
+       Instead of roaring," said everybody,
+     "You gently reminded us all that in school
+       We must not be noisy," said everybody.
+
+     "If you won't teach us manners,
+       We're going back home,"
+     Said the three little bears to everybody.
+       "For after the night falls it won't do to roam;
+     So we'll say our farewells to everybody."
+
+     Then they stood up and bowed, and held out their paws,
+       And shook hands all round with everybody.
+
+     "We'll dance all the way, for we know how to play,"
+       Said the three little bears to everybody.
+     "And with our best compliments we wish you good day."
+
+       "Good day and good luck!" said everybody.
+
+
+THE SNOWMAN
+
+BY W. W. ELLSWORTH
+
+     One day we built a snowman.
+       We made him out of snow;
+     You'd ought to see how fine he was--
+       All white from top to toe!
+
+     We poured some water on him,
+       And froze him, legs and ears;
+     And when we went indoors to bed
+       _I_ said he'd last two years.
+
+     But in the night a warmer kind
+       Of wind began to blow,
+     And winter cried and ran away,
+       And with it ran the snow.
+
+     And in the morning when we went
+       To bid our friend good day,
+     There wasn't any snowman there--
+     _Everything_'d runned away!
+
+
+
+
+#ANIMAL STORIES#
+
+
+
+
+TINY HARE AND THE WIND BALL
+
+     A STORY FOR VERY LITTLE FOLK TO READ. NO WORD IN IT HAS MORE THAN
+     FOUR LETTERS
+
+BY A. L. SYKES
+
+"I want to do just as I like," said Tiny Hare to his Mama one day, as he
+ran to the door of his home.
+
+"What do you want to do, my dear?" she said.
+
+"I do not know, but I want to do just as I like," said Tiny Hare.
+
+  [Illustration: "SOON MAN CAME BY."]
+
+"You may run out a wee bit of a way, and run and jump and play in the
+sun," said his Mama.
+
+"I do not want to run and jump and play. I want to do just as I like,"
+said Tiny Hare.
+
+"You may eat the good food that you can find near our home," said his
+Mama, "but if you go far MAN may get you, or DOG may eat you, or HAWK
+may fly away with you."
+
+"I do not want to eat the good food that I can see here. I want to do
+just as I like."
+
+Papa Hare then said very low and deep, "_What_ do you want to do, my
+son?"
+
+"I do not know," said Tiny Hare, "but I want to do just as I like."
+
+Then said Papa Hare, "Do not wake me from my nap any more now, and when
+the big moon is high in the sky, and it is just like day. I will take
+you far out in the wood, and you may run and jump and play and eat, and
+be very safe, for MAN will be in his home, and DOG in his, and HAWK in
+hers."
+
+"I do not want to go out in the wood, and run and jump and play when the
+moon is high in the sky. I want to do just as I like."
+
+"Do not wake me," said Papa Hare, and he shut his eyes and put his ears
+down.
+
+"Come here," said Mama Hare, "and I will tell you a tale of the cold
+time of the year when snow is over bush and tree and our good food, and
+what came to the hare who did just as his Mama told him not to. Step,
+step, step in the snow he went till he came to the Red Fire, and--"
+
+"I do not want to hear the tale," said Tiny Hare. "I want to do just as
+I like."
+
+  [Illustration: "HE SAW HAWK FAR UP IN THE SKY."]
+
+"Do not wake me from my nap, then," said his Mama, and she shut _her_
+eyes and put _her_ ears down.
+
+Just then Tiny Hare saw a Wind Ball roll by. A Wind Ball is the part of
+one kind of a weed that is left when the weed does not grow any more,
+and it is dry and like wool, and it can roll like a ball, and fly as
+fast as a bird.
+
+"I can run as fast as you," said Tiny Hare. "I can do just as I like,
+and I want to get you."
+
+On went the Wind Ball, roll, roll, roll, and on went Tiny Hare, leap,
+leap, leap. Just as he was near it, the Wind Ball rose into the air, and
+flew like a bird, and on went Tiny Hare, jump, jump, jump. Roll and fly,
+roll and fly went the Wind Ball, and leap and jump, leap and jump went
+Tiny Hare till he was not able to run any more, and his feet were sore.
+He lay down to rest, but soon MAN came by, and Tiny Hare ran into a hole
+in a tree, and now how he _did_ wish that he was at home!
+
+  [Illustration: "DOG CAME BY, AND TINY HARE RAN INTO A HOLE."]
+
+By and by he came out to try to hunt for his home, and DOG came by, and
+Tiny Hare ran into a hole in a wall, and how he _did_ wish he was at
+home! By and by he came out to try to hunt for his home, and he ran, and
+he ran, and he ran! And, by and by, he saw HAWK far up in the sky, and
+Tiny Hare ran into a bush, and how he _did_ wish he was at home.
+
+By and by he came out to try to hunt for his home, and Wind Ball went by
+once more.
+
+"I can't get you, and I don't want to," said Tiny Hare, but the wind was
+low, and Wind Ball went roll, roll, roll, slow, slow, slow, and Tiny
+Hare went with it, limp, limp, limp, and by and by he saw his home. Tiny
+Hare ran as fast as a hare with lame feet can run, and soon he went in
+and lay down in the home by his Mama.
+
+"I have not been good, Mama," he said very low in her ear in a way that
+a tiny hare has.
+
+"Be good now, then," she said.
+
+"I want to," said Tiny Hare, and then he said, "Do not wake me," and he
+shut _his_ eyes, and put _his_ ears down, and they _all_ took a nap.
+
+
+  [Illustration: POOR, PATIENT ROVER! WON'T SOMEBODY SAY "SPEAK!" SO HE
+  CAN HAVE THE LUMP OF SUGAR?]
+
+
+HOW TINY HARE MET CAT
+
+     [IN WORDS OF NOT MORE THAN FOUR LETTERS]
+
+BY A. L. SYKES
+
+Once, just as the long, dark time that is at the end of each day came,
+Mama Hare said to Tiny Hare, who was at play,
+
+"Come in, now, it is time for bed. You know you must hide from Man, and
+Dog, and Hawk; but I must tell you that you are to hide from Cat, also."
+
+"Who is CAT?" said Tiny Hare.
+
+"CAT is not so big as DOG. She has soft fur and two big wild eyes."
+
+"She is just like me," said Tiny Hare. "I have soft fur and big eyes;
+then CAT is just a Hare."
+
+"The very idea!" said Mama Hare. "You have not big _wild_ eyes, and your
+tail is not long like CAT'S. CAT is not good for a Hare to meet. She can
+run very fast, and she has a claw for each toe," and she gave Tiny Hare
+a wee bite.
+
+"Does CAT live in our wood?" said Tiny Hare.
+
+  [Illustration: TINY HARE SEES CAT BY THE FIRE.]
+
+"No, she is with MAN and DOG, but she goes out in the day time or at
+dark, and she can get a Tiny Hare who runs away from home when he is
+_too_ tiny."
+
+"Am I too tiny?" said Tiny Hare. "Yes, yes, yes; far too tiny," said his
+Mama; and _how_ she did wash him from his head to his feet!
+
+"I wish to see CAT," said Tiny Hare.
+
+"No, no, no," said his Mama; and _how_ she did wash his soft fur!
+
+He did not wish to see CAT for many, many days, but one day the rain
+came, and it was cold, and his Mama told him to stay at home in the dry
+hay.
+
+"I want to go with you," said Tiny Hare to his Mama and Papa when they
+were to go out for food.
+
+"It is too wet," said his Mama. "If your fur gets too wet you can't run
+far and fast, and it is not safe for you to go."
+
+"I like rain. I like the wet. I want to go out. I want to do just as I
+like," said Tiny Hare, and he laid his ears back, and half shut his
+eyes, and put his pink lip out, and did not look kind.
+
+"Hush!" said Papa Hare, in a low, deep tone. And Mama Hare and Papa Hare
+went away, and left Tiny Hare at home.
+
+Do you know what Tiny Hare did then? Oh, it was not good!
+
+  [Illustration: "WHEN HE SAW TINY HARE HE GAVE A LOUD BARK,
+  'BOW-WOW-WOW-WOW!'"]
+
+"I will go to see CAT," he said, very loud. He ran out, over the damp
+moss in the wet, wet wood, and, oh, dear me! up the path to the door of
+MAN and CAT. The door was open. CAT sat by the fire in a box. She was
+most sad, for once she had two baby cats in that box, and now they were
+gone. She did not purr. She did not eat. She did not wash her soft fur.
+She just sat by the fire and was sad. By and by she was _so_ sad with no
+baby cat to love that she said very low and deep: "Mew! Mew!" Tiny Hare
+was so wet and so weak he just _had_ to lie down on the step. Then CAT
+saw him.
+
+How fast she did jump out of the box, and run to the door! Tiny Hare saw
+her long tail, and her big wild eyes. He shut his eyes; and how he _did_
+wish he was at home! But CAT did not eat him. She took him in her soft
+lips, and laid him in the box by the fire.
+
+"_Now_ she will eat me," said Tiny Hare; and how he _did_ wish he was at
+home!
+
+Then MAN and DOG came in. MAN was wet, and had much mud on him. He took
+the box away from the fire to put fresh hay in it, and then he saw Tiny
+Hare. Then MAN went near the fire to get warm and dry, and DOG ran to
+CAT to look at her baby cat. When he saw Tiny Hare he gave a loud bark,
+"Bow-wow-wow-wow!" and his tail did not wag any more. But just as he was
+to JUMP on Tiny Hare, CAT put a claw on his nose.
+
+"Wow!" said DOG, and MAN made DOG lie down, and he came once more to
+look at CAT in her box. "Well, well," said he, "a hare for a baby cat!
+Do you mean to eat it, Puss?"
+
+"Purr, purr, purr," said CAT, and Tiny Hare did not like to hear her
+purr, and he said: "She _will_ eat me now"; and how he _did_ wish he was
+at home!
+
+CAT did not want to eat Tiny Hare, but she did want to wash him, and
+play that he was her own baby cat. And she did wash him, oh, _so_ hard,
+and _so_ much, from head to feet, and from feet to head, over and over
+and over. She gave him a wee bite now and then when she felt a knot in
+his wet fur.
+
+"Wee! Wee! Wee!" said Tiny Hare, very loud and high, when she hurt him
+too much, but CAT did not care, and did not stop.
+
+By and by when Tiny Hare was warm and dry, and his fur was like silk,
+MAN and DOG went out to tea; and CAT saw that the eyes of Tiny Hare were
+shut, so _she_ went out to tea. When CAT was gone, oh, how fast did Tiny
+Hare _jump_ out of the box, and _run_ out of the door, and _skip_ up the
+long road, and _leap_ past the wet wood, home to his Mama. The rain was
+over, and the sun was warm, so he was now dry, and his fur was like
+silk.
+
+"I _will_ be good now, Mama." "Oh, dear," said his Mama. "This is a
+CAT."
+
+"Oh, no, no, no, no, NO!" said Tiny Hare. "I _am_ your Tiny Hare."
+
+"Is it our Tiny Hare?" said Mama Hare to wise Papa Hare.
+
+"Yes," said Papa Hare, "it is, but he is too much like CAT."
+
+Tiny Hare was not glad, and he did not want to play, so he sat near his
+home till the dark came. Then his Mama grew too sad for his sake, and
+she came out to him. How she _did_ rub him with moss and hay, and how
+she _did_ wash him, from his head to his feet. Tiny Hare did not like
+it, but he did not say one word.
+
+"_Now_, you _are_ like my dear Tiny Hare," she said at last, and she
+took him home. When it grew dark, Tiny Hare said: "I am your Tiny Hare,
+and I _will_ be good now," and Papa Hare said, "Yes, I am _sure_ you
+will," and gave the ear of Tiny Hare a wee bite for love.
+
+Then Mama Hare put _her_ ears down, and Papa Hare put _his_ ears down,
+and Tiny Hare put _his_ ears down, and they all took a long, long nap
+till the dawn.
+
+  [Illustration: TINY HARE AT HOME.]
+
+
+THE WEE HARE AND THE RED FIRE
+
+     [IN WORDS OF NOT MORE THAN FOUR LETTERS]
+
+BY A. L. SYKES
+
+One day in the cold time when he lay snug and warm by his Mama, Tiny
+Hare said, "Tell me of the hare who went step, step, step in the snow
+till he came to the RED FIRE."
+
+So his Mama gave him a hug and said:
+
+Once upon a time was a wise Wee Hare who knew how to run fast when MAN
+came by. He knew how to hide when DOG was near, and when he saw the dark
+spot in the sky that HAWK made, how fast he did jump to his Mama! But
+Wee Hare did not like to go out and run and jump and play in the sun.
+
+"I do not want to run and jump and play in the sun. I want to run far,
+far in the wood, and find the red bush. I have seen it away off in the
+dark. It is good for me to eat, I know."
+
+"It is FIRE," said his Mama. "Only MAN can make it, and it is not good
+for you. It can burn and hurt. You may eat the good food that you can
+find near our home," and she bit his ear for a kiss.
+
+"I do not want to eat the good food that I can see here. I want to do
+just as I like. I want to pick the red food from the red bush. I know it
+is like buds in the warm time."
+
+"Hush," said Papa Hare, very low and deep. "You are not good. When you
+are good, and the moon is high in the sky, and it is just like day, I
+will take you far out in the wood, and you may run and jump and play and
+eat the food that is best for you."
+
+"I do not want to go out in the wood, and run and jump and play when the
+moon is high in the sky. I want to do just as I like. I want to eat the
+red buds from the red bush," said the Wee Hare.
+
+"Shut your eyes, and put your ears down, and take your nap," said his
+Mama. "You are too tiny to go away from me. Now, hush, do not say one
+more word. The red bush is the RED FIRE. It can hurt and burn. MAN has
+it, and DOG is with man. They can hurt you, and if you run too far in
+the wood, WIND may blow too hard for a wee hare, and SNOW may come and
+bury you. Shut your eyes, and put your ears down, and take your nap."
+
+It was noon; the sun was high in the sky.
+
+Good Papa Hare took _his_ nap, and Mama Hare took _her_ nap. The Wee
+Hare shut his eyes, and put his ears down, but he took no nap. By and by
+he went out of the door, and ran and ran till he came to the wood. Then
+he ran and ran in the wood, but he did not come to the RED FIRE, and he
+ran and ran and ran till his feet were sore, but he did not come to the
+RED FIRE, and he ran and ran and ran and ran till he was not able to run
+any more, and no RED FIRE did he see. He lay down to rest in a bush, and
+very soon his eyes were shut, and he did not see or hear, for it was
+long past the hour for his nap. When he woke SNOW lay on all the open
+ways of the wood. The Wee Hare gave a leap from his bush, for he knew
+that SNOW can grow deep and deep, and a wee hare cannot walk in it. How
+he _did_ wish he was at home!
+
+  [Illustration: "THEN DOG SAID: 'WOW!' AND PUT HIS EARS UP."]
+
+The sun was far down in the west, and its last rays lay red on the SNOW.
+Step, step, step went the lame Wee Hare in the cold SNOW. He went back
+into the wood to try to find his way home. It grew gray, and it grew
+dark, and SNOW grew so deep that the Wee Hare had hard work to walk.
+Then WIND came. It was _so_ cold, and blew him out of the path, and how
+he _did_ wish he was at home! Step, step, step in the SNOW he went. The
+WIND blew more and more.
+
+"I can not walk; my feet are too lame," said the Wee Hare, and just then
+he saw the RED FIRE! It grew in the path in the wood, and by it sat MAN
+and DOG. Oh, how the Wee Hare felt! His nose grew hot, and his ears grew
+cold, and he was not able to move. Then DOG said "WOW!" and put his ears
+up, but MAN said: "Lie down," and DOG lay down by the RED FIRE. The Wee
+Hare went into a tiny, tiny hole in a tree, and sat on his feet to warm
+them. He saw the RED FIRE. He did not like to see it. MAN and DOG did
+not let it come too near them, and he saw _them_ keep away from the RED
+FIRE.
+
+"They fear it, too," said the Wee Hare. "It is not good for me. I must
+take care or it will come and hurt me." He sat on his cold feet, and did
+not dare to take a nap.
+
+By and by MAN put SNOW over the RED FIRE, and he and DOG went away, and
+the Wee Hare went step, step, step in the snow, soft, soft, soft, for
+fear.
+
+"I _wish_ I had been good," said the Wee Hare, and WIND and SNOW were
+able to hear, and they felt sad for a wee hare.
+
+  [Illustration: "HOW FAST HE WENT--HOP, SKIP, AND JUMP!"]
+
+"We will help him," they said, but low and soft so he did not hear. The
+moon came up high in the sky till it was just like day, and it grew very
+cold. SNOW grew hard as ice in the cold, and the Wee Hare did not sink
+in it any more. WIND did not blow so hard. It came back of Wee Hare now,
+push, push, push, to help the Wee Hare over the SNOW. How fast he
+went--hop, skip, and jump! Soon he came to his home. How glad he was! He
+went in and lay down by his Mama.
+
+"I have not been good, Mama," he said, very low in her ear.
+
+"Be good now, then," his Mama said, and he did not know how glad she was
+to have him back.
+
+"I want to be good," said the Wee Hare; and he shut his eyes, and put
+his ears down, and they all took a nap till the dawn came.
+
+"Just like us," said Tiny Hare, and he was glad that _he_ lay snug and
+warm by _his_ Mama, and he was glad she had told him the tale of the Wee
+Hare and the RED FIRE.
+
+
+The Good King
+By Margaret and Clarence Weed
+
+Once upon a time there was a King in Spain who had only one leg. He was
+a Good King and he had a big Animal Farm where he kept all the animals
+who had lost one or more of their legs.
+
+In another part of Spain there was a Little Half Chick with only one
+eye, one wing and one leg. The other chickens with two eyes and two legs
+gobbled up the corn so fast that Little Half Chick was nearly starved.
+
+One day a Donkey told Little Half Chick about the Good King and his
+Animal Farm. Little Half Chick at once started hoppity-hop for Mother
+Hen and said,
+
+"Mother Hen, I am going to Madrid to see the Good King."
+
+"All right," said Mother Hen, "good luck to you."
+
+So Little Half Chick started off, hoppity-hop, hoppity-hop along the
+road to Madrid to see the Good King.
+
+Soon she met a Two-legged Cat going along hippity-hip, hippity-hip on
+her leg and crutch. The Cat said,
+
+"Hello, Little Half Chick, where are you going so fast?"
+
+Little Half Chick said, "I am going to Madrid to see the Good King."
+
+"May I go too?" said the Two-legged Cat.
+
+"Yes," said Little Half Chick, "fall in behind."
+
+So the Cat fell in behind. Hoppity-hop, hoppity-hop went Little Half
+Chick. Hippity-hip, hippity-hip went the Two-legged Cat.
+
+Soon they met a Three-legged Dog going along humpity-hump, humpity-hump.
+The Dog said:
+
+"Hello, Little Half Chick, where are you going so fast?"
+
+Little Half Chick said "I am going to Madrid to see the Good King."
+
+"May I go too?" said the Three-legged Dog.
+
+"Yes," said Little Half Chick, "fall in behind."
+
+[Illustration: "THEY BOTH LAUGHED AS ALL THESE FUNNY ANIMALS CAME UP."]
+
+So the Dog fell in behind. Hoppity-hop, hoppity-hop went Little Half
+Chick. Hippity-hip, hippity-hip went the Two-legged Cat. Humpity-hump,
+humpity-hump went the Three-legged Dog.
+
+Soon they met a One-legged Crow going along jumpity-jump, jumpity-jump.
+The Crow said:
+
+"Hello, Little Half Chick, where are you going so fast?"
+
+Little Half Chick said: "I am going to Madrid to see the Good King."
+
+"May I go too?" said the One-legged Crow.
+
+"Yes," said Little Half Chick, "fall in behind."
+
+So the Crow fell in behind. Hoppity-hop, hoppity-hop went Little Half
+Chick. Hippity-hip, hippity-hip went the Two-legged Cat. Humpity-hump,
+humpity-hump went the Three-legged Dog. Jumpity-jump, jumpity-jump went
+the One-legged Crow.
+
+Soon they met a Snake with no legs at all. He had caught his tail in his
+teeth and was rolling along loopity-loop, loopity-loop. The Snake said:
+
+"Hello, Little Half Chick, where are you going so fast?"
+
+"I am going to Madrid to see the Good King," said Little Half Chick.
+
+"May I go, too?" said the Snake.
+
+"Yes," said Little Half Chick, "fall in behind."
+
+So the Snake fell in behind. Hoppity-hop, hoppity-hop went Little Half
+Chick. Hippity-hip, hippity-hip went the Two-legged Cat. Humpity-hump,
+humpity-hump went the Three-legged Dog. Jumpity-jump, jumpity-jump went
+the One-legged Crow. Loopity-loop, loopity-loop went the Snake with no
+legs at all.
+
+Soon they came to Madrid and saw the Good King. With the King was his
+little daughter Margaret. They both laughed as all these funny animals
+came up. The King said to Little Margaret:
+
+"Do you want to see us all go out to the Animal Farm?"
+
+"Yes," said Little Margaret, "I will lead the way."
+
+So she led the way along the street to the Animal Farm. Behind Margaret
+came the One-legged King. Next came the Little Half Chick, next the
+Two-legged Cat, next the Three-legged Dog, next the One-legged Crow, and
+last of all the Snake with no legs at all. So they all went out to the
+Animal Farm. And there they lived happily ever after.
+
+
+EARLY AND LATE
+
+BY W. S. REED
+
+ Go to bed early--wake up with joy;
+ Go to bed late--cross girl or boy.
+
+ Go to bed early--ready for play;
+ Go to bed late--moping all day.
+
+ Go to bed early--no pains or ills;
+ Go to bed late--doctors and pills.
+
+ Go to bed early--grow very tall;
+ Go to bed late--stay very small.
+
+
+The Little Pink Pig and the Big Road.
+
+BY JASMINE STONE VAN DRESSER
+
+Once there was a little pink pig with five little spotted brothers and
+sisters. They had a nice home in the wood lot with their mama, and a
+nice yard with a little white fence around it. The little pigs were very
+happy playing in the yard. They made mud pies and baked them in the sun.
+
+One day the little pink pig asked his mama to let him go out of the gate
+into the big road.
+
+"You are too little and do not know enough yet," said his mama. "When
+you grow bigger I shall teach you about the big road, and then you may
+go. Now, be a good little pig, and run and play with your brothers and
+sisters."
+
+But the little pink pig would not play with his brothers and sisters. He
+ran off in a corner by himself and would not make mud pies.
+
+  [Illustration: "THE BLACK AND WHITE THING ROLLED HIM OVER IN THE DUST."]
+
+Pretty soon the milkman came in his wagon to bring the milk for dinner.
+He carried it in and knocked at the back door, and poured it in a pail
+for mama. Then he ran out as fast as he could and hopped up in his wagon
+and drove away.
+
+But he forgot to close the gate.
+
+The little pink pig saw the gate was open, and he ran right out into the
+big road.
+
+"I will show my mama how much I know," he said. And he trotted down the
+big road as fast as his little pink legs would carry him.
+
+He had not gone very far when he saw a big black and white thing. The
+black and white thing ran after the little pig, and rolled him over in
+the dust.
+
+  [Illustration: "AND HE TOOK THE LITTLE PINK PIG HOME."]
+
+The little pig squealed and squealed, and the black and white thing
+rolled him and rolled him over, and kept saying "Bow wow!" But by and by
+he turned and went away.
+
+The little pig got up and tried to shake off the dust, but he couldn't
+shake it all off. He wanted to go home, but he had rolled over and over
+so much, that he couldn't tell where home was. So he ran into a
+cornfield to hide, till he was sure the black and white thing was gone.
+
+Pretty soon a man came along and found him in the cornfield and said:
+
+"Hello, pink pig, are you eating my corn?"
+
+"Oh, no!" said the little pig. "I would not eat your corn."
+
+"Then you should keep out of my cornfield," said the man. "I will take
+you home and shut you in a pen."
+
+And he took the little pink pig home and shut him up in a pen.
+
+"I do not want to be shut up. Please let me out," said the little pink
+pig.
+
+But the man did not let him out. It was not a nice pen, and the little
+pig got all muddy and dirty in it. He wished he was at home in his own
+little house with his mama, and his spotted brothers and sisters.
+
+  [Illustration: "THE BIG RED THING TOSSED THE LITTLE PINK PIG
+  IN THE AIR."]
+
+He ran round and round till he found a little hole in the fence. He was
+such a tiny pig that he squeezed through the hole and got out, though he
+had a hard time, for the buttons on his jacket got caught, and he could
+hardly get loose. He did not know which way to go to find his home, but
+he ran as fast as he could to get away from the pen.
+
+He ran through a fence into a big place where there was plenty of grass.
+There were some very big red things in there, and one saw the little pig
+and ran after him.
+
+"Oh, dear!" said the little pink pig (only he was not pink any more
+because he was all covered with mud), "are you a big pig?"
+
+The big red thing shook its head and said "Moo!" and tossed the little
+pig up in the air. The little pig fell on the ground with a hard bump.
+He lay still till the red thing went away. Then he got up and ran as
+fast as he could.
+
+He ran out in the road, and right into a black and white speckled thing
+with two legs. The speckled thing puffed up and said "Squawk!"
+
+The little pig ran as fast as he could because he thought the speckled
+thing was chasing him. But it wasn't.
+
+The little pig did not know where he was running, and he did not have
+time to find out. The first thing he knew he almost ran into a lot of
+two-legged things. They had big yellow mouths.
+
+  [Illustration: "'HISS!' IT SAID, AND IT NIPPED THE LITTLE PIG'S LEG."]
+
+One of them said "Hiss-ss!" and ran out and nipped the little pig's hind
+leg. The little pig squealed and ran the other way.
+
+"Oh, dear!" he thought, "if I ever get back to my mama, I will never try
+to go down the big road again, till she teaches me what these queer
+things are."
+
+Just then he found himself in front of his own little house with the
+white fence around it. He ran into the house and told his mama
+everything that had happened to him. "Oh, mama," he said, "what was the
+black and white thing?"
+
+  [Illustration: "THE SPECKLED THING PUFFED UP AND SAID 'SQUAWK!'"]
+
+"It was a dog," she said. "Dogs sometimes chase little pigs."
+
+"Oh, mama," he said, "a man found me in his cornfield and put me in a
+pen."
+
+"You must keep out of cornfields," said mama. "People do not like pigs
+in their cornfields."
+
+"Oh, mama, what was the big red thing with sharp things on top of its
+head?"
+
+"It was a cow," said mama. "You should not go where cows are till you
+are big enough to keep out of their way."
+
+"Oh, mama, what was the speckled thing that puffed up and said
+'Squawk?'"
+
+"It was a hen," said mama. "She was not chasing you, she was only going
+to the other side of the road."
+
+"Oh, mama, what was the white thing that nipped me?" "It was a goose.
+You should always keep away from them."
+
+"Oh, mama, this is a big world, and there are lots of funny things in
+it."
+
+  [Illustration: THE LITTLE PINK PIG RUNS HOME TO HIS MOTHER.]
+
+"Yes," said mama. "That is why it is best for little pigs not to go out
+on the big road till they know more. You need not be afraid of anything
+if you know what it is. You have learned a great deal today for such a
+little pig, but if you are patient and wait till I teach you, you will
+not have such a hard time. We shall walk out every day, and I will teach
+you how a little pig can take care of himself all the time." Then she
+put the little pig in the wash-tub, for he was all covered with mud, and
+washed him nicely--and before long he was the little pink pig again.
+
+
+JUGGERJOOK
+
+BY L. FRANK BAUM
+
+Author of "Queen Zixi of Ix," "The Wizard of Oz," etc.
+
+"Oh, Mama!" cried Fuzzy Wuz, running into the burrow where her mother
+lay dozing, "may I go walking with Chatter Chuk?"
+
+Mrs. Wuz opened one eye sleepily and looked at Fuzzy.
+
+"If you are careful," she said; "and don't go near Juggerjook's den; and
+watch the sun so as to get home before the shadows fall."
+
+"Yes, yes; of course," returned Fuzzy, eagerly.
+
+"And don't let Chatter Chuk lead you into mischief," continued Mrs. Wuz,
+rubbing one long ear with her paw lazily. "Those red squirrels are
+reckless things and haven't much sense."
+
+"Chatter's all right," protested Fuzzy Wuz. "He's the best friend I have
+in the forest. Good-by, Mother."
+
+"Is your face clean, Fuzzy?"
+
+"I've just washed it, Mother."
+
+"With both paws, right and left?"
+
+"Yes, Mother."
+
+"Then run along and be careful."
+
+"Yes, Mother."
+
+Fuzzy turned and darted from the burrow, and in the bright sunshine
+outside sat Chatter Chuk on his hind legs, cracking an acorn.
+
+"What'd she say, Fuz?" asked the red squirrel.
+
+"All right, I can go, Chat. But I've got to be careful."
+
+As the white rabbit hopped away through the bushes and he glided along
+beside her, Chatter Chuk laughed.
+
+"Your people are always careful, Fuz," said he. "That's why you see so
+little of the world, and lose all the fun in life."
+
+"I know," replied Fuzzy, a little ashamed. "Father is always singing
+this song to me:
+
+        "Little Bunny,
+         Don't get funny;
+     Run along and mind your eye;
+         It's the habit
+         Of a rabbit
+     To be diffident and shy."
+
+"We squirrels are different," said Chatter Chuk, proudly. "We are always
+taught this song:
+
+        "Squirrel red,
+         Go ahead!
+     See the world, so bright and gay.
+         For a rover
+         May discover
+     All that happens day by day."
+
+"Oh, if I could run up a tree, _I_ shouldn't be afraid, either,"
+remarked Fuzzy Wuz. "Even Juggerjook couldn't frighten me then."
+
+"Kernels and shucks! Juggerjook!" cried Chatter Chuk, scornfully. "Who
+cares for him?"
+
+"Don't you fear him?" asked Fuzzy Wuz, curiously.
+
+"Of course not," said the squirrel. "My people often go to his den and
+leave nuts there."
+
+"Why, if you make presents to Juggerjook, of course he won't hurt you,"
+returned the rabbit. "All the beasts carry presents to his den, so he
+will protect them from their enemies. The bears kill wolves and carry
+them to Juggerjook to eat; and the wolves kill foxes and carry them to
+Juggerjook, and the foxes kill rabbits for him. But we rabbits do not
+kill animals, so we cannot take Juggerjook anything to eat except roots
+and clover; and he doesn't care much for those. So we are careful to
+keep away from his den."
+
+"Have you ever seen him or the place where he lives?" asked the
+squirrel.
+
+"No," replied Fuzzy Wuz.
+
+"Suppose we go there now?"
+
+"Oh, no! Mother said--"
+
+"There's nothing to be afraid of. I've looked at the den often from the
+trees near by," said Chatter Chuk. "I can lead you to the edge of the
+bushes close to his den, and he'll never know we are near."
+
+"Mother says Juggerjook knows everything that goes on in the forest,"
+declared the rabbit, gravely.
+
+"Your mother's a 'fraid-cat and trembles when a twig cracks," said
+Chatter, with a careless laugh. "Why don't you have a little spirit of
+your own, Fuzzy, and be independent?"
+
+Fuzzy Wuz was quite young, and ashamed of being thought shy, so she
+said:
+
+"All right, Chat. Let's go take a peep at Juggerjook's den."
+
+"We're near it, now," announced the squirrel. "Come this way; and go
+softly, Fuzzy Wuz, because Juggerjook has sharp ears."
+
+They crept along through the bushes some distance after that, but did
+not speak except in whispers. Fuzzy knew it was a bold thing to do. They
+had nothing to carry to the terrible Juggerjook, and it was known that
+he always punished those who came to his den without making him
+presents. But the rabbit relied upon Chatter Chuk's promise that the
+tyrant of the forest would never know they had been near him. Juggerjook
+was considered a great magician, to be sure, yet Chatter Chuk was not
+afraid of him. So why should Fuzzy Wuz fear anything?
+
+The red squirrel ran ahead, so cautiously that he made not a sound in
+the underbrush; and he skilfully picked the way so that the fat white
+rabbit could follow him. Presently he stopped short and whispered to his
+companion:
+
+"Put your head through those leaves, and you will see Juggerjook's den."
+
+Fuzzy Wuz obeyed. There was a wide clearing beyond the bushes, and at
+the farther side was a great rock with a deep cave in it. All around the
+clearing were scattered the bones and skulls of animals, bleached white
+by the sun. Just in front of the cave was quite a big heap of bones, and
+the rabbit shuddered as she thought of all the many creatures Juggerjook
+must have eaten in his time. What a fierce appetite the great magician
+must have!
+
+The sight made the timid rabbit sick and faint. She drew back and hopped
+away through the bushes without heeding the crackling twigs or the
+whispered cautions of Chatter Chuk, who was now badly frightened
+himself.
+
+When they had withdrawn to a safe distance the squirrel said peevishly:
+
+"Oh, you foolish thing! Why did you make such a noise and racket?"
+
+"Did I?" asked Fuzzy Wuz, simply.
+
+"Indeed you did. And I warned you to be silent."
+
+"But it's all right now. We're safe from Juggerjook here," she said.
+
+"I'm not sure of that," remarked the squirrel, uneasily. "One is never
+safe from punishment if he is discovered breaking the law. I hope the
+magician was asleep and did not hear us."
+
+"I hope so, too," added the rabbit; and then they ran along at more
+ease, rambling through the forest paths and enjoying the fragrance of
+the woods and the lights and shadows cast by the sun as it peeped
+through the trees.
+
+Once in a while they would pause while Fuzzy Wuz nibbled a green leaf or
+Chatter Chuk cracked a fallen nut in his strong teeth, to see if it was
+sound and sweet.
+
+"It seems funny for me to be on the ground so long," he said. "But I
+invited you to walk with me, and of course a rabbit can't run up a tree
+and leap from limb to limb, as my people do."
+
+"That is true," admitted Fuzzy; "nor can squirrels burrow in the ground,
+as rabbits do."
+
+"They have no need to," declared the squirrel. "We find a hollow tree,
+and with our sharp teeth gnaw a hole through the shell and find a warm,
+dry home inside."
+
+"I'm glad you do," remarked Fuzzy. "If all the animals burrowed in the
+ground there would not be room for us to hide from each other."
+
+Chatter laughed at this.
+
+"The shadows are getting long," he said. "If you wish to be home before
+sunset, we must start back."
+
+"Wait a minute!" cried the rabbit, sitting up and sniffing the air. "I
+smell carrots!"
+
+"Never mind," said the squirrel.
+
+"Never mind carrots? Oh, Chatter Chuk! You don't know how good they
+are."
+
+"Well, we haven't any time to find them," he replied. "For my part, I
+could run home in five minutes, but you are so clumsy it will take you
+an hour. Where are you going now?"
+
+"Just over here," said Fuzzy Wuz. "Those carrots can't be far off."
+
+The squirrel followed, scolding a little because to him carrots meant
+nothing especially good to eat. And there, just beside the path, was an
+old coverless box raised on a peg, and underneath it a bunch of juicy,
+fat, yellow carrots.
+
+There was room under the box for Fuzzy Wuz to creep in and get the
+carrots, and this she promptly did, while Chatter Chuk stood on his hind
+legs a short distance away and impatiently waited. But when the white
+rabbit nibbled the carrots, the motion pulled a string which jerked out
+the peg that held up the box, and behold, Fuzzy Wuz was a prisoner!
+
+She squealed with fear and scratched at the sides of the box in a vain
+endeavor to find a way to escape; but escape was impossible unless some
+one lifted the box. The red squirrel had seen the whole mishap, and
+chattered angrily from outside at the plight of his captured friend. The
+white rabbit thought he must be far away, because the box shut out so
+much the sound of his voice.
+
+"Juggerjook must have heard us, and this is part of his revenge," said
+the squirrel. "Oh, dear! Oh, dear! I wonder what the great magician will
+do to _me_."
+
+He was so terrified by this thought that Chatter Chuk took flight and
+darted home at his best speed. He lived in a tree very near to the
+burrow where Mrs. Wuz resided, but the squirrel did not go near the
+rabbit-burrow. The sun was already sinking in the west, so he ran into
+his nest and pretended to sleep when his mother asked him where he had
+been so late.
+
+  [Illustration: "THEY HOPPED THROUGH THE BUSHES."]
+
+All night Mrs. Wuz waited for Fuzzy, and it was an anxious and sleepless
+night for the poor mother, as you may well believe. Fuzzy was her one
+darling, several other children having been taken from her in various
+ways soon after their birth. Mr. Wuz had gone to attend a meeting of the
+Rabbits' Protective Association and might be absent for several days; so
+he was not there to help or counsel her.
+
+  [Illustration: "'I SMELL CARROTS!'"]
+
+When daybreak came, the mother rabbit ran to the foot of the squirrels'
+tree and called:
+
+"Chatter Chuk! Chatter Chuk! Where is my Fuzzy Wuz? Where is my darling
+child?"
+
+Chatter Chuk was too frightened to answer until his mother made him.
+Then he ran down to the lowest limb of the tree and sat there while he
+talked.
+
+"We went walking," he said, "and Fuzzy found some carrots under a box
+that was propped up with a peg. I told her not to eat them; but she did,
+and the peg fell out and made her a prisoner."
+
+You see, he did not mention Juggerjook at all, yet he knew the magician
+was at the bottom of all the trouble.
+
+But Mrs. Wuz knew rabbit-traps quite well, being old and experienced; so
+she begged the red squirrel to come at once and show her the place where
+Fuzzy had been caught.
+
+"There isn't a moment to lose," she said, "for the trappers will be out
+early this morning to see what they have captured in their trap."
+
+Chatter Chuk was afraid to go, having a guilty conscience; but his
+mother made him. He led the way timidly, but swiftly, and Mrs. Wuz
+fairly flew over the ground, so anxious was she to rescue her darling.
+
+The box was in the same place yet, and poor Fuzzy Wuz could be heard
+moaning feebly inside it.
+
+"Courage, my darling!" cried the mother, "I have come to save you."
+
+First she tried to move the box, but it was too heavy for her to stir.
+Then she began scratching away the earth at its edge, only to find that
+it had been placed upon a big, flat stone, to prevent a rabbit from
+burrowing out.
+
+  [Illustration: "FUZZY CREPT UNDER THE BOX."]
+
+This discovery almost drove her frantic, until she noticed Chatter Chuk,
+who stood trembling near by.
+
+"Here!" she called; "it was you who led my child into trouble. Now you
+must get her out."
+
+"How?" asked the red squirrel.
+
+"Gnaw a hole in that box--quick! Gnaw faster than you ever did before in
+your life. See! the box is thinnest at this side. Set to work at once,
+Chatter Chuk!"
+
+The red squirrel obeyed. The idea of saving his friend was as welcome to
+him as it was to the distracted mother. He was young, and his teeth were
+as sharp as needles. So he started at the lower edge and chewed the wood
+with all his strength and skill, and at every bite the splinters came
+away.
+
+It was a good idea. Mrs. Wuz watched him anxiously. If only the men
+would keep away for a time, the squirrel could make a hole big enough
+for Fuzzy Wuz to escape. She crept around the other side of the box and
+called to the prisoner: "Courage, dear one! We are trying to save you.
+But if the men come before Chatter Chuk can make a hole big enough,
+then, as soon as they raise the box, you must make a dash for the
+bushes. Run before they can put in their hands to seize you. Do you
+understand?"
+
+"Yes, Mother," replied Fuzzy, but her voice wasn't heard very plainly,
+because the squirrel was making so much noise chewing the wood.
+
+Presently Chatter Chuk stopped.
+
+"It makes my teeth ache," he complained.
+
+"Never mind, let them ache," replied Mrs. Wuz. "If you stop now, Fuzzy
+will die; and if she dies, I will go to Juggerjook and tell him how you
+led my child into trouble."
+
+The thought of Juggerjook made the frightened squirrel redouble his
+efforts. He forgot the pain in his teeth and gnawed as no other
+squirrel had ever gnawed before. The ground was covered with tiny
+splinters from the box, and now the hole was big enough for the prisoner
+to put the end of her nose through and beg him to hurry.
+
+Chatter Chuk was intent on his task, and the mother was intent upon
+watching him, so neither noticed any one approaching, until a net fell
+over their heads, and a big voice cried, with a boisterous laugh:
+
+"Caught! and neat as a pin, too!"
+
+Chatter Chuk and Mrs. Wuz struggled in the net with all their might, but
+it was fast around them, and they were helpless to escape. Fuzzy stuck
+her nose out of the hole in the box to find out what was the matter, and
+a sweet, childish voice exclaimed: "There's another in the trap, Daddy!"
+
+Neither the rabbits nor the squirrel understood this strange language;
+but all realized they were in the power of dreadful Man and gave
+themselves up for lost.
+
+Fuzzy made a dash the moment the box was raised; but the trapper knew
+the tricks of rabbits, so the prisoner only dashed into the same net
+where her mother and Chatter Chuk were confined.
+
+"Three of them! Two rabbits and a squirrel. That's quite a haul,
+Charlie," said the man.
+
+  [Illustration: "'WHERE IS MY CHILD?'"]
+
+The little boy was examining the box.
+
+"Do rabbits gnaw through wood, Father?" he asked.
+
+"No, my son," was the reply.
+
+"But there is a hole here. And see! There are the splinters upon the
+ground."
+
+The man examined the box in turn, somewhat curiously.
+
+"How strange!" he said. "These are marks of the squirrel's teeth. Now, I
+wonder if the squirrel was trying to liberate the rabbit."
+
+"Looks like it, Daddy; doesn't it?" replied the boy.
+
+"I never heard of such a thing in my life," declared the man. "These
+little creatures often display more wisdom than we give them credit for.
+But how can we explain this curious freak, Charlie?"
+
+The boy sat down upon the box and looked thoughtfully at the three
+prisoners in the net. They had ceased to struggle, having given way to
+despair; but the boy could see their little hearts beating fast through
+their furry skins.
+
+"This is the way it looks to me, Daddy," he finally said. "We caught the
+small rabbit in the box, and the big one must be its mother. When she
+found her baby was caught, she tried to save it, and she began to burrow
+under the box, for here is the mark of her paws. But she soon saw the
+flat stone, and gave up."
+
+"Yes; that seems reasonable," said the man.
+
+"But she loved her baby," continued the boy, gazing at the little
+creatures pitifully, "and thought of another way. The red squirrel was a
+friend of hers, so she ran and found him, and asked him to help her. He
+did, and tried to gnaw through the box; but we came too soon and
+captured them with the net because they were so busy they didn't notice
+us."
+
+"Exactly!" cried the man, with a laugh. "That tells the story very
+plainly, my son, and I see you are fast learning the ways of animals.
+But how intelligent these little things are!"
+
+"That's what _my_ mother would do," returned the boy. "She'd try to save
+me; and that's just what the mother rabbit did."
+
+"Well, we must be going," said the man; and as he started away he picked
+up the net and swung it over his shoulder. The prisoners struggled madly
+again, and the boy, who walked along the forest path a few steps behind
+his father, watched them.
+
+  [Illustration: "THE PRISONERS SCAMPERED AWAY."]
+
+"Daddy," he said softly, coming to the man's side, "I don't want to keep
+those rabbits."
+
+"Oh, they'll make us a good dinner," was the reply.
+
+"I--I couldn't eat 'em for dinner, Daddy. Not the mama rabbit and the
+little one she tried to save. Nor the dear little squirrel that wanted
+to help them. Let's--let's--let 'em go!"
+
+The man stopped short and turned to look with a smile into the boy's
+upturned, eager face.
+
+"What will Mama say when we go back without any dinner?" he asked.
+
+"You know, Daddy. She'll say a good deed is better than a good dinner."
+
+The man laid a caressing hand on the curly head and handed his son the
+net. Charlie's face beamed with joy. He opened wide the net and watched
+the prisoners gasp with surprise, bound out of the meshes, and scamper
+away into the bushes.
+
+Then the boy put his small hand in his father's big one, and together
+they walked silently along the path.
+
+       *       *       *
+
+"All the same," said Chatter Chuk to himself, as, snug at home, he
+trembled at the thought of his late peril, "I shall keep away from old
+Juggerjook after this. I am very sure of that!"
+
+"Mama," said Fuzzy Wuz, nestling beside her mother in the burrow, "why
+do you suppose the fierce Men let us go?"
+
+"I cannot tell, my dear," was the reply. "Men are curious creatures, and
+often act with more wisdom than we give them credit for."
+
+
+  [Illustration: "What you burying, a bone?"
+                 "Nop, interning a muzzle."]
+
+
+THE LITTLE GRAY KITTEN
+
+BY MARY LAWRENCE TURNBULL
+
+Once upon a time there was a little gray kitten, who had wandered far
+away from home. At first she liked all the strange sights she saw, but
+by and by she began to feel very homesick, and wished she was once more
+cuddled up with her brothers and sisters.
+
+Now the only word this little gray kitten knew was "Mew, mew!" So when
+she was lonely she would say "Mew;" when she was hungry, "Mew;" when she
+was cold or tired, glad or sad, it was always "Mew." At home they knew
+what she meant when she said "Mew," but out in the wide, wide world,
+nobody seemed to know.
+
+Wandering along the street, she came upon a little squirming earthworm.
+"Mew," said she, meaning, "Where is my home?"
+
+The earthworm, however, did not notice little gray kitten, but crawled
+away across the street.
+
+Next, the little gray kitten met a butterfly on the top of a dandelion.
+"Mew," said the little gray kitten, meaning, "Can you tell me where my
+home is?" But the butterfly did not say anything, and flew away.
+
+  [Illustration: "SHE CAME UPON A LITTLE EARTHWORM."]
+
+  [Illustration: "THE BUTTERFLY FLEW AWAY."]
+
+  [Illustration: MISCHIEF
+  FROM AN ENGRAVING OF THE PAINTING BY FRED MORGAN.]
+
+  [Illustration: "THEN SHE SPIED A ROBIN."]
+
+  [Illustration: "SOON SHE MET A BIG RED COW."]
+
+The little gray kitten walked on, and then she spied a robin on a stone
+wall near-by. "Mew," said the little gray kitten, "Where is my home?"
+
+But the robin, cocking his head on one side, answered, "Chirp, chirp,"
+and then spreading his wings, flew away.
+
+  [Illustration: "RUNNING ALONG SHE CAME UP TO A BIG BLACK DOG."]
+
+She felt very sad indeed, but running along she came up to a big black
+dog. "Mew, mew!" said the little gray kitten, "Oh, can you not tell me
+where my home is?"
+
+But the big black dog shook his tail, and barked "Bow-wow,
+bow-wow-wow-wow!" so loudly that the little gray kitten ran away from
+him as fast as she could go.
+
+The little gray kitten was very tired, but she still ran on, and soon
+met a big red cow. "Mew, mew-ew," said the little gray kitten, "Can you
+not tell me where my home is?"
+
+  [Illustration: "'OH, YOU DEAR FLUFFY GRAY BALL,' SAID THE LITTLE GIRL."]
+
+The big red cow, however, hardly looking at the little kitten, stretched
+out her big head, and shouted, "Moo, moo-oo!" which so frightened the
+little gray kitten that she jumped over a fence and landed right in the
+middle of a flower-bed.
+
+There she caught sight of a little girl running up to her, and with such
+a sweet smile on her face that the little gray kitten ran toward her and
+said once more, "Mew, do _you_ know where my home is?"
+
+"Oh, you dear fluffy gray ball!" said the smiling little girl, catching
+the kitten up in her arms. "I'm going to take you right home to live
+with me."
+
+The little girl was the only one who had understood, and the little gray
+kitten purred softly. She was happy for she had found a home.
+
+
+PUSSY'S WHEELS
+
+BY ANNIE W. McCULLOUGH
+
+     I wonder what you're thinking of, my darling little cat.
+     It may be meat, it may be cream, that makes you nice and fat;
+     It may be all the fun you have in barn-loft warm and dry;
+     It may be mice you try to catch as by their hole you lie.
+
+     Perhaps you think of trees to climb, with birds that sing up there,
+     They always get away from you, although you creep with care.
+     Perhaps you think of warm, green grass, and basking in the sun,
+     Or of your ball, that slides so fast as after it you run.
+
+     I hope you think of me, sometimes, because I love you well;
+     I hope you love me back again, although you cannot tell;
+     And how I know you're thinking (it's a secret that I've found),
+     Is 'cause I hear, close to my ear, your thought-wheels going round.
+
+
+THE SMALL GRAY MOUSE
+
+BY NATHAN HASKELL DOLE
+
+     The small gray Mouse ran East
+       And the small gray Mouse ran West
+     And could not tell in the least
+       Which way was best.
+
+     The small gray Mouse ran North
+       And the small gray Mouse ran South
+     And scurried back and forth
+       To escape the Kitten's dreadful teeth-lined mouth!
+
+     But Kitty thought it precious fun
+     To see the panting Mousie run,
+     And when it almost got away
+     Her furry paw upon its back would lay.
+
+     But Kitty grew too vain and sure;
+     She thought she had the Mouse secure;
+     She turned her head, she shut her eyes.
+       That was not wise,
+     And ere she knew
+     The gray Mouse up the chimney flew,
+     Where dainty cats could not pursue.
+       So she had nothing else to do
+         But miew--oo--oo--!
+
+
+  [Illustration: "YOU MAKE SO MUCH NOISE I CAN'T SLEEP!"
+  FROM THE PAINTING BY J. H. DOLPH.]
+
+
+THE RABBIT, THE TURTLE, AND THE OWL
+
+The little girl and the little boy stood in the corn-field near the
+hollow tree where the Owl lived. The corn was in shocks like wigwams,
+and the yellow pumpkins lay on the ground. The Turtle came up from the
+brook below the corn-field, and stuck his head out of his shell to
+watch. The Rabbit sat on the edge of the slope, with his ears sticking
+straight up, to listen.
+
+The sleepy Owl stirred behind his knot-hole.
+
+"Don't you think," said the little boy, "that the Rabbit--"
+
+"And the Turtle--" said the little girl.
+
+"And the Owl," went on the little boy, "should have a Thanksgiving
+dinner?"
+
+"Yes, a good dinner," replied the little girl, "right here in the
+corn-field."
+
+"We could have a pumpkin table," said the little boy.
+
+"And pumpkin chairs," said the little girl.
+
+So, as Thanksgiving was that very day, and there was no time to lose,
+they began to work. They found a fine, big, flat-topped pumpkin, and
+placed it for a table at the foot of the Owl's tree. Then they found
+three little pumpkins for stools.
+
+"They won't want to eat until night," said the little boy.
+
+"No," said the little girl; "the Owl and the Turtle and the Rabbit,
+too,--they like dinner at night."
+
+"We will lay everything out for them before we go to Grandmother's,"
+said the little boy, "and when we come home, we can see all eating their
+good Thanksgiving dinner."
+
+The little boy ran and brought parsley and cabbage leaves for the
+Rabbit; and when the Rabbit saw that, he trotted home in a hurry, for
+fear he might be tempted to eat before it was time.
+
+The little girl brought a fine big mushroom for the Turtle, for she had
+once seen a turtle nibble all around the edge of a mushroom.
+
+"The Owl will have to bring his own dinner," said the little boy, "but I
+will get him a piece of bread to eat with it." So he did.
+
+That night the little girl and boy drove home by moonlight from their
+grandmother's farm. When they were in their own room they looked out of
+the window toward the corn-field. They saw the corn-shocks, like
+wigwams, with black shadows. They saw the tree dark against the sky.
+They saw the big round yellow moon rising above the ridge of the field.
+They saw the pumpkin table and pumpkin chairs. They saw, sitting on one
+chair, the Rabbit, with his ears sticking straight up as he ate his
+parsley and cabbage. They saw the Turtle, stretching his head out of his
+shell as he nibbled his mushroom. They saw the Owl on his chair, eating
+the dinner he had brought. "Oh, isn't it beautiful!" said the little
+girl. "Beautiful!" said the little boy.
+
+
+HOMES
+
+BY ANNIE WILLIS McCULLOUGH
+
+     My bunnies like their cozy house, although they scamper out to play;
+     My chickens like the slatted coop where all the mother hens must stay.
+     My kitten likes her basket bed out in the woodshed near our door,
+     My puppy loves his cellar box; he sleeps and plays, then sleeps
+               some more.
+
+     But _I_ have got the nicest home. My house is better far than theirs;
+     Its windows let the sunshine in; it has a porch, it has some stairs.
+     But I like best the kitchen warm, with table, stove, and pantry neat;
+     The place where Dinah works, and makes good things for us to eat!
+
+
+  [Illustration: Bill of Fare
+
+               Fish          Perch
+               Entree        Bread
+               Vegetables    Corn
+                             Carrots
+                             Tomatoes
+               Dessert       Watermelon
+                             Apples.]
+
+  [Illustration: Here comes our dinner!]
+
+  [Illustration: A Shower of good things.]
+
+  [Illustration: MEAL-TIME IN THE BEAR-PITS AT THE ZOO.]
+
+                              A Glutton.
+
+
+  [Illustration: "FULL INSIDE."
+  FROM AN ENGRAVING OF THE PAINTING BY ARTHUR J. ELSLEY.]
+
+
+THE FINE GOOD SHOW
+
+BY JESSIE WRIGHT WHITCOMB
+
+  [Illustration: "'GOOD MORNING, COW, COME AND TAKE A WALK WITH US.'"]
+
+A little girl and a little boy started down the road together to take a
+walk. They met a dog.
+
+"Good morning, Dog," said the little girl. "Bow-wow!" answered the dog.
+
+"Come and take a walk with us, Dog," said the little boy.
+
+So they all went down the road together.
+
+Pretty soon they met a cat.
+
+"Good morning, Cat," said the little boy. "Miaouw!" answered the cat.
+
+"Come and take a walk with us, Cat," said the little girl. So they all
+went down the road together.
+
+Pretty soon they met a rooster.
+
+"Good morning, Rooster," said the little girl. "Cock-a-doodle-doo!"
+answered the rooster.
+
+"Come and take a walk with us, Rooster," said the little boy.
+
+So they all went down the road together.
+
+Pretty soon they met a duck.
+
+"Good morning, Duck," said the little boy. "Quack, quack!" answered the
+duck.
+
+"Come and take a walk with us, Duck," said the little girl.
+
+So they all went down the road talking merrily with one another.
+
+Pretty soon they saw a little pinky-white pig with a funny little curly
+tail.
+
+  [Illustration: "'GOOD MORNING, DUCK, COME AND TAKE A WALK WITH US.'"]
+
+"Good morning, Pig," said the little girl. "Grunt, grunt!" answered the
+pig.
+
+"Come and take a walk with us, Pig," said the little boy.
+
+So they all went down the road together.
+
+Pretty soon they came to a pasture.
+
+In the pasture was a nice, old, red cow.
+
+"Good morning, Cow," said the little boy. "Moo, moo!" answered the cow.
+
+"Come and take a walk with us," said the little girl.
+
+But the cow shook her head; she couldn't open the pasture bars.
+
+"We will let down the bars for you, Cow," said the little boy and the
+little girl.
+
+So they let down the bars, and the dog, and the cat, and the rooster,
+and the duck, and the little white pig with the curly tail, and the
+little boy, and the little girl, all went in to see the cow.
+
+The little girl climbed on the cow's back, and the little boy climbed on
+the cow's back, and the dog jumped on the cow's back, and the cat jumped
+on the cow's neck, and the rooster flew up on the cow's head, and the
+little white pig with the curly tail, and the duck, walked behind the
+cow, and they all went down the road together just as happy as they
+could be.
+
+  [Illustration: "'GOOD MORNING, PIG, COME AND TAKE A WALK WITH US.'"]
+
+Pretty soon they met a carriage with two women in it.
+
+"Mercy on me!" said the two women. "What's this!"
+
+"This is a fine, good show," answered the little girl.
+
+"Well, I should think it was!" said the two women. "It is a beautiful
+show."
+
+"Thank you," said the little boy.
+
+"Good-by," said the two women.
+
+"Good-by," said the little girl.
+
+So the cow, carrying the little boy, and the little girl, and the dog,
+and the cat, and the rooster, with the little white pig with the curly
+tail, and the duck, walking along behind, all went down the road
+together.
+
+Pretty soon they met a wagon with three men in it.
+
+"Well! Well! Well!" said the three men. "Just look! What's all this?"
+
+"This is a fine, good show," said the little boy, bowing very politely.
+
+"Indeed it is!" said the three men. "It's great!"
+
+"Thank you," said the little boy, "I am pleased that you like it."
+
+"Good-by," said the little girl.
+
+So the cow, carrying the little girl, and the little boy, and the dog,
+and the cat, and the rooster, with the little white pig with the curly
+tail, and the duck, walking behind, all went down the road together.
+
+  [Illustration: THE FINE, GOOD SHOW.]
+
+Pretty soon they came to a store. The Store Man stood out in front of
+his store.
+
+"Good morning, Mr. Store Man," said the little boy, "I have a little
+silver piece in my pocket."
+
+"Good morning!" said the Store Man. "What can I do for you?"
+
+"We want to buy some things for our Show," said the little boy.
+
+"I'm glad of that!" said the Store Man.
+
+So the little boy jumped down, and the little girl jumped down, and the
+dog jumped down, and the cat jumped down, and the rooster flew down.
+
+"We want to buy a little corn for our cow and our pig," said the little
+boy.
+
+"And we want to buy a little wheat for our rooster and our duck," said
+the little girl.
+
+"And we want to buy a little meat for our dog," said the little boy.
+
+"And we want to buy a little milk for our cat," said the little girl.
+
+"And we want to buy some great, long sticks of candy for us!" said the
+little boy and the little girl together. "I hope you have some."
+
+The Store Man took the money and brought out all the things.
+
+  [Illustration: "THE STORE MAN BROUGHT OUT ALL THE THINGS."]
+
+The cow and the little white pig with the curly tail ate the corn; the
+rooster and the duck ate the wheat; the dog ate the meat, and the cat
+drank the milk, and the little girl and the little boy ate the great,
+long sticks of candy.
+
+"Good-by, Mr. Store Man," said the little girl.
+
+"Good-by, Mr. Store Man," said the little boy.
+
+"Good-by, all of you," answered the Store Man.
+
+So the little girl, and the little boy, and the dog, and the cat, and
+the rooster, and the duck, and the little pig with the curly tail, all
+went back up the road again.
+
+Pretty soon they came to the pasture. The cow walked in.
+
+"Good-by, Cow and Dog and Cat and Rooster and Duck and Pig!" shouted the
+little boy.
+
+"Good-by, Pig and Duck and Rooster and Cat and Dog and Cow!" called the
+little girl.
+
+"Moo-moo!" answered the cow.
+
+"Grunt-grunt!" answered the pig.
+
+"Miaouw, miaouw!" answered the cat.
+
+"Quack, quack!" answered the duck.
+
+"Cock-a-doodle-doo!" answered the rooster. "Bow-wow!" answered the dog.
+
+And the little boy and the little girl put up the bars and ran back home
+as fast as they could go.
+
+                              _Jessie Wright Whitcomb._
+
+  [Illustration: "THE LITTLE BOY AND THE LITTLE GIRL PUT UP THE BARS."]
+
+
+GAY AND SPY
+
+(_A Rhyming Story for Little Folk_)
+
+      One beautiful day in the month of May,
+      A little girl whose name was Gay
+      (They called her that, because, you see,
+      She was always cheerful as she could be)
+      Went for a walk in the woods near by,
+      And her dog went with her (his name was Spy).
+
+      As they strolled along a fine woodland path
+      She saw a little bird taking a bath.
+      She kept very still and watched him splash,
+      When all at once, with a sudden dash,
+      Into the brook jumped little dog Spy.
+      My, how he made the water fly!
+     "What a bad, bad dog you are!" said Gay.
+     "Birdie won't bathe any more to-day.
+      You frightened him so, but, never mind,
+      He's only frightened, not hurt, he'll find.
+      We'll walk on further and you must try
+      To be good and quiet."
+                           "_Bow-wow!_" said Spy.
+
+  [Illustration: "INTO THE BROOK JUMPED LITTLE DOG SPY."]
+
+      They had only walked on a little way,
+      When something rustled: "What's that?" said Gay.
+      Out from the leaves sprang a squirrel red
+      And sped like a flash down the path ahead.
+      Close behind him was little dog Spy.
+      He paid no heed to the little girl's cry.
+
+  [Illustration: "'YOU'RE YOUNG,' SAID GAY, 'AND IS THAT WHY YOU
+  ACT SO SILLY?'"]
+
+      She whistled and called; they were out of sight.
+      She waited a moment, then laughed outright.
+      For who was this coming? Why, little dog Spy!
+      But he didn't look happy--with head held high--
+      Indeed, he looked rather ashamed instead
+      For he hadn't caught the squirrel red.
+      Spy couldn't climb trees, and so, you see,
+      Master Squirrel escaped quite easily.
+     "You're young," said Gay, "and is that why
+      You act so silly?"
+                           "_Bow-wow!_" said Spy.
+
+     "I'm tired of walking," the little girl said,
+     "I think I will pick some flowers instead.
+      I will take them home to my Grandma, dear;
+      She loves them but she can't walk out here."
+      There were plenty of flowers all around.
+      Sweet white violets covered the ground.
+      There were lovely long-stemmed blue ones, too,
+      And all around the May-flowers grew.
+      But when she had all her hands would hold,
+      It was time to leave, it was growing cold.
+      The sun was sinking. But where was Spy?
+      She whistled and called,--but no reply!
+     "Where can he be?" she said, when hark!
+      Off in the distance she heard him bark.
+     "He must have a rabbit," said she, "that's all."
+      And sure enough, by an old stone-wall,
+      Spy was barking away as hard as he could--
+      As if scaring the rabbit would do any good.
+     "The rabbit is safe in that wall," said Gay,
+     "He wouldn't come out if you barked all day.
+      So you better come home for it's growing late.
+      And Mother will wonder why I wait.
+      Supper'll be ready, too. Oh, my!
+      Are you hungry as I am?"
+                           "_Bow-wow!_" said Spy.
+
+
+  [Illustration: "I'SE BIGGEST!"
+  FROM AN ENGRAVING OF THE PAINTING BY ARTHUR J. ELSLEY.]
+
+
+The Ballad of a runaway Donkey:
+
+by Emilie Poulsson:
+
+here shadow'd forth in divers pictures by Alfred Brenon.
+
+     A sturdy little Donkey,
+     All dressed in sober gray,
+     Once took it in his long-eared head
+     That he would run away.
+
+  2  So, when a little open
+     He saw the sable door,
+     He ran as if he never would
+     Come back there any more.
+
+  3  Away that Donkey galloped
+     And ran and ran and ran
+     And ran and ran and ran and ran
+     And Ran and RAn and RAN!
+
+  4  Behind him ran the Children,
+     The Groom and Coachman, too;
+     The Farmer and the farmer's man,
+     To see what  they could do.
+
+  5  Some carried whips to whip him,
+     Some, oats to coax him near,
+     Some called "Come here you foolish beast!"
+     And some, "Come, Barney, dear."
+
+  6  But not a whit cared Barney
+     For cross or coaxing word;
+     And clatter, clatter, clatter still,
+     His little hoofs were heard.
+
+  7  And all across the meadow,
+     And up and o'er the hill,
+     And through the woods and down the dale
+     He galloped with a will.
+
+  8  And into every hayfield
+     And through the swamp and mire
+     Still Barney ran and ran and ran
+     As if he'd never tire!
+
+  9  His chasers all stopped running,
+     Then meek as any lamb
+     Did Barney stand as if to say,
+     "Come catch me! here I am."
+
+ 10  But when one of them started,
+     Then Barney started, too;
+     As if the chase had just begun
+     Away he swiftly flew.
+
+ 11  But there's an end to all things,
+     And so, (the stupid elf)
+     When no one else could capture him
+     This donkey caught himself.
+
+ 12  For, running in the barn-yard,
+     He did not calculate
+     What consequences would befall,
+     And hit the swinging gate.
+
+ 13  It quickly swung together,
+     Down dropped the iron latch
+     O, Barney Gray! to think that you
+     The runaway should catch!
+
+ 14  The Children danced with pleasure,
+     The Groom roared with delight,
+     The Others smiled their broadest smiles
+     Or laughed with all their might.
+
+ 15  But Barney, naughty Barney,
+     Had mischief in him still
+     For when the laughing Coachman tried
+     To lead him up the hill
+
+ 16  His donkeyship determined
+     That he would yet have fun
+     So braced himself and stood stock still
+     As if he weighed a ton!
+
+ 17  But mighty was the Coachman
+     And pulled with such a will
+     That Barney soon was being dragged
+     Full roughly up the hill.
+
+ 18    "Well, well!" at last thought Barney
+       "The Coachman is so strong
+     I might as well be good just now,"
+     And so he walked along.
+
+ 19  And when he reached the stable
+     And stood within the stall,
+     You'd scarce believe so meek a beast
+     Could run away, at all!
+
+ 20  Now all the meditations
+     Of this same Barney Gray
+     Are only of some future chance
+     When he may run away.
+
+
+THE THREE BEARS[M]
+
+Once upon a time there were three bears who lived in a castle in a great
+wood. One of them was a great big bear, and one was a middling bear, and
+one was a little bear. And in the same wood there was a fox who lived
+all alone; his name was Scrapefoot. Scrapefoot was very much afraid of
+the bears, but for all that he wanted very much to know all about them.
+And one day as he went through the wood he found himself near the Bears'
+Castle, and he wondered whether he could get into the castle. He looked
+all about him everywhere, and he could not see any one. So he came up
+very quietly, till at last he came up to the door of the castle, and he
+tried whether he could open it. Yes! the door was not locked, and he
+opened it just a little way, and put his nose in and looked, and he
+could not see any one. So then he opened it a little way farther, and
+put one paw in, and then another paw, and another and another, and then
+he was all in the Bears' Castle. He found he was in a great hall with
+three chairs in it--one big, one middling, and one little chair; and he
+thought he would like to sit down and rest and look about him; so he sat
+down on the big chair. But he found it so hard and uncomfortable that it
+made his bones ache, and he jumped down at once and got into the
+middling chair, and he turned round and round in it, but he couldn't
+make himself comfortable. So then he went to the little chair and sat
+down in it, and it was so soft and warm and comfortable that Scrapefoot
+was quite happy; but all at once it broke to pieces under him and he
+couldn't put it together again! So he got up and began to look about him
+again, and on one table he saw three saucers, of which one was very big,
+one was middling, one was quite a little saucer. Scrapefoot was very
+thirsty, and he began to drink out of the big saucer. But he only just
+tasted the milk in the big saucer, which was so sour and so nasty that
+he would not taste another drop of it. Then he tried the middling
+saucer, and he drank a little of that. He tried two or three mouthfuls,
+but it was not nice, and then he left it and went to the little saucer,
+and the milk in the little saucer was so sweet and so nice that he went
+on drinking it till it was all gone.
+
+Then Scrapefoot thought he would like to go upstairs; and he listened
+and he could not hear any one. So upstairs he went, and he found a great
+room with three beds in it; one was a big bed, and one was a middling
+bed, and one was a little white bed; and he climbed up into the big bed,
+but it was so hard and lumpy and uncomfortable that he jumped down again
+at once, and tried the middling bed. That was rather better, but he
+could not get comfortable in it, so after turning about a little while
+he got up and went to the little bed; and that was so soft and so warm
+and so nice that he fell fast asleep at once.
+
+And after a time the Bears came home, and when they got into the hall
+the big Bear went to his chair and said, "Who's been sitting in my
+chair?" and the middling Bear said, "Who's been sitting in my chair?"
+and the little Bear said, "Who's been sitting in my chair and has broken
+it all to pieces?" And then they went to have their milk, and the big
+bear said, "Who's been drinking my milk?" and the middling Bear said,
+"Who's been drinking my milk?" And the little Bear said, "Who's been
+drinking my milk and has drunk it all up?" Then they went upstairs and
+into the bedroom, and the big Bear said, "Who's been sleeping in my
+bed?" and the middling Bear said, "Who's been sleeping in my bed?" and
+the little Bear said, "Who's been sleeping in my bed?--and see here he
+is!" So then the Bears came and wondered what they should do with him;
+and the big Bear said, "Let's hang him!" and then the middling Bear
+said, "Let's drown him!" and then the little Bear said, "Let's throw him
+out of the window." And then the Bears took him to the window, and the
+big Bear took two legs on one side and the middling Bear took two legs
+on the other side, and they swung him backwards and forwards, backwards
+and forwards, and out of the window. Poor Scrapefoot was so frightened,
+and he thought every bone in his body must be broken. But he got up and
+first shook one leg--no, that was not broken; and then another, and that
+was not broken; and another and another, and then he wagged his tail and
+found there were no bones broken. So then he galloped off home as fast
+as he could go, and never went near the Bears' Castle again.
+
+  [M] From "More English Fairy Tales," edited by Joseph Jacobs. Used by
+  permission of the publishers, G. P. Putnam's Sons.
+
+
+THE LITTLE BEAR'S STORY
+
+BY C. F. HOLDER
+
+"Yes," the little bear cub would say, "that is my picture. I am a native
+of the State of California. I don't remember distinctly where I was
+born, but it was up in the Sierras, where the snow lies in great banks,
+and the giant trees stand like sentinels, and where you might travel for
+days and weeks and meet no one but bears.
+
+"The first thing I recollect was finding myself in a big burrow covered
+with snow, then my mother broke the way out and led us (I had a brother)
+down the mountain. We soon left the snow; and I remember one day, at
+sunset, we stood on an overhanging rock, and my mother showed us the
+green valleys and nice dark forests where we could hide, and far off was
+the gleaming sea. Mother did not care very much for the water, I think.
+
+"My mother was hungry, after the long winter fast, and every day took us
+lower and lower, until one night she led us into a sheep ranch. Then our
+troubles began, for she left us to catch a lamb, and never came back. We
+heard all about it afterward. Some ranchers had seen her, and rode out
+on horseback to enjoy the cruel sport of 'roping a bear'. As they rode
+around her, one threw his lariat about her neck; another caught her
+forefoot as she stood up, another her hind leg; and then they dragged
+her away to the ranch-house--and so we became orphans.
+
+"It was not long before the dogs found us, and a man carried me home in
+a basket to his wife, who treated me very kindly. I did not like it, but
+pretended I did, and ate all I could, always watching and hoping for a
+chance to run away to my mountain home. My mistress, however, soon
+thought I was too knowing, and put a chain about my neck. Finally, when
+I was about four months old, they sent me to a friend in San Francisco.
+I shall never forget how people looked at me and laughed when I stood on
+my hind legs, as if there was anything laughable in that! But they gave
+me sugar and other good things, and I fared well.
+
+"My new master was a butcher, and most of the time I stayed in his shop.
+But some days, when I was very homesick, and longed for my mother, and
+the little cub who had been carried off, I did not know where, the
+butcher's wife would take me into her room back of the shop, and then I
+would go to sleep, cuddled up close upon a rug, with my paws on her
+hand, and dream that I was back in my mountain home.
+
+"One day I heard my master say I was to be pho-to-graphed, and I thought
+my time had come. You see, I had never heard the word before. There was
+no escape, as I was kept tied, and the next morning my master took me
+under his big coat in the cable-cars. I could just peep through one of
+the button-holes, and all at once I uttered a loud whine. You should
+have seen how the passengers stared at my master, who I know looked
+embarrassed, as he gave me a tremendous squeeze. We soon got out, and I
+was carried up a flight of stairs, and placed on a table in a room, the
+walls of which were covered with pictures of people's faces, all of
+which seemed to keep their eyes fixed on me.
+
+"My master petted me and gave me some sugar, and I began to think that
+being photographed was possibly not so bad, after all. Presently a man
+came in. He looked very much astonished, and said, 'Why, I thought you
+engaged a sitting for "a descendant of one of the early settlers"?'
+
+"'So I did,' replied my master; 'there it is,' pointing to where I stood
+up, blinking with all my might.
+
+"'Why, it's a cub bear!' exclaimed the man.
+
+"'Well, it is a relative of some early settlers, all the same,' my
+master answered.
+
+"At this the man smiled good-humoredly, then he went into another room,
+while my master petted me and gave me so much sugar that I had the
+toothache from it. After a while the man came back and said he was
+ready, and I was taken into a room where there was a big thing like a
+gun on three legs, with a cloth over it. My master sat down in a chair
+and held me in his lap while the man pointed the gun at us.
+
+"I thought I was to be shot, and tried to get away, and this made the
+man so cross that he came out from under the cloth and said he couldn't
+do it. Then my master put me up in a child's chair and propped something
+tight against my head, at which they both laughed so loud you could have
+heard them in the street, and I jumped down.
+
+"Finally, the man tapped his forehead and said, 'I have it.' He put a
+screen before the gun and my master set me on top of it, holding my
+chain while the man crept under the cloth. I did not dare move, as I was
+astride of the screen, my hind feet hanging in the air. I prepared for
+the worst. Then the man came out again, looked at me sharply, and turned
+my head a little, telling me to smile, at which my master laughed. The
+man next shook a tambourine at me, and as I turned to see what the noise
+meant, I heard a _click!_ and just then my master took me down and
+carried me home, much to my relief.
+
+"I wondered what it was all about until one day my master took me on his
+knee, and, holding up a card, said, 'Well, here you are!'--and what do
+you suppose it was? Nothing more or less than my picture; just as I was
+perched astride the screen the day when I thought I was going to be
+killed. Here it is":
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+THE HARE AND THE HEDGEHOG
+
+BY THE BROTHERS GRIMM
+
+This tale, my young readers, will seem to you to be quite false; but
+still it must be true, for my Grandfather, who used to tell it to me,
+would wind up by saying, "All this is true, my son, else it would never
+have been told to me." The tale runs thus:--
+
+It was a fine summer's morning, just before harvest-time; the buckwheat
+was in flower, and the sun was shining brightly in the heaven above, a
+breeze was blowing over the fields, where the larks were singing; and
+along the paths the people were going to church dressed in their best.
+Every creature seemed contented, even the Hedgehog, who stood before his
+door singing as he best could a joyful song in praise of the fine
+morning. Indoors, meanwhile, his Wife was washing and drying the
+kitchen, before going into the fields for a walk to see how the crops
+were getting on. She was such a long while, however, about her work that
+Mr. Hedgehog would wait no longer, and trotted off by himself. He had
+not walked any very long distance before he came to a small thicket,
+near a field of cabbages, and there he espied a Hare, who he guessed had
+come on a similar errand to himself; namely, to devour a few fine heads.
+As soon as Mr. Hedgehog saw the Hare, he wished him a good morning; but
+the latter, who was in his way a high-minded creature, turned a fierce
+and haughty look upon the Hedgehog, and made no reply to his greeting.
+He asked, instead, in a very majestic tone, how he came to be walking
+abroad at such an early hour. "I am taking a walk," replied the
+Hedgehog.
+
+"A walk!" repeated the Hare, in an ironical tone, "methinks you might
+employ your legs about something better!"
+
+This answer vexed the Hedgehog most dreadfully, for he could have borne
+anything better than to be quizzed about his legs, because they were
+naturally short, and from no fault of his own. However, he said to the
+Hare, "Well, you need not be so proud, pray, what can you do with those
+legs of yours?" "That is my affair," replied the Hare. "I expect, if you
+would venture a trial, that I should beat you in a race," said the
+Hedgehog.
+
+"You are laughing! you, with your short legs!" said the Hare
+contemptuously. "But still, since you have such a particular wish, I
+have no objection to try. What shall the wager be?"
+
+"A louis d'or," replied the Hedgehog.
+
+"Done!" said the Hare, "and it may as well come off at once."
+
+"No! not in such great haste, if you please," said the Hedgehog; "I am
+not quite ready yet; I must first go home and freshen up a bit. Within
+half-an-hour I will return to this place."
+
+Thereupon the Hedgehog hurried off, leaving the Hare very merry. On his
+way home the former thought to himself, "Mr. Hare is very haughty and
+high-minded, but withal he is very stupid, and although he thinks to
+beat me with his long legs, I will find a way to defeat him." So, as
+soon as the Hedgehog reached home, he told his Wife to dress herself at
+once to go into the field with him.
+
+"What is the matter?" asked his Wife.
+
+"I have made a wager with the Hare, for a louis d'or, to run a race with
+him, and you must be witness."
+
+"My goodness, man! are you in your senses!" said the Wife, "do you know
+what you are about? How can you expect to run so fast as the Hare?"
+
+"Hold your tongue, Wife; that is my affair. Don't you reason about men's
+business. March, and get ready to come with me."
+
+As soon, then, as the Hedgehog's Wife was ready they set out together;
+and on the way he said, "Now attend to what I say. On the long field
+yonder we shall decide our bet. The Hare is to run on the one side of
+the hedge and I on the other, and so all you have to do is to stop at
+one end of the hedge, and then when the Hare arrives on the other side
+at the same point, you must call out, 'I am here already.'"
+
+They soon came to the field, and the Hedgehog stationed himself at one
+end of the hedge, and his Wife at the other end; and as soon as they had
+taken their places the Hare arrived. "Are you ready to start?" asked the
+Hare. "Yes," answered the Hedgehog, and each took his place. "Off once,
+off twice, three times and off!" cried the Hare, and ran up the field
+like a whirlwind; while the Hedgehog took three steps and then returned
+to his place.
+
+The Hare soon arrived at his goal, as he ran all the way at top speed,
+but before he could reach it, the Hedgehog's Wife on the other side
+called out, "I am here already!" The Hare was thunderstruck to hear this
+said, for he thought it really was his opponent, since there was no
+difference in the voices of the Hedgehog and his Wife. "This will not
+do!" thought the Hare to himself; but presently he called out, "Once,
+twice, and off again;" and away he went as fast as possible, leaving the
+Hedgehog quietly sitting in her place. "I am here before you," cried
+Mr. Hedgehog, as soon as the Hare approached. "What! again?" exclaimed
+the Hare in a rage; and added, "Will you dare another trial!" "Oh! as
+many as you like; do not be afraid on my account," said Mr. Hedgehog,
+courteously.
+
+So the Hare then ran backwards and forwards three-and-seventy times, but
+each time the Hedgehogs had the advantage of him, for either Mr. or Mrs.
+shouted before he could reach the goal, "Here I am already!"
+
+The four-and-seventieth time the Hare was unable to run any more. In the
+middle of the course he stopped and dropped down quite exhausted, and
+there he lay motionless for some time. But the Hedgehog took the louis
+d'or which he had won, and went composedly home with his Wife.
+
+
+THE WEE ROBIN'S CHRISTMAS SONG
+
+A SCOTCH STORY, ATTRIBUTED TO ROBERT BURNS
+
+ADAPTED BY JENNIE ELLIS BURDICK
+
+There was an old gray Pussy Cat, and she went away down by a brookside.
+There she saw a wee Robin Redbreast hopping on a brier bush.
+
+Says the gray Pussy Cat: "Where are you going, wee Robin?"
+
+And the wee Robin makes answer: "I'm going away to the King to sing him
+a song this glad Christmas morning."
+
+And the gray Pussy Cat says, "Come here, wee Robin, and I'll let you see
+a pretty white ring I have around my neck."
+
+But the wee Robin says: "No, no! gray Pussy Cat, no, no! You worried the
+wee mousie, but you cannot worry me!"
+
+So the wee Robin flew away until he came to a wall of earth and grass,
+and there he saw a gray greedy Hawk sitting.
+
+And the gray greedy Hawk says: "Where are you going, wee Robin?"
+
+And the wee Robin makes answer: "I'm going away to the King to sing him
+a song this glad Christmas morning."
+
+And the gray greedy Hawk says: "Come here, wee Robin, and I'll let you
+see the bright feather in my wing."
+
+  [Illustration: WEE ROBIN AND THE OLD GRAY PUSSY CAT]
+
+But wee Robin says: "No, no! gray greedy Hawk, no, no! You pecked the
+little Meadowlark, but you cannot peck me!"
+
+So the wee Robin flew away until he came to a steep, rocky hillside, and
+there he saw a sly Fox sitting. And the sly Fox says, "Where are you
+going, wee Robin?"
+
+And the wee Robin makes answer: "I'm going away to the King to sing him
+a song this glad Christmas morning."
+
+And the sly Fox says: "Come here, wee Robin, and I'll let you see the
+pretty spot on the tip of my tail."
+
+But the wee Robin says: "No, no! sly Fox, no, no! You worried the little
+Lamb, but you cannot worry me!"
+
+So the wee Robin flew away until he came to a grassy meadow, and there
+he saw a little shepherd boy.
+
+And the little shepherd says: "Where are you going, wee Robin?"
+
+And wee Robin makes answer: "I'm going away to the King to sing him a
+song this glad Christmas morning."
+
+And the little shepherd boy says: "Come here, wee Robin, and I'll give
+you some crumbs from my lunch."
+
+But the wee Robin says: "No, no! little shepherd boy, no, no! You caught
+the Goldfinch, but you cannot catch me!"
+
+So the wee Robin flew away till he came to the King; and there he sat on
+a plowshare, and sang the King a cheery song. And the King says to the
+Queen: "What will we give to the wee Robin for singing us this cheery
+song?"
+
+And the Queen makes answer to the King: "I think we'll give him the wee
+Wren to be his wife."
+
+So the wee Robin and the wee Wren were married, and the King and the
+Queen, and all the court danced at the wedding. Then the wee Robin and
+the wee Wren flew away home to the wee Robin's own brookside, and hopped
+on the brier bush.
+
+
+THE FOX
+
+     The Fox set out in a hungry plight,
+       And begged the moon to give him light,
+     For he'd many a mile to travel that night
+       Before he could reach his den O!
+
+     First he came to a farmer's yard,
+       Where the ducks and geese declared it was hard
+     That their nerves should be shaken, and their rest be marred
+       By a visit from Mr. Fox O!
+
+     He seized the gray goose by the sleeve,
+       Says he, "Madam Gray Goose, by your leave,
+     I'll carry you off without reprieve,
+       And take you away to my den O!"
+
+     He seized the gray duck by the neck,
+       And flung her over across his back,
+     While the old duck cried out, "Quack, quack, quack,"
+       With her legs dangling down behind O!
+
+     Then old Mrs. Flipper Flapper jumped out of bed,
+       And out of the window she popped her head,
+     Crying, "John, John, John, the gray goose is gone,
+       And the Fox is off to his den O!"
+
+     Then John went up to the top of the hill,
+       And he blew a blast both loud and shrill.
+     Says the Fox, "That is fine music, still
+       I'd rather be off to my den O!"
+
+     So the Fox he hurried home to his den,
+       To his dear little foxes eight, nine, ten.
+     Says he, "We're in luck, here's a big fat duck
+       With her legs dangling down behind O!"
+
+     Then the Fox sat down with his hungry wife,
+       And they made a good meal without fork or knife.
+     They never had a better time in all their life,
+       And the little ones picked the bones O!
+
+
+THREE COMPANIONS
+
+BY DINAH MARIA MULOCK-CRAIK
+
+     We go on our walk together--
+       Baby and dog and I--
+     Three little merry companions,
+       'Neath any sort of sky
+     Blue as our baby's eyes are,
+       Gray like our old dog's tail;
+     Be it windy or cloudy or stormy,
+       Our courage will never fail.
+
+     Baby's a little lady;
+       Dog is a gentleman brave;
+     If he had two legs as you have,
+       He'd kneel to her like a slave;
+     As it is, he loves and protects her,
+       As dog and gentleman can.
+     I'd rather be a kind doggie,
+       I think, than a cruel man.
+
+
+"'FRAID CAT!"
+
+BY FRANK MUNRO
+
+     To Pussy-town, the other day,
+           The movies came.
+           And you must know,
+     The only chance mice have to play
+           Is when the cats
+           Go to the show!
+
+     (Yes, mice have certain little "rights"--
+           Though I confess
+           'Em hard to see!
+     And one is to stay up o' nights
+           And steal our cheese--
+           If cheese there be!)
+
+     Well, in the playhouse, on the screen,
+           The pussies saw
+           (And so may you)
+     True love run smoothly, I ween:
+           But "also ran,"
+           A dog in blue!
+
+     The foolish cats, in great alarm,
+           Dashed out, nor
+           Asked for money back!--
+     A dog policeman has no charm
+           When he is close
+           Upon one's track!
+
+     They did not use their heads. I fear;
+           (Some boys and girls
+           Are just like that)
+     And so the pussies now must hear
+           The grown folks say
+           "'Fraid cat! 'Fraid cat!"
+
+
+  [Illustration: THE CATS AT THE MOVIES
+  FROM A DRAWING BY CULMER BARNES]
+
+
+THE SPIDER AND THE FLY
+
+BY MARY HOWITT
+
+     "Will you walk into my parlor?" said the Spider to the Fly,
+     "'Tis the prettiest little parlor that ever you did spy;
+     The way into my parlor is up a winding stair,
+     And I have many curious things to show when you are there."
+     "Oh, no, no," said the little Fly, "to ask me is in vain;
+     For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again."
+
+     "I'm sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high;
+     Will you rest upon my little bed?" said the Spider to the Fly.
+     "There are pretty curtains drawn around, the sheets are fine and thin;
+     And if you like to rest a while, I'll snugly tuck you in!"
+     "Oh, no, no," said the little Fly, "for I've often heard it said,
+     They never, never wake again, who sleep upon your bed!"
+
+     Said the cunning Spider to the Fly, "Dear friend, what can I do
+     To prove the warm affection I've always felt for you?
+     I have, within my pantry, good store of all that's nice;
+     I'm sure you're very welcome--will you please to take a slice?"
+     "Oh, no, no," said the little Fly, "kind sir, that cannot be,
+     I've heard what's in your pantry, and I do not wish to see!"
+
+     "Sweet creature," said the Spider, "you're witty and you're wise;
+     How handsome are your gauzy wings, how brilliant are your eyes!
+     I have a little looking-glass upon my parlor shelf;
+     If you'll step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself."
+     "I thank you, gentle sir," she said, "for what you're pleased to say,
+     And bidding you good morning now, I'll call another day."
+
+     The Spider turned him round about, and went into his den,
+     For well he knew the silly Fly would soon be back again;
+     So he wove a subtle web in a little corner sly,
+     And set his table ready to dine upon the Fly.
+     Then he came out to his door again, and merrily did sing:
+     "Come hither, hither, pretty Fly, with the pearl and silver wing;
+     Your robes are green and purple, there's a crest upon your head;
+     Your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead."
+
+     Alas, alas! how very soon this silly little Fly,
+     Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by:
+     With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew--
+     Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and purple hue;
+     Thinking only of her crested head--poor foolish thing! At last,
+     Up jumped the cunning Spider, and fiercely held her fast.
+     He dragged her up his winding stair, into his dismal den
+     Within his little parlor--but she ne'er came out again!
+
+
+  [Illustration: "HELLO! IS THIS THE CLOVER NOOK DAIRY? PLEASE SEND ME
+  SOME MILK AT ONCE. GOOD-BY"]
+
+
+
+
+#Everyday Verses#
+
+BY ALDEN ARTHUR KNIPE
+
+PICTURES BY EMILIE BENSON KNIPE
+
+
+
+
+A LITTLE GENTLEMAN
+
+     When Mother drops things on the floor,
+       My father asks me: "Who
+     Should always pick them up for her?"
+       And so I always do.
+
+     He says I haven't far to reach
+       And that a gentleman
+     Must do things for his Mother
+       And be helpful as he can.
+
+     But Mother bends down just the same,--
+       She has to, don't you see?
+     For after she's said "Thank you, dear,"
+       She stoops and kisses me.
+
+
+TIME FOR EVERYTHING
+
+     There's a time to run and a time to walk;
+     There's a time for silence, a time for talk;
+     There's a time for work and a time for play;
+     There's a time for sleep at the close of day.
+     There's a time for everything you do,
+     For children and for grown-ups, too.
+     A time to stand up and a time to sit,--
+     But see that the time and actions fit.
+
+
+UMBRELLAS AND RUBBERS
+
+     Umbrellas and rubbers
+       You never forget,
+     Whenever it's raining
+       Or snowy or wet;
+
+     But if it should clear up,
+       While you are away,
+     Please bring them back home
+       For the next rainy day.
+
+
+WHISPERING IN SCHOOL
+
+     "Do not whisper" is a rule
+      You will find in every school,
+      And the reason here is given
+          In a rhyme:
+      For children all will chatter
+      About any little matter--
+      And there'd be a dreadful clatter,
+          All the time!
+
+
+RECESS
+
+         The romping boys
+         Make lots of noise,
+     And run and jump and laugh and shout,
+         While here and there,
+         With quiet air,
+     The girls in couples walk about.
+
+         A game begins,
+         But no one wins,
+     Although they play with might and main,
+         For long before
+         The game is o'er
+     The bell rings out for school again.
+
+
+AFTER SCHOOL
+
+     Although we like to go to school,
+       We're rather glad to put away
+     Our books and slates and other things,
+       When it is over for the day.
+
+     And off we go to play and romp,
+       While teacher, who is good and kind,
+     Is left behind all by herself--
+       But then, perhaps, she doesn't mind.
+
+
+MONDAY'S LESSONS
+
+     Study them well on Friday,
+       For it's much the better way,
+     Because when once they're finished
+       You've all Saturday for play.
+
+
+AT DINNER
+
+     No matter where we children are
+       We run in answer to the bell,
+     And dinner comes in piping hot;
+       It makes us hungry just to smell.
+
+     Poor Father sharpens up his knife,
+       And carves with all his might and main;
+     But long before he's had a bite
+       Our Willie's plate comes back again.
+
+     We eat our vegetables and meat,
+       For Mother, who is always right,
+     Says those who wish to have dessert,
+       Must show they have an appetite.
+
+     And when a Sunday comes around,
+       So very, very good we seem,
+     You'd think 'most any one could tell
+       That for dessert we'd have ice-cream.
+
+
+VALOR.
+
+BY LUCY FITCH PERKINS.
+
+     There isn't any giant
+       Within this forest grim,
+     And if there were, I wouldn't be
+       A bit afraid of him!
+
+
+A DOMESTIC TRAGEDY
+
+BY LUCY FITCH PERKINS
+
+     My doll, my doll, my Annabel,
+     She's really feeling far from well!
+     Her wig is gone, her eyes are out,
+     Her legs are left somewhere about,
+     Her arms were stolen by the pup,
+     The hens ate all her sawdust up,
+     So all that's really left of her
+     Is just her clothes and character.
+
+
+THE CAPITALIST.
+
+     I always buy at the lollipop-shop,
+       On the very first day of spring,
+     A bag of marbles, a spinning-top,
+       And a pocketful of string.
+
+
+IN MERRY ENGLAND.
+
+BY LUCY FITCH PERKINS.
+
+     In merry, merry England,
+       In the merry month of May,
+     Miss Mary Ella Montague
+       Went out in best array.
+     Her wise mama called out to her,
+       "My darling Mary Ella,
+     It looks like rain to-day, my dear;
+       You'd best take your umbrella!"
+     That silly girl she paid no heed
+       To her dear mother's call.
+     She walked at least six miles that day,
+       And it never rained at all!
+
+
+THE GOOSE GIRL.
+
+BY LUCY FITCH PERKINS.
+
+     Oh, I'm a goose, and you're a goose, and we're all geese together.
+     We wander over hill and dale, all in the sweet June weather,
+     While wise folk stay indoors and pore
+     O'er dusty books for learning lore.
+     How glad I am--how glad you are--that we're birds of a feather:
+     That you're a goose, and I'm a goose, and we're all geese together!
+
+
+THE PHILOSOPHER
+
+BY LUCY FITCH PERKINS
+
+     Let me make you acquainted with Mrs. O'Toole,
+     Though she's had little learning, she's nobody's fool,
+     She loves her fine geese, but when they are dead
+     She'll comfort herself with a new feather bed.
+
+
+EVERY-DAY VERSES
+
+BY ALDEN ARTHUR KNIPE
+
+PICTURES BY EMILIE BENSON KNIPE
+
+THIRSTY FLOWERS
+
+     I have a little wat'ring-pot,
+       It holds two quarts I think,
+     And when the days are very hot
+       I give the plants a drink.
+
+     They lift their heads as flowers should,
+       And look so green and gay;
+     I'm sure that if they only could,
+       "We thank you, Sir," they'd say.
+
+
+SHARING WITH OTHERS
+
+     Sometimes Mother gives to me
+     Such a lot of money--See!
+     But it's very hard to buy
+     All the things you'd like to try,
+     And you always share your penny
+     With a child who hasn't any.
+
+
+POCKETS
+
+         Pockets are fine
+         For marbles and twine,
+     For knives and rubber bands;
+         So, stuff them tight
+         From morning till night
+     With anything else but hands!
+
+
+WAITING FOR DINNER
+
+     When one is very hungry,
+       It's hard to wait, I know,
+     For minutes seem like hours
+       And the clock is always slow.
+
+     There isn't time to play a game,
+       You just sit down and wait,
+     While Mother says, "Be patient,
+       Our cook is never late."
+
+     It's best when one is hungry,
+       To think of other things,
+     For then, before you know it,
+       The bell for dinner rings.
+
+
+THE CRITIC
+
+     If only more people would write fewer books
+       How well pleased I would be!
+     If all the authors would change into cooks
+       'T would suit me perfectly.
+
+
+DIPLOMACY
+
+BY LUCY FITCH PERKINS
+
+     The Widow Hill has a fine plum-tree!
+     The Widow Hill is fond o' me.
+       I'll call on her to-day!
+     The plum-tree grows by her front door.
+     I've been meaning to call for a week or more
+       To pass the time o' day!
+
+
+IF I WERE QUEEN.
+
+BY LUCY FITCH PERKINS.
+
+     If I were Queen of Anywhere,
+       I'd have a golden crown,
+     And sit upon a velvet chair,
+       And wear a satin gown.
+     A Knight of noble pedigree
+       Should wait beside my seat,
+     To serve me upon bended knee
+       With things I like to eat.
+     I'd have bonbons and cherry pie,
+       Ice-cream and birthday cake,
+     And a page should always stay near by
+       To have my stomach-ache!
+
+
+THOUGHTS IN CHURCH
+
+BY LUCY FITCH PERKINS
+
+     Oh, to be a sailor
+       And sail to foreign lands--
+     To Greenland's icy mountains
+       And India's coral strands!
+     To sail upon the Ganges
+       And see the crocodile,
+     Where every prospect pleases,
+       And only man is vile.
+
+     I'd love to see the heathen
+       Bow down to wood and stone,
+     But his wicked graven image
+       I'd knock from off its throne!
+     The heathen-in-his-blindness
+       Should see a thing or two!
+     He'd know before I left him
+       What a Yankee boy can do!
+
+
+
+
+#THE DAYS OF THE WEEK#
+
+
+
+
+THIS IS THE WAY
+
+     This is the way we wash our clothes,
+       Wash our clothes,
+       Wash our clothes;
+     This is the way we wash our clothes,
+       So early Monday morning.
+
+     This is the way we iron our clothes,
+       Iron our clothes,
+       Iron our clothes;
+     This is the way we iron our clothes,
+       So early Tuesday morning.
+
+     This is the way we mend our shoes,
+       Mend our shoes,
+       Mend our shoes;
+     This is the way we mend our shoes,
+       So early Wednesday morning.
+
+     This is the way we visit our friends,
+       Visit our friends,
+       Visit our friends;
+     This is the way we visit our friends,
+       So early Thursday morning.
+
+     This is the way we sweep the house,
+       Sweep the house,
+       Sweep the house;
+     This is the way we sweep the house,
+       So early Friday morning.
+
+     This is the way we bake our cake,
+       Bake our cake,
+       Bake our cake;
+     This is the way we bake our cake,
+       So early Saturday morning.
+
+     This is the way we go to church,
+       Go to church,
+       Go to church;
+     This is the way we go to church,
+       So early Sunday morning.
+
+
+DAYS OF BIRTH
+
+     Monday's child is fair of face,
+     Tuesday's child is full of grace,
+
+     Wednesday's child is brave and glad,
+     Thursday's child is never bad,
+
+     Friday's child is loving and kind,
+     Saturday's child is clear in mind,
+
+     The child that is born on the Sabbath day
+     Is fair and wise and good and gay.
+
+
+THE WASHING
+
+     They that wash on Monday
+       Have all the week to dry;
+     They that wash on Tuesday
+       Are not so much awry;
+     They that wash on Wednesday
+       Are not so much to blame;
+     They that wash on Thursday
+       Wash for very shame;
+     They that wash on Friday
+       Wash because of need,
+     And they that wash on Saturday,
+       Oh, they are lazy indeed!
+
+
+SOLOMON GRUNDY
+
+     Solomon Grundy,
+     Born on a Monday,
+     Christened on Tuesday,
+     Married on Wednesday,
+     Took ill on Thursday,
+     Worse on Friday,
+     Died on Saturday,
+     Buried on Sunday:
+     This is the end
+     Of Solomon Grundy--
+     Born on a Monday,
+     Christened on Tuesday,
+     Married, _etc._
+
+
+BABY'S PLAY DAYS
+
+     How many days has my baby to play?
+     Saturday, Sunday, Monday,
+     Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday,
+     Saturday, Sunday, Monday.
+
+
+WHICH DO YOU CHOOSE?
+
+  [Illustration: BETTY LOU DOLLY POLLY SALLIE SUE]
+
+     "Oh, ho! little maidens, all in a row,
+      And each one wearing a butterfly bow.
+      Which is the prettiest, Betty, or Lou,
+      Dolly, or Polly, or Sallie, or Sue?
+      I do not know, so I'll have to ask you."
+
+
+SEVEN LITTLE MICE
+
+BY STELLA GEORGE STERN
+
+     Little-Mouse-Sunday found a great, big bun;
+     Little-Mouse-Monday wished that _he_ had one;
+     Little-Mouse-Tuesday was fat enough without;
+     Little-Mouse-Wednesday sat down to sulk and pout,
+     Said Little-Mouse-Thursday, "_I'll_ get one for myself!"
+     Said Little-Mouse-Friday, "There's another on the shelf";
+     Little-Mouse-Saturday began to beg and squeak;
+     "Come on!" said all the seven, "we've enough to last a week!"
+
+
+VISITING
+
+     "Good morning, Monday!
+     Tell me how is Tuesday?"
+     "Very well, Dame Wednesday.
+     Please to tell Miss Thursday,
+     Also little Saturday,
+     To call on Mister Sunday."
+
+
+LITTLE TOMMY'S MONDAY MORNING
+
+(_In a meter neither new nor difficult_)
+
+BY TUDOR JENKS
+
+      All was well on Sunday morning,
+      All was quiet Sunday evening;
+      But, behold, quite early Monday
+      Came a queer, surprising Weakness--
+      Weakness seizing little Tommy!
+      It came shortly after breakfast--
+      Breakfast with wheat-cakes and honey
+      Eagerly devoured by Tommy,
+      Who till then was well as could be.
+      Then, without a moment's warning,
+      Like a sneeze, that awful Aw-choo!
+      Came this Weakness on poor Tommy.
+     "Mother, dear," he whined, "dear mother,
+      I am feeling rather strangely--
+      Don't know what's the matter with me--
+      My right leg is out of kilter,
+      While my ear--my left ear--itches.
+      Don't you know that queerish feeling?"
+     "Not exactly," said his mother.
+     "Does your head ache, Tommy dearest?"
+      Little Thomas, always truthful,
+      Would not say his head was aching,
+      For, you know, it really wasn't.
+     "No, it doesn't _ache_," he answered
+      (Thinking of that noble story
+      Of the Cherry-tree and Hatchet);
+     "But I'm tired, and I'm sleepy,
+      And my shoulder's rather achy.
+      Don't you think perhaps I'd better
+      Stay at home with you, dear mother?"
+
+      Thoughtfully his mother questioned,
+     "How about your school, dear Tommy?
+      Do you wish to miss your lessons?"
+     "Well, you know," was Tommy's answer,
+     "Saturday we played at football;
+      I was tired in the evening,
+      So I didn't learn my lessons--
+      Left them all for Monday morning,
+      Monday morning bright and early--"
+     "And this morning you slept over?"
+      So his mother interrupted.
+     "Yes, mama," admitted Tommy.
+     "So I have not learned my lessons:
+      And I'd better wait till Tuesday.
+      Tuesday I can start in earnest--
+      Tuesday when I'm feeling brighter!"
+
+      Smilingly his mother eyed him,
+      Then she said, "Go ask your father--
+      You will find him in his study,
+      Adding up the week's expenses.
+      See what father says about it."
+
+      Toward the door went Tommy slowly,
+      Seized the knob as if to turn it.
+      Did not turn it; but, returning,
+      Back he came unto his mother.
+     "Mother," said he, very slowly,
+     "Mother, I don't feel so badly;
+      Maybe I'll get through my lessons.
+      Anyway, I think I'll risk it.
+      Have you seen my books, dear mother--
+      My Geography and Speller,
+      History and Definitions,--
+      Since I brought them home on Friday?"
+      No. His mother had not seen them.
+      Then began a search by Tommy.
+      Long he searched, almost despairing,
+      While the clock was striking loudly.
+      And at length when Tommy found them--
+      Found his books beneath the sofa--
+      He'd forgotten all his Weakness,
+      Pains and aches were quite forgotten.
+      At full speed he hastened schoolward.
+      But in vain, for he was tardy,
+      All because of that strange Weakness
+      He had felt on Monday morning.
+
+      Would you know the name that's given,
+      How they call that curious feeling?
+      'Tis the dreaded "Idon'twantto"--
+      Never fatal, but quite common
+      To the tribe of Very-lazy.
+      Would you know the charm that cures it--
+      Cures the Weakness "Idon'twantto"?
+      It is known as "Butyou'vegotto,"
+      And no boy should be without it.
+
+      Now you know the curious legend
+      Of the paleface little Tommy,
+      Of his Weakness and its curing
+      By the great charm "Butyou'vegotto."
+      Think of it on Monday mornings--
+      It will save you lots of trouble.
+
+
+St. Saturday
+
+BY HENRY JOHNSTONE
+
+     Oh, Friday night's the queen of nights, because it ushers in
+     The Feast of good St. Saturday, when studying is a sin,
+     When studying is a sin, boys, and we may go to play
+     Not only in the afternoon, but all the livelong day.
+
+     St. Saturday--so legends say--lived in the ages when
+     The use of leisure still was known and current among men;
+     Full seldom and full slow he toiled, and even as he wrought
+     He'd sit him down and rest awhile, immersed in pious thought.
+
+     He loved to fold his good old arms, to cross his good old knees,
+     And in a famous elbow-chair for hours he'd take his ease;
+     He had a word for old and young, and when the village boys
+     Came out to play, he'd smile on them and never mind the noise.
+
+     So when his time came, honest man, the neighbors all declared
+     That one of keener intellect could better have been spared,
+     By young and old his loss was mourned in cottage and in hall,
+     For if he'd done them little good, he'd done no harm at all.
+
+     In time they made a saint of him, and issued a decree--
+     Since he had loved his ease so well, and been so glad to see
+     The children frolic round him and to smile upon their play--
+     That school boys for his sake should have a weekly holiday.
+
+     They gave his name unto the day, that as the years roll by
+     His memory might still be green; and that's the reason why
+     We speak his name with gratitude, and oftener by far
+     Than that of any other saint in all the calendar.
+
+     Then, lads and lassies, great and small, give ear to what I say--
+     Refrain from work on Saturdays as strictly as you may;
+     So shall the saint your patron be and prosper all you do--
+     And when examinations come he'll see you safely through.
+
+
+
+
+#NUMBER RHYMES#
+
+
+
+
+1, 2, 3, 4, 5
+
+           One
+           Two
+           Three
+           Four
+           Five
+     I caught a hare alive.
+
+           Six
+           Seven
+           Eight
+           Nine
+           Ten
+     I let it go again.
+
+
+OVER IN THE MEADOW
+
+BY OLIVE A. WADSWORTH
+
+     Over in the meadow,
+       In the sand, in the sun,
+     Lived an old mother toad
+       And her little toadie one.
+     "Wink!" said the mother;
+       "I wink," said the one:
+     So she winked and she blinked
+       In the sand, in the sun.
+
+     Over in the meadow,
+       Where the stream runs blue,
+     Lived an old mother fish
+       And her little fishes two.
+     "Swim!" said the mother;
+       "We swim," said the two:
+     So they swam and they leaped
+       Where the stream runs blue.
+
+     Over in the meadow,
+       In a hole in a tree,
+     Lived a mother bluebird
+       And her little birdies three.
+     "Sing!" said the mother;
+       "We sing," said the three:
+     So they sang and were glad
+       In the hole in the tree.
+
+     Over in the meadow,
+       In the reeds on the shore,
+     Lived a mother muskrat
+       And her little ratties four.
+     "Dive!" said the mother;
+       "We dive," said the four:
+     So they dived and they burrowed
+       In the reeds on the shore.
+
+     Over in the meadow,
+       In a snug beehive,
+     Lived a mother honeybee
+       And her little honeys five.
+     "Buzz!" said the mother;
+       "We buzz," said the five:
+     So they buzzed and they hummed
+       In the snug beehive.
+
+     Over in the meadow,
+       In a nest built of sticks,
+     Lived a black mother crow
+       And her little crows six.
+     "Caw!" said the mother;
+       "We caw," said the six:
+     So they cawed and they cawed
+       In their nest built of sticks.
+
+     Over in the meadow,
+       Where the grass is so even,
+     Lived a gray mother cricket
+       And her little crickets seven.
+     "Chirp!" said the mother;
+       "We chirp," said the seven:
+     So they chirped cheery notes
+       In the grass soft and even.
+
+     Over in the meadow,
+       By the old mossy gate,
+     Lived a brown mother lizard
+       And her little lizards eight.
+     "Bask!" said the mother;
+       "We bask!" said the eight:
+     So they basked in the sun
+       By the old mossy gate.
+
+     Over in the meadow,
+       Where the clear pools shine,
+     Lived a green mother frog
+       And her little froggies nine.
+     "Croak!" said the mother;
+       "We croak," said the nine:
+     So they croaked and they splashed
+       Where the clear pools shine.
+
+     Over in the meadow,
+       In a sly little den,
+     Lived a gray mother spider
+       And her little spiders ten.
+     "Spin!" said the mother;
+       "We spin," said the ten:
+     So they spun lace webs
+       In their sly little den.
+
+     Over in the meadow,
+       In the soft summer even,
+     Lived a mother firefly
+       And her little flies eleven.
+     "Shine!" said the mother;
+       "We shine," said the eleven:
+     So they shone like stars
+       In the soft summer even.
+
+     Over in the meadow,
+       Where the men dig and delve,
+     Lived a wise mother ant
+       And her little anties twelve.
+     "Toil!" said the mother;
+       "We toil," said the twelve:
+     So they toiled and were wise
+       Where the men dig and delve.
+
+
+COUNTING APPLE-SEEDS
+
+     One, I love,
+     Two, I love,
+     Three, I love, I say,
+     Four, I love with all my heart,
+     And five, I cast away;
+     Six, he loves,
+     Seven, she loves,
+     Eight, they both love;
+     Nine, he comes,
+     Ten, he tarries,
+     Eleven, he courts,
+     Twelve, he marries;
+     Thirteen, wishes,
+     Fourteen, kisses,
+     All the rest little witches.
+
+
+TWINS
+
+BY LUCY FITCH PERKINS
+
+     Here's a baby! Here's another!
+     A sister and her infant brother.
+     Which is which 'tis hard to tell,
+     But "mother" knows them very well.
+
+
+THE RHYME OF TEN LITTLE RABBITS
+
+BY KATE N. MYTINGER
+
+     1 little rabbit, =one=
+     went out in the field to run.
+
+     2 little rabbits, =two=
+     Said they didn't know what to do.
+
+     3 little rabbits, =three=
+     Said: "Let us climb a tree."
+
+     4 little rabbits, =four=
+     Said: "Let's swing on the old barn door."
+
+     5 little rabbits, =five=
+     Said: "We're glad just to be alive."
+
+     6 little rabbits, =six=
+     Said: "We like to pick up sticks."
+
+     7 little rabbits, =seven=
+     Said: "We wish we were eleven."
+
+     8 little rabbits, =eight=
+     Said: "Come let us run through the gate."
+
+     9 little rabbits, =nine=
+     Said: "Then let us form in line."
+
+     10 little rabbits, =ten=
+     all got in line--and then--wasn't it fun to see them run?
+
+
+IN JULY.
+
+BY A. S. WEBBER.
+
+               10
+     Ten little fire crackers
+       Standing in a line,
+     One thought he'd light a match
+             Then--
+       There were nine.
+
+               9
+     Nine little fire crackers
+       Walking very straight,
+     One caught an engine spark
+             Then--
+       There were eight.
+
+               8
+     Eight little fire crackers
+       Trying to spell "LEAVEN,"
+     One went too near the gas,
+             Then--
+       There were seven.
+
+               7
+     Seven little fire crackers
+       Cutting up tricks,
+     One played with lighted punk
+             Then--
+       There were six.
+
+               6
+     Six little fire crackers
+       Glad they are alive,
+     One went to have a smoke
+             Then
+       There were five.
+
+               5
+     Five little fire crackers
+       Wishing there were more,
+     One went to find a friend
+             Then
+       There were four.
+
+               4
+     Four little fire crackers
+       Merry as could be,
+     One played upon the hearth
+             Then
+       There were three.
+
+               3
+     Three little fire crackers
+       Puzzled what to do,
+     One started the kitchen fire
+             Then
+       There were two.
+
+               2
+     Two little fire crackers
+       Looking for some fun,
+     One met a little boy
+             Then
+       There was one.
+
+               1
+     One little fire cracker
+       Sat him down to cry,
+     'Tis such a risky thing
+             To live
+             In July.
+
+
+The Wish of Priscilla Penelope Powers
+
+      Priscilla Penelope Powers one day
+      Took tea at a neighbor's just over the way.
+      Two pieces of pie they urged her to take,
+      And seven whole slices of chocolate cake!
+     "Oh, dear," sighed Priscilla Penelope Powers,
+     "I wish I was your little girl 'stead of ours!"
+
+                              _Mrs. John T Van Sant._
+
+
+Winklelman Von Winkel
+
+     Winkelman Von Winkel is the wisest man alive,
+     He Knows that one and one make two, and two and three make five;
+     He knows that water runs down hill, that the sun sets in the west,
+     And that for winter weather wear, one's winter clothes are best;
+     In fact, he does not mingle much with common folk around,
+     Because his learning is so great--his wisdom so profound.
+
+                              _Clara Odell Lyon._
+
+
+TEN LITTLE COOKIES
+
+     Ten little cookies, brown and crisp and fine--
+     Grandma gave Baby one; then there were nine.
+
+     Nine little cookies on a china plate--
+     Betty took a small one; then there were eight.
+
+     Eight little cookies, nice and round and even--
+     The butcher boy ate one; then there were seven.
+
+     Seven little cookies, much liked by chicks--
+     The old hen ate one, then there were six.
+
+     Six little cookies, when grandma went to drive--
+     Betty had another one; then there were five.
+
+     Five little cookies, placed too near the door--
+     The little doggie ate one; then there were four.
+
+     Four little cookies, brown as brown could be--
+     Grandma took one for herself, then there were three.
+
+     Three little cookies--when grandpa said, "I too,
+     Would like a very little one", then there were two.
+
+     Two little cookies--fast did Betty run
+     To give one to her mamma; then there was one.
+
+     One little cooky--and now our story is done,
+     Baby Jane ate the last, then there was none.
+
+
+OUR BABY
+
+     One head with curly hair,
+     Two arms so fat and bare,
+     Two hands and one wee nose,
+     Two feet with ten pink toes,
+     Skin soft and smooth as silk,
+     When clean, 'tis white as milk.
+
+
+LONG TIME AGO
+
+BY ELIZABETH PRENTISS
+
+     Once there was a little Kitty,
+       White as the snow;
+     In a barn she used to frolic,
+       Long time ago.
+
+     In the barn a little mousie
+       Ran to and fro,
+     For she heard the little Kitty,
+       Long time ago.
+
+     Two black eyes had little Kitty,
+       Black as a sloe;
+     And they spied the little mousie,
+       Long time ago.
+
+     Four soft paws had little Kitty,
+       Paws soft as snow;
+     And they caught the little mousie,
+       Long time ago.
+
+     Nine pearl teeth had little Kitty,
+       All in a row;
+     And they bit the little mousie,
+       Long time ago.
+
+     When the teeth bit little mousie,
+       Mousie cried out, "Oh!"
+     But she slipped away from Kitty,
+       Long time ago.
+
+
+BUCKLE MY SHOE
+
+     One, Two--buckle my shoe;
+     Three, Four--open the door;
+     Five, Six--pick up sticks;
+     Seven, Eight--lay them straight;
+     Nine, Ten--a good fat hen;
+     Eleven, Twelve--I hope you're well;
+     Thirteen, Fourteen--draw the curtain;
+     Fifteen, Sixteen--the maid's in the kitchen;
+     Seventeen, Eighteen--she's in waiting;
+     Nineteen, Twenty--my stomach's empty.
+
+
+  [Illustration: "AH, AH! SO THAT'S WHERE HE BURIES HIS OLD BONES!"]
+
+
+
+
+#STORIES _for_ LITTLE GIRLS#
+
+
+
+
+A PAIR OF GLOVES
+
+BY H. G. DURYEE
+
+The little girls who lived on Amity Street all wore mittens when they
+went to school in winter. Nobody's mother ever thought of anything else
+to keep small hands warm. Some mothers or grandmothers crocheted them,
+and some knit them with fancy stitches down the back, or put other mark
+of distinction upon them; but they were always mittens, and were always
+fastened to a long ribbon or piece of braid or knitted rein, so that
+they might not get lost, one from the other.
+
+This connecting-link frequently gave rise to confusion, for when two
+little girls put their arms around each other's necks as they walked to
+school, they sometimes got tangled up in the mitten string and had to
+duck and turn and bump heads before the right string was again resting
+on the right shoulder. But as it was possible to laugh a great deal and
+lose one's breath while this was going on, it was rather an advantage
+than otherwise, and little girls who were special chums were pretty sure
+to manage a tangle every other day at least.
+
+Clarabel Bradley did her tangling and untangling with Josephine Brown,
+who lived at the end of Amity Street. They both went to the same school
+and were in the same class. They waited for each other in the morning,
+and came home together, and shared each other's candy and ginger cookies
+whenever there were any, and took firm sides together whenever the
+school-yard was the scene of dispute.
+
+But into this intimacy came a pair of gloves, almost wrecking it.
+
+The gloves were sent by Clarabel's aunt, who was young and pretty and
+taught school in a large city; and they came done up in white
+tissue-paper inside a box with gilt trimming around the edges and a
+picture on the center of the cover. Taken out of the paper, they
+revealed all their alluring qualities. They were of a beautiful glossy
+brown kid with soft woolly linings and real fur around the wrists, and
+they fastened with bright gilded clasps.
+
+With them was a note which said:
+
+     For Clarabel, with love from her Aunt Bessie. =Not to be kept for
+     Sundays, but worn every day.=
+
+And the last sentence was underscored.
+
+Clarabel's mother looked doubtful as she read the message. Such gloves
+were an extravagance even for best--and mittens were warmer. But when
+she encountered Clarabel's shining eyes she smiled and gave in.
+
+So Clarabel took the gloves to her room that night, and slept with them
+on the foot-board of her bed, where she could see them the first thing
+when she waked; and in the morning she put them on and started for
+school.
+
+One hand was held rigidly by her side, but the other was permitted to
+spread its fingers widely over the book she carried. Both were well in
+view if she looked down just a little. Passers-by might see; all Amity
+Street might see; best of all, Josephine might see!
+
+But Josephine, waiting at the corner, beheld and was impressed to the
+point of speechlessness. Whereupon Clarabel dropped her book, and had to
+pick it up with both hands. The furry wrists revealed themselves fully.
+
+Josephine found her voice.
+
+"You've got some new gloves," she said.
+
+"Yes; my Aunt Bessie sent them."
+
+"Aren't they pretty!"
+
+"I think so, and they're lots nicer than mittens. I'm not going to wear
+my mittens again."
+
+Josephine looked down at her own chubby hands. Her mittens were red this
+winter, with a red-and-green fringe around the wrists. Only that
+morning she had admired them. Now they looked fat and clumsy and
+altogether unattractive; but she wasn't going to admit that to any one
+else.
+
+  [Illustration: "CLARABEL DROPPED HER BOOK, AND HAD TO PICK IT UP WITH
+  BOTH HANDS."]
+
+"I like mittens best," she said stoutly,--"for school, anyway," she
+added, and gave Clarabel more of the sidewalk.
+
+"My Aunt Bessie said specially that these were to wear to school." And
+Clarabel walked nearer the fence.
+
+Josephine was hard put to it--Clarabel's manner had become so superior.
+
+"I don't think your Aunt Bessie knows everything, even if she does teach
+school in a big city. My mother says she's too young to--"
+
+What she was too young to do was not allowed to be explained; for
+Clarabel, with a color in her face that rivaled Josephine's mittens, had
+faced her.
+
+"My Aunt Bessie's lovely, and I won't listen to another word against
+her, not another one--so there!"
+
+Then she turned, with a queer feeling in her throat, and ran down the
+street to catch up with another little girl who was on ahead.
+
+Josephine swung her books and walked as if she didn't care.
+
+Clarabel overtook the little girl, who was all smiling appreciation of
+the new gloves, and was overtaken by other little girls who added
+themselves to the admiring group. But somehow her triumphal progress was
+strangely unsatisfactory; the glory was dimmed.
+
+At recess, Josephine paired off with Milly Smith, who stood first in
+geography and wore two curly feathers in her hat. Clarabel shared her
+cookies with Minnie Cater, because it didn't matter who helped eat them
+if it wasn't Josephine. Neither spoke to the other, and at noontime they
+walked home on different sides of the street.
+
+Perhaps that was why in the afternoon Clarabel lost her place in the
+reader and failed on so many examples in arithmetic that she was told
+she must stay after school.
+
+Usually there would have been several to keep her company, but on this
+day there was no one else,--even Angelina Maybelle Remington had got
+through without disaster,--and Clarabel, wistful-eyed, saw the other
+girls file out.
+
+At another time Josephine would have stayed; she always did when
+Clarabel had to, as Clarabel did when she was in like need. But to-night
+she filed out with the rest, and Clarabel, with a sense of desertion,
+bent over her problems of men and hay to mow, men and potatoes to dig,
+men and miles of railroad to build.
+
+The noise of scurrying feet grew fainter, the sound of children's voices
+died away. The room settled into stillness, except for the solemn tick
+of the clock and the scratching of Clarabel's pencil on the slate. There
+were fractions in the problems, and fractions were always hard for
+Clarabel. Her pencil stopped often while she frowned at the curly-tailed
+figures. In one of these pauses the door squeaked open a little way. It
+squeaked again, and some one sidled into the room; it was Josephine.
+
+"Please may I go to my seat?" she asked.
+
+"Certainly," said the teacher, and watched her curiously.
+
+She tiptoed to the back seat, fumbled for a few minutes in her desk,
+then slipped to a seat a few rows farther in front; then to another and
+another, till she had reached the row in which Clarabel sat.
+
+Clarabel, though she was bending over her slate, had heard every
+hesitating move, and when the last halt was made she shook her curls
+back from her eyes, looked around, and dimpled into smiles.
+
+The teacher, watching, waited to see what would happen next. Nothing
+did, except that the two little girls sat and smiled and smiled and
+smiled as if they never would stop.
+
+Presently the teacher herself smiled and spoke. She had a very sweet
+voice sometimes--one that seemed to hint at happy secrets. That was the
+way it sounded now.
+
+"Would you like to help Clarabel, Josephine?" she asked. "You may if you
+wish to."
+
+"If she'll let me," answered Josephine, her eyes fixed on Clarabel's
+face.
+
+"I would love to have her," said Clarabel, _her_ eyes on Josephine. And
+instantly the one narrow seat became large enough for two.
+
+For ten minutes more there was great scratching of slate-pencils and
+much whispering and some giggling. Then with cheerful clatter the slate
+was borne to the platform. The teacher looked at the little girls more
+than at the examples. "I'm sure they're right," she said. "Now, off to
+your homes--both of you!"
+
+"Good night," said Clarabel.
+
+"Good night," said Josephine.
+
+"Good night, dear little girls," said the teacher.
+
+There was a soft swish of dresses and the children had reached the
+dressing-room. Within its familiar narrowness, Josephine hesitated and
+fingered her cloak-buttons.
+
+"I think your Aunt Bessie"--it was very slow speech for Josephine--"is
+ever so nice and knows a lot."
+
+"Oh!" bubbled Clarabel, joyously, "I do love the color of your mittens!
+Don't you--don't you"--she finished with a rush--"want to let me wear
+them home and you wear my gloves?"
+
+Josephine put aside the dazzling offer.
+
+"Your gloves are prettier and you ought to wear them."
+
+Clarabel thought a minute, a shadow in her eyes.
+
+"I know what," she declared, the shadow vanishing. "You wear one glove
+and mitten and I'll wear the other glove and mitten!"
+
+"Oh!" said Josephine, with a rapturous hug, "that will be splendid!"
+
+And thus they scampered home, the two mittened hands holding each other
+tight, while the two gloved hands were gaily waved high in the air with
+each fresh outburst of laughter from the little schoolmates.
+
+
+A VERY LITTLE STORY OF A VERY LITTLE GIRL
+
+BY ALICE E. ALLEN
+
+Molly was such a little girl that she didn't seem big enough to have a
+party all her own with truly ice-cream in it. But she had asked for one
+so many times that at last Mother decided to give her one. And the party
+was to be a surprise to Molly herself.
+
+Early that afternoon Molly wanted to go for a little visit to Miss
+Eleanor. Miss Eleanor lived up Molly's street, in a white house with
+apple-green blinds. Molly often went all alone.
+
+Miss Eleanor was always so sunny and full of songs and stories and games
+that Molly loved her next best to Father and Mother and Baby.
+
+"You may go, dear," said Mother, "if you will come home exactly at three
+o'clock."
+
+"You always say exactly three o'clock, Mother," said Molly.
+
+"Well, five minutes after three, then," laughed Mother. "And, Molly, so
+that you won't forget this time, all the way to Miss Eleanor's, say over
+and over, 'Five minutes after three.' Then, just as soon as you get
+there, say the words quickly to Miss Eleanor, 'Five minutes after
+three.'"
+
+"Five minutes after three," said Molly; "I can remember that."
+
+"That will give me plenty of time to get ready for the party," thought
+Mother.
+
+Up the street with her white parasol flew Molly. "Five minutes after
+three," she said over and over in a whisper until she began to sing it.
+"Five minutes after three," she sang until she stopped a moment on the
+bridge to see some boys fishing. Just about there, a big dog who was a
+friend of Molly's ran out to say, "Good afternoon."
+
+"Oh, Fritzie," cried Molly, "I'm going to Miss Eleanor's to make her a
+visit. Want to come?"
+
+But Fritz had the house to look after. So Molly gave him a hug and ran
+along.
+
+"Three minutes after five," sang Molly; "three minutes after five," over
+and over until she ran into Miss Eleanor's sunny little sitting-room.
+
+"Three minutes after five," cried Molly; "that's how long I can stay.
+Won't that be nice?"
+
+"Why, it's little Molly!" cried Miss Eleanor, "I'm all alone and so glad
+to have company! We'll hear the clock strike five. Then, if you put on
+your wraps, you'll be all ready to start home at three minutes past."
+
+It seemed a very very short time to Molly before the little clock struck
+five.
+
+"There, deary," said Miss Eleanor. "Put on your things and hurry right
+along!"
+
+Molly put on her hat and coat. Then she kissed Miss Eleanor and hurried
+down the street.
+
+When she reached the corner, she saw that the parlor at home was all
+lighted. And out of it came such a hubbub of little voices all laughing
+and talking that Molly ran faster than ever.
+
+At the door she met Mother.
+
+  [Illustration: "SHE STOPPED FOR A MOMENT ON THE BRIDGE."]
+
+"Oh, Molly, _where_ have you been?" cried Mother. "I couldn't go after
+you because I couldn't leave Baby. And I couldn't take him."
+
+Molly scarcely heard. "Oh, Mother, Mother," she cried, "it looks like a
+party. And it sounds like one. Is it a party, Mother?"
+
+"Yes," said Mother, "your own little party, Molly. And you're the only
+one who is late. How could you forget?"
+
+"But I didn't forget, Mother," cried Molly, hurrying out of her coat,
+"truly I didn't. Every step of the way I said it, and I said it to Miss
+Eleanor the very first thing."
+
+"What did you say?" asked Mother.
+
+"_Three minutes after five_," said Molly.
+
+Mother laughed. "Why, Molly dear, you got the hour and minutes turned
+around. I said _five_ minutes after _three_. Well, never mind. Run along
+just as you are. It's a lovely party, dear, with truly ice-cream in
+it."
+
+
+EDITH'S TEA-PARTY
+
+BY LOIS WALTERS
+
+Edith was a little girl who was just learning to write. Her mother told
+her one day that she could have a tea-party on the next Tuesday, if the
+weather was fine, and that she could invite her little friend Helen, who
+lived on the same street, though not very far away; but she must write
+the letter to ask Helen to come. So, Edith got up at her mother's
+writing-desk and took some of her own writing paper, and began to write.
+She could make the letters but she could not spell very well. She asked
+her mother how to spell the words and then she wrote them down. And this
+is the letter she wrote:
+
+  [Illustration: hand-written letter
+
+  Dear Helen,
+
+  Mamma says I May ask you to come
+  to my tea party next Tuesday at four oclock
+  Bring your dolly.
+
+                your loving friend.
+                     Edith]
+
+Then she sealed the letter in the envelop, and put a stamp on it, and
+stood on the front piazza so as to give it to the postman herself.
+
+When Tuesday came, Edith's nurse dressed her in a fresh, white frock,
+and Edith dressed her dolly in her best dress, and went out under the
+trees where her nurse had set the table for two. And then she sat in a
+chair at the table and waited. But the big town clock struck four and no
+Helen came; and then she waited for half an hour longer. Then Edith put
+her dolly down on the chair and went in the house to find her mother.
+
+"Mama," she said, "I think Helen is very rude, she doesn't come to my
+party and I invited her!"
+
+  [Illustration: EDITH WAITING FOR HELEN.]
+
+"Just wait a little longer, dear," said her mother, "and she will come.
+Maybe her nurse was busy dressing Helen's little sister and brother and
+couldn't get her ready in time."
+
+"But I invited her," was all Edith could say; "but I invited her, and
+she doesn't come."
+
+Then her mother went to the telephone and called up Helen's mother. In a
+moment she came back.
+
+"Edith, dear," she said, "what day did you write Helen to come? Her
+mother says she thought it was to be Thursday, and so did Helen, and
+this is only Tuesday."
+
+"But I _did_ say Tuesday, mama," said Edith, who was almost ready to
+cry. "I remember because that was the hardest word to spell, and I think
+I made a blot when I wrote it."
+
+"Well, never mind, dear; Helen is getting ready now and will be over in
+a few minutes," said her mama.
+
+And Edith was very happy, and ran out to the tea-table under the trees
+with her doll to wait.
+
+But she did not have to wait very long this time, for in a little while
+Helen came running across the lawn carrying her doll; and so happy were
+both little girls that Edith forgot all about the long time she had been
+waiting for Helen to come.
+
+  [Illustration: HELEN AND HER DOLLY.]
+
+Helen wanted Edith to know that she had not been rude in staying away,
+so she brought with her the letter Edith had sent to her, so she could
+show it to Edith. And there, sure enough, the word "Tuesday" was written
+so badly that it looked more like "Thursday," and that was why Helen did
+not think she was expected on this day.
+
+Well, the very first thing they did was to undress their dolls and put
+them to sleep under one of the bushes on the lawn--in the shade, so that
+the sun would not hurt their eyes, and so that the wax would not be
+melted from their cheeks. Edith put her napkin over both dolls for a
+comforter, for you never know when it will blow up cold, and little
+girls have to be as careful of their dolls as their own mothers are!
+
+Very soon the maid came out with cookies and lady-fingers and
+make-believe tea, and another napkin to take the place of the one Edith
+had put over the dolls, and they had tea. Then the two little girls and
+Edith's nurse had a nice game of croquet, and they had a lovely
+tea-party after all, and Edith forgot all about waiting so long for
+Helen to come.
+
+But Edith never again made a mistake when she spelled "Tuesday."
+
+
+REBECCA
+
+BY ELEANOR PIATT
+
+  [Illustration: "OH, DOCTOR! COME QUICK! REBECCA HAS A CHILL!"]
+
+     I have a doll, Rebecca,
+       She's quite a little care,
+     I have to press her ribbons
+       And comb her fluffy hair.
+
+     I keep her clothes all mended,
+       And wash her hands and face,
+     And make her frocks and aprons,
+       All trimmed in frills and lace.
+
+     I have to cook her breakfast,
+       And pet her when she's ill;
+     And telephone the doctor
+       When Rebecca has a chill.
+
+     Rebecca doesn't like that,
+       And says she's well and strong;
+     And says she'll try--oh! very hard,
+       To be good all day long.
+
+     But when night comes, she's nodding;
+       So into bed we creep
+     And snuggle up together,
+       And soon are fast asleep.
+
+     I have no other dolly,
+       For you can plainly see,
+     In caring for Rebecca,
+       I'm busy as can be!
+
+
+DOROTHEA'S SCHOOL GIFTS
+
+BY EUNICE WARD
+
+"It seems very queer," said Dorothea thoughtfully, "people who are going
+to do something nice always have presents given them, but people who are
+going to do something horrid never get a thing, and they need it twice
+as much."
+
+"As for instance?" said her father, laying down his paper and drawing
+her onto his knee, while the rest of the family prepared to give the
+customary amused attention to their youngest's remarks.
+
+  [Illustration: "'YOU KNOW SCHOOL BEGINS NEXT WEEK,' SAID DOROTHEA."]
+
+"Well, when Cousin Edith went to Europe we all gave her presents to take
+with her, and when she came home lots of people sent her flowers.
+Anita's been getting cups and things ever since she was engaged, and
+last spring, when Florence graduated, almost all the family gave her
+something; and when Mary Bowman was confirmed she got a lovely white
+prayer-book and a gold cross and chain. But when people are going to do
+what they hate to do, they're left out in the cold."
+
+"What are you going to do that you don't like, Baby?" asked Florence.
+
+"Why, you know, school begins again next week," said Dorothea. "It makes
+me feel quite mournful, and I don't see anything to cheer me up and make
+it interesting for me." A little smile was hidden in the corners of her
+mouth although her tone was as doleful as possible.
+
+"If you were going to boarding-school--" began Anita, who was apt to
+take everything seriously.
+
+"Then I'd have lots of things," interrupted Dorothea. "New clothes and a
+trunk and a bag, and you'd all come to see me off, and it would be
+interesting. But I'm going to work just as hard here at day-school, and
+yet I've got to bear it, all by myself."
+
+Her father pinched her ear, and her big brother Jim offered to have a
+bunch of roses placed on her desk at school if that would make her feel
+better, while her two sisters looked at each other as though the same
+idea had occurred to them both.
+
+       *       *       *
+
+On the morning of the first day of school, Dorothea was suddenly
+awakened by a loud ting-a-ling-a-ling. She sat up in bed and rubbed her
+eyes. The room was flooded with morning light and the brass knobs on her
+bed gleamed cheerfully at her and seemed to say: "Get up, get up!" Now
+Dorothea was a "sleepyhead" and had seldom been known to get up when
+first awakened. It usually took at least three calls from her mother or
+the girls, and sometimes Jim stole in and administered a "cold pig,"
+that is, a few drops of chilly water squeezed upon her neck from a
+sponge, before she was ready to leave her comfortable bed.
+
+"It's an alarm clock," thought Dorothea. "But where is it?" Her eyes
+traveled sleepily around the room but saw nothing that had not been
+there the night before. The ting-a-ling-a-ling sounded once more. "It's
+in this room somewhere!" she exclaimed, bouncing out of bed. She looked
+on bureau, washstand, bookcase, and window-seat, and then jumped, for
+the loud ting-a-ling came almost from underneath her feet. She hastily
+lifted the drooping cover of a little table that stood near the window,
+and there on the edge of the lower shelf stood an alarm-clock of the
+ordinary pattern but of rather extraordinary appearance, owing to a
+large yellow paper ruff which encircled its face.
+
+"How did it get there?" exclaimed Dorothea in astonishment; and as she
+gazed the clock burst forth with another loud ting-a-ling.
+
+"Isn't it ever going to stop doing that?" she said, lifting it as she
+spoke. The yellow ruff seemed to have something written on it, so she
+took it off and, smoothing it out, read:
+
+     DEAR DOLLY: Happy school-day! After much earnest consideration I
+     have selected this as a suitable reminder of this joyful (?)
+     anniversary. It will continue to remind you five mornings in the
+     week, thereby saving your family much wear and tear, for it will be
+     properly wound and set every night by
+
+                              Your affectionate brother,
+                                                       JIM.
+
+     P.S. When you are sufficiently aroused, press the lever and the
+     alarm will stop.
+
+  [Illustration: Dorothea was a "sleepyhead"]
+
+"It's one of those awful clocks that go off every minute!" said
+Dorothea, carefully examining it to find the lever. She almost dropped
+it when it began another of its loud and long rings, but she soon found
+and pressed the lever and thereafter the clock was silent except for its
+customary tick.
+
+"I don't believe I shall ask anybody to give me presents any more," she
+said, eying Jim's "reminder" with disfavor. But she changed her mind a
+little later when, on looking for a clean handkerchief, she discovered a
+flat square box tied with blue ribbon, and, opening it, saw half a dozen
+handkerchiefs with narrow blue borders and a little blue D in the
+corner. On the top was Cousin Edith's visiting-card, on the back of
+which was printed in fantastic letters:
+
+     Dear Dolly: Use a handkerchief
+     Whenever you're inclined to sniff.
+     But with this band of blue I think
+     They don't need polka-dots of ink.
+
+It was a constant wonder to the household what Dorothea did with her
+handkerchiefs when she was at school. In vain she protested that she
+didn't wipe her pen on them, and she didn't use them as blotters or to
+wash out her ink-well; but, nevertheless, black stains almost always
+appeared upon them, and Florence insisted that the family had to buy an
+extra pint of milk a day to take out all these ink-stains. Cousin Edith
+was too frequent a visitor not to know all the family plans and jokes,
+and Dolly, as she laughed and shook out one of the blue-bordered
+squares, resolved that "polka-dots" should be conspicuous by their
+absence, for Edith would be sure to know.
+
+She entered the breakfast room just as the family were sitting down to
+the table.
+
+"Behold the effects of my generosity and fore-thought!" exclaimed Jim
+waving his hand toward her. "Our Youngest is in time for breakfast!"
+
+"Many happy returns of the day, small sister," said Anita, just as if it
+was her birthday, kissing her good morning and slipping a little hard
+package into her hand. "Bob sends you this with his love."
+
+"I don't mind returns of the day when it's like this," said Dorothea,
+opening the package and at the same time spying a couple of tissue-paper
+parcels lying beside her plate. Inside was a small chamois-skin case out
+of which slid a little pearl-handled penknife. The accompanying card
+bore the name of her future brother-in-law, and also these words:
+
+     I hesitate to offer you
+       This knife, for I shall be
+     Afraid that if you cut yourself
+       You straightway will cut me.
+
+"How long did it take Bob to execute that masterpiece?" inquired Jim as
+Dorothea read it aloud.
+
+"You're jealous," she said. "Yours wasn't half so lovely as Cousin
+Edith's and Bob's. It wasn't poetry at all."
+
+"I left all the eloquence to my gift itself," answered Jim, helping
+himself to an orange.
+
+Dorothea paid no attention to him, for she was opening a small package
+fastened by a rubber band. It was a silver-mounted eraser with a tiny
+brush at one end. The inclosed note read:
+
+     This advice I must repeat;
+     Spare the rub and spoil the sheet.
+     If you can't restrain your speed,
+     This will prove a friend in need.
+
+Dolly joined rather shamefacedly in the general smile, as she thanked
+Florence, whose writing she had recognized. She was very apt to postpone
+her work until the last minute, and then rush through it as fast as
+possible; her compositions suffered from the many careless mistakes that
+she was always in too much of a hurry to correct, while her drawings
+belonged to what Jim called the "slap-dash school."
+
+"We shall know by the amount of rubber left at the end of the term
+whether you have taken my valuable advice," said Florence. "What's in
+that other package, Baby? I know it is Anita's by the extreme elegance
+of its appearance."
+
+  [Illustration: "'MANY HAPPY RETURNS OF THE DAY, SMALL SISTER,' SAID
+  ANITA."]
+
+Dorothea opened an oblong package tied with green ribbon and found a set
+of blotters fastened to a dark green suede cover ornamented with an
+openwork design of four-leaf clovers, and a pen-wiper to match. On top
+lay a slip of paper on which was written in Anita's pretty hand:
+
+     Wishing "Our Youngest" good luck and a happy school year.
+
+"I'm not good at verses, so you'll have to be content with plain prose,"
+said Anita, and Dorothea assured her that she was quite satisfied.
+
+"Half past eight, Dolly," said her mother when breakfast was over. "It
+is time you started."
+
+"Oh, not yet, mother," said Dorothea the Dawdler. "It only takes me
+fifteen minutes."
+
+"Now, see here," said Jim; "what do you suppose stirring young
+business-men like your father and brother are lingering until the nine
+o'clock train for, unless it is to see you off for school? We want to
+give you as good a send-off as possible, for you're going to be absent
+four whole hours, but we can't,--unless you do your part and begin to go
+pretty soon. I don't believe you've got all your books together, as it
+is."
+
+  [Illustration: "'LEND ME YOUR PENCILS, WON'T YOU, JIM?' SAID DOROTHEA."]
+
+"Yes, I have," answered Dorothea triumphantly. "They are all on the hall
+table, for I put them there last night. Oh, gracious!" she exclaimed
+blankly: "I forgot to see whether I had any pencils! I don't believe I
+have one! Jim, lend me yours, won't you? Just for to-day."
+
+"Lend you my most cherished possession? Never!" said Jim, placing his
+hand dramatically over his breast pocket.
+
+"Then, Daddy, won't you please lend me yours?"
+
+"Trot along, trot along!" said her father; and Dorothea, not knowing
+quite what to make of having her demands thus ignored, put on her big
+sailor hat and started to gather up her books. On top of the pile was a
+slender inlaid box under a card bearing the words, "For Dolly, from
+Father." Pushing back the sliding cover, Dorothea saw that the box
+contained a row of pencils, all beautifully sharpened, a dozen pens, and
+a slim gunmetal penholder.
+
+"Oh!" she squealed with delight. "So that's why you wouldn't lend me any
+pencils!" and gave her father a hug.
+
+"Hurry up, now," said Jim. "Don't forget we've got to see ourselves off
+after we've seen you."
+
+"Why don't you take your bag?" asked Anita.
+
+"It's too small for my new Geography," answered Dorothea, placing this
+huge outward and visible sign of her progress in learning so that it
+would form a foundation for the rest of her books. "Besides, it's too
+shabby".
+
+"You had better take it to-day, anyhow, as you have so much to carry,"
+suggested her mother. "I brought it downstairs and it's on the
+hat-rack."
+
+"I just hate it!" pouted Dorothea, turning; and then stopped in
+surprise, for instead of her little old satchel, a large new one made of
+soft dark brown leather was hanging on the rack. It was ornamented on
+one side with her monogram in raised tan-colored letters, and it was
+large enough for the largest Geography that she was ever likely to have.
+
+"Who gave me that?" she cried. "Oh, I know--Mother! It's just exactly
+what I wanted. I think going to school this way is perfectly lovely!"
+she added as she slipped her other possessions into the bag.
+
+"Twenty minutes to nine!" called Jim warningly.
+
+"All right, I'm going now," answered Dorothea gaily as she kissed them
+all around.
+
+"And the first day of school isn't so dismal after all, is it?" said her
+father.
+
+  [Illustration: "AT THE GATE SHE TURNED TO WAVE HER HAND."]
+
+"Oh, it's splendid, just splendid!" she replied enthusiastically. At the
+gate she turned to wave her hand at the assembled family, who waved back
+at her vigorously; and then, swinging her bag, she ran off down the
+street toward school.
+
+
+THE LOST MONEY
+
+BY BOLTON HALL
+
+Doris's papa gave her a five-dollar bill, such a lot of money! Doris
+went to a big bank and asked if they could give her smaller money for
+it. The banker said he thought they could. So he gave her two two-dollar
+bills and a big silver dollar. How much did that make? Doris wanted the
+dollar changed again; so the banker asked if she would have two
+fifty-cent pieces, or one fifty-cent piece and two quarters--or perhaps
+four quarters or ten dimes--or twenty five-cent pieces--or a hundred
+pennies.
+
+Doris thought a hundred pennies would be a good many to count and to
+carry, so she said she would take two quarters, three dimes and four
+five-cent pieces.
+
+She laid away four dollars in the bank, those were the two bills, and
+put the change in her purse. When she went to the shop, she had such a
+lot of money that she thought she never could spend it. So she bought a
+paint-box with two little saucers in it for 10 cents; that left her 90
+cents; and then a big rubber balloon for 25 cents; that left 65 cents;
+and a little one for 10 cents; and then Doris bought a whole pound of
+candy for thirty cents. Out of the 25 cents she had left, it cost 10
+cents to go in the car.
+
+When Doris got home she opened her paint-box. What do you think? Of
+course it was only a cheap paint-box and the paints were so hard that
+they would not paint at all. Doris cut out the dolls, but they were no
+better than those in any newspaper's colored supplement. Doris's mama
+said that the candy was too bad to eat at all, and the rubber balloons
+got wrinkled and soft in the night, because the gas went out of them.
+Doris cried when she saw them. "Now," she said, "I have nothing left of
+my beautiful dollar but 15 cents."
+
+"I'm sorry, Dearie," Doris's mama said, "but it's bad enough to have
+wasted one dollar without crying about it, too. When you and I go out,
+we'll try to get such good things for the next dollar, that it will make
+up for our mistake about this one." The next bright day they went to the
+bank and got another dollar.
+
+Now Doris's mama was a very wise person (mamas often are). So they went
+to a store where there were some books that had been wet a little by the
+firemen when the store caught fire. There they found a large, fine book
+of animal stories with pictures in it that had been 50 cents, but the
+book-store man sold it for 10 cents, because the back cover and a little
+bit of the edge was stained with water and smoke.
+
+That left--how much? Ninety cents. Doris's brother had told her he would
+teach her to play marbles, so she bought six glass marbles for 5 cents
+and a hoop with a stick for 5 more. That left 80 cents.
+
+Then Doris asked if her mama thought she could buy a pair of roller
+skates. Her mama said they could ask how much roller skates cost, but
+the shopman said they were a dollar a pair! So Doris said she would save
+up the 80 cents that was left of her dollar and wait until she had
+enough for the skates.
+
+However, a little boy was looking in at the window of the toy-shop and
+he looked so sad, and so longingly at the toys, that Doris spoke to him,
+and when he said he wanted one of the red balls, she bought it for 5
+cents, and gave it to him. That left 75 cents.
+
+When they got home, they told papa about the skates and he said he could
+get them down-town for 75 cents, and he did.
+
+So Doris learned by losing her first dollar, to get a lot of good things
+that would be more useful and would last longer, with her second
+dollar.
+
+
+A DUTCH TREAT
+
+BY AMY B. JOHNSON
+
+"I've been crying again, father."
+
+"Have you, sweetheart? I'm sorry."
+
+"Father."
+
+"Yes, darling."
+
+"I don't like Holland at all. I wish we had stayed in New York. And I
+would much rather stay in Amsterdam with you to-day than to go and see
+those horrid little Dutch children. I'm sure I shall hate them all."
+
+"But how about Marie? You want to see her, don't you?"
+
+"No. I'm very much annoyed with Marie. I don't see why she could not
+have been contented in New York. After taking care of me ever since I
+was a baby, she must like me better than those nieces and nephews she
+never saw till yesterday."
+
+"I am sure Marie loves you very dearly, Katharine, but you are getting
+to be such a big girl now that you no longer need a nurse, and Marie was
+homesick. She wished to come back to Holland years ago, but I persuaded
+her to stay till you were old enough to do without her, and until Aunt
+Katharine was ready to come to New York and live with us, promising her
+that when that time came you and I would come over with her, just as we
+have done, on our way to Paris. We must not be selfish and grudge Marie
+to her sisters, who have not seen her for twelve years."
+
+"I am homesick now, too, father. I was so happy in New York with my
+dolls--and you--and Marie--and--"
+
+"So you shall be again, darling; in a few months we will go back, taking
+dear Aunt Katharine with us from Paris, and you will soon love her
+better than you do Marie."
+
+Katharine and her father, Colonel Easton, were floating along a canal
+just out of Amsterdam, in a _trekschuit_, or small passenger-boat, on
+their way to the home of one of Marie's sisters, two of whom were
+married and settled near one of the dikes of Holland. Katharine was to
+spend the day there with her nurse, and make the acquaintance of all the
+nieces and nephews about whom Marie had told her so much, while her
+father was to return to Amsterdam, where he had business to transact
+with a friend. They had arrived in Holland only the day before, when
+Marie had immediately left them, being anxious to get home as soon as
+possible, after exacting a promise from the colonel that Katharine
+should visit her the next day.
+
+Katharine felt very sure she would never like Holland as she gazed
+rather scornfully at the curious objects they passed: the queer
+gay-colored boats, the windmills which met the eye at every turn, with
+their great arms waving in the air, the busy-looking people, men and
+women, some of the latter knitting as they walked, carrying heavy
+baskets on their backs, and all looking so contented and placid.
+
+"Try and think of the nice day you are going to have with Marie and the
+children," said the colonel; "then this evening I will come for you, and
+we will go together to Paris, and when you see Aunt Katharine you will
+be perfectly happy. See, we are nearly at the landing, and look at that
+row of little girls and boys. I do believe they are looking for you."
+
+"Yes; they must be Marie's sister's children, I know them from the
+description Marie has read me from her letters. Aren't they horrid
+little things, father? Just look at their great clumps of shoes--"
+
+"Yes--_klompen_; that is what they are called, Katharine."
+
+"And their baggy clothes and short waists! One of them knitting, too!
+Well, I would never make such a fright of myself, even if I did live in
+Holland, which I'm glad I don't."
+
+  [Illustration: "THE WINDMILLS WHICH MET THE EYE AT EVERY TURN, WITH
+  THEIR GREAT ARMS WAVING IN THE AIR."]
+
+By this time they had made the landing. Then Katharine and Marie fell
+into each other's arms and cried, gazed at in half-frightened curiosity
+by seven small, shy Hollanders, and in pitying patience by a very large
+colonel.
+
+"Au revoir. I will call for Katharine this afternoon," called Colonel
+Easton, when the time came for him to go on board again.
+
+Katharine waved her handkerchief to her father as long as his boat was
+in sight.
+
+"See, Miss Katharine," said Marie--in Dutch now, for Katharine
+understood that language very well, Marie having spoken it to her from
+her infancy--"here is Gretel, and this is her little sister Katrine and
+her brother Jan. The others are their cousins. Come here, Lotten; don't
+be shy. Ludolf, Mayken, Freitje, shake hands with my little American
+girl; they were all eager to come and meet you, dear, so I had to bring
+them."
+
+Katharine shook hands very soberly with the little group, and then
+walked off beside Marie, hearing nothing but the clatter-clatter of
+fourteen wooden shoes behind her.
+
+Soon they arrived at the cottage, and in a moment seven pairs of klompen
+were ranged in a neat row outside a small cottage, while their owners
+all talked at once to two sweet-faced women standing in the doorway.
+These were Marie's sisters, whose husbands were out on the sea fishing,
+and who lived close beside each other in two tiny cottages exactly
+alike.
+
+"Oh," exclaimed Katharine, as, panting and breathless, she joined the
+group, "do you always take off your shoes before you go into the
+house?"
+
+  [Illustration: LITTLE MAYKEN]
+
+"Why, of course," said the children.
+
+"How funny!" said Katharine.
+
+Then Marie, who had been left far behind, came up and introduced the
+little stranger to Juffrouw Van Dyne and Juffrouw Boekman, who took her
+into the house, followed by the three children who belonged there and
+the four cousins who belonged next door. They took off her coat and hat
+and gave her an arm-chair to sit in as she nibbled a tiny piece of
+gingerbread, while large pieces from the same loaf disappeared as if by
+magic among the other children. Then Gretel showed to her her doll; Jan
+shyly put into her hand a very pretty small model of the boat she had
+come in on that morning; Lotten offered her a piece of Edam cheese,
+which she took, while politely declining Mayken's offer to teach her to
+knit, little Katrine deposited a beautiful white kitten on her lap;
+Ludolf showed her a fine pair of klompen on which his father was
+teaching him to carve some very pretty figures; Freitje brought all his
+new fishing-tackle and invited her to go fishing with him at the back of
+the house. It was not long before Katharine forgot that she was
+homesick, and grew really interested in her surroundings; and later the
+dinner, consisting chiefly of fish and rye bread, tasted very good to
+the now hungry Katharine.
+
+It was after dinner that the tragedy happened. The children had all
+started out for a walk. Before they had gone more than a mile from the
+house the fog settled all around them--so dense, so thick, blotting out
+everything, that they could not see more than a step ahead. They were
+not frightened, however, as all they had to do was to turn round and go
+straight ahead toward home. The children took one another's hands at
+Gretel's direction, stretching themselves across the road, Katharine,
+who held Gretel's hand, being at one end of the line. They walked on
+slowly along the dike for a short time, talking busily, though not able
+to see where they were going, when suddenly Katharine felt her feet
+slipping. In trying to steady herself she let go of Gretel, gave a wild
+clutch at the air, and then rolled, rolled, right down a steep bank,
+and, splash! into a pool of water at the bottom. For a moment she lay
+half stunned, not knowing what had happened to her; then, as her sense
+came, "Oh," thought she, "I must be killed, or drowned, or something!"
+She tried to call "Gretel," but her voice sounded weak and far off, and
+she could see nothing. Slowly she crawled out of the pool, only to
+plunge, splash! into another. She felt, oh, so cold, wet, and bruised!
+"I must have rolled right down the dike," she thought. "If I could find
+it, I might climb up again." She got up and tried to walk, but sank to
+her ankles in water at every step.
+
+She was a little lame from her fall, and soaked from head to foot. Her
+clothes hung around her most uncomfortably when she tried to walk. But,
+if she had to crawl on hands and knees, she must find the house; so,
+plunging, tumbling, rising again, she crawled in and out of ditches,
+every minute getting more cold and miserable.
+
+But on she went, shivering and sore, every moment wandering farther from
+her friends, who were out searching all along the bottom of the dike.
+
+After what seemed to her a long time, she came bump up against something
+hard. She did not know what it was, but she could have jumped for joy,
+if her clothes had not been so heavy to hear a voice suddenly call out
+in Dutch "What's that? Who has hit against my door? Ach! where in the
+world have you come from?" Then in a considerably milder tone: "Ach! the
+little one! and she is English. How did you get here, dear heart?"
+
+"I--I--fell down the dike. I have--lost--everybody. Oh, how shall I ever
+get back to father?" answered Katharine in her very poor Dutch.
+
+"But tell me, little one, where you came from--ach! so cold and wet!"
+
+"I was spending the day with Marie and Gretel--and--Jan--and we were
+walking on the dike when the fog came on; then I fell, and could not
+find my way--"
+
+"Gretel and Jan--could they be Juffrouw Van Dyne's children?"
+
+"Yes, yes," eagerly; "that is where I was. Oh, _can_ you take me back,
+dear, dear juffrouw?"
+
+"Yes, when the fog clears away, my child. I could not find the house
+now; it is more than two miles from here. Besides, you must put off
+these wet clothes; you will get your death of cold--poor lambkin."
+
+At this Katharine's sobs broke forth afresh. It must be late in the
+evening now, she thought; her father would come to Marie's and would not
+be able to find her--
+
+"No, dear child, it is only four o'clock in the afternoon. The fog may
+clear away very soon, and then I will take you back."
+
+Quickly the wet garments were taken off and hung about the stove.
+Katharine presently found herself wrapped up in blankets in a great
+arm-chair in front of the fire, a cushion at her back and another under
+her feet, drinking some nice hot broth, and feeling so warm and
+comfortable that she fell fast asleep, and awoke two hours later to find
+the room quite light, the fog almost gone, the juffrouw sitting beside
+her knitting, and a comfortable-looking cat purring noisily at her
+feet.
+
+  [Illustration: GRETEL AND KATRINE.]
+
+"I think I have been asleep," she said.
+
+"I think you have," said Dame Donk.
+
+Just then a loud knock was heard at the door, a head was poked in, then
+another, and still another. The cottage was fast filling up. There
+stood, first of all, poor, pale, frightened Marie, holding a large
+bundle in her arms, Jan with another smaller one, Gretel carrying a pair
+of shoes, and one of the sisters, completely filling up the doorway with
+her ample proportions, last of all.
+
+It appears that as soon as the fog had begun to clear, the good Dame
+Donk had despatched a boy from a neighboring cottage to let them know
+where Katharine was, and that her wardrobe would need replenishing.
+
+The excitement on finding the child safe and sound may be better
+imagined than described. How she was kissed, cried, and laughed over,
+what questions were asked and not answered, as she was taken into an
+adjoining room and arrayed in a complete suit of Gretel's clothes, even
+to the klompen, for, alas! her French shoes were now in no condition to
+be worn, the pretty blue frock torn and stained and hopelessly wet, the
+hat with its dainty plume crushed and useless; indeed, every article she
+had worn looked only fit for the rag-bag.
+
+Gretel was so much smaller than Katharine that the clothes were a very
+tight fit, the skirt which hung round Gretel's ankles reaching just
+below Katharine's knees, and it was a funny little figure that stepped
+back into the room--no longer a fashionably dressed New York maiden, but
+a golden-haired child of Holland, even to the blue eyes, sparkling now
+with fun and merriment.
+
+"But didn't you bring a cap for me, Marie?" she asked in a grieved tone.
+
+"Ah, no, deary; I never thought of a cap."
+
+"Well, you must put one on me the minute we get back."
+
+"Oh, what will father say?" she cried delightedly, as she surveyed
+herself in the little mirror.
+
+This sobered Marie at once. What would "father" say, indeed? Would he
+not have a right to be very angry with her, that she had allowed the
+child to get into such danger?
+
+       *       *       *
+
+"Where is Katharine?" asked the colonel, as he stood, tall and
+commanding, on the threshold, later that evening, surveying eight small
+Hollanders, looking so much alike, except for the difference in their
+sizes, that they might have passed for eight Dutch dolls propped up in a
+row against the wall.
+
+A sudden shriek of laughter, and one of the dolls was in his arms,
+smothering him with kisses. Then every one began to talk at once, as
+usual, and it was not until late the next evening, when he and Katharine
+were steaming out of Amsterdam, that the colonel was told the whole
+story and for the first time fully understood all that had happened to
+his little girl on that eventful day.
+
+Meanwhile the new light in his daughter's eyes and the laughter on her
+lips kept him from any desire to inquire too deeply into the reason for
+a certain embarrassed frightened look on the faces of the women.
+
+Before leaving Amsterdam the colonel was obliged to purchase a complete
+suit of Dutch garments for Katharine as a memento of this visit, and
+"because they are so pretty, father," she said, and "oh, father, I just
+love Holland! As for those Dutch children, I think they are simply the
+dearest, sweetest things I ever saw, and I have promised to write to
+Gretel as soon as ever I get to Paris."
+
+
+THE JINGLE OF THE LITTLE JAP
+
+BY ISABEL ECCLESTON MACKAY
+
+     There lives in a town that is called Chu-Bo
+     A little Jap girl named Nami-Ko.
+     She learns to spell and she learns to write,
+     But her A B C's are the _oddest_ sight!
+
+     For _this_ is the way that the letters look
+     In her neat little, queer little copy-book:
+
+     This little Jap girl has shoes most neat
+     To put on her tiny Japanese feet,
+     But O! They are _queer_--such heels, such toes!
+     You'd think she would fall on her little Jap nose!
+
+     And _these_ are the shoes--beware of mishap
+     If you wear what belongs to a queer little Jap!
+
+     When this little Jap girl goes out to call
+     She wears no hat--but a parasol!
+     And her little Jap mother wears one too--
+     In fact it's the way that the Japs all do.
+
+     And _this_ is the curious parasol
+     Which the little Jap girl wears out to call:
+
+     This little Jap girl, when she goes to bed,
+     Has no soft pillow beneath her head,
+     For little Jap girls have to take great care
+     Of their smooth little, black little Japanese hair!
+
+     And _this_ is the pillow!  Imagine, chicks,
+     A pillow like this--and as hard as bricks!
+
+
+THE SEVENTH BIRTHDAY OF THE LITTLE COUSIN FROM CONSTANTINOPLE
+
+BY EMMA C. DOWD
+
+The Little Cousin from Constantinople was to have been given a party on
+her seventh birthday; but, just before the invitations were written,
+Mumps came uninvited, and, of course, there could be no other guests
+while Mumps stayed.
+
+  [Illustration: "EAGERLY SHE TORE OFF THE WRAPPINGS." (SEE NEXT PAGE.)]
+
+The Little Cousin could not help feeling just a little tearful on her
+birthday morning, for Mumps, as nearly everybody knows, is a painful,
+disagreeable visitor. She did not cry when anybody was near--oh, no,
+indeed! She even tried to smile; but she found smiling very difficult
+with a poultice on each side of her face, and she had to give it up. The
+Merry Mother understood, however, and told her she was a dear, brave
+little girl, and strove to comfort her just as the dear absent Mother in
+Constantinople would have comforted her if she had been there.
+
+Before the Merry Mother left her the Little Cousin felt almost happy,
+sitting up among her soft pillows, and wearing her new, pink, birthday
+sacque, with its pretty ribbons.
+
+"I am sorry I must be away all the morning," the Merry Mother said; "but
+I hope your pleasant company will keep you from missing me. I am going
+to shut your door for a minute, and when it opens you can pull in your
+visitors as fast as you please." She laughed to see the Little Cousin's
+astonished face, for the doctor had said that the children must not come
+in to see her as long as Mumps stayed. Then the door closed.
+
+There was a slight commotion outside. The Little Cousin listened
+eagerly. What could it mean? Hushed voices, bits of laughter, the
+sliding of something over the polished floor, scurrying footsteps here
+and there--the Little Cousin heard it all, and waited breathlessly.
+
+At last the feet retreated, the door opened, and the Merry Mother's face
+appeared. Something attached to a string came flying toward the bed.
+
+"Catch it!" she called.
+
+The Little Cousin grabbed it--only a small block of wood, on which was
+printed, "PULL."
+
+Eagerly the little hands obeyed, when in through the doorway slid an
+oblong package. Across the rug and up on the bed the Little Cousin drew
+it, till her excited fingers clasped the package tight--what could it
+be?
+
+Fastened to the further end of the bundle was another block of wood, and
+attached to it was another string which led outside the door. On this
+block was printed. "When you are ready, PULL again!"
+
+"I'll open this first," said the Little Cousin to herself, untying the
+block, and laying it aside with its dangling cord. Eagerly she tore off
+the wrappings--it was, it _was_ a doll, such a darling of a doll! It had
+brown eyes and fluffy yellow curls, and--this seemed very strange--the
+only thing in the way of clothing that it possessed was a little blanket
+that was wrapped around it.
+
+Never mind! she was learning to sew, and she would make it a dress as
+soon as she was well again. She cuddled Dolly down against the pillows.
+She would not be lonely any more, even if Mumps should stay for a longer
+visit than was expected. Her dolls had all been left for the Little
+Sister in Constantinople, and it was so nice to have a dolly of her own
+again!
+
+Then her eyes fell on the block of wood, with its inscription, and she
+began to pull in the string.
+
+A square package appeared in the doorway, and she drew it toward her.
+Attached to it was a third block. This she untied as before, and removed
+the paper from her gift. It was a small trunk. She lifted the cover, and
+there were Dolly's missing garments! A blue dress, a pink dress, a white
+dress, dainty underwear, sash ribbons, a coat and hat, and even a tiny
+comb and brush, were found in that wonderful trunk. Of course, Dolly had
+to come out from her nook in the pillows, and be dressed. It took some
+time, because Little Cousin must stop to admire every separate garment.
+At last, however, the third present was pulled in, and it was a chair
+for Dolly to sit in.
+
+The fourth package was big and rather heavier than the others. The
+Little Cousin wondered what it could be, and she found out just as soon
+as she could get it open. It was a dining-table for Dolly, with a real
+little table-cloth, and napkins, and a set of pretty china dishes.
+
+"Oh, oh!" gasped the Little Cousin, in sheer delight. It is a pity there
+was no one there to see the shining of her eyes. She rested awhile among
+her pillows; but not long, for Dolly must have her table set for
+luncheon--she might be hungry.
+
+Ready for the make-believe repast, string number five was pulled, and
+when the box was opened the Little Cousin fairly squealed, for there was
+a real luncheon for Dolly and herself, all in twos! There were two tiny
+buttered biscuits, two very small apple turnovers, and two little
+frosted cakes. There were, also, two small bottles containing a brownish
+liquid. It was chocolate! Oh, how glad the Little Cousin was that she
+had passed the stage where she could not eat! It would have been hard,
+indeed, to have left all those goodies for Dolly. As it was she had to
+take food in very small bits, but that only made it last the longer; and
+if it did hurt a little once in a while she did not mind, it tasted so
+good. So on the whole, the luncheon was a very happy affair.
+
+When the sixth present was pulled upon the bed the Little Cousin said,
+"Oh!" to the accompaniment of very bright eyes, for the shape of it told
+her that must be a carriage--a carriage for Dolly, and it proved to be
+one of the very prettiest that ever a small doll rode in. She was put on
+the seat in a twinkling, and had only one tumble--which did not even
+muss her dress, and the next time she was strapped in so that she could
+not fall.
+
+The seventh gift was a little white bedstead, with mattress and sheets,
+a dear little puffy comfortable, and a dainty coverlet and two pillows.
+Of course, Dolly was tired enough after her ride to be undressed and go
+to bed, and very sweet she looked as she was tucked snugly in.
+
+"Now shut your eyes and go right to sleep!" Dolly was bidden, and she
+obeyed at once.
+
+"What a perfectly lovely birthday!" murmured Little Cousin, drawing her
+darling--bed and all--close to her pillow. Then she shut her own eyes,
+to keep Dolly company.
+
+When the Merry Mother peeped in, the Little Cousin from Constantinople
+lay quite still among her treasures--fast asleep.
+
+
+LITTLE RED RIDING-HOOD
+
+RETOLD FROM GRIMM
+
+There was once a sweet little girl, who had gained the love of every
+one, even those who had only seen her once. She had an old grandmother,
+who knew not how to do enough for her, she loved her so much. Once she
+sent her a little cloak with a red velvet hood, which became her so well
+that she obtained the name of Little Red Riding-Hood.
+
+One day her mother said to her: "Come, Red Riding-Hood, I want you to go
+and see your grandmother, and take her a piece of cake and a bottle of
+wine; for she is ill and weak, and this will do her good. Make haste and
+get ready before the weather gets too hot, and go straight on your road
+while you are out, and behave prettily and modestly; and do not run, for
+fear you should fall and break the bottle, and then grandmother would
+have no wine. And when you pass through the village, do not forget to
+courtesy and say 'Good-morning' to every one who knows you."
+
+"I will do everything you tell me, mother," said the child as she wished
+her good-by and started for her long walk.
+
+It was quite half an hour's walk through the wood from the village to
+the grandmother's house, and no sooner had Red Riding-Hood entered the
+wood than she met a wolf.
+
+Red Riding-Hood did not know what a wicked animal he was, and felt not
+the least afraid of him.
+
+"Good-day, Red Riding-Hood," he said.
+
+"Good-morning, sir," replied the little girl, with a courtesy.
+
+"Where are you going so early, Red Riding-Hood?" he asked.
+
+"To my grandmother, sir," she replied. "Mother baked yesterday, and she
+has sent me with a piece of cake and a bottle of wine to her because she
+is sick, and it will make her stronger and do her good."
+
+"Where does your grandmother live, Red Riding-Hood?"
+
+"About half a mile from here through the wood; her house stands under
+three large oak trees, near to the nut hedges; you would easily know
+it," said Red Riding-Hood.
+
+The wolf, when he heard this, thought to himself, "This little, delicate
+thing would be a sweet morsel for me at last, and taste nicer than her
+old grandmother, but she would not satisfy my hunger; I must make a meal
+of them both."
+
+Then he walked quietly on by the side of Red Riding-Hood till they came
+to a part of the wood where a number of flowers grew.
+
+"See, Red Riding-Hood," he said, "what pretty flowers are growing here;
+would you not like to rest and gather some? And don't you hear how
+sweetly the birds are singing? You are walking on as steadily as if you
+were going to school, and it is much more pleasant here in the wood."
+
+Then Red Riding-Hood looked up and saw the dancing sunbeams shining
+between the trees and lighting up the beautiful flowers that grew all
+around her, and she thought, "If I were to take my grandmother a fresh
+nosegay, it would make her so pleased; it is early yet, and I have
+plenty of time."
+
+So she went out of her way into the wood to gather flowers. And when she
+had picked a few, she saw some more beautiful still at a little distance
+so she walked on further and further, till she was quite deep in the
+wood.
+
+Meanwhile the wolf went straight on to the grandmother's house, and
+knocked at the door. There was no answer.
+
+So the wolf lifted the latch and the door flew open; then he rushed in,
+hoping to seize upon the poor old grandmother, and eat her up. But she
+had gone out for a little walk, so he shut the door, dressed himself in
+the old woman's nightgown and nightcap, and lay down in the bed to wait
+for Red Riding-Hood.
+
+After Red Riding-Hood had gathered as many flowers as she could carry,
+she found her way back quickly to the right path, and walked on very
+fast till she came to her grandmother's house, and knocked at the door.
+
+"Who is there?" said the wolf, trying to imitate the grandmother. His
+voice was so gruff, however, that Little Red Riding-Hood would have been
+frightened, only she thought her grandmother had a cold.
+
+So she replied: "It's Little Red Riding-Hood. Mother sent you a piece of
+cake and a bottle of wine."
+
+"Lift up the latch and come in," said the wolf.
+
+So Red Riding-Hood lifted the latch and went in.
+
+When she saw her grandmother, as she thought, lying in bed, she went up
+to her and drew back the curtains; but she could only see the head, for
+the wolf had pulled the nightcap as far over his face as he could.
+
+  [Illustration: LITTLE RED RIDING-HOOD.
+  (ENGRAVED FROM THE PAINTING BY G. FERRIER.)]
+
+"Good-morning," she said; but there was no answer. Then she got on the
+bed, and cried out: "Grandmother, what great ears you have!"
+
+"The better to hear with, my dear," he said.
+
+"Grandmother, what great eyes you have!"
+
+"The better to see you, my dear, the better to see you."
+
+"Grandmother, what great teeth you have!"
+
+"The better to eat you up!"
+
+The old wolf jumped out of bed, and Little Red Riding Hood, in the
+greatest terror, screamed as loud as she could.
+
+Just then the door opened, and in came the grandmother and some woodmen
+who were passing. They were just in time to save Little Red-Riding-Hood
+from the old wolf.
+
+
+DOLLY'S DOCTOR
+
+     MARY
+
+     Come and see my baby dear;
+     Doctor, she is ill, I fear.
+     Yesterday, do what I would,
+     She would touch no kind of food;
+     And she tosses, moans, and cries.
+     Doctor, what do you advise?
+
+     DOCTOR JOHN
+
+     Hum! ha! good madam, tell me, pray,
+     What have you offered her to-day?
+     Ah, yes! I see! a piece of cake--
+     The worst thing you could make her take.
+     Just let me taste. Yes, yes; I fear
+     Too many plums and currants here.
+     But, stop; I must just taste again,
+     For that will make the matter plain.
+
+     MARY
+
+     But, Doctor, pray excuse me, now--
+     You've eaten all the cake, I vow!
+     I thank you kindly for your care;
+     But surely that was hardly fair.
+
+     DOCTOR JOHN
+
+     Ah, dear me! did I eat the cake?
+     Well, it was for dear baby's sake.
+     But keep him in his bed, well warm,
+     And, you will see, he'll take no harm.
+     At night and morning use once more
+     His draught and powder, as before;
+     And he must not be over-fed,
+     But he may have a piece of bread.
+     To-morrow, then, I dare to say,
+     He'll be quite right. Good day! good day!
+
+
+THUMBELINA
+
+BY HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN
+
+She had a little house of her own, a little garden, too, this woman of
+whom I am going to tell you, but for all that she was not quite happy.
+
+"If only I had a little child of my own," she said, "how the walls would
+ring with her laughter, and how the flowers would brighten at her
+coming. Then, indeed, I should be quite happy."
+
+And an old witch heard what the woman wished, and said, "Oh, but that is
+easily managed. Here is a barley-corn. Plant it in a flower-pot and tend
+it carefully, and then you will see what will happen."
+
+The woman was in a great hurry to go home and plant the barley-corn, but
+she did not forget to say "Thank you" to the old witch. She not only
+thanked her, she even stayed to give her six silver pennies.
+
+Then she hurried away to her home, took a flower-pot and planted her
+precious barley-corn.
+
+And what do you think happened? Almost before the corn was planted, up
+shot a large and beautiful flower. It was still unopened. The petals
+were folded closely together, but it looked like a tulip. It really was
+a tulip, a red and yellow one, too.
+
+The woman loved flowers. She stooped and kissed the beautiful bud. As
+her lips touched the petals, they burst open, and oh! wonder of wonders;
+there, in the very middle of the flower, sat a little child. Such a
+tiny, pretty little maiden she was.
+
+They called her Thumbelina. That was because she was no bigger than the
+woman's thumb.
+
+And where do you think she slept? A little walnut shell, lined with
+blue, that was her cradle.
+
+When she slept little Thumbelina lay in her cradle on a tiny heap of
+violets, with the petal of a pale pink rose to cover her.
+
+And where do you think she played? A table was her playground. On the
+table the woman placed a plate of water. Little Thumbelina called that
+her lake.
+
+Round the plate were scented flowers; the blossoms lying on the edge,
+while the pale green stalks reached thirstily down to the water.
+
+In the lake floated a large tulip leaf. This was Thumbelina's little
+boat. Seated there she sailed from side to side of her little lake,
+rowing cleverly with two white horse hairs. As she rowed backward and
+forward she sang softly to herself. The woman listening heard, and
+thought she had never known so sweet a song.
+
+And now such a sad thing happened.
+
+In through a broken window-pane hopped a big toad--oh, such an ugly big
+toad! She hopped right on to the table, where Thumbelina lay dreaming in
+her tiny cradle, under the pale pink rose leaf.
+
+"How beautiful the little maiden is," she croaked. "She will make a
+lovely bride for my handsome son." And she lifted the little cradle,
+with Thumbelina in it, and hopped out through the broken window-pane,
+and down into the little garden.
+
+At the foot of the garden was a broad stream. Here, under the muddy
+banks, lived the old toad with her son.
+
+How handsome she thought him! But he was really very ugly. Indeed, he
+was exactly like his mother.
+
+When he saw little Thumbelina in her tiny cradle, he croaked with
+delight.
+
+"Do not make so much noise," said his mother, "or you will wake the tiny
+creature. We may lose her if we are not careful. The slightest breeze
+would waft her away. She is as light as gossamer."
+
+Then the old toad carried Thumbelina out into the middle of the stream.
+"She will be safe here," she said, as she laid her gently on one of the
+leaves of a large water lily, and paddled back to her son.
+
+"We will make ready the best rooms under the mud," she told him, "and
+then you and the little maiden will be married."
+
+Poor little Thumbelina! She had not seen the ugly big toad yet, nor her
+ugly son.
+
+When she woke up early in the morning, how she wept! Water all around
+her! How could she reach the shore? Poor little Thumbelina!
+
+Down under the mud the old toad was very busy, decking the best room
+with buttercups and buds of water-lilies to make it gay for her little
+daughter-in-law, Thumbelina.
+
+"Now we will go to bring her little bed and place it ready," said the
+old toad, and together she and her son swam out to the leaf where little
+Thumbelina sat.
+
+"Here is my handsome son," she said, "he is to be your husband," and she
+bowed low in the water, for she wished to be very polite to the little
+maiden.
+
+"Croak, croak," was all the young toad could say, as he looked at his
+pretty little bride.
+
+Then they took away the tiny little bed, and Thumbelina was left all
+alone.
+
+How the tears stained her pretty little face! How fast they fell into
+the stream! Even the fish as they swam hither and thither thought, "How
+it rains today," as the tiny drops fell thick and fast.
+
+They popped up their heads and saw the forlorn little maiden.
+
+"She shall not marry the ugly toad," they said, as they looked with
+eager eyes at the pretty child. "No, she shall not marry the ugly toad."
+
+But what could the little fish do to help Thumbelina?
+
+They found the green stem which held the leaf on which Thumbelina sat.
+They bit it with their little sharp teeth, and they never stopped
+biting, till at last they bit the green stem through; and away, down the
+stream, floated the leaf, carrying with it little Thumbelina.
+
+"Free, free!" she sang, and her voice tinkled as a chime of fairy bells.
+"Free, free!" she sang merrily as she floated down the stream, away, far
+away out of reach of the ugly old toad and her ugly son.
+
+And as she floated on, the little wild birds sang round her, and on the
+banks the little wild hare-bells bowed to her.
+
+Butterflies were flitting here and there in the sunshine. A pretty
+little white one fluttered onto the leaf on which sat Thumbelina. He
+loved the tiny maiden so well that he settled down beside her.
+
+Now she was quite happy! Birds around her, flowers near her, and the
+water gleaming like gold in the summer sunshine. What besides could
+little Thumbelina wish?
+
+She took off her sash and threw one end of it round the butterfly. The
+other end she fastened firmly to the leaf. On and on floated the leaf,
+the little maiden and the butterfly.
+
+Suddenly a great cockchafer buzzed along. Alas! he caught sight of
+little Thumbelina. He flew to her, put his claw round her tiny little
+waist and carried her off, up onto a tree.
+
+Poor little Thumbelina! How frightened she was! How grieved she was,
+too, for had she not lost her little friend the butterfly?
+
+Would he fly away, she wondered, or would her sash hold him fast?
+
+The cockchafer was charmed with the little maiden. He placed her
+tenderly on the largest leaf he could find. He gathered honey for her
+from the flowers, and as she sipped it, he sat near and told her how
+beautiful she looked.
+
+But there were other chafers living in the tree, and when they came to
+see little Thumbelina, they said, "She is not pretty at all."
+
+"She has only two legs," said one.
+
+"She has no feelers," said another.
+
+Some said she was too thin, others that she was too fat, and then they
+all buzzed and hummed together, "How ugly she is, how ugly she is!" But
+all the time little Thumbelina was the prettiest little maiden that ever
+lived.
+
+And now the cockchafer who had flown off with little Thumbelina thought
+he had been rather foolish to admire her.
+
+He looked at her again. "Pretty? No, after all she was not very pretty."
+He would have nothing to do with her, and away he and all the other
+chafers flew. Only first they carried little Thumbelina down from the
+tree and placed her on a daisy. She wept because she was so ugly--so
+ugly that the chafers could not live with her. But all the time, you
+know, she was the prettiest little maiden in the world.
+
+She was living all alone in the wood now, but it was summer and she
+could not feel sad or lonely while the warm golden sunshine touched her
+so gently, while the birds sang to her, and the flowers bowed to her.
+
+Yes, little Thumbelina was happy. She ate honey from the flowers, and
+drank dew out of the golden buttercups and danced and sang the livelong
+day.
+
+But summer passed away and autumn came. The birds began to whisper of
+flying to warmer countries, and the flowers began to fade and hang their
+heads, and as autumn passed away, winter came, cold, dreary winter.
+
+Thumbelina shivered with cold. Her little frock was thin and old. She
+would certainly be frozen to death, she thought, as she wrapped herself
+up in a withered leaf.
+
+Then the snow began to fall, and each snow-flake seemed to smother her.
+She was so very tiny.
+
+Close to the wood lay a corn-field. The beautiful golden grain had been
+carried away long ago, now there was only dry short stubble. But to
+little Thumbelina the stubble was like a great forest.
+
+She walked through the hard field. She was shaking with cold. All at
+once she saw a little door just before her.
+
+The field-mouse had made a little house under the stubble, and lived so
+cozily there. She had a big room full of corn, and she had a kitchen and
+pantry as well.
+
+"Perhaps I shall get some food here," thought the cold and hungry little
+maiden, as she stood knocking at the door, just like a tiny beggar
+child. She had had nothing to eat for two long days. Oh, she was very
+hungry!
+
+"What a tiny thing you are!" said the field-mouse, as she opened the
+door and saw Thumbelina. "Come in and dine with me."
+
+How glad Thumbelina was, and how she enjoyed dining with the
+field-mouse.
+
+She behaved so prettily that the old field-mouse told her she might live
+with her while the cold weather lasted. "And you shall keep my room
+clean and neat, and you shall tell me stories," she added.
+
+That is how Thumbelina came to live with the field-mouse and to meet Mr.
+Mole.
+
+"We shall have a visitor soon," said the field-mouse. "My neighbor, Mr.
+Mole, comes to see me every week-day. His house is very large, and he
+wears a beautiful coat of black velvet. Unfortunately, he is blind. If
+you tell him your prettiest stories he may marry you."
+
+Now the mole was very wise and very clever, but how could little
+Thumbelina ever care for him. Why, he did not love the sun, nor the
+flowers, and he lived in a house underground. No, Thumbelina did not
+wish to marry the mole.
+
+However she must sing to him when he came to visit his neighbor, the
+field-mouse. When she had sung, "Ladybird, Ladybird, fly away home," and
+"Boys and girls, come out to play," the mole was charmed, and thought he
+would like to marry the little maiden with the beautiful voice.
+
+Then he tried to be very agreeable. He invited the field-mouse and
+Thumbelina to walk along the underground passage he had dug between
+their houses. Mr. Mole was very fond of digging underground.
+
+As it was dark the mole took a piece of tinder-wood in his mouth and led
+the way. The tinder-wood shone like a torch in the dark passage.
+
+A little bird lay in the passage, a little bird who had not flown away
+when the flowers faded and the cold winds blew.
+
+It was dead, the mole said.
+
+When he reached the bird, the mole stopped and pushed his nose right
+up through the ceiling to make a hole, through which the daylight might
+shine.
+
+  [Illustration: "IN THE VERY HEART OF THE FLOWER STOOD A LITTLE PRINCE"]
+
+There lay a swallow, his wings pressed close to his side, his little
+head and legs drawn in under his feathers. He had died of cold.
+
+"Poor little swallow!" thought Thumbelina. All wild birds were her
+friends. Had they not sung to her and fluttered round her all the long
+glad summer days?
+
+But the mole kicked the swallow with his short legs. "That one will sing
+no more," he said roughly. "It must be sad to be born a bird and to be
+able only to sing and fly. I am thankful none of my children will be
+birds," and he proudly smoothed down his velvet coat.
+
+"Yes," said the field-mouse, "what can a bird do but sing? When the cold
+weather comes it is useless."
+
+Thumbelina said nothing. Only when the others moved on, she stooped down
+and stroked the bird gently with her tiny hand, and kissed its closed
+eyes.
+
+That night the little maiden could not sleep. "I will go to see the poor
+swallow again," she thought.
+
+She got up out of her tiny bed. She wove a little carpet out of hay.
+Down the long underground passage little Thumbelina walked, carrying the
+carpet. She reached the bird at last, and spread the carpet gently round
+him. She fetched warm cotton and laid it over the bird.
+
+"Even down on the cold earth he will be warm now," thought the gentle
+little maiden.
+
+"Farewell," she said sadly, "farewell, little bird! Did you sing to me
+through the long summer days, when the leaves were green and the sky was
+blue? Farewell, little swallow!" and she stooped to press her tiny
+cheeks against the soft feathers.
+
+As she did so, she heard--what could it be? pit, pat, pit, pat! Could
+the bird be alive? Little Thumbelina listened still. Yes, it was the
+beating of the little bird's heart that she heard. He had not been dead
+after all, only frozen with cold. The little carpet and the covering the
+little maid had brought warmed the bird. He would get well now.
+
+What a big bird he seemed to Thumbelina! She was almost afraid now, for
+she was so tiny. She was tiny, but she was brave. Drawing the covering
+more closely round the poor swallow, she brought her own little pillow,
+that the bird's head might rest softly.
+
+Thumbelina stole out again the next night. "Would the swallow look at
+her," she wondered.
+
+Yes, he opened his eyes and looked at little Thumbelina, who stood there
+with a tiny torch of tinder-wood.
+
+"Thanks, thanks, little Thumbelina," he twittered feebly. "Soon I shall
+grow strong and fly out in the bright sunshine once more; thanks,
+thanks, little maiden."
+
+"Oh! but it is too cold, it snows and freezes, for now it is winter,"
+said Thumbelina. "Stay here and be warm, and I will take care of you,"
+and she brought the swallow water in a leaf.
+
+And the little bird told her all his story--how he had tried to fly to
+the warm countries, and how he had torn his wing on a blackthorn bush
+and fallen to the ground. But he could not tell her how he had come to
+the underground passage.
+
+All winter the swallow stayed there, and Thumbelina was often in the
+long passage, with her little torch of tinder-wood. But the mole and the
+field-mouse did not know how Thumbelina tended and cared for the
+swallow.
+
+At last spring came, and the sun sent its warmth down where the swallow
+lay in the underground passage.
+
+Little Thumbelina opened the hole which the mole had made in the
+ceiling, and the sunshine streamed down on the swallow and the little
+girl.
+
+How the swallow longed to soar away, up and up, to be lost to sight in
+the blue, blue sky!
+
+"Come with me, little Thumbelina," said the swallow, "come with me to
+the blue skies and the green woods."
+
+But Thumbelina remembered how kind the field-mouse had been to her when
+she was cold and hungry, and she would not leave her.
+
+"Farewell! farewell! then, little maiden," twittered the swallow as he
+flew out and up, up into the sunshine.
+
+Thumbelina loved the swallow dearly. Her eyes were full of tears as she
+watched the bird disappearing till he was only a tiny speck of black.
+
+And now sad days came to little Thumbelina.
+
+The golden corn was once more waving in the sunshine above the house of
+the field-mouse, but Thumbelina must not go out lest she lose herself
+among the corn.
+
+Not go out in the bright sunshine! Oh, poor little Thumbelina!
+
+"You must get your wedding clothes ready this summer," said the
+field-mouse. "You must be well provided with linen and worsted. My
+neighbor the mole will wish a well-dressed bride."
+
+The mole had said he wished to marry little Thumbelina before the cold
+winter came again.
+
+So Thumbelina sat at the spinning-wheel through the long summer days,
+spinning and weaving with four little spiders to help her.
+
+In the evening the mole came to visit her. "Summer will soon be over,"
+he said, "and we shall be married."
+
+But oh! little Thumbelina did not wish the summer to end.
+
+Live with the dull old mole, who hated the sunshine, who would not
+listen to the song of the birds--live underground with him! Little
+Thumbelina wished the summer would never end.
+
+The spinning and weaving were over now. All the wedding clothes were
+ready. Autumn was come.
+
+"Only four weeks and the wedding-day will have come," said the
+field-mouse.
+
+And little Thumbelina wept.
+
+"I will not marry the tiresome old mole," she said.
+
+"I shall bite you with my white tooth if you talk such nonsense," said
+the field-mouse. "Among all my friends not one of them has such a fine
+velvet coat as the mole. His cellars are full and his rooms are large.
+You ought to be glad to marry so well," she ended.
+
+"Was there no escape from the underground home?" little Thumbelina
+wondered.
+
+The wedding-day came. The mole arrived to fetch his little bride.
+
+How could she say good-by forever to the beautiful sunshine?
+
+"Farewell, farewell!" she cried, and waved her little hands toward the
+glorious sun.
+
+"Farewell, farewell!" she cried, and threw her tiny arms round a little
+red flower growing at her feet.
+
+"Tell the dear swallow, when he comes again," she whispered to the
+flower, "tell him I will never forget him."
+
+"Tweet, tweet!" What was that Thumbelina heard? "Tweet, tweet!" Could it
+be the swallow?
+
+The flutter of wings was round her. Little Thumbelina looked. How glad
+she was, for there, indeed, was the little bird she had tended and cared
+for so long. She told him, weeping, she must not stay. She must marry
+the mole and live underground, and never see the sun, the glorious sun.
+
+"Come with me, come with me, little Thumbelina," twittered the swallow.
+"You can sit on my back, and I will fly with you to warmer countries,
+far from the tiresome old mole. Over mountains and seas we will fly to
+the country where the summer never ends, and the sunlight always
+shines."
+
+Then little Thumbelina seated herself on her dear swallow's back, and
+put her tiny feet on his outstretched wing. She tied herself firmly with
+her little sash to the strongest feather of the bird.
+
+And the swallow soared high into the air. High above forests and lakes,
+high above the big mountains that were crested with snow, he soared.
+
+They had reached the warm countries now.
+
+On and on flew the swallow, till he came to a white marble palace.
+Half-ruined it was, and vine leaves trailed up the long slender pillars.
+And among the broad, green leaves many a swallow had built his nest, and
+one of these nests belonged to Thumbelina's little swallow.
+
+"This is my home," said the bird, "but you shall live in one of these
+brilliant flowers, in the loveliest of them all."
+
+And little Thumbelina clapped her hands with joy.
+
+The swallow flew with her to a stately sun-flower, and set her carefully
+on one of the broad yellow petals.
+
+But think, what was her surprise! In the very heart of the flower stood
+a little Prince, fair and transparent as crystal. On his shoulders were
+a pair of delicate wings, and he was small, every bit as small as
+Thumbelina. He was the spirit of the flower.
+
+For you know in each flower there is a spirit--a tiny little boy or
+girl, but this little Prince was King of all the flower spirits.
+
+The little King thought Thumbelina the loveliest maiden he had ever
+seen. He took off his golden crown and placed it on the tiny head of the
+little maid, and in a silvery voice he asked, "Will you be my bride,
+little Thumbelina, and reign with me over the flower spirits?"
+
+How glad Thumbelina was!
+
+The little King wished to marry her. Yes, she would be his little Queen.
+
+Then out of each blossom stepped tiny little children. They came to pay
+their homage to little Thumbelina.
+
+Each one brought her a present, and the most beautiful of all the
+presents was a pair of wings, delicate as gossamer. And when they were
+fastened on the shoulders of the little Queen, she could fly from flower
+to flower.
+
+And the swallow sat on his nest above, and sang his sweetest bridal song
+for the wedding of little Thumbelina.
+
+
+THE FOX AND THE LITTLE RED HEN
+
+Once upon a time there was a little red hen. She lived in a little white
+house and she had a little green garden. Every day she worked in the
+house and garden.
+
+Near her home lived a family of foxes. One day Mamma Fox said to Papa
+Fox, "I want a fat hen to eat." There was nothing in the pantry for the
+baby foxes, so Papa Fox started out to find something for them all.
+
+He ran down the road until he came to the woods. "Surely I will find
+something here," he said, but he found nothing to eat in the woods. As
+he came near the little green garden he said, "Oh, I smell fresh cake!
+Oh, I smell a little red hen!"
+
+Sure enough, there was the Little Red Hen eating her cake.
+
+Papa Fox stole up softly behind her and grabbed her and put her into the
+bag on his back; then he ran quickly off down the hill toward his home.
+
+The Little Red Hen was so frightened that she could only whisper, "Oh,
+dear! Oh, dear! Oh, dear!"
+
+Just then she had to sneeze, and when she put her claw into her pocket
+for her handkerchief, she felt her little scissors. Quick as a flash she
+took them out and cut a little hole in the bag. Peeping out she saw a
+great hill just ahead, all covered with stones. As Papa Fox stopped to
+rest on his way up the hill, with his back turned toward her, she cut a
+big hole in the bag, jumped out and quickly put a big stone in the bag
+in her place.
+
+As Papa Fox kept on up the hill, he thought the bag was pretty heavy,
+but he said, "Never mind, she is a fat little red hen."
+
+Mamma Fox met him at the front door with all the baby foxes.
+
+"The water is boiling," said she. "What have you in your bag?" asked the
+Baby Foxes.
+
+"A fat little red hen," said Papa Fox.
+
+As he held the bag over the pot, he said to Mamma Fox, "When I drop her
+in, you clap on the lid." So he opened the bag. Splash! went the boiling
+water. It spilled all over Papa Fox and Mamma Fox and the Baby Foxes.
+Never again did they try to catch the Little Red Hen.
+
+
+THE SHOEMAKER AND THE LITTLE ELVES
+
+BY THE BROTHERS GRIMM
+
+There was once a shoemaker, who, from no fault of his own, had become so
+poor that at last he had nothing left, but just sufficient leather for
+one pair of shoes. In the evening he cut out the leather, intending to
+make it up in the morning; and, as he had a good conscience, he lay
+quietly down to sleep, first commending himself to God. In the morning
+he said his prayers, and then sat down to work; but, behold, the pair of
+shoes were already made, and there they stood upon his board. The poor
+man was amazed, and knew not what to think; but he took the shoes into
+his hand to look at them more closely, and they were so neatly worked,
+that not a stitch was wrong; just as if they had been made for a prize.
+Presently a customer came in; and as the shoes pleased him very much, he
+paid down more than was usual; and so much that the shoemaker was able
+to buy with it leather for two pairs. By the evening he had got his
+leather shaped out; and when he arose the next morning, he prepared to
+work with fresh spirit; but there was no need--for the shoes stood all
+perfect on his board. He did not want either for customers; for two came
+who paid him so liberally for the shoes, that he bought with the money
+material for four pairs more. These also--when he awoke--he found all
+ready-made, and so it continued; what he cut out overnight was, in the
+morning, turned into the neatest shoes possible. This went on until he
+had regained his former appearance, and was becoming prosperous.
+
+One evening--not long before Christmas--as he had cut out the usual
+quantity, he said to his wife before going to bed, "What say you to
+stopping up this night, to see who it is that helps us so kindly?" His
+wife was satisfied, and fastened up a light; and then they hid
+themselves in the corner of the room, where hung some clothes which
+concealed them. As soon as it was midnight in came two little manikins,
+who squatted down on the board; and, taking up the prepared work, set to
+with their little fingers, stitching and sewing, and hammering so
+swiftly and lightly, that the shoemaker could not take his eyes off them
+for astonishment. They did not cease until all was brought to an end,
+and the shoes stood ready on the table; and then they sprang quickly
+away.
+
+  [Illustration: The Shoemaker & the Little Elves]
+
+The following morning the wife said, "The little men have made us rich,
+and we must show our gratitude to them; for although they run about they
+must be cold, for they have nothing on their bodies. I will make a
+little shirt, coat, waistcoat, trousers, and stockings for each, and do
+you make a pair of shoes for each."
+
+The husband assented; and one evening, when all was ready, they laid
+presents, instead of the usual work, on the board, and hid themselves to
+see the result.
+
+At midnight in came the Elves, jumping about, and soon prepared to work,
+but when they saw no leather, but the natty little clothes, they at
+first were astonished, but soon showed their rapturous glee. They drew
+on their coats, and smoothing them down, sang--
+
+     "Smart and natty boys are we;
+      Cobblers we'll no longer be."
+
+And so they went on hopping and jumping over the stools and chairs, and
+at last out at the door. After that evening they did not come again, but
+the shoemaker prospered in all he undertook, and lived happily to the
+end of his days.
+
+
+THE GINGERBREAD BOY[N]
+
+Now you shall hear a story that somebody's great, great-grandmother told
+a little girl ever so many years ago:
+
+There was once a little old man and a little old woman, who lived in a
+little old house in the edge of a wood. They would have been a very
+happy old couple but for one thing--they had no little child, and they
+wished for one very much. One day, when the little old woman was baking
+gingerbread, she cut a cake in the shape of a little boy, and put it
+into the oven.
+
+Presently, she went to the oven to see if it was baked. As soon as the
+oven door was opened, the little gingerbread boy jumped out, and began
+to run away as fast as he could go.
+
+The little old woman called her husband, and they both ran after him.
+But they could not catch him. And soon the gingerbread boy came to a
+barn full of threshers. He called out to them as he went by, saying:
+
+     "I've run away from a little old woman,
+       A little old man,
+     And I can run away from you, I can!"
+
+Then the barn full of threshers set out to run after him. But though
+they ran fast, they could not catch him. And he ran on till he came to a
+field full of mowers. He called out to them:
+
+     "I've run away from a little old woman,
+       A little old man,
+       A barn full of threshers,
+     And I can run away from you, I can!"
+
+Then the mowers began to run after him, but they couldn't catch him. And
+he ran on till he came to a cow. He called out to her:
+
+     "I've run away from a little old woman,
+       A little old man,
+       A barn full of threshers,
+       A field full of mowers,
+     And I can run away from you, I can!"
+
+But though the cow started at once, she couldn't catch him. And soon he
+came to a pig. He called out to the pig:
+
+     "I've run away from a little old woman,
+       A little old man,
+       A barn full of threshers,
+       A field full of mowers,
+       A cow,
+     And I can run away from you, I can!"
+
+But the pig ran, and couldn't catch him. And he ran till he came across
+a fox, and to him he called out:
+
+     "I've run away from a little old woman,
+       A little old man,
+       A barn full of threshers,
+       A field full of mowers,
+       A cow and a pig,
+     And I can run away from you, I can!"
+
+Then the fox set out to run. Now, foxes can run very fast, and so the
+fox soon caught the gingerbread boy and began to eat him up.
+
+Presently the gingerbread boy said: "O dear! I'm quarter gone!" And
+then: "Oh, I'm half gone!" And soon: "I'm three-quarters gone!" And at
+last: "I'm all gone!" and never spoke again.
+
+  [N] First published in _St. Nicholas_. Used by permission of the
+  publishers, The Century Company.
+
+
+
+
+#STORIES for LITTLE BOYS#
+
+
+
+
+MISCHIEF
+
+BY ROSAMOND UPHAM
+
+Mischief was a cunning little fellow from the very first day that I saw
+him. Such a round, plump little body, such short, clumsy legs, and such
+a roguish face; just the one of all his nine brothers and sisters about
+whom to write a story, and so you shall hear of his preparations for the
+long journey upon which he went when he was two months old.
+
+His playmates were sent away, one by one, until at last he was left all
+alone, with only the mastiff Rex for a companion, and a most forlorn
+little pup he was, running about all day long, trying to keep up with
+his new protector.
+
+One morning in January, the weather being very severe, Mischief was
+taken into the kitchen to live, and a happier dog than he could not be
+imagined, trotting about after the cook and housemaid from morning until
+night, chasing the cats, stealing towels and brushes--in fact, attending
+to all the mischief that came in his way.
+
+One day, about two weeks after he came into the house to live, a letter
+came from Milwaukee saying that he, too, must be sent off. And of
+course, Mischief knew about it. How could he help it, when the whole
+household were so sorry to have him go? And accordingly he began to make
+ready for the long journey he was so soon to take.
+
+As he sat by the range, evidently trying to make up his mind what to
+take with him, his first thought was of the old coat he had had as a
+bed; so he crossed the room, took the coat in his mouth, and with his
+paws scratched it up into a bundle.
+
+Then he thought of his milk-dish. Of course he must take that, for how
+could he drink from any other dish than the shiny one given him by the
+cook two weeks before? So he took that between his teeth and put it
+beside the coat. And the stove-hook, why not take that? No one seemed to
+be using it just at the moment. And a gelatin-box that had just been
+emptied, would it not be nice to pack his new collar in?
+
+So he ran tumbling across the floor for the box, and back again for the
+string, when just then a pair of mittens caught his eye, and in this
+cold weather the mittens would be a comfort on so long a journey, so
+they were added to the collection under the table. And Mischief was just
+thinking he was about ready to start, when the very thing he most
+dreaded to leave behind him ran across the floor--the little yellow
+kitten; why could she not go with him, and then the journey would not
+seem so long? Accordingly, he ran after her, caught her by the neck, and
+tried to put her down with his other baggage; but the kitten could not
+understand what Mischief meant, and scratched and spit in a way that
+plainly said she would not accompany him.
+
+Poor Mischief lay down in despair, and, after his hard morning's work,
+took a long nap, only waking in time for his dinner. The next day he was
+put into a warm box, carried to the station, and after a three days'
+journey arrived in Milwaukee, happy, well, and delighted with his new
+master, apparently quite forgetting his little mistress whom he left in
+her New Hampshire home.
+
+
+WILLIE AND HIS DOG DIVER
+
+BY H. N. POWERS
+
+Willie was a very little child and lived near a mill. One day he saw a
+big cruel boy come along and throw a little puppy into the mill-pond,
+and then run away. Willie cried out: "O Papa, Papa, do come here!"
+
+"What is the matter?" said his papa.
+
+"Oh, Papa! I want the little doggie! Please get him for me. He will be
+drowned!"
+
+His papa took a long pole and put it under the puppy's neck and pulled
+it out of the water and gave it to Willie. He was very happy with his
+dog, which, by next year, grew to be a big, strong, shaggy fellow, and
+was named Diver. He used to go with Willie everywhere the boy went, and
+he loved Willie very much. Everybody said: "What a beautiful dog!" and
+Willie was proud of him.
+
+One day when the nuts were ripe, Willie took his basket and went to pick
+hazelnuts. One big bush full of nuts hung over a deep place in the
+mill-pond, and, as Willie reached for the top branch, he slipped and
+fell in the water out of sight. But when he came up, Diver jumped in,
+took him by his collar, and brought him safe to land. So if it was good
+for Willie to save the dog's life when he was a little puppy, it was
+good for the dog to save Willie's life when _he_ was a little boy.
+
+And that was Diver's way of thanking Willie for saving his life. It was
+a very good way, too! And Willie and Diver were always the best of
+friends.
+
+
+GORDON'S TOY CASTLE ON THE HILL
+
+BY EVERETT WILSON
+
+Last Christmas little Gordon Bruce had a fine, large Christmas tree and
+lots of toys, just as a great many other nice boys and girls had. The
+tree was up in his playroom, a great, big, sunny room that used to be
+called the "nursery" when he was a baby.
+
+A few days after Christmas, Gordon's mother said: "Now, Gordon, I think
+we will have to take down your Christmas tree, for it is getting all
+dried up, and the little pine needles are dropping all over the floor,
+and the maid has to sweep them up every day."
+
+Gordon was sorry to have the tree taken down, for it looked so bright
+and Christmas-y, and he knew it would be a whole year before he would
+have another Christmas tree, so he asked his mother if she wouldn't wait
+just one day more. I think that is the way almost all the girls and boys
+feel. And his mother said she would wait until to-morrow.
+
+It was a rainy day, and as none of his little friends were with him, he
+began to play with all his toys one after the other; there were many of
+them, and some of the little ones were still hanging on the tree.
+
+Gordon's father came from Scotland, and he had read to Gordon many
+stories of the old days in Scotland, when the great generals and the
+noble lords lived in strong castles set high up on the mountains, so
+that the soldiers could not get near them. Now among Gordon's Christmas
+presents was a tiny castle just like the ones he had seen in the books
+his father read the stories from; and with this castle came a lot of
+soldiers.
+
+So this day Gordon got out his castle and soldiers and began to play
+with them. First he got a chair and put a big, thick rug over it to make
+it look like a steep hill; then he set the castle on top of the hill and
+stood the soldiers on the ground at the bottom of the hill--all in a
+row. He was making believe that the soldiers were trying to get up to
+the castle. Then he dropped some beautiful colored glass marbles, that
+his Uncle George had given him, down on the floor of the castle. The
+marbles rolled out of the front door of the castle and down the rug to
+the bottom of the hill, and bang! they would bump right against the tall
+soldiers and tumble them down. One after another Gordon would roll the
+marbles down until by and by every one of the soldiers would be knocked
+over, and as they were only wooden soldiers, of course they couldn't get
+up by themselves. Then Gordon would stand them all up in a row again and
+roll the marbles down the hill until not a single soldier was standing.
+It was lots of fun for Gordon, for you know it really didn't hurt the
+soldiers a bit, for they were only made of wood and their uniforms were
+just red and blue paint.
+
+The next day Gordon's mother took down the tree, and packed up the
+beautiful things that were on it, and put them away until next
+Christmas.
+
+  [Illustration: GORDON'S MAKE-BELIEVE CASTLE ON THE HILL.]
+
+
+HANS THE INNOCENT
+
+WRITTEN AND ILLUSTRATED BY M. I. WOOD
+
+Once upon a time there was a woman called Mrs. Stockchen and she had a
+son named Hans. They lived together in a little cottage and they had a
+hen and a cow.
+
+One morning Mrs. Stockchen said to her son: "Hans, my dear, will you
+take Cowslip, the cow, to pasture, and remember not to be late for
+supper." "Very well," said Hans, and he took up his stick and started
+for the field.
+
+The sun was very hot when he got there, and seeing a row of five shady
+trees, he lay down underneath them and fell asleep in two seconds. He
+snored with his mouth open. Cowslip had been watching him and when she
+saw his eyes close, she said, "Now! here's my chance!" and, jumping over
+the fence, she ran away.
+
+Hans stopped snoring and awoke at supper-time. He looked for Cowslip,
+but she had disappeared; he ran about calling for her, but she did not
+come; and at last he went home to his mother with a very sad face and
+said: "Oh, mother, Cowslip ran away while I was asleep. I have looked
+for her and cannot find her anywhere."
+
+"You lazy, careless, naughty, careless, naughty, lazy Boy!" cried Mrs.
+Stockchen. "You have left my poor cow wandering all alone. She will lose
+her way in the dark. Just you go and find her this instant. You will get
+no supper till you bring her back, or my name is not Matilda Maria!"
+
+Mrs. Stockchen had grown quite scarlet with rage and she shook the
+soup-ladle at her son to make him go faster. It was getting quite dark
+by the time Hans reached the field again and nowhere did he see any
+trace of the cow. He did not know in what direction she had gone, so he
+walked round and round the field, feeling very miserable.
+
+Just as 10 o'clock was striking, Cowslip stepped out from behind a tree,
+and kneeling at Hans's feet, said in a choking voice, "I am really very
+sorry, Hans." "Well," said Hans, "I am sorry too, but let us get home
+now." So they set out, tired and rather cross.
+
+But when they came within sight of the light in their own cottage
+window, they met two soldiers who stopped them, and asked what they were
+doing out so late. "We're just going home," said Hans. "Why," said the
+soldiers "you ought to have been there two hours ago."
+
+"Well, I couldn't help it," said Hans, "this cow ran away and I had to
+fetch her before going home to supper."
+
+"Boy!" said the soldiers, "you are not speaking the truth, you have
+stolen the cow, and you are very impertinent as well. We will take you
+to prison."
+
+They tied a rope round Hans's neck and another round the cow's, and took
+them to prison. They put Hans into a dungeon full of horrid creatures,
+but they let poor Cowslip wander about in the fields outside.
+
+One morning when Hans was crying because the door was locked and because
+the window bars looked so strong, Cowslip heard him. She came up beside
+the window, and standing on her hind-legs she peeped in and said, "Hans,
+my dear master, do you think that if I tried to knock down the wall with
+my horns, you could get out?" "I will try," said Hans. It was rather
+hard work for Cowslip, but at last she made a big enough hole and Hans
+leaped out.
+
+He knocked off his hat in doing so, but then Hans didn't care about a
+little thing like that.
+
+He jumped on her back, and away they went, over fallen trees, stones,
+ditches, hedges, everything. They came in sight of the cottage at last,
+and the sound of their approach caused Mrs. Stockchen to look out of the
+window. When she saw who it was she fairly jumped for joy and she rushed
+out at once to meet them.
+
+Hans fell into his mother's arms. And they all lived happily ever
+afterward.
+
+
+A REAL LITTLE BOY BLUE
+
+BY CAROLINE S. ALLEN
+
+Once there were four little brothers. The oldest had black eyes. He was
+called Little Boy Black. But I haven't time to tell about him just now.
+The second little brother had brown eyes. He was called Little Boy
+Brown. But I cannot tell you about him either. The third little brother
+had gray eyes, and was called Little Boy Gray. There is a very nice
+story I could tell you about him, but I am sure you would rather hear
+about the fourth little brother.
+
+  [Illustration: "'YES, PLEASE,' SAID LITTLE BOY BLUE."]
+
+For the youngest little brother had blue eyes; and his father and
+mother, his grandfather and grandmother, and every one else, called him
+Little Boy Blue. His eyes were very blue--as blue as the flowers you
+find down by the brook. You love the blue flowers, I know. And so I will
+tell you about Little Boy Blue.
+
+His jacket was blue, his trousers were blue, his stockings were blue,
+and even his little shoes were blue.
+
+One day Little Boy Blue's mother said to him: "Do you want to go and
+visit Aunt Polly?" "Who is Aunt Polly?" asked Little Boy Blue. "Aunt
+Polly lives on a farm, on a high hill. She has horses, and cows, and
+pigs, and hens, and ducks, and geese--" "And elephants?" asked Little
+Boy Blue. "No, not any elephants. But she has a woolly white lamb." "Oh,
+then I will go," cried Little Boy Blue. So his mother went up-stairs and
+found a little blue traveling-bag. And in the little blue bag she packed
+some of Little Boy Blue's clothes. Then Little Boy Blue and his mother
+went to visit Aunt Polly, who lived on a farm on a high hill.
+
+Little Boy Blue's mother stayed two days, and Little Boy Blue stayed ten
+days. When his mother was going home, she said to Aunt Polly: "Little
+Boy Blue likes to play, but he likes to work, too. So be sure to give
+him some work to do every day."
+
+"Very well," said Aunt Polly. And so by-and-by Aunt Polly went to find
+Little Boy Blue. And she said to him: "Dear Little Boy Blue, what can
+you do to help?" He thought a minute, and then he said: "I can eat
+apples to see if they are ripe. And I can pull the roses in the garden,
+if you have too many."
+
+"The apples are not ripe, and I have just enough roses in the garden,"
+said Aunt Polly. "Can you drive the cows out of the corn?"
+
+"Oh, yes, I can," said Little Boy Blue, "if Towzer can come too." Towzer
+was the dog.
+
+"And perhaps you can look after the sheep?"
+
+"Yes, Aunt Polly, I can do that," said Little Boy Blue.
+
+On the shelf in Little Boy Blue's room stood a little blue clock. And
+every morning at five o'clock the door of the clock flew open, and a
+cuckoo came out. The cuckoo said, "Cuck-oo," five times, and then went
+into the little blue clock again, and the little door closed after him.
+Then Little Boy Blue knew it was time to get up.
+
+When he was dressed, he came down-stairs, and Aunt Polly gave him his
+breakfast. He had new milk in a blue bowl, and johnny-cake on a little
+blue plate. These he always carried out onto the door-step because he
+liked, while he was eating and drinking, to see the green grass bending
+in the breeze, and the yellow butterflies dancing here and there in the
+sunshine.
+
+"This is the creamiest milk I ever saw," said Little Boy Blue.
+
+"That's nice," said Aunt Polly. "Do you want some more?"
+
+"Yes, please," said Little Boy Blue. So Aunt Polly brought the blue
+pitcher, and poured more creamy milk into his little blue bowl, and
+Little Boy Blue said: "Thank you, Aunt Polly."
+
+When Little Boy Blue could eat no more golden johnny-cake, and drink no
+more creamy milk, he jumped up from the door-step.
+
+First he put his arms around Aunt Polly's neck, and gave her a hug and a
+kiss. Then he went into the house to get his horn. The horn was a little
+blue one, and it hung on a peg near the kitchen door.
+
+What do you suppose the horn was for? Why, Little Boy Blue watched the
+cows and the sheep. Then if they got into the wrong places, and trampled
+on the crops, Little Boy Blue blew the horn. One of the men always heard
+the horn, and came to help drive the cows or the sheep back where they
+belonged.
+
+All this was very pleasant. But one day--what do you think? The sheep
+ran away, and jumped over a stone wall into the meadow, and the cows got
+into the corn. Nobody knew how it happened. Little Boy Blue had gone out
+that morning, just as he always did, to look after them; and no one had
+heard any horn. At last Towzer ran up to the barn, barking loudly. That
+was to give the alarm--about the sheep and the cows.
+
+"How queer!" said Aunt Polly, who was in the barn-yard feeding the
+chickens.
+
+"How strange!" said Uncle Ben.
+
+"Where's Little Boy Blue?" asked the men.
+
+  [Illustration: "'HE'S UNDER THE HAYCOCK, FAST ASLEEP!'"]
+
+"I'll call him," said Aunt Polly. So she walked, and she walked, all
+around the farm. As Aunt Polly walked she looked here, and she looked
+there. And she called:
+
+     "Little Boy Blue! Come blow your horn.
+      The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn."
+
+Where do you think Aunt Polly found him? When the head-farmer asked her,
+"Where's the little boy that looks after the sheep?" Aunt Polly said:
+"He's under the haycock, fast asleep."
+
+"Shall we go wake him?" said the head-farmer.
+
+"No, no; let him lie," said Aunt Polly. "For if we should wake him,
+'he'd cry, cry, cry.'"
+
+You see Little Boy Blue got up so early, he grew sleepy. And the sun was
+hot. And the haymow made a soft pillow. So he fell sound asleep, and
+dreamed about the woolly white lamb.
+
+But on the day after that, Little Boy Blue took a nap, first, so that
+when he looked after the cows and the sheep he could keep awake. He
+never again had to be told to blow his horn.
+
+When Little Boy Blue's visit was over, Aunt Polly said: "You've been a
+dear little helper. I'm going to give you something to take home." And,
+oh, joy! it was the woolly white lamb!
+
+
+TRAVELS OF A FOX
+
+ADAPTED BY CECILIA FARWELL
+
+The Fox was digging under an old tree and found a bumblebee. He gathered
+it up and put it into his bag and tied the string. Then he went to the
+first cottage at the end of the village street and said:
+
+"Good morning, Good Mother. The way is long, and I am weary. May I leave
+my bag here while I go to the grocery store?"
+
+"That will be all right," said the old woman, "put it behind the door."
+
+So the Fox put the bag behind the door, saying, as he did so: "Be sure
+that you do not untie the string, Good Mother." Then he went out of the
+cottage and on up the road.
+
+The old woman looked at the bag and said to herself: "Now, I wonder what
+that sly fellow carries so carefully? It will do no harm to see."
+
+So she untied the string and started to look into the bag, and when the
+bag was opened the bumblebee flew out, and the rooster which was
+stalking about in the kitchen promptly ate him up.
+
+When the Fox came back he saw that his bag had been opened and he said
+to the old woman: "Where is my bumblebee?"
+
+"I opened the bag for but an instant," said the old woman, "and the
+bumblebee flew out and the rooster ate him up."
+
+"Then I must take the rooster," said the Fox. So he gathered up the
+rooster, put him into the bag and tied the string, and threw the bag
+over his shoulder and went on down the road.
+
+When he came to the next cottage he knocked at the door and said: "Good
+morning, Good Mother. The way is long and I am weary. May I leave my bag
+here while I go on to the grocery store?"
+
+"That will be all right," said the old woman, "put it behind the door."
+
+So the Fox put the bag behind the door, saying as he did so: "Be sure
+that you do not untie the string, Good Mother," and he went on down the
+road.
+
+The old woman looked at the bag and said to herself, "Now I wonder what
+it is that that sly old fellow carries so carefully. It will do no harm
+to see."
+
+So she untied the string and started to look into the bag, and when the
+bag was opened the rooster flew out, and the pig which was in the
+kitchen promptly ate him up.
+
+When the Fox came back he saw that the bag had been opened, and he said:
+"Where is my rooster, Good Mother?"
+
+"I opened the bag for but an instant, and the rooster flew out and the
+pig ate him up," said the woman.
+
+"Then I must have the pig," said the Fox. So he gathered up the pig and
+put him into the bag and tied the string and threw the bag over his
+shoulder and went on down the road.
+
+When he came to the next cottage he knocked at the door and said: "Good
+morning, Good Mother. The way is long and I am weary. May I leave my bag
+here while I go to the grocery store?"
+
+"That will be all right," said the old woman, "put it behind the door."
+
+So the Fox put the bag behind the door, saying as he did so, "Be sure
+that you do not untie the string, Good Mother," and went on down the
+road.
+
+The old woman looked at the bag and said to herself: "Now I wonder what
+it is that that sly old fellow carries so carefully. It will do no harm
+to see."
+
+So she untied the string and opened the bag the least little bit, and
+the pig jumped out of the bag and ran into the house where the ox stood
+and the ox promptly gored him to death.
+
+When the Fox came back and saw that the bag had been opened he said:
+"Where is my pig, Good Mother?"
+
+"I opened the bag the least little bit, and the pig jumped out and the
+ox gored him to death," said the woman.
+
+"Then I must have the ox," said the Fox. So he went out into the yard
+and gathered up the ox and put him into the bag and tied the string and
+threw the bag on his back and went on down the road.
+
+When he came to the next cottage he knocked at the door and said: "Good
+morning, Good Mother. The way is long and I am weary. May I leave my bag
+here while I go to the grocery store?"
+
+"That will be all right," said the old woman, "put it behind the door."
+
+So the Fox put the bag behind the door, saying as he did so: "Be sure
+that you do not untie the string, Good Mother," and went on down the
+road.
+
+  [Illustration: "MAY I LEAVE MY BAG HERE?" SAID THE FOX]
+
+The woman looked at the bag and said to herself: "Now I wonder what it
+is that that sly old fellow carries so carefully? It will do no harm to
+see."
+
+So she untied the string and opened the bag and the ox jumped out and
+ran out into the yard, and the little boy who was playing there chased
+him off over the hill and into the wood.
+
+When the Fox came back he saw that the string had been untied, and he
+said to the old woman: "Where is my ox?"
+
+"I opened the bag the least little bit, and the ox jumped out and the
+little boy chased him over the hill and into the wood," said the old
+woman.
+
+"Then I must take the little boy," said the Fox.
+
+So he gathered up the little boy and put him into the bag and tied the
+string and threw the bag over his shoulder and started off down the
+road.
+
+When he came to the next house he knocked at the door and said: "Good
+morning, Good Mother. The way is long and I am weary. May I leave my bag
+while I go to the store?"
+
+"That will be all right," said the woman, "put it behind the door."
+
+So the Fox put the bag behind the door, saying as he did so: "Be sure
+that you do not untie the string, Good Mother," and went off.
+
+This woman was very busy that morning, making cake, and she had no time
+to think of the bag, and it lay there for a long time. By-and-by when
+the cake was done her little boys gathered around the table, crying:
+"Let me taste the cake, Mother. Give me a piece of cake!" And she gave
+each one of them a piece of cake.
+
+The cake smelled so good that the little boy in the bag cried out: "Oh,
+I want a piece of cake, too."
+
+When the woman heard the little boy cry out she went to the bag, and
+looking down at it, she said: "Now I wonder what that sly Fox has been
+about?" And the little boy cried out again, and the woman untied the
+string and let him out, and took the house dog and put him into the bag
+instead, and the little boy joined the others around the table, and she
+gave him a piece of the cake.
+
+When the Fox came back he saw that the bag was all tied up, and looked
+just as it had when he left it, so he took it from behind the door and
+threw it over his shoulder, saying to himself: "I have had a long
+journey to-day, and I am hungry. And I have not done so badly, either. I
+will now go into the woods and see how the little boy tastes."
+
+So he went into the woods and untied the string to take the little boy
+out of the bag. But the little boy, as we know, was standing around the
+table with the other little boys eating cake. And no sooner was the
+string untied than the house dog jumped out of the bag and sprang right
+on the Fox, and they had a fight right then and there in the woods.
+Pretty soon the dog went trotting down the road. But the Fox did not go
+home. In fact he did not go anywhere at all.
+
+
+OEYVIND AND MARIT
+
+Oeyvind was his name. A low barren cliff overhung the house in which he
+was born, fir and birch looked down on the roof, and wild-cherry strewed
+flowers over it. Upon this roof there walked about a little goat, which
+belonged to Oeyvind. He was kept there that he might not go astray, and
+Oeyvind carried leaves and grass up to him. One fine day the goat leaped
+down, and--away to the cliff; he went straight up, and came where he
+never had been before. Oeyvind did not see him when he came out after
+dinner, and thought immediately of the fox. He grew hot all over, looked
+around about, and called, "Killy-killy-killy-goat."
+
+"Bay-ay-ay," said the goat, from the brow of the hill, as he cocked his
+head on one side and looked down.
+
+But at the side of the goat there kneeled a little girl.
+
+"Is it yours, this goat?" she asked.
+
+Oeyvind stood with eyes and mouth wide open, thrust both hands into the
+breeches he had on, and asked, "Who are you?"
+
+"I am Marit, mother's little one, father's fiddle, the elf in the house,
+grand-daughter of Ole Nordistuen of the Heide farms, four years old in
+the autumn, two days after the frost nights, I!"
+
+"Are you really?" he said, and drew a long breath, which he had not
+dared to do so long as she was speaking.
+
+"Is it yours, this goat?" asked the girl again.
+
+"Ye-es," he said, and looked up.
+
+"I have taken such a fancy to the goat. You will give it to me?"
+
+"No, that I won't."
+
+She lay kicking her legs, and looking down at him, and then she said,
+"But if I give you a butter-cake for the goat, can I have him then?"
+
+Oeyvind came of poor people, and had eaten butter-cake only once in his
+life, that was when grandpapa came there, and anything like it he had
+never eaten before nor since. He looked up at the girl. "Let me see the
+butter-cake first," said he.
+
+She was not long about it, took out a large cake, which she held in her
+hand. "Here it is," she said, and threw it down.
+
+"Ow, it went to pieces," said the boy. He gathered up every bit with the
+utmost care; he could not help tasting the very smallest, and that was
+so good, he had to taste another, and, before he knew it himself, he had
+eaten up the whole cake.
+
+"Now the goat is mine," said the girl. The boy stopped with the last bit
+in his mouth, the girl lay and laughed, and the goat stood by her side,
+with white breast and dark brown hair, looking down.
+
+"Could you not wait a little while?" begged the boy; his heart began to
+beat. Then the girl laughed still more, and got up quickly on her knees.
+
+"No, the goat is mine," she said, and threw her arms around its neck,
+loosened one of her garters, and fastened it around. Oeyvind looked up.
+She got up, and began pulling at the goat; it would not follow, and
+twisted its neck downward to where Oeyvind stood. "Bay-ay-ay," it said.
+But she took hold of its hair with one hand, pulled the string with the
+other, and said gently, "Come, goat, and you shall go into the room and
+eat out of mother's dish and my apron." And then she sung,--
+
+     "Come, boy's goat,
+      Come, mother's calf,
+      Come, mewing cat
+      In snow-white shoes.
+      Come, yellow ducks,
+      Come out of your hiding-place;
+      Come, little chickens,
+      Who can hardly go;
+      Come, my doves
+      With soft feathers,
+      See, the grass is wet,
+      But the sun does you good;
+      And early, early is it in summer,
+      But call for the autumn, and it will come."
+
+There stood the boy.
+
+He had taken care of the goat since the winter before, when it was born,
+and he had never imagined he could lose it; but now it was done in a
+moment, and he would never see it again.
+
+His mother came up humming from the beach, with wooden pans which she
+had scoured: she saw the boy sitting with his legs crossed under him on
+the grass, crying, and she went up to him.
+
+"What are you crying about?"
+
+"Oh, the goat, the goat!"
+
+"Yes; where is the goat?" asked his mother, looking up at the roof.
+
+"It will never come back again," said the boy.
+
+"Dear me! how could that happen?"
+
+He would not confess immediately.
+
+"Has the fox taken it?"
+
+"Ah, if it only were the fox!"
+
+"Are you crazy?" said his mother; "what has become of the goat?"
+
+"Oh-h-h--I happened to--to--to sell it for a cake!"
+
+As soon as he had uttered the word, he understood what it was to sell
+the goat for a cake; he had not thought of it before. His mother said,--
+
+"What do you suppose the little goat thinks of you, when you could sell
+him for a cake?"
+
+And the boy thought about it, and felt sure that he could never again be
+happy. He felt so sorry, that he promised himself never again to do
+anything wrong, never to cut the thread on the spinning-wheel, nor let
+the goats out, nor go down to the sea alone. He fell asleep where he
+lay, and dreamed about the goat.
+
+Suddenly there came something wet close up to his ear, and he started
+up. "Bay-ay-ay!" it said; and it was the goat, who had come back again.
+
+"What! have you got back?" He jumped up, took it by the two fore-legs,
+and danced with it as if it were a brother; he pulled its beard, and he
+was just going in to his mother with it, when he heard some one behind
+him, and, looking, saw the girl sitting on the greensward by his side.
+Now he understood it all, and let go the goat.
+
+"Is it you, who have come with it?"
+
+She sat, tearing the grass up with her hands, and said,--
+
+"They would not let me keep it; grandfather is sitting up there,
+waiting."
+
+While the boy stood looking at her, he heard a sharp voice from the road
+above call out, "Now!"
+
+Then she remembered what she was to do; she rose, went over to Oeyvind,
+put one of her muddy hands into his, and, turning her face away,
+said,--
+
+"I beg your pardon!"
+
+But then her courage was all gone; she threw herself over the goat, and
+wept.
+
+"I think you had better keep the goat," said Oeyvind, looking the other
+way.
+
+"Come, make haste!" said grandpapa, up on the hill; and Marit rose, and
+walked with reluctant feet upward.
+
+"You are forgetting your garter," Oeyvind called after her. She turned
+round, and looked first at the garter and then at him. At last she came
+to a great resolution, and said, in a choked voice,--
+
+"You may keep that."
+
+He went over to her, and, taking her hand, said,--
+
+"Thank you!"
+
+"O, nothing to thank for!" she answered, but drew a long sigh, and
+walked on.
+
+He sat down on the grass again. The goat walked about near him, but he
+was no longer so pleased with it as before.
+
+The goat was fastened to the wall; but Oeyvind walked about, looking up
+at the cliff. His mother came out, and sat down by his side, he wanted
+to hear stories about what was far away, for now the goat no longer
+satisfied him. So she told him how once everything could talk: the
+mountain talked to the stream, and the stream to the river, the river to
+the sea, and the sea to the sky; but then he asked if the sky did not
+talk to any one; and the sky talked to the clouds, the clouds to the
+trees, the trees to the grass, the grass to the flies, the flies to the
+animals, the animals to the children, the children to the grown-up
+people; and so it went on, until it had gone round, and no one could
+tell where it had begun. Oeyvind looked at the mountain, the trees, the
+sky, and had never really seen them before. The cat came out at that
+moment, and lay down on the stone before the door in the sunshine.
+
+"What does the cat say?" asked Oeyvind, pointing. His mother sang,--
+
+     "At evening softly shines the sun,
+      The cat lies lazy on the stone.
+      Two small mice,
+      Cream thick and nice,
+      Four bits of fish,
+      I stole behind a dish,
+      And am so lazy and tired,
+      Because so well I have fared,"
+
+says the cat.
+
+But then came the cock, with all the hens.
+
+"What does the cock say?" asked Oeyvind, clapping his hands together.
+His mother sang,--
+
+     "The mother-hen her wings doth sink,
+      The cock stands on one leg to think:
+      That gray goose
+      Steers high her course;
+      But sure am I that never she
+      As clever as a cock can be.
+      Run in, you hens, keep under the roof to-day,
+      For the sun has got leave to stay away,"
+
+says the cock.
+
+But the little birds were sitting on the ridge-pole, singing. "What do
+the birds say?" asked Oeyvind, laughing.
+
+     "Dear Lord, how pleasant is life,
+      For those who have neither toil nor strife,"
+
+say the birds.
+
+And she told him what they all said, down to the ant, who crawled in the
+moss, and the worm who worked in the bark.
+
+That same summer, his mother began to teach him to read. He had owned
+books a long time, and often wondered how it would seem when they also
+began to talk. Now the letters turned into animals, birds, and
+everything else; but soon they began to walk together, two and two; _a_
+stood and rested under a tree, which was called _b_, then came _c_, and
+did the same; but when three or four came together, it seemed as if they
+were angry with each other, for it would not go right. And the farther
+along he came, the more he forgot what they were: he remembered longest
+_a_, which he liked best; it was a little black lamb, and was friends
+with everybody; but soon he forgot _a_ also: the book had no more
+stories, nothing but lessons.
+
+One day his mother came in, and said to him,--
+
+"To-morrow school begins, and then you are going up to the farm with
+me."
+
+Oeyvind had heard that school was a place where many boys played
+together; and he had no objection. Indeed, he was much pleased. He had
+often been at the farm, but never when there was school there; and now
+he was so anxious to get there, he walked faster than his mother up over
+the hills. As they came up to the neighboring house, a tremendous
+buzzing, like that from the water-mill at home, met their ears; and he
+asked his mother what it was.
+
+"That is the children reading," she answered, and he was much pleased,
+for that was the way he used to read, before he knew the letters. When
+he came in, there sat as many children round a table as he had ever
+seen at church; others were sitting on their luncheon boxes which were
+ranged round the walls; some stood in small groups round a large printed
+card; the schoolmaster, an old gray-haired man, was sitting on a stool
+by the chimney-corner, filling his pipe. They all looked up as Oeyvind
+and his mother entered, and the mill-hum ceased as if the water had
+suddenly been turned off. All looked at the new-comers; the mother bowed
+to the schoolmaster, who returned her greeting.
+
+  [Illustration: "THE GOAT IS MINE," SHE SAID, AND THREW HER ARMS AROUND
+  ITS NECK]
+
+"Here I bring a little boy who wants to learn to read," said his mother.
+
+"What is the fellow's name?" said the schoolmaster, diving down into his
+pouch after tobacco.
+
+"Oeyvind," said his mother, "he knows his letters, and can put them
+together."
+
+"Is it possible!" said the schoolmaster, "come here, you Whitehead!"
+
+Oeyvind went over to him: the schoolmaster took him on his lap, and
+raised his cap.
+
+"What a nice little boy!" said he, and stroked his hair. Oeyvind looked
+up into his eyes, and laughed.
+
+"Is it at me you are laughing?" asked he, with a frown.
+
+"Yes, it is," answered Oeyvind, and roared with laughter. At that the
+schoolmaster laughed, Oeyvind's mother laughed; the children understood
+that they also were allowed to laugh, and so they all laughed together.
+
+So Oeyvind became one of the scholars.
+
+As he was going to find his seat, they all wanted to make room for him.
+
+"Now, what are you going to do?" asked the schoolmaster, who was busy
+with his pipe again. Just as the boy is going to turn round to the
+schoolmaster, he sees close beside him, sitting down by the hearthstone
+on a little red painted tub, Marit, of the many names; she had covered
+her face with both hands, and sat peeping at him through her fingers.
+
+"I shall sit here," said Oeyvind, quickly, taking a tub and seating
+himself at her side. Then she raised a little the arm nearest him, and
+looked at him from under her elbow; immediately he also hid his face
+with both hands, and looked at her from under his elbow. So they sat,
+keeping up the sport, until she laughed, then he laughed too; the
+children had seen it, and laughed with them; at that, there rung out in
+a fearfully strong voice, which, however, grew milder at every pause,--
+
+"Silence! you young scoundrels, you rascals, you little
+good-for-nothings! Keep still, and be good to me, you sugar-pigs."
+
+That was the schoolmaster, whose custom it was to boil up, but calm down
+again before he had finished. It grew quiet immediately in the school,
+until the water-wheels again began to go: every one read aloud from his
+book, the sharpest louder and louder to get the preponderance, here
+trebles piped up, the rougher voices drummed and there one shouted in
+above the others, and Oeyvind had never had such fun in all his life.
+
+"Is it always like this here?" whispered he to Marit.
+
+"Yes, just like this," she said.
+
+Afterwards, they had to go up to the schoolmaster, and read; and then a
+little boy was called to read, so that they were allowed to go and sit
+down quietly again.
+
+"I have got a goat now, too," said she.
+
+"Have you?"
+
+"Yes; but it is not so pretty as yours."
+
+"Why don't you come oftener up on the cliff?"
+
+"Grandpapa is afraid I shall fall over."
+
+"Mother knows so many songs," said he.
+
+"Grandpapa does, too, you can believe."
+
+"Yes; but he does not know what mother does."
+
+"Grandpapa knows one about a dance. Would you like to hear it?"
+
+"Yes, very much."
+
+"Well, then, you must come farther over here, so that the schoolmaster
+may not hear."
+
+He changed his place, and then she recited a little piece of a song
+three or four times over, so that the boy learned it.
+
+"Up with you, youngsters!" called out the schoolmaster. "This is the
+first day, so you shall be dismissed early; but first we must say a
+prayer, and sing."
+
+Instantly, all was life in the school; they jumped down from the
+benches, sprung over the floor, and talked into each other's mouths.
+
+"Silence! you young torments, you little beggars, you noisy boys! be
+quiet, and walk softly across the floor, little children," said the
+schoolmaster; and now they walked quietly, and took their places, after
+which the schoolmaster went in front of them, and made a short prayer.
+Then they sung. The schoolmaster began in a deep bass, all the children
+stood with folded hands, and joined in. Oeyvind stood farthest down by
+the door with Marit, and looked on; they also folded their hands, but
+they could not sing.
+
+That was the first day at school.
+
+
+
+
+#Happy Days#
+
+
+
+
+WHAT THE CAT AND HEN DID
+
+Four little children were playing in their garden one day. There were
+Mollie and Jamie and Betty and Teddy.
+
+  [Illustration: "THEY WERE SO BUSY MAKING MUD-PIES THAT THEY DID NOT SEE
+  'MRS. TOMKINS.'"]
+
+They were so busy making mud-pies that they did not see "Mrs. Tomkins,"
+the old cat, when she came and mewed, and mewed, and put up her paw, and
+touched Mollie and Jamie and Betty and Teddy--first one and then the
+other, as much as to say, "Do come, some of you, and help me! Do come,
+_please_!"
+
+By and by the children's mama came out of the house and saw how queerly
+the cat was acting, and said: "Children, Mrs. Tomkins is trying to get
+you to go with her and see if her babies are all right."
+
+So the children left their play, and said: "Come, Mrs. Tomkins, we will
+go with you now."
+
+The old cat gave a thankful "m-i-e-o-u," and started down the walk
+leading to the barn. Every now and then she looked back to see if the
+children were really coming. When she got to the stable, she ran and
+jumped up on the manger, and looked down into it, and gave a quick,
+sharp "m-i-e-o-u," as if to say, "What do you think of that?" And the
+children looked in and saw a hen sitting upon the old cat's kittens and
+trying to keep them all covered up! When the cat tried to go near them,
+the hen would peck at her and drive her away. How the children laughed!
+Mollie said: "Did you ever see anything so funny! I am going to ask Mama
+to write a funny story about it,--how our old hen 'dopted the kittens."
+
+The hen had been sitting upon some eggs in a nest near where the cat had
+set up housekeeping, and when the cat went out, the hen came over and
+took the cat's little family under her wings, just as if they had been
+so many chick-a-biddies. And when the cat went home again, the hen
+wouldn't let her come near the kittens. Mollie took the hen off, and
+Mrs. Tomkins was happy.
+
+  [Illustration: "EVERY NOW AND THEN SHE LOOKED BACK TO SEE IF THE
+  CHILDREN WERE REALLY COMING."]
+
+The next day she came again, looking as though she said, "I am very
+sorry to trouble you, but I _must_." Then she said, "M-i-e-o-u!
+m-i-e-o-u!" So the children left their play and went to the stable with
+her, and found the hen playing mother to Mrs. Tomkins's kittens again
+and trying to make them keep still and stay under her wings. If one of
+them poked its head out, she would give it a sharp peck to make it go
+back.
+
+The children laughed again, and Mollie said: "Poor Mrs. Tomkins, I would
+look for a new house if I were you--you do have such meddlesome
+neighbors! Then she took the hen off, and Mrs. Tomkins picked up one of
+the kittens.
+
+  [Illustration: "MRS. TOMKINS GAVE A SHARP 'M-I-E-O-U,' AS IF TO SAY,
+  'WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THAT?'"]
+
+The children's mama was sitting in the library reading when the old cat
+came in, with a kitten in her mouth. She put it softly down, went out,
+and soon returned with another. She kept on doing this until she had
+moved all her family of five kittens. Then she settled herself in a cozy
+corner, and looked at the lady, and purred in this way: "If you only
+knew how much trouble I have had with that bad old hen, you would let me
+and my children stay here."
+
+The lady laughed and said: "I will see what I can do for you."
+
+Just then the children came in and begged to have the kittens stay. So a
+new home was made for them in a box in the woodhouse.
+
+
+DOT'S BIRTHDAY CAKE
+
+Once there was a little girl called Dot. And she was just five years
+old. And she had a fine birthday cake. It was big and round, and it had
+five beautiful little pink candles set in pink rosebuds on top.
+
+Dot sat at the big table at dinner that day, and by and by they put a
+pretty pink paper cap on her head and then brought in the birthday cake.
+And the little candles were all burning bright. And when she saw it she
+said, "Oh! oh! how lovely! It is just too pretty to cut!"
+
+But her mama said, "I will cut it for you, dear." So she cut one piece
+for Dot, and then she asked Dot, "Will Marie have a piece?" Marie was
+Dot's big doll. And Dot looked at her and said, "Marie says, 'No, thank
+you.'" And mama said, "Will Fuzzy have a piece?" Fuzzy was Dot's Teddy
+Bear. And Dot looked at him and said: "He says, 'No, thank you.'" And
+mama said, "Will papa have a piece?" And Dot said, "Oh, yes. Won't you,
+papa?" And papa said, "Yes, please." And Dot said, "Mama, you will. You
+_must_ have a piece of my birthday cake." And mama said, "Yes, thank
+you."
+
+And mama cut the cake and gave Dot a piece and papa a piece and herself
+a piece. But she left the parts of the cake where the candles were
+burning,--one, two, three, four, five. And Dot's birthday cake lasted
+one, two, three, four, five whole days before it was all gone.
+
+
+NED AND ROVER AND JACK
+
+A boy named Ned had a little puppy-dog named Rover. One day, Ned's papa
+gave him a nice new toy wagon. Ned was pulling it around the yard when
+he saw Rover. "Come, Rover!" he said, "I will give you a fine ride." So
+he took Rover and put him in the wagon and gave him a ride.
+
+But just then Ned saw a boy he knew, named Tom. Tom was running down the
+street. Ned called to him but he did not hear. Ned wanted to show Tom
+his new wagon. So he ran after Tom as fast as he could go, calling,
+"Tom! Tom!" and never thinking of poor little Rover. He was barking with
+all his might, "Bow! wow! Bow-wow! bow-wow-wow-wow!" which means "Oh,
+stop! stop! I'm going to fall out!" And the next minute Rover went
+"bumpity-bump!" out into the road, and ran off home, crying,
+"Ow-wow-wow!" He was not hurt much, but he was badly frightened. But he
+soon forgot his ride, and he grew and he grew and he grew, till, by and
+by, he was a big dog. And then, Ned's little brother, Jack, had a little
+wagon. But now Rover was too big to ride in it. So Jack said he would
+make Rover pull it and _he_ would ride.
+
+Ned helped him to harness Rover in it like a horse, and Jack climbed in
+and took the reins. "Get up!" said Jack, and away they went out into the
+yard and on into a big field. But just then a little rabbit started up
+in front of them, and the minute Rover saw it, he began to race after
+the rabbit. Poor Jack couldn't hold him at all. Round and round they
+went, and they ran, and they ran, and they ran! Jack called out, "Whoa,
+Rover! Stop, Rover!" But Rover didn't stop. He wanted to catch the
+rabbit and he forgot about Jack.
+
+At last the rabbit ran toward a hole under the wall, where Rover could
+not get him. But Rover dashed after him as fast as he could go.
+"Bumpity-bump" went the little wagon, and just as Rover missed the
+rabbit, the wheel struck a big stone and poor _Jack_ tumbled out on the
+ground. But he didn't cry. He was not hurt much, and he wasn't
+frightened at all. He ran and caught Rover, and said, "Oho! Who cares
+for a little bump like that? You're a funny horse, Rover. But you didn't
+catch your rabbit, you old runaway--did you?"
+
+
+     I had a little Kitten,
+     His name was Pussy Grey--
+     I lent him to a Lady
+     While I was far away--
+     She petted him, she fed him
+     On things to make him fat--
+     And now I have him back again
+     My Kitten is a Cat!
+
+
+HOW POLLY HAD HER PICTURE TAKEN
+
+BY EVERETT WILSON
+
+It was a bright spring morning, and all the animals on the Meadowbrook
+Farm had been given their breakfast, and the Piggy-wig family had
+settled down to a cozy nap. Suddenly there was heard a great noise and
+rushing out in the apple orchard. Old Mother Piggy-wig jumped up on her
+hind legs and looked over the fence of her sty to see what it was all
+about. The little pig that went to market, and the little pig that
+stayed at home, also jumped up, quite as excited as their mother. Then
+the little pig that had roast beef, and the little pig that had none,
+woke up, and they, too, scampered about, wishing to know what was going
+on down under the apple-trees. But before old Mother Piggy-wig could
+tell them, the little pig, who, one day, could not find his way home,
+found a big hole in the lower board of the sty, and at once shouted:
+
+"Oh, I see what it is! It is little Polly going to have her picture
+taken."
+
+And, sure enough, there was Polly's brother Ned with his camera; and
+after him came Polly, and after Polly came--guess what!
+
+Well, first there came Blackie, the cat, then came Banty, the hen; and
+then came Gyp, the dog. And such a mew-mewing, and cluck-clucking, and
+bow-wowing you never heard!
+
+Polly had often had her picture taken, but it was always with her papa
+or her mamma, and she had never had her picture taken with her pets. So
+brother Ned had promised that on her birthday he would take her picture
+with all of her pets--if they would only keep still. This day was
+Polly's birthday, and, as the weather was fine, her brother had told her
+to follow him out to the orchard.
+
+Ned fastened his camera on its three sprawling legs, while Polly tried
+to gather her pets around her. But by this time Blackie, the cat, was
+chasing a squirrel (though he did not catch him), and Banty, the hen,
+was away off scratching for worms; and Gyp, the dog, was barking at a
+bossy calf down by the brook, for, of course, Polly's pets did not know
+it was her birthday and that they were to have their pictures taken with
+her.
+
+Polly called, as loud as she could, "Here, Blackie, Blackie; here,
+Banty, Banty; here, Gyp, Gyp," and as quick as a wink the animals came
+running up to her.
+
+At first she sat down, but all three of her pets got in her lap until
+you could scarcely see Polly behind them. That would not do, of course,
+because it was Polly's picture that was the most important.
+
+Finally, she stood up and made her pets stand up, too. Then she had more
+trouble, for Gyp wanted to stand next to her, and so did Banty, and so
+did Blackie, but she told them if they were not good and did not stand
+just where she put them, they could not have their pictures taken at
+all. She even said she would get the little pig that could not find his
+way home, and would have her picture taken with _him_. They did not like
+that, so they promised to be good. She stood Banty on one side of her,
+and Gyp on the other side, and then she put Blackie on one end next to
+Banty. But Gyp and Blackie jumped around so lively that Brother Ned ran
+into the house and brought out Polly's toy cow, and stood her next to
+Blackie, and that kept _him_ quiet, because he was afraid the cow would
+hook him with her horns--he did not know it was not a _real_ cow. Then
+Ned brought out Polly's toy lion and put him next to Gyp, and that kept
+_him_ quiet, because he thought the lion would eat him up,--he did not
+know it was not a _real_ lion.
+
+So, after they were all nice and quiet, Ned called out:
+
+"Ready! Look pleasant! One, two, three--all over!"
+
+And here is the way they looked in the picture that Ned took that
+morning:
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+IDLE BEN
+
+     Idle Ben was a naughty boy
+       (If you please, this story's true),
+     He caused his teachers great annoy,
+       And his worthy parents, too.
+
+     Idle Ben, in a boastful way
+       To his anxious parents told
+     That while he was young he thought he'd play,
+       And he'd learn when he grew old.
+
+     "Ah, Ben," said his mother, and dropped a tear,
+       "You'll be sorry for this, by-and-by"
+     Says Ben, "To me that's not very clear,
+       But at any rate I'll try."
+
+     So idle Ben, he refused to learn,
+       Thinking that he could wait;
+     But when he had his living to earn,
+       He found it was just too late.
+
+     Little girls, little boys, don't delay your work,
+       Some day you'll be women and men.
+     Whenever your task you're inclined to shirk,
+       Take warning by idle Ben.
+
+
+THE HOLE IN THE CANNA-BED
+
+BY ISABEL GORDON CURTIS
+
+One evening in May, Chuckie Wuckie's papa finished setting out the
+plants in the front yard. Into one large bed he put a dozen fine cannas.
+They looked like fresh young shoots of corn. He told Chuckie Wuckie that
+when summer came they would grow tall, with great spreading leaves and
+beautiful red-and-yellow blossoms.
+
+"Taller than me, papa?" asked the little girl, trying to imagine what
+they would look like.
+
+"Much taller; as tall as I am."
+
+Chuckie Wuckie listened gravely while papa told her she must be very
+careful about the canna-bed. She must not throw her ball into it, or dig
+there, or set a foot in the black, smooth earth. She nodded her head
+solemnly, and made a faithful promise. Then she gathered up her tiny
+rake and hoe and spade, and carried them to the vine-covered shed to put
+beside her father's tools.
+
+Next morning, when papa went to look at the canna-bed, he discovered
+close beside one of the largest plants a snug, round hole. It looked
+like a little nest. He found Chuckie Wuckie digging with an iron spoon
+in the ground beside the fence.
+
+  [Illustration: "PAPA TOLD HER SHE MUST BE VERY CAREFUL ABOUT THE
+  CANNA-BED."]
+
+"Dearie," he said, "do you remember I told you, last night, that you
+must not dig in the canna-bed?"
+
+"Yes," said the little girl.
+
+"Come and see the hole I found there."
+
+So Chuckie Wuckie trotted along at her father's heels. She stood
+watching him as he filled in the hole and smoothed down the earth.
+
+"I did not dig it," said Chuckie Wuckie. "I just came and looked to see
+if the canna had grown any through the night, but I did not dig it."
+
+"Really?" asked her papa, very gravely.
+
+"Really and truly, I did not put my foot on there," said Chuckie Wuckie.
+
+Papa did not say another word. But he could not help thinking that the
+hole looked as if the iron spoon had neatly scooped it out.
+
+Next morning he found the hole dug there again, and Chuckie Wuckie was
+still busy in her corner by the fence. He did not speak of it, however.
+There were prints of small feet on the edge. He only smoothed down the
+earth and raked the bed. He did this for three mornings, then he led
+Chuckie Wuckie again to the canna-bed.
+
+"Papa," she said earnestly, "I did not dig there. Truly, I didn't. The
+hole is there every morning. I found it to-day before you came out, but
+I did not dig it." There were tears in her brown eyes.
+
+"I believe you, Chuckie Wuckie dear," said her father, earnestly.
+
+That night the little girl stood at the gate, watching for her father to
+jump off the car. She could hardly wait for him to kiss her. She took
+his hand and led him to the canna-bed.
+
+"Look!" she cried eagerly.
+
+She was pointing excitedly to a hole beside the roots of a fresh, green
+canna plant.
+
+"That hole again," said her father. "There's a stone in it now, isn't
+there?"
+
+"No, that's what I thought; stoop down and look close, papa!" cried
+Chuckie Wuckie.
+
+It was the head of a fat hop-toad, but all that could be seen was its
+mouth and bright eyes. It was staring at them. Papa poked it with the
+point of his umbrella. It scrambled deeper into the hole, until there
+was nothing to be seen but the dirt. It was slowly changing to the color
+of the black earth.
+
+"I watched him," cried Chuckie Wuckie, excitedly--"oh, for an hour! When
+I found him he was just hopping on the canna-bed. He was looking for his
+house. He acted as if the door had been shut in his face. Then he began
+to open it. He crawled and scrambled round and round, and threw up the
+dirt, and poked and pushed. At last he had the hole made, just as it is
+every morning, and he crawled in. Then he lay and blinked at me."
+
+"Clever fellow," said papa. "Well, we won't grudge him a home, and we
+won't shut the door again in his face, will we, Chuckie Wuckie?"
+
+The cannas have grown very tall now--almost as tall as Chuckie Wuckie's
+papa--and so thick that you cannot see where the roots are; but a fat,
+brown hop-toad has a snug, cool, safe little nest there, and he
+gratefully crawls into it when the sun grows very hot.
+
+
+The Conceited Mouse
+
+BY ELLA FOSTER CASE
+
+Once upon a time there was a very small mouse with a very, very large
+opinion of himself. What he didn't know his own grandmother couldn't
+tell him.
+
+"You'd better keep a bright eye in your head, these days," said she, one
+chilly afternoon. "Your gran'ther has smelled a trap."
+
+"Scat!" answered the small mouse--"'s if I don't know a trap when I see
+it!" And that was all the thanks she got for her good advice.
+
+"Go your own way, for you will go no other," the wise old mouse said to
+herself; and she scratched her nose slowly and sadly as she watched her
+grandson scamper up the cellar stairs.
+
+"Ah!" sniffed he, poking his whiskers into a crack of the dining-room
+cupboard, "cheese--as I'm alive!" Scuttle--scuttle. "I'll be squizzled,
+if it isn't in that cunning little house; I know what that is--a
+cheese-house, of course. What a very snug hall! That's the way with
+cheese-houses. I know, 'cause I've heard the dairymaid talk about 'em.
+It must be rather inconvenient, though, to carry milk up that step and
+through an iron door. I know why it's so open--to let in fresh air. I
+tell you, that cheese is good! Kind of a reception-room in there--guess
+I know a reception-room from a hole in the wall. No trouble at all about
+getting in, either. Wouldn't grandmother open her eyes to see me here!
+Guess I'll take another nibble at that cheese, and go out. What's that
+noise? What in squeaks is the matter with the door? This is a
+cheese-house, I know it is--but what if it should turn out to be
+a--O-o-o-eeee!" And that's just what it did turn out to be.
+
+  [Illustration: End of ye Tale]
+
+
+
+
+#RHYMES CONCERNING "MOTHER"#
+
+
+
+
+A BOY'S MOTHER[O]
+
+BY JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY
+
+     My mother she's so good to me,
+     Ef I was good as I could be,
+     I couldn't be as good--no, sir!--
+     Can't any boy be good as her.
+
+     She loves me when I'm glad er sad;
+     She loves me when I'm good er bad;
+     An', what's a funniest thing, she says
+     She loves me when she punishes.
+
+     I don't like her to punish me--
+     That don't hurt--but it hurts to see
+     Her cryin'.--Nen _I_ cry; an' nen
+     We both cry an' be good again.
+
+     She loves me when she cuts an' sews
+     My little cloak an' Sund'y clothes;
+     An' when my Pa comes home to tea,
+     She loves him 'most as much as me.
+
+     She laughs an' tells him all I said,
+     An' grabs me up an' pats my head;
+     An' I hug _her_, an' hug my Pa,
+     An' love him purt' nigh much as Ma.
+
+  [O] From "Rhymes of Childhood," by James Whitcomb Riley. Used by special
+  permission of the publishers. The Bobbs-Merrill Company.
+
+
+MOTHER
+
+BY ROSE FYLEMAN
+
+     When mother comes each morning
+       She wears her oldest things,
+     She doesn't make a rustle,
+       She hasn't any rings;
+     She says, "Good-morning, chickies,
+       It's such a lovely day,
+     Let's go into the garden
+       And have a game of play!"
+
+     When mother comes at tea-time
+       Her dress goes shoo-shoo-shoo,
+     She always has a little bag,
+       Sometimes a sunshade too;
+     She says, "I am so hoping
+       There's something left for me;
+     Please hurry up, dear Nanna,
+       I'm dying for my tea."
+
+     When mother comes at bed-time
+       Her evening dress she wears,
+     She tells us each a story
+       When we have said our prayers;
+     And if there is a party
+       She looks so shiny bright
+     It's like a lovely fairy
+       Dropped in to say good-night.
+
+
+THE GOODEST MOTHER
+
+     Evening was falling, cold and dark,
+       And people hurried along the way
+     As if they were longing soon to mark
+       Their own home candle's cheering ray.
+
+     Before me toiled in the whirling wind
+       A woman with bundles great and small,
+     And after her tugged, a step behind,
+       The Bundle she loved the best of all.
+
+     A dear little roly-poly boy
+       With rosy cheeks, and a jacket blue,
+     Laughing and chattering full of joy,
+       And here's what he said--I tell you true:
+
+     "You're the goodest mother that ever was."
+       A voice as clear as a forest bird's;
+     And I'm sure the glad young heart had cause
+       To utter the sweet of the lovely words.
+
+     Perhaps the woman had worked all day
+       Washing or scrubbing; perhaps she sewed;
+     I knew, by her weary footfall's way
+       That life for her was an uphill road.
+
+     But here was a comfort. Children dear,
+       Think what a comfort you might give
+     To the very best friend you can have here,
+       The lady fair in whose house you live,
+
+     If once in a while you'd stop and say,--
+       In task or play for a moment pause,
+     And tell her in sweet and winning way,
+       "You're the GOODEST mother that ever was."
+
+
+MOTHER'S WAY
+
+BY CARRIE WILLIAMS
+
+     Nowadays girls go to cooking-school
+     And learn to cook just so by rule;
+     But all I know, I'm glad to say,
+     My mother taught me day by day.
+
+     She did not need a great cook-book;
+     She knew how much and what it took
+     To make things good and sweet and light.
+     What Mother does is always right.
+
+
+WHO IS IT?
+
+BY ETHEL M. KELLEY
+
+     Whose hair is all curly, an' eyes "baby-blue"?
+     Who wakes up too early 'fore night-time is fru?
+     Who dresses her pillow all up in the clo'es,
+     An' counts all her piggies when nobody knows?
+     An' who's des' as _quiet_ as _quiet_ can be?
+         Muvver says--_me_.
+
+     Who w'ites wif a pencil all over a book?
+     An' who gets the ink when nobody does look?
+     An' who gets her fingies all blacker than black?
+     An' who gets 'em spatted when Muvver comes back?
+     An' who's des' as _sorry_ as _sorry_ can be?
+         Muvver says--_me_.
+
+     Who goes down to dinner on Sundays at two,
+     All dressed in w'ite frillies, an' tied up in blue?
+     An' who waits for Father to cut up her meat,
+     When she is _so_ hungry an' nuffin' to eat?
+     An' who's des' as "_patient_" as "_patient_" can be?
+         Muvver says--_me_.
+
+     Who gets on her nightie an' says all her prayers?
+     An' then comes a-stealin' an' creepin' down-stairs?
+     Who cuddles up comfy an' teases to stay?
+     An' who is so spoiled 'at she _won't_ go away,
+     Even when she's as _sleepy_ as _sleepy_ can be?
+         Muvver says--_me_.
+
+
+MY DEAREST IS A LADY
+
+BY MIRIAM S. CLARK
+
+     My dearest is a lady, she wears a gown of blue,
+     She sits beside the window where the yellow sun comes through;
+     The light is shining on her hair, and all the time she sews,
+     She sings a song about a knight, a dear, brave knight she knows.
+
+     My dearest is a lady--and oh, I love her well!
+     Full five and twenty times a day this very tale I tell;
+     For I'm the knight in armor, a shield and sword I wear,
+     And Mother is my lady, with the light upon her hair.
+
+
+HOW MANY LUMPS!
+
+     How many lumps of sugar
+       Ought a little girl to use
+     To sweeten a cup of chocolate?
+       I can take just what I choose.
+
+     Five make it just like candy,
+       And four are most as good--
+     There's no one to say I mustn't,
+       Now I wonder if I should.
+
+     Three is what Nurse allows me,
+       So that would be surely right.
+     Uncle Jack takes two lumps always
+       And says it is "out of sight."
+
+     Five, four, three, two--I wonder--
+       Or none, just like Papa?
+     Well, after all, I'll take but one
+       And copy my dear Mama.
+
+  [Illustration: From the painting by H. Morisset.
+  By permission of the artist.]
+
+
+When Mother Goes Away
+
+BY CLARA ODELL LYON
+
+     Says Bobby to Mother:
+       "I'll be good as I can."
+     "I _know_ you will, Bobby;
+       You're Mother's little man."
+
+             BUT--
+
+     His mother then takes every match from the box;
+     The door of the pantry securely she locks;
+     Puts the hammer and tacks, and the scissors and ink
+     In the best hiding places of which she can think
+     And wonders at last, as her hat she pins on,
+     What mischief her Bobby will do while she's gone!
+
+
+AN OLD SONG--"THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME!"
+
+     When people ask me where I live,
+     I hate to have to go and give
+         A name like Smithville, plain.
+     I'd rather say:--"Sir, if you please,
+     My home is in the Hebrides,"
+     Or, "High up in the Pyrenees,"
+         Or, "At Gibraltar, Spain."
+
+     "Constantinople," too, sounds fine,
+     And "Drachenfels-upon-the-Rhine,"
+         And "Madagascar," too;
+     And "Yokohama" sounds so great,
+     And "Hindustan" is just first-rate;
+     I rather like even "Bering Strait,"
+         And "Cuzco" in Peru.
+
+     And yet, I would not be at night,
+     Alone upon the "Isle of Wight,"
+         Or on the "Zuyder Zee."
+     At "Nova Zembla," in a gale,
+     I know that I should just turn pale;
+     For fear of earthquakes, I should quail
+         In "sunny Italy."
+
+     A place that sounds nice on the map,
+     May have a little too much snap
+         To keep within its wall,
+     And so, though many names I see,
+     That sound as stylish as can be,
+     There's no place quite so good for me,
+         As Smithville, after all!
+
+                              _Blanche Elizabeth Wade._
+
+
+
+
+#UNCLES AND AUNTS AND OTHER RELATIVES#
+
+
+
+
+GRANDMOTHER'S MEMORIES
+
+BY HELEN A. BYROM
+
+  [Illustration: "STANDS WATCHING THE SETTING SUN."]
+
+     Grandmother sits in her easy-chair,
+       In the ruddy sunlight's glow;
+     Her thoughts are wandering far away
+       In the land of Long Ago.
+     Again she dwells in her father's home,
+       And before her loving eyes
+     In the light of a glorious summer day
+       The gray old farm-house lies.
+
+     She hears the hum of the spinning-wheel
+       And the spinner's happy song;
+     She sees the bundles of flax that hang
+       From the rafters, dark and long;
+     She sees the sunbeams glide and dance
+       Across the sanded floor;
+     And feels on her cheek the wandering breeze
+       That steals through the open door.
+
+     Beyond, the flowers nod sleepily
+       At the well-sweep, gaunt and tall;
+     And up from the glen comes the musical roar
+       Of the distant waterfall.
+     The cows roam lazily to and fro
+       Along the shady lane;
+     The shouts of the reapers sound faint and far
+       From the fields of golden grain.
+
+     And grandma herself, a happy girl,
+       Stands watching the setting sun,
+     While the spinner rests, and the reapers cease,
+       And the long day's work is done;
+     Then something wakes her--the room is dark,
+       And vanished the sunset glow,
+     And grandmother wakes, with a sad surprise,
+       From the dreams of long ago.
+
+
+Great-Aunt Lucy Lee
+
+By Cora Walker Hayes
+
+     Sometimes when I am tired of play
+       My mother says to me,
+     "Come, daughter, we will call to-day
+       On Great-aunt Lucy Lee."
+
+     And soon, by mother's side, I skip
+       Along the quiet street,
+     Where tall old trees, on either side,
+       Throw shadows at my feet.
+
+     The houses stand in solemn rows,
+       And not a child is seen;
+     The blinds are drawn, the doors are shut,
+       The walks are span and clean.
+
+     Then when we come to number three,
+       I stretch my hand up--so!
+     And find the old brass knocker's ring;
+       I rap, and in we go.
+
+     There Great-aunt Lucy, small and prim,
+       Sits by the chimney-piece;
+     Her knitting-needles clicking go,
+       And never seem to cease.
+
+     Aunt Lucy's eyes are blue and kind,
+       Her wrinkled face is fair;
+     She hides with cap or snowy lace
+       Her pretty silver hair.
+
+     Aunt Lucy's voice is sweet and low,
+       Her smile is quick and bright;
+     She wears a gown of lavender,
+       And kerchief soft and white.
+
+     I fold my hands in front of me
+       And sit quite still and staid,
+     Till Great-aunt Lucy, smiling, says,
+       "Come hither, little maid!"
+
+     There Great-aunt Lucy small and prim
+       Sits by the chimney-piece
+     Her knitting needles clicking go
+       And never seem to cease]
+
+  [Illustration:
+     Pale roses of a hundred leaves
+       Sweet-William, Four-o'clocks
+     Pinks, daisies, bleeding-hearts and things
+       All bordered round with box]
+
+     And from her silken bag she takes
+       A peppermint or two,
+     And questions me about my play,
+       My school, my dolls, the Zoo.
+
+     And then she rings for Hannah, who
+       Comes hobbling stiffly in,
+     With sugared cakes and jelly-tarts
+       Upon a shining tin.
+
+     When I have eaten all I can,
+       Aunt Lucy bids me go
+     Into the garden, where all kinds
+       Of lovely flowers grow.
+
+     Pale roses of a hundred leaves,
+       Sweet-william, four-o'clocks,
+     Pinks, daisies, bleeding-hearts and things
+       All bordered 'round with box.
+
+     And there's an arbor, where the grapes
+       Hang low enough to reach;
+     A plum-tree just across the path,
+       And by the wall a peach.
+
+     And oh! I think it very nice
+       To come and visit here;
+     The house, the garden and the folks
+       All seem so very queer!
+
+     And though I am well satisfied
+       A while to romp and play,--
+     A wee old lady, kind and dear,
+       _I_ want to be some day;
+
+     And so I hope that when I, too,
+       Have grown to eighty-three,
+     I'll be a lovely lady like
+       My Great-aunt Lucy Lee.
+
+
+Our Visitors
+
+By Isabel Lyndall
+
+     When grandma comes to visit,
+       She very often brings
+     Her satchel full of cookies,
+       And ginger cakes and things.
+
+     Grandpa carries in his grip
+       For Dorothy and me,
+     One of the newest toys that moves,
+       When wound up with a key.
+
+     Aunt Sarah says there is no need
+       To have so many toys!
+     She seems to think that useful things
+       Are best for girls and boys.
+
+     Uncle Jack we're glad to see
+       Although he is a tease.
+     He gives us each a quarter
+       To spend just as we please!
+
+
+BEAUTIFUL GRANDMAMMA
+
+     Grandmamma sits in her quaint arm-chair--
+     Never was lady more sweet and fair!
+     Her gray locks ripple like silver shells,
+     And her brow its own calm story tells
+     Of a gentle life and a peaceful even,
+     A trust in God and a hope in heaven!
+
+     Little girl Mary sits rocking away
+     In her own low seat, like some winsome fay;
+     Two dolly babies her kisses share,
+     And another one lies by the side of her chair.
+     Mary is fair as the morning dew--
+     Cheeks of roses and ribbons of blue!
+
+     "Say, grandmamma," says the pretty elf,
+     "Tell me a story about yourself.
+     When you were little, what did you play?
+     Was you good or naughty, the whole long day?
+     Was it hundreds and hundreds of years ago?
+     And what makes your soft hair as white as snow?
+
+     "Did you have a mamma to hug and kiss?
+     And a dolly like this, and this, and this?
+     Did you have a pussy like my little Kate?
+     Did you go to bed when the clock struck eight?
+     Did you have long curls and beads like mine?
+     And a new silk apron, with ribbons fine?"
+
+     Grandmamma smiled at the little maid,
+     And laying aside her knitting, she said:
+     "Go to my desk and a red box you'll see;
+     Carefully lift it and bring it to me."
+     So Mary put her dollies away and ran,
+     Saying, "I'll be as careful as ever I can."
+
+     Then grandmamma opened the box: and lo!
+     A beautiful child with a throat like snow,
+     Lips just tinted like pink shells rare,
+     Eyes of hazel and golden hair,
+     Hands all dimpled, and teeth like pearls--
+     Fairest and sweetest of little girls!
+
+     "Oh, who is it?" cried winsome May;
+     "How I wish she was here to-day!
+     Wouldn't I love her like everything,
+     And give her my new carnelian ring!
+     Say, dear grandmamma, who can she be?"
+     "Darling," said grandmamma, "that child was me!"
+
+     [Illustration: AN AFTERNOON CALL ON GRANDMOTHER]
+
+     May looked along at the dimpled grace,
+     And then at the saint-like, fair old face,
+     "How funny!" she cried, with a smile and a kiss,
+     "To have such a dear little grandma as this!
+     Still," she added, with a smiling zest,
+     "I think, dear grandma, I like you best!"
+
+     So May climbed on the silken knee,
+     And grandma told her her history--
+     What plays she played, what toys she had,
+     How at times she was naughty, or good, or sad.
+     "But the best thing you did," said May, "don't you see?
+     Was to grow a beautiful grandma for me!"
+
+
+THANKSGIVING DAY
+
+BY LYDIA MARIA CHILD
+
+     Over the river and through the wood,
+       To grandfather's house we go;
+         The horse knows the way
+         To carry the sleigh
+       Through the white and drifted snow.
+
+     Over the river and through the wood--
+       Oh, how the wind does blow!
+         It stings the toes
+         And bites the nose,
+       As over the ground we go.
+
+     Over the river and through the wood,
+       To have a first-rate play;
+         Hear the bells ring,
+         "Ting-a-ling-ding!"
+       Hurrah for Thanksgiving Day!
+
+     Over the river and through the wood,
+       Trot fast, my dapple-gray!
+         Spring over the ground,
+         Like a hunting hound!
+       For this is Thanksgiving Day.
+
+     Over the river and through the wood,
+       And straight through the barn-yard gate.
+         We seem to go
+         Extremely slow--
+       It is so hard to wait!
+
+     Over the river and through the wood--
+       Now grandmother's cap I spy!
+         Hurrah for the fun!
+         Is the pudding done?
+       Hurrah for the pumpkin pie!
+
+
+GRANDMA'S MINUET
+
+     Grandma told me all about it;
+     Told me so I couldn't doubt it;
+     How she danced--my grandma danced,
+               Long ago.
+     How she held her pretty head,
+     How her dainty skirt she spread,
+     How she turned her little toes,
+     Smiling little human rose!
+               Long ago.
+
+     Grandma's hair was bright and sunny,
+     Dimpled cheeks, too--ah, how funny!
+     Really, quite a pretty girl,
+               Long ago.
+     Bless her! Why, she wears a cap,
+     Grandma, does, and takes a nap,
+     Every single day, and yet,
+     Grandma danced a minuet,
+               Long ago.
+
+     No--they moved with stately grace,
+     Everything in proper place;
+     Gliding slowly forward, then
+     Slowly courtesying back again,
+               Long ago.
+     Modern ways are quite alarming,
+     Grandma says; but boys were charming--
+     Girls and boys, I mean, of course--
+               Long ago.
+
+     Bravely modest, grandly shy--
+     Now she sits there rocking, rocking,
+     Always knitting grandpa's stocking,
+     Every girl was taught to knit,
+               Long ago.
+     Yet her figure is so neat,
+     And her smile so staid and sweet,
+     I can almost see her now
+     Bending to her partner's bow,
+               Long ago.
+
+     Grandma says our modern jumping,
+     Hopping, rushing, whirling, bumping
+     Would have shocked the gentlefolk,
+               Long ago.
+     What if all of us should try
+     Just to feel like those who met
+     In the graceful minuet,
+               Long ago?
+
+     With the minuet in fashion,
+     Who could fly into a passion?
+     All would wear the calm they wore,
+               Long ago.
+     In time to come, if I perchance
+     Should tell my grandchild of our dance
+     I should really like to say:
+     "We did, dear, in some such way,
+               Long ago."
+
+
+AUNT JAN
+
+BY NORMAN GALE
+
+     When Aunt Jan's coming there's such romping in the house,
+     She's sweeter than a daffodil and softer than a mouse!
+     She sings about the passages, and never wants to rest,
+     And father says it's all because a bird is in her breast.
+
+     When Aunt Jan's kissing there's such a crowding round her knees,
+     Such clambers to her bosom, and such battles for a squeeze!
+     We dirty both her snowy cuffs, we trample on her gown,
+     And sometimes all her yellow hair comes tumbling, tumbling down.
+
+     When Aunt Jan's dancing we all watch her as she goes,
+     With in-and-out and round-about upon her shiny toes;
+     And when her merry breath is tired she stops the fun and stands
+     To curtsy saucily to us, or kiss her pretty hands.
+
+     When Aunt Jan's playing, the piano seems alive,
+     With all the notes as busy as the bees are in a hive;
+     And when it's time for Bedfordshire, as sweetly as a lark
+     She sings that God is waiting to protect us in the dark.
+
+     When Aunt Jan's leaving we are not ashamed to cry,
+     A-kissing at the station and a-waving her good-by;
+     But springtime brings the crocus after winter, rain and frost
+     So dear Aunt Jan will come again. She isn't really lost.
+
+
+AFTER TEA
+
+     Very often in the evening,
+       Shortly after tea,
+     Father, when he's read the paper,
+       Takes me on his knee.
+
+     There I fix myself "quite comfy,"
+       In his arms so strong,
+     While he makes up lovely stories
+       As he goes along.
+
+     Mother near us with her sewing,
+       Rocking to and fro,
+     Smiles and listens to the stories,
+       Likes them too, I know.
+
+     And I'm sure that she is thinking,
+       What perhaps you've guessed,
+     That the stories Father tells us
+       Are the very best.
+
+
+
+
+#AMUSING ALPHABETS#
+
+
+
+
+TINGLE, TANGLE TITMOUSE
+
+     "Come hither, little puppy-dog,
+       I'll give you a new collar,
+     If you will learn to read your book,
+       And be a clever scholar."
+
+     "No! no!" replied the puppy-dog,
+       "I've other fish to fry;
+     For I must learn to guard your house,
+       And bark when thieves come nigh."
+
+         With a tingle, tangle titmouse,
+           Robin knows great A,
+         And B, and C, and D, and E,
+           F, G, H, I, J, K.
+
+     "Come hither, pretty cockatoo,
+       Come and learn your letters;
+     And you shall have a knife and fork
+       To eat with, like your betters."
+
+     "No! no!" the cockatoo replied,
+       "My beak will do as well;
+     I'd rather eat my victuals thus
+       Than go and learn to spell."
+
+        With a tingle, tangle titmouse,
+           Robin knows great A,
+         And B, and C, and D, and E,
+           F, G, H, I, J, K.
+
+     "Come hither, little pussy-cat,
+       If you'll your grammar study,
+     I'll give you silver clogs to wear,
+       Whene'er the gutter's muddy."
+
+     "No! whilst I grammar learn," says puss,
+       "Your house will in a trice
+     Be overrun from top to toe
+       With flocks of rats and mice."
+
+         With a tingle, tangle titmouse,
+           Robin knows great A,
+         And B, and C, and D, and E,
+           F, G, H, I, J, K.
+
+     "Come hither, then, good little boy,
+       And learn your alphabet,
+     And you a pair of boots and spurs,
+       Like your papa's, shall get."
+
+     "Oh, yes! I'll learn my alphabet,
+       And when I've learned to read,
+     Perhaps papa will give me, too,
+       A pretty, long-tailed steed."
+
+         With a tingle, tangle titmouse,
+           Robin knows great A,
+         And B, and C, and D, and E,
+           F, G, H, I, J, K.
+
+
+AN ENGLISH ALPHABET
+
+           Ale,
+A is for   Apple,
+           Artichoke,
+           and Ann;
+
+           Brown Bear,
+B is for   Black Bear,
+           and Bran;
+
+           Chestnut,
+C is for   Clay,
+           Coke, and
+           Coal,
+
+           Dear,
+D is for   Dray,
+           Dick,
+           Duck, and
+           Droll,
+
+           Eve,
+E is for   Eagle,
+           Eel,
+           East, and
+           Ear;
+
+           Fan,
+F is for   Feather,
+           Furrow,
+           Fox, and
+           Fear;
+
+           Goose,
+G is for   Gander,
+           Green,
+           Grub, and
+           Gray;
+
+           Horse,
+H is for   Hound,
+           Hip,
+           Haw, and
+           Hay;
+
+           Ice,
+I is for   Idler,
+           Ink,
+           If, and
+           Ill;
+
+           James,
+J is for   Jane, for
+           Jack, and
+           Jill;
+
+           Kiss,
+K is for   Kitten,
+           King,
+           Kitchen,
+           and Kite;
+
+           Lamb,
+L is for   Lady,
+           Lace,
+           Luck, and
+           Light;
+
+           Moon,
+M is for   Mitten,
+           Mist,
+           Moth, and
+           Mote;
+
+           Ned,
+N is for   Nurse, for
+           Nose,
+           Nut, and
+           Note;
+
+           Oil,
+O is for   Order,
+           Oat,
+           Orange,
+           Oak;
+
+           Pin,
+P is for   Pan, and
+           Pig in a
+           Poke;
+
+           Queen,
+Q is for   Question,
+           Quarter, and
+           Quack;
+
+           Reel,
+R is for   Radish,
+           Ruff,
+           Reeve, and
+           Rack;
+
+           Skate,
+S is for   Salmon,
+           Sprat,
+           Saw, and
+           School;
+
+           Tin,
+T is for   Teapot,
+           Tar,
+           Torch, and
+           Tool;
+
+           Urn,
+U is for   Usher,
+           Umpire, and
+           Use;
+
+           Vegetables,
+V is for   Varnish,
+           and Views;
+
+           Want,
+W is for   War,
+           Water, and
+           Wing;
+
+           Xenophon,
+X is for   and
+           Xerxes,
+           the King;
+
+           Yam,
+Y is for   Yacht,
+           Yellow, and
+           Yawl;
+
+           Zeal,
+Z is for   Zebra,
+           Zany--
+
+That's all!
+
+
+NONSENSE ALPHABET
+
+BY EDWARD LEAR
+
+     A was an ant
+       Who seldom stood still,
+     And who made a nice house
+       In the side of a hill.
+                   _a_
+             Nice little ant!
+
+     B was a book
+       With a binding of blue,
+     And pictures and stories
+       For me and for you.
+                   _b_
+            Nice little book!
+
+     C was a camel;
+       You rode on his hump;
+     And if you fell off,
+       You came down such a bump!
+                   _c_
+            What a high camel!
+
+     D was a duck
+       With spots on his back,
+     Who lived in the water,
+       And always said "Quack!"
+                   _d_
+            Dear little duck!
+
+     E was an elephant,
+       Stately and wise:
+     He had tusks and a trunk,
+       And two queer little eyes.
+                   _e_
+         Oh, what funny small eyes!
+
+     F was a fish
+       Who was caught in a net;
+     But he got out again,
+       And is quite alive yet.
+                   _f_
+             Lively young fish!
+
+     G was a goat
+       Who was spotted with brown;
+     When he did not lie still
+       He walked up and down.
+                   _g_
+             Good little goat!
+
+     H was a hat
+       Which was all on one side;
+     Its crown was too high,
+       And its brim was too wide.
+                   _h_
+             Oh, what a hat!
+
+     I was some ice
+     So white and so nice,
+       But which nobody tasted;
+       And so it was wasted.
+                   _i_
+             All that good ice!
+
+     J was a jackdaw
+       Who hopped up and down
+     In the principal street
+       Of a neighboring town.
+                   _j_
+            All through the town!
+
+     K was a kite
+     Which flew out of sight,
+       Above houses so high,
+       Quite into the sky.
+                  _k_
+             Fly away, kite!
+
+     L was a light
+     Which burned all the night,
+       And lighted the gloom
+       Of a very dark room.
+                   _l_
+             Useful nice light!
+
+     M was a man,
+       Who walked round and round;
+     And he wore a long coat
+       That came down to the ground.
+                   _m_
+              Funny old man!
+
+     N was a net
+       Which was thrown in the sea
+     To catch fish for dinner
+       For you and for me.
+                   _n_
+             Nice little net!
+
+     O was an orange
+       So yellow and round;
+     When it fell off the tree,
+       It fell down to the ground.
+                   _o_
+           Down to the ground!
+
+     P was a pig,
+     Who was not very big,
+       But his tail was too curly,
+       And that made him surly.
+                   _p_
+             Cross little pig!
+
+     Q was a quail
+     With a very short tail;
+       And he fed upon corn
+       In the evening and morn.
+                   _q_
+            Quaint little quail!
+
+     R was a rabbit,
+     Who had a bad habit
+      Of eating the flowers
+      In gardens and bowers.
+                   _r_
+            Naughty fat rabbit!
+
+     S was the sugar-tongs,
+       Nippity-nee,
+     To take up the sugar
+       To put in our tea.
+                   _s_
+               Nippity-nee!
+
+     T was a tortoise,
+       All yellow and black:
+     He walked slowly away,
+       And he never came back.
+                   _t_
+          Torty never came back!
+
+     U was an urn
+       All polished and bright,
+     And full of hot water
+       At noon and at night.
+                   _u_
+              Useful old urn!
+
+     V was a veil
+       With a border upon it,
+     And a ribbon to tie it
+       All round a pink bonnet.
+                   _v_
+            Pretty green veil!
+
+     W was a whale
+     With a very long tail,
+       Whose movements were frantic
+       Across the Atlantic.
+                   _w_
+            Monstrous old whale!
+
+     X was King Xerxes,
+     Who, more than all Turks, is
+       Renowned for his fashion
+       Of fury and passion.
+                   _x_
+             Angry old Xerxes.
+
+     Y was a yew,
+     Which flourished and grew
+       By a quiet abode
+       Near the side of a road.
+                   _y_
+             Dark little yew!
+
+     Z was a zebra,
+       All striped white and black;
+     And if he were tame,
+       You might ride on his back.
+                   _z_
+           Pretty striped zebra!
+
+
+PAST HISTORY
+
+BY EDWARD LEAR
+
+           _a_
+     A was once an apple-pie,
+         Pidy,
+         Widy,
+         Tidy,
+         Pidy,
+       Nice insidy,
+       Apple-pie!
+
+           _b_
+     B was once a little bear,
+         Beary,
+         Wary,
+         Hairy,
+         Beary,
+       Take cary,
+       Little bear!
+
+           _c_
+     C was once a little cake,
+         Caky,
+         Baky,
+         Maky,
+         Caky,
+       Taky caky,
+       Little cake!
+
+           _d_
+     D was once a little doll,
+         Dolly,
+         Molly,
+         Polly,
+         Nolly,
+       Nursy dolly,
+       Little doll!
+
+           _e_
+     E was once a little eel,
+         Eely,
+         Weely,
+         Peely,
+         Eely,
+       Twirly, tweely,
+       Little eel!
+
+           _f_
+     F was once a little fish,
+         Fishy,
+         Wishy,
+         Squishy,
+         Fishy,
+       In a dishy,
+       Little fish!
+
+           _g_
+     G was once a little goose,
+         Goosey,
+         Moosy,
+         Boosey,
+         Goosey,
+       Waddly-woosy,
+       Little goose!
+
+           _h_
+     H was once a little hen,
+         Henny,
+         Chenny,
+         Tenny,
+         Henny,
+       Eggsy-any,
+       Little hen?
+
+           _i_
+     I was once a bottle of ink,
+         Inky,
+         Dinky,
+         Thinky,
+         Inky,
+       Black minky,
+       Bottle of ink!
+
+           _j_
+     J was once a jar of jam,
+         Jammy,
+         Mammy,
+         Clammy,
+         Jammy,
+       Sweety, swammy,
+       Jar of jam!
+
+           _k_
+     K was once a little kite,
+         Kity,
+         Whity,
+         Flighty,
+         Kity,
+       Out of sighty,
+       Little kite!
+
+           _l_
+     L was once a little lark,
+         Larky,
+         Marky,
+         Harky,
+         Larky,
+       In the parky,
+       Little lark!
+
+           _m_
+     M was once a little mouse,
+         Mousy,
+         Bousy,
+         Sousy,
+         Mousy,
+       In the housy,
+       Little mouse!
+
+           _n_
+     N was once a little needle,
+         Needly,
+         Tweedly,
+         Threedly,
+         Needly,
+       Wisky, wheedly,
+       Little needle!
+
+           _o_
+     O was once a little owl,
+         Owly,
+         Prowly,
+         Howly,
+         Owly,
+       Browny fowly,
+       Little owl!
+
+           _p_
+     P was once a little pump,
+         Pumpy,
+         Slumpy,
+         Flumpy,
+         Pumpy,
+       Dumpy, thumpy,
+       Little pump!
+
+           _q_
+     Q was once a little quail,
+         Quaily,
+         Faily,
+         Daily,
+         Quaily,
+       Stumpy-taily,
+       Little quail!
+
+           _r_
+     R was once a little rose,
+         Rosy,
+         Posy,
+         Nosy,
+         Rosy,
+       Blows-y, grows-y,
+       Little rose!
+
+           _s_
+     S was once a little shrimp,
+         Shrimpy,
+         Nimpy,
+         Flimpy,
+         Shrimpy,
+       Jumpy, jimpy,
+       Little shrimp!
+
+           _t_
+     T was once a little thrush,
+         Thrushy,
+         Hushy,
+         Bushy,
+         Thrushy,
+       Flitty, flushy,
+       Little thrush!
+
+           _u_
+     U was once a little urn,
+         Urny,
+         Burny,
+         Turny,
+         Urny,
+       Bubbly, burny,
+       Little urn!
+
+           _v_
+     V was once a little vine,
+         Viny,
+         Winy,
+         Twiny,
+         Viny,
+       Twisty-twiny,
+       Little vine!
+
+           _w_
+     W was once a whale,
+         Whaly,
+         Scaly,
+         Shaly,
+         Whaly,
+       Tumbly-taily,
+       Mighty whale!
+
+           _x_
+     X was once a great king Xerxes,
+         Xerxy,
+         Perxy,
+         Turxy,
+         Xerxy,
+       Linxy, lurxy,
+       Great King Xerxes!
+
+           _y_
+     Y was once a little yew
+         Yewdy,
+         Fewdy,
+         Crudy,
+         Yewdy,
+       Growdy, grewdy,
+       Little yew!
+
+           _z_
+     Z was once a piece of zinc,
+         Tinky,
+         Winky,
+         Blinky,
+         Tinky,
+       Tinkly minky,
+       Piece of zinc!
+
+
+THE APPLE PIE
+
+     A was an apple pie,
+     B bit it;
+     C cut it;
+     D dealt it;
+     E ate it;
+     F fought for it;
+     G got it;
+     H had it;
+     I inquired about it;
+     J joined it;
+     K kept it;
+     L longed for it;
+     M mourned for it;
+     N nodded at it;
+     O opened it;
+     P peeped in it;
+     Q quartered it;
+     R ran for it;
+     S stole it;
+     T took it;
+     U upset it;
+     V viewed it;
+     W wanted it;
+     X, Y, Z, and amper-sand,
+     All hoped for a piece in hand.
+
+
+WHO'S WHO IN THE ZOO?
+
+BY CAROLYN WELLS.
+
+     A is for the Antelope,
+       A beast that I have never met;
+     They say he jumps the skipping-rope
+       And makes a charming household pet.
+
+         Well, as to that I cannot say;
+         But A is for him, anyway.
+
+
+     B stands for Bajjerkeit; maybe
+     You've never chanced this beast to see;
+     So I'll describe him to you. Well,
+     There isn't very much to tell.
+     One day I idly chanced to look
+     Within a Natural History book,
+     And there I saw his funny name,
+     And thought I'd hand him down to fame.
+
+     C is for Codfish. He must be
+     The saltest fish that swims the sea.
+            And, oh!
+         He has a secret woe!
+     You see, he thinks it's all his fault
+     The ocean is so very salt!
+                 And so,
+         In hopeless grief and woe,
+     The Codfish has, for many years,
+     Shed quarts of salty, briny tears!
+                 And, oh!
+         His tears still flow--
+         So great his grief and woe!
+
+     D stands for Dodo. He's a bird
+       That isn't known to many;
+     And this the reason, I have heard--
+       Because there aren't any!
+     The Dodo, who once blithely blinked,
+     Is now exceedingly extinct,
+     And doesn't it seem rather nice
+     To think that D stands for him twice?
+
+     [Illustration: MARY MARY! QUITE CONTRARY.]
+
+     E is for Elephant. I know
+       He isn't natty, trim, or trig;
+     His eyes are rather small, and, oh,
+       I fear his ears are far too big!
+     But there's a well-attested rumor
+     That he has quite a sense of humor;
+     So crack a joke whene'er you meet
+     An Elephant upon the street.
+
+     F is Flamingo. All please note
+       His wondrous height and girth;
+     He has the longest legs and throat
+       Of anything on earth.
+     Such throats are trying, are they not?
+       In case one catches cold;
+     Ah, yes! but just think what a lot
+       His Christmas stockings hold!
+
+     G stands for Gnu. Of course that's right, but then,
+     It seems as if it _should_ begin with N.
+     I could select some other beast as well--
+     Say, Goose or Grampus, Gadfly or Gazelle;
+     But seems to me the Gnu is more attractive,
+     He is so merry, frivolous, and active.
+
+     H is for Hippopotamus.
+       If you desire a pet,
+     He is, it really seems to us,
+       The best that you can get.
+     Train him to follow at your heels
+       Whene'er you walk abroad,
+     And note with what delighted squeals
+       The lookers-on applaud!
+
+     I is for Ibex. This fine creature
+     Is favored well in form and feature.
+     And I is for Ichneumon, too--
+     But what is that to me or you?
+     But Ibex answers just as well,
+     And isn't near so hard to spell.
+
+     J stands for Jay. This little fellow
+       Is blue. Sometimes I think
+     I'd like him better were he yellow,
+       Or even reddish pink.
+     I know, of course, it is absurd
+     To mind the color of a bird;
+     And, now I think of it, I've seen
+     Some Jays that were exceeding green.
+
+     K stands for Kangaroo. I've looked all round:
+     A better beast for K cannot be found.
+     The Kangaroo can hop and hop and hop;
+     Somehow he never seems to want to stop.
+     What more could one desire of him, I pray,
+     Than just to hop around and stand for K?
+
+     L is for Leopard. Do you know
+       He's very, very vain?
+     And sometimes quite dejectedly
+       He mopes along the plain.
+     At these sad times the Leopard's heart
+       Is filled with angry passion,
+     Because his spots are out of date,
+       And Zebra stripes in fashion!
+     But other years, when fashion-books
+       Say spots are all the style,
+     The Leopard proudly stalks abroad
+       With most complacent smile.
+
+     M is for Microbe. This bad beast
+       Is very, very small;
+     Some people say--or think, at least--
+       He isn't there at all!
+     He's smaller than the mitiest mite;
+     The only way he comes in sight
+     Is when he's pictured in a book,
+     Or through a microbescope you look.
+
+     N is for Nautilus, and he's
+       A pirate, bold and gay;
+     He dashes madly through the seas,
+       A-searching of his prey.
+     He's just a sort of silvery mass,
+       All spotted blue and pink;
+     And with his eye, which looks like glass,
+       He winks a wicked wink.
+
+     O stands for the obsequious Ounce,
+       Who weighs full many a pound;
+     At you he playfully would bounce,
+       If you were walking round.
+     Approach him and the Ounce you'll see
+       Spring like a catapult;
+     Just try it once, and you will be
+       Surprised at the result.
+
+     P stands for Puma. His sleek paws
+       Go softly pit-a-pat;
+     His teeth are sharp, and sharp his claws;
+       He's just a great big cat.
+     There were some Pumas in the ark;
+     There are some also in the park:
+     But, strange to say, in Montezuma
+     They do not raise a single Puma!
+
+     Q stands for Quagga. We've been taught
+       Nothing was ever made in vain;
+     But even after serious thought
+       The Quagga's use is not quite plain.
+     Though, stay!--ah, yes! at last I see
+     Why the queer Quagga has to be:
+     Were there no Quaggas, how would you
+     Find any beast to stand for Q?
+
+     R's for Rhinoceros. You see
+       His clothing does not fit;
+     Yet so indifferent is he,
+       He doesn't care a bit.
+     Although it does not seem to us
+     The unconcerned Rhinoceros
+     Has any claim to wit or grace,
+     We must admire his earnest face.
+
+     S stands for Sponge. You'd scarce suppose
+       This could be called a creature;
+     It hasn't any eyes or nose--
+       Indeed, it has no feature.
+     And, though this may cause some surprise,
+       The mermaids, I dare say,
+     Will set a Sponge at night to rise,
+       And make sponge-cake next day.
+
+     T stands for Tiger. In the south
+       He roams his native heath.
+     He has a wide, capacious mouth,
+       And long and glistening teeth.
+     'Tis not worth while your time to spend
+     To cultivate him as a friend;
+     But to your house, so warm and snug,
+     Invite the Tiger as a rug.
+
+     U is for the Unicorn,
+       The dearest little thing;
+     Though he has but a single horn,
+       And not a single wing.
+     A Unicorn of any age
+       Is nicer, so I've heard,
+     To keep within a gilded cage
+       Than a canary-bird.
+
+     V is for Vervet. From his name
+       You'd be inclined to think
+     This creature rather mild and tame,
+       In color somewhat pink.
+     But not at all; the Vervet's green,
+       And very cross and spunky;
+     In fact, it's plainly to be seen
+       The Vervet's just a monkey!
+
+     W is for Whale. He's in
+       The oceans, north and south.
+     He doesn't have a dimpled chin,
+       Nor yet a rosebud mouth.
+     Yet he is very fond of fun,
+     And has wide smiles for every one.
+
+     X stands for Xiphias; he's a fish.
+     If you a Xiphias should wish,
+     Don't let him roam around the grass,
+     But keep him in a globe of glass.
+     His name, as everybody knows,
+     Is _Xiphias Gladius_. I suppose
+     That means the Xiphias is glad
+     Because he wasn't born a Shad.
+
+     Y is for Yak,
+       Who is not very tidy;
+     And he's lazy, alack!
+       He sleeps all day Friday.
+     About a yard wide
+       The Yak is, precisely;
+     With fringe on each side
+       He's trimmed very nicely.
+
+     Z stands for Zibet. I've been told
+     This beast was much esteemed of old;
+     But, latterly, most people think
+     They'd rather have a moose or mink.
+     In a museum that's in Tibet
+     They have one stuffed--he's an Ex-Zibet!
+
+
+A WAS AN ARCHER
+
+     A was an Archer, who shot at a frog;
+     B was a Butcher, and had a great dog.
+
+     C was a Captain, all covered with lace;
+     D was a drunkard, and had a red face.
+
+     E was an Esquire, with pride on his brow;
+     F was a Farmer, and followed the plough.
+
+     G was a gamester, who had but ill-luck;
+     H was a Hunter, who hunted a buck.
+
+     I was an Innkeeper, who loved to carouse;
+     J was a Joiner, and built up a house.
+
+     K is the King, who governs England;
+     L was a Lady, who had a white hand.
+
+     M was a Miser, and hoarded up gold;
+     N was a Nobleman, gallant and bold.
+
+     O was an Oyster-Girl, who went about town;
+     P was a Parson, and wore a black gown.
+
+     Q was a Queen, who wore a silk slip;
+     R was a Robber, and wanted a whip.
+
+     S was a Sailor, and spent all he got;
+     T was a Tinker, and mended a pot.
+
+     U was an Usurer, a miserable elf;
+     V was a Vintner, who drank all himself.
+
+     W was a Watchman, and guarded the door;
+     X was expensive, and so became poor.
+
+     Y was a Youth, that did not love school;
+     Z was a Zany, a poor harmless fool.
+
+
+A LITTLE FOLKS' ALPHABET
+
+BY CAROLYN WELLS
+
+     Affable Andy
+     Ate sugar candy.
+
+     Boisterous Ben
+     Shot at a hen.
+
+     Careless Corinne
+     Lost her gold pin.
+
+     Dear little Davy
+     Liked chicken gravy.
+
+     Elegant Ed
+     Had a new sled.
+
+     Fair little Fanny
+     Wrote to her Granny.
+
+     Gay little Guy
+     Thought he could fly.
+
+     Helen and Hugh
+     Called the sky blue.
+
+     Ignorant Ike
+     Fell off his bike.
+
+     Jaunty young Jack
+     Stepped on a tack.
+
+     Kind little Kay
+     Gave things away.
+
+     Lovable Lenny
+     Lost his new penny.
+
+     Merry young Mac
+     Rode in a hack.
+
+     Nice little Nettie
+     Never was fretty.
+
+     Opulent Ollie
+     Rode on the trolley.
+
+     Popular Polly
+     Made pies so jolly.
+
+     Queer little Queen
+     Always wore green.
+
+     Rollicking Rory
+     Read a long story.
+
+     Sturdy St. Clair
+     Marched everywhere.
+
+     Tommy and Teddy
+     Climbed straight and steady.
+
+     Unsocial Una
+     Gazed up at Luna.
+
+     Vigorous Vinton
+     Always was "sprintin'."
+
+     Whimsical Winnie
+     Started for Guinea.
+
+     Xenophon Bump
+     Tried a high jump.
+
+     Yellow-haired Yorick
+     Made leaps historic.
+
+     Zealous young Zed
+     Stood on his head.
+
+     Ampersand held a book in his hand.
+
+
+CHILD HEALTH ALPHABET[P]
+
+BY MRS. FREDERICK PETERSON
+
+     A is for _Apples_
+       and also for _Air_;
+     Children need both
+       and we have them to spare.
+
+     B is for _Butter_ spread
+       thick on _Brown Bread_,
+     Also for _Baths_
+       before Breakfast or Bed.
+
+     C is for _Cereals_
+       and _Cocoa_ too;
+     Consider the _Calories_
+       coming to You.
+
+     D is for _Dates_,
+       the kind that You eat,
+     Deliciously sweet
+       and far cheaper than Meat.
+
+     E is the Excellent
+       Edible _Egg_,
+     One daily at least,
+       dear Children, we beg.
+
+     F is for _Fruits_, whether
+       fresh, dried or stewed;
+     Dried, at the Grocer's,
+       you'll buy them, if shrewd.
+
+     G is for _Gaining_,
+       as every Child could,
+     A half pound a Month
+       is the least that he should.
+
+     H is for _Height_,
+       be as tall as you can,
+     Weight up to _Height_
+       makes a healthy strong Man.
+
+     I is for _Iron_
+       in Spinach and Eggs,
+     Builds Red Blood and Sinews
+       for strong Arms and Legs.
+
+     J is for _Jam_
+       and also for _Joy_,
+     Which spread on his Bread
+       it brings to a Boy.
+
+     K is for _Kitchen_
+      so spick and so span,
+     We all like our Food
+      from a shining clean Pan.
+
+     L is for _Luncheon_
+       served hot in the School;
+     We wish all the Teachers
+       could follow this Rule.
+
+     M is for _Milk_ which
+      makes _Muscle_ and Bone;
+     One pint a day
+       would be best till you're grown.
+
+     N is for _News_
+       of habits you need,
+     To grow up so healthy
+       you're bound to succeed.
+
+     O is for _Oatmeal_,
+       the finest of Food;
+     With Milk for your Breakfast
+       there's nothing so good.
+
+     P is for _Prunes_,
+       _Potatoes_ and _Peas_,
+     And _Patriots_ who will
+       be glad to eat these.
+
+     Q is for _Quiet_,
+       we frequently need;
+     After Meals don't run
+       at the top of your speed.
+
+     R is for _Rest_
+       and _Round Rosy Faces_;
+     _Rest_ is a thing
+       which nothing replaces.
+
+     S is important
+       and therefore I hope
+     You'll pardon my specially
+       mentioning _Soap_.
+
+     T is a _Topic_
+       which _Trouble_ begins;
+     Both _Tea_ and Coffee
+       for Children are Sins.
+
+     U _Understanding_
+       the best way to live,
+     _United_ for Service
+       our Country to give.
+
+     V is for _Vegetables_;
+       if you're too slim,
+     These _Victuals_ are full
+       of _Vigor_ and _Vim_.
+
+     W is for _Water_,
+       the best thing to drink
+     Between Meals
+       as often as ever we think.
+
+     X is for _Xtras_
+       of Soup or of Milk
+     For a thin little Girl
+       till she's finer than Silk.
+
+     Y is for _You_,
+       and I tell you the Truth,
+     Learn to be Healthy
+       and Strong in your _Youth_.
+
+     Now march for it, Children,
+       with Drum and with Fife.
+     Z is the _Zest_
+       which Health gives to Life.
+
+  [P] Used by permission of the author and of the publishers, The Child
+  Health Organization.
+
+
+HERE'S A, B, C, D
+
+     Here's A, B, C, D,
+     E, F and G,
+     H, I, J, K,
+     L, M, N, O, P,
+     Q, R, S, T,
+     U, V, W,
+     X, Y, and Z,
+     And oh, dear me,
+     When shall I learn
+     My A, B, C.
+
+
+OUR STORIES
+
+     A is Aladdin
+     B is Little Boy Blue
+     C is Cinderella
+     D is A Year with Dolly
+     E is Echo and Narcissus
+     F is The Fisherman and his Wife
+     G is The Gingerbread Boy
+     H is The House that Jack Built
+     I is Indian Legends
+     J is The Jackal and the Lion
+     K is The King of the Golden River
+     L is The Lion and the Mouse
+     M is Mary and her Lamb
+     N is Naughty Peter
+     O is Old Mother Hubbard
+     P is Prince Cherry
+     Q is Quaint Stories for Children
+     R is Little Red Hen
+     S is Simple Simon
+     T is Tiny Hare and the Red Fire
+     U is Una and the Lion
+     V is Viggo and Beate
+     W is The Wake-up Story
+       At the last you will see
+     X, Y and Z.
+
+
+
+***END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK BOYS AND GIRLS BOOKSHELF; A
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