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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Five Little Friends + +Author: Sherred Willcox Adams + Maud and Miska Petersham + +Release Date: May 17, 2008 [EBook #25497] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK FIVE LITTLE FRIENDS *** + + + + +Produced by Jason Isbell, Emmy and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + + + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 288px;"> +<img src="images/cover.jpg" width="288" height="400" alt="Cover" title="Cover" /> +<span class="caption">Cover</span> +</div> + + +<h1>FIVE LITTLE FRIENDS</h1> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 196px;"> +<img src="images/title.jpg" width="196" height="200" alt="Pony" title="Pony" /> +<span class="caption">Pony</span> +</div> + +<h3>BY</h3> + +<h2>SHERRED WILLCOX ADAMS</h2> + +<div class='center'><br /><br /><i>ILLUSTRATED BY</i><br /> + +MAUD AND MISKA PETERSHAM<br /> +<br /><br /><br /> +<b>New York</b><br /> + +THE MACMILLAN COMPANY<br /> + +1922<br /> + +<i><small>All rights reserved</small></i></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class='center'><small><span class="smcap">Copyright</span>, 1922,</small><br /> + +<small><span class="smcap">By</span> THE MACMILLAN COMPANY.</small><br /> + +—————————<br /> + +<small>Set up and electrotyped. Published December, 1922.</small><br /> +<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> +<small>Printed in the United States of America.</small></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CONTENTS</h2> + + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" summary="Contents"> +<tr><td align='left'> </td><td align='right'><span class="smcap">Page</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Five Little Friends at School</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_1">1</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Five Little Friends in Vacation</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_53">53</a></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 291px;"> +<img src="images/i001.jpg" width="291" height="400" alt="THE GOLDFISH" title="THE GOLDFISH" /> +<span class="caption">THE GOLDFISH</span> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[1]</a></span></p> + +<h2>THE FIVE LITTLE FRIENDS<br /> +AT SCHOOL</h2> + + +<p>Bob and Betty, Paul and Peggy +and little Dot are five little friends. +They go to the same school. Many +other children go to the school too, +but these five little friends are the +ones this story is about.</p> + +<p>Bob is the tall boy in the brown +suit. Betty is the girl in the +checked dress. Paul is the boy +with the white blouse. Peggy is +the girl with curls. Little Dot is +the tiny child with bobbed hair.</p> + +<p>Bob and Betty, Paul and Peggy<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[2]</a></span> +and little Dot have a very fine +teacher. She is called Miss West. +Many other children are in Miss +West's room too. But the five little +friends are the ones this story is +about.</p> + +<p>One morning when the children +came to school Miss West had a +surprise for them. On her desk +was something large and round. It +was all covered with paper.</p> + +<p>"Guess what this is, children," +said Miss West.</p> + +<p>"It is a balloon," said Bob.</p> + +<p>"I think it is a football," said +Paul.</p> + +<p>"No, no, you are both wrong,"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[3]</a></span> +said Miss West. She took the +paper off. What do you think it +was?</p> + +<p>It was a big glass bowl. In it +were six goldfish. They were +swimming about in the water.</p> + +<p>"Little folks," said Miss West, +"these are our school pets. We +must feed them and give them +fresh water. Then they will live a +long time and we can have fun +watching them."</p> + +<p>The children stood around the +bowl. They watched the fish swim +and float. They laughed when one +fish chased another round and +round the bowl. He looked very<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[4]</a></span> +funny with his big mouth wide +open.</p> + +<p>Soon Miss West showed the children +how to feed the fish. After +that they took turns in caring for +them. Paul and Peggy had the +first turn. Next Bob and Betty +had their turn. After that little +Dot took care of the fish all by +herself. The other children had +turns too. But this story is +about the five little children +whose names you know.</p> + +<p>One day Miss West said to the +children, "How many of you little +girls and boys have pets of your +own?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[5]</a></span></p> + +<p>A great many hands were raised.</p> + +<p>"I have!" said Bob.</p> + +<p>"I have!" said Paul.</p> + +<p>"I have," "I have," "I have," +said Betty and Peggy and little +Dot.</p> + +<p>"I have thought of a fine plan," +said Miss West. "Each day one +child may tell the other children +about his pet."</p> + +<p>"What fun!" said Betty; and all +the other children thought, "What +fun that will be!"</p> + +<p>"Who will have the first turn?" +asked Bob.</p> + +<p>"We will play a game to see," +said Miss West.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[6]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/i002.jpg" width="400" height="314" alt="Peggy drew out a slip" title="Peggy drew out a slip" /> +</div> + +<p>So Miss West wrote the names of +all the children on slips of paper +Then she put all the slips in Paul's +cap. Next she blindfolded Peggy. +Peggy put her hand in the cap and +drew out a slip. What name do<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</a></span> +you think was on this slip? The +name was <i>Dot</i>.</p> + +<p>So the next day little Dot told +about her pet. This is what she +said:</p> + +<p>"My pet is a white cat. Her +name is Snowball. She is as white +as snow. When she curls up in +front of the fire she is round like a +ball.</p> + +<p>"One day my daddy could not +find his hat. He looked and looked +and looked for it. At last he found +it in a dark corner under the stairs.</p> + +<p>"There was something in the hat. +First Daddy saw two bright eyes. +Then he saw Snowball all curled up<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</a></span> +in the hat. By her side were two +little baby kittens. They were just +like their mother. We named +them Fluff and Muff. Now we +have a happy cat family.</p> + +<p>"Daddy never got his hat back. +At first the kittens slept in it. Now +Fluff and Muff are so big they +sleep in a box. But they like +Daddy's hat to play with. Fluff +gets on one side and Muff on the +other. Then they pull and pull. +Daddy's hat is almost worn out +now."</p> + +<p>The children liked little Dot's +story very much. They laughed +when they thought of Fluff on one<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</a></span> +side and Muff on the other and +Daddy's hat in the middle.</p> + +<p>The next day Betty was blindfolded. +She put her hand in the +cap and drew a slip. This time +<i>Paul</i> was written on the slip. So it +was Paul's turn to tell about his +pet. This is what he said:</p> + +<p>"My pet is a big collie dog. His +name is Hero. When my mother +goes to market she takes Hero with +her. He trots by her side and +carries a basket in his mouth.</p> + +<p>"Sometimes my mother sends +Hero home with the meat and +bread for dinner. He goes right +along. He does not stop or look<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</a></span> +around. When he comes to our +house he sets the basket down. +Then he watches it until Mother +comes. If anyone calls, 'Here, +Hero,' he pricks up his ears, but he +will not move from his place.</p> + +<p>"One day I tried to coax him +away with a big bone. I know the +bone looked and smelled good to +Hero. He sniffed the air and +looked at the bone with hungry +brown eyes, but he never moved +from the basket.</p> + +<p>"Last summer we went to the +seashore. We took Hero with us. +One day I was on the beach, playing +in the sand. Hero was lying<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span> +asleep in the sun. I was making a +sand fort and my back was toward +the sea.</p> + +<p>"Suddenly a big wave dashed in +and knocked me down. Then +another big wave came and carried +me out into the water. As I did +not know how to swim, I was very +much frightened. I tried to call +out, but my mouth was full of sea +water. I could make only a little +frightened sound; but Hero heard +me. What do you think he did? +He jumped into the water and +swam out to me. <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</a></span>I was too nearly +drowned to catch hold of him. +So he took my clothes in his mouth<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></span> +and began to swim with me to +the shore.</p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 288px;"> +<img src="images/i003.jpg" width="288" height="400" alt="THE RESCUE" title="THE RESCUE" /> +<span class="caption">THE RESCUE</span> +</div> + +<p>"I was heavy, and Hero was +almost worn out before he got +there. But he never once let go. +He kept right on until he dropped +me on dry land. Then he lay panting +on the sand.</p> + +<p>"Just then Mother came to +see where I was. When she saw +what had happened she hugged me +hard. Then she hugged Hero hard +too. The next day she bought +Hero a new collar with his name +on it in big letters—HERO. That +night Hero had a big bone with lots +of meat on it for his supper."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</a></span></p> + +<p>The children enjoyed Paul's story +as much as they had Dot's. They +thought Hero was a fine name for +such a brave dog. They said Paul +was a lucky boy to have a pet like +that.</p> + +<p>On another day little Dot was +blindfolded. The slip of paper she +drew had this name on it—<i>Betty</i>. +So it was Betty's turn to tell about +her pet. This is what she told:</p> + +<p>"My pet is a pigeon. He is not +just a common pigeon like the ones +on the church roof. He is a carrier +pigeon. My Uncle Fred brought +him from France. He calls him the +living airplane. Can you tell why?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span></p> + +<p>"He is named Arrow. In France +Arrow used to carry messages to +the soldiers. These messages were +written on tiny slips of paper and +tied around Arrow's neck.</p> + +<p>"When Uncle Fred came home he +taught Arrow to go from my grandmother's +house to our house and +straight back again. It was a ten +mile trip.</p> + +<p>"This is the way Uncle Fred did +it. Almost every day he would +feed Arrow at both places. It was +easy for him to do this as he used +to ride over to our house a great +deal. When he took Arrow away +from one place he would leave some<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span> +grain there. Arrow knew this. So +when he was let loose he would fly +straight to the grain. He never +seemed to lose his way or stop in +the wrong place.</p> + +<p>"On Valentine's Day, Uncle Fred +wanted to surprise me. He turned +Arrow loose at Grandmother's +house with something tied around +his neck by a ribbon. Uncle Fred +did not tell anyone what it was.</p> + +<p>"Arrow flew straight to our +house. When I saw him I ran out +to his feeding place. I spied the +ribbon and untied it. I found a +tiny gold heart with my name on it. +I liked this Valentine best of all."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 300px;"> +<img src="images/i004.jpg" width="300" height="300" alt="Betty and Arrow" title="Betty and Arrow" /> +</div> + +<p>The boys and girls in the class +enjoyed the story of Arrow. They +liked it so much that Betty said she +would ask Uncle Fred to come to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span> +school and tell about what Arrow +did in France.</p> + +<p>Another day when one of the +pupils was blindfolded and drew a +slip of paper, the name on the slip +was <i>Bob</i>. So at last it was Bob's +turn. This is the story Bob told:</p> + +<p>"My pet is a pony named +Dandy. Grandfather bought him +for me. He got him from a man +who had a pony show. This man +had taught Dandy many tricks.</p> + +<p>"When I say, 'Dandy, how old +are you?' Dandy lifts his right +front foot and brings it down three +times. This is how he says that +he is three years old. When I say,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</a></span> +'Make a bow, Dandy,' he puts his +front feet out and bows his head +almost to the ground. His mane +hangs over his eyes and he looks +very funny.</p> + +<p>"Dandy can play 'Hide-and-Go-Seek' +too. This is the way he does +it. I take an ear of corn and show +it to him. Then I run and hide it. +I call, 'Come, Dandy, come.' He +comes and looks all around for the +corn. When he finds it, he takes +it in his mouth and trots around +and around with it. When I say, +'Bring it to me, Dandy,' he comes +to me with the ear of corn in his +mouth. But when I try to take<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span> +the corn, he shakes his head and +trots away again.</p> + +<p>"One day I tried to play 'Hide-and-Go-Seek' +with a handkerchief +instead of an ear of corn. Dandy +did not like it this way. He +looked at the handkerchief. Then +he sniffed at it. At last he shook +his head and turned away. He +seemed to say, 'A game like that +may be fun for a boy, but it isn't +fun for a pony. I am not going to +play.'"</p> + +<p>Everyone liked the story of +Dandy. Some of the children +asked to hear some more about +him. But Miss West said it was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span> +time for recess. So the children +went out into the school yard and +played "Pony" and "Hide-and-Go-Seek."</p> + +<p>Another day someone drew +Peggy's name on the slip of paper. +And this is what Peggy told:</p> + +<p>"My pet is a big green and red +parrot. She has a cage in the living +room. Mother calls her 'the +General' because she likes to give +orders. When we sit down Polly +calls out, 'Get busy! Get busy! +Get busy!' If we are too busy and +do not notice Polly she rolls over +on her back in the bottom of the +cage and cries, 'Come quick!<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span> +Come quick! Polly's sick! Polly's +sick!' In the evening we put a +cloth over Polly's cage to keep her +quiet. When the cloth is taken off +in the morning she begins to shout, +'Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!'</p> + +<p>"One evening we forgot to put +the cloth over Polly's cage. That +night, quite late, my big brother +went down into the living room to +find a book he had been reading. +When he turned on the light, Polly +thought it was day. She began to +scream, 'Wake up! Wake up! +Wake up!'</p> + +<p>"Everyone <i>did</i> wake up. At first +we were frightened. But when we<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span> +found out what had happened we +laughed and laughed. We laughed +more when we heard a voice croak, +'Come quick! Come quick! Polly's +sick! Polly's sick!'"</p> + +<p>The girls and boys all laughed at +the story of Polly. Paul wrote a +poem about her. This is what he +wrote:</p> + +<div class='poem'> +Upon my word,<br /> +Poll's a funny bird.<br /> +</div> + +<p>The children went around at +recess saying this. They said some +of Polly's speeches too.</p> + +<p>One day Miss West told the children +a true story that was very, +very sad. It was about a blind<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span> +man who sold papers. He had +owned a little dog that used to lead +him to his work and watch him all +day; but the little dog had died. +Now the poor man had no one to +lead him. So he could not sell his +papers.</p> + +<p>The children were very sorry for +him. They wanted to do something +to help.</p> + +<p>"Wouldn't it be fine," said Betty, +"if we could buy him another dog?"</p> + +<p>"But how can we get the +money?" said Paul.</p> + +<p>"We could give all our pennies, +but that wouldn't be enough," said +little Dot.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I know, I know!" cried Bob. +"Let's give a show and have our +pets for the show animals."</p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 222px;"> +<img src="images/i005.jpg" width="222" height="300" alt="Pet Show" title="Pet Show" /> +</div> + +<p>The children +thought +this was a +fine plan. +Miss West +thought so +too. She let +them plan +for the show.</p> + +<p>Then she +let them make tickets. Each child +made two tickets. They were like +the funny picture in the middle of +this page.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span></p> + +<p>Everyone who came had to pay +for a ticket. Even the children +who had pets in the show had to +pay.</p> + +<p>When the big children heard +about the Pet Show they bought +tickets too. Then they helped the +five little friends get ready for the +show.</p> + +<p>The school yard was the show +ground. The big boys made a gate +for the people to come through. +They made pens for all the animals. +Next they printed some big signs +to put on the pens. The signs +were like these only much, much +bigger.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 288px;"> +<img src="images/i006.jpg" width="288" height="300" alt="THE SIGNS WERE LIKE THESE ONLY MUCH, MUCH BIGGER" title="THE SIGNS WERE LIKE THESE ONLY MUCH, MUCH BIGGER" /> +<span class="caption">THE SIGNS WERE LIKE THESE ONLY MUCH, MUCH BIGGER</span> +</div><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span></p> + +<p>At last it was the day of the Pet +Show. Bob and Betty, Paul and +Peggy and little Dot came early +with their pets. Soon the other +children came too. There were big +children, and middle-sized children, +and little wee children.</p> + +<p>When they stopped at the gate +who do you think the ticket man +was? It was Hero with a basket +in his mouth. The children dropped +their tickets into the basket. They +patted Hero's shaggy head and +called him "Good dog" and "Brave +old fellow."</p> + +<p>He looked very kind but very, +very solemn.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 289px;"> +<img src="images/i007.jpg" width="289" height="400" alt="THEY DROPPED THEIR TICKETS INTO THE BASKET" title="THEY DROPPED THEIR TICKETS INTO THE BASKET" /> +<span class="caption">THEY DROPPED THEIR TICKETS INTO THE BASKET</span> +</div><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span></p> + +<p>They went to all the pens to see +the show pets. Dandy stood in his +pen. He looked very wise and very +plump and shaggy. He poked his +head out and let the children stroke +his mane.</p> + +<p>In Polly's pen nothing could be +seen but a big cage with a black +cover over it. Not one bright +feather showed. Not a single sound +came from the cage.</p> + +<p>Snowball and her kittens were +curled up in their box. They were +as quiet as mice. All three had +red and blue ribbons around their +necks.</p> + +<p>The pen with Arrow's name on it<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></span> +was empty. On the ground some +grain was scattered. By the grain +were three light gray feathers. But +no living airplane could be seen. +"Where can he be?" the children +asked.</p> + +<p>Just then Bob came out in front +of the children. He was dressed +like a real showman. He had on a +high hat and a long coat. "Ladies +and gentlemen," he said, in a funny +deep voice, "the big show is about +to begin. Will you please find seats +in the show tent?" The children +laughed and sat down on the +ground.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 283px;"> +<img src="images/i008.jpg" width="283" height="400" alt="HE WAS DRESSED LIKE A REAL SHOWMAN" title="HE WAS DRESSED LIKE A REAL SHOWMAN" /> +<span class="caption">HE WAS DRESSED LIKE A REAL SHOWMAN</span> +</div> + +<p>Bob went on talking like a showman.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></span> +"Ladies and gentlemen," he +said, "you are now to see Dandy, +the trick pony." When he had said +this, Bob went to the pen and +brought Dandy out.</p> + +<p>"Now Dandy," he said, "tell the +ladies and gentlemen how old you +are." Dandy lifted his right foot +and brought it down three times. +The children clapped their hands.</p> + +<p>"Make a bow to the ladies and +gentlemen, Dandy," said Showman +Bob. Dandy put his front feet out. +Then he bowed his head almost to +the ground. His mane fell over his +eyes and he looked very wise and +funny.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</a></span></p> + +<p>Next Bob took an ear of corn +from his pocket. He held it in +front of Dandy's nose. "Dandy, do +you see this?" he said. Dandy +nodded his head. His mane fell +over his eyes. He looked very +funny and full of mischief.</p> + +<p>"Now Dandy," said Showman +Bob, "shut your eyes." Dandy +winked and blinked. Then he shut +his eyes tight. "Keep your eyes +shut till I call 'Come,'" said Bob. +Then Bob started off with the ear +of corn.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a></span></p><div class="figright" style="width: 289px;"> +<img src="images/i009.jpg" width="289" height="400" alt="BOB HID THE EAR OF CORN BEHIND A BOX" title="BOB HID THE EAR OF CORN BEHIND A BOX" /> +<span class="caption">BOB HID THE EAR OF CORN BEHIND A BOX</span> +</div> + +<p>Dandy kept his eyes shut just +one little minute. Then he opened +them and began to peep. He<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</a></span> +peeped very slyly to see where Bob +was hiding the corn. The children +shouted with joy! Then Showman +Bob came back. The corn was +still in his hand. He pretended to +be angry. He made Dandy hide +his eyes once more.</p> + +<p>Again Dandy peeped slyly to see +where Bob was hiding the corn. At +last Showman Bob took little Dot's +hat and tied it over Dandy's eyes. +How the children did laugh! +Dandy looked so funny with a little +girl's hat on.</p> + +<p>Then Bob hid the ear of corn +behind a box. He called, "Come, +Dandy, come!" Dandy shook his<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</a></span> +head very hard. The hat rolled on +the ground. Then Dandy began +going round the show grounds. He +stopped and sniffed at everything. +"Oh see!" said Peggy, "Dandy is +looking with his nose!" Soon +Dandy sniffed at the box and found +the ear of corn.</p> + +<p>"Come, Dandy, come!" called +Showman Bob. Dandy came trotting +up with the ear of corn in his +mouth. But when Bob put out his +hand for the corn Dandy kicked +up his heels and away he went. +He ran round and round like a +pony in a circus.</p> + +<p>The children clapped their hands<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></span> +and shouted. Dandy went faster +and faster. It was very exciting. +At last Dandy stopped running. +Then Bob led him back to the pen. +There the little pony munched the +corn happily.</p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 300px;"> +<img src="images/i010.jpg" width="300" height="298" alt="General Polly" title="General Polly" /> +</div> + +<p>Next it was Peggy's turn to show +Polly. Showman Bob brought out +a table. Then he helped Peggy put +Polly's big cage on it. Peggy lifted +the black cloth. There was Polly! +She was the greenest, reddest, funniest +parrot you ever saw. She +winked her eyes, shook her feathers, +and called out, "Wake up! Wake +up! Wake up!" The children +laughed; but they did not get up.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</a></span> +So General Polly sang out, "Get +busy! Get busy! Get busy!" The +children soon knew what they must +"get busy" about. Polly began to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span> +say in her most coaxing voice, +"Polly wants a cracker! Poor Poll! +Pretty Poll! Poor Polly wants a +cracker!" This sounded so funny +that everybody laughed.</p> + +<p>Peggy had some crackers in her +pocket. She took them out and let +the children feed Polly. They +poked bits of cracker through the +wires of her cage. Polly was not +very polite. She pecked and +grabbed and talked to herself. But +everything she did was so funny +that the children enjoyed it.</p> + +<p>At last Polly had all the crackers +she wanted. Then she grew tired +and cross. She began to scream,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span> +"Bad boy! Go away! Go away! Go +away!" The children ran back to +their seats. General Polly was left +all alone.</p> + +<p>For a time she liked this. She +swung on her perch and made +queer noises to herself. Then she +grew tired. She threw herself on +the bottom of the cage and began +to moan, "Come quick! Come +quick! Polly's sick! Polly's sick!" +Then Peggy came with the black +cloth, and General Polly was taken +to her pen.</p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 292px;"> +<img src="images/i011.jpg" width="292" height="300" alt="Dot and her cat family" title="Dot and her cat family" /> +</div> + +<p>Next it was little Dot's turn to +show her cat family. She was too +shy to play showman as Bob had<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></span> +done. She just came out in front of +the children and stood there. Snowball +was in her arms and Fluff and +Muff were on her shoulders. She<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span> +put Snowball down. Then she gave +her shoulders a shake and Fluff and +Muff scrambled down to the ground.</p> + +<p>Next Dot took two red balls from +her pocket. Each ball had a long +rubber fastened to it. It would +bounce high without rolling away. +Dot put a ball near each kitten's +paws. Just as Fluff and Muff +sprang to get the balls, Dot pulled +the rubber. You never saw such +surprised kittens! They sat still +and looked with wide-open eyes. +These were queer balls indeed that +flew up into the air instead of +rolling on the floor. This was +something new and strange.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span></p> + +<p>The next time Dot bounced the +balls Fluff and Muff were ready. +Up they jumped, with their paws +raised, but the balls sprang out of +reach. "The kittens are trying to +be living airplanes, too," said +Paul.</p> + +<p>Next Dot went to the pen and +brought something back. She held +it up and said shyly, "This is +Daddy's hat. It used to be the +kittens' bed. Now it is their plaything."</p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 300px;"> +<img src="images/i012.jpg" width="300" height="300" alt="Fluff and Muff" title="Fluff and Muff" /> +</div> + +<p>When she had said this she threw +the hat on the ground. Quick as a +wink Fluff was on one side of it and +Muff was on the other. Then they<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</a></span> +began to paw and pull. Fluff pulled +one way. Muff pulled the other. +It was a real pulling match. Some +of the children cried, "I think<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</a></span> +that Fluff will win." Others cried, +"Hurrah for Muff."</p> + +<p>Just then a queer noise was +heard. Can you guess what it was? +It was the brim of Daddy's hat. It +had torn all the way around—<i>rip, +rip, rip</i>. Off it came so suddenly +that both little kittens rolled over +backward.</p> + +<p>All the children clapped their +hands and laughed aloud. This +frightened Fluff and Muff. They +scampered to their mother as fast +as their little white feet could carry +them. This ended the act of the +cat family.</p> + +<p>Next it was Betty's turn to show<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</a></span> +Arrow. But Arrow's pen was still +empty. Betty whispered to Miss +West. Miss West rose and said, +"While we are waiting for the next +act, let's sing together." She +started a song everyone knew. +All the children joined in.</p> + +<p>Just as they were singing a +second song, something happened. +A light speck was seen moving +through the air. It came nearer +and nearer. At last it circled round +the pen, where the grain was scattered. +Then it flew slowly to the +ground. It was Arrow, the living +airplane.</p> + +<p>The children crowded about the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span> +pen to see. "Look," said one of +them. "There is something around +Arrow's neck!" Betty bent over and +looked. Yes, there <i>was</i> something. +She untied it quickly. On a piece +of paper was written, "This is +Arrow's gift to the blind man." +In the paper was a bright five +dollar gold piece.</p> + +<p>Betty read aloud what was on +the paper. Then she held up the +five dollar gold piece. How the +children did shout and clap their +hands. "Hurrah for Betty's Uncle +Fred!" they cried. "Hurrah for the +living airplane! Hurrah! Hurrah! +Hurrah!" When the last shout<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span> +had been given, Showman Bob +stepped out. "Ladies and gentlemen," +he said in his deep showman's +voice, "we thank you for +coming to the Pet Show. We know +the blind man will thank you too +when he gets his new dog. The +show will now close with a grand +parade!"</p> + +<p>Then Bob made a showman's +bow and went behind the schoolhouse. +Soon a drum began to beat—<i>tum, +tum, tum</i>. The parade +was coming! First marched Showman +Bob beating the drum. +Behind him was Betty carrying a +big American flag. On her shoulder<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span> +was Arrow, the living airplane. +Next came brave old Hero pulling a +little cart. In the cart were Snowball, +Fluff, and Muff and what was +left of Daddy's hat. Dot marched +beside the cart. After them came<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span> +Dandy. Paul was walking by his +side and holding something on his +back. It was Polly's cage with the +black cover off.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 332px;"> +<img src="images/i013.jpg" width="332" height="300" alt="A parade!" title="A parade!" /> +</div> + +<p>Pretty Poll was peeping from +behind the wires. She looked surprised +and a little bit frightened. +Suddenly she rolled on her back at +the bottom of the cage. The last +thing the children heard as the +parade passed out of sight was, +"Come quick! Come quick! Polly's +sick! Polly's sick!"</p> + +<p>I wish the children who read this +book could hear about the blind +man and his new dog but that is +another story.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 284px;"> +<img src="images/i014.jpg" width="284" height="400" alt="THE LUNCH WAS PACKED AND OFF THE CHILDREN WENT" title="THE LUNCH WAS PACKED AND OFF THE CHILDREN WENT" /> +<span class="caption">THE LUNCH WAS PACKED AND OFF THE CHILDREN WENT</span> +</div><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></span></p> +<h2>THE FIVE LITTLE FRIENDS<br /> +IN VACATION</h2> + + +<h3><br />I</h3> + +<p>Soon after the Pet Show, school +closed for the summer vacation. +The children said good-bye to each +other and to Miss West.</p> + +<p>For weeks everybody had been +busy making plans for the summer.</p> + +<p>Paul went to the seashore and +you may be sure brave Hero was +taken along.</p> + +<p>Bob and his family went to the +seashore too; and, what was best of +all, they took a cottage not far +from where Paul lived.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</a></span></p> + +<p>Dandy was sent out to the +country.</p> + +<p>Betty's mother said, "I want to +have my little girl spend a summer +on a farm—a real farm," so they +went to Mr. White's.</p> + +<p>See if you can guess who went +with them!</p> + +<p>No, it wasn't Arrow. The living +airplane was left with Uncle Fred +at Grandmother's. It wasn't Miss +West. She went away on a long +trip across the ocean. It was a very +nice little person whose name begins +with <i>D</i>, and it was another very +nice little person whose name +begins with <i>P</i>.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span></p> + +<p>Peggy's mother went too, but Poll +was sent to a bird shop. Little Dot's +mother stayed in the city with +Dot's father and the cat family +to keep them from getting lonely.</p> + +<p>Dot promised to be a good girl +and to do just what the other +mothers told her.</p> + +<p>It was a bright June afternoon +when the three little girls and the +two mothers got off the train at a +little country station. Mr. White +came to meet them. He and Billy, +the hired man, piled all the trunks +and bags in a wagon. Then Billy +climbed up on the high seat and +cracked his whip, saying, "Get-up!<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span> +Get-up!" The horses pulled, the +dust flew, and away the wagon +went. Then Mr. White packed the +mothers and the little girls into his +automobile and away they also +went to the farm.</p> + +<p>The farm was the very nicest +place in the whole world. At least +that is what the three little girls +thought. Everything about it was +nice. The rooms were big and cool +and low. The wide side porch was +a lovely place to eat dinner. The +big low attic was splendid for rainy-day +play; but the very, very nicest +of all the nice things at the farm +was Mary White.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span></p> + +<p>Mary was nine years and she had +lived on the farm all her life. She +knew all the good places to play. +She could call every animal on the +farm by name. She could make up +the most delightful games. What a +splendid playmate she was!</p> + +<p>First she took the children to the +pasture to see the cows. There +were three of them, Bonny-Belle, +Bess, and Buttercup.</p> + +<p>Beside Buttercup was the dearest +little calf with long thin legs and a +soft tan coat. It was Don, Buttercup's +first baby. He was just two +months old and very full of life and +mischief.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Is that another cow over there?" +said Peggy, pointing to a field +beyond the pasture. "Oh, no," said +Mary, "That's Big Ben. He is a +very wild and cross bull, so he has +to have a home all by himself. No +one ever goes into his field except +Billy. Big Ben seems to hate +people. But what he hates most +is anything that is red."</p> + +<p>The children peeped in at Big +Ben, with nice safe-afraid shivers +going down their backs. Then Mary +said, "Come let's go to the farmyard."</p> + +<p>The farmyard was a very busy +place. "I never saw so many pets<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</a></span> +in all my life," said Betty. But +Mary knew them all. She showed +them Mrs. Speckle with her family +of little baby chicks that looked like +fluffy, yellow balls bobbing around +her.</p> + +<p>Next she pointed out Mrs. Black +Hen with her larger children. Some +of these chickens were losing their +feathers. How Mary did laugh +when Peggy cried, "See, those poor +little chickens are peeling off!"</p> + +<p>"Now," said Mary, "I will show +you my trained chicken." First she +went into the house and came out +with two ripe, red cherries still on +the stem. Then she called softly,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</a></span> +"Come, come, Tom Thumb," and +as she finished calling she put the +stem of the cherries between her +lips.</p> + +<p>Out from among the other +chickens came a beautiful little +white rooster. He looked almost +like a toy, he was so tiny. With a +glad little crow he flew straight up +to Mary's shoulder, where he began +to peck at the cherries. He ate very +daintily. Sometimes he would stop +eating and cuddle down on Mary's +shoulder. When the ripe red treat +was all eaten he gave another glad +crow and flew down.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</a></span></p><div class="figleft" style="width: 287px;"> +<img src="images/i015.jpg" width="287" height="400" alt="MARY WHITE AND TOM THUMB" title="MARY WHITE AND TOM THUMB" /> +<span class="caption">MARY WHITE AND TOM THUMB</span> +</div> + +<p>Betty and Dot and Peggy loved<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[62]</a></span> +to help feed the chickens. Every +morning after breakfast Mrs. White +would come out into the yard with +a big pan of corn-meal mush and +Mary would follow with a smaller +pan of bread crumbs. Then both +mother and little girl would call, +"Chick, chick, chick! Chick, chick, +chick! Chick, chick, chick!" as if +they were singing the same tune +over and over. At this, such a +hurry and scurry as there would be!</p> + +<p>It seemed as if every fowl on the +farm heard the call and was +coming. There were big hens and +little hens, brown hens, black hens, +white hens, and speckled hens.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[63]</a></span> +There were fluffy baby chicks and +long-legged middle-sized chickens. +There were proud roosters with +bright combs and gay, glossy +feathers. There were stately turkeys +with long necks and great fan-like +tails. There were ducks with +long fat bodies and big flat feet.</p> + +<p>Hurry, scurry! Scurry, hurry! +"Cluck, cluck." "Peep-peep." +"Groo-groo." "Gobble-gobble." +"Quack, quack." Such noise and +excitement you never heard!</p> + +<p>Such table manners you never +saw! All were talking at once. +Everyone was pecking and pushing +and grabbing!<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[64]</a></span></p> + +<p>One morning at the farmyard +breakfast Mrs. White said, "Where +can Brown Betty be? I haven't seen +her for two or three weeks. I am +afraid she has gone off and hidden +her nest somewhere. I wish I knew +where, for turkey eggs are scarce +this year. If you four children will +find her nest I will pay you ten +cents for each egg in it."</p> + +<p>The little girls were very much +excited.</p> + +<p>"Just suppose," said Betty, "that +we find a nest with six eggs in it. +That will be sixty cents. What +shall we buy with so much money?"</p> + +<p>"Wouldn't it be fun to get Father<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[65]</a></span> +to take us to the store and let us +buy things for a picnic?" said Mary.</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes, let's have a picnic," +cried Peggy and Betty.</p> + +<p>"But first," said wise little Dot, +"we must find Brown Betty's nest."</p> + +<p>That very day the children began +to hunt for the hidden eggs. They +climbed up into the barn loft and +looked in the hay. Here they found +Mrs. Nicker on her nest. When +they came near she ruffled up her +feathers and gave an angry cluck. +"Don't be afraid," laughed Betty; +"we are looking for something +worth much more than one little +hen's egg."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[66]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 295px;"> +<img src="images/i016.jpg" width="295" height="300" alt="In the hay" title="In the hay" /> +</div> + +<p>Then hidden down in the hay +they came across a mouse's home +with four baby mice in it. They +looked very small and young and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[67]</a></span> +funny. Their tiny eyes were shut +tight. "You are cunning little +things but you won't buy us a +picnic," said Peggy.</p> + +<p>In the eaves of the barn they +found a swallow's nest, but the baby +birds had flown away. Only some +pieces of eggshell were left.</p> + +<p>All that day and part of the next +and the next and the next the children +hunted and hunted but no +Brown Betty and no turkey eggs +could they find.</p> + +<p>One bright June morning Mary +said, "Let's go into the woods to +play."</p> + +<p>"Oh, may we?" Betty and Peggy<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[68]</a></span> +asked their mothers. And little +Dot said, "Oh, please may I?" and +looked from one mother to the +other.</p> + +<p>"Yes, let them go," said Mrs. +White. "The woods are not far +away and there is nothing to harm +them there."</p> + +<p>So the four little girls started out.</p> + +<p>They went down a shady lane +and through a meadow. Then they +came to the woods and wandered +about for a while. At last they +stopped by the side of a little brook +that flowed merrily on its way.</p> + +<p>In a few minutes, shoes and +stockings were taken off and the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[69]</a></span> +children were wading in the cool, +rippling water. It was lots of fun, +but the water was very cold. Soon +they were glad to dry their feet in +the soft grass and put on their shoes +and stockings again.</p> + +<p>"Let's make a tree playhouse," +said Mary; "I'll show you how." So +they set to work with Mary as +leader. They found a hollow tree +with plenty of room in it. Next +they gathered all the soft, velvety +moss they could find. With this +they made a thick green carpet on +the floor. Then they made green +moss furniture too. They had a +bed, a couch, a table, and a chair.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[70]</a></span></p> + +<p>"We should have some one to +live in our green, mossy house," +said Peggy. "Let's go to the +meadow and gather some daisies +and make little flower people out +of them."</p> + +<p>So off the children went. In a +little while, back they came with +their hands full of flowers.</p> + +<p>Peggy was the first one to reach +the tree house. She looked in and +then began to laugh and call to the +others to come quickly.</p> + +<p>"We needn't make any flower +people for our house," she said. +"It's already rented." And sure +enough, there on the green moss<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[71]</a></span> +couch was a fat brown toad. He +was winking and blinking and looking +much pleased with his new home.</p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 295px;"> +<img src="images/i017.jpg" width="295" height="300" alt="Mr. Toad" title="Mr. Toad" /> +</div> + +<p>The children sat down to rest and +watch Mr. Toad. All of a sudden<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</a></span> +they heard a queer sound. "Cheep-cheep! +Cheep-cheep! Cheep-cheep-cheep!" +It seemed to come from +the bushes.</p> + +<p>"It must be some little birds," +said Betty.</p> + +<p>"Perhaps it is a mother quail and +her babies," said Mary.</p> + +<p>Very carefully the four little girls +peeped through the leaves and +bushes.</p> + +<p>Can you guess what they saw?</p> + +<p>There, walking about in an open +place in the woods, was Brown +Betty, and running beside her and +talking to her in turkey talk were +eight baby turkeys.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[73]</a></span></p> + +<p>How excited the children were! +They all wanted to run to the farmhouse +with the good news. But at +last they drew lots to see who +should go.</p> + +<p>"I will hold four daisies," said +Peggy, "and each of you may take +one. The girl who gets the daisy +with the longest stem may run +ahead. If you leave the longest +one in my hand, I will go."</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Mary, "and the other +children may drive Brown Betty +and her brood back to the farmyard."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[74]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 289px;"> +<img src="images/i018.jpg" width="289" height="400" alt="AWAY SHE RAN" title="AWAY SHE RAN" /> +<span class="caption">AWAY SHE RAN</span> +</div> + +<p>So they drew the daisies and little +Dot had the one with the longest<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[75]</a></span> +stem. Away she ran as fast as her +short legs could carry her.</p> + +<p>"Oh, Mrs. White," she cried, as +she reached the farmhouse, "we +found Brown Betty in the woods, +but her eggs have all turned +into little turkeys."</p> + +<p>While Mrs. White was laughing +over Dot's way of telling the news, +the other children came up with +Brown Betty and her brood.</p> + +<p>"Dear, dear," said Mrs. White, +"as the eggs have turned into turkeys +I will let the money I promised +turn into a picnic. Let me see, +to-day is Tuesday. Will you be +ready to go on Thursday?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[76]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Indeed we will!" cried the children. +"Thank you so much."</p> + +<p>On Wednesday morning Mary +woke up very, very early.</p> + +<p>Then Mary woke Betty and +Peggy and little Dot.</p> + +<p>They all dressed as quickly as +they could and hurried out of doors. +The sun was just rising and the sky +was a beautiful red and gold. The +dew sparkled on the grass, and in +the tree tops the birds were just +beginning to chirp and call.</p> + +<p>"Where are you going, my pretty +maids?" laughed Mr. White.</p> + +<p>"We're 'going a-milking, sir, she +said,'" Mary replied.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[77]</a></span></p> + +<p>Then each little girl took a tin +cup and followed Mr. White and +Billy to the pasture where Bonny-Belle +and Bess stood waiting. Billy +let down the bars and the cows +came into the barnyard. Mr. +White milked Bonny-Belle and +Billy milked Bess.</p> + +<p>The little girls stood near and +watched.</p> + +<p>How Mr. White and Billy +laughed when little Dot said, "Oh, +is that the way you get milk on a +farm? We get ours out of bottles."</p> + +<p>Before milking time was over +each little girl held her cup and had +it milked full of fresh, new milk.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[78]</a></span></p> + +<p>At first the children thought +they would carry the cups home +and drink the milk for breakfast. +But they were so hungry they +couldn't wait, so they drank it +standing in the barnyard, with +Bonny-Belle and Bess looking at +them with soft, kind eyes.</p> + +<p>That afternoon Mary had some +work to do and Betty and Peggy +went for a walk with their mothers.</p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 286px;"> +<img src="images/i019.jpg" width="286" height="400" alt="DOT AND DON" title="DOT AND DON" /> +<span class="caption">DOT AND DON</span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[79]</a></span>Little Dot was tired from her +early morning visit to the barnyard. +So she took a book of fairy +stories and went out into the +near-by field. She settled herself +cozily under a big maple tree and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[80]</a></span> +began to read. After a little while +the book slid from her hands. Her +head nodded and nodded and then +rested on the grass. Her eyes +winked and winked and then closed.</p> + +<p>She must have slept almost an +hour when she woke with a start. +Something very soft and moist was +moving over her nose and cheeks. +It felt almost as if her face were +being washed with a sticky cloth.</p> + +<p>Dot opened her sleepy blue eyes +and looked right into the big brown +eyes of Don, Buttercup's baby calf.</p> + +<p>"Oh! Oh!" cried the little girl.</p> + +<p>"Ma-a-a," replied Don as he +frisked away.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[81]</a></span></p> + +<p>"You are a dear little thing," Dot +called after him, "but I wish you +wouldn't kiss me with your tongue +all over my face."</p> + +<p>The morning of the picnic was +bright and clear. There was great +excitement in the kitchen and pantry. +Mrs. White and Molly, the +maid, were fixing the lunch, but the +four little girls couldn't help popping +in every few minutes to take +a peep. The two other mothers +peeped too. What they saw made +them wish that they were to be +invited to the picnic. But this +time only the four little girls who +had found Brown Betty were to go.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[82]</a></span></p> + +<p>At last the lunch was packed in +four baskets and off the children +went.</p> + +<p>On their way they found some +wild strawberries. They stopped +to pick them, and Mary showed the +others how to make leaf baskets to +hold berries. They gathered broad, +flat leaves and fastened them +together with little twigs.</p> + +<p>Then they went on until at last +they came to the loveliest spot you +ever saw. It was an open space +with trees all around it. Near-by +was a little bubbling spring.</p> + +<p>The children set their baskets in +the shade and began to romp and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[83]</a></span> +play. They played "Hide-and-Go-Seek" +and a new game which they +called "Echo." Can you guess how +to play this game?</p> + +<p>At last they grew tired and hungry +and began to unpack their baskets +and to put their lunch on a +mossy spot near the brook. Such a +feast you never saw! Everything a +child likes best came out of those +baskets. How the four children did +eat and eat and eat! And when +they had eaten and eaten and eaten +until they could eat no more, there +were still some good things left.</p> + +<p>"Let's rest a while," said Mary, +"and perhaps we'll be hungry again.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[84]</a></span> +Shall I tell you a fairy story?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, please do," said Betty; and +Peggy and Dot echoed together, +"Please do."</p> + +<p>So Mary told them of a fairy ball +where all the little fairies came out +of their flower cups and danced by +the light of the moon.</p> + +<p>"Wouldn't this spot be a lovely +place for a fairy ball?" said Peggy, +when Mary had finished the story. +"I wonder if there are any fairies in +this wood."</p> + +<p>"I know how we can find out," +cried Betty. "We can give the +fairies a party."</p> + +<p>"But they only come out at<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[85]</a></span> +night," said Dot, "so we couldn't +see them."</p> + +<p>"But," replied Betty, "we can +make a feast for them; and, if the +next morning we find the feast is +gone, we shall know the fairies +really came."</p> + +<p>"Oh, let's do it," cried Dot and +Peggy. And Mary said, "If we +want the fairies to come we must +make a magic ring of flowers." +"That will be lots of fun," cried the +children.</p> + +<p>So for the rest of the afternoon +they were very busy indeed.</p> + +<p>They went to the meadow and +gathered clover blossoms. Then<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[86]</a></span> +they sat down on the moss and +made a magic ring.</p> + +<p>When the magic ring was placed +around a lovely mossy spot they +began to set the table for the feast.</p> + +<p>"We'll give them cake and some +ripe strawberries," said Betty.</p> + +<p>"But fairies eat dewdrops served +on rose leaves," said Peggy.</p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 300px;"> +<img src="images/i020.jpg" width="300" height="292" alt="The magic ring" title="The magic ring" /> +</div> + +<p>"When they come to a party +given by little girls, they eat just +what little girls give them. You'll +see," said Betty. So the moss table +was set with leaf plates, and on +each plate were a ripe, red strawberry +and a fairy-size piece of cake. +When everything was ready the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[87]</a></span> +children danced around the magic +ring three times to make it more +magic. Then they packed their +baskets and went home, feeling very<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[88]</a></span> +tired but very happy and much +pleased with the picnic.</p> + +<p>That night Betty could not go to +sleep for a long, long time. She lay +in bed and watched the moonbeams.</p> + +<p>"I wonder," she thought, +"whether the fairies will come. I +wonder whether the man in the +moon is looking down at them now. +I wonder"—and then she went to +sleep and dreamed that she was +dancing around and around the +magic ring with the man in the +moon. All around them fairies +were sliding up and down from the +tree tops to the mossy ground, on +silver moonbeams.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[89]</a></span></p> + +<p>The next day the children went +to the woods to see whether the +fairies had been there. Betty +reached the spot first and cried out +joyfully, "They came! They came!" +And sure enough, the leaf plates +were empty. Every strawberry, +every crumb of cake, was gone.</p> + +<p>"The fairies really came," said the +other little girls as they stood +around the magic ring.</p> + +<p>"Tweet-tweet-tweet," sang a bird +in a tree top; "tweet-tweet-tweet."</p> + +<p>He cocked his little head and +looked very wise and knowing. But +"Tweet-tweet-tweet; tweet-tweet-tweet" +was all he said.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[90]</a></span></p> + +<p>One of the things Peggy and +Betty and Dot liked best to do was +to watch Mrs. White skim the rich +cream from the great pans of milk +in the dairy. The dairy was down +by the brook and the pans of milk +were on shelves near the water, so +that they were kept fresh and cool.</p> + +<p>One very warm day Mary said, +"Let's play dairy."</p> + +<p>"All right," said Betty.</p> + +<p>"All right," echoed Peggy and +Dot. "You show us how."</p> + +<p>So Mary brought two big pans +and two pieces of soap from the +kitchen. She filled the pans with +water and put a piece of soap in<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[91]</a></span> +each pan. Then she told the other +children to watch the cream rise. +She began to shake the soap about +in the water, and the suds rose +higher and higher.</p> + +<p>"It's rather <i>white</i> cream," she +said, "but we can play it comes +from a cow named Snowball."</p> + +<p>"It's splendid cream," cried the +three little girls. "May we help +make it?"</p> + +<p>"I wonder whether Molly will let +us use her cream skimmers," said +Mary.</p> + +<p>Molly heard her name and came +to the kitchen door to see what +mischief those blessed children were<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[92]</a></span> +up to now. She saw the pans on a +seat built round a big maple tree +and the four little girls bobbing +about, very busy indeed.</p> + +<p>"Molly, will you please let us +have the skimmers?" Peggy cried.</p> + +<p>"Well," replied Molly, "as it's +clean dirt you're making I suppose +I must."</p> + +<p>So Mary and Betty made the +cream rise, and Dot and Peggy +skimmed it and poured it into +bottles and old cans to "sell."</p> + +<p>While they were in the midst of +the fun, Red Chief, the proudest +rooster in the farmyard, came +strutting along.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[93]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 341px;"> +<img src="images/i021.jpg" width="341" height="300" alt="Red Chief" title="Red Chief" /> +</div> + +<p>He put his head on one side and +looked at the pans. "Too-ok, +too-ok, too-ok. Is it feeding time?" +he said. "Too-ok, too-ok, too-ok. +I must see; I must see; I must see." +With that he flapped his great<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[94]</a></span> +red wings and flew up on the side +of the pan.</p> + +<p>Now Red Chief was a heavy +rooster and the pan was not +very firm. Down tumbled the pan +and Red Chief together. The +make-believe cream and milk went +all over him. Such a wet, cross, +disgusted rooster you never saw! +"Too-ok, too-ok, too-ok," he +croaked, as he shook the soapsuds +from his feathers. Then away he +marched, scolding to himself about +little girls who played silly games.</p> + +<p>One afternoon the children were +out in the orchard playing "lady." +Mary and Betty were the mothers<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[95]</a></span> +in the game. Peggy and Dot were +the children.</p> + +<p>Betty had on a long skirt and a +fine grown-lady's hat. Mary had a +scarf trailing on the ground instead +of a long skirt, and she carried her +mother's very best umbrella. It +was a bright red one that could be +used for sun as well as rain. It +made Mary feel very grown-up +indeed. The two "play" families +made their homes under the trees. +They paid visits back and forth. +They gave tea parties. The children +had measles and mumps and +were put to bed on the grass with +leaf plasters over their faces.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[96]</a></span></p> + +<p>Mary was Mrs. Ray and Dot was +her little daughter, Lily.</p> + +<p>At last Mrs. Ray sent Lily to the +meadow to buy some flowers. Dot +danced gaily away. Just as she was +gathering the flowers, a bright, +blue butterfly lighted near her and +then flew a little farther on. He +seemed to be inviting her to race +with him. So off Dot started.</p> + +<p>Her fat little legs seemed to +twinkle over the grass, but the +butterfly went faster still. Away he +flew across the pasture, away over +the fence into the next lot. Dot +paused only a minute, then she +slipped under the wire of the fence<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[97]</a></span> +and followed. On and on she went. +She did not notice where she was +going. But the butterfly fluttered +far ahead and was soon out of sight.</p> + +<p>Then Dot stopped and looked +around. She was in a strange field. +No living thing was about. Yes, +something was moving over in the +far corner. It turned around and +seemed to sniff the air. Poor little +Dot stood almost frozen with fright. +It was Big Ben.</p> + +<p>Then Dot did the worst thing +she could have done. She gave a +loud cry and began to run.</p> + +<p>Big Ben shook himself and sniffed +the air again. Then he began to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[98]</a></span> +come toward her in great bounds, +with his head down.</p> + +<p>Back in the orchard the make-believe +Mrs. Ray had begun to +wonder why her little girl was staying +so long. At last with her +scarf across her shoulders and her +umbrella over her head she went +out to find her daughter.</p> + +<p>Mary reached the meadow just as +Dot screamed.</p> + +<p>For a moment she stood still and +looked around. The meadow was +empty. Then she knew that little +Dot was in the field with Big Ben.</p> + +<p>Swift as the wind Mary ran on, +closing the umbrella as she went.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[99]</a></span></p> + +<p>Under the fence she crept and +ran toward Dot.</p> + +<p>Poor little Dot was running and +stumbling and crying. Big Ben +was bounding nearer and nearer.</p> + +<p>"Don't be afraid," Mary called, +as she came up to the little girl.</p> + +<p>Then Mary did a strange thing. +She opened the red umbrella and +whirled it around and around. +Then she threw it toward Big Ben +as far as it would go. It went +rolling over the grass, with Big +Ben bounding wildly after it.</p> + +<p>The red umbrella made him so +angry that he forgot all about the +little girls.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[100]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 286px;"> +<img src="images/i022.jpg" width="286" height="400" alt="BIG BEN BOUNDED AFTER THE UMBRELLA" title="BIG BEN BOUNDED AFTER THE UMBRELLA" /> +<span class="caption">BIG BEN BOUNDED AFTER THE UMBRELLA</span> +</div><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[101]</a></span></p> + +<p>Mary and Dot crept under the +fence to safety.</p> + +<p>"O Mother," sobbed Mary, when +the children reached home and told +the story, "O Mother, your lovely +red umbrella is all ruined!"</p> + +<p>"But my little girl is safe," said +Mrs. White, "and she has saved the +life of her little friend." Mrs. +White put her arm around Mary +and held her tightly, and drew little +Dot to her, too, just as Dot's own +mother would have done.</p> + +<p>I wish you could hear all the +things Betty, Peggy, and little Dot +did on the farm. It would take a +great, big book to hold the story;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[102]</a></span> +and this is a little book for little +folks.</p> + +<p>At last the summer vacation was +over. The three little girls and the +two mothers had to leave their +friends on the farm and go back to +the city.</p> + +<p>The little girls said good-bye to +every living thing on the place—to +the little pet rooster, to Red Chief, +to the Speckle family, and to Mrs. +Black Hen and her children who +were now almost grown and had +whole suits of clothes on. They +said good-bye to Brown Betty and +her children. They went to the +pasture and said good-bye to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[103]</a></span> +Bonny-Belle, Bess, and Buttercup, +and to frisky little Don. They +even stood at the fence and waved +good-bye to bad Big Ben.</p> + +<p>Then the two mothers and the +three little girls said good-bye to +Mrs. White and Billy and Molly +and last of all to dear little Mary, +who promised to come and visit +them at Christmas time.</p> + +<p>"Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye!" +they called as Mr. White tucked +them into the automobile and drove +away. "We've had a happy, +happy summer!"</p> + +<p>When they reached the city, little +Dot's father was at the station to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[104]</a></span> +meet them. How glad he was to +see his little girl again! And how +happy Dot was to put her arms +around dear Daddy's neck!</p> + +<p>"How is Mother?" she said, "and +how are Snowball and Fluff and +Muff?"</p> + +<p>"Everyone is well," said Daddy, +"and I have a grand surprise for +you."</p> + +<p>"What is it, Daddy?" cried little +Dot.</p> + +<p>Betty and Peggy came near to +listen too.</p> + +<p>"That's telling," laughed Daddy. +"I'd rather show you when we get +home."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[105]</a></span></p> + +<p>"May Betty and Peggy go with +us?" he asked the two mothers. I +think the two mothers must have +known the secret. They smiled +and said, "Yes, indeed."</p> + +<p>So off the three little girls went +with Dot's father.</p> + +<p>When they reached Dot's house +no one was at the door to meet +them.</p> + +<p>This seemed strange.</p> + +<p>At the head of the stairs a +strange lady with a cap and apron +on was standing and smiling at +them. She led them into the front +room, still smiling but saying nothing. +This made it very exciting.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[106]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 361px;"> +<img src="images/i023.jpg" width="361" height="300" alt="The surprise" title="The surprise" /> +</div> + +<p>There in an easy chair was Dot's +mother. She was holding something +in her arms. At her feet +were Snowball and the kittens +sound asleep in their basket.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[107]</a></span></p> + +<p>"O, Mother, Mother!" cried little +Dot running to her.</p> + +<p>"My own little girl!" said +Mother. "See, here is a darling +new pet for you and Daddy and +me."</p> + +<p>She held out the bundle in her +arms, and it was a dear little baby +brother.</p> + +<p>"The very best pet in all the +world!" said little Dot.</p> + +<p>And Betty and Peggy thought so +too.</p> + + +<h3><br />II</h3> + +<p>But what have Paul and Bob +been doing all this time? We will<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[108]</a></span> +have to go back to the beginning of +vacation and see.</p> + +<p>The place where they spent the +summer was called Fairport. At +Fairport there was a wide, smooth, +sandy beach. Here the boys went +in bathing, built sand forts, and +gathered shells.</p> + +<p>On one part of the shore the +beach was very narrow. Great +rocks rose like a fort above it. +Paul and Bob liked to play on the +rocks. Sometimes they played that +they were Indians and sometimes +that they were cave men.</p> + +<p>They found a place under the +rocks for their cave. When they<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[109]</a></span> +pretended that they were pirates, +they hid their treasures in the cave. +Their treasures were things they +found on the beach. There were +shells and boxes, and bottles and +queer bits of china and glass. Hero +was a fierce monster guarding the +treasure.</p> + +<p>Sometimes the boys put Hero in +the cave and pretended he was a +lion. Then they stole into his den +and captured him and sold him to a +circus man. The circus man was +Roy, a little boy who liked to play +with them.</p> + +<p>One day Bob and Paul and Roy +saw some big boys standing on the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[110]</a></span> +wharf. They were catching crabs. +First they baited their lines and +then threw them into the water. +When the crabs "bit" they drew +them in. It looked very exciting. +The three little boys wanted to try.</p> + +<p>So they found strings and the big +boys gave them some bait. Bob +and Roy had good luck. But Paul +was so excited he couldn't pull his +line in quickly enough to catch a +crab. At last he thought, "If I +wade into the water I'll be near the +crabs. Then it won't be so hard to +pull them in."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[111]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 284px;"> +<img src="images/i024.jpg" width="284" height="400" alt="PAUL AND THE CRAB" title="PAUL AND THE CRAB" /> +<span class="caption">PAUL AND THE CRAB</span> +</div> + +<p>So down he climbed and into the +water he waded. Soon Bob and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[112]</a></span> +Roy heard him call, "Oh, Oh, Oh, +come quick!"</p> + +<p>"What is it?" called Bob. "Have +you caught a big crab?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, no," said Paul. He was +half laughing and half crying, and +all the time he was shaking his +foot as hard as he could. "Oh, +no, I haven't caught a crab. A—crab—has—caught +me!" And sure +enough, a big fat crab had nipped +Paul's toe and was holding it fast.</p> + +<p>Bob climbed down and pulled it +off. Paul went home and tied +up his sore toe. Then he came +back and sat on the wharf and +watched the others. Somehow, he<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[113]</a></span> +didn't feel like catching crabs. So +he pretended he was a sailor who +had been bitten by a big shark.</p> + +<p>One day Bob and Paul found a +very nice bottle on the beach. It +had a tight cork so that the water +could not soak in. At first they +thought they would hide it in their +treasure cave. But that didn't +seem exciting enough. So they +thought and thought what to do +with it. At last Bob said, "I know! +Let's write our names and where +we live on a piece of paper and put +it in the bottle. Then let's throw +the bottle out to sea." So he +wrote:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[114]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;"> +<img src="images/i025.png" width="300" height="251" alt="The paper" title="The paper" /> +</div> + +<p>They put the paper in the bottle +and corked the bottle tightly. +Then they threw it out into the +ocean. At first the bottle bobbed +up and down in the water. But +soon a big wave caught it and +carried it out of sight.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[115]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Suppose," said Paul, "the bottle +goes way out to sea and a big +whale swallows it. And suppose it +makes the big whale so sick that he +swims near to the shore. Then +some fishermen will catch him and +kill him. When they cut him open +they will find the bottle, and when +they read our names they will know +we are the boys who helped them +get the great big whale."</p> + +<p>"Or," said Bob, "suppose the +bottle goes out to sea and a man in +a seaplane sees it and opens it. And +suppose he comes flying to Fairport +and when he lands here he asks +where we are. Then when he finds<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[116]</a></span> +us he takes us for a long, long ride +in his seaplane."</p> + +<p>It was great fun supposing. The +next morning Bob and Paul went to +the beach all ready to have some +more supposes.</p> + +<p>But what was that small thing +lying on the sand? It looked very +much like a bottle. Yes, it was. It +was <i>the</i> bottle!</p> + +<p>Bob picked it up and looked +rather disappointed. Paul looked +disappointed too. "Our supposes +are no good now," he said. "Oh +yes," cried Bob, "I know a fine +suppose. It's so good it's almost +true. Let's pretend a big wave<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[117]</a></span> +was the parcel postman." When +he saw the bottle away out in the +ocean with our names in it, he +brought it straight to us. "Why, +of course," said Paul. "The parcel +postman had to bring the bottle +to us. He couldn't take it to +the whale or to the man with the +seaplane. It wasn't addressed to +them."</p> + +<p>One day Bob's father took Paul +and Bob out fishing. They carried +their bait in a tin can and they +took a larger can to hold their fish. +They stood on a high rock and +threw their lines out into the deep +water. The fish bit very well.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[118]</a></span> +Mr. Johnson caught five or six. +But the boys were so excited they +could not wait. They drew up +their lines too soon. Once Paul felt +a pull and waited. When he felt +another pull he drew in his line. On +it was a very tiny fish. "It's too +small to keep," said Mr. Johnson. +So he took it carefully off the hook +and threw it back into the water.</p> + +<p>In a little while Bob felt a pull on +his line. He held it very still and +waited. Soon there was another +pull—a very strong one. Then +there came a jerk that almost +threw him down. "Now draw in +your line," said Mr. Johnson.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[119]</a></span> +"Steady, steady!" Bob pulled. His +line almost broke. He pulled and +tugged and pulled again. Then up +came the line and on it was a fish—a +big, beautiful fish flapping and +twisting. "Good, good," cried Mr. +Johnson. "That's a prize catch."</p> + +<p>How proud Bob felt as he landed +his fish. He wouldn't let his father +help take it off the hook. He did it +all himself. For a moment he stood +with the beautiful prize fish in his +hand. Some people were fishing +near-by and he wanted them to see. +He wanted them to know of his +prize catch. He felt very proud. +"Look," said one of them; "what a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[120]</a></span> +great big fish!" Bob heard and +felt prouder than ever. He threw +his fish into the can as if he were +saying, "Oh, that's nothing, I +<i>always</i> catch the biggest fish." +Then he began to bait his hook +again.</p> + +<p>Just then Paul cried out, "Oh, +Oh, Oh!" quickly. Bob turned just +in time to see his prize fish flop out +of the can and back into the sea.</p> + +<p>"Oh, Oh, Oh!" He was no longer +a proud fisherman. He was just a +very sad little boy.</p> + +<p>On another day Bob and Paul +stopped in front of a little cottage. +A man was in the yard mending a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[121]</a></span> +big fish net and they liked to watch +him. The man was a strong young +fisherman.</p> + +<p>At the door of the cottage sat +an old, old man with white hair. +A cane was by his side. He spoke +to Bob and Paul and let them come +in and sit on the steps near him. +He was the fisherman's father. He +was called Captain John. He had +once been a fisherman himself. +Now he was too old to work, but he +knew many stories of the sea. Bob +and Paul never grew tired of hearing +them. Every day they came to +the cottage. Captain John was +always there sitting in the doorway,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[122]</a></span> +with his cane by his side. He was +always ready to tell them an exciting +true story of the sea.</p> + +<p>One day a big gray cat was +curled up at Captain John's feet. +"Is pussy your pet, Captain John?" +asked Bob. "No, little lad," said +the old man. "She belongs to my +daughter. My pet is almost as old +as I am. She's a brave old friend. +We have stuck by each other for +over fifty years. We've seen hard +times and good times together. And +now we are growing old side by side."</p> + +<p>"Will you show her to us, please, +Captain John?" said the two little +boys.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[123]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Yes, yes," replied the old man; +"come with me." He took his cane +and walking very, very slowly, he +took the boys around the cottage +to a tiny garden. There was one +spot in the garden that was bright +with flowers.</p> + +<p>Captain John led them there. +"Here she is," he said. "Here's my +old friend, the <i>Sea Gull</i>, dressed up +in her Sunday clothes."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[124]</a></span>The boys looked and saw that +the <i>Sea Gull</i> was a boat. She was +Captain John's pet—almost as old +as he was. She was his brave old +friend who had stuck by him for +over fifty years. Now she was too<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[125]</a></span> +old for the sea so she had a home +in the tiny garden. The flowers +that had been planted in her were +her "Sunday clothes."</p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 291px;"> +<img src="images/i026.jpg" width="291" height="400" alt="CAPTAIN JOHN AND THE SEA GULL" title="CAPTAIN JOHN AND THE SEA GULL" /> +<span class="caption">CAPTAIN JOHN AND THE SEA GULL</span> +</div> + +<p>"She seems alive to me," said +Captain John. "I am glad we can +grow old side by side."</p> + +<p>I wish you could hear of all the +good times Bob and Paul had at +Fairport. Every day was packed +with fun and both little boys grew +taller and very brown.</p> + +<p>At last vacation time was nearly +over. Bob left Fairport first. He +and his family went home in his +father's automobile. They camped +out every night. The camping<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[126]</a></span> +tents and the pots and pans were +strapped on the back of the automobile. +They rode all day. They +went over hills, through valleys, +and into cities.</p> + +<p>One day they passed a flower +farm. "Oh, Mother," begged Bob, +"May I stop and buy some +flowers?" "Why, Bob," said his +mother, "What do you want with +flowers? We haven't any room for +them in the automobile."</p> + +<p>"I don't want them to take +home," said Bob, "I want to send +them by the postman to Captain +John. They are for the <i>Sea Gull</i>."</p> + +<p>So the automobile stopped and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[127]</a></span> +Bob spent his birthday money at +the flower farm. The next day the +parcel post brought Captain John a +box of spring bulbs and fall plants. +With them was a card in Bob's +very best writing:</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;"> +<img src="images/i027.png" width="300" height="183" alt="A card from Bob" title="A card from Bob" /> +</div> + +<p>Paul stayed in Fairport a week +after Bob had left.</p> + +<p>He was not lonely, for his daddy<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[128]</a></span> +had come. Paul and his daddy +were great friends. They went +around together like two chums.</p> + +<p>The day before Daddy's week +was up they went out for a long +sail. Mrs. Ray was afraid to go, +but Paul was not. He felt very big +and brave. With Daddy to sail the +boat everything would be all right. +The sun shone, the wind blew, and +away they started. The boat +seemed to skim along as lightly as +a sea gull.</p> + +<p>At last they landed on a little +island. Paul helped his daddy +gather sticks and build a fire. +Mr. Ray put four ears of corn<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[129]</a></span> +under the wood. Paul thought +they would burn up, but they +didn't. The husks covered them. +Next Mr. Ray put a pan on the +fire and fried some bacon and +some potatoes. Paul unpacked a +basket of sandwiches, and by that +time everything was ready. They +had no plates and no napkins. +They ate with their fingers, in just +the way little boys sometimes wish +to do and mustn't, when they are +at the table.</p> + +<p>Daddy told stories of camping +and hunting as they sat by the fire.</p> + +<p>Time passed very quickly. It was +four o'clock before they knew it.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[130]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 350px;"> +<img src="images/i028.jpg" width="350" height="218" alt="Boat" title="Boat" /> +</div> + +<p>"All aboard," cried Mr. Ray, and +in a very few minutes the lunch +things were packed up and they +were in the boat. At first the sails +filled and the boat moved swiftly +on. But suddenly the sky grew +dark. Great claps of thunder were<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[131]</a></span> +heard. Lightning played all around +the boat. The wind blew fiercely. +The waves dashed so high that +the boat was almost upset. Paul +felt very small and almost afraid, +but not quite. His big, brave +daddy was there. "Sit still, hold +tight," Daddy called. His voice +sounded far away, the storm was +making such a noise.</p> + +<p>It seemed hours and hours that +Paul sat still and held tight. He +grew cold and stiff and wet. The +sky became blacker and blacker. +The wind howled louder and louder. +Sometimes Daddy shouted, hoping +that some one in a bigger boat<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[132]</a></span> +would hear and come to help him. +But no help came.</p> + +<p>All at once a clear, bright light +shone over the water. "The lighthouse!" +cried Mr. Ray, "The +lighthouse! We are saved."</p> + +<p>He turned the boat and steered +toward the light. It shone into the +darkness like a kind eye.</p> + +<p>Fighting the wind and storm was +hard work, but at last the boat +reached the island on which the +lighthouse stood. As the boat +came to the shore Mr. Ray called +and called. At last the door of the +lighthouse opened and the keeper +came out. He helped pull the boat<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[133]</a></span> +to shore. Then he lifted Paul out +and carried him into the lighthouse +and Mr. Ray followed.</p> + +<p>At first Paul was too wet and +cold and too much frightened to +care about anything. But when he +had been warmed and his clothes +dried he began to look around. He +was in a cheerful room with the +lighthouse keeper and his wife. His +dear daddy was there, too. And +there was another person in the +room. This was a little boy with a +very pale face. He sat in a wheeled +chair. His poor back was so weak +he could not walk. But his face +was bright and smiling. He held<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[134]</a></span> +out his hand to Paul. "I'm Dick," +he said, "I came to the lighthouse +in a storm too, and I've been here +ever since."</p> + +<p>"Oh, please tell me about it," +said Paul.</p> + +<p>"It was eight years ago," began +Dick, "when Father Moore found +me in a boat. There had been a +shipwreck and I must have been in +it. I don't remember anything +about it. I was only two years old +and my back had been hurt. But +Father Moore saved me and he and +Mother Moore took me to be their +little boy."</p> + +<p>"Yes, he's our little boy," said<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[135]</a></span> +the lighthouse keeper, who was +"Father Moore." "We live here +together and keep the light."</p> + +<p>"Don't you get lonely?" Paul +asked Dick.</p> + +<p>"Oh, no," said Dick, "I have a +great many things to play with. +See!" And he pointed to a big +table near his chair. On it were +many small toys. There was a +farm with fences, houses, horses, +cows, and chickens. There were +people too—a man, a woman, and +two children. Everything was +made of clay. There was a tall +clay lighthouse and around it were +clay ships and boats.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[136]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 288px;"> +<img src="images/i029.jpg" width="288" height="400" alt="DICK AND HIS CLAY TOYS" title="DICK AND HIS CLAY TOYS" /> +<span class="caption">DICK AND HIS CLAY TOYS</span> +</div><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[137]</a></span></p> + +<p>"What splendid toys," said Paul, +"Did Santa Claus bring them?"</p> + +<p>"I made them myself," said Dick +proudly. "My back and legs aren't +much good but my fingers do whatever +I want them to. Whenever I +am lonely I think of something to +make and then my fingers make it. +I think," he went on laughing, "I'll +make you and your father after +you have gone."</p> + +<p>Paul hated to leave the lighthouse +and brave little Dick. But +he and Daddy had to go as soon as +the storm was over. They knew +Mrs. Ray would be greatly worried +about them.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[138]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I'll write to you," said Paul to +Dick, "and I'll send you some of +my books with pictures in them. +Then you can make more things."</p> + +<p>How glad Paul's mother was +when her little boy and his daddy +reached home. That night she +came in to tuck him snugly in bed.</p> + +<p>"Is my little boy sorry this is his +last night at Fairport?" she asked.</p> + +<p>"No, Mother," said Paul. "I +hate to leave Captain John, and the +cave, and the beach, and the ocean; +but I want to get home. I want to +see Bob and Betty and Peggy and +Dot. I want them to help me do +something for Dick."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[139]</a></span></p> + +<p>"What do you want to do, dear?" +asked Mrs. Ray.</p> + +<p>"I want to send him something +to keep his fingers busy, perhaps +a tool chest and some wood," said +Paul. "And, O Mother, do you +think we could do something to +make his back strong?"</p> + +<p>"Perhaps we can," answered +Mrs. Ray. "We must see what we +can do to help him."</p> + +<p>You may be sure that some +happy days came to Dick after the +five little friends had put their +heads together.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p>Transcriber's Note: Obvious punctuation errors +repaired.</p> + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Five Little Friends, by +Sherred Willcox Adams and Maud and Miska Petersham + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK FIVE LITTLE FRIENDS *** + +***** This file should be named 25497-h.htm or 25497-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/2/5/4/9/25497/ + +Produced by Jason Isbell, Emmy and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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